#though unfortunately I gtg

[cacklingstranger]

Finally watched this year's HoyoFair!

I swear "Funny Bone" singlehandedly turned me into a Sampo appreciatior

Never in my life did I expect that I would see HSR's resident rat man as badass

[wqxianwriting]

how to make a golden retriever happy.

SLIGHTLY proofread | f!reader | poly relationship with nick & charlie though reader isn’t dating charlie | pretty damn long i got ahead of myself, sorry :,) | they’re so cute but im so bad at details fr | lunch date, walks, stargazing w fireflies & movie night! (you got headbands to wear… guess what movie charlie is having y’all watch rn) | what is stargazing | author questioning what color sonic’s eyes are | theres some crying at the end and a mention of breaking up but its just those negative thoughts actin up, theyre all okay :) | angst/comfort? | not many kisses unfortunately but THERE ARE SOME, like three scenes… two? | there is cussing, not much | nick & reader flashbacks

#%a/n%#;; first request done! thanks for it, they mean so much to me. i didn’t wanna make it too long but here we are lolol, hope it’s enjoyable though 🥹💜 also ntm on your family details but your mom does appear and she has a “set” personality! no one else appears though so you can imagine the reader’s family how you want, though it is mentioned your mom is married. also note, since reader is a lady she goes to the same school as like, elle darcy tara (and probably imogen too, right?). meant to post this yesterday but i wanted to add some stuff at the end haha, sorry sorry this is a whole ass wattpad book fr, feel like i wrote so much and nothing at the same time. hope you enjoy if you give it a read thought fhdhdj

OH YEAH last thing, the emotions in this story is kind of a whiplash 💀 one minute they’re happy the next theyre kinda sad or bittersweet so- hopefully the pacing doesnt seem bad… BE WARNED. shouldn’t be too crazy. okay thats it this time do enjoy

character(s):

nick & charlie (heartstopper)

elle & tao cameo

reader’s mom omg she’s a sweetheart, charlie’s parents are mentioned/super small cameo, nick’s mom also has a small cameo/is mentioned

darcy, imogen and sahar are very briefly mentioned!

The sweet sound of the school bell rings throughout and the school and every single student sighs in relief of the noise. You glance up at the clock on the wall before looking around the classroom where students are packing up their bags while talking noisily to one another.

You allow yourself to recline in your chair, left arm reaching back to where your backpack dangles off the seat and slide your hands into the side pocket, grabbing your phone.

Nicky Ricky Dicky: I’m alive!

Char: you live! i live too :) wanna walk together today or are you both busy? (gonna pick you up bestie)

Y/N: i’ll meet you outside (ty loveliest)

Char: awesome!!! nick?

Nicky Ricky Dicky: Sorry aha, I need to go home quickly today but I’ll be sure to join tomorrow!

This makes you pout and you can imagine your bestfriend having the same expression because the sad emoji he wrote in the group-chat even makes you sadder.

Char: ☹️

Y/N: don’f worry charlie

Y/N: Don’t*

Nicky Ricky Dicky: Sorry :,)

Char: It’s fine! Do what you have to do… we gonna facetime tonight though?

Char hearts your message ‘don’f worry charlie’.

Nicky Ricky Dicky: No promises but I’ll do my best. 😠❤️

Nicky Ricky Dicky: i gtg now, love you both <3

Y/N: lym! ❤️

Char: love you! ❤️❤️❤️

Y/N: three hearts 🥹

Char: y/n. STOP. come outside before i die

Y/N: omg… such a drama king like okay

You write and yet, you’re quick to jump from your chair and snatch your bag before sliding it on your shoulder. You push in your chair and skip out into the hallways where you see Elle. “Heya, Elle!”

She smiles warmly and waves goodbye to her friends before stepping in sync with you. “Hey there, Miss, didn’t catch your name.” You bump her shoulder and she bumps you back. “What’re you up to?”

“Charlie’s gonna come pick me up, hopefully via bike… mines broke the other day.” You sigh and she gives you a look of pity while trying to bite back a grin. Then she perks up.

“Not Nick?”

You shake your head, rubbing a hand against your temple. “Mm-mm, you ever just get a feeling something is off?”

Elle nods, turning her face away from you and her hands grip onto the handle of her bag that bounces against her legs. “Yeah, just putting it out there… graduation may be on his mind, I know its on mine and it’s been kicking my ass to be honest,” You wrap an arm around her in comfort and she hums in appreciation. “Just all that weird stuff, weird thoughts and anxiety…” Then she pauses, raising a hand and flicking her wrist. “Okay- not weird, but you know.”

That makes you snort, “Yeah, I get’cha… maybe, but we’ve always been open about that kind of stuff, I just don’t understand why it’d be a issue… I mean, we’ve talked about it many times before so it’s kind of odd, I guess?” You and Elle share a look of confusion before shrugging.

“Maybe it’s been having more of an impact y’know? You can speak easily about something when you’re not there yet but… graduation is coming up and everyone is worried about the future. You know how things don’t hit you till it’s happening literally next week or something? Maybe its hitting harder.”

Your heart clenches in pain at those words. She’s not wrong, there is a high chance it’s staring to affect him more… hitting harder than you’d know. You nibble on your bottom lip in concern and furrow your eyebrows,

“Well. If he’s being an idiot and isn’t gonna come to us about it then I’ll beat him up.” You place your hands on your hips, lightly joking to disperse the tense air between the two of you. Of course he isn’t being an idiot but you refuse to let him stress on his own. Elle chokes out a laugh in surprise.

“Oh god, he better run, she’s scary when she’s angry.” One of her hands let go of her bag and she hold her stomach while laughing a bit more. “Wouldn’t that be a sight?”

You scoff, “Like we haven’t argued before.”

“You argue about literal video games.”

“Stop.” You laugh and push at her shoulder. “Oh, and Elle, you know I’m your friend and if you ever need an ear to lend about college talk or need help to get your mind off of it to just relax, you got me.” She stares at you for a few beats before cracking into a grin.

“Thank you, Y/N. You know you got me too.”

Outside the school building you’re quick to spot two familiar figures by the gate. “Yes, he’s here!” Your arms raise in celebration then instantly flop down, “There’s no bike…!”

Elle calls out which makes the two boys stiff in seconds.

“Get your butts over here, Mr. Xu and Mr. Spring!” They awkwardly crane their necks to your direction and simultaneously sigh in relief – probably thinking you were teachers.

“You nearly gave me a heart attack!” Tao exclaims as you and Elle once you’re right infront of the two, gesturing to his heart. Elle is quick to place a hand over his chest – Tao’s cheeks lowkey reddening but you decide not to point it out for his sake – and her eyes widen a bit.

“Tao, your chest is gonna shoot out your chest.”

“See?”

“That is the goal, sire.” You finger gun at him and he smacks your hand away lightly with an exasperated look. It makes you giggle. “Elle is just feeling a little silly today.”

“It’s my agenda.” She grins before engulfing Charlie into a hug and he squeaks in surprise before squeezing her back. “Hello, Charlie!”

“Are you sure your heart isn’t pounding because you’ve gotten your daily dose of Elle?” You whisper while stepping in line next to Tao, facing your head to your other friends but you can see him tense at the corner of your eye.

He pinches his nose bridge, mumbling and you catch some of the words, suspiciously sounding like him saying he’s gonna fight you. His cheeks bloom a rosy rose so you take the win either way and smugly smirk at him.

“Hi, Elle!” His muffled laugh catches your attention, making you and Tao smile at the interaction before you wrap an arm around the latter, making him eyeroll, of course he does, but he wraps an arm around your shoulder and gives you a light squeeze in response.

“We best be off on our merry way,” You speak up, checking the time as the two friends let go of eachother. “I wanna stop by that new shop that opened a few weeks ago… Is that fine, Char?”

He gives you a thumbs up and Elle speaks, “Let me know how their desserts taste, I’ve been wondering but honestly they don’t look that good so…” She stares at you with a grimace before shrugging.

“Noted~” You say in a singsong voice before wrapping your arms around Charlie. “I’ll call you later, enjoy your afternoon date.” You and Charlie give the couple teasing grins and they take the bait, looking away in shyness but Tao takes the initiative and connects their hands together. It makes you melt.

“Shut up.” He groans, snapping but tone very much unthreatening adding on the fact he’s trying to cover his flustered face with his free hand.

“Yes, yes grumpy old man, we’ll see you later.” You and Charlie waist no time to start down the road with waves.

“Bye!” He shouts.

“I’m not a grumpy old man!” Tao stomps his foot, comedically. Right. How could you make that mistake?

“Bye, Y/N and Charlie!” Elle laughs with a wave and tugs her totally-not-grumpy boyfriend off in the other direction. You watch their hands tighten around eachother, squinting in amusement when Tao’s scowl instantly softens into a lovestruck gaze.

“Ahhh, young love.”

“You’re starting to sound like the old one here.” Charlie snickers, hands coming up to hold onto your forearms that are still bounded around him.

“You wound me, Char.” You squeeze him and he huffs. “I literally think the same when you and Nick are interacting, it’s so,” You make weird noises, fingers wiggling. “Y’know? Very sweet. Very cute, I even have some photos of you latching onto eachother while sleeping. Wanna see-?”

His brain feels like it’s shutting down, lightly smacking your arm when you lift it as to grab your phone. “Stop it.” You could practically see those animated stars swirling around his head and laugh.

You relent and unwrap your arms with a cheeky smile. He glances at you before hiding his face in his hands. “Ughh, whatever. You act like you don’t jump Nick the minute you see him.” Yeah, that’s crazy. You feel your own cheeks flaring up.

“You must be blind.”

“No, no, no. Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Lie!” He exclaims in a joking tone, uncovering his face and poking you in accusation. You lean away, losing your balance and forcing yourself to lean on your tippy toe. Your other foot comes down onto pavement with a stomp and you twirl like you’re dancing. Charlie definitely notices this misstep, doesn’t say anything but you see his shoulders shaking in silence. He’s laughing.

“I never lie?” You pick off the conversation.

“Was that a question?” He tilts his head back at you.

“No?”

He stares at you, eyebrow twitching and you puff out your cheeks like a frog, looking anywhere but in his direction. “You’re awfully cheeky today.”

“How am I being cheeky?” He gives you a look like you’re being ridiculous.

“Charlie Spring is a little cheeky today, my oh my, what have I done to deserve this.” Then you raise your voice in a slight yell, “Ahhh! Who is this?! This isn’t my Charlieeee…!” Your arms reach for the sky.

“You’re an idiot.” He takes the chance and poke you again which makes you yelp. You narrow your eyes. He runs off, you chase.

That was last week. You haven’t seen your boyfriend in a couple of days and it’s concerning. He responds hours late to your messages, doesn’t even respond in your group chat with Charlie, his calls barely last ten minutes and you literally haven’t seen this man in person. Charlie tells you he still shows up at school but his eye-bags are pretty bad.

“Is he avoiding me? I’m confused.” You frown, balled up on Charlie’s bed and feeling very mixed. A little annoyed, a little sad, and alot of worried. Charlie sets down two mugs on his bedside table and sits next to you on the bed. His rests a hand atop of your head and lightly taps it.

“No… I don’t think so. I see him at school and he tries to act normal but even he doesn’t respond to me like that outside of school.” The scowl his face makes has deepened and you’re quick to wrap an arm around his leg in comfort. He lets out a weak smile but it’s quick to fall off his face. “I’m confused too…”

You both stay silent, it’s nearly deafening. “I don’t wanna force him to tell us anything – I mean, he knows he can come to us if he needs it but if he’s really stressed about school maybe we can help give him some space to not think about it. Even if its only for a bit, you know?” Charlie listens to you mumble while tugging at a loose thread on his sweater and nods slowly, eyes lost in thought.

“Should we go somewhere?” He tilts his head back to look at the ceiling before his gaze travels around his room’s walls, hoping to find an inkling of inspection.

“That sounds fine.” The somber feeling in the room lifts a bit when you start to grin. You shift onto your back, raising your right arm in the air and sprawl out your fingers. “We could go out, do something and eat… I kinda wanna stargaze, is that weird?”

He lets out a chuckle, glancing down at you with a teasing glint in his eyes, “Wow, you’re such a romantic, Y/N. I’m shocked.” To which you scoff.

“Well, duh. Who makes all the date plans?”

“Okay, no, that’s because you say we’re bad at planning dates – you refuse us to even be involved.”

“Charlie, Nick brought you to a dog park as a date.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“You both stayed there till nine.”

He full on laughs now, bumping you with his knee and you smack it back in retort. “No judgement though, I would do the same but that was for the whole day! Who stays at a dog park from Eleven to Nine?” He continues to laugh until they turn into giggles.

“Maybe… we’re unique.”

“True that. You didn’t even bring baby Nells, shaking my head.” To put emphasis, you shake your head and your friend has to gasp out for air. “Don’t die, now.”

“Whatever whatever.” He brings his hands to his face and rubs his cheeks in circular motion to calm himself. His face is flushed and he exhales slowly before reaching for his phone. “Do you want your drink?”

You remove your arm from his leg and sit up properly, holding on your hands and he complies, placing the mug between them. “Thank you~” You lean on the wall, flopping your legs onto Charlie’s before crossing them at the ankles – to which he sighs in annoyance and it makes you grin. “What’re you doing?”

“I’m gonna search for places to go that is nearby but not too close… you have a place in mind for stargazing?” He grabs his own mug that is black and littered with yellow stars, how ironic. You nod sleepily, slowly sipping your preferred drink and tap at the cup absentmindedly.

“Yeah, it’s near my house.”

He flicks his eyes towards you for a second.

Then goes back to typing on his phone.

“You mean it is your home.”

“Maybe.”

You smirk, he sighs and you both go back to planning. Nick honestly better be willing to get his ass dragged out of the house by his lovely girlfriend and boyfriend because money is involved and you both would be damned if he just wallows in self despair, alone.

So, that’s what happens, you fill Charlie’s parents in on needing to steal your bestfriend during the weekend and some of the plans involved like a movie night. They agreed to let him stay over for the night but he must call every few hours or atleast text.

Your parents love the boys and were completely down with the idea. Of course you also secretly called Nick’s mum and she had filled you in on a couple things that made you a tad bit more nervous to see your boyfriend.

Seems like your assumption was correct (more like Elle’s). “Lately he’s been talking about colleges, right… he’s planning to go on a trip sometime this month to check them out but he seems stressed, it’s been worrying me. You know though, kids probably don’t want their parents all in their business, haha,” She laughs softly and you can hear running water cut off on her end – probably washing something – “He knows he can come to me so I’m just letting him have his space. It’s lovely you and Charlie want to ease his mind! Glad he’s with and friends with two sweethearts,” This makes your face flare up in embarrassment but your chest puffs with pride.

“Of course, and I know he appreciates you being patient and understanding with him. The thing we don’t wanna do is pressure him… I just hope this can help take his mind off of the stress and you know… relax?” You grimace a bit, tugging at the end of your sleeve as the phone sits between your ear and shoulder.

“I get it, mhm. Thank you, Y/N.” Her voice is still soft but gets even more sincere with a hint of emotion. Had you feeling emotional too.

Saturday is quick to arrive and you stare at your reflection with determination. Brushing down your outfit, you admire your date look a bit more before turning around slowly and snatch your bag off the bed which is filled with random necessities that you may or may not need along with your wallet.

“Alright, Nick Nelson, prepare yourself for the best date you’ll ever be on.” You puff out your cheeks, grab you phone of the charger and exit your room. “I’ll be off, Mother~” You hum once you reach the end of the staircase and spot your Mom on the couch with a paper in hand.

“What is with the formal address?” She chuckles behind her hand, standing up and following you towards the front door. “I’ll see you later tonight with Nick and Charlie, right? Enjoy yourselves.” She smiles, wrapping her arms around your head and you hug her back with a gentle squeeze.

“Oh! Wait.”

She quickly unravels herself from you and speeds down the hall to the kitchen. Your eyes stare down the direction she went for a few seconds before deciding to slip on your shoes.

“Okay, here you go.” You’re standing with the door open by the time she comes back and she gives you a picnic basket. It’s not super big but you have to grab it with two hands. Less from the size, more from the weight.

“Mom. What did you pack in here?” You huff out a laugh, going to open the lid but she stops you.

“No, do not open it. It’s like… a wedding. You can’t see your spouse or it’ll be bad luck!” She speaks with a finger raised and you cock an eyebrow up. Whatever you say, Mom is basically your expression and she seems to notice because she places her hands on her hips with an exasperated look. “Just trust me, I’ve done it before and it was bad luck all day.”

“Mhm, mhm, right.” You nod, half listening and backing up on your porch. She follows, hand on the doorknob with a soft smile and she pinches your cheek with her other hand. “Thanks, I love you.”

“Love you too, honey.” She full on grins now and waves. After your ‘see you later’ promises, you’re quick to dart down the street and across the roads to a nearby park where Charlie said he’d meet you after picking up Nick. It gives you enough time to unload the nice lunch packed for the three of you and hopefully buy some refreshing popsicles or ice creams before they arrive.

Seems like luck is on your side though – maybe your Mom was right – because the minute you finish laying out the huge blanket in a nice shaded area you hear the sound of someone ringing a familiar bell sound. You turn your head so quick it nearly gave you whiplash and your eyes widen at the person walking along the park’s path, pushing a white squared cart decorated with photos of different types of cold treats.

You take your bag and phone, dialing Charlie’s number while speedwalking across the grassy field. It takes two rings before you hear his voice.

“Yes, partner in crime?” His voice comes off as staticky for a moment.

“What the hell are you doin’, your mic is scuffed as hell…”

“I’m walking!” You could imagine the eyeroll Charlie would do and bite your cheek to not laugh.

“Are you with Nick?” You continue to talk but smile in greeting when the ice cream seller stops at you coming over. He says hello and you wave before looking over all the choices on the cart.

“Yes. We’re grabbing drinks right now, you okay?”

“Yeah! I’m at the park, set up the picnic – though the food is still in the basket,” You glance back at your spot and after making sure nothing seems out of the ordinary you look back at the cart. “You remember those ice cream cart things? You want something?”

It’s silent between the two of you as Charlie ponders, in the meantime you point to your desired choice and the guy nods with a smile, opening the ice cream cart before digging around in the pile of cold desserts until he finds the one you want.

“Do they-“ He cuts himself off with a chuckle and you perk up at his voice, “Do they um,” He snorts this time then sighs to calm himself, “The ones with the bubblegum eyes. I wanna try one.”

You laugh a little, thanking the ice cream man as he sets the packaged treat in your hand. “Do you want the sonic one or something?”

“Whatever you spot first or whichever is given. Oh wait- Nick-“ You zone out a bit as he speaks to the blond and point to the blue hedgehog. The ice cream man continues his search. “He said he wants the crybaby ice cream.”

“Oh god.” You sigh in adoration, tilting your head back to the clear blue sky. “Weren’t they, like, terrible the last time we tried them?”

This time you hear Nick’s cheerful voice and he scoffs, “Okay, no. That was because for some weird reason you and Darcy wanted to put warheads into the mix.”

“Thank you,” You say to the nice man, grabbing a ten and a five dollar bill as a tip out of your wallet with a smile. You then put all the treats into your bag along with the wallet, waving the man bye which he returns and goes on his merry way. Your focus goes back to the two boys. “Ah yes, I remember the part where your face went sooo red. Hilarious, I have videos I think.”

He groans in prospect and you hear muffled giggles erupt from Charlie. “Why do you do this to me?”

“What are you talking about?” You tease and he groans again.

Charlie then speaks up, sounding way closer to the phone. “Alright! We’ll see you in two-point-five seconds.” You hum in response and say your goodbyes before hanging up the phone.

You reach the blanket again, flopping on your tush and take the ice creams out, aligning them with precision on top of the picnic basket. Charlie doesn’t disappoint because not two minutes later you see two familiar figures walking down the park path, one of them pointing towards your general direction and ditching the path to the grass.

You could feel your heart pound from… nervousness or excitement? Maybe both and it makes you grin, waving at the two. They get closer and Charlie waves awkwardly with a hand that has a drink in it, to which you notice his other hand also had a drink… and one of Nick’s. The blond’s other hand is carrying headbands of some sort and a bag is hanging off his arm.

“Char told me to get these while we were in the grocery store.” Nick speaks first when they get to you, he lifts the hand with headbands. “I decided not to question it.” You raise your hands and he carefully sets the accessories in them. Ah. Barbie headbands.

“Charlie…” Your brows pinch in amusement but also bewilderment. “What have you decided?”

He chuckles mysteriously, lifting a foot off the ground to point at your hand. “Put those down and take your drink, please. My hands are freezing.”

“Oops.” You comply and take the cup. The two eventual settle down with Nick in the middle and you quietly take a nice sip of the beverages. “Thank you.”

The boys nod and you glance at Nick, noticing the shadows of bags under his eyes. It makes you frown for a second, “So, what am I doing here on this lovely day.” Before you could inquire, Nick speaks up first, eyes shutting in contentment and a pretty smile adoring his face.

You lean back on the palm of your hand, eyeing Charlie and he meets your gaze. “Can we not want to hang out with the one and only, Mr. Nick Nelson?” You speak with a teasing tone, leaning into his side. His smile goes wider and he opens his eyes to meet yours.

“You make me sound like some big shot.”

Your eyes narrow.

“Well it was hard to reach you… so…” His gaze falters along with his smile, nervously tapping the top of his cup. “Not to pressure you, you know that but Charlie and I will always be there to listen if you need it.” You poke his arm gently and you spot Charlie’s hand sliding into Nick’s.

“Yeah.” Charlie nods, squeezing their hands, “But if not, that’s fine too. Y/N and I wanted to just, relax with you. Spend some time together.”

