#so shout out to you three!!! ily all sm!!!!

[dellalyra]

Family Formation - T W E N T Y

A/N: To the nonnie who requested this I just wanna say ily sm. count this as a stand alone and a sequel to primal !!

CW: blood, anxiety, swearing, fluff, canon typical violence, author taking creative liberties bc I can

Summary: memories, clouded by sleep.

Words: 5k oops

The car pulled into the driveway of the school as Gojo, Geto and Shoko were sitting outside eating lunch, awaiting their classmate’s return from what was meant to be a standard, in-and-out mission. You were already an hour late, but that didn’t concern any of them. You were almost as strong as the boys, and it was only a Grade 3.

However, when the car pulled up, screeching into the parking bay and skidding to a stop with the driver lurching out of the seat and pulling open the back door – shouting for Shoko, three hearts climbed into three throats.

They all stood and raced over to the open car door, expecting the sight of blood, broken limbs and a mangled you – and what they found shocked them even more. Satoru’s face had paled and his speed to the car could have won a record. Now would have been a great time to tease Satoru about his obvious feelings for you, but the other two were just as worried.

You, curled up, sleeping peacefully. Satoru noticed you had your hand tucked under your chin with your jacket acting as a blanket, the exact way you usually slept.

“Ieiri-san! Please! Help!” The driver said, flustered.

“All this fuss to wake her up? Jesus, I know she’s bitchy in the morning, but this seems –” Shoko begins, rolling her eyes as she ducks in to shake her best friend awake.

“She won’t! I can’t! She will not wake up! I’ve tried everything.” The man was shaking.

Sure enough, as Shoko poked your face and tried to rouse you, you didn’t move a muscle. There was no blood, no visible injuries – the driver said you hadn’t reported any injuries to him as you got into the car, you just fell asleep. However, he did mention, in between mumbles, the words ‘special grade’, which made Geto spin on his heel.

“What do you mean special grade? This mission was Y/N’s solo mission to exorcise a grade 3?” His eyes narrowed.

“It was a special grade, exceptionally powerful – it was meant to be grade 3. The information must have been wrong.” He babbled.

Even Satoru and Suguru weren’t sent on solo missions for special grades yet – they were only second years. Satoru’s brain was spinning and spinning like a spinning top, and he couldn’t hear any more words.

“We need to get her into the med bay, Goj – Geto, can you carry her in?” Shoko says.

“I’ll take her.” Satoru pushes past but is quickly stopped by Shoko.

“No - you’re shaking like a leaf, Geto will carry her.” Shoko knew that Satoru’s feelings for you were sending him into a panic, Geto at least had some physical stability.

So Suguru swoops you into his arms (Satoru hates the sight) and begins following Shoko to the infirmary – Satoru beside him, eyes never leaving your frame.

As he leaves you on Shoko’s medical bed, Geto grabs Gojo’s shoulder and ushers him outside.

“C’mon, man, let’s let Shoko work. She’ll be okay for a minute.” The curse manipulator wraps an arm around his best friend’s shoulders and guides him outside.

Or attempts to.

“I’m not leaving her.” He says, with such finality in his usually jovial voice that his classmates don’t question him.

“You can stay, Gojo.” Shoko nods, secretly finding this all sweet.

After about 20 minutes of tests, vitals and physical checks. Shoko concludes that you are, truly, just fast asleep.

However, there is not an ounce of cursed energy left in your body.

At that moment, Yaga steps in.

“I knew you’d all be here. Joined at the hip, all four of you. Shoko, how is she?” He questions.

“She’s – literally sleeping.” She starts and fills in their teacher.

“Yaga – the driver said it was a Special Grade.” Geto asks.

“Yes. It was. What I’m about to say does not leave this room, is that understood?” His dark eyes serious as he leans on the desk near him.

They all nod.

“The mission was assigned to Y/N specially, saying that the curse was well suited to be exorcised by her with the nature, no pun intended, of her cursed technique. She was dispatched this morning, and according to what I’ve found it – it quickly became apparent that the curse was a special grade. The curse trapped her to prevent escape or contacting us for back up. She fought and fought, and eventually managed to defeat the curse, but only while using an extremely powerful Technique inherent to her bloodline. Sunburst, they call it. It takes the remainder of a sorcerer’s cursed energy and expels it from their body in a blast of golden light – evaporating whatever is in their path.” Yaga explains.

“Why was she there alone?” Gojo asks, through gritted teeth. It should have been him; he could have done it – or at least been there to take the brunt for you.

“I believe it was deliberate.” Yaga replies and three heads whip to look at him.

Geto seems to be the one it clicks with first.

“The higher ups.” Geto concludes.

Yaga just nods.

“I suspect this was a ploy from them to find out whether or not Y/N does indeed possess the Sunburst technique, it hasn’t been seen in 300 years, the last wielder was the same woman who wielded her nature spirit conjuring technique.”

Satoru doesn’t think he’s ever felt rage quite like this. An ugly, bubbling, white hot sensation snaking its way through his body, making his hands curl into fists at his sides. His silence is what alerts his teacher and classmates. Satoru is never silent.

The crazed look of murderous intent in his eyes sends a wave of fright into the hearts of the other three, they’ve never seen Satoru look like that.

He moves to stalk out the door, like a wolf hunting its prey. He’s the Gojo clan head, he’s got influence – maybe he can get them to lay off you, stop sending you to your death just because they’re scared of what you could be. Maybe, if he bides his time – if he grows and gets even stronger – he can kill them all. Him, Suguru, you – all of them.

A body gets in his way.

Suguru.

“You’ll only make it worse for her, Satoru. She needs you here, stay with her.”

And he listens. He’ll stay. He’ll always stay.

He’ll always stay for you.

He collapses into a chair beside you and completely gives up caring that there are others in the room as he takes your tiny hand in his and just lays his head beside you on the bed.

The hours blend into one another like paints on a palette as Satoru drifts in and out of sleep, maintaining his position beside you. He’s woken out of his daze by a flick on the forehead, courtesy of one Shoko Ieiri.

“I’ve figured out what’s going on. I rang her mom, who rang her grandma – and I talked to them and went over all of her charts. First of all, good luck to the higher ups because every single member of Y/N’s clan is on the warpath now. Second, it’s actually painfully simple what’s going on - I’m shocked I didn’t see it sooner.” She says, as she softly tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You gonna tell us or just keep blabbering?” Suguru says.

“Fuck off Geto. But yes, I’ll tell you, but only if Satoru admits it.” She smirks.

“Admits what?” The boy in question retaliates.

“That you’re in love with her.”

Satoru blinks.

He’s – what?

A moment passes.

“Holy shit.” He screeches.

“Dude - didn’t you not know? Seriously?” Suguru laughs.

“No, I always react like this to everything! Of course, I didn’t know, Suguru!” Satoru hisses, blue eyes wide.

There’s a beat of silence.

“Whelp. No hiding it now. Yep - I’m in love with her and I’m gonna marry her and we’re gonna have a whole army of babies. Thanks guys!” Satoru smiles, shooting two thumbs up at his friends.

“You’re a fucking idiot, Satoru. What’s up with her, Sho?” Suguru rolls his eyes.

“She’s hibernating,” Shoko shrugs.

“What? Like – a bear?” Suguru asks.

“Shoko, I hate to break it to you, but I don’t know if you’ve noticed but Y/N isn’t a bear.” Satoru adds.

“Jesus you’re both idiots. But yeah – like a bear. Her sunburst technique uses the remainder of her cursed energy. Now Suguru, you’re a curse manipulator, Satoru you have the six eyes and limitless – what do people call Y/N?” She explains, as if explaining math to a 6-year-old.

“The Dryad.” Suguru says, with his hand up like he’s in class.

“Yeah – her clan are meant to be descendants of nature spirits, really ancient ones. Her whole technique is based around nature, yeah? So, when she’s out of cursed energy or her body or spirit is completely exhausted – her body turns to a recharging state.” The brunette girl says as she combs your long H/C hair and settles it into a loose braid.

“So… like a phone? When you use all the battery and then plug it in to charge and it takes a few minutes to turn back on?” Satoru puzzles, head cocked to the side like a curious puppy.

“N- actually, yeah. Good job, Gojo – you said something smart.” She pats his head, and he smiles, Suguru just laughing at the scene.

They all just sit as Shoko finishes your hair, then takes out a small pink bag from beside her – one the boys recognise as yours. A small tin is opened, and she dabs a finger into the creamy gel inside it and applies it to your lips, then takes out a tube and squirts some onto your face, rubbing it in gently.

“This bitch would kill me if she wakes up without her skincare done I swear.” Shoko giggles.

There’s a beat.

“How long?” Gojo asks, shoulders slumped. It had only been hours and he missed you already, your silly jokes and your enthusiasm for everything – his partner in chaos. Fuck, he really was in love with you.

“A few days, probably.” Shoko shrugs, she doesn’t seem worried – but Shoko never seems worried.

They sit and chat for a while, and then Shoko checks you one final time as her and Geto prepare to leave. Satoru stays put.

“C’mon, Satoru. It’s late.” Geto squeezes his best friend's shoulder.

“What? No. I’m staying with her. I’ll stay in the other hospital bed.” His eyes were steely. The other two knew there was no dissuading him, not when he decided he was doing something. Spoiled, maybe – In love with you, definitely.

The days went like that, Satoru would only leave to eat or bathe or train. Then he’d be with you, Suguru would be there 70% of the time too – his honorary baby sister wasn’t gonna wake up alone. Shoko would fuss over you, in a very Shoko-esque fashion of pretending to be calm.

Then on day three, you stirred – lips curving into a smile as you saw both of your hands were occupied on either side – Satoru’s fingers entwined with yours on your left and Suguru’s hands encasing yours on the other side. They were both asleep. Suguru had his head on the bed beside your legs and Satoru was snoozing on your shoulder. You let out a small laugh.

“Good morning, sleeping beauties.” You sang.

They both jolted up.

