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[juanathesillyuser12]

so preppy 😜👄💅💅💗

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[urfavdarkskinn]

The Boy Is Mine 💗

Miguel O’Hara x blackfem!reader smut

warnings: 18+ content

what you’re gonna see in this story: praise (kind of)

submissive! Miguel

homewrecker 🙄

authors note: in this, you two already have an established relationship. ALSO VERY IMPORTANT I HAD TO CHANGE UP THE ORIGINAL PLOT SO THAT THE SMUT COULD HAPPEN

summary: everything between you and Miguel was perfect until this blonde preppy bitch thinks she has a chance with him. Seeing as you’re a mature adult, the obvious thing to do is SHOW HER how much he’s yours.

You huffed, walking next to Gwen as Hobie and this mystery boy chatted. We were all going to Miguel’s office, so of course, you were in a bit of a mood. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to see your man, but after hearing what Gwen did… you already know Miguel’s going to have a fit.

You almost groaned at the thought, knowing how dramatic he gets. You wished you didn’t go up to Jessica when you saw her talking to the group you’re now with.

“Hey Jess, what’s going on?” You swung down from a pillar, your long braids flying behind you as you fell. “Ahh Y/N, perfect! We were just about to ask someone to go with these KIDS to go see Miguel.” You hummed and observed them, missing the way Jess gave Gwen a MEAN side eye. It was Gwen, Hobie, and some cute boy who looked like he was trying to study you.

“I guess I’ll go.. wait are they gonna get him ma-“ Jess cuts you off with a push towards them and says, “GREAT! See you later, love ya!”

Damn, you thought. I’m gonna get her back for this shit.

“So.. where are you from?” You turn your head to see the boy had been talking to you. With a raised eyebrow you said, “New Jersey (u can obv put yours)..” He raised his eyebrows in surprise..? Maybe he was intrigued? You didn’t know, and you weren’t planning on asking.

Instead, you asked him the simple, “what’s your name again?” He smiled happily and said, “Miles. Miles Morales.” He reminded you of a baby, making you smile back at him. “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you,” you stuck your hand out and he shook it. “Where are you from Miles?”

He smiles and says, “Brooklyn” making you nod and smile back. In the corner of your eye you swore you saw Gwen eyeing you, but you didn’t care enough to pay attention. You left Miles and moved backwards to walk with Hobie, one of your closest friends in the Spider Society.

“What do you think of him?” referring to Miles. He scoffed in amusement and said, “he’s alright.. has a baby face don’t y’think?” You laughed and said, “Okay well you look like a grown ass man so that’s not really fair.”

He hummed in agreement before throwing an arm over your shoulder as you finally got to Miguel’s office. We all VERY impatiently waited as Miguel’s weird desk thing moved down to our level, before Miles tried saying hello.

Hobie and you already moved, you leaning on a wall tiredly, while Hobie sat on a small ledge. You watched as Miguel rudely took Miles’ empanada and say something in Spanish.

You had no clue what he just said, but damn did it sound good, you were basically drooling. While fantasizing about your man that you actually hadn’t seen in a while, his eyes went to you as well.

He didn’t say anything, just sent you a look that was saying ‘Hi I missed you’ in your own language (at least that’s what you prefer to believe). You sent him a wink back before he rolled his eyes and turned back to yelling at a child.

You zoned out for pretty much all of it, eventually laying on a table with Hobie because of how tired you were. Once you noticed Miguel was done being upset, he “dismissed” everyone. You put a hand on Miles’ shoulder and sent a smile before muttering, “don’t worry kid, he’s not really upset at you, he’s just VERY angry and… dramatic. He’ll hear you out soon enough.”

He nodded and sent a smile back before he walked out of the room and you went to Miguel. He had already sat down, over his desk as he put his hand on his forehead, groaning.

You sighed and put your hands on his back, rubbing his shoulders. He groaned again but it was more whiny, making you smirk softly. You were going to talk until you heard someone walk in, making both of your heads turn.

“Hey, you’re Miguel O’Hara right?” A girl walked in, her blonde hair bouncing with her steps. She’s new, you thought. You glanced over at Miguel, stepping away from him as he stood. He nodded while looking down at her.

“I’m new, my name’s Alyssa~” *Alyssa* purred, her eyes scanning him. You rolled your eyes, realizing this girl didn’t even acknowledge you. It was quiet for a few moments before you decided, why not introduce myself.

You walked up next to Miguel, putting a hand on his arm and smiling sweetly, “Hey, I’m Y/N, it’s so nice to meet you.” She smiled back, squinting her eyes towards you. “Oh hey! So are you Miguel’s.. cleaner?” She spoke, letting out a short laugh.

You hummed, “Yea no.. that’s your job hun. I’m actually one of the best in this operation. Maybe I can teach you, seeing as you don’t look like you’re very.. skilled in this job.” You both smile sickly at each other, while poor Miguel glances between the two of you.

He clears his throat before speaking, “uhm.. w- well if that’s all then uh-“ Alyssa jumps up, “oh yea of course! I’ll see you around, bye Miguel~!” She walks out leaving your ears buzz from how quiet it is now.

“..well she was fuckin’ annoying.”

You thought that was it to be honest. You had prayed to be honest, ‘God… please don’t let me have to hurt a bitch.’ But no, she just had to keep digging herself into a deep hole.

It started with very very short talks between Miguel and her (really just her yapping and him not paying attention), but then it turned into her following him around like a damn puppy. It got so annoying, even Peter, who is the nicest man you know, was starting to get pissed off.

It was quite sad really, knowing that while she was looking up at Miguel with those eerily big eyes, he was scanning crowds, looking for you.

The worst part about this was that every time these little events would happen, you’d be out on a mission. Now you knew damn well that this poor girl wasn’t trying to steal your man, right?

You knew simply telling her to back off wouldn’t do, so you made the perfect plan.

It was one day where you had a mission, so you already knew Alyssa would try some shit with Miguel.

Little did she know, you had finished your mission in literally a matter of seconds (the spider gods blessed you with a TURTLE villain😭), so you’d still be able to go through with what you had planned.

Everyone knows Alyssa loves getting Miguel when he’s alone, so she’d go to his office at a certain time every single day.

But today, instead of walking in a “lonely” Miguel, she’ll walk in on him moaning for the one he truly loves.

Now, others might think this is crazy or gross for letting yourself get walked in on… but a bitch needs to learn her place eventually!

After a few minutes, you spotted your pretty boy and walked up to him, “Miguel can you come with me for a sec?” You softly grabbed Miguel’s forearm, making him look at you.

At first he raised an eyebrow in confusion, but once you batted your eyelashes and gave him one of his favorite looks, he quickly nodded and said, “yea yea let’s go.”

“What’d you need me for mami?” He spoke as we walked into his office and towards gis chair. You softly pushed him to sit down before straddling his waist.

“I need you Miguel” you said as you left soft kisses on his neck. He sighs and lulls his head to the side, relishing in the feel of your soft lips against his body.

You started off by giving Miguel little kisses, but it quickly turned into bites after hearing his yummy whimpers.

We both knew he needed more, so you leaned back up, capturing him in a deep kiss.

Miguel quietly moaned into the kiss, clearly turned on at the thought of you taking control.

You, in fact, had been so lost in the kiss that you started grinding against Miguel’s hard cock. This made him break the kiss with a gasp, his hands quickly gripping onto your hips.

Your hand went to the back of his neck, caressing him softly as you rocked your hips against his.

You had barely even starts and poor Miguel was already so worked up. “Mm you’re so needy today baby,” you purred, trying to spur him on even more.

As a result, Miguel whined and bucked his hips up against yours, “ngh- haven’t felt you in so long!”

You hummed and slowed your grinding, leaning down to his ear and softly nibbling on it.

His groan made you giggle before kissed down his neck and to the top of his suit, “you wanna take this off for me?”

You looked up at him and he quickly used his watch, the suit he once had on, completely forgotten of.

Your eyes scanned him over, biting your lip as you do so. It’s just something about a big, handsome man being all submissive and whiny for *you* (it just does it for you).

You kissed your way down his chest, slowly sliding off his big thighs, just to rest between them.

You looked up at him as your hand goes to wrap around the base of his cock, your tongue slowly twirling around the tip.

Miguel was quick to moan, throwing his head back while his hand goes to grip your free one.

You quickly get to work, instantly deepthroating him, and for some reason you just don’t care if you gag or not, you just want him to cum.

He responds with loud moans and whimpers, his hips moving to the rhythm of your head bobbing up and down on his dick.

As you kept your steady pace, Miguel’s free hand goes to your braids (that he absolutely LOVES btw), and grabs a handful, starting to conduct your head at the right pace for him.

Of course, you started gagging, but it felt so good for some reason, so you gave a hum of approval, making his hips buck up into your throat again.

Miguel’s fast pace never faltered, and you could tell he was getting close with the frequent moans of your name, and the unsteady rise of his hips.

You were fully prepared to have your mouth filled with his cum, but instead, he pulls you off him.

You were going to question why, but he beat you to it saying, “wanna cum in your pretty pussy mama.”

You nodded, panting softly before taking your suit off as well.

He quickly grabs you, grabbing his cock to rub it in between your folds, before pushing in.

You moaned loudly, your head lulling forward to rest on his shoulder as Miguel continues to push into you.

Once he gets to the base, he waits for my approval, which is given when I move my hips and say, “p-please Miguel, do something! I need you.”

Miguel groans and starts fucking into you saying, “I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

You respond with a loud moan as Miguel’s thrusting speeds up, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot perfectly everytime.

His rough thrusts and loud groans never faltered, not even when your spidey senses went off, hearing someone’s soft footsteps making there way to the room.

You knew it was Alyssa, and you smirked widely, making sure to clench your pussy tightly so that Miguel could moan louder.

As he fucked into you, your hand went up to grip his soft curls, him moaning and whining from your touch as you said, “whose pussy makes you feel this good baby? Who do you belong to?”

Miguel moans louder than before and quickly responds with, “oh f-fuck Y/N! Only you make me f-feel this good!”

You hummed happily, leaning forward to suck on Miguel’s neck and to arch your back more, wanting to give Miguel a view.

His response was his big hands on your ass, and even rougher thrusts.

You noticed the presence had left as quickly as it came, and you smiled knowing your plan had worked.

But, none of that seemed to matter anymore as you felt yourself get closer and closer to your orgasm.

You started whimpering and moaning, your thighs twitching as Miguel’s cock stretched you out.

“I’m gonna cum baby..” you said into Miguel’s ear.

“Me too.. c-cum with me!” He spoke in between pants, his thrusts somehow become faster and faster.

You had already thought you were done for, but once you felt one of his hands move to rub your clit, and watched as his lips wrapped around your nipple, then you knew you were done.

You moaned louder than before, his name falling from your lips over and over again like a prayer as your cum squirted out of you.

Your head fell forward onto his shoulder as he thrusted harshly into a few more times before cumming, his warm seed filling you up.

He dragged out his last moan, only soft pants following after.

You laid limp in his arms for a few moments, fucked out of your mind and just comfortable in this position with your future husband (he doesn’t know it yet).

“So.. as much as I loved this, why did you pick *here* to fuck me?” Miguel asked softly, his voice still a little scratchy.

You stayed quiet for a moment, giggling at the thought, “I needed Alyssa to know that you were taken.. so I made sure she saw us.”

He let out a chuckle, his pretty smile coming out as he leaned his head back against his chair.

He raised his head up again and said, “I love you,” while giving you soft kisses.

You hummed as your eyes fluttered closed a few times, saying, “I love you too.”

You were laying against his warm chest, loving the feel of his hands going to your waist before he slowly raised you up and back down again.

You picked your head back up and made eye contact with him, raising an eyebrow, “again?”

He nodded, biting his lip while his eyes raked over your naked body. You giggled and kissed him, this was the best plan ever.

[lingy910y]

Weekly Tag Wednesday

thanks @energievie, @mybrainismelted, @deedala & @mmmichyyy for the tags! 😁😌💖 these questions are long but fun

1. which character from any media would you like to have as a father? I KNOW i said i don't think ian and mick would be that good as parents but screw it, i want ian to be my dad 😌

2. if money, laws, time, and effort were no object, what animal would you want to have? i still wouldn’t bc i would like them to be free instead of living with me. even if it’s effortless there’s still a lot of responsibility that comes with taking care of another thing but if there was an ethical way, i want a teacup dog

3. what is your chinese takeout order? i eat chinese food on a daily basis so there’s so much i like but fried ramen or yaki udon (ik it’s japanese but chinese restaurants have them) and wonton. or shrimp rice rolls, i have them every saturday bc they’re my fav food

4. what’s your favorite emoji? 💀 in terms of most used. it’s the superior way to laugh

5. would you rather have a library, greenhouse, or home theater in your house? oooooh library

6. what childhood tv show do you think of the most fondly? my little pony 🦄 my little pony🦄 ahh ahh AHH AHH (i still like it)

7. what was your tumblr like when you first joined? bakudeku stuff and kinda cringey posts like "reblog if you don't want to have bad luck" and bad jokes

8. what clothing style do you love but don't feel compelled to replicate yourself? the cutesy kind like oversized sweaters and leg warmers

9. if you were plopped into a fictional world, which one would you know the layout of the best? genshin, even tho i did so bad on its geoguesser parody LOL

10. what is your favorite piece of art? the question didn't specify the type of art, so i'll say this person's fanart is up there: https://x.com/Tarokunnnn/status/1235139944525504513?s=20

11. do you have a water bottle? yes, it's coral-colored and insulated from zojirushi

12. what fanfic trope is a fanfic fave? ...cheating? if it's one half of the ship cheating on the other person with someone else. the fics aren't my fav bc it's ooc (most of the time) but like i've said before i like angsty drama lmao

13. do you carry a daily bag? what does it look like? what’s the weirdest thing in it? yeah my backpack that's preppy with pink and tan colors. weirdest things are post-its i still keep from compliments my classmates gave me on my english projects during gallery walks where we have to write down "glows and grows" for others (it's not weird but i had to write smth shh)

14. if you had to ship mickey with another gallagher, who would it be? lip is the least weird option bc debbie, carl, and liam have a way too big age gap with him and they look up to him. that leaves fiona but she's also a girl 😭 and i know i just said cheating is fun to read and it could just be an au but lickey makes me mad AKDJASF (no hate to the shippers) i'm thinking way too hard abt this let's just go with frank

15. what is a fanfic trope you didn’t expect to like and then very much did? historical aus :0c i said i don't really like aus but maybe it's cause i already like history

16. do you think s11 mickey can still carry s11 ian? yeah he's still buff as fuck

17. who got custody of the killing bat when they sold the house? they did not go through with selling the house <3 but if they do i see carl and mickey fighting for it LOL

tagging @heymrspatel, @softmick, @krystallouwho, @michellemisfit, @jademickian, @iansw0rld & @juliakayyy

[hhoneyribbons]

unwanted nail treatment :: ledger joker! X female reader: fluff with very small spice

A/N : that's the color of his nails by the way also I hope you all enjoy this little writing , I thought it was a cute idea so I pitched this together also I am taking request and for my tag list please comment or message me that you want to be added .. anyways please enjoy luv ya !!

summary : as you were laying out in the sun reading joker sneaks up on you and tickles you which you have a fit even more when his nails make a scratch in ur thigh ... which leads to a nail treatment which he so hates but shows off in the end so...let the games begin.

word count ; 898

{ also look at those claws - 

ur skin being kissed by the sun as you lay out on ur soft blanket that had patterns of florals and the edge sewed with glitter at the rim, you laid on your stomach the wind making ur white summer dress flow at ur knees as you whisper the words of the book your reading to yourself and write your thoughts or little flowers...

“ J “ watched you from his car as he arrives home and grins cheekily to himself walking like he was finding his prey in her vulnerable moment and he stood behind you listening to your whispers and he crouched down and attacked you with tickles and a clowny chuckle “ gotcha my little bunny, “ joker said into ur ear as you wiggle and gasp out for help

‘ Ahh!! NO no J !! StoP it “  you whined out in between laughs and he couldn't help but to give a clowny laugh himself “ aww did I scare my babydoll? “ he mocked in a baby voice and patted ur cheek

, you huffed and kicked ur feet and smacked at his chest  “ I hate u !! get off “ u grumbled out and he moved his face in closer

grinning mischievously “ mm I hate ya too doll, “ he said glaring darker at u planting a kiss on ur warm lips and stopping his tickling assault, you wiggled here and there but slowly stop and kiss him back blushing as you do so “ Jok!- mm” you hummed into the kiss as his hands move from ur waist to ur hips and he grips them

his overgrown nails digging into ur thighs  and you hiss loudly pulling from the kiss  “ ah hey that hurt j “ you sat up straight seeing small crescent moon nail marks on ur thigh as they bleed the smallest bit

Joker looked at the small marks and patted over them “ aw toots don't be a baby it's not that bad “ the joker said with a sassy eye roll and moved from u sitting up on the blanket

you huffed “ that's it I'm cutting those monsters things, “ you said getting up and marching into the house like the mature woman you are feeling joker on ur heels following you as you walk into the bathroom pulling out the nail clippers  you turned to joker and grab one of his hands “ come here, these need to go”

he glared pulling his hands back, “ no my hands are staying the way they are babydoll, I'm no preppy man “ joker grumbled out as you ranted about how he couldn't touch you anymore with those long nails and his comebacks flew with how you need my touch on and on ...

“ fine.. can I at least clean them up pretty pretty please j “  you begged with the cutest puppy eyes at him, he went quiet watching ur begs and grumble

“ only for you toots .. but no pink or else will have big punishments babydoll, “  he said in defeat as you smiled happily and kissed his cheek running to get ur nail supplies.

you came running back into the bathroom pulling him to the table and telling him to sit you sat in his lap and looked at his hands they were chapped and felt so rough to hold. you started with pushing his cuticles back and cleaning all the crust off

every now and then he'd give a grunt of annoyance and grumbles of are you almost done which who could blame him he was such a “busy” man

“ j stop moving I gotta paint them “ you huffed out and held at his arm so he would stop moving which only made his fussing worse.

you picked out some colors at times asking him if he liked it too which he would nod or give a glare of course even tho he was a grumpy cat he would sometimes grumble in ur ear .. “ that one toost, I like the glitter in it “ to which you would smile and nod happily.

you smudged it only a few times but finally, after 30 mins you finished his nails with a protecting coat of nail polish and moved back so he could see them         “ do you like em j...? “ you asked watching his reaction

his scars moved up into a grin “ there..ah nice doll, so many would-be jealous “ he grinned at you seeing your smile as u let out a soft giggle, and plants a kiss into ur hair  “ now my turn to do my girls “ he hummed and picked through the polishes for your nails

which was another 30 min session of fussing and grumbling but ended up into a happy funny moment which after the nail clean up you and j fell asleep on the couch...the next day he got ready for his “ business meeting “ getting dressed in his purple suit and heading out the door with a kiss to your cheeks

of course, at the meeting he showed off his nails done by his babydoll, he would talk with his hands n do hand movements that made the glitter shine, and now every time the nail polish would chip he'd be coming to you ...

