#was already used to the rules of 'dont go out at night' and 'stay on busy and well lit paths'

[djevelbl]

My dad just came into my room to ask me if he could drink one of the small sodas I have in the fridge (haven't gotten around to watching the trsmp end event vods lmao), telling me he can replace whatever he drinks bc he has the money...

SIR. IF U CAN BUY IT URSELF THEN WHY TF ARE U ASKING IF U CAN DRINK MY SHIT. GO BUY IT FOR URSELF TOMORROW LIKE THE FUCKING REST OF US 😭😭😭

[citrine-elephant]

safety is so important, but rebelling is so freeing

[tokkiwrites]

"Summer nights like this had a way of unfolding secrets. The kind of nights when the air hung heavy with pine and smoke, the moon glinting like a shy voyeur against the rippling surface of the lake. This wasn’t your first time at the Washington family cabin, but it was the first time that everything felt different. No parents. No rules. And, worst of all, no escape from the fact that Josh Washington was here, and he wasn’t yours."

summary: Your best friend invites you to their annual summer trip to the family cabin in the mountains—something you've done before. But this year is different: no parents. After years of secretly harboring feelings for your best friend’s brother, Josh, you decide this is the perfect chance to finally confess.

tags: best friend's brother!joshua washington x f!reader, childhood crush, both josh and reader like each other but act oblivious (josh more than reader), reader is low key obsessed with josh, minor age gap, alternative universe where Hannah and Beth are still alive, some angst, p in v (protected), virginity loss (reader), kind of fluff, josh talks you through it (yummy!!), fingering (f receiving), idiots in love 🫶🏻

/ᐠ - ˕ -マ⁩ tokkis note 𑁯 ✿ hey... how yall doing... the rami malek fever is so real i had to write something. so i did. 6,45k words to be more exact, teehee! i dont quite know what this is, but i had fun writing it, like it got me giggling and shit so yeah 💀 if you see any typos close your eyes, forget you saw anything. enjoy!

7th grade. That was when you stopped thinking of Josh Washington as just Hannah’s annoying older brother. Between the way he stayed behind after soccer practice to teach you how to kick a penalty and the smirk he threw over his shoulder, like he knew you were watching him. The first time when you actually considered Josh not being a jerk like other boys. In 9th grade, he became the hottest guy you had ever met. or maybe you just got so used to his face that you didn't want to look at other boys. Fast forward to now, you're starting college in one month, and things have changed in a way. maybe for the worstㅡ because he's all you can think about.

��You’re staring again.” Hannah’s voice snaps you out of your daze. She’s grinning, nudging your ribs as the two of you sit on the couch in the cabin. “You’re so obvious.” You blink and turn toward her, cheeks heating. “I—I wasn’t staring!”

“Oh, you were,” she teases, popping a chip into her mouth. “What is it this time? The hair? The jawline? Or did you finally notice his arms? I mean, have you seen him chop firewood? That’s peak Josh.”

“Hannah!” You hiss, smacking her arm. She only laughs, and you can’t help but roll your eyes. But she’s not wrong. Somewhere between your senior year of high school and now, Josh had gone from the boy who made stupid puns to the man who could take your breath away just by walking into a room. Unfortunately, it seems like he doesn’t notice.

“Still no move, huh?” Hannah says, lowering her voice. “You’re not seriously going to spend another summer in silent agony, are you?” You sigh. “What am I supposed to say? ‘Hey, Josh, remember me? The girl who used to wear braces and cried when I lost my retainer? Cool. Wanna make out?’” Hannah snorts so loudly that Beth, sitting nearby with her book, looks over with a frown. “What are you two laughing about now?”

“Nothing,” you and Hannah say in unison, though she’s still stifling giggles. Beth looks at you both, arching a brow. “Sure,” she says, clearly unconvinced, but she doesn’t push. She returns to her book, leaving you free to squirm under Hannah’s knowing gaze.

Josh doesn’t stick around to witness your humiliation. He’s already disappeared into the kitchen, and the sound of the fridge opening and the clinking of bottles is the only thing tethering you to the moment. “Do something this trip,” Hannah murmurs, leaning close so Beth doesn’t overhear. “Seriously. You’ve been mooning over him since forever. And now—” she waves a hand at the open windows, the twilight stretching wide like a stage—“this is your moment.”

“Hannah, it’s not like that,” you say, but even you don’t believe it. Not when your heart skips every time Josh is within ten feet of you. “It’s exactly like that,” she shoots back, voice low but insistent. “He likes you, too, you know.” You look at her sharply. “What?”

“Oh, don’t give me that face,” Hannah says, rolling her eyes. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He’s just... Josh. Oblivious as hell.”

You’re about to argue, to tell her she’s wrong, that there’s no way Joshua Washington— carefree, clever, confident Josh, could ever see you like that. But before you can, his voice carries from the kitchen. “You two plotting something?” Your breath hitches, and Hannah, ever the instigator, grins. “Maybe,” she calls back. Josh reappears, beer in hand, and leans against the doorway. His green eyes flick between the two of you, and for a moment, you swear they linger on you. “Well, don’t blow up the cabin,” he says with a crooked smile before heading out onto the porch.

That night, the cabin settled into quiet. Beth retires early, Hannah tucked away in the room you’re sharing, and yet you can’t sleep. Your thoughts swirl—images of Josh’s hands, the way his eyes looked into yours, his voice, smooth and teasing, the way his smile felt like a hook tugging you somewhere you shouldn’t want to go.

The room feels suffocating, the summer heat pressing against your skin. You slip out of bed as quietly as you can, grabbing a towel and slipping into your swimsuit. The lake isn’t far. You’ve been there a hundred times before, but tonight, it feels like it’s waiting just for you. The water is cold when you first step in, but it’s a welcome relief, a shock that clears your head. You wade in deeper, letting the towel drop onto the shore, and soon, the swimsuit feels like too much. You hesitate, glancing back toward the cabin, but it’s silent and still. “Just you and the lake,” you whisper to yourself. The swimsuit peels away, and the water envelops you like a second skin. You float, staring up at the sky, letting the cool liquid carry the weight of your thoughts.

But then a voice shatters the stillness.

“Didn’t take you for a midnight swimmer.”

You jolt, water sloshing as you whirl toward the shore. Josh is standing there, hands in his pockets, his head cocked in that infuriatingly casual way he always manages. “Josh!” You shriek, sinking deeper into the water. “What are you doing out here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he says, stepping closer to the water’s edge. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“Something like that,” you mutter, your cheeks burning even as the water cools your skin. His eyes sweep over the lake, lingering just long enough to make your heart race. “You always were full of surprises,” he says softly, almost to himself. “Are you just going to stand there and watch me, or are you joining?” you ask before you can think better of it. The question hangs in the air, bold and daring, and for a moment, you think you’ve scared him off. But then he grins.

“Alright.”

You watch, half in awe, as he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the toned lines of his chest and the faint trail of scars along his ribs. He doesn’t stop there, shucking off his jeans until he’s left in his boxers.

The water ripples as he drops in, and suddenly, he’s closer than you expected, the space between you charged with something you can’t quite name. “This is nice,” he says, his voice quieter now, almost reverent. You nod, the words caught in your throat. “Do you ever feel like...” He trails off, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “Like there’s something just out of reach? Like you want to grab it, but you’re scared of what happens if you do?”

Your heart thuds. “All the time.” His gaze shifts to you, his expression unreadable. For a moment, you think he’s going to say something—something that will change everything. Instead, he leans back, letting himself float. “Good thing we’ve got the whole summer,” he murmurs.

You’re not sure if he’s talking to you or himself. But one thing is clear: you’ll spend every moment of this summer trying to pull him closer.

The next morning, the cabin feels alive with the quiet rustle of summer. Birds trill in the trees, and sunlight pours through the open windows, a golden invitation to start the day. Hannah is already on the deck with a cup of coffee, scrolling on her phone when you step out. “You’re up early,” she says, not looking up. You shrug, trying to hide how restless you’d been all night after what happened at the lake. “Couldn’t sleep.”

She raises a brow but doesn’t press. “Josh is down at the dock,” she says, nodding toward the lake. “Probably sulking. You know how he gets.”

You hesitate. “Why’s he sulking?”

She snorts. “Because the rest of the group isn’t getting here until tomorrow. You’d think one day without his entourage wouldn’t kill him.” You glance toward the lake. the memory of last night. Josh’s quiet words, the way the moonlight danced in his eyes, it's still fresh in your mind. “You should go,” Hannah says, smirking now. “Cheer him up. Or stare at him some more. Whatever works.”

“Hannah!” But she’s already gone, slipping back into the cabin and leaving you with no choice but to head toward the dock.

Josh is sitting on the edge of the wooden dock, his feet dangling in the water. The air smells like cedar and the faint tang of sunscreen. for a moment, you almost turn back. But then he glances over his shoulder and sees you. “Morning,” he says, his voice softer than usual. “Hey,” you say, stepping onto the dock and sitting a few feet away. For a while, neither of you speak. The lake stretches out before you, endless and still, and it feels like the world has shrunk to just the two of you.

“Big day ahead of us,” Josh says eventually, his tone laced with sarcasm. “Yeah,” you reply, matching his smile. “So many exciting activities. Staring at trees. Staring at water. Staring at each other.” He laughs, and the sound is warm and unexpected. “Careful. I might think you’re obsessed with me.” Your stomach flips, but you keep your voice light. “Who says I’m not?”

Josh looks at you then, really looks at you, and for a second, you wonder if you’ve said too much. But instead of teasing, his expression softens. “I don’t get you sometimes,” he says quietly.

“What do you mean?” He shrugs, kicking at the water. “You’re just...different. Not like everyone else.” oh boy. “Good different or bad different?” you ask, your heart in your throat. Josh doesn’t answer right away. His gaze shifts to the endless forest, and when he finally speaks, his voice pangs through you.

“Good,” he says. "Definitely good.”

The rest of the day is a blur of lazy activities—helping Beth organize the kitchen, listening to Hannah’s playlist on the deck, and avoiding Josh just enough to keep your heart from imploding. By sunset, the air is thick with the anticipation of the group’s arrival tomorrow. Hannah flops onto the couch beside you, phone in hand. “Sam says they’re leaving first thing in the morning,” she says. “So, enjoy the quiet while it lasts.”

“Quiet?” Beth calls from the kitchen, laughing. “Have you met us?” Hannah rolls her eyes. “You know what I mean. Tomorrow it’s going to be chaos. Jess and Emily bickering, Chris and Ashley pretending they’re not totally in love, Matt trying to keep the peace...and then there’s Josh.”

“What about Josh?” You ask before you can stop yourself. Hannah gives you a look. “You tell me.”

That night, you find yourself back at the lake, drawn by the same restless energy that kept you up the night before. You don’t plan on skinny dipping again—it feels too risky with everyone around—but the water calls to you anyway, soothing and eternal.

And maybe, just maybe, Josh feels the same right now.

You’re sitting on the shore, toes dipping into the cool water when you hear footsteps behind you. “Couldn’t sleep again?” You don’t have to turn around to know it’s him. “I could say the same to you,” you reply, glancing back. Josh sits beside you, his shoulder brushing yours, and the warmth of him is enough to set your skin buzzing. “It’s weird, isn’t it?” he says after a while.

“What is?”

“Being back here. Without... you know. Adults. Rules.” You nod, the weight of his words settling over you. “Feels different.”

“Yeah,” he says, his voice quieter now. “Makes you think about stuff.”

“Like what?” you ask, heart pounding.

Josh doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he picks up a stone and skips it across the water. One, two, three perfect skips before it sinks. “Like what happens next,” he says finally. “For all of us. Feels like everything’s about to change.”

You don’t know what to say to that. So, instead, you reach for your own stone, throwing it as hard as you can. It skips once before plunking into the water. “Guess I’ll just have to stick around and figure it out,” you say, keeping your voice light.

Josh looks at you, his eyes shadowed and searching, and for a moment, you think he’s going to say something. what you want to hear, maybe. something important. But instead, he smiles, that same lopsided grin that’s been haunting your dreams for years. “Good,” he says.

“I’d miss you otherwise.”

The cabin feels too small the moment the others arrive. It’s a blur of bodies, laughter, and chaos as the others spill into the space, dragging in bags, cooler boxes, and enough energy to wake the dead. It’s not that you mind them—you’ve known most of Josh’s friends for years, but something about the way the cabin hums now feels different. The tight, intimate bubble you’d shared with Josh, Hannah, and Beth is gone, replaced by noise and the easy rhythm of their group. You feel...adrift, to say the least. And watching Josh slip seamlessly back into his role as the charismatic center of attention only makes it worse.

By the time night falls, the cabin is alive with music, the sharp pop of bottle caps, and the low buzz of conversation. You find yourself perched in a corner of the living room, a half-empty drink in hand, watching the others like a ghost at your own party.

Josh is at the center of it all, as always. He’s standing near the couch, laughing at something Sam said, and the sound is enough to send your stomach twisting into knots. Sam, of course, is radiant—effortlessly pretty in her cropped sweatshirt, her hair catching the light like spun gold. She’s animated, gesturing with her hands, and every time Josh leans closer to hear her, you feel like the room tilts off its axis. “Hey,” Hannah says, sliding in next to you with a knowing look. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you lie, taking a sip of your drink. Hannah snorts. “Subtle.” You glance at her, frowning. “What?”

“You know what,” she says, tilting her head toward Josh and Sam. “Seriously, if you’re going to keep looking at him like that, you might as well do something about it.”

“I’m not looking at him,” you protest weakly. Hannah rolls her eyes. “Sure. And I’m not your best friend.” She pauses, watching you for a moment before her expression softens. “Look, you’re not exactly subtle when it comes to Josh. But for what it’s worth? I think he’s just as clueless about how he feels as you are.” Her words settle into your chest, a mix of hope and frustration, but before you can respond, Jess calls out from the other side of the room.

“Hey! Who’s up for Spin the Bottle?” You couldn’t escape it, let's be honest.

You don’t know how it happens, but somehow, you end up in the circle. Maybe it’s the drinking, or maybe it’s Hannah giving you a pointed nudge as everyone sits on the floor, but before you know it, you’re sandwiched between her and Ashley, your pulse pounding in your ears. Josh is directly across from you, his green eyes bright in the firelight. Sam is to his left, Jess to his right, and the knot in your stomach tightens. “Okay, ground rules,” Jess says, grinning wickedly. “No chickening out. You spin, you kiss. Period.”

There’s a chorus of laughter and a few groans, but no one protests. Chris goes first, spinning the bottle with dramatic flair. It lands on Ashley, who blushes furiously but leans in to kiss him. The group erupts in cheers and wolf whistles, and you can’t help but smile despite yourself.