“You’re awake!”

“Don’t ever do that again, you had us worried sick!”

Satoru basically flung himself at you while Suguru pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, before grabbing Shoko.

When he left and it was just you and Satoru, you thought for a second maybe you’d died and gone to heaven because of this angel beside you – hair alight in the fluorescent gleam of the infirmary and a look in your eyes that you would have seen reflected in your own had their been a mirror. Pure, true love.

Still sleepy, you squeezed his hand.

“Hi, ‘toru.”

Your words were slurred with sleep but his heard had never swelled more than hearing this new nickname.

“Say that again.” He smirked.

“Hi Satoru?”

“No, say it how you said it first.”

“Hi, ‘toru.” You smiled, realising the smile on his face was from your impromptu nickname.

“There we go. If we’re doing new names, then you need one too.” His eyes lit up.

“What’s it gonna be then? Suguru already calls me lil’ lady.” You smile, rubbing your eyes free of sleep.

“Only thing it could be. So, how you feelin’, Princess?” His smile as he christens your new name would make your knees weak if you weren’t laying down. His princess. You liked that. It fed into your delusions that maybe, just maybe, he might be as in love with you as you are with him.

You let out a giggle and the flush of your cheeks send Satoru spiralling.

At that moment, the other two come back into the room.

“There’s my girl, how you feeling?” Shoko asks.

“Kinda stiff, but not too bad. What happened?” You ask, stretching your limbs which are heavy with sleep.

“After the special grade – a whole other issue, which Yaga and your mom are dealing with –” she rolls her eyes.

“Oh no.” You interject, your mom is gonna be pissed. You nearly pity the higher ups.

“That’s what I said. Your use of your trump card caused you to lose all cursed energy – and given the root of your technique, your body decided to hibernate.” She said, checking your vitals as she spoke.

“Oh – so like, a phone recharging?” You ask, and the other three descend into howls of laughter that your brain immediately saw the same correlation as Satoru.

12 Y E A R S L A T E R

The strong arms clad in white still held onto you with a vice like grip – the smaller hands, smelling of smoke were acting as the comfort, petting your head and shielding your eyes.

The sons shaking your body were enough to cause an earthquake if you hadn’t been so utterly exhausted already, nothing was registering.

There was only word thought, one word, one feeling circulating your body right now.

Satoru Satoru Satoru Satoru Satoru Satoru Satoru

You vaguely felt cold hands cup your cheeks and guiding your head to look at the so far nameless and faceless person.

Dark brown eyes stared back at you.

Shoko.

“He’s okay. Satoru is okay, Y/N. He’s fine. He’s alive. Don’t look at the screen, but I saw him heal - he’s alive.” Her own usually steady voice sounded breathless.

Satoru Satoru Satoru sa-

Alive.

You registered the words. You tried to turn your head to where the screens are but a larger hand keeps your head facing away. Big hands, soft, warm.

Kento?

No.

Dead.

Suguru?

No.

Dead.

You try to look up, and a face you know looks down at you.

Choso. Yuuji’s brother Choso. Safe.

You trust him. You trust Shoko. You sit there, you can’t move, imprisoned and most of your fight was gone. You couldn’t look. One of them would die.

Nobody wanted you to see that.

Your empty eyes and shallow breathing and shivering form would terrify onlookers, if they weren’t busy facing the screen.

Just as your body began to come down from its fight or flight reaction, it happened.

A gut wrenching, deep, blood curdling scream that shook the very foundations of the building once more.

The arms around you slackened and left altogether and you collapsed to the floor, your head following the bodies movement. It stopped and scooped a crumbled heap of pink into its arms.

Pink. Pink.

Yuuji?

No. No no no no no no no.

Your body knew first before your brain did, and the chorus of the incessant song began again with different lyrics.

Megumi megumi megumi megumi megumi my baby megumi megumi my baby meg

You scrambled to your feet and physical intuition took over and you just about made it to the door before your body froze and wouldn’t move no matter how much you fought.

‘Stop.’ That voice.

You could turn around, and what you saw felt like betrayal.

Inumaki.

Just as your body slackened as his words effect faded another pair of arms caught you. You knew this time who it was, Yuuta held you close to him. You fought and screamed and kicked and scratched to try and push your way out.

“Yuuta let me fucking go! Let me go! I have to – I have to get out! I have to get to them! Fuck Yuuta let me go, now!” You roared, but the figure didn’t budge. He could hold you himself, he’d gotten stronger over the last year, not that he needed it – your fights seemed fierce in your head but all ferocity had been expended in your earlier attempt to get to your husband. Hakari, Maki, Kusakabe and Choso were all trying (and failing) to restrain Yuuji.

Megumi Satoru megumi Satoru megumi Satoru megumi Satoru megumi my love my baby my love my baby megumi Satoru

Please

The world was getting fuzzy.

You kept going, and struggling until he felt you slacken. Broken sobs. That’s all you had now. Just empty, hollow sobs.

It was haunting. He tried to comfort you, but what comfort could he be when he himself had no idea what happened.

That was, until the opposite door swung open.

Through the ringing of your ears, you didn’t hear the cacophony.

But you felt the hands.

The hands.

Your eyes dart up the arms, scars, scars?

Pale skin, trailing up to bloodied black fabric – shredded.

Pale neck, also bloodied.

Eyes. Crystal blue eyes. Those eyes.

Your whisper, unsure if this was a hallucination.

“‘Toru?” You reach fingers to his cheek.

“It’s me, Princess.” He smiles.

“Are you real, ‘toru?” Comes out in a breath.

“I’m real, ‘Princess. I’m here.” He presses his hands to your face, kneeling on the ground beside you.

You let out a wail, because he was here, and he was alive. Your beautiful boy. You run your hands all over his face, his blood mingling on your skin, and his neck and his arms – torn flesh freshly scarring. Scarred, bloodied, alive. You wail into his skin as your glassy eyes reach to meet his, and his smile is the last thing you see before it all goes dark.

Satoru feels you go limp in his arms, he doesn’t panic, your eyes are closed – he knows what’s happened. His pretty girl, so tired.

A dark-haired body is cradled across the room by his pink haired love, with his oldest surviving friend providing the best medical attention that can be found.

He lifted you into his arms, your tiny form nestled against his chest. He motioned for the other boy – another one reunited with his love, to do the same. You all needed rest.

The warmth of your temporary home enveloped the people who entered it. Touches of you, everywhere. Even a vase of what he know to be Tsumiki’s favourite flowers (daffodils) on the windowsill.

He separated from Yuuji and Shoko, and their bundle of limbs and blood and took you into one of the bedrooms, carefully laying your sleeping form into the bath, stripping your bloody clothes, covered in ashes away from your scratched skin. He hissed as the water touched some freshly healed wounds, as sat with your back between his legs, against his chest. He could have just wiped you down. It would have been easier. But he needed your closeness, even in your sleep. Your comfort, your heat, your scent – he needed it. Fighting your adopted son to kill the demon inside him would never be easy. He thinks how far you’ve come together, from your first hibernation when he refused to leave your side, to now.

The door swings open, and shameless as ever, Shoko walks in and without care for water or any of her usual exterior, wraps both him and you into her arms.

“Thank you, Satoru. Thank you for coming home.” She whispers. She then helps him clean your wounds, and assesses his scars as you both continue to soak. Shoko had delivered your son, there was no worry of lack of clothing here.

She then excused herself to return to the spare room, the other couple also resting there’s a mirror image. Both exhausted, one awake, one unconscious.

Satoru lays you in bed, wraps you in blankets and then kisses your head before leaving to go to the next room over. He had duties to attend to now, he needed to check on our boy.

You felt a crack of sunshine creeping through your eyelids and groaned a little at the brightness, you turn in your half-asleep state and your arm meets a solid plane. You jolt, remembering where you are, why you’re here and who this is.

He’s already looking at you.

Crystal blue eyes smiling down at you, and you are jolted twelve years into the past.

No words need to be said between you.

“Hi ‘toru.” You whisper.

“Hi princess.” He replies.

You lunge at him and wrap your arms around his neck, feeling every flex of every muscle and huff of every breath as you capture his lips in yours.

“I thought I’d lost you.” You croak, through fresh tears.

“Impossible, did you forget? I’m the strongest.” He winks, which makes you let out a breathy laugh.

You kiss and when you pull away you look him in the eyes.

“‘Toru. I’m scared to ask. Just please know, if – if you had to do it. I don’t blame you. Just, tell me the truth.” You whisper, voice broken.

He smiles at you; glad he’d sent the text to the other bedroom as he felt you stir.

“Come with me, Princess.” He says, guiding you to your feet.

You follow him along, coming to a stop at the next door over the hallway.

He puts his hand on the handle, and as he pushes, he leans down to you.

“Now, try not to smother the kid, sweet girl.” He lets out a laugh at this.

The door opens.

You nearly collapse again.

On the bed, awake with a book in his hand and almost a mummy with bandages around him, free hand entwined with the boy beside him – is your son.

You let out a sob and just sprint across the room, tossing yourself onto the bed with complete abandon, all cognitive thought flying out the window because your boy, you little boy was alive and well and Satoru fucking did it.

Arms wrap around you as a book fall to the floor and two baritone laughs echo out, one from the bed beside you and your son and the other from the doorway.

You pull away, tears cascading like Niagara Falls down your face, you clutch the boys' cheeks in your hands around examine him, still sobbing.

“I’m okay, mama.” Megumi’s hands grab your wrists to reassure you.

“Oh my baby boy, I didn’t know – oh god. My sweet boy. I should’ve never let you out of my sight. I’m so proud of you. My strong, amazing boy.” His head is pulled into you chest, and for once he doesn’t argue, just breathes in the scent of his mother, and the feel of her sweater on his battered skin.

“Thank you, mama. You and dad. You kept your promise. You came for me.” You suck in a breath, you’ve no idea how he heard your promise you and your love had made that night on the balcony to get your boy – but he did.

