#romeo is not a fuckboy bites you bites you bites you

[aibafiles]

in my romeo & juliet opinion haver era again i just saw A Take and i was gonna write a Response about it but im just quietly seething

[nbrook29]

99 🖤🖤

Hello there! You’re officially my last dialogue prompt 🤩 I’m sorry this took so long, anon, I hope you’re gonna like it at least a little 🤓

I don’t take prompts for this challenge anymore. Just wanted to put that out there 😇 There are so many amazing ones on that list, but as of now I have 3 WIPs and one additional one in the works and I’d like to finish them before wtfock ends 😅

Anywho, here you go!

99. “I don’t think I’ve ever played spin the bottle.”

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Robbe is going to kill Moyo. 

In fact, he's going to kill all three of his so-called friends because none of them protested when Moyo, tipsy and on his way to drunk, announced that this party sucked and was in dire need of some spice. 

He wishes he had listened to his past self and stayed home just like he had originally planned. It was supposed to be a quiet night in, editing videos or maybe spent in bed rewatching Romeo and Juliet in peace with no broers around to mock his movie choice while stuffing his face with onion chips and pretending the movie does not make him emotional, no sir. The wetness in his eyes must be sweat, not tears.

Then, after the movie would have ended, his sulking levels high, it would be time for his favorite activity of recent - daydreaming about reality in which he actually had the fucking guts to make a proper move instead of turning red everytime a certain someone was in his close proximity; smiling at him with that perfect sweet lovely smile that turned his already gorgeous features so much more beautiful that Robbe could weep.

And doesn’t that sound like a magnificent evening?

It may sound kinda lame, Robbe is a man enough to admit that, but the prospect of spending the night watching his friends salivating over girls they can’t get being the alternative wouldn't be particularly alluring to anyone, he guesses. Especially since he never partakes in that salivating part himself, instead chugging one beer after another and playing his designated role of a wallflower. 

Story of his life.

The whole thing just plain sucks, because it’s not like his friends aren’t well aware of the fact that Robbe’s interests lie elsewhere and that he’s usually bored out of his mind at those parties. But when there’s at least a semi-attractive girl around them they don’t care about anything else but getting her number and Robbe’s not exactly their priority then. In fact, he could well enough not be there at all and it wouldn’t make much difference. It happens every time they drag him along to those parties and every time he just stands there, rolling his eyes on their embarrassing attempts of flirting. 

Not like he’s the master of flirting himself, but even he’s not capable of stooping as low as they usually do.

This time, he reluctantly agreed to come to this one, against his better judgement, after Jens bugged him about it for their entire biology class, trying to convince him it was going to be more of a small gathering rather than a party. And frankly speaking, he did that just to make him shut up so mrs Jansen stopped glaring at him. Like he was the one running his mouth.

Once Robbe said the magic words “I’ll be there” there was no way of getting out of it. Still, his plan was to come by for an hour or two to get the broers of his back, drink a few beers, talk to Jana maybe, and then quietly leave when everyone would be too drunk and too busy tonguing at each other's tonsils to notice he's gone. 

But to his surprise, the party turned out not to be the typical banger they usually attended. It wasn’t even that bad and he was kinda having fun since he wasn't forced to play the guys' sidekick-gay-friend this time around and instead was dragged by Zoe to the kitchen to drink shots with her, Jana and Luca right after he arrived.

However, parties are not really his scene in general so when it started getting really late he finished his last Buttery Nipple shot composed by Luca (don’t ask) and was just about to make an apologetic face at the girls and say his goodbyes. 

But then Noor and Brit arrived. 

With him.

And Robbe almost swallowed his tongue.

Nobody should have the right to look this good but there he was, laughing with Milan in the hall while taking his signature leather jacket off, running a hand through his smooth like silk hair (Robbe's convinced it's indeed very silky) to ruffle it a little like it ever needed any styling, and in general looking like he had just walked out of Robbe's dream straight into Milan's apartment. 

Sander Driesen.

The reason for Robbe’s cheeks being permanently stained pink as of late.

They met at one of those after school clubs led by Amber several weeks ago that Robbe came to only because he agreed (after pretty much being blackmailed into it) to play Aaron’s wingman in winning Amber’s heart. 

He was gone as soon as those green eyes met his and the boy in front of him, wearing a black Bowie t-shirt and a leather jacket, shook his hand while smiling a little unsurely but still friendly, never breaking their eye contact as he introduced himself in a honey-like voice that penetrated every cell of his body, knees buckling a little, heart stuttering, the whole shebang.

He’s still thanking god he managed to hold back the whimper that was about to get out when he was saying his own name back.

Needless to say, the meeting became much more bearable after that.

Even having to witness Aaron’s cringeworthy attempts of gaining Amber’s attention weren’t that bad anymore. Not when they made Sander chuckle under his breath and catch his eye over Amber’s shoulder, winking at Robbe with a mischief dancing in his eyes as he bit his lip to keep his own laugh at bay. 

And then, Amber came up with some stupid “love excercise” or whatever the fuck she called it and made them all hold hands in a circle. She claimed it released stress and spread positivity or some other bullshit, but Robbe was convinced it was just a ploy she came up with to hold the school’s number one fuckboy Senne’s hand (who, if Robbe had to guess, also wasn’t there out of his own free will). 

Robbe wasn’t a very touchy-feely person, especially with people he had no business of touching in the first place so the whole thing was beyond painful. Thankfully, Jana came to his rescue, snatching his right hand as they exchanged smirks over Amber’s lofty speech about positive energy filling their bodies.

But then someone else gently took his other hand and when he went to inspect who it was, annoyance already starting to creep in, his mouth went dry, eyes going up, up, up the person’s leather-clad arm before stopping on Sander’s face, looking far too entertained.

The boy took an overly deep breath, eyes closed and face feigning seriousness, breathing out loudly.

“Ahh, I can already feel that rush of energy,” Sander leaned in to whisper to him, a teasing tilt to his voice making Robbe giggled at his antics. 

“I guess Amber was right then.”

“No no, I don’t think it’s Amber’s techniques, I just think it’s because of you.”

Robbe just gaped at this shameless flirting, receiving another wink when caught blushing deep pink. Sander seemed unfazed though, totally chill, like saying lame lines and winking at boys was in his everyday repertoire. It definitely wasn’t like that for Robbe, and definitely not from boys as cute as Sander.

He should have probably rolled his eyes at him, called him cocky and full of himself. And yet.

There was something about Sander’s demeanor that screamed it was all a facade, and that underneath there was a huge dork that came out right after that guard was let down. Robbe couldn’t even be annoyed with the smug winking because it was adorned with such a cute smile that it called for a fond eye roll rather than scoffing.

Before he could form at least a half cool response, Amber started shushing all of them with a bossy face, glaring at every person that dared to make a sound. So with a rush of sudden boldness, Robbe just squeezed Sander’s hand and looked at him from under his lashes, biting his lip in an attempt at being coy (and cringing at himself internally) despite his body thrumming with nerves standing this close to Sander, and for some unknown reason it brought the desired effect. 

Sander kept smiling at him surreptitiously throughout the entire meeting, making him laugh with his playful faces at some of Amber’s more ridiculous statements, and it felt like they had an entire conversation even though they didn’t exchange one word during that half an hour.

When they were finally free to go home it was after 21, Robbe realized with a whine. After they all collected their things and were ready to leave, Sander turned around in the doorway, searching for Robbe’s eyes while ignoring the rest of their friends crowding against the door, and when Robbe glanced furtively into his direction his expression turned almost bashful as he said bye, Robin.

And then again with the winking.

Good god this boy.

And how cute it was he couldn’t actually wink? It looked more like a reinforced blinking, but he still looked cute doing it.

Once Robbe came back home that evening, thoughts occupied with bleached hair and the smell of leather jacket, he couldn’t stop himself from searching for Sander’s social media. In just one sitting he gathered a handful of information, finding out Sander was a year older and recently transferred to his school (which would explain how he had missed him in the corridors). He also had a photo with Amber down at the bottom of his profile and from the caption it seemed like they were cousins. 

Robbe’s fingers hovered over the ‘follow’ button, but he didn’t want to seem like a stalker so he just closed the app, throwing his phone on his bed in exasperation feeling sorry for himself and his inexperience in talking to boys.

The universe decided to be graceful for him for once in his life though and put Sander on his path again only 3 days later.

Like every Saturday afternoon Robbe was in the skate park with the broers, taking piss of one another’s skills and trying out new tricks while basking in the October sun that felt more like it was full on spring rather than the beginning of fall. He was in the middle of showing off some of his best tricks to the sounds of his friends hollering when he caught sight of bleached hair in his peripheral, almost falling straight on his ass. But luck was on his side and he avoided making a spectacle out of himself. 

Once he was safely on the ground, skateboard under his foot, he glanced in the direction of white hair one more time to see Sander lowering his vintage camera and whistling, making an impressed face and promptly causing Robbe to downcast his eyes bashfully.

“Hey.”

“Hey, Robin.” 

Robbe sighed. “It’s Robbe.”

“I know, but isn’t that a cute nickname?”

Robbe ducked his head, smiling a little to himself, cursing the heat rising in his cheeks. “Are you always this annoying?”

For a moment, Sander seemed to be taken aback, but then he must have noticed the teasing glint in Robbe’s eyes because he relaxed visibly, confidence back on his face.

Then, easily and offhandedly, he said, “No, just with very certain people.”

If Robbe had any doubts before about Sander taking immense pleasure out of teasing him, he didn’t anymore. He was flashed with another mischievous smile and then Sander nodded at the bowl.

“That was pretty awesome.”

“Thanks.” Robbe scratched at the back of his neck self-conciously, ignoring his friends’ intrigued faces and praying they didn’t say anything stupid. “To be honest, these aren’t even that difficult, anybody could do them...”

“Pff, I tried this skateboarding thing once and let me tell you, I was an absolute disaster so don’t sell yourself short.” Sander nudged at his shoulder with a knowing look, the contact sending a shiver through Robbe’s entire body. 

“So what are you doing here if you suck at it?” He sent him a toothy grin when Sander gaped at his brazen words, faux-scandalized. 

He then lifted his camera swiftly and took a photo of Robbe’s dumbfounded face.

“I’m only around this deadly thing to take artsy pictures of cute boys.”

Looking very proud of himself, Sander laughed at his indignant spluttering, refusing to show Robbe the photo at first, giving in a few seconds later under his killer pout (Sander’s words). 

“So, is this where you spend your afternoons?” he asked casually once they sat down at a nearby bench, Sander scrolling through his camera roll and showing him the photos.

Robbe nodded, watching Aaron from afar attempting the backside ollie and failing miserably. It pulled out a snort from Sander.

“Well, you’re definitely better at it than your friends.”

Elbowing him in the side as a sign of loyalty to his friends, he replied. “Jens is actually better than me.”

Sander sent him a curious look. “Is he your boyfriend?”

“What?! Eww, no! I have way better taste than that.” It’s not like he’d admit he had crushed on his best friend a year ago. So, hopefully, he sounded convincing.

Sander lifted his hands in surrender, laughing at his outburst. “Okay, okay, message received, only the cutest boys for you,” he paused, biting at his lip to hold his smirk. “Makes sense,” he muttered under his breath, but Robbe heard him anyway.