One by one, the bottle makes its rounds. Jess and Emily kiss, Matt kisses Ashley despite him protesting, and eventually, it’s Josh’s turn. He spins the bottle with a lazy flick of his wrist, the glass neck twirling endlessly before it slows, stops, and lands on Sam.

Your stomach drops.

“Oh, come on,” Jess says, clapping her hands. “This is gonna be good.” Josh raises an eyebrow, glancing at Sam. She shrugs, smiling, and leans forward.

You can’t look away.

Their lips meet in a brief, playful kiss—nothing dramatic, nothing earth-shattering. but it’s enough. Enough to make your chest ache, your fingers tighten around the drink in your hand. When they pull apart, everyone cheers again, and Josh laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Your turn,” he says, handing the bottle to Sam. But you don’t care. You’re too busy swallowing the lump in your throat, trying to ignore the way your vision blurs at the edges.

Later, when the game ends and the group begins to disperse, you slip outside, the cool night air a welcome relief from the suffocating cabin. The lake stretches out before you, dark and endless, and for a moment, you let yourself breathe.

“You okay?” The voice startles you, and you turn to see Josh standing there, hands in his pockets. “I’m fine,” you say quickly, brushing at your eyes. He frowns, stepping closer. “You sure? You looked kind of...I don’t know, off.” You force a laugh, crossing your arms. “I’m fine, Josh. Really.” For a moment, he just looks at you, his brow furrowed like he’s trying to figure out a puzzle.

“You’re a terrible liar,” he says softly. The words hit harder than they should, and before you can stop yourself, you snap. “What do you want me to say, Josh? That I didn’t love watching you kiss Sam? That it didn’t suck seeing you two all cozy earlier?” His eyes widen, caught off guard, and for a second, you regret everything. But then his expression shifts—something softer, something almost...guilty.

“I didn’t...” He trails off, running a hand through his hair. “I wasn’t trying to...” You shake your head, wrapping your arms tighter around yourself. “Forget it. It’s not your fault.” Josh hesitates, like he’s weighing his next words carefully. “I wasn’t trying to hurt you,” he says finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

You glance at him, your heart aching at the look in his eyes—conflicted, searching. “I know,” you say quietly. “It’s fine. Really.” But it’s not fine. And as you turn back toward the cabin, leaving Josh standing by the lake, you can’t help but wonder if this summer is going to break you before it’s over.

The sun hung low in the sky, painting the cabin in hues of orange and gold. The group was scattered—Jess and Emily were bickering over sunscreen, Chris and Ashley were curled up on the deck talking in low tones, and Sam was by the lake with Hannah, skipping stones. It was all too perfect, too idyllic, except for the hollow ache in your chest.

Josh had been avoiding you all day.

It wasn’t like he was being obvious about it—Josh had a knack for slipping into conversations, filling the room with his sharp wit and charm like nothing was wrong. But you felt it. In the way his eyes would dart past you when you entered a room, the way his laugh seemed just a little louder when you weren’t around.

And maybe you were just as bad, lurking in the corners, pretending not to notice how often he touched Sam’s arm when they talked.

Written across your heart was all of your will to make him see—make him realize there was no in-between. There was either you and him, or the hollow echo of “I’m so sorry for your loss.” And wasn’t that what it felt like already? Like mourning something that never got the chance to live?

But it was his fault, wasn’t it?

For making you want him so much that your heart bled angel tears. For teaching your lips to sing sweet once-upon-a-times about a boy who was all sharp edges and hidden softness, who didn’t realize how much space he took up in your world.

By late afternoon, you found yourself back at the lake. It had become your refuge, the only place where you could breathe without the weight of Josh’s absence pressing against your ribs. Your toes skimmed the water’s edge, the cool ripples kissing your skin. You weren’t thinking about anything in particular—just the endless horizon, the way the light danced on the surface of the lake. But then a voice broke through your thoughts.

“You hiding out here now?” You didn’t have to turn around to know it was him. Again.

“Maybe I am,” you said, your voice sharper than you intended. Josh sighed, stepping closer. You could feel the heat of him at your back, the way his presence wrapped around you even when you didn’t want it to. “Look,” he said finally, his voice softer. “About the other night...” You turned to face him, cutting him off. “It’s fine, Josh. You don’t owe me an explanation.”

“Yes, I do.” His eyes—those endless green eyes—searched yours, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “No, you don’t,” you said, forcing a smile. “We’re friends. That’s all we’ve ever been, right?”

Josh flinched, like the word “friends” was a physical blow. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said quietly. For a moment, you believed. But then you shook your head, stepping away. “You didn’t, Josh,” you said. “I’m fine.”

That night, the group decided to make a bonfire by the lake. The air was thick with laughter, the sharp scent of burning wood mingling with the sweetness of roasted marshmallows.

You sat with Hannah and Beth, listening as Chris tried to tell a ghost story that kept getting interrupted by Jess’s sarcastic commentary. Josh was across the fire, sitting next to Sam. He wasn’t touching her, wasn’t even looking at her, but it didn’t matter.

Your hair cascaded like Niagara under the firelight, your lips so soft—even if he had never felt them under his. Josh couldn’t stop looking at you. Your eyes glowed like an eternity, and your voice—when you laughed at something - it was the only antidote he’d ever had for all those sleepless nights.

He didn’t know how to fix this.

Didn’t know how to reach across the chasm that had opened between you since that stupid game of Spin the Bottle. And maybe it was selfish—maybe it was cruel—but he wanted you to look at him the way you used to. Like he was something worth believing in.

The fire burned low as the group began to drift off, one by one. Eventually, it was just you and Josh, the silence between you heavy and unspoken. “Shouldn’t you be with Sam?” you asked, your tone biting. Josh frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” you said quickly, standing. “I’m going to bed.” But before you could leave, his hand shot out, catching your wrist. “Wait,” he said, his voice urgent. You froze, refusing to look at him. “Can we just—” He hesitated, his grip loosening. “Can we talk?” You pulled away, your chest tightening. “Not tonight, Josh.” He didn’t stop you this time, and as you walked back to the cabin, you felt the weight of his gaze on your back.

Neither of you slept that night.

The stars were muted behind a veil of clouds, the air heavy with the promise of rain. The cabin was quieter now. Days of forced smiles and lingering silences had worn you thin, and tonight, you found yourself outside again, pacing the gravel path that led to the lake.

You didn’t mean to cry.

It started as an ache in your chest, spreading to your throat until the tears came unbidden, hot, and relentless. You wiped at them furiously, hating the way they betrayed you, but the anger only made it worse.

How could he be so blind?

You heard footsteps behind you, familiar and deliberate. You didn’t need to turn around to know it was Josh. “Go away,” you said, your voice raw.

He didn’t.

“Hey,” he said softly, his tone careful, like he was afraid you’d shatter if he spoke too loud. “What’s wrong?” You laughed bitterly, the sound hollow in the stillness. “You really have to ask?” Josh shifted, running a hand through his hair. “Look, if this is about—”

“It’s not about Sam!” you snapped, whirling to face him. “It’s about you, Josh. It’s always about you.” His brows furrowed, confusion flickering in his green eyes. “What are you talking about?” You threw your hands up, frustration spilling over. “Do you know what it’s like? To feel like you’re screaming into the void, hoping, praying, that someone will hear you? To love someone so much that it hurts, only for them to act like you don’t even exist?” Josh’s expression shifted, the confusion replaced by something deeper, something raw.

“I—”

“You don’t get it,” you interrupted, your voice breaking. “You never have. And maybe that’s my fault. Maybe I should’ve said something years ago, but I didn’t, and now... now I can’t even look at you without feeling like I’m suffocating.” The tears came harder now, and you didn’t bother to stop them. Josh took a step closer, his jaw tight, but he didn’t speak. “Say something,” you demanded, your voice trembling. “Anything.”

He didn’t.

The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, until you shook your head, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. “Of course,” you said, turning away. “Why did I even expect—” But before you could take another step, his hand caught your arm, spinning you back toward him.

And then he kissed you.

It wasn’t soft.

It was desperate, messy, like he was trying to say all the words he couldn’t find through the press of his lips. His hands cradled your face, grounding you even as the world seemed to tilt beneath your feet. For a moment, you froze, too stunned to move. But then your hands found his shirt, clutching the fabric like it was the only thing keeping you from falling apart. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath uneven.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner. I’m sorry I made you feel like this.” Your chest ached, the anger draining from your body as quickly as it had come. “Josh,” you started, but he cut you off, his green eyes locking onto yours. “I don’t deserve you,” he said, his voice cracking. “I know I don’t. But you’re all I think about. You always have been.” The words broke something in you, and the tears came again, but this time, they weren’t born of anger or frustration. “Then why didn’t you say anything?” you asked, your voice trembling. “Because I’m a coward,” he admitted, a humorless laugh escaping his lips. “Because I’m an idiot who didn’t realize what he had until he almost lost it.” You stared at him, your heart pounding in your chest.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he said, his hands still framing your face. “I can’t.” You didn’t trust yourself to speak, so you did the only thing you could: you kissed him.

This time, it was softer, slower, filled with all the things you couldn’t put into words. And when you pulled back, his lips curved into a small, hesitant smile. “Does this mean you’ll stop avoiding me?” you asked, your voice shaking with a mix of laughter and tears. Josh chuckled, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “You'll start wishing I would."

The first low rumble of thunder rolled across the sky as you and Josh lingered, the sound so faint at first that you barely noticed it. But then it came again, louder this time, accompanied by a flash of light on the horizon, pulling you both from your kiss. You glanced up at the clouds gathering above, your chest tightening. Josh followed your gaze, a grin tugging at his lips. “You afraid of a little rain?” Before you could respond, the heavens opened up. The rain came in a sudden, torrential downpour, drenching you both in seconds. You yelped, the cold droplets soaking through your clothes as Josh let out a startled laugh. “Come on!” he shouted over the sound of the rain, grabbing your hand.

He led you up the path, past the cabin and deeper into the woods where a small gazebo stood, tucked beneath a canopy of trees. The structure was simple but charming, with its whitewashed beams and ivy creeping up the sides. Inside was a weathered but cozy couch, draped with soft blankets that someone—Hannah, probably—had left there.

You stumbled under the shelter just as another crack of thunder split the sky. The sound was deafening, but you couldn’t help laughing as you leaned against one of the beams, rainwater dripping from your hair and clothes. Josh stood across from you, his hands on his hips, his shirt clinging to his chest in a way that made your heart race all over again. His hair was a mess, dark strands sticking to his forehead, and yet he looked unfairly good—smiling at you like this was the best night of his life.

“Well,” he said, shaking water from his hair, “so much for staying dry.” You rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around yourself. “You think?” He stepped closer, his grin softening into something warmer. “Here.” He reached for one of the blankets on the couch, shaking it out before draping it over your shoulders. His fingers brushed your arms as he adjusted it, and you shivered, though it wasn’t from the rain. “Thanks,” you murmured, your voice quieter now.

Josh sat beside you on the couch, his arm resting along the back as he leaned into the cushions. The rain pattered against the roof of the gazebo, a rhythmic hum that filled the silence between you. “You know,” he said after a moment, his voice low, “I kind of like this.” You glanced at him, eyebrows raised. “Getting caught in a thunderstorm?”

“No,” he said, chuckling. “Being here. With you.” You looked away, focusing on the rain streaking down the gazebo’s wooden beams. “Josh...” “Hey,” he said, his voice softer now. You felt his hand brush against yours, tentative, like he was testing the waters. “Look at me.” You turned to face him, your eyes meeting his. The rain softened the world around you, muting everything except the warmth in his gaze.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. It was just the two of you, sitting close on that old couch, the rain falling like a curtain around the gazebo. You could feel it, that familiar warmth creeping up within you, curling in your stomach every time Josh was near. Your heart thuds as his rough palm drags itself up your exposed thigh. Before you could stop yourself, the words rushed out of your mouth. “I’m a virgin!” Your face flushed a deep crimson as soon as the words left your lips, and you immediately covered your face with your hands in embarrassment.

Josh froze for a beat, his hand still resting on your thigh. You could feel his gaze on you, but you didn’t dare look up. And then, to your surprise, you heard him laugh softly, the sound low and warm. “Wait... really?” he asked, his voice filled with amusement but also something softer, something affectionate.

You peeked up at him, still hiding half of your face behind your hands, the flush on your cheeks deepening. “Yeah, really,” you mumbled, not sure whether you were embarrassed or relieved to finally say it out loud. Josh’s grin widened, and there was a playful glint in his eyes as he leaned a little closer. “I gotta admit, that’s a little... surprising.” He paused, his tone teasing but gentle. “But, hey, no rushing." Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of him being your first. You nodded, your eyes searching his face, still unsure whether to be embarrassed or... maybe a little proud?

His hand gently moved from your thigh to rest on your knee, his thumb brushing over your skin in slow, reassuring circles. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he said quietly, his voice soft. “I'm not trying anything unless you want to.” You looked up at him, meeting his gaze, and found only kindness there— no teasing, no judgment, just understanding. And somehow, that made everything feel a little easier. "I do want to... you know.." The words won't come out. “Still,” you muttered, “it’s... kind of awkward, don’t you think?” Josh chuckled, that warm smile never leaving his face. “Don't think so” he said, his voice low and serious now, “if you’re gonna share something like that with anyone, I’m glad it could be me."

You nod, scooting closer to him, palms now flush on his chest. his eyes scan your every inch, and you try to look away, but he captures your lips into another kiss. his lips trail down to your neck with a low "can I?" And you hum, trying your best to stay quiet as you get used to the feeling.

in no time, you're under him, both entangled, half naked and out of breath. he finally pulls off your panties, tossing them to the floor as he spreads your cunt wide open with two of his fingers, and god, you looked so erotic, all shying away as he loomed over, fingers playing with your pussy. "You ever touched yourself like this before?" You nod, bottom lip captive between your teeth. "J-just a little..." Oh, god. "You're so beautiful, fuckㅡ" And he's already losing his mind. Nights of fantasizing couldn’t have prepared him for this.

placing his palm behind your knee, he lifts up your legs, laying light pecks onto the plush of your thighs, thumb now tracing down to your puffy clit. Josh starts slowly, swirling his finger and still kissing your soft flesh. "Thank you for letting me do this." tracing the entrace with his index, he pushes his finger slow and deep inside, and you arch against him. this was it. he was where all of his dreams led him to. you looked like something straight out of a 80's porno. cunningly, josh moved his finger, and before you knew it he added another one. you squeezed perfectly around his digits, the sounds you and your pussy made driving him to the brink. "You hear that?" he asks, curling up his fingers, the wet sounds amplifying. "don't think I've ever had a pussy this wet before..." you whimper ans wrigle under his hold. "Josh.."

