#yes ignore im up at 1 am when i should be asleep my hair is WET and i don't want it to dry strange when i sleep........

[starheirxero]

anyway i originally came in here to say

i am approaching

(in 2 days)

CUTELY BELATEDLY ANSWERS THIS ON THE DAY OF. GET OVER HERE BOY>!!!!!!!!

[makemebsld]

@reneethegreatandpowerful here’s your very late fanfic, I am so tired and should not be up writing but whatever

I’m currently running on my data and docs delete itself of my phone so I got the first bit of google classroom and finished it in notes

I’m sory in advance

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1:34 pm, Tuesday

I pause my mcr as the door of my castle bedroom breaks off its hinges and slams to the floor. I roll my eyes, knowing damn well what's about to happen. My husband, bowser, swoops me up and kisses the top of my head before skipping and giggling, swinging me over his shoulder. For me, it's purely political but he truly loves me. It's okay, I've never been big into romance.. Well other than him. I think I've been madly in love with him since I was five. He is stunning. He is a gentleman. He, he is Ludw-. no , can't say that even just to myself, i will suppress my love for him forevermore.

My husband brings me through the town on his shoulder, only putting me down when we finally reach the bakery

“SHALL WE GO IN MY LOVE?” he says, stroking my dishevelled hair

“Sure” i say fed up

We entire and go up to the counter to order when...

I see him b behind the counter

My husband orders for himself( two full bagger’s and a cup of tears, ofc), when it's my turn i struggle to get the words out

“Can i- may i please get a- a ice tea if you have it please”

“Honey or peach” his voice, like a melody within my bones

“Umm- honey please. I'm no cannibal” i say, trying to joke

He nods, clearly trying not to laugh at me, knowing bowser will literally pound him to death if he dares even to even acknowledge his ‘prefect delicate little wife’

My husband pays and we sit. He rambles on until my ex boyfriend, Mario walks in. Bowser stands up and charges up to him, screaming ensues and everyone is trying to ignore it. I realise, this is my moment to talk to him. That I don’t deserve to be with that angry annoying beast.

I rush up to the shoptender

“Meet me out back Denny’s at 11 pm tonight” I say desperately

Then I leave with my husband.

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7.45 pm Tuesday

I wait for bowser to fall asleep beside me so I can sneak out of bed to get ready. It takes him about half an hour to be fully asleep after his bedtime (7.30)

I then get up and get ready, I put on a classic red silk evening gown with blaxk corssat stuf on the bacj. I slip on some inspirational shoes and leave.

10.30 pm, Tuesday

I’m just coming up to Denny’s when I get a tap on the shoulder, I jump.

“Omg sory (please note i cant write the word with 2 r’s cos my phone changes it to sleeping with yo mum) peach. Can we talk?” It was Mario

“ what do you want?” I snap.

I was utterly inlove him until he told bowser I would marry him for a political allience.

“ peach, are you okay?? I don’t remember the last time you looked happy and honestly bowser seems so horrible”

As angry as I was, it was nice to feel cared for

“ before you yell at me, I’m sory for what I did. You have to understand, it was your safety or you happiness, I wish we had found a way to ensure both.”

As much as a hated him, I don’t think I ever stopped loving him.

I wondered if I should kiss him.

I shouldn’t.

That’s cheating.

Even if I am out cheating anyways.

But it’s different.

Is it tho?

It’s still not bowser.

It’s still a risk.

Should I be here?

No.

But I am.

If I’m going to cheat, I should double down on it.

Literally.

“Hello?” Mario says, snapping out of it

I grab his face and kiss him

He tasted warm and like Italy

“ talk later” I said, running off as it ended, leaving him stunned.

11.27

I arrive at Denny’s

I see him

His blue hair

His beautiful tooth

Him.

Ludwig

Von

Koopa

“Your late” he says bluntly

“Im sory” I say sincerely

“It’s okay, atleast your here”

“So, we going to do this?” I Say just before he grasps my face and starts making out with me, I kissed him back and as we continued to progress and make our way down the body, I questioned my I was here. Yes this feels good, but could life with bowser not be the same? I never gave him a proper chance.

Whatever.

I’ll just ride Ludwig till I forget.

11.24 Wednesday

“ peach?” an Italy voice says

“PEACH!!” An aggressive voice says

“Peach?!” A panicked voice says

Shit.

I fell asleep behind Denny’s with Ludwig.

“DOES ARE MARIGDE MEAN NOTHING TO YOU????”

Why is bowser and Mario here?

“Why are you with him after last night?” Mario asks

What am I going to do?

All of them start arguing and then come to an agreement.

Mario turns to me and says firmly “peach, you have to pick one of us”

They all nod in agreement

Well

Shit.

[iwadori]

So I'm reading your works and I love them !! I was thinking of requesting some kind of drabble or whatever you like, about a female reader who has thick thighs and is somewhat plump and is in love with Tsukishima but he makes a comment about the food and she feels bad and when she meets Bokuto in the boot camp Bokuto is too cute and attentive to her asking for her number and a date. If you don't feel comfortable with this, just ignore it and good luck with your blog. Sorry my english is bad<3

When they make you insecure PT 5 (tsukishima,bokuto)

Part One Part Two  Part Three Part Four  Part Five Part 6

Word Count: 2.6K

Genre: Angst to Fluff

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Tsukishima

You and Tsukishima have been dating in your first year (as you both went to the same middle school together.)

You were in love with Tsukishima, you always have been to be honest, but once you became officially boyfriend and girlfriend your feelings amplified.

But recently, Tsukishima hasn’t been so nice.  

“Y/N we’re going on another training camp at Nekoma” Hinata exclaimed running up to you, as you leaning against Tsukishima “and you get to come too this time!”

You recently became the new trainee manager as the third-year manager, Kikyoko, is going to graduate. Tsukishima acted as if you being around all the time in practice was the worst thing in the world, but Yamagucchi always assured you that ‘Tsukki’ was just joking.

“Oh well that’s fun...” you say entertaining Hinata’s excitement. You were kind of excited to go to the training camp too, as it was in Tokyo after all. You were always a big fan of volleyball as your dad used to play for the national team and you were planning to play on the girls team this year but you felt that you didn’t have the body for it (which was obviously not true.)

Hinata kept on rambling on before Tsukishima insulted him. “Gosh Kei, you don’t have to be so rude.” you complained, he slightly nudged you off of him and put on his headphones showing you that he was not in a good mood.

You let the rest of the practice continue, making notes of things and basically being Kiyoko’s shadow. As it ended, you waited outside for Tsukishima to walk home with you, but one of the guys told you he left 5 minutes ago. You knew there was no point of chasing after him so you just walked on your own, making you sigh in defeat.

Tsukishima was what you would describe as hot and cold. Some days he was fine a ‘perfect gentlemen’ but other days, days like this Tsukishima was just Tsukishima.  

When you got home, you decided to watch matches of all the other schools just to get some insight. You were watching a Fukarodani V Nekoma match from a few years ago and something caught your eye, well someone did to be more specific. A beefy, bicolour haired boy who was hooting like an owl was mesmerizing to watch.