Later that day, he got a instagram notification that informed him that earthlingoddity was following him as of now and damn if that didn’t make Robbe’s heart beat faster.

earthlingoddity sent you a link

S: Considering today’s unfortunate incident, I made you a bowie playlist, need to teach the youngsters like you the real music 😎😏

The first message from Sander made him scoff, but he rolled his eyes at himself anyway when he remembered his conversation with him at the skatepark, asking about the shirt and prompting Sander to quiz him about David Bowie’s songs.

Robbe hid his face in his hands at the mere memory.

Space Cowboy.

How embarrassing. 

Sander tried so hard not to burst out laughing at Robbe’s confusion when his answer was met with a blank stare, bless him.

R: So you're one of those people?

S: What people?

R: Self-righteous hipsters 😜

S: Now now Robin

No need for names 😩

R: It's Robbe

R o b b e

S: Okay Robin ;)

R: 🙄

Unbelievable

S: So 

What's up? 🙃

They kept up at this casual texting for 2 recent weeks, getting to know each other, and Sander confirming that he does, in fact, have a soft side. Robbe also realized he was a much bolder person when no face to face interaction was required when he had more time before responding to Sander. Then there were the occasional “hellos” at school when they crossed paths in the halls, but so far their friendship, if he could even call it that, hadn’t evolved further.

In fact, this party was the first time Robbe had seen him in a week.

Their eyes met for a few short seconds and Robbe waved at him, immediately after wanting to bang his head at the table because who the fuck waves these days? 

Sander didn’t seem to mind this dorky display at all, beaming at him from across the hallway and not paying much attention to Milan who was talking his ear off. A second later, he was out of Robbe’s sight, dragged by Milan and the girls to the living room, leaving him staring longingly after him. 

Before Robbe got his shit together and on shaky legs went there to maybe squeeze out a few words to him, Moyo was already on his way of arranging people into a circle and producing a bottle to spin. 

What a bad fucking timing.

This was so not Robbe’s idea of fun so he started to surreptitiously backing off to the hall to slide out the door but Jana, the traitor, grabbed his arm and sat him next to her, seeming very excited about the game.

It’s not like he was the only one reluctant to play though. Sander’s face looked rather bemused too.

“Come oooon, Sander,” Noor groaned at him, pulling at his sleeve relentlessly to make him plop his butt on her left side. “You promised to leave that sulky slash lovesick face at home and have fun. This is fun!”

“I think we have a different definition of fun, darling,” he retorted, his gaze sweeping through the half-drunk faces, stopping at Robbe’s for a millisecond. It was so quick he thought he imagined the apprehensive look on his face, but then Sander did sit down, letting out a long-suffering sigh and promptly avoided his gaze throughout the game. Which was clearly an intentional effort because they sat exactly opposite each other.

To say Robbe was confused would be an understatement.

And that’s how he finds himself here, sitting in a circle amongst his friends and several strangers who keep hollering and shoving tongues in each other’s throats. He had one close call when the bottle spinned by a redhead girl almost pointed at him, making him hold his breath but then stopping on Moyo sitting on his other side, who was way more eager to fill the deed.

When it’s finally Sander’s turn to spin the bottle, Robbe's heart starts beating double time and he twists his fingers nervously. He realizes with dread that there is no good outcome of this situation; if it lands on any of his friends or any of those few people he only vaguely recognizes, he’s going to have to watch Sander play tonsil tennis with them and his stomach turns unpleasantly with something akin to jealousy at the mere thought. 

But if it lands on him?

Oh god.

The bottle is spinning already, Robbe having missed the moment Sander put it in motion, too busy wrangling with his thoughts about what he should do. The fact Sander has been avoiding his eyes ever since they started this stupid game makes him even more nervous about the whole thing. 

Then the bottle stops, pointing at him so accurately that it leaves no room for question.

And Sander’s face positively falls.

Sitting near him Jens and Moyo are giving him subtle thumbs up and not so subtle shit-eating grins with Aaron next to them clearly confused at their behavior all the while Sander looks like he’s in pain.

Eyes glued to the floor, body rigid, looking like he’d want to be anywhere but here.

People are staring at them, waiting for something to happen and Robbe feels nauseous.

And so humiliated. 

How could he misinterpret Sander’s behavior so much? And it’s not even that, not really. Does the idea of kissing him disgusts him that much he can’t even give him one stupid kiss to avoid putting Robbe on the spot?

From the corner of his eye he can see Noor elbowing Sander in the side and there’s an entire conversation happening between them without one word being uttered. 

Then, several things happen at once. The boys let go of any subtlety and start whooping and hollering like they want to force Sander to make some kind of move, there’s a loud whack coming from the kitchen where one of the couples went to continue their PDA so Jana and Zoe get up to check the damage and then Adi, who has been rummaging through the liquor cabinet for the last ten minutes, yells that he found a ten year old whiskey, making the broers scrambling off the floor to get their hands on it.

The rest of the people are still here with them though. Still staring. And Sander still seems to be rooted to the spot.

And Robbe has had enough. 

Ignoring Noor’s soft Robbe, he gets up and with a heavy heart almost runs to the door, putting his jacket on in a haste, frustration and shame cursing through his body as he runs down the stairs two step at a time, wanting to get outside as fast as he can.

The cold air washes over him once he reaches the entrance and he breaths in shakily, feeling his eyes welling up despite his hardest efforts not to cry.

It just hurts. It really hurts. And if he’s being honest with himself, the fact that there have been witnesses to his humiliation is a small part of the reason why he feels this way. It’s about the fact that it was Sander.

Sander. This boy who let him believe there may actually be someone interested in him. In that way. Sander, who flirted with him, complimented him, smiled at him, listened to him and sent him Bowie playlists.

Sander, who he felt more connected to recently than to any of his friends. 

He wipes at his eyes angrily, scoffing at the fact that this asshole was able to make him cry, when he hears rushed steps on the sidewalk behind him.

“Robbe!”

Walking faster, he tries to ignore the sound until there’s a hand on his shoulder stopping him in his tracks. He turns around ready to blow out in Sander’s face but the boy is faster.

“I’m so sorry for that,” he pants, voice tinted with desperation, apologies written across his face as his eyes flit all over Robbe’s like he’s trying to read his mind.

But Robbe only lets out a humorless laugh. “No worries, I understand, you were very clear. Point taken,” he sneers, starting to walk again.

“No, you don’t understand,” Sander pleads with him, taking his hand in his own to keep him from leaving. Robbe wants to pull it back, but the distressed look in Sander’s eyes makes him hesitate. “I didn’t want our first kiss to be a part of some stupid game. Not when I spent weeks trying to come up with a perfect scenario for our first kiss in my head.”

Robbe promptly loses his breath at his confession. 

“You wanted to kiss me before?” 

“Ever since I saw you,” Sander confirms in a small voice. His demeanor lacks the confidence Robbe got acquainted with, ripped of any trace of the usual conckiness. Instead, Sander appears almost shy, biting his lip nervously as if waiting for a blow and heart-breaking rejection.

There won’t be a rejection though. Not tonight. 

Without second-guessing himself, Robbe takes that one step that still separates them and seals their lips together, hands drifting to Sander’s rosy cheeks on their own, like there was a magnet pulling them in. Sander is stunned at first, his lips unresponsive, but it only takes about three seconds for his brain to catch up and then.

Then.

Then there’s Chernobyl in Robbe’s head.

Fuck.

The way this boy kisses.

Phew.

Robbe’s brain shuts off as Sander’s mouth moves over his with intention, sliding together in a rhythm that leaves him breathless. It’s almost impossible to keep all the noises that threaten to escape inside, one small whimper getting out without Robbe’s accord, but it’s okay because it gets swallowed by Sander’s unyielding lips right after it leaves Robbe’s, making Sander pull him even closer.

Eventually, they have to stop, getting dizzy from the lack of air. When their mouths do separate though it’s only for a centimeter and they keep panting in that small space between them, soon breaking out in quiet giggles.

“I've wanted to kiss you ever since I saw you too. Ever since that stupid meeting,” Robbe admits, feeling brave and like he’s floating on air, no confession scary enough right now. Sander looks very pleased with his words, and Robbe can feel the telltales of his regular confident smile coming back to his face under his lips when Sander pecks him softly.

Then, he draws back, regarding Robbe with eyes full of mischief.

“I only joined to meet you.”

That makes Robbe cock his brow in surprise and he searches his face for a lie or at least a joke, but he doesn’t find any. “You saw me before?”

There’s a pause and then Sander’s smile turns softer. “I saw you the first day of school.”

And, wow. He did not expect such a turn of events. 

“You were sitting at a lunch table with your friends, deep in thought, looking so beautiful you took my breath away. It felt like I saw an angel.”

Blood floods Robbe’s cheek and he drops his eyes under Sander’s intense gaze, because he’s not used to such praise, or praise whatsoever. And then there’s Sander, looking at him like he’s something precious, like he hung the moon and stars, touching him so gently and kissing him so passionately and Robbe feels like passing out.

Sander must have sensed he was getting overwhelmed because he chuckles quietly and cradles his cheek in his palm, thumb sweeping under his eye in a soothing motion as he leaves a few small kisses on his other cheek, melting Robbe in a pile of goo right there on the sidewalk, quiet night around them.

Once he pulls himself together, he can’t resist the tugging at the corners of his mouth and a full-blown smile blooms on his face that’s instantly matched by Sander’s own.

“You know, I don’t think I ever played spin the bottle before but I’d give it zero stars on booking.com,” he declares suddenly pulling a laugh out of Robbe. “I was so scared I’m gonna have to watch you kiss somebody else, phew!” He places a hand on his chest comically, turning on the dramatics. “My poor heart wouldn’t take it, Robin!”

And fuck, he’s so cute that Robbe can only laugh at this (his?) dork, fondly rolling eyes at his antics.

“Yeah, I didn’t want anybody to kiss you either. And it’s Robbe,” he adds with a long-suffering sigh, futilely, he’s sure, but it’s still worth it because Sander’s cheek in tongue expression lets him know the boy loves to rile him up and is not going to stop anytime soon.

Still, to wipe off the smug smile for the time being he pulls him back into a kiss by the lapels of his leather jacket and Sander doesn’t exactly protest such. The second kiss is slower, more thorough, but still mind blowing enough for Robbe to feel heat tugging at his stomach.

“Will you go on a date with me? Tomorrow? Or any other time you’re free? Please?” Sander whispers in the small space between them after they finally break apart, foreheads resting against each other and fireworks going on in Robbe’s brain. Despite them standing so close Robbe can see Sander’s face pretty clear, and he can see his hopeful but tentative expression as he waits for him to answer, eyes growing unsure with each second of silence.

Not wanting to keep him in suspense anymore, he gives his parted lips one more lingering kiss, too weak to resist them when they shine so prettily in the street light above them. “Tomorrow sounds perfect.”

[cinnamon-roll-seth]

Not A Player || JJ Maybank

OBX Masterlist

Request: can i get a jj maybank x bookworm!reader who works a bookstore and she's like super smart and thinks jj is just a fuckboy but jj really likes her has since forever and basically jj just trying to prove to the reader he's not what she thinks with maybe some reader being friends with pope fluff and a happy ending

You remembered the day you met JJ Maybank as if it was just yesterday. You were working at your family’s bookstore when two energetic boys stumbled into the small shop. One of them being your childhood best friend, Pope, and one you’d never seen in your life.

You parents were fond of Pope and would allow him to come and borrow books as he pleased as long as he always promised to bring them back, which he always had. That particular day he’d come in to exchange the current book for another. His friend didn’t look too thrilled to be following him down the aisle toward the counter where you stood and you could tell he wasn’t the reading type.