T H E     E N D

[umbrellagoblin]

Plague Be Upon Ye, Son of God!

Hello!

This is basically a fanfic featuring two original characters tormenting one another. I was greatly inspired by @kwillow 's Ambroys, because he's simply the perfect dumpsterfire of an angelic bastard and I wanted to make my own little mage, Mortimer, bash heads with him. That's a story of how they met and how their relationship follows suit for, well, a while...

// CW: Grotesque displays of sickness and bodily harm, mental torture.

Ahh… No better sound in the world than a somber “Lecture over.” Especially after a long, grueling, and utterly boring day of kinda-studying. The (literal) golden boy spent all this time twirling his locks and snoozing the class away. It wasn’t all that boring, though; the occasional nudge from a groupmate, a mocking giggle of his own, and an incessant barrage of whispers occasionally broke the dignified silence… If one could call it such. 

A teacher’s monotone voice was interrupted with the occasional stammer. Awh, did he feel embarrassed even an angel refuses to grant him attention? How unfortunate it must be - to be this pathetic. That’s all there is to the pretty slacker’s mind right now. But at long last - it’s over.

Clearly, Ambroys DeLuxe is not interested in studying - in spite of keeping a high scoreboard. Nor is he too keen on socializing (and no, dragging the “impure” through mud doesn’t count). Yet in spite of walking alone, the plentiful classroom stares suggest he’s dipped his fingers into everyone’s life, somehow… Be it through charms, or the livid personality this preppy frat-boy is notorious for. Reveling in his own purity and perfection, it appears as if the slightest breeze could knock Ambroys off his high-horse. Lo and behold - it’s exactly what happens next:

February is still in full swing. One should expect it to get warmer, but alas - it has not. Roads are still covered in ice and snow, while the wind’s high speeds make the bits of exposed skin turn blue. A nasty, frigid, windy month it is - and the golden boy came ill-prepared.

“Rhnf… Why in Dad’s name did he invent winter?!” Ambroys hissed through gritted, clacking teeth and biting his lip. Tugging tighter on his scarf of pure-white silk did not save him from a frosty wind gust nearly knocking the delicate thing down. Immediately muttering an apology, Ambroys simply put his coat’s collar up, and went on his merry way to the pick-up spot. Shame it was on the other end of the campus alleyway…

A familiar figure sat on the bench nearby. Sulking, its round face buried in a big book. That made Ambroys stop in his tracks, forget about the frosty weather, then come on over and loom over the nerd in question. Said figure was Mortimer Killinger - Morty for short. Even though Ambroys and Morty were from entirely different faculties, their classes often matched. How Applied Alchemy and Theology of Evocation could be so similar is still a mystery to the two of them. And, judging by a sore look upward - Morty isn’t too happy about the golden boy’s presence. 

Amber eyes, thus, stared into eyes of pure gold. Keeping up the staring contest, Mortimer closed his book and let it rest on his lap. 

“Lord Ambroys Leriche Belrose Deluxe,” he said, “To what do I owe the pleasure of being graced with your attention?”

A gasp, and a press into his own luxury-laden chest followed suit: ”My oh my,” the golden boy cooed, “Simply Ambroys would have sufficed… Hello-hello!~ How do you know my full name, Killinger?”

“Uh, checked the enrollment ledger?” Morty said. Oh boy, he’s already getting tired of this…

What an awkward silence that was. The look of dismissal on Mortimer’s face remained quite contrary to the lively, toxically-positive mug of Ambroys. A few more moments of that and Morty would have left, but unfortunately - he still has manners and dignity.

“...Don’t you have places to be?” he asked.

“Mmn, not really,” Ambroys replied, “My chauffeur can wait, and isn’t the weather just lovely today?”

That’s it. Mortimer’s brows furrowed and he prepared to get up: “Not particularly, no. I’m not into smalltalk, Ambroys - stop beatin’ around the bush or get lost.”

That was the exact moment Ambroys’s expression shifted from a snooty nobleman’s smirk to haughty offense, instead. Almost turning away to the side and glaring down at the tired nerd. 

“I know what you are, Killinger,” Ambroys hissed, “You are a witch. Studying witchcraft. Dabbling in the arcane like it’s your business. Making deals with devils my tongue cannot turn to name! You should redeem yourself of this wretched pseudo-scientific heresy and-”

“Blah-blah-blah, you’re a sinner, blah-blah-blah, I’ll pray for you more… I’ve heard it all before,” Morty interrupted there and then. His eyes rolled back and his body oozed onto the bench. This goody-two-shoes really didn’t get the hint, so he’s as direct as it gets: “I know somethin’ about you, too, Ambroys. You run with Alpha Nu Omega - and I don’t want in. Thank you for the offer. Now please, move on.”

The angelic harassment did not end there, however. Another moment of awkward silence later, Ambroys walked up even closer. His amber eyes were laid on Morty’s grimoire. A cocky smirk turned into a mirth-filled smile:

“...In all fairness, witch - I need your services,” Ambroys murmured, “No - I need your goods. What’s this tome you have here?”

Mortimer only squinted at first. “What’s it to you, frat-boy?” He asked then, clutching it closer.

Ambroys’s hand reached for the book, as if politely asking for it: “I assume it’s a grimoire, right? I need it for research purposes. Ones which your devil-worshipping brain should not concern itself with!”

Although the tired mage was clasping the book tight, Ambroys still reached for it and took a firm grasp at its edge. His face haughty and demanding, the golden boy’s squint was supposed to make Morty intimidated, now: “...Well? Forfeit your grimoire to me! Come on then, chop-chop!”

“I don’t think you know how research works,” Mortimer hissed in response, “First of all - that’s not how you politely ask to share research material. Secondly, Ambroys - I don’t trust a word coming out of your mouth. And lastly - you could be in trouble for it! So it is you who must let-”

But it was pointless. All Ambroys did now is tug at the grimoire like a stubborn donkey. Mortimer refused to let go - for obvious reasons - and so, it only resulted in further confrontation:

“Just give me the damn book!”

“No! You can’t have it! It’s my personal diary!”

“Obey what an Angel tells you to do, Witch!”

“I am not going to! Let go, you jerk!”

“No! Give me the book!”

“No!”

“Let go!”

“You let go!”

“Fine!” - Ambroys barked, and, after giving the grimoire his harshest tug, suddenly stopped clutching at it. The resulting inertia flicked the book out of Mortimer’s arms, as well. It landed directly in a dirty snowpile - much to the witch’s horror. 

“Oh look, now neither of us can have it!” Ambroys gawked with faux-disappointment. Prepared to dash, it doesn’t seem like Mortimer’s ready to throw hands. No - he’s simply sitting here. Waiting, as his grimoire gets soaking-wet with both snow, and… The angel’s spit. 

Indeed, the golden boy was fuming - so fuming, in fact, it gave him enough courage to disrespect a witch even further. “Hp-Thoo! Why can’t you on the losing side just confess and obey the higher power, hm!” Ambroys babbled on - and Morty let him. Calmly rising from his bench, the witch’s delicate hands reached for the book again. Ink and spit with golden sparkles ran down the moist pages… And a beautiful diagram of elements ruined. 

Mortimer didn’t even listen to Ambroys anymore - he let him have his moment of victory. Cackling, the angelic frathouse jerk then went on his merry way, shuddering from the nasty wind in the midst of it. Some might consider it a moment of weakness - but alas, it was not. Au contraire - Mortimer’s plan had its cogs put in motion the moment Ambroys chose to spit on his prized possession:

The rest of the day went as usual; a smooth ride home from a handsome chauffeur, then - a fruit salad for dinner, a pack or two of IPAs, an excessive nightly routine, and lastly - a few litanies before bed. In spite of his lavish lifestyle, Ambroys still studied somewhat-diligently. He read and read, the rustling of pages mixing in with the golden candles’ crackling. In the midst of it, prayers and mutters mingled together with belches and guttural huffs. They were oozing past the golden boy’s lips thanks to all that liquid creativity. Minutes of doing actual work felt like hours, draining Ambroys of his life forces… 

“Hhh… To Sheol with that,” the paladin said, and the reading time was over. Still dressed in naught but a bathrobe and fuzzy slippers, he immediately went to bed. No point in staying up if there’s no house party to ruin. Ambroys  fell onto his grand resting palace of a bed, surrounded himself with cold blankets and pillows, then - drifted away immediately afterward. The golden steed’s rest was surprisingly-dreamless. Nothing of note - only some mediocre silence and a lingering sense of boredom. Suddenly - a spark of familiar voice, a giggle, rumbled somewhere deep inside his head. Ambroys felt that in his skull. And so, he woke up in cold sweat… Unable to move, or speak. Only watch and feel as his body was getting coated in something slimy and itchy. 

Ambroys then let a strained moan ooze past his clasped, dry lips. Nothing worked - he thought of the litanies and prayers beforehand, reciting them in panic. No matter how hard he tried to lift his arm or leg up - it felt heavier than lead, and this strange, itching sensation soon turned to burning. As it progressed further upward, Ambroys could finally tense his calves up and move his legs around. Though it wouldn’t help him, regardless - as the small, black, bubonic blisters forming all across his delicate frame made it painful to even shift in bed. Still, moaning and straining, the golden boy turned to his side and tried to slide off the bed, to try and get help, somehow! Reach for his books, or something… But as soon as his hand lifted and tried to grab at the book of litanies, it burst into flames. 

Already frightened beyond any common sense, Ambroys gurgled out a whelpish whine. He crawled back onto the bed and tried to wrap himself into a blanket - it was too painful to handle. And then, it finally clicked in the golden boy’s mind; he was being cursed. The strange and sudden malady already seeped past the skin and muscle, making his stomach twist and turn, while his lungs were squeezed by constant, agonizing pressure. Ambroys couldn’t take a breath of fresh air, hungrily swallowing and gasping to no avail. It felt like he was burning without flames, drowning without water. Left entirely helpless, with all his cockiness withering away alongside his powers. 

Some form of relief came when the blisters stopped appearing altogether. Those that were already there threatened to pop at any moment, though. Ambroys shakily lifted himself up from the bed, and looked down onto it with great horror; it was drenched in dark pus. The disgraced paladin rushed himself to the bathroom, stumbling and itching at his face and shoulders. His robe was an equal mess, but he couldn’t ditch it altogether - that’d be quite indecent. What he saw in the mirror was even more horrifying: 

Bloodshot eyes with missing color glared at their own reflection. A body coated in scars and popped blisters looked disfigured beyond recognition. And in fact, the golden boy’s face and mane lacked color altogether. As if something drained him of life, itself. Something malicious, bloodthirsty, already feasting on his body, mind, and soul, like… A bat. It flew past the open window and right into the common bathroom, squeaking and slapping its wings against the terrified paladin. Yearning for a good scream, Ambroys still found himself unable to. So a pathetically-quiet yelp that was. 

“Ffffollow! Ffffollow!” - the bat hissed at Ambroys, letting him be and slowly flying away, through the window. Blindsighted by fear and agony, the paladin in training stumbled his way downstairs, clutching his stomach and drooling onto the floor. The sight was… Amusing, to the flatmates at least, so their loud chuckling signified an even further downfall of Ambroys DeLuxe; his reputation would be ruined after this! But now it wasn’t important. Now - it was necessary to just, survive. There were no quips or hisses from Ambroys, himself, as he dashed through the front door and spotted the bat under the streetlight. Little did he know his way would be long, draining, and laced with agony. 

Surely magic must be at stake. Ambroys could feel the malady moving down from his lungs to his pancreas, and then - vice versa. He felt sick, drained, exhausted. Minutes of walking and stumbling felt like hours. Soon enough, concrete was replaced with bricks, bricks - with dirt, dirt - with podzol. The bat led him deep into the grove nextblock, off the known trail and into its heart. 

Without any footwear, the sticks and leaves and whatever else the students threw on the ground dug into Ambroys’s heels, causing him to gurgle. That’s right - gurgle. The curse imposed on him caused his lungs and stomach to flare up with the same dark pus, which tasted of vinegar and gall. Drool turned that same, sickly dark-green, as he spewed it down and contorted in awful cramps… But not long after Ambroys felt like he won’t make it - he saw a campfire nearby and rushed straight to it - only to find the worst possible host:

Mortimer Killinger summoned the bat to his sleeve with a click of his fingers. Dressed according to the weather, the coat of hide he adorned was encrusted with silver weaves and ruby buttons - shaped like cats, because apparently witches love cats. As the soft, delicate hands unleashed their claws - the gloves of black cowhide simply let them slide through designated pockets. High-heeled boots tap-tapped against the ground in evident disinterest, as the golden pony finally had the courtesy to show up. The witch’s burning charcoals for eyes looked Ambroys over. Well - he is late, but he at least looks delightfully-pathetic in contrast. Hence - Mortimer smirked, and reached for the side of a log he sat on, right as Ambroys felt his limbs lock in place once again.

There’s a cauldron resting atop the campfire. Two logs by either of its sides were occupied by Mortimer’s buttocks and Ambroys’s legs. There also rested a puppet, right next to the malicious witch. While woven out of hay and pebbles - it had a particular strand of golden-blond locks streaming down from its creepy smiling head. Most importantly - it was coated and soaked in the bubbling concoction from within this big pit of wrought iron. Now the golden boy knew exactly where the malady came from; Killinger dragged the little thing across the cauldron again, letting it absorb the noxious fumes and knock the paladin back to the ground.

Ambroys collapsed and writhed in agony, soaking himself in forest mud as Mortimer sat there, silently. 

“...Ah. So it works more potently than originally expected,” he spoke at last, “Given the circumstances, I can’t blame you for arriving so late. My messenger tried their best to find a good route. But you must understand - my work demands a degree of secrecy.”

The golden boy looked up as the warlock mused. His sparkling eyes are full of rage and pain. Shakily, Amroys tried getting up, grumbling: “I knew it, y-you damned witch… I knew you’re a dirty, filthy servant of some low-end imp. You’re disgusting! Heaven will not pardon yor-gh- GHRGHL?!”

Suddenly - the disgraced paladin choked on his own words. As well as muddy water, which outpoured from his gaping maw and coated his skin in more blisters. Mortimer lowered the puppet’s head into the cauldron. That, in turn, caused Ambroys to slowly suffocate and cook. He stood there, petrified, helpless against the circumstances. Nothing could compare in degrees of terrifying as this. The witch held him like so for a few seconds more, then yanked the puppet out of the concoction and gripped it even tighter. And while Ambroys still couldn’t move - he felt his lungs, his innards, being squeezed at with powerful, invisible claws. 

“I don’t like it when I’m being yelled at,” Mortimer added, “Raise your voice again and I’ll ensure your cosmetic changes are permanent. Is that clear?”

Ambroys was beyond-terrified. Whimpering like a beat dog, he had no choice but to quiet down and nod - much to the witch’s relief. As the bat flew away altogether, the black cat rose and stepped forward - perhaps just to look at an angel up close. Long, wavy brown hair covered most of his face, save for the eyes and the upturned lips showing off one menacing scowl of a grin. The tense silence is broken by water boiling and fire crackling, with Morty making a full circle around the horrified paladin. 

And now, the witch is… Bored. So he casually relieves his grip on the puppet and pokes it right in the stomach. “Doesn’t mean you’ve got to be entirely quiet, though,” Mortimer said. 

Ambroys obliged, huffing and trembling and taking a few steps back: “Oh God, oh GOD! Whatever you want, I can give you, o-okay? Money, jewelry, books, prayers, gossip- Anything. All I ask of you is to not let me perish, pghn- Please don’t kill me!”

To that, Mortimer only raised his brow and chuckled. “Oh no, no,” he said, “There is no point in outright killing you, Monsieur DeLuxe… Even though there are plenty of reasons for me to do so.” The witch’s tone changed drastically, as he started circling around the petrified paladin and let his claws run loose against his bathrobe.

“For one, you’ve shown gross disrespect to my family and craft. Furthermore, you actively sought to ruin my grimoire and doom my research with it, thus causing me more harm than your blade ever could. Hmm…” 

Ambroys only stammered and whined in return: “L-Look, uhm- Mortimer, right? Right, um- I know I did a bad, BAD thing, but I really can offer a lot in exchange for you not, heh-heh, doing that- No, seriously, please don’t end me like that, I erm- I really prefer to live-”

“I know you do,” Mort interrupted, “But… I struggle to find purpose in you being around, you know? You’re quite the tattle-tale, you’re vain, you’re a fucking idiot. Hm, but you’re popular, so I guess some will miss you. So there’s one argument against your untimely demise…”

As the golden boy stood there, quivering and sobbing, Mortimer casually pulled the robe’s wrists up. What he found was surprising: Scars. Loads of them, dozens. Big or small, wide or narrow, covered the paladin’s arms up to his elbows. And no, these weren’t battle-scars - he was either cutting himself, or someone else did. And then - a clue; a few small, red dots along the veins. Needles, they must be! Mortimer smirked, and leaned in to give those cuts a teasing few licks… Much to the cringing and huffing of the disgraced paladin.

“...Ah. So you’ve already been claimed, then?” Mortimer muttered, a low purr of a growl oozing out of his lungs. 

“Claimed?” Ambroys asked, shocked, “What do you mean by that?! I am my own person, you nerd!”

“Oh no, I feel someone else’s presence here,” Mort then poked Ambroys in the wrist, “...Someone potent, no less. Your body is not of your own, Ambroys DeLuxe! You’re used as some rich mage’s gilded blood bank! Haw-haw-haw!”