You saw that his name was Bokuto Koutarou which triggered your next actions, which were to internet stalk him. You learned that he was the captain of the team and the team’s ace and the 5th ace in the country which piqued your interest in the boy even more.

‘This is going to be an exciting training camp’ you think to yourself before going to sleep.

`Kiyoko gave you an itinerary of all the things you should bring, since you weren’t going to be joining in any of the matches you were reminded to bring things that would keep entertained.  

You get to the bus at the crack of dawn, ready to be driven to Tokyo. Hinata and Kageyama were already arguing (let’s pretend that they didn’t have to do the retakes in the test) Tanaka and Nishinoya were being loud, and the rest of the members were already asleep. You wanted to sit next to Tsukishima but when you were about to sit down, he put his carryon bag in the seat next to him.

The bus ride was around 4-5 hours, and you spent your time reading and sleeping. Daichi got the loudmouths to calm down making the bus ride more tolerable. You suffered from slight motion sickness but you powered through.

When you arrived there, you saw all the other teams and their buses too. You felt a bit overwhelmed, seeing these tall boys just crowd around an entrance way. But too your surprise, noticing your slight anxiousness, Tsukishima grabbed your hand in a hand-hold.  

The Nekoma coach, explained how the day would pan out and where each team would be residing for the week. There was a lot of commotion getting everyone settled, Hinata and Nishinoya were basically bouncing off of the wall commenting on all the people and the place and how they’re going to ��crush the competition.’  

You could tell that when the other teams were looking at Karasuno they were all staring at Kiyoko. Inquisitive about how there wasn’t only one girl manager but there was two. As you were walking your eyes locked with Bokuto Koutarou’s making yours widen, you blush and turn your head quickly.  

What you didn’t know was, after your small interaction, Bokuto elbowed Akaashi and said “Akaaashi AKKAAASHI, did ya see that? did ya?” he was flying with happiness “That girl from Karasuno smiled at me. She’s really pretty.”

“I think she’s from Karasuno” Akaashi said “So maybe you’ll see her around”

Bokuto stared off in the direction you were walking in “Yeah, hopefully.”

The first day, everyone got settled in and then the teams went straight into games. There were two different gyms and today, in gym 1, you were watching Karasuno V Nekoma. (By the way I literally don’t remember the teams at the training camp besides Nekoma, Karasuno and Fukarodani.) The game was very back a point each team making point after point, you already knew of Nekoma’s captain, Kuroo Testurou and the setter Kenma, you’ve actually played games with Kenma online before so you were fairly acquainted with him already.

The games ended and it was now dinner time, the canteen was packed with all the boys rushing to line up for the food. You waited at the back of the line, not really caring about when you got your food. Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder and you looked over to see Boktuo,  

“Hi.” he said “I’m Bok-”

“Bokuto Koutarou!” You finished “I'm a big fan..” you cringed immediately at your excitement ‘pull it together Y/N’ you scold yourself.

“Oh well hi, I’m glad you know who I am” he said “and may I ask for your name?”  

“Oh I’m Y/N L/N” you say with a slight blush “I'm the trainee manager from Karasuno.”  

“Cool! Well I hope to see you aro-” he starts  

“Y/N, I’ve been looking all over for you, I already got your food for you.” Tsukishima said pulling at your arm a bit harshly, dragging you over to a table with the Karasuno team.

“Gosh Tsukki, no need to be so harsh” you say rubbing at your wrist, he didn’t apologize and just started eating his food.  

You look down at your plate and see the small portion that Tsukki got for you. The Karasuno bunch was being loud, as they usually are, so when you whisper “Tsukki what the fuck is this” whilst nudging him in the side, he didn’t hear you (or atleast he pretended he didn’t.) You tried again but a little louder saying, “Tsukishima what the fuck is this.” you realised you said it a bit too loud as the whole Karasuno table stopped their conversations to look over at the slight commontion you caused.

“What do you mean Y/N?” he said with a slight smirk on his face.

“I mean what’s with the portion size of a bird that you gave me?” you ask getting upset “Do you really think im that big?”

“Well, you could start eating less that’s for sure.” he said earning gasps from you and some of the people sitting at the table “Y/N let's face it, you eat like a pig and you look like an elephant, me making your food portion smaller is the least I could do.”  

By now you had tears in your eyes, Tsukishima was a dick. You knew this, everybody knew this to be honest, yet you still loved him. He wasn’t like this in middle school, yes he was a bit snarky and rude (but wasn’t every middle schooler?) High school Tsukishima was like a completely different person. As much as you wanted to run away and hide, you knew you couldn’t.  

So you stood up and said “Tsukishima, I’ve spent 3 years loving and pining after you, because I thought you were this great guy, but turns out you’re a huge asshole” you start making some of the people listening in smile in laughter “Tsukishima, I’ve hated this past year dating you, you’ve been such a huge dick and I’m finally stopping you. I can’t do this anymore. I won’t.” You start making your way to exit before finally saying “Oh and by the way I’m not the pig here, you are... oh and I’m breaking up with you.” You left, hearing a few laughs and some claps behind you.

You felt relieved, like the massive cloud that’s been over your head is finally gone. You went to the gym since you knew it was empty and picked up a ball to just throw it around a bit. After a while of ‘de-stressing,’ you hear someone else enter the gym.

“Oh I didn’t know you’d be here.” said Bokuto  

“Well here I am,” you say awkwardly “I can leave if you want me too, I know this is for actual volleyball players.”

“No no it’s fine you can definitely stay, in fact do you mind setting for me?” he asks  

“Sure, of course I don’t mind” you reply, excited you get to play with someone.  You haven’t played in ages, you always begged Tsukishima to just throw a ball around with you but he never did.  

You set to Boktuo a lot, with him always asking for ‘another one’ everytime he spiked the ball. Eventually, you were tired of setting and wanted to spike. You originally was a spiker to begin with taking after your dad. Thats why you took a liking to Bokuto in the first place cause he reminded you of the joys you had when watching your father play.

Bokuto set a ball to you and you spiked it with great strength and accuracy smiling at the burning feeling you felt in your palm.  

“Woahh” Bokuto shouted going towards you in amazement “Where did you learn how to spike like that?”

“From my dad, I don’t know if you heard of him before but my dad’s name is D/N L/N...?” you say

“D/N L/N, Y/N he is my idol!” he shouted again “I want to be just like him.”

“I think you can, I see a lot of similarites in the way you both play.” you say

“Really! And you’ve seen me play before..?” he asks

“Yeah, I watched some of your games before coming here... you’re really good” you shyly admit.

“Wow.”

You and Bokuto spend the rest of your time, talking about volleyball you’re interests, things you have in common, your likes and dislikes. Talking to Bokuto was refreshing, he didn’t randomly insult you or make snide comments about your weight or your looks. He just genuinely looked happy to be there talking to you, unlike Tsukishima.  

Seeing your change in mood, Bokuto stops talking and asks “are you alright? I forgot to ask earlier, but I saw what happened in the canteen and I hope you’re okay.”  

“Yeah I’m fine, it’s just things with me and Tsukishima reached a breaking point, I guess...” you say sniffling a bit talking about it “But it’s fine now I’ve broken up with him and I feel better already.”