That makes Nick let out a shaky laugh and a wobbly smile. “Thanks.” He pauses. “Really. It’s just been, crazy?” He nibbles at his bottom lip before sighing and flops on his back, leaving his cup between his crossed legs and dragging the two of you down with him – which makes you all share a laugh.

Charlie rests against his boyfriend’s chest – facing his direction and you flip onto your stomach to play with both of their soft locks. “What has?” You ask softly.

He’s silent for a bit, tapping his fingers on your back with his free hand. “I’m not sure, school? Life? …Me? There’s no exact reason, everything just seems to be crashing down in my brain and it’s annoying to say the least.” He sighs heavily, “I’m probably just having that kind of month where everything is just feels like alot.” He frowns and you move the hand in his hair down under his chin, gently squeezing his cheeks and he chuckles.

“That’s perfectly fine, it happens.” You move the hand to trail up the left side of his face and place your palm over his forehead like you’re checking his temperature and it makes Charlie join in, prodding at Nick’s neck gently.

“There’s a lot going through your life right now, perfectly understandable why it feels overwhelming and such. Thank you for talking to us about it.” Charlie speaks softly.

“Of course. I don’t,” Nick pauses, opening his eyes with a flash of worry, “I don’t want it to feel like I’m shutting you both out or anything, or if it feels like you’ve done something wrong. I feel less weird thinking I’m overreacting, haha…” The laugh comes off flat but from the reassuring smiles from his lovers, he feels at ease.

“You’re not.”

“Nuh-uh.” You and Charlie speak simultaneously, denying such thoughts. It makes Nick laugh which sounds less forceful.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to talk about everything right now since I don’t even think I’m done… accessing everything but really, thank you. You both are my anchors.” If you didn’t tear up from that, your heart definitely did. Charlie gets up off Nick, letting go of the blond’s hand and tilts his head back with his hands over his face.

“Same, Charlie.” You cover your own face and lay flat against the blanket.

“I…” Nick trails off with another laugh and he sits back up which catches both of your attention. “Can we eat though, I’m getting a little hungry.” He gives a shy smile and you also sit up.

“Oh shit, what if the ice cream melted?!” This realization has the three of you shooting towards the basket, grabbing the packaged delights and simultaneously sigh in relief. They’re not melted… yet.

“Should we just eat these first and then eat the actual lunch next?” Charlie bites back a laugh, already opening up the plastic and pulling out the bubblegum eye Sonic, wasting no time to put it in his mouth with wide adorning eyes.

You and Nick watch him in amusement before opening your own. “I wanted this lime popsicle they usually sell but there were none.” You sigh before eyeing Nick’s container of airhead ice cream. He opens the top and it reveals the swirls of… red? Or pink and green.

“That’s funny, we saw those while we were at the store. There were these coconut flavors too.” Nick reminisces, plucking the taped but wrapped in it’s own plastic wooden spoon off the side of the ice cream container.

Charlie hums before looking down at the bitten into Sonic, “Why does Sonic have green eyes? Are they actually green?”

You all stay silent.

“I thought they were black or brown?” You speak in confusion.

“Right? Even blue….” Charlie tilts his head.

“Technically all of those are correct though they turn red as well… It’s the different franchises, I guess?” Nick furrows his brows in thought, scooping into his sour treat after freeing the wooden stick and eats away, wincing here and there. You watch with amusement.

The lunch date you can say with absolute certainty was very successful. You all catch up on things that have been going on and different shows you’ve been watching. Sharing ice cream, stuffing yourselves full with your Mom’s cooking – there was even a drink war? All you knew was one minute you were nearly done with your beverage and the next it’s being tossed in Nick’s direction as you try and run away from Charlie’s retort from you getting him seconds before. Ah, can’t forget the classic kisses shared under one of the many trees at the park and the newest photos stored in your ‘Nick & Char ❤️’ album, like the picture of Charlie ‘painting’ Nick’s face with whip cream. Where the fuck did you get whip cream from? Ask your mother.

Around the time you were all packing up, a teenager around your age ran up with their four other friends and inform you there is a nice walking trail – pointing towards the area where the park path splits, one continuing into a circle around the whole field and the other going into an area with rows of trees.

“Y’think we’ll get jumpscared? Like a haunted path or something.” You joked.

“They said there’s a nice stream down the path.” Nick smirks at your joking, placing a hand on your head and you puff out your cheeks, feeling them heat up a bit.

“Ah yes, you can take a nice swim in it when I push you in there, Y/N.” Charlie hums, quick to dart his eyes away when you flip your head in his direction.

“You’re so evil to me?” You watch him with wild eyes, mouth agape and he laughs.

“Do you think we’ll actually able to get in?” Nick ponders and you flip the wild gaze to him now.

“With us three, I’m sure we can pull it off.” Charlie responds with a menacing grin, mischief all up in his eyes and you’re playing ping pong with your eyes, flitting back and forth between them.

“I’m gonna be arrested today, huh…” Your boyfriend and bestfriend just giggle like evil people.

In the end, you three didn’t get in the stream’s water but there were some fishes so you decided to feel them the crust that Charlie didn’t eat from his sandwich and take some more photos. Nick had picked Charlie up bridal-style, getting dangerously close to the water and you record it all.

“Don’t drop me!” Charlie tightens his hold around Nick, fear and excitement in his tone.

“This takes me back to the beach…” Nick ignores his boyfriend’s pleas and spins around carefully.

“Do not reminisce while I’m in your arms, please and thank you?!” He exclaims and it makes you full on laugh, an arm over your stomach while watching the whole exchange happen.

It’s not long before it turns from afternoon to evening, you three return back from the area with Nick and Charlie debating on if they saw a deer or not. Charlie saying it was definitely there and Nick saying it wasn’t there.

“Carl Grimes flashbacks…” You hum and Charlie puts you in a headlock.

“Do not. I will cry right here.” He pouts and pulls at your cheeks, ignoring your protests. Nick watches with a soft gleam in his eyes, rocking the picnic basket back and forth with a hand.

You all walk down the sidewalk side by side once Charlie lets you go, talking about random things before Nick realizes the direction you’re going.

“Are we dropping Y/N off?” He frowns.

It catches you and Charlie off guard. “What? What makes you think that?” You raise an eyebrow. Nick points ahead and your house in slowly coming up in view. Ah.

“Ah.” Charlie speaks your thought and you both share a laugh. “No, we’re not dropping her off.” Charlie stretches his arms with a grunt before eyeing the bag strapped around Nick. “You brought pajamas and clothes for tomorrow, right?”

Nick nods, pursing his lips. “Still confused about that.”

You scoff in amusement and place a hand on your forehead with an endearing smile. “Nick…”

“Don’t worry, you’ll understand soon.” Charlie gives him a thumbs up, paired with a wink before darting ahead of the two of you. Nick flicks his gaze to you in question but you put on an act and shrug.

“What he said,” You pause for a moment, eyes burning into Nick’s, “Do you like stargazing?”

He moves closer to you, closing the gap and tugs your hand in his. The question makes him look up at the sky for a moment. “Mmm. Never tried it before? What counts as stargazing? I’ve… been in the car on trips and looked out the window…?” You give him a perplexed look which he returns.

“Alright, well-“ You chuckle, “That can… technically count? I guess? Just… Yeah.” You give up midway, tugging Nick along when you get closer to the front of your house where Charlie awaits. “You’re on your phone while you’re on a date? Tsk tsk.” You tut your lips in disapproval and Charlie startles.

He rolls his eyes, flipping his phone to the two of you bounding up the steps. “I was texting Saha- oops, hold on-“ He cuts himself off, flipping the phone back around with a nervous smile.

You glance at Nick before moving your hand to cover his eyes with your other hand. He gasps in surprise but doesn’t question it any further, grinning a bit. Facing back to Charlie you mouth the word, ‘Barbie?’ and tilt your head in confusion. He nods.

“You’re silly.” You remove your hand from Nick’s face and flatten your hand, tapping Charlie’s forehead in a chopping motion. He rubs the area with a laugh and you knock on your front door.

“Did you forget your keys?” Nick giggles when you give him a look of shame.

“Maybe.”

Your Mom is quick to open the door, grinning widely. “Welcome back. Hello, Charlie and Nick.” They wave in shyness and she scoots back to let the three of you in. “What’s the plan next, soldier?��� She bumps the door closed with her hip and loosely crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow at you specifically.

“Gonna go in the back for about an hour…” You trail off, taking your shoes off in the most complicated way. With your feet, or the heels per-say. When you finish you take the basket from Nick and walk to the kitchen with your mom as the boys finish taking off their own shoes. “To stargaze.” You finally finish when Nick’s ears are out of reach.

She pats you on the back with approval, “Attagirl. How was lunch?”

“It was fun! We spoke a bit, ate and went down a trail.” You bounce your head to the side while listening the activities before pausing. “He seems more… energized?” Your lips purse.

“Was that a question?” She leans against the counter, one arm coming out of the self-hug and she combs her hand through your hair. You give her an awkward look and she breathes out a laugh. Tapping the crown of your forehead, she moves away to the fridge with a soft smile. “Well, if he seems to be uplifted,” She eyes you before taking out three water bottles. “That’s great news, no?” Then sets them infront of you on counter.

“You’re right but… I don’t know. I just feel like I can do more,” You huff. “But that’s dumb because of course I can’t, this has to be something Nick figures out and all I can do is support him.”

“Honey, that is doing more for him. Supporting him is the biggest help you can five someone, along with what you’re already doing. Taking him out, letting him have space to clear his mind and being a safe net. Same thing with Charlie, no?“ Her hands latch onto your shoulders and give the muscles a gentle squeeze. “I know it feels like you want to do so much more but, there’s only so much.” You tilt your head back and look up at her with a half-smile before relenting.

“You’re right.”

“A mother is always right.” She lets go and moves towards the stove, giving you a smug side eye… which you return with an unamused eyeroll.

“Yes, yes. My mother is always right. Sometimes.”

“About ninety-nine percent.”

“Ninety-five…” You lift an eyebrow and give her pointed look. She has a spoon in her hand when she looks over you and points it to her chin in thought, it’s just a bit though.

“Ninety-seven. Take it or leave it.”

You scoff in amusement before scooping up the bottles, “Whatever you say, ma’am. We’ll be outside.” She hums in understanding and you exit out the kitchen, walking into the dining room before reaching the living room where the duo waits.

“Pleasure for you to join us.” Charlie smirks and takes two of the bottles from your arms with a nod of thanks.

“Be welcomed.” Nick muses with a grin and cracks open the bottle, taking a quick refreshing sip.

“What is this speech? I hate it.” Your face scrunches up in disgust before gesturing to the sliding glass door. “Shall we?”

“Look who’s doing it now…” Charlie stares at you cheekily. You give him the finger, he returns it.

There are slides in a shoe rack near the door and you three take a pair before stepping out. Nick’s eyes widen in wonder. Your backyard has a big blanket – similar to the one from the picnic – sitting in the middle of the area that has a plot of grass and lanterns that hang off metal rods sit nicely around in the grass that have curves at the end, doing nicely as handles. What surprises you are the little bugs that fly and flicker with a yellow-green gleam in the air.

“Since when do we get fireflies?” You speak first.

“Since forever, Y/N.” Charlie poked your back and you jump, flipping around to get him back but he’s already slipped behind Nick.

“You little…”

“Ah, ah ah, you have to be nice to me.”

“Says who?” He’s being ridiculous.

“Says me. Your bestfriend.” He peaks around Nick’s side – who, mind you, is still focusing on the backyard’s look – with a teasing grin.

“I’mma beat you up.”

“No!” He lets out a laugh when you lunge towards him, twirling out of your reach and running around with you flailing behind.

It felt special to Nick. The orange-red sky turning into it’s pitch dark blue color, stars twinkling down on you three with a full moon bright. His eyes are stuck on his two partners, the fireflies swirling around them out of disturbance but still they still decorate the backyard with green-yellow hues, not ready to leave. He remembers this conversation you had in this backyard a year ago…

“Do you think fireflies come around this area?” You were sitting on a bean bag, legs tucked beneath yourself and were practically sunken into the ‘seat.’ Charlie had insisted you to put it on the concrete side of the backyard so you did and now your face is hidden behind Nick’s switch in your hands.

Speaking of who, Nick is currently soaked wet, wringing out the ends of his shirt and Charlie wraps himself up in a towel. It’s late night, pitch dark but they wanted to play with water balloons and your Mom happened to be out of the house to pick up dinner.

“Maybe…” He leans back to look at the sky. “Why? Do you like fireflies or something?” He looks back down at you. The question has you silent for a couple of beats before you set down the console. He watches you with an amused twinkle in his gaze, puffing out his chest in pride at seeing you in his sweater. Charlie had been wearing it earlier and you both traded before they brought out the balloons.

“I mean, I have never seen any so, maybe, maybe not.” You shrug, unfolding your legs and stretching them out with a groan. Your socked feet slap down against the concrete and you sit up a bit. “Don’t you think they’re kinda special though? My Mom said it’s like they’re glowing up your night, dancing around you and stuff.” You eye the floor. “Appearing on specials occasions like they know,” You lean back into the seat with a sigh, “Said that’s how she got married. Isn’t that crazy?”

Charlie purses his lips, tilting his head to the side before smiling, “Sounds magical. They’re the ‘true love’ bugs.” His smile widens into a grin.

“Exactly!” You snap your fingers with a nod, bumping your heel against the stone pavement.

“I’m sure they do appear out here though, don’t they come out at Midnight?” Charlie shivers while speaking, hugging the towel around himself tighter. You sympathize with a playful grin.

“Maybe. But well, you boys should get inside and warm up. We’ll try next time.”

“Nick! Are you gonna come and lay down?” He snaps out of his head, eyes darting to you and Charlie lying on the blanket though Charlie is trying to tap out from a leg lock you have him in.

He snorts in surprise, not missing a beat and closing the distance. “How the hell did this happen?”

“Nick! Help me~” Charlie wails before pinching your thigh, making you yelp and quickly let go.

“That is cheating!” You exclaim, rubbing your leg with a wince.

“All’s fair in war.” He snickers, reaching a hand out to Nick who takes it and sits down between you two.

It’s a nice silence between the three of you, you’re not sure who laid down first but you eventually followed. Nick has his arms wrapped around the two of you and you’ve glanced up at his face which shows contentment. You even met his gaze while peeking and it caught you off guard with how much his brown orbs were filled with much love and affection.

You reach a hand out towards Charlie and tussle at curls, making him whine in protest but lets you continue anyway. “I’m not good with constellations so you’re not gonna be getting that during this stargaze adventure.” You mumble against Nick with a laugh and it makes the other two chuckle.

“Nah, that’s alright… I’m happy with this…” You and Charlie freeze at how soft Nick’s voice sounds. Serene. Content. More than happy but not quite ecstatic. Filled with much love directed towards the two of you and it has your heart pounding.

You sit up on your elbow, making Nick’s arm slip off of you and he eyes you with suspicion. “Actually…” This would be way more comfortable on your knees so you sit up, tuck your calves beneath you and cuff Charlie’s face into your hands. It’s nearly laugh worthy of how quick his face turns a deep red and how you felt it happen under your touch.

You lean forward, careful not to face-plant into him – that would be awkward… and painful – pressing your lips against him. You both move into a soft but passionate rhythm. Your thumb brushes against his dusted cheeks, pressing hard against his lips one final time before moving back with a dazed grin.

He returns it, chuckling shyly before meeting Charlie’s intense gaze. You choke back a laugh with the swiftness of your friend sliding up a bit, hand softly cupping the side of Nick’s face and sharing their own kiss. Also very slow, and passionate. Your tilt your head up towards your house, eyeing the sliding door and sigh in relief to not see your Mom near it. By the time your gaze returns you’re meeting with the two boys staring at you with flushed faces.

“Oh my god, you’re so red.” You laugh.

“Shut up?” Charlie hands an arm over his face, probably burning up a bit more from the teasing.

The fireflies have died down, some still hanging around but you notice most are gone and a smile tugs at your lips. “Wanna go inside now?”

Charlie removes his arm with a sharp inhale and the two nod. “Do you need to bring the blanket in?” He points to the cloth when you all stand and you’re quick to shake your head.

“Nah. I’ll grab and wash it tomorrow,” You stretch your limbs, hearing some pop. “I need new bones…”

Nick sticks his tongue out in playful disgust, “That sounds horrific.”

“Wouldn’t that be crazy though? If we needed to trade in new bones when we’re old and seniors.”

“Y/N.” Charlie’s eyebrows bend and he grimaces, “Why do you come up with the most freaky scenarios.” It’s not a question.

“Yeah, like the apocalypse one from before.” Nick pitches in with a frown that falters into a smile.

You all step into the living room after you’re done turning off the lanterns and have grabbed your bottles, “Because my brain is so amazing that I just think of things you would never think of.” You make a gesture to your brain before wiggling your fingers like you’ve done a magic trick.

“Or so you say…” Charlie glances somewhere else before meeting your eyes, “Less would never think of more, shouldn’t think of.” He flicks his hand towards you, thumb and index finger out in a finger gun.

“Hey, these could be real life events soon to happen.”

“Yeah the bones theory would happen when we all become immortal.” He chuckles and you roll your eyes.

Then boom, jumpscare. Your Mom appears just as you’re settling on the couch. A screech leaves all of your mouths and she stares in shock with mild confusion and amusement.

“Hello to you three, too.” She giggles, walking over to the glass door, tugging the lock between the handle down and pulls the thick curtains down. “Enjoy stargazing?” She turns back around with a soft smile.

You three shift your gazes away. Apparently it wasn’t just you that still had the intimate moment in the back of your brain, huh? “Yeah, thanks Mom.”

If she noticed the slight awkwardness building up, she doesn’t mention it nor show it and instead clasps her hands together, “That’s wonderful! Dinner is finished so feel free to grab whatever you want. I’ll be upstairs if you need me.” She fills you in on her own plan for the night which is pretty much staying in her room so you all have your own time. She then tilts her head, eyes spacing out until she perks up, “And then there’s brownies that are baking, should be finished soon. I set a timer so when you hear it please take it our for me, Y/N.”

You nod before frowning, “Why does it have to be me?” Apparently she didn’t understand from the confusion crossing her face. You then point to Charlie and Nick.

Charlie looks offended, “We are a guest?” but his tone is light.

“You practically live here? Your clothes are in my closet, mind you.” Nick and your Mom choke out a laugh while Charlie flares up, flustered.

“Nick’s are too?!”

“Which is why I included him in my pointing?!”

Two people are bickering, two people laughing at the scene. It doesn’t take long for you Mom to calm you both down, “It doesn’t matter who, it doesn’t matter if it’s all three of you. Please just don’t let them burn.” She chuckles a bit more before rubbing her hand against her collarbone to calm herself, “Have a great time. I’ll be in my room.” You all wave her ‘goodnight’ and she retreats upstairs.

You three share a silence. Then Nick speaks,

“…So what exactly are we doing? It seems you both are full of surprises today,” He wears a teasing look which makes you and Charlie look away.

“Don’t worry about it, mister. You enjoy the ride.” You talk first before nudging Charlie with your leg. “You put the movie on, I’ll go make our plates and...” You eye Nick for a moment not knowing what he should do.

“Nick, I put the backpack in Y/N’s room, could you go get it while we set up? Oh! The headbands too.” Charlie pitches in and grins at the mention of the headbands. You and Nick blink at him before standing up to dart down your own paths.

While you’re making the plates the oven timer does go off. You take a toothpick from one of the drawers, flick on the oven light, open the oven – making you flinch back from the heat – then poke the dark chocolate fudge goodness. It has baked all the way so you grab oven mitts and drag the pan of brownies out of it’s cooker, sets it on the stove and flick turn the oven off.

After making sure everything was set in the kitchen you grab two plates and exit the kitchen, back into the living room where the movie is paused on the TV right before it begins. Charlie stands up and helps grab the two plates, letting you dart back into the kitchen again for the last one just in time for Nick to return.

“Do you want drinks? We got juices, sodas, water, you name it.” You peak your head out behind the dining room wall and the two boys pause midway in putting on the barbie headbands. You bite your lip to hold back a laugh.

“Do you have that tropical mix?” Nick speaks and you nod, he points at you in affirmation of the drink then finishes adjusting the plastic accessory around his hair.

“Root beer, please.” Charlie speaks next before his eyes shine open and wide, “Do you think we can have floats…”

Your eyebrows perk up, “I think we have vanilla? But you’re not getting that till the brownies cool down.”

“Oh, they’re out? Thank Barbie.” He holds his hands up in a prayer.

You stare at him, very much unamused and he gives you a cheeky grin.

“I’ll have tropical juice for now then.”

With a thumbs up you return to the kitchen once more, grabbing three tall glass cups from the cabinet and grab the carton juice out the fridge. You fill up two cups before staring at your own. After deciding your choice of drink, you put everything away and startle while turning around and seeing Nick in the doorway.

“Sorry,” He smiles apologetically, walking up to you and grabbing the cups filled with juice that is his and Charlie’s. He catches you off guard once again, planting a soft kiss on your cheek before bounding off to the living room again.

“What the fuck.” You stand in oblivion, feeling your face heat up. You decide you won’t unpack that tonight, flicking off the kitchen light and rejoining your movie mates.

Nick and Charlie had switched spots to where the blond was in the middle like he had been all day and your boyfriend pats the free spot next to him. You comply, setting your cup on the table while sitting and you lean into Nick with a soft smile.

“You forgot this, kind ma’am.” Charlie grabs the plastic pink band and you lean forward. He puts it on carefully and leans back with a self-satisfied expression, grabbing the remote with a quite cheer. “Are we ready for the best movie night ever?”

You and Nick watch him with amusement, “Yes, Charles, we are.”

