#some fucc in next I promise

[bibliosophist]

Soft as Bread, Sweet as Honey: Chapter 2

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When the alarm rings the two of you spring apart like charged magnets, faces tomato red. You’re sure he can hear your heart pounding even over the trilling of your phone. You can’t believe you forgot where you were. How long had the two of you been like that? Had anybody seen you? 

Beel laughs sheepishly, running a hand through his already messy hair and standing up in one smooth movement. “I guess we’d better get to class, huh?” he says, reaching a hand down to help you up. You quickly rearrange your skirt and tuck your container of mostly uneaten salad back in your bookbag. You roll on to your knees before letting him pull you the rest of the way up. His hand is warm around yours, and you don’t notice that your fingers are shaking until he lets them go.

You have an English class after lunch-- Demonology in Medieval Literature, and he walks you there. You don’t talk on the way, but when you reach the door of your classroom he turns to face you. “I... I guess I’ll see you in Xavier’s class.” He leans forward and very quickly places a kiss on the top of your head before turning away and walking down the corridor. It isn’t until you’re seated at your desk that you realize he has a class right now too, Sports Management, you think, on the other side of campus. It’ll be a miracle if he isn’t late.

You can’t concentrate on anything Professor Malory says. Satan raises an eyebrow in your direction when you can’t answer the professor’s question about themes of spiritual warfare in The Faerie Queene. He’s well aware that you have an answer for that. A well researched answer, with citations. Knows it’s in your bookbag, because the two of you spent a good portion of your Sunday afternoon reading and rereading the poem, discussing that very topic. You avoid meeting his eyes.

Though you and Satan share your next class and usually walk there together, you take off alone as soon as the lesson ends, desperate for him not to catch you in the hallway. You can’t think of an excuse for your lack of attention that doesn’t include the memory of his brother’s hand slipping into your underwear playing in your head over and over again. Thankfully, your genetics class is in a different building, and you hope that the walk will give you some time to clear your head before you see Beel again.

You’re not sure how you feel. Excited? Embarrassed? Vaguely nauseous? Yes to all of the above, actually. You wouldn’t- couldn’t- deny that you had greatly enjoyed your moment with the demon. The feeling of his warm hand on your skin and the taste of his lip in your mouth had left you feeling more than a little tipsy. Just thinking about what could have happened had your alarm not sounded brought the blood rising to your cheeks again. You shook your head like a dog with water in its ears. You couldn’t think about that right now, not when you knew you would be seeing him in just a few minutes. You had to keep your head clear and your thoughts focused. Get through the day, and then you could have a panic attack in the privacy of your room.

When you reach your classroom you’re very conscious of the thin sheen of sweat that has developed over your forehead. Clearly, you haven’t been able to calm yourself down as much as you’d hoped to. You wipe it away with the back of your hand as discreetly as you can, making a beeline for an empty table at the back of the room. Several other students have already arrived and are in the process of settling in, but none of them are Beel. 

You can’t help but feel both relieved and disappointed as you unpack your bag, pulling out your laptop and waking it up. You’ve just opened your lecture notes when, out of the corner of your eye, you catch a shock of brilliantly orange hair coming through the doorway. You lift your eyes from your computer screen, and they meet his across the room. A smile crosses his face and, to your mingled terror and excitement, he begins to make his way towards the empty chair beside you. You don’t realize you’re holding your breath until Sybil slides smoothly into the seat next to you, causing you to squeak in surprise. You just catch the disappointed look on Beel’s face as you turn to face your project partner. She’s already deep into a speech on how you’re going to frame the introduction to your paper, and you desperately hope that she’s transcribed her instructions somewhere, because your heart is beating too loudly to hear them. You notice again how beautiful she is, eyes lit up with determination. You groan internally, knowing she’s going to push you on this project just as hard as Lucifer himself would.

***

When Professor Xavier dismisses you, the boys beat you to the door. You know that there’s no hope of walking back to the House alone. You have no idea how to talk to Beel one on one right now, let alone in front of one of his most perceptive brothers.

“(Y/N),” Satan says when you reach them, “Are you alright? You’ve been... quiet this afternoon.”

“Fine,” you say, as the three of you navigate through the building and out across the campus green, “I just have a really bad headache.”

Beside his brother, Beel grumbles low in his chest. “Probably because you barely touched your lunch. Let’s stop for a snack on the way home,” he rubs his stomach, “I could use one, too. I’m starving.”

You don’t have time to respond as Asmo comes striding over from the music building to meet your group. “Hi hi!” he sings, voice tinkling like a bell in your ear as he matches your pace, looping his arm around yours. “What are we talking about?”

“Stopping for food,” Beel answers, glancing down at your intertwined arms, the corners of his mouth tightening.

“Ooh, I could go for some gelato,” Asmo replies. From Beel’s other side you hear Satan snort.

“We should get something more substantial than dessert. Mammon and Belphie are cooking duty tonight. You know Mammon will blow it off, and Belphie will sleep through it.” To your surprise, Beel doesn’t jump to defend his twin. You all know that Satan is right.

“Mmm,” Asmo hums, “That’s true. We’ll starve to death if we don’t stop somewhere. What are you in the mood for, (Y/N?)”

You swear you can feel your insides freeze as they wait for your answer. The last thing you want to do is talk about what you want to eat. You glance up at Beel without meaning to.

“How about that burger place?” he says.

Asmo makes a tsking sound. “I didn’t ask you, you big lug. You’d eat burgers all day, every day if you could.”

“Well, yeah,” he replies, casually stretching his arms up and locking his hands behind his head, “but I thought Yuki might like some familiar, human food.” He looks down at you, “they have other stuff there too, if you don’t feel like a burger.”

Your stomach rumbles at the mention of burgers, and you blush. “We don’t have to go there just for me,” you say. “How about that pizza place you guys like?”

“No, let’s do the burger place,” Asmo says, “I just remembered that they have those sinful peach milkshakes. You’ll split one with me, right (Y/N)?” he asks, beaming at you in a way that only Asmo can.

You know that you can’t say no now without it being weird, so you smile back and nod.

“Great, I’ll text the others.”

[sanababes]

Attention

Pairings: fem! Reader x Minatozaki Sana

Warnings: fluff and smut 😏🔞

(Guyss! I recently just can't get Sana out of my head, fucc! How can she be cute, beautiful and hot at the same time? Thank god she's my bias, who's yours? Leave a comment plsss would love that 😊)

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Sana was currently taking a shower when you decided to play COD out of boredom. You leaned into the headboard as you were resting in your shared bed with Sana. You were really focused at the game as you didn't care about your surroundings.

After a few minutes, Sana finally got out of the bathroom with a thin shirt and a laced underwear only. You still haven't notice her presence as she laid down beside you. She saw you crunching your face as you tried to kill one of the enemies that made her smile. She then decided to watch you play and chuckled a bit at how your fingers move so fast and swiftly around the screen of your phone.

"Didn't know you're good at that kind of games" Sana said that made you jump out of surprise.

"Huh? Oh sorry babe I didn't knew you were there already" you apologized and smiled sheepishly.

"It's okay- oh! Your team lost" you looked at your phone and saw that big ass "DEFEAT".

"Noo! Hmpp, I'll promise to win the next game" you said while pouting.

"Aww, why you're so cute Y/n/n!" She said cutely and pressed a longing kiss into your cheek.

You leaned into her and kissed her forehead as you took her right hand and intertwined it to yours. She smiled and let you continue playing again.

| timeskip |

It's been an hour already and your still playing that little game of yours. Sana was starting to get bored and wanted your attention.

"Y/n-ah, you've been playing that game for an hour already" she whined and clinged tightly to your arm as you ignored her.

She decided to snatch your phone from you and putted it in the drawer beside the bed.

"Sana! God, my team was going to really win that one..." you huffed a frustated sigh.

"Hmp! Well that's what you get for not paying attention to your girlfriend for an hour" she emphasized the "hour" part.

"Fine, now you got my full attention what do you want me to do?" You asked her as she went to sit in your lap.

"Well I just want to have fun Y/n/n" she supported herself by holding into your shoulder.

"And what kind of fun is that...?" You were curious as you trailed your words off.

"Oh come on Y/n, you know what I'm talking about right?" She whispered into your ear seductively that made you feel goosebumps.

She continued by roaming her hands under your shirt and licking your earlobe that made you groan. She also started to grind against your clothed heat that turned you on.

Sana knew that she had a big effect on you. You cupped her face and leaned in for a passionate kiss. She proceeded to unbutton your shirt and throwing it on the floor. You smirked at her wildness and switched your position.

You were now on top of her as you started to leave kisses on her jaw, to her neck, and finally leaving a mark on her collarbone. She moaned at your touch and gripped onto your hair tightly. You ripped her shirt and threw it on the floor with your other clothes.

You went back up to kiss her lips and bit her bottom lip. Your fingers grazing around her clothed heat that made her whine.

"Ahh Y/n-ah, please" she begged as you started to suck her right mound.

"Please what babygirl?" You knew how much she loved that pet name as you felt her squirm under your touch.

"Please fuck me hard Y/n, ahh please!" She barely said as you continued pleasuring her mounds.

You smirked and went down to her pussy. You ripped her panties off and started to place soft kisses around her juicy lips. You felt her shaking from sudden rush of adrenaline.

You sticked your tongue inside of her and thrusted it in and out. You also rubbed her clit roughly that made her moan uncontrollably. She gripped on the sheets tightly, not wanting to let go.

You added 2 digits inside her that made her release high pitched moans that you're waiting for. You continued to thrust hard and fast.

"Y/n! I'm g-gonna" she didn't get to finish what she was about to say.

Sana camed into your mouth and fingers as you sucked all of her juices.

You went back up and cupped her face. She leaned in and brought you to a passionate kiss. You removed your pants and underwear following the pile of clothes on the floor.