"What? It's the truth." he chuckles, speed picking up, his other hand now flush to your lower belly. "Want you to come. Can you do that for me?" he looks up, doe eyes searching for yours, and you can already feel your body convulsing. it didn't take long for you to finally give in and gift him what he asked for, coming just from his fingers. the way you thighs squeezed together, trapping his hand between them, soft pleads dripping from your lips like honeyㅡ he was done for. you were embarrassed, to say the least, hiding your face into his shirt he had taken off long ago. "Stop that, heyㅡ look at me, baby." Baby. did you just come again? "You did great. so good." he leans in over you, pressing a soft kiss on the bridge of your nose. "Do you wanna keep going?" and you say the most eager 'yes' known to man. "i got you." he smiles, eyes tracing every curve of your body. he takes off his pants along with hus briefs, letting his shaft spring free, small pearls of precum already gathered at the tip.

your eyes opened. what the fuck? is that normal? you knew your first would hurt, but seeing what Josh had going on for him you knew it would be the most painful experience for you yet. "Don't worry. I'll go slow." he stumbles a bit back, grabbing a hold of his trousers, palming his pockets before he mutters a soft 'there we go.' and takes out a shiny wrapperㅡ a condom. the opens it and carefully takes it out, lining it with the tip of his aching cock. "If you ever wanna stopㅡ" he starts, whilst rolling the condom down his length. "Tell me. Yeah?" you nod.

taking his length into his fist, Josh pumps it a few times before he aligns it with your entrance that trickled with juices. he lets it slip in, and your eyes close as tears threaten to fall. you claw at his back, but Josh kisses you sweetly as he slides in some more, your walls wrapping perfectly around himㅡ just like it was meant to be. "It's okay, you're okay, baby."

after going in the last couple of inches, he starts to move, gently holding down onto your waist as he lets you adjust. "Doing so good for me."

just a few strokes after, he feels you wrapping your legs around his hips, urging him deeper. "Please.." You plead, the sweetest sounds escaping your plump and swollen lips, and he swears he could come just by that. "Fuck, yeah, okayㅡ" he groans, with the way your teary eyes stared up at him. He starts to move his hips, harder, deeper, each sound you made an encouragement for him to keep going. His palms make their way under your back, pulling you up, almost to sit on his lap. He fucks up into you, your arms lazily draped over his flexed shoulders whilst his lips kiss soft blooms onto your chest. you clench around him. "J-Josh..." he shakes his head, laughing as his fingers dig deep into your flesh where you know bruises will appear later. "Don'tㅡ ha, I'm gonna come if you keep doing that." whines slip past your lips as his speed picks up. "Shit, shitㅡ" he pulls you closer, lips now stuck to your neck like a locket. "Y-you gonna come?" he prys. "Mhm.." you squeal as your eyes roll back. "Go ahead, for me." that's all it took. you come once again, nimbly wrapping around josh like a vine, walls squeezing him so tight. your mind goes blank, only soft moans gripping your throat as Josh pumps into you, finally releasing inside of the condom with a few thrusts.

you both breathe heavily, hearts beating in a sing-song, as you come down from your high. realization sets in as you meet each other's gaze. it was real. it really just happened.

"You okay?" he leans in, pressing a lazy kiss onto your lips. "Yeah... How okay can one be after having sex for the first time..?" and he laughs, playing with the strands of your hair. "Thank god for the rain covering the sound. You were super loud just thenㅡ"

"Josh!"

[bunnysnuff]

Army dreamers.

Pairing: Boq Woodsman x reader, Boq Woodsman x NessaRose Thropp, NessaRose Thropp x reader.

Trigger warnings: emotional manipulation, abuse of power, obsession, imprisonment, unhealthy relationships.

Note: THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR PART 2! IF YOU DONT WANT SPOILERS DONT READ. THIS IS WHY I TYPED IT IN CAPATIALS! DONT READER FOR SPOILERS.

The streets of Munchkinland were unnaturally quiet, the cheerful energy that once defined your home dulled to a lifeless hum under Nessarose’s rule. Her reign was absolute—she held the people captive, not just through her title as Governor, but with her iron determination to bend the land to her will.

And then there was you.

You had once been her best friend, long before the title of Governor and the obsession with control had taken hold of her. Now, you were little more than another captive under her grasp. She refused to let you leave her side, holding you hostage under the guise of affection and friendship.

And Boq… Boq had it even worse.

“Y/N!” Nessarose’s sharp voice echoed through the grand halls of the Governor’s mansion, breaking your thoughts.

Across the room, Boq stiffened. He stood at the far corner, polishing the same ornate chair he had been working on for what felt like hours. His eyes darted to you, filled with a mixture of worry and resignation.

“I’m coming!” you called back, trying to sound lighthearted as you left the room. Before you walked out, you glanced at Boq, your eyes silently conveying a promise: I’ll be back.

You found Nessarose in the sitting room, seated regally in her ornate wheelchair. She was draped in deep emerald silk, a faint smile on her lips as you entered. She lit up at the sight of you, as though she had been waiting for this moment all day.

“There you are,” she said, her tone soft, almost sweet. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about me.”

“I would never forget you, Nessa,” you said carefully, taking the seat beside her.

“Good,” she replied, reaching for your hand. Her grip was light at first, but then it tightened, almost possessively. “You’re the only one I can trust, Y/N. Everyone else… they all want to leave me. Even Boq.”

You flinched inwardly at the mention of his name but kept your face neutral. “You know Boq only stays because of how much he cares for you,” you said gently, though the words tasted bitter on your tongue.

Nessa’s expression darkened slightly, her fingers digging into your hand. “He doesn’t care for me,” she said, her voice trembling. “Not the way I want him to. But you do, don’t you, Y/N? You’ve always been loyal to me.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, forcing yourself to nod. “Of course I have, Nessa.”

Her eyes softened, and she let out a small sigh. “I don’t know what I would do without you. Promise me you’ll stay, Y/N. Promise me you’ll never leave.”

Your heart ached as you nodded again, the words catching in your throat. “I promise.”

—

Night had fallen by the time you found Boq again. He was in the small servant’s quarters tucked away at the back of the mansion, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at the floor.

“Boq,” you said softly as you closed the door behind you.

His head snapped up, relief flooding his face as he saw you. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said, though his voice lacked conviction.

“And leave you alone with her?” you whispered, moving closer. “Never.”

Boq let out a soft laugh, though there was no humor in it. “She’d probably lock us both in separate rooms if she found out.”

“She doesn’t scare me,” you lied, sitting down beside him.

Boq’s hand reached for yours, his touch warm and grounding. “She should,” he said quietly. “Nessa… she’s not the person you used to know.”

You turned to him, your eyes filled with a determination you didn’t entirely feel. “Then we’ll leave. Together.”

He shook his head, his expression bitter. “She’ll never let us go. Not you. Not me. She wants to control everything—and she already has.”

The pain in his voice broke something in you. Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a fierce embrace. Boq froze for a moment before he melted into your touch, his head resting against your shoulder.

“We’ll find a way,” you murmured, stroking his back. “I don’t know how yet, but we’ll figure it out. We’ll get out of here.”

Boq pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. “I don’t care what happens,” he said, his voice trembling. “As long as I have you, I can get through this.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, and you leaned forward, resting your forehead against his. “You’ll always have me, Boq,” you whispered.

His lips brushed against yours, hesitant but filled with a quiet desperation. The kiss was brief, but it said everything words couldn’t: love, fear, hope.

But just as the moment ended, you heard the faint creak of wheels in the hallway outside.

You froze, your heart pounding in your chest as the sound grew louder.

Nessarose.

[deathbxnny]

yanqing and jing yuan angst time :D

yanqing’s younger!twin getting kidnapped by sanctus medicus,but they dont realize this much later,they realize this when they get sent a voicemail with the reader crying and begging it to stop as they experiment on them

by the time they arrive to rescue the reader, they are strapped to an operating table,injuries and syringe marks all over their body,completely unconsicous because the experiments took a huge toll on them, thankfully they are alive and not mara-struck either, but in a comatose state, sadly no one can predict when (or if they are ever gonna) wake up

-----

A/N: First of all, who hurt you, Anon? And second of all, I apologize for this taking 5 years to finally be written. My HSR burn out is no joke. But anyways, thank you for the request and I hope you'll like it!<33 Content: Some descriptions of medical abuse/experimentation!, heavy angst, Hurt/no real comfort, Reader is Yanqing's twin (no physical description added), injuries, blood, mentions of death, just more suffering for Yanqing and Jing Yuan really Reader has no set pronouns! ((Not proofread!))

It wasn't uncommon for you to be out later than you should be.

Often times you'd come home late into the night with a wide grin, slightly beat up from your long training hours, uttering a new, outlandish excuse everytime. Jing Yuan had gotten used to it over the years he had raised you and Yanqing, but when you didn't return home one night... he felt restless. He paced back and forth in his lavish home, still dressed in his uniform, whilst his ears drowned out the voices of his servants asking him to just rest for the night. You were a troublesome child, who often forgot the rules he had set for you. What difference did it make today?

But there was something different about it. Something that made Jing Yuan want to go out and look for you himself. Yanqing had already tried his luck, yet had found you nowhere. You weren't in the Estate. You weren't on your usual training grounds, not even on those only you two knew about. And you weren't in the sword market you often frequented either. You were just... gone. And that alone began to raise some warning bells for your brother too, who felt just as uneasy as his master.

He tried to reason however, that you might've just forgotten the time again. That maybe you've been held up by a friend or saw something in a nearby shop you liked. But the sun had disappeared a long time ago and there was no trace of you anywhere. Worse things were yet to come however, when a near out of breath Fu Xuan called in an emergency meeting with Jing Yuan and the young swordsmaster.

The air was tense, when they all gathered around the table, an unplayed voice recording shown on screen. Yanqing pulled on the collar of his shirt, his breathing a little laboured in fear of what he might just hear. He knew it was about you. It was unspoken, no one had even mentioned your name yet. But he knew it was true. No one moved to press the play button, until Jing Yuan moved his hand and did so. There was a small tremor in his hand, one that made even the blonde boy shiver.

Your voice made everyone flinch. Horrified pleas and cries filled everyone's ears and Yanqing swore he could've vomited from the sounds of it alone. It was mind breaking to hear you like that. He never thought you could scream like that, cry like that. It sounded distorted, like the cries of an injured animal more than that of a humans. Perhaps you were simply screaming out of instinct at that point, mind too far gone to process a thing beyond the pain.

And yet, you still cried out for Yanqing, then for Jing Yuan. You apologised for ever staying out late, swore you'd never do it again, swore you'd be good and obedient, never a minute off from curfew. You promised it to any god that would hear you, just for it all too end. Yanqing felt blood drip from his palm, where his nails digged into his skin. There was a low, evil laugh, a teasing hum following it. They recognised the voice as one of the leaders of Sanctus Medicus. Ofcourse they were behind such cruelty and yet Yanqing couldn't comprehend it.

The voice message ended abruptly and the silence after was deafening. Jing Yuan had not reacted once to any of it, his face calm and unreadable, when he glanced down at Yanqing. The boy gagged, his bloodied hand slapping over his mouth as he stumbled back and was stopped by a couple cloud knights that steadied them. Fu Xuan just stood there in silence, her eyes meeting his in a knowing way.

It was time to bring you back home.

--

Finding you was easy.

Mainly due to the fact, that your captors just simply gave them the address of the hell they've created for you. They were provoking them for their failures and their victory of swiping their most praised child from right under their noses. And it truly only set in, when they arrived and opened the door to the basement you were kept in. Yanqing had rushed in first, ignoring all warnings and only stopping when he heard the blood dripping off the table where your near unrecognisable form laid.

His hand swiped away the blood over your closed eyes, his over hand resting on your bruised chest, over your heart. He could feel it faintly rising and falling, a small moment of relief, even when he knew that the damage was most likely irreversible. His eyes shouldn't have continued to wander over your body and yet they did as a form of self punishment. He took in every bruise, every gash, every mark a syringe left behind. He gulped weakly, his throat so painfully dry. He felt ashamed, at how he couldn't mentally recognise you as his twin anymore.

Medics soon arrived on scene afterwards, quick to determine that you hadn't thankfully been Mara-struck, before they brought you to the hospital for emergency treatment. It took long, gruelling hours to stabilise you, that felt like eons for Yanqing and Jing Yuan, who had yet to give much of an reaction to the entire situation. He had to stay strong for the both of you at least. But it was hard to do that, when he saw you lay there in many bandages and countless devices hooked to you. Your heart was beating and yet he didn't allow himself to feel any relief. It was selfish, when there was no gurantee you would ever even wake up again.

The days blurred into weeks and then months.

But Yanqing never left your bedside, secretly hoping that if you did die, that he'd die in his sleep next to you as well.

-----

A/N: Alrightt... this was alot darker than I anticipated it to be, but I also have some rare couple hours of freetime, so there is that. I hope you guys liked it and thank you again for the request!

[sbk-zgvlt]

oooh more yuu meets sebek first please!!!

HOLY SHIT THAT WAS FAST??? BOOK 1 LETS GOO

Ace breaks into Ramshackle expecting NO ONE only to find a random guy, a cat, and a Diasomnia student

He faints/lh

When he wakes up Sebek and Yuu are arguing over him on whether or not they should let him stay

...both of him want him gone theyre just arguing over HOW they kick him out

"Is the collar a...weird kink thing?? Whats wrong with him" "WHAT THE HELL IS A KINK"

Ace tells them that he'll BEG them to let him stay ("Then beg :/"" - Sebek)

He ends up staying anyway. Loser

They find out WHY he got collared and both of them think "desurb"

They all head off to classes and everyone thinks thats the end of it!!!!

...Ace overhears that the housewarden's been extra pissy ever since he collared Ace, and hears that his roomie got dragged into it too

He bonded with roomie and now he feels bad but he wont admit it

Decides to ask Trey if theres a way where he can. Get the stupid collar off of him

"Bake a tart w me" "...what"

While making the tart Trey reveals why Riddle's the way he is to him. Ace calls him out for his bullshit amen

Meanwhile Sebek and Yuu are attending their own classes 🔥🔥🔥 When Yuu notices one of their classmates looks worse for wear

its Deuce!!! He's been given a lot of responsibilities for this upcoming unbirthday party. He says it might be because his roommate pissed off his housewarden because of a tart (Yuu flashbacks to Ace)

Feeling bad for the guy Yuu offers to help him and they get to Heartslabyul. Cater makes them paint roses w him 🔥🔥🔥

They figure out a way to appease Riddle by thinking of replacing the tart. Yuu asks Deuce why he's trying to a find a solution to a problem Ace caused. Deuce said he felt bad for him (You see, the Adeuce connection will always be universal. In this essay I will-)

So, TWO people are baking fucking tarts. Yippee.