The black cat of a witch couldn’t help but laugh in the golden boy’s face. Clutching at his prominent belly, the young wizard took his seat back on the log and tossed the voodoo doll out altogether. Ambroys was freed immediately therafter, and collapsed on the ground right in front of the campfire. 

“You know what? Yeah, I think you’re worth more keeping alive,” the witch said, “You’re at least entertaining, and you could be of good use to me.”

“Oh, of course. I’m a dignified paladin, after all,” Ambroys replied, rolling his eyes. 

Mortimer offered Ambroys some warm “broth” from the cauldron, but the golden boy’s still proud enough to openly refuse it. And furthermore, the complains returned immediately after the witch offered a modicum of hospitality: 

“...Look, i-it’s very cold, I’m about to freeze. Can’t I just…Go home? I told you I’m-”

“No.”

“But I said I’m sorry!-”

“No. Sit upright, and warm up by the campfire. I am not done with you.”

“Who are you to-”

“I literally have a cursed doll of you in my hands’ vicinity. So shut up and listen to me, DeLuxe…”

Mortimer paused, for a time. His quiet mutterings made Ambroys all the more concerned. He could take his chances and pray to the Lord, then run. But that’d only mean he’d meet a fate worse than death - and there are loads of those, no doubt. So in spite of the cold, the terror, and the utterly humiliating defeat at the hands of some nerd - the disgraced paladin waited, with some degree of patience. 

Then, at last, the witch broke his silence: “...Well. Since your body is already used by someone else, for whatever reason, I don’t wanna know, your mind could still serve some purpose to me. As reparations for damaging my grimoire.”

“My mind?! You’re not going to teach me your satanic rituals, right?!” Ambroys inquired, raising his voice once more. He soon corrected himself and fell quiet: “...I’ve no idea about any of your customs. I just know they are that of malice and wrongdoings against God!”

“And that’s where you’re wrong,” the witch mused, “Poor you - all you know is hedonism and nepotism under your Lord’s guise. And thankfully stupid enough to lose a lock of hair! But ohh, tell me, isn’t being vain and rich also quite sinful?”

Ambroys crossed his arms and pouted: “It is different for our kind. For me. I deserve all of this bliss, I fell from Heav’n itself.”

“Ah, but of course - it always is different, after all,” Mortimer replied, “Maybe I should teach you some of the things I know of how the world works… Well anyway. No, you won’t corrupt your puny little soul for my sake. What I want to know, are the customs, traditions, and culture of you Angels.”

Woah now. That was a surprise like no other. The golden boy raised his brow and leaned forward, to give Mortimer a closer look: “...Customs? Traditions? So you want me, to tell you, about my lifestyle and trials? As retaliation?” Ambroys could not believe his ears, but… If this was true, it was the mildest reparation he could offer! Boring, but mild. “May I ask - why?”

“Because, Ambroys, my grimoire is not just spells and witchcraft,” Mort replied, “Unlike you - I have better goals than virgin maidens and common indulgences. I want to know a bit of everything about everyone, all at once - and since you’ve ruined my research on Halflings - you’d be a great, direct source about Angels… Aasimar… Whatever you call yourselves.”

Ambroys had to give it a bit of thought. Naturally, it’s an offer he can’t refuse - especially in the presence of a wizard, vulnerable and without protection. However, maybe… Just maybe. He could turn it around into mutual benefit. Finally letting his pearl-whites shine in a big smile, the deposed angel stretched his hand forward: “Fine! Whatever you ask of me, nerd - I will tell you. In full, macabre detail. First maiden to last, quiet litanies to loud prayers, and so on and so forth, yada-yada-yada. I specialize in smiting, though, so you best expect to travel on missions with me - IF you want the full experience, of course~”

Mort reached his hand forward, too. He shook hands with DeLuxe, and held it there: “Did not expect anything less than that,” he said, “Our faculties are so, very much alike. It’ll be easy for me to join you… And study a twat- I mean an angel’s, way of life~”

With that said, Ambroys felt a sudden sting on the back of his palm. Golden blood rushed out, droplets of it painted the noxious-green of the cauldron gold… Then crimson. Mortimer held onto Ambroys with both hands now, then grabbed the puppet from the back and held it taut. His eyes rolled into the back of his skull as he whispered in tongues. Terrified, the disgraced paladin tried to yank back - to no avail. A few seconds more of agony, and…

The wound is gone. “The contract is sealed,” Mortimer proclaimed - but not with his own voice. A guttural, low voice of something much bigger than him said so. His face contorting, it then returned to its accustomed, smug expression. “That’s… Actually about all I brought you here for, really,” Mortimer spoke in his “normal” voice, “Be there or be square when I call upon you, Ambroys DeLuxe. I think we’ll make a great team! IF you’ll stop being such a frat bro.”

“Sure, whatever - if you stop being a dork and a devil-worshiper, Killinger,” Ambroys grumbled dismissively. For a moment, his eyes pulled away into the side of the forest. Dawn was approaching. And, to his surprise - he could still move with Mort’s doll still in his hand. As he paid attention to it, Mortimer dropped it into the cauldron with a face full of malice. 

“No, wait!!!-” Ambroys yowled out… And then it suddenly faded to black. 

It’s not quite clear for how long he was gone. The golden boy woke up with a loud scream and a shudder… As well as a sore spine. He’s been laying on the cobble steps of the frat-house’s porch, for quite some time at that. Upon inspecting his own body, Ambroys found his robe to be clean and good as new. Furthermore, the blisters disappeared, the cut - healed, scarless, and the aches were gone. Was it… Even real? It couldn’t be. Huffing and stretching out in relief, the golden boy shakily got back onto his legs and loudly knocked on the door. 

Huey and Toby, the two oafs Ambroys had the (questionable) fortune of sharing the house with, were already up and dressed. 

“Ambroys? The fu-... Wow, man, you look like shit,” Toby said.

“Yeah, bro, you do,” Huey added. 

“Shut up, you three,” Ambroys replied, “And let me in! At once!”

The twins didn’t resist, their bright-green eyes sparkling like emeralds as they looked DeLuxe over, up and down. Ambroys stormed in, grumpy, and immediately went to the kitchen. He needed some well-deserved coffee… No, water. The poor boy’s throat feels like hell incarnate!

Ambroys yanked the plastic filter with grubby hands, still dressed in just a bathrobe and barefoot. The twins stared him down as he gulped the entire contents down. And as he couldn’t talk, they argued between each other: 

“Think he caught a bad trip, bro?”

“Looks like it. He had weed, didn’t he?”

“Yeah. Good weed, too.”

“And he never shares it with us!”

“He doesn’t, yeah. Can’t blame him, though.”

“That’s right, but the shortie at the door did!”

“Sure did, bro!”

“Wuh- Wait,” Ambroys stammered, terrified, “Which- Which shortie are you talking about?”

“Some shortie,” Toby said, “Said he knew ya and gave us a pack to rest up on. Gave us a letter an’ told us to give it to ya. Kinda weird, but friendly. Must be fun at parties.”

Ambroys’s heart sank down to his stomach: “...Well do you still have that letter?”

Huey nodded, and fished it out of his pale-pink polo shirt. He handed it to Ambroys just as silently. Panicking and flustered, Ambroys was in no mood to talk. The twins left him alone, chuckling. And boy what a letter it was to wake up to!

A crimson envelope, with a black rubber stamp on it. A cat blacker than the rubber of the stamp glared directly at the paladin in training. It invited him to open it, and see what was inside. Within, of course, was a small note, with a golden fingerprint and very recognizable handwriting. To Ambroys’s horror, it read: 

“Welcome to the Killinger Organization, Amby! Last night was fun, but it won’t happen again - unless you fail, and you OBVIOUSLY won’t. Your blood’s actually quite “cool” in properties, so I’ll examine it more during my spare time. You don’t mind, right? Anyway - fancy seeing you in college today. You’ve lots to tell, or else your tongue may dry out just a little bit prematurely. We meet at noon - and don’t be late! I will be waiting~

Mortimer Ollivander Killinger, Baron of the Killjoy Estate.”

Some friends Ambroys has the luck of finding. Christ Almighty… FIN.

[gleekto]

Fic: Crush Into Me (7/?)

Summary:  Third year NYADA student, Kurt, returns to Lima for an internship coaching the Glee club. The leather jacket and eyebrow ring-clad senior, Blaine, thinks he’s cute.

slightly older teacher-ish!Kurt/ badboy!Blaine

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six

Day Seven (Blaine) (word: rhythm):

The next week Blaine waits outside the choir room for the Glee club to let out. Santana usually comes to meet him after Glee under the bleachers but it’s cold out today so he’ll just wait inside. Even though he’s pretty sure Santana left at lunch time for a dentist appointment.

“Oh! Hey Blaine,” Mercedes exits the choir room, surprised at the unexpected guest. “Have you changed your mind and decided to grace us with your presence at Glee this year? We could use another tenor, you know. But I’m afraid rehearsal is over for the day.”

“Thanks Mercedes, but no. Just waiting for Santana.”

“Oh Santana’s not here. She left for an appointment,” Kurt says as he follows Mercedes out.

“Damn,” Blaine shakes his head and looks at Kurt. “Guess I forgot.” He starts to walk down the hall in step with him. “Now there’s no one to tell me this week’s assignment. To practice in my shower, of course. I did kind of nail ‘Crush’, right?” He smiles playfully at Kurt. He may be laying it on a bit thick but he’s sure he saw Kurt staring with surprised approval when he sang with Puck. And he wants Kurt to see that he’s not just some flunking kid with a bad attitude. He may look good in leather but he’s acing math and he can sing. Which is no doubt important to a third year NYADA student. 

Kurt smiles but bites his lip quickly almost to stop himself. “You certainly can sing, Blaine. But the whole thinking you’re too cool for the Glee club vibe isn’t going to impress Mercedes and me. We are literally here to run the Glee club, remember?”

“I don’t think I’m too cool for the Glee club,” Blaine is genuinely surprised. He doesn’t.

“‘Not really my scene,’” Kurt quotes him back to himself as Blaine follows him into the parking lot of the school. 

Blaine knows how he can sound. He sounds that way on purpose. There’s a rhythm to his demeanor - cool, aloof. Laying low and has no time for all this school spirit stuff. But that was the deal with his parents. And to keep a low profile he has to at least have an aura of mystique to him - the alternative as the quiet earnest kid in preppy clothes would be social suicide. And likely have the opposite effect.  Bully target guaranteed. “Yeah, well. I had to transfer schools in my senior year. And part of the deal was to stay out of trouble.”

“Because Glee club leads to a life of petty crime?” Kurt’s not quite getting it. “Or failing grades?”

“Or a slushie in the face?” 

Kurt stops in his tracks, looking questioningly at Blaine and finally nods. “Ahh I see. But with all that attitude you look like you had to transfer because you threw the slushies.”

“Ha!” Blaine shakes his head. “Definitely not. My parents made me transfer, not the school, when the resident bullies decided they had enough of the out gay kid.” Blaine looks down. Vulnerability is way harder than bravado. Then he feels a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Blaine. Honestly. If it helps, no slushies for being gay in the choir room. I helped make sure of that.” Kurt knocks gently into his side. It’s nice.  “Worst consequence in Glee is having to sit through a singer with mediocre rhythm or who just can’t harmonize. And your look at least makes you seem like you could kick any bully’s ass, by the way. Even if it’s not true.” Blaine will take that compliment.

“Oh I can,” Blaine says flatly, bravado slightly back. But he’s smiling. “I took up boxing. You can come watch me spar one day.” 

Kurt rolls his eyes but Blaine sees affection this time. It’s progress. “How about you join the Glee club instead?”

“How about we meet for coffee at the Lima Bean and you can tell me about  the Glee club and coming out in sophomore year at McKinley and all that,” Blaine continues before Kurt can react. “Santana told me.”

“Thanks Mr. Schue,” Kurt sighs. “I guess my life history is common Glee club knowledge now.” Kurt pauses and crosses his arms. He seems to be searching Blaine’s face for something. He’s leaning on a car that Blaine assumes is his and that he is about to make his exit in. “Look Blaine,  I remember being out in high school and alone. If you want a friend to share the McKinley history of triumphs and tribulations, let’s do coffee.”

“I do, want a friend,” Blaine repeats, a bit giddy. “And a coffee.”

“Yes,” Kurt looks at Blaine meaningfully. “A friend. Because Blaine?” Blaine bites his lip to keep from smiling too widely. “This week’s Glee club theme is,” Kurt looks at him pointedly. “Unrequited.”

[zukkoxx]

mha boys realizing they’re in love pt.1

w/ deku, bakugo

tw⚠️ insecurities!, self doubt!

deku 🥦

izuku knew he loved you since you guys started dating.

he had liked you for a long time, and when you finally got together in your last year of UA, he couldn’t have been happier.

he planned on living the rest of his life with you. and would go through any feats to make it possible.

so when you started to feel doubts about your relationship? that was a wake up call for him.

you had just finished training, all sweaty and tired, walking back to your dorm with a towel around your neck.

you scrolled through your phone mindlessly, and just happened to come across a twitter post about your boyfriend, deku, who had just taken down one of the villains that’s been on the run for months.

you smiled. you were so proud of him. already achieving his dream in becoming one of the greatest heroes. and getting the recognition he finally deserved.

you made it your your dorm, slumping on your bed as you read some of the comments.

woah this guy is still attending UA!? he’ll be a great hero for sure

there’s no one like him!

deku strikes again! what a stud😍

you laughed at some, grimaced at others that claimed the mission was too easy for him. but one particular comment had you freezing in your spot.

is he single? i won’t hesitate to run to the scene and give him my hand in marriage right now!

you knew it was a fun, lighthearted comment. but you clicked the the commenters page and instantly noticed how beautiful as preppy she was.

she was also a big deku fan...probably had more merch than you.

you sighed and threw your phone across the bed.

for the past few weeks, you had been thinking about how different you and izuku were in terms of success.

you were both in your last year of high school, and he had already done so much.

worked on so many cases with pro heroes and went through successful missions all the time. he was destined to become the greatest hero.

and you?

well, you’ve never even caught a villain.

sure you’ve helped out on low grade missions for the hero you interned under, but you had never been publicly praised like izuku. you never stood out.

you had trouble believing you’d become a hero at all.

you always wondered, wouldn’t izuku be better off with someone that could keep up with him? who wouldn’t hold him back. someone who he wouldn’t leave in the dust when he excelled in the future.

he deserved someone better.

your thoughts were cut off when your dorm door brushed open, revealing no other than the man himself.

izuku walked into your room with worried eyes and seemed out of breath.

“y/n? ive texted and called a bunch of times. why haven’t you answered?” he asked, and you subtly turned to your phone that you discarded on the other half of the bed.

“my ringer was off. sorry izu.” you tired to give him a smile as he sat next to you on your bed. “i saw an article about your mission today. you were amazing!” you complimented.

“ahh you give me too much credit. i couldn’t have dont anything with the pro heroes and other people helping.”

“still, you’re a great hero. i wish i was like that.” you chuckle dryly, past insecurities already pushing forward again.

“what!? you’re a great hero y/n!” izuku exclaimed.

“i’ve barely done anything izuku. i don’t know how you put up with me. i should be able to help you on your missions, but i’m stuck in the same position i have been in. i don’t know when i’ll improve.”

you didn’t mean to sound so pathetic, but you had been feeling this way for so long. it was all just spilling out now.

and izuku? he literally stopped breathing when he heard what you were saying about yourself. “you deserve someone that will be able to keep up with you. what will people think when they find out the amazing deku is dating a weak, incapable, good for nothing-”

“don’t say one more word y/n.” izuku cuts you off, and you look up to meet his eyes piercing yours.

they were dark, nothing like their usual gleaming glow that shined when he looked at you.

there was no sign of amusement on any of his features. just dead seriousness

“what the hell are you talking about y/n?” he asks, but doesn’t give you a chance to respond. “you’re one of the most courageous, brave, intelligent, capable people i know! where is all of this coming from?”

“i’ve been thinking about it for a while. it’s just you’re so...amazing and i’m so...” you knew anything you could have said after that would make him even more angry. it was nothing positive.

god he probably hated you for being so insecure.

“you’re you, y/n.” izuku says softly. “you’re you and you’re who i love. i don’t care about what i do, what you do, who says what! i love you for you!”

izuku looks at you with so much love and compassion. you stared into his eyes, wondering what was gong on in his head.

well? at the moment he despised himself for letting you feel this way.

you were his whole world! the person who supported you in everything he did and he would support you in the same way! he couldn’t understand why you were feeling this way when he was literally...in love with you.

he loved you yeah of course, but hearing the way you were speaking about yourself, and how you had doubts about your relationship made his heart physically hurt. he was absolutely and unconditionally in love with you and wouldn’t be able to see himself with anyone else.

and he needed you to hear it.

“y/n you’re my everything! i’m so in love with you, no amount of fame or recognition could make me even think about leaving you!” izuku said urgently, and he finally calmed down when he saw a slight smile reach your lips.

a real one this time.

the conversation continued, and izuku promised to let you learn and remember how in love he was with you until it was the last thing he’d do.

bakugo 💥

bakugo would never pursue anyone unless he definitely knew he loved them.

so of course he never asked you out when he couldn’t differentiate if what he felt for you was love, or if it was a stupid little crush.

he didn’t like thinking about his feelings, especially the irrelevant ones.

he was trying to become the number one hero. who needed time for love anyways?

so he ignored his “feelings” for you, not allowing them to confuse him any longer.

it wasn’t until a few months into his third year when bakugo got the worst news of his life.

you were on a mission. an important one that had you absent from school for weeks.

bakugo was worried.

he’d text you every few days, asking what was going on and how things were and you’d always respond with “it’s fine.” or “we’re hanging in there.”

he assumed it was a pretty difficult mission, but nothing you couldn’t handle.

you were strong

so when he heard from a certain icy-hot that you were in the hospital in critical condition after completing the mission, he forgot about everything and ran straight to you.

ignoring aizawa’s calls, he almost blasted himself out of UA and checked every hospital for you, considering he didn’t even ask todoroki which one you were in before he left.

when he finally reached the hospital holding you, he sprinted to your room.

he found you hooked up to a bunch of wires and tests.

you looked peaceful, sleeping while the heart monitor beeped beside you.

but you looked horrible. bloody bandages covered almost every limb, and your body was covered in bruises.

bakugo’s heart dropped to his stomach. he couldn’t stand seeing you like this.

why does his feelings have to be 100x more noticeable when your tragically hurt!?

he sat down on the empty chair beside the hospital bed, wondering why no one else was visiting at this time.

he stared at you, something he couldn’t get off of his mind lately.