“So you’re saying your single...?” he asked blushing a bit

“Yeah I guess I am...” you smile blushing also.  

“Okay great...well I hope this isn’t too forward after everything happened with Tsukki and all but...” he starts “but would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Who me?” you ask as if you weren’t the only other person in the room

“No the volleyball” he responds sarcastically “Of course you Y/N.”  

“Are you sure, cause to be honest Bokuto you’re a really good-looking guy” you say making him smile widely “so I think you need someone to match your level in attractiveness” you look down and his smile drops.

“What do you mean?” he asks before realising all the stuff Tsukishima said about you “Y/N you’re beautiful, your face, your body just you.” you blush at his words “when I first saw you when you were walking past us in the entrance way the first thing I thought and said about you was “Akaashi who is that girl she’s beautiful.””  

“Really?” you ask with disbelief

“Mhm” he nods excitedly “So will you go on a date with me?”  

“I guess so...” you say a bit unsure

“HEY HEY HEY!” he exclaims “I gotta go tell akaashi!” he runs out of the gym in a hurry making you laugh, but he comes back to give you a quick unexpected kiss on the cheek making you smile.

You checked your phone for the time realising that you’ve been with Bokuto for 3 hours and you knew that everyone would be going to sleep now. As you are the manager you slept seperately from the rest of the team but before you went to your sleeping quaters you went to Karasunos.  

“Y/N where have you been? We’ve been worried about you.” asked yammagucchi  

“It’s fine yams don’t worry about it, guys” you say catching everyones attention “I just wanted to apologise to you for my outburst at dinner, it wasn’t my intention to cause a scence.”

“It’s fine Y/N” said sugawara “He definitely deserved it.”

“Yeah as your marvellous senpai we gave him a good telling off” said Tanaka and Nishinoya  making you chuckle.  

“Okay well thanks guys, I’m going to sleep goodnight.”

“Wait Y/N can I speak with you.” asked Tsukishima gesturing to outside the room

“Umm sure” you respond following him into the corridor.

“I just want to say I’m sorry for the things I’ve said and done over the past year and how I’ve been a terrible boyfriend, you don’t deserve that. So, I’m sorry.”  

“I can’t say I can forgive you yet.” you say making Tsukishima look sad “but maybe with effort from you we can become friends possibly?”  

“Just friends?” he said with hope in voice thinking that you could be something more.

“Just friends.” you repeated and confirmed “Besides I have been asked on a date”  

“With who?”  

“None of your business stingyshima” you mock the nickname that Hinata calls him making him scowl and you smile “Goodnight.”

After Bokuto’s confession and Tsukishima’s apology, the rest of the training camp went off without a hitch. In your breaks and lunchtimes, you got to know more about Bokuto and with Kuroo’s help you even got to sneak out to actually go on your date. You sometimes even went to practice with them getting to show off your skills, with Bokuto cheering you on and complimenting you every single time.  

Tsukishima kept his distance for the most part, and kept the snarky comments about you and Bokuto to himself (even though he was dying to say them.) You eventually fully forgave Tsukishima in your 3rd year but you definitely weren’t as close as you used to be. Tsukishima’s comments and actions did affect you for a while however with the help of your loving boyfriend, you were reminded how beautiful you are no matter what weight, shape or height you were.

You and Bokuto stayed together, you made sure to come to every one of his games and when you introduced him to your dad he fainted on sight. Your dad and Bokuto got along, and became very close friends, Bokuto always came to him for advice (especially volleyball advice.) You loved Bokuto and he definitely loved you too.

AN: I hope you liked it, since I didn’t want to make it too similar too the Atsumu insecure one. And I feel like it dragged out a bit but got rushed in the endd....but oh well...

[smallesttits]

♧Caught in the act bitch♧

This is one of my stories from wattpad, felt like adding it on here. My wattpad is in my bio, ZONT STEAL MY SHIT IM BEGGING YOU LMAO ILL COME FOR YOU.

Warnings: penetration??? Um y/n being oblivious, vinnie giving you second hand embarrassment, y/n being a virgin, vinnie having a… yk♿️)

(Boarding school imagine again shawtys, in this imagine you and vinnie share a dorm which I'm pretty sure is illegal but stfu and read 😋)

After a long boring, stupid fucking day of school, I head back to my dorm which is in an entire different building across from the school. I leave out the front doors of the school, crossing the fountain and the garden, lightly skipping through the croud of students.

When I made it to the entrance of my dorm I sighed knowing this would be a long night. My dorm mate, vinnie, was the last person you'd want to room with. I've walked in on so many sneaky links this man has had, its normal to me now.

I crack open the door, surprised to just see vinnie laying down on his bed, scrolling through his phone. I tended when he looked up at me, and fixed my school skirt. He was the... player of our campus. I wouldn't call him much of a player but more of just an asshole who leads poor beautiful girls on.

I walked into the bathroom, otherwise ignoring him, and started to work on relaxation, by first doing my skin care.

After I finished, and pulled the loose ponytail i had in out, and shook my hair until I looked somewhat presentable. I left the bathroom and grabbed my shower bag and went back into the restroom, locking the door.

After getting out the shower, I quickly swallow my birth control and start brushing through my wet hair, and blow dry it so I wouldn't have to worry about it tomorrow. I pulled on my thong and a lacy bra, then a plain black tee, and reached for my pants. Then I reached for them again. I started to panic and turned around to find out there was no pants in my bag.

I groaned and packed everything up, getting ready to walk out with zero pants on in front of him.

Fuck my life.

I opened the door and vinnie looked up slightly, then did a double take, smirking.

"Hmmm, black lace. How'd you know that was my favorite?" He smiled, and I groaned. I jumped on my bed and lay there until I heard a grunt and shift from vinnie's bed. I pick my head up and see vinnie's still shifting, trying to get... comfortable?

When he finally stops, I realize he has a raging erection bulging at his Jean's in front of me.

I gasped, and clenched my thighs together for some reason. This was new. I- I'm a virgin so I don't understand why I did that, or why I'm suddenly attracted to the asshole by me.

It starts to get a little hot down there and I'm scared. Everyone should be sleep, I mean it's like almost 1 am, but vinnie and I just lay there on separate beds without a sound. I turned my lamp off finally, and pretended to be asleep so I could get the burning between my thighs to leave.

Seconds later I heard a belt unbuckle and a snap of what sounded like boxers being snatched down.

I choked slightly but covered it up with a snore successfully.

Grunts and moans poured out from him lips, but I couldn't turn to watch as that would blow my cover.

"O-oh fuck, good girl. Right there y/n right there, so goo-good..," he whispers out and I moan out quietly, feeling wetness dampened my thong.

His pumping and moaning halts, shit. He heard my moan.

Embarrassed, from what I could tell, he whispers my name to see if I'm awake.

"Y-y/n?"

"Yes vinnie?" I flip around, and flush red.

He sighs and a string of profanities fall out of his mouth with a side of sorrys.

After he continues to apologize and hate on himself, I jump up from my bed and go over to his bed. He pauses, and I straddle his chest instead of his waist, as I could still see and feel his hardened cock pressed against his lower abdomen.

