#one day I just asked my friends if I should dye my hair red

[guakamoleboi]

The urge to change your look, bc you want to look more like your fav character

[only-luce-the-goose]

The Prank

A/N: my first formula fic!! My requests are open if you have someone you want me to write for!

Arthur Leclerc x Norris Reader

Trope: Dumbasses (best friends to lovers)

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, nothing else really

This is based of something I was on Twitter (I refuse to call it X): person a says “I came up with a good prank”. Person b asks what it is, a says “we should kiss”. B says “I don’t get it”, a says “imagine them walking in to see us kissing and just being like “WHAAAAAT??” B says “oh, that’s hilarious. We totally should”

Synopsis: You and Arthur have been best friends since he saved you from a bully when you were kids. You grew up in the Leclerc household, so they knew you very well. You followed Arthur around the world for his racing career. You guys had been given the nickname "Terrible Two's" for all the pranks you pulled around the paddock. Sometimes you pulled them on each other, sometimes you teamed up and pulled pranks together but there was one prank that really topped off the rest of your pranks.

"Y/N!!!" Arthur shouted from the shower in your shared bedroom. He walked out as you hit record on your phone, filming as he appeared. He had his towel wrapped dangerously low around his waist, his hair was dyed a deep red with remnants of the dye dripping down his chest. "Seriously?" he scolded "I have to go to the Ferrari pit tomorrow and my hair is bright red!" You could see the fury in his eyes as you laughed. "Yeahhhh, you're gonna be matching the cars". He crossed his arms over his muscly chest and scowled "Stop filming me, idiot" you rolled your eyes and chucked "Whatever, moron" you said as you stopped recording. You posted it to your story, with the caption "Ready for @ scuderiaferrari tomorrow!" and tagged him in it.

You heard Arthur's phone buzz from the vanity in the bathroom as he headed back in to dry off. You stood up to pack up a bit from your day, getting as ready as you can for tomorrow. This time he came out in a pair of checkered sleep pants, saw you stand up in front of your suitcase and lunged at you, tackling you into the bed. You shrieked as he started assaulting (tickling) you. "St-st-op Art- arty" giggled out. "You turned me red, then posted it for the whole fucking world to see. You deserve this" After successfully kicking him onto the floor, you noticed your phone vibrating in your pocket.

You swiped accept on the call as you answered "Ah, my favourite Leclerc brother. What can I do for you Charlie?" You heard Arthur shout and "Oi" from the floor, making Charles laugh. "I just needed to see Arthur's hair" he grinned. You flipped the camera around and showed a Shirtless, red-haired Arthur lying on his back on the ground. Charles burst out laughing "good to see the support, brother" he got out in between laughter. "I'll leave you to whatever you're doing, y/n. Thank you so much for Arthur's hair" he chuckled as you said goodbye and he hung up. You leaned over the side of the bed, making eye contact with the boy on the floor "wanna get Charles tomorrow?" you asked him. "The day I say no is the day the world ends" he replies. You laughed as you rolled under your covers, Arthur standing up and getting into the bed next to yours, agreeing to come up with the prank tomorrow.

I was lying awake in bed, I couldn’t sleep. All I could think about was how Arthur came out of the shower earlier, his glorious torso on display, towel so low you could see his v-line. All I wanted to do was go over and kiss him silly, he’s so hot when he’s cranky. My crush on his has lasted years and he has no idea. I couldn’t ever tell him, it would ruin our friendship and I don’t ever want to lose him. If we’re friends forever then so be it. I put my earbuds in and put on a good playlist, drifting off to my favourite song.

I woke up the next morning with a crushing weight on my chest and hair tickling my nose. It wasn’t until I felt the fingers tickling my ribs thats I started wriggling around, trying to get the giant on my body. “Arty what the fuck” I grumbled “I was having a really good sleep you prick”. He chuckled and rolled off me, lying next to me a pulling me body into his. I looked up, nearly bumping his nose with mine. I was really hoping he couldn’t feel how fast my heart was beating. “We have a prank to plan”

After you finished getting ready, you hopping in the car with Arthur and headed towards the paddock, brainstorming pranks in the car. “I came up with a brilliant one” Arthur tells you. “Ooo what is it?” My curiosity peaked. We haven’t been able to think of any good ones for Charles all morning. “We should kiss” he said nonchalantly. If I had a drink I would have choked on it, instead I stuck to internally freaking out while my heart started beating out of my chest. “Umm what? I don’t get it. How is that a good prank?” I stutter.

Arthur laughs “just think about it. He walks into his drivers room to find his younger brother and childhood best friend making out, our hands all over each other. You could sit on my lap and we could really go to town, Charles would walk in and freak out. He might even faint!” It hurt a little to think that Arthur only wanted to kiss me for a pranks, but there ain’t no way I’m passing up and opportunity to kiss my crush, even if it isn’t supposed to mean anything.

“Ohhh I get it, that’s would be fucking hilarious. We just have to time it really well and make sure no one sees us go in there” I add on. Arthur agrees “that’s it then, the perfect prank” I chuckle at his declaration. We pull up the paddock, scan our passes and make our way in, making small talk with people but never straying too far from each other.

We saw Charles doing some media before he needed to go in and change into his fireproofs and race suits. I tapped on Arthur’s and should and pointed at his brother, explaining my thinking. I agreed and we rushed inside the Ferrari garage, making our way to the drivers room. I hung around the front of it, keeping an eye out Charles so we could start making out at the perfect time.

A huge group of people made their way, signalling that Charles was moving closer. You could hear him and Carlos talking about the track as they came closer. I quickly slipped into his drivers room, finding Arthur already sitting on the bench. I walked over to him as he patted his lap, “hang on” I semi whispered. I could hear that Charles and Carlos had stopped walking, they couldn’t have been too far from the doors. Once I could hear Charles getting louder I looked back at Arthur, “you ready Arty?” I asked. He nodded and pulled me into his lap.

I moved me knees to go on their side of this body, my right hand slide to the back of neck, sliding my hand though his hair and I grabbed a handful of his fluffy hair. My left hand sling around his broad shoulders. His left hand dipped under my shirt to hold my waist, his other hand wound around my neck. He offered me a kind smile as he used the hand around my back to guide me towards his lips.

It started with small pecks, quickly moving to Arthur slipping his tongue into my mouth, exploring while he got the opportunity. Moved myself closer to him, gripping his hair harder which caused him to let out a low moan. I heard the door to the driver room open as I kept making out with my best friend. The hand around my neck moved to ass, moving me to grind on him a bit.

Charles and Carlos stood in the doorway, dumbfounded before Carlos turned to Charles and said “told you they had a thing for each other, cabrõn” and walked off. Charles stared at his friend as he walked off. He looked back at us, still making out as he walked in. He slammed the door shut, making us jump. “What the fuck is going on? Why are you making out? Why are you doing it in my drive room? Oh my god I need to sit down” he rambled.

I got off Arthur as we started cackling, Arthur turned to me and said “told you it was a good prank, he’s absolutely freaking out” I laughed and looked back at Charles. He looked at us like we just old him Santa wasn’t real. “Wait, this is a prank?” He asked as we nodded “I thought I wouldn’t have to listen to Arthur whine about you anymore y/n but this is going to make it so much worse” I was about to ask something when Arthur grabbed my arm and dragged me out.

Once we got outside the garage I stopped Arthur. “Hang on, Arty. Just stop for a second” he stared at the floor. “What did Charles mean when he said you were whining about me?” I asked him. He tried to deflect the question and walk off. I grabbed his hand, turning him to me and lifting his head the make eye contact with me, asking my question again.

Arthur sighed, putting his hands on either side of my face and kissed me. It wasn’t desperate like the previous make out. It was slow and loving. “I don’t really know to say this, now that Charles has outed me, but I’ve liked you for years. The more than best friends kinda like. The reason I came up with that kissing prank was to get the chance to kiss you, even if it is supposed to be to mean nothing.”

Arthur kept rambling, struggling make eye contact. He looked at him, then smashed your lips into his “I like you more than I best friend should too. I have for years” you smile against Arthur’s lips as he kissed you.

[wileys-russo]

Hey could i request a fic?

Maybe one where teenreader who plays for barça or arsenal gets a nose piercing behind alexia or leahs back ?

just putting this in the same universe and reader as stuck tiny silver flash II barça femeni x teen!r

"there is one other place i wanna go!" you piped up as jana had her car keys in hand, both her and bruna's arms laden with shopping bags as you motioned for them to follow you.

"pollito is this going to take long? i think my arms are going to fall off!" bruna groaned as you rolled your eyes. "nobody told you to buy half the clothes in here bru, sounds like a you problem." you quipped making jana snicker and her best friend kick at her with a scowl.

"what are we doing here? are you getting a hair cut?" jana questioned with a frown as you stopped outside a local salon. "oo you should get bangs! or dye it pink, or blue, or purple, or red, or-" bruna started to ramble before jana's free hand covered her mouth with a sigh.

"not exactly." you smiled innocently as both of their eyes narrowed. "why do i get the feeling we're being dragged into one of her little trouble making schemes." bruna mumbled to jana once her mouth was freed again, jana nodding tiredly in agreement as they both continued in after you.

"wait here, i won't be long." you promised as a worker guided you off and out of their sights. "should we have let her go off with a stranger? is that bad babysitting? was that responsible?" bruna questioned after a minute had passed, jana just shrugging as the two of them took a seat just outside the store on a bench in the middle of the shopping complex.

though when you finally resurfaced it confirmed her question that yes, this was in fact bad babysitting.

"dios mio what is that in your face pequeña!" you rolled your eyes as jana dropped her bags and hurried over to grab your cheeks, turning your head left and right with wide eyes.

"its just a nose stud compañero!" you brushed off both her and bruna's fussing. "how did you do this? did you forge someones signature?" jana questioned again in disbelief. "fraud is a crime pollito, you could go to prison!" bruna added on with a gasp as again your eyes rolled.

"relájese! está bien chica's. you have to be eighteen for a tattoo, sixteen for a piercing." you corrected with a grin, having been planning this for awhile now.

"they are going to kill you so i hope it was worth it pollito." bruna sighed and she didn't have to drop a name for you to know exactly who she was talking about. "i will hide it till it heals, then if they make me take it out it will not close, ningún problema." you shrugged carelessly.

"but you cannot take it out for a few weeks while it heals, sí? what about games? training? you also live with capi!" jana asked, crossing her arms and staring down at you with narrowed eyes.

"engaño." you smiled patting to your shopping bag full of makeup, patting them both on the cheek and striding off toward the exit.

"dios mio jana i was right. she has dragged us into one of her little schemes! estamos tan muertos." bruna moaned throwing her head back and dragging her hands down her face.

"hey! listen to me amiga." brunas eyes widened as jana balled her top in her fists, holding her tightly and yanking her forward so they were nose to nose, the fear obvious in both their eyes.

"the story you posted today? delete it. the ticket for the parking? burn it. the new clothes you bought? hide them. nobody can ever, ever, ever know we brought her here bruna. vale?" jana warned sternly as bruna nodded frantically and her best friend let her go as they hurried after you.

"oye, compañero i think this might be worse than when we got her and vicky drunk at bowling and they threw up everywhere." "imbécil! bruna what part of 'never speak of it again' do you not understand??"

~

you'd managed to keep your secret for a whole whopping two days by the time training rolled around, which was a god given miracle considering you lived full time with your hawk eyed captain.

careful makeup blending and a flesh colored band aid you'd cut into a tiny circle had served well to hide your new addition, making sure to keep alexia at arms length so she couldn't get close enough to really look at you.

though she was so busy preparing for the weekends match and all the media that came with the el clásico it wasn't hard to slip under her radar for once.

but there was one person you worried might be able to see through your attempted deception, and of course she was the first person you ran into that morning at training, considering she had a nose piercing of her own.

trusting you enough to find your way to the change rooms once inside alexia had left you to your own devices as she hurried off for a quick meeting with all the captains, as was tradition the last session before a game.

