#wow what is this word vomit i'm so sorry

[leejiieuns]

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the longer they sat in the car heading for their destination, the more yura felt this was all starting to get a little too ridiculous for it to not feel like some sort of weird – a pleasantly weird one, but still – dream. more so when jaehyung started talking, and it took a moment for his words to fully register in her mind, its impact hitting her with a slight delay as she shifted sideways in her seat to stare at him. “yoon jaehyung,” she called, eyebrows furrowing a little, “you know people say if someone suddenly changes too much, they’d die.” some old-fashioned saying that yura hadn’t really given much thoughts over, until now. she wasn’t complaining about jaehyung’s sudden interest in skipping work and taking a spontaneous trip, but she was more curious about exactly what it was that prompted him to. but that thought was quickly pushed aside, as she perked up at the idea of an overnight trip. perhaps there would be plenty more chances to figure out what jaehyung was really up to. “you should’ve told me earlier so i could at least do some preparations.” of what exactly, even she wasn’t sure of, but something was still better than nothing, right? “are you sure you really want to go?” she asked, head titling a little, but before she even waited for an answer, she was already continuing on and leaving no possible chance for him to take back his suggestion. “anyway, i can pack in record time! back in school, i was always the first to leave whenever a class finishes.” she swiftly chose to not share about how such a skill of hers was only developed solely because she used to – and still did even now – have a hard time waking up in the mornings and rushing through the morning routine was the only way to narrowly avoid being late. “weather’s nice today too, we’re going to have a great time. i’m sure of it.” she smiled, facing forward again. 

Dying seemed like an accurate word to describe how he’d been feeling the past few days, going back and forth between what he knew was the right thing to do, and what he wanted to do, but Jaehyung managed a soft chuckle as he took a quick sidelong glance at her, not quite offering an explanation just yet to his burst of spontaneity, but not denying the change in his behavior either. He had never said it aloud, and maybe he only really came to the realization when he didn’t have the option to do so, but he so badly wanted to talk to her about it -- to help him make sense of it all. Somewhere along the way, without even realizing, he had begun to lean on Yura, and the way in which she dealt with things gave him a new perspective, too. How could he ask her for comfort for something that would no doubt change her life forever, and not for the better? He decided that morning that he would carry the burden of the truth on his own for as long as he possibly could. “I’m sure,” he nodded his head as he made a right turn and drove toward her house. “I know it’s all so sudden, so thank you for obliging me.” He let her voice distract him from his heavy thoughts for the meantime, and her story elicited a chuckle from him. “I’m not sure that’s something to brag about,” he said, a thoughtful tone in his voice as he considered her words. Jaehyung had always been known to be too serious with his studies. Ever the diligent student, he was almost always the first to arrive in the classroom -- with freshly sharpened pencils and all -- and the last, with questions listed down on his notepad for his teachers. But he could also imagine Yura in his mind’s eye, packing her things in lightning speed to get out of class, and he thought she was adorable. “Or maybe it is. You’ll have to show me.”  He slowed to a stop as they reached her home, and he turned to her and smiled, reaching out to take her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “We will,” he promised. “Whatever you want to do, we’ll do it. No complaints from me whatsoever.” He flashed her a sincere smile before letting her hand go, but a thought occurred to him just then, making him pause from opening his side of the door, and he said, “But maybe not dancing. I’ve never been too good at that.” Jaehyung chuckled softly and proceeded to rush to her side to open the door.

[dirt-goth]

Staring at old photos is so insane because I know for a fact 90% of those I didn't want taken and I dodged hundreds more than exist. I hated the way I looked. I hated the idea of being perceived. I hated my stupid smile and dorky laugh and I STILL feel that way most of the time but like maybe I shouldn't. Maybe me in a few years will feel the same seeing me now as I do seeing me then

[hannieehaee]

HOT TO GO! (teaser)

18+ / mdi

summary: moving into a quiet apartment complex you expected to find nothing but solace, not your most entertaining situationship to date OR the three times you kept it casual with your new neighbor vs the one time he made things serious.

content: neighbor!jungkook, strangers2lovers, situationship (kind of), fwb, jk's a lil bit of a himbo in this fic, afab reader, smut, three smut scenes lol, penetrative sex, dry humping, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, etc.

(^ no actual content warnings in the teaser)

wc: 461 (teaser); 7.1k (full fic)

RELEASE DATE: september 12th

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a/n: this is mostly word vomit but i enjoyed writing jk's character for this one<3

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"Oh, wow, uh, hey."

"Hi?", you looked at the stranger in curiosity, though still very shocked by the adonis of a man who had suddenly knocked on your door.

He cleared his throat and shook his head as if rebuffing himself to speak again, "Fuck, okay, that was such an uncool first impression. What I meant to say was 'Welcome to the neighborhood,' but you just caught me off guard. Sorry."

"I caught you off guard? You're the one who knocked on my door."

"Yeah, not gonna elaborate on that," he chuckled sheepishly, extending his hand, "Hi, I'm Jungkook, your neighbor," he introduced himself.

You chuckled in return, letting his ambiguity slide as you briefly shook his hand, providing him with your name, "Hi, Jungkook. I'm new here, if that wasn't obvious."

"No, yeah, you can really tell the difference between you and the old lady who used to live here. She was- wait, fuck. Did she-"

"No, Jungkook, she's not dead. The landlord told me she just moved into some retirement home," you clarified.

"Thank god," the boy sighed in relief, "Me and Mrs. Louis go way back. She used to bake me cookies on Sundays."

"Oh really? Well, you won't be getting any cookies from me. Sorry," you joked.

Cocking his head to the side, he lifted his eyebrows, "We'll see about that."

"What does that even mean?"

"I can be very convincing."

Was he flirting? Through a cookie euphemism?

"Are you-"

"Anyways, if you need any help with moving in, let me know. Maybe coming over to help build some furniture?", he suggested, "I like to be on a friendly standing with all my neighbors," he smiled as he disregarded his prior flirting, almost as if it had never happened.

"I'm your only neighbor. There's only two apartments per floor," you recalled, still amused by his oddity.

"Exactly," he winked, and with that, he turned to leave, heading back to his own apartment, "See you around."

It was through that very short interaction that you first met your neighbor, Jungkook. Despite how odd he had seemed, he carried a charm that intrigued you (though his pretty appearance also drew you in).

Closing your door, you went back to what you had been doing previously, a smile of disbelief on your face as you tried to come up with some believable reason to scout him for help – as he had offered – just to see him again.

Unfortunately, most of your stuff had not arrived yet, so you truly had nothing you could possibly use as an excuse to get him to come into your apartment so soon. It was nice, though, to know that your new neighbor was as friendly as he was (and as attractive, might you add).

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um yeah so congrats to timeskip!kuroo for being able to live his best life

an even greater life with you in it, of course

because although he swaggers along in his little suit and tie handing out his card willy-nilly to god knows who all day,,,

you bet your sweet ass he’s got a picture of you in his wallet

and that wallet is constantly getting whipped out around the office as he looks at your smiling face

looking longingly and with a little lovestruck sigh

(he’s so dramatic)

he has your drink order on lock and will pick it up coming back from work

but he is the type to take a “sip” out of your cup in exchange

(half your drink’s gone after that 🙁)

he “needs help” tying his tie like every other morning

“y/n love of my life can you help me with this”

it was cute

like the first couple times

maybe not so much at the twentieth time

at this point you just tell him to do it himself so you don’t have to get out of your bed bc you know what he’s trying to do

"have you ever considered trying a clip-on tie, tetsu?"

but granted, whenever you do cave, it’s impossible to miss in the corner of your eye the way his eyes are filled with pure unadulterated admiration as he watches you tie the stupid tie

(it was never about the tie)

(he just needs to look at you before he has to go the work where he can’t look at you like this until he comes home later that night)

and sometimes when he gets home he really tries to take up making dinner some nights to give you a break

he even wears a little apron (your apron) over the wife pleaser and boxers he’s so accustomed to changing into upon arriving home

(really not necessary but you two watched the bear together one night and he’s really just trying to get into it with the apron)

he looks ridiculous but you hate to admit you find it so adorable

"can someone get me a fucking sharpie, that fucking works!!!"

"i'm sorry for cursing at you babe, i don't even need a sharpie, i was just saying the thing from the thing–"

the best he can do is like cold noodles or the occasional steak dinner which really aren’t that bad when those are on the dinner menu!!!

when it comes to everything else? well... yeah he’s better off without the apron

but make him lunch for the office? oh he’ll propose to you a second time right then and there next to your fridge

put the cute character cutouts in there too, as if he cares what his coworkers might say bc anything you touch is gold to him no matter what

“ok but where are your guys’ carrot flowers, huh? don’t eat your veggies? have you ever considered that what you should actually be concerned about, is that you’re not eating as balanced of meals as i am every day?”

part of me wants to say when all is said and done, you two share a bottle of wine or smth under the night sky together to wind down

but honestly i don’t think a moment with this man necessarily calls for being a little buzzed like that

he makes you laugh simply by how he talks about his day, and with his little comments and reactions to whatever you may tell him about yours

"some people may wonder how he got demoted from a coordinator position–but y/n, honey, if you saw the way he parallel parks on the street outside our office, you would agree he's very much lacking in the skill of coordination."

"wow, i can't believe she treated you that way. and you're sure she knows the 'h' in 'hr' stands for 'human', right? because she sure isn't acting like a good one."