Since Trey isnt available to help the gang with a tart since he's with Ace, they try to do it themselves (they fail lawl)

First, where the FUCK can they go. They dont have a kitchen. Yuu finds Sebek and asks him fi they can use Diasomnia's. Sebek says "HOW DARE YOU TRY TO USE MY DORMS OWN KITCHEN" (He lets them use his dorm's kitchen)

It makes for a funny sight. The loud, loyal freshman of Draconia ordering around a Heartslabyul guy and the Ramshackle prefect with their fire-vreathing cat.

Lilia tries to help them and Yuu, Deuce and Grim are almost fooled until literally HALF of the Diasomnia student body shout at him to NOT enter the kitchen- Sebek included

Sebek actually read through the Queen of Hearts' rules lawl. So theyre making a STRAWBERRY tart. Everyone say thank you Sebek

The whole time theyre making a tart Sebek looks...hopeful, that he'll see someone appear in the dorm. Deuce notices, but Grim is the only one who mentions it

Sebek just sighs and says that he was expecting for someone to be in the dorm. Theyre not. He looks a bit sad before screaming at Deuce that he's MESSING UP THE TART WHAT ARE YOU DOING

(They do not forget the sadness in his voice.)

TART IS READY 🔥🔥🔥 THEY HEAD TO HEARTSLABYUL

Just in time to see Ace presenting the tart to Riddle, who is absolutely FURIOUS

When they enter, all eyes go on the group, meaning Riddle sees THEIR tart as well. Sebek realizes with dawning horror that having TWO tarts that are not made with the same ingredients in an unbirthday party is breaking one of the Queen of Hearts' rules

Riddle is MORE pissed. Adeuce challenging Riddle for position of housewarden doesnt happen here because Riddle acts up much faster

He says that he cant believe that its just the first week and he has TWO incompetent freshmen already, questioning how they got into Night Raven College in the first place

Ace is okay with the shit talk towards him (He's not) but to DEUCE???? Fuck no (He punches Riddle lawl)

OVERBLOT 🔥🔥🔥

They...do not deliver the final blow to Riddle through a powerful magic spell

Yuu and Sebek rush to the front, both holding the plate with the strawberry tart and present it to him. Originally just for a distraction so the others could pull off the powerful magic spell

Riddle flashbacks to Trey and Chenya presenting him his own strawberry tart. And bawls. (DEFEATED WITH THE POWER OF COMFORT FOOD AND NOSTALGIA LETS FUCKING GOOO) (When i said canon divergent i really meant it)

I have no fucking idea how Yuu's thing with the whole. Seeing overblotee's tragic backstories goes BUT im going to play around with that and say that if someone's touching them, they also get sucked in

Guess who's touching Yuu's hand while holding the plate

HAHA CANON DIVERGENT BABY (Sebek and Yuu see through Riddle's memories)

Blot stone UNFORTUNATELY gets eaten by Grim this time. Sebek still tries to do the Heimlich maneuver on him

Everything goes the same, Ace doesnt accept Riddles apology and says that he has to make a tart and redo the unbirthday party, etc etc

Except Yuu doesnt know Sebek got sucked into Riddle's memories as well

...and the fact Sebek is there in the first place

Ace confronts Deuce about why the FUCK he had a tart with him, and Sebek reveals what Deuce was trying to do. Adeuce bonding 🫶

All is well. Everyone goes back to their dorms

...Sebek got locked out again (Yuu lets him stay over again)

Book 2 coming MAYBE 🔥🔥🔥🔥

[marymary-diva17]

Spa day (Morden au)

sully family x reader + metekayain teens and spider

When it came to household of teens and one kid there was no normal day, in the sully household and that was very true. As all the weekends were full of your kids always doing something. Most of the times you knew right away and other times you found out very later on in the game.

y/n " hey I'm back from the grocery store I can use some help, if anyone home" you soon heard footsteps walking down the stairs and soon enough all your kids are outside.

neteyam " we are here to help mama"

y/n " good grab some grocery bags and take them into the kitchen"

lo'ak " yes mama"

y/n " thank you all for being my helpful angles"

tuk " yeah I love being helpful" the kids soon grab the amount bags they could carry inside the house, and soon placing them into the kitchen.

neteyam " hey mama will it be fine if we have the others over today and maybe sleepover if needed"

y/n " that others you mean spider, tsireya, aonung, and rotox"

lo'ak " yes we have been planning this hangout for a while"

y/n " do their parents know"

kiri " yes and if they stay over we will make sure they call and remind their parents"

y/n " well sure they can come over you know your father rules"

kids " always tells us if anyone coming over and dont do anything that will cause a visit to urgent care"

y/n " yes that your dad they can come over and I will be here today if you need anything"

kiri " thanks mama we will be downstairs in the basement"

y/n " okay" soon the other kids had arrived to the house.

spider " hey aunt y/n"

y/n " hello sweets what are you all planing to do today"

lo'ak " just playing some cards games or maybe watching some movies and shows that all"

y/n " good for all ages"

kiri " yes mama we made sure that tuk can see them no horror movies like last time"

tuk " yeah I get to watch and have fun"

y/n "good I'm proud of you all well don't let me keep you held up, gp have some fun call me if you need anything or you already know where everything belong"

the kids " yes ma'am" the kids soon rushed down stairs the children had been getting stuff ready, before their cousins and friends arrived so you thought nothing of it.

Later that evening

Jake " hey we are home"

y/n " hey welcome home how was working my handsome husband and beautiful wife"

neytiri " long and boring but we are happy to be home where are the children they are most around here by now"

y/n " oh they are in the basement with spider,tsireya, and rotxo, aonung who might all be spending the night"

neytiri " oh cool well I'm going to change and we can talk more, these heels are killing me"

jakes " told you flats are better honey"

neytiri " oh hush" Jake and you laugh but he soon went upstairs to change as well, and soon they were down stair watching the news with you.

Jake " hey why don't you order pizza for us and the kids it will be easy, and keep us all feed"

Jake " well I'm going to get a drink from the kitchen I'm thirsty"

y/n " sure"

neytiri " that wonderful .... hey did you use that pack of facial mask marker today"

y/n " no it was a pack upstairs"

neytiri " well maybe kiri had taken it and used it I will ask her later"

y/n " maybe we ran out and forgot don't worry I will get more next time"

neytiri " sure and maybe we can have a spa date night without any rude interruptions ... Jake"

Jake " I can hear you tiri ... hey what happened to my favorite sodas they are all gone"

y/n " oh yes lo'ak had come up for some drinks with rotxo and snack hours ago"

Jake " don't they have food and drinks that home" you and neytiri look at each other and soon at Jake.

y/n " as I remember our teens years you will come by my home and raid my kitchen"

neytiri " same here"

Jake " that different" you and neytiri soon laugh at Jake words, soon making him laugh as well.

Jake " your are right but if they are going to take all the cold sodas please replace them" Jake soon had gotten more sodas from the garage and place them into the fridge.

Jake " hey why don't we ask the kids what pizza they will love to have, as we can order two or three and some appetizers as well" The two women had nodded their heads as the there adults soon walked downstairs to see the children.

Jake " hey kids we are ordering pizza tonight for dinner what will you all like ... what going on" all three adults soon looked at the group of kids as they were sitting downstairs having a good time, but having face mask on and it seems like they are having a spa day.

y/n " well it seems like we found the answer for what happened to the pack of face mask mix, so this was apart of your kids day"

kiri " sorry mama"

y/n " it okay"

Jake " it seems like you kids are having a good time down here"

lo'ak " well we were planning to watch movies and have a sleepover, but the girls wanted to do a spa day as well so we combined them together"

aonung " this is not bad after all I kinda of like it"

neteyam " it good you are exploring other stuff aonung"

rotxo " the girls helped us learn how to do face mask it was very fun"

spider " yeah we should do more of these spa days with movies"

tsireya " see I knew you boys will love it"

Jake " well you can have all the spa days you all want but now let decide what types of pizzas we want"

neytiri " maybe we can talk Jake into doing a spa day with us ma y/n"

y/n " yes I love that idea"

Jake " well maybe I will try it out after all my beautiful wives" the kids were laughing at the whole situation between the adults after making more jokes and taking some pictures, soon enough pizza had been order for everyone. While the kids enjoyed their time downstairs you had enjoyed a date night with your husband and wife.

[ants-personal]

i hope we get to see eli trying to apologize to demetri and of course at first it doesnt work demteri isnt answering him barely looking at him argued about sitting next to him for the trip he tries offering demteris favorite snacks or they can watch his favorite movie he even shares news on something he knows would normally have demetri light up and talking for the next hour but he gets a snide remark and then more silence which even at the hotel finding they are sharing a room eli can tell demetri is holding back another argument since johnny already told him of he has to hear another stupid argument there will be violence

so in the room they both lay there tension thick and eli breaks first frustrated he doesnt know what demetri wants from him hes already apologized hes tried to make it up what else could demetri want for him to beg for forgiveness then please forgive me for not telling you about mit and for calling yoy annoying all mighty demetri and that seems to do something cause demetris rushing out of the room even though they arent suppose to leave which just alarms eli cause when has demetri broken rules and in a place they both dont know

Rushing into the halls and past Daniel who apprently had just caught miguel,sam,and robby all sneaking around who has to grab him by the shoulder to slow him down and reminds him they aren't suppose to leave their rooms turning him to lead him back but eli pushes him off he needs to go do something very important he has to make something right he will go back as soon as its over please and Daniel ponders for a moment staring at eli who is giving his best desperate puppy eyes and so daniel gives in makes it sound like hes yelling at eli to go back and whisper if he isnt in 20 hell send johnny to get him instead

And so hes off running and jumping down flights of stairs the elevator taking to long he doesnt know where demetri would have gone and the hotel isnt too massive but itd take longer than 20 to search the whole thing fonally reaching the lobby he paces eyes scanning the small crowd he wouldnt go far as to not get lost (or kidnapped dont you know the how high the rates of boys like us getting snatched by some creep)

Thats when he spots a sign for some sort of garden courtyard and some part of him is certain that's where hell be so he makes his way pushing the door into the cooler night air its a decent size area lined with benches and seating areas all under canopy of trees and tall bushes blowing gently in the wind litering the ground in shadows theres two lamp posts on either side leaving the corners as thr perfect hide away he knows to keep quiet or demteri will run off before he can get close and theyll be back to square one

He squints into the darkness looking for any sign it isnt until he catches a glimpse of demteris red snoopy pj bottoms he stops in his tracks he hasnt been seen yet he can hear sniffling and knows demetris hugging himself curled over his knees as he tries to keep his sobs quiet hes seen it plently of times when hed get injured by whoever decided to beat them that day or when his parents were first going through their divorce maybe he hated eli seeing him as weaker or maybe he just didnt want eli to feel bad either way it always made elis heart hurt to see his friend like that and its devastating now that he is the cause of it

He takes a deep breath before calling out his name gently but it doesnt matter demteris jumping up and backing away quickly wiping his face of any evidence telling him to go away and leave him alone throwing in a your not suppose to leave the room after dark which eli cant help the tiny chuckle as he points out neither was demetri which as them both standing there demteri looking down at glancing occasionally at eli and any exit he can find adding onto elis mountain of guilt he thinks i could still be a threat so he stay in the same spot but begs demetri to please just tell me how to fix this

And course demetri whos hugging himself shrugs theres nothing to fix everythings fine course he has to be difficult thinking eli is like his mom who would believe him rather than push and get into a round bout argument he never did find out what he told her about his broken arm and so eli stands his ground presses only getting biting remarks back until they are both yelling staff members and sensis and karate war be damned

and soon it finally comes out demetri yelling that eli doesnt even want him in elis life again so whats the point in fixing things which tales eli by surprise demetri taking his silence as shameful agreement he lists off how eli thinks hes better how he thinks demetri doesnt even deserve to be here or how hes closer to the gang than demetri so why would he even need to hang around nerdy loser demetri or go to the same school when he can go off and be mister cool wherever he goes without demetri dragging him down how demetri will end up .. all alone without his best friend again who wants nothing to do with him and is fine without him and he just doesnt understand how after everything theyve been through to just throw him away again when its convenient for him all the while demetris the fool who loves eli though it all anyways

and they both just stand there in stunned silence only disrupted by a security guard coming out calling out to whoevers been making all the noise to come out and before eli can even turn to look towards the direction of the voice demetris grabbing his arm and pulling him after him exiting the yard from the otherside the gaurd yelling after them and soon they are running through halls and hiding around corners to try and make it back up to the room dodging staff and even Johnny and Daniel who are certainly looking for them now

after demteri shoves them into an elevator leaving them both panting as they ride up eli can help but ask love? causing demetri to huff cause of pf course thats what he focuses on and before he can say anything else the elevator dings and they are jogging back to their room eli getting there first they can hear the sensis aruging and thats when eli realizes he doesnt have a key demetri calls him an idiot harshlely under his breath producing a key as they spill into the room turning the lights off and standing by the door both jumping when Johnny bangs on it yelling that they better be in there nerds

They both share a panicked look before they are rustling eachother up to make it look like theyve been sleeping and demetri is opening the door squinty eyed acting very confused and stubbornly innocent eli coming up behind playing his innocence up as well Johnny can only squint at them while eli and Daniel share a knowing look and soon they leave telling them they better not be out again its only when after the door is shut they both sigh in relief and soon find themselves giggling the air lighter between them

Its demetri who turns away first stating its late and they should go to sleep if they plan on actually winning tomorrow climbing into his bed barely getting under the covers before eli is jumping onto of him smile big on his face as he leans over his body demetri scowls and tells him to get off and go to bed but elis too giddy to happy it makes sense now all clicking and he probably is more brawn than brains at this point cause how could he not see maybe he didnt want to at somepoint but its always been there demetri loves him which is a given but this is different kind and its suddenly the only thing in elis life that makes sense after everything demetri was still there for him going out his way to check up on him to make him laugh to include him even in his future the way he looks at him during training even now as demetri still lays theres not pushing him away and telling him he looks stupid and to get off again and the answer is so clear and he knows hes looking at him like he always has like he was the his earths sun stars and moon

And demetris gone quiet watching him closely with baited breath and eli leans down they are almost nose to nose whispering if he really meant it that he loved him he so vlose he can see the tears slowly well up in demetris eyes thinking eli is being cruel hell make fun of him soon enough use it against him whatever part of hawk survived scares him so all he can do is nod taking in a shaky breath as the tears run down eli cupping his face gently wiping the tears with his thumbs smiling softly as he shushes him and whispers reassurances neither sure who closed the distance as lips meet tentatively and softly at first turning into much more confident eagerness demetris sitting up to run his fingers through elis hair eli clinging to demetris t-shirt only pulling when both desperately need air its only then that eli with the sight of a flustered demetris pecks his cheeks and whispers love into his ear

[jennay]

This is Halloween

Request: So, he would act all confident and brave because of the things he does (boxing, martial arts; i dont know) like Don't worry babe, I'll protect you!😎❤️ but then, during the attraction, he would be the one to get scared by the monsters and the reader would be like Don't you worry babe, I got you -SCARE him once more and I'll finish you off AND drag your career along with it, don't test me, I'll fight you, you evil!! >:(

An: sorry this is a little short! I hope you enjoy! Also if you want to be tagged in anything let me know.