Yuuji goes to stand up to leave you two alone, but your hand reaches out like a cobra and with unnerving strength for someone your size you pull him down to join the cuddle pile.

“Satoru get your ass and all of them eyes over here.” You manage a laugh as you pull him to you.

He lets out a booming laugh and joins you all on the bed.

Recommended Listening:

Softcore - The Neighbourhood

Goner - Twenty One Pilots

Don’t Blame Me - Taylor Swift

TV - Billie Eilish

Home - Edith Whiskers

[blackcatarts]

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[muichiroslover]

THE BIGGEST CONGRATS TO YOU FOR HITTING 100 RIN ❤️

Can I please request

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For Bokuto from Haikyuu!

Just fluff fluff and more fluff hehe 💓

I hope that’s not too much emojis I got too excited 😂

MUAAA 💋

AINEEEE THANK YOU SM OMGGGG ILY THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING AHH ITS ALL THANKS TO YOU MOM 😂😂❤️

MUA XOXO

NO NOT AT ALL HERE YOU GO I HOPE YOU ENJOY!! (●’◡’●)ﾉ♥︎♥︎

You had just finished setting up the fire when you felt arms wrap around you, before you could say anything a bag of marshmallows fell into your eye sight, being swung around in front of your face

You look behind you to see your boyfriend grinning that smile you love so much as he makes his way to sit next to you

“It wouldn’t be camping if we didn’t make s’mores!” He says and you laugh as you open your bag and grab the graham crackers

“You’re right ko, thankfully I’m prettttyyyy skilled in this area” you say matter a factly and Bokuto laughs as he opens the bag of marshmallows

You both grab a stick and stick the marshmallows onto them as you hold them over the fire

“Don’t let it burn Kōtarō” you remind your boyfriend as you guys roast your marshmallows, he waves you off

“Of course not, I won’t don’t worry I’m a pro at this” he says and you smirk giving him that look “yeah sure if you say so” you respond

“BABE MINE IS BURNNNNT” Bokuto whines as you had just finished putting yours in between the cracker and chocolate

You turn around to see your boyfriend looking at the stick that had a now charcoal block on it instead of a marshmallow

You sigh but smile “Ko I told you” you say and he pouts as you go over to him, you grab a marshmallow and take off the burnt one on top replacing it with new fluffy white one

“Here I’ll help you” you say with a smile to your boyfriend who’s cheeks lit up in slight red “okayyy” he said with a slight pout in his voice

You sat next to him as he roasted his marshmallow

“anddd..now remove it” you say and he nods as he slowly removes the stick, he gasps when it’s perfectly roasted

You watch as he grabs his crackers and chocolate and puts them together with such concentration that it made you giggle

When he finished he held it up like it was some kind of art piece

“Done! Oh man this looks so good” he says happily as you laugh and grab yours, on the count of three you both bit into your s’mores and let out sounds of satisfaction at the sweet crunchy treat

“Ohm babe look at fath!” Bokuto says his mouth still full after putting the entire s’more into his mouth

You look up and your eyes shine as the stars light up your face in the moonlight, you and Bokuto both gasp when a flying star shoots through the sky and as if having the same idea you both jump up

“Lanterns!” You both say and then smile at each other as you both high five, you guys maneuvered around your camping site and finally got all your materials

You both sat on the ground as you got your crayons and paints

“Look babe it’s you!” Bokuto laughed as he flipped his lantern around, you look closely and see a little messy doodle of your face and you laugh

“Really? Is that how I look like to you ko?” You ask amused and he proudly grins “Yes, you are the most beautiful person ever!” He shouts and you can’t help the smile that takes over as you doodle on your lantern

“Here Ko this ones you” you say turning your lantern around, Bokuto looks up and gasps as he lets out a laugh “I love it!” He shouts and you laugh along with him

A little doodle of an owl that resembled your boyfriend was now on your lantern

You finally grabbed the sharpie as you wrote your wish inside of it

“What are you gonna write babe?” Bokuto asks as he writes his own wish, you smile

“If I tell you it won’t come true” you say and he lets out a huff and a quiet “fineee”

Finally you both finish and stand up, you both light your lanterns and gently lift them up and let them float, Bokuto wrapped his arm around you as you both watched your lanterns twirl and bump into each other lovingly

“So you really aren’t gonna tell me what yours said?”

“Nope”

You and Bokuto sighed tiredly as you both decided to turn in for the night and climb into the tent

The stars in the sky shined brightly as they lit up the world in their own special way, two lanterns dancing in the moonlight

[I hope he proposes] 🏮

[I hope she says yes] 🏮

[spookybreadstick]

hi, im new :) Dont worry abt what u write its rly good and ily💗 i came 2 stay and hope ur doing well!

I was hoping if i could get some fluffy™ headcanons or a scenario -whatever ur choice is- with a female reader and L.J? The reader has a strong sense of justice but is extremely compassiomate, wise, quiet/shy and like touch starved🥺🥺👉🏻👈🏻 sorry if im crinGe i need more content of him on this site-- Im not sure what else to add 2 help u w this since i just woke up lolol but yeah thank u sm in advance, i wish u all the best💌💛💋

hello newbie! thank you for stopping by and i’m glad you want to stay! i am doing pretty well (i took down my x-mas decorations today and there are a lot of them bc decorating is fun, so i had mini chocolate santas as a reward lol) i hope you are well, also! and thank you so much for the writing compliment, it means a lot to me!!

🍬 LJ x Reader (compassionate, wise, quiet/shy, touch-starved, strong sense of justice, female) Relationship HCs 🍬

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🍬 LJ thinks you’re the cutest girl in the whole world!!

🍬 He adores your compassionate nature, it makes him feel very happy to have such a caring girlfriend 

🍬 He also likes that you are wise. It makes him feel very proud to have such a smart girlfriend. 

🍬 You will have to step in to keep him out of trouble, and he'll listen to you.

🍬 If you tell him that telling that joke at the dinner table is a bad idea, or that you shouldn't trap a bunch of bees to launch at Jeff's head because he won't find it too funny, then he won't do it. 

🍬 Which is saying something, because LJ usually just does what he wants despite other people's opinions because he thinks his bad jokes/pranks are funny. 

🍬 But also, if you'd like to have some fun with him, you could tell him literally anything in a serious tone and he'd believe it 100%. 

🍬 He trusts whatever you say because you are wise (especially compared to him lol, he's the opposite of wise) 

🍬 If you have a strong sense of justice, that can mean a couple of different things: 

Situation One: You're really into criminal justice and the law. This can be sort of a problem because, you know, LJ's "line of work". But LJ is totally justified in his actions IMO (remember, he 'deals with' those who have hurt children) so hopefully you understand. It's his personal way of dishing out justice, and if you get behind him on that, it'll make him feel even better about what he does. He'll be sure to keep you away from people like Jeff though, who don't dish out justice. 

Situation Two: You're really into justice as in people being fair and treating others well, with those who don't getting what's coming to them in the end (like karma). LJ would love this, as he believes that being nice and making others happy is the key to your own happiness. Again, he would keep you away from Jeff who is kind of believes the opposite.

Situation Three: You're really into social justice (LGBTQ+ rights, equality, racial diversity, etc) which LJ adores about you. You correct him on his outdated language (he was created in the 1800s, and obviously times have changed since then). He would never want to offend anybody, but he often genuinely doesn't know because society has progressed past when people considered certain things appropriate in the 1800s. So if he says something outdated, please gently correct him, he wants to know and he'll refrain from using that word/phrase in the future. LJ also finds social justice topics very interesting, he could listen to you talk about them for hours.

🍬 LJ is easily excited by the small things. 

🍬 "LOOK, LOOK!" 

"What is it, LJ!?" 

"THERE'S A CLOWN ON TV!!!"

 "T-that's it? Why are you shouting then?"

 "He's like me :)" 

🍬 Honestly, he finds joy in little things like that. Seeing a fellow clown on TV. Judging by the way he talks though, you would have thought that something incredible was going on. 

🍬 LJ's also very loud in everything he does. 

🍬 This fool has no concept of "using your indoor voice". 

🍬 He's also extremely outgoing and extroverted, and he loves talking to people about anything and everything. 

🍬 Ah, but you're quiet/shy? 

🍬 That's okay, he'll do the talking for the both of you :) 

🍬 He'll also try to take the spotlight from you if you're uncomfortable with being the center of attention. LJ adores being the center of attention, so it's the opposite of a problem for him. 

🍬 Everyone kind of thinks you make a funny couple; the sweet, quiet girl and the obnoxiously loud clown. 

🍬 But those kinds of pairings can be the best ones. Opposites do attract, after all.

🍬 Also. You're touch-starved? Well.... 

🍬 This is literally what happens. (I made this meme myself because I had a stroke of inspiration lmao) 

🍬 Girl, he was trapped in a BOX for YEARS.

🍬 OF COURSE HE'S TOUCH-STARVED!!

🍬 Also like, he's spent many decades without any romantic partners, so now that he's got a girlfriend he's eager to be all touchy-feely 

🍬 He really likes that you are touch-starved as well, so you won’t mind his abundance of affection. 

🍬 LJ loves to give hugs <3 He gives surprisingly great hugs with his noodle-y arms

🍬 Loves to cuddle as well. Major cuddle-bug. You are small compared to him, (no matter how tall you are, he is taller) so you're like a lil stuffed animal for him to snuggle up to. 

🍬 All in all, LJ loves you and you would make a perfect couple <3 

also, don’t worry about being cringe/self-indulgent! that’s what this blog is for, essentially!

- breadstick 🥖

[sloppy-butcher]

Ok,new follower here. So this blog is amazing,you writings are just beautiful. I hope I can become as good as you, beause I would like to open my own blog, but I always think my works are too bad. Anyways, I don't know if you write soulmates stuff, like your partner name is written on your body or thigs like that. If so, could you write something related with Joey and Frank sharing the same male sm reader? If you don't feel comfortable writing for three characters or for a male reader it's fine!