Jesus christ he was huge.

"Soo... I'll take a guess and say... you like me?" I raise an eyebrow, not actually sure.

"No I dont like you I was just sitting here jerking myself off to another girl named y/n." He rolled his eyes and gripped the sides of my waist.

"You dont know how long I've liked you do you? All those girls you walked in on? Trying to get you out of my mind. Now it obviously didnt work seeing where we are now," he mutters the last part, and I sigh.

It takes me a second and when I finally realize what he just explained to me butterflies rip through my chest and I gasp.

"Vi-...Vinnie?" I mumble, ready to explain.

"I know you dont like me y/n and I understand. I'm considered a player and all that other shit but Jesus christ y/n it was all for you!" He moans out, slapping his hands over his face and taking a couple of deep breaths.

"Vinnie I like you." i huff out, and close my eyes.

"What?" He responds, like I just said I committed mass murder.

"I do like you vin. I dont know exactly how long I have... but I know I like you." I huff out, and push his head back down as he starts to sit up.

I shake my head at him when he starts to try and get up again, and he finally relaxes on the bed under me. I lay my head next to his.

"...can I kiss you y/n?" He asks suddenly, turning his face from looking at the ceiling to staring into my eyes.

I answer with a quick yes, and he sits all the way up, sliding me down to sit on his still naked crotch. His softened dick is felt on my clothed pussy, but I ignore it other wise.

He grabs my face and smashes his lips to mine, and my eyes flutter closed. His hands wonder back to my hair and he grips hand fulls, making me moan.

I reach my hands up to his forearms, holding them as he opened my mouth with his tongue. He pushed himself into each and every crevice in my mouth, kissing me deeper until he couldn't breathe. I pulled away to take a breath, staring at him while he did the same.

I felt his cock underneath me harden up again, and I was speechless.

I'd never felt anything this intense before! The tension I felt between us made me squirm, moving against his cock as he groaned.

"I- I'm sorry-" I pause, not knowing what to do.

"Y/n...I-I need some help, please-" he whimpers, griping my hips as his thumbs go under the sides of my thong.

I freeze, thinking.

Do I really want to give vinnie, the player and asshole dormmate I live with?

Hell yes.

"Vin- I'm not that experienced," I quickly whisper, wincing when he hums slightly.

"I'm sorry y/n, I don't want you to feel like I'm pushing you or-" I hush him with a quick kiss, which turns into us making out again. I run my hands down his chest as he grabs my neck, not letting me get away from him.

I grind myself against him again, his boner throbbing under me. I wait for him to start giving directions, not knowing what to do, but he just looks at me with adoring eyes.

"Baby you dont have to do this right now, we can take it slow..." he whispers, stroking the side of my face softly.

He called me baby. Butterflies erupt through me and I flush slightly.

I other wise ignored him completely and stripped myself of my shirt and bra, jumping back ontop of Him as my tits bounce. He marvels over them, looking up at me after a second for consent. I nod and he drags his tongue up and down, side to side around my nipple. I moan out at the feeling of his warm mouth around a sensitive part of me. finally sucks it fully into his mouth, and I gasp when his teeth graze it.

His other hand comes up and toy with my other nipple as he continues working on my left one. I could feel wetness begin to leak from my pussy, and I grind against him again, not stopping. It felt too good.

"B-baby don't do that unless you want me t-to fucking cum on your panties," he whines and pulls at my thong. When I dont budge or stop, he rips my thong off. I wince, it hurt a little, but mostly because that shit was expensive.

I frown at vinnie who pecks me on the lips and promises to buy me new ones.

He peels them off, and I notice how they'd been stuck to my core from the... wetness down there.

As I blushed and avoided eye contact with the man I was sitting ontop of, fully naked, I gasped when he stood up with me still in his arms. He flipped us over, now hovering up over me. I squirmed and flushed again, embarrassed by the state I was in. Wet, horny, and most definitely ready for something.

He grabbed my thighs to stop my squirming again, and growled, disappearing between my thighs. I cried out when I felt a hot wet throbbing tongue down there lick up wetness.

He groaned and next thing I knew, his nose was rubbing my clit as his tongue prodded my entrance. My stomach tightened significantly, and I moaned loudly releasing fluids from my area.

Vinnie started to lick up again, but I pushed away from him, sensitive.

"Baby if I'm too rough or it hurts at all, tell me. Say stop please, I dont want to hurt you." He murmurs softly, then smirks and slaps my clit as I rut forward.

Still the same jerk.

Just my jerk now.

His cock, a pinkish red now, and beads of white coating the tip was throbbing as he started to stroke it.

I moaned out at the sight, cursing myself for not looking over earlier.

"You ready baby? You sure you wanna do this..." he looks a bit worried, leaning over me again, his cock close to my entrance now.

I nod, and he starts to push my lips apart but pauses.

"Do I need a condom baby? I swear I’ve recently been tested- but do you want me to go grab one just incase?" He chuckles slightly, and caresses the side of my face softly.

"Mhm, I'm on birth control, and you're fine vin..." i mumble, and get ready to be spread apart.(again)

He nods softly, giving me a heads up, and pushes my lips apart again. I clench, nerves taking over.

He slips in, and I coil up, hitting his chest as the pain rips through me. It felt so uncomfortable, reminding me of my first time. A singular tear drops from my eye and vinnie stops, but doesn't pull out. Hes only put the tip in.

"Its ok baby, I'll make you feel better I promise. You can do this. Do you want me to stop?" He grunts, as I clench around his tip again.

After a few minutes I calm my breathing and the pain slowly fades.

He starts to push in more, and it feels.. better now. The pain is still there, but this new feeling of desperation creeps up my spine. I whine, now wanting more of him.

Hes just over half way in, and I feel so full. How does he walk around with this long big ass dick in his pants?

I clench again, and he moans in my ear, sending butterflies throughout me. He starts to pull out, and I pull at his hair, trying to keep him inside of me.

Then he pushes himself deeply inside of me, making me huff out, not being able to take all the pleasure at once. It was overwhelming.

He pushes himself in and out of me, and my head falls back against his sheets, moaning until I almost choked on my own moans.

His face that had been lodged between my neck, now popped up and looked me in the eyes as he continued thrusting roughly into me.

"Y-yeah baby, m-mhm... let me here those pretty little moans of yours," he moans out, kissing the tip of my nose, them enclosing our mouths together sweetly. I swallowed all of his grunts and moans, him doing the same for me, but my moans turned to panting when he finally pulled back, letting me breathe.

"Y-yes, yes, yes, yes... right th-vin right there-" i choke out as he hits that perfect spot inside of me, and continues to knock it with every thrust. My stomach tightens almost immediately, as my toes curl and my legs squeeze around his waist. He stops thrusting and I cry out, closing my eyes as my release is ripped away from me.

He gathers my legs and pulls them up to his shoulders, and I thank god that I'm flexible enough for that. He leans back down slightly, picking his pace up again, and knocking the same spot non stop.

"V-vin, I'm cumming, oh vinnie I'm cumming," I clench tightly around him as I let loose, releasing around him.