“Not Charles, I will fight you.” He shivers at the name.

“You call me Nicholas?” Nick speaks. It makes you laugh.

“It’s your real name.” He grins.

“Is Charles not your real name, Char?” You lift an eyebrow and he rolls his eyes, still wearing the grin.

“No, it is ‘Charlie “Char” Spring’.”

You let out an insufferable sigh.

“Y’know, Y/N has called me ‘Luke’ before.” Nick leans his head back with a scoff. This makes you have a full on belly laugh which makes Charlie react the same way. “Yes, yes laugh it away.” He sighs like he’s in pain.

It takes five minutes to calm down. You wipe a precious tear away, “It was on call too and he hung up. Would not answer for like, an hour.” You inhale deeply at the memory before laughing again.

“Should we start calling him Luke as a nickname?”

“Please, please don’t.” Nick squeezes the arm wrapped around Charlie’s waist with a pleading look.

“Awwe you can’t do that.” He pouts, reaching up to pinch Nick’s face.

“Dho wha?” He sounds funny with Charlie tugging at his face.

“The puppy eyed look. The doe eyes.” You bat your eyelashes at Nick when he eyes you from the corner of his eyes before rolling them.

“We’ve gone all dahy withosut this, nowh yuu wanna shtart?” Now he’s the one doing the insufferable sighing.

“It’s a daily mission.” Charlie nods, a serious expression crossing his looks – putting on an act. He then lets go and grabs the remote again, “Movie time!”

“Movie time!” You cheer afterwards.

You three are silent for a bit as the movie plays, you and Charlie cuddling into Nick. He plants soft kisses down your face and you flush a bit. Then he moves to Charlie, repeating the action, who giggles quietly and eyes Nick with a shy look. It makes you laugh under your breath and Charlie doesn’t miss it, pointing to you with a brow raised and expression saying, ‘Don’t laugh at me when you’re acting the same.’ You look away.

“Hey,” Nick suddenly speaks up and the two of you look over. “Thanks for today. It really helped calm me down…” He continues to train his eyes on the TV but his ears burn from you and Charlie giving him your undivided attention. “And reassured me about a few things…” He purses his lips.

“Reassured?” Charlie asks quietly, as if afraid to make Nick snap his mouth shut and not speak again.

Nick sucks in a breath and you shiver from his fingers crawling up your arm. You watch Charlie lift his own hand and hold the arm wrapped around him.

“Yeah. Since everything felt like it was crashing down, I don’t know. It kinda made me feel… negative? About certain stuff. Between us. Not that I’m not happy, I’m more than thankful to be with you two but just like, how you both felt towards me…” His pursed lips flatten and your brows bend at the way his eyes dim.

“Breaking up with me for example because maybe you felt neglected or such. It made me so scared to think about I stopped responding to both of your messages most of the time and barely wanted to call because you know, what if one day you just went, ‘Yeah I don’t think we should be together,’ such and such.” You both stay quiet to let him speak his mind and you hate that he ever thought such things.

When Nick stays silent you take a sharp inhale, meeting eyes with Charlie’s glossed ones. The sight breaks your heart. “Nick…” You start off carefully and he looks over to you with so much exhaust. Slowly, you cuff his face – the same way you did outside – brushing your thumbs against him cheeks. Your right hand moves down, playfully you press your thumb against his bottom lip and smile gently.

“I’m sorry that you ever felt that way. It’s far from the truth, sweetheart.” He lets out an airy chuckle and you watch with adoration. “Y’know brains come up with the craziest scenarios when you’re stressed and it’s annoying, and stupid.” You huff, left hand moving against his cheek and he leans into the touch. Your thumb and index finger latch onto his ear and you pinch it lightly. “Do you know that, that would never happen unless you came to me asking for such a thing?” You pucker out your lips.

He watches you in a daze before laughing. “Do you know that would never happen?” Then he turns to Charlie with a soft look. “And you, Char?”

Charlie rubs at his reddening eyes and inhales. He then nods, opening his mouth before faltering. You both give him and moment and he closes his eyes in frustration before heaving out a sigh. Concern is evident in both of your expressions but Charlie opens his eyes with a new look of determination, straight at Nick.

He smacks his hands against Nick’s shoulders which makes the latter’s mouth hang open in surprise. “Nick. I love you. A lot. It hurts to know that you were dealing with these emotions, but know I’m not blaming you. How could I? It’s not your fault. Never feel bad for needing to take your time to sort out your own feelings and what’s going on with yourself. We’d never blame you for that because in the end, you know we have you, right?”

Nick nods and you can see his own eyes get glossy as well. Charlie then looks at you, “I love you too, Y/N, don’t tell Tao but you’re my bestfriend.” He chuckles, wiping at his eye again and you wipe at your owns.

“Hey, he can be your guy bestfriend and we wouldn’t have to fight over titles.” You wink, before leaning to Nick and kissing him softly. “I love you both, very much so. I’m glad you were able to talk to us, Nick.”

“Was that your goal today?” He grins in a joking manner, tilting his head in the crook of Charlie’s neck while entangling his fingers with yours.

“Did it work?” Charlie sniffles a bit before laughing. You laugh as well, “This is ridiculous we’re supposed to be watching Barbie and now we’re sobbing.”

“I give up.” You throw your head back, side eyeing the TV.

“Nooo, don’t give up.” Nicks chuckles before sitting upright. “We can still watch… we should probably eat too.” He points to the lonely plates on the table.

“True.” You and Charlie agree. You three take a moment to collect yourselves with a few embarrassed laughs here and there before settling back down.

“What’s in the bag, by the way?” You gesture to the backpack under the coffee table as Charlie rewinds the movie back to the beginning. He glances down.

“Snacks.”

“It’s good.” You hum in approval, taking a bite of your food. The three of you enjoy the movie and dinner, later on making those root beer floats paired with the brownies. Charlie had explained to Nick that he was texting Sahar about the Barbie Movie and she told him she went with Imogen. Apparently, Imogen gives the movie a 2/10 because she messed up her outfit at the theaters.

“That’s terrible.” Nick stares at Charlie in shock but it doesn’t last long with the way his lips curve into a smirk, “That’s not her real rating though, is it?”

“Of course not, she loved it.” Charlie laughs.

You’ve been quiet this whole time but suddenly loll your head to face them. Nick already giving you an exasperated look when you got their attention. “Nick. Your new name in my phone is Ken Nelson.”

[outsiders-owen]

I havent said anything in a little while, sorry about that (⁠^—^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

So to answer those questions from a little while back, i don't really have a corporeal form when being a voice, or whatever the equivalent is for others, but when I'm not watching someone, i do have a life and unfortunately, responsibilities.

I can switch who i watch, but its different when i switch to the others in the maze/clearing. They're somewhere completely different, and also a lot of them are pirates. There is another group i interact with that's similar to how i interact with you though, im a whisper there.

I do have to go do something soon though so i gtg

- Sword Voice

That's okay, Sword Voice! Take all the time you need.

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Yeah, it's totally okay if you want to take little breaks! I'm all for those ^-^

Thanks for the input on the question, by the way. It really does seem like you guys all are just like. Completely separate entities, almost? Some of you are ghosts, some of you are voices, some of you are... real people.

That's very interesting.

I wonder why.

[lalalak3]

If I'm lucky I think I'll start listening to wtnv again! And tma-- kinda scared but hey, worth a try-

[elliesguitarstrings]

Just Friends

Masterlist

Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Summary: You and Tom haven’t seen each other since filming Uncharted, and you decide to surprise him at his Jimmy Kimmel interview. Although you’ve always been “just friends,” you can’t help but think there’s something more.

A/N: Hey y’all sorry it’s been a few days since I last posted, I’ve just been super stressed with school and stuff, but I actually really like this fic and I hope you guys like it too!

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst if you squint

WC: 2.4k

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It’s been months since you and Tom last saw each other in person.

While filming Uncharted, the two of you had become extremely close, hanging out in each other’s trailers and spending all of your free time together. In such a short period, you had become best friends, but neither of you could deny the spark of something more. Unfortunately, the two of you never got to explore that spark because of the short time limit. After wrapping, you and Tom went your separate ways, him to Atlanta to film Spiderman 3, and you back to your hometown for a well-deserved break.

That doesn’t mean you two haven’t stayed in contact though. You and Tom have texted and facetimed almost every day since you parted ways, or as much as his busy filming schedule allows. Throughout this time, however, you never seemed to discuss the obvious love connection between you two. Without actually speaking about it, you both seemed to agree that that conversation would be better to have in person.

This bring us to today, where Tom is backstage at Jimmy Kimmel, anxiously waiting for his interview segment of the show. He picks up his phone and decides to text you before he goes on to settle his nerves, wishing you were here to comfort him in person.

T: Are you watching the show yet?

Y: yep I already have my tv turned to abc! are you going on soon?

T: Yeah, I’m so nervous though

Y: why? you’ve been on the show before and you’re like amazing at interviews

T: Idk, Jimmy just said “be ready for a surprise” and he looked really suspicious so I’m scared

T: I just hope they don’t bring like Jennifer Aniston out or something because I would totally freeze and make a fool out of myself

Y: lmao that would be kinda funny tho, but I’m sure you have nothing to worry about

T: Okay we’ll see haha

T: Gtg I’m on in 10, I’ll facetime you after I’m done!

Y: kk, good luck tommy :)

T: Ahh thank you!!

What Tom doesn’t know is that you are ten times more nervous than him. While he’s under the impression that you’re sitting on your living room couch watching the show, you are actually in the dressing room down the hall from him.

Last month, when Tom told you he was going to be on Jimmy Kimmel to promote Cherry, you had the idea to surprise him. You emailed Jimmy not expecting a response, but to your surprise, he actually emailed you back and loved your idea.

So, here you are, waiting backstage and shaking with anticipation to surprise Tom. To be completely honest, you’re even more nervous now that you know Tom is expecting some big star like Jennifer Aniston, who you know has always been his biggest celebrity crush. But nonetheless, you shake off the nerves as best as you can, just hoping everything goes well.

“Please welcome our first guest… Tom Holland everyone!” you hear Jimmy’s voice over the speaker in your dressing room.

Now that Tom is on stage, you can safely leave the room without him seeing you, and you head to the side stage, waiting for your cue.

Tom and Jimmy talk about Cherry for a few minutes, and you can’t help but admire him. His voice, his face, his outfit, everything about him is just perfect. And even better, he’s here in person, closer than he’s been to you in a long time. It takes every ounce of self-control in you to stop yourself from running onstage and hugging him now. ‘Only a minute longer,’ you tell yourself.

“So, other than Cherry, what other upcoming projects are you working on?” Jimmy inquires onstage.

Almost there…

“Well, as most of you know,” Tom addresses the audience, “I’m filming Spiderman 3 right now, which has been going brilliantly. It’s definitely going to be the best one of all the Spiderman movies I’ve done. And I just wrapped on a film called Uncharted a few months ago in Berlin, which was so much fun.”

“Ooh, Uncharted, tell us more about that!"

“Yeah, well it’s based on the video game, and I play the main character, Nathan Drake, who’s on a quest throughout the film. It’s a lot like Spiderman in a way, with all the stunts and stuff, and I think it’s going to turn out great, I can’t wait to see it finished.”

“That sounds like a lot of fun! And if I’m not mistaken, you seem to have met a certain Y/N Y/L/N while filming?”

“Oh, Y/N, yeah, she’s great,” he starts to gush, and you immediately smile, “we became friends super fast, and I miss her so much. I wish she could be here right now, but she’s watching from home actually, so hey Y/N!” he looks directly at the camera and waves, as if he’s waving to you through the screen.

That’s your cue. You tiptoe onstage behind Tom, trying your best to shush the immediate gasps from the audience.

“Well Tom,” Jimmy smiles, “I think your wish may have come true.”

“Huh?” Tom looks around, confused, until his eyes land on you, and he completely freezes.

“Hey Tom,” you smile.

“Y/N! Holy shit! You’re here, you’re actually here!” he exclaims, not caring that he just cursed on live TV.

Tom immediately springs off the couch and sprints to you, arms outstretched. As soon as he reaches you, he picks you up in a tight hug and spins you around, both of you laughing. He sets you down, but still keeps you in a tight embrace, not pulling away until neither of you can breathe. He steps backwards to take you in, still trying to fathom that you’re actually here, with him, after all this time.

“Y/N, wha-, how? I thought you were at your house!” Tom can barely form a sentence, smiling wider than ever and completely out of breath.

“Eh, my house was boring. I thought it would be more fun here with you,” you smile.

He pulls you in again, whispering, “I missed you so fucking much.”

“You have no idea,” you whisper back, resting your forehead on his.

The two of you lock eyes, and for a moment, it’s like you are the only two people in the world. You both start to lean in, lips almost touching, when Jimmy interjects.

“Alright, you two, while that was very sweet, we do still have the rest of the show to get through, so why don’t you come sit down,” Jimmy laughs, bringing you and Tom back to reality.

“Right, of course,” Tom responds, trying his best to keep cool in front of the audience.

Tom ushers you to the couch, keeping one hand on the small of your back as he follows you. He keeps his arm around you when you sit, staying as close to you as possible without raising any more suspicions from the audience.

“So, you two, huh?” Jimmy smirks.

“What? Oh, no, Jimmy, we- we’re just friends,” you laugh trying your best to hide the obvious blush on your cheeks.

“I don’t know, that seemed like a little more than just friend behavior to me over there,”

“What do you expect, I haven’t seen her in half a year!” Tom exclaims, saving you from more embarrassment.

“Okay, okay, fine. Just friends,” he turns to the camera and winks, earning laughs from the audience.

“Anyways Y/N, we already talked about Tom, so tell us about you! How was your experience filming Uncharted?” thankfully, Jimmy moves on.

“Well, up until this point I had only really done small indie films, so it was definitely a major change. But Tom was so nice in helping me and it actually turned out to be such an amazing experience, probably the most fun I’ve ever had filming a movie…”

You go on for a few more minutes, talking to Jimmy about your role in Uncharted and your career in general, exchanging small glances with Tom, who just sat back and listened, completely entranced by you.

“Alright, well thank you so much for coming Y/N, it was great to have you! I’m afraid I have to keep Tom for a few more minutes for our next segment, but you’ll have him all to yourself soon enough,” Jimmy smiles.

You laugh, “Thank you so much for having me Jimmy, it was such a pleasure!”

You stand up and hug both Jimmy and Tom, giving Tom a small peck on the cheek before you walk offstage, waving to the audience as you leave.

You smile all the way back to your dressing room, completely overjoyed that you were successful in surprising Tom. As soon as you sat down on the small couch, not even two minutes after you walked offstage, your phone starts blowing up with notifications.

You see that your best friend texted you, so you check that first.

BFF: so you and tom huh? girl why didn’t you tell me?????

Y: what no???

Y: we’re just friends!!

BFF: that’s not what literally all of twitter thinks

Y: wdym? they don’t know anything

BFF: go check rn, i’m telling you they’re going batshit crazy over you two

You check Twitter and immediately see the fans already going crazy over you and Tom.

“just friends”????? bullshit did y’all see the way they almost KISSED?????

TOM AND Y/N I SHIP I SHIP I SHIP

did y’all see the way tom looked at y/n? he’s totally in love omg

UGH I’M SO JEALOUS AKSDHJSAHDSHD I WANT TO BE Y/N SO BAD

they’re so cute help omg

THE WAY Y/N FLEW OUT TO CALIFORNIA JUST TO SURPRISE TOM??? JUST FRIENDS MY ASS

Were you really being that obvious? You quickly call your friend, looking for some advice on what to do, and she picks up right away.

“Okay you were right, they’re going absolutely insane,” you start.

“I mean what do you expect y’all almost kissed on live tv!”

“Shut up.”

“Come onnnnn Y/N, I know you like him and he obviously likes you too so just talk to him! You already know that you two would be the cutest fucking couple ever. Plus you already have the approval of twitter what more could you need?”

You laugh, but you’re still hesitant.

“I don’t know, what if he doesn’t like me back?

“HE. ALMOST. KISSED. YOU. ON. LIVE. FUCKING. TELEVISON. I THINK HE LIKES YOU BACK BITCH!”

“Okay first of all we didn’t almost kiss, and second of all I don’t want to ruin our friendship. Plus how would I even tell him?”

“Okay YES YOU DID ALMOST KISS! And this isn’t middle school! Just tell him how you feel.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Think about what?”

You whip around and see Tom standing at your dressing room door.

“Fuck I gotta call you back,” you whisper, quickly hanging up the phone.

You turn back to Tom, still standing in the doorway.

“How much of that did you hear?” you ask, blushing profusely.

“Um, all of it I think,” Tom looks down and you immediately start to freak out.

Tom, however, looks back up at you and smirks.

“So you like me huh?”

You stay silent for a moment, a billion thoughts running through your head. You contemplate denying it and staying just friends with Tom. But then you think back to what your best friend told you just a second ago.

“Just tell him how you feel.”

“Yeah Tom. I like you. And not as a friend. This isn’t really the way I intended on telling you, and I get if you don’t feel the same way, but the way I feel about you isn’t just platonic. There’s a connection between us that I felt since the day we met and I can’t help but think that you feel it too. And then today it just got, like, ten times stronger and I-“

Tom promptly cuts you off by cupping your jaw and placing his lips on yours, sending a rush throughout your entire body. His lips feel like heaven, moving ever so gently against yours, and again, it feels like you two are the only people on Earth. The kiss is warm and loving, and although it doesn’t last long, the moment has already been engraved in your mind for eternity.

He pulls back, looking into your eyes, making sure he hasn’t made a mistake, but you only stare back at him ten times more lovingly.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” he whispers.

“Me too,” you whisper back.

He takes your hands in his, “Y/N, I do feel that connection, and I want us to be more than just friends. I always have.”

As much as you are relieved that Tom feels the same way, you can’t help but worry.

“What about the distance? Are you sure we can handle that?”

“Of course we can,” Tom assures you, “I don’t care how far away we are from each other, I love you, and I’m never letting any amount of distance take that away.”

“But these past few months have been so hard without you, and we haven’t even been dating, I just- I don’t want to be apart from you anymore.”

“Then move in with me. Come to London and live with me!”

“Okay,” you grin.

“Wait, really?” Tom questions, taken aback.

“Yeah, why not? I mean, obviously we won’t be able to be together all the time because of our jobs, but it’ll be the closest thing.”

“Are you sure? That’s a big commitment to move that far.”

“I’m positive Tom. You’re my best friend, and now, I guess you’re my boyfriend,” you giggle, “I love you too, and I want to be with you, even if that means moving thousands of miles to London.”

Tom smiles, “You called me your boyfriend.”

“Shut up you dork, come here.”

You pull him in for another kiss, still feeling like you’re floating. Your lips once again move perfectly together, as if they’re made for each other. You’re completely consumed in him, and him in you, and in this moment, you know that he is the only one for you. In this moment, you know that you want to spend the rest of your life with him, and only him, and it’s the best feeling in the world.

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[interact-if]

Umm hi 👉👈 I realized that most of the asks you guys get are about games and rec lists. You guys deserve so much recognition for the work you put in this blog, so I wanted to ask if I can do a little get-to-know-the-mods thing? If that's okay!

1. Besides writing, what are your hobbies?

2. Do you have a niche interest right now?

3. Any fave songs/artists/bands?

4. Any fave movies/tv shows?

5. On a scale of 1-10, how likely would you survive in your wip's world?

You can totally ignore this if you guys want, no pressure. Anyway, much love to all the interact-if mods! You guys are incredible! ❤

We saw this ask and we went 👀 👀 👀 so we’re happy to answer! Thank you so much for the fun ask!

 We also rated our survivability in all of our collective games, since Mars isn't an author! Fun stuff! Spoilers, though: it’s really not looking so great for me (Dani) but that’s fine!!!  😌

1. I’m a photographer as well as a graphic artist (but not like. A painter/drawer kind of artist!) and, on a general level, a maker and a tinkerer!

2. Fountain pens! I only write with ink, and only with fountain pens, and I use bottled inks/converters!

3. I’m pretty eclectic with music, but my top genres are alt rock, indie, indie pop, etc, as well as top 40s and some rap.

4. I feel like this is the hardest one for me to answer? Favorite movies/shows? Avatar: the Last Airbender has been a favorite show of mine since I was a little kid, but I have a harder time thinking of shows I would call a favorite in recent years. There are shows I’ve liked, and a lot of shows I’ve watched. But I’m picky! And demanding! It takes a lot to earn a place in Dani’s Trophy Case of Favorites. 😌 I would say I quite liked A Quite Place (movie), and I liked Us (movie). When it comes to TV shows, I have a hard time being pleased with them if they don’t end well. As a result, I have a penchant for a good limited series/miniseries (because they’re stories that have an end in mind and the plot reflects that, dagnabbit).

5. Heh. Okay.

In The Goodfellows? I think I stand I chance. I can exercise my sparkling wit and lovable personality to the best effect. I’m gonna give myself an 8/10 survivability rating. Even if I don’t have the right skills, I can go crying to the person who does and they’ll save me. Maybe.

In Creatures’ Cradle? I’m super $**!%d. 😌 1/10 survivability rating. And that 1 is me being nice to myself. The day the apocalypse breaks out I would probably be patient 0. I am self-aware. I would not do well in an apocalypse. Zombies care not for aforementioned sparkling wit and lovable personality, and I have all the muscle of a boiled spaghetti noodle. So it’s a no go.

Greater Than Gods (Cruz): Well. I’m going to be optimistic. And say that I have the wisdom not to do things I shouldn’t do and not to rock boats I shouldn’t rock. I’m going to give myself a 7/10 based on insider information, but also based on reckless optimism!

Vardir (Cruz): Cruz says this is a lighthearted game, so 10/10 LOL.