THANK YOU SO MUCH for your support T_T I love you so much! I encourage you to start that blog because the only way to get better is to try. and if you do start a blog, drop me that link babey

So i spent a hot minute finding which soulmate alternative universe would best fit your request since you didn’t specifically state which au you wanted. Well, i found a reaaallly interesting one. hope it’s okay

This AU states that soulmates share pain. If one is hurt the other shows their wounds or bruises. I think this will work well with Frank and Joey and a survivor!S/O. I have no problem writing for a male S/O (although i will probs just make this gender nuetral as i dont see gender really playing an important role in this (and i prefer gender nuetral tings)) or for three characters. i will have to write this in HeadCanon form as i am very lazy and i dont want to write like a full fic T_T cause you know.... i have toomuch to say

hope these are okay? ily

Soulmate Au HeadCanons: Poly!The Legion (Frank and Joey) with a Survivor S/O

They realized their connection long before they even knew you existed. The theory was that soulmates shared pain and it was obvious to them that they were meant to be together. Joey would share in Franks pain, he could feel the scar that tore across his face and Frank could feel when Joey had worked himself far past his breaking point. They thought they were the only ones connected in this psychic-link, bound by a force too grand and cosmic to be comprehended by simple-minded mortals. But like the universe, fate works in mysterious ways and everything changed when you joined the Fog.

Joey first noticed it when he went to sit down at the end of a particularly gruelling workday. He felt his left shoulder explode into a burning hot pain and his body seized with the sudden shock. He barely held back his cries of a surprise but Frank wasn’t so well-restrained. Joey heard him from across the Lodge and fearing for his friend, ran off in the direction of his call ignoring his own body screaming for him to stop. He found Frank surrounded by a worried Julie and Susie. They looked between him and Joey, expressions from behind their masks piercing through to Joey's soul. They were worried for their friends, Frank’s scream and Joey’s sluggish and limp stature was enough to tell the girls that the pain the two were experiencing was, no doubt, incredibly excruciating. No one knew what had just happened, neither of them had been hurt or injured, and they feared that maybe the two were being punished by the Entity for a lacklustre performance. But both boys assured they did well enough to keep the thing satisfied and when the pain spontaneously faded, the whole incident was pushed out of their minds and momentarily forgotten.

But the pain never stopped completely. It was sporadic, turning on randomly like a lightswitch bursting with newfound anger and agony that would contort their limbs and burn their muscles. And there was nothing they could do to alleviate the pain, no amount of massaging or rubbing could take away the sharp edge of the hurt; there weren’t even enough painkillers in the realm to quell the agony. The only thing the boys could do was just sit there and wait for the pain to decide to go away. It was torture, sometimes the simple act of sitting alone was pure unadulterated suffering. But still, the boys had no idea where this pain was coming from.

It was only after Joey returned from a trial in which he had mori’d a rather annoying and pesky survivor that something started to click. Joey walked into the main lounge of the Resort and found his friends standing around the fire pit waiting for him. Frank had his shirt off and the pants of his left leg rolled up. Ordinarily the sight of Frank without his shirt on would excite Joey but something made him hesitate. A harsh red scar ripped down Frank’s chest and when Frank noticed Joey's reaction he held out his left arm for the other to inspect. Another red wound ran across the forearm. There was no mistaking it now. It was their trademark kill, a stab at the left arm followed by the grabbing of the left ankle then finished with the brutal gutting from the collar bone all the way down to the hip. “We watched it appear.” Julie’s voice wavered with concern. “We watched it appear on him as if...” She broke off ‘as if Joey himself did it to him.’. Joey approached Frank. Through the pinpricks of his mask, Joey could see Frank's eyes and he could feel his pain. Without saying much the girls made Joey take off his own shirt and directed him to stand next to Frank. When Julie stepped back to inspect both boys she raised a hand to cover the mouth of her mask and Susie audibly gasped. They were identical, both bore the exact same scars of the exact same knife.

To be honest, the boys would never have figured out the source of their shared pain. Combined the two barely make up a single brain cell so it was by the grace of God or something else that allowed the truth to finally be exposed. It was in a trial between you and Frank. The killer had been run around for the past ten minutes and with no sign of catching his elusive prey. You were impressed by your capable teammate and when they went down just outside the opened exit gate you leapt into action to save the wounded hero. You ended up sacrificing yourself for them, a worthy trade, everyone else got out except you. And, to you, that was okay. You were okay with this. Frank, however, was not. He was beyond furious at being denied his prey and when he trudged back to your collapsed form he felt his rage overflow him. He stood over you and you smugly returned his glare. That was it. In a swift motion, he punched you in the face. Your nose broke and blood gushed out and into your mouth. You screamed out but your cries, however, were mixed in with the killers. Frank recoiled, clutching at his mask where his nose would be. You watched in shock as he spilt swear words and stomped around you.

Curiously you reached up for your busted face and using your thumb and forefinger you squeezed the throbbing nose. Frank’s cries intensified and he clawed desperately at his mask. Through the haze he caught you staring at him in shocked amusement, which he mistook for condescending judgment. He growled and stormed over to you determined to make you regret everything. Panicking you grabbed your nose again and Frank jumped back. And then all the pieces fell into place. Frank could feel your pain. His eyes widened on your collapsed body and it felt as if his world was imploding. Oh shit.

It took some convincing but eventually, you agreed to meet Frank back at the Resort. He told you there was someone else, another ‘soulmate’ in this trifecta of fucked-up bullshit. You used the term ‘soulmate’ loosely. You had heard the stories about soulmates, people destined to be together would share such a special bond that they would even share pain. But never in a million years would you have guessed that your soulmate (or soulmateS) was, a serial killer. You really wanted it to not be real, you wanted this to be some kind of dream, a sick nightmare you were experiencing while laying on your deathbed somewhere far away. But there Frank was before you at the boundary between snow and forest,  like he promised you, with his partner Joey. You walked up to them and stopped at a safe distance away. Joey seemed to bloat his chest as if to say not to try anything. Frank looked at you and you knew you had to show him. Reaching up you grabbed at your nose which was starting to feel better but was still puffy and red. You put pressure on it and Frank began to shake with the pain. Frank moaned and clenched his fists in an effort to ride out the pain like Joey was but after a moment he relented and shouted at you to stop. Frank turned and muttered something to Joey who never took his gaze off you. You could have sworn that he was a stone-statue because he never moved and showed no sign that what you did had affected him in any way. But then you noticed his slight leg twitch and the irregular heaving of his chest. He did feel it. Frank returned his attention back to you and in the cold silence of realization, you said, “Well? What do we do now?”

You could have forgotten everything, walked away from the nonsensical situation that had been presented before you and continued on living a simple life devoid of drama and tension. But that life would also lack depth, something to make it special and worthwhile. You were presented with your soulmates, a rarity in this hellhole and something about the wonder of what made the universe decide to bring you all together surpassed your urge to stay away. Slowly but surely you introduced yourself into their lives. Your interactions at first were stiff and hollow, fear and uncertainty making you doubt if the boys would respect the bound of soulmates enough to not kill you or at least hurt you.

But time wore on and you became braver. They were gentle, well... they tried to be. And when you spoke with them as people do you realized that you had a lot in common with them both. And eventually, you were confident enough to laugh and joke with them.

Joey was the one who needed the most time to accept that you and he were soulmates. He eyed you suspiciously as you would talk with Frank, feeling some kind of jealousy build up in his chest. He hated how you could get Frank to react in ways he had never seen before. He hated how easy it was for you. One day when he had you alone to himself, he finally broke that long silence between you two. But where he expected a change in personality, a two-face switch, Joey only found genuineness. You were as kind and playful with him as you were with Frank, unfazed by your burden of the circumstance and not worried by his own mistakes and misfortunes. You were strong and he admired you for that. “How do you do it?” Joey softly asked clutching his hand which now held a new red welt. The mood quietened down and you turned to look at him. “How do you handle all this pain each and every day?” You reached out and gently took his hand in yours. Suddenly all his pain vanished at the contact and he slightly gasped at the shock. You were warm and comforting, like the wind of a summer’s afternoon, constant and welcoming. He raised his eyes to yours and you gave him your best smile. He melted. “One day at a time.” You replied squeezing his hand for emphasis. You relaxed and began to pull away only to stop as he held you firm, determined to not let your warmth go.

Frank always had a problem when it came to hurting you in trials. While Joey could suck it up and deal with the pain, Frank could not bear the thought of having a hook run through your shoulder and subsequently his. It was you who finally convinced him that his job was more important than your fleeting health.  You took Frank's hand in yours, engulfing him in your comfort and reassurance. “We can get through this. I will get better.” He breathed out and admitted, albeit to himself, that you were right. This was a momentary instance, a speck of nothing when compared to the kind of torture the Entity would inflict on him. And it wasn’t just himself he had to look out for, it was everyone. He had you and Joey he had to look out for. With a look apologetic regret Frank would mercilessly hunt you down and when he would lift you up and onto the meat hook he could hear you at the back of his mind saying, “Suck it up, Princess.”

They would always feel awful if you had a particularly bad day. You would trudge back to the Resort trying your best to hide from their concerned eyes your bruised limb or uneven walk but of course, they already knew what had happened. Joey would sweep you effortlessly off your feet and he would not let you walk around without his assistance. Frank, although less forward than the other, would follow behind and would pester you with questions, ‘Are you okay now?’ ‘Are you comfortable?’ ‘Anyway that he could help ease the hurt?’ They both were like oversized puppies yapping at your ankles because they heard you make a noise. You’d reassure them that you were fine and after exchanging doubtful looks between each other they would give in and give you some air.

They would listen to your stories. It's one thing to experience the pain and another thing to watch it happen. You’d tell them about how you got your injuries and more often than not you would end up a broken-down and crying mess. The image of looming figures silhouetted against an endless black sky haunts your mind. Although you all share the physical scars, the mental ones stay trapped inside you. When you would become an inconsolable disaster the boys would be by your side in an instant. By the time you regained control over your anxiety, you would find yourself buried in the arms of either Joey or Frank. You face pushed deep into their bodies as if they were trying to shield you from the monster that was yourself. It was scary, they could tell. But you weren’t alone. Not anymore. 