“Hey Y/N. I just came to get a new book,” Pope had greeted you before noticing your questioning look towards the blonde boy in front of him, “This is JJ by the way.”

“Hi!” You smiled towards the kid who’d seemed to just realize you were there. He looked you up and down before leaning on the counter and flashing you his dazzling smirk that made all of the ladies go crazy.

“Hey beautiful. You want to be the Juliet to my Romeo?”

You rolled your eyes, “Do you try that one on all the ladies? Romeo and Juliet both died so no thanks.”

“Do you really have to flirt with every girl you see JJ? I thought you were just talking to that chick from Figure Eight?” Pope asked his friend annoyedly.

JJ shrugged, “She dumped me for some kook kid.”

“Sounds like she made the right call. You know, if you want to be a player so bad you should get into video games, that’s what they were made for.” You say sarcastically.

“I am not a player. And I’ll prove it too.” He bites back. You rolled your eyes again and handed Pope’s new book to him, watching as the two boys walked out of the store.

From that day on JJ came into the bookstore every single day. He was determined to show you he wasn’t just a player. He’d go on and on about all the romantic things he’s done for girls. Sometimes he’d bring in his current lady friend and walk her hand-in-hand down the aisles being all sweet and affectionate. You still weren’t convinced.

It also didn’t help that the two of you had fallen into a routine of sarcastic remarks toward each other.

“Wow Y/N you look like a sexy librarian. You could star in a porno and the guys would go crazy.”

“Wow JJ, how flattering.”

Spending so much time around JJ It didn’t take long for him to fall for you. He loved the way that your eyes sparkled when you talked to children that came into the store, or on slow days when you’d sit on the couch reading and you’d get so into the book in your hands that your nose would twitch every so often, or how you’d go on and on for hours about your favorite books. He loved the way that your hair always smelled like strawberries and cream or the way you always had a piece of mint gum in your mouth or how you’d always respond back to him with snarky remarks.

You also had started to have feelings for the flirtatious blonde boy. Watching him with other girls made you feel just the tiniest bit jealous but you tried to ignore it. Sure JJ was VERY attractive and you couldn’t deny that he was a charmer but you still weren’t quite convinced that he wasn’t a player and you didn’t feel like being used.

JJ hadn’t been into the bookstore for almost two weeks and while part of you was relieved because that made it easier to ignore your feelings the other part of you was a bit upset. Did I do something wrong? Did you decide he doesn’t care if I think he’s a player or not?

You turned the ‘open’ sign over to ‘closed’ and reached over to shut off the light switch beside you. You were just pulling your keys out of your purse to lock the shop door when your phone began ringing. Pope’s contact picture displayed across the screen.

You answered the call and put your phone up to your ear, “Hello?”

“Go to the dock by John B’s house.” He replied before hanging up. You stared at your phone in confusion before shaking your head and dropping it back into your purse. It was windy and thundering and no doubt would soon begin to rain, what on earth would he need you to go to the dock for?

Despite the threatening weather you obey his orders, walking the short distance to John B’s after locking up the store. You’d only hung out with John B a handful of times with Pope and you’ve only been to his house maybe three times but regardless you still knew the way there. You were very confused and the tiniest bit worried about what you would find and swore to punch Pope if you were about to walk into a prank.

You were definitely NOT expecting to see JJ standing at the end of the dock waiting for you. A picnic blanket was spread out at his feet and about a dozen or two lit candles were placed around it. His normal casual attire was replaced with a fancier looking ensemble. He looked like a kook, you almost giggled at the sight of it.

“JJ what the hell are you doing?” You ask walking towards him.

“Y/N, I’ve spent the last six months using other girls to prove something that I should’ve been proving to you personally. You’re beautiful and sweet and smart but also sarcastic as hell and I love that. During the time we’ve known each other you’ve become the only person I care about proving myself to and that’s what I want to do. I want to prove to you that I’m more than a player.” He replies, stepping closer to you while your jaw almost drops at his words.

“You did all of this for me?” You ask. He nods.

“I packed this bag with a bunch of your favorite candy and snacks, stuff I picked up from listening to you talk. And Kiara let me borrow her portable DVD player. I brought an extra blanket too. And one of my sweatshirts in case you get cold. I don’t really know much about romantic movies but I saw you reading The Notebook a few weeks ago and we had a copy laying around the house. It was my moms.” (A/N: I know I’ve used The Notebook in two different fics now but I don’t know shit about romantic movies so that’s really the only one I can think of lmao)

“JJ this is the most romantic thing anybody has ever done for me.” You say softly.

“I like you Y/N. I really really like you.” He tells you honestly.

“I really really like you too JJ.”

“So what do you say Y/N Y/L/N? Will you go on this date with me?” He holds his hand and you laugh, grabbing ahold of it.

“Of course I will but I think we should relocate,” You point towards the dark water, illuminated by the dim light on the dock, where you can see little water droplets falling.

“I swear I have been watching the weather for two weeks and it wasn’t supposed to storm tonight,” He groans, leaning down and blowing out the candles before grabbing the picnic blanket and bag.

About two minutes into your walk it begins to pour so the two of you run hand-in-hand to the closest shelter, the bookstore in which you met. JJ pulls out the dry extra blanket and lays it on the floor in the little reading area while you turn on the electric fireplace, illuminating the area while providing heat to your soaked selves. He gets the movie ready while you pull out the snacks and finally the two of you get comfy on the blanket and watch the movie, talking and laughing throughout the whole thing.

“You want to go outside and kiss in the rain?” He asks, looking over to you suggestively, while the credits roll down the screen.

“A rain kiss? How cliche Mr. Maybank,” You smirk, “Let’s do it.”

I am SO sorry it took this long to post! I meant to post it on Wednesday but I wasn’t feeling good and yesterday I was just super busy! Anyway I really really like how this one turned out! I hope y’all liked it 🥺❤️

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[likesomekindofcheese]

I’m Not in Love

Summary: Roger Taylor is a fuckboy and you definitely don’t like him...or do you?

A/N: this is a semi oneshot/blurb that was requested by an anon who wanted a piece with Ben! Roger (or regular Roger if you would like to imagine) based off of the 10cc song, I’m not in Love. Thanks especially to @supernaturalee​ AKA Sarah for helping me when I got writers block while editing and was stuck! Please enjoy!

Pairing: Ben! Roger Taylor/Roger Taylor x fem! Reader

Genres: enemies to friends to lovers!

cw: mentions of drinking and sex, not as many drafts as I sometimes do, I just wanted to get this finished and shared.

Taglist: @queenlover05​

Word count: 1989

 “I’ve got better things to do on a Saturday night…”

He took a drag, the whiff of tobacco caught you as the night air chilled you through your jacket.

“I could give you their names,” he added.

This is the guy she wanted me to meet? Really? One of those again.

Roger gave you a little look seeing you walk outside of the club for some air. It was just a glance, nothing more, but you turned on your heels and walked out, passing some young man with long, dark hair with waves.

People everywhere talked about smile. And your friend told you that you had to see especially who was playing, far more than the actual music.

She would hardly shut up about it at the coffee shop,“Oh Y/N, you absolutely must! The guitarist-His solos are incredible and there’s a drummer who…and…he…” your friend would then dissolve into pink looks and giggling.

“He’s the best one. You have to meet him. You’ve been single too long! He might fix that!” she hinted, touching your arm as if to drag you there.

He was talented, there was no denial. But something about him and the way he carried himself you could immediately prove he was the kind of boy who batted his eyes, grabbed a girl, had his fun, and then left her in the dust.

And now you had the hardcore evidence.

As you turned back to get a drink, your friend saw you and cried “ah! You’ve met them yet!?”

Her earrings clicked as she swished her head in excitement, you could smell the heavy flower perfume drenched on her.

“Well I…”

You had no time to explain because she ran up to you, waited for the dark haired boy to finish talking with them, and then ran up with you.

“Hello Brian, Hi Roger!” she said.

She then pushed you forward.

“This is Y/N! She’s been so excited to meet you both!” she introduced.

The two men looked at you at first blankly and your eyes widened in a bit of fear.

The dark haired guitarist said a polite hello and shook your hand with a soft grip. But the blonde haired one wiggled a little as he sat, then stood up and looked at you with half closed lids and a smolder as he went to say “hi” darkly.

Ugh.

“So Y/N, enjoy the show?” he asked, biting his lips and placing his hands on his hips.

Huffing, you replied “yup, but I got better things to do on a Saturday night…”

He froze, backing off a bit.

“And it doesn’t involve begging groupies for blowjobs” you finished as you turned away before there was chaos.

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There were several people in your favorite coffee shop you would see. The old man with round glasses. The students who always brought heavy textbooks and ordered flat whites. The little girl who had to have hot chocolate with cinnamon. Many people, but fairly typical.

But few of them actually went up to you dressed in a heavy, tan fur coat like a pimp with tinted glasses.

“ ‘ello, Y/N!” he greeted cheerfully, forgetting the previous scene you met.

You sighed a little. “What’re you doing here, Roger? I have a book that’s here and I’m into it, so make it quick.”

You tapped your finger over the picture. You kept noticing Roger’s eyes kept darting down, but not to your shirt like you thought.

“I’m here for the book too” he confessed.

Your back shot up straight.

“Really? How many girls have heard that one!” you said.

“No! Can I…can I at least have a peek?” he asked, his eyes wide.

Relenting, you showed him the book on the inside. There was a photo of an infant elephant chasing after birds.

“Roger…you are really interested in a photo book of elephants? Of all things?” you asked.

He smiled sheepishly and said “uhm…yeah. They’re my favorites.”

You bit back a mine too.

You both spent some time there, learning what music and movies you both liked, chatting, looking at the book.

But so help you, it wasn’t a date.

And that party the next week was not a date either especially because Fred was there and after the concert the next week he proved himself better than Tim Scaffold could dream of being.

So help you, there would be no instance of anyone suspecting anything and Roger could have all the bimbos in his bed sheets as he liked.

The phone rang that evening the day after the party as you had settled in with your book. But you jumped as your brother grabbed this.

“Hello, Y/L/N household.” He greeted cordially.

His eyes went wide. He then turned to you.

“Y/N…it’s a…a boy…” he hissed excitedly.

Your stomach dropped. What boys have you talked to? Who got your number? Your brain raced to all the boys you have ever known.

“Who is he? Have you dated? Why haven’t I met him? This Roger fellow!”

You sighed a little.

“Hello there.” You said, you played with the cord of the phone to get yourself to relax.

Something about his voice did have a charm to it, you admitted.

“Hello Roger, what...what is it?” you asked lightly.

“Y/N…uhm, I think Fred left something with you. You see, he was so hammered. And when he’s hammered, he gives people gifts because he says he loves them that much. Now he’s missing his ring. Do you happen to have it?” he explained.

You recalled there was a small gold ring that somehow found it’s way into your pocket.

“Yes, it’s here. We can meet somewhere and return it.”

As you both set up a time and place to meet, your brother was staring at you, wide-eyed. His hands covered his mouth, controlling the urge to ask an interrupting question.

“Thanks, Roger” you said as you set the phone down.

“Oooooo, Y/N! Oh my god, oh my god! Who is he? Where did you meet him?”

“It was no big deal! I accidentally got his roommates ring and I’m gonna return it!”

“On a date?”

“No! We’re not dating!”

“Y/N, I know how boys work, they only take the effort to call if they really, really like you. His name’s Roger, isn’t it?”

“He…he doesn’t like like me!”

Immediately the phone rang again. You rushed over and picked it up.