You pulled away and positioned your hips between her. She gripped on your back as you started to rub your pussy into hers. Your grunts and her moans are heard throughout the room.

"Y-y/n faster ahh, fuck" she moaned out to you.

You started to fasten your thrust and grinded harder into her heat. Sana had her eyes closed and mouth agape due to the pleasure she was feeling. This gave you confidence as you managed to go in an inhuman speed.

"Ugh ahh, Sana... I'm so close baby" you growled lowly.

"Ahh l-let's hah, come together" she managed to say between her moans.

You gripped onto her hips as you felt you're not going to last any longer. Sana gripped into your back and shoulder so hard that it stings. You're sure she left some marks there.

After a few thrust, the both of you came together. You and Sana breathed heavily as the both you tried to catch your breath. You felt light-headed due to exhaustion.

Sana giggled at you worn-out look that made you pout as you laid yourself beside her.

"Aw baby you're so cute!" She squealed and pinched your cheeks.

She pecked your lips softly and snuggled into your neck. You wrapped your arms around her and kissed her forehead.

"Goodnight babygirl" you muttered.

~the end~

[phobiadeficient]

It Demo loving hours again✊😔💘. Scout talks like he is the Fuc-king boss, but when he n demo are gonna fuck, he admits hes a total virgin who hadnt even kissed no one yet, n he feels self conscious af and nervous cuz he rlly rlly rlly wants to do it but he dont wanna mess up and make a fool of himself. But Demo is Demo and the fucc is👌👌Oh and he discovers he likes Demo biting n nibling his sensitive spots, such as neck, ears thighs, even his wrists are sensible, and he feels in paradise™💘🐑

(packing the entirety of Expiration Date into a crate and nailing it shut) coming right up my dude

(no warnings)

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“Never?”

“Never.”

“...As in never?”

“Fuckin’ never, Cyclops, jeez, how many times do I gotta say it?” Scout blustered, curling up a bit in his embarrassment, starting to pick at some loose stitch of the worn quilt he had as his blanket.

“I... I’m just surprised is all, lad,” Demo admitted, blinking, settling back as he processed the new information. “Thought... the way you tend to talk and all—“

“Fuckin’ duh, if any of the guys knew I was... not, y’know, experienced or whatever, they’d poke fun even more than they already do. I’d get eaten alive out there,” he mumbled, eyes falling.

Demo considered that. To be honest, he’d thought that Scout was probably exaggerating the number of people he tended to sleep with. That was what Scout did with so many other things—he talked a big game and tried to act more confident than he really was in a sort of “fake it ’til you make it” kind of way. That, combined with the way Scout immediately stumbled over his words when asked for any amount of detail, and the way he went red and flustered at the more raunchy jokes Demo and some of the rest of the team tended to make during the rowdier hours of the weekend, made Demo think maybe Scout was all lime, no tequila.

But Scout was also a fairly handsome young man in his prime. He figured at least someone would’ve fallen for that before him.

“Well…” Demo trailed hesitantly when the silence stretched a second too long and Scout started fidgeting. “…what all have you done?”

Scout’s face was going a bit red. He fiddled with his dog tags. “Dated some girls in high school, and, y’know, holding’ hands and bein’ cute and all, I… I’ve gotten little pecks on the cheek or whatever, but, but I barely count that as anything, y’know?”

Demo stared at him. “…Doll, you’re telling me you’d never kissed anyone before me?” he asked, shocked. He ran some mental math, scoured his memory. That meant that Scout had kissed someone four times in his entire life total, including a few moments previously. All chaste and quick and sweet.

Scout hid in his hat.

Demo considered that. “…Why? Why haven’t you?” he asked next.

“I just… I dunno, I, I put way too much stock in that kinda romantic bullshit and I just, I never had the balls to make the first move with anyone, and with kissin’ and—and anything else—I just…” Scout was red up to his ears. “…I wanted it to be special or whatever which is the girliest horseshit—“

Demo cut him off by taking and squeezing his hand, thinking hard on what to say. When he spoke, he worked hard to keep his tone gentle. “…So you want to do all that with me?” he asked, just for clarification.

Scout nodded.

Demo squeezed his hand again, laughing a little. “Well I’d be bloody honored,” he said, flicked the brim of the hat out of Scout’s face to get a look at him, to give him a reassuring smile. “Any idea what you’d…?”

“I… I dunno,” Scout murmured, visibly embarrassed by it, not quite able to hold eye contact. “I… what do people… usually do?”

“Well, you’d bloody, er, start with kissing usually, aye?” Demo suggested, pulling gently on Scout’s hand and guiding him forward, practically into his lap, and let Scout be the one to lean forward and close the distance.

He situated his back comfortably against the wall, and Scout did end up settling into his lap, relaxing slowly but surely over the course of long, unhurried minutes of kissing. Demo largely took control of things—partially because Scout was so nervous about making a fool of himself, he was sure. And he guided Scout through it as gently as he could, coaxed him into opening his mouth—minty, enough that Demo was sure he’d brushed his teeth just before Demo arrived, which was oddly flattering—and into letting Demo play with him. Nipping gently as his lip, making Scout’s breath hitch.

And when Scout had to pull back for air, starting to get overwhelmed, Demo shifted his focus, tilting his head to nip at Scout’s neck, light enough that it surely didn’t hurt in the slightest, just a new sensation that Scout had apparently never tried before. And his breath continued to hitch, and he started choking back little noises as Demo found a nice place further down his neck near his shoulder that would be covered by his uniform shirt and gave him a hickey.

Scout whimpered, and it felt so very incredibly good, the sound washing through him as satisfyingly as a cool breeze on a hot and humid day.

He tried to keep in mind that nobody had ever done these things with Scout before, and tried to show him all sorts of tricks he probably didn’t know. He showed Scout all sorts of sensitive places to kiss and nibble at—his neck, his earlobes, his wrists and the inside of his elbow—and drank in the noises he made, reveled in each reaction and tried to commit them to memory. His kisses were joined soon enough by touches, slipping his hands up beneath Scout’s shirt to meet bare skin, tracing slow lines against the very lean muscle of his lower back and stomach, one questing so far as to reach his chest to tweak at either nipple.

Scout jolted outright, gasped, moaned softly when he did it a second time, and lord, he was gorgeous.

And Tavish DeGroot had not been raised to keep quiet about exactly what he was thinking, so he said so, murmured against his cheek how gorgeous he was, how lovely he looked like this. And Scout practically trembled with it, clinging to Demo’s shoulders, eyes pressed shut tight and face bright red, flustered beyond bravado. And Demo couldn’t help but kiss him again, and again, and Scout kissed back, sloppy and unpracticed but earnest in every way, desperate, and it was as lovely as it was clumsy—more, even.

And when he pulled back he caught Scout by the chin before he could try and hide again, stroking down his hip to grip at his thigh like a promise. And he started to talk—oh, how he started to talk.

“Lovely, doll,” he murmured, eyes lingering on every detail of Scout’s face. “You’re a damn sight, ya ken. Lovely, lovely thing. Like getting pampered a bit, aye? Getting kissed at?”

Scout seemed torn between desperate and nervous, between leaning in and looking away, slightly overwhelmed but needy all the same. “Yeah,” he admitted anyways.

Demo shifted his hold on Scout’s thigh, thumb migrating nearly to his inseam, pressing gently and making a muscle in Scout’s thigh jump beneath his palm. “Ought to let me make a night of it, one of these days,” he mused, stroking at the underside of Scout’s chin and absorbing the way his lashes fluttered. “Just let me lie you out and kiss you all over. See how flustered I can get you before you beg for more. Won’t take much, I think. Haven’t even gotten your shirt off and you’re practically there.”

Scout’s expression shifted towards embarrassment, and he made an earnest attempt to look away, but Demo stopped him with a deep, long kiss, only pulled back when he’d coaxed out another little whimper.

“And that’s lovely too,” he said, hardly above a whisper, and Scout practically sobbed, leaning in towards him, grip tightening.

“Demo, please, fuck, how long are you gonna tease me?” he asked, distressed.

“You want me to touch you, doll?” he asked, direct and outright.

“Yes, fuck, yes, I want you to fucking touch me, c’mon—“ was as far as Scout could get before Demo had worked the button of his pants open and slipped a hand inside.

“Och,” Demo tutted, even as Scout’s hips jerked. “Look at you, you’re all atwitter.”

It really did surprise him a little how riled up Scout already was, but he reminded himself that he tended to have a considerable impact on people who weren’t virgins, and that it really wasn’t that surprising. And he realized within a moment’s thought that Scout surely wouldn’t last all that long, but that was alright—they’d have time to do more later.

And he was right—he didn’t even properly have time to get Scout’s pants down before his hips were jerking more insistently into Demo’s hand and he was yelping, spilling, throbbing under his palm and making sweet little whimpery noises as he returned to earth. 

And then he was hiding, choking out apologies, because fuck, they barely did anything, he hadn’t even gotten to really touch Demo yet, and no time was wasted to start shushing him, showering him in assurances that it was alright, it was fine, he’d have plenty of time to learn, to build up endurance, all of that. They could take things slow. And hey, maybe they could talk more about it in the shower—Scout should really change his pants.

And they did talk in the shower, alongside other things. And Demo looked forward to making good on all his promises.