"😧 ..."

it’s like your home becomes your own personal comedy-club to round off yet another day with the love of your life

with the sounds of both of your laughter mingling together in a solemn late-night harmony only ever truly appreciated by the both of you

and when you two finally head to bed

his arm can’t help but snake its way around your waist

"g'night my love..."

pulling you close and breathing in your scent as you both get lulled away into a deep sleep

all to repeat everything again the next morning <3

[stone-stars]

Transcript:

Jens (Murph): Alright. Yeah, I guess I'll talk to you later or whatever. Just send us whatever we need from this one. I don't care-- Gex (Caldwell): Wait, I might die! Onyx (Emily): Tell him you got a text from me and I invited you on a-- (laughs) Jens: I got a text from Onyx and she invited me on a… you invited me on what? [Pause as Emily laughs] What did you invite me on? Onyx. [Emily continues to laugh.] What did you invite me on? Caldwell: What did you invite him on? Onyx, barely able to speak through laughter: A helicopter ride. [Caldwell laughs. Emily continues to laugh as the others talk.] Jens, deadpan: I just got a text from Onyx and she invited me on a helicopter ride. Nyack (Jake): Wow. Gex: Oooh! You're making it hard to be a chaste lizard out here! Nyack: Yeah, we can-- we can put in a good word for you if you want, you just have to say it. You just have to say "I like Onyx." Jens: Yeah, what are your-- what are your, I guess, thoughts on Onyx. Or whatever. Nyack: Not that she's interested in you, she's actually clearly not. Jens: Yeah. She's actually-- yeah. Nyack: She's not very available. You will have to-- you will have to beg. Caldwell: Um, Gex is gonna do a Charisma save. Onyx, do you wanna do a persuasion? Emily: (tearful from laughter) Yeah. [Dice roll] Oh my god. Um, that's 17+11. Murph: 28. Emily: I got a 28. [Caldwell laughs.] Murph: So hot. Gex: Well I guess-- Caldwell: You see, uh, Gex, still on this like, massive carphone, this like, massive 90's carphone, is thinking about it as, uh, Jerry Sheldonfeld and Cosmo Creldon talk to each other in the background. [Emotional piano.] Gex: You know I've just been… so hung up on trying to get back with Agent Xtra, I haven't really thought about it, but… I mean, I'm a well-to-do lizard. I'm-- I'm young, hung, and fulla tongue. And I feel like-- [Emily cackles.] Nyack: Oh my god. Murph: Jens hangs up. Jens hangs up. [Caldwell cackles.] Emily: Onyx-- Onyx squirts her skirt. [Murph and Caldwell cackle. Emily and Caldwell keep laughing in the background as the others continue.] Nyack: I'm sorry, the-- like, the-- that was-- Murph: Jens vomits into the TV. Just… Nyack: That was uncouth. That was foul. I-- I'm gonna be sick. Murph, laughing: Squirts? Into her skirt? Nyack: Why did he say that? Murph, laughing: What the fuck? [Pause, as everyone laughs] What the? Caldwell: I'm-- I'm drooling. Nyack: Like two seconds ago he wasn't over his ex? Caldwell: Onyx, he saw something in that moment. Murph: Jens dives into a random TV. [Caldwell: Okay.] And I truly mean a random one. Literally whatever one is next to us.

[passionwillow]

Please Be Okay

Hi beauties! I'm back with another request. ❤️ Reader is at the bar and gets roofied, and calls Luca. He, of course, comes to the rescue.

Warnings: mentions of being drugged/roofied.

The music and chatter around the bar was starting to pound in your head and the guy next to you was seriously getting on your nerves.

He was tall and decent looking, dark hair and pretty blue eyes. But the conversation killed any attraction you had to him. All talk about his work and how amazing he was at it, and he kept inching closer and closer.

His breath reeked of alcohol, and the way his eyes were raking over your jeans and low cut top made your skin crawl. Your eyes darted around to search for your friend, for any chance of escape, but she was no where to be seen.

"You listening, beautiful?" The guys grating voice made your skin crawl, and you looked back to him, forcing a smile on your face and nodding, grabbing your glass and downing it. The alcohol burned but made the conversation slightly more bearable.

You kept up a flow of "uh huh", "wow, that's crazy" and "so cool" to keep him placated, your phone in your lap as you texted your friend Casey.

Where are you?!

Sorry, cute guy pulled me. Going to his house. Be back soon!

Oh, you've got to be kidding me. Heat flooded to your face and a small twinge of panic set in. How the hell were you getting home? She was your ride!

You weren't sure if it was the panic or alcohol but the pounding in your heat seemed to speed up with the music and everything was getting blurry. You stood up and swayed slightly, swallowing against the bile in your throat as you grabbed your purse.

The guy reached out and took your arms, his grip firm as he smiled down at you, blue eyes dark. "Need a hand? Wanna get out of here?" You met his gaze and shook your head, the dread pooling in your gut. Your thoughts were sluggish and disorganized, but in the back of your head you knew. Get away. Something was in that glass.

You forced a smile on your face and tried to act natural, hating the way your voice wobbled and slurred. "No, just going to- to the ladies room. Be right back!" You tugged out of his grasp and turned, purse clutched in your hand as your boots thudded on the floor, forcing yourself through the crowd of people. You looked around and held onto tables as you cursed to yourself, eyes finally landing on the Ladies sign on the far wall.

You inhaled deeply and tried to settle the way your head was spinning, the wobble in your steps, and forced yourself on. Step after step, your legs ready to give out, you finally hit the wooden door and pushed in open, sighing in relief as the sounds of the bar behind you muffled and quieted down.

You held onto the dirty, graffitied walls and walked in a bit further before stumbling into a stall, only just managing to lock the door before sliding down the wall until you were sitting. Not moving was certainly helping your head, and your hands seemed to move in slow motion as you dug your phone from your purse. Help. Need to call for help.

The panic was tightening your chest, making it harder to breathe, and you panted slightly as you looked back to the phone, fingers finding Luca's contact and dialing.

"Hey, hon, what's up?" Luca's deep, relaxed voice sent a wave of relief over you, and your eyes closed as you tried to still your head, but everything was moving too fast and spinning even in the darkness. "L-Luca.. Need help. I think-.." Your words broke off as a wave of nausea rushed into you. You swallowed hard and whimpered faintly, hands shaking as you whispered. "Need help. Crescent.. Crescent Avenue.." You leaned over and vomited, the sudden motion making your hands shake so bad you dropped your phone.

Everything in you screamed to grab it and keep talking, the sound of his voice grounding you, but everything went black and you slumped over, the dizziness overtaking you.

Everything was a blur for a while. You remembered the door to the stall busting open, Luca's tall form and blue eyes hovering over you, blue eyes you were so happy to see.

His warm, calloused hands held your face and he was repeating your name over and over, the panic in his eyes making your heart ache.

"Please be okay." His words rattled in your head, the only words you really noticed as you sank in and out of consciousness. You remember being swept up and carried, multiple muffled voices caressing your brain, before being placed in a car.

You sank back out of consciousness and didn't come back for a few hours after that.

You didn't know how much time had passed before you woke up again. The sun was shining in through nearby window, there was the muffled sound of traffic and kids shouting, and you were so warm and bundled up you almost chose to fall right back asleep.

You forced your eyes open and looked around the room, and the familiar scene of Luca's room and the scent of him eased your chest. You were so groggy you did't notice Luca beside you on the bed, on top of the covers. "Take it easy, let me help you." His voice caused you to jump slightly, and his hands gently grabbed you, easing you into a sitting position. You were in a baggy pair of sweats you recognized as Luca's, and one of his baggy hoodies. You were practically swimming in it.

"You feel okay?" You looked at him and nodded slightly, rubbing your eyes and squeezing them tight, the memories of last night rushing into you. "Fuck, I-.. He drugged me." The words didn't seem right coming off your tongue, and a slice of dread hit you. "What happened?"

He watched you with a frown and shifted closer on the bed, arms circling you and pulling you in. "You called me and aid you needed help. I think you passed out, because you gave me a street name and then I didn't hear anything. The line just.. went empty. So I looked up the street and saw a bar on it. Drove over, looked all over and didn't see you. I was terrified. But I checked the bathroom and.. You were passed out."

His voice grew tighter and angrier as he spoke, and you soaked in his warmth as he told the story. "What happened to the guy? Did you find him?" Luca smiled slightly and nodded, eyes twinkling as he hummed. "Deacon and Hondo came with me when you called. The guy saw us, saw me go into the bathroom, and must have put it all together. He tried to run but Hondo just about ripped him apart. He told us what he slipped you. It wasn't anything you couldn't sleep off so I brought you home. Well- my home. Got you cleaned up as best I could and.. Let you sleep."

Luca watched you and gave you a moment to sit with the information before talking again, voice softer. "Chris heard about it and remembered Casey was supposed to be with you. Got ahold of her and seriously chewed her out."

A shiver ran down your spin and you played with his hoodie, the realization of what could have happened playing in your mind. The anger of your friend up and leaving you. "Luca, I can't thank you enough for coming to get me." You looked up at the man you were curled into and blushed, his blue eyes, so much more beautiful than the freak from last night, glued to yours.

"I'm always going to come running for you. I'm always here." The raw honesty in his words made you smile, and you pressed a kiss to his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder. "Thank you for cleaning me up, too.. I think I remember vomiting." Your weak attempt at humor just made Luca snort, and he squished you closer as he rested his head against yours teased. "You did.. Didn't want it on my bed."

[avenging-fandoms]

kook princess!yn inviting jj to midsummers as her date 🤭😏 and kie sees and she's all 🥹 bc she knows how much jj likes you and you're giving him a chance

**long post, i got carried away LMAOO **i just love jj in love with a kook so i wrote A LOT *smut! (f!receiving)

*events are different from what happened at Midsummers in the show

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"I don't know, Kie. He's going to say no" Your knee was leaned up against the door, arm resting on the open window as Kiara drove.

"Yn, I promise you with every cell in my body, JJ is not going to say no to you. You don't hear him when it's just me and him" She smirks and you look at her over your sunglasses. "He goes on and on about how beautiful and smart you are. He stalks your Instagram all the time"

"Why to only you?" You ask and she hits the brakes at a red light. She looks at you and you nod. "Kook fucking princess" You mumble, rolling your eyes. "You know, I didn't start that. Rafe Cameron started it because he thinks we're going to get married, just because our dads are friends!"