“Roger, again!”

“Well, he’s an outright Romeo, isn’t he? Can’t get enough of you!” your brother quipped but you only glared.

“Hey, uuh, Y/N I know it’s…it’s kind of awkward I’m calling you but…tell your folks it doesn’t mean anything, ok! Just to help my mate.”

“Of course” you insist, turning back to face the hundreds of questions and your brothers denial of reality.

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Your brother insisted he go to Smile’s next concert once he got wind who this drummer was.

“He called you, Y/N, you have to understand that that means he’s making an effort to see you which means he fancies you!” he insisted, settling into the seat for the concert.

You held your cup of juice with both hands and finally gave him what was “Listen, Roger’s an…uh, ladies man, we shall say. He’s not the type to settle down and start a family. He doesn’t care about anything but his dick and his own ego and how many girls he can score with, but if you want to listen to the music, it’s fine by me.”

Even if he does like elephants…and charity work…and science and all that stuff. It doesn’t matter. He’s moved on from me to the next girl.

As the band members went onstage, you marveled at how hypnotized everyone was at the new singer. You almost didn’t notice the blond head in the very back.

Once it was over, your brother charged up to him, pushing aside numerous long legged, makeup donned girls waiting to shoot their shot.

“No, please don’t!” you begged.

But it was too late.

Your brother grabbed Roger and threatened “You keep your filthy hands off of my sister, eh? If you so much as touch her-“

The other band members rushed up to settle the peace and push them off. But you ran to him.

“See, there? Roger isn’t my boyfriend or lover or whatever you think he is!” you say.

“Then why’d else you try to call her? Huh? Wanna get her pregnant?!” he roared into Roger’s face.

“Oh no! No! Not at all! She just got Fred’s ring by accident and Fred was too hungover to do it himself! I swear!” he said breathlessly.

“It’s the truth, trust me!” you add on, butting your head in between them.

He huffed like an angry bull and said “well, fine.”

You walk up to the band and say your deepest apologies for the trouble. Each one nods and even Fred taps you on the back.

“Thank you, darling” he spoke in a flute like wave of a voice that seemed to contradict his rather foreign appearance. “Let me buy you a drink or something to repay that trouble! Or some food, you must be famished and you deserve the best care…” he rambled on, and you even folded your arms, smiling from this sudden burst of motherly generosity from someone you barely knew.

“You braved a lot, Y/N. I mean, I-we like having you around but not as…you know….just as friends!” Roger said.

But as you walk away to join your brother it hits you that although it was dark in the area, Roger looked a little redder than normal as he said it. But it was best not to get your hopes up.

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The guitarist loved taking pictures. The more you hung around the band ever curious, drawn to their music, the more he seemed to take them. His camera was nearly always at his side, sometimes in his bag he pulled out the OWL glasses to show you how they came to life.

After you walked in one rehearsal and immediately Roger walked up to you.

And he walked up to you fast.

“Uh, Y/N! Where is…where is that picture? The one Brian took?” he asked, pushing his hands into his pockets.

Your heart raced a bit.

“What…what picture?” you questioned innocently.

“Y’know! The picture he gave you that you kept?! Can I have it?” he begged.

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Roger kept shifting side to side, his big eyes darkening “Let’s make a deal, we all love his photos. Return yours and I’ll return mine…you know we all clamor for those photos.”

You sighed a little, stifling a laugh.

“I…I already have mine with me…but can I…can I see yours?” you ask.

Huffing, Roger pulled up the photo. It was on a bright spring day in London when you were outside. There was a flower tree in bloom filled with large pink flowers. You stood beneath, smiling at the warmth and the tree.

“But listen, just ‘cause I keep it I…it….it doesn’t mean anything!” he insisted.

He turned very pink and forced his eyes to the side.

You began to laugh a little uncomfortably, “But Roger…look at this”

You pulled out a wallet and produced a photo of him drumming.

Roger released a breath and dropped his jaw into an amazed smile. A glimmer in your eye saying everything.

“What ‘bout your brother?”

“He just didn’t want you to see me as some groupie,” you said. “Do you? Because if you’re looking for a one-night stand…”

He hushed and looked around; the others were a little distracted.

“Of course not, you’re even better! I…I’ll talk to you after” Roger promised.

“Let’s get dinner” you mouthed as he walked up to his drum set and he replied with bitten half grin that set your brain on fire.

Wait…what if this is…I don’t know…just some phase and…I’m being dumb and it won’t last or anything.

It’ll be a nice phase, though.

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ophelia 02

heartbroken too many times, your naive mind tends to fall in love too easily. after kim taehyung enters into your life, you’re smitten by the handsome man only for this romance to come to an end… or so it seems.

prologue 01 02 03 member: kim taehyung (ft park jimin) pairing: fuckboy!kth x reader genre: angst, smut, hurt/comfort(?) warnings: eventual smut ig, angsty angst, swearing words: 3.5k a/n: i apologize for this chapter is a little bit shorter, but the good news is that the next part will (hopefully) have smut in it. also, is this too much jimin x reader action going on? sdkjsldkls pls lmk how the fic is coming along too as feedback is much-appreciated uwu 

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"O Juliet, Juliet, wherefore art thou Juliet?” A voice shouts aloud, making you jump in your seat. Scorning, you look up from your book to see Taehyung with a sly smile before he sits in the seat opposing you. “Hamlet, huh?”

“Can you lower your voice? We’re in a library.” You grumble before he takes the book out of your hands, making you frown. “Don’t you dare lose my page.” 

“Don’t worry love, I just want to see what’s so interesting about this book.” He smirks before flipping through the pages. 

“You quote Romeo and Juliet yet, you don’t know Hamlet?” Raising a brow, you rest your chin in the palm of your hand, waiting for Taehyung to hand you your book back. He sighs before sliding your book back to you, slumping back into his seat.

“Come on Y/n, no one knows about Hamlet,” Taehyung states, making you roll your eyes, “besides, there’s nothing romantic about Hamlet, unlike Romeo and Juliet.” 

“I beg to differ since there are some Hamlet and Ophelia moments.” Shrugging, you place your bookmark into your book before closing it.

“Yea but will it even top Leonardo Dicaprio as Romeo?” He quirks a brow before breaking out into a laugh.

“I bet you’ve never even read Romeo and Juliet,” you retort before packing away your things, “do you even know how the story ends?” He pauses before sitting up in his seat, glancing away before meeting you with a smile.

“Of course I know what happens, a tragic ending it was.” His smile widens before he stands from his seat, walking over to stand behind you. “Now, Y/n, I want to talk about something else.”

“Changing the topic, are we?” You frown before feeling a cold touch at the side of your arms.

“Why didn’t you meet me at the fountain?” Taehyung whispers from behind, his lips practically brushing against your ear. Biting your bottom lip, you turn around and face him.

“I simply forgot.” You squint before picking up your bag, standing up from your chair and walking away from the small corner. Taehyung follows behind, his hands in his pockets before he picks up from the previous conversation.

“Yes, but you didn’t seem to forget about the party the previous day either.” He remarks making you sigh and stop in place. 

“Cora told me about it yesterday. so I decided to go-” turning to face him, he bumps into you before you lose balance, feeling yourself begin to fall. Tightly shutting your eyes, you feel an arm wrap around your waist, holding you while you’re leaned back.

“Y/n, can you get up so people can stop looking at us?” Opening your eyes, you look around to see people staring at your current situation. Clearing your throat, you stand onto your two feet before brushing yourself off.

“Thanks, Taehyung.” You purse your lips before nudging him. Upon hearing whispering, you’re practically speedwalking out of the library, currently embarrassed.

“What was that about love? Were you hoping for a kiss?” Taehyung chuckles before chasing after you. You walk past the fountain before feeling a tug at your wrist, twirling you around to meet his gorgeous face. 

“What are you doing Taehyung?” You scrunch your nose out of confusion. He grins before bringing his other hand to caress the side of your face.

“Meeting you at the fountain.” Gulping, you glance to the side, noticing how the water glistened as the fountain was running. Sighing, you take a step away from the man before taken aback at how he pulls you closer. “You’re not running away from me this time, love.”

“Taehyung, stop-” You meekly speak, avoiding his eyes by looking towards the ground. 

“Y/n.” His voice was soothing as he lifted your chin with his finger, your eyes finding his. He slowly brings his face closer before you glance to the side, noticing how others watch you two as your face begins to flush red. Gently pushing his chest, you inhale sharply before squeaking.

“I have to... go.” Giving him one last look, you notice him lick his lips before you turn on your heel, walking away from him. You rush back home, quickly greeting Namjoon before heading straight to your room. Heated, you're in bed overly thinking about your interaction with Taehyung. “Don’t fall for another man, Y/n. It’s not worth another heartbreak.” You mutter to yourself before sitting up from your bed, sighing deeply.

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Once the weekend comes around, you’re found back at the Alpha Sigma Phi mansion, in the back kitchen to be exact. You’re rushing back in forth between the island and oven, placing sheets of cookie dough into the oven for it to bake. This all started when Namjoon approaches you to ask for a favor.

“Hey, Y/n? Do you think you can help bake cookies for Jimin’s frat fundraiser?” Joon asks, making you pause from your reading and look up from the book.

“A cookie fundraiser?” You scrunch your nose as your brother nods.

“I would help but cooking isn’t my forte.” He laughs dryly before you shake your head, reminded of his burnt “masterpieces”.

“Fine, I’ll help,” you groan, “but what do I get in return?”

“Dozens of leftover cookies, for free to be exact.” Namjoon grins as you roll your eyes before laughing.

“I guess that’ll do.”

Rushing, you place an exact amount of cookies into a goodie bag before tying it up, placing it gently in a tray before seeing Jimin walk through the door. You can’t help but notice his slim, but built figure as he’s simply wearing a tucked-in white shirt and black jeans.

“How are we doing back here, Y/n?” He’s grinning, holding a clipboard in hand.

“I think we’re doing alright. Just recently put a new batch into the oven. How are we doing out there?” You ask before he chuckles.

“There are a lot more people than what we expected,” Jimin breathes deeply, lifting up a couple of his sheets before looking back up to you, “barely anyone shows up to our cookie fundraisers, I wonder why today?” Both shrugging to one another, you’re called for by another helper before sighing. “I guess this is my cue to go.” Jimin smiles sheepishly before you nod. He waves you goodbye before heading out, as you do the same, getting back to help out. After a good hour passes by, you’re told by another that you’re finally on break. You head towards the back of the large mansion, making your way to the patio and to your surprise, it’s empty. 

“I guess everyone’s busy at the front of the house.” Standing alone, you’re drawn to the large pool before walking over to it. “I guess dipping my feet for a bit won’t hurt.” 

Taking off your shoes, you place it aside before seating yourself at the ledge of the pool, dipping your feet into the cool water. Smiling to yourself, you look up into the cloudy sky, glad you wore shorts before feeling the wind lightly push against your skin as you slowly paddle your feet in the crystal clear water.

Sighing deeply, you’re ready to leave before someone sits beside you, dipping their feet into the water. 

“Something on your mind?” Surprised, you turn your head to see Jimin seated next to you. 

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just stressed with school lately.” You clear your throat before putting on a smile. 

“Alright, just making sure.” He grins before lifting his head, closing his eyes as the sun shines on his face. Gulping, you couldn’t help but awkwardly stare at his glowing face before he peaks to you with one eye. “Watching me in awe, Y/n?” 