"bon dia pollito!" you tried not to tense as aitana appeared beside you, having parked a few cars down in the lot from alexia. "hola tana." you greeted her with a smile, quick to snap your head back forward, grateful she was on your left side and the hidden stud on your right.

the two of you made small talk about your days off as you wandered through the training complex toward the change rooms, the girl of course taking every opportunity to tease you were shorter than her, something that was not very common for the midfielder in a team full of leggy spaniards and scandi's.

but as you turned to push her away and she tried to grab you in a headlock, you gave yourself up by accident.

"espere." the smile dropped from her face and you deflated as she grabbed your jaw, tilting your head back and immediately spotting the backing of the stud in your nostril with a small gasp of surprise.

"tana!" you whined trying to pull away as her grip tightened and she shook her head before letting you go. "estúpida, is this new?" aitana questioned, sending you a warning glare not to be dishonest.

"maybe." you mumbled, giving her a smile as charming as you could muster as she hummed and went to walk off. "don't tell anyone, por favor tana por favor! i will do anything." you zipped around to block her path and begged, clasping your hands together.

"anything?" "anything, promesa! just do not tell, especially not alexia." you pleaded desperately. "vale pollito, i will keep your little secret." aitana started as you breathed out in relief.

"but, for a price." aitana smiled and the twinkle in her eyes had your guard up a little but you knew she had you against the ropes. “and what’s that?” you asked albeit apprehensively.

“no more messing with my things, no more letting mapi mess with my things, no more waking me up on the bus or the plane or the train with the ‘oh tana im bored entertain me!’, no more kicking the ball at my head or the back of my seat, no more squirting water at me and no more giving me the finger with the ‘oh look tana a bird!’. vale?” the older girl raised an eyebrow sternly as you nodded rapidly.

“vale, vale, vale. gracias!” you sighed in relief, squishing her in a hug as she chuckled and patted your back before you let her go, the two of you resuming your walk to the change rooms.

entering the change rooms you flashed a few smiles around as you sat at your cubby, pulling off your trainers and stashing them away as you rifled through your training bag trying to find the medical tape you knew was in there, your ankle a little tight today.

"bon dia pequeña mentirosa." a body dropped next to you, mapi grinning and kissing your cheek as you gagged jokingly and pushed her away, her locker next to yours.

"stop that. i will do it!" mapi rolled her eyes at your attempts to tape up your ankle, pulling your leg up onto her lap as you handed the tape. "something troubling you pollito?" mariona dropped down on your other side with a concerned frown.

"no, just a little tight today." you shook your head as now both older girls gave you a look, mapi strapping up your ankle. "está bien. if it feels off at all i will go see the physios, happy?" you looked between them as they nodded, mario messing up your hair and heading off for the pitch.

eyes roaming around the now half empty change rooms you caught aitana's eye who was talking with keira, and judging from the very slight narrow of the english womans eyes as they studied your face for a mere second or so longer than normal, you knew right away what they were discussing.

you shook your head at the midfielders, aitana sending you an apologetic smile and hurrying off before you could say anything, dragging keira along with her as you prayed to the high heavens both girls kept their mouths shut.

"what?" mapi chuckled seeing the strange look on your face, finishing up your ankle and glancing over her shoulder to try and see what you were looking at. "nothing, gracias maps." you smiled, pulling your leg back down.

"ingrid!" you called out to her girlfriend who was passing by, the norweigan raising an eyebrow as you held up a hair brush and smiled charmingly. "you could not have asked alexia at home?" ingrid chuckled as mapi kissed her cheek briefly and headed off to the pitch.

"alexia cannot even do her own hair, takes her about half an hour to slick it up into a ponytail." you rolled your eyes as ingrid started to brush through your hair, a comfortable silence falling between both of you as the rest of the team slowly filtered out.

"the baby can't do her own hair? awww." lucy teased, playfully kicking at your ankles with a grin as you tried to grab at her but winced as ingrid tugged on your hair in warning, still halfway through braiding it.

"oni!" you called out to your friend who turned around. "your girlfriend needs her leash and collar, she's acting out again." you sniped, lucy squaring up to you before ona rolled her eyes and pulled her away, chatsizing her quietly as lucy sent you a menacing glare as you gav her a fake scared face.

"you need to stop hanging around with maría so much liten, she is a bad influence." ingrid tapped your shoulders as she finished your hair. "she's your girlfriend!" you laughed as you stood, tucked into her side as the taller girls arm draped across you.

"i know, and every day she gives me reason to question why." ingrid sighed as you bumped into her. "no way, you two are so in love its disgusting." you gagged as ingrid playfully reached round to pinch your cheek.

"you will be in love one day liten, and i will be sure to remind your future partner that you think love is disgusting!" ingrid teased, letting go of you as you both smiled and gave a good morning to the social media admin filming the training arrivals.

"how do you know i'm not in love now? or that i will need a future partner?" you gave her a cheeky smile as her eyes widened. "are you-" you'd raced off before she could ask her question, the girl yelling after you that this conversation wasn't over.

"hola!" you launched yourself and near took jana down to the ground, her hands grabbing your thighs and hoisting you up into a proper piggyback with a grunt.

"i was thinking things were too quiet pollito, i was hoping you were sick and we might get a day off from babysitting." jana sighed dramatically as you scoffed. "babysitting! you need babysitting not me." you accused making her chuckle.

"i have to say pollito, you did a good job. if i did not know that you had the stud, i would not notice." bruna marvelled as jana promptly dropped you and grabbed the pair of you by the shirt, dragging you away from the rest of the group.

"what part of we do not speak of it did you not understand? nobody can know we took her there or that we knew about the stud!" jana warned bruna sternly who huffed and tried to pray her hands off her top.

"and you will not tell a soul we knew about it amiga, vale?" jana turned to you now, letting go of bruna and raising an eyebrow when you didn't speak, a roll of your eyes and a nod following.

"perfecta. remember compañero's, when in doubt; deny, deny, deny."

~

now your makeup and band aid combo may have done the trick for training, nobody batting so much as an eyelid of suspicion toward you.

but what you hadn't accounted for was your teammates being...themselves.

case in point; the water fight which broke out after training was finished.

you didn't think much of it at first, ducking out of the way of mapi's attack and launching your own on cata, laughing as patri and pina used you as a human shield, spraying lucy and mario over your shoulder as you copped the brunt of their own counter attack.

"vale! that is enough for today." alexia yelled out over the squabbles, though there was a hint of a smile on her face and you hadn't missed her spray her own bottle at a few of the younger girls when they weren't looking.

distracted by the feeling of your now soaking wet training top clinging uncomfortably to your body you snatched a towel off mapi, drying your face and arms and not giving it a second though.

that was when there was a tiny silver flash as your stud caught the sun and all hell broke loose.

"what is that?!" "a piercing?!" "who did that to you?!" "what did you put in your face?!" "you put a hole in your skin?!" "who said you could do that pollito?!"

your eyes widened at the questions fired at you one after the other, shrinking into yourself and starting to back away as the older girls advanced, mouths moving at rapid pace.

"don't you dare!" paños grabbed the back of your collar, snagging you as you tried to bolt, a hiss of pain leaving your mouth as alexia grabbed your ear next, dragging you inside and all sorts of angry spanish leaving her mouth.

"sit!" alexia pushed you to sit down at your cubby, flanked by ingrid, paños, irene and frido all glaring down at you. "when?" irene asked sternly as you huffed. "when what." you tried, the stony glares causing your stomach to flip.

"acting cute won't get out out of this one älska. the truth! now." frido warned sternly as you sighed, catching a few of the younger girls watching on curiously, but they all scattered as alexia met them with a hard stare.

"i got it on monday." you answered, looking down at the ground and pulling one knee to your chest, picking at your laces. "where?" alexia asked sharply. "a hair salon." you shrugged still refusing to look up but feeling their eyes burn into you.

"why?" ingrid questioned next. "looks cool and i can." you mumbled with a roll of your eyes. "don't you roll your eyes, drop the attitude." alexia warned as you huffed and mocked her quietly under your breath, whining as her hand smacked the back of your head.

"that hurt!" you rubbed it with a scowl as she now rolled her own eyes. "cannot have hurt more than putting a needle through your face pequeña." irene added on with a scoff as you fell silent again.

"i think it looks badass pollito." pina piped up from a few seats down, paling at the looks it earned her and hurrying over to hide behind patri.

"sí i agree, makes her look tough. which is hard with this cute little baby face!" mapi cooed as she appeared now, pinching your cheeks and admiring the small stud with a nod of approval that had you grinning.

"maría! stay out of it." alexia barked as the girl rolled her eyes, one of the few who wasn't scared (most times) of your fierce captain. "why? she is sixteen now. i had ear piercings at five!" mapi brushed off the issue ignoring her girlfriends eyes baring into her.

"ear sí, not face!" alexia scoffed crossing her arms across her chest. "its not like i got a forehead piercing, so dramatic." you muttered, shrinking and shuffling across a little closer to mapi at the glares which met it

"would you like to say that a little louder?" ingrid sent you a challenging look as her girlfriend wrapped an arm around you. "leave the nena be, it is one little stud. relajarse!" mapi waved them off again.

"who took you to get it nena? you do not drive." paños asked firmly as you couldn't help but let your eyes flicker briefly to jana and bruna who were frantically shaking their heads and waving their arms about. "deny, deny, deny!" jana mouthed at you.

but all it took was that brief millisecond for irene's head to snap around, catching both younger girls in the act as they froze. "you went shopping with the idiotas on monday!" alexia realised as now her head snapped around.

"we didn't know she was gonna do it we took our eyes off her for like a minute and she came back with it! promesa!" bruna blurted out as jana winced and smacked her hand against her forehead.

"you are the worst secret keeper ever!" jana hissed, both of them sprinting off as paños and irene chased after them. "you are taking it out älska." frido stated bluntly as you frowned. "no way!" you protested with a shake of your head.

"yes way. we can do this the easy way or the hard way älska, your choice." the swede warned as alexia and ingrid hummed their agreement and seeing them start to advice mapi's arm left you and she slid slowly away.

"mapi!" you gasped as she darted away. "traitor and a coward!" you yelled after her as she made a heart with her hands and hid behind lucy who rolled her eyes and pushed her away.

"easy or hard nena, choose." alexia warned firmly as you shook your head. "its not coming out, i paid for this!" you decided firmly, standing and holding your head high, hearing a few of the other girls whistle and shake their heads at your words.

"you get her legs, i get her arms, ale takes it out." frido instructed, all three girls nodding as you attempted a getaway, trying to climb up and over the small retaining wall of your cubby but being promptly dragged back down and restrained.

"did you even wash your hands! this is unsanitary alexia i could get an infection!" you yelled trying to squirm away but with no luck as alexia held your head still with one hand and you winced as with one little twist she'd plucked the stud from your nose.

"when we get home i'm searching your room for any other studs and they are being flushed down the toilet. get your bag!" alexia warned as you kicked away ingrid and frido with a scowl. "you're both on my list." you warned seriously, cata and salma oooohing at your words.

"you don't scare us liten." ingrid laughed unbothered, frido mirroring her expression with a smirk. "remember when mario lost an eyebrow? she was on my list." you spoke calmly, packing your belongings up.

"or when pina's cubby had that awful ant infestion? or patris car tyres kept magically deflating? also on my list." you slung your bag over your shoulder, smiling at the somewhat apprehensive looks now present on the tall scandis face.

"adios, traitors." you patted their shoulders as you passed, following after alexia. "pollito are we still on for-" mapi fell silent as your head whipped toward her. "you are also on the list, maría." you warned calmly, narrowing your eyes.

"i helped you create that list!" mapi gasped in disbelief. "sí, and now the student has become the master." you pointed at her menacingly, alexia growing impatient and grabbing you by the straps of your bag hauling you out of the change room.

"vamos pequeña, stop threatening everyone." alexia chuckled dragging you out with her to the carpark as you waved goodbye to a few of the staff, the older girl amused at how quickly your demeanor changed.

"they were not threats, they were promises." you huffed with a deep frown, kicking at a rock. "are you going to be moody and pouty all afternoon over a tiny little stud? estúpida." alexia cooed as you glared at her, sliding into the now unlocked cupra and tossing your bag in the back.