"Yeah, Rafe is pretty fucking scary" Kiara spoke through her teeth and pulled into JJ's place. You unclick your seatbelt and Kiara grabs your arm. "Listen, you're one of my best friends, since diapers, so I'll be honest with you" you look at her and her eyes adjust. "I know you're finally giving JJ a chance, but if you hurt him, I will end you"

You smile, saluting Kiara. "Sir yes sir" You both laugh and you get out. You follow Kiara to the door and she knocked. JJ opened the door without a shirt and a beer bottle in hand, sunglasses on the tip of his nose and his eyes immediately catch yours. "Hi JJ"

He couldn't say anything, he just smiled. Kiara smacked his forehead as she walked in, and he moved so you could get in. You thank him and look around, a soft smile on your face. "I uh.. I'm sorry for the mess. This isn't how-"

"JJ," you touch his shoulder and he looks at you. "Relax. I don't care about that. I'm not that type of person to judge, despite what others might think" You shove your hands in your back pockets, eyes falling down his chest then quickly back to his eyes.

JJ quickly put on his tank top, his chest and stomach still very visible and you couldn't help but stare. "Do you want anything to drink?" your eyes fall on what was in his hand. "They're outside. Kie, you want one?" JJ opened the door for you and you looked at her.

"No, I'm gonna use the bathroom. I'll be right there" JJ nods and turns away from her, and she winks and gives you a thumbs up before you and JJ head to his backyard.

"It's nice back here, JJ" you compliment and he thanks you, handing you a beer. You thank him and try to twist it off and he hums as he takes a sip of his.

"Here, let me open it" JJ used his ring to pop the bottle open, and you smile to yourself. He hands it to you and you inhale. "What?"

"That was just the hottest thing I've ever see" your eyes widen at the word vomit, taking a big sip of your drink. You gasp for air and JJ chuckles, cheeks beet red.

"Wanna go to the dock?" JJ nods towards the water and you nod, following closely next to him. "Hottest thing you've ever seen, huh?"

"Oh please, your cheeks were hotter"

"That was a good one, princess" You roll your eyes and sit at the edge of the dock, taking your sandals off. JJ did the same, his leg pressed against yours as you both drink. "Why did you come here?" JJ asked and you raise your eyebrows, setting your beer next to you while you leaned on your hands.

"Wow, alright"

"No, no, no. I didn't mean it like that. It's just.. you haven't really chosen to hang with us.. or me before" You look at JJ, squinting from the sun. You suck up your pride and sit up straight, looking at JJ.

"Well.. you know about Midsummers, right?" JJ nods, eyes watching you contently. You take a sip of your beer, a droplet of condensation falling on your chest and JJ couldn't help but watch it fall.

"Uh, yeah. Midsummers. I..I think I'm working it"

"Well.." you crossed your leg over your knee, your foot hitting his shin, his chest moving quicker. "Why don't you not work that night, and come with me. As my.. date"

"Yes, absolutely. That..that sounds amazing. I'll quit so I don't work that night" JJ rambled and you laughed, placing a hand on his thigh. His mouth fell into a straight line.

"You're not going to quit your job, JMay"

"JMay?"

"Yeah, that's my nickname for you"

"JMay. Out of anything in the world"

"Out of JJ?! Your name is a nickname!" you both laugh and you kept your eyes on him a little longer. "Kiara told me about your crush on me" his head snapped towards you and you smile. "She only told me because I told her I thought you were cute and to give you my number"

"Hmm.. did she tell you about Instagram?" You nod and he nods along with you, sucking his teeth. "So you wanted me first, princess?"

"God, I hate that nickname. Please don't use it again"

It's like you showed JJ all your buttons and said, 'push them.'

"So sorry. Anyway, what made you decide to take me to Midsummers? Needed a prince.." he leaned into you and you shook your head. "'Cause you're a princess"

You grab his shoulders and push him into the water. You laugh as he pops back up, leaning down. “I could’ve had Rafe Cameron take me”

“Yeah like you’d go for that psycho” JJ pulled himself up onto the dock, grabbing onto your belt loops and pulling you in with him. He still held onto you as he spun you in the water.

"Jokes on you," You pull your shirt off and toss it at his face, a bathing suit underneath your clothes. "I came prepared" you pushed his hands away and took off your shorts, throwing them on the dock. JJ did the same, throwing your shirt and his on the dock.

You and JJ hung out in the water for a little bit, splashing, dunking each other, everything. You both hop back up on the dock and you lay on your back, closing your eyes and letting the sun dry you.

JJ laid next to you, his pinky inches from yours. "You never answered my question from before"

"What was it again? I was too busy pushing you in the water"

"Why me?" You blocked the sun with your hands, looking at JJ. He looked back at you, searching for an answer in your eyes.

"You're.. like a breath of fresh air" You answer honestly, and he smiles softly. "I know that sounds crazy 'cause I've only been around you a few times. Very short, due to being berated by your friends, but you're just so.. I don't know"

"Well, I'll take that as a compliment. I just hope it blows over well with the other Kooks"

"Fuck the other Kooks, you only have to worry about impressing me" you wink at him. "I have to use the bathroom, and figure out where the hell Kiara is"

JJ nodded and closed his eyes, relaxing in the sun again. You open the screen door, the floor creaking underneath your feet. "Kie?" You looked around the kitchen and living room, repeatedly calling her name. You looked in the front of his house, and her car was gone.

'Be back at 5 :)'

A note taped to the doorway. You roll your eyes and smile, knowing you should've guessed she would have done this. You walk down the hallway of JJ's and spy his room, opening it and stepping inside.

You look around his room. Bracelets, shoes, clothes everywhere. Beer cans, wrappers. Typical teen boy room. You find a shirt in his drawer and put it over your body, finding his sunglasses and putting those on.

You head back outside with two more beers, holding the can over JJ's face and letting the condensation fall on his face. "Hey!"

"Kiara left, she'll be back at 5. Probably so we can get ready for Midsummers" You hand him the beer and he watches you in awe as you sit next to him.

"Is.. uh.. that my shirt?"

"Yeah. Hope you don't mind I borrowed the sunnies too" You smile and he shakes his head, sipping his beer.

"It's just.. that is the hottest thing I've ever seen" He teases and you laugh.

"Touché, Maybank"

-

You nearly beat Kiara up as she came back to pick you up. "I see you're wearing his shirt"

"We didn't do anything. We just sat in his backyard after taking an impromptu swim and talked. Got to really know each other" You leaned your elbow on the window and tried to hide your smile behind your hand.

"You bitch, you're blushing!" She slaps your arm and you laugh. She pulls into your driveway and you grab your bag. “You’re welcome!” She shouts out the window and you flip her off.

“Hey, where have you been? Whose shirt is that?” Topper asked and you rolled your eyes.

“None of your business, Topper. Go get ready for your grand entrance with Sarah Cameron” You reply sarcastically, heading up the stairs.

You hated your brother. You hated that he was your mother’s bitch and you hated that she bought into it. She wasn’t too keen on you, because you didn’t obey her every command.

You head upstairs and get in the shower, smiling at the day you had with JJ. You get out and head into your room, doing your hair and makeup before putting on your dress. You do a twirl in the mirror and smile, putting on the flower crown your mother insisted your wear.

You put on your shoes and waited for Kiara's text. You heard footsteps walking past your door, praying no one came in. Kiara texted she arrived and you turn on your music softly, leaving out your patio slowly.

You heard the car door as you climbed down the ladder, JJ catching your waist as you slipped off the last step. You step away from him and swipe your hands down your dress, smoothing it out and you look at JJ.

“Looking good, JMay” you wink and he smiles, fixing your hair that was stuck in your crown. His thumb rubbed over your cheek, nodding.

"Looking beautiful, princess" you roll your eyes and JJ holds his hand out towards the car and follows you, opening the passenger door open for you.

You thank him with a smile and he closes the door for you. Kiara gives him a sly high five as she gets in the car, JJ behind you. She sped off and you saw Topper in the rearview mirror, draping your hand out the window and giving him the finger.

-

Kiara turned her car off and you unbuckle your seatbelt, JJ rushing out of the car and opening your door. You take his arm as he closes the door, holding his bicep and you two walked into the party.

Eyes were on you. Not only because you looked amazing, but because you were holding onto a Pogue. You felt JJ's arm start to tremble and you place a hand on his chest, his eyes meeting yours.

"No one but me, JJ" you say softly and he nods. You place your hand on top of the one around his bicep, taking him to the bar area. "Hey, Rachel! How are you?" you wave to your friend and she waves back, smile dropping a bit when she saw JJ. You grab a champagne glass and hand it to JJ and one for yourself.

"Can we go find somewhere quiet to sit?" He asks in your ear, and you nod.

"Of course, JJ. Here, I know a spot" You took his hand and trailed him to your spot you always snuck away to during parties. You two sat on the log and you took off your shoes, pulling up your dress and resting your feet on the sand. "Are you alright?"

"Just.. not the biggest fans of Kooks" He sighed and downed his champagne, putting the glass in the grass behind him under the little rock cave. You look at the water, shaking your head.

"I knew it was a bad idea bringing you. The last thing I wanted to do was make you uncomfortable and that's exactly what I did. I'm sorry, JJ"

"No, Yn, I'm happy I came with you" JJ moved closer to you and placed a hand on your leg. "It's just we're very different"

"Only where we come from, JJ" You whisper, eyes on his lips. "I'm glad to be learning more about you"

"Same.. Yn.." His breathing got choppy. His fingers tighten on your thigh. He was getting closer. He was getting nervous.

"The cool, punk Pogue JJ Maybank.." your fingers trail over his shoulder, down his chest. "All nervous to kiss a Kook"

JJ smiled and held your face, kissing you slowly. Your fingers grab his shirt, pulling him in closer and his hand pushed up your dress, and you sat on his thigh. Your hand combed through his hair, his hand rubbing your back.

You pull away, fingers touching his chin as he looked at you with heavy eyes. "Why stop, princess?"