[vincered]

    ❛                        IF     YOU     WANT     TO     HAVE     IT     ALL     ,     TAKE     IT     ALL                                 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬  ,  𝟕𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬  ,  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐬

               [    PARK    CHAEWON,    CIS    FEMALE,    SHE    /    HER.    ]                introducing    nero    waterway,    VICTOR    of    the    72nd    hunger    games,    representing    district    two.    my    sources    say    that    they    are    twenty    years    old    &    that    they’re    pretty    handy    with    manipulating    opponents    and    allies    alike.    wonder    if    that    did    them    any    good    in    the    arena    ?    anyways,    caesar    says    you    can’t    miss    them,    because    they    remind    everyone    of    a    battle    cry    echoing    sending    shockwaves    through    ankle    deep    water,    an    unsatisfied    hum    falling    from    carefully    painted    lips    to    preserve    a    pristine    reputation,    the    sound    of    short    staves    hitting    a    dummy    in    the    dead    of    night    –    raw    hands    interrupted    by    an    unwelcome    visitor    &    happily    sipping    on    hard-earned    wine    ,    hiding    the    bitter    taste    of    blood    behind    a    victorious    grin.

              NOT    ME    literally    seeing    this    rp    &    screaming    becos    i    was    JUST    thinkin    about    the    hunger    games    .    i    was    actually    gonna    bring    nero    in    as    a    tribute    but    i    remembered    i    love    nero    so    i    couldn’t    but    some    day    one    day    maybe    ,    i    don’t    know    .    n    e    ways    ,    i’m    cc    ,    i    can’t    spell    &    i    prefer    feminine    ,    she    /    her    pronouns    .    NERO    is    much    like    her    namesake    ,    the    horrifying    roman    emperor    ,    very    ...    bad    !    in    short    ,    she    don’t    giv    a    fucc    but    i    hope    she    ...    grows    .    BUT    this    is    super    long   ,    i’m    sorry   .   if    u    wanna    plot    PLS    like    this    &    i’ll    hope    on    over    (:    also    pls    click    HERE    for    a    mobile    version    of    this    since    ik    it    might    b    hard    to    read    on    my    theme    .

❛   𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗   𝖔𝖓𝖊   ╱   𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭  

FULL   NAME   nero  atlas  waterway  NICKNAME(S)   empress  (  by  the  capitol  ,  obviously  )  ,  snake  ,  traitor  .    AGE  twenty  GENDER   /   PRONOUNS  cis  gendered   female   /   she  /  her   ORIENTATION  pansexual  ,  demiromantic   HOMETOWN   district  two  ,  inner  city  near  the  wealth   FACE   CLAIM  park  chaewon  (  go  won  of  loona  )

aesthetic :    a    battle    cry    echoing    ;    sending    shockwaves    through    ankle    deep    water    ,    an    unsatisfied    hum    falling    from    carefully    painted    lips    to    preserve    a    pristine    reputation    ,    fingers    taped    with    bloodying    bandages    after    hours    of    training    past    her    point    ,    raised    by    wolves    she    learns    to    bare    her    teeth    –    but    not    before    she    learns    to    hide    her    claws    ,    bloodthirsty    eyes    while    holding    an    opponent    underwater    –    her    LAUGH    is    still    used    as    a    soundbite    ,    the    sound    of    short    staves    hitting    a    dummy    in    the    dead    of    night    –    raw    hands    interrupted    by    an    unwelcome    visitor    ,    attending    parties    with    regret    laced    in    the    way    she    stands    properly    (    was    victory    her    best    option    for    infamy    ?    )    &    hiding    the    bitter    taste    of    blood    behind    a    victorious    grin    .

LABEL   the  potentate  ,  the  truculent  ,  the  amoral  MORAL  ALIGNMENTS   neutral  evil  /  chaotic  neutral    ( + ) POSITIVES  strategic  ,  potent  ,  adroit  ,  tactical   ( - ) NEGATIVES  barbaric  ,  nefarious  ,  blasphemous  ,  fustian   HOGWARTS  HOUSE  slytherin  first  ,  ravenclaw  second   MYTHOLOGICAL  PARENT   athena  +  mars   DEADLY  SIN  wrath  +  pride

❛   𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗   𝖙𝖜𝖔   ╱   𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞  

trigger  warning  :  death  ,  murder  ,  drowning

             𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐢.   nero  ,  a  name  synonymous  with  evil  &  barbaric  acts  –  blessed  is  the  baby  girl  born  into  the  waterway  family  .  her  brother  ,  augustus  is  primed  to  be  a  victor  ;  tall  ,  lethal  with  the  personality  to  match  .  she  can  still  remember  being  held  face  down  in  the  bathtub  by  a  boy  three  years  her  senior  ,  body  flailing  as  she  struggles  for  air  –  nero  can  remember  her  brother  burning  her  arm  over  an  open  flame  ,  can  recall  every  cut  their  parents  had  to  pay  thousands  to  prevent  a  scar  .  nero  got  the  name  synonymous  with  evil  ,  but  it  should’ve  been  given  to  the  boy  who  tried  to  throw  her  into  the  quarries  when  she  was  five  .  their  parents  ,  politicians  in  their  own  right  –  an  ambassador  to  the  capitol  ,  married  to  the  deputy  mayor  –  are  eager  to  produce  a  victor  ,  to  throw  augustus  into  the  spotlight  with  a  laurel  wreath  onto  his  dark  hair  .  they  look  to  nero  &  hope  for  the  same  thing  –  two  victors  are  better  than  one  –  &  once  they  finish  wiping  bathwater  from  her  mouth  ,  finish  healing  a  burn  &  picking  up  a  broken  body  from  the  rock  tops  ,  they  put  her  in  augustus’s  path  .  the  perfect  opponent  ,  the  perfect  rival  ,  the  best  partner  in  school  .  

                          so  the  academy  accepts  both  waterway  children  &  they  climb  the  ranks  faster  than  no  other  .  once  nero  learns  how  to  wield  a  weapon  ,  how  to  hold  her  own  –  payback  is  dished  out  faster  than  augustus  can  blink  &  through  the  attempted  murder  the  siblings  enact  ,  respect  is  earned  .  it’s  rocky  ,  but  there  are  new  nights  they  spend  taping  each  other  up  &  walking  each  other  home  .  teen  years  are  spent  together  ,  ruling  the  career  academies  with  their  sheer  ego  &  skill  .  augustus  ,  rocks  the  spear  like  a  gladiator  while  nero  adopts  short  staves  .  they  both  excel  in  everything  ,  including  the  bloodlust  &  the  craving  to  kill  .  waterways  in  their  true  form  ,  they’re  in  talks  to  volunteer  &  only  the  stupid  would  oppose  their  will  .  but  ,  at  nineteen  augustus  is  found  dead  in  the  quarries  –  feet  away  from  where  nero  laid  at  five  ,  feeling  the  life  slip  from  her  fingers  .  nero  ,  who’s  never  shed  a  tear  in  public  cried  for  the  next  week  ,  red  rimmed  eyes  glaring  at  everyone  who  looked  her  way  at  a  sniffle  .  it’s  deemed  an  accident  ,  but  augustus  –  so  close  to  victory  ,  would’ve  never  accidentally  fallen  to  his  death  .

                         𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐢𝐢.  the  plan  is  to  enter  the  games  at  twenty  -  three  ;  an  age  near  the  middle  of  the  pack  ,  not  too  young  ,  not  too  old  .  but  the  games  are  supposed  to  be  hers  –  they’re  supposed  to  be  augustus’s  ,  so  she  volunteers  at  eighteen  .  her  sheer  potency  shirks  her  competition  &  she  strides  to  the  stage  with  a  smirk  curled  on  her  lips  .  the  capitol  takes  an  instant  liking  to  her  –  just  the  name  nero  strikes  their  hearts  with  admiration  ;  mixed  with  the  baby  face  ,  the  clear  bloodlust  in  crimson  lips  as  she  boasts  with  pride  about  the  games  .  she  loves  the  games  ,  she  loves  the  capitol  ,  she’s  a  victor  wrapped  up  in  the  cloth  of  a  princess  .  it  becomes  clear  that  manipulation  is  her  forte  –  she’s  good  with  words  ,  she  leaves  everyone’s  head  spinning  &  she  walks  away  with  a  training  score  of  ten  before  interviews  .  when  she  meets  the  stage  clad  in  a  a  ruffly  dress  ,  she  makes  the  crowd  love  her  (  ❛  oh  ,  it’s  an  honor  .  ❜  ,  ❛  i  hope  i  can  make  you  guys  proud  of  me  .  ❜  ,  ❛  my  brother  would’ve  been  so  happy  that  you  guys  have  given  me  a  proud  welcome  .  ❜  )  –  she  earns  her  fair  share  of  sponsors  the  night  before  her  games  &  goes  into  the  game  knowing  she’ll  win  .

                          her  games  are  much  like  her  ,  barbaric  down  to  the  bone  .  a  seemingly  never  ending  fjord  ,  surrounded  by  climbable  walls  of  rock  –  it  almost  reminds  her  of  home  .  the  bloodbath  starts  on  rocky  shores  ,  the  cornucopia  is  the  mouth  of  a  cave  halfway  underwater  &  nero  claims  her  first  kills  in  the  water  .  the  girl  from  eleven  ,  held  underwater  the  way  her  brother  held  her  ;  the  boy  from  three  ,  head  bashed  in  with  a  rock  ;  the  pair  from  five  ,  spear  through  the  pair  like  kebob  .  her  allies  look  to  her  for  instructions  ,  the  career  pack  waits  for  an  eighteen  year  old  empress  to  give  orders  to  her  soldiers  .  the  careers  run  the  game  ,  it’s  almost  un-fun  to  watch  if  not  for  nero  &  her  sheer  entertainment  .  her  laughs  ,  the  quips  she  sends  to  allies  &  non  allies  alike  ,  still  used  as  soundbites  &  promotions  to  this  day  .  she  starts  wars  with  her  words  before  ending  it  herself  with  crimson  stained  hands  .  she  turns  her  allies  against  each  other  just  to  take  them  down  herself  in  the  woods  ,  promises  safety  to  the  non  careers  only  to  betray  them  in  the  cruelest  of  ways  .  her  final  showdown  –  the  girl  from  three  ;  she  survived  to  kill  the  girl  that  killed  her  partner  ,  for  love  ,  or  something  –  the  thing  nero’s  never  searched  for  .  they  survive  a  fall  from  a  cliff  into  icy  waters  &  after  nearly  dying  from  electrocution  ,  blood  is  spilt  in  fjord  water  &  nero  claims  the  crown  with  her  knee  on  the  back  of  the  tribute  ,  hands  drenched  like  the  hair  clutched  in  her  fingers  .  she  can  still  remember  her  brother  trying  to  drown  her  ,  he’s  with  her  when  she  wins  .