When it Hungers (Roast): I’m giving myself a nice, mediocre 5/10. I think I could put my mind to work here; I joke that I’m the village idiot, but I’m actually pretty smart! Unfortunately, I’m also curious, and maybe a little bad with authorities who won’t answer my questions. So I knocked off a lot of points due to the fact that I’d probably poke the metaphorical bear. So it’s a real coin flip as to whether I’d really make it or not.

Orthall Bay (Nines): Considering the genre is “horror” and the game intro includes the words “monster” and “maim,” I’m giving myself a whooping, enthusiastic 3/10. Yes, folks, I am that confident in myself! Once again, I can’t charm the socks off a monster (or can I?), so one of my greatest weapons is snatched from beneath my feet. Alas!

1. Beloved I’m a college student in the middle of a pandemic... i can hardly even write LOL i do draw at times which u can see in my personal blog (nothing too good really) and i used to do karate before things went to shit <3

2. Nothing niche I believe? All I do is leave Netflix as bg noise every day n play popular videgames (genshin)

3. Porter Robinson <3 I love Bea Miller a lot as well but lately I’ve been feeling Porter a lot

4. The Good Place <3

5. My WIPs:

Greater than Gods: Highly situational, the world GtG is set in is as broad as the real world LOL so I don’t have an universal answer. But keeping it vague, and knowing my own personality, I feel like 5/10. depends on my luck.

Vardir: 10/10 no one dies in Vikgade, unless you’re a hunter but I wouldn’t be a hunter <3

Others’ WIPs

I'm gonna give myself a solid 5/10 in all other WIPs because y'all aren't writing lighthearted stories either. I feel like as long as I avoid the role of the MC I will be mostly fine. I hope. But as Dani said I'm also prone to fight the wrong person and dig my own grave so 😌

1. Well, writing is a very, very, very, distant hobby since Words Hard, but I like to crochet and sculpt a little! Anything to do with fiddling with my hands and I’m good to go. And like, debatable but graphic design is my passion [insert clown emoji here since Tumblr said No]

2. Oh yeah a bunch! DnD yelling at people, thinking of arson, crocheting, rock climbing and simply vibing. I got into podcasts a few years ago and I’m always looking for more recs, so if you have some, hmu 😤

3. Pls,,,,my music taste is,,,so weird do not let me expose myself with lack of consistency but uhh. Current songs that are stuck in my head include; Cult of Dionysus , Achilles Come Down and The Last Shanty  

4. If you’ve ever spoken to me before, I probably yelled about Pacific Rim to you or at you. Plus I love all The Mummy films and really enjoyed Castlevania (s3 excluded, we do not perceive that) as well! 

5. Ah, mod survival simulator pt. 3

Alright, let’s go!  I don’t have a WIP because again, words hard, but like, considering how feral I am when not tryna seem professional hm... 

The Goodfellows: I wanna say a solid 7/10 because I’d hardcore vibe with the Traveler and probably instigate so much nonsense. I can also bribe with blueberry cake so maybe. 

Creature’s Cradle: maybe a 4/10 and only because of pure spite keeping me alive long enough to smack someone. I’ve prepared for hypothetical  zombie apolcapyses and I won’t hesitate to bap, but will be bapped back because I’m weak as hell. 

Greater Than Gods: a toss up between 2/10 and 7/10! I can vibe and be chill but I also have terrible impulse control so... 

Vardir: hm....I think pretty good survival rates all around? If you ask me to fight then like, okay sure, your knees are mine. So maybe a 8/10? 

When it Hungers: .......8/10 just because I’d refuse to die if I can be a cool creature. Living for the aesthetic can and will drag me outta hell. But I’m also clumsy as hell so I’d probably crash as a porcelain or hold a rooster and perish (aka, real rating is a good 3/10) 

Orthall Bay: 2/10, nope. Nope I’d be taken out in a heartbeat. Monsters can go pspsps and I’d head straight into the dark creepy forest like a fool if someone comes @ me. Half the time I’ll just assume it’s sfx makeup and vibe until it’s too late. 

god, never put me in a universe where I cannot squawk like a bird and throw pebbles from a window. Oof

Anon, you're so sweet! I give you a forehead smoomch <333 As for your questions...

1. If I'm not writing, I'm usually watching video essays on Youtube. My go-to channels as of right now is Disrupt and Aperture! I just really like their videos. Aside from that, I recently got into podcasts. Currently going through Hello From The Hallowoods and Shelter and Warning, which are made by queer creators!

2. Oh oof, there's quite a bit so I'm just gonna put down one thing. For some reason, I really got into collecting tiny astronaut things? I recently bought this astronaut desk light, and I've got a package coming in for the miniatures I ordered. No purpose for them other than I think they're neat <3

3. I'm a bit private with my music taste (even tho I have Spotify connected on Discord lmao), but there's 5 songs that I'm currently obsessed with. I keep replaying them over and over again. Just squeezing all the serotonin I could get outta them.

4. I can't really say I have a fave TV show or movie because I can't really just pick one, but my current fave is 9-1-1 and Resident Alien. 9-1-1 because I just really love the found-family dynamics and how the show tackles sensitive topics, and Resident Alien because it's lighthearted comedy. My all-time fave movie is Flipped! I have the book too and I like rereading from time to time <3

5. You're in for a doozy, anon, because we're rating each other's games <333

The Goodfellows: 7/10

Listen. Shenanigans with the Traveler. I would get up to so many of them and that is what'll get me possibly bodied, not the actual environment itself <3

Greater than Gods: 7/10

I like to think I have enough common sense to uhhh not recklessly flip stones that should not be flipped <3 I'm a cautious and skeptic person irl so I think I'll hold up well? Then again, it's a vast environment change and while I can adapt pretty quick, I wouldn't like the lack of control in the unknown.

Vardir: 10/10

Going off what Cruz said, Vardir is lighthearted and focused on personal growth so I think I'll be okay! Self-growth here I come, babey!

Creatures' Cradle: 8/10

Maybe I'm overestimating myself, but I think I'll be able to survive in a supernatural post-apocalyptic world! Ah, but it depends on the motivation though. I like the idea of rebuilding communities and eventually societies, but the survival turmoil would be a constant battle I'd have to overcome. If we're talking survival itself though, I think I'll do well.

When it Hungers: 8/10

That's probably my wishful thinking but I think I'll be fine. Maybe. Possibly. Don't like the idea of being regulated by an organization so if I was a non-human creature that could pose a problem but I can roll with it <3

Orthall Bay: 6/10

Assuming I'm not playing as MC, my chances of survival uhhh changes quite drastically. Not enough to guarantee an untimely demise, but certainly enough that it would constantly keep me on my toes. I think that's the safest answer I can get without spoiling anything lmao

Thank you so much for asking! It's super sweet of you <3

1. Too many :'D I knit, I sew, I do carpentry (well, learning), I bake, I'm hammering away at HTML and CSS, my job kind of encourages learning new things and I take that to picking up new hobbies!

2. My time is kind of consumed with school work and work work and WIP work so not a lot of time to pursue niche interests right now. I've been watching a lot of horror game playthroughs, true crime youtubers, and an adorable show on Netflix called the Repair Shop <3

3. My taste in music is "what am I vibing with atm?" I've been listening to a lot of 80's music atm (don't @ me), but also Lo Fang and Kaleo, and whatever spotify recommends me on my discover weekly which is usually complete chaos.

4. I love the Mummy even though it hasn't aged 100% well (I'm a librarian, of course it's one of my gotos LOL), Legally Blonde, Leverage, Jumanji (the original), I'm....very bad at having recent tastes... and very bad at remembering my favorites when asked.

5.

The Goodfellows: I'm a creature of comfort, 5/10 if I can just luxuriate in town and not actually interact with the story sfjkdbsdkf

Creature’s Cradle: I'd like to think I have a 50/50 shot XD 5/10, I want to think I'd be decent at a zombie apocalypse but ultimately would suffer an early fate.

Greater Than Gods: 10/10 if I'm just vibing, less so if I'm involved in the actual story XD

Vardir: I'd still suffer without technology but I can also knit for a living in this world so I'm down 8/10

When it Hungers: I feel like I could vibe here, there's tech if dated, hot showers, telephones are around by now... might still get bored. 7/10 though it'd be cool to be another creature....I should make a 'what creature of snv are you' quiz!

Orthall Bay: 7/10 idk I feel like after the first monster of the week I'd just skip town XDDDD I'm the worst protagonist, I see danger I just leave.

[transmasc-wizard]

NICO. SINCE YOU ARE AN UNEDUCATED DUMBASS (AFFECTIONATE - FOR NOW) I NEED TO TELL U ABOUT MY FAVE BAND GLASS ANIMALS.

so they debuted in 2010, and released their first album in 2014, ZABA. Unfortunately I haven't listened to this album as much as I have listened to the other albums because it's quite slow and flowy, which isn't my style mostly. My top song in this album though is "gooey" of which lyrics reflect the title very well. the song is about naivety and when you're listening seems to have a spacey, somewhat pleasantly sticky vibe to it (if that makes sense - you need to listen to the song yourself)

NOW THE NEXT ALBUM OH SHIT (it's worth noting they have like 3 albums and some EPs)

ok ok this is like my favourite album of ALL TIME. It's called how to be a human being, or HTBAHB. There's 11 songs, and on the album cover there are 11 people - so basically, each person has a song that corresponds to the person and life of the person (rambling a bit here). Now, i believe that each song represents a part of life, for example, “The other side of paradise” deals with abandonment and a feeling of loss in your life, being betrayed and lied to (in my own interpretation) and “season 2 episode 3” is about being unmotivated. The first song in the album is called “life itself” which listen to btw - is kinda like a summary of of the album. Listen yourself and see if u wanna~ soosoosoosoo what was i saying- anyway yeah i might remember later ill edit it… NEXT ALBUM LATER BECAUSE I GTG BUT TRUST ME I HAVE A LOT TO SAY

this is. a lot. and i am too tired to coherently respond so "ok i will listen" is my response

[hetacon]

Prom Queen: Chapter 4

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Word Count: 1,800

Pairings: Endgame Prinxiety, Platonic LAMP, more could be included at a later point

Warning: Swearing, small food mention, let me know if there’s anything I missed!

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Summary: “Hey Virgil, tell us about yourself, yeah?” one of the girls asked, the guy she was just talking with fixing his gaze on to Virgil too.

(Make sure to read all the way to the end if you want my thoughts so far! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist for this story, my art, or writing! Enjoy the chapter!)

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Virgil started to spend more time with the popular kids after they got back to school, something he never thought would be happening. They were gossipy and didn’t really appeal to Virgil as overall people but Roman was their friend so he started to get to know them for the sake of his best friend. He didn’t even really know them honestly, they almost never talked about themselves or their interests or anything in terms of personal information, the conversations almost consistently focused on the drama going around the school that day. There was something new every time they went over. For a solid month, he and Roman would go chat for a minute or two before going off to find Patton and Logan.

That was actually what they were just doing that day when one of Roman’s friends got Virgil’s attention.

“Hey Virgil, tell us about yourself, yeah?” one of the girls asked, the guy she was just talking with fixing his gaze on to Virgil too.

Virgil looked over to Madison if he remembered correctly, trying to hide most of his shock at the fact that she even addressed him. Not many of Roman’s friends acknowledged him much when they would go over but Virgil guessed they’d taken some interest in him. He had been coming over with Roman for quite a good while now, it figures they’d notice his presence at some point. He had to respond quick though, this chance couldn’t go to waste. “Uh, ok, what do you want to know?”

“What kind of music do you listen to?” Well, an odd question to start off with.

Virgil shrugged a bit. “Eh, just what everyone else listens to, you know? Not really anything in particular. It’s not like I really look for songs to listen to by anyone specific.”

Roman nudged him with a snort. “Since when has this ever been the case? If there’s one thing I know about you, it’s that you’re emo through and through,” he said, a certain fondness to his look. Virgil bumped his shoulder with a laugh back, fixing him with a playful glare.

“And what if I can like things that you don’t expect of me, huh?” Virgil asked with a slight tease. Roman simply raised an eyebrow but shrugged, letting the argument go without much more of a struggle. Roman wasn’t wrong though, he still listened to everything that he had before, none of it had changed despite what he said. Definitely none of what people usually listened to. He was never one to follow trends with music or otherwise and Roman unfortunately knew that.

“Do you do anything interesting?” one of the people joining the conversation asked.

“Things here and there, not exactly much. School is a drag, takes up way too much of my time to actually let me focus on anything even remotely interesting,” Virgil said calmly, trying to look casual. He hoped it was working, he felt like a nervous wreck. With a few laughs and a “Fuck yeah it is!” he mustered up the courage to add in, “I draw if that counts for anything.”

“Oh yeah? Mind if we take a look?”

Virgil nodded and rummaged through his bag, finding a leather bound book. This one happened to be his more serious one, he had another that was far more personal stashed away. Only Roman, Patton, and Logan ever saw that one, and not even in its full entirety. The personal one had gotten a lot more use than the one currently in his hands. Virgil slid the book over the table and he watched as it was opened to a page of really messy scribbles in the shape of a distraught person’s face. He’d remembered drawing that one, he was in the middle of history sophomore year having a panic attack but was too nervous to ask to step outside.

“Woah, this is cool man,” Tyler said as he looked over it, others nodding in agreement. They proceeded to flip through the pages for a bit while they took turns asking him more questions.

With so much talk, Virgil noticed Roman jump up suddenly, tugging at Virgil’s sleeve frantically. “Pat and Specs!” he explained before packing up his things frantically. “So sorry guys, I need to talk to them before we have to go to class! I’ll catch up with you tomorrow!” he shouted out as he started speed walking, Virgil in tow. Virgil barely managed to collect up his stuff before he was at Roman’s side, seeing the slightest crease between Roman’s eyebrows. As relieved as Virgil was to be away from all of the questions and potential judgement, he noticed Roman was in a big rush. He couldn’t really place why.

“Hey, you uh.. You ok? What’s up?” Virgil asked, relieved as Roman slowed down a little as they turned a corner.

“I just want to get to Pat and Specs, they’re our friends you know?” Roman asked with a bit of an edge before sighing. “Sorry, I just didn’t expect you to uh.. Hit it off so much with them, I usually just say a quick hello really,” he explained.

“Really? You think so?” Virgil really hoped he was impressing the popular kids, they were Roman’s friends after all. If he was having luck with them, he wasn’t going to lose Roman that easily. He couldn’t possibly do that, not when he’d already put so much at risk.

“Yeah but anyone who doesn’t like you how you are is insane,” Roman said lowly. Virgil thought he saw Roman’s jaw clench for a second but he quickly looked ahead of them as Roman glanced over.

Virgil was tackled in a hug by Patton, causing him to smile as he hugged back. He didn’t smile for long though as the bell rang, causing Roman to sigh. He looked over, laughing a little awkwardly. “Ha, sorry Ro, didn’t mean to make us so late.”

Roman shrugged. “It’s ok, just means we’ll have to get here as soon as possible tomorrow!” With that, he and Logan started to talk as they headed to class together.

Virgil watched as Roman walked away from him and Patton and he frowned slightly before Patton was nudging his shoulder and nodding his head to the direction of their classes.

Virgil nodded back and started walking, burying his hands deep into his pockets. He really wished he had his usual hoodie to pull over his head and hide from the world. His bangs would have to do, giving him a good look at the sickeningly sweet pink he’d decided on a month prior. Who let him do that again?

“Hey, you ok?” Patton asked, silently offering Virgil a cookie. Snickerdoodle today, Virgil would’ve usually loved it.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Virgil told him. “I’m not hungry, thanks though.”

Patton looked at him with a worried look for a second before sighing, taking a bite of the cookie himself. “Alright Virge, if you say so. Who knows, maybe some rest is all you need, make sure you go easy on yourself!”

Virgil agreed, looking ahead of them.

He went home that day and went through the motions in a haze, glad when he finally got out of his disgustingly bright outfit. He stared blankly at the wall when he got a text from Roman.

“Hey, sorry I was so tense where we left things off.. I promise you didn’t do anything, that was all me.”

“What was up with that?” Virgil texted back.

Roman’s response took a minute before it popped up on Virgil’s screen. “I don’t know, I just didn’t expect them to really take such an interest in you. They can be a bit... Stuffy. Like, all the time, I much prefer hanging out with you, Pat, and Specs.”

“I mean, they’re your friends right? They asked me questions, I answered.”

“Yeah, that’s true. Some of your answers surprised me though lol, you are truly a dark and stormy knight after all!”

“Hey, I’m allowed to expand my tastes, aren’t I? You got me into some of your dumb musicals after all.”

“They are not dumb, take that back you jerk!”

Virgil snorted, hugging his pillow to his chest as he typed out another message. “Oh yeah? Make me, you pompous thespian drama queen.”

“I just might!”

Before Virgil could respond, Roman shot him a quick text reading “Shit, GTG, I need to run a few scenes before I sleep! Until tomorrow~!”

“Go chase your dreams of ‘professional make believe’ as Logan would say, night.”

As an afterthought, Virgil tacked on a red heart before blushing harshly, cursing into his hands. He really did that, no taking that one back now was there?

Either way, check in time. Roman was still his friend, they just had a normal conversation like two human beings ought to be able to have. While he seemed a little off-put by some of the changes Virgil was talking about, he didn’t seem to take it as a serious offense so a plus there. The clothes were horrible, Virgil still hated his hair, but he was doing this for Roman so he’d suck it up. Roman’s friends were starting to like him, they liked his art so that was good. Luckily they latched on to something he couldn’t lie about.

Just as Virgil was about to go to bed, another notification popped up on his phone, this time from an unknown number. Virgil stared at it for moment, his brow furrowed. He opened it though and read it.

“Hey Virgil, this is Madison! Got ur number from Roman’s phone lol, hope u don’t mind sweetie!”

Well, he kind of did mind but putting that aside-

“Hi, did you need anything?”

“Not rn but I might! Just wanted to have ur number just in case. Anyways, I’m going to bed, see u tomorrow!”

Virgil nodded to himself before he got one more text.

“BTW loveeeee ur artwork, keep up the good work bby!”

This was certainly... Bizarre. He didn’t expect to ever have the number of a popular girl in his phone but he never knew high school would be this insane. He’d survive this though, for Roman if nothing else. And if not, he just might lose Roman forever and never be able to forget about it for as long as he lives! Ok, breathe Virgil, breathe...

Things would work out, Virgil was going to make sure they did or die trying. Nobody, Roman included, could think to stop him now.

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More Prom Queen content huh? Anyways hey hey hey guys! How’d you like the newest chapter?

To be honest, I’m not sure how to feel about this one. I feel like all of my writings sound like they’re in an echo chamber. Like as if the events are completely isolated and don’t fit into an expansive narrative and existence. I have no idea if that makes a bit of sense, it might just be my depression tbh? It’s been kicking my butt more than usual.

But Virgil is finally getting noticed by the popular kids, woohoo! This obviously can’t go wrong! We shall see what Virgil will be getting up to with time!

As always, feel free to leave comments or send me asks and whatnot if you want to talk with me about the story! I’d love to hear from you guys!

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[akadrea]

Haikyu boys dating a badminton player

Note: Alright! This is my first headcanon and I really do hope that you guys like it. I haven’t experienced an official badminton match yet. 

Weeell- Okay, I did but only once at school and that was once before the pandemic and we unfortunately lost... So I just assumed that there would be teammates because of the duos and also because of the varsity players here.😅 N e ways! Hope you guys enjoy it!

Warnings: Small spoilers for Season 4

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Hinata and Tsukishima

Hinata Shoyo

-Let me tell you this... He’ll be there at every game of yours. Even when he has practice. 

- He’ll even skip school.

-No surprises there since this boke literally went in Shiratorizawa uninvited.. two times.

-He’ll be at the stands, shouting words of encouragement and support.

-” KICK THEIR BUTTS Y/N!”

-” YOU CAN DO IT!”

-Every time he shouts, you always blush out of embarrassment but it’ll soon be replaced with determination. 

-But if there’s a rally or when you are about to serve. Shoyo will be silent, this tangerine is scared that he might break your concentration when he is just trying to support you.

-If you do a smash, he’ll be screaming at the top of his lungs.

-“NICE KILL!”

-After the game, he’ll be running down from the stands and up to you.

-” Y/N!!!!!”

-But you side-stepped away from him. Poor Shoyo

-” Shou, I’m sweaty and filthy. You could cuddle me after I take a shower,” you said with an amused smile. 

-But this small tangerine will pout exclusively. 

-You sweatdrop but didn’t give in. 

-A few minutes later he’ll end up getting scolded by you ‘cause he almost went in the girl’s locker room.

-He wasn’t doing it on purpose though! He was just mindlessly following you and your team.

-He apologizes profusely to everyone, even to the coach.

-Hinata will sit on a bench, playing with his fingers while an embarrassed expression was plastered on his face.

-When you walked out, you first saw him, and seeing he’s still embarrassed made you smile, amused. Giggling softly you called out to him.

-” Shou, I’m done! Let’s go~”  

-Still embarrassed, he’ll avoid looking at you but will shyly link his pinky fingers with you.

-” You did great out there,” he mumbles. 

-You thanked him and kissed his cheeks. Making him blush red that’s darker than Nekoma’s jacket.

-Your coach allowed him to join lunch and even pay for his meal.

-” He might’ve skipped school. But without him, we would lose the motivation to win, specifically his girlfriend,” they said while eyeing you with a smirk.

-And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the day where they’ve discovered their secret weapon. 

-Of course, you blushed and grinned nervously, thinking that you might also get in trouble with Shoyo’s ditching classes.

-When the food was served, Shoyo will grab everything for you.

-” I’ll do it. You should rest, Y/n.”