"Because I have something that will calm you down" You bend over and grab your clutch, JJ rubbing your back. You sat back up and opened it, his cheek on your shoulder. You pulled out 3 joints in a sandwich baggie and JJ looked like a kid in a candy store.

You stood up and went under the rock cave, laying in the grass as you lit a joint in your mouth. JJ smiled in victory, laying down next to you, you take a big hit and hold it in, holding the joint to JJ's mouth and exhaling as he inhaled.

You two shared 2 each, and you both weren't nervous anymore. You were giggling, sharing stories, getting to know each other better. "Okay, personal question" JJ coughed and you look at him. "Out of the guys you hooked up with, who was the worst at giving you head?"

"Wow, Maybank" you laugh and lay back on your elbows, thinking. "I don't think I've had a guy do that. They usually just want head or to fuck, but they never pleasured me. Why didn't I say anything?"

"So you never experienced it because they were too stupid to go down on a beautiful girl like you? What morons" He laughs and you inhale sharply, suddenly getting a boost of confidence.

"Do you know how to do it?" You ask and he looks at you with soft eyes.

"I do. Why do you wanna know?" His body got closer to yours, hand rubbing over your chest and holding your neck. "Do you want me to show you?"

"Y-yes JJ"

"Look at that, the stuck-up, princess Kook. All nervous, just for me" He taunted you and you groan, kissing him roughly and grabbing his hand. You kissed him sloppily as his hand touched your inner thigh, pushing his palm into your thigh and you flop on your back.

"J.." You mumble against his lips and he smiles, his hand reaching your pussy. His finger rubbed up and down your folds outside of your underwear, and you stifle a moan.

"Let me hear you, princess" he kissed your neck and pushed his fingers into your underwear, sliding his middle finger and ring finger into you.

"Fuck, JJ" You moan and grip his hair as he kissed your chest. He moved in between your legs, disappearing underneath your dress. You ripped grass up in your hands and your back arched as he spread your legs and licked a bold stripe up.

JJ knew what he was doing. Every nerve, every pace. He knew exactly what to do.

His tongue worked on your clit while he pumped his fingers into you. Your body twisted and you sat up on your elbows again, pulling your dress up and you bite your lip as your eyes meet his.

"You taste so delicious" JJ breathed and kissed you, fingers still fucking you and you hum into his mouth. "Are you gonna cum for me, princess?"

"Yes, JJ, fuck" your arm wraps around his neck and bury his face in your chest, scratching his back as you came on his fingers. You let out a loud moan and JJ's hand covered your mouth, looking at you as he rode out your orgasm.

JJ pulled away and looked at you as he licked his fingers clean, a satisfied smile on your face. "God, JJ. I am so happy I asked you to come here with me"

"I'm glad you asked me too" He kissed you again and helped you up. You wiped him off and then he did you. He helped adjust your hair and crown, and you his hair.

You both head back to the party, your shoes clicking softly on the stone path. Your arms were wrapped around his waist, his arm draped over your back as you both walked back into the party.

Kiara caught you two and you gave her a wink, Kiara's eyes turning into hearts as she watched you two walk onto the dance floor. You connect your fingers behind his neck, his hands together behind your back as you both swayed to the music.

You rest your head on his chest, closing your eyes. This is when you felt the most comfortable, in JJ's arms. He was so nice to be around, he never judged you.

You open your eyes as the song ends, finding Kiara and the three of you sat at a table to eat. You pick your eyes up and spot Topper looking directly at you.

"Oh, Jesus Christ" you roll your eyes and Topper comes over to you with Sarah trailing behind. "What do you want, dickhead?"

"Oh no, I didn't come over here for you. I came over here, for JJ" JJ's body visibly straightens, his eyes narrowing.

"What can I do for you, Top?"

"I'd like for you to leave my sister alone. She doesn't need to be dragged down to your level"

JJ stood up, his chair screeching across the floor. "Wow, Topper. For once, you care about your sister? How kind of you. But I promise, I'm taking better care of her than you ever could"

"Yeah?" Topper pushed JJ and you stood up, shoving Topper back.

"The fuck is your problem? You're not even my real brother, you never acted like it" You grit your teeth and Topper laughed, your eyes move to Sarah. "Control your mutt, Cameron"

Sarah looked you up and down, walking away with Topper. You look at JJ and hold his face, smiling. "Thanks for not fighting him. Here, at least"

"Anything for you, princess" He smiles and kisses you softly, the both of you sitting back down and digging into your meals. You ended the night with the 3 of you crashing at JJ's house, Pope also meeting up with you guys after he was done helping his dad.

You enjoyed being around the Pogues much more than your own family, and you hoped you stuck with them for a while.

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

You're What?

Weiss: (walking with Blake through the city of Vacuo) .......

Blake: (ears twitching as she bites her thumb) ......

Weiss: .......

Blake: .......

Weiss: .......Well, as riveting as this gal pal date is, what's going on with you?

Blake: (blurts out in utter word vomit) I'm in heat!

Weiss: .....?

Blake: ........

Weiss: .....Not what I thought you were going to say.

Blake: I'm sorry for springing this on you, Weiss. But I needed to tell someone before I went insane. I haven't had a cycle in literal years, and I'm freaking out.

Weiss: Wait a minute... Have you not told Yang?

Blake: (ears droop as she holds her arm and shakes her head)

Weiss: Why not?

Blake: Because I'm nervous that she'll think I'm an animal, okay?

Weiss: Blake, Yang fell in love with you with all your animalistic qualities. I doubt this would make her love you any less.

Blake: (deadpans) Wow, thanks, Weiss.

Weiss: You're the one who jumped nearly six feet in the air when Zwei came to Beacon, you drool over fish - lest you forget the fish bowl from the noodle stand during the Vital Festival, and you've done the whole "if I fits, I sits" thing in that giant tea set box Yang got you.

Blake: I get it! I have a few extra feline tendencies to go with my ears and night vision.

Weiss: So, what's the big deal with having a heat cycle? Hold on! Does that mean you don't get regular periods?!

Blake: I get them about four times a year with the cycle.

Weiss: (crosses arms and grumbles) Lucky you.

Blake: (giggles slightly) Sorry. But it's difficult to be around Yang, I can smell her more intensely than normal....and I don't want to do something stupid that will drive her away.

Weiss: Please tell me you aren't going to start "presenting" yourself to her like a common stray.

Blake: Wow! Okay. Way to stereotype, Weiss.

Weiss: Well, excuse me if the one stereotype I've heard about Faunus going into heats turned out to be true! I'm going to question everything now! Next, you're going to tell me you purr!

Blake: (ears stick up straight as she chuckles awkwardly) Uhm... About that...

Weiss: You can purr!?!?!?!?!

Blake: I haven't purred since I was a child!

Weiss: But you can purr?!

Blake: I haven't felt safe enough to purr in years!!!

Weiss: It's probably the same thing that happened with your heat cycle! (Plasters her hand to her head in a fake swoon) I'm beside myself! My best friend, my confidant in Faunus rights, is only further instilling stereotypes that my younger self would be roling over to hear!

Blake: (shoulders Weiss into the road) Oh, shut it, Ice Queen!

Weiss: Hahahaha! Okay, but teasing aside, thank you for telling me. But I still think you should tell Yang so she doesn't just think you're avoiding her for however long this lasts.

Blake: (sighs and relaxes) I know. It's just difficult.

Weiss: (strings her arm through Blake’s) Well, let's focus on that later. Right now, let's see about finding you something that can help while you tell me all about this heat cycle. I'd like to be prepared for this in the future.

[starstruckmoony]

call it what you want.

masterlist

pairing - remus lupin x fem!reader

summary - part two of the social media concoction i came up with. it gets pretty tooth-rottingly fluffy in some parts but this wouldn't be a fic of mine if it weren't for the tooth-rooting fluff.

trope/tags - band/celeb!au, instagram/social media!au, modern!au, fluff, terrible humour

word count - 993

warnings - language

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

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[atalentedwriter]

— love is a million things

paring: e-1610!miles x blackfemspidey!reader (both spider people)

a/n: i don't speak spanish i'm sorry but i used the most accurate translator i could find. if i made ANY mistakes, feel free to hmu and tell me i will certainly change em. gif from @luvjunie

sypnosis: in which the reader is in love with miles but there's really no way of winning if in his eyes, you'll always be just a friend (he loves gwen not you) (ノへ￣、)

wordcount: 1,870 words and 9,904 characters

genre: fluff, teenagers, romance, unrequited love, angst, slightly suggestive but not really

translations: "no lo parece" - "doesn't seem like it." "dime ya las pistas." - "just tell me the hints already. "dime otra pista." - "tell me another hint."

"I'm just saying, love is a million things. Sometimes it feels good, sometimes it doesn't." You say as you sit on Miles' bed, the male looking at you from his desk, turning around in his chair and shrugging you off.

"Yeah right, and have you ever experienced love to know what that feels like?" Miles asked and you paused, hesitant with your response before you bite your lower lip and nod.

"I'd like to think I have, yes." You say, looking down at your feet and then up at Miles who looked at you intently. Wow, he had really beautiful eyes.

"Oh yeah? And did it feel good or bad?" He questions as a small frown forms on your lips. "Sometimes...a lot of times..it...- it differs okay, it differs but that's besides my point-" you say and he laughs, your heart fluttering at the sound, despite knowing him since the first day he walked into Brooklyn Visions, his laugh and voice just did something to you.

"How'd that end out for you? The guy didn't like you back or what?" He says, turning around to his desk as you grab his pillow and hold it up to your stomach. How are you gonna describe him to him without him figuring it out?

"Well, let's just say, there was 3 of us in the situationship.." you start off and you notice his ears perk up. "Oh?" He asks. You roll your eyes. "Not in that way silly, it wasn't poly or anything it was more of an unrequited love situation."

He picks up his sketchbook and turns back to you. "That must suck." He said, looking up at you. "It did.." "How did you get over it." You frown. "I didn't, it's hard to stop loving someone when everything they do makes you fall back in love with them."