“No.” You blurt before looking away, hiding your tinted pink face. Hearing him laugh, you can’t help but be curious as to what his next move is, so you turn your head slightly to check on him. Your eyes widen as his face is unexpectedly close to yours. 

“Are you watching me in awe now, Y/n?” He smirks as you’re now holding your breath. His hand wraps around your waist before he opens his mouth to speak once again. “Do you have your phone with you?”

Subconsciously, you shake your head before realizing his words, pulling your head back to see him slyly smiling. “Do I what?”

“Good.” He’s grinning, and before you realize, Jimin pulls you into the pool. Making it to the surface, you wipe away the water from your face before being held in Jimin’s arms.

“What was that for?” You frown, subconsciously wrapping your arms and legs around the man as he supports you.

“I was just trying to make you less stressed, Y/n.” He smiles before you splash him with water, a laugh coming out from you soon after. “Oh, it’s payback time.” He furrows his brow, making you let go of him and swim away in excitement. He’s chasing after you, splashing you as much as you can, while you do the same back. Catching your hand. he pulls you closer to him as his other hand rests on your lower back. You catch your breath as he leans closer. Tilting his head, he brushes his lips against yours before stopping at the voice of someone calling your name.

“Y/N! You’re back on duty.” Namjoon calls out from the patio, making you step away from Jimin. 

“I’ll be there in a bit.” Shouting back, you face back to Jimin before clearing your throat.

“Go ahead, I’ll be there shortly since my break is over as well.” He softly smiles before letting go of you. Biting your bottom lip, you listen to him. After getting out of the pool you realize how cold the breeze actually was but before walking away, you hear Jimin whisper, “meet me in my room for some spare clothes.” Smiling to yourself, you make your way back to the patio as Namjoon looks at you with wide eyes.

“What the hell were you doing in the pool?” Your brother’s slight aggression angers you as you push past him. “And where do you think you’re going?”

“To get a spare change of clothes.” You grunt, opening your arms to sarcastically show your brother that you were drenched. Namjoon groans before walking into the house from behind you, telling you to hurry up as orders increased. 

You’re now found in Jimin’s lone room, waiting for the man who almost kissed you in the pool. Ignoring the fact that you were freezing, due to being drenched and the air conditioning being turned on, you turn to face the door as it opens and closes quickly. Meeting Jimin’s eyes, he slowly makes his way over to stand in front of you. After some silence is exchanged with one another, you’re both completely kissing each other passionately. His hands were supporting you from the back as you cupped both sides of his cheeks, tilting your head as he presses his lips against yours harder. What seems like forever comes to an end when you picture his girlfriend, Aika, who sweetly greeted you the other day.

Pulling away, you avoid his eyes before taking a step back, “Jimin, stop.” Confused at your action at first, he sighs before agreeing. 

“Right, let me get you some clothes.” He goes into his closet, disappearing for a couple of minutes before greeting you in a new set of clothes. “Here you go. I’ll leave you to change alone but when you’re done, it’s time to work again.” He softly chuckles before heading out, waving you goodbye yet again. Biting your inner cheek, you can’t help but feel guilty at what had just happened. Jimin has a girlfriend and yet, you’re making out with him in his bedroom. Shaking your head at the thought, you choose to forget it, changing as quickly as possible before heading back into the kitchen, only to get scolded by Namjoon. The fundraiser event is long, but you’re somehow enjoying it. After packing the last goodie bag, you stretch your arms out before Jimin and Namjoon walk into the kitchen together.

“And we’re done with the event! Thank you all for coming out to help, we couldn’t have done it without you guys.” Jimin exclaims as others cheer joyfully. Smiling, Jimin makes eye contact with you before you look away shyly.

“Feel free to take some cookies home because surprisingly, we have some leftovers.” Namjoon laughs, along with everyone else before they began to clean up. Walking over to the rather large closet, you squint, searching for the countertop spray before noticing it was on the highest shelf. Sighing, you stand on the balls of your feet, doing your best to reach before a hand reaches out further, grabbing it away from you. Frowning, you turn to find Jimin cornering you in the closet. 

“Jimin, we can’t do this.” You sigh before he straightens himself out. 

“Do what? I’m just helping you out, Y/n.” He smirks, handing you the spray bottle as you scrunch your nose.

“Well, if that’s all, then thank you Jimin” You retort before walking past him, quite disappointed that he didn’t bring up the current situation. After heading back to the others, the cleanup job is done as everyone begins to head home. Sending people off, you’re one of the last to leave as you did come to the event with Namjoon. 

“Thank you both. Without you two, I wouldn’t have known what to do with the overbearing orders today.” Jimin chuckles as you’re standing in front of the entrance, Namjoon by your side. With a smile, Jimin goes in to give your brother a hug. Inhaling sharply, knowing it your turn next, Jimin makes his way over to you before you’re wrapped around his arms, warm in his hold. Pulling away, Jimin grins to you both before Namjoon tugs at your shirt, hurrying you along. Without exchanging words, you give Jimin a firm smile before exiting the house, rushing to Namjoon’s car with the basket of cookies in your hand.

“What were you doing in the pool anyways, Y/n?” Namjoon curiously asks as you’re looking out the window.

“I just wanted to take a dip into the pool.” Your voice is soft as you partially lie.

“Okay, but it could’ve waited until after the event.” He sighs.

The fact that Namjoon doesn’t bring up Jimin surprises you, meaning that he couldn’t have seen Jimin there in the pool with you. You’re now wondering if your little interaction with Jimin had even happened. Brushing your fingers over your lips, you could only imagine what Jimin would have done next and how it could’ve caused much more problems in the future. Quiet throughout the whole car ride, you make it back home, hoping your small headache goes away.

The next day, you’re back at the library, doing your best to cram for your math exam with Cora by your side. After going over the study guide, given by your dear professor, Cora sighs before resting her head on the table.

“What’s the point of studying if I’m bound to fail the test anyway?” She whines before you chuckle, marking up the paper. 

“Come on, have hope, my friend.” You nudge her gently before placing the sheets of paper in your folder. “Let’s get going, yea?”

Hearing her sigh once again, Cora lazily gets up before straightening her back, eyes wide as she spots something from a distance.

“Hey, Y/n, do you happen to know a handsome fellow named Taehyung?” Cora asks, her voice changing into a whisper. 

“I guess so, why?” You hum, not looking away from packing your things, you feel her tug at your shirt, dividing your attention to face her.

“Looks like he’s coming over here?” Cora tilts her head in confusion before you peak from beside her, eyeing Taehyung making his way over to you. 

“Okay, now it’s really time to go.” You urge, quickly placing your things in your bag as Cora agrees, packing up as well. Standing up, you’re brought to a stop as Taehyung as standing in front of you, halting you from leaving the small corner.

“Where do you think you’re going, love?” 

“Class.” Giving him a short and simple answer, he frowns before eyeing your friend.

“Cora, I didn’t know you hang out with Y/n?” He’s raising a brow before you realize that your friend is practically hiding behind you.

“Is there a problem with that?” Cora grumbles before Taehyung defeatedly raises his hands.

“Nothing’s wrong with that, Cora.” He spites, making you quirk a brow. You’re all standing in awkward silence before you break it with a sigh.

“Look, we have an exam to take,” you take Cora’s hand before walking around the still man, “if you want to talk, meet me at the fountain later.” You mock him before seeing a smirk light up from his face. Dragging Cora behind you, you walk away from Taehyung without looking back until you’re out of the library.

“Well, that was awkward.” Cora states as you’re both stopped in place. Letting go of her hand, you take a deep breath before tucking the loose hairs scratching your face behind your ear.

“Want to tell me why you’re afraid of Taehyung?” 

“What, afraid?” She scoffs before folding her arms. “I’m not afraid of that... intimidating man.” She nervously laughs before rubbing her nape. Raising a brow, you tilt your head trying to prompt her to speak.

“Fine, yes- I’m quite afraid of that man.” She groans before rolling her eyes.

“Why?”

“Why not? Despite his good looks, he’s a very greedy man and will do whatever it takes to get what he wants,” She pouts before linking her arm with yours. “Now, forget about him, let’s just get this exam over with and celebrate with pizza later!” Cora exclaims before dragging you along, heading straight to class to take the horrific exam.

As time passes, you’re shifting in your seat due to the uncomfortable cushion beneath you. Eyeing the clock, you rush the last few strokes from your pencil before flipping your test over, getting up from your seat and handing it over to your professor. Catching Cora’s attention, you point out into the hall, assuring her you’d wait for her as she nods silently. While waiting in the quite empty hallway, you notice a window propped open from afar, intriguing you as you walk over to it. Looking out from it, you happen to notice Taehyung sitting on the ledge of the fountain before meeting his eyes, a smile emitting from his lips as he walks over to you. Panicking, you glance back to your classroom door as it swings open hoping for Cora to walk out, but to your disappointment, she doesn’t.

“Love?” Taehyung’s soft voice startles you a bit, making you sharply turn your head to face him. 

“Please stop scaring me.” You frown before he laughs.

“Sorry,” he apologizes before calming down, resting upon the window sill, “I thought we were supposed to meet in front of the fountain?” He quirks a brow, making you look away to avoid his eyes.

“I just finished taking my test and now I’m waiting for-” You’re cut off as Taehyung gently cups your cheek, making you directly face him, “Cora.”

“Did she say anything about me?” Oddly, his calming voice made you nervous.

“She’s just... intimidated by you, I guess.” You’re very breathy as he moves his hand to rest on the side of your face, subconsciously nuzzling into it. 

“Y/n, why did you run away from me the other day?” Despite the glass stuck between you both, he’s quite close to you, his face closing in as his lips plant soft kisses on your cheek, trailing down to the open skin of your neck.

“I didn’t run.” You whisper, gulping as he begins to nibble onto your neck.

“Liar.” He chuckles, looking up to meet your dazed eyes before bringing his face to yours. “I’m willing to bet you’ll run away again once Cora comes out here.” 

“What do you want from me, Taehyung?” You look away once again to avoid his eyes before hearing him chuckle. He removes his hand from your face, humming as he thinks.

“I want you, love.” He finally speaks. Taken aback, you purse your lips before bringing your hand up to poke his nose. 

“You’ll have to try much harder if you want me then.” You tease him before watching Taehyung smirk. He catches your hand though, pulling it towards him before he places a soft kiss onto your knuckles.

“I’ll see you later then, love.” He grins before releasing your hand, walking away with his eyes on you before he turns a corner, vanishing from your sight.

“You know I saw all of that, right?” Clearing her throat, you turn to see Cora standing outside the room door with her arms crossed. “Don’t tell me you’re falling for all of that, Y/n?” Glancing back to the window, you face Cora before walking over to her.

“I don’t know what just happened.” Biting your bottom lip, Cora sighs before linking her arm once again with yours. 

“Let’s go before fuckboy comes back and tugs at your heartstrings,” Cora remarks as you walk beside her, “and let’s also go get some pizza to eat because I’m starving.” As you both break out into laughter, Cora guides you to a closeby pizzeria in which she states has the best pizza on campus.

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❛  𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗬 𝗝𝗢𝗕𝗔'𝗦 𝗗𝗔𝗬 !  —  ˓ parte 2/2 ˒

@jobswrites / apenas um compilado de frases que meu personagens provavelmente diriam se estivessem naquela situação. edicão especial de aniversário da joba !!

quentin : so i heard you like bad boys.

kalina : not really.

quentin : oh, thank god.

---

roxy : is she always like this when she loses?

gustavo : oh, yeah. you should have been here for the great jenga tantrum

miranda : you bumped the table and you know it!