“why do you make me feel things, dumbass?” he asked, waiting for a response. “i never skip class! you just had to get hurt and make me skip the test review.” he rolled his eyes, but his face softened as he looked at you, still sleeping.

“i’ll help you study. you’ll probably fail without going over what we learned.”

.....

“would you wake up, you shitty woman!” he yelled, gripping the side of your bed “this is scary, you know?”

.....

“i should’ve called you today, i just assumed you’d be too busy to talk. if you told me you were in trouble, i’d blast my ass to wherever you were in a heartbeat.” bakugo said, feeling his actual heart skip a beat when you still didn’t respond. 

“please wake up...”

after about an hour of waiting, your other classmates came in, checking on your condition.

you still hadn’t woken up, but your vitals were better and your breath were more steady.

by the time night fell, everyone left; except for bakugo

he was just starting to fall asleep when he felt she. he heard you stir in the hospital bed.

his head shot up, quickly turning to face you as he saw you blinking you eyes slowly.

“y/n!” he yelled a little louder than anticipated, making you shoot awake and look at him.

you blinked a few more times before realizing who you were looking at. “katsuki!?” you asked, trying to sit up, but feeling a sharp pain in your side.

“hey! don’t move dumbass. are you okay? do you remember anything?” he frantically asked.

“umm...i’m fine?” you said, sounding like you were trying to convince yourself. “why are you here?”

“why am i here? you were admitted into the hospital in critical condition!”

“i-i’m sorry, everything’s a bit fuzzy right now.” you say softly, putting a hand on your forehead and tryin got remember everything.

bakugo softened, and waited until you got yourself together. “how long have you been here?” you ask

“since this morning.”

“this morning!? katsuki what about school? do your parents even know you’re here?”

“why the hell are you worried about me? you’re the one hooked up to all these machines and can barely move!” bakugo yelled, trying to understand why you were so focused on him being there with you.

“i just never thought you’d be the one to go out of your way to check on someone. let alone be here the whole day...” you whispered, suddenly feeling shy at the idea of bakugo keeping your sleeping body company for hours.

bakugo froze at your words.

he really wasn’t the type to go check on people for more than a few minutes. especially not one to skip school because of it.

maybe he did this because he felt a little more than what he thought he did.

maybe this wasn’t a stupid little crush? maybe it was something serious that he had just been blowing off.

when he heard about your condition, he just couldn’t stand by. there must have been something that pushed him to run to you.

“it’s cause u care about you...idiot. i wasn’t gonna a let you suffer here alone.” he huffs, crossing his arms.

“katsukiii do you like me or something?” you asked in a teasing tone

he couldn’t believe you were making jokes at a time like this. furthermore, he couldn’t believe how easy it was for you to see through his facade.

“i do.” he states. there was no point in lying.

“i was just kidding kats-“

“i’m not.” he cuts you off. “i care about you, and i like you. a lot. so...you better like be bad damn it. or i’ll blow you to bits!”

you chuckled and smiled tenderly at him. you definitely weren’t expecting him to say that, but you weren’t complaining.

“i like you too...i guess.” you smile, and katsuki tsked before smirking at you.

he finally felt like he could breath again, and that everything was going to be fine now.

except...katsuki didn’t like you. he loved you. but no way would he tell you that

this absolutely sucks i can’t believe i’m posting this. if you can, plz give me some requests so i don’t make trash hcs like this again. they’ll be a pt.2 later. hopefully it isn’t as bad as this one.

click here to send a request. i’d really appreciate it!

[harryspet]

ahh i love your writing and your dark!peter fics are the best, could we get a darkfic of peter bullying/harassing the reader and then things escalate if you know what i mean ??

rude boy | peter parker

[Warnings] dark peter parker x reader, bully peter, verbal/physical harassment, noncon/dubcon, fingering, public sex, mentions of intercourse/oral sex, peter being a jerk, fish sticks

A/N: I combined your ask with another bully peter request I got! I’ll post that asks right after this. Hope you like this!

In which Peter can’t make up his mind about whether he loves or hates you. 

word count: almost 3k

Your gaze fell down to your lap as he entered the classroom. Everyone else’s seemed to lift, admiring their classmate who famously saved the world several times. It was safe to say that the fame had gone to his head. You nervously played with the ends of your skirt as you waited for the commotion in the room to die down and for the class to start. 

That didn’t happen because an unfamiliar person slid onto the stool beside you and you lifted your head to see Peter. He gave you a bored look as he looked you over, “What’s up, fish sticks?”

Your eyes shut tightly as you winced at the name. He knew it got under your skin and loved to watch you squirm. He nudged your arm, “Hmm?” 

Everyone remembered that time in fifth grade, on the trip to the aquarium, where you threw up your packed lunch on one of the employees. Your mom had packed you fish sticks and, as you sat through one of their fun presentations, one of the presenters picked you to come up to the stage. You were shy, even back then, and as he asked you something you learned that day, you completely lost your lunch on his shoes. This all led to one of your classmates shouting, “She barfed up her fish sticks!” and laughter ensued. 

Even Peter seemed to think it was still funny, “You’re not my partner, Peter,” You said, not meeting his eyes. 

“Now I am,” Your heart skipped a beat as you heard him, “I can’t work with Ned anymore, he sucks at cooking and I need a good grade in this class.”

You looked back at Peter’s normal seat to see your family and consumer science partner sitting with Ned. You liked her and she always did her fair share of the work. You were sure the opposite would be true for Peter. 

Peter faked a smile at you, “So what are we cooking today? Fish sticks?”

You took a deep breath, your hands tapping nervously at the table, “You could try looking at the board,” You felt him scoot his stool closer to you, his body leaning over the counter. 

“I think I’ll just look at you instead,” Your breathing hitched in your throat as he leaned into your ear. Just as he did, your teacher entered the room. You thought she was a good teacher, she graded easily, and Peter must’ve been a complete idiot to not be doing well. Clearly, this wasn’t his subject of expertise. 

The room was set so each station had its own oven, stove, and appliances. This unit was all about cooking and today you were making dessert. Your teacher gave you a list of instructions before adding that you should all make sure you’re following safety protocols. 

You stood up from your stool, mostly just to get some space from Peter and walked over to grab an apron. 

The assignment went much worse than you expected. Peter refused to even lift a spoon or even wear an apron. He sat by as you did all the work, only offering to lick the spoon clean when you were finished with it. The times he got off his butt were to walk over to Ned’s table to chat with him. 

“You’re good at this,” Peter said, as you poured the batter into a cake tin. You were a little out of breath from running around to grab supplies, “You should come over and make me a sandwich sometime.”

You bit down on the inside of your cheek, trying to keep yourself from responding. 

As soon as you got your cake into the oven, you took a deep breath, taking a look at the clock to see if you were going to finish on time, “Can you chill? You’re stressing me out.”

You rested your hands against the counter, “I’m …” Your voice raised only for a moment before you lowered it, “I’m stressing you out?”

Peter noticed your frustration and smirked, “Awe, I’m joking fish sticks. You’re doing great,” He winked. 

Maybe you could talk to the teacher, tell her that you and Peter were not a good fit together. She’d ask you why you didn’t want to be partners and then you would have to tell her … and facing Peter after that would be a nightmare. You shook your head at the thought and convinced yourself you could go the rest of the semester doing the work all by yourself. 

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You were going to get into a good school, especially with the number of clubs you were a part of and the one that you created yourself. A book club because you loved reading and school was lacking one. There were four members in total including you and your friend Jess. If you wanted your club to seem serious on college applications then you needed more members. 

Jess had the idea of hanging up banners and flyers during the free period and, of course, you were all in. 

You went around the school with a ladder the janitor lent you and hung up your homemade posters. You were hanging a large banner towards the front of the school when the bell suddenly rang, ending the free period. 

“Just a few more inches to the left,” Jess instructed you and you slowly moved the poster to the position she wanted before Jess reached up to hand you the tape. 

There was something about you that Peter couldn’t quite wrap his head around. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to you. It was something about the snooty, preppy way you dressed that he a distaste for but turned him on to you at the same time. You were so intelligent but corruptible still. It was quite frustrating knowing you’d only see him as a nuisance. 

He watched the back of your legs, your skirt slightly rose as you taped up your poster. He thought about those baby pink panties you were probably wearing. 

You were admiring your work when suddenly the ladder shook and, for a moment you thought you might fall back until you barely caught yourself. A sharp shriek left your lips and the hall went silent until everyone was staring at you and then chuckling. You felt your cheeks warm as you quickly stepped down the ladder. 

You looked around the culprit and found Peter walking backward in the other direction. He smiled, “See you at book club, fish sticks!”

Your hands formed a fist at your side as you gave Jess an incredulous look. 

“Sorry,” She apologized, but you were already marching away. 

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Two weeks later, you were in a crowded subway car heading to school. Some soft pop song was playing in your headphones and you were swaying your head slightly to the music. Your eyes traveled around as you people watched.

You had done this route every day but you found yourself getting nervous now when you thought about school. Peter had seemed to take a special liking to you and wouldn’t leave you alone. He made you do all his work in family and consumer sciences and he’d make sure to shout something embarrassing at you when you saw him in the hall. 

A few days ago you were heading to your lunch table with your tray when he walked up to you, “Sit with me today,” He had told you, eyes more serious than you had ever seen them. 

“Why?” You asked.

“Because I said so,” He continued and you raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t think I can take any more fish stick jokes,” Anger settled over his features and it scared you, “No, but thank you.”

Any day before this, you would’ve said yes just because of how much he scared you. He was a superhero and what were you? Nothing. And everyone saw you that way. You were just tired of him torturing you. 

You should’ve trusted your instincts because as you walked around him, you lost your balance, and tripped over his outstretched foot. The cafeteria went quiet and you moaned in pain as you pulled yourself up. Your spaghetti was now staining your bright colored sweater.

Peter leaned down, “Forgive me for trying to be nice to you, Y/N,” He held out his hand for you to take and, you only stared at him, before standing up yourself. Jess rushed over, napkins in hand, but you were already running from the cafeteria, tears stinging your eyes. 

You shook your head as you tried to stop thinking about it. As if you had unconsciously summoned the devil, you felt a hand on your waist. You jumped, of course, and thought some middle-aged man would be standing behind you but it was even worse. 

“Turn back around,” He spoke huskily in your ear and you shook your head. His arm wrapped around you, his hand wrapping around your throat as he pulled you back into him, “Don’t struggle. Wouldn’t want to make a scene, right?”

How long had he been watching you? How long had he been following you?

Your eyes darted around, looking for anyone who had noticed what was happening to you but you saw no one. Everyone so packed together and clearly focused on whatever was going on in their busy lives. Peter’s other arm wrapped around you, under your arm, and settled on your stomach. 

You started to shake your head as his fingers trailed against the top of your skirt but his grip on your throat tightened, “What color panties are you wearing?” He whispered in your ear, “Hmmm?”

It was clearly rhetorical because, with every word you spoke, his grip tightened. You had to keep still in order to breathe. His hand slid between your skin and the waistband of your pastel skirt and he felt between your legs. A small whimper left your lips as his fingers rubbed your sex through your panties. 

His nose pressed into your hair and he took in your scent as he began rubbing circles against the fabric of your underwear. 

Peter had to see for himself if you were really what he wanted and he was tired of hiding his attraction. The confusion and tension in his mind had finally stopped. He was going to have you.

You had rarely even touched your private parts yourself so, the feeling rising in your core, felt completely foreign. A second later, he was dipping his fingers in the fabric of your panties. Your face completely warmed and you couldn't help how your body flinched at the sensation. 

“You’re mine from now on, to do whatever I please,” You ran from the feeling, from the pleasure, for as long as you could but Peter’s fingers worked like magic. Your chest heaved up and down as your breathing became more erratic. You were nearing something and that scared you even more. Peter held you steady and kept you from going anywhere and you were forced to face whatever he had unleashed inside you. 

“There you go, that’s it, Y/N,” It was a giant explosion deep inside you, and Peter moved his hand around your neck to cover your mouth as you orgasm. 

You were shaking as his fingers still played with that sensitive bulb in your panties. When he finally released you, you felt more disgusted at yourself for feeling such pleasure. 

Peter turned you around and you were so dizzy that you couldn’t even push him away as he slammed his lips against yours. Anyone around you would’ve saw it as annoying PDA by a couple of teenagers but, really, a predator had just sunk its teeth into its prey.

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You sat with Peter at lunch from the day forward. You decided it was better than him humiliating you in front of the entire student body. 

You weren’t sure what exactly you were to him. He seemed to want a personal punching bag as well as the intimacy you could provide. He’d tease you constantly, especially in front of his friends, but he’d want to make you cum right after being the jerk he was. 

He’d invite himself over to your house so you could help him with a school project or rather have you do it for him. Then he would … use his tongue against your private parts and make you lay with him for hours. 

One weekend, while you were walking home from a late-night study session at Jess’s house, a figure landed right in front of you. You hated how he loved to make his entrances by scaring you. Completely clad in his red and blue suit, Peter looked you up and down, “Why are you out walking so late?”

You took a cautious step back, “My apartment is three blocks away.”

“I’m aware and that doesn’t answer my question.”

“Can I at least have the weekends to myself, Peter?”

Peter cocked his head to the side and you wished very much to see whatever devilish look was. As he took a step forward, you took another backward, which caused him to laugh, “I’m offended, Y/N. I’m just a friendly neighborhood spider-man trying to help a poor, lost girl find her way home. There are sickos out this late.”

“Peter-”

Peter suddenly raised his hand and you saw a web shoot out into the distance. Before you could follow where it led, Peter’s arms were around you, and you were flying with him in the air. You squeezed him for dear life, your lungs unleashing every scream within you, as your stomach rose and fell with the swinging motion. 

When you finally landed on your feet, you were standing on the fire escape just outside your bedroom. You lost your balance but Peter was there to catch you again. Peter pulled off his masks and you saw his tired face and messy hair beneath it. 

He smiled at you, “Gonna puke, fish sticks?”

You tried to pull away from him, anger boiling up inside of you, “I-I hate you! I hate you, Peter!”

Tears were streaming down your cheeks and you were punching at his chest. It had no real effect on him and he simply grabbed your hands and held them in place. He pulled your hands down and pulled your forward, kissing you hard. 

You seemed to calm as his soft lips moved against yours. You hated it but it did. Your hands calmed and he let them go. Peter’s brown eyes narrowed into yours when he finally pulled away. He grabbed your face then, “I’m sorry to hear that, Y/N,” He wiped a tear away from your face, “But I don’t think I can let you go just yet.”

He kissed you again and you started to move your lips against his. It was easier that way. You stayed there for a long time, your lips on his, as your tears began to dry. He wasn’t going to leave you be so you thought you might as well enjoy it. The most popular boy in school, in New York, wanted you. Shouldn’t that make you feel good?

Peter moved to open your window, “Peter … my parents.”

“I’ll be quiet,” Peter insisted as he slipped inside. You did the same and you watched as Peter slowly shut it back. 

You moved over to the bed, taking off your backpack, and preparing for what Peter usually wanted to do. You looked up, surprised when you saw he was taking off the suit … all the way. 

“Peter, I’ve never-”

He shushed you, “I haven’t either,” That surprised you to hear. He approached you on the bed, only wearing his boxers, and your eyes raked in his exquisite physique. A lot has changed for him in the last few years, “But I’m sure I can figure it out.”

He kneeled down by your feet and took his time removing your shoes and then your socks. He wanted to take his time admiring you and this made you feel like a piece of art, “Why me?” You asked hesitantly.

“I have this awareness of my surroundings, like something in the back of my mind,” You weren’t expecting an honest answer but Peter’s eyes were completely earnest, “When I’m around you, it goes haywire and when I don’t have it, I’m vulnerable. I hate that.”

“So you do this to me b-because you hate me?”

Peter stood up, leaning forward as he pushed you down towards the bed. You slowly moved back towards your headboard as Peter crawled on top of you, “Not anymore. I like feeling certain things … when my defenses are down.”

His face was hovering above yours now, his fingers trailing over the waistband of your underwear. He started to pull them down and you stared with wide eyes because he didn’t even look away from you.

“Oh,” was all that left your mouth as he spread your legs. Everything about him confused you but it was useless to argue with him. You reached up to touch his shoulder which surprised him, to say the least. You touched the skin there and then the hardness of his chest. 

Peter tossed your underwear to the side, positioning himself between your legs. His eyes darkened as he looked at you and, suddenly, he was pinning your hands above your head. He kissed you as he used his other hand to pull down his boxers, letting his member spring free. He rubbed its tip against your sensitive bulb, trailing it up and down to tease you. 

When he finally entered you, it was slow and patient despite the hungry look in his eyes. He watched as you winced and moaned in pain as he stretched you for the first time. He’d bury himself deep inside of you for the rest of his life if he could. He’d make you tighten around him as he gave you orgasm after orgasm. 

“You make me feel human again, Y/N,” Peter grunted into your ear. After all, he had lived through and what he was meant to go through now, he’d use you to bring him down to earth. You were a toy, a tool, but maybe you could learn to enjoy the closeness. The intimacy.

Human. 

Peter both desired and despised the feeling. 

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[lunarliza]

Fake Boyfriend | Chapter 1: Two Truths and a Big Fat Lie

JJ x Kook!reader Series 

You’re a Kook Princess who has everything you ever wanted... until your handsome Kook Prince dumps you for a hot new fling. To save your reputation, you bribe the one person he hates the most, JJ Maybank, to pretend to be your boyfriend for the summer. All’s fair in love and war. But where do you draw that line when you’re suddenly wishing your fake boyfriend is your real one?

ahh yes, my third rendition of a fake dating/enemies to lovers story. this is just a short lil intro but i’m excited for this series! 

“He did what?” 

“Yup, broke up with me right over the phone,” you repeated to your hairstylist, Boris, who almost snipped off a chunk of your locks in utter shock. 

“What a complete asshole!” Boris groused, clipping away at your dead ends, “What did you say after? Please tell me you told him off and slashed his tires or I have failed as a mentor.” 