"good.. g-good girl..” Vinnie chuckles and groans at the same time, cumming all over my tits, and I realize I didn’t cum.. normally this time. What is that?

"Squirter I see?" He laughs and swoops me up before I could answer. I feel his cum start to drip from my tits to my stomach, and he hurries to get to the bathroom.

He sits me on the toilet and I send him a questionable stare, and he laughs and tells me to just pee. As I pee, I start getting embarrassed, and he kisses me lightly all over my face. He wipes me all over, and starts the shower. I get up to get in when he tells me to, but my legs wobble and I almost fall.

"Hey hey, I'm sorry baby, maybe I shouldn’t have been so rough on our first night," he sighs and chuckles. Catching me in his arms, he hikes me up around his waist, carrying me into the shower.

He washes me, still in his arms somehow. I knew if he let go of me I'd fall or slip to the floor. Glad he didnt.

He sits me on the counter, and brushes my hair out for me, and I braid it while he dries the rest of me off, slipping some of my clothes on me.

When he finishes, I blush and look down, thinking about what the fuck actually happened tonight. He lifts my chin up and I stare at him, with sleepy eyes.

"This feels so unreal... you don’t nt know how long I've waited for you," he mumbles quietly, and I peck him on the lips and his eyelids.

"Stay here, and I'll get everything cleaned up, ok baby?" He let's go of me, as I stay sitting on the counter. I nod, and watch him turn around, butt naked.

Before he can get far, I slap his ass, and he pauses and slowly turns around.

"Y/n,"

Shit.

🕴- this is a post from my wattpad for all of my babies on here love y’all 😜

LILY OUT~

[stopbeingrude]

Hi guys , how are you doing ? I hope you had at least a decent day. I was really surprised by how many people were interested in my story. (blush) Im so glad As promised, here's chapter 2 ,, I like the rain, it always seemed like the only thing that was like me…" Chapter 2. ,,Thank you for being here" Juvia looked at the object in her hands that she found while packing for their trip to Tempeville. A tiny umbrella , white with smiling suns printed on it .She remembered vividly the exact moment Jerry had handed it to her. - "Here, this is for you, I couldn't bear to hear you whining anymore,"- said the golden-haired man, handing the little girl his gift. -'' I've told you many times, that in time you would be able to control the rain around you. It's normal for water to behave strangely around water mages, and I had a problem with it too….- said Jerry. The man thought for a moment, then added. -..I'm pretty sure I told you how I nearly drowned my ex girlfriend….I told you, right?.. "- little girl nodded-"...Of course I did…haha..If only you could see that bitc...yh...lady's face….Where was I at again?............Oh right!... If only you were just a bit more patient, little froggy.." -"I told you not to call me that, you dummy! "- shouted the seemingly angry Juvia. It was obvious that she wasn't angry, but if those were supposed to be birthday wishes , then that this old slacker could have tried a little harder. -''Oi! Brat....I'm trying my best to wish you a happy birthday and you act like this? -" What kind of birthday wishes are these supposed to be!?- the girl exclaimed. -..Unbelievable! Young people these days are so ungrateful….Ugh .."- he complained, but eventually gave up. -" Heh... Alright….Im sorry... Happy Birthday Juju…- he said with a grin. He couldn't stay angry with his baby for too long. - "...I wish you happiness, health,...I hope you'll grow up to be a decent and intelligent woman ... because remember this..., it's not how you look that counts, it's what's in your head…. - the man poked her forehead lightly, causing the girl to giggle. Despite the tough character of her ..guardian ...? I guess you could call him that… despite his difficult sense of humour and his biting remarks, she knew that she was important to him, just as he was important to her. He just had a strange way of showing affection... Juvia laughed lightly despite a few tears that flowed from her sapphire eyes. It was for moments like this , she's been able to endure the bullying of other children , she knew that every sad experience ended with a visit from Jerry. Every visit ended with one of his strange ideas that always put a smile back on her face, like that one time he took her out for hot dogs at 10pm. Juvia was never able to forget the look on the orphanage ladies' faces when Jerry walked her back at 1 am. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice when her fiancé appeared in their bedroom. -" I've never seen this one…"- he pointed at the umbrella- ''.. I'm guessing it's a special one then" -he stated, handing her tea. - "Thank you... "- she took a sip-"...Yes you're right... actually it was a present for my birthday. HE gave it to me…" After packing the last things, they both sat down on the bed. Neither of them was quite sure how to start a conversation. Gray didn't like the strange atmosphere that had prevailed in their apartment since yesterday. But most of all he did not like how distant Juvia seemed to be. That wasn't his Juvia. Devil Slayer rested his head on her shoulder. When Blue-haired woman began to gently stroke his hair, he immediately relaxed . He missed that... After what for him felt like ages , she decided to speak. -"Juvia is sorry that she didn't tell you anything...Juv….. I was just trying to forget about it... it's not like I don't trust you....Please don't be angry…"-she said in an uncertain voice. -"I'm not angry at you….I'm just a little disappointed...I thought you felt comfortable enough with me to tell me everything…"- he admitted. It was silly to admit , but he didn't

like the fact that Juvia wouldn't tell him something. He knew that everyone had the right to have their own secrets, but his desire to find out what was in her head was much stronger. After a while he decided to ask her more - "Is there anything else you haven't told me about yourself?" He needed to know. -" No. Everything else is true…About my childhood, about Phantom Lord...and mostly about my parents..." …………………………. -".........What happened to your parents...?"- he asked quietly. He contemplated for a moment whether he should ask her this question. After all, he didn't know what kind of reaction this would cause.. -" My mother died when I was about 2 years old.... I don't know who my father was... Jerry said he never met him…about my mother.."- Juvia looked as if she was thinking very hard about something, and after a moment she added-"..Jerry once told me that even she couldn't remember who he exactly was….not that she cared about it or about being pregnant …"- said Juvia weirdly. Wait , what? -"..L-let me get this straight…...you're trying to tell me….that she didn't really care that she got pregnant...and that she wasn't even trying to look for your father? ' Wait, what !?' -….ymm... that's....." - the man persistently tried to choose the right words. He did not want to offend his fiancée's mother by any means (If not for her , Juvia wouldn't be there in the first place, so she obviously deserved to be at least respected)....But everything Juvia had mentioned sounded...How to put it?...Concerning? -" It's not normal... I know... you don't have to hold back Darling- she said with a slight smile- "Her name was Eliana and apparently she was always like...that..., she was...well DIFFERENT.."- that's how Jerry would always describe her-"....She didn't really care about anything, she didn't talk too much, she rarely showed any kind of emotion....She was one big secret, even for him. Juvia never fully got it. Why would she be like that with the person she supposedly was…… ..ymm…..Close.?"- he didn't miss the way she said the last word, but he kept quiet about it. After all ,the relationship between two strangers wasn't his business. Gray decided to change the subject a bit. -"You know..., I think it's really great of him to take care of both of you.…"-despite the fact that the night before Gray had felt a lot of anger towards the aforementioned man, right now he was grateful that he had taken both ladies under his care.- "He must have been an amazing person. It really sounds like you are telling me about some hero or saint"- ice mage smiled - "He was "- said blunette with a smile - "I will always be grateful to him...But Saint ? No, no ,no...That's probably too much of an exaggeration." - she added with a giggle. Gray was glad that she was laughing again, he couldn't help but laugh a little too. They are slowly returning to normalcy... - "He was the laziest, most stubborn man you could find on this planet….He was untactful , brutally honest and worst of all, sometimes he could be so awfully mean and grumpy , especially when it was Tuesday...Juvia never got that...why Tuesday?….Dear God , he could be so unbearable...."- Juvia stopped for a moment, then smiled playfully.- "Honestly you two are pretty similar in that case" - "Ekhem....So.. you're suggesting that I'm mean and grumpy ? Oh ..Alright... I'll remember that when you want something from me..."- Gray said, pretending to be offended and trying hard not to smile. Juvia laughed loudly, then wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a sweet kiss on his lips. After Jerry disappeared, she was sure she would never get attached to anyone again. She didn't want to suffer more. But as we all know, life likes to surprise us, and "never" is not eternal. First she met Gajeel , with whom, by some strange coincidence, she found a connection. Funny, considering how different they were. Even then a quiet voice in her head, similar to Jerry's, whispered to her to not get too attached….that it didn't make sense. On that day, for the first time in her