After a long day's work of causing and enduring pain, when your bodies would ache with collective suffering the 3 of you would find a quiet cove to all lie it. The boys would sleep on either side of you, draping their limps over you and almost drowning you in their weight. It felt good to be lost at sea with them, so far away from the pain of the day and from the pain tomorrow will bring. If for a moment, you all were at peace, happy and content in the embrace of your soulmates. 

[benhardyisdaddy]

you’re ours now

MASTERLIST 

(hope whoever submitted this likes it!!! took forever cuz such bad writers block so im sorry if its not as good!!! ily all sm ALSO the first line gave me major 50 shades vibes and i laughed so hard while rereading the thing lmaooo) 

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“Mr. Taylor will see you now.” 

Nervous was an understatement. You couldn't believe that your application as an assistant for the Roger Taylor actually got accepted. You couldn’t believe it when your phone rang and you were told to come in for an interview. You had never been an assistant before and you weren’t entirely sure what the job holds. All you know is that you’re sat in a lobby with your best dress on and your legs shaking beyond belief. The moment the receptionist called out your name, you almost lost your breath. This was it. It’s all or nothing. 

“Right this way.” says the beautiful blonde as she walks you to a double set of wide doors. 

Her heels click on the floor and for some reason, that almost makes you more nervous. You straighten up your hair as she opens the doors widely and turns to smile at you. 

“Here we are.” 

You thank her quickly as you step inside a large room with huge windows that reveal the busy city down below. There’s a desk towards the back of the room with Roger sitting at it. He’s looking at his computer while typing away. You walk up all of the way and nervously tuck some hair behind your ear. Roger catches sight of you as he leans against his chair and finally catches your glare. He smiles for a moment before it drops suddenly. 

“Hi, Mr. Taylor,” you start as you hold out your hand for him to shake. “My names y/n y/l/n. It’s so nice to meet you.” 

Roger quickly stands up and straightens out his shirt. He smiles and reaches his hand out to shake yours. 

“Please, call me Roger. It’s very nice to meet you, Miss y/l/n.” 

“Please, call me y/n.” you say with a grin. 

Roger lightly laughs as he keeps his eyes glued to you. He couldn’t believe just how beautiful you are. He was at a loss for words, but had to force himself to speak. You didn’t even need to have an interview. The moment he laid eyes on you, you already had the job. 

You just didn’t know.

***

1 Month Later

Work was insane today. Although you work closely with Roger and are practically by his side all of the time, it was hectic and fast. The works on a new movie he’s working on was taking up all of his time. Today was especially busy and hectic though. Today he was meeting the man who would portray him in the movie. It was a big moment for him and even Roger was nervous. 

He was sat in his dressing room as he waited for the makeup artist to come in and touch up the onscreen makeup he had on. He was sitting there with his leg bouncing like crazy as he keeps checking the watch on his wrist. 

“Where the bloody hell is she!?” he asks as he looks around. 

You’re sat on a couch on the other side of the room and watch at how frustrated he’s getting. You stand up slowly and hold your notebook close to you as you walk up. 

“Roger?” you quietly ask, causing him to look over. 

He smiles sweetly as you walk up closer - his demeanor totally changing. 

“Um, I know my way around makeup. I worked as a makeup artist for a few years before starting here and, well, if you’d like me to do the touch ups… I can.” 

You were still nervous around him as you watch his eyes light up at your request. Roger sits up straighter and nods. 

“I would greatly appreciate that, y/n. Thank you.” he says all excited. 

You smile sweetly and place your notebook down. You rummage through the makeup desk and find exactly what you need. You grab a small brush and a color that matches Roger’s complexion. You stand in front of him and lean in close. Your eyes lock with his as you freeze for a moment, the two of you just admiring one another. Roger smiles even wider as you look away and feel your face burn. You look back to him and begin going to work. Roger’s eyes are glued to you as you attempt to concentrate. 

“I love your eyes.” Roger say quietly. 

You pause and look to him, your heart speeding. You smile and blush even harder. 

“Thank you.” you almost whisper.

You finish up your makeup duties as you lower your hand and admire your work. 

“All done.” you whisper as you smile. 

Before you can walk away, Roger reaches out and grabs your hand. He doesn’t let go as you face him once more. He pulls you towards him and you allow it. Your breathing picks up as he scans your eyes. 

“Thank you.” he tells you.

“You’re more than welcome. Just trying to help.” 

“And I appreciate it.” 

Roger’s hand is gently rubbing tiny circles on yours. It makes your skin tingle and your stomach to flip flop. You should lean away from Roger, but you don’t. Instead, he’s leaning in as his eyes gaze to your lips. Anyone could walk in at any moment, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was the moment Roger’s lips touch yours. You never thought this would happen, but to your greatest surprise, it is. Your eyes flutter close as Roger pulls you closer against him. 

Your hands find their way to his neck as his rest on your lower back. The kiss speeds up until you’re both out of breath. Suddenly, there’s a loud knock at the door and the two of you pull away fast. You bring your fingers to your lips and graze them. Roger clears his throat before telling whoever it is to come in. The door opens up and inside walks the makeup artists. She looks so apologetic. 

“Mr. Taylor, I am so sorry for being late.” 

Roger is no longer upset about her tardiness. He can't get rid of the smile on his face as he shakes his head and gently laughs. 

“Believe me, it’s fine. It worked out perfectly.” he says as he looks to you with a smile. 

You couldn’t help but return one as you bite your lip. 

***

“He’s here!” someone shouts as you sit next to Roger and await the arrival of the man who’s going to portray him. 

Roger and you keep glancing at one another and laughing as you try to keep what just happened between the two of you a secret. As you’re looking at each other, the door opens up and in walks someone. You look over and spot a young, handsome guy enter. He smiles to the person that holds the door for him and thanks them. Roger stands up and you do the same. The guy spots you two and freezes for a moment. He swallows hard as he looks to you and grins. You smile back and look away fast. The casting for this movie was spot on after meeting him. You look to Roger and his eyes are glowing as he reaches out to shake his hand. 

“Hi, Mr. Taylor. I’m Ben Hardy. It’s such an honor to meet you.” 

Roger smirks and looks to you, then back to him. 

“Honor is all mine, Ben. This is my assistant, y/n.” he says sweetly as Ben looks back to you. 

He smiles and looks you up and down, before realizing what he’s doing. 

“Oh, nice to meet you, y/n.” 

Your heart was thumping as Roger and Ben begin talking about anything and everything. The connection the three of you have was out of this world. You were somehow drawn into the conversation as you laughed along with them. You’re all sat on the couch as you sit a little too close to Roger, something Ben noticed. You felt this feeling deep down in your stomach and you couldn’t understand it. You looked to Roger and Ben and felt something odd. What you didn’t know was that Ben and Roger felt the same exact way. 

***

2 Weeks Later 

You and Roger were spending so much time with Ben, you practically felt like you already knew him. You knew his interests, his life story and vice versa. Filming for the movie hadn’t started yet. The plan was to have Ben learn as much as he could from Roger, which meant spending almost every waking moment with him - which you weren’t bothered by. 

That kiss you had with Roger wasn’t just a one time thing either. Every so often, you find yourself in his hotel bed - naked limbs tangled together. It was like a dream come true. One particular night in his bed, Roger had decided to bring something up.  

“So,” he starts as he rubs your arm. “What do you think of Ben?” 

You’re taken aback by his question as you look up to him and narrow your eyes. 

“I think he’s kind and funny. Why?” you ask suspiciously. 

Roger just shrugs and stares up at the ceiling. 

“Do you find him...attractive?” he asks randomly. 

You almost laugh by his question as you sit up on your elbows. 

“You’re really asking me that?” you giggle. 

“Yes really.” says Roger as he looks back to you, a sly smile playing at his lips. 

“Well… I mean… He’s not ugly.” you say, trying to make sure you don’t set off something. 

Roger smirks as you speak. 

“Why?” you tease as you lean in and kiss him on the cheek. “Do you find him attractive?” you joke. 

Roger smiles and looks away as he stretches. 

“I do actually.” he says, catching you off guard. 

“Do you?” you ask, watching him closely. “Then… I find him attractive too.”

“Perhaps we should invite him out for dinner tomorrow?” purrs Roger as his hand runs down your side. 

Your skin tingles as you bite your lip and nod - finally understanding what he’s getting at. 

“Perhaps we should.” 

***

The Next Day 

“I have to make a phone call, so why don’t you go ask Ben about tonight.” 

You were nervous about Roger’s request, but you can’t say no to him. He smirks as he watches you narrow your eyes to him and turn around to walk towards Ben. He’s sat on the sofa in the lounge room, his phone in his hands. He’s scrolling through something as he stares at it intensely. You make your way up to him and clear your throat. You were horrible at things like this. Your nerves always got the best of you, but you had a feeling that you’d do fine. Ben hears you and looks up fast, lowering his phone. His eyes go bright as he smiles to you. 

“Hey, y/n.” he says sweetly. 

You smile and feel your face beginning to turn pink. 

“Hey, Ben. I had a question for you.” 

You find yourself sitting next to him. He turns to face you and his attention was all yours.

“Would you, possibly, like to, maybe, have dinner with Rog and I tonight?” you ask, finding yourself stuttering a bit. 

Ben notices and smiles at how cute he finds you. His eyes glance over to Roger, who’s on the phone and looking over at the two of you for a moment. He raises his eyebrows and smiles before turning around. Ben looks back to you and his eyes narrow a bit. He leans in to you - causing you to do the same. 

“Can I ask you something?” he asks, his voice low. 

You nod and are curious. 

“Are you and Rog… Ya know… A thing?” 

You lean back and weren’t expecting that. 