Noah Master List

The night had fallen, and the sky was pitch black. The only light source was the colorful glow of the amusement park's neon signs.

The atmosphere was electric with the sound of screams and laughter. It was the ideal night for a horror attraction. Noah was cocky and fearless, stating that he'd been preparing for this with his boxing and martial arts skills. "Don't worry babe, I'll protect you!" He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, planting a kiss on your temple. "I won't even make fun of you if you scream." He smirked.

As you entered the building, a corpse-like creature jumped out of the hidden side wall, and Noah shrieked like a little child, making you burst into laughter.

His arms around your body squeezed you so hard that you could barely breathe as he gasped for air and almost threw you to the monster. "Wow, Babe." You said, peeling him off your body. "It's okay, love, it looks like I'll be the one protecting you from here on out." You continued walking through the attraction, and more horrors appeared.

Noah tried his best to suppress the screams and jumps, but you could see him twitching out of the corner of your eye. You stayed calm and composed, firmly holding his hand and reassuring him that you were there. You regretted agreeing to go if you knew he would have such a rough time. A loud bang came from behind you, and you saw a creepy clown darting in and out of sight, making your heart pound with fear. Clowns were not your thing, and this started to worry you until you noticed that the person was not targeting you but your terrified boyfriend, who was already having the worst night of his life.

You stood in front of Noah, who was having a minor meltdown. He didn't realize how realistic these things were when your friend organized the whole thing and invited you. He would have changed his mind if he had seen a preview of the theme park first.

You put your hand up in front of the person's face, ensuring not to touch anyone and cause a scene, "Nope, not here!" You yelled as they tried to get past you and grab Noah, who had his hands around your shoulders, using you as a human shield. "I will fucking fight you." You told them, "I'll literally ruin your career. All I have to do is tell Maria that you're breaking the rules, and you're done. Back off!" You warned them again, and the clown, this time, slowly backed away to the open door, leaving you and Noah alone.

You turned around to face Noah, your hands on his hips, smiling, "You're adorable when you're scared."

He finally smiles, looking down at you. "I don't ever want to talk about this night again. Don't you dare tell anyone!" He says, laughing. "I don't know what the fuck that was."

"I don't need to tell anyone. The pictures that I'm going to buy at the end of this will tell all."

He follows you down the hall, where he can see the light at the end of the tunnel. "What pictures?"

You tilt your head back, laughing evilly, "They take pictures through this, and at the end of it, you can buy them. I'm just hoping one of them caught your scream." You almost leave Noah behind when you reach the photo area. You grab the picture, holding it up and squealing as you hold it close to your chest. "It fucking got it!"

Noah shakes his head, slightly embarrassed of how he acted. He takes the picture from your hands. "This needs to go where it will never be seen."

"It's going on the fridge." You say, grabbing it back. "Maybe even on the internet. Who knows." You joke. "I might accidentally send it to the boys too."

"You better fucking not." He pulls you close to his chest with a light laugh. "Come on, let's go get some pumpkins. I'm done with this scary shit."

“Alright, birthday boy. Whatever you want.”

You and Noah sat on the kitchen floor of your home, surrounded by newspaper, with a pumpkin in front of each of you. You were wondering when Noah would get a message from one of the guys about his picture. You knew they were out and about, but you needed them to flick him some shit since he bragged for the last month about how haunted houses never scared him.

"Look," you said, holding your pumpkin for Noah to see. "Can you tell what it is?"

He smiled, setting his carving knife down and reaching for your masterpiece. Noah held it in his hands, rotating it back and forth to get the full view. "A face," he said.

"Yeah, but like a scary face, right?" Your smile slowly faded as you second-guessed the entire project. Was it that bad?

"Of course," he laughed as he threw some pumpkin guts into the brown bag beside him. "Don't do that second-guessing shit, it's good!"

"Yeah?" you fake-laughed as you set the art project on the ground. Your eyes drifted to Noah, who was still scooping. "What are you going to do?"

“A ghost.” His brown eyes lifted to yours, noticing that your smile had faded. "Babe, it looks terrifying. It needs a jump scare warning. I think I just need to put my glasses on." He gets up, runs his hands under the sink, and steps over the baby gate that blocks the kitchen from the animals.

You hear him thudding around in the living room. Finally, he lets out an "ah ha" and enters the kitchen. "Found them," he says.

He scoops the pumpkin from the ground, holding it up to his eyes to get good lighting. "That's sick! I like the three teeth!" he exclaims as if he hadn't noticed it before. "He's got a nice nose job too. Don’t get me started on those cover girl eyes. Beautiful.” He laughs. (Pumpkins)

You playfully roll your eyes. "Your eyesight isn't even bad, but thank you for trying."

Noah sits on the ground before you, watching as you put the finishing touches on your masterpiece. He could watch you for hours while you did things that you loved. He loved how you stuck your tongue out or bit your lip when you concentrated and scrunched your nose when you didn't quite love something you did.

You lift your eyes to him, catching him staring at you. "What?" You nervously say. "Is there something on me? If there is a fucking bug on me you better get it off."

"No bug." He smiles. "Just admiring you."

You hear his phone buzz on the ground beside the two of you, and you bite your lip, knowing it would ruin the moment because you asked them to respond in a group chat, and since your phone had notified you...well.

You watch Noah pick up his phone. His mouth drops open when he sees the responses from his bandmates. "How fucking dare you!" He says, biting back his smile. His eyes darken as he looks at you, shaking his head. "You better fucking run because I'm about to tackle you."

Tags: @thisbicc @yumikitten @lma1986 @chemicallady

[bluegalaxygirl]

Horror movie night (Zosan X reader)

Plot: You decide to set up a horror movie night for the crew to celebrate Halloween but first you need to know what everyone likes.

All Straw hats, Zoro X Sanji X reader, Poly relationship, established relationship. Reader is GN

Warning: Spooky stuff, violence, Bad language, Horror movies talk.

You love all things Halloween but didn't show it too often. This year you wanted to try something fun and have a Horror movie night for you and the crew to enjoy the spookiness of Halloween. Of course asking Usopp and Franky for help setting things up, laid out on the grass deck underneath the night sky, you all set up a big screen with a snail projector, Pillows, blankets, popcorn and drinks. Some of the crew where more exited than others especially since you've been asking them questions all day in order to find the right movie for everyone. Usopp and Chopper weren't sure about joining at first since the movie's you like scare them the most but you didn't want to be too cruel so ruled out a bunch of movies before even talking to anyone. You picked the perfect movie, it was your all time favorite and it wasn't too scary in your opinion but there was one scene that no matter how many times you watched it you couldn't look at the screen when it came on. The boat and the head always creeps you out.

---------- Hours before

Sitting at the dinner table with everyone for breakfast you'd just finished sharing your idea of a horror movie night. Luffy pops up with a cheer "Heck yes... lets do it" He yells out Usopp and Choppers jaws on the floor "WHAT?" they both yell in unison hoping their captain was going to disagree with you, Luffy just wipes his nose with a big smile and a laugh "I think it sounds like a good idea. i'm more than happy to help Y/N" Robin smiles taking your hand in hers, she loves spooky stuff but none of the others will read or watch the things she likes. "As long as you dont put on anything too scary love" Sanji hopes you'll be kind to them. "We'll i plan on asking you all questions so i can pick something thats for everyone" you state seeming to calm down Usopp and Chopper "So it's not going to be too scary?" The doctor asks and a smile appears when you nod "I'll try my best"

You spent all day talking with the crew starting with robin who stayed at the table with you while Zoro and Sanji washed up and everyone else had left to do their own thing. "We'll you already know the things i like" Robin laughs a little but you just shrugged "Yea i do but hearing it again wouldn't be a bad thing. Plus there has to be something you don't like in horror" Robin places a finger on her chin and takes a moment to think "We'll there is one series of movies i can't watch, I'm normal ok with cannibal stuff but Wrong turn just makes my skin crawl" You nod with a small laugh " Luckily those movies are already on the, do not watch list" The black haired woman nods and leans in so the two boys don't hear her "But i love the Saw series" Your not surprised by her answer but what you are surprised about is the fact she whispered it "There's nothing bad with liking those films" you whisper back hoping for answers "Their just torture movies with half-arsed plots" Raising an eyebrow at her before starting to laugh Robin trying to shush you "Sorry. i won't say anything dont worry"

After Robin leaves you sit on the kitchen counter opposite the two boys who are still washing dishes " So i guess it's our turn?" Sanji asks drying a plate and putting it down before turning to face you, he doesn't seem too happy about all this "It's gonna be fun i promise. Cuddling up together watching a movie with popcorn and drinks." Sanji raised a curly eyebrow at your words and put his towel down walking over to you "Yea a Horror movie" he traps you by placing his arms on either side of you on the counter "Arrr Sanji, honey bunny, If you get scared you use me as a pillow to hide your face in" At those words Sanji's face went red and a little bit of blood ran down his nose. Finishing the dishes Zoro walks over and places a tissue under the cooks nose who gladly take it to wipe up the blood. "It's not going to be that bad, anything with fighting in it I'll watch" Zoro leans on the counter next to you with a cocky smile "Of course you like anything with fighting in it, How about a bit of romance?" Sanji adds throwing the tissue in the bin before returning to you "Oh please Romance has no place in a horror movie" The swords man signs rolling his eyes "We'll you clearly haven't seen Warm Bodies, A zombie's heart beating again all for love" Sanji almost tears up at the thought of it only for Zoro to let out a laugh "Sure cook, super romantic" You laugh at the two and shake your head "We'll there are horror movies who have bad-ass couples in them"

Both boys look at you then to each other "Like?" both say at the same time "A Quiet place and Zombieland are the main ones" Both boys seem to not at this coming to come kind of agreement "Well i'm sure what ever you pick will be great baby" Zoro says leaning over ans kissing your cheek but you move, so she kisses your lips instead. He chuckles at you a little and pulls you into him your legs around his waist as he holds you off the ground "You're being cheeky" He states as Sanji walks over and holds Zoro from behind "So if it ends up being scary can i use both of you as my pillows? Cause if so.." Sanji's lips land on Zoro neck kissing it and biting it slightly "Anything for you" You whisper leaning into Zoro who nods in response crashing his lips onto yours letting out a moan when Sanji bites just the right spot.

(NSFW link Minors DO NOT read)

Standing on the deck of the sunny you manage to get Usopp and Nami's attention walking over to them "So i guess it's our turn" Nami smiles while usopp gulps looking at you in slight fear "No need to be scared" you smile placing a hand on the snipers shoulder "So why dont you tell me what you can handle" you ask hoping it will settle Usopp's fears "Well B movies aren't that bad and some creature movies are ok" he signs as the navigator giggles "So much for the fearless usopp". The sniper gives Nami a hard glare telling her to shut up "So Nami what about you?" you ask braking the two of them up, Nami thinks for a moment before shrugging "Honestly i dont really watch Horror movies so i don't know. i remember watching one when i was younger but i didn't watch all of it, found it boring to be honest" She shrugs making you wonder what movie she watched, as if the navigator could hear your thoughts she answers you unspoken question "I Think it was called Blare witch" The answer shocked you, it was on your list to show but now you should rule it out "Well found footage films aren't for everyone" The navigator nods as Usopp looks at her in confusion "But it's a classic, evil witches, deep woods, scary noises" he adds trying to go on before Nami rolls her eyes and stops him "No... those two guys just wanted to kill her" You nod agreeing with her, its one of the theories about the movie you believe in.

Almost an hour of taking about blare witch later you headed off to the head of the sunny finding Luffy sitting watching the clear water and sky "Hay captain" you called out with a wave and a smile "Hay Y/N" Luffy smiles jumping off Sunny's head and landing in front of you on the deck. "Im glad you came up with a movie night, it's going to be so fun" Your captain laughs fixing his hat onto his head "Thanks captain i'm happy almost everyone is ok with this. So are there any movies you really like?" you ask unsure if Luffy your bubbly, happy-go-lucky captain actually likes Horror "When i was little Ace and Sabo used to make me watch Horror all the time. It scared me a lot but i wanted to act tough around them so watched them all." he laughed remembering his lot brother placing a hand on his marked chest. Giving him a sad smile you place your hand on his shoulder to try and comfort him "Im sorry Luffy... Is there a movie Ace used to love?" you ask wondering if watching it will make your captain happy. Luffy smiles at you and pats your head "He loved anything to do with the water and pirates. I grew to love those movies too, but we never had a favorite, it's hard to chose with how many are out there" Nodding you had a good picture in your head of what movie to chose but you still had Brook, Franky and Chopper to ask "Awesome. Thanks captain. I'll see you later tonight" you wave as you leave, Luffy happily waving back before going back onto the head of the sunny.

Knocking on the door to the medical room a small voice answered giving you permission to come in, Stepping in Chopper swizzled in his seat at his desk to face you a concerned look on his face "Are you hurt Y/N?" he asks about to get off his chair but you stopped him patting his head "No i'm fine, Just wanted to talk about the movie night" you state seeming to calm the reindeer down "Oh, well i'm not sure, i'm a little scared" Leaning against the doctor's desk you can't help but feel sorry for him "I'll try my best to not make it to scary. Have you ever watched a horror movie before?" you ask watching him shake his head "No, i did walk in on Kureha watching one once. It didn't look fun, but she seemed to like it" You think for a moment tapping your foot on the hard wood floor "Ok... well how about i threw in a little bit of comedy?" you ask making the doctor smile "Oh ok... i guess that would be ok" Chopper jumps up on his seat with a smile making you giggle "Also if you end up being too scared there will be pillows and blankets around you can hug and hide in. plus i'm sure the others will be happy to hold you" Chopper jumps into you give you a hug as you hold him in your arms "Thank you Y/N"

Heading bellow deck you manage to finally find Franky "There you are, both you and Brook are hard to find sometimes" you voice stops the cyborg from welding things together looking up at you with a laugh "Well you found me, help yourself" he gestures to a table on the other side of the room lined with Coal bottle, going back to his work after he sees you move towards it. Taking a bottle and sitting on a chair you pop the cap off and take a drink looking around the work room "What are you making?" you ask yelling over the sound of welding "Im making your projector screen. The old one was rusted" Franky yells before turning hand from a torch into his normal hand "There all done" He states standing it up and looking it over "Nice job" you smile giving him a small clap. The cyborg walks over and grabs a bottle taking the cap off and chugging it. "So have you picked a movie yet?" he asks throwing the empty bottle in a recycling bin. "I have three in mind but wanted to get yours and Brook's opinion before i decide". Franky nods sitting next to you in a larger chair "We'll i like anything with practical affects and the classics of course." Nodding you take another sip "I love the classics too, Halloween, The original Carrie, The thing" you answer with a smile. The two of you taking for almost another hour about the classics.