-While eating with the team, he’ll ramble to everyone how great you did out there. Your team doesn’t mind but they did send you some teasing glances.

-Shoyo would also suggest the nutrients an athlete needs, especially to you. In courtesy to Coach Ukai.

-Although, when he got to school the next day. Daichi scolded him and made him run 10 laps inside the gym while the team practiced.

-In the end, you’ll also try to be there at every game of his. Unlike him, you’ll ask permission if you could skip school for a day or two. Sometimes you will even try to skip practice if you feel that you won’t make it.😽

Tsukishima Kei

-If you feel nervous before the day of the game. He’ll be giving you his headphones, with him saying “You’re fidgeting is starting to get annoying.”

-He’ll also help you do your homework if only you can’t concentrate. He would throw a snarky remark here and there but it’s enough to make you forget about the game and have playful banter with him. 

-This beanpole might not be able to say it out loud but his actions are enough for you to know that he’s wishing you good luck. Softie💗

-When the day arrives, you’ll be really nervous to the point that you stayed silent while your teammates talked to one another.

-If Kei can’t watch your game, he’ll text you.

- “Try not to get your ass kicked”

-When you read his text, there will be an irked mark present on your face.

-” Shuddup and thank you. <3″

-” What? Are you officially going crazy”

-” Isn’t that a “good luck and try to win this game” sentence but in your own language?”

-” I’ll leave it to your own imagination. Gtg, class is about to start.”

-An irked mark is still present on your face but you feel your nerves going down. Knowing that your boyfriend is still there supporting you.

-When you guys got to the place, you texted Kei that you guys have arrived.

-But he left you on seen. You ignored it though, thinking he was still in class

-When you girls are waiting nervously. Already changed in your Jerseys. You heard your phone notify.

-Realizing it was a text message, you opened it. You were really nervous but all of it went away. It was now replaced with determination.

-” Good luck, me and the Yamaguchi might not be able to watch. But we will be here waiting.”

-You then hid your phone in your bag when you found out the previous match was about to end. 

-When your match started, everyone was stunned especially your team and coach. Even at the next match! You were playing with fire! 🔥

-As soon as the games were over and Karasuno, badminton girls duos, won. Everyone was cheering.

-When your bus arrives at the school courtyard. You saw your friend and boyfriend waiting.

-Deciding to mess with them. You tell the team about your plan, while they giggled and agreed, the coach just sighed. 

- You untied your hair and let it fall in front of your face and tried to put a solemn aura. Stepping out of the bus first, you walked towards them silently, and when you reached them. They noticed immediately.

-Both he and Yamaguchi look at you with worry and concern. 

-It was silent but Tsuki was the first to break it.

-” Did you...loose?” he asked hesitantly. Unsure if what he is doing is right.

-Seeing the team walking past you three. You let out a giggle.

-Both boys looked at you like you’ve grown two heads. Feeling their stares you mumbled a “No,” and proceeded to lift your head, a teasing smile already plastered on your face.

-” We won.” You’ll simply say with a big grin making them sigh in relief. While Yamaguchi just smiled and congratulated you.

-Tsuki, who’s silent for a while, walked a little bit closer to you and flicked your forehead.

-” Ow! What was that for?!” you asked while rubbing the spot he just hit and glared at him.

-He rolls his eyes and his next action surprises you, he pulled you in a hug. 

-Kissing the spot he hit he mumbled, “Good work today. I’m proud of you.”

[cacti-are-like-flamingos]

Texted Love

Henry Cavill x Fem!Reader

Part 3

Central Masterlist | Texted Love

"Please welcome back... Henry Cavill!" Graham announced, watching as the tall and burly man walked onto the stage wearing a black on black suit, the first two buttons of the collared shirt left undone, revealing a bit of his strong collar bone and unruly chest hairs. Going over to him, the two men hugged each other, muttering soft and polite greetings before pulling away, heading towards their respective seatings. Norton in his black cushioned bucket chair and Henry along side the other guest stars on the strangely shaped red couch.

The interview started as like the many others before, with questions about the guest stars participation in the latest new series or social events or just some funny things that were rumored to have been done or said by the guest. Already a handful amount of minutes had gone by, the show was due to end in about 30 more when the talkshow host decided to bring back up the subject about Henry and the lovely (Y/n).

"So Henry, have you got an update for us?" Henry furrowed his brows in confusion, not truly understanding what the older male was trying to imply. It took him a moment or two to finally understand. No one would know, except himself of course, that the smile that arose to his lips wasn't because it was a funny situation or because he was shy about it. No, it was because he had instantly pictured you in his head, the thought of you causing a bubbling warmth to flood his stomach.

"Ah yes...What would you like to know?" Henry asked, a fond look in his eyes.

"Have you guys been talking?" The actor nodded making the host squeal out of joy; fangirling. The action causing many chuckles. "Ooo, do tell." The host spoke.

"Oh, uhh, well we've been nonstop talking with eachother since," he chuckled under his breath, the veins in his neck seemed to become more visible due to it," she told me to 'hit her up'," his said, air quoting the phrase with both his hands index and middle fingers," on instragam."

"Have the two of you met yet?" A guest star asked.

"No, we haven't unfortunately. Her schedule and mine contradict a lot. So we make due with a lot, and I mean, A LOT of texting and face timing."

"That's good, great way of communicating despite circumstances. Tell us, have you learned something new about (y/n)? Like any weird habits?"

An instance quickly popped up in his mind, a chesire grin on Henry's face.

"Actually yeah. Here's the thing, (y/n) likes to send me strange things at like the most ungodliest of hours." The audience laughed, huge beaming grins on their faces. Graham sent the male a hesistant look, anxious of what was to come one could say.

"What-hahaha. What do you mean? What has she sent you?" Shifting about his seat, the raven haired male wet his lips, a smirk coming about them.

"Hehehe. She, for some reason, likes to send me a lot of gifs of those, uhhh, I don't know what they're called. Uhh, it's like a tomato from a kids show. And like it has a confused face."

"What the fuck...?" Another guest star quietly muttered under their breath, but loud enough for the microphone and the people on stage to catch. Henry tried to surpress another wave of laughter as he continued to elaborate more on the bizarre subject.

"Yeah, so she'd send them at like 5 in the bloody mornin', which is actually her midnight back in the states."

"Is-" Graham cleared his throat, eyes twinkling in amusement, "Forgive my bluntness, but is she drunk at that time? Does she drink by then?" A whole roar of laughter and claps erupted from the audience and stage. Shaking his head, soft black curls fell upon his glistening forehead, his smirk widening.

Henry quickly added, "Actually, I've asked her that question like once but she said that even she's surprised she isn't drunk."

"And does she do it like every day?"

"Soemtimes its back to back. But then it stops for a while and then starts up again."

...

Instagram 11:50 pm

(U/n): (henrycavill): You just had to out me to the world didn't you? 😒

(henrycavill): (U/n): What? It was funny

(U/n): (henrycavill): smh

(U/n): Wonder what else you gonna spill about me

(henrycavill): (U/n): oh i don't know...maybe your obsession with Star Wars fanfiction? Figure that'll catch the media's attention quite nicely won't it?

(U/n): (henrycavill): 😧

(U/n): (henrycavill): Wow. We really going there. Okay, okay.

(U/n): (henrycavill): Pay attention to my next interview. I think you'll find something of great interest.

(henrycavill): (U/n): Oh? What is it?

(U/n): (henrycavill): Not gonna say. But I'll give you a hint.

(henrycavill): (U/n): Ooo a hint

(U/n): (henrycavill): I hear your sarcasm so freakin loud rn. When we meet imma slap you hard core

(henrycavill): (U/n): As if you could reach

(U/n): (henrycavill): Psst I don't even gotta reach. All i gotta do is grab you by the tie and pull you down to my level.

(henrycavill): (U/n): oh? how kinky of you

(U/n): (henrycavill): darling that's vanilla compared to my other kinks ;)

(henrycavill): (U/n): And just what are your other kinks? 😏

(U/n): (henrycavill): Bondage~

(henrycavill): (U/n): Really now? You like to be tied down and called a good girl? 😏

(U/n): (henrycavill): Nope. I like to tie you down and make you beg for me to call you a good boy. 😏

(henrycavill) still typing...

(U/n): (henrycavill): Gtg see ya babe! Remember watch my interview! Bye💕

...

"I literally cannot believe you actually just said that to him." Terry stated, eyes wide and glassy as he took yet another swig of his liquor. A pink blush flourishing a the apples of his freckled cheeks. Laying beisde his seated body, you buried yourself deeper into the velvetness of your fuzzy blankets, a content smile on your glossed lips. A bottle of vodka in your hand.

"Me neither. Future me will most likely either regret it or be proud of me? Question mark." You said, your eyes still glued onto the tv. Ah, Reid found another body.

"What do you think his reply is?" You shrugged.

"I dom't really care man. Actually I do care but I want to ignore my anxiety for as long as I can so Imma act like I don't care."

"But you do care right?" You briefly looked his way.

"...Yes."

"Do you like him?" You drank.

"If I say it, it becomes more real. So I'm just gonna ignore that question."

"But you do. What's so wrong about liking a person?"

"Are you gonna drink that or am I going to have to drink it for you?"

...

His mind didn't know how to react to her text. But his body did. Almost instantly did a sudden discomfort form within his pants, a tightness. His whole body felt as though it was near a furnace, his cheeks warm and pink. His imagination was running wild. He could see so many fantasies, all runnung parallel to each other. Each equally pleasurable.

You really were a minx.

He continue to try and formulate some kind of phonetic response to your message, but to no avail. Ten minutes had gone by when all of a sudden his phone's screen lighted up, illuminating his face in the room filled with pure darkness.

Instagram 12:00 am

(U/n): (henrycavill): his name is Bob the Tomato from Veggie Tales. Night 🌙💕

"Yep. She's a keeper." Henry muttered, a small smile on his lips as he put his phone away to sleep at last.

Wait she never gave the hint? Oh well. It'll just have to be a surprise then.

...

"You really had to send him that?" "Shut up and drink up your vodka." "Is that a threat?" "Fine. Give here then!" "No, no, no, no, no, no! Sorry! Sorry! Look! Morgan's on the screen!"

...

(A/N): This could've gone so many different and not so innocent ways but I'm a crackhead so...!

Wished 🌟 @nothernlights19

Hope you enjoyed!

[peculiar-shardscape]

i mean,, little headcanons from that au,, if you want

Ohhhh stars it’s been such a very long time since I delved into this AU…. Ever since tcoop fell, my love for the AU kind of did too. I have been intending on revamping it though, so I’ll throw some random stuff in (including aftermath bc im yes)

-Aaron fucking killed Octave, Lanter and Wiscara thus nobody has any respect for him at all

-Lanter and Wiscara died to sacrifice themself for Dusekkar and Aristris but Octave? Nobody really understood why the hell he was killed! He just was! True fact, Octave knew Aaron many years ago and they used to be really close friends back then. Unfortunately Aaron did fucked up shit which caused them to part their own ways and then Octave noticed Aaron acting up and tried to make him refrain from doing anything stupid (which obviously didn’t work)

-Dusekkar and 1x had incredibly close background with Aaron and they considered each other as close siblings. Eventually Dusekkar abandoned the others because of their “impurity” and shit so Dusekkar lost all respect since

-Impurity shit. Aaron is half narrator half god. Naryx was half narrator half god too but some bitchass motherfucker glitched the shit out of him. 1x was a void entity but he had Afterlife (species of my own) blood and shit. I’ll elaborate on those another day

-Rozanda and Aristris almost dies at some point!

-Wiscara and Aristris’ parents were killed by Aaron but they never knew this until Dusekkar had the audacity to tell Wiscara while her brother was in the middle of mentally fuckin dying

-Antagon is only 10 but Aaron decided ch!ld @b^se was necessary

Some aftermath/misc shit)

-Aaron’s bisexual. He did get a girlfriend at one point but in the end he ends up dating some dude (which is actually an oc of a friend of mine)

-Said girlfriend was secretly his arch nemesis but he never knew that because bitch was in disguise and really didn’t know what the fuck to do because he just suddenly started flirting with her and she was just ‘_’

-Said girlfriend (x2) is an ice goddess who kinda fucked Aaron’s life over at one point and also nearly killed his little twin bro and Aaron never forgave her ever. But since he never recognised her during her disguise, he ended up really liking her until he found out it was his nemesis and then threw her into a room full of fire and shit. She’s not doing great but she kind of deserved it

-Aaron’s twin brother Naryx is transed gener. Aaron never ever mentions his brother because he already assumed Naryx was fucking dead but fun fact, he was simply just thrown half way across a random dimension he was trapped in and found a way to come back

-Naryx only appears after the event happened after Aaron fucking died and he was just like “oh ok he’ll come back later anyway” and it honestly scared the shit out of everyone

-okay enough of this motherfucker, in the end, Tess and 1x become separate beings and 1x decided he’ll be decent for once. Aaron had an immortality orb which gave him all this sick ass powers and shit and well uh 1x was the one who gave it to him and so once he wrecked Aaron’s ass, he felt regret for what he did and decided to be a better person

-Tess becomes a doctor :]

-Tess also does weird fucked up spell things and gets possessed by some creature curse thing whatever which feeds on pain and that never went well

Holy SHIT this was a lot but anyways i would add on but i gtg to class asap so yeah adios

[backdeck-potato-novelist]

I Get The Feeling That I’m Right Where I Belong

Chapter 2: Know That I Am Home

AO3

Previous/Beginning, Next

Of course, that was as far as the rest of Paris knew. The moment they all settled back into their spots, for all the world looking like your average teenagers, they pulled out their phones and checked in. It wasn’t like anything worthwhile would even have time to happen before school ended.

Bugaboo: So…

Bugaboo: Movie night tonight? My place at 6?

DarknessAndChaos: I’ll bring the popcorn

RealFox: Duh!! Soda

RealFox: Also, I’m literally sitting right next to you

Ssssnake: I got extra blankets

Turtlurtlurtle: Wait no

Turtlurtlurtle: Blankets are my thing

Turtlurtlurtle: My whole deal is blankets

Queenie: He attack

Queenie: He protec

Queenie: But most importantly

Queenie: He lose his blankets to a snek

RealFox: It’s okay babe

DarknessAndChaos laughed at “He lose his blankets to a snek”

RealFox: You can bring blankets too

Bugaboo: More blankets are always better

Turtlurtlurtle laughed at “He lose his blankets to a snek”

Turtlurtlurtle: Big mood Queenie

Ssssnake emphasized “More blankets are always better”

Queenie: I got pillows

TheDragon: Does Bustier just not care???

Queenie: Nope

Bugaboo: Technically yes, but like???

DarknessAndChaos: At one point in the very distant past

RealFox: Are you sure she ever did?

Turtlurtlurtle laughed at “Technically yes, but like???”

Turtlurtlurtle laughed at “At one point in the very distant past”

TheDragon: Fair enough

TheDragon: I can bring candy

TheDragon: I have found my mother is willing to buy as much as I ask for when I say it’s for Adrien

DarknessAndChaos: Does that mean I get first pick this time?

Ssssnake: Unfortunately not, babe

Ssssnake: Numbers don’t finalize until your class is over

Ssssnake: But it’s looking like Turtlurtlurtle is taking the cake

Turtlurtlurtle: Details please!!!

Bugaboo: You’re at 2800 right now

Bugaboo: I’m at 2750 though…

RealFox: I’m at 2500!!!

Queenie: Wtf?!?!?!

Queenie: I’m only at 1700?!?!?!

Queenie: Twitter has failed me

DarknessAndChaos: Fear my power!

DarknessAndChaos: I have 983!!!!!!

Sssnake liked “I have 983!!!!!!”

Sssnake: You got this babe!

TheDragon: Haha!

TheDragon: You are all weak. I have…

TheDragon: Drumroll please?

Queenie: Badabadabada

Turtlurtlurtle: Tststststststs

Bugaboo: Patapatapatapata

RealFox: *slapping the table as fast as I can*

DarknessAndChaos: tappity tap tap tap

Ssssnake: 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

TheDragon: 194! Mother! Flipping! Tweets!

Queenie: Whoo!!!

Queenie: That’s my girlfriend!!!

TheDragon: Moral of the story is that I would like to yeet the next lucky charm

Turtlurtlurtle: Or you can yeet Bugaboo

Turtlurtlurtle: That’s how I always roll

Bugaboo: Bustier is watching us

RealFox: Gtg

RealFox: ...Bugaboo got to it first

Ssssnake: See everyone at 6

The various members of Team Miraculous quietly slipped their phones back into their bags and pockets. It didn’t particularly matter though, as almost immediately after, the bell rang and the class was released.

Marinette immediately took off sprinting home. If she was lucky (which she usually was, as of late), she could finish the main stitching on her latest commission and make extra muffins and cookies before anyone came over. Adrien joined Juleka and Rose as they descended slowly to the front of the building so he could see his boyfriend quickly. It was difficult finding time to be together in their superhero identities, so they made as much time as possible when out of their disguises. Alya, Nino, and Chloe meandered over to Kagami’s locker to wait for the blonde’s girlfriend. They were chit-chatting aimlessly, supposedly.

“I mean, at this point, I feel like Carapace is getting worse,” Alya practically shouted, laughing. “He could barely throw Ladybug twenty feet.”

“He should definitely work out more. Y’know, with weights,” Chloe chimed in.

“Weights would be a good idea,” Alya agreed. She reached over and squeezed her boyfriends bicep. A pause, and then she squeezed again. “Well, uh, damn, okay. Ignore me please, because I need a minute here.” 

“You know what they say,” Nino said. “The girls love muscle men.” He put on his best smoldering look and posed, and winked at Alya, who bent over giggling. Kagami joined the three of them and began opening her locker

“As your friendly neighborhood bisexual, I gotta say it’s mostly just the muscle part. The man part is optional,” Chloe said. She leaned in to Kagami, and kissed her cheek over her shoulder. “Like this. This is good muscle.” She grabbed one of Kagami’s arms and held it up. Kagami spun away from her locker, flexed dramatically, then kissed Chloe back. Chloe laughed her way through the whole demonstration. 

“I mean, yes, but also,” Nino swept Alya up into his arms bridal-carry style.

Alya blushed. Kagami burst out laughing.

“Now you’re just making a scene, blanket man.”

“Oh, that was low, Kagami. That was a low blow.” Nino looked mock-offended. “Quick, Alya! I need you to dramatically feign being injured by these mean words for me!” Alya dutifully obliged. After stealing Nino’s headphones from around his neck to better impersonate him, she mimed an arrow piercing her heart and the ensuing Nino-death that followed.

“You wound my boyfriend, Kagami. You wound him,” she whispered dramatically.

[bigskydreaming]

In the best (personal) news I have had in oh, over a year, FINALLY got the results of the MRI back and it is NOT a tumor lurking in my nonexistent jaw joint area and causing all my Issues, as my doctor was worried about from the latest CT scans. Which, like. Yeah. I don’t really have the words for how grateful I am to hear that because like, hahahaha I was getting super tired of my rock bottoms introducing themselves to new rock bottoms, you know???

So I am currently buzzing and high on that news, life in general, and y’know, sleep deprivation, cuz ngl, it was definitely not fun hearing I should know by Monday whether or not like, I have cancer, only for that to be dragged out until freaking Friday. Hahaha what is sleep, I have had like, five hours all week maybe? Needless to say I am super behind again on work, rent, insurance and all that fun stuff BUT as long as I can say “but I don’t have cancer!” at the end of each of those things, like....yeah I’m gonna milk the fuck out of that qualifier for energy, as long as I possibly can lololol.

Did talk to my insurance ppl today though and I’ve got at least until Tuesday to pay my premiums, so got a couple more days of breathing room there. Can’t get it extended past that though because my doctor’s already gonna be calling in preauthorization requests for like, the actual surgery and stuff as early as Monday and I reeeeeally don’t want ‘okay but this dude hasn’t even paid up yet’ being a factor at all in whether or not they approve my 25K surgery.

Fingers crossed that my good luck continues to hold, as there’s a possibility this might all get dealt with once and for all, a lot sooner than I’d hoped for?? Like, cuz of the MRI she was able to get a clear view of exactly what the problem is, the inflammation around the joint and actual erosion of the bone, etc, which cut out a lot of the other steps we were preparing to take to isolate the exact issue before moving forward. It also apparently lit a hell of a fire under their asses cuz they were able to see not just that the joint is totally wrecked (which we’ve known for like, nine months now, wasn’t news), but just how badly eroded my jawbone is at like....the other point of the jaw that holds it at least somewhat connected to my skull still even though the joint itself is nonexistent? Idk not explaining that right because again, sleep deprived like whoa. 

ANYWAY. Point is my doctor was like, so basically because of the constant damage being done in that area every time you open your mouth at all, you’re fracturing it further and its only hanging on by the barest sliver at this point - which, DUH, is exactly what I’ve been telling all these doctors it felt like, for over a year BUT I DIGRESS - so she’s all, yeah, we need to move this along as fast as possible because if you erode that area much more like, she doesn’t even know what that’ll look like in practice cuz she’s never actually had to deal with a case that bad, but reading between the lines it sounds like I would just not be able to close my mouth shut at all after that point, which....lol bye bye basic eating and talking? Idk. So its super fun being the worst case of this particular issue she’s ever seen personally haha yay me (but at least I don’t have cancer!)

So. Still putting it in the win column.