“Oh,” you say fast, trying to find the right words to say. “Um, well, I’m not sure how to answer that at the moment. I guess you could say it’s complicated.” 

Ben smiles as he stares at you, his jaw tensing a bit. His hand moves forward and gently grazes over yours. 

“I like complicated.” he says, his voice low once more - causing your stomach to flip. “And I’d love to have dinner with you two.” 

***

All through dinner, the three of you laughed and talked about everything. Not one moment did it feel awkward at all. It’s as if the three of you had known each other all of your lives. The chemistry was definitely there - you all could feel it. 

“This was absolutely delicious. Thank you so much for inviting me! I always enjoy being around you two.” says Ben with a smile. 

“We love it too. Don’t we, y/n?” asks Roger. 

Just then, Roger’s hand slips under the table and slides up your thigh. You swallow hard and jerk a bit, causing Ben to watch you sternly. Nobody could see Roger’s hand, but they could definitely see the odd look on your face. 

“Oh!” you gasp. “Yes, we love it.” you say, trying to cover up your sudden burst of excitement. 

Roger smirks to you and raises a brow, telling you that you know what to do next. He pauses his hand movement in order for you to speak properly. 

“Would you like to come back to Roger’s place with us?” you ask suddenly. “I can make us all coffee.” 

Ben leans back against his chair and smirks. He looks between the two of you and nods. 

“I’d love nothing more.” 

***

A perfectly innocent cup of coffee turned into something more. You all were standing around Roger’s room with the glasses in your hand. 

“Would anyone like anything stronger than coffee?” Roger jokes as he pulls out some liquor. 

You and Ben both say yes as you laugh. You sip on the drink as Roger then pops on some music. Ben and Roger are stood close as they are talking about something you can’t hear. You’re staring at them as you practically drool. You’re not sure where this sudden burst of confidence came from, but it’s here. You sit your drink down and stare at Roger until you walk up to him. He’s in mid sentence as you grab his face and place your lips on his. The kiss is hot and fast as he moans against you, caught off guard completely. Ben’s stood there as his eyes go wide. His pants begin to get a little too tight and he’s suddenly embarrassed. He can’t break his eyes away from you. 

You lean away and smile as Roger catches his breath. You nod your head slightly and Roger knew exactly what you were referring to. He smirks and nods back. You bite your lip and turn around quickly and walk up to Ben. You grab his head and pull him in. Ben goes with it and the two of you are kissing as well. You slip your tongue into his mouth and that’s when he was practically melting. You both pull away and smile to one another. Just then, Ben looks up to Roger and they lock eyes. You stand back as you watch Roger walk up and do the same exact action you had just done. Their lips lock and it felt like you were in a dream and didn’t want to wake up. You bite your lip as they pull away and suddenly they’re both staring at you. They looked hungry and needed more - which is exactly what you were going to give them both. 

*** 

6 am was nearing as the 3 of you cuddle together in bed. You had your head on Roger’s chest as he rubbed your arm. Ben was curled up behind you as Roger soothingly runs his hand through his hair, causing Ben to smile. You were almost asleep when you feel the bed dip down. You slowly open them and look over to Ben as he slowly searches for his clothes. You sit up on your elbows and watch him with a confused look. 

“And where do you think you’re going?” you ask, your voice laced with exhaustion. 

Ben looks to the both of you. He looks like a deer in the headlights. 

“Oh, um… It was getting early and I was going to try to catch a cab before it gets too busy…” he trails off. 

You raise a brow and look to Roger and then back to Ben. 

“Get back in bed.” you order him in a stern tone. 

Ben’s face softens as he looks to Roger for reassurance. 

“You heard the lady.” says Rog, placing an arm behind his head.

Ben slightly smiles as he looks down and drops his clothes. He slowly walks over and slides back under the covers. You turn to face him and gently cup his face with your hand. 

“You’re ours now.” you whisper, causing Ben to turn red and smile. 

You lean in and gently kiss him. He melts against you as he runs his hand up your hip. You pull away and smile as you run your finger against his bottom lip. You feel Roger turn to spoon you as he kisses your shoulder. 

“Yeah,” he whispers. “What she said.” 

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[x247sumin]

cute soojung gifs for life \o/

using the meme and this post as an excuse to use even more cute soojung gifs because i’m a rebel child sorry tabi and yoori :^)) 

so this gonna be really long and sappy i can’t believe it’s been a year since i first joined this lil precious fam and i’m just ??? wow how did i even do that omg i couldn’t even last more than a month usually and i’ve passed a year with sumin excuse me i’m gonna get Emo for a moment here and rant on how much i love this krp below tw: you might or might not cry but i am

i actually joined 247 to kill time until i get into my uni which was in another one month at that time and i was planning to leave after that but i couldn’t because i’ve grown attached to this place and everyone here ;n; istg i had a few times when i thought i lost muse for sumin and maybe it’s better if i just leave but then you guys keep me going and all the plots i have with your muses make me think twice whenever i wanna quit :( <3 this krp is definitely the best i’ve ever joined, i love the plot (although i never really watch gossip girl and will never understand the reference rip) i love the admins team i love the muns i love the muses i just love everything about this krp tbh

this year is gonna be 8 years of me roleplaying (god why did i let myself stay in this world for so long smh) and i’ve roleplayed at all kinds of platforms out there but tumblr is always my fave and i only started roleplaying at tumblr during 2012 because i finally got myself a laptop and i just really love tumblr so much but couldn’t roleplay much because school and so i came back again last year and 247 is like the third krp i joined after the first one died and my muse was too soft (help me i have no chemistry w soft muses rip) for the second one so i left and i found 247 and i think this is where i belong ;n;

no other krp could ever be like 247 and it’s because 247 has a very nice and sweet admins team and amazing muns like you guys <3 i’ve never felt so welcomed in a krp like this and no matter how hard i try to leave i just can’t because i know i’ll miss you guys and i don’t wanna lose such a precious place like this and ok lesbihonest i did join a few krps while still in 247 and i feel bad because my activity for sumin was so slow i’m such a Bad mun :((( but lbr those krps are nowhere near 247 and i just ??? lost muse for my other muses at those krps and eventually came back to sumin here ISTG THERE’S NO OTHER KRP LIKE 247 IT’S THE BEST IN THIS ENTIRE UNIVERSE AND THAT'S IT

here comes the special shout out so get ready uh breathes violently

@seunghyun247 my precious tabi <3 thank you for bringing a ton of Angst into sumin’s life and i remember calling you my angst master sdfghjk also pls ur so cute bYE @247jiyong although sumin never get along with your muses (i already missed june and his philosophical thoughts hELP ;n;) i love their relationship so much ok ily @247xstella my wifeu <3 if it isn’t for 247 we might not meet again bUT tadah and although i did miss seungri, i love our cute gay babies so much they’re my life :^)) @247sooyoung another gay ship our susoo drama is slowly living and i just want you to know that you’re precious and i love you bab @247yoori the love of my life thank you sm for bringing lil gem yoori into sumin’s dark life she definitely needs a bestie like yoori <3 let the 247yoonmin ship sail dfghjk @247xbora my twin of misfortune my bab is not suffering alone in the dark side of the world because she has bora now and #teambrokensouls @247hanbyeol thank you for bearing w me and sumin all this while and you have such a Great muse i love both leo and hanbyeol ok @247seunghoon who knows that we had already met before rite?? i hope we’ll stay together for a longer time and i love baby lion seunghoon he’s a sunshine in sumin’s life and we need to get the wine moms thread starting soon w yoona @247jjk & @247tae i can’t explain how much i love these three together tbh i’ll remember those jungshook moments and soft baby tae that sumin wants to protec :^)) although it might be a different story for now rip

to those i don’t mention, it doesn’t mean that i don’t appreciate you guys because i appreciate everyone and i love everyone in this krp so no one is left out because you guys are my precious fam and i love you guys ok thank you sm for bearing w my slow replies slow activity slow everything because i’m the Worst but istg there’s nobody better than you guys this place and y’all hold a very special place in my heart you guys are my everything xoxo

i’m just gonna sit at the corner and cry for a moment i’m so Emo bYE

[maknaekink]

prologue.

Okay I’m writing this as a short kind of prologue to a long ass 4000+ word piece about Bobby and a LOTJ prompt i received pls enjoy ily all I’ll be uploading the next part soon.

Part 2

Words: 2,373 (a lot longer than expected omo) (EDITED)

02. Winner - Empty (공허해)

After waking up from the dream that was you, the morning of reality feels so empty.

He ran his hand through his hair for the umpteenth time that night, the emptiness of his room settling over him. He stared at his desk, lit by the moonlight. There you were, in a multitude of film, captured in moments of happiness, moments before he fucked up.

He flopped down on the bed in frustration. Why couldn’t he fall asleep? It had been a year. A year since everything fell apart.

Everything had been perfect. He had his friends and their consistent need to eat ddukbokki at 3 in the morning, when all of you finally left the practice rooms of your respective companies. Aunty Kim’s just happened to be equal distance between YG, JYP, FNC, SM and Big Hit. Perfect.

You all had spent countless nights berating the older generation of idols above you who had sold their happiness for the facade of fame. Bobby had watched fame and glory tear his sunbaes apart, leaving only robots who drank and smoked till their music had some sort of meaning. He refused to become one of them.

Or at least he tried. He had tried not to get sucked in, but he found it was the easiest way of coping with the countless number of things he had weighing down on him. He wanted to be the best. For his group members. For Yang PD. For his sunbaes. For himself. And of course, for you.

But it started to consume him, placing a wall of mistrust and pain and hurt between him and every person he loved.

I’m more and more afraid, because I’m not like myself before.