life, she decided to ignore it, and thanks to that, she gained a wonderful friend. The same situation happened again after she met Gray and Fairy tail. The insistent voice kept reminding her of the past. 'Just because you've miraculously found a friend who hasn't left you, doesn't mean that it will happen again...' 'So what if he stopped your rain, one day you'd be able to deal with it by yourself…..Besides, don't you remember what happened the last time you felt something for a guy? It's just stupid, meaningless crush, just get over it....' But as time passed and she became more and more attached to the guild mates, more and more in love with Gray..... The voice in her head gradually faded and after a while the only sound she heard was the laughter of her loved ones. Despite the suffering of the past, Juvia no longer regretted anything. She would go through it even 100 more times, just to be happy with her new family. -"Oi ! - she felt Gray lightly tap her nose- Juvs don't fall asleep, we have a train in about two hours….. Remember? "- he asked amused - "You're right! Juvia's sorry, she got lost in her thoughts…" ****************************************** - "Are you going on a mission ?" asked Mira Jane cheerfully, as the couple informed her of their departure. Gray didn't necessarily want to share with her the reason for their trip. After all, it was a rather sensitive topic. - "Yyyy it's more like..... a..vacation...?...Right Juvia?"- he turned to his fiancée - "Oh!....Yes, yes..."- nodded the woman. The barmaid looked at them with a huge smile. She still couldn't quite believe that these two were finally together.… - "In that case I wish you a wonderful time, lovebirds" - she giggled as she saw them both turning red. - "Ooh vacation? That's awesome, wish you a great time guys." -they heard Lucy's voice behind them. - "They are such a beautiful couple."- added Erza proudly-" I can't believe that our Gray has grown so much..I hope you'll have an amazing vacation." - '"I also wish you an amazing time'' -said Wendy happily. -Ohhh..young love…- sang Happy, flying over their heads. - " And where are you two going anyway?"- asked Natsu curiously while finishing his lunch. - "We decided to visit my hometown,"- said Juvia. Her friends didn't need to know more... - "Oh cool..Where is it?" -continued Natsu. He never really thought much about where his guild-mate came from.. -" I don't think that's your business Flame-brain. Besides you probably wouldn't know where it is anyway." -said Gray, slightly annoyed. He was slowly starting to get on his nerves. Why does Natsu always have to meddle in things that are not his own? - "I asked Juvia ,not you Icy-pants" said Natsu teasingly. Jeez what's wrong with Droopy eyes today , he just asked a simple question. - "Calm down both of you "- said Lucy. She didn't like where this conversation was going. -'' Lucy is right, there is no point in arguing....Natsu if you really want to know, Juvia was born in the town of Tempeville, in the south - said Juvia, trying to calm down quickly. - "Oh, I've never heard of that place," Natsu said, surprised. Looks like there's a lot of towns he didn't know about. - "See, I told you so,"- said Gray. "Now if you'll excuse us, we have a train to catch. So let's get going… - "Hey Lucy, Happy, let's go with them...I'd like to see what that place is like "- said Natsu suddenly, dragging the blonde with him. His girlfriend looked at him in horror. 'Natsu, what are you thinking? Are you trying to ruin their trip?' - "The hell?! "- shouted Gray. And then he thought that everything was going well…'Please no….' - "Natsu, that's their private vacation! "- exclaimed Lucy, knowing very well that they should leave the couple alone- "Besides, they said they have a train coming soon!" -"Then let's go , we have to get ready quickly…...!" "LEAVE US ALONE !!' - desperate Gray shouted as loud as he could, unintentionally focusing the attention of practically the entire guild. They all looked at him, disapproval clearly written on

their faces. - "Gee..Buddy..you don't have to be so rude," - said Max. - "My God… what's with you?- whispered Lisanna - "Exactly Gray, what kind of behavior is that? "- Erza asked in a stern tone- "If you don't want Natsu to come with you, just tell him politely. The Devil Slayer wanted to disappear... It wasn't supposed to be like this. He turned his gaze towards his fiancée, silently asking for any kind of rescue. However, he was met with the same horrified gaze. After a moment, the girl bowed her head slightly and said to the rest of the guild. -"Everyone , please forgive us, especially Gray. I don't know what's going on with him lately...." - ' Huh ?'- Gray must have heard that wrong….There is no way... -"....He's been very tired and stressed lately, probably because of work, that's why we decided to go on vacation…..Juvia didn't know what to do...." said Juvia, brilliantly pretending to be distraught. 'Stop making me out to be some kind of aggressive freak,' Gray shouted in his mind 'Juvia is sorry but this is kinda your fault'- thought blunette , while taking a look at her lover. - "Relax Juvia, you don't have to apologize to us... To be honest Natsu tried to force his way into your trip" - said Lucy, looking at her partner with an annoyance. - Sorry Juvia….-said the pink haired boy meekly-"...but the ice princess can kiss my ass. I won't apologize to him.." -he added quietly. - "It honestly sounds like an excuse to leave you alone so you can shag in peace" -said Cana under her breath. She wanted to add something else but then she felt a murderous gaze of the black-haired man and decided to shut up. -"True!"- added Gajeel, receiving a look full of indignation from his best friend. -"That's so MANLY" - "How could you blame them though….." -laughed Macao. -"GOODBYE !" - shouted Fullbuster blushing furiously ,as he headed straight to the door, dragging his equally embarrassed lover with him. As they walked towards the train station, dragging their suitcases behind them, blunette suddenly asked… - "Did you really do this...to be all alone with me....?" asked Juvia innocently. Oh how she loved teasing him like that... -"JUVIA ?! "- At this point Gray was close to having a heart attack. A very amused girl could not stop laughing for a while , until they got on the train and they sat down in one of the wagons. Their journey has just begun. ****************************************** Very random/ unnecessary bonus . Remember this, Lovelies! Never doodle under the influence of alcohol, you will get wierd ideas lol. ,, Do you see this sh*t Juvia? People are fighting over fictional characters… Humanity really is getting dumber and dumber...."