“Well I was so angry and shaken up I didn’t know what to say,” you pouted, “So I just said whatever and hung up.” 

It had been a couple days since your nasty break up with your ex-boyfriend who blind-sided you and ended things out of nowhere. Needless to say, you were a cluttered mess and this was your favorite form of therapy: self care, a new hair color, and mindlessly ranting to Boris-- the one person on the island who would absolutely destroy anyone who did you wrong. 

“Y/n!” he droned, “How are you gonna let him end a two year relationship and just say ‘whatever’? No, you need to get to slashing right after I fix you up or else you’ve missed your Carrie Underwood moment!” 

You sighed. “I know I should’ve gone all psycho bitch on him, but I didn’t want it to seem like I care all that much! Besides,” you mumbled the next part, “he’s got a new girl already.” 

The grown man nearly dropped his shears. “Already?! This just happened like two days ago!” 

“I know,” you cringed, “My friends came over last night to investigate her Instagram. I think she’s their family friend or something. Word on the Eight is that she’s here for the summer from California and is staying at his house.” 

Boris scoffed and tossed his finished scissors on the counter in frustration, starting up the curling iron. “So he dumped you after two years and dates someone else a day after?” he shook his head, “Unbelievable. He probably had her on the side when you guys were together too. Honey, you’re so much better off without him.” 

“Yeah, you’re right!” you agreed cooly-- as if you weren’t bawling and moping over old camera roll pictures just minutes before pulling up to the salon. 

Boris lightly blow dried your newly dyed hair while you admired it through the mirror. “I like this color a lot,” you commended, “I was a little iffy that it wouldn’t look right, but I knew you’d work your magic.” 

Your freshly manicured hands played with the ends before Boris began curling the back strands. 

“You deserve it, sweetie. Forget about that piece of trash and move on with your life! You have all summer to find a new beau,” he chimed, “Where are you going tonight again?” 

“Just dinner with the girls. My friend Sarah’s dad got us reservations to Chalet Basque so we’ll definitely be treating ourselves.” 

You giggled when he began doing fake French impressions of the servers. Leave it to him to lighten your mood during trying times. When he finished the last curl, he basked you in a hairspray that smelled like rosewater and spun you in the seat for the final ‘voila’ moment. 

Boris never failed to make you feel like a full-on beauty queen during your weekly glam seshs. 

As he undid the little cape around you, you spotted a familiar combo of tall dark and handsome waltz through the front door from the corner of your eye.

“Shit,” you cursed, a little louder than intended, and shielded your face, “It’s him! And he brought the girl!” 

Boris’ eyes widened. “That’s her?” he yelled-whispered, eyeing the couple that just plopped down in the waiting area, “Oh you’re so much prettier.” 

You smiled and covertly peeked over at them-- the island’s new supposed ‘power couple’. You almost hurled when you heard kids on the Eight were coining them that name. 

There he sat, Max Vega, in all his preppy, muscular, Spanish-rooted glory. He was even wearing the expensive polo you got him last Christmas. Oh, he looked so cute with his jet black hair slightly slicked back with a single strand hanging on his forehead. Just the way you loved it. 

Tucked under his arm was his new trophy girl. Her beach-waved blonde hair came all the way down to her perfectly shaped hips and her tan model legs draped across his while they watched some video together on his phone. 

Your heart sank at the way he tapped her nose when he said something cute to her. The same way he used to do to you. 

Before you could turn away, his chestnut eyes met yours and he stiffened. You hurriedly tried to avert your gaze, but saw him begin walking over to you through Boris’ giant mirror nonetheless. 

“Y/n!” he greeted, coming up behind you.

“Max! Oh what a surprise!” you mimicked his fake seething enthusiasm, whipping around the chair. 

“Yeah,” he scratched the back of his neck, “I didn’t think I’d run into you here.”  

You held back a scoff. As if you hadn’t made weekly trips to the place to get your hair, nails, and eyebrows done since you were ten. You seriously wondered sometimes if you were truly in love him or if he was just pretty. 

His girl stood a little behind him, clutching onto his toned arm like a shy little bunny. “Anyways,” he snaked his hand to the small of her back, “This is Anya. She’s my dad’s partner’s daughter from Huntington Beach and is staying in our guest house for the summer.” 

The giant perky blonde straightened her back and held out her hand, that wasn’t wrapped around your ex-man, to you. “Hey girl! It’s so nice to meet one of Max’s friends!” 

You heard Boris lightly gag in the background and had to suppress your impending laughter. 

With all the willpower you could muster up, you rose from the chair and put on the most forced smile you have ever done. “I’m y/n, nice to meet you too.” 

“So uh, you look nice,” Max noted at your elaborate hairdo, “What’s the occasion?” 

“I-” 

“She’s actually going on a date tonight,” Boris butted-in as-a-matter-of-factly. You whisked your head around to the man, giving him a frantic ‘wtf’ look.

Max wrinkled his brows. “Oh... well that’s nice. Who with?” 

You racked your brain for a name. Any name. 

Briefly, you glanced out the shop window and caught a glimpse of a trio skipping by outside. One of your friends, Kiara Carrera, linked arms with two of her best guy friends as they munched on ice cream cones from next door. Your eyes fixated on a certain blonde boy in a snapback and untucked black button up.

Bingo. 

“Uh, it’s with JJ. JJ Maybank. You know him right?” you brought up slyly. 

Your ex was definitely taken aback- especially at the mention of the one guy he despised most on the island. “Oh, what? W-Wow,” he sputtered, “I didn’t know you guys talked like that.” 

“Yeah, I mean it just kind of happened. Sarah set us up,” you continued to fib, crossing your arms. You felt bad having to lie like that, but the look of pain and confusion on Max’s face almost made it worth it. 

Almost. 

Before he could pry any further, the nail technician called for Anya from the other side of the salon. 

She cheered and bid you goodbye before yanking Max along with her to get their couple’s treatment. The same one he refused to get with you no matter how many times your begged. Who knew all it took was a leggy blonde with a butt thrice the size of yours to do the trick. 

You sighed in relief once they disappeared to the pedicure station and smacked Boris’ arm. “What’d you do that for?! A date?! He had to know I was lying!”

“Ow!” he rubbed his tattooed arm, “Look, if he’s moving on, then you gotta act like you are too. Trust me, you’ll thank me later for this.” 

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note: lowkey basing the girl off of cher horowitz from clueless lmao. anyways chapter two to come

chapter two

[evolmaze]

truth or drink

summary -  truth or dare never works out, but when you add drinking things just get worse

paring - han x reader ft. twice, the rest of stray kids, bts, and blackpink

genre - fluff, angst, comfort | friends to potential-lovers!au, nonidol!au

word count - 4.6k words

warnings - slight harassment and bullying by O.C. against reader, drinking, very minimal slut shaming of O.C., swearing

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“I don’t even wanna go tonight,” Dahyun said, laying on your bed. “Who’s even going to be there?”

“The usual crowd I think, us girls, Han and his friends, Tae and his friends, and I think Jennie and Lisa are coming too,” you conclude, putting the finishing touches on your makeup.

“Ooh, I haven’t seen Jennie in ages,” Dahyun commented, suddenly sitting up. “I suppose I can make an appearance.”

“That’s more like it,” you laughed, turning around. “How do I look?”

“Absolutely stunning!” she cooed, “Han isn’t gonna know what he’s missing.”

You scoffed, “I’m not doing this for him, I’m doing this for myself.”

“Sure, sure, and you’re absolutely not wearing that blue sweater because he told you it looked nice on you last week?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Absolutely not,” you declared, though a slight red hue appeared on your face. “Come one we gotta go soon anyway. Party starts in 20 minutes.”

“No one ever shows up right away, Mina and Jihyo said they aren’t coming till closer to eight.” Dahyun whined, going into the closer to change.

“Yeah, but I promised Bang Chan and Felix I’d help set up, so unless you wanna find your own way there, you’re stuck with me,” you laughed, grabbing your jacket off your desk. Dahyun groaned, but reappeared minutes later, ready to go.

“Alrighty, let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”

______

“y/n, Dahyun, so glad you could be here to help!” Felix said as he opened the door, quick to grab a couple of bags from you and Dahyun. “Please, please come on in!”

“Thanks, Lix,” you said, closing the door behind. “Any word on when people are planning to show up?”

“It varies really, Tae and his friends said sometime around eight-ish, Changbin and Minho said they’d be here around 7:30, I’m assuming the girls will be here around then as well?”

“Yeah, Sana just texted me now, said they’ll be here in about 20,” Dahyun said, as she started taking bottles out of her backpack and adding them to the drink table.

“Oh that’s awesome, I’m so excited to see them!” you cheered, going over to help her. 

“Excited as you are to see Han?” she teased, nudging your shoulder as she poured a bottle of vodka into a giant container you had bought specifically for wop. Across the room, Felix chuckled as he untangled some cords for the sound system. 

“Oh my god, please shut up,” you plead, your face a slight hue of red as you unscrewed your own bottle. “It’s really not that big of a deal.”

“Sure, sure. Felix did you know that she literally hasn’t stopped talking about this party all week, seems a little coincidental that this also happens to be the first party Han has been able to come to since he left to go visit his parents,”

“I’m actually going to kill you,” you muttered, unable to keep a straight face as the two of them laughed. Dahyun may have had a point, Han had left two weeks ago to visit his parents, which meant you hadn’t seem him for a couple weeks due to conflicting schedules. You missed him, missed his jokes, his vibrant personality. You guys had met about six months ago when Dahyun invited you to a party at her place, and ever since then you guys had hit it off.

“Oh leave the poor girl alone won’t you?” Chan said as he entered the room, laptop in hand. “So she has a thing for the kid, it’s not like you two haven’t ever had a crush.”

“Yeah,” you chimed in, gracious for Chan’s appearance. “If I remember correctly Lix you had quite the infatuation for a certain barista down at Two Rivers, right?” You grinned at his red face, and inability to rebuttal, “and Dahyun,” you said, facing her. “Don’t make me bring up the infamous crush you had last fall-”

“Okay!” Dahyun said suddenly, smacking a hand over your mouth. “Point taken! Sorry y/n, you know I think it’s cute that you like him, I think y’all would be cute together! I’ll shut up now.”

You laughed, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, “Apology accepted, sorry for bringing up your past, I promise not to do it again, unless circumstances call for it.” you grinned, running away from her as she chased you with an empty bottle.

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Music blared from the speakers in the backyard as you sat with Felix and Sana, currently exchanging your thoughts on the latest season of stranger things. “There’s no way Hopper’s actually dead,” you argued, taking a drink. “Why else would they include that clip of him in the promo?”

“I agree!” Sana said, “Plus that’d be so cruel for them to kill him off like that just as he and El were developing a real relationship!”

“Right, and I’d rather die than not see Hopper and Joyce get together, literally made for each other!” Felix agreed, the three of you laughed at his sudden outburst, but sudden stopped as Sana whispered.

“Who invited them here?” you turned towards the entrance of the house, and spotted exactly who she was talking about. Currently talking to Chan and Jennie were two girls who you had briefly met your freshmen year, they were awful; mean and cruel just for their own enjoyment. Unfortunately, at a school so small, circles overlapped, and somehow they ended up at this party.

“God, I hate them,” you muttered, taking another sip of your drink. You turned back around. “Think they’ll stay long?”

“Well Aria has a huge crush on Chan I think,” Felix said thoughtfully, “So yeah unfortunately.”

“Fantastic,” you muttered again, annoyed that you even had to be in the same room as them. It wasn’t that Aria and her friend Soon were ever mean to you directly. In fact, you even used to be friends with Soon a couple years ago, but times change, and so do people. While you had learned more about yourself and learned from your wrongdoings, Soon found Aria and together they adhered to this “preppy-high-school-mean-girl” bullshit attitude that never really wore off. 

“Oh don’t be sad, y/n! Look who just showed up,” Dahyun said suddenly as she appeared behind you, wiggling her eyebrows. You rolled your eyes at her as she sat down beside you, but turned around anyway, already knowing who had shown up.

Han Jisung walked through the doors and you hated to admit it, but your heart leaped out of your chest. It had been so long since you had seen him, and not to be cliché, but he was literally glowing. He looked amazing, his hair was still that same raven color you loved. You remembered when he had first dyed it two months ago, he was nervous to go back to a dark color after being blonde for so long, but you had assured him he looked good in any hair color.

“y/n, earth or y/n, hello?” Felix said, waving his hand in front of your face, you jumped, not realizing you had zoned out. Sana and Dahyun laughed as you blushed. “Sorry what?”

“I asked if you wanted to go grab a new drink?” Dahyun laughed, and you look down at your drink.

‘Yeah sure,” you agreed, laughing at yourself as you folllowed her back inside. You crossed the yard, mentally preparing youself to walk by Han, it was dumb, really. He was your friend, there was nothing to be personal about, but you’d be lying if you said he didn’t make you nervous. It wasn’t till a weeks ago that you had even developed these feelings for him, and if it wasn’t for a drunken night at Chan’s, no one would have even known you had felt that way, but when you’re drunk, your filter leaves you, and that night you spilled the beans to Dahyun, Sana, Felix, and Chan over a game of truth or dare. You tried to keep it lowkey, you did, but as you got to know him better, it was becoming harder and harder to avoid it.

Dahyun passed Han and Changbin as they talked on the porch, as you did the same someone grabbed your wrist, “y/n!” Han said, grinning from ear to ear. “Don’t think you could pass me and not say anything!”

You laughed, and looked at Dahyun who wiggled her eyebrows. “Changbin,” she said, looking past you. “Wanna help me grab some drinks?”

“Sure,” he agreed, brushing past you. “Nice to see you, y/n.”

“You too,” you said, taking his seat next to Han. “So, how was home?”

“It was great,” he said. ‘It was nice to see family and celebrate my grandma’s birthday, but I’m glad to be back.”

“I’m glad you’re back too,” you agreed. “Someone needs to be the life of the party.”

“Oh, you don’t think that Jin already has that handled?” he asked, and you both looked into the house, where he was currently, furiously rapping some song on the karaoke machine.

You laughed, “I’ll admit that he’s pretty chaotic when he wants to be, but there’s only one person I know who enjoys starting conga lines at the most random of times. Remember when you started one when we walked to the grocery store? People were so confused!” you said, and he laughed. 

“Well I’m glad someone appreciates my antics,” he grinned, taking a sip of his own drink. “What have you been up to since I last saw you?”

“Nothing too exciting, just the usual.”

“Bullshit, I follow your photography page, that place you went last week looked incredible, you’ll have to take me sometime,” he said, nudging your shoulder.

You blushed, “Ahh thanks, it was so pretty, a super nice hike too, you’d love it. The sunset there was incredible!”

“Well we’ll have to make sure we go at night then,” he mused, and you grinned.

“Oh absolutely, when are you free next week?” you asked, hoping to set something up, hanging out with Han one-on-one was a rare and fun occasion.

“Let me check,” he said, pulling out his phone. About to pull yours out, you suddenly hear the music cut out. A chorus of boos and cheers resounded throughout the party.

“Sorry everyone!” Chan said, mic in hand. “Aria and Soon here wanted me to let everyone know, that if you’re interested, there’s a game of truth or dare happening over here.”

You rolled your eyes, poor Chan, you looked over at Han. “Should we go save Chan from an evening of Aria’s torment and neverending questions?”

“Good idea,” he agreed, standing. “Ayo Seungmin, I.N., you guys wanna go play a couple rounds of truth or dare.”

“Why not?” Seungmin said, standing up, with I.N. following suite. Changbin and Dahyun appeared next to you, with a handful of drinks.

“So true or dare, huh?” Dahyun said. “Classic Aria.”

“It truly is her signature,” you agreed, grabbing two drinks from her and handing one to Han. “Let’s get this over with, yeah?”

You made your way over to the firepit where Aria and Chan sat, surround by some others. Jennie and Lisa sat to the left of Chan, while Seungmin and I.N. sat next to them. Soon was next to Aria, and Mina, Jihyo and Sana were next to her. You took a seat in between Dahyun and Han, and Changbin in between you three and Felix. The group waited as a few more people piled in, Jimin and Jungkook taking sets behind Changbin on the brick wall, and Hoseok and Tae taking up seats on the wall as well behind Chan.

‘“Let’s get started, shall we?” Aria said, scanning the group. “Felix, truth or dare?”

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Numerous rounds had passed since you first sat down, and the rules were simple. If you didn’t want to answer a truth or do a dare, you had to take a shot, but the catch was you only got three shots per game. So far people had jumped into the pool while fully clothed, made out with random party goers, and made prank calls to people who weren’t at the party. So far, you had told everyone which professor you would sleep with if given the chance, called your good friend Solar to tell her her cat had ran away, and told everyone about your most embarrassing moment from 5th grade.

Currently, Tae was attempted to walk along the entire edge of the pool without falling in. “You got this, Tae!” Jimin cheered, getting everyone to start a chant of encouragement. You did your best ro hold in your laughter as Tae slipped at the last second and fell into the pool. A chorus of laughs resounded, and the game continued on.

By now, some people had left to get drinks or eat food, so the only people left were you, Han, Dahyun, Chan, Aria, Soon, Felix, Sana, Seungmin, and I.N.

“Aria, truth or dare?” Soon asked, taking a sip of her drink.

“Dare, obviously.” Aria said, a tone of cockiness in her voice. “Truth’s are loser who enjoy being an open book,” she commented, glancing in your direction. You rolled your eyes, taking another sip of your drink.

“Takes one to know one,” you muttered under your breath, across the fire, Chan chuckled, amused at your lack of filter coming out.

“What was that?” Aria said, obviously irritated that Chan had laughed at your retort.

“Oh, nothing.” you said, looking up at her as she glared daggers into your eyes. “Soon what’s her dare?”

“Aria, I dare you to make out with Chan!” she said excitedly, and the rest of the group, minus Aria, groaned.

“Shocker,” Dahyun said, and you looked over at Chan who looked less than thrilled to be in this position. 

“Hey don’t make him do something he doesn’t want to do,” you chimed in, worried about Aria’s influence over your friend.

“It’s okay, y/n.” Chan said, taking a quick shot. “I can handle her.”