"do you want to be on the list ale?" you warned, shrinking at the fierce glare which it rewarded you with. "discúlpame?" the blonde asked scarily calm with a raised eyebrow. "nothing, lo siento." you mumbled sinking into her seat as she smirked and started up the car.

"buena nena, thats what i thought you said."

[sleepymirko]

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Oliver Aiku shows up at your apartment unannounced, noticing he hasn’t seen you around much lately. What he didn’t expect to hear was that your boyfriend cheated on you...

Word count: 1,4k

Oliver Aiku x fem! Reader

Fluff, slight angst, comfort, friends to ??, Aiku is a player but we're not surprised

Enjoy! (and let me know if there's some errors! English isn't my first language!

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It was an uneventful day in the middle of fall, and the landscape was dressed in warm colors. However, Oliver could barely admire it as his view was quickly obstructed by the red locks of his friend, Sendou, who sat next to him in the karaoke room, killing time with some friends.

He looked back at his phone, scrolling on his chats when he came across yours. It was nearly three weeks ago the last time you guys talked, Oliver knew that sometimes you don't answer right away for various reasons but.. why he felt like it was a bit strange? Maybe because you were close friends? Maybe he should text you something?

-Did you join some top-secret hibernation society or something? I swear I haven’t seen you in weeks.-

A girl boldly sat on his lap, looking for his attention as he was too busy to notice her at first. "Who are you writing to?" The girl asked, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "A friend. She's been a bit too evanescent lately."

"Does it matter though? It's not like you have time right now." She said with a sultry smile, gaining the soccer player's attention. "Uh? Really?" He teased as she smirks in response. His phone buzzed and the girl frowned but she was stubborn enough to stay.

-yeah I just don't feel like going out. But I'm doing good-

-you don't feel like it? Sweets I'm pretty sure you barely leave the house-

-..are you bored? Because I'm pretty sure that you remembered me because you were probably scrolling your chats.-

Ouch, that hurt. But now he was sure that something was up.

-ok my bad. I'll be a better friend but you have to remember answering too. This time it was your fault👀-

-I'll be more careful then 🙄-

The interaction was brief enough to make him smile but he thought it was time to check on her. He didn't had to ask the girl to get up that she was already out of sight.

It was definitely time to check if you were going good like you claimed to be. "Already leaving, Oliver?" the girl said, smiling subtly. This girl is resilient, he thought. "Something urgent came up. Really a pity not to have fun with such a pretty thing," he said, smirking as she blushed. "And here I thought I could give you a taste of heaven…" she said, looking at him with her lips slightly pouty.

Oh, what a sweet temptation women are.. he thought.

Somehow, they always managed to make him do what they wanted, but when they were no longer fun, the magic just disappeared. Sometimes, he almost felt bad about it, but the high was too sweet to abandon.

"I'm afraid we have to save this conversation for another day" the soccer player said as he opened the door, leaving a pretty frustrated girl behind. "To me, she seems more than a friend" the girl spat, unable to mask her jealousy any longer. His head turned, but the door was already closed. More than a friend? It wasn't the first time he had heard such words. His previous girlfriends would surely agree—they had said the same thing when he messed up.

But you were a different kind of story. You two were friends because your parents were on good terms, and one thing led to another. You got close pretty easily, maybe thanks to his sisters, who always asked about you. He even taught you how to ride a bike and even how to dye his hair. Strolling through the streets, he glanced back at his phone, rereading the latest messages and chuckling. The walk had been unexpectedly shorter than intended, and he now found himself in front of her door. He knocked and waited for her to open it, confident she would look slightly surprised.

When Y/N opened the door, she was completely taken by surprise. Oliver stood there, unmoving, a signature smirk playing on his perfect features. She noticed he was wearing his soccer jersey, guessing he’d had practice earlier in the day.

“Oliver...?” she half questioned, surprise lacing her voice.

“Who else?” he joked, cracking a smile as she involuntarily mirrored it. She wouldn’t say it out loud, but she loved how effortlessly he made her smile—sometimes it felt like he had a spell over her.

“I’m here to check on you, and I must say, you exceeded my expectations. Can I come in?” he asked, stepping slightly closer to her door. Instinctively, she moved to the side, allowing him in.

“Sure... come in,” she said, closing the door behind him.

They walked into the kitchen, and she offered him something to drink. “Why the sudden visit? I’m perfectly fine,” she said, attempting a casual tone.

“That doesn’t look like ‘perfectly fine’ to me,” he said, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m just feeling a bit down, but it happens sometimes. I’ll get over it eventually,” she replied.

“I don’t know if I believe you,” Oliver said, staring at his glass of water, idly turning it in his hands.

“Why is that...?” y/n asked, confused by his skepticism.

“Because you’re not looking at me. And if I need to be more precise, you’re avoiding eye contact,” he said, setting the glass down on the table and scanning her with concern. She felt exposed as his eyes took in the way she glanced everywhere but at him.

C'mon, look at me.. he thought. Just a peek, if you're doing fine, you shouldn't struggle to make eye contact.. right?

There was something about her avoidant mannerisms that he found unnerving, how her hands were buried in the sleeves of her oversized hoodie.

He was craving her gaze, a surging need for her to finally let go of what was holding her hostage.

And then, as if she had been holding her breath for a long time, she finally spoke.

She looked down, her expression carefully masking her emotional state. Her tone was low, every fiber of her being tired and helpless:

"He cheated on me."

How ironic. Of all the people who could have heard her story, it had to be him.

Sure, they were friends, but she knew better than to accept her growing affection for the soccer player. They never talked about love, and she was painfully aware that his lifestyle could easily upset her.

After all, the guy was a cheater too, wasn’t he?

Oliver, on the other hand, was shocked. He should have suspected something, especially with how closed off she had seemed. Now, it felt like an invisible wall had risen between them, and seeing her so miserable stirred an unexpected emotion within him.

He felt an intense urge to punch the guy in the guts for the audacity of pulling such a stunt, but his brain quickly worked against him.

Why are you so mad about this?

You should be the last person to talk.

It's not like you're any different.

He was furious—at himself and at her ex. It was hypocritical, sure, but it made him wonder: would he have done the same?

"Shit, I shouldn't have pressed you. Now I feel like an asshole," he said, running his hand through his hair in frustration.

"It's okay. We broke up two weeks ago. I feel better now," she said, looking at him, not expecting such a reaction from the soccer player.

Was he... upset?

"So you're telling me that you're okay? When you opened the door, I immediately noticed that something was off. You don't have to play tough. Not with me," he said, his tone stern but carrying a hint of concern.

It was enough to make her tears fall, her castle crumbling down. Oliver didn’t waste time, pulling her into a tight hug.

Strangely enough, she felt like she could finally let it all out—the anger, the sadness, the overwhelming sense of betrayal.

After some time, as they sat on the couch with her still in his arms, she finally relaxed, exhaustion overtaking her.

"Oli, I'm really tired right now... I don't know why. I mean, I slept more than enough last night," she said softly, her voice slow and faint.

He chuckled, the sound deep and warm, and she felt her cheeks flush slightly.

"Then sleep, sweets. When you wake up, I'll still be here. For you."

She looked up at him, only to regret it when his gaze held hers, an unspoken feeling swirling in his eyes that she couldn't identify.

Lowering her head slowly, she let her eyes close, giving rest to both her mind and her racing heart.

Please let me know if something doesn't feel right! Thank you for reading!

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

Black Beauty.

Synopsis: Being in love with a murder is never fun, especially when it’s a forbidden love

Warnings: 1920’s, mentions of racism, songfic, mentions of murder, mature themes, mentions of sex (wrap it before you tap it!), slightly toxic Alastor

Black Beauty by Lana Del Rey

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I paint my nails black

I dye my hair a darker shade of brown

‘Cause you like your women Spanish, dark brown and proud

I paint my sky black

You said if you could have it your way

You’d make it nighttime all day

So it’d suit the mood of your soul

“You look very lovely in that dress my dear.” Alastor says, smiling from his place behind you as you get your dress fitted. You smile showing off your pearly whites as you turn around to face him from the elevated surface you stand on. The mirrors around you both help provide an all around view of your dress. It’s a dark red, almost the color of wine, with small white beads adorning the neckline.

“Well I’m very pleased that you like it.” You say with a smile and nod. Alastor just grins, stepping toward you to put his hands on your waist, level with your eyes. Now that you both are the same height, you can comfortably wrap your arms around his neck. He smiles, leaning inn to pepper a few kisses against your cheek, trailing down your neck to your collarbone, inhaling your scent.

“You smell divine too. Is this a new perfume I smell?” He asked, leaning in close just enough to rub the tip of his nose against your neck. You giggle, pushing him away slightly, but your attempts are futile in comparison to his dedication. You laugh, clinging onto him as he tickles you all over, holding you upright so you don’t collapse from laughter. “I think you should get this one.” He says finally pulling away from you. You gasp and catch your breath, face flushed from the laughter.

“Well then I guess I’ll be taking this one.” You say, turning back around to face yourself in the mirror, hands shimming yourself into your dress a bit more, picking up your neckline just a bit. It seemed it had fallen a bit during Alastor’s small ambush on you. “I’ll need to call Rosie to help take this off. You say, looking down at the train of the dress. It was for your brothers wedding, farther into the city where the oldest money families would be. You needed to look perfect.

“Oh let’s not bother my old friend. I can do the job just fine, can I not?” Alastor asked with a grin, stepping up onto the small platform you were standing on, handing slowly running up your sides. You watch him in the mirror as he leans his head on your shoulder, his larger frame almost covering yours. He turns his head to kiss your neck, a sly smile creeping onto his face when he feels your pulse quicken.

“This is highly inappropriate.” You manage to say, a blush forming across your cheeks as his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you back against him. The fabric is only but such a barrier for so much.

“When has that ever stopped me before?” He asked, before his hands move to the clips along your back, which holds your dress against you. He’s slow in removing them, unclipping on after the other, letting them fall to the floor. Your hands fly to the top of your dress to keep it from falling once the second clip is gone. He shakes his head, removing the last clip before his eyes meet yours in the mirror.

“Please don’t make me lose my patience dear.”

Oh, what can I do?

Nothing, my sparrow blue

Oh, what can I do?

Life is beautiful, but you don’t have a clue

Sun and ocean blue

Their magnificence, it don’t make sense to you

Black beauty

Black beauty

“Thank you so much for coming little sister!” Your brother shouts over the loud music. You smile and lean in to hug him with grace, his new wife at his side. She smiles to you, embracing you next.

“Yes, we’re so happy you’re here!” She said with a smile. You smile to the both of them, about to say something when a man walk pasts your brother, catching his attention. Before you can blink, the man is at your brothers side.

“Sister, I’d like you to meet a good friend of mine, Valentino.” He says. The man in question is taller, and his eyes practically pierce through your soul as you smile at him, extending your hand to shake his out of force of habit. He shakes your hand, but takes a second too long to let go as his eyes roam over your frame and drink you in, being under his gaze making you uncomfortable alone.

“Valentino, this is my youngest sister.” He says, and you fight the chill that threatens to run along your spine.

“Pleasure to meet you,” Valentino says, his voice smooth but with an underlying edge that makes you wary.

You nod politely, trying to ignore the unease. “Likewise.”

Your brother is pulled away by another guest, leaving you alone with Valentino. He takes a step closer, his presence almost overwhelming. “So, how are you finding the wedding?” he asks, his eyes never leaving yours.

“It’s lovely,” you reply, forcing a smile. “My brother and his wife seem very happy.”

Valentino smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Indeed. Happiness is a precious thing.” He pauses, his gaze intensifying. “Tell me, do you believe in destiny?”

Before you can answer, the lights dim as the band begins to play a slow, romantic tune. Taking advantage of the distraction, you excuse yourself. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to find my mother.”

You slip away into the crowd, your heart pounding. As you weave through the guests, the lavish decorations and flappers blur together, you almost feel like you’re in a fever dream. You step outside onto the terrace, the cool night air a welcome relief.

Standing by the railing, you take a deep breath and try to calm your nerves. The night is quiet except for the faint sounds of the party inside. You glance back through the windows and see Valentino scanning the crowd, looking for you.