[spacesuitsforemergency]

Gracie’s Birth Day

A/N: Lol, the boys are absolutely useless and thank god Cora showed up when she did. And they refer to each other as girlfriends in this cause they get married later so yeah! Hope I got Cora’s character right!

“Dad, so help me god,” Lucy snapped as she glared up at her dad. “If you cook that chicken I’m going cook you.”

Remy glanced down at his very hostile and hormone filled daughter, who was sitting on the couch as he put away the groceries. He knew the smell of chicken specifically made her throw up, but damn.

“I won’t honey…Uh…is Cora coming over today?” He asked, deciding that wouldn’t be a question that would get her mad.

“Later. Right now she’s enjoying being able to walk without help.” Lucy grumbled. She wasn’t even mad at her girlfriend, just annoyed that walking was exhausting now with how big her belly was now. She was due to pop any day now, so she was very uncomfortable and irritated all the time rather than her usual sweet self.

Just then Eugene and Beau walked through the door, loudly arguing about something Lucy didn’t give two shits about to pay attention to. She rolled her eyes at their noise, but didn’t say anything as she went back to trying to read a new mother book that her dads had gotten her. She was right at the part about postpartum symptoms when she suddenly felt weird. Her stomach started to feel tight and started cramping, causing her to drop her book and gasp in pain at the sudden sharpness.

“Luc?” Eugene turned around to look at his sister, who was now doubled over (well, as best as she could with such a big stomach) in pain. “Oh my god. Are you leaking???”

“Honey? Are you okay?” Remy rushed over to her.

“I think…OW FUCK…I think it’s a contraction…”

“Oh shit. Oh damn. What do we do?” Beau started rambling. “Do we call an ambulance? No, we just drive you right? Do I need to call someone for you?”

“Hey!” Remy clapped for everyone’s attention. “Alright, I’m gonna get her into the car. Beau, go grab her duffel bag in her room. Eugene, call Kurt and tell him Willa needs to stay there with Anja for a bit. Then call Cora to let her know, and whoever else your sister wants.”

“I DON’T CARE JUST TAKE ME TO THE DAMN HOSPITAL.” Lucy shouted as the contraction started to calm down and she could relax.

After a chaotic trip to getting into the car, and of course a stupid traffic jam and having to wait for a room at the hospital, Lucy finally got into a delivery room and was now waiting for 1. Her girlfriend to show up and 2. For this baby to get out of her.

Beau was the only one panicking, he was constantly asking Lucy if she needed ice chips or anything, and he gasped at every time she got a contraction, which only stressed her out more so Remy took him out to the waiting room to find Raphael and wait for Cora. So meanwhile, Lucy got to spend some time with her brother.

“I wonder if you��ll still be fat afterwards.” Eugene snickered before dodging her hand to smack him.

“You’re so lucky I can’t get up on my own.” Lucy lightly laughed, still kinda in too much pain to laugh.

“Seriously though, how are you feeling?” He asked, sitting in the chair next to the bed.

“Uh, terrified? Exhausted already? Nervous?” Lucy scoffed. “I can’t do this. Are you kidding? How is this gonna come out of that?” She gestured to her stomach then…lower.

“Uhh…apparently y’all women stretch a lot down there, I don’t know.” Eugene shrugged, uncomfortable talking about a woman’s vagina during childbirth, let alone his sisters. “So uh, did you come up with any name ideas yet?”

“Yeah, I have a couple in mind.” She smiled.

“Lay them on me, I wanna vote.”

“Okay, Annie.”

“Are you raising a gun slinger? No.”

“Isabelle.”

“Too basic.”

“Monica.”

“She was the worst character on Friends.”

“Nathalie.”

“That’s cute.”

“Paulina.”

“Imagine being an adult named Paulina. Don’t do that to your daughter.”

“I’m sorry, who are you to tell me what I can name my child?”

“Well there’s only one problem, my dear sister. I didn’t hear a Eugenie or Eugenia in that list of options.”

“Cause it’s not one.”

“Uh! I will name one of my kids after you!”

“And that’s very sweet, but as much as I love the name Eugene, I don’t like Eugenia as much. It’ll be her middle name.”

“…it IS hard to live up to my fabtastic name.”

“Did you just say fab-OUCH.” Lucy winced at a contraction, and Eugene quickly grabbed the cold towel on the table and put it on her sweaty neck, and pet her hair to soothe her as best he could.

“Whatever you choose to name her, I am so excited to meet her.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and let her squeeze his hand in pain.

“I am too. Just wish it was under better…circumstances.” Lucy sighed as the contraction started to end and she leaned back into the bed. “God I’m so tired already.”

“LUCY?? LUCY?! LUCY!” A girl dressed in white and looking like she had just been put through a shredder ran into the room.

“Cora??? What happened to you?” Lucy stared at her frantic girlfriend.

“Was battling an Edward Scissorhands wannabe, doesn’t matter, my dear. How are you feeling? How far along are you?” She asked as she shoved Eugene aside and sat in his place, taking Lucy’s hand in hers and rubbing her thumb on the back of her hand.

“Uh, excuse you?” Eugene scoffed pettily, which both girls ignored.

“Okay, I guess. Nurse said I was dilated at 4 centimeters, so, almost halfway through that.” Lucy sighed. “But I’m so scared, I don’t know what to do with a baby!”

“Yes you do!” Cora laughed sweetly. “You read all those books, talked to Juliette, went to Lamaze classes, it’ll be okay. And I’m right here to help, darling.”

“Do you want ice chips, Luc?” Beau poked his head into the room.

“NO BEAU, IM FINE. I DON’T NEED YOUR DAMN ICE CHIPS.” Lucy yelled, annoyed that he was asking for the forty millionth time.

“You really should have some, dear, you need to stay hydrated.” Cora said softly.

“Okay.” Lucy tiredly smiled at her.

“What?!” Beau’s jaw dropped as Cora got up and took the cup of ice chips from him.

“Uh, Luc, I invited Ronan to come just so you know.” Eugene piped up, everyone ignoring Beau’s offended face as Cora helped Lucy eat some ice chips.

“Oh perfect, he’s probably gonna make a rap about this.” Lucy rolled her eyes and groaned. She did like Ronan, she really did, but the dude was a bit too much sometimes.

She whined in pain when another contraction washed over her, Cora rubbing her back and kissing her on the head to comfort her. Lucy shut her eyes and leaned into her girlfriend, nearly falling asleep once the contraction stopped.

A couple hours of waiting had passed, Lucy had just listened to her girlfriend talk about anything as she tried not to focus on all the pain. Her dads had dropped in a few times, Ronan had arrived and asked about a million questions that Lucy didn’t have the energy to answer, and Beau kept asking Cora if Lucy needed more damn ice chips. Then a nurse came in to check up on her, and said she was dilated at 9 centimeters and it was time to get the doctors and start the process of childbirth.