                         𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐢𝐢𝐢.  a  willing  tribute  ,  an  ecstatic  victor  .  she’s  chased  the  crown  for  as  long  as  she’s  lived  &  to  hold  it  in  her  hands  is  enough  to  make  her  smile  for  a  lifetime  .  eager  to  shake  hands  with  president  snow  ,  nero  has  an  easier  life  as  a  tribute  than  most  –  she  has  NO  regrets  ,  she’s  the  perfect  tribute  ,  the  perfect  victor  &  quickly  rises  to  almost  it  -  girl  status  .  her  face  is  everywhere  ,  the  face  of  multiple  brands  &  products  ,  life  size  advertisements  are  all  around  the  capitol  &  her  game  goes  down  in  history  (  top  three  on  the  most  ruthless  ,  cruelest  victors  in  history  )  .  because  of  her  willingness  &  her  eagerness  ,  she  gets  an  easy  life  –   parties  with  the  rich  ,  nights  spent  with  fans  willingly  .  snow  keeps  a  loose  leash  on  his  newest  ,  favorite  victor  ;  lets  her  wield  her  words  in  whichever  way  she  wants  &  nero  gets  everything  she  wants  .  she  watches  with  her  head  held  high  as  others  suffer  ,  losing  no  sleep  ,  sleeping  with  whoever  she  wants  ,  gaining  whatever  she  wants  –  empress  nero  is  branded  on  her  skin  in  invisible  ink  ,  but  she  wears  the  title  with  pride  .

                          and  yet  ,  she  feels  a  little  suffocated  by  the  time  the  74th  games  come  around  .  she’s  known  now  ,  a  capitol  lap  dog  ,  a  willing  victor  ,  a  willing  tribute  –  nero  waterway  is  not  only  lethal  ,  she’s  ruthless  ;  but  ,  there’s  a  part  of  her  that  realizes  snow  is  tightening  her  leash  .  he  demands  secrets  from  the  people  she  beds  ,  the  lives  of  her  parents  hangs  over  her  heads  &  for  the  first  time  in  her  life  ,  nero  FALTERS  underneath  the  watchful  gaze  of  the  capitol  . she  doesn’t  live  up  to  her  namesake  for  the  few  months  leading  up  to  the  games  ,  shirks  from  the  limelight  she’s  grown  to  love  as  she  reevaluates  her  decisions  .  regret’s  started  to  seep  into  her  bones  ,  but  nero  is  an  empress  ,  she  doesn’t  know  how  to  surrender  .

❛   𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗   𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊   ╱   𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

exterior  ,  known  to  be  both  potent  &  untrustworthy  –  nero’s  still  managed  to  wrap  the  capitol  around  her  little  finger  .  she  makes  heads  spin  with  harmless  words  ,  pulls  strings  while  she  bakes  cakes  for  her  favorite  game  makers  .  outwardly  ,  people  know  she’s  NOT  to  be  underestimated  –  that  though  she’s  terrifyingly  tiny  ,  she’s  much  more  lethal  than  most  people  will  ever  be  in  their  entire  lives  .  nero  ,  like  her  namesake  ,  synonymous  with  evil  &  savagery  ,  will  start  wars  without  lifting  a  finger  &  laugh  while  her  fingers  get  stained  with  blood  . 

&  while  the  capitol  craves  it  ,  it  may  rub  other  victors  the  wrong  way  .  a  bit  too  proud  of  her  achievements  ,  nero  has  absolutely  no  regrets  about  her  life  .  she’s  trained  for  it  her  entire  life  ,  she  grasps  her  laurel  wreath  in  between  crimson  hands  &  she  boasts  her  pride  .  she  rolls  in  the  fame  &  the  glory  ,  not  understanding  the  nightmares  &  the  remorse  felt  by  other  winners  clad  in  gold  .  young  &  naive  ,  she’s  almost  childlike  with  her  pure  glee  –  if  not  for  the  bloodthirsty  barbarian  hiding  inside  of  her  .  outrageously  pretentious  ,  borderline  evil  ,  everything  she  says  has  a  meaning  behind  it  –  usually  negative  .

interior  ,  nero  is  lonely  .  a  victorious  socialite  of  all  things  now  ,  she  trains  the  potential  tributes  back  home  ,  attends  lavish  parties  &  mingles  with  high  status  citizens  but  she’s  lonely  at  the  top  .  a  stranger  to  romance  ,  she’s  never  sought  after  it  as  much  as  she  seeks  sexual  interactions  –  she  more  craves  friendship  ,  companionship  in  the  way  she  used  to  have  an  older  brother  .  

but  she  hides  it  well  ,  takes  pictures  by  her  advertisements  ,  watches  the  games  with  glee  ,  laughs  with  game  makers  &  other  ruthless  victors  .  she  masks  her  loneliness  &  her  suspicion  with  charm  &  her  preceding  reputation  ,  unaware  that  her  isolation  is  exactly  what  president  snow  wants  .  her  loneliness  is  what  he  counts  on  ,  but  as  smart  as  nero  is  strategically  ,  she  stupid  .

midway  ,  her  psyche’s  been  a  bit  twisted  &  contorted  because  of  her  upbringing  –  what  ,  with  the  attempted  murder  &  the  glorification  of  the  annual  murder  games  .  she’s  been  an  unfortunate  victim  of  the  capitol’s  brainwashing  ,  viewing  the  games  as  an  extravagant  event  &  winning  to  be  the  greatest  honor  .  she’s  flourished  as  a  victor  as  well  ,  willingly  playing  into  everything  the  capitol  wants  her  to  become  as  a  side  effect  of  being  so  terribly  naive  about  everything  .

there’s  a  part  of  her  that’s  starting  to  suspect  something  is  wrong  –  whispers  of  traitors  &  to  keep  a  close  watch  on  all  the  victors  ,  but  it’s  not  like  nero  has  many  actual  friends  .  not  many  people  actually  want  to  befriend  someone  that’d  gladly  go  into  the  games  again  ,  but  she’s  sat  back  &  observed  while  snow  tightens  her  leash  ,  restricting  her  from  her  daily  life  .  early  signs  of  regret  are  starting  to  seep  into  her  bones  as  snow  starts  demanding  more  &  more  ,  but  she’s  been  idolizing  the  capitol  &  everything  all  her  life  –  it’ll  take  a  lifetime  to  wipe  her  slate  clean  .

❛   𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗   𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗   ╱   𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

in  conclusion  :  nero’s  evil  ,  very  bad  ,  very  annoying  .  &  don’t  look  at  me  ,  i  know  this  is  long  &  THIS  is  why  i  couldn’t  take  up  two  muses  cos  then  i’d  be  stupid  for  BOTH  &  i’m  simply  so  fuckin  stupid  please  love  me  anyway  if  u  wanna  plot  ....  jus  like  this  &  i’ll  slide  in  .

[sparkles-and-trash]

4K followers celebration shoutouts <3

I know most of you are probably waiting for the next part of the AU, but I really, really want to do this, and I’ve meant to ever since I hit 4K on... Friday, I think, and since I don’t do any art or stuff that’s adaptable to give away as a price, I decided that this was a nice way to mark off this little miracle! 

 So, here are an assortment of my favorites on Tumblr, from my friends, mutuals and biggest supporters, to the people I’ve been a fan of for years, to people I just generally think are amazing! 

There is a lot of them tho, so they’re under the cut, but please, take the time to check these guys out. You won’t regret it. 

@limey404 

So, starting this with anyone but Limes would just be ridiculous, as Caroline is singlehandedly the person who got me to actually get my shit together and make a Tumblr account. 

I found her when someone posted her Hey! Arnold art on Imgur, but left the signature and BOOM, I was hooked. 

Then she got me into Gravity Falls, she made me re-watch KND and Teen Titans, and she will forever remain a huge inspiration to me, both as an artist and as a human. 

The first time I DM’d her I literally felt like I was talking to a childhood hero and I was so ridiculously nervous, and she was, and is, such a kind and funny person, so easy to talk to, and sometimes I see her on my snapchat contacts and have to pinch my arm lol. 

Thanks for being you Limes, I love you forever <3 

@patronusofthepugs

Ahh fucc I’m not gonna be too emotional here, but Pugs is the first person I feel like went from a mutual to an actual friend, you know? 

I found her when I was in the middle of my Bob’s Burgers obsession some time last year, and I stumbled over her amazeballs dark!AU, and that inspired me to start making both AU’s and the short stories with aesthetics boards, which is pretty much all I do now so??

When I decided to make the Bob’s AU she was on board from the first second, and she continues to support me, help me with writing and ideas, and is generally a fun, supportive and all around great friend! 

She still does amazing AU’s for everything from Bob’s Burgers to South Park to German Musicals, and you’re legit missing out if you’re not following her, I promise! 

@ahcactiforthewind

Ah, Lea, the little sibling I never had, who writes like an angel but is too insecure to share it, brutally honest, loyal as holy hell and just in general one of the best people I’ve met on this site. I could go on for hours about you, L, but I hope and think you know how much I love you, and I’m just... Yeah.

<3

@artistictea 

When I fell back into the holy hell that is the South Park fandom just before Christmas, I never imagined to find so many wonderful friends in this fiery pit of hell (that I love), and Tea is probably the best friend I’ve taken away from this fandom. 