You had noticed it first. The change in his demeanor. It was right after the release of his solo album and right as the iKON era swept Korea. His group was steadily rising, with approval from Big Bang fans as well as support from those overseas. Bobby had been invited to an exclusive party for YG artists with B.I. and you didn’t hear from him for the entire night, which was strange for your boyfriend, who constantly texted you regardless of the time and place. You pushed your worry aside, however, not wanting to turn into the crazy, clingy girlfriend who needed her boyfriend’s attention 24/7. You trusted him with every bone in your body and trusted that he would come home. He came home that night with smoke and sweat stuck on his body. You, of course, had fallen asleep on the couch waiting up for him. He tiredly smiled before carrying you to bed and climbing in next to you after he showered.

It started to happen more frequently, later nights at the studio, less time at Aunty Kim’s with his friends, more time spent with groups filled with people you had never seen before. He became more self-absorbed, refusing to leave your apartment unless he was dressed properly and fit for photos, and then criticising your wardrobe choice as if he was doing you a favour. He began to look down on your friends, Yugyeom and Jungkook, just because they weren’t artists at YG. You began to run out of excuses for him, to a point where you just remained quiet whenever your friends would talk about his new persona.

“Face it, Y/N, he’s a fucking sell out.” Yugyeom spat before downing another glass of soju, “It was only a matter of time for him. All YG artists think they’re hot shit. It’s not like any of us are that surprised.”

You swallowed the sadness forming in your throat, finding some truth in Yugyeom’s words. You opened your mouth, ready to repeat the same excuse for the umpteenth time.

“Don’t say it’s stress, Y/N. It’s not fucking stress. We’re all stressed and yet we all seem to be fully functioning without smoke filled clubs and bottles of expensive alcohol” Jungkook said monotonously from the other side of the table, “What do you think is going to happen? He’ll miraculously realize the way he’s acting is completely unacceptable? Yeah, right.”

You stared at your shaking hands, not wanting to argue with Jungkook, who was, by right, the most angry with Bobby.

“Bobby, we have to go. It’s Jungkook! He doesn’t have family here, his company won’t let him go home and you know how much his grandad meant to him.”

“It’s just going to be another pointless night at that dingy place.” He replied nonchalantly, “I’m going to go out with Jibum and Hyunsuk. I’ve been planning this with them for weeks.”

“You see them everyday, oppa. Jungkook just needs you tonight…”

“Sorry Y/N, my priorities lie elsewhere. Have fun. But don’t eat too much. You have a big role coming up soon and you know spicy food makes you bloated.”

“Bobby…”

“You can’t make me feel guilty about this. Jungkook is overreacting.”

“Oh I’m sorry I’m devastated that the man who practically raised me and pushed me to follow my dreams to be a performer has just died, Bobby.” Jungkook spat, causing you to jump in surprise at the appearance of your friend by your door.

“You’ll get over it sooner or later.”

“Bobby!” You let out a shocked whisper.

“Fuck you.” Jungkook said furiously, “Y/N are you coming or not?”

“Yeah…”

“Have fun wasting your youth in a shitty shop.” Bobby brushed past the both of you and headed towards his car.

Your drive to Aunty Kim’s had been silent. You had nothing left to say.

You watched as Jungkook silently swirled his soju, pain erupting from your heart and you though of how hurt he must still be feeling.

“He should be here, Y/N. It’s your fucking 20th birthday, and where is he? Out with whatever sleezy friends he met at club.” Wendy stirred her drink, rolling her eyes at the thought, “He’s made it extremely clear who’s important to him and who isn’t. I think it’s time you opened your eyes.”

The disappointment you had for him only grew as he continued to wreck havoc in the lives of those he once cared the most about.

“GET OUT!” Yugyeom shoved Bobby into the hallway, “GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE I LOSE MY FUCKING TEMPER AND BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!”

“Dude, Bobby man, I thought you said this guy was chill.” Jibum scratched his head, swaying slightly due to the large volume of alcohol he had ingested.

“He used to be.” Bobby said coldly, “Let’s go, this was boring as hell anyway. Not like this was important or anything. Who gives a shit about graduating from college. Any one can do that.”

Yugyeom’s shoulders became rigid at Bobby’s comment. After months of watching him ruin everything, you finally snapped.

“Yah! Kim Jiwon!” You snarled, “Shut the fuck up. Tonight is one of the most important nights of Yugyeom’s life, stop being a dick. You’re ruining everything.”

His glazed eyes scanned you, “Of course you’re taking his side. You’ll always stand up for the golden boy. Never for me. It’s always my fucking fault isn’t it.”

“What the FUCK is your problem?!” You yelled in English, causing Yugyeom’s eyes to widen in shock. You only spoke in English when you were really pissed. And right now, for the first time in 6 months, you were beyond livid, “Can your brain not function properly? What happened to you? Why are you being like this?”

“Whatever.” Bobby motioned at his friends, completely ignoring your questions, “Let’s go. I know Sam’s place is open.”

“Don’t fucking come back, asshole.” Yugyeom spat as Bobby’s friends filed out of the room.

Bobby laughed, but it wasn’t the warm sound you were used to. It was cold and sarcastic, filled with spite.

“Definitely not planning on it. There’s nothing here anyway.”

You were the only one left. The ddukbokki clan had refused to speak to Bobby after his continuous thoughtless behaviour. You had stayed though. You couldn’t help but sit in hope that your Bobby was still somewhere inside, looking for someone to help him out of the darkness he had succumbed to.

The longer you waited, however, the more tired you became. He continuously missed important dates, like your anniversary and the premiere of your new movie. Sure, you weren’t public about your relationship, but he still should have messaged you if he really was too busy that day. Acknowledge you at all.

The last straw however, was two days after your last fight. You were barely holding on by a thread, your heart full of cracks due to the cruel words exchanged during the shouting match you had both participated in.

You had been online, replying to emails and fan comments on your fan cafe when you saw a notification on the new ddukbokki group chat.

Y/N, you need to see this.

Jungkook had sent the link right after, and your heart cracked when you saw the headline of the article.

iKON’s Bobby Spotted with YG Dancer Hyori at exclusive club.

Below the title were a multitude of photos of your boyfriend, the supposed love of your life, kissing and dancing with a blonde girl with a body you could only dream of.

You held back a sob as you continued to read the article, continuing to search for more stories. Tears began pouring down your face, you entire body shaking with disbelief and utter disappointment. The last piece of your barely functioning heart fell and shattered into a million pieces. You don’t know how long you sat there staring at the desktop screen before you began to gather your belongings. You couldn’t stay there anymore. You couldn’t face him anymore. He wasn’t your Bobby. He was someone who had lost himself and in the process caused you to lose yourself as well. And with the final book placed in the multitude of brown boxes you had from storage, you called Yugyeom and you left what was left of your home.

You left it empty.

My reason to live is gone, my head is complicated.

It took him all of three minutes to know you had left him for good. For someone who had barely been present in the last few months of your relationship, he immediately knew something was wrong when your shared bookshelf only held his Archie comic books. His breathe caught in his throat as he scanned your apartment, able to notice the sudden empty and cold feeling it now held with you gone.

He called out your name, denial settling. You couldn’t have left, you wouldn’t have left. He frantically searched your apartment, hoping you had somehow fallen asleep somewhere like your closet again.

He searched the work desk for a note, or a sign that you were only out for a little while, that you would be home soon. His arm hit the key board of the desktop computer and he saw what had finally pushed you out the door.

Countless articles about him and one of Big Bang’s new back up dancers littered the screen. He had done it.

He had broken you.

And there was no way he was going to be able to fix it.

He called your phone a couple of time, only to be met by your voice mail.

He opted to try called Yugyeom, praying you hadn’t decided to seek solace in someone who he was so sure was trying to steal you from him.

“What.” Yugyeom spat into the phone, “What the hell could you possibly want.”

“Is she with you?”

Yugyeom replied with a sadistic laugh.

“Not right now. How long did you stare at your apartment before your realised she had finally realised you were nothing to her anymore.”

“Look, Kim, fucking tell me where she is.”

“And let you break her again? Like hell, Jiwon. I’ve watched you take her for granted for the last 6 months, and I watched her try to mend her broken heart in the past three hours. I’m not letting you anywhere near her.”

“So what, you think she’ll pick you now? Now that I’m out of the equation?”

“Fuck off, Bobby. She’s my friend. My best friend.” Yugyeom angrily sighed, “It’s none of your goddamn business anyway.”

“Whatever. I’ll find her myself.”

“If I so much as fucking hear you within ten feet of her, Kim Jiwon, I swear to God I will beat the living shit out of you.”

“Please. Yugyeom, I just need to talk to her.”

“I think those picture said enough.” Yugyeom shook his head, “You’ve done enough. Don’t you understand Bobby? She’s done. She’s done waiting for the guy she fell in love with to come back. Because we all know he’s not. She doesn’t want you anymore. She doesn’t want to hurt anymore. Just leave her alone to move on. It’s the least you can do. It’s what you would have done if you were still the guy I knew. THis is all you can do now. Nothing is going to change what you’ve done.”

And with that, Bobby heard a click on the other end.

Almost a year later, his manager had obtained him an opportunity to continue to clean up his reputation.

“The Law of the Jungle production team has asked if you would be interested in joining.”

“Why not.” He shrugged quietly as he continued to work on his music.

“Wonderful!” His manager beamed, “I’m telling you Bobby, everyone is starting to really believe you’re turning over a new leaf.”

“Finally.” B.I. muttered from the corner, “I was so tired of having to explain your actions all the time.”

Bobby gave his friend a half-smile.

“She’s got to have seen you, Bobby, she knows you’re you again. She’ll come back.”

Don’t forget me, let’s meet again.

He stared at the confirmed list of celebrities who would be joining him on the trip and he immediately knew Hanbin had a hand to play in securing him a spot in Law of the Jungle.

Kim Yugyeom.

Kim Y/N.

Kim Jiwon (Bobby).

Son Wendy.

Jeon Jungkook.

Time to get rid of the emptiness once and for all.