He laughed again and shook his head. "That's so corny." He rolled his chair over to where you sat on the bed and open his sketchbook, placing it in your lap.

"Another drawing...of Gwen..." you seethe.

"Yup, I really think I got her suit down but I'm just relying on memory here." He says as you bite your cheek. "I mean I'd like to think she still kept her hair, I mean it's a bit weird to walk around with someone's handprint in your head- gosh I still get ptsd from that da-"

"Why do you bother liking her?" You blurt out.

uh-oh. word vomit.

"What?" Miles asks, taken aback as he looks at you.

"I mean, she's in a completely different universe Miles, it's never gonna happen." You say, your words coming out a bit ruder than you had wanted it to.

He frowns and looks at you. "Well damn (y/n), sorry. I can't control what I feel." Miles said as he picks up his notebook from your lap and rolls away back to his desk, his eyebrows furrowed and a frown on his face.

"oh my gosh.." You mutter out, running your hand over your face before you look up at him. "Miles I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that."

"Then what did you mean it like?" Miles asks, not bothering to look at you.

"I just- don't want to see you get hurt. You're my best friend okay and...I care a lot about your feelings and...-"

"No lo parece." He grumbled under his breath, and thanks to your enhanced senses, you picked it up.

"Excuse me?" You say, as a hothead, you were already getting defensive but you sighed and unballed your fists. That's why you liked Miles, why you needed him around, he calmed you down without you both even knowing it. "It's just....sigh..interdimensional love never works out, I've seen it in the movies-"

"Pfft-"

The small muffled laughter catches your attention. "What?" You question as you look up to see Miles staring at you, hand over his mouth. "Are you laughing at me? I'm pouring my heart out to you man."

"Sorry, I just can't take you seriously everytime you talk about movies like that one time we got stuck in that elevator-" he starts.

"I thought we were gonna run out of air!" You counter, whining as he starts laughing at you. And just like that, you were back to your regular state, neither of you guys can be mad at each other for long.

You stayed silent for a few seconds before you look up at him to find the boy already staring at you and it sends butterflies down your stomach. "Hey Miles..?"

"Hm?" He hums, rolling his chair to get closer to you until he was sitting right next to the edge of the bed where you currently were.

"Um, what would you do if you loved someone- in this dimension-"

"Ouch.." the boy playfully said and you rolled your eyes.

"But they loved someone else.." you finish.

"First of all love is a very strong word." Miles starts off and narrows his eyes at you, causing you to straighten your back at his gaze.

"Well in this context it's accurate, like I'd do crazy things for this man...like a lot-" you start, and Miles rolls his eyes.

"I don't need to know what you'd do twin." Miles jokes as you smile before he crosses his arms. "Does the guy know you like him?"

You look at Miles and shake your head. "No."

"Have you given him hints you like him?" Miles raises an eyebrow and you bite your lip.

"What kind of hints?"

"Touching."

"Define that, cause we're touching right now." You motion to how his arm that was on his knee was barely grazing your leg. He looked down and then looked up before breaking out into a grin.

"If that's your definition of touching then you're super touch starved." Miles laughed as you sigh.

"Dime ya las pistas." You say, agitated.

"Okay okay, so touching, just subtle touches...like...this." Miles looks down and moves his hand and places it on your lap, using his thumb to work on rubbing small circles on your inner thigh, rubbing his hand slowly but subtly on your lap before looking up and smiling at you. He was flashing that oh-so-beautiful smile at you.

The fact that you were wearing shorts made it easier to feel his warm skin on yours. The sparks that this simple movement sent coursing through you made you wonder if he was using his zap on you.

"See, you're blushing." He says, cooing at you jokingly.

"Am not!" You counter as you snap out of your trance, looking at him. Had it not been for the melanin on your face right now, you would've been red like a tomato. Lord, this man knew just how to touch and rub your skin. (pause, what are you thinking about? 🤨) Your cheeks were hot.

"Or like this." He moved his hand from your lap and you almost whined at the absence of his hand on you but then he moved his hand to your arm, caressing it softly.

Your eyes followed his hands, almost in a trance-like state before you look back up at the boy.

"Now that's just one tactic.." he said as he started talking but you couldn't hear a damn word.

His beautiful face so close to your skin and the fact that he still hadn't stopped caressing your arm, ugh. You hated this, he was so lovable, it was hard to just let go of these feelings especially since this man never gave you an ick! His dorky nature fit him and was cute on him and his teenage awkwardness was even more adorable. And he's so attractive when he's spiderman- hold up, what was he saying again?

"...kiss me." He spoke out, ending his sentence.

"What?!" You say, shocked, where you daydreaming or something?

"What?" He asked as he raised an eyebrow. "Were you even listening to what I was saying?"

"Somethin' kissin' or somethin' i don't know.." You mutter out as he laughs.

"You're unbelievable. I meant you have to be bold with your actions but not too bold and you have word vomits a lot so don't just like tell him to kiss you or something like that." He said as it dawned on you.

"Oh, that made much more sense."

He bit his lip and smiled causing your eyes to flicker down to his lips that looked just too kissable. Damn. You looked back up to find him already looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face, just now realizing how close he was.

"What..?" You say, your voice coming out breathless. He looked down, shaking his head before looking up at you with a smile, your eyes meeting.

"...You're like...the weirdest girl I've ever met." He spoke out which caused you to put your hands on his chest and push him back.

"Whatever!" You say, snapping out of the trance he had pulled you into once again.

He chuckled and moved back but only momentarily before leaning back in again, confusing you. He put both arms at the side of you, resting it on the bed as he leaned in closer.

You thought he was going to kiss you, it looked like it and so you tensed up unknowingly to which the boy raised an eyebrow, cracking another one of his contagious smiles.

"Relax, I'm just getting my markers." He moves up his right hand to show the markers he already had in his grip, he was just leaning in for them, you felt stupid. "I'm not gonna hit you or anything." He says, leaning back into his chair as you sighed.

"Dime otra pista." You say. You can't belive Miles was teaching you how to rizz him up.

"Well another one would be like teasing or like going out of your way to talk to them and eye contact is a big one." Miles concluded, resting his leg horizontally on his other one.

A few moments of comfortable silence passed with Miles looking at you and you just looking at your lap.

"Miles...?" You asked as he hummed again in response. "Do you ever plan on leaving Brooklyn? And have you ever thought about what would happen if you do? Like with spiderman and stuff?" You ask as he takes a moment to consider your question.

"Well.." He pauses. "I'm not sure, I do know I want to study outside Brooklyn for university that's for sure, I mean there's people out there that can-"

"Teach me stuff I want to know." You finish his sentence for him and he pauses and looks at you.

"Freaky." He says with a grin as you giggle. "But it'll all fall into place, I'm sure, I don't want to worry about the future too much yknow?"

"Yeah.." you mutter and look at him again.

"What about you?" He asks, tilting his head to the side.

"I'll go wherever you go Miles.." You reply subconsciously as you smile at him.

"Okay you've gotta get better life goals for yourself." Miles jokes as you two fall into a heap of giggles, leaving you with a new-found goal already.

You were going to confess to this man.

[andillneverbethesame]

begin again - j.p

❥ james potter x fem reader

❥ summary; after months of getting over a rough break up, you're ready to start again

❥ warnings; none?? i think?? just mentions of past shitty relationship

❥ word count; 1,375

❥ a/n; based off begin again by taylor swift (i prob want to start writing more fics based of taylor songs so write ur ideas in the comments)

you took a deep breath and starred at yourself in the mirror. your hair was in a braid that fell down your back. you were wearing a red knee-length dress that you bought for this date and you wore heels of the same colour.

you had thought, "should i really wear those heels? maybe i should take them off." but then you realized you wanted to wear them. you realized there was no one to tell you what to wear anymore so you kept them on.

after the last check you looked okay, you headed to the hall of your flat. you put on a beige coat and you didn't forget your headphones.

one of your favourite songs started playing. the one he never liked, the one he never understood, the one he would skip to some of his unknown indie bands when you two were in his car. thousands of memories came to flood your mind but you didn't turn off the song, no, you turned off the lock, sighed and headed outside.

i should've taken a nice long walk to calm down my nerves, you thought as the bus comes to a stop close to the café you and james were meeting in. you were too early.

you soon were standing in front of the café, nerves were covering every inch of your body and you felt like you were going to vomit any second.

you checked the time again. it was 2:35p.m.

what will james think of me if he finds out i am almost 30 minutes early to this date?

you were sure he wasn't going to be there yet. you knew james from work and he was always late, even to important events.

you walked into the café, welcoming the warmth after standing in a colder november weather. you took off your headphones and looked around, searching for an empty table.

and that's when your eyes landed on him. he noticed you too. he stood up and waved at you with a smile. james was wearing a red jumper and black trousers. you realized that his black hair were much less messy than when you see him at work. he tried to style it for this date. for you. the thought made butterflies fly in your belly.

when you reached his table, he pulled out the chair, took off your coat and helped you get comfortable.

wow, this is nice. he had never done this.

"you're early," you commented, trying to hide your smile and blush.

"well, i'm not going to screw a date up before it even begins, am i? and, by the way, so are you."

he had never come on time on our dates.

"you look very beautiful, by the way," james said, making blood rush into your cheeks at the speed of light. "red suits you very well."

"you don't look bad yourself," you complimented him back. "although, i must admit i like you better with your hair all messy."

he chuckled. what a wonderful sound.

"i thought girls don't like it."

"but do you?"

he shrugged. "yeah."

"then you should style it how you want," you advised.

he stared you for a second and then said, "you're very wise."

you smiled and look at your lap.

he always thought i was a dumb fool.

the waitress came and you ordered your coffees. james likes his sweet and you do too. he never did, though. he liked his coffee black just like his soul.

you two talked for hours. about your childhood, adulthood, family, almost everything. well, mainly james talked. you preferred to listen and add something then and there.

but then james suddenly stopped talking and shook his head.