It’s only when you hear a few cheers, signaling the end of a speech, when you finally go back inside. People are scattered about and the band is loud, but you see someone you would’ve never thought to see.

Alastor. On his arm, a woman with deep caramel skin stands next to him, the two with linked arms greeting other guests. Her hair is long and braided, and her dress followed suit, a warm orange color on her dress as she adorned gold jewelry. She was stunning, and she glowed next to him. His kiss to her cheek made it clear just how close they were. Unconsciously, you found yourself drifting toward them, not wanting to believe the sight before you. How dare he?

“So happy you could make it!” Your brother says, greeting Alastor with a firm handshake and nodding to the woman on his arm. You stand next to your brothers new wife, the two of you sharing a glance as you waited for your brother to introduce you to Alastor and this new woman. It took a whole five minutes before Alastor had noticed both your brothers wife and you. Noticing his gaze, your brother finally introduced you both. “This is my wife, but you already knew that.” He laughed, before gesturing to you. “Ah, and this is my little sister. Our families pride and joy.” He said, before he paused, leaning closer to tell everyone something in a lower voice. “Don’t tell others, but mother and father hope to find my sister a proper husband tonight. Isn’t that right sister?” He asked, putting you on the spot. You glanced around, the woman on Alastor’s arm smiling politely to you, and your brothers wife urging you silently to answer.

“Yes, I do believe my brother is right. Mother and father want me to marry as soon as possible.” You say, forcing a smile that feels almost too painful to bear. You almost don’t notice the way Alastor’s eye twitches slightly at that.

“Well now, enough chit chat, let’s enjoy ourselves!” Your brother said with a laugh, standing next to his wife and leading her away.

I paint the house black

My wedding dress black leather too

You have no room for light, love is lost on you

I keep my lips red

To seem like cherries in the spring

Darling, you can't let everything seem so dark blue

“Who was she?” You asked, jumping off the bed quickly, wrapping the duvet around yourself. Alastor stands just as quickly, dressing himself back into his slacks before chasing after you.

“A friend of mine dear. You know no one will ever replace you.” Alastor says, watching as you go to the bathroom to retrieve a pack of cigarettes, lighting one with shaky hands. You face is tear stained. You sit on the edge of the tub, watching Alastor through hatred filled eyes as he stands at the doorway.

“A friend?” You ask, blowing out smoke. “Friend my ass.” You say, taking another drag of the cigarette before tapping it few times.

“She really is a friend dear. Why don’t you believe me?” He asked, smiling in disbelief.

“You brought her to my brothers wedding Alastor!” You shouted, standing. “You kissed her on the dance floor and took her home. You told my brothers groomsmen you were courting her!” You shouted, tears running down your face. You’d be damned if he tried to play dumb now.

“It’s all a lie mon amour.” He said, trying to say you with his french. You rolled your eyes at him, waving him off with a hand.

“Yeah sure! Go run off with her! Don’t waste your breath lying to me.” You said, taking another drag of the cigarette again, turning away from him.

“Please forgive me.” He whispered, his hands wrapping around your waist. You felt tired, having no more energy to fight. You felt his lips kiss your temple, letting your body rest against his. “I’m sorry.” He whispered into your ear, his thumb rubbing a soft pattern into your side. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered again, his kisses trailing lower and lower. You sighed and breathed out the smoke, letting yourself relax despite the tears that still ran down your cheeks.

“Why can’t you love me?” You asked, causing him to pause, shifting your weight to face him.

“Because even if I spent my whole life loving you it still wouldn’t be enough for me.”

But oh, what can I do

To turn you on or get through you?

“What? What are you saying?” You asked, pushing yourself away from him, your stomach forming knots.

“My dear do you know what people will say?” He asked, trying to step closer, reaching out for you.

“I don’t care about what they would say.” You said, and he shook his head, pausing to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t either. But you and I both know we could be killed; hung for this.” He said, finally opening his eyes to look at you. Your eyes were shot red, cheeks heated and nose a shade of pink from sniffling so much.

“S-so what? You’re just gonna run off with another woman?” You asked, and he sighed, walking toward you. This time you didn’t run, but instead, you let him hold you. 

“I don’t want to. Believe me dear, I don’t.” He said, and you frowned, watching him through teary eyes as he took the cigarette from you. “I’d kill anyone I’d have to if it meant being with you dear.” He said, kissing your cheek and stopping a tear from rolling down your face. “I’d do anything to be with you. But we both know the world is cruel.” He said, shaking his head as he stared into you.

Oh, what can I do?

Life is beautiful, but you don't have a clue

Sun and ocean blue

Their magnificence, it don't make sense to you

“You know I love you.” He said, kissing you softly, moving the stray hairs out of your face. You nod, feeling his hands cradle your cheeks. “Please don’t make this difficult for us.” He said, kissing the tip of your nose. “I have to do this. For us.” He said, and you nodded, accepting the fact this was the way life would be.

“ Who is she?” You asked, before he gave you a sad smile.

“A nice woman. Her name is Vivian…I believe you two could have been friends if the circumstances were different.” He said, before you looked down, not saying anything else.

Black beauty

Black beauty

Black beauty

Black beauty

Black beauty

“How long have you been courting her?” You ask, before he grows quiet. He stays that way for a bit, and it dawns on you that you were nothing more than a secret to him. A small, unimportant, secret.

“I can’t do this.” You say, just picturing the two of them in her mind over and over again. You couldn’t take it. This was so, confusing.

Black beauty, baby

Black beauty, baby

“Y/n.” Alastor said, grabbing your wrist before you could leave. He turned you to face him, his face now a mixture of frustration and desperation. “Please think for a moment, use your head dear. I know you have a brain in there.” He said, his eyes stern, forcing you to look at him. Willing you to stay.

Oh, what can I do?

Life is beautiful, but you don't have a clue

Sun and ocean blue

Their magnificence, it don't make sense to you

“I know this is very disheartening dear, really I do, but if I do not do this people will talk and they will find out about us and we could be killed, hung even.” He said, his other hand moving to hold yours, his other still not letting go of your wrist. You turned your body to face him fully. “I cannot bear the thought of you facing an unfortunate fate all because of my love.” He said, leaning in closer to you, the tip of his nose brushing yours. “Please don’t go.”

But it was too much. You knew you both could never be together, and as long as this Vivían woman was around, you knew you also couldn’t be. You turned and left, tears streaming down your face as you wrapped yourself in whatever cloth you could find, before making the long walk home.

Black beauty

Black beauty

Black beauty

Black beauty

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere Vampire X f! reader pt. 1

The Woods PT. 2

Tw: noncon, dubcon,manipulation, mind control, isolation, sexual attraction to blood, blood.

A/N: This chapter is a slow burn kind. Mainly because the second chapter is just going to be smut due to certain circumstances which are revealed at the end of the story.

Kofi: Wanna buy me a coffee?

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Your quiet gothic-themed village was never afraid of many things. Not even the bubonic plague scared the villagers. But, something that did scare them was the woods. They called it The Forest of Blood or El Bosque de Sangre. A long time ago, during the medieval ages, a family of wealthy nobles from Transylvania moved to your village. With their luggage were a human-sized coffin and a blanket with engravings of DC on them. They stayed in their castle surrounded by woods until the villager's livestock began to die. Cows and pigs as pale as ghosts with markings on their necks. The only clue was a trail of blood leading into the dark forest.

The villagers took their weapons and marched to the noble's castle, only to find the family in such a horrific condition, not even the graveyard thieves wanted them. Though, others say the family are beings of another name. Some called them Nosferatus, Draculas, Creatures of the Night, Demons, Bloodsuckers, anything but a human being. But that never worried you. What worries you were the girls going missing at the start of every winter, about a couple weeks before the first snowfall. No one knew who would be next, but no one dared to lock their daughters inside. For the last time they did, your village of Verano had mysteriously lost numerous amounts of harvest and livestock. And so here you are, walking to your grandmother's house to keep her company.

It didn't bother you that it's dark as you walk the dirt roads to your grandmother's house. You were used to the dark. It felt like home in a weird way. Even the predators that snatch livestock from the pens respect you as if you are one of their own. Although, it would lead to the villagers thinking you are a witch of some sort. But that didn't bother you either, for you always thought about flying high in the sky and doing witchy things with your friends, especially your friend, Nos, who you knew since that fateful day all those years ago.

"What are you doing behind that bush?"

The boy with pale skin and raven black hair looked at you with shock, fear, and surprise in his eyes.

"Come on, don't you want to play with the other children?"

The boy nodded and took your hand as you ran into the field to play with the village children. You put a flower crown on his head and held both his hands as you began to spin around.

"Nosferatu! Dracula! Demon and Creature of the Night! Everything you'll scream when they bite! Pure as snow! A virgin wearing a white wedding dress! Dye it red and rest in the forest! Be their bride in unholy matrimony!"

Your grandma walked up to you and said to say goodbye to the now-happy boy. You hugged him goodbye and skipped back to her cottage. When you got to her house, your grandma whispered in your ear.

"Nunca hables de los Nosferatus y sus novias. O de lo contrario desaparecerás en el bosque también."

"Bien, abuela."

That was fifteen years ago, and he's been your best friend ever since, even if you could never have adventures in the woods because you feared disappearing from the village.

"Nos, why do you insist on creeping behind me so much?" You ask, turning around to face a six foot three Nos.

"You shouldn't be walking out here so late at night. There are dangerous things in these woods," Nos says, putting his coat on your shoulders. "You should come back to my place and get warm."

"Sorry, grandma needs me to help with the pre-Christmas party," You reply, trying to move through the mud. "Did you hear about it supposedly snowing today?"

"Yes, I did, love. Are you going to start up about those girls going missing again?" Nos asks, walking side by side with you.

"How could I not?! It's supposed to be the first snowfall today, and not a single girl from the village has disappeared!" You exclaim, turning around to face Nos.

"Darling, those girls probably ran away from home. They found someone better in the world and left to explore it," Nos responds, taking you into his arms and dancing you around.

Snow begins to fall, and soon the roads become milky white. You made it to your grandma's house only to find she wasn't there. She had left on an emergency trip to Venice to help one of your cousins give birth. Your grandma had left a centuries-old family cookbook for you if you wished to cook something for dinner.

"It's snowing pretty heavy, darling. How about you stay at my place until it stops," Nos suggests, buttoning up the coat he put over you.

"That sounds fine, but what about you? Won't you be cold?" You ask, starting to shiver.

"I'll be fine. The cold doesn't affect me that much," Nos replies, taking the cookbook and carrying it in his bag. "Come, we can cook dinner and get warm by the fireplace."

You nod and follow his lead until he tries to enter the forest. The dark, snow-covered forest seemed to be staring back at you. Nothing made a sound, and nothing moved. You weren't sure if it was because of the snow absorbing the sound or because this forest was so terrifying that nobody dared enter it.

"It's ok. It's a shortcut to my manor. It's only a couple feet away, I promise," Nos promises, gently holding your hand. "If you feel safer, I'll hold you in my arms the whole time."

"Fine, but don't let me go," You whimper as Nos carries you like a princess.

Nos was known as a lady killer or a charming noble, depending on who you ask. Even though he only came into the village to meet you, he garnered attention from other girls. He got proposal after proposal but kept declining them. The girls eventually got over him, but the female elders couldn't help but notice how no boy or gentleman in the village would ask for your hand in marriage. Their husbands told them to pay no mind to it, but they stopped paying attention to you when predators acted like domesticated animals around them. Though others theorized you were the next Novia de Nosferatu.

"We're here! I'll get you some overnight clothes and make a fire. You can pick out a recipe if you want to," Nos says, handing you your family cookbook.

"I'll choose something yummy," You say, scurrying to the kitchen.

After fifteen minutes, Nos returned downstairs and saw you preparing to cook your family's calzone recipe. He wrapped his arms around your waist and asked if he could help.

"I'm fine, Nos. Why don't you get us something to drink?" You reply, putting the rolling pin away.

"Of course, darling. I'll be right back," Nos says, going to the cellar.