Her art is, as any of you guys in SP fandom should know, amazing, original and hella creative, her fantasy AU is so inspiring and entertaining, and not to mention, she drew the piece of art that is my icon. Also, she’s like the one person who’s Bunny content I still adore, and I’m so hella grateful for that!

Also, I had never imagined to find someone that appreciates both South Park and Barbie; Life in the Dreamhouse as much as I do, but dang Tea, here you are, and I’m so extremely grateful for that <3 

@themindill 

baby, your blog is mostly posts reblogged from me or the Bob Belcher blog but you’re my absolute favorite person in the entire world and you deserve a place on here, if not only for the way that you so graciously deals with my rise to internet fame. 

Fuck you for going to the literal other side of the world for six months tho, fuck you. 

@tmhknjenthusiast 

Jordan, my dearest, like Lea I hope you know how much of an impact you’ve had on my life, and how much I love and appreciate you ever single day. One day the bitches who hurt you will get what they deserve, if so I have to see to that myself. 

I love you<3

@furunui 

Another one of the most talented artists in the South Park fandom, and such a kind, interesting and inspiring person to follow. Also, the second person I ever commissioned, and I love my Stenny piece to, well, pieces? 

She’s still saving up for a new tablet after her old one broke, so if you like her stuff PLEASE considering a commission or Ko-Fi, you won’t regret it, I promise!

@asterixer 

The last person on this list is another amazing South Park artist, like, ridiculously so, but also an extremely talented AU maker, and very, very nice person to get to know! 

Like, I recently started talking to her, but I already value her so much, both her art, her opinions and her general support, and I really, REALLY hope ya’ll are already following both her main, and her Creek ask blog, but if not... well, freaking do it! 

[matronaa]

The Habits of My Heart || jjk

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word count: 4,015 (holy fucc this is my longest one yet lmao)

Genre: Fluff, Angst ig idk, mention of smut? idk man dont ask me

A/N: This is kind of a vent post ?? I mean some of this is a real scenario and some isnt but like i needed to get some shit off my chest and this helped also this took so long and 4000 WORDS WAT i can normally barely get to 1.5k pls be proud okie bye

You had pushed the past memories into the back of your head, until now. Your years of high school flooded your mind once again when you saw him walk through the door. You knew it was a bad idea when you signed up for the music and band department at your university, but you had gotten rid of the constant anxiety after your first year ended. It was halfway through your second year, and you already regretted letting your best friend, Yoongi, sign you up again.

   Through high school, you had avoided all music or instrumental courses to avoid a classmate of yours. Although you were never really friends, you had known him since middle school. Even though you used to talk, you completely hated him. You watched him turn into a complete fuckboy while going to school together, and despite knowing his ways, you still fell for him. It was something about his comforting and easy going demeanor that had you wrapped around his finger. Although you were almost completely sure you were in love with the boy, you refused to admit it. He could get any girl, and he knew it. He could barely go a month before he was in some girls pants, and there were hardly any girls that denied him. You were surprised he hadn’t gotten anyone pregnant. Though his player tendencies were always apparent, you still cared for him. Of course you didn’t want to, but it wasn’t under your control. He had subconsciously taken over your physical, emotional, and mental being. You slowly became more aware that your crush on him had escalated into something unhealthy. You were positive he knew you liked him, and him being who he was used this to play around with you. He would lead you on to believe he liked you, only to get a girlfriend and basically make out with her right in front of you. He did this numerous times, also sprinkling in times he was mad or ignored you for no reason. This sent you down a spiral depression, but at the end of the day he was always the last thing you thought of at night. You hated how you let him affect you, and you continued to blame yourself every day for the pain you went through. Even after high school, his name rang in your ears every time you saw something that reminded you of him. Jeon Jungkook. The boy who almost ruined music for you. Not necessarily listening to it, but you stopped loving it in the way you once did.

At your high school they offered rock band or singing classes in your music department, for teenagers who wanted to pursue a career or hobby in music. These two classes would collaborate to perform a battle of the bands every year. In your freshman year of high school, you signed up for the singing classes, where you learned how to perform and how to make or produce your own music. You had loved to sing and fell in love with the class. You were always in chorus or choir classes since elementary school, so you were amazed at the opportunity to not only sing whatever songs you want but to also write your own. You remembered when they announced the official battle of the bands' date, your friends basically attacked and forced you to sing for their band. You had agreed, wanting an excuse to hang out with them more, but you later regretted your decision. You soon found out Jeon Jungkook was the drummer for their band. It was so awkward at first, but you soon became friends. You had promised yourself you wouldn’t fall back into the loop you were in the years before, but you couldn’t ignore how much you loved the sound of his laugh, or how beautiful his smile was when directed at you. You found yourself prioritizing his happiness over yours, and you gave your heart what it wanted. Even after the battle of the bands, (which your band won) he continued to work with you when you wrote your own music. He seemed to love influencing the way you made music, often giving you advice on the audio. You sought after his approval, and although you had thought he changed, he returned to his old self. This continued on until you were both juniors. One late night you received a text from Jungkook right before you were going to go to sleep. You almost choked when you read his text.

1:07 am

I really like you, I hope you know that <3.

You didn’t believe him, and he spent almost 2 hours convincing you he did. He asked you out on a date that Friday, which you agreed to. The date was soon canceled to what you found the next day.

   Mother nature had decided to pay a surprise visit, so you quickly rushed to the nearest bathroom to your class. You ran into the bathroom, hand already reaching into your purse to make sure you had a pad when you saw it. Jeon Jungkook, balls deep into your best friend. You gasped and locked eyes with Jungkook, then you looked at your friend.

   “Don’t you ever fucking talk to me again. Either of you.” Was the last sentence you said before running out of the bathroom, down the hall, and into another to call your older sister to pick you up early.

   Your depression was horrible, worse than ever. You sister talked you out of suicide multiple times, and you ended up staying home for a month before your parents signed you up to complete high school online. For the first few weeks you were gone, you continuously got texts from both Jungkook and your ex-best friend. After the second week, she had given up, but Jungkook continued to text and call. He did this until you finally answered and told him to fuck off. After that you never heard from them again. You thought you finally found people you could trust, people to make you happy. You were wrong, and they betrayed you and left like everyone before.

   Although you stayed home often, you did make friends online. You met your best friend Yoongi in one of the live streamed classes you had to watch. When the professor asked a question for us to answer, Yoongi would always answer correctly, but not without a snarky remark. You couldn’t help but privately message him, and you both instantly clicked. You exchanged social media and soon numbers. You were inseparable, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. While getting to know him, you realized you had a lot in common. You both had depression and anxiety, and that influenced your taste in music and writing. When you graduated, you flew the hour flight to his town and finally met. He told you about the university he was going to attend, and about their music program. Although you were against it at first, he convinced you to send in an application. When you received the acceptance letter, you rented an apartment with Yoongi against your parents wishes. Although they were very supportive, they didn’t think moving in with someone you only knew for a year, let alone a boy, was a good idea. As much as they believed this, you knew the friendship you had with Yoongi was strictly platonic.

   Your first year at the university was amazing. You made friends quickly, and you were never very stressed. All of your classes were fairly easy, as you were going for a degree in arts, so you had lots of free time. You and Yoongi often wrote songs together, him accompanying you on the piano or keyboard while you sang vocals. You were finally able to write out your anger for the boy who made school a living hell, and you never felt happier. That is until today.

   You and Yoongi were sitting on the couch in the band room, your head in his lap as you both scrolled through social media. You heard a familiar voice from across the room, but you decided to ignore it as you watched a funny video on Instagram. You heard a laugh filled the room that made your heart drop. His laugh. You sat up and looked around the room, almost immediately locking eyes with him. Jungkook, the one you had successfully avoided until now. He flashed a small smile at you and waved shyly. He was wearing a red hoodie and black ripped jeans. You laid back down on Yoongi, ignoring him, and proceeded to spam your best friends messages.

   “Y/N why are you texting me, you’re right next to me-” He began before you forcefully jammed your elbow in his stomach.

   “Shut up and just text me,” you demanded.

You sat up and started to smack Yoongi, repeatedly saying how this wasn’t a joking matter as he continued to die laughing.

   “Look, I’m hungry and I need an excuse to leave or else I’m going to die. Come with me and I’ll buy you lunch.” You said quietly. Yoongi gave in and stood up, and you followed him out of the band room.

   Of course not before you and Jungkook locked eyes once again. You and Yoongi walked across the campus to the nearby McDonald’s, where you began to regret buying him food because he ordered some of the most expensive meals. How does a McDonald's order come to this much, you thought as you could almost hear your wallet crying out for help. You walked back towards campus while stuffing your face with fries and scrolling through Twitter. You didn’t normally get McDonald's because it was unhealthy, but you allowed yourself to indulge in their warm fries and delicious apple pies every once and awhile. You were about to show Yoongi something funny when he nudged you with your elbow. You looked up and saw Jungkook walking this way.

   Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

   “Hey Y/N! I haven’t seen you in so long!” He said, flashing his signature smile. Your heart dropped hearing his voice say your name once again.

   “Hey Jungkook, how have you been.” You smiled as best as you could, trying not to show how nervous you were.

   “Pretty good, just moved here so I’m still getting used to the place. How have you been?” You hated how he kept eye contact with you, it was one of those things that gave you a bunch of unnecessary butterflies.

“I’ve been good. Oh, and this is my friend Yoongi.” You said introducing him, needing a topic so there wouldn’t be any awkward silence.

“Hey man, nice to meet you.” Jungkook and Yoongi shook hands and you prayed for Jungkook to say-

“So I have to go to my last class for the day, but I’ll see you around,” Jungkook said.