---

keith : 20 years from now, i guarantee you i will be kitty's second husband.

kitty : what happened to my first husband?

keith : nothing you can prove.

---

aurora : will you be the yee to my haw?

texas : i am begging you to stop.

---

kitty : i have this urge to do something stupid

keith : i’m stupid. do me!

kitty :

keith : did i just say that out loud?

---

manager : i've come to take you back

aurora : let me ask taejoon

manager : it's not a choic-

aurora : he says no

---

kalina : *sighs dramatically*

quentin : what’s wrong?

kalina : you haven’t looked at me for ten minutes

quentin : we’re watching a movie

kalina : did i ask for an excuse?

---

aurora : if i got a dollar for every time i thought about you, i'd only have one dollar because you're all i think about

texas, holding back tears : we’re gonna be broke

---

gustavo : all my shirts are disappearing.

miranda, wearing a shirt three times her size : weird.

---

random trainee : you need a hobby.

aurora : i have a hobby.

random trainee : staring at texas’s face is not a hobby.

aurora : you're right. it's a profession and i excel at my job.

---

texas : a good romance starts with a good friendship.

aurora : and a bad romance starts with "ra, ra, ah, ah, ah. ro, ma, ro, ma, ma, ma. ga, ga, ohh, la, la."

---

gustavo holding miranda in his arms bridal style : i'm like a mug.

miranda : ... explain?

gustavo : holds hot things.

---

gustavo : *jumps into bed next to miranda*

gustavo : once again, fate throws us together.

miranda : honey we’ve been married for 5 years this is our bedroom.

---

aurora : i’m gonna go take a shower. care to join me?

texas : minsun, there’s a freshly sharpened knife in the kitchen drawer. if i ever say ‘no’ to that question, use it against me.

---

kitty : is that your hand on my ass?

keith : it was an accident.

kitty : it's still there.

keith : it's still an accident!

---

random guy : so is aurora like, y’know, with someone?

texas : now when you say ‘with someone’, do you mean as in ‘in a romantic/sexual/personal monogamous relationship with a man who will go to war with any and every fuckboi in this proximity for her heart’? then the answer is yes.

texas : oh and that man is me, so i’ve got my fucking eye on you.

---

gustavo : i have something i want to get off my chest

miranda : is it your shirt? please say yes

---

quentin : what’s your blood type?

kalina : how would i know?

quentin : how would you not?!

kalina : who do you think i am?? karl landsteiner, discoverer of blood groups???!

quentin : you don’t know your own blood type but you know who discovered them??!

---

someone : what's your favorite color?

texas : aurora.

texas : wait, what was the question?

---

miranda : i wasn't that drunk last night.

roxy : you were flirting with gustavo.

miranda : so? he's my boyfriend.

roxy : you asked him if he was single.

roxy : and cried when he said he wasn't.

---

kalina : you know i was thinking, what if i uh... unpacked here?

quentin : then all your stuff would be here.

kalina : well, what if all my stuff was here?

quentin : then you'd be going back and forth all the time, i mean it doesn't make any sense.

kalina : okay. what if we lived together and you understand what i'm saying.

---

miranda : all i could think of was, you know, "is gustavo gonna kiss me?"

roxy : and did he?

miranda : i'm a lady, roxy, i don't kiss and tell.

miranda : but this hickey speaks for itself.

---

miranda : i just had the most amazing bath.

gustavo : really? i don’t like baths.

miranda : wait, you like them with me?

gustavo : honey, it’s not the bath i enjoy, it’s the wet, naked lady.

---

texas : *licks the chip aurora is about to eat*

texas : i licked it, therefore it is mine.

aurora : *licks texas*

texas, blushing : well played.

---

love : uh oh.

kitty : what?

love : somebody's in love.

kitty : yeah, right. i just think keith's cool. it's not like i lay awake at night thinking about him.

kitty, later that night : uh oh.

---

keith : kitty and i are no longer friends.

kitty : keith, that is the *worst* way to tell people we’re dating!

---

*miranda walks into her bedroom*

gustavo : hey babe!

romeo : hello mira.

roxy : what's up?

miranda : hello, my boyfriend and two people who never seem to stay at their own houses.

---

kitty : keith, can i speak to you for a minute? in private.

keith : ooh, someone's in trouble. it's me. i don't know why i did that.

---

kalina : jail is no fun. i'll tell you that much!

quentin : oh, you've been?

kalina : once. in monopoly.

---

gustavo : hey miranda, what’s your last name?

miranda : uh, it hasn’t changed since we first met?

gustavo, getting down on one knee : well, maybe it should.

---

miranda : he will always catch me if i run his way, watch

miranda : gustavo!

gustavo : miranda! wait i have food in my hands- *drops food on floor and catches her*

---

texas : do you want to see what my snack is?

random trainee : sure.

texas : *shows a picture of aurora*

random trainee : oh. why am i not surprised?

---

miranda : is it bad that one of the reasons i love having a husband is the 24/7 protection from creepy people and also things that go bump in the night?

gustavo : i'm not gonna lie, sometimes i'm lying awake at night and hear a noise downstairs and think "oh crap. i'm the husband. time to go downstairs and die, i guess."

miranda : a true hero.

---

aurora, before they dated : you have a face.

texas : yes, i do.

aurora : i mean, a nice face. you have a nice face.

texas : thanks, i think.

aurora : please accept my attempt at flirting. i don’t know what i’m doing.

---

kitty : bite me.

keith : only if you ask nicely.

---

quentin : okay, finish this sentence. sticks and stones may break my bones..

kalina : …but chains and whips excite me?

---

gustavo : miranda let’s go on this trip together.

miranda : gustavo i am busy trying to finish this project by the deadline.

gustavo : don't make me use the voice.

miranda : what voice?

gustavo : *speaks slow, deeper and rougher* this one.

miranda : o-oh...my

gustavo : you're coming...or not?

miranda : i am already packing.

---

kitty : why is your back all scratched up?

keith : *flashback to him chasing a raccoon after kitty told him to leave it alone*

keith : i'm having an affair.

---

kalina : *kicks the door open looking panicked*

quentin : what did you do?

kalina : nobody died!

quentin : what kind of answer is that???

---

roxy, before miranda and gustavo dated: what’s this?

miranda : it’s my to-do list.

roxy : oh? that’s great. i’m so glad that you’re starting to be more organiz-

roxy : this just says “gustavo”.

---

gustavo, looking through his wedding album : i remember during the wedding, miranda was crying so hard she couldn’t even say ‘i do’. have you ever seen someone cry harder?

romeo : that was you, gustavo. and no, i haven’t.

---

keith : hey, spell ‘me’

kitty : ‘m, e’ ?

keith : you forgot the d

kitty : there’s no ‘d’ in ‘me’

keith : not yet ;)

---

roxy : why are your tongues purple?

gustavo : we had slushies. i had a blue one.

miranda : i had a red one.

roxy : oh.

roxy :

roxy : oh!

---

gustavo : you deserve a reward for dealing with me miranda.

miranda : you are my reward.

keith : you deserve a reward for dealing with me kitty.

kitty : damn fucking right i do.

---

kalina : is that seat taken?

quentin : that’s my lap

kalina : i know what i said

quentin, blushing : 

---

gustavo : so i’m thinking for our wedding we should have a giant fire pit... maybe have it in the summer?

miranda : wedding? we're not even engaged yet.

gustavo :

gustavo : that's what i forgot to do last night.

---

kalina : *unbuttoning shirt* god, it's so hot in here.

quentin : i know, but why are you unbuttoning my shirt?

---

keith : i just kind of feel like we're meant to be together, i mean look at how fate just throws us together like this!

kitty : keith, it's 3am. you are literally in the middle of climbing through my window. how did you even get here?!

keith : fate brought me here. i just told you that.

---

romeo, before miranda and gustavo dated : why is gustavo screaming and doing push ups in front of miranda’s apartment.

roxy : i told him that she saw a guy doing 1000 push ups and was impressed.

romeo : she didn't though.

roxy : exactly.

gustavo : 834! are you impressed yet! 835!

---

kitty : i wish for me to have a good rest of the week.

kitty : *drops a dime on the wishing well*

keith : well i wish i get to be kitty’s boyfriend~

keith : *seductively empties about 10 bags of change*

kitty :

keith :

kitty :

keith : to be fair, it was a legitimate wish.

---

texas : who ate all the cookies?

aurora, panicking : ninjas.

texas : but i didn’t even see them.

aurora : no one ever does.

---

quentin, playing among us with kalina : the imposter is pretty good

kalina : thx

---

miranda : here's your cereal

gustavo : can i have a big spoon please?

miranda : of course *delicately embraces him from behind*

gustavo : lovely

---

kitty : whatever you're thinking right now, stop it

keith : what?

kitty : you always make that face when you're about to say something stupid to piss me off so cut it out-

keith : i love you

kitty :

keith :

keith : also cereal qualifies as a soup

kitty : i knew it

---

texas : aurora i really don't have time for this...

aurora : you have to, it's in your planner

texas : you can't just take my planner and write "aurora time" all over it!

aurora : sure i can. you're also scheduled for a long, warm hug later.

---

miranda, sleeping : *rolls over in bed and knees gustavo in the ribs*

gustavo : ow

gustavo : you kneed me

miranda, sleepily : yeah, yeah i do need you

---

*training for a spelling bee competion*

kalina : next up, your word is fergalicious.

quentin : definition?

kalina : make them boys go loco.

---

kitty : if you say anything stupid i will shut your mouth with my mouth.

keith :

kitty :

keith : ...crocodiles are amphibians.

---

quentin : what are you doing?

kalina : tying your shoes.

quentin : ... why?

kalina : so you don’t fall for anyone else.

---

miranda : gustavo has been working out a lot lately, i wonder what he needs to be so strong for.

roxy : who knows?

gustavo, at the gym: *lifting weights* i’m gonna be so good at hugging miranda!

---

aurora : hey taejoon, guess what my jackets made out of

texas : wool?

aurora : no, girlfriend mat-

texas : you’re gonna get cold if you’re wearing anything other than wool, here take my jacket

aurora : *tearing up* o-ok

---

miranda : hey, can you help me with this zipper?

gustavo : sure.

miranda :

miranda : up!

gustavo : oh, less fun.

---

aurora : *eating a cinnamon roll*

texas : cannibalism.

aurora : *confused chewing noises*

---

miranda : do you ever look at gustavo and just, "who the hell blessed me with this dork. i am the luckiest loser in the galaxy"

---

quentin : someone knocked on my door and they were wearing a red hat. i didn't answer cuz i was scared it was donald trump

kalina : what if it was mario you utter fool

quentin, crying : shit... you right....

---

keith : i believe you said that your childhood experience was satisfactory?

kitty : no, you misheard me, i said it was ‘sadness factory’.

keith :

---

texas : i need you.

aurora : for?

texas : ever.

aurora, voice cracking : oh

---

kitty : i hope you’re not going to do anything stupid.

keith : i hope you’re not hoping too hard.

---

miranda, slamming a package onto the kitchen counter : i got the steak from the freezer.

gustavo : why do you have chocolate on your face?

miranda : it was under a chocolate cake.

gustavo : so you ate your way through it?

miranda : i made a judgment call. you weren’t there.

---

kalina, reading something on her cellphone : y’know apparently the tongue is the strongest muscle in the body?

quentin : really? huh!

kalina : 

kalina : 

kalina : hey quentin, wanna fight?