Dinner was ready, and Nos poured two glasses of wine. You brought the food to the table and began to eat with your friend.

"Sorry if the wine tastes bad. I know you're more accustomed to fruity alcoholic drinks," Nos comments, eating a piece of the calzone. "You're still not afraid of these woods, are you? My room has a pretty good view of the trees. It gets wonderful sun and moonlight as well."

"Don't you have a guest bedroom?" You ask, trying not to earn the title of village whore just for innocently sleeping with a guy.

"I'm afraid all the guest bedrooms are-oh fuck it. You've been the light of my life all the way into adulthood. Would you-would you please be mine?" Nos proposes, pulling out a box with a ring with a dark red gem.

The ring was silver with black markings going around it. It was something that only the richest of the rich could afford.

"Nos...of course I'll marry you!" You exclaim, kissing your now fiance.

"Are you sure? Are you absolutely sure? It's not the alcohol talking, right?" Nos questions, pouring you another glass of wine.

"It's not the alcohol talking. Besides, based on things are for me in the village, it seems you're the only guy who would willingly marry me," You respond, drinking the second glass of wine until it's half full. "What type of wine did you give me? It tastes so metallic."

Nos moves closer to you, eventually capturing you in an embrace. You can feel his muscles twitch, and he kisses the crook of your neck. Nos slips the ring onto the middle finger on your right hand.

"I'm glad you wanted this as much as I did, my unholy bride," Nos whispers, his voice becoming raspy and hissing towards the words of unholy bride.

"Wha-"

You have no time to react before he bites you full force. Your ring extends a needle or blade into your skin and shoots something into you. You couldn't break out of his arms and felt nothing but pain. Your nerves felt like they were on fire, your body began to shiver, and your eyes felt like they were about to explode.

"Sh, sh, sh, it's ok. You'll get through the transformation soon. It’ll be nothing but pleasure from here on out, my love,” Nos comforts, gently stroking your head. “Once you drink my blood, the transformation will be complete, and we can be together forever.”

“Nos…Nosfer…Nosferatu!” You scream, rage and fear flowing through your blood.

“No! Call me Nos. I’m still your sweet, Nos. I’m your wonderful fiancé!” Panic is in his voice as he realizes he’s starting to lose you.

You yowl in pain, and with the newly formed claws, you swipe at Nos. He jumps away from you as you run toward the library. Everything was black and red. There was no other color present. You see a book on a desk and fiercely open it, only to find out some things are better left as secrets.

“The son of the chief of Verano made a deal with the blood devils. One maiden will be the sacrifice for us all and be the devil's future mother. A sacrifice made before the first snowfall, or else we will pay for it all,” You read the page making more anger surface. “This year’s Blood bride is Y/N. Please note that the heir has chosen to court her and then ask for her hand in marriage.”

“Darling, no! Don’t read that book! You’ll get confused!” Nos yells, grabbing your shoulder. “ Your body is tired from the transformation. You need to rest!"

"Don't touch me! I can't believe I was ever your friend! How long?! How long did you plan on doing this to me?!" You rage, tears falling down your cheeks.

"I only- thirteen. I knew you were my bride at thirteen and have courted you ever since. You wanted to stay friends, and I still wanted a relationship, so I abided by your wishes and drove suitors away from you. I didn't want you to find out who I was through force like the other brides of my family. I wanted it to be a nice experience for you." Nos holds you in his arms as your claws swipe at him drawing slow-moving blood. "We can still have a wedding with your family. I'll invite them, and they'll know you're ok."

"Do you know what you've done?! Everyone in the village thinks I'm cursed or a witch!" You scream, trying to get out of his arms. "I hate you! I hate you! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU!"

"NO! You don't hate me! It's the vampire venom talking! You love me! You love me just like you did before!" He growls, slamming you onto the brick wall. "Clearly, we need a little couples therapy until that is gone from your system."

He bites your neck, and pleasure goes into your veins. Your legs wrap around his, and your hips unconsciously grind on his crotch. Nos is too strong from drinking your blood to try pushing him away. You can only try to keep your body still as he drinks from you. Your vision goes dark, and you let out a small moan.

When you wake up, your vision is dark, and your naked body feels cramped. You push open the padded ceiling, and something metal moves as light hits your face. Red liquid falls on you from above, making everything but your face smell metallic. You crawl out of the coffin, trying to head towards the backdoor facing the woods. Nos grabs you and licks your cheek, making you shiver.

"I think this will bring us closer together, don't you?" Nos asks, removing his red robes and putting his naked body against yours. "I won't take your virginity until the wedding night unless you want to lose your virginity before then."

"I will never marry you!" You scream, trying to break away but can't due to the wet blood.

"Oh, I love it that you're still stubborn. Let me treat and clean you up, my love," Nos kisses as his hands go straight to your crotch and breast.

He sticks his fingers in you and rubs your nipple as he makes out with you. Nos looks at you, and his brown eyes become bright red.

"Focus on the sensations. In and out," Nos whispers, kissing the previous bitemark he gave you.

You felt like you were losing your mind. You didn't want to follow his orders. Soon enough, you were begging for him to finish you off. He took out his fingers from inside you after you orgasmed. He sucked on his fingers covered in your juices and blood. Then, began to lick the blood on your body. You tried tugging at his pants from below, but he swatted your hands away. Nos licked and kissed his way down to your crotch, where he found that you were bleeding. His face lit up, and you were too euphoric and full of lust to care what would happen next.

"It seems your body has decided that we must have our wedding now," Nos says, taking you into his arms so he can put you in a bath. "We're going to have one bloody hell of a wedding, darling."

[siren-serenity]

hair dye

characters: eli jang, gn!reader warnings: fluff a/n: - we all know eli is that kind of dad whenever yenna does something small and then praises her as if she won a nobel piece prize lmao (i never expected zami to be yenna!!) - guys i've never dyed my hair before so pls correct me if i'm wrong! - every hairstyle suits eli. fight me if you disagree - feedback is appreciated!

"Lean back, Eli."

Your soft voice is like a breath in a giant storm, calming to the soul and endearing to the mind. In your hands, Eli spies a bowl of hair dye and also a brush. Nodding, he stiffly complied to your request, unusued to close proximity between the two of you. His heart pounds at the very thought and his cheeks burn at the direction of his thoughts.

What changed with yours and his dynamic? Why was he acting like this?

Before, you were just another student at Jaewon Highschool. Surrounded by the group of giggling girls from his Beauty Department, Eli considers it a miracle that he was able to meet and befriend the miracle of the Vocal & Dance department, let alone be able to be one of your closest friends alongside Mary and Vin Jin. He doesn't regret it, but he sometimes wonders what was the pull in his chest, the tugging of his soul that made him do that spontaneous decision of reaching out to you?

"Y/N!" Yenna cries out to you from her spot on the cradle. In sync, you and Eli turn to the girl with soft smiles. "Yes, love?"

"Dada hair!"

You nod before grabbing a tuft of raven-black hair. Eli hums, enjoying the feeling of your gentle fingers combing through his hair and the chill of the hair dye mixed in his locks. His fingers crossed over his stomach and his shoulders untense, fully relaxing in your comforting presence.

How should he thank you for this favor? It was late at night yet because of him, you were scurrying over to his house with hair dye in hand for an emergency with the crews. Furthermore, you even stopped by the local convenience store to buy Yenna some more baby food after he offhandedly mentioned it the other day! You were a miracle, like a ray of brightness in his dark life shrouded in betrayal and mysteries.

Maybe he should take you out? He can ask the neighbor to babysit Yenna for a couple of hours while you and him can go out for coffee. Or, he could bring you to the local park and you two could feed the ducks. Maybe you would lean on his shoulders, watching the sunset in blissful piece and he would accidentally turn his shoulder and his lips would brush against yours-

"Eli?" You tap his shoulder and he jolts awake from his daydream. Eli's cheeks flush bright red and if it weren't for your hand on his shoulder steading him, he would have leaped out of your lap.

You giggled and he could almost hear his heart stop at the sound. Again, he wanted to hear it again. And again and again until you were tired of his requests and his dreams.

"What were you dreaming about so much that you couldn't even hear me?"

"Nothing," He looks away.

You brought over the tub of water, gesturing for him to lean more into you. Eli complied and scooted backward, dipping his head into the warm water and sighing in bliss. Your hands gently wash again the dye from his newly-dyed hair, and he couldn't help the pleasing sigh escaping his lips.

"You like this?" You smiled and Eli blushed, biting his lower lip.

"M-Maybe."

[yeehawbvby]

When the Moon Fell in Love With the Sun | Ch. 7*

March x F!Farmer

Rating: Mature/Explicit (eventual smut)

Chapter Summary: Vera picks some very interesting hair dye for the farmer. March goes feral for it.

Author’s Note: No smut yet, but the end of this chapter is the lead-up. Do what you will with that info ;3c

Table of Contents + Work Summary

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The following weekend, Celine and December found themself inspecting Merri’s haunted attic furniture set with tilted heads and curious eyes.

“How does she make those spiderwebs so realistic?” Celine wondered.

“Real spiders,” her friend joked in turn.

“Ew, what?!”

“‘Ew?’ You don’t want little guys living in your dresser?”

“Why would I want insects in my dresser?” She furrowed her brow, “What if they‘re an invasive species and kill all my plants?”

December, who was a recent bug enjoyer thanks to her quests for Luc as of late, held back the intense urge to correct her — spiders are arachnids, thank you — instead responding, ”I can appreciate that you’re more worried about your plants than your clothes.”

The florist shrugged, “I’ll just pawn the critters off to Luc as I find them on me throughout the day.”

Josephine and Hemlock, who were arm-in-arm and browsing the same set just a few steps away, interjected in unison. “Please don’t.”

December giggled while Celine pouted, “Too many bugs?”

“Too many spiders,” the bartender corrected. 

Josephine nodded, then shuddered, “Those things get speedy.”

“I would be too if I had eight legs,” Celine reasoned.

Upon passing close by and hearing talk of things with eight legs, Luc rushed over to rattle off some spider facts, which the four adults gladly listened to. While the little guy’s bug hyperfixation could be annoying for his parents physically, they all admired his dedication to entomology.

As the conversation died off, with three-fifths of the inn-running family parting ways, December and Celine found their way to Olric, March and Merri on the other side of the stall. March had been singing high praise about Merri’s craftsmanship, so Olric politely broke off to hang out with the women. He wasn’t involved in the conversation anyway — he’d already showered Merri in plenty of compliments about her furniture this week.

Their conversation took a turn into one about rocks, as they usually tended to with Olric. When Celine cooed over how adorable the really round rock in the museum was, the conversation shifted into how seriously square the nearby stone on display had been.

As the trio slowed down, deciding if they should visit Darcy or Vera first, December brought up to Olric that she decided she would dye her hair. Like he’d reminded her, it’s not permanent. What was the worst that could happen?

He and Celine beamed, practically shoving December in Vera’s direction. “Get in there, tiger!” the gentle giant told her, a hearty pat on the back sending her stumbling an extra few inches forward.

March, who had just arrived from his chat with Merri, looked on as December cautiously approached the hairdresser. He couldn’t imagine her with anything other than long, white hair. He also couldn’t help but wonder what she was planning to do with it.

Meanwhile, as Olric suggested, December requested to Vera that she take the reins, only asking that she wouldn’t cut her hair more than an inch or so. She often just trimmed it herself, and was pretty particular about it. 

Now, Vera was just as interested in Mistria’s gossip as anyone else. She was only human, and she could never simply brush off her clients’ tales about the town’s happenings. That said, she’d heard all the talk about December and March, she’d seen them glued to each other’s sides some weeks, and she’d watched as the grouchy blacksmith finally found someone to soften him up a bit — even if only slightly.

While she didn’t want to disappoint a clearly nervous customer with a full mane of bright red to match her “boyfriend’s,” no matter how badly she was itching to go nuts on such a perfectly blank canvas, she did think a nod to him could be fun. So, after a quick trim, Vera got to work on creating a small ombré that shifted her hair from its natural ivory down into a light blonde, which then faded into a coppery red-orange, and finished off with a dark brown. The dye was only on the bottom handful of inches of her mane, and then the lower inch or so of her bangs.