The aquarium bar was quiet as you stepped in finally spotting a figure laying in the long bench writing in a large book with a feather quill. "Brook, im sorry to interrupt" you speak getting the Skeletons attention "Y/N" he yells sitting up and patting the seat next to him "I'm just writing a new song but it can wait for you my dear". Laughing you sit take a seat next to him his arm going around the back of the chair behind you "So i'm guessing you're here to talk Horror movies" he asks placing his book and quill on the table giving you his full attention "Yes your the last person i need to talk too but it took me nearly all day to find you. where have you been?" you ask wondering how someone so tall could hide so well. Brook laughs out tilting his head back a little "Saved the best till last i see. Iv been all over the ship, we probably just missed each other so dont worry." You can feel his Ego grow as he speaks "Im guessing since you grew up with the likes of Dawn of the dead, Invasion of the body snatchers and the exorcist, plus being a musician you must like a good theme tune" The Skeleton nods patting you on the head "You have a good eye on you. I loved those movies but im much older than that, Y/N" You knew he was old but you didn't think he was older than those movies. "I was 13 when i sore my first horror movie it was creature from the black lagoon" Shock hit you at his words but you wanted to know more, you've never met anyone who has seen those movies form when they came out and now you needed to know more.

---------- Movie night

With the screen set up and the movie in the snail projector everyone sits down on a pillow with their blankets and drinks. Sitting at the back is Brook and Franky since their the tallest plus Franky new how to work the projector. Robin sat in front of Franky close enough to lean on him if she wanted while Nami sat next to her. Luffy dragged Usopp and Chopper to the front laying on their stomachs as not to block anyone view of the screen. On the same row as Robin and Nami at Sanji, you and Zoro. For the first time in a long time you were in the middle of the two boys since Sanji wanted to use you as his pillow. With Sanji's head resting on your chest and Zoro's chest pressed up against your back the movie started. That iconic theme tune started and before the title even came on Luffy cheered along with Brook knowing what movie it was "Nice pick Y/N" Luffy yelled giving you a thumbs up only for Nami to throw a spare pillow at him yelling at him to shut up. The title showed on screen Jaws. It had what everyone liked, Blood, Action, Romance, Creature feature, Practical affects, The ocean and a kick ass theme tune.

The crew seemed to love it, everyone finding something they liked about it, even Usopp and Chopper were enjoying themselves. Laughing at some parts and holding onto each other in others. Soon the scene you hate was coming up and with Sanji's head still on your chest you pressed your head behind his making him sit up and look at you "You ok?" he whispers catching Zoro's attention "Yea just can't watch this little bit" you say with a blush only for a hand to go over your eyes and a small laugh can be heard behind you "Don't worry baby, we've got you" you blush harder knowing Zoro is getting a kick out of seeing you scared "Im not scared its just gores" you whisper removing his hand from your face and shoving you head into Sanji's shoulder. The cook holds you close watching the screen as the scene comes on, seeing what you didn't want too his eyes widen and his head goes into your shoulder hiding his face. Zoro try's to hold in a laugh pulling you both close to him the others either gasping to hiding their face from the sight.

The rest of the night went well eating and Drinking watching the three men fight the shark. The whole crew cheered when the shark was defeated and some even gasped when seeing one of the guys they thought dead was actually alive. "That was awesome." Franky laughed finishing yet another bottle of coal "Yea i actually enjoyed that. Thank Y/N" Chopper smiles at you. You glad they all enjoyed tonight. You help put everything away and clean up before Zoro comes over and throws you over his shoulder "Hay put me down" you yell since he caught you off guard. "Come on, its time for bed" he smiles starting to walk with you seeing Sanji following "Thanks for letting me use you and my pillow my love. your very comfy" the cook comments lifting your chin up with his finger "Anytime honey" you smile with a slight blush letting the two take you to bed.

[cloudcountry]

Congrats on 1k followers!! 🎉💗

not sure if i was supposed to request only one character for this event so feel free to decline this if i broke a rule T—T

nb! solomon + inarticulation (the word reminds me of a song with the same name and now it has me in chokehold)

mephistopheles + fondness

have an awesome day and take care orchid :D

thank you!!!

tbh one of my friends requested two things so we'll just count this as two different asks C: (plus you asked so nicely, so i dont mind writing both at all!! thank you for that <3)

i was actually curious about that song you mentioned so i looked it up and listened to it and??? omg it's really cute the lyrics “you kiss me slow but without hesitation, you throw me straight into inarticulation” has me !@><!?>@>?<!?<>?!<?@!?<>@<?> granted i have no idea if thats the same song but i couldnt find any others so!!

you take care of yourself too!! ^^

reader is a little shit and flirts with mephisto because i couldnt help myself

SOLOMON + INARTICULATION (1k event details)

~~~~~

Your room is quiet except for the soft sounds of the movie playing on Solomon’s laptop. It’s late at night, and your eyelids are drooping, but you’re determined to stay awake.

“Sleepy?” Solomon hums, shifting in the nest of blankets you’d wrapped around yourselves in this little blanket fort.

“Mmm...yeah.” you lean against him, feeling the warmth radiating off him.

Solomon furrows his brow and smiles, gazing at your form with barely withheld affection. The arm you’re currently using as a pillow shifts, and he uses it to pull you into his chest.

“Get some rest, yeah?” he murmurs, kissing the shell of your ear.

He’s spooning you now, watching as your eyes flutter shut. Solomon sighs, squeezing you closer as if that alone can protect you from your circumstances.

“Solomon?” you pipe up, barely holding back a yawn, “Can I get a goodnight kiss?”

Fuck, he’d give you anything you wanted.

“Of course.” he chuckles, slowly capturing your lips and kissing you with the desperation of a man starving.

Your goodnight kiss becomes goodnight kisses.

mephisto is under the cut!!

MEPHISTOPHELES + FONDNESS

~~~~~

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Mephistopheles shakes his head, avoiding your gaze.

“Oh yes you do! I caught you staring at me with that lovesick look on your face!” you cackle, and it's so evil but you sound so elated that Mephistopheles has to stifle a grin.

“I was not.” he insists.

“Was to!”

“I was not!”

“I was not!” you tease, sticking your tongue out at him.

Demon Lord below, why does he like you again? You and your stupid grins and sneaky antics and nice smile. It’s not fair how you manage to worm your way into everyone’s lives so easily, especially Diavolo’s and especially especially his! 

“Just admit you’re in love with me already. I could treat you so right.” you lean against him, batting your eyelashes.

He feels his face grow hot and he whips his head away so fast that Mephisto is sure he almost cracked his neck. You’re still rambling about how your first date could be the best date the Devildom has ever seen if only he would give you a chance, and it takes all of his self restraint not to admit how fond he truly is of you.

(Maybe someday you’ll get him to let go of that pride, hm?)

[magpigment]

a straightforward guide to rectifying your own (un)ending: by william wisp

1. accept that nothing you ever thought you were is permanent. you're in a constant state of flux (or at least, a constant state of decline. what's the difference between transformation and decomposition, really?)

2. you are already familiar with grieving, both in yourself and others. (you'll never forget the sounds of your mother crying over her baby boy that died in the room across from your bedroom. you put your hand to your chest and feel your pitter pattering heartbeat in the long nights after 'the accident'.) youre very familiar with grief, indeed.

3. get used to feeling like youre haunting your own life, like youre possessing your own body, like youre a ghost trying to remember what it feels like to be the person youre scared you no longer are. it never goes away. you know youll hope for it to, anyway.

4. your joints are stiff. you remember reading about rigor mortis a while back (you cant forget it. you cant forget any of it. youve tried).

5. arent you tired? youre scared to fall asleep. youre scared you wont wake up.

6. if youre not already accustomed with shame, youll learn soon enough. you already hated most things about yourself before you died. you think you hate this part most of all. (you feel it festering where your heart is meant to be. you dont want to check if you still have a pulse.)

7. you want to help people. you try to help people. you fail to help people. rinse. repeat. youre not a hero. you dont have superpowers. youre just a dead kid. you really thought youd be good for anything other than haunting the people you care about?

8. you shouldve stayed in the dirt. (you know youd just crawl right back out. there's still mud under your nails. in your lungs.)

9. your name is on a tombstone. you stare at it. you stare at it. you stare at it. you dont blink.

10. your older brother thinks youre a freak. you dont tell him that you agree. you dont tell him anything. you dont tell him anything at all anymore. it's not really such a big difference to how it was before.

11. youre nothing but a bad omen. you dont know how everybody else keeps missing the signs. (you cant feel your fingers.)

12. the stages of decomposition are fresh, bloat, putrefaction, advanced decay, and skeletonization. you dont know which stage youre at. you dont even know if that applies to you anymore. (you cant feel your fingers.)

13. youre scared. (when are you not? you know youre a coward. you cant feel your fingers.)

14. rules of three. before, during, after. limbo. maybe it's all limbo. there's nothing left for you here. there's nothing left for you there. you dont know which is worse, lingering or passing on. you really are just a ghost, arent you?

15. avoid your reflection like the plague. you were never really pretty before, but now you look ghastly, all gaunt skin and eyebags and twitching tendons. (rigor mortis. you cant tell if the shudder that runs through you is from revulsion or a dying muscle spasm.)

16. you dont sleep anymore. youre pretty sure you dont need to anymore. youre still tired.

17. ignore the chill that never goes away.

18. ignore the way you reek of death. animals never go near you, now. you see vultures circling ahead that disappear when you blink. (just a carcass with the audacity to still walk around.)

19. ignore your friends concern. if you pretend everything is fine enough, maybe itll be true.

20. ignore how hopeless it all feels. youve seen the afterlife. there's nothing waiting for you there, so dont even think about it.

21. ignore the way your hands shake.

22. ignore the fact your chest doesnt move from breaths.

23. ignore that your wounds dont heal quite right.

24. ignore the disgust you feel whenever you move and your joints dont bend the way theyre meant to.

25. ignore your shame, ignore your fear, ignore the fact your heart doesnt beat anymore-

26. ignore it all

27. you cant

28. you cant

29.

30.

31.

32. you try anyway

33.

34. rinse. repeat.

35. ....

36. accept this crypt of a person youve become. you think, maybe, that this fate hangs over you like a guillotine- like this death was meant to happen, like you were always meant to become this. it all seems too perfect to be coincidence, right?

37. 'william wisp, the one meant to be the wisperer, keeper of the wispering woods, born and raised (and killed) in deadwood.' it's all so cliche.

38. that dread builds in your throat like phlegm. you cant accept it, but what other choice do you really have?

39. after all, you couldn't have ended up any other way!

[a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire]

Not to be overly morbid, but do yall ever think about suicide in prythian? Personally, i think killing yourself would be pretty common. I mean, it has to be given how few old people seem to exist in this world even though fae (or atleast high-fae) seem to insanely powerful and difficult to kill

And I dont think its because living in prythian sucks THAT much or even because being immortal is THAT bad, i mean arguably the biggest issue with immortality would be to watch all your loved ones die and thats not something that sjm's fae have to deal with. I think its moreso a thing of people just kinda getting tired of living after a few centuries and being like "welp. ive experienced pretty much everything, time to explore the world beyond" yknow. Thats why I think Velaris would have a pretty high suicide rate, because if youre stuck in a city thats presumably completely stagnant and never changes because its already perfect, youre going to run out of new enjoyable things to do wayyyy more quickly and get tired of your existence. It would also explain how this city full of immortals that can never leave but can reproduce hasnt already collapsed under the weight of overpopulation after over 5000 years

One idea that i like because it could make for some poignant commentary is that suicide rates are really high among faeries because theyre a lot more likely to live in poverty and its really hard to escape poverty and its really fucking miserable so after a few decades most of them decide they dont wanna live like that, and its gotten to the point where the high fae think they just naturally have shorter lifespans for some biological reason when they can actually live just as long as high fae, its just that they take poison or some shit to die in their sleep or something idk. Maybe thats a little very dark for acotar, but then again, sjm is constantly throwing around domestic violence and abuse and rape in this series so

I think suicide rates among high lords would be pretty high as well because I imagine their lives are pretty monotonous and tiring because of their responsibilities and because its not like they can leave prythian for an extended period of time to experience some new things or have some fun adventures, theyre tied to their court geographically. And god, can you imagine what would happen if theres a crisis. Yknow how a while ago the UK went through like 5 prime ministers in two weeks because of some bullshit that was happening? Imagine that but its just all these newly-chosen high lords killing themselves because they cant handle their court for some reason. I actually have a theory that thats what happened in the night court because theres this weird little throaway line where they say like, Mor's family used to be the ruling family but then the highlord power somehow got transferred to Rhys' family and its been driving me insane because WHAT do mean by that??? So basically, I think there was a time when Mor's highlord-chosen ancestors kept killing themselves for one reason or another, none of them wanted to be highlord and the magic of the land kept reaching out further and further until it landed on like, Rhysand's great-granddad who was only distantly related to Mor's ancestors and the ruling line just continued from there

Anyway, Id like to end this post on a more positive note and talk about the demographic that I think is the least likely to kill themselves, and thats the youngest children of noble families with multiple children. As ive said, im mostly basing this off of any given fae's ability to have a lot of new experiences to keep their lives from becoming monotonous and tiresome (combined with their material circumstances) and I think the youngest children of nobles hit the sweet spot of being pretty wealthy and not needing to do a lot of hard labour that would take up their time while also not being tied down by responsibilities that would force them to stay in one place. (Unless its a family of all girls and the youngest is their only son ig because as of acomaf, prythian is super patriarchal but i try not to think abt that ngl)

[aceclipse]

stargaze

author's note/rambles: this is meant to be read in andreas' pov btw! anyways this is the first thing i've wrote something like this so i hope it doesnt sound bad.. idk though lmao i dont really write as much as i used to so this should be a fresh (re)start

warnings: brief mentions of drugs

it's been a long time. a long time since i've felt whole.

nothing feels the same anymore. it never has to begin with. i'm in prison again and sandra died without me knowing a single thing about it. i've always been so lost, but now it's like i hit a dead end on everything. there's nothing much left for me other than to wait. wait until it's all over. wait until i get out of my cell, do some new shit, the usual. but it'll never be the same.

for the first time in a long time, i regret thinking so much i couldn't even keep up with them. i'm losing the will to live every day. and yet there's something in my head that won't leave me. i keep thinking about the night i looked up to the stars with her, my sandra....