"i'm sorry," he apologised. "i get very excited when someone is interested in me. i could talk for hours without stopping. i sincerely apologise. now, you tell me something about yourself."

"uh," you said. he always talked about himself and never cared what you got to say. you weren't used to it. "i haven't— i haven't got much to say."

"oh, come on, you don't need to be shy with me, love," he winked at you and slightly giggled. and then, you talked so much you were afraid you were going to talk his ears off but that fear quickly vanished when he kept asking questions about you. he wanted to know you. he wanted to know what you like and what you don't. you've never felt so interesting before. you couldn't when he never let you say anything, always pushing you down with his words and actions.

at one point, james threw his head back and laughed, gaining attention of the people around you two.

"you're hilarious, you know that?" he was still laughing, like a little kid.

you didn't. it was strange james thought that because he never did.

you've spent months getting over him though you haven't gone on a date cause you were worried the love would quickly come to an end.

but on a wednesday, in a café, you watched it begin again.

begin again begin again begin again begin again begin

next week, on a second date, you and james ended up in your flat. he immediately commented how cozy it is as you showed him around.

when you two came into your room, james perked up at the amount of vinyls in the corner of your bedroom.

he came a little closer and you watched him anxiously, hoping he will like your music taste.

"wow!" he breathed out. "i had never met a girl who has as many james taylor records as me!"

you chuckled, relieved. "well, i do."

"do you mind putting it on?" he asked, still admiring them.

"no, not at all," you answered. "go ahead."

after a minute or so, he pulled out fire and rain by taylor. he started slowly dancing and handed you his hand. you took it without hesitation.

you two danced throughout the whole song, complimemting each other's moves as you did so. at the end, your head was on his chest and his arms around your middle. you felt so comfortable with him and even after the song started again, you and james just stood there in the middle of the room, slightly swinging.

you knew that when you hear this song from now on, you wouldn't think of him rolling his eyes at your music taste. you wouldn't hear his voice in the back of your mind, complaining about everything. you would think of you and james dancing in your bedroom as you gave chance to love again.

when it was getting late and you and james had finished the film you watched (it was grinch, you both were in a mood for christmas film). you walked him outside to his car.

"you will have to tell me more about the films your family watches every christmas next time," you said.

james grinned at you. "next time, huh?"

"we-well, yeah. . . if you want."

"i very much want a next time, yes."

"okay, good."

you two stood there for a minute awkward silence, just looking at each other. you watched him take a deep breath.

"i, um, can i kiss you?"

you didn't wait a second to think it through. you nodded eagerly and james smiled, finding it adorable.

he took your face in his palms and leaned in, giving your lips a sweet kiss and you felt your knees getting weak. when he pulled away, you both smiled at each other.

"good night, james," you whispered.

"good night, y/n," he replied. he got into his car and opened his window to say, "have sweet dreams. about me." he winked at you, making you blush, before driving away.

you stood on the street, your fingers on your lips, still feeling james there. you liked him very much and at that moment, there was no one else in the world. only you and him, problems and fears far away.

it was early to wonder if this could work but you wished badly it would.

something great was brewing and you could feel it in your bones. you've been afraid to love but then at the end of november, late in the night on the street in london, you watched it begin again.

[mins-fins]

there's nothing left for you.

&&. being in love shouldn't hurt this much, being in love with your best friend shouldn't hurt this much.

pairing: mark lee x m!reader

genre: ANGST

warnings: mentions of vomit, your good old hanahaki disease, reader is having just the worse time

word count: 0.9k

notes: CLEARING OUT MY DREAM DRAFTS 😆! so um this is less of a mark lee x reader and more or "isa ABSOLUTELY destroys reader and makes them so sad for a good 900 words", i'm not sure how this ended up so sad or how renjun ended up appearing but um yeah.. im so sorry for this ppl (especially you user @junjiie)

you try your best not to make it obvious.

because the idea of anyone noticing is enough to make your skin crawl.

you feel uncomfortable in the moment, you want so greatly to just rip off your skin. you feel like an imposter, like your putting on a facade, as if your a fake, a bad friend, a fraud. your so angry at yourself, why couldn't you just hold on a little longer? why were you so pathetic?

you hate that you made people worry, all because of something so little, you almost wish mark didn't find you, no matter how much worse your situation could've been, you almost wish he'd left you passed out on the bathroom floor, maybe then you wouldn't be such a burden to everyone.

you feel as if he's angry with you, and mark never gets angry at you, so that just makes your situation even worse, because you know how angry he is with you.

you didn't mean to keep it from him for so long, you didn't mean to hide that you were hurt, you just didn't want to worry him.

you consider it's too late for that now.

when mark sits beside you, you almost flinch, but you somehow keep it all together. at this point, you don't know how you've managed to not burst into tears, your life is just so not amazing and you still haven't cried about it! wow you must be tough!

"do you feel okay? you don't have a fever do you?" he asks, feeling your forehead. you curse him for caring about you, because really, what did you do to deserve it? you feel selfish, you feel so undeserving of mark's love and care.

how stupid are you, really?

"i'm fine" you mutter.

your not. how were you even sure that would work?

well— you weren't.

you really do hate yourself at the moment, and marks look of sympathy just makes it all worse.

but what even happened? what did you do that was so bad that your now in this situation?

you fell in love with your best friend.

your best friend who, clearly, through several actions, has shown that he doesn't love you back. he doesn't even have to tell you for you to know that he doesn't reciprocate your feelings.

and you hate yourself for falling in love with mark lee, you want to punch yourself in the face every time you find yourself staring longingly at him.

it's stupid, your stupid.

you tried your best to act like you weren't hurting, like everything was okay. your not sure you did a good job, because once in a while, one of your friends would glance over at you with concerned eyes.

you don't know why you continued to keep up this facade, maybe your just bad at talking about your feelings with people. whenever your friends tried to bring it up, you'd brush it off, saying the same words;

"oh i'm fine".

"i'm fine don't worry about it".

"no need to worry about me, i'm fine".

but you weren't fine, of course you weren't.

and it would only just worse and worse.

maybe you should've known when you started puking those flowers, when you couldn't look at mark without feeling like you would burst into tears, when you'd constantly run away from any interactions because you just couldn't do it.

you don't know why this is happening to you, you feel as if your suffering for no reason. is this really what you deserve for loving your best friend? for having a crush?

you feel like life just decided to rip your heart out and stomp on it.

"y/n! are you okay?"

you sat on the bathroom floor, your back against the door. you felt disgusting, like you'd just committed one of the worst crimes in the world.

and oh renjun, sweet renjun, always asking if your okay, always making sure that your okay. you hate that your lying to him, and you hate that your lying to mark too. "i'm okay!" you yell back, somehow able to sound just great, even with how much your throat hurts.

and somehow, this is all happening because you fell in love with your best friend.

your not even sure if you can face mark without tearing up, you feel horrible, and you have no idea why you decided to lie about being fine.

you have no idea why you decide to make most of the choices you've made in the past few days.

"i don't like it when you lie to me" mark says, snapping you out of whatever zoned out trance you were having. "your not fine, y/n, and you probably haven't been for weeks, i care about you, and you have so many other people who do too".

you close your eyes, knowing you might cry any time soon. "i didn't mean to.." you say, feeling yourself begin getting overwhelmed, you feel anxious, and you hate it. "i just— didn't want to worry everyone".

that was a half–truth, it wasn't necessarily a lie, you hated worrying everyone, but that wasn't the reason you lied about not being fine.

for once, you actually look over at mark, and you hate it. you hate that you immediately notice his pretty eyes, you hate that you love the features on his face, you hate that you don't want to look away from his eyes.

you hate that after all this, your still in love with mark lee.

[smuttysabina]

Chaelisa "Chella Action

(Lisa x Rose, 800 words) Lisa and Rose have fun at Coachella Tags: Lesbian action, Dialogue, Fisting, brief vomiting, cumplay, harsh language

"Really Lisa?"

"What, Rose?"

"This is the best you could find?"

"Hey, I don't want to hear any complaints, this is the best one I could get that was... unspoiled."

"Where did you even find it anyways?"

"Passed out next to the main stage, I think she missed him since he was unconscious."

"Well judging by the screaming Jennie is still going at it."

"Mhmm, so be happy we don't get her sloppy seconds for once, this one is fresh!"

"I'm surprised you didn't just grab some of her leftovers, considering what a perverted whore you are, you should like cleaning up after your betters."

"Wow fuck you too bitch, at least I'm not a sadistic... oh, shut up, shut up, he's waking up! Ahem- Hello there, how are you feeling, good? Oh don't bother getting up silly, we'll be joining you down there soon enough."

"Ugh, do we really have to fuck him in the dirt?"

"Its COACHELLA, everything is covered in dirt!"

"Well some of us, dislike rutting on the ground like animals!"

"Okay, then go find a fucking clean mattress then, I'll be busy enjoying myself."

"FINE. But I get to go first."

"Um, no. I don't want you to ruin him like you do with all of your... slaves. The last one was literally jizzing blood!"

"Oh please, you were just on your period Lisa, and anyways I don't want your filthy cunt juices smeared all over my... dildo."

"Heh, you were going to say 'slave' weren't you?"

"Its called wordplay whore, maybe you should figure it out before writing another song."

"....Ouch"

"..."

"..."

"Okay, I'm sorry, that was a little too harsh."

"It's fine, that just means I get to go first. God you are so easy to manipulate, its a wonder you manage to domme anyone at all..."

"Hey!"

"Too late! Hello again my darling little pet, ready to make my insides all juicy? Don't mind Rose there, she's just mad about going last! So make sure to fuck me good and proper, if you cum before I do, I'll make sure you get it up again..."

"..."

"What's wrong Rose, still mad that you're going to be cleaning up after me again? You can just stand there and watch as I ride- wait Rose. What are you doing back there with your hand? Wait, no. Get lube you idiot! Get lube! LUBE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!"