December wasn’t allowed to look until it was completed, and when she finally did, she thought it was a little strange, but very cute nonetheless. It was subtle enough to not make her feel overdone, and unique enough to give her some extra flair. She noted to herself, too, how downright impressive Vera’s precision with the dye on her fringe was.

“How’d you come up with this?” she asked, fiddling with a few strands.

“You’ve been hanging out with your new beau so much,” the hairdresser smiled, “so I made you into a little forge-toasted marshmallow!” She punctuated her words with a wink.

…Oh.

That answer turned December’s cheeks crimson while she barked a nervous laugh into her palm. March, Olric and Celine — who had been watching the full process save for a short break to grab drinks and snacks from the next stall over — were embarrassed, delighted, and positively tickled respectively. 

Dell had been walking past as the explanation went on, returning from a bathroom break at the General Store. She slowed down to be nosy, as one tended to in this small town. Upon hearing the news, she gasped and giggled and ran to alert the rest of the Dragonguard — and by proxy of her volume, several others nearby — who all responded in a similar fashion. 

Juniper’s hearty laugh could be heard from the chair December sat in. Elsie was already taking notes for a future romance novel she’d write. Jo and Hemlock — who’d been secretly rooting for the farmer and the blacksmith to get together for months — shared a laugh at such a public display of affection.

Just like that, the pair had become the talk of the town once again.

December’s laughs died into something more airy as she inspected and played with her ends. Vera kept her hair straight, but curled the bottom inch or so into some spiky swoops and styled it half-up into a messy bun to showcase the dye. It was soft, fun to look at, and the bottom portion was perfect for fiddling with at a time like this, which was exactly what December did.

“So? How are we feeling?”

“I—” she paused, smiling and letting out one last flustered breath, “I love it, actually.”

Vera’s smile at her answer could have lit up the whole town square. Nearby, Olric and Celine both nudged March from either side, and March… 

Well.

At first, he felt sheepish, a little guilty that December was put under more social pressure — in a subtle way — to be “his.”

But, as much as this did put more of a target on her head for teasing, she liked it. Loved it, even.

Why did that make him proud? Why was he suddenly so hung up on her being showcased as “his,” all over some silly hair dye? Why was the whole idea of “burning” the local “snow angel” so rewarding to him?

He wondered, too, why did it really arouse him? 

“—looks great!” 

March was ripped from his thoughts by Olric loudly complimenting the woman in question. Despite still being rosy, December had a hard time containing her smile. She wasn’t sure if it was more nervousness about the concept, or happiness about the change in her appearance fueling it at this point, but the distinction made no difference to March, who basked in her curved lips and bright eyes and currently-present dimples and “toasted” hair like it was the last few things he’d ever have the pleasure to see.

“Y-yeah!” he agreed. 

December and Celine were taken aback by his enthusiasm for a moment, but the farmer was glad nonetheless. She had no idea how he’d take this. At least it seemed like he was a fan. 

“Well,” Olric started, “I should get a trim before someone else swoops in there. I’ll see you guys around!”

He gave the three villagers a fist bump each before parting. Just as that interaction closed, Celine was summoned by Dell, thus breaking off from the remaining pair with a wave.

“Sorry” was the first word out of December’s mouth once they were alone. 

March furrowed his brows. “What?”

“I didn’t ask Vera to do this,” she clarified, once again playing with the newly colored ends of her hair, “I let her choose.”

March was quiet. From an outside perspective, he appeared pensive. December was unsure of what to make of it. 

“I…” March could hardly contain himself at this point, and shook his head, “Fuck. I love it.” He practically growled his words. The farmer’s eyes widened, her stomach fluttering. “Come here,” he ordered, taking her hand.

“Where are we going?”

“My house.”

“Oh.” While they passed by the fountain, she asked, “Why?”

March mumbled under his breath, “Can’t do this shit anymore.”

Whoa. What?

December paled.

Wordless while she wondered what he meant by that, she feared that he was going to cut things off with her over some hair dye that he’d literally just complimented. That this was it, that her heart was about to be shattered by March before she could even call him her boyfriend, man, partner, whatever. That she’d have to go back to Vera and ask her to help her chop the dyed portions of her hair off, in turn saving her from thinking about the blacksmith every time she saw her own reflection.

In reality, he just really wanted to fuck her. 

They still hadn’t had sex. They could have. They’d wanted to several times. They were very vocal about that fact, which led to some flirty, funny shenanigans in its own right. At this point, they were holding back purely out of spite for the people — mainly Juniper, of course — who insisted they’d already crossed that road. It was all for the bit.

So the farmer’s worries were quelled a short moment later, right as they stepped into the smithy. March practically slammed the door behind them, pinning December to it with his lips while he scooped her up by her thighs. 

She was too stunned to question it, gladly squeezing March’s hips between her legs to better support herself and wrapping an arm around his neck, her other hand resting against his cheek.

March had his own question instead. “How are you feeling?”

Assuming that he wasn’t just trying to exchange pleasantries at a time like this, December answered with her health for the day in mind. She sighed against his lips, “Not great.” He stole another kiss before she asked, “Why?”

March answered her inquiry with another, pressing his forehead to hers, “How does that stuff work when it comes to sex?”

December’s eyes widened. “Hypothetically, or..?”

“No.” His answer was instant, his eyes now boring into hers. “No, I want to know for right now.” 

The farmer’s body was burning up. Her eyes trailed down to his lips again while she opened her mouth, trying to form words that wouldn’t come out. Her excitement temporarily rendered her speechless, but quickly turned into anxiousness.

Ever since one of the first times December had taken care of herself after her accident, she’d been afraid for this time to come; to have to admit to someone that she would be, in plenty of people’s eyes, almost useless beyond this point in intimacy. Sure, she could walk and run and lift and pull and do whatever else she needed to from day to day, but those things could get hard, and sex would be no different. If anything, she knew it would be worse, given how foreign and strenuous the movements were. 

How often did she really need to straddle or sit on something, while repeatedly squatting and/or bouncing?

The answer was never. Literally never. 

And December knew how cruel people could be. How harshly women were judged overall — even in a society so sensitive towards gender equality, like Aldaria’s — never failed to transfer to their abilities in bed. If anything, the latter was several times worse, given how entitled so many people could feel with intimacy. The absolute last thing she needed was a harsh opinion to dampen her already low self-esteem when it came to this; and while she felt she was probably safe with March, she couldn’t know for sure how he would react until this very moment. 

“U-um,” she hesitated, “I can’t really do much.”

Luckily, the redhead had no quarrels to make. He would still want to be with her even if sex wasn’t an option at all. March’s grip tightened on December’s thighs, and he leaned in as if to kiss her again, but faked her out. 

Instead, he murmured, “So you’ll be my pillow princess then?”

She felt her soul leave her body as she breathed, shaky and quietly, “Holy shit.”

He smirked, proud of the effect he had on her. “Come on, December, focus,” March softly demanded when she didn’t answer his question.

Whatever was left of her corporal form was gone forever, she feared. She nodded almost desperately, her heart threatening to thump out of her chest. In turn, March had never felt cockier in his life, other than maybe whenever he received and bragged about his copious blacksmithing awards. 

He prodded, “You’d want that?” After another nod, he searched for more explicit consent, “Say it.”

She was quiet for a moment before she complied.“I want it,” with her eyes plastered on March’s mouth, yearning for him to kiss her again.

He was having none of that. “Hey,” he leaned down slightly to catch her eyes. “Look at me while you say it.” His tone coated December in goosebumps. When she brought her gaze up to meet his, he doubled down, “Tell me you want it.”

This didn’t even feel real to her. “I want it.”

“Perfect.” He finally kissed her before lifting her away from the door, their lips barely parting as he carried her to his room.

[elliottheiidiot]

Kung Jin Headcanons

My Kung Jin headworm is telling me I must write thingys for him (headcanons). Or else. Unfortunetly that means I won't make any of my usual posts coming the next few however long I do these for. sad.

I'm not sure if the people who do these usually have a divider thing, but I'll make one just so it might look neat-ish.

Kung Jin has never, and will never, dye his hair. It is the singular thing you can't make him do.

He doesn't have much of a stable concept of a good dad. The first time he saw how Hanzo treated Takeda he was floored.

He doesn't much appreciate putting stuff in his hair. He'll allow the red ribbon he usually uses in different colors but he might not stick in a bow.

He can't act relaxed around kids. It's always very awkward, just the emotions of "I don't wanna be here anymore" floating through the air. Maybe it comes from trauma.

he could never be seen in neon colors. Way too bright for him. He'll take the sad beige thank you very much.

The first time he thought he might like boys was when he was twelve actually. But then he just ignored the thought. Knocked the wind outta him when he thought about it ten or twenty years later, now comfortable with his sexuality.

He's the oldest of the Kombat Kids, he's pushing thirty. Cassie jokes that he shouldn't be considered a Kombat Kid anymore cause of it.

Since Jin's the oldest, and basically considered the most mature cause of it, he tried to use that as leverage that he should be the leader. He doesn't do it anymore, at least.

Will like the most insane food combos known to man. He will be like, "Yes, the pickles DO pair well with the onion rings" and not be joking. It is the one thing his friends can't stand about him.

Still hasn't had his first kiss yet. He was asked about it once by Jaqui and he ended up making a huge story about how he did. He's trying desperately to keep up the facade to this day.

[voodooveil-writes]

Marinette as Bakugo’s sister.

This is a concept for an au where Marinette is Katsuki bakugo’s sister. If you want more, then ask, or if you want to use my concepts credit me. Just note that I’m not the first to have this idea, I’m just adding a bit of flair. ALSO NOTE THAT I AM AGING UP THE CHARACTERS!!! Marinette and her friends will be 17, not 13, and Katsuki and his class will be 18, not 16. Marinette will not be a stalker! It’s frankly gross to ship two 13 year olds, AND make one of them a yandere. It also gives me as the writer more freedom to make the characters more independent. Character designs that differ from cannon will be pictured using the app called Gacha Life 2. For those of you rolling your eyes, Gacha is not all bad, and not everyone is one of those cringe 12 year olds making “heat” videos. I can’t draw very well and I personally use it to express my creativity in a way that is easy and fun. (this story will take place before any major story archs in the MLB series.) (this story with take place after bakugo was rescued from the league of villains.)

Ships: adrienette (Adrien x Marinette) ninya (nino x Alya) bakugo x (TBD) (I’ll post a poll for who bakugo should be shipped with.)

With that said; Marinette was born Miyuki Bakugo. She is very close with her 1 year older brother Katsuki, who has a quirk called ‘explosion.’ Miyuki’s quirk allowed her to change minor aspects of her appearance at will, like her hair color and length or her eye color. This requires energy though, and changing her hair color is the hardest to do over long periods of time. Also, Her quirk doesn’t work when she’s asleep.

Despite her quirk, she was born with heterochromia of both the eyes and hair. Her hair is mostly brown hair (from her father, Masaru), and blond in the front (from her mother, Mitsuki). Her right eye is red (Mitsuki) and her left eye is brown. (Masaru.) but because of her odd appearance, she was often called names. It was usually a ‘witch’, due to her duel-colored eyes.

All her life, Miyuki dreamed of nothing more than to move to Paris and be a fashion designer. As it happens, Masaru’s brother, Tom, lived in Paris because of his dream to be a baker! So when Miyuki was twelve, she moved to Paris with her aunt and uncle. She visits Japan twice per year to see her family. She socially changed her name to Marinette Dupain-Cheng to match her aunt, Sabine Cheng, and Uncle, Tom Dupain, who would pose as her fake parents to not invite unnecessary questions. It worked out great, Mitsuki’s half-Russian and half-Japanese DNA mixed with Masaru’s Japanese DNA made Miyuki Asian and Tom and Sabine are both Asian. (Tom same as Masaru and Sabine being Chinese) ethnically, her aunt and uncle fit fairly well. In Paris, it was never brought up. When she got to Paris, she used temporary dye to dye her hair dark blue, both to eliminate the risk of being judged for her two-toned hair, and to fit better with her aunt who had dark blue hair too (she used temporary dye because she likes her natural hair color, and when it begins to fade, it’s time for her twice-annual visit to Japan to see her immediate family anyways.) She used her quirk to change her eye color to blue, also to avoid judgment and fit better with her aunt and uncle.