“Alright, see you!” Yes! You were so happy he actually had to be somewhere. You and Yoongi waved goodbye as Jungkook began to walk in the opposite direction. You turned back to start walking to the band room when you nearly collapsed because of the bottled up nerves.

You felt bad after you forced Yoongi to listen to your 2-hour rant on how you never wanted to see Jungkook again and that the universe hated you, but he was your best friend and signed up for this when he signed the lease to your apartment. A few weeks past and your music class began to get less awkward than in the beginning. There was no point to try and ignore Jungkook because he was the type to never get the hint. You could ignore him for weeks and he’d still try and talk to you.

You walk into class one day with Yoongi to see a new assignment on the board. The teacher immediately lost his title of favorite teacher as you read the details. “You have 4 weeks to form a group, write and produce a song, and make it performance ready. Today will mark day one, form a group and plan out the most effective strategy to complete this task.” You started telling yourself in your head that it would be fine, and that Jungkook probably had his own band already with his set of friends. You began forming your group with Yoongi on the keyboard, your friend Jennie on guitar, and your other friend Lisa helping you with vocals. You realized you needed a drummer and you mentally cursed yourself. You walked over to one of your friends, Min Hyuk and asked him if he could join your band. You weren’t very close, but you talked often since you had a lot of classes with him the year before.

“Sorry, I’m already in someone's band. I think Jungkook is free though.” He smiled softly, completely unaware of your predicament.

“It's fine, thank you though.” You walked back to Yoongi after saying your goodbye, silently freaking out.

“Yoongi we’re fucked.”

“No, we aren’t” He chuckled.

“The only drummer left is Jungkook which I am not okay with.” You whispered to him.

“Ask him to be in the band, or I will.” He said sternly.

“Fine.” You whined as you walked across the room to where Jungkook was sitting, his focus down at his phone. “Jungkook.”

“O-oh hey Y/N, you scared me.” He jumped as he noticed your figure standing next to him. You watched him pull his earbuds out of his ear and you realized he didn’t hear you when you called his name.

“Hey, I wanted to ask if you wanted to join my group, we need a drummer.” You asked shyly, still unable to look him in the eye for too long.

“Yeah sure, of course.” He said as he stood up, smiling down at you. You both walked back to the group.

“I found a drummer!” You said, glaring at Yoongi. Lisa and Jennie introduce themselves to Jungkook and you all begin to work on a plan to complete the assignment. You decided that you would meet every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday to work on the song but for now to just think of what to write the song about.

Due to popular demand and the ease, you decided to write a song about heartbreak. You were all sitting in you and Yoongi’s living room floor, sharing past stories that could relate to the topic in hopes of coming up with at least the chorus. You had slightly zoned out after Lisa’s story, as you didn’t want to bring up details from your own memories. Sadly, it was soon your turn to share your experience.

“Yah, Y/n, share your story!” Jennie said excitedly, flashing her adorable grin.

“Um.. well..” God, you hated being put on the spot. It gave you so much anxiety. “I just fell in love with someone I thought cared about me. But obviously, he didn’t.” You ended with a nervous chuckle.

“Give us details~ I want to hear the whole story.” Yoongi dragged on, earning a glare from you. Yoongi obviously already knew the entire story, and basically lived it through your past late night mental breakdowns.

“Well…. I knew him for a while,” You started as you brought your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them. You placed your chin on your arms and stared at the floor in front of you as you continued, “He was a playboy, and knew very well he could get any girl. I promised myself I wouldn’t fall for him of course, but I did. And he knew that.” You glanced up at Jungkook and immediately began to drown in his soft brown eyes. However, this time you saw something different in them. A hint of sadness, regret even. Although you didn’t mean for him to know you were talking about him, of course he could tell. “I wouldn’t say he used that against me, but I felt used almost constantly. But I looked past that because we were young and stupid, and I knew he was a good person. In the end, he lied to me and pretended to like me, just to fuck my best friend.”

You watched Jungkook slightly cringe at the last sentence. You almost let yourself feel bad for being so harsh and blunt, but it was his own fault. He’s the one who made the mistakes, the only mistake you made was falling for him.

“That's fucked up…” Lisa said, her eyes filled with sympathy. Almost immediately brightened right back up as she turned to the only person who hadn’t told a story. “What about you Jungkook? Have you ever had your heart broken?” It was obvious she had a crush on him, but she hadn’t admitted it yet and you decided not to ask.

“Hah, usually I’m the heartbreaker,” He winked, “No, seriously though? I have.”

You looked at him, both confusion and surprise plastered across your face. Since when did Jeon Jungkook have a heart? 

“Like in Y/n’s experience, we knew each other for a while, and I fell in love almost instantly. In fact, I don’t remember a time that I didn’t love her.” Jungkook let out a sad chuckle as he leaned back against the bottom of the couch, his hands falling into his lap. You glanced away, but almost immediately felt his eyes burning a hole into you. You were always sensitive to his gaze, and prolonged eye contact with him tended to make you lightheaded. “But I made a bunch of mistakes, and although we were friends I turned her against me. I used to do that a lot.”

“Do what a lot?” Yoongi asked, his head tilting in curiosity.

“Turn my friends against me. I ended up losing all my friends in high school by the end of senior year. I was a horrible and selfish person back then. Luckily, I was able to apologize to almost everyone I hurt. Except for her.”

You turned to look at him again, and the hint of regret that you saw before turned into a sad, apologetic haze. He seemed to zone out as he was flooded with memories he had pushed to the back of his mind.

“W-what would you say to her if you could apologize.” Your voice seemed to falter, but no one else seemed to notice. Something told you he was talking about you, but there was no way. He couldn’t have actually loved you.

He stared deep into your eyes, into your soul. A glare you only remembered seeing in the most intimate and serious times you had with Jungkook, and you gave into his eyes as his voice gave you shivers down your spine as it went down an entire octave.

“I’d tell her I still loved her, and even if she never forgave me or if she didn’t care about me anymore, I’d still love her.”

_____________

   “Okay, we’ll meet again on Monday, have a good night!” You said as you saw everyone out. You had finally finished the chorus for the song and decided to call it a night. You watched Lisa and Jennie walk out before you turned back to Jungkook gathering his things into his backpack.

   “Hey, Kook, can I talk to you?” You asked quietly and he nodded in response. You brought him back to the kitchen and leaned against the counter. He seemed to copy you and leaned against the dishwasher across from you.

   “What’s up?” He said, nervously.

   “Uhm… Who were you talking about? Like we went to the same high school, so I was just wondering.” You wondered out loud. Jungkook's eyes flickered around the room, and he was obviously ansty. He sighed before answering.

   “I think you know who I was talking about.” He said in a low voice, similar to earlier. He slowly walked over to stand right in front of you, and you were only inches apart.

   “Oh really?” You said, raising an eyebrow. You felt yourself giving into him once again. No, no, no, no. Y/n, shut up you flirty bastard this is not the time. “Who?” Jungkook leaned in closer, pinning you with his body gripping the counter on each side of you. You could feel his breath fan over you, his eyes piercing through every defense you had against him.

   “You.” He said before you felt his lips against yours. God knows how hard you tried to bring yourself to stop, but his lips were too soft and you were too weak. You felt his hands against your hips and you instinctively brought your hands up to tangle your fingers in his hair. His tongue grazed your bottom lip and you instantly granted him entrance. He gripped your hips once again as he lifted you to sit on the counter before settling himself comfortably in between your legs. You moaned into his mouth as his hands traveled up under your shirt, only to return down to your hips the back again. He seemed to know every way to please you, which only made it easier to get his way with you. His lips drifted from yours down to your jawline, causing you to gasp softly as he sucked against your skin, raising bruises to the surface. He continued down to your collarbone.

   Suddenly he stopped, his hands comfortably wrapping around you, pressing your body against his. He rested his forehead on your shoulder and lost himself in your scent. God, he missed you, but he never allowed himself to truly show to what extent. Your hands left his hair and fell over his shoulders. You leaned your head against his and relaxed into the hug, taking advantage of his closeness.

   “I love you…” He whispered, in a way that he didn’t really expect you to hear him.

   “I love you too…” You sighed, causing him to pull away.

   “Wait really?” He asked, surprised by your response.

   “Yes, you dumbfuck now keep hugging me.” You said as you grabbed at the air between you, signaling that you wanted him to come back to you. He leaned back into your arms before wrapping his hands under your thighs, picking you up.

   “Which one is your room?” He asked as you leaned your head on his shoulder.

   “First one on the right.” You yawned, the feeling of tiredness overcoming your senses. You closed your eyes and heard Jungkook open your bedroom door. He turned on the light before setting you down on your bed.

   “You’re such a baby when you’re sleepy.” He chuckled as you slowly crawled under your sheets.

   “Shut up and come cuddle.” You smiled, your eyes still closed as you finally settled under your blanket and waited for Jungkook to join you. When he did, you noticed he wasn’t wearing the hoodie he once was. You scooted closer to him and felt him wrap his arms around you once again. Your nose pressed into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. You noticed he smelled different from in high school. It was more of a warm, comforting smell than his old cool and confident scent. You had fully given in to all that was Jungkook, and although everything in your being told you you shouldn’t be here with him, you were. And you loved every minute of it.