[1996, summer]

"..well fuck. these strings can only last for a while. i'll just try to rearrange the drums until i get my guitar fixed. i haven't had much time to do my shit anyways. got schoolwork to catch up on, i have to submit a reaction paper on that documentary about that heroin addict. dad's telling me to change the wording on one of the questions there, but i don't want to lie about being a drug-less sick fuck. and i was told my friends were stargazing tonight. apparently the stars have been shining brighter than usual for some reason. whatever. i don't have the time for this. i can't waste time on worthless shit. i've already used up too much of it on... okay, maybe i do have time, but only for now. i don't need to work with people to make albums or something. but maybe..

hm? i think i just heard sandra call me to join her with our friends. this better be quick. i'm finally outside and ready to enjoy the view, i guess. i'm glad i have people like her though. it's comforting that i'm not the only one who's sick in this small town. ...everything feels nicer here, actually. the trees always strike me with a sense of longing for the old times, back when dark ruled the rule. looking back, the church near my house against the night sky could as well be an album cover. and it already is! i'm glad i could enjoy this at least. i was already kinda out of ideas in the first place... sandra's already there and waiting for me. she noticed i was enjoying myself with the view a lot so she just let me do whatever.

so now i'm with my gang, finally. it's getting a bit dark outside because of how late we are, but the lights from above are so bright and gentle... wait. why do i feel so giddy about some white dots on a void? why am i here, lying on the grass, and doing nothing but stare to the star with others? why do i actually want to enjoy something like this? my guitar's broken and i got school shit to do, but i don't care as long as i can spend time with myself. like i've said, i don't need someone else to do what i love, learned my lesson after that fuckup with my friends' band.

but is it okay if i want to stay like this? i also don't want to be like anyone else, i fucking hate the thought of being a poser. love is a nigh-alien feeling to anyone fully immersed in the scene. i was lost beneath my thoughts, thinking and thinking about everything going on around me. i forgot i was meant to be a son of pure darkness and hatred. i got so lost, so lost thinking about all of this that i forgot about everything else, until i felt sandra's hands tapping on my shoulder.

"is everything okay, andi?"

..."

i can't remember the rest.

i never realized how much being with someone made me feel so... warm? i'm not sure, it's been too long. i felt more than happy to be with her, under the summer sky at night, gazing at the sparkling stars above us. i guess drugs make me happy, they always had for me, but this one felt so long-lasting and warm...and... i don't know anymore. i'm not sure this is the sort of life i want. i mean, what the fuck do i even have to do when i'm out of this dingy prison? just make music by myself and hope it works out?

i've liked being alone for as long as i remember, and yet being with others in a place like that made me happier then before back then.. i wonder what i should do about this. i should get back into thinking about my future again. i can't stay being lonely for too long, but i can't go back to that point. i haven't seen them in a long time anyway. there's no way i can do that again, let alone like this. there's nothing more for me than to either get out and make ugly music or rot in this hell called prison.

i'll keep doing this shit for as long as i can. but i'm not sure if i can do it alone all the time. whatever, i'll forget about it all tomorrow, so what's the point? i'll just go back to bed, it's late in the night. i won't care about it soon and i won't ever feen whole since then.

i'm not sure if i ever felt whole in the first place.

[derpmeep]

Hello, once again, I come back cause of inspiration from a random basic fluff prompt idea:game night. Originally, I was gonna try and make something cute, but then my mind kept thinking of the hilarious scenerio of group game nights. I can maybe try to make something cute in the future based on this though I'd probably need some ideas since I can't really remember many two player games besides some cards based ones like garbage (yes this is a game the goal is to get cards A-10 first), guess who, chess, checkers, and battleship. I dont know if anyone has done this prompt before for these characters, but I just want to put that out there. Also, sorry for any spelling mistakes. Anyways:

I just want to try and iterate the sheer chaos and pettiness I believe the idea of a game night would cause in the volturi clan. Like, don't get wrong. Some members are probably not gonna be interested in playing or may let someone of higher ranking win against them for brownie points. Or may just enjoy the thrill one can get from watching the chaos unfold but not actually having the stress of playing. But just picture trying to get aros, caius, marcus, Supicia, and Athenodora all to play a game with you. Marcus would probably try to stay out of it and watch from the side lines cause he has no intrest in though I have a feeling if we were to add you to the mix and he had strong feelings for you specifically he would stick around though he may not play for a bit on his own but join you as a team unless you also wanted to stand by and just watch. For the others I can see either the most competitive rule debating known to man or so many under the table alliances as caius keeps trying to start a war for some reason even if it was something like uno, sorry, or a guessing game. While everyone tries to stay out of aros' reach so he can't use his powers on them. Granted, people probably already petitioned for them not to be allowed, but others kinda wished to watch the chaos of if they were.

And with the Cullens, I feel it would be so much worse considering their powers not really needed to touch people to use them. And especially with Alice and Edward id probably be very limiting on what you can play and actually have fun doing so it would either have to be something not at all strategy based or you'd probably have to use their abilities against them like with Edward if you thought of a song for long enough on repeat that could make him concede just to stop hearing it or just keep rickrolling him if you can and with Alice you could either rely on interacting with people's whose future she can't see or just be really indecisive. With jasper, I honestly dont really know what you could do here to distract him unless you were someone he cared about a lot like his mate Alice or you can try to pull the card of going to carlise and esme to get them to implement the rule of no powers.

[cupoftaae]

Forever And A Day (KTH x READER) series ♡ college spirit (chapter 7)

Summary: your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. He knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision.

Genre: fwb. Roommates, friends to idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, the whole 9 yards tbh.

Pairing: taehyung x female!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni!!!)

word count- 5k

Chapter warnings- okay so this is probably the chapter with the most warnings, there is a lot of alchohol, lots of swearing, theres themes of relationship abuse, physical abuse, manipulation, blood mention, we see jungkook btw (bc its party time) Taehyungs heart is in the right place but he does something bad. Kaito is a dickhead say it with me. dont read if youre sensitive to domestic abuse themes, this one was rough yall. also apologies for spelling errors.

A/N- So this is the chapter I would label as story changing, everything kind of takes a giant move in an opposite direction from here on out, Its crazy but hope you enjoy!!

-

Growing up, you thought that life would just magically align the moment you hit your 20's, you would be married with 2 kids living somewhere that provided everything you needed, and anything you wanted. You can laugh at yourself now for thinking, or even considering, that your early 20's would be any different from your teen years.

Because, with that said, here you were laying in bed with Taehyung as he slept, while your boyfriend was out doing God knows what. Granted, he isnt the best boy to use as an example, but just a few hours ago you almost kissed your best friend. You are a lot of things, but despite the shitty situation, you are not a cheater.

You could have yelled at him, you could have made a big deal about what happened outside, but you didnt.

You told yourself that this was taehyungs night to shine, so you dropped it and did what you both always do, forget it even happened. He is stubborn though, and snuck into your bed right before you fell asleep.

Its not unusual for you both to sleep near one another, but you would think he would get the hint that things needed to simmer down for a few.....guess not.

"youre awake?"

you turned your head to the raspy voice beside you, rubbing your eyes as you hummed. "yeah"

He smiled and stretched, burying his face into the pillow before reluctantly sitting up against the headboard.

"You sleep okay?" you ask

"yeah" tae chuckled, "Sort of have a headache..."

"ah" you reached into your nightstand and grabbed some Tylenol, handing the pills over to him along with your not drunk water bottle from last night.

He smiled graciously and took the medicine, sipping the bottle before clearing his throat. "thanks" the boy yawned. "any plans today?" he looked at you

You pulled down the sheet and sat up as well, groaning at the stubborn sunlight peaking through your curtains. "Um...yeah. shit I forgot....some of my friends are throwing a party and I said I would show up. I dont know why I agreed"

"what?" tae whined "just dont go"

"nah they will be pissed at me, they already called me a prude for working and being home all day after school" you shrug

Tae sunk into the bed, upset that you would be out and about while he stayed in the apartment. "I'll just make an appearance, then make my exit, okay? it wont be like an all night thing, swear" you rambled.

"can I go at least?" he pleaded with big eyes

sighing, you look up at the ceiling. "eh, Im not sure thats....I dont know if its a good idea"

"why not?"

"because you dont know anyone over there except from Chae and Dahyun...who youve only met a few times, and-"

"whos throwing the party?"

"...I dont know? Some kid named Jungkook"

"see? you dont even know whos gonna be there so whats the difference if I go?" he insisted

"Because I definitely will recognize people, we all are on the same campus, you wont know a soul"

"Pleaseeee" he jokingly whined and held onto your arm.

"tae"

"Is kaito going?"

"yes"

"then I will too"

you scoff and pull back, "youre going just because he is?"

He looks at you, "no, I just- whatever im going" he stands up and flairs his arms around dramatically before going into the bathroom to wash up, not giving any room to further the conversation.

you fall back against the pillows and sigh. You never wanted to go, but you thought perhaps you had a chance at having fun, now that chance was at like....0.0002%. You loved tae, but certain people in your life dont, certain people who will be at that party, certain people who told you not to bring him.

-

"Yes mom, i-...yes yes, I already said that" you paced around the kitchen with your cellphone pressed to your ear, attempting to clean off the counters while conversing with your mother who was back in Gwangju.

"Well im just saying, your birthday is next month and I would come to Busan myself but my back is still giving issues, doctor said no travel. Would love to see you and kaito come visit me"

You looked around the kitchen as you listened to your mom speak, eyes catching on taehyung who was eating an english muffin in the living room, writing an email to his mom about how he won the art contest.

"I'll talk to him, we both have crazy schedules right now and the semester isnt over until the end of next month, so-"

"its okay if you cant, im just throwing it out there"

"no no, i'll find a way, ok? I only turn 23 once, and Im sure Kaito will love to meet you too."

Tae took a bite of his food and cocked his head to you, raising his eyebrows as you silently shrugged in response.

"Ok....mhm. I love you too mama, text me, okay? ...bye bye" you sigh and put your phone down.

"early birthday festivities?"

"yeah....Im gonna visit mom in a few weeks and she asked me to bring the..boy" you giggle, making him smile.

"she doesnt wanna see me?"

"I think she just wants to meet my current boyfriend, youll see her on easter" you pat his back and walk into your room.

-

"I think Jungkook is cute" Dahyun spoke up, biting into her donut as she scrolled through social media, showing his photos to Chae.

"eh he is oka- woah, yeah hes hot" she leaned closer into her friends phone as Kaito sighed and handed over their coffees. "thanks bean boy" chae chuckled and sipped her drink.

"If you guys are gonna harass me on my shift you can go" he adjusted his apron before wiping off the counter. "do you seriously plan on waiting until I get off of work? you cant drive yourself to the party?"

"what else do we have to do? and....its raining" dahyun drank her coffee, turning to Kaito. "plus you only have another 30 minuets, hurry up"

Chae laughed and walked over to sit in one of the booths as kaito took a new customers order.

"dahyun cmere"

The girl walked over and sat with her friend, looking down at her phone. "whats that?"

"Its Y/N and taehyung" she snickered, scrolling through the collected photos you took last night on your instagram.

Kaito peered over at his friends, curious upon hearing your name brought up. "Oh, yeah, they had this stupid art thing last night, guess he won or whatever" he dried his hands and handed the customer their drink.

"this doesnt look like a art thing" Dahyun smirked

"what?" he came from behind the counter, walking over to see a video of you, drunk, at some bar with taehyung, eating fries.

"she said she was going home after" he pouted and took the girls phone into his hands

"hey!" chae snatched her phone back

"she lied to me" he scoffs and looks again at the videos. "this was last night? youre sure?"

"it says 18 hours ago, yes"

He scratched his head and silently walked back to his position, not speaking a single word until his shift ended. The girls sharing humorous yet worried glances at eachother.

-

"He isnt picking you up"

"what?" you walk around the lobby of your apartment complex as you struggle to comprehend your friend on the other line.

"He said he cant pick you up, but he would see you at the party" Chae spoke louder.

"why cant he pick me up?, where-, what is he doing?"

"I dont know, but thats what he said, ask him" she responded shortly before getting distracted by someone else and hanging up on accident.

You sigh loudly and walk over to taehyung who was resting on the bench. "so hes not picking me up, big surprise"

"what?" he sat up and faced you

You two had gotten ready quickly around 6pm and waited in the lobby for your boyfriend, who you thought would be picking you up.

"I dont know" you shrug and pinch the bridge of your nose,

"hey its okay, i'll go back upstairs and get my keys...ill drive us" he patted your back as you looked at your feet.

"no its not that, I just....he's been acting so off and different. I sent him a cute message last night and he texted me back all lovey dovey this morning, now hes ignoring me, I cant take his fucking moodswings"

"im sorry" he mumbled, looking around at the busy lobby. "maybe...maybe I shouldnt go, like, do you think hes mad that we hung out last night?" he asked

"I dont know anymore, man" you look back at him, "I think we should just go, im not gonna hide from him...maybe I can get him to talk with me" you sigh and stand to your feet. "Im okay with you coming just really...keep your distance"

"from you?"

"from him"

he nods and stands, "okay, just wait here i'll get my keys"

-

The house party was loud, maybe too loud for an on campus event, especially considering it was only 7pm. You practically felt the music blaring inside of you as you timidly stepped into the crowded house. You were immediately met with the mixed aroma of sweat, alcohol, bath and body works perfume, and incense.

"eugh.." you turn to Taehyung and carefully grabbed his arm, leading him out of the busy room. "Just sit, im gonna go look for Kai an-"

"Y/N!"

you turn your head to be met with an already drunk Chae, bringing you into her sweaty arms.

"oh..hey, uh-"

"you need to come with me, we are doing Karaoke upstairs, and Im winning" she yelled, alcohol evident on her breath as it smacked your face.

"you can win Karaoke?" tae mumbled behind you

"yes, yes you can!!" she pointed at him and grabbed your arm, "lets go bitch"

"wait y/n, dont leave me" tae pouted and grasped your other arm.

"I promise ill be right back, okay?" you offered a slight apologetic smile before being whisked away by your friend upstairs, leaving the boy alone in a room full of unfamiliars.