You sighed, and took a long sip of your drink as the two of them made out for the next 15 seconds or so, as they pulled apart Aria looked at you. “Yeah, y/n, Channie’s a big boy, he can handle himself. Plus he’d probably prefer a girl with experience anyway, unlike you.”

You rolled your eyes for what seemed to be the millionth time that night, “Sorry Chan, just looking out for you, didn’t want you to get an STD or something.”

Alcohol had this affect on you that sometimes you didn’t realize what you were saying until you had said it, as the words left your mouth, you instantly regretted them due to the way Aria started you down, a look of hatred in her eyes. Around you, everyone lost their minds at your reply, some congratulating you on your comeback, others looking shocked the words even came out of your mouth. You weren’t sure how to feel, on one hand Aria deserved a taste of her own medicine for how she belittled every person she ever met that didn’t meet her standards, but also you were never one to slut-shame, so who knows what came over you. Beside you, Dahyun was laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes, and Han looked so shocked you weren’t sure whether it was a good thing or bad thing.

Aria narrowed her eyes at you, unsure of what had come over you, but sure of what her next move was going to be, ”y/n, truth or dare?”

“Uh-” you started. 

“Don’t bother answering, I’ll pick for you since I already know the answer: truth. y/n, tell me, what’s it like to be a lonely virgin, with no romantics pursuits besides having a crush on a close friend who doesn’t even think of you that way?”

The group quieted down pretty quick after that, you stiffened, shocked she had said that, confused how she even knew that, but mostly concerned of where this was going to go. You were sure that if someone took a photo of you now, you would look like a ghost. Aria cocked an eyebrow at you, “Oh y/n,” she feigned concerned. “Cat got your tongue? Need some help with that? Must be tough to like someone who doesn’t even think of you that way, right? Who goes away for weeks and doesn’t even text you? Let alone think of you in any other way besides a friend. You can call me a slut all you want, but at least I get the things I want, I don’t sit around and wait for them to happen like some stupid hopeless romantic. At least boys answer my texts, what do you get? A pity reply to one of your numerous attempts at a real relationship with him?”

“Aria, shut the fuck up.” Dahyun said beside you, you were frozen in spot, so utterly humiliated, but also amazed at her level of intel, how the hell did she find out?

“Why?” Aria asked. “It’s okay for y/n to blatantly slut-shame me in front of my crush, that I can’t expose her in front of hers?”

“That’s not the point-’” Dahyun said, anger seething from her body. You put a hand on your shoulder.

“It’s fine,” you said, trying you best to remain calm. “I mean she right, right? What I did was a low-bow, and I’m truly sorry, Aria.” you said, trying to look as sincere as possible despite your mental stability rapidly declining. “It’s only fair you attack right back, but if you don’t mind, I think we’re pretty even now; I think I’ve heard enough.” You finished, your voicing cracking slightly at the end. You quickly got up, and made your way inside the house, ignoring the calls from the rest of the group.

As you entered the house, you got some looks from everyone you passed. Some concerned, some confused, and some just straight up lost as to why you were running through the house crying.

It was your own fault this had happened, you knew Aria was the type to have dirt on everyone, so why didn’t you think about the fact that’d she have dirt on you? You shouldn’t have even responded to her, no matter how much she got under your skin, Aria always won every battle she started, but you never expected her to rebuttal with things so cruel and close to your heart. You just hoped people were too distracted to piece together the underlying meaning.

Your phone buzzed rapidly in your pocket, a call from Dahyun on the screen. You sighed, and picked up the call. “Hey-”

“Are you okay? I swear to god I’ll kill her for saying those things about you! That was so fucked up, you made one comment and she spilled your entire load of dirty laundry for everyone to hear. Where are you? We should go home, forget-”

“Dahyun, slow down.” you laughed, feeling a little less awful than you did before. “I’m in the bathroom, I’ll be back out in a little bit, no need to have Aria ruin this whole party for us.”

“Oh that’s good, I’m glad your okay,” she said. “Aria’s gone anyway, after her little performance, Soon and Chan convinced her to go home for the night. The bitch was too intoxicated to form a coherent thought after she used them all on you.”

You laughed at that, “Serves her right, I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Sounds good, bye!” she agreed, hanging up the phone. You looked in the mirror, wiping off your mascara that had run onto your face. You pondered how the rest of the night would go, everyone had heard the embarrassing details of your life, but on the other hand, fuck Aria and fuck her for trying to ruin a perfectly good night. Yeah she every right to be upset at you, but unlike her, you could bounce back from this, you determined. How would things go with Han? You had no idea, you suppose it depending on his ability to read between the lines, and whether or not he was too intoxicated to do that or not. 

“It was what it is at this point, I guess.” you said to yourself, accepting your fate, whatever it may be. It was odd, you had always imagined that your crush finding out you like them would be mortifying, but you felt oddly calm, maybe it’s because you knew thing would be okay. You had great friends, supportive friends who would stand by you no matter what, and even if Han did know, you knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t be mean about it, maybe weirded out, but that was only temporary, cause at least then you’d have closure and could move on. 

You exited the bathroom, ready to get another drink and hang with Dahyun and Felix, and everyone else if they were still around.

“y/n!” Sana yelled from the end of the hallway, running up to you. “Are you okay? God I can’t believe Aria did that, she’s awful, I’m so sorry.”

“I’m fine, really.” you assured her. “Aria’s a bitch, but it’s not like I didn’t have it coming with what I had said to her.”

“I guess, but she said some really personal things that weren’t her business at all. Everyone knows that she gets around here and there, she even admitted it! You weren’t saying things we didn’t already know,” she said, looking annoyed. “But if you’re fine, then so am I. Wanna grab another drink?” 

“Yes, please.” you laughed, following her into the living room. As you were there getting drinks, you assured many people that were at the fire that you were okay, and you didn’t need them to kill Aria for you.

“y/n!” you stopped talking to Sana and Changbin, and turned around to see Chan, he looked frazzled, a look of worry on his face. “Can we talk?” he asked, you bid your goodbyes to Sana and Changbin, and followed Chan back outside.

“What’s up?” you asked.

“First I wanna say I’m so sorry for Aria’s behavior, I know it doesn’t mean much, but she was pretty drunk, but I’m not sorry that I didn’t do anything to stop it. I’m the reason she was even here, and it’s not cool that she did that to you.”

“Chan, Chan, it’s fine, really. Aria isn’t your responsibility, you’re not her dad or boyfriend, so you couldn’t have predicted she would have done that. I accept your apology, but there’s no need for it, truly.” you assured him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Okay, good. The other reason I wanted to talk to you was because of that,” he said, gesturing over his shoulder to the fire. At the fire was Han, Felix and Dahyun sat with him, but he looked distant. It didn’t seem like he was paying them any attention. 

“Is he okay?” you asked. You felt bad, this was your fault.

“Dahyun, Felix, and I have been trying to talk to him, get him to come inside, but he isn’t really speaking to anyone. We all figured he might talk to you; but only if you’re comfortable doing so.” Chan explained, you nodded. “Of course, he’s still my friend.”

Chan and you walked over to the fire, and as soon as Felix and Dahyun saw you were with him, they stood up, leaving with Chan. As Dahyun passed you, she whispered in your ear. “I think he’s just confused is all.” You nodded, understanding.

Han didn’t look up as you sat down, just kept staring into the fire. You weren’t sure what to do, it wasn’t as if you had done any malicious to him in any way, but you’d also understand if he didn’t want anything to do with you. 

“I’m sorry,” you said, breaking the silence; he didn’t look up. You sighed, “I know you must feel really weird with everything that Aria had said, I swear I didn’t know she was going to say that stuff at all; I honestly don’t know how she found out, but I’m sorry that that indirectly put you in a weird position.”

“Why are you sorry?” he muttered. “It’s not like you asked her to do it.”

“No I didn’t, but what she said involved you, and that’s something you should have heard from me, privately, not in front of all our friends at a bonfire,” you reasoned, nervously chuckling at the hilarity of it all. Who would have thought this was how you night would end? “So, I’m sorry.”

Han put his head in hands, running his fingers through his hair. He sighed, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I-uh, I don't know,” you stuttered, unsure of what to say. “I didn’t want to make things weird, change our friendship in any way. I like being your friend, and we hadn’t been friends for that long when I first realized, so I choose not to say anything in order to keep being your friend. If I’m honest, I thought I’d get over it by now.”

“You thought something like that would end our friendship?” he asked, looking up at you. “y/n, that’s crazy.”

“Well, I don't know!” you exclaimed, “How could I be sure how you’d react? We aren’t exactly best friends, and I hadn’t seen you in awhile, so it felt awkward to hang around after she had said that. Figured it would be easier to leave so you wouldn’t be obligated to talk about it if you didn’t want to. I’m sorry if I hurt you, or made things confusing, that wasn’t my intention, I just didn't know what to do.”

“It’s okay,” he said. “I get it, feelings are weird, and you can never be sure how things will turn out, but I still wish you would have said something, don’t you trust me?”

“Han, we may be friends, and I do trust you, but this is probably the one thing I wouldn’t have told you about.” you laughed awkwardly. “Usually people don’t tell their crushes they like them till they’re sure their crush feels the same.”

He blushed, “Ah yeah, that’s a good point, but hey! Who’s to say I don’t feel the same.”

You paused, “You like me?” What was happening right now?

“Well maybe, I don’t know!” he laughed nervously turning an even darker shade of red, and you chuckled. “I feel like we’ve become better friends lately, and I like having you around, like spending time with you. I don’t wanna rush into anything, but I would be down to start hanging out more one on one.”

You smiled, “I feel the same. I don’t want to rush things either, and I’d rather us both be on the same page about it if this does become something in the future.”

“Well I hope it at least means we’ll become better friends,” he said hopefully. 

“Me too,” you agreed, feeling a weight being lifted off you shoulders.

“But I could be okay with us being in a relationship too, I suppose.” he mused, pretending to look thoughtful. You laughed, and lightly kicked his foot.

“I suppose I could be okay with that too,” you joked, and he grinned. “Well if you’re up for it, the offer to go hiking still stands.”

“Let’s do it!” he said excitedly. “We can take some sick pics at the top too!”

“Oh absolutely,” you grinned. “I’d love nothing more.” Han smiled at you, a glint of something promising in his eyes. Everything was going to be fine, you could feel it.

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a/n: hope y’all like this one, it took a different turn than I thought it was going to, but I still like how it turned out!

[skzshortcake]

hi lovely, congratulations on 100 followers! you’re such a good writer, i hope we can become even better friends 💞 i’m here to ask for a ship request if you’re not busy? i'm very short, extroverted and i like to talk a lot but when my social battery runs out i become sleepy and cuddly. i daydream a lot about romantic love stories. i love thunderstorms, aesthetically pleasing places and when i'm taken care of. i like wearing big and warm clothes but also pretty outfits from pinterest. thank u 💞

ahh hello! you’re so cute! I ship you with hyunjin!

you both radiate ✨aesthetic✨ energy

y’all get so romantic together it kinda makes skz cringe, but you both love it and that’s what matters!

hyunjin shows his love in a very touchy-feely-extroverted way?

I mean, he’s really romantic and kisses you in the rain and teaches you how to slow dance to piano music in the kitchen of the dorms when skz aren’t there

after I read your recent hyunjin high school romance, all I can think of is being cliche high school best friends to lovers ahh

that’s you!

your romance is so cliche that people say it won’t last, but hyunjin keeps his promises and never wants to let you go

you’re his precious babie and he loves the height difference

he loves to take pictures of you. it’s his favorite thing!

he loves posting them and making them his wallpaper because he loves to show you off all the time

he’s a little clumsy sometimes but he’s happy to take care of you! he just thinks you’re the cutest thing ever and will baby you all you want!

you best believe you’re getting some of his clothes

he will share his hoodies, pajamas, accessories, whatever is his is also yours

when you go out on dates together hyunjin will text you and ask what outfit you’re wearing so he can wear something that’s similar and you can coordinate together

highkey asks someone else to take pictures of you both

whenever you feel like you’re out of energy hyunjin will carry you back to your bed or help hold you up so you can lean against him

omg this is making me hyunjin biased I-

that’s the power you have! you are so cute together!

cuddliest couple, he tells you all the time how you’re his sleeping beauty!

“have I ever told you that you’re my world? and my stars?”

nicknames he calls you:

sweetie, darling

a date you would go on:

in the city date!

he texts you hours before you get there asking what you’re going to wear and he shows up looking all preppy and cute! he has a hat on, so if it’s raining then he will hold an umbrella over you. he will buy you cute snacks from cafes and will give you one side of his headphones so you can listen to music together as you walk ahh you’re so cute! i’m realizing now how much I want to request a ship from someone haha this is so cute!!!

honorable mention: no one else except for hyunjin. you are perfect together. but if I had to say, I would choose seungmin

[kimjoongs-main]

aesthetic tag !

tagged by @cinanamon (ahh steph i loved this ty for the tag)

tagging @oh-my-vocal-unit (liz i feel like you’d love this) @lilyunhowrites @toffee-hwa @xiaocity @seongghwaa @s1ardusk @yeocult @naptimetea @bada-daa

rules bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold

soft

baby pink | iridescent | glitter is always a good option | no bra | minimalistic tattoos | cherry patterns | sweet scented perfumes | wearing generous amounts of blush | doodling hearts | getting excited to pet an animal | fun nails | rewatching old barbie movies | hair sticking to glossed lips | heart shaped sunglasses | taking pictures of the sunset or sunrise | stuffed animals | protecting nature | stickers everywhere | teen movies | the light rain that falls from a clear sky at the beginning of the night |

dark academia

neutral tones | masculine outfits | studying languages | worn down copy of books | grey skies | turtleneck sweaters | loose fitting pants | hair tied with a silk ribbon | trying to remember a cool difficult word you read somewhere to use in a convo | thick belts | minimal makeup | windows fogged by rain | vintage jewelry | blouses with cuffed sleeves | reading a murder mystery and trying to solve it | oxford style shoes | sweater vests | subtitled old movies in a language you don’t speak | leaves crackling as you walk | annotating books to express your emotions about the story |

edgy

closet full of dark clothes | fishnet tights | makeup sweating off | neon signs | searching for unknown songs | chokers | band tees | doodling on old converses | finding smoking aesthetically pleasing but not doing it | weird humor | accidentally very dramatic | dim lights | layered outfits | chain belts | chipped nail polish | messy hair | low quality pics | piercings | combat boots | scribbling on desks |

seventies

colorful wardrobe | doodling flowers | wearing short shorts | using a bikini top or bra as a normal top | listening to ABBA | flowers in your hair | DIYing everything | jamming to songs alone in your room | drunkenly telling your friends you love them | patterned bandanas | mid heeled shoes | messy braids | flared sleeves | walking barefoot on grass or sand | bold sunglasses | the good kind of tired you get after doing something you enjoy for hours | feeding stray animals | fun patterned socks | room decorated with succulents and other plants | likes to go roller skating or skateboarding |

preppy casual

collared clothes | drinking juice out of a champagne glass | getting excited to see the met gala looks | thick headbands | small pastel cardigans | making your friends take your ootd pics | plaid mini skirts | tweed two pieces | watching reality tv to pass time | frilly tops | watching old hollywood movies | academically driven | long manicured nails | new year’s eve fireworks | colorful tights | layered golden jewelry | yearns for luxury brand items | decorating your room with fairy-lights | cursive and neat handwriting | lace details 

cinanamon - steph

gold jewelry, slowdancing in the kitchen with a lover, sun on skin, red-tinted lip balm, lazy mornings, getting lost in foreign cities, scent of bakeries, high-waisted jeans, kissing someone’s neck, writing reminders on your wrist, sleeping in braids to have waves in the morning, growing an herb garden, gentle touches, sketches tucked between pages, flushed cheeks, tandem bikes, floating in a pool, vintage gold hand-mirror, deer grazing, softly singing while doing chores

jaesmintea - dia

oversized everything | painted nails | fairy lights | dozing off in the middle of class | tying hair up into a ponytail | round glasses | laughing so hard you can’t breathe | late night study sessions | tender hand holding | impromptu photoshoots | drowning in moondust | bathing in the light of the sunset | strawberry flavored lollipops | polaroid pictures | eagerly tugging someone down the street | handwritten love letters | smell of coffee | living with reckless abandon | crinkled pages of a journal | replaying the same part in a song over and over

soft - 13 | dark academia - 13 | edgy - 9 | seventies - 9 | preppy casual - 5 | cinanamon - 11

[theericardo]

*Part 1: “Something Wicca This Way Comes... Again” *WRITTEN BY: PAUL (ME) *DIRECTED BY:  ALYSSA MILANO *SEASON 1, EPISODE 01

Staring

· Alyssa Milano as Phoebe Halliwell

· Rose McGowan as Paige Matthews Mitchell

· with Holly Marie Combs Ryan as Piper Halliwell

· and Shannen Doherty as Prue Halliwell

Co – Staring

· Brian Krause as Leo Wyatt

· Jacob Tremblay as Wyatt Halliwell

· Sunny Suljic as Chris Halliwell

· Nicolas Bechtel as Rafael Vázquez

Recurring

· Brooklynn Prince as Melinda Halliwell

· Alex Black as Tyler Michaels

· Dafne Keen as Coop Halliwell

· Ivan Sergei as Henry Michell

· Iain Armitage as Henry Michell, Jr.

· Dafne Keen as Hayley Michell

· Nicholas Hamilton as Jesse Housley

CHARMED THEME SONG MUSIC

[Scene: September 22nd, 2017 - 7:30 a.m. Starts with Piper getting the kids ready for school]

Piper: "Wyatt honey, did you wake up Chris and Melinda?”

Wyatt: “Why is it my job to do so?” “Chris doesn’t like me, and whatever Chris does and says, Melinda follows suit.”

(Leo rushes through before the portal for Magic School opens.)

Leo: “Wyatt, can do what your mom says, please?”

Wyatt: “Whatever, dude!”

(Wyatt orbs out the dining room.)

Piper: “I swear he gets that from you, Leo.”

Leo: “Oh really?”

Piper: “Yes!”

(The portal opens for magic school.)

Leo: “This is the first day of magic school being open since regaining it from evil,” “I don’t want to be late.”

(Leo and Piper give each other a distinctive stare.)

(Leo sprints towards the portal.)

Piper: “We are not done mister!”

(Chris and Melinda makes their way downstairs.)