"Oh shut up you slut, I know you love it rough. This is payback for earlier, whore"

"Oh fuck... Rose I can feel your fist in my stomach... oh god I'm gonna! Blooooargh!"

"That's disgusting! Could you not puke everywhere like a cheap whore? You really do deserve to get fucked on the ground you filthy animal."

"Hah- I- hah, I don't want to hear that from the fucking bitch who just shoved her arm up my ass!"

"Lisa, you came like twice from this, don't deny you're not enjoying this."

"Urrrgh, I'm going to force feed you so much cum after this you bitch..."

"I'd love to see you try, by the time I'm done with you I doubt your loose holes will be able to hold anything in them at all!"

"Ghurk Ghurk Ghurk GHUAH! Is that all you've got Rose, I've fucked virgins who could plow me harder than that!"

"...Um Lisa."

"Huh...? What?"

"Look down."

"...Oh, he passed out again."

"...Did he finish?"

"Hmm.... yup I can feel his load in there! I guess he came so hard he blacked out!"

"Pfffft, you really do suck at choosing fuck meat!"

"Yeah yeah I don't want to hear it! Also uh, Rose?"

"Yes Lisa?"

"Want to keep fisting me?

"Sigh, fine. But only if you eat me out afterwards."

"Deal! And you can degrade me all you want and shit while I'm doing it."

"You do know how to push my buttons don't you?"

"Oh yeah, and afterwards, want to try and find some more pets? Surely Jennie can't fuck her way through all of them!"

"With Jisoo helping her out? Seriously?"

"Well I guess we can be on cleanup duty again..."

"Are you fine with sloppy seconds?"

"Are you really asking me that?"

"Fine, as long as you clean them off first for me..."

"Rose dear, I always do. Now shouldn't you be, um?"

"Oh right! Only if you ask nicely though, Lisa."

"I hate you."

"That works!"

"OH FUCK! HARDER ROSE HARDER!"

[inkblot22]

When Smitten

I think the problem with writing with these guys is that I'm consistently concerned that I'm writing them the wrong bad way. I honestly just want to write about gruesome murder and nothing else. This is not that. I also have no idea what pairing I'm doing here. I tried to shift the trigger warnings so it doesn't spoil anything?

This fic is aimed towards anyone who can handle it. No pronouns other than "you" are used for the reader, and the reader's body is not described in any detail other than clothing.

TW for knife imagery, mention of sickness, vomit mentions, description of blood/bleeding, death mentions, washing dishes, and a power imbalance if you squint.

btw these gifs are outta pocket wtf

As several dirty plates land in your bucket, you have to remind yourself that this job is going to be a lot of money once night falls. Looking at the uneaten remains of overly-decadent food makes you want to throw up. You scrub a few plates, scowling deep into the bucket with an expression that could kill, and you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. 

It’s some long-haired guy. What the fuck does he want? You raise your eyebrows at him in silent question as he stares at you, and he smiles gently and walks away. You curl your lip and go back to washing dishes. By the time you’re done washing, the sun is slung low and painting the sky in oranges. You pause in the garden on your way to the servants’ house and stare up at it. 

What you have to do is not easy in the least, but you desperately need money. Your mom is sick and needs medical attention. You don’t even know what she has; all you know is that she has a fever and hasn’t spoken more than three words to you in the past month. She doesn’t even eat anymore. You’re scared, and you have to rationalize your guilt for not being there for her. Even though you can’t be with her right now, you’ll be with her soon.

As you look up at the sunset pensively, someone grabs your arm and effectively scares you out of your skin. 

The first thing you notice are his eyes, and they make your blood run cold. He’s smiling, vermillion eyes wide and earnest. If the sun were higher in the sky, you would have been blinded by the paleness of his hair, which is cropped short. He’s wearing a lot of ornate jewelry, including a pair of earrings that are dangling freely.

He’s close enough for you to smell him, the smell of turmeric and butterfly pea, smooth and earthy, “Oh, wow, you’re even cuter from this angle! Hi!”

Did he just…? You look at him in a sort of flustered shock, and that long-haired guy strolls over and separates your arm from the smiley guy’s grip. He’s scowling, both at you and the smiley guy.

“What are you doing here?” The long haired guy bites at you, “You’re done in the kitchen, go back to-”

“Aw, Jamil, don’t be so prickly! The garden is for everyone!” The smiley guy chirps.

Jamil, apparently, snips back, “I shouldn’t need to remind you that you shouldn’t be out here either, Kalim.”

You feel your heart stop for a moment, and it’s then you have to make a decision. The Al Asims are known for being incredibly friendly, which you have just experienced, but… you don’t want to get too attached to anyone here.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You mumble, your nerves making your voice come out a lot shakier than it should, “I didn’t know we had a curfew.”

Kalim somehow smiles brighter, “I knew you were new! Where do you usually work?”

“Kalim,” Jamil warns.

You don’t know what you should do here. The beastwoman who showed you around three days ago told you to be polite whenever you encounter one of the Al Asims. Your boss told you to look out for their personal servants. You shove your hands in your pockets and briefly contemplate running before Kalim grabs your wrists and pulls your hands up so he can hold them with both of his.

“Oh, you must be shy. That’s okay, I think Jamil is too. Right?” He casts a grin over his shoulder at the glaring man and turns back to you. “Well, whenever you’re available, just let Jamil know. It’d be a shame to not get to know you.”

You nod warily. You’re not a fan of being immobilized like this, however gentle it is. Your hands are better where you can move them whenever you please, not held in the hands of Kalim Al Asim.

Kalim grins and releases you, and you glance at Jamil, who is standing with his arms crossed. He’s looking at the crotch of your pants. His eyes sweep up to yours and he gives you a dirty look before casting his eyes towards Kalim.

“Let’s go. You still have a lot to do before bed.” Jamil tells him.

Kalim laughs it off and strolls behind Jamil, and you want nothing more than to vomit. 

The night is… longer than it should be. Fatima, your roommate, snores, and thanks to that you’re able to stay awake until your digital clock is staring back at you with the beginning of your deadline. It’s one in the morning. Your boss told you that Kalim typically gets to bed around nine, but you should wait a bit to make sure that Jamil is also sleeping. 

You slide out of bed and pace down to the kitchen. Your knife presses against your thigh, a pressure that you do not want to bear. The kitchen is thankfully empty, and if everything goes right, you’ll be back in a few minutes anyways. You grab a pair of gloves and slip out of the kitchen through the window. 

You left some spare clothes in the bush. You’ve never done this kind of thing before, but when your dad was around when you were a kid, you’d watch tons of crime shows. That had to count for something. You quickly change and leave your other clothes behind. The bodysuit is a dusky red, and it has a pocket that lets you grab your blade quickly. You slink through the shadows and end up below Kalim’s suite.

Your adrenaline is rushing, blood roaring in your ears as you cautiously begin climbing the lattice, occasionally losing your footing on a vine or something. The lattice ends near the hallway window, not the balcony, and you do like it better that way. It gives you more time to prepare yourself.

Once you heft yourself over the ledge and are standing on solid ground again, you take in a wheezy breath and slide into an alcove, catching your breath. This is like something straight out of a nightmare. The longer you stall, the less certain you are that you can do this. You have to move or else you won’t get paid and your mom will die of whatever illness she’s caught because you can’t afford a doctor. You have to enter Kalim’s room.

The Al Asims, for however relaxed and friendly they are, have a slight paranoid streak. It doesn’t manifest in the usual ways, so the minute you step into Kalim’s huge bedroom, you expect an alarm to go off.

Nothing happens. It’s completely silent, save for quiet snoring coming from the person in that humongous bed. You pad across the room with trepidation, and you don’t notice Jamil. A glance at the weird, futuristic alarm clock informs you that it’s about 1:45 in the morning. You crawl onto the bed and straddle Kalim.

He stirs, but doesn’t wake. You would imagine that if you had a bunch of attempts on your life, you’d be more of a light sleeper, but you suppose that he has his bodyguard/personal servant to thank for his ill-gained ease. 

With practiced motion, you reach into the panel on your thigh and slip your knife out. As you raise it above your head, you grimace.

Can you do this? He seems so sweet, and… he’s a living person. Is killing one person to save another moral when both people are innocent? You don’t even know what your boss is going to do once Kalim is dead other than pay you. It should be simple. One swift motion and your dagger goes into his chest. Maybe he wakes up for a moment, you see shock in his eyes before the life fades, but other than that, it’s simple. Easy. That’s your goal. Easy money.

Quick bucks.

You steel yourself. You have to do this. Your arms raise a bit higher and then there’s something ice cold against your neck, lithe musculature snug under your armpits. There’s a hand holding your chin up so the blade can rest a bit more comfortably under your jugular, and the warm body pressed against your back smells like star anise, fresh soil, and heady molasses. You swallow and your throat bobs against the blade.

A voice whispers in your ear, “Drop your blade.”

You let go of your knife with one hand and lean your arm as far as you can to the side without getting your throat cut, then drop it on the bed. 

“Good.” It's spoken with a hot puff of air in the shell of your ear. You feel the pressure of his cheek pressed against the back of your head.

You’re entirely expecting the icy pain of the blade against your neck, the warm gush of your own blood in your mouth, but instead you are spun around, his dagger pointed at your spine and Jamil’s hand still clamped against your jaw. He leans over you until your noses touch, staring deep into your eyes.

He looks wild. His hair, normally tied at his nape, sweeps over his shoulders, and he’s forgone a shirt. His eyes bore into yours and you feel like you’ve been shocked.

Before you can wonder if you’ve been stabbed, he begins to speak, reciting a spell that you’ve never heard before, “The one before you is your master. If I ask, you shall answer. If I command it, you will do it. Snake Whisper.”

Everything goes black after that. You come to, seated at a table in an unfamiliar room. Your knife lays on the table, but when you jerk your arm forward to grab it, the bite of ropes holds your wrist back. You wet your lips and look around further.