As you made your way into some cleared out room, your eyes were drawn to the huge Karaoke machine set up. "woah..."

"Yeah woah cmon lets go sing a celine dion song"

"chae hold on, wheres Kaito?"

"who?"

you sighed and looked around before grabbing her shoulders, "my boyfriend, Kaito, I need to talk to him, like now. Tall, black hair, you know.....goes by kaito." you dramatically explained as you watched your best friends eyes widen

"Oh yeah.... he is mad at you" she snickered and was quickly distracted by other people, running away before you could question anything she had just said.

"what the fuck" you exhaled, pushing through everyone to try and find kai.

Meanwhile, Taehyung navigated the party downstairs as he awkwardly made his way to the kitchen. There was no order of cleanliness, there was no organization, and the looks of all the mixed red solo cups scattered throughout the entire room kind of disgusted him. He didnt trust any of it, he lifted up a bottle of what looked like tequila and sniffed it, nope, definitely not tequila.

He gave up on finding something to sip on, leaning against the kitchen island as he peered around the large space that seemed too loud for his liking.

Perhaps this was how you felt last night in the art museum.

" 'scuse me" a voice came up beside the boy, making him quickly turn his head and try to figure out who was talking to him, the dim lighting making it difficult.

"what?"

"youre standing in front of the vodka. excuse me" the man repeated, only then did Taehyung understand and scoot over to the side, allowing access to the alcohol. "sorry" he murmured.

"dont think Ive seen you around" the man joked, smiling as he poured and mixed two different bottles into his cup. "whats your name?"

Taehyung looked down to his feet and quickly decided if he should lie or be honest, figuring that these were all college kids, and well, he was not.

"uh, im taehyung. Kim taehyung" he decided, holding out his hand in a gesture of a handshake.

The man looked down and chuckled, ignoring the greeting and looking up at tae. "yeah? you seem unsure"

"yes, thats my name. sorry, i dont usually do parties and shit"

"i can tell man" he took a sip of his drink, audibly wincing before smiling. "Im Jungkook"

Tae raised his brow in acknowledgment

"wanna drink? you look tense" jungkook patted his shoulder and offered him a sip of his own cup, which taehyung reluctantly drank from.

"eugh, jesus christ, that tastes awful"

"I know, but it will get you fucked up" jungkook shrugged,

"hey jungkook wheres Jin at? he said he wou-" a voice came into the kitchen, stopping abruptly when he stood in front of Tae.

"hey" taehyung swallowed harshly

well. he found kaito.

Kaitos eyes drunkingly looked over his figure, a look of disgust and only disgust is what best could be described as his reaction to him being here.

"ah no way, you guys know eachother?" jungkook looked between the two of them happily,

"sort of..." taehyung chuckled, feeling sweat develop on his neck and back.

"wheres y/n?" he asked, looking at him intensly

"Uh, I genuinely dont know...she went away with chae and-"

"wait, y/n is here?" jungkook interrupted, stepping between them both.

"yeah" they both said at the same time before meeting eachothers eyes again.

"dude.....where is she? shes hot as hell" he whisper yelled, peaking into the next room excitedly.

Taehyung glared at the boy, waiting to see kaitos reaction.

"I know, shes my girlfriend"

"no shit dude!" jungkook slapped kaitos back, now ignoring tae completely. "lucky ass"

"nah man" they both stood a few feet away from tae in the doorway, speaking quietly. "she got the worst personality, stuck up as hell. walks and talks as if she doesnt know the only reason boys talk to her is for her tits" he slurs and bursts out laughing

"damn thats harsh man... even for you"

"whatever, i dont care. you can probably have her next...." he sipped his beer quickly

Taehyung felt the anger course through his chest, he wanted to run up and say something, but frankly, he was scared of Kaito, and you had mentioned something about him when he was drunk. If this was it, yeah, its scary.

He immediately stormed out of the room and pushed through the crowd to search for you, the music now blasting louder than before. He quickly walked up to someone familiar by the stairs

"Dahyun, is Y/N around? is she upstairs?"

"taehyung!" she hugged him, "uh...I think? Chae is probably working her. shes ok im sure" she giggled and dragged him over to a lighter area. "look at my manicure! give me an honest opinion. Jimin said it wasnt work $80 bucks and I should just do them myself now, but I think its cute and-"

she went on and on about something that had nothing to do with him for what seemed like forever. Whos jimin? who cares its just a manicure?

he thought to himself as he smiled and nodded.

"they look good, gotta go" he quickly spoke, politely tapping her shoulder before making a dash upstairs. He checked each door, opening up a bathroom to expose two randoms making out.

"oh! uh, im sorry" he covered his eyes and slammed the door shut, walking to the other hall and entering a loud and packed room. "hey chae..." he walked up to the girl, who was in the middle a very intense just dance session with some other poor girl who fell victim.

"heEyy!!" she slurred and danced over to him

He smiled and caught her as she tripped, helping her up. "whats upppp?"

He laughed and made sure she was able to stand on her own before speaking. "do you know where Y/N is?"

"did you see my dancing?" she randomly questioned

"yes, I saw your dancing chae, very nice, now have you seen y/n?"

she looked around curiously before speaking, "oh, yeah, she went to the bathroom!" she yelled into his face

"great, thanks" he gave a thumbs up as he went back into the hall. well he knew which bathroom you werent in.

He trailed down the hall and walked into a bedroom that seemed to be empty, he gently called out your name.

"I'll be out in a second" you shout back, making him exhale in relief. He shut the door to the bedroom and sat on the bed as he waited for you to exit the restroom.

"oh, tae, hi" you mumbled, walking out to him. "you okay?"

"y/n, we need to talk, like...now" he stood up as you made your way over, standing in front of him.

You saw the concern on his face as he spoke, clearing your throat. "wh-whats wrong? what happened?"

"I ran into Kaito and I think-

the door slowly creaked open, a certain someones head peaking in.

"Oh surprise surprise, youre in here with her" Kaito opened the door and walked over, stumbling over his feet.

You stepped closer to tae, feeling fear seep in as you took in your boyfriends very drunk state.

"get out" he looked at taehyung

"no im no-"

"just get the fuck out" he bit

"Taehyung please its okay just go" your voice choked, eyes tearing up as you led him to the door.

"dont let him do anything" he whispered, as you shut the door in his face, making him take a deep breath as he paced through the busy hall outside.

You slowly turned to the boy, waiting for him to speak.

"so, I know that...maybe this is not the best time or whatever to bring this up, but im ready to just..." he began, pausing after words as his thought process was slowed.

"ready to what?" you fidgeted with your bracelets, keeping by the door in case he tried to touch you again.

"move on with my life" he laughed and looked at you.

"wh..what?"

"y/n lets be honest, you dont give two fucking shits about me anymore, so why are we doing this. you dont care, you never have"

you scoffed, "Kaito you are drunk...stop this please, you have no idea what youre saying! How dare you say I dont care about you when all ive done is worry about where you have been and why you are upset!"

"oh please" he stood up and walked around. "you wouldnt care if I died tomorrow, you would find the next boy toy to move on to."

"stop" you mumble, "im not like that, you are being an awful person to me right now"

he walked over and laughed, "why? because im calling you out? calling you out for being a whore?"

you bit the inside of your cheek to avoid breaking out in tears right then and there. you couldnt even speak, you were too afraid and frankly confused on what even caused this sudden outburst.

"you are the one crying? really? I should be upset, I am upset."

he shook his head as he looked at you, " I dont think theres anything left for us right now, so just leave it at that, yeah?" he mumbled into your face as you shoved you aside, allowing him to open the door.

You were shocked, you planned on coming to fix whatever was going on between you both, all of the stressing, just to for him to get drunk and break up with you in some random bedroom. no.

You carefully grasped his arm before he left, "kai, please dont do this" you whispered, his arm forcefully pulling away from you. "dont"

Kaito stormed through the people out in the hall, making his way down the stairs as your eyes met taehyungs. You avoided stopping to talk with him as you decided to run after Kaito.

You were embarrassed. You tried to convince tae that you were in a happy and loving relationship, the little lie was now unraveling as the night ensued right in front of him and your friends.

"wait, please" you called out, following your boyfriend into the living room where the music blared. you tried your best to weave through as best you could, finally catching up to the boy and attempting to reason with him once more.

"baby please can we just talk?" you ask loudly, facing his back as he stood in the crowd.

"No, dont call me that" he mumbled.

"Y/N!!! whats up!" Jungkook ran out of the kitchen to your side, smiling and hugging you. "nice to formally meet you, are you enjoyin- why are you crying?" he pulled away and took in your appearance

"Im sorry Im just dealing with something" you calmly tried to explain, kaito turning around to the both of you. "dont listen to a word this slut says" he bit, making you swallow harshly.

Jungkook looked taken back, his eyes meeting yours sympathetically. "hey, cmon man, dont....dont say that. youre having another beer?" he asked, genuinely concerned for his friends behavior.

Taehyung pushed through and made his way to the living room, eyes wandering for you. He assumed it was best to just leave now, unaware of what had gone down just a few moments prior. He found you standing next to Kaito and Jungkook, watching from afar as he contemplated going over and taking you away.

"dont touch me" kaito shivered away from your touch, making you sigh. "lets go home to my apartment, we need to talk and get you sober, youve drunk too much" you spoke, looking at jungkook for support.

"yeah cmon, listen to her. its probably whats best." he nodded

Kaito looked down with anger at his feet as you stared at him for a moment, you were hesitant to speak any further, but the boy needed help and never listened. He needed to get sober and then probably never drink again. this....wasnt kaito.

"lets just go please? I'll take care of you sweetheart its okay, I-" your hand gently reached out to hold onto his jaw, carefully caressing it as you tried to get him to pick his head up.

You werent sure what exactly had happened, all you knew is that one second you were reasoning with him, the next, the side of your face was burning in pain.

Kaito had pulled back and struck you to the ground.

before you knew it there was a crowd of people surrounding the incident, Jungkook pulling Kaito away as he spit words out at you, none of which you could hear. The music had faded out of your hearing, and the lights were hazed. Your face burned with shame as you struggled to stand up, eyes watching you with concern and shock.

You felt hands immediately pick you up to your feet, turning to see it was Taehyung. You tried to explain but you didnt even comprehend what was coming out of your mouth.

he looked pale, in more pain than you were. His eyes glanced over you and back at kaito as he felt rage fill throughout him, carefully setting you aside as he approached the other boy and suddenly punched him across the face, the room gasping immediately.

"hey- fuck! stop guys!!!" Jungkook tried to seperate them, but there was no use. Taehyung had kaito by his collar, fist repeatedly punching into his face as he fell to the floor, blood on his skin and clothing.

You stood back, unable to fully understand what the fuck was happening. Once it kicked into your mind, your feet were racing over to him, yanking on the back of his shirt. "stop!!! Taehyung stop!!!!" you screamed, other guests joining in to help stop it as well. Your friends stood in the corner, shocked at what they had just witnessed.

"are you okay, miss?" some random man came up, asking you as you realized how many people had been around, asking you questions, none you even heard or noticed.

Someone finally pulled Taehyung away from kaito, who had passed out against the cold tile, nose and mouth bleeding as you watched in horror.

"What the fuck is WRONG WITH YOU?" you screamed at Taehyung, grabbing onto his shirt and shaking him, tears spilling as he looked down at you.

He didnt respond, he let you flip out as people tried to fix up the unconscious boy on the floor.

"you guys gotta go, fuck, the police were called" Jin ran out and spoke loudly, cueing the group of people to run out the door.

"we need to go" Taehyung spoke flatly, gently grasping your arms as he directed you out the door.

He led you to the car and put you into the back seat before getting into the drivers side. He didnt drive right away, instead he looked down at his bruised fist.

"why...why didnt you say anything to me"

You had curled up into the fetal position, tears falling down your cheeks as you tried to look out the window.

"all this time....all this time he was doing this and you never-" he stopped, leaning his head against the headrest and closing his eyes.

"im sorry" you choke out.

He took a deep breath, trying to collect himself so he could speak, let alone drive.

"we will have to talk, about all of this"

"what if you get in trouble?" you whisper

"I didnt do anything wrong, he fucking hit you. He hit a woman, they all saw it" he spoke louder, voice shaky.

you sniffled, the pain in your face and head suddenly becoming really obvious, making you wince.

"are you okay? shit, lets uh, lets get you to a hospital or something" he started his car

"no...I just need Ice"

"what if you have a concussion?"

you groan, "I dont, taehyung, he hit my cheekbone and jaw" you trace your hand over your face, hissing at the sharp sting.

"Im still gonna take you to a walk in clinic, im not risking it. we will go home and sleep right after, I dont want to hear you argue about anything tonight. Tomorrow morning we need to sit and talk." he sternly spoke, making his way down the street.

You didnt have the energy to fight, you were mad, but you didnt have the energy.

You were upset with Taehyung for making the situation worse, but you were even more mad with Kaito. you felt betrayed, he humiliated you in front of everyone you know. He put his hands on you, after saying he would never do it again, over what? nothing.

-

"there is no signs of concussion, but there will be signifigant bruising and damaged nerves." the doctor read over her chart as you sat in a hospital bed, taehyung by your side. it was late, you missed your bed, you missed Yeontan. You didnt think you would be here, especially for this reason.

"thats..good, better than having something serious" he exhaled

"do you wish to file a report against the person who did this to you?"

Tae opened up his mouth to speak, but you cut in

"no, its already being taken care of, thank you though"

She nodded sadly and walked off, giving you too permission to go home.

you felt over your cheek, now covered with bandages.

"Im so sorry" he whispered, looking at you.

"tae.."

"no, im sorry. im so fucking sorry. I know I shouldnt have done that, but I.....I saw him hit you. I saw him hit you, y/n."

"i know" you mumbled, looking down.

"when I saw it happening, I just couldnt control myself. It was wrong of me, I take blame, but jesus y/n...."

"I know..." you repeated, voice cracking slightly. "tae please I just wanna go home, okay? I dont wanna relive it right now"

He nodded softly, standing to get to your side. "yeah, lets go home." he held your ice pack for you, leading you back to the car.

The sounds of the city surrounding you infiltrated your ears. You really couldve been anywhere in the world tonight, but here you were, in this position.

You knew you shouldnt have gone to the party, you regret it with your whole being, because not only did you suffer, but you dragged Taehyung into it too.

You had yourself to blame. you wanted to cry and scream but all you could do is lay in bed that night once you got home as taehyung gently rubbed your back, reassuring you that it would be okay.

Yeah, about that thing you said earlier, about assuming your twenties would be fantastic and amazing......11 year old you needed a reality check.

taglist:

@turnthepageandbeburnt @taebangtanbabe @borahaexoxo @lelefoodlover @tan-veee