---

*miranda and gustavo, on a movie date, watching twilight*

miranda : if you make out with me during the baseball scene, i will kill you.

gustavo : it’s just something about this movie!

[king-of-brooklyn]

Newsies fuckboi hcs

this was a collaboration between me and @nerdsies 🥰🥰

•••

Race → Pick-up lines for days, ranging from cute to NSFW to...actually decent? They always work, earning him quite a bit of (grudging?) respect. He can’t stand cigarettes because they “taste like the inside of a raccoon.” His favourite vape flavour is blue raspberry, and he often sneaks out of class to go to the bathroom to vape. Never hosts parties but makes an appearance at every single one, and always the life of the party. You know this motherfucker wears grey sweatpants. Constantly posts pictures on his Instagram (and sometimes his Snapchat stories) in front of a full-length mirror, grey sweats, shirtless, flash covering his face. Has a skateboard. Lied about his age to get Tinder a year early, and occasionally uses it for one-night stands. He fully considers being a stripper to help pay for college. Absolutely amazing in bed. Anthem: Talk Dirty To Me (Jason Derulo)

Albert → So. Many. Snapbacks. Doesn’t wear one everyday, but often enough that it’s a staple of his ensemble. Almost always has one in his backpack, because “you never know, man.” He wears annoyingly basic Adidas slides with Nike socks and calls it fashion. Takes lip-biting selfies with his snapback-of-the-day like, halfway off his head, and likes to text girls “u up?” at 3 in the morning. Always gets an enthusiastic reply. Also has a skateboard. He never takes out his AirPods. Hits Race’s vape constantly because he doesn’t want to buy his own, but prefers watermelon flavour. Constantly makes a peace sign in front of his mouth and flicks his tongue in between his fingers. Awesome in bed. Anthem: Candy Shop (50 cent)

Spot → Muscle shirts for days, whether he bought them that way or cut the sleeves off to make the shirts better fit his aesthetic. Works out all the time, always on That Grind™. Goes on juice cleanses and tries out new diets for fun, always trying to find the healthiest option available to him. Posts progress pictures on his Instagram and always has fitness blogs requesting to follow him. Also posts motivational workout quotes on his story and tries to hype up others. Is never shy to flex and show off, knowing it turns people on. Anthem: Mercy (Kanye West)

Elmer → Was absolutely in awe of Race’s fuckboy ways, so Race took him under his wing. This resulted in Elmer being the softest, most unassuming fuckboy you’ve ever met. Likes to throw up peace signs and stick his tongue out constantly, poses for selfies with a duck face. Wears jean jackets with the sleeves rolled up to show off his arms. Adidas baseball caps. Sometimes has a scruff. Part of Race and Albert’s skateboard group. Goes to the mall every weekend, picks up girls at the food court. Also frequents amusement parks, and wins girls by showing off his arcade game skills. Is still an honours student because he doesn’t want to disappoint his parents. Anthem: Strip That Down (Liam Payne)

Romeo → Sports clothes 24/7, wears Nike socks with every outfit, complete with highlighter green sneakers that somehow nobody hates. Gets all his game from rom-coms so he knows exactly what the ladies want (secretly likes these films but would never admit it). Also uses pick-up lines, but mostly only cheesy ones. Sends girls personalized memes in an attempt to pick them up. He’s a dancer, so he’ll post videos of him dancing (often suggestively) to fuckboy anthems. Has a TikTok account that he updates three or four times a month. Plays baseball, and only started so he could use the line, “here’s my jersey, I just want to make sure you have my name and number.” Anthem: Low (T Pain)

Tommy Boy → Straight out of a Google search. Leather jackets, motorbikes, tattoos (but not too many). Wears a cross necklace out of respect for his mother. Steals brand name clothes, especially Supreme. Gets inspiration from Barney Stinson’s playbook on How I Met Your Mother. They work 90% of the time (TV magic isn’t always on his side). Takes girls for rides on his bike, always ready to help them sneak out of their house at midnight if they text him. Is an absolute badass but completely respectful, never making a girl uncomfortable and always making sure to get her home safely by sunrise. Anthem: Or Nah (Ty Dolla $ign)

Hotshot → Basically Chuck from Gossip Girl. Shows up unannounced with a flower and a crooked grin. Available at a moment’s notice as a chauffeur, an escort, a partner in crime. Extremely cocky, almost too cocky, but reverses it all with a wink and a kiss. Also, he’s a b-boy. As in breakdancing. He used to take lessons when he was little but doesn’t feel like it anymore, but is always ready to bust out some moves at a party if a good song is on. Has amazing moves, known to have girls absolutely weak the next day. Likes to go to the gym with Spot, not quite as intense as him but still very fit. Anthem: Suit and Tie (Justin Timberlake)

[hiimaprofessionalfangirl]

A list of wild quotes from my freshman year

It’s that time again kids

“WRONG”

“Why is it wrong?” “Because it’s wrong?”

“Never get in a rotten egg fight kids”

“THERES A FUCKING TREE BRANCH IN THE LIVING ROOM”

“Look how veiny my leaf is”

“Coffee is my dad”

“Ariel castrate and the Austrian dickhead”

“Sleep is just death without the commitment”

“Is this a vine?”

“I ate some ice cream and then threw up in an alley way”

“I bleached my hair on a bet”

“Do snakes jump”

“We’re gonna watch the magic school bus”

“She did not consent to that!”

“Is it weird that when I hurt I hurt”

*eats a donut I found under a desk*

“We’re struggling together”

“ooo it’s almost time to skedaddle”

“Grass is a superfood”

“THEY WERE LESBIAN LOVERS MIGUEL”

“Do moths have penises?”

“We only stan cardboard paper in this town.” “Aka school fries”

“Give me Hayley kiyoko or give me death”

“I’m a pretty cool error too”

“Time can eat me”

“I’m as straight as a dick”

“19 isn’t a real number”

“3 is evil”

“Weird flex but ok” (coming from our 22yr old student teacher who didn’t understand memes)

*faintly in a silent hallway* “PUSSY”

“God is actually an alien, change my mind”

“You promised me you’d throw me out the window”

“Passing period is rebirth”

“Science can meet me in the pit”

“She has 2008 eyebrows”

“What’re you gonna do, send dick pics through audio”

“bro omg nihilism radiates off of u its inspiring”

“I threw up twice, I just wanted to let you know”

“Tell me the secrets of the universe u little knock off kermit”

“so u have a frog in ur head and I have a demonic entity, that’s pretty fuckin wild dude”

“The bubble just suicide bombed two other bubbles”

“Stop hyperventilating into a glove”

“Can u calm down I’m trying to eat my cereal”

*opens the door* “no”

“My teacher drop kicked a mouse” (coming from my cousin who goes to a super elite private catholic school)

“A sweet loving hardass, but a hardass nonetheless.”

“Seductively bites yogurt”

“I don’t wanna work as an exorcist ew”

“I guess it wasn’t traffic”

“I don’t care about your job making fake eggs in the 70s”

“Chug 15 olive oils”

“You’re invalid as a human being”

“I just wanna astral project myself into the sun”

“Can I uninstall my teeth”

“I’m going to remove the roof of my mouth” *takes out retainer*

“I’m craving both death and Oreos right now”

“Can you strangle a fish”

“Honey your dick is holding you back”

“I want wall”

“I was proud of you until you finished your sentence”

“Aside from wanting to uninstall my teeth now I want to uninstall my legs”

“Welcome to the calculator game”

“Last hour I got an open container of applesauce thrown at me”

“He looks like a compacted adult”

“Hot food for TIM”

“Did my mom drug my lasagna”

“What just happened?” “My retainer fell out”

“Why are there beans in my chair”

“Shakespeare was a wild card”

“I want a full complement of death”

“Mr Rice you’re a skinny legend”

“Wack? I haven’t heard that since I was in middle school”

“Carrot got yoted”

“Devoreing”

*turns around* “ms Elliott looks like a turtle”

“Purchase one cancer”

“A plateau of a person”

“I’m gonna drink stem cells”

“Is I’m too depressed for this an excuse”

“Sparkling water is just cursive water”

“No one cares about your friends stupid leg nipple”

“If you put wings on your snake rat it a goose”

“My eyeballs have low render distance”

“Ah good, no new bloodstains”

“Bruce banner and all 7 of his PhDs are disappointed in me for not paying attention in biology”

“I think Shakespeare had a foot fetish”

“Instead of marrying Romeos corpse she could marry Paris’s corpse”

“I stole a ring pop from the teacher for you, if that isn’t true love I don’t know what is”

“If your feet come off you’re out”

“You’re thick and not in the good way”

“Is that your answer to everything? Use the knife”

“yeet yeet skittly skeet”

“my mike and Ike’s were definitely laced with acid”

“2 + 1 is 3 you’re stupid”

“We’re gonna 2v1 Shakespeare in a Denny’s parking lot at 3am”

“Real homies eat each other’s legs”

“Ok we have a definitive answer, it is necrophilia”

“why isn’t there a copy and paste button for paper”

“Quit throwing it you ding dong”

“Why does the door sound like bagpipes”

“Are you gonna die in my class or something”

“Just so you know I hear in 4 dimensions”

“Why do I always get stuck with the Texas bitches”

“Fuck my math class this is purgatory”

“You would be a door knob”

“I wanna be a chair”

“That just makes my insides happy”

“I smell,,,,,,,,,,,, a Democrat”

“I found a baby!”

“I’d be the Michael Phelps of doggy paddling”

“Shows before hoes”

“Mother I come to you in my time of need, I need money”

“Big boy posters”

“He just yeeted a bike”

“What kind of 3rd grader insult”

“I play croquet!”

“I cry into my skull”

“He has more hair than brain cells”

*as we enter our history class* “Hello Sophia squared!”

“then it’s just pork squared”

“Elbows are the knees of your feet”

“sounds like mentos for demons”

“You can delete my joints but you can’t delete me”

“I’m predisposed to getting my joints deleted”

“He looks like fucking fletcher from ant farm”

“he wants to be a fuckboi but he’s actually a whore”

“We’re all eboys inside”

“The wind is blowing all the hair I don’t have”

*blows whistle aggressively*

*blows whistle* “I bought it off eBay”

“Switch bitches”

*whistle blows* “YOU SUCK”

“Good job mckell you made it to a base” “oh fuck you”

“You have not lived until you’ve had a whole stalk of rhubarb up your ass!”

“THE GOVERNMENT”

“If I get kidnapped and the guy is hot just diagnose me with Stockholm syndrome already”

“I am just joints”

“School can vore itself”

“Face like teeth”

“I’m short, unathletic and unwilling to try”

*after getting hit in the face* “are you ok” “no but my glasses are and that’s all that matters”

“your virginity or every single one of your toes”

“Thanos broke my dick”

“I’m sorry I have tits”

“Maybe the ball and trash can have magnets in them, and that’s why it keeps landing on the trash can”

“Dumbass with the fuckin sandals”

“It’s Han Han tiddy croissant, get it right”

“My name is Shaka oovka and I know god”

“But this is raspberry pez”

“Gimme your elbows”

*to my mom* “Geometry is propaganda”

“It’s tissue paper not crack you idiot”

“Jack owes the government all of its money”

“You want my nuts”

“I’d like to interrupt your regularly scheduled programming for an imitation of jack”

“because the government is tired of me being gay on the internet so they shut down my phone”

“Don’t lick my son Annora”

“I set a playground on fire”

“Stacy’s mom, damn them tiddies”

“Layla just dipped on me and made out with a 17 year old in the bathroom

*sits down* “I look like a horse girl”

“Freddie Mercury died from cooties”

“WAIT BECAUSE OF THE RULER INCIDENT”

tagging @eggtissue so she can see our beautiful creation

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“Kinky. But I don’t think you have it in you Romeo.” Chen smiles.