   You loved every minute of Jungkook nervously trying to ask you to be his girlfriend. You loved every minute of his ‘weekly movie nights’ that included you both falling asleep on the couch, tangled up together. You loved every minute of him showing up without warning in the middle of the night, claiming he couldn’t fall asleep without you next to him. You loved his smile and the laugh you could bring out of him from your shared sense of humor, You loved the full year he waited before asking to have sex. And you loved every minute of the feeling of his hands roaming over you as you finally connected in a way you only dreamed of. You were truly in love with the man who slept next to you, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

A/n: If you have any requests please feel free to suggest them, im slowly running out of ideas and i need some lmaoo

[dadhakyeon-blog]

vixx sports au- hakyeon

ok so i finally got a moment to sit down and start my first little series! hope you enjoy! lol i remember talking about doing this like. a month and a half ago. better late than never i guess haha

-hakyeon has been on the dance team since he was like five this boy came out of the womb doing the cha cha (get it)

-and you’ve never paid attention to your school’s dance too much but whenever they perform at other events and things you are always drawn to watching hakyeon

-and you get this unfair little crush on him

-your friends tease you about it but you’re always like!!! ‘no!!! i just respect him as an athlete and his dancing is really graceful and cool and the way he moves his booty is no joke- fuck i didn’t say that’

-anyways there’s this whole thing where your friends find out that the dance team is accepting new members and you’re all nervous

-so of course one night they get you drunk and convince you to sign up because you’re always more apt to do things inebriated

-and you wake up in the morning to a text from hakyeon

-’i’m excited to work with you in dance! our first newbie practice is today at 4! wear sneakers and something you can sweat in!’

-and he sent it at 7am how is he awake at this time on a saturday dear gosh

-but anyways it’s already like noon and you’re hungover as fucc so you have to drag yourself out of bed and into the shower and try to wake up

-you’re kinda like??? wtf the fuck why am i doing this i don’t dance and hakyeon is gonna watch me make a fool of myself

-and you consider dropping out but hakyeon’s text was so excited and he knows your name (totally not because you sent in your name on the sign up cough cough)

-so you just have to suck it up and go so you suit up and head out to lunch so you can get something in you before you dance

-and the whole time you’re pretty nervous but it’s okay because at least you know it’s just a practice for the new members no one super good is going to be there except for hakyeon

-but when you get there you almost lose your nerve because it’s like three people other than you and there’s going to be so much individual attention

-but you made it this far!!! at least try it out!!!

-and man if you had even the smallest idea in your mind that dancing could be easy, it’s ripped right out of your head by this practice

-hakyeon is not going to be lenient with any of you

-and silly you ate a really big sandwich without realizing for lunch and you’re not mcfreakin lovin it

-so during a break hakyeon pulls you aside and is all warm and friendly like ??? what’s going on you look pained???

-and you don’t really want to tell him that you just ate a really big sandwich so you say that you’re feeling a little sick to your stomach

-and his eyes light up like!!! you’re sick but you still came to my dance practice!!! wow!!!

-ohh man. that smile. that little glow.. his little excited voice... oh man oh man

-you would bend over backwards to see that all the time and it makes you feel a little bit sicker to realize that

-but anyways you push on through the dance practice and end up doing pretty okay once your food digests

-hakyeon taught your group an entire choreography to about two minutes of a rihanna song and it’s really simple and easy but it’s really satisfying to have something like that you accomplished in just a day

-and you didn’t fuck it up too bad because he complimented you! and said he’s excited for next practice on wednesday! wow!

-anyways anyways you get home and pretty much collapse because that was hard and hakyeon is stressful because every little thing he did you paid attention to and thought was cute and gOD

-and you end up texting your friends about it but they just make fun of you fuck them

-so the weeks go by and you’re slowly getting better and in between your practices 

-you find yourself stopping by the dance room and glancing in the windows to watch hakyeon’s other practices

-because he runs the newbie group but is also the main dancer of the advanced group

-and wow watching them practice should be illegal it’s so crazy

-you don’t know how the hell he does that to himself but he does and he looks great doing it

-and one time he falls and you’re like. this close. to slamming open the door and running in there yourself to help him.

-and one of hakyeon’s other dancers points at you when he helps him up??? and hakyeon??? smiles??? at you??? fuckkkk he saw you he knows you watch him oh no

-so you don’t watch for the rest of the week because you’re a little embarrassed but you can’t avoid him at practice so when you come in (regrettably a little early) he’s just there stretching

-and he gives you this sweet little smile and pats the ground next to him so you can come stretch with him

-’i hear you’ve been watching the advanced group practice?’

-and tbh thank god he thinks you’re watching the group instead of just him like ‘yeah i just think what you do is really amazing’

-and you’re so honest and hakyeon gets this little smile like ugH he’s cute

-he just thanks you really nicely and tells you that you’re doing better

-and that just means the world because he’s such a role model and honestly when it comes down to it you joined dance practice because of him so to hear him tell you that you’re doing well??? it’s nice

-nice is an understatement it’s amazing

-ok so when you stretch your leg you feel this really bad muscle cramp and it practically knocks you onto your side

-and hakyeon’s so worried he’s looming over you asking what’s wrong and you just grunt and start punching your thigh

-he gets the idea immediately though and he’s instantly pushing your hands away and rubbing your thigh himself

-like stupid! you’re going to hurt yourself!

-and normally you’d be a little embarrassed that hakyeon’s massaging your freaking thigh but ! it’s really helping and the cramp really did hurt

-once it goes away there’s this soft little moment between you two and hakyeon looks like he really wants to say something

-and you bet you know what you’re hoping he wants to say

-but the door busts open and some of the other newbie dancers come into the room because oH RIGHT we have practice

-so hakyeon just tells you to be careful and begins the practice

-it’s tiring and hard as always and you’re not doing so well this time

-it’s just... distracting. your head is out of it because you’re really occupied with hakyeon stooooop

-and he asks you to stay for a moment to practice longer with him and you’re like shit!!!!!!!!!!1!!1!

-but he really just kinda corners you and asks you what’s going on and if your thigh is still hurting you

-’i can rub it some more-’

-’nO i’m good thanks’

-’so... what do you think of me- uh, the team’

-and it takes you a minute to respond because you definitely caught that

-’i’m lucky to have such a great teacher.’

-and hakeyon’s ears are red???? omg

-you can’t help it you have to do it you have to!

-so you ask him if he’s busy and he’s not and you ask him to go to dinner and he’s down and what is this is he getting red because you definitely are

-and you go back to clean up but promise to meet in an hour again and you’re walking away and almost stop in your tracks because it hits you like. holy shit. you have a date cha hakyeon king of dance and your heart.

-life is amazing

-but you’re like. a nervous wreck before the date, you don’t even know if it’s a date or not??? you hope dear god

-if there’s any condolence though hakyeon is pretty obviously nervous too like he forgets that you’re at a restaurant where you have to go to the counter and accidentally sits down at the table while you wait in line

-a n y w a y s hakyeon is cute as all hell but what’s new 

-and the entire maybe-date goes really well like you never run out of things to talk about and he seems like he’s really interested in you

-it makes you feel so special like look at all this validation™ look at him telling you that you’re a good dancer look at him wanting to know things about you 

-hoLY SHIT LOOK AT HIM TRYING TO HOLD YOUR HAND

-he totally reaches out to pat your hand when you say something and he just leaves his hand there??? and you take the chance??? and now your fingers are laced??? omg

-hello god is that you

-if you thought this was the best thing in the world wait up there’s more

-after you finish dinner hakyeon holds your hand again while you walk back towards your school

-and he notices you looking at your linked hands like ??? oh no did i step past a boundary i just really like you it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way- 

-hakyeon??? really likes you??? omg

-and it comes out like a hurricane but you tell him no no no it’s okay you have this huge embarrassing crush on him too please hold you hand

-and he just kinda laughs like. well. glad i’m not the only one

-you two kinda fall into silence but it’s this really nice silence. like it’s just you two feeling each other’s presences and feeling the energy flow between your hands 

-it’s really sweet

-but it’s too soon that you’re back to campus and need to split up to go to your apartments 

-but he promises that he loved your date (he called it a date!!!!) and he really wants to go on another one with you 

-there’s such a soft little smile on his face oh god 

-and you go home and scream in a pillow because oMG that happened!!! that really happened!!!!! 

-and before you know it you’re going on date after date with hakyeon and every single time you’re with him it’s like you’re breathing fresh air 

-he’s so sweet on you and takes such good care of you 

-gentleman x100

-and you don’t really tell anyone but your friends that you’re dating but you end up coming into all of hakyeon’s practices to watch him and the dance team gives him so much shit for it 

-(good friendly shit feel) 

-but he just blushes and smiles through it like !!! my partner needs to know what to do when they move up to the advanced group! 

-that’s news to you lol 

-but sure enough after that practice hakyeon asks you to try practicing with his group and see how you like it

-no pressure or anything but he wants to see how you would do in a more advanced group because you’re doing really really well in the newbie group

-and it’s always better to practice up play down you know? 

-he probably planned it tbh because right when you join his group they decide that their next concept is going to be couples dancing 

-but there’s no one you would rather couples dance with than hakyeon

-and slowly you become better and better and hakyeon is so proud of you 

-and you get closer and closer too 

-on your six month anniversary you win your first dance competition with the group! 

-hakyeon makes such a big deal out of it too 

-at your team dinner afterwards he has the waiter bring out a cake and starts talking about how proud he is of the team 

-but he’s not done!!! 

-because he also just has to announce your anniversary and how proud he is of you for working your way up to such a high level of dance 

-and how he looooves you

-and you would normally be mad at the attention but... he’s so happy. you’re so happy. it’s all just. so good

-and you realize that you have such a loving and amazing boyfriend in hakyeon who just supports you and cares for you and pays such attention to your dreams and achievements 

-you really couldn’t be luckier than this 

[elisashallow]

PSA

Hey everyone... I’ve been putting a lot of these out lately but I just wanted you guys to know that I might disappear in the next two weeks. As some of you know, I’m working a lot, I’ve got two classes, and once the classes end I’ll be able to be on more. But for right now, until those are done, I can’t promise I’ll be on that often.  

I’m going to try to tag everyone I’ve got a thread with, hopefully.. If I forget you just shoot me a message I guess.