But yeah, so she found another surgeon that does potentially take insurance for the actual surgery costs, if we can get my insurance to approve it, and in the meanwhile now I gotta set up appointments at this OTHER imaging place for another more specific CT scan to measure how big the prosthetic will need to be, and they don’t take insurance there at all so that’s gonna be $600 no matter what. BUT, this new surgeon has a bunch of premade prosthetics they keep on site and so there’s a possibility they might be able to fit me with a premade prosthetic that’s already the right dimension instead of having to order a custom made one. And if I can get the surgery approved by my insurance and they find a premade that works, the surgery can be set up in as little as three weeks (which omg holy shit is that a light at the end of the tunnel, IT JUST FUCKING MIGHT BE crap I totally jinxed it didnt I fuck). If they can’t find a premade that works though it’ll still be the 4-6 months to make a custom one so, boooooo, we’re really hoping that doesn’t happen, cuz, again. I do not know precisely what several months of not being able to swing my jaw shut at all even lopsidedly and thus no eating or talking....like lmao what would that even look like how do you not like, starve in that case? Idk. So....super duper hoping that we can find a premade and get the surgery scheduled quicklikearabbit and not have to wait several more months and risk just eroding whatever it is that’s still up there in that general vicinity that’s left to erode, idk, like I said what are words right now even.

YEAH. SO. That’s my status update for those who’ve been messaging and checking in and whatnot, like, y’all are rockstars and I fucking adore you and am so grateful. I am now going to go sleep the sleep of the dead because hahahahahaha ow light is actually physically painful at the moment, I just came to sit up straight at my desk and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now.

Then its back to work for me but also I might have some fic updates??? lol. Cuz of people who’ve donated and made non-imposing requests or suggestions for things I could write and thus mitigate my OMG I Do Not Deserve Your Generosity ulcers of doom. That I’ve been writing off and on but mostly just off this last week in particular where I unfortunately did a lot of like, staring at the wall watching paint dry except not really cuz they weren’t freshly painted or whatever, look you get what I mean probably. 

Right. So. Assuming any of this makes sense to anyone and I’m not actually just stringing together nonsense series of words here at this point, still likely to be scarce for a few days to a week. Gonna leave my paypal link again, cuz I mean, yeah. I’m way more sick of posting it than anyone could possibly be of seeing my post it lolol, trust me, but hopefully there is a point now in the near(ish) future where I will once again be able to work productively and non-chronic-painfully again and thus not be in desperate need of the kindness of strangers 24/7. That would be so awesome omgwtfbbqicanteven. You don’t even know. 

But also! At least I don’t have cancer. So. I actually have a bizarre amount of energy at the moment despite being two seconds away from faceplanting into my keyboard from exhaustion. Look I dont even get how that works either. I’m nuanced okay.

I feel like there was something to write here like in conclusion or in summation or tl;dr but also fuck it, I think I literally just heard my last remaining synapse fire in my brain I gtg ttyl byyyyyyyyyyyye.

https://paypal.me/bigskydreaming?locale.x=en_US

[littlemisskookie]

Four Letters: Ch 3

Four Letters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Ship: FWB!Jungkook | IceQueen!Reader | Yoongi Description: College!AU. Enemies to Lovers. Your icy exterior makes it seem as though you dislike everyone- which is partially true. But the one person you truly dislike is the cocky frat boy Jeon Jungkook. Warnings: Multiple Orgasms, Forced Orgasms, Fingering, Squirting, Overstimulation, Dirty Talk, Intercourse, Creampie, Gagging, Light Bondage, Dom!Jungkook, Degrading Names, Light Cumplay, D/S Themes, Hair Pulling Word Count: 10,008

You groaned, hearing the buzzing beside your bedside, which didn't stop. Dear God- what time was it? You rolled over, looking at your phone, multiple notifications popping up. It was probably from the group chat Jimin impulsively made recently- which you absolutely despised. You had tried to leave about ten times in the last two weeks since you were added, but it was pointless, seeing as they kept adding you back in. And it was only 9 AM!

You buried your face into the pillow, clawing at it as you heard more buzzing. You unplugged the phone from the chord, opening the group chat to what Jimin labeled as SQUAD.

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:12 AM

Guys, my parents are visiting. What color should I dye my hair?

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:12 AM

Why do you need to dye your hair?

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:13 AM

Can you tell them to pay off my student loans while they're here? ;)

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:13 AM

Literally fuck off Jimin

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9:13 AM

lololol

Idiot 1 (Hobi) 9:14 AM

you're lucky i wasn't asleep at 9 am otherwise you'd be DEAD

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:14 AM

Don't you have History class right now?

Idiot 1 (Hobi) 9:14 AM

which is why i'm up

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:14 AM

Are you in class?

Idiot 1 (Hobi) 9:15 AM

i just woke up

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9:15 AM

hoseok ur class is starting now... it probs already began

Idiot 1 (Hobi) 9:15 AM

SHIT GTG

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:15 AM

Yikes.

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9:16 AM

poor hobi :(

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:16 AM

his fault for being a fucking idiot lmao

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:17 AM

UM BACK TO ME

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:17 AM

Geez and i thought i was the attention whore of this friend group

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:17 AM

You guys make me want to die.

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9:17 AM

i would think ur parents wouldn't want u to dye ur hair jk

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:18 AM

they wouldn't

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:18 AM

??? am i not connecting the dots???

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9:18 AM

when do u ever lololol

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:19 AM

You should try blue. That's pretty edgy.

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:19 AM

What would YOU know about being edgy?

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:19 AM

STFU or I'm not helping you on your next exam.

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:20 AM

SORRY MISTRESS

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9:20 AM

hey where's y/n anyway

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:21 AM

she's probably asleep

Y/N

Y/N

Y/NNNNNNN

You 9:21 AM

i'm gonna fucking bash ur brains in you insufferable twat

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:21 AM

found her!

sorry for waking you baby ;)

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9: 22 AM

we're trying to find out a new hair color for jk

You 9:22 AM

why the fuck would i give a shit

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:22 AM

just say ur fav color or something

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:22 AM

it's probably black like her soul

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:22 AM

What is she, an edgy 14-year-old girl?

You 9:23 AM

it's magenta

can everyone please fuck off now i'm trying to get some sleep

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:23 AM

Magenta is the last thing i would've guessed to be ur fav color

You 9:23 AM

what part of fuck off do you not understand

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9:23 AM

JK i think u would look great with magenta hair! it's like pink and red

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:23 AM

i would hope he knows what magenta is

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:24 AM

Y/N, I thought you had to help teach your niece how to drive today?

You 9:24 AM

oh yeah

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:24 AM

i would've never pictured you as the family kinda gal

You 9:24 AM

i still have aunty duties

anyways i'm gonna go bye losers

With that, you click off, letting out a breath of relief as you put it on do not disturb. You must've forgotten to last night. But unfortunately, you only had an hour or so to sleep before you had to get up again to pick up your niece.

-

Karin's hands are shaky on the wheel, her focus on the road. You had faith in her so far, though from what your eldest sister told you before, she had almost crashed into a pole her first time behind the wheel. Still, though her moves were a bit jerkish and she signaled far too early, you hadn't died yet, which was a plus in your book.

Unfortunately, you couldn't exactly be the frigid bitch your peers knew you to be, especially to your niece. But she was your favorite niece, and you were her favorite aunt, partially because you weren't that much older than her, as a result of being the youngest kid in your family. So you were still allowed to curse and give her life advice on sex and maturity and whatnot- and she'd promise not to tell her fretting mother.

The car comes to a sudden halt, resulting in you slamming into the dashboard and being snapped back into your seat by the seatbelt. You gawked, looking up as a car continued to go in from the left, bypassing the two of you. Karin's arms were shaking, and her eyes were wide with fright as they trailed after the car.

"Dude, what the fuck?!" you screeched.

"Sorry," Karin said, apologetically wincing to hear your scolding.

"No, not you-you're great, sweetheart. I mean that son of a bitch!" you said, pointing to the car as it sped off. "You totally had right of way. Does that guy not know the meaning of yielding to oncoming traffic? Who in their right mind gave him a liscense?"

"I'm sure it was an accident," Karin said, moving forward as she stepped on the pedal again, trying to get back to the speed limit.

"Don't become drivers like those," you said. "I'd never hear the end of it from your mom if she knew that I corrupted you into a bad driver."

"Despite the fact you corrupted me into other things?" Karin asked cheekily.

You rolled your eyes. "You simply asked questions and I answered. I wasn't going to be like your mom and try to convince you babies came from cranes when you were still in your double digits."

"Ugh- don't remind me," Karin says, rolling her eyes. "I have to pretend I don't even know what sex is when we watched a movie last night."

"I thought the two of you had already had the talk?" you questioned, waving your hand to the right as you signaled that she should do the same with her blinker.

"We did- but you know how she is. You're the one who actually explained what a vagina was and the meaning of consent," Karin said, pointing the blinker up with her left pinky.

"Well, she just doesn't want you to mature as fast as she did. Not that she regrets it, or that I think you will," you say.

Your sister had gotten pregnant by the age of 17 with her boyfriend. Just a year older than Karin herself. Luckily enough your parents hadn't kicked her out of the family, and the boyfriend stayed, but a lot of it hindered on her education. She had to go to a community college after Karin was old enough for daycare, and she ended up becoming a social worker. Which was fine, though your sister would admit she wondered what would've happened if things took a different course.

You remembered how puzzled you were that you were only 7 and already an aunt. The kids in your class said your sister was pure 'trailer trash' and that you were bound to follow her lead. You knew it was far worse for her, though, having to be judged for her round belly, listening to whispers about her in class, because apparently, every teen mom was a common slut. It was absolutely ridiculous, and to think they'd add more stress onto someone who was carrying a child. You knew even when you were young that it was despicable.

But your sister ended up giving birth fine anyway- a beautiful and healthy baby girl by the name of Karin. You remember how scared you were when you first held her, afraid you'd drop her. At the time you had a family cat, and you were worried that the instinct of just dropping the cat would kick in while you were holding the baby. Fortunately, that never came to be.

Once you were older, you were often babysitting the child while your sister was away- and your brother wanted nothing to do with having to babysit a kid. It was fine by you, as you thought of her as more of a younger sister than something as strange as a niece, and it was even comforting as you never had the chance to be the older sibling. Besides, being called aunt made you feel so old, from way back then to now. You cringed each time you heard it.

You were caught in your thoughts when your phone began to buzz. You look to Karin apologetically, but she simply assures you it's fine. "It's alright, you can answer it," she tells you.

You huff, slightly irritated that someone was interrupting your quality time with your niece, and to your surprise, the contact of "incompetent twit" is the first thing to pop up.

"Who is it?" Karin asks you, rolling to a stop at an intersection.

"An idiot," you huff, answering. Why the hell was Jungkook calling you? "What is it, nimrod? I told you I'd be teaching my niece how to drive."

"Y/N," he whines. "Can you pick me up at the salon?"

"Why? Can't you ask someone else?" you question.

"Jimin dropped me off but class started for him- and I know you don't have any classes today. Besides, I want you to be the first person to see it."

"Why would I care about your hair, Jeon?" you question.

Karin chuckles as she begins driving again, the light flashing green. "Are you usually this snippy with your boyfriends?"

"He's not my boyfriend. He's just an idiot," you sigh. "And trust me, he deserves my attitude."

"You know I love it, baby."

"Not in front of my niece, brat. She can hear you," you bite back. You really didn't want your sister's impressionable teen daughter to find out you were having rough, kinky sex with your mortal enemy.

"Alright, fine, fine. But c'mon, please? I'll pay for McDonald's."

Karin's eyes light up. "Did I hear McDonald's?"

You sigh, feeling defeated again. How could you deny her absolutely adorable smile? God, the boys were probably all over her at her high school- you wanted to bat them away with a stick. No one deserved precious little Karin- though if she knew you thought that she'd accuse you of being too similar to her mother.

"I'm still with my niece, Jungkook," you remind him.

"That's fine- just have her drive here. I'll pay for both of you."

"Ugh, fine," you huff.

"Thanks, babeeee," he cackles on the other line.

"Shut up," you bite back, hanging up on him. "You're gonna go straight for another few hundred yards and then make a left. We're already on our way there, luckily."

"You two seem cute," Karin grinned. "Like an OTP that constantly bicker with each other."

"I don't get your teen slang- it makes me feel old," you say, eyeing the speed limit she was going.

"Basically I think you two are cute. Does he have a girlfriend?" Karin questions, waggling her brows.

"He's what you kiddos call a fuckboy- so that's a no. And besides, I'd never date him in a million years. I thought I told you, you weren't getting a new uncle anytime soon?" you remind her.

"Ah, yes, your no dating rule after that ex of yours," she hums, executing her left turn shortly after signaling. "What happened between you two anyway? Mom said it really crushed you, but she keeps hush hush about it."

"Trust me, it's nothing," you lie. "It's just the usual. People... grow apart, I guess."

"Doesn't sound like that's the kind of dramatic breakup it seemed to be," Karin mused. "I remember because you ended up sleeping on our couch shortly after, y'know before you moved back into that sorority house."

"Don't remind me," you sigh, wondering to yourself how she remembered so much about the topic.

"So, what was it anyway?" Karin pried, nosy as ever.

"I'll tell you when you're a bit older. Not that I think you're not mature enough, but I think your mom would believe I'd ruin your chances at believing in men if I told you," you chuckled softly.

Karin gave you a sad glance. "You weren't cheated on, were you Aunt Y/N?"

"No- but honestly I think I would've taken that any day," you admit.

"Did he die?"

You laugh hard at that. "Sometimes I wish. But no- I'm not into that Romeo bullshit anyway. I don't know where he is now- he graduated a bit after the breakup since he was a few years older than me if you remember."

"Well, it's good that you don't have to see him again. I heard traumatizing stuff like that can trigger people. I remember one girl in my Chorus class had a panic attack when some guy sitting in front of her was playing a shooting game. It was pretty horrifying," Karin admitted. "The worst part was that the guy claimed she was just being too sensitive."

You pursed your lips, narrowing your eyes. "Now, don't tell your mom I'm condoning violence, and I don't know what she'd say- but let's just say if you punch an absolute asshole in the face, that I wouldn't be opposed."

Karin laughed. "Thanks for that. There better be a cake with my name on it."

"Here, pull in and try to park outside the salon. There you go, sharp left... now a right, now fix your wheel hard left, hard left, that's my girl!" you cheered. "Now park the car, and we'll go find my despicable douchebag so that he can pay for our food. I'm starving!"

She locks the car, swinging the door open as the two of you walk into the salon. Your eyes find themselves scanning the room for the familiar mop of dark hair, but to your surprise, the adorable bunny smile belongs to a man with magenta hair.

You gawk, eyes bugging out as Jungkook sweeps you up into his arms, planting a kiss on your lips. You shove him back, wiping your mouth. "Ew- not in front of my niece, creep," you say, used to him trying to kiss you whenever possible. He often said your lips were addicting, and it was rare enough he got to since most of the time the two of you were with your friends, who were still unaware of the fact the two of you were hooking up.

"I just didn't want your niece to think you were forever alone," Jungkook cackles, enjoying the annoyed look on your face. "So- what do you think?"

"Did you seriously dye your hair magenta just because it's my favorite color?" you deadpanned, quirking a brow as you crossed your arms.

"Maybe," Jungkook said, wiggling his brows. "Does it look good?"

"You never look good," you huff, lying through your teeth.

Jungkook ignores your comment, wrapping his arms around you in a back hug, placing his chin on your shoulder as he pouts to you. "C'mon- just admit you love it."

"Fine- you don't look ugly with pink hair. Happy?" you hiss, elbowing him in the rib to pry him off. You hated PDA.

"Very," Jungkook smirked, letting go of you. He turned to Karin, holding out his hand. "You must be Y/N's niece. You must've gotten the good genes from the family- in comparison to Y/N, of course."

You elbowed him in the rib again as the two snickered. Karin laughs, shaking his hand. "Yeah, I'm Karin. She's helping me learn how to drive."

"So I've heard," Jungkook smiles. "Tell me, Karin, do you like my hair?"

"You kind of look like a strawberry," Karin admitted.

Now it was your turn to snicker, and the three of you exit the salon to go to the car. Jungkook opens the car door for Karin, specifically picking the backseat. For a second you thought it'd be so that he'd have an excuse to sit in the front with you, but to your surprise he sits in the back with her, sticking you to act as their chauffeur. Scumbag.

You drive the three of you to McDonald's, and you saunter in, grinning widely to Jungkook. Without hesitance, he steps forward to the cash register, no line in sight, taking his order. For you, he picks a Big Mac with no cheese, fries, and a chocolate shake. He then turns to Karin and questions what she'd order.

It isn't until you get your food and sit down that you question him about it. You sit next to Karin and Jungkook sits in front of the two of you. "How'd you remember my order, anyway?"

"Despite what you think, I'm not nearly as big of an idiot as you think I am," Jungkook laughs. "Besides, you order the same thing every time."

"I'm just trying to get fat, thank you very much," you bite, taking a lot sip of your drink.

"So, how long have you two been friends?" Karin questions.

"We're not friends," you're quick to clarify, glowering at Jungkook as he wagged his brows at you.

"Fine- how long have you guys been hanging out then?" Karin restates, quirking a brow.

"Officially? A few years. Unofficially, about a month," Jungkook states. He quirks a brow to you, raising it precariously high you're afraid it'll blend into his hairline. "Actually- it's probably been over a month by now, hasn't it?"

"Don't ask me, I'm not sentimental like you, Jeon. Why would I care enough to remember the date?" you shrug. Yeah, it probably was a month since you and Jungkook started hooking up. And you did admittedly know the exact date- but you weren't foolish enough to insinuate to Jungkook of all people that you actually cared about anything. Caring just leads to hurting anyway, no matter what it's for.

Jungkook gives a sigh to Karin, shaking his head. "See what I have to put up with? Bet your family doesn't have it half as bad as I do."

"She's known as the cool one in our family- at least to me anyways. Mainly because she's got about half a dozen piercings in each ear," Karin replies.

Your hand brushes along them at the mention of that. "I'm really not. Jungkook's got a lot more than me, anyway. He used to have one in his eyebrow but he got it removed. And he's got more tattoos than I do."

"The eyebrow piercing was a mistake- I'm never piercing my face again," Jungkook grimaced. "And I thought you had more than me?"

"No, I've got only three, and you've got four," you remind him.

"Oh yeah- let's see, you have the lotus flower on your upper back, right beneath your neck, right? And you've got some sort of hummingbird behind your ear- I know that one because Lisa showed everyone when she went with you to the tattoo parlor. And... the third..." Jungkook trailed off, trying to wrack his memory.

"The third is the panda above the back of my elbow," you chastise. "I can't believe you couldn't get that one right, it's my favorite!"

"Well, you should try listing off all of my tattoos," Jungkook said. "I bet you can't."

"Easy. Bumblebee behind your ear- I remember because I yelled at you since you were trying to copy me, especially since it was the day after I got mine and you were trying to get back at me for messing up one of your hookups. There's the Hello Kitty on your ankle from when you lost that bet to Hoseok, and there's the geometric outline of a wolf on your bicep," you said, grinning smugly.

"And the fourth?" Jungkook questioned, raising his brows expectantly.

Your jaw opened and dropped. "I... um... It's-"

"Aha! You don't remember! For shame, Y/N," Jungkook teases, making your niece burst out with laughter.

"I listed three- you only listed two," you shoot back.

"It's the ladybug on my wrist," Jungkook laughs, prideful that he duped you.

"What made you decide to get a ladybug?" Karin questioned, looking down at the little red bug on his wrist.

"I like ladybugs," Jungkook shrugs. "The bumblebee was mainly because it was the mascot for the team I used to play on."

"Ladybugs are cute," Karin admitted. "Y'know- I think my mom would love to have you as a brother-in-law."

Jungkook looked up at you with wide eyes and a pleased grin, dimples showing as his eyes twinkled with absolute delight- and you knew you'd never hear the end of it. You glared at Karin, her own sly smirk on her face that she tried to conceal when she ate. Jungkook quickly went to the restroom, and you wrestled Karin into your arms, rubbing your knuckles against the top of her head playfully as you ruffled her hair. "What was that about, munchkin? You want that brat to become your uncle?"

"He's cute! And you two are adorable, I'd love to have him as an uncle," Karin laughed, trying to free herself from your grip. "Besides, I think everyone wants you to get back out there, especially since it's been years after that big bad breakup. Remember how disappointed mom was when you turned down that blind date?"

"I don't see why everyone has to meddle with my love life," you huff, freeing the wiggling brat from your grip.

"Kinda hard to request that when you don't have one," Karin pointed out.

You only rolled your eyes at that but wondered how much your family truly worried about you. Unlike Jungkook's well known conservative family, yours was fairly left wing. Despite that, however, there were still pressures for you to find someone. Perhaps a big part of that was from how cold and distant you had become after being left so traumatized. However, you definitely didn't want to disappoint your family, and let them give up all hope on you.

But your thoughts were interrupted when Jungkook slid back into the booth, making a witty remark that had Karin choking on her drink.

-

"I thought the thing with your teacher was a lost cause," Lisa said, pressing her chin against the arms that already rested on the table.

The six of you were in the library during a group study session. Xiyeon had her nose buried in a textbook, as usual, and you yourself were typing up an essay that was due tonight. Jimin was hastily making flashcards with Jungkook, as the class they were in had an upcoming test. Lisa was supposed to be looking up answers on Quizlet to an assignment that was due very soon. Hoseok tagged along, partially so that he wouldn't be excluded, and partially because he had news to share.

"She said if I could do extra credit, she'd notify me," Hoseok clarified.

"I thought all people were sarcastic when they directed you, Hobi," you murmured, fingers flying across the screen.

"The point is," Hoseok said, shooting a glare your way. "She said if I can write a twenty-page essay on the topic we're studying in class, she'll boost my grade up. The thing is, it's due tomorrow."

"How're you going to get all of that done in time?" Jungkook questioned, furrowing his brows.