Chris: “Mom, when do I get to move out of the room with Wyatt,” “He really pushing my buttons.”

Piper: “The last of the renovations should be finished whenever you get home.”

[Scene: 8:10 am – Phoebe at The Bay Mirror]

(Phone rings.)

Tyler: “Bay Manor, Tyler Michaels speaking.” “Looking for Phoebe Halliwell, please hold.”

(Tyler transfer the call to Phoebe.)

Phoebe: “Hello, Phoebe speaking.”

(Coop beams in.)

Phoebe: “Yes, I would like to meet you on Monday following my upcoming novel.”

Coop: whispers “Phoebe, you got a doctor appointment that day.”

Phoebe: “Oh shoot, Tyler, can you call them back to reschedule my interview for me please?”

Tyler: “Sure, Ms. Halliwell.”

Phoebe: “I still have to get ready for delivery next month, then plan the blessing…”

(Coop walks over to comfy Phoebe.)

Coop: “Just relax, Phoebe.”

Phoebe: “I will Coop, I will.”

[Scene: 8:56 am – Back at the Manor with Piper]

(The kids are at school and the renovators have arrived and have been working for 56 minutes)

Construction Worker #1: “Ms. Halliwell, we seem to come across a problem.” “We tried to knock down the shelves in the space you are converting into a bedroom…”

Piper: “Well, let me take a look at it.”

(Piper and the other construction worker walked over to the space were shelves.)

(The other construction worker is knocked out.)

Piper: “Omg, what the hell happened?”

Construction Worker: “Jonathan?”

(Piper and The Construction worker aids Jonathan.)

Construction Worker: “Sorry Ms. Halliwell, we can’t finish constru- “

(Piper freezes both construction workers.)

Piper: “If you can’t, I will.”

(Piper, tries to blow the shelves, but it did not work.)

Piper: “This wall is going come down one way or another.”

(With full force, Piper blow the shelves down, revealing a book.)

(She wipes the dust off the cover.)

Piper: “The Book of Damned?”

(Puzzled, Piper placed The Book of Damned in the room over and rushed back into the room with the construction workers.)

(Piper unfreezes the construction workers.)

Construction Worker: “-ction here…, wow, Ms. Halliwell, how did you do that?”

Piper: “Well you know, with a little elbow grease, and this sledgehammer.” “Maybe you guys should do some more lifting.”

Construction Worker: “Well we will finish the rest before the end of today Ms. Halliwell.”

Piper: “Ha-ha, Great!” “I will be around the house if you need me.”

[Scene: 9:33 am – At Paige and Henry’s apartment]

Henry: “Paige, I’m headed to work.” “I love you.”

Paige: “I love you too.”

Henry: “Thank you for breakfast.”

Paige: “You are welcome.”

(Paige climbs back into bed.)

Paige: “The twins are at school, Henry has gone it work, and I can get some more shut-eye.”

(Paige’s phone starts to ring.)

Paige: using telekinesis orbing “Silence!”

*” Paige” *

(Piper Calling Paige.)

*” Paige Matthews, get your butt here pronto!” *

Paige: “Fine!”

(Paige Orbs to the Manor.)

Paige: “Hey honey, how may I help you?”

(Piper and Paige examines The Book of Damned.)

(They flip through the book.)

Piper: “To remove someone from time and space?”

Paige: “To vanquished someone’s sprit?”

Piper and Paige: “To revert a being’s powers?”

(Piper hands the book to Paige.)

Piper: “Here you take it.” “Take it home with you”

(Paige looks at Piper puzzled.)

Paige: “Umm, no, thank you.”

Piper: “Wyatt has been kind of rebellious with his magic, so I do not need him getting any ideas.”

Paige: “Honey, yea-no, neither one of us knows what mojo comes along with that book, so peace out!”

(Paige orbs out)

Piper: “Uh, FINE!”

[Scene: 11:45 am – At the doctors with Phoebe and Coop]

Doctor: “Mr. and Ms. Halliwell, you are 38 weeks.” “You can pop any day now.”

Phoebe: “Any day!?” “I thought I had another month or at least a few more weeks.”

Coop: “Relax Phoebe, everything is prepared back at the condo.”

Phoebe: sighs “You are right.” “Thank you, Dr. Vera.” “Coop let’s go.”

Coop: Phoebe, are you ok?”

Phoebe: “Yes I’m fine, I just got to get to condo and summon Grams and let her know”

[Scene: 12:45 pm – Wyatt during lunch period at Frank Lanterman School]

(Wyatt is trying to look for somewhere to sit.)

(Being a freshman and transferring schools, he does not know anyone.)

(Jesse wraps his arms around Wyatt)

Jesse: “Aye yo Wyatt, come sit over here with us

(Jesse Housley, senior, is the caption of the Lacrosse team)

Wyatt: “Umm sure, I guess.”

(Jesse snatches Wyatt’s lunch tray and dumps it on him)

Jesse: “Ha, you really think I like you like that preppy, now get lost!”

(Wyatt storms off into the bathroom.)

Wyatt: “I hate it here!” “I’m sick of school!” “I’m sick of life!” “I’m sick of people!” “Ahh!!”

(The bathroom stalls start to rumble.)

Rafael: “Wyatt?” “Are you ok?”

Wyatt: “What do you want?”

Rafael: “I’m just checking up on you; that’s all.” “I have a change of clothes for you.”

(Rafael walks into the bathroom and hands Wyatt the set of clothes.)

Wyatt: “Thank you…?”

Rafael: “Rafael, Rafael Vázquez”

Wyatt: “Wyatt,” tucks hair behind his ear “Wyatt Halliwell.” “Thank you for the clothes, Rafael. “I got some business take care of.”

(Wyatt dashes out of the bathroom straight back to the lunchroom.)

(He approaches the table where Jesse and his teammates are sitting.)

Wyatt: “Hey, Jesse.”

Jesse: “Back again for more preppy?”

Wyatt: “No, but you are- “

(With his hands behind his back, Wyatt orbs a lunch tray into his hand and thumps it on Jesse’s head.)

Jesse: “Ahh! I’m going to get you for this preppy!”

(Jesse grabs the nearest lunch tray and throws it at Wyatt but misses, hitting another student.)

Female Student: “Bitch!”

(The student throws her try back at Jesse but misses him, hitting a different student.)

Another student: “FOOD FIGHT!”

(Food goes flying everywhere.)

(Wyatt crawls under a table, laughing.)

(As Wyatt continues crawling, he bumps into the Vice Principal.)

The Vice Principal: “Halliwell, what are you d- “

(A lump of mashed potatoes come flying, hitting the Vice Principal right in the face.)

The Vice Principal: spits out the mashed potatoes “oing on the floor?”

[Scene: 2:45 pm – The Manor with Piper]

(The Construction Workers are finished plastering and painting the walls and moving the furniture, giving Wyatt and Chris their own room.)

(Piper and Wyatt walks in from her picking him up from school.)

Piper: “Suspended for 2 days for starting a food fight?!” “Wyatt, what has gotten into you?

Wyatt: “Why are you concerned all of a sudden?”

Piper: “Did you use magic?”

Wyatt: “Yea, why?”

Piper: “Mister, I cannot deal with you now.” “Go up to your room, and I will be telling your father as soon as he comes back from magic school.”

Wyatt: “Whatever!”

(Wyatt orbs up to his room and slams the door.)

Piper: “If I put my hands on him... ooO!”

[Scene: 5:30 pm – Split screen between Phoebe and Paige’s places while they are on the phone with each other]

(Paige is standing over the stove and cooking dinner while Henry Jr and Hayley, Paige and Henry Sr.’s twins, are finishing up homework.)

(Phoebe is stretched out with Coop giving her a food massage.)

Phoebe: “The Book of Damned?” “Never heard of it.”

Paige: “Me either.” “I even asked them up there, and they never heard of it either.”

Henry Jr.: “Mom, what’s for dinner?”

Paige: “Honey, we are having Spaghetti with Garlic bread.”

Phoebe: “So where is the book now?”

Paige: “I left it with Piper.” “I got a bad mojo from it.”

Phoebe: “Maybe I can get a Premonition off of it.”

(Phoebe scenes Paige’s emotions over the phone)

Phoebe: “Oh honey, I can feel your worry about that book.” “Don’t let it get to you.”

Paige: “Stop it!”

Phoebe: “What?” “I can’t help that my powers are expanding.”

(They both share a laugh.)

[Scene: 6:30 pm – Back at the Manor with Piper, Leo, and the kids]

Piper: “Leo, I’m headed to P3.” “Can you please keep the kids out of the attic.” “There is a book that the construction workers and I found.” “I don’t need Wyatt to get a hold of it.” “Also, talk to your son before I backhand him, please.”

Leo: “Sure honey.”

Piper: “Love you.” kisses Leo

Leo: “Love you too.”

(Piper heads out the Manor door.)

[Scene: 7:00 pm – Still at the Manor Leo and the kids in the Conservatory]

(Leo is helping the kid with their homework while catching up with them about their day.)

Leo: “So Wyatt, how was school today?”

Wyatt: “Wel – “

Chris: “Well, I signed up to try out for the soccer team – “

Wyatt: “CHRIS, NOBODY IS TALKING TO YOU!” SO SHUT IT!”

Leo: “Hey Wyatt, that is not how you talk to your brother.”

(Wyatt looks at Leo and blinks, orbing him out the Manor to an ally near P3.)

(Chris pins Wyatt to the wall using Telekinesis)

Chris: “Where did you orb dad!?”

Wyatt: “I’m not telling you!”

Chris: “WHERE IS HE!”

Melinda: “Guys, st – “

Chris and Wyatt: “STAY OUT OF THIS MELINDA!”

(Melinda stayed quiet, worried about where is their dad).

[Scene: 7:37 pm – In the back ally of P3 with Leo was orbed]

(Leo rushes into P3, looking for Piper.)

Leo: “Excuse me.” “Pardon me” “Excuse me.” “Piper, Piper.”

Piper: “Leo, what are you doing here?”

Leo: “The kids started bickering then they stared using magic.”

Piper: “On hell no.” “Steve, watch the club.” “I got a family emergency.

(Piper and Leo rush to the car.)

(Mid-way back Piper calls Phoebe and Paige to meet them at the Manor.)

[Scene: Cuts back to the manor]

Wyatt: *Telekinetic Orbing * “LAMP!”

Chris: Telekinetic Orbing “SHADDER!”

(Wyatt pins to Chris to the wall.)

Chris: “Are you mad because I didn’t like sharing a room with you?” “Or because mom and dad favor me more?”

Wyatt: “Shut up!”

Chris: “Or that you are gay?”

Wyatt: “Shut up!” “Shut up!” Shut up!”

(Wyatt chokes Chris using Telekinesis.)

(Chris eyes roll to the back of his head, and then he collapses.)

Wyatt: “Shit, Shit, Shit!” ‘I think I killed him!”

(Panicking, Wyatt orbs Chris and Melinda to the attic.)

(He grabs the first book, which happens to be The Book of Damned)

(He flips through the book.)

Wyatt: “The resurrect thou dead, perfect.”

“From the angles in the sky,”

“To the demons from below,”

“Resurrect thou from thou dead.”

(The Manor rumbles and lights flashes.)

(As Piper and Leo walk into the attic while Paige orbs in with Phoebe.)

(Paige rushes over to Chris and checks his pulse.)

Paige: “He’s alive.”

(Paige heals Chris.)

Piper: “Wyatt Matthew Halliwell, what in the hell have you done this time?”

Wyatt: “I – I thought I had killed Chris.” “So, I used magic to bring him back alive.”

Chris: “I wasn’t dead dummy.”

(Piper walks over to aid Chris.)

Piper: “Honey, are you ok?”

Chris: “Yea, ask the curly-haired gay son over there.”

(Everyone zooms into Wyatt in shock.)

Piper: “So, this is how all of this started?”

Melinda: “Well, I figured out Wyatt was gay because I used my powers.” “After I found out, I shared it with Chris, which lead him to do some snooping and he found gay romance novels.”

Piper: “Thank you Melinda.” “Leo, I think it’s time for Melinda to go to bed.”

(Leo escorts Melinda to bath, then to bed.)

[Scene: 8:10 pm – In the living room of the Manor]

(Piper, Paige, Phoebe, and Leo are all to processing all that has happened.)

(The kids are all in their rooms.)

Piper: “I need a drink.”

Paige: “Oh honey just take deep breaths.”

(*Phoebe senses Piper’s emotions *)

Phoebe: “Piper I know you’re angry and confused about Wyatt.” “All I can say is be there for him.” “When I sensed his emotions a few weeks back, he waas hurt, afraid of what you would say.” “What both of his parents would say.”

Piper:

Leo: “Paige, you knew too?”

Paige: “Duhh, my gaydar went off long ago.”

Piper: “What are we going to do with Wyatt usi – “

(Creeps sounds from the stairs.)

(Piper, Paige, Phoebe, and Leo turns around to see Prue.)

Phoebe: “Ok, I know I’ve been seeing stuff, but do you all see what I see?”

Piper, Paige, and Phoebe: “Prue?”

Prue: “Yea, I’m Prue” “Who the hell are you?”

Piper: “We are your sisters.”

Prue: “Sisters?” “I don’t have any sisters.”

(Prue was standing there, covered in dust with the same outfit she died in.)

(Prue uses her Telekinesis to cause a Telekinetic Combustion, barely missing Phoebe, hitting the chandelier.)

Paige: “Home!” remote orbing on Phoebe

Piper: “What the hell wrong with you, Prue!?”

(Piper tries to freeze Prue.)

Prue: “Nice party trick.”

(With an evil smirk on her face, Prue astral teleports out the Manor.)

[Scene: 9:45 pm]

(Piper asks Wyatt and Chris to Orb Leo and Melinda to Magic school for safety.)

(Paige orbs herself and Piper to Phoebe’s Condo.)

Paige: “I told you that you that book was no good, Piper.”

Piper: “Yea, you did, don’t rub it in.”

Phoebe: “Did you bring the book?”

Piper: “Yes, why?”

Phoebe: “I’m trying to get a Premonition off of it.”

(Piper and Paige hold onto Phoebe’s shoulders.)

(*in the premonition * Prue in the underworld, sitting on a throne with the source and two other people.)

(flashes time setting changes to Salem Witch times - a fair skinned African woman, possibly a teenager, seen with The Book of Damned.)

(flashes time changes, still in Salem Witch times – Same women, slighter older appearance, is with Melinda Halliwell and The Book of Damned, once again.)

(flashes she turns around and faces the sisters, “GET OUT, NOW!”)

(premonition ends).

Piper: “Well we know where Prue is headed, but why?”

Paige: “Yea, but who the hell was that curly- haired woman?”

Phoebe: “And why was she with Melinda Warren?”

Paige: “Let’s meet the others at Magic School.”

(Paige orbs out with Piper and Phoebe.)

[Scene: Prue in the underworld]

(Prue astral teleports into the underworld.)

Demon: “Ma’am who the hell are you?

(Prue stares at the demon, causing him to explode and to be vanquished.)

Prue: “I’m the new owner of this hellhole.”

THE END

[chaoticminhos]

aesthetic tag <3

thank you @cherriigguk for the tag!!

rules ; bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold

(Soft!) baby pink | iridescent | glitter is always a good option | no bra | minimalistic tattoos | cherry patterns | sweet scented perfumes | wearing generous amounts of blush | doodling hearts | getting excited to pet an animal | fun nails | rewatching old barbie movies | hair sticking to glossed lips | heart shaped sunglasses | taking pictures of the sunset or sunrise | stuffed animals | protecting nature | stickers everywhere | teen movies | the light rain that falls from a clear sky at the beginning of the night |

(dark academia!) neutral tones | masculine outfits | studying languages | worn down copy of books | grey skies | turtleneck sweaters | loose fitting pants | hair tied with a silk ribbon | trying to remember a cool difficult word you read somewhere to use in a convo | thick belts | minimal makeup | windows fogged by rain | vintage jewelry | blouses with cuffed sleeves | reading a murder mystery and trying to solve it | oxford style shoes | sweater vests | subtitled old movies in a language you don’t speak | leaves crackling as you walk | annotating books to express your emotions about the story |

(edgy!) closet full of dark clothes | fishnet tights | makeup sweating off | neon signs | searching for unknown songs | chokers | band tees | doodling on old converses | finding smoking aesthetically pleasing but not doing it | weird humor | accidentally very dramatic | dim lights | layered outfits | chain belts | chipped nail polish | messy hair | low quality pics | piercings | combat boots | scribbling on desks |

(seventies!) colorful wardrobe | doodling flowers | wearing short shorts | using a bikini top or bra as a normal top | listening to ABBA | flowers in your hair | DIYing everything | jamming to songs alone in your room | drunkenly telling your friends you love them | patterned bandanas | mid heeled shoes | messy braids | flared sleeves | walking barefoot on grass or sand | bold sunglasses | the good kind of tired you get after doing something you enjoy for hours | feeding stray animals | fun patterned socks | room decorated with succulents and other plants | likes to go roller skating or skateboarding |

(preppy casual!) collared clothes | drinking juice out of a champagne glass | getting excited to see the met gala looks | thick headbands | small pastel cardigans | making your friends take your ootd pics | plaid mini skirts | tweed two pieces | watching reality tv to pass time | frilly tops | watching old hollywood movies | academically driven | long manicured nails | new year’s eve fireworks | colorful tights | layered gold jewelry | yearns for luxury brand items | decorating your room with fairy-lights | cursive and neat handwriting | lace details

( @cherriigguk ) dried flowers | painting at 2 am in oversized sweater| up until sunrise | abundance of blankets and plushies | minimalistic colours | writing when you can’t sleep | warm banana bread on a winters day | stroking a sleepy dog | big eyeliner | butterfly clips | lo-fi hip hop | glossy lips and rose tinted cheeks | afternoon tea with old friends | oversized cardigans | herbal tea | dainty jewellery | self-care evenings | messy low bun or ponytails | dark hair | too many sketchbooks |

( @chaoticminhos ) rocks in your pockets/bra | finding shapes in clouds | comfort in thunderstorms | sheep | collecting paint samples of pretty colors | sleeping with your favorite stuffed animal | stick n poke tattoos | orange scented things | holding frogs | sitting under the stars | talking to the moon | snails are friends! | talking to animals/bugs | old folk lore | porcelain (clown) dolls | halloween | writing in pen | hairless animals | an odd sense of calm towards heights |

ahh i don’t know who to tag, i wanna see everyone’s response 🥺🥺 if you do this, please tag me so i can see it!!