Currently, Marinette spends her days designing clothes in her free time, spending time with her best friends Alya, Nino, Adrien (whom she has a crush on), and others, Saving Paris with Chat Noir as ladybug, and helping her parents in the bakery. One day, however, she woke up, not realizing that her dye was fading, and took a shower. She didn’t realize that her hair was back to normal until she stepped out of the shower and saw her hair in the mirror. Being out of blue dye and it being time for her to go to school, she used her quirk to make it blue. If you remember from earlier, her quirk drains her energy a lot and doesn't work while she is asleep. What will happen when she falls asleep during class? What will she say when asked what’s up with her wacky hair?

I hope you were intrigued by this concept! I'm open to questions, comments, and suggestions. The poll for who Bakugo should be shipped with will be up once I get three or more suggestions. I'm open to anything as long as it isn't disgusting (major age gap)

Here are some other designs for Marinette (and Alya because why not) that I made in preparation for this story!

[arxxq]

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

| in which the world has a specific thing in order to find their soulmate, there's the classic red string, can't see colour and so on...and you got 7 things you or your soulmate hate which allows your soulmate and you choose things you hate for the other to see |

Haitani Rindou X reader

Enemies to lovers?

(no smut I don't write those, my first time writing TR and I had to start with Rindou might be ooc bcs this is my first time. I should probably stick to blue lock, also some of these might not be things you hate or rindou hates but for the sake of the plot pls accept it...)

(this is supposed to be gender neutral but i ended writing it as female... Sorry)

"Yeah I'll take the (favourite drink) thank you-" you said to the waiter that is until you looked up to see (F/d) at the top of your head. And now your mood is ruined..

"on second thought nevermind I'll just take a (different drink).."

You were planning to have a peaceful day until you remembered that today was the day you get to see your soulmate's 7 hated things.

"jeez what's got you pissed now," your Friend asked. "the first thing my soulmate didn't like was my favourite drink....can you believe it?"

"okay but I'm sure he didn't know that right..." She says in a way to reassure you. Just as she said that another thing popped up above you. It was your h/c...

"You've got to be kidding me..." You said in annoyance. "okay okay calm down let's just get to school," you then walked to school with her.

A few hours later.

You were in class when another thing popped up above your head. E/c

Now you were very pissed. It was as if your soulmate is targeting you. Your friend noticed the same annoyance plastered on your face.

"Okay now I have a feeling I've been targeted!"

"I swear, is this another thing about you as well?"

"Yes yes it is...what next? My favourite colour?" And you jinxed it because then your favourite colour popped up as the 4th thing.

"Okay I'm not saying another thing because this is really pissing me off,"

•

It was the end of school. Your soulmate has finished his 7 list of things.

F/d, e/c, h/c, f/c, mean girls, bad temper, f/f

And now you are really pissed.

"what's gotten you pissed off?" You looked behind you to see the most insufferable person you knew. Haitani Rindou.

"Shut up, hearing your voice is just making me even more pissed,"

"Jeez princess.you really should stop being bitchy and maybe people would like you," he teased.

"oh please, people do like me. And what's wrong with your hair? Does it just get even uglier?"

"my hair is beautiful actually you're just a bitch who hates it,"

"okay whatever, at least dye your hair better? I mean blonde and blue are hideous,"

"oh at least I'm not a brat who has a bad temper," okay that was the last straw.

"Why you-!" You were about to slap him when your friend yelled at you. "(Name), cmon we gotta go,"

You stopped and calmed down for a bit.

And yes you left without saying anything which made his smile as if he won...which I guess you can say he did.

"I swear I already hate my soulmate..."

"It's okay...at least you can finally choose your seven things tomorrow!"

"yeah you're right...and i already know what to put in it,"

"For real, you weren't kidding when you said you really were prepared!" You smiled at her "I definitely did not,"

The next day...

You were forced to sit next to rindou when you heard a long ass complaint for his mouth. I mean he was whispering it but you wonder what got him so pissed.

"what's wrong with you," you asked rolling your eyes. "Well my fucking soulmate decided to piss me off today,"

"oh? What did she or he do?" You asked while letting out a chuckle. "okay I thought you were the only one who hates blondes but maybe I was wrong, she also hates gangs and guys with glasses...I swear I feel targeted,"

The moment he said that you froze. Those were 3 of the things you had chosen for your 7 things.

"You okay? You spaced out there," and when he said that you snapped out of your trance...

"yeah I'm fine it's just that my soulmate hates (h/c) and (f/d)..."

"oh? Well your soulmate has taste," he said a proud smirk. "Yeah and now that you say that...I'm starting to think my soulmate is you, jerk face," you glared at him.

He laughed and smirked at you with the same smirk you've always hated....or did you? "Oh princess I already knew that, I just chose those as my seven things to see if I was right and I was,"

Bonus:

"I also chose those as my seven things to piss you off which I think worked successfully," he said with a proud smile.

"yeah I hate you," you scoffed.

"you will learn to love me soon princess,"

Yeah I'm leaving it like that

-Arxx 14/10/23

[minnielvr]

DIE FOR YOU - chapter 11 : "y/n asf"

"okay next question," hyunjin took another flash card, "at what age does the brain become fully mature?"

"oh easy, 25 years old." you answered.

hyunjin was currently helping you study for your psychology test for tomorrow, like he promised when he took you out. it was going well so far and there were no major distractions.

"ugghh y/n im bored." hyunjin threw the flashcards on the desk and whined.

"hey! do you think i want to do this right now too?"

"well then lets just not do it.."

"hyunjin i HAVE to study for this test, it makes up like 30% of my grade." in truth though, you've already studied way more than needed. maybe you were just looking for an excuse to spend more time with him.

"oh cmon y/n, we've done 50 flash card and you've been studying the whole week. lets just stop now hm?" he offered

"okay, fine. but what will we do now?" you didn't want him to leave, but you didn't want to be bored either.

"uhhh icecream?" he raised his brow

"hyunjin it's almost 1 in the morning nothing is open." you hit his head softly.

"OH I KNOW-" you covered his mouth, "hyunjin shut up!! you'll wake them up" you scolded him

"sorry sorry. anyway how about we dye my hair." he said with a grin on his face.

"im sorry what?" you blinked a couple of times.

"well im kinda getting bored of this red, most of my outfits don't match with it either." he started playing with it.

"but i love the red. its so...you"

"awwww well thank you cutie." he squished your cheeks and surprisingly, you let him.

"well where could we find hair dye right at this time of night? and what color?"

"im sure theres a 24 hour market here somewhere. and i want to do black." he went on his phone and googled up places nearby.

"well, lets go then. you sure about this?" you asked one last time.

he shrugged his shoulders, "i guess"

‿୨♡୧‿

you and hyunjin were now in the convenience store looking at the hair dye. you guys were arguing about wether he should get permanent or temporary.

"hyunjin if you get permanent then you don't like it how will you take it off?" you tried to reason with him

"y/n my natural hair color is black...i know how i look." he laughed at you.

"oh...well my bad i didn't know you before this." you crossed your arms, why is he laughing at you?

"awww it's cute how much you care, cmon lets go to checkout." he dragged you along.

"just for the record i don't care."

he just looked back at you and smiled. you guys were at the register and hyunjin payed, then you left to walk back.

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hyunjin was in your bathroom on a chair with a towel over his shoulders, while you were mixing up the dye.

you came behind him and looked at him in the mirror "you ready?"

"lets do it."

so you got to work, spreading the dye all over his bright red hair and on his roots. you guys made small talk while doing so, asking him about his friends and whatnot. soon you guys finished and let it dry for 30 minutes, it should've been for longer but he couldn't wait.

you took him back to the bathroom where he leaned his head over the tub so you could wash it. you reached out to his hair and started running your fingers through it messily while he sighed, saying it felt like a massage. you finished up quickly and didn't allow him to look in any mirrors until you finished cleaning.

you led him to your dresser and made him sit down in front of it while you kept a hand over his eyes.

"okay you can look in 3...2...1!! open!!" you raised your hand off his eyes.

"wowww it looks good" he started playing with his hair and styling it.

you guys talked for a bit after that while admiring his new hair, eating some snacks, and obviously not forgetting to take some pictures.

"omg hyunjin its 3 am you have to go home" you couldn't have him spend the night.

"awww whyyy?" he pouted and put his arms around you. lately he was getting very touchy, but you didn't mind.

you tried pushing him off, "because i have to sleep and so do you! i have a big day tomorrow"

"but if i walk in the house that late they'll all be suspicious..." he looked away from you, he forgot about the dare.

"so? just tell them you fucked someone or something." you shrugged while chewing on your granola bar, not thinking much of it.

"can i tell them i fucked y-" you put your hand over his mouth once again, "dont even think about it."

you walked him to the door and let him put on his shoes, then he faced you.

"well, thanks for everything tonight y/n. i hope we can do it again." he smiled at you.

he wants to do this again? with you? damn since when did you become so weak for guys.

"your welcome hyunjin, thanks for taking me out too, it was super fun. oh and studying" you started to remember the whole night.

he went in to give you a hug, so you returned it, squeezing him tight. but when he pulled away you gave him a little peck on his lips.

"g'night hyune" you smirked and pushed him out the door.

did you really just kiss hwang hyunjin? this must be a dream, you thought to yourself. as you turned around to walk back to your room, you were met with three faces right in front of you. so naturally, you screamed.

"Y/N WHAT THE FUCK???" all 3 of your friends screamed at once.

"oh. my. god. yunjin you were here the whole time?" you thought she was with keeho.

"well duh!! i wanted to hear all the details when you came back from dinner with hyunjin but apparently you guys had other plans." she crossed her arms.

"yea y/n, other plans. such as dying his hair." haerin also crossed her arms.

"and kissing him." now hanni crossed her arms.

"ugh guys it's not that big of a deal, come sit down. i'll explain everything"

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Chapter 21: Masks & Makeup 💄

You & Robin both got up bright and early both too excited for the events for tonight to really sleep in. Today was Robin and Eddie’s senior skip day anyway having Robin overnight last night you both had a great time. Painting your toenails gossiping eating snacks and bopping to your records & 8 tracks even with the less then 4 hour sleep you both got you’re both bursting with energy. You got a surprise for Robin she’s such a good friend you had to repay her somehow for all her help & a little something for yourself too. You decided to treat robin to getting her hair done anyway her heart desires for her special day. Your heart hurts for her you & Steve are the only ones who know her secret & knowing how badly she wanted to ask Vicki but opting to go with her male bff you’re hoping this gesture brings up her spirits. “Hey robs why don’t you get dressed & I’ll meet you at the car” you smile at her she looks at you confused “uhh we forget something I’m not aware of… WAIT the guys aren’t getting ready here too are they because that’s b-“ you cut her off “Robs we didn’t forget anything no need to spaz out I just have a special surprise for you & we have to drive to get it” her eyes light up like a kid on Christmas “okay meet you in the car!!” She shouts as she darts outside already swinging your keys around. The ride there she can’t sit still not used to being treated this way she starting to feel special & is so glad to have someone like you as a friend you pull up to the hair salon and smile at her peeking over your sunglasses “okay let’s go hot stuff time for us to look HOT!!” Her eyes wide she jumps out and follows you to the door “ready?” She smiles one you’ve never seen her pull yet & it rubs at your heartstrings “yup let’s do this thing” you link arms & go inside robin looking all over the place like a kid in a candy shop eyeing all the products and styling tools she turns to you “uh what should we do?” You cross your arms “today is about you too rob I want you to get whatever it is you what whatever makes my friend happy” you wink at her the two stylist's approach you both to get you all set you know you wanna feel beautiful but you want something fresh too something to go with the new leaf you’ve turned since moving here. You settle for a dye cut and style y/c/h dyed a gorgeous black with a blonde money piece the dead ends trimmed & your hair curled & waved in an old Hollywood style look you turn to see robin All finished her hair in a curly updo with babies breath and a few roses around the crown of her head she looks amazing. She finally see your new look her jaw drops “oh my god Jamie!!! You’re…. You’re fkn hot!! What the hell?! You look like a whole new person!” You blush “thanks robs I love yours you look so beautiful!” Both giddy & ready to head back to finish getting ready you both stopped for a surprise your fake id coming in handy one more year until 21 but you’re not gonna just come to this thing without something to share with your love & friends a bottle of makers mark for the guys and some sangria for you & Robin. You start with her makeup she wants a natural look but you know you’re giving her a smoky eye anyway once you put the finishing touches you turn her around she gasps “is that a good gasp or a bad one” she turns to you lips wobbling “I… I… I love it Jamie thank you her eyes well with tears you pull her in for a hug “you’re so lucky I used waterproof mascara don’t ruin my master piece” you giggle robin goes to finish up while you start on your own makeup. Smoky eye with earth tones & some shimmer to make it pop a movie star red lip & peach blush you pull out your dress add your ruby necklace and matching earrings & add your head piece now that it’s dry you & robin glued black and red stones on it & you slip on your favorite black heels & wait to put your mask on until after photos with everyone. You pull out your stash hiding a few prerolled joints for later & leaving one out for now “hey Buckley” you twist it in your fingers she smiles “don’t gotta tell me twice”.