“You’re right, I don’t.” He sticks his tongue out at the other. “Bite me, brat.”

[sanguinesinners]

Of course - Roman had never taken into account that the boy would of course be struggling through Roman’s lewd exchanges with women, to him, it was all hot pussy on legs... and he was a prick to dismiss anyone’s feelings so easily as so though they had never mattered, or existed. This was indeed a fault of his, but he didn’t exactly know any better, it was The hot rich fuckboy, as students called him, and to learn to alter or be better for someone he needed someone to direct him to at least respect what others felt, he hadn’t had anyone in life to guide him. And a whore for mother wouldn’t know any better either...

After finishing his milkshake and taking more big bites out of his burger, only a few minutes after Cal had mentioned his plan to draw and write a song, Roman had fixated his green gaze on him again. Only something was slightly different, his visage had changed, saddened and almost seemed as though the soft skin around his eyes had reddened - Course the Upir didn’t comment, but he had silently observed and comprehended it in his own way. He swallowed and sucked at his long fingers until all the sauce and whatever the burger had contained were cleaned off of Romans digits.

“Aaright” He gave him, this time no sarcasm followed, and he just reciprocated with a light nod and a half hearted smile “-I draw and do that shit in my classes to be honest, it’s not educational but as I said when we met? I’d rather not go over how two people love, fuck then die again” He said, referring to Romeo and Juliet whilst he gave a shrug “Fuckin’ tragic, but, who cares” He finished, rolling his tongue against his cheek as he let Cal try to finish off his shake and burger before giving the door of the cafe a small nod.

“Whenever you’re ready I’ll drop you home” He said. Pulling himself up and moving to pay.

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Upon waiting for the boy to jump in his Jaguar, Roman was back at biting at his nails, it was truly a habit of his, one of impatience or anxiety maybe, but he had noticed now that it was a reoccurrence only when Caleb was nearby...

He waited for the wolf to get himself adjusted before pulling out into the street on the road. The Upir was hoping the journey back didn’t consist of silence, and of course he had processed that something was wrong given the boys change of his demeanour, and so whilst half way to Cal’s house he had mustered up some idle chatter.

“So what music do you write? And what do ya draw?” He asked, a sincere and normal question, and even for the dumb sarcastic owl, this was the first.

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Another scoff made its way out of the Prince’s mouth, his sarcasm had evidently returned and incited the Upir’s playfulness. “Peter’s not here though” He added, and then he gave another ‘oh shut up’ pout at him again, before drumming his fingers upon the table oncemore. “Oh come on, quit yabbering about that bullshit when I’m sure the wolf also throws whatever comes out of that muzzle at me too” He wasn’t necessarily phased by that, given the humoured visage he graced the boy with now, though it seemed to soften and morph into a more serious expression when Cal had finally let out his last comment…

And that’s when the Upir finally had made silence between them, his eyes getting lost upon his milkshake, as though he’d become some sort of statue, he pulled his bottom lip down in thought, and really, there was no other person he could think of but one, and even then he had dismissed the possibility of it, how the wolf could conjure up feelings for Godfrey, it was impossible… truly.

It didn’t stop Roman from letting a knowing yet small triumphant smile curl to the corners of his lips, his eyes now gazing into chocolate hues once the boy had finished face palming and hiding. Though no more words had left him, he wanted to just process the feeling, and the hope… of being wanted.

A young woman finally came over with their burgers, upon their delivery, Godfrey being the lewd prick he was, had eyed Cal throughout the pleasant exchanges from the young waitress and then when she turned he had directed his gaze to admire her ass, a familiar tug to those Godfrey lips again. He was an asshole - but what was new?

Taking a bite into his burger, he redirected his attention back to idle chatter before they finished up and went back home, and their separate ways for the day. “So what’s your plans for tonight? Besides being on a leash by your parents” He was taking a strong wild guess, but he had to make small talk somehow, and unfortunately for Cal, Romans small talk consisted of sarcasm.

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There was a weird vibe in the air. One that came from Caleb’s frustration mixing with whatever the fuck it was Roman was feeling. Caleb had thought that he was a rollercoaster of emotions and yet here Roman was, playing out a thousand feelings a minute. Angry. Sad. Sarcastic. Bitter. Smiling. It was hard to keep up really and sometimes Caleb wondered if any of those feelings were even real or if Godfrey was just putting on a mask – a front. Caleb hoped not because he’d been nothing but open with Roman. Ironically so in more ways than one.

The locking of their eyes held a certain meaning – one Caleb couldn’t decipher and then it was gone. Caleb watching the interaction between Roman and the waitress. Blonde. Pretty. Caleb saw Roman watch her as she walked away and there was this ping in his chest. It felt like it had been on purpose. Whether it was Roman testing out a hypothesis or if he was just being a piece of shit was beyond Caleb’s understanding. Either way, his feelings were hurt and not just because of Roman’s straying eyes either.

There were always girls like that waitress. Face coated in make up and tits or ass on display. Caleb was blessed with a bit of booty, but that hadn’t always been that way. Of course, he didn’t have boobs and he could barely put on eyeliner correctly and really what else did he have to compare to a girl like her? It was difficult for him being confused with his jealousy. Wanting to be her because she was something he wasn’t.

Roman’s question pulled him out of his thoughts and he blinked rapidly — enough so that a tear managed to leave one eye, but he quickly rid himself of it the moment he felt it run from his tear ducts. Hopefully, Roman had been too focused on his stupid burger to realize and even if he had seen, Caleb hoped the upir would keep his mouth shut just this once about something. Today had just been way too overwhelming.

“I’ll probably work some more on the song I’ve been writing.” Caleb said before forcing himself to focus on the burger, opening the paper and picking pieces of it rather than just taking a bite. He hated the way his throat still felt raw from earlier. “Maybe try to draw if I feel like making myself angry.” He broke off a piece of lettuce and put it aside. “Nothing crazy, I guess.”

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Hello! I'm sorry I didn't send you a message earlier. I had a research lab I had to attend as part of my course grade. 😅 Anyway, what you witnessed must have been tough, even if abuse is not directly your trigger. It seemed to further reinforce your dislike for Karamel, but also upset u (which totally makes sense), so I'm sorry. Supergirl shouldn't normalize (or romanticize) abuse and make it seem like an epic romance. 2.17 sucked. If I can make poached eggs, I'm a changed person? (Pt1) 💙

(pt 2/3) I guess I should have been used Kara’s sudden 180 degree changes in opinion when it comes to Mon, but was still floored when she gave J'onn a lecture about how she needs him. 😑 (Also, wtf Mon is now family, J'onn? Why?). Ugh. There was a lot wrong with that episode. Also, yes! You worded exactly how I feel about that ship. I wish we could have seen Katie as a vampire though…*sighs*. Oh, I don’t agree with what Dracula did (like not at all). I just wanted to see more Vamp! Lucy. 🙂🌷 (¾ uh, I changed it. Now there will be 4 parts) I also attended private school. It wasn’t very preppy, but there were fissures among us because the teachers catered to some. I digress. We could double team Merlin and he’d probably lose 🎉. Also, we somehow ended him before that one unfortunate event (😿) occured , so Morgana is fine/happy and we are her champions. Haha. 😅🗡⚔I seriously think she would have been a better ruler overall. You got my riddle! 💙 Congratulations. Usually, you’d– (4/4) be granted passage somewhere or given a reward. Here’s a 🌷. I’ll come up with something when I’ve the time, but I won’t forget. Let’s see: Did you feel thay the introduction of Jason and Co. and Camp Jupiter cheapened the Percy Jackson series? Would you have preferred they continued with the Greek mythology aspect and those kids? 🙂 Also, what would be your weapon as a demigod? What would the metal be composed of? No judgement, I’m not a Percy Jackson purist so anything is fair game. 💙

Oh, but it’s not just poached eggs, it’s bacon and coffee and laundry. Truly a changed man who never raised his voice or tried to murder a man for liking his crush. Husband material. The scene where she cries to J’onn that they have to save him because it’s unfair and her fault and it’ll destroy his life and he was only in that situation because of her, this girl I watched yesterday had an almost verbatim reaction to her bf being sent away, down to ‘he was only trying to protect me’ and that was the moment I related to sg, and I was like ‘holy shit, this is horrifying’. Everything in that episode was wrong. Even the Romeo and Juliet exaggerated references (ugh), like, Kara might even be Juliet, but he is not Romeo, he is Paris.

What kind of lab, by the way? And it’s fine, I was singing Camp Rock and High School Musical songs to my dog… she got scared.  😁

We’ve been robbed of a Dracula season two. We deserved to see Lucy being a vampire. I would have sold my soul to see that. Can you imagine? Her going around, seducing people, being hot, biting people mid-makeout… it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. Like, I’ve never understood why straight girls were so into vampires until I considered girls being vampires, and it shifted my entire worldview *gay sigh*. 😊

My private school wasn’t like those things you see in movies and stuff (you could say it wasn’t preppy at all), it was just like a regular school, only very very rich kids and entitled fuckboys. The stuff of nightmares, there was even a few boys who harassed the young female teachers. Though I had no problems with teachers in middle school, it was a Montessori school, so it was the best fit for someone with ADHD, and there were a lot of disabled kids being treated the same as every other student, and that was great, I know a lot of schools in the same area that weren’t like that, including the school I went to high school, where the entitled fuckboy palooza happened.

Here’s the plan: we team up and end Merlin before he even goes to Camelot, everything is solved, go in on his place and save everything, she doesn’t need physical protection, she can handle herself, but she does need love and support, that’s where we come in. 😎😇 She would have been a better ruler than Uther, but after she was wronged by so many and somewhat manipulated by Morgause, she went on a downward spiral. If it was before ‘the unfortunate event’, yeah, she’d be a great queen.

I feel like I’m cheating because I already knew the riddle… but it is kind of the most famous riddle, so maybe it’s okay? and like, usually if I got the riddle wrong I’d be strangled and devoured, so I think the 🌷 and not dying are good enough prizes. Not that I’ll deny anything, I’ll accept rewards in form of pizza and/or cookies

I like Jason and Co, and I liked Camp Jupiter. I don’t think it cheapened the story, I really liked the plot, granted a bunch of teenagers running around and fighting giant deadly monsters and shit might not be the best situation, but overall, as far as I read, I liked it. I think we got enough of the Greeks, and the Romans deserved their chance as well, but I would have liked better if we got a purely Roman story at first, like Jason’s story like we got Percy’s, a book or two about his life at camp Jupiter, preferably parallel to Percy’s, and then the crossover. But that would be a lot to write and I agree with the decision to introduce them when they were introduced. I would like more short stories about the lives of people on both camps, that would be nice.

I have a thing for swords, I really like swords. But I also love archery (not that I’m any good at it) so I think I’d have both, I’d definitely want training in these two. A magical quiver with endless arrows would be awesome, also like maybe a bracelet that turned into a bow and idk I can’t think of anything original to be turned into a sword, but something I could keep in my pocket.The metal(s) would be, for both the sword and the arrows, half Celestial Bronze and half Silver (maybe a side dagger laced with lead or a few lead-laced arrows so I can fix some mistakes around the DEO). 😉 

What would your weapon be? You could use it to help me fight Merlin 😜