[benhardyisdaddy]

the breakup - part 4

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Ben!RogerxReader Word Count: 2,158

(HELLO it me again, here to give u angst :’) the dress and mask above are what i pictured what y/n’s dress and mask looked like but it can be an y t h ing you like oml ily guys sm <3)

You slept terribly that night. You had tossed and turned and exhausted yourself from crying. The fact that Roger had gotten his exes number was eating at you. But then again, why? You were the one who said you should take a break. But he was the one who caused you to want the break. Everything was so confusing. And that kiss. You missed the way he felt against your skin. The familiar feel of his hands was almost extinct. You had curled into a ball that night and eventually fell asleep. You were woken up by a phone call. You slowly wake up and stretch your sore muscles. You blink your eyes open a few times and rub them. Your phone keeps going off. You groan and roll over to grab it.

“Hello?” you ask, clearing your throat.

“Y/n!” says Flynn, with an excited tone.

You flinch away at his loud voice. You were not a morning person.

“Flynn, hey. What time is it?” you ask as you shut your eyes once more.

“It’s exactly 8 am and I have fantastic news to start your morning.”

You open your eyes as he peaks your interest.

“Is that so? What’s up?”

“Well,” he starts. “Do you recall a certain man by the name of Philip Chartier?”

You sit up fast, no longer tired.

“He’s a famous French painter! He’s what inspired me to become an artist! Why?” you ask, your heart racing a bit. Flynn lightly laughs.

“He had seen your work and wants you to create a piece for him! He’s holding a show downtown in five days and wants yours in it. He was impressed!”

Your heart almost stops. Is this really happening? Your biggest idol wanted your painting in his show!

“Flynn,” you whisper. “Are you serious!?”

“Yes! So get started on it. Remember, five days! It might not be enough time, but I know you can do it. I’ll call you tomorrow, yeah?” he asks.

You don’t know what to say. You’re awestruck. Philip Chartier wants you to paint something for his show.

“Yeah,” you whisper and hang up. You stare straight ahead as a huge smile plasters on your face. You fall back on the bed and kick your arms and legs around wildly. This is amazing! This is huge! You have to tell Rog- Oh… You stop and your smile falls. You want to go run in his arms and tell him about everything, but you can’t. Not anymore.

You jump up from bed and throw on your robe. You walk out of your room and look to the couch to see Roger, but he wasn’t there. You walk to the kitchen, but it was empty. He wasn't here. Maybe he left after your fight last night. Maybe he called Heather and stayed with her. Maybe he slept in her bed last night. You roll your eyes at that idea and go to make a pot of coffee, but freeze when your front door opens. Roger walks in with two coffees and a tiny paper bag. You catch his eyes and he looks away. He sits the coffee in front of you and pulls out your favorite bagel from your local bakery. You hesitantly take the coffee and look to Rog.

“Thank you.” you say quietly.

Roger says nothing as he digs through the bag. You awkwardly pick at your bagel as the two of you stand in silence. You sip your coffee and finally speak up.

“I have good news.” you say, perking up.

He says nothing. He doesn’t even look at you. Your smile drops. You really thought he would be interested. But no. You’re getting the silent treatment.

“It’s about my paintings.” you continue, but still nothing. You tense your jaw as you get upset.

“Really? The silent treatment?” you ask.

He finally looks up, his face emotionless.

“Nope,” he says, popping the ‘p’. “You don’t think I care, so I’m gonna show you what not caring looks like. I don’t care about your job or the good news. How’s that?”

You flinch at his harsh words. You sit down your coffee hard and walk to the living room.

“My stupid job, remember?” you say loudly. Roger rolls his eyes, but before he can say anything, a loud knock is at your door. You both turn your heads toward it and look at each other. You walk up and slowly open it. In walks the boys and Mary. They’re all talking at once and Mary wraps an arm around yours.

“What’s going on?” shouts Roger above their voices.

“I’m glad you asked,” says Fred smiling. “We’ve been invited to a party, darling. All of us!” he says, looking to you. You furrow your brows in confusion.

“What party?” asks Rog.

John takes a step forward.

“It’s a masquerade actually. Not a party. Our management is hosting it for all of us.” he says.

“It’s suppose to be amazing!” says Bri.

Roger looks to you then back to the boys.

“When is it?” he asks.

Freddie smiles.

“Tonight.”

_________________________

A masquerade. Fancy dresses and masks. A party where you had to guess who is who and walk around like an idiot. Something you didn’t like to do.

“I don’t have to go!” you whine to Mary and Freddie.

You all are at a boutique as you search for the perfect gown.

“You don’t have to go, but we want you to go.” says Mary as she pulls up a beautiful pink dress from the rack.

“We’ve been searching for hours.” you groan loudly.

Freddie turns to you and places his hands on his hips.

“I’ve never met a girl who hates shopping more than you do!” he says, half laughing.

“I don’t hate shopping, I just… Okay, I hate shopping.” You all laugh.

You had been shopping for at least five hours now. You’ve been to 8 different stores and so far no success. You had your mask picked out at least. You opted for a simple black one that flattered your face. You just wanted a simple dress as well, nothing that will show you off too much. You did not want to be the center of attention at this god forsaken event. Fred and Mary were discussing the beautiful pink dress she was going to buy when something caught your eye.

Your hand reached for it and you pulled it from the rack. You gasped by how beautiful the dress was. It was dark, flowy and sparkly. Three of your favorite things. Mary and Fred walk over to you and they gasp as well.

“Oh, y/n,” says Mary.

“It’s you.” says Fred. You look up to him and smile. It was you.

_________________________________________

6 PM was approaching fast. You had your beautiful gown on and couldn’t stop staring at it in the mirror. It truly was breathtaking. Your mask was placed on your face and your hair was pinned up, with loose curls falling down. You looked like something out of a fairy tale. Hopefully prince charming will return your glass slipper.

You glance at yourself once more before walking to the living room. Roger stood with his back facing you as he situated his bow tie. He had chosen a black and white tuxedo for tonight's event. He slowly turned to face you and he stares you up and down. His mask is simple like yours, but white. His hands drop from his tie as he takes you in. Your face turns hot as you half smile. His jaw tenses as he looks down to the floor and then turns to walk away from you. He grabs his coat and walks out of the apartment, leaving you there alone.

Your heart drops at his sudden actions. You look around and exhale. So that’s how it’s gonna be. You grab your purse and lock the door behind you. You walk in front of your building and spot a long black limousine waiting in front of you. A window rolls down and John’s head sticks out.

“Wow!” he says, looking you up and down. “Your chariot awaits you, my dear.”

He opens up the door and you can’t help but smile. You quickly slide in and are greeted by everyone. Brian’s eyes open wide at the sight of you.

“Wow,” he whispers. “You look beautiful, y/n.” he says.

“Thank you, Bri.” you say blushing. You look over to Roger and he quickly looks away. You feel Mary place a hand on your leg and squeeze it reassuringly.

“Tonight will be fun!” she exclaimed. Everyone cheers with her.

__________________________

You finally arrive to the event as Brian helps you out of the limo. You look up at the giant mansion standing before you. It’s white and possibly the largest house you’ve ever seen in your life. Multiple cars were pulling up in the roundabout driveway. They were all dressed in extravagant gowns and some had on masks that were ridiculous. Suddenly your mask felt very sad compared to theirs. You look down and take a step forward. Mary grabs your hand and smiles. You look back to Roger, but he’s already watching you. You turn around and try to clear your head.

You walk up several steps when suddenly a man dressed in a tuxedo rushes to you. He has a serious look on his face as he greets you.

“May I take your purse and coat, madame’s?” he asks Mary and you.

“Oh, uh sure!” you say back, handing him your stuff. He slightly bows and takes a step back allowing you to proceed inside. When you enter the doors, classical music fills the air. A giant ballroom is decorated in gold and white. It’s like something out of the movies. Diamond chandeliers cover the ceiling as gold designs fill up the walls. The middle of the room is filled with people dancing, gliding back and forth. 

A man walks up to you with a golden tray in his hand. He bows his head as he says nothing, but holds up the tray. Tall glasses filled with bubbling champagne stare at you. You and Mary take one and thank him. He walks away as you sip the sweet drink. You turn and watch as the boys are swept away by people that want to talk to them. You attempt to stay close to Mary, but Freddie ushers her over to him as he introduced her to someone. You try to look for Roger, but you can’t spot him. There are so many men here wearing a black and white tux. You squeeze your way to the back wall and slowly sip your drink. You watch everyone when suddenly someone stands next to you.

“You can’t possibly be here alone.”

You look up and man is smiling, looking down at you. He has piercing green eyes and a purple mask covering some of his face, but you can still tell he was gorgeous. You return a smile.

“I’m not,” you say back. “I’m here with my friends.” He nods.

“And where are these friends of yours? Why are you alone by a wall?” he asks, laughing.

“They’re all talking to people. Something I very much don’t like to do.” You finish your drink.

“Ahhh, that makes sense then.”

You look around and finally spot Roger. He had a glass of champagne in his hand and he’s talking to a blonde that’s in a very short black dress. You know deep down you shouldn’t be jealous, but you were.

“Would you like to dance?” asks the man.

“Yes!” you say a little too quickly.

He chuckles at your eagerness and takes your hand. You place your drink down and follow him. He places a hand on your hip and the other in yours. Your free hand is on his shoulder as the two of you start moving. You feel someone watching you, but you don’t dare to look. You keep your focus on the man instead. He smiles.

“Roy,” he says.

“Y/n,” you say back.

“Well, y/n,” he starts. “You look absolutely beautiful if I might say.”

You blush and look down.

“Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.”

Roy laughs at this as you lean even closer to him. You peer over at Roger who’s now whispering something in the blondes ear, that makes her giggle. You look away and sigh.

“So, y/n,” says Roy. “Would you like to go back to my place?” he whispers.

You look back to Roger and tense your jaw.

“Yes.” you say, still staring at him. It’s as if he had heard the two of you, because as you said yes, his eyes looked over and locked with yours. You drop your hand and grab Roy’s as the two of you start walking to the exit, your eyes never leaving Roger’s.

Two can play at this game.

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