As though on cue, all of you turned your heads to the girl whose nose was buried in a textbook, too engrossed in the fine print on the pages to pay attention to the conversation. As though she could sense all eyes were on her, she slowly raised her head up, a confused gaze befalling all of yours. "Uh-oh. What is it you want me to do now?"

"Can you pretty please help me write a twenty-page essay by tomorrow?" Hoseok pleaded, throwing his hands up and clasping them together in a begging motion.

"Is it for that teacher you screwed up with? She expects her essays to be impeccable- it'll be impossible!" Xiyeon gawked. "You know she expects only .5 spacing and the font size to be 6, right? It's pointless."

"Xiyeon, I'll literally owe you for the rest of my life," Hoseok said, eyes big and puppy like. "Please."

Xiyeon pursed her lips, as though unsure of what to do. Surprisingly, she turned to you. "Y/N, you're the biggest, most honest hardass I know. Should I do it?"

"Wow, I'm flattered," you say, rolling your eyes.

"Y/N- c'mon!" Hoseok said, raising his voice slightly in the quiet library.

You sighed, looking at his shaking fists and pouting lips. "He seems pretty desperate..." you muttered, throwing him a bone, letting it be known that observation alone would be the only leverage you'd offer.

Xiyeon sighed to herself, rubbing her temples. The rest of you looked at her expectantly, anticipating her answer. Finally, she let out an irritated, reluctant, "Fine."

"YES!" Hoseok hollered, jumping to his feet, causing a librarian to scurry over to your table to give him a quick scolding and threaten to kick all six of you out- perhaps even ban you for life from the solace behind the many shelves of books. You never heard someone project so well with a whisper, but be damned, this middle-aged woman did it.

It was when the six of you exited the library after you were done that Hoseok kissed both you and Xiyeon on the cheek. You wiped the pretend slobber off your cheek to swipe at the back of his head, but ultimately you knew he'd owe you as well for being able to subtly convince Xiyeon of anything.

-

"Y/N!" Jungkook shouted, entering your room.

"Woah, what the hell, how'd you get into the house?" you asked, frightened half to death as he barged in. "Have you never heard of knocking?"

"Lisa let me in after I called her- told her I needed to annoy you," Jungkook grinned.

"Oh my God, that son of a bitch," you hissed. "What the hell do you want, Jeon?"

"Our results came in," Jungkook exclaimed, reaching back into his back pocket to pull out a folded piece of paper. "I didn't check yours- don't worry. But I'm clean!"

It then clicked. A few days ago the two of you weren't able to hook up because apparently, he ran out of condoms. You didn't purchase any because before Jungkook you weren't exactly getting laid regularly, so it was evening when the two of you were shopping in a grocery store, and you were reaching into your purse and getting one of the water bottles from off the shelf. You screwed the lid off and popped the pill in.

"What's that?" Jungkook questioned, looking curiously to it.

"My birth control. We've been having sex regularly, you should expect me to have something to make sure I don't get pregnant, Jungkook," you say, furrowing your brows.

"Woah- wait, you've been on birth control this whole time?" Jungkook gawked.

"What, yeah? I've been on it since I was of legal age, what's the big deal?" you question.

"W-What's the big deal? You've got to be shitting me, woman!" Jungkook says, flabberghasted by your question.

"I can assure you I'm not," you assure him, holding up the Trojan. "These things can break, dumbass." You really didn't know why guys made such a big deal about condoms. Seriously, how much better could it even feel? The only thing that's different is a layer of rubber.

"Why don't we not use the condoms then?" Jungkook questioned.

"With your diseased ass? You've probably slept with half of the school campus- no way," you huff, knowing there was no way in hell you were going to let Jungkook give you the same thing Jimin had- or what half of the population on campus had.

"I'm clean. I always use a condom, and you're my most consistent hookup, why can't we?" Jungkook questions.

"I'll believe it when you get tested," you grumble, tossing the water bottle and Trojan packet onto the conveyor belt, watching it casually roll to the bored cashier.

"Fine- after this let's get tested. You and me," Jungkook said, no tone of sarcasm in his voice.

You look to him, quirking a brow as you hand the cashier your money. "Wait, what? You seriously want to get tested with me?"

"Sure- c'mon, Y/N, I'm begging for this," Jungkook pleaded. His lower lip puckers out in a pout, and he gives you the puppy eyes that no girl is able to resist.

"Can the two of you have this conversation elsewhere?" the cashier suggests, her eyes narrowed as she grimaced at the two of you. "Sex before marriage is a sin, anyway."

"Shh, I'm trying to convince a girl to let me cum inside of her," Jungkook says, taking the bag. He turns to you, "C'mon, can we go?"

"Fine, whatever," you say, rolling your eyes. You turn to the cashier. "And don't try to imply someone's going to hell- especially to customers. Gives you bad reviews, no?"

Your mind snaps back to the present. "Oh, yeah, that. Give me my results, I should see!"

Jungkook hands you the folded piece of paper, and you eagerly unfold it, checking to see if you were positive for anything. You let a smile grace your features to find everything negative. "I'm clean," you announced.

"High five!" Jungkook said, raising your elbow up to have you slap your hand against his. "Now I can fill you up like a sponge!"

"That is the least sexy thing I've ever heard in my life," you say, cringing at his words.

"I've got plenty of lines to make up for it," Jungkook cackled. "Besides, the look on your face was worth it."

"Oh my God, I regret sleeping with you," you huff, falling back onto your bed.

"Sure you do," Jungkook chuckles, crawling onto the bed with you.

You press your hand against his chest. "Not here. Anyone could hear and find out what we're up to. Maybe a later time, when we aren't in my sorority house, ok?"

"Yeah, that's fine," Jungkook says, falling beside you.

You look to him, noticing how he plays with his hair. You wonder if he regrets dying it. Truthfully, it grew on you.

As though sensing your thoughts, he looks to you. "My parents are gonna be visiting soon- they rain checked last time. If you're wondering."

Ok, so he didn't get what you were thinking at all. "Makes sense. Your parents are... busy."

His mouth goes small at that. "Yeah, they are."

"Well, for the record, the pink hair grew on me," you offered, a sinking feeling in your chest as you saw the lost puppy look in his eyes. "It... suits you, I guess. It looks nice in comparison to how buff you are."

Jungkook grins at that. "You really like it?"

"Sure," you say, wondering to yourself if you really should've let him know that.

-

"Y/N, I've got another track for you to listen to," Yoongi called, entering the studio.

"Oh, great! Namjoon, do you think you can't break something for about five minutes?" you say, turning to him. Truthfully, he had gotten better when it came to controlling his flailing limbs.

"Yeah, sure," he says, unfazed as he picks up the headphones to the side and puts them on. You take off your own, getting up from your chair to go to Yoongi.

"Oh, by the way, I know you don't exactly go to parties and all that, but there's one being thrown at Lambda or whatever tonight. A lot of your fraternity brothers are going, and I was just wondering if you'd be coming," you say casually, hooking the bulky headphones around your neck.

"Would you want me to go?" Yoongi questions, his question hesitant as he raises his brows.

You try to brace a warm smile. "I mean, yeah. I never see you at parties, I think it'd be cool. We could actually hang out outside the studio, I guess."

"Yeah... I'd like that," Yoongi says.

"So are you going?" you question, looking up to him.

Yoongi opens his mouth, but his face falls. "Can't. I have to help my friend with his podcast tonight since his partner is sick. I promise to go to the next one for you, though."

You find yourself smiling slightly, not missing how he specifically mentioned you. "That's fine- but remember, you promised."

"A promise is a promise," Yoongi chuckled, letting you place the headphones over your ears.

-

You're currently squinting your eyes, aiming your best in your hazy state to attempt to land the ping pong in the cup. You had no clue where everyone was. Hoseok and Lisa were probably already tearing each other's clothes off, and Jungkook and Jimin were probably acting as wingman for one or the other. Xiyeon, who had been dragged along, was probably just drinking and keeping along the wall, waiting for Jimin to call one of his usual games.

Or so you thought, because soon enough the familiar smell of alcohol from someone's hot breath fanned over you, and someone's small body was slamming into yours right as you throw your ball, making you miss your aim entirely.

"Dude, what the fuck?!" you say, turning towards the person in question.

Xiyeon must be drunk out of her mind. Her hair was a mess and mascara streaked down her cheeks. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and her cup was still partially filled, though most of it probably splashed onto the floor. "Y/N, I need to talk to you."

"What? Dude, what happened-" Xiyeon doesn't let you finish, instead grabbing onto your wrist and dragging you along. She kicks open a bathroom door, where a couple was making out. She's bawling as she screams at them, "Get out!" This makes them scurry out, and she shoves you inside, locking the door behind her.

"Woah, are you going to murder or rape me or something?" you question, bug-eyed. Xiyeon had just pushed you into a dirty frat bathroom, going as far as to kick out the previous couple that was in here. You were beginning to fear she brought you here to bathe in your blood.

"No- Y/N, I did a horrible, horrible thing and you're the only person I can talk to," Xiyeon weeps, burying her face in her hands.

"Why can't you tell the others? Do you want me to get them-"

"No! You can't! Please, Y/N, swear to me you won't tell a soul," Xiyeon pleaded, grabbing onto your hands in desperation.

"I- Xiyeon, did you kill someone?" you ask, more afraid for her than ever.

"No! Just please, swear on the grave of your dead love life that you won't tell anyone," Xiyeon begs, sniffling.

"Wow, that hurt," you mutter. She squeezes your hand tighter, making you yelp in pain. "Ow! Ok, ok, I swear! I won't tell a soul. I swear on my dead love life or whatever- now tell me what's going on, you're scaring me to death."

Xiyeon sucks in a deep breath, shaky. "I slept with Hoseok."

"You what?!"

"It was an accident!" Xiyeon said, more tears spilling out as she admitted it.

"How? Did you slip and just land on a penis? Xiyeon, oh my God!" you exclaim, clasping your hands over your mouth.

"I didn't mean to, I swear," Xiyeon sobbed, a lump in her throat. "Do you remember how I had to help Hoseok write that essay?"

"Xiyeon, that was like two weeks ago," you deadpan.

"I know, I know, it's been eating me up on the inside. But I helped him- but oh my God, Y/N, he is so fucking stupid. I thought I was getting dumber with each word he said I didn't get it! I had to take a drink or two and finally, we finished it, and we celebrated with shots. One shot became two, and two shots became three, and the next thing I know I'm in bed naked with Jung Hoseok, a used condom on my chest and a soreness between my legs. I didn't even have any recollection of what happened."

"Jesus Christ," you say, running your hands through your hair. "Does Lisa know?"

"Hoseok said he'd be the one to tell her, but he hasn't yet. He keeps saying he will but he's stalling and-" Xiyeon choked up, lips trembling.

"Lisa's going to be crushed. She's practically in love with Hoseok," you whisper to yourself, thoughts spinning around your head.

"I know, I know. God, I feel so horrible. I feel like the worst person in the world," Xiyeon said, chest heaving as her body wracked with sobs.

"Hey, you're not. Ok? You made a mistake, we all do. Hoseok made the mistake, too," you tell her.

"I don't think he's going to tell her," Xiyeon mumbled. "He's such a coward."

"Ultimately he should be the one to tell her. But she should know- if I were her I'd want to know," you tell Xiyeon.

"You promised you wouldn't tell!" Xiyeon said.

"I won't- it's not my place to," you say, assuring her as she let out a breath of relief. "But maybe you should, Xiyeon. It was your mistake as well as his. If Hoseok won't tell, you'll have to."

"I don't think I can bring myself to do it," Xiyeon admits. "I came close several times but each time I felt like I was going to throw up."

"Well, you're drunk right now and verbally spilling your guts, so we need to get you sober so that you don't blab to her in the worst possible way," you huff. "C'mon, let's get out of here."

You open the door, where a guy who was tightly holding onto his crotch ran in. "Thank God! I needed to pee!"

"Sorry, we were hooking up. Have a nice one," you mumble, pulling Xiyeon along with you.

You eventually make your way to the kitchen, and you open the refrigerator to get a water bottle. You see Hoseok stride in, and one look at Xiyeon had him gawking. "Woah, what happened to her?" he questioned.

You glared at him, thrusting the water bottle into his chest. "You know exactly what happened to her."

Hoseok's eyes bugged out of his eyes, and he opened his mouth to speak. You interrupted before he could even get a sound out. "Yeah, I know. And you're a real fucking idiot, Hoseok. You better tell Lisa soon."

"I will, I just-"

"You're just a coward," you hissed. "I'll tell you what's going to happen. Xiyeon is drunk out of her mind, and if she gets around any of the others she'll probably tell everyone. You can text the others in the group chat to tell them you're driving her home. Got it?"

Hoseok gulped. "Yeah... got it."

"And Hoseok- I won't tell Lisa what happened, but I swear to God if you don't do it eventually, I'll make you regret it," you threatened, letting him grasp the water bottle you were still pressing into his chest. "You hurt her- and that's inexcusable. You might not be dating, but you had a deal. And I don't know if you're aware of what the rest of us know- but to put it lightly, it makes everything ten times worse. So congratulations- you're the dick of the week."

"I'm... I'm sorry," Hoseok said, shaky underneath your heated glare.

"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to right now, am I?" you snap. "Where's Lisa anyway?"

"She's dancing. I came here to get a drink," Hoseok clarified.

"That girl is better than anything else you'll ever get, Hobi," you say, letting your eyes soften as you address him as a friend. "And I'd be very disappointed if you- or all of us- lost her because of your dumb actions."

With that, you spin away on your heel, huffing to yourself at the mess that had just transpired.

God, Lisa was going to be so heartbroken. Here she was, keeping up the charade of 'just friends' with the guy she was in love with, staying loyal to him, hoping he'd eventually see her as more, and he betrayed her trust. He broke the deal.

You swore to yourself you wouldn't end up like her.

"Hey, what's up? You look pretty shaken," a familiar voice says, draping an arm over your shoulder. You were too exasperated to knock it off and only look to Jungkook.

"Woah- that tie is stupid," you blurt, eyes darting down to the tie loosely hanging around his neck.

"Yeah, uh, some drunk girl gave it to me. She was wearing the outfit and kinda just gave it to me," Jungkook shrugged. "Drunk girls are weirder than drunk guys. The entire time she was telling me that I'm 'too beautiful for this world' and 'he isn't worth it sweetheart'."

"Drunk girls are like that. Drunk guys just want to fight," you say, running a hand through your hair as you let out an exasperated sigh.

"So what's up? You seem frustrated," he notes.

"Nothing, just need to let off some steam," you sigh, lying through your suggestion.

"I have a suggestion, but I have a feeling you don't need me to explain," Jungkook laughs.

"Let's go," you say, pointing up to where a lot of the bedrooms were, on the second level.

A surprised look slowly turned into a pleased grin, and Jungkook's eyes lit up with excitement. He takes your hand, and before long he's kicking the door to the bedroom back and locking the door, climbing above you.

His tongue dives into your mouth as he pins your arms against the bed. You moan into the kiss as he pulls away, pulling your top off, sliding it across your body before discarding it to the ground. "Y'know, I think this is the first time we've had sex on an actual bed," Jungkook chuckles.

You furrow your brows. "Wait- really?"

"Really," Jungkook laughs. "We just do it wherever's convenient."

"It's not just my fault we fuck like rabbits. It takes two to tango," you remind him, arching your back to unhook your bra, letting him pull the straps off your arms as he dives between your breasts, sending kisses between the valley of your breasts. His lips catch onto a nipple as he begins to unbutton your jeans, and it's only when you shimmy out of them that you look to him. "No fair- you need to undress, too," you say, motioning to his shirt.

He swipes your hand away, pulling back, grinning. "It's more fun like this, babygirl. I love seeing you so vulnerable for me."

Your cheeks flare, and you look to him in annoyance. You sit up to reach again for the hem of his shirt, and he grabs onto your wrists, forcing you to slam back against the mattress. You squirm beneath his tight grip, his jaw clenched as he glares at you angrily.

"You're not going to touch me, cockslut, understand?" Jungkook says, brows furrowed.

You nod meekly.

He lets go of your wrists, trusting you to keep them against the mattress. You're feeling too mischevious, however, and try once again to get his shirt off. He clasps both of your hands in his grip, tsking. "Someone wants to be a brat, huh?" he says, pulling the tie off of his neck. "Guess I'll have to make good use of this."

He ties your wrists together, and you wonder to yourself what girl would own such a god awful tie. Seriously- it was ugly. But it did the job, tying tightly enough to your wrists without cutting off any blood circulation.

Jungkook kept your bound hands above your head, pinning them there as his other hand traveled into your panties, diving into the wetness pooling beneath. You squirmed under his touch, gasping as he immediately spilled two fingers in, curling into your sweet spot. Jungkook smirked. "Someone's getting wet from just thinking of her punishment, hm? My fingers are soaked, cockslut."

"Jungkook," you gasp out, arching your back as he curls his fingers again. "Touch me."

"I am touching you, babygirl," Jungkook teases, enjoying seeing you squirm on his fingers. Still, he knew how greedy you were- you yearned for more. Infinitely more. And Jungkook never failed to deliver.

"Jungkook- fucking hell," you hissed through gritted teeth, getting agitated.

"Mm, such a greedy cockslut," Jungkook hummed, removing his fingers to pull your panties off your legs, placing them to the side. He removes his grip on your hands. "Why was I stuck with such a selfish brat?"

"Fuck y-" Your words are cut off when he pulls you to your side, hooking one of your legs above his shoulder, the knee over the broad area. You had to use your bound arms to support yourself, your other leg providing little balance as you were forced to spread your legs wide. Jungkook gripped the leg hitched over him tightly, grinning over you. You glared at him. "Jeon, what are you-"

Your words are interrupted when he thrusts his fingers inside of you again, reaching deeper than before, two fingers going curling into your g-spot as he rubs your clit with his tongue. Your eyes roll back and your body wracks, feeling his fingers go impossibly deep, tapping against your sweet spot in a way that had you shivering.

"Oh? What was that?" Jungkook cockily questions, delivering a harsh thrust with his fingers. "Were you going to say something?"

"F-F-Fuck," you stammer out, unable to do much more than take the abuse against your g-spot as he rammed his fingers into you perfectly. Damn him for learning your body so well already.  

"Mm, such a dirty mouth for a cockslut," Jungkook hums, thumb digging against your clit as he rubs it, enjoying the feeling of you clamping down on his fingers as you hissed. "I should wash that filthy mouth of yours with my fat cock, shouldn't I?"

"G-God, don't stop, please Jungkook," you whine, biting on your lower lip as you let out pathetic whines.

"You didn't answer my question, babygirl," Jungkook hummed, ceasing his moments just as you were beginning to reach your high.

"No! Jungkook, fucking- what the hell?" you hiss, turning back to him.

"Watch your tone, babygirl," he warned. "Or I'll be tempted to leave you here high and dry."

Your eyes widened at that. "No! Fuck, Jungkook, I'll let you do whatever you want to me. Just please, please let me cum! I'll blow you and let you cum down my slutty throat, fuck please let me! I want to gag on your big dick."

"Mm, tempting," he says, amused and satisfied with your begging as he continues his movements, having you shudder under his ministrations as he works faster to push you to your high. "But I plan to cum inside of you this time, cockslut. Fill you up with my load, nice and deep. I want you to feel me spill inside you, and you're gonna keep my cum in that slutty little pussy of yours all night. So if any other guy comes up to you and tries to get a feel, I want you to spread your legs and let him feel who's already inside you, so that they know you're already someone else's little cockslut."

His voice is raspy and deep, reveling in each moan you give as he swipes over your clit.

"Don't be so loud, babygirl. You don't everyone to know what a slut you are, do you? To know you're my pretty little cockslut, huh?" Jungkook questions, a smile in his voice as you screw your eyes shut, feeling your high nearing. "Open your mouth," he commands, and you're surprised with the faint taste of your own juices and the cotton of your panties as he shoves it into your mouth. You're gagged by it, and you know why because finally, he's using both hands, your leg pressing against his back to anchor him to you. He uses three fingers to stretch into you, feeling your walls spasming around the digits as his other hand rubs into you, thumb twirling the throbbing nub with fervor. A strange sensation that you're not familiar with washes over you right as you're about to climax.

Your eyes shoot open as you look down to your quivering legs, a muffled scream as you see liquids shoot out from your pussy, and soon enough you're drenching the sheets in your cum as you squirt everywhere.

Jungkook hisses in delight, continuing his ministrations, making you crumble beneath him. "Fuck, babygirl, give me that cum. Fucking drench yourself like a proper cockslut."

You convulse under him, feeling your energy drain as he milks you for all you're worth. It isn't until he's pushing your leg off his shoulder that you come down from your high, panting. Jungkook's hands are running over your thighs, bringing you back to reality.

"Shit, baby, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen," Jungkook grinned, eyes draping over your heaving form as he pulls the panties out of your mouth. His hand cups over your sex, making you shudder from the overstimulation as he continues to pet you. You don't complain, however, knowing how much he loved to see you grimace at overstimulation.

"I don't think I've ever squirted before," you admitted, voice breathy. His fingers travel through your folds, teasing the sensitive clit."Holy shit."

"I think you ruined the bed. Look at the mess you made," Jungkook said, enjoying the look on your face as you blushed from embarrassment. His hand was probably drenched now from being buried between your soaked thighs.

"Oh God, I should clean this up," you say, wrists twisting in their confinements as you try to sit up. Jungkook pushes you back down to the mattress, however, resulting in your body bouncing from the springs.

"No no no. We aren't done just yet," Jungkook says, eyes blown out like a cat's in the dark. "Y'know what I plan to do to you, babygirl?"

"What?" you question softly, squirming as you feel arousal flood back down, despite the fact you already orgasmed.