[crisalidaseason]

Retouch

Summary: In which Layla and Magenta retouch Warren’s hair and he has a change of heart.

CW: just friends being cute, developing Layla/Warren, pre-relationship, frienship, blank period.

Warren looked nervously at the products he had bought a few days ago, laying them on the sink of his small bathroom as if staring at them would be helpful. He did not know what was worse: his mom not being able to help him or-

“Warren!” Magenta’s voice echoed through his home “hurry up!”

Oh yes. The two girls in his living room.

“Don’t be rude!” Williams loudly whispered.

He should not have accepted their help at all, but last time he tried to dye his red streak alone…let’s say his mother was very adamant on him never doing it alone again. 

“I’m here” he said while leaving the bathroom, taking the items with him. 

Magenta left the couch and immediately took the items from his hand, inspecting them with her forever judgemental stare.

“He actually knows the good stuff” she mumbled to Layla. 

The dark haired girl motioned for Warren to sit down on a chair, which he reluctantly did. 

“Believe me, Warren, I’ve seen Magenta do this before, she knows what she’s doing” Layla said as she stood beside him. 

Magenta expertly combed through his hair, tying most of it in a secure bun while leaving the fading red streaks out. He could see Layla messing with the bleach and peroxide at her friend’s request. Warren tried not to sneeze at the strong smell of the chemicals - a small price to pay if he wanted the bright red color.

“Don’t you dare” Layla suddenly threatened “use the gloves I brought”

The girl’s sudden warning tone was out of character for her. Layla was always sweet, always, and it was quite disturbing imagining otherwise. He was glad the warning was not directed at him, but Magenta seemed unbothered, as if the two girls had that argument before. 

“Okay, mom” she grunted “ready, hot head?”

“Just avoid the scalp” he told her. 

He stayed quiet as Magenta applied the stinky chemical on his hair. Usually, his mother would chat away while he just occasionally answered, but the two girls had something against him being silent. 

“Why red?” Magenta asked first “doesn’t it get boring after a while?”

“Why don’t you try another color?” Layla suggested. 

“Great idea, Williams!” Magenta exclaimed “we could try purple”

“Over my dead body” Warren replied. 

“Why?” both girls asked.

“Because I hate purple” he simply said “can you please focus on what you’re doing, pinky?”

“I can multitask, thank you” Magenta replied with a slight pull at his hair “don’t call me that or I’ll make you bald”

“Why don’t you try green?” of course Layla would suggest that. 

“No, green fades horribly!” Magenta exclaimed “maybe pink, or maybe he is against it too?” 

“Can we please just dye it red? It’s the only color I bought anyways” he grunted.

“No problem, I brought my own” Magenta replied “show him”

He regrets accepting their help profusely. As Layla took a small bag and opened it, he could see the large amount of hair dye she had inside, all the spectrum of colors. They had planned his demise!

“I’m never asking the two of you for help ever again” 

“Come on, Warren!” Layla pouted and Warren almost fainted right there and then “Pick a different color”

“No” he did not look at the ginger girl “we’re painting it red, I’m not your doll”

Layla sighed, sitting back on the couch with the bag of hair dye on her lap.

“What about we paint it red and another color?” Magenta suggested.

“Yes!” Layla beamed and clapped her hands “Come on, Warren! Just a small chunk of hair, please”

He made the mistake of looking at Layla. Her hands in prayer, pleading him to agree. Magenta, with her sick and diabolic mind, smiled at him like the trickster she was. The shapeshifter knew saying ‘no’ to Layla was difficult for him, it was the sole reason their friend group used Layla to make him agree with something. 

He groaned in annoyance one last time.

“Fine”

The next day, he went to school with red and green streaks freshly dyed. 

[mirisss]

My Bad-boy

Park Hanbin x afab!reader

Wordcount ≈ 900

Warnings: Mentions of food, mentions stereotypical bad-boy hobbies (smoking, fighting, etc), actually really fluffy, 

Please reblog! Requests are open!

Third person POV

(Y/n) sat with one of her close friends, Lee Jeonghyeon, as they ate lunch in the school cafeteria. The two were having an argument over which one of them was most likely to pass a test without studying for it, a somewhat normal argument between the two as they often tried to compete against one another. All friendly though. Outsiders watching them would probably assume that they were dating because of the way they acted, those outsiders would be very wrong though. (Y/n) and Jeonghyeon were good friends, best friends even, but they weren’t dating and probably never would. Nope. (Y/n) was dating someone else. 

Suddenly, the doors to the cafeteria flew open, and in walked Park Hanbin. A boy that most girls and some boys had a crush on. Most people assumed that Hanbin was a bad boy, the kind of bad boy who smokes, drives a motorcycle, skips class, fights, and whatnot. It was the way he dressed and the way he walked that created these rumors. Hanbin often showed up with bruises on his arms and sometimes even on his face, and thus the rumors of him fighting people were born. 

As Hanbin walked into the cafeteria, he was pouting, his eyes scrunched into a glare as he scanned the room, looking for a certain person. Everyone in the cafeteria froze, wondering who the bad boy was looking for. Just who had made Hanbin so angry? Once he had found his victim he walked over with hasty steps. His biceps clearly showed in his black tank top, making the people around him swoon. The violet bruises on his arms add to his charm, his black and red dyed hair really played into the bad boy visual. 

The onlookers in the cafeteria gasped as they saw who Hanbin had stopped by. (Y/n) and Jeonghyeon both turned to Hanbin with smiles on their faces. “Hi, Binnie,” (Y/n) said with a cheery tone. “What’s up, Hanbin?” Jeonghyeon said as he stood up and moved to the other side of the table so that Hanbin could sit down beside (Y/n). Hanbin sat down the second Jeonghyeon had moved from (Y/n)’s side. “Mmm, I wanna go home,” Hanbin whispered as he leaned against (Y/n). 

“Bin, we still have two more classes to go through before we can leave,” “Mmm, I’m tired, and I just wanna cuddle,” “Can you hold on for one more class? I can work on my project for History at home so I don’t mind missing that class for today,” “I love you, you’re the best,” 

Only Jeonghyeon could hear the couple’s interaction leaving the audience in the cafeteria wondering what the so-called bad boy was doing leaning on and talking with (Y/n) and Jeonghyeon in such an intimate way. 

“Why are people staring at us?” Hanbin asked as he stopped leaning on his girlfriend, looking towards his friend on the other side of the table. Even though pretty much the entire school knew of the rumors concerning Hanbin, Hanbin himself, did not. “They’re staring because they can’t wrap their heads around why the notorious bad boy is being lovey-dovey with Miss Sunshine (Y/n) over here,” “Huh? Bad boy? Is that you or?” “Hanbin, you are so oblivious, the so-called bad boy is you. And, right, people might also be confused cause most people assume (Y/n) and I are dating,” “WHAT?” At Hanbin’s outburst, the attention of everyone in the cafeteria was brought back to him and the table he was sitting at. 

“People think I am a bad boy? Why?” “Because of the way you dress, the fact that you show up with bruises almost every single day, you’re often seen skipping class, you dye your hair often, this to them all equals to you being a bad boy,” (Y/n) explained to her boyfriend. “Oohh, I get that. Don’t they know I am an idol trainee? Wouldn’t that be more reasonable?” “Probably, but how should they know that the bruises are from dancing? And that the constant skipping class is for your other schedules,” Hanbin laughed it off until he remembered another detail that Jeonghyeon mentioned. 

“Wait, why do people think the two of you are dating?” “Probably because we spend a lot of time together and people assume boys and girls can’t be just friends,” Jeonghyeon said as he shrugged his shoulders. Hanbin nodded his head to show his understanding of the situation. Hanbin turned his head toward (Y/n), as their eyes met, he gave her a mischievous smile. He leaned in closer to her and kissed her on the lips, to prove that (Y/n) was dating him and not Jeonghyeon. After the kiss was over, Hanbin had a cocky smirk on his face as he glanced around the room, making all others feel slightly intimidated, resulting in them removing their attention from him and his girlfriend. 

“Oohh, my bad-boy, what would I do without you?” (Y/n) said in a teasing tone as she, Hanbin, and Jeonghyeon all laughed. Hanbin might look like the stereotypical bad boy all dressed up in his idol persona, but really he is the embodiment of a golden retriever boyfriend. 

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Eddie Munson x fem . scary how I hate you

Eddie Munson x fem Warning Enemies to lovers Bullying. Chrissy mean girl. Halloween party halloween themed 18+

part 1

:scary how i hate you :

It's October 27th Tues only four days until Halloween…. Halloween.. ugh I am not exited only because of him..and the party Steve invited me to a halloween party in the woods but stupid me, said yes before asking who was gonna be there. But of fucking course he is.. and by he I mean Eddie Munson. The guys who I tried to be friends with but then I had a crush on him until he hated me one day for no reason. Unless there is a reason…." Y/N! Are you ready? Your gonna be late for school" "Yeah one sec mom." You grab your black jacket and walked outside to the car.

School

You walk through the doors of Hawkins high just to see a skeleton decoration hung from the ceiling, paper bats on the walls, and orange streamers across the halls. "Hey Y/N color is better on me?" And then here's my best Freind Robin Buckley "earth to Y/N should i do red or blue or is there a better color?" "for what?" "Well im gonna probably go by starcourt after school to get some hairdye and a halloween costume so What color? And do you want to come with?" "Yes i would like to come and i think a dark jade green would look great on you and it matches your personality." "Okay sounds good meet you after school." And you finally made it to your locker to grab your note book and pencils when it gets slam shut. "fuck.." "hey Y/n so how should i be better then you today oh right i just act normal." "Chrissy.. what a pleasure… not really" "hm so how should i kiss eddie tonight?" You walk away to class I can't believe me and her use to be friends.

After school you met Robin and now are at starcourt mall "Okay I got the hair dye now let's go get costumes." You walk in the halloween shop And see masks, fake Weapons, costumes sexy and scary. "Yes!! Okay im gonna go try this on" she holds up a sexy Liberian costume. You search through the costumes Until you found a vampire costume You grab it and you tried it on "woah y/n you look great " "thanks " You say as you look in the mirror the red dress that clings to your curves and the black cape that hangs to your knees it's perfect "nice costume but i think it would look better on my floor" Fuck noo! It's him Eddie Munson "munson.. how's chrissy your girlfriend" "shes not my girlfriend but you could be." Your face now red of course anything to make you upset if he only knew why jokes like that make you mad because you wish it where true but it can't be "fuck you munson" "gladly" after you got changed back into your normal clothes you paid for your costume and some fake blood and red lipstick "Okay cmon y/n lets go"

4 days have passed And all you could think about is the party and eddie munson.. it's stupid how he hates me but I still have feelings for him but I guess I'm dumb

Find out next time

Wait until Part 2