Kalim is sitting in front of you, dressed in a tank top and a pair of sweats. There’s a bright white tattoo that loops around his arm. His head wrap is gone, and you look away from him as he yawns. You feel like you shouldn’t have seen him without it. You hear him stretch and then there are footsteps and someone grabs your jaw again, yanking your head to look up at him.

It’s Jamil again. You shut your eyes and hear him chuckle.

“You learn fast.” He lets you go and you open your eyes again to see him pick up your knife, “Kalim, please try to stay awake. You’re the one who insisted I didn’t dispose of… this individual.”

“I’m awake.” Kalim shifts a little and you keep your eyes on his knees, “I guess I should be a little flattered that someone so cute would try to kill me.”

You don’t know what to say to that, so you don’t say anything at all. Kalim bends down so he can make eye contact with you and smiles at you. You sort of want to cry.

“Are you allowed to tell me why?” He gently asks.

Jamil places your knife back down, “I’d like to know as well. I can’t imagine what you hoped to achieve with this little carving knife.”

You swallow and Kalim sits straight again. Jamil chuckles.

“And here I was, thinking you’d have something proper. Only a fool would attempt murder with a tool such as this. It can barely do more than carve soft fruits.”

Good to know that Jamil is apparently an asshole. You lean your head against the side of the chair that you’re seated in and feel the first tears begin to streak down your face.

Your boss was clear: you get caught, he’s not helping you.

You wipe your face on your shoulder and take a deep breath, “What’s going to happen if I tell you?”

“Why don’t you tell me?” Kalim says.

The answer is that whatever punishment they decide on will happen. All you have to lose is your life and your mother’s life. Not like you’re gambling.

“I… needed money.” You finally mumble.

Kalim doesn’t say anything, like he’s waiting for you to say something else. You squirm.

“My mom, she’s sick. I… I can’t afford a doctor, and it’s just me and her.”

“Do you know who sent you?” Jamil asks.

You don’t. Your boss was definitely wearing some kind of makeup every time he met with you, which was only three times. He never told you his name, and you had to memorize the documents he handed you before he set them on fire in your grasp. You shake your head no.

“Alright.” Kalim shifts in his seat as you keep looking at his knees, “Jamil, can you bring me and my guest some tea?”

“‘Guest’? This is an assassin.”

“Not anymore, and can you really call someone an assassin if they planned on using a cute little fruit carving knife like this to kill someone?”

You can almost hear Jamil tense, but he storms off, mumbling under his breath. When it’s just you and Kalim, you somehow feel less safe than when Jamil was in the room.

“Can you look at me?” He asks, sweetly.

You slowly drag your eyes up to look at his, and he smiles. He’s holding your knife.

“Do you carve fruit?”

“Uh… yeah?”

“I’d love to see it sometime.” It’s very odd that he’s speaking so casually with you like this. You don’t see any deception in his eyes or on his face, “I noticed you a couple days ago, but I don’t think you saw me. I thought, ‘Wow, I didn’t know that someone so cute worked here!’”

What the fuck is happening?

“And then, at sunset, I saw you in the garden and I just couldn’t help myself. I had to talk to you. You looked so sad. You must have been thinking about your mom. I don’t know what I’d do if mine was sick.”

“I… was… forgive me, sir, but I’m a little confused.” You manage.

“Oh? I guess I should get to the point. Ahaha, I have a tendency to ramble, don’t I? Jamil tells me to be more concise sometimes. I’m working on it,” Kalim grins, sheepishly, and then he looks at you.

With eyes that bright, you get the impression that he’s looking at you, the real you. Not the body you reside in, but your spirit. The soul. Your deepest person. You avert your eyes and Kalim stands up, walking around the table so he can squat near your chair. 

You didn’t think he knew your name, but when he says it, it’s as soft as a breath, like a feather gently floating in the air. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

You don’t. You gape at Kalim as though he has grown a second head that speaks nothing but egg latin, and he giggles.

“That’s okay. I do. I really, really believe in love at first sight.” Kalim’s hand cups your cheek, and he rubs the apple of it before he leans forwards and presses his forehead against yours.

You hear Jamil re-enter as Kalim kisses you. It’s the gentlest kiss you ever felt. You want to both cry and vomit.

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Idea for your techno!troll branch au

I love your au, the angst potential is amazing! Does he meet his bio parents? How will his (adopted) brothers react to a new tribe of trolls that are like him? The ANGST!

Back to the idea!

So I figured that branch figured out that he could breathe underwater, and since there are more predators on land, he could make an underwater cave system!

Best part? The entrance could be a waterslide!

Your thoughts?

Woooaahh first ask in the blog let's go!!!!!

Lol anyway, thank you! I'm glad someone enjoyed this AU that popped in my mind as soon as I watched the second movie. I see the Techno Trolls with their whole mermaid and EDM aesthetic and angsty boi Branch and thought, "hell yeah".

So to answer your questions. For his bio parents, honestly I don't really have any ideas for them at the moment. I'm currently focused more on building up the AU's lore and establishing his relationship with other characters and what changed because of his whole "not a Pop Troll" thing. I had an idea to make him related to one of the named Techno Trolls in the franchise (Trollex or Synth) but that's still up to debate.

As for how BroZone reacts to seeing other Trolls that looks exactly like their baby brother (who had gone Grey when they left, how could they let that happen-) they were obviously ecstatic! When he was still a baby, Branch would always ask why he looks so different from the others, why does he have fins instead of legs, ect., and the others would struggle to answer him. But now they see he has found his own Trolls to mingle with, and they couldn't be happier (they should've found this out sooner rather than him finding out himself, without them there-).

And for your idea, wow I did not think of that actually! I can see him building an underwater cave system if only for his own benefit. On top of his many emergency rooms and exits, he'll make one of those underwater for himself. And for the waterslide, I can see that happening. He achieved his and Floyd's project bunker by building a waterslide! That's how they'll shower! XD

Although I think he'll still use the elevator since I made Branch in this AU prefer being on land more than being in the water. Since he's lived with land dwelling Trolls all his life, he sees no point at letting himself get wet every single time. The only time he'll indulge himself is when he needs his daily swim or something. He survived with little water before, why would he need it now, probably. Although with the inclusion of Trollstopia, I think he'll start using the waterslide more often, even if it gets his leaf vest wet everytime.

Wow okay, word vomit, sorry about that lol. I'm just so excited to talk about this AU with someone. Thank you for the ask, anon!

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you really have a gift when it comes to writing!

exestolovers! with mason, set after england comes back home after getting eliminated. mason is on the reader’s doorstep in the rain waiting for her to come back home.

she comes home but she’s with another guy (her co worker or something) and mason is all like i’m sorry i’ll leave you two. she stops him is like hey no come in and thanks her her co worker for walking her home. then in her house his word vomiting his disappointment and sadness to her because she’s truly the only person he can be vulnerable with. then mason asks if they can give them another try ❤️❤️❤️🥹🥹🥰🥰

another shot

pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

TW: none

A/N: thank you so much anon! i genuinely enjoy writing so much. i’m 90% sure the layout of this fic is messed up, but i am working on fixing the issue

He sat on the couch on your porch, waiting for you to arrive home so he could speak to you. His hair was disheveled, dark bags forming under his eyes as the rain poured down heavily, exhaustion written all over his face.

A few more minutes pass and he finally sees you walking into your yard, but you were wrapped up in conversation with your coworker who'd offered to walk you home since it was raining. You were laughing and smiling, two of the many things Mason loved about you, but you were doing those things because of someone else. Someone who wasn't Mason.

Mason stood up, the sight of you and another man immediately making him rethink his decision to come here.

"I'm sorry, I'll leave you two-" Mason shows a small smile before grabbing his umbrella and walking towards his car. A hand on his arm stopped him.

"No no, you're fine. Come in" You smiled before thanking your coworker and unlocking your front door.

From the moment Mason stepped inside, he felt like he was back at home. The smell of your favorite candle (that you always repurchased because you couldn't get enough of it) filled the air upon entry, causing a smile to form on his face.

“Would you like some tea?” You offered kindly as you walked around the kitchen. Mason shook his head before sitting on one of the bar stools you had set up at the island.

“So, you & him…” Mason started before you interjected.

“Just friends, Mase. He was walking me home because my car has been at the shop all week and he wanted to make sure I got home safely. That’s all. No need to go into ‘jealous ex boyfriend’ mode” You jokes as you put your kettle on the stove, leaving Mason silent as he kept his gaze focused on the countertop in-front of him.

“Sorry about the elimination, by the way” Mason lifted his head to look at you, clearly in shock that you watched the game.

“You watched it?” He asked as you nodded.

“Never stopped. You know I was a fan of the sport before you & I even got together” You smiled at your ex. Even after months of grief, you could never bring yourself to hate the man in-front of you, despite how badly he’d broken your heart a few months ago.

“Why are you here, Mason?” You inquired as Mason sighed.

“I miss you” He blurted out. Before you could respond, he spoke again.

“I was such a dick to you, Y/n. I thought that I needed to be alone and focus on football for a bit, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. You don’t know how much I’ve cried over my stupid decision to leave you, and I know you must’ve cried much more than I did, and I’m truly sorry for what I put you through”

“Wow uhm- that was certainly unexpected” You let out a laugh, but immediately frowned upon seeing Mason’s look. He was being serious.

“I accept your apology, Mase. I hope you know I couldn’t never find it within myself to hate you for what you did to me”

“Why’d you let me in?” He asked.

“Like I said, I can’t hate you, so there’s no bad blood on my end, so us talking wasn’t an issue for me. Plus it was pouring outside and you looked cold” Mason laughed as you said the last sentence.

"If you want, maybe we could this another shot?" He said as he gestured between the two of you, to which you nodded.

"I'd really like that, Mase" You smiled as Mason got up from his seat and made his way towards you, bringing you into his warm embrace.

You really missed this. This is what you'd been waiting for the second you broke up, and you finally had him back.