@jack-septic-rp (Dream Daddy, Hogwarts Wedding, and Daddy Darky)

@takenoshit-fromnobody (bab please tag me in this, tumblr ate the notif)

@ask-effecientgoogle (did I even have to do this tbh)

@drschneeplestein (take all the time you need sweetheart, just wanted you to know I’m still thinking of you <3)

@brxken-angxliisms (please tag me in the thread your last reply has disappeared into a black hole called Tumblr)

@chaotic-gxxd (same as before, tumblr the great devoured the thread or something)

@queenoftheinternets (You lil angel I love you but could you tag me in the thread again so I can reply someday and give Alex sum fucc)

@splattered--ink (Henna bab I’m working on it, promise, love you <3)

I think that’s everyone...? Anyway, thank you to all of you that have stuck with me through this and everything. Love you guys. I /should/ be reachable through messaging if you ever want to plot, I’m just not sure when I’ll get around to posting.

[survivorhephaestus]

EPISODE 08: Underestimate Me, The Fucc

And...... out of the stars, a wild Karter appears! By a whopping 47 points, they beat out their five competitors and earned their way back into the game. Immediately after Karter’s arrival, the two teams were finally merged and got a day to relax and eat food before their first individual immunity challenge. The Ateluhcra Team (thus named because the players could not come to a reasonable consensus and Ari has been waiting to name a team after our lord and savior David Archuleta for FAR TOO LONG) also got to collectively choose three rooms for their new spaceship, and chose to install the Kitchen, the Communications Room, and the Airlock.

The immunity challenge took the form of a flash game (Asteroids), and Patrick won by a wide margin, securing himself safety from the first merge vote. Renee also secured safety for herself in a roundabout way by using the Airlock to isolate herself from the vote - she could not receive votes, but also could not cast one. At Space Council, shenanigans ensued, as a 3 - 3 - 1 tie between Karter and Richie almost sent the team to rocks, but ultimately the revote tilted against Richie, and with a vote of 4 - 1 - 1 he became the first member of the jury.

LOGAN

logan wins again. sorry carson, sorry drew. i made merge and am feeling great!!!!!

KATIE

i dont think drew trusts me anymore but thats ok because everyone else does

KARTER

I AM A PLANT SLAYER AND JESUS, y'all can't feed my ego like this

I can't beLIEVE ARI DIDN'T COUNT MY SUN PICTURE. Like I know I still won but STILL

RICHIE

we merged!!!!! at first glance it's 5 lovelace vs 5 minkowski but idk if the lines are blurred i guess we'll see??? also karter is back and i voted them out without ever speaking to them so i gotta go

JAKEY

hi we MERGED!!!!!!!!!!!! wow finally and kelsey came back into the game cool!!!!!!

so basically im p good w renee, pat, katie, richie, n kinda josh. lydia is with katie/pat so that leaves us w like 2 options for a boot. i think it'll be either drew logan or kelsey bc honestly i dont see my tribe NOT staying united for the first vote it's just not realistic sweety.

drew is trying his best to get my team to vote together to take out one of the ppl on his team (i think his main targets are katie and lydia) so who knows if thats working??? idk if the ppl from my team are buying what he's selling or whatever but tbh he's desperate and gonna say whatever he needs to say at this point since he made it clear he has no allies. does he not realize i was one of the people who voted to send out his closest ally, owen, and make sure he has no options at merge?????? prob not so if all the blame wants to be put on katie/lydia imma let that happen!!!

this game is p lowkey so like i don't want to play v hard to stand out. its strange but i almost feel like underplaying is the smartest move bc everyone who is going to be going hard is going to be targeted immediately so i def can't let anyone see how hard i'm rly working!!! renee was like "josh needs to go" right before the merge bc he was the only one doing the challenge so that was "threatening" and IDK it was very telling since i was the only person helping josh in that challenge, i don't wanna be the next target???

underestimate me, the fucc

LYDIA

LOGAN

the sides right now look like Lydia, Karter, Katie, and me vs. the other team of five with Drew off on the side somewhere. there's some possible cracks... Josh and Pat want to with with me, and Renee apparently wants Josh out, so i guess we'll see how this goes. Richie is probably the most dangerous player on the other side because he's so personable, but i don't think we can get him out anytime soon for that very reason

PATRICK

It's been a minute, hi!

So some stuff has been happening. Josh told me he has an idol, which is both good news and bad. It's good because it's a tool we can use to swing things to our advantage. It's bad because I think the target so far seems to be Richie. Who's apparently a duo with Josh.

The target being Richie came up during a conversation with me and Lydia. We were listing off who was on which team during the swap, and both of us forgot Richie. That concerned me. I think I've been pretty clear about what kind of game I think he's playing, and the fact that he's so under the radar while also being likeable is terrifying. If we can't take him now, I wonder when the next chance we'll have will be.

OTOH, I'm definitely somewhat worried about things reverting to team lines immediately afterward. Better players than me have been suckered in that way before, with promises of big things to come that never materialize. I get a different vibe from this group – I think Lydia and Logan are both upfront about working with me, and ditto the other way around. But for better or worse, I can't just kick my paranoia to the side when it's convenient. I'll just have to listen to my gut and act if something feels off.

Renee taking the airlock... I get why she did it. I can't say I fault her. But when people flip from OG teams – and it will happen – the excuse is easy. A 5-5 vote is much more of a struggle. A 5-4 vote (or worse) makes it much easier to justify self-positioning over team good. But also, playing solely for team good is a sucker's move. Gotta know when it's time to cut bait. I like Jakey. I like Josh. Renee and Richie haven't made strong enough impressions for me to want to keep them. And this isn't Minkowski vs. Lovelace anymore – now I'm a Cook in a world of Archuletas. Time to win this.

LYDIA

JOSH

oh boy jakey’s big mad at me

[dvlidas]

this is my third attempt at this shindig! will it be any better? no promises LOL!

ANGELIQUE MARIE AVERY

so this is angelique and she is just such a basket case oh my god :(

she was diagnosed with mast cell disease when she was 4 and it has affected her HER WHOLE LIFE (if you’ve ever seen the trailer for the movie everything, everything than this is basically how her life was like. she has the same disease as that character bish i did my research)

so growing up, she was raised by a single mom who is super intelligent! scientist that has worked w startups & nasa, etc. her mother is originally from cote d’ivoire (hence the french name)

her dad left when he realized that her disease would affect their whole life. basically just wasn’t man enough to stick around :/ she hasn’t seen him or heard of him since

so mast cell disease is where your body is producing too many cells, resulting in being allergic to everything? very difficult to go outside/be in crowded places bc ur body goes into a shock of some sorts? plz google this if u wanna know more idk 

so just like in everything, everything (wow so original!1) she lived her whole life inside her house, had filters and things to make her environment supa dupa safe vvv tech-y house thanks to her momma.

no friends/outer connections except her mom and maids/ppl gettin in and out of the house

her friends were just ppl in books!! she loves reading and painting and that was her form self expression growing up

her life changed at 17 bc she had a huge fight w her mom and basically left the house to spite her?? came back nd was totally fine even tho she thought she was gonna die woot woot1!

this raised a lot of questions bc she should b sick but she isn’t DUN DUN DUN

turns out, she was sick at one point but only for the first few years of her diagnosis and after that her mast was gone. 

SO ALL THIS TIME SHE WASN’T FUCKIN SICK OMGOMG

but her mom hid it from her and kind of made herself believe that angelique couldn’t go outside

in a twisted kind of way it was out of love? bc her mom didn’t want her to go off and leave her the way her dad did & she didn’t want to expose her to pain and things that would just /occur/ when ur a teen

she has moved out of the house and into a lil apartment w some roomies & studyin art!! (plot ideas hmu)

is fascinated by the most minuscule things, almost childlike!! adores nature will literally stare at a flower for a good half-hour studying every part of it 

so even tho she is so booksmart she is hella naive when it comes to the way the world works ig? she’s still figuring life out plz help her out

v sarcastic but lw gullible

like how can u b so smart yet so dumb? well thank her mother for that smh

now has a rocky relationship with her mom bc she’s like “u kept me away from all of this fun wow what a mc’bitch”

somewhat trying to search for her dad? not really trying hard enough but at the same time is so interested in just getting to know everything and ‘finding herself’ what a cliche. 

HAWA AMINAH SALEH

wow ok this one might be my most problematic of the batch. a literal heaux™ with no consideration! for! other! people’s! feelings!

if u thought i was gonna whitewash this bella hadid fc u got me fuccced up

#palestinianprincess w no care in the fucking world, or, at least that’s what she thinks.

is actually just a regular shmegular girl from the suburbs of sacramento that decided to one day just bounce the fuck outta this bitch and travel the world??

comes from a big palestinian family who just genuinely love and look out for eachother but this bitch just decided to fuckin leave bc she was just over being stuck in one place

basically hops from city to city, posing as a different alter ego in each city just for the fun of it. russian model named alexia who only wears red lipstick when she was in spain, greek hotel heiress named elise when she was in brazil?? who knows whats next? no one except her

just does it for the thrill of it and being whoever she wants to be in the moment. is the literal life of the party and will find herself in the weirdest situations due to her alter egos (partying on a kuwaiti prince’s yacht? nbd just a regular tuesday for hawa!!)

literal definition of no ragrets

found herself in london and just kind of ~drifted~ away from her cray alter egos and genuinely enjoyed the place she was in

stayed a couple of months, kept up a job and was kind of couch-hoppin from a few homies/one night stands UNTIL a casting agent had walked into the shop she worked at and just loved her face and her personality

next thing u kno she is apart of a new tv show and is makin some serious $$$

i mean if u were basically acting for ur day to day life might as well start making a living out of it

she is just overall problematic & thinks she’s the queen of everything

is super argumentative and will not back down until she wins the fight/argument like plz try her

very clever and just a party chick/ just a piece of aesthetically pleasing trash

actually has some potential to be a good person just hasn’t tapped into it yet just give her time