Jungkook shoves your knees apart, revealing your glistening heat to him, droplets of your orgasm still on your sweaty skin. "I plan to fuck you in your own cum," Jungkook growls, licking his lips at the sight, noticing how you automatically bucked your hips at the thought. "You'd like to get fucked in your own mess, wouldn't you cockslut?"

You nodded meekly, knowing you absolutely needed to get wrecked by him now. You desired the feeling of having him inside you. "Please, Jungkook. Fuck me. I want to feel you cum inside me," you say, wanting to touch him so badly. But because of your restraints, it would be difficult, and you knew if you attempted to get up under his grip he'd simply slap you back down to the ground.

Jungkook reaches over, hands pulling at your hair as he forces your gaze to lock with his. God, how both of you loved having your hair pulled. "That's right? You're gonna be my bitch and take it, right? Let me fill up your cunt, right?"

"Please, cum inside me, Jeon," you say, bucking your hips up once again. "I want you to cum inside me, nice and deep. Fucking fill me up like your bitch."

That seems to do it for him because soon enough he's unzipping his pants and pooling them around his knees along with his boxers, letting his erection spring free. "Fuck- you fucking asked for it," he says, stroking himself eagerly. He reaches under your thighs, forcing your ass up as you press against your upper back, legs in the air as he scoots forward, aligning himself with your entrance.

He places your feet on his shoulders, pushing over you as he forces you to bend more, and you groan at the feeling of him entering you.

"Goddamn, no matter how hard I fuck you, you're so tight," he hisses, pushing into you. "God, you feel so much better without a condom. I could be inside of you for the rest of my life, shit babygirl." You find the burn of the initial stretch so addicting, and you know he's right. No matter how hard or how many times he fucks your cunt, you still can't get used to the feeling of him entering you.

He towers over you, squatting over you as he begins to pound into you, letting out grunts as the hollow sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room. You're moaning so loudly again as he hits you impossibly deep, his hands on either side of your head as he thrusts roughly into you. He has no choice but to get the panties back, stuffing them roughly into your mouth. The cotton helps to absorb your screams, but muffled moans still come out, low groans emitting from your throat.

Jungkook's hand is gripped on your chin, forcing you to stare up at him as he pounds into you. His golden skin glistens with sweat, his bangs clinging to his forehead as he plows into your wrecked form. You feel tears slip down the corners of your eyes and onto the bed, the pleasure overtaking you as you feel his cock go impossibly deep inside of you. Your feet dangle beside his head, and your ass hurts from how hard his hips slap against it, the hard defined bone of his hips slapping against the flesh of your ass instead of his muscular thighs.

Jungkook forces your head to the side, pressing your face to the mattress, your cheek squished beneath the palm of his hand as he licks away the salty tear.

"Are you gonna cum again?" he questions, rasping into your ear.  "Are you gonna whine and beg for another orgasm like the greedy cockslut you are?"

You're unable to do anything but whine a muffled answer through the panties gagging you.

His hand travels between your bodies, the other hand still pressed against your face now gripping your hair, forcing you to look at his hand rubbing you as he pressed harder against you. "Fucking watch yourself cum on my cock. Cum for me, dirty girl."

The sensations are too much. His calloused hand, veiny and big, rubbing against you with such intensity it had you rolling your eyes to the back of your head. The hand tightly gripping your hair, forcing you to stare at the cock that repeatedly plunged into you, bottoming into you. The way his balls would slap against your ass with each thrust, and the lewd sounds of your wetness filling the room. That accompanied with the sounds of the mattress squeaking behind you and the headboard repeatedly slamming against the wall- it was overwhelming.

You came again, letting out a low groan as you tilted your head back against Jungkook's grip, legs shaking as he forced you to cum again. He continued pumping himself into you, letting go of your hair to wrap both arms around your legs, entering you ass deeply as he could.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, you feel so good babygirl," Jungkook hissed, letting his thrusts get sloppy. "I'm gonna cum. Shit, I'll fill up this slutty pussy so good."

You're sobbing, feeling him roughly hammer into you until his cock twitches inside of you, and he buries himself at the hilt, trying to get the head of his dick as deep into your womb as possible. You feel the white ropes of cum paint your walls as he spills his seed into you, and you let out a muffled gasp at the feeling. Jungkook grinds his hips, as though feeling how his dick felt against the cum coated walls, the head still buried deep into your womb.

"Fuck, oh my God," he groans, heaving as he slips your legs off of him, his dick softening inside of you. "Holy shit."

He looks up at you, your wrecked form, still completely naked and vulnerable beneath his gaze, hands tightly bound and legs far apart. He pulls the panties out of your mouth once again, but before he lets you gasp a single word he puts his fingers into your mouth, and you instinctively wrap your tongue around it, twirling it around the digits until he pulls them out and puts them back on your heat.

You crumble, flinching at the feeling. "Jungkook, I-"

"Shh, babygirl. One more for me, ok? You look so hot when you cum. I want to see my pretty little cockslut cum again," Jungkook pleaded.

You didn't protest, letting your hips raise as he rubs you intensely, letting one last orgasm wash over you as he rubs against you. The orgasm isn't nearly as powerful as the first one- hell, especially the first, but you enjoy the feeling nonetheless.

Jungkook stops toying with your overly abused clit but scoops up some of the cum that had pushed out of your quivering entrance. It trickled down to the bedsheets, and he pushes it back into you, not letting a drop go to waste.

"You like being filled with my cum, baby?" Jungkook questions, a mischevious smirk plastered over his face as he makes sure all of it remains inside of you.

"Feels great," you laugh. "I feel so full."

Jungkook laughs at that, pulling his pants up along with his boxers to tidy up. It was harder for you, especially when you saw Jungkook give you a cheeky wink as he stuffed your panties into his back pocket, and you knew he wasn't going to give them back to you tonight. Besides that, you were completely naked, and he remained for the most part fully clothed. Though there was something oddly hot about the fact.

"I'm gonna get going, if people see us leave the bedroom together both looking fucked out, it won't look very non-suspicious," Jungkook said.

"That's fine, I need to tend to my wounds anyway," you huff, waving him away. You were definitely going to have bruises by morning. He quickly leaves, and you hear him greet someone outside.

"Hey, Jungkook! Man, you got lucky tonight. Who was the girl?"

"Just some chick- don't worry about it," Jungkook laughed back. "I think I'll head home, I'm done for the night."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. You sticking around?"

"Probably not. Hoseok had to drive Xiyeon home, and y'know Lisa, she isn't really in the mood to go to a party if she doesn't plan on dancing with anyone who she'll actually sleep with."

"Yeah, yeah, I get you."

"Have you seen Y/N, though? I can't seem to find her anywhere."

"Maybe she's finally getting laid," Jungkook laid. "Anyways, I'll see you later. G'night."

"Night."

You hear the sound of footsteps leaving right as you finally slip your shirt back on, and you squeeze your thighs together, regrettably having to go camo with Jungkook's cum inside of you. You sigh, making your way to the door, figuring you can fix your fucked out look once you find a bathroom.

You walk right into Jimin, who gives you a shocked expression.

You're frozen, tense as he gives you a quick once over, analyzing your look as he processes the information. Your hand has a vice-like grip on the doorknob, and you feel like you're about to yank it off, prying it from the wooden door.

A slow grin stretches across Jimin's face as he looks to you, shifting his weight to one foot, his toothy smile cocky and smug as he folds his arms. "Just some chick, eh?"

[vampire-hubby]

hi, would you mind doing a murdoc x reader? 💘💗💝💖💓💞💕

!Oh my a request!!!! (I’ve never gotten one thank you so much I feel needed ;w;)(Phase one)

I couldn’t help but stare at my email. My mother had just emailed me for the first time in 3 months, and this is what she tells me: “Get married, you’re fucking 29.”

Really, woman. I don’t see you getting romantic with dad anymore.

My new apartment in the Upper East Side, in Manhattan, wasn’t the biggest, the brightest, or the nicest, but they had internet and good rent. I had only moved in a few weeks prior, and I finally set up my big, clunky desktop, which had become most of my life. I emailed people I didn’t even know from around the world, talking about almost anything with them, from the crappy content on MTV to when we could afford cell phones. I had been chatting for hours on end, hardly getting up except to eat and pee.

I closed out of my mother’s rude email with a rough click of my mouse, and entered my favorite chat room with four different people and me. I had never seen their faces.

Sara: Yoooo, wut’s taking u so long?

Dylan: Yea, where ru?

Imani: *sonic voice* Im waaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiting

(y/n): I was emailing mom. srry.

Bobbi: Its chill. hey, i got a friend from england who just got email. want me 2 let him in the chat?

Ooh, a new friend, I thought sarcastically. Bobbi had this thing where he’d bring in new people and then kick them out a bit later because they’d swear too much. I hoped this wasn’t the case.

Sara: I think thats ok, just dont let them swear.

Sara: seriously

Dylan: I didnt like the last chick u let in

Bobbi: Yea, srry bout that. He wont swear. He only does when hes tired.

Imani: pls let that be tru :(

(y/n): yea let him in.

I leaned back and waited for a solid 30 seconds, before I heard a trademark blip from the speakers.

Murdoc has joined the chat!

Nice name, bucko. Nice name

Murdoc: Hey, people.

(y/n): Greetings, Lord of Hell

Murdoc: nice, I get some respect.

Imani: OOooooooOOOOOh.

Bobbi: Hey man, wasup?

Sara: Dude, is that ur real name

Murdoc: Well, my older brother was named Hannibal

Bobbi: thats scary

Sara: what does ur name mean?

Murdoc: I heard it was irish or celtic or something. Seafarer, Seaman? idk

Imani: cool. do u like the ocean?

Bobbi: OCEAN MAN TAKE ME BY THE HAND

Murdoc: It’s nice i guess. I am overseas right now in NY. I’m in a concert

Sara: cool! isn’t (y/n) from Manhattan?

(y/n): I just moved up there, but ive been here so much i know everything.

Bobbi: guys get like a codeword and find eachother

Murdoc: What kind?

(y/n): seriously NY is so big I doubt murdoc can find me

Murdoc: are you going to any concerts soon?

Sara: dude Manhattan is 1/5 of NY itself

(y/n): Yeah the Gorillaz one

Murdoc: I’m going there too! That band is my heart and soul!

(y/n): u’d better not be the bass player, as your name suggests.

Murdoc: I’ll surprise you. Go to the entrance and when its 5 say ‘seaman’ you’ll find me:)

Imani: Oooooooooooh Murdoc and (y/n) have a date!!!!!

(y/n): my mom says i need to get married, so i’ll take it as a date. anything to make mother happy ;(

Bobbi: aww, sorry. hope u guys have fun

Sara: I gtg, dinner ready. hubbies special

Imani: same, I gotta work on my finals

Bobbi: Ive spen enough time on here. u 2 can talk if u want! bye bye!

Sara has left the chat.

Bobbi has left the chat.

Imani has left the chat.

(y/n): if this date goes well, im moving to england with u.

Murdoc: Great! you can see my car. You might not like my house though, its so fuckin run down,

(y/n): man u swore

Murdoc: the others aren’t on here i can do what i want

(y/n): true.

And I kept chatting for another hour. ‘Murdoc’ was somewhat nice, although he talked shit about his dad and brother. In a way, he was charming. He told smooth jokes that made me laugh until my side hurt. He also seemed to be a little bitter about romance, as he had an unfortunate experience with his friend’s girlfriend a few years back. I left the chat room because my eyes hurt too hard and my bad felt like it would snap. I signed off and headed to bed, staring and the Gorillaz concert ticket on my bulletin board. The concert was next week, and a shiver ran up my spine. I couldn’t wait to see them onstage. They really were a band to behold.

I rolled over and plopped a pillow on my head as the heater kicked in, a loud, angsty cluncki-click noise and thrummed wildly like an out-of-tune instrument.

The day soon came, and I knew I couldn’t be late. I had awoken early, and eaten my fair (and disgusting) share of all-bran cereal.

I opened my window, to the smell of exhaust, perfume, and cigarettes, and the sound of cars honking and driving.

The smell of cigarettes seemed different today. Perhaps the drugstore ran out of Camels. I went back to my room and pulled on my clothes, hoping to get a fresh start to the day, despite the fact I had awoken at 6:30. Ugh.

I went back to my computer and booted up Half-Life and began to play.

*****let me timeskip I’m lazy*****

4:55. and I had spent the last hour in traffic.

Man, people surely like Gorillaz or something. I had barely gotten there in time. I left at four, totally certain I’d beat traffic. Oh how wrong I was.

I went near the gate, holding my ticket and trying not to look suspicious to security. I had to wait a painstaking five minutes just to see the guy I was having my mystery first date with. The Gorillaz murals, however, were nothing short of wonderful, so at least I could spend time looking at them.

I felt a chill up my spine as I gripped my jacket closer, and my ticket tighter.

At last, it was 5. I stared at my watch, unable to believe it. It only dawned on me later on that I was supposed to do something, but what? Say something? What did Murdoc tell me in the chat, Dammit?

“Uh...” I looked around, and hesitantly called out,  “S-seaman?”

The security guard looked over at me, and raised a choppy eyebrow. “Say again?”

“Seaman. I’m supposed to say that and meet some-”

“Come with me,” He said shortly. “And I’ll take your ticket.”

“W-where am I going?” I asked.

“I was told about a special somebody here, and that she deserved a backstage pass with her new boyfriend,” He said simply. “Don’t worry, I’ll scan your ticket.” I fearfully handed the man the ticket, and he proceeded to lead me to a door that said ‘Backstage- security and band only.’

He opened the door. “Your friend is inside, but be careful. He may or may not be drunk.”

“He’s what-” but he slammed the door and and I was left in a dimly lit hallway.

I decided that there was nothing else to do besides walk down to the dressing rooms. And, like every idiot in every horror movie, I did.

My feet echoed louder than I wanted them to, and I shivered. I caught a whiff of that same cigarette smell from this morning, but I shook it away as I forced my feet to march to my inevitable fate. That hallway seemed to grow longer and longer, and I soon heard voices from a door I was approaching.

“-and I tell ya, the kiddo had blue hair like me! ‘e did!” a stuttery voice cheered

“D, he probably dyed it.” came a deeper one, probably from a black man.

“I know, but I fought it wazza’bit cool, eh?”

“Dents, get your sodding mind out of the gutter! I have a guest coming.” Ordered a gruff, angry voice.

“Watashi wa kireina josei ni aitaidesu!!” a Littler girl spoke, but I didn’t understand. Was she Asian or something?

“I know you do, babygirl, just wait.”

I knocked on the door, and the voices went silent.

It opened, and a little Japanese girl stood in the doorway, wearing a radio helmet and a jacket covered in patches that was too big for her.

“Anata wa kireina joseidesu ka?“ She asked

“Umm..” I stared at her.

“She jus; asked yew if yew were the pretty lady Mu’doc’s been talkin’ bout.” said a voice from inside.

“I don’t know if I’m pretty, but can I see Murdoc?” I hunched my shoulders.

“Ē! Kare wa koko ni iru -“

“Let her in, Noodle.” came the gruff voice, and I head a metal chair creak.

“Ā, daijōbu, Murdoc!” the little girl stepped aside and grinned at me. ‘Noodle’ looked too young to be with these men.

And then it hit me once I walked in.

I stood face to face with a man in his thirties. His nose was a lumpy mess, and his eyes lay just under his greasy black bangs, one red and one brown. He scratched a tanned cheek and grinned a crocodile, crooked-toothed grin. He wore a sweat-stained grey shirt, displaying his tattoo-covered arms. He had oddly trimmed white fingernails, which fiddled with a guitar pick. His ripped jeans seemed too small, and he had a pair of Cuban heels on his feet.

“You must be (y/n),” Murdoc seemed to play with my name on his snakey tongue. “It’s me, from the chat room.”

(sorry to end off on a cliffhanger)

[magusofthefork]

Rastakhan Card Review

I thought I’d go over some of the cards I find interesting in the upcoming card set.

Since I’m not interested in any of the druid class cards I’m going to start with Hunter. I am really looking forward to playing hunter in this set. There are a lot of beast synergy cards and I have enjoyed playing beast hunter in the past.

This weapon is very strong for hunter. Definitely an auto-include in beast hunter decks but I wouldn’t be surprised if it  saw play in every hunter deck. Hunter doesn’t have a lot of weapons so even mediocre weapons are really good for them.

There are two ways I see of playing this card. The first way is just as a decent value card in a beast hunter deck, trade off some beasts and get them back or play with unleash the hounds to get twice as many hounds. That is probably how I’ll end up using it but it can also be used as a combo card in deathrattle hunter, ideally played after Flarks Boom Cannon so you can keep your huge minions after they clear the board but it can also just be used with cards like carnivorous cube to get more devilsaurs.

I am not confident this card will be good unfortunately. While the effect is really good it is unfortunately a 3 drop and beast hunter has a lot of good 3 drops including a new one that might be really strong.

I like Zul’jin he’s like a more controlled yogg and I’m sure he’ll see play in spell hunter decks but I can’t see myself playing him while I still have Deathstalker Rexxar as an option but we’ll see.

On to mage. Mage has some cards pushing for a new hero power archetype that we haven’t seen since GTG (and it wasn’t really good in constructed back then). The thing I want to do with these cards is Odd Hero Power Mage. I think combining these new cards with an upgraded hero power seems like a fun strategy though it may not work. I’ll also try it out in wild since I still have all the good inspire cards from GTG.

With Baku the 3 drop will have an easier time activating, the 1 drop will deal 3 damage for 3 mana and Jan’Alai will only need me to use my hero power 4 times in a game to activate. By running baku I do miss out on using the spirit but I don’t think the spirit is that great and certainly not better than Baku.

Most of the Paladin cards are either big spells or healing and even if I was interested in making those decks I do not have the supporting cards from other sets to make it work. So I’m not interested in any of the paladin cards except for one.

Back in ungoro I opened the Paladin Quest and at the start of each expansion I try to make it work, so far its always been bad but immortal prelate might give it what it needs to be playable, its main problem is that the quest often cannot win on its own so it needs a backup wincon and Immortal Prelate provides that. Will quest pally finally be playable? Probably not but I’m going to try it anyway!

On to Priest. One meme deck I have always had is steal priest, a deck that only runs cards that steal or copy opponents cards and Rastakhan is adding two cards for the deck.

Seance is going straight into that deck. I ran convert before and it was okay but Seance being able to target minions I’ve already copied/stolen is a big deal and makes the card much better.

Unfortunately I don’t actually think Princess Talanji will be going in the deck unless I happen to open one. I don’t think the card is bad but I also don’t think the card is good enough to make me want to craft it for the deck.

Those aren’t the only priest cards I am interested in from this set. A deck I tried to get to work in the frozen throne meta was Zoo-Priest and I was actually quite surprised that it wasn’t actually that bad, not a meta strength deck but not trash either. Since then priest hasn’t really gotten a lot that makes me want to try it again but Rastakhan has changed that.

Surrender to Madness is the main thing that makes me want to try zoo priest again. Giving +2/+2 to all the minions in your deck is incredibly strong, as we know it is from seeing rogues bounce keleseth the downside of this card is that it destroys your mana crystals which sets you back quite a bit but I think if the curve of the deck is very low you could minimize this cost quite a bit.

Spirt of the Dead is the other card that I think will make zoo priest work. Play this trade off some minions and then play your surrender to madness and enjoy drawing some beefy 1 drop minions. If nothing else this deck will be fun to try out.

I’ll be skipping out on rogue as I don’t really care for pirate rogue and there isn’t much else there. Shaman doesn’t have much I find interesting either so on to Warlock and I am really happy that finally we have some controlled discard effects. I enjoyed playing disco-lcok back in the Karazhan meta but the one thing I always wanted for the deck was a way to somewhat control my discards and we finally have cards that do that.

Reckless Diretroll and Shriek both discard only the lowest cost card in your hand which allows for more control over what is discarded and ideally I want that card to be the clutchmother which being only a 2 cost shouldn’t be too difficult. I think more of these style of discard cards might also make it possible for control discard warlocks to exist but as it is now I think we’ll be stuck with zoo and maybe midrange. I’ll be trying this deck out in standard and maybe wild too.

I have no interest in warrior this time around so on to neutrals!

Da Undatakah is easily my favourite legendary of the set and I can already think of 2 decks I want to put this in. The first deck is deathrattle hunter which actually doesn’t have that many different deathrattle effects (I don’t run eggs in mine) meaning undatakah will just copy the few really powerful deathrattles that are in there. The second deck I want to put this in is Hadronox druid, at the moment I only have 3 deathrattes which means I can essentially use this as a second hadronox being an 8 drop it does compete for space in the deck as I already have 2 primodial drakes and lich king but I think I can squeeze it in.

I want to talk about this card not because I want to play it. I don’t and outside of arena I don’t think I will play it. The reason I want to talk about it is I’ve seen people claim this card is terrible and I don’t think it is because thanks to tavern brawl I’ve played against this effect before and it was horrible to play against. For those of you who don’t remember that card was Spectral Steed. From the Headless Horseman Tavern brawl

(Note: Sorry for the card being so big here I don’t know how to resize cards in tumblr and due to getting this card image from a different source its much bigger.) Spectral Steed could really mess up combat math, it often forced me into making bad trades because I had to get it off the board and I couldn’t reliably kill it with what I wanted to. This is actually stronger than the steed to since the steed only affected minions and this can redirect hero attacks. So yeah I think people are underrating this effect.

Finally I wanted to talk about this card. Drakkari Trickster is great for both Burgle Rogue and Steal Priest, it has strong stats and those decks can utilize their opponents cards better than the opponent cant utilize their cards.

If you’ve read this far I want to thank you for reading through this post. Its nice to know someone found my opinions on cards interesting. I’ll revisit this once the new meta has settled and see how these thoughts lined up with reality. It’ll be fun to look back on.