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Friendship, Stalking, and Romance

Gif credit @lookdudeitsryansitkowski

Hope you all enjoy!!

@chriscrosscerulli

Happy Reading Dollies..

"How do you keep getting yourself into this kinds of situations"? You whispered to Ryan as he hid under the merch table.

"Eleven years of friendship and I don't even know. I guess I'm just hot, these girls are aggressive".

"Wow, you do have a problem". You glanced at the group of girls stampeding their way to the merch table.

"Oh shit. You don't know me". He covered himself with a bunch of boxes and t-shirts.

One of the girls walked up and looked around the tent.

"Can I help you"? You asked with a smile. A smile sells mores shirts than a frown, you thought.

"Probably not, you don't even know the band so what help would that be"? She sarcastically chewed on her gum. Her Justin Bieber shirt starring at you, making you feel uncomfortable.

"First off- do you even listen to their music or did you just see a picture from your cooler friend that probably brought you here and go omg he's like so cute"? You flipped your hair as your preppy voice took over and you would have laughed saying it but did it with a straight face.

"Second- I've known the band for about six years and personally known Ryan the one you're hunting for eleven".

"So I ask again, can I help you"?

"Bitch". She scoffed and walked off with her herd of vultures.

"Ryan Sitkowski"! You jerked Ryan up by his ear from his fetal position underneath the table.

"Thank god they're gone". You scrunched up your eyebrows and punched him in the arm.

"Oww, that hurt". He whined rubbing his tattooed arm.

"I'm really about to hurt you. You're so stupid for even looking at those girls. Every time you go on tour it's the same thing over and over. A herd of girls tracking your sweat like a bloodhound and I have to take shit from them and save you".

"What's your problem"? He asked crossing his arms across his chest.

"You know what, fuck you". You pushed past Ryan who was shocked. He just stood there, like what the fuck just happened. 

The day was getting hotter and hotter, you wanted to go back to the merch tent but every time you sneaked by it Ryan was there. So you kept walking and listening to the bands playing at different stages.

You heard on the loud speaker calling for motionless in white fans and you sighed a sigh of relief he would be gone enough time for you to get a much needed cold drink.

"Hey Y/N". Josh waved you over to the stage that you passed and it happened to be the stage they were performing on.

"Yeah"? You groaned as you leaned against the hot metal stairs, your body ached from all the walking.

"Have you seen Ryan"?

"What are you taking about, I just saw him at the tent".

"He was there but then a group of Bieber lovers came by and trashed the merch table looking for him".

"That's his problem, I'm done with his games". You squinted your eyes looking up.

"If he's not on this stage we can't play and we're going to have a angry mob of teenagers on our hand so please can you find him"?

"Oh my god, okay". You growled pushing yourself off the stairs.

You looked high and low for him. Checked the tour bus, wasn't there. Checked under all the bands tables, tour buses, behind the stage and even asked security to help but no one could find him. So you gave him a call as you past the porterpotties there you heard his ringtone in one of the stalls.

You slowly crept up and opened the door with caution. There sat Ryan. His hands covered his head as if someone was going to hit him.

"What the hell are you doing"?

"Are they gone, did they follow you"? He asked looking around outside, grabbing your arm pulling you in and closing the door.

"This is disgusting". You pinched your nose to keep the smell out. You were going to be sick. 

"Well its a safe place for me, okay".

"Ahh your fan group giving you troubles"?

"Very funny. You have to help me".

"No I said I was done and I mean it".

"Y/N please". Ryan begged with his puppy dog eyes. That made you give in all the time. This time is no different.

"Fine". You stomped your foot.

"Let's go". You took his hand in yours and cracked the door open and peeked out. No preppy gang of girls anywhere so you took your chance and ran for the stage.

Almost at the stage the group of girls were heading your way and fast, they were on a mission. They wanted them some Ryan. 

"Oh shit, oh shit. I'm a dead man". Ryan panicked behind you. You bit your lip trying to think of an idea.One popped in your head but you didn't think Ryan would go for it. 

Looking at Ryan you took a deep breath. "You trust me"? 

"Yeah, always". Ryan nodded.

You grabbed Ryan by the shoulders, bringing him close to you and kissed his lips. Ryan's eyes went saucer size, it took him by surprise. You pecked his lips as if it was a first kiss and pulled away. It left Ryan breathless. He leaned in and kissed you but sweetly and tenderly. Now this time you were breathless.

You both were caught up in the moment you hadn't seen the girls pass. Ryan cupped your face, his tongue traced your teeth asking for an invitation to your mouth. You tongues danced to the music playing in the back ground and that's when it hit you. You had to get him to the stage in time. 

Pulling away you grabbed his hand from your face and lead him to the motionless in white stage. Ryan's gaze never leaving you when he went on stage. Rocking out to the music you spotted the herd of girls with their cool friend, they look like they were bitching about something. They had their hands coving their ears and a look of horror on their faces which made you smile. 

After the encore Ryan met up with you at the merch tent. He had the biggest smirk on his face. 

"What"? You asked, folding a shirt. 

"Why didn't you tell me"?

"I don't know what you're talking about there friend".

"The kiss"?

"I was hiding you and that's all I could think of doing in a open space with no shelter". " Your welcome by the way".

"You're right I should thank you". Ryan pulled you close to his body, his lips grazed yours. You feel his heart beating fast, you hoped he could feel yours doing the same. 

"Thank you Y/N". Ryan kissed your lips deeply, your hands went to his hair tangling your hands in it. His hands went to your waist, slowly creeping to your butt until he had a handful of it giving it a squeeze. 

"I thought you were friends". You got pulled out of your hot makeout session by the Justin Bieber shirt wearing stalker. 

"Things change". Ryan smiled at you which made you blush a shade of red. 

"Yeah so run along back to your mommy". You shooed her away with your hand. She huffed and stomped away.

"So"? You asked Ryan.

"I'm yours, no one can take me away". 

"No more games or stalkers"?

"No games I promise but I think I will always have a group of girls after me. What can I say I'm sexy". You smacked his arm as he pulled you back into his embrace, kissing your cheek with a chuckle. 

Ryan was right though he is sexy. 

[sixx6ixxsixx]

Major In Living

Pairings: Vince Neil/ Nikki Sixx/ Tommy Lee

Characters: Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Vince Neil, Mick Mars

Rating: M

Warnings: Emetophobia

Summary: Somehow, they’d gotten into college- not all of them through conventional means and now Mötley Crüe are about to meet for the first time. 

Notes: Mick will be here eventually, just wait. This isn’t my main priority story either so updates might be slower for it.

Really this was just because someone fucker had told him he couldn’t. Nikki didn’t like being told what he could and couldn’t do but now, as he looked at the old building in front of him, he wished he’d let this one slide. Why did he even need to go to college? All he wanted to do was party and make music. He hadn’t gotten the grades he needed to get in, it would’ve helped if he was ever at school, so he had called on some old friends to sneak his name on the lists. Getting the money to pay for it was done with about as much legality as getting in had been. He’d run a few high end drug deals and beat up a couple of rich guys- nothing exactly new to him but still, a part of his life he’d hoped he’d left behind. It was definitely over now though. It was just too much for him. 

He hadn’t known if he had gotten in or not until two weeks ago and now he was here, alone and nervous. When he’d received the letter, he had just finished the last run for his payment. He had been debating with himself whether or not this was all worth it but, between nearly getting himself killed to pay for it and his ex telling him he wouldn’t be good enough to go, Nikki knew he had to try.

His ex was always telling him shit like that. It didn’t start off that way but over the few months they’d been together, he’d gotten real mean towards Nikki. Nikki had moved in pretty much instantly, fed up with living on the streets but eventually decided homelessness was better for him than this sorry excuse for a relationship. The break up had resulted in a fight, Nikki had to go to a friends to get patched up, the stitches in the top of his arm were still healing from the knife wound.

The key to the dorm felt like the key to a new world, not really one he was looking forward to. A dirty, cold, kind of sticky pass to a place he’d never even thought of being in until a few months ago. He’d had run ins with college kids before, they always thought they were better than everyone else. Preppy assholes. 

The corridors to his room were loud and smelt of teen awkwardness. Nikki looked around the bedroom, the other guy hadn’t moved in yet. Dibs on top bunk. He threw his bag on the bed and started poking around the drawers and cupboards. He’d kind of hoped he’d find a clue on what it was he was supposed to be doing here, a handbook or something. Nothing. Maybe his roommate would understand this all a bit more than he did, he might be able to get hints or something. 

*******

It was a few hours later that some blonde beach kid kicked the door open. The door swung crashing against the wall behind it, the shake knocking both Nikki and the radio into reality. Nikki lunged to catch it from the edge of his bunk as he glared at his new roommate. A pretty motherfucker if Nikki had to admit it, not that he would. 

He had three or four large bags with him, someone's parents clearly haven’t abandoned him, Nikki thought as he watched him saunter in. The long hair never touched his blue eyes, not like Nikki’s whose black fringe covered his entirely. He looked up at Nikki with a grimace, “Guess I’m bottom.” The blonde glared and Nikki smirked, yeah, you fucking are, he couldn’t help himself. He’d heard stories of pretty boys like that being turned into dorm sluts and he looked the type. 

Nikki threw glances at him as he watched the guy claim the rest of the cupboard space and drawers, not that Nikki had used much of it himself. He didn’t exactly have a lot, not compared to him. 

“I’m Nikki.” He mumbled, eyes glued to the ceiling, he wasn’t exactly good at making friends.

“I’m Vince. Want me to leave space for when the rest of your stuff’s delivered?” Vince was struggling to fit his stuff in his “half” of the cupboards.

Nikki paused and looked at him. No one here knew him, knew his past. No one here had to know that his parents never loved him and that he didn’t have enough possessions to fill half a room. “Nah, I’m leaving my stuff there, don’t need it all here.” He shrugged. It might be nice to pretend his whole life hadn’t been a shitshow so far. 

Vince nodded and filled in the rest of the space. He noticed the guitar case in the corner and smiled. “In a band?” 

“I was, finished with them before I left. London. Bunch of dicks wouldn’t know showmanship if it fucked them.” He snorted. “You?”

Vince smiled, “Rock Candy, we’re still together though. Got something good with them, I think.”

“I think I’ve heard of them... cover band, right?” 

“Yeah.” Vince stiffened up, he was used to defending himself but he liked where it got him with the girls... and some of the guys but mainly the girls. 

Nikki raised his eyebrows, “You do you, man. My next band is gonna be something new. Explosive.” He settled back down, looking at the ceiling, a small smile creeping across his face. 

Vince sat down on his bed, ducking his head and fingering the mattress above him. A flyer on the dresser caught his eye and he reached over to read it. 

“It’s for a party tomorrow, probably some frat thing.” Nikki looked down from his bunk.

“You going?” 

He shrugged, “Booze.” 

Vince laughed and nodded, “And girls.” He reached an arm out and Nikki clapped their hands together. This could be amazing. 

*************

The party was crazy, the music was loud, the drinks were flowing and clothes were already falling off. By the time they’d arrived, Nikki had already taken off his leather jacket. He was wearing dark, tight clothes with chains hanging low. He looked like a magpie next to Vince wearing a ripped white t-shirt and light blue jeans. They looked like opposites but both equally attractive. That’s what Tommy thought anyway as he watched them walk towards the door. He’d been out chatting up girls with cigarette tricks when he’d clapped eyes on the two roommates. He looked like a messy mixture of the two in his animal print leggings and lack of shirt. 

Tommy nodded at them as they reached the path. “Party up there?” Vince looked up at the house.

“Yeah man, this is my place, I’m Tommy!” He held his hand out, hitting fives with the both of them. 

“I’m Nikki, this is Vince. We’re two rows down.” He smiled, watching some girls stagger inside. 

“Ahh, man, nice. Party at yours next time then!” Tommy grinned, stubbing out his cigarette. “You coming in?” 

***********

The night was big, the boys made friends and enemies pretty quick and they were drunk before 11. A few guys had tried to fight them outside while they were smoking, Tommy had jumped in and the three of them had gotten rid of them with nothing but a few scrapes. As they sat in a circle with about fifteen other students, Nikki felt his head spin and realised he might be able to get used to this. Fun. 

He watched as a girl took her turn at spinning the bottle, wasting no time in making out with the jock looking lad across from her. It was his turn now and, so far, no one had landed on him so this would be his first kiss of the night. He’d been eyeing up a pretty redhead but he couldn’t really see any bad options here either. 

As he reached over and spun the bottle, he caught Tommy staring at him. He found himself licking his lips as he thought about him. As if the universe heard, the bottle stopped pointing directly at Tommy and the circle erupted into a fit of “Ayyyyy”s. Nikki grinned and shrugged, smiling as Tommy did the same. 

He moved over towards him and leaned in, all he could smell was cheap booze and smoke, Tommy must have been the only person he knew who could pull that off. Their lips collided and Nikki felt a fire inside himself burn. Tommy pulled him closer, scraping his teeth against Nikki’s lip as Nikki ran his hands across his bare chest. 

Nikki didn’t want to pull away but it was Vince’s turn now so he down next to Tommy and waited. He didn’t have to wait long, it was pointing right him. He wasn’t sure about this, he was living with Vince. The way the blonde was crawling over to him said he had nothing to worry about though. Vince perched in his lap and began lazily making out with him, there wasn’t the same kind of fire here but it was comfortable. He liked it anyway. 

*****************

The game ended soon after when a girl threw up on her twin sister. Tommy took Vince and Nikki to his room; they’d all run out of cigarettes. As they each tried to roll the tobacco, they giggled at the sorry excuses they were creating in their drunken state. Tommy flopped down onto his bed, he didn’t share a room, and it creaked loudly. Nikki thought it might have broke under him but he was way too skinny to actually weigh anything. 

“What are we gonna do? No ones gonna give us cigs and everyone’s too fucked here to roll.” Tommy asked.

“We can go outside and see if anyone can help.” Vince smiled, laying down next to him. 

“Outside doesn’t have cute girls and beds.” Tommy pouted.

Nikki laughed, “Neither do you.” 

“What do you mean? Vince is a very pretty girl and he’s in my bed.”

“Fuck you, man, we all know I’d fuck your ass.” 

“Is that an offer?” Tommy waggled his eyebrows and Nikki burst into a fit of laughter. Tommy wasn’t expecting Vince to launch himself at him, sucking a deep red mark into his neck. He wasn’t complaining though, one hand grabbed Vince’s ass, the other tangled itself into his hair as he groaned and guided their lips to meet. 

As hot as this was, Nikki felt like a third wheel. It was a strangely familiar feeling, unwanted, leftover. He reached for the door when Tommy spoke, “Where are you going? We can get cigs after.” He reached out his hand. Nikki looked at Vince and, when he saw him smile, he took Tommy’s hand and sat on the bed. He raked his fingers through Tommy’s hair as he went back to kissing Vince. 

Vince undid his pants, pulling away from the kiss. “You should try his mouth, Nik. I’m gonna see what else it can do.”

Eagerly, Nikki dove in for his second kiss with Tommy tonight. He explored and teased him with teeth and tongue until he felt his lips go numb. He pulled away and followed Vince, pulling his jeans down just enough to release his cock. Vince kissed Tommy once more before looking him in the eyes, “You gonna be a good host? Look after us for a while?” 

Tommy’s eyes were wide, he’d never done this before and his head was already spinning. “I... uh, yeah?” Vince grinned and moved him to the floor, on his knees. 

He looked up at both men, they were stunning. When Nikki moved his face closer to his crotch, Tommy began to panic but he wanted this. He was worried he’d be shit and they’d leave, he didn’t want that. He licked his lips and began leaving open mouth kisses along Nikki’s half hard erection. A few seconds later Vince was moving him for the same treatment. As the two men above him moaned and his confidence grew, Tommy opened his mouth and slid half of Nikki into his mouth. Nikki wasn’t even the biggest he’d ever seen- nowhere near- but still, Tommy felt himself gag. He pulled away and threw up on the floor, the room seemed to be spinning faster than ever. 

Nikki and Vince jumped back to avoid the splash and starred as their new friend nearly passed out in his own vomit. It took a moment for it to sink in, what was happening, but when it did, Nikki went and got him a glass of water. Vince helped him back onto the bed, laying him down. 

“Dude, what the fuck was that?” He laughed, hoping to hide the concern.

“I don’t know. Drink? First time oral? Could’ve been anything.” Tommy went quiet. “You know you can go, right? You don’t have to stay.” 

“You helped us during that fight outside, we’re just repaying the favour.” Nikki said, handing him the glass.

“Plus we got half a blowjob so it’s not like you didn’t try.” Vince stroked his back carefully. “We can go if you want us to though.” 

Tommy was quiet again but it was obvious what wanted when he moved into Vince’s hand on his back. Vince looked up at Nikki who was already undressing and laying down. “Freshers, man, we’re meant to do dumb shit.”

“I’m the dumbest shit you’ll ever meet.” Tommy mumbled. Vince laughed loud and flopped down. They were all at strange angles and practically on top of each other just so they’d fit. 

“And we’d have done you if we could.” Vince assured him.

“Do you both mind getting up early tomorrow? I have to enroll at like 9:30.” He sighed at the thought of getting up that early.

“I don’t, I’ve gotta do the same anyway. Fucking music theory better be worth it.” Nikki grumbled, already falling asleep. 

“Oh my fuck, man. That’s me. Think we’ll be in the same class?” Tommy nearly slapped him with excitement. 

“I saw a few of my mechanics lot tonight. They seem like pricks.” Vince curled up to Nikki tighter. 

“That’s cool, you’re in a band anyway so you’re music by default.” Nikki yawned.

“Just hang out with us.” Tommy waited a moment for a reply until he heard a soft snore come from the blonde. He listened to him for a second enjoying the company. “Nik... you ever lived away from home?” 

“Yeah, for a while now. Why?” 

“I’ve not.”

“Nervous?” Nikki looked over at him as he nodded. “Don’t be, you fit in great here.” He swore he felt his heart flutter when Tommy smiled at him and kissed his cheek before settling down and drifting off.