The doctors had tried to get everyone to leave the room, but Eugene threatened them until they let him, Ronan, Remy and Raphael stay with Lucy and Cora during this. As the doctors told Lucy to start pushing, each of her dads and brothers held one of her hands and she broke every single one of them in the first hour of pushing. She hasn’t broken Cora’s hand though, cause while she was in pain she didn’t want to hurt her so she was able to hold back as best she could.

“Honey, you have to breathe.” Cora whispered to her as she massaged Lucy’s shoulder with one hand.

“I am.” Lucy said, whilst not breathing.

“You have to keep pushing, Lucy.” The doctor delivering her baby told her.

“I can’t!” Lucy sobbed as she fell back into the bed, already so exhausted and in too much pain.

“You got this Lucy!” Ronan cheerleaded from the hallway.

“SHUT UP.” Lucy yelled at him, not in the mood for his shit.

“Darling, we need you to push, okay?” Cora encouraged, cupping her face gently. She looked into her girlfriends tired, scared and pain filled eyes, but hers remained calm and loving for her. “You’re doing amazingly, sweetie, you can do it.”

After a lot more pushing and a lot more cussing out Ronan and Eugene and a lot of support from her girlfriend, Lucy finally gave birth to her daughter. They quickly cleaned her off before handing her to Lucy, who immediately started crying with joy as she looked down at her baby. Cora also began to cry from joy beside her, reaching down and gently tucking the blanket around the tiny newborn as she rested her head against Lucy’s. Lucy didn’t even pay attention to doctors sewing her up, she didn’t even hardly notice since she was so overwhelmed with joy to care. After a few moments, the baby started to open her eyes and Lucy smiled as she looked into the black and red eyes of her baby.

“Hi, baby!” Lucy smiled even wider as tears poured down her face. “We’re your mama’s.”

[dazed--xx]

Useless

Request: Can you do a one shot were you fight and he says something that really hurt you bc you were insecure about that and then you act kinda distant and idk can it fluff and angst pretty please 🥺 I love your blog 💜(tae)

Summary:  “Maybe I wanted to have some time to myself for a change? Did you ever think about that? Maybe I didn’t want some clingy leach attached to my hip at every second of the fucking day... I finally wanted to be able to fucking breathe. Like damn I can see why your parents didn’t want you... you're fucking useless....” The foul insults like venom. Useless... He thinks you're useless...

Member: Taehyung x Idol!reader

Word Count: 2,276

Genre: Angst, light smut, light fluff

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF ABUSE

A/N: Shout out to the reader who requested my first Tae one shot, hope you enjoy. I got some big things planned to come out so i hope yall follow make sure you check out my masterlist for other stories 

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“Y/N!!” Tae shouts from the living room finally acknowledging my presence for the first time today. Waking me from a dead sleep, that falling feeling startling. “Y/N!!!” His voice booming. Sluggishly, WHAT TIME IS IT?? 1:54 am the alarm clock reads I scream into the pillow and make my wake to the living room. The bright light blinding, Tae on the couch with Jungkook. “Yes?” the annoyance in my tone evident. “We’re hungry can you make us something please?” THE FUCKING NERVE!!!! I roll my eyes “Did you speak to me for the last 16 hours?” confusion creeping onto his face at my passive aggressive attitude. Jungkook’s face contorts obviously uncomfortable. “I was just asking you to make us food, no need to be a bitch about it ill just order out” He snaps back “and by the way if you have something to fucking say then say it I don’t appreciate the off handed comments especially when you could have come to me as well and speak to me..” his eyes roll, Jungkook eyeing the door “WELL!.... this has been......fun. I'm gonna head out. Sorry Y/N didn’t mean to upset you” I smile at his friendliness. “Goodnight Jungkookie, I'll see you next time okay I'm sorry to make you feel uncomfortable.” I escort him out the door.  

Tae’s eyes fuming as I turn around. “Look what you fucking did! You made him leave all because of you’re stupid fucking attitude!” He shouts, throwing his controller on the ground smashing it. “You couldn’t just say you didn’t fucking feel like it instead of pushing my friend out the fucking door” fear creeping up in my body. Me and Tae have fought before but he’s never raised his voice like this. He’s never been THIS angry before. “Tae, I’m sorry but I was sleeping and-” “DOES IT LOOK LIKE I GIVE A FUCK ABOUT WHAT YOU WERE DOING?” his terrifying voice booming. Tears sting my eyes all my anger from the day boiling over as the confession spews out of my mouth “NO YOU DON’T BECAUSE YOU NEVER FUCKING CARE ABOUT WHAT THE FUCK I DO TODAY WAS A CLEAR INDICATION OF THAT NO? YOU HAVE A FUCKING DAY OFF AND YOU LITERALLY SPEND IT IGNORING ME AND PLAYING YOUR STUPID ASS GAME. I ASK YOU TO TAKE A WALK WITH ME AND YOURE TOO TIRED. I ASK YOU TO TAKE A NAP WITH ME YOU WANT TO BE UP. SO, WHAT THE FUCK IS IT HUH? SO, WHEN I FINALLY, FINALLY FALL ASLEEP YOU WANT TO FUCKING WAKE ME UP TO ASK ME TO COOK FOR YOU AND JUNGKOOK?????????”  

“Maybe I wanted to have some time to myself for a change? Did you ever think about that? Maybe I didn’t want some clingy leach attached to my hip at every second of the fucking day... I finally wanted to be able to fucking breathe. Like damn I can see why your parents didn’t want you... you're fucking useless....” The foul insults like venom. Useless... He thinks you're useless...

*10 YEARS AGO,*

“Y/N! YOU RUINED IT! IT WAS MY FAVORITE AND YOU BROKE IT!!” My older sister shouts, as her hand harshly cracks along my cheek. Tears stream down my face, “I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to...” I whimper. The mirror on the ground shattered like my heart, my sisters rough hand shoves me to my knees. Glass stabbing at my skin like a thousand knives, her hand in my hair. “CLEAN IT NOW!!!” Her shouting alerts my mother. “Y/S/N? What's going on?” My mother's soft voice asks as she comes into the room. “Tsk....Y/N what did you do now?” Annoyance in her tone, her eyes rolling. “She broke my mirror. She broke my favorite mirror....she's so useless mom why is she here she needs to go.” My sister whined.  

“Let her go, Y/N pick this up and come to my room...” the tone dark. Fear taking a hold of my chest. Whilst cleaning the mirror my sisters torture did not end glass penetrated my hand every time, she shoved me over as I held each shard with care. Dread fills me as the mirror is completely clean. Slowly, I trek to my mother's room my 12-year-old frame trembling as I stand in front of my mother's door heart beating threatening to burst out of my chest.  

“Y/N LETS GO NOW” my mother shouts from the other side of the door. The beating didn’t last too long the pain only temporary; the lecture lasted a lifetime the pain forever. “Why do you have to be so damn useless huh? It's like you enjoy ruining our lives, you never seem to do anything right and I'm so god damn tired of fucking covering for you. SO, you need to go, I don’t care where it is you go but it's not here. I want you out by tomorrow and don’t take none of that expensive shit that’s mine”. I was out within the hour, terrified of what may come if I lasted until tomorrow. Rushing out of the door at 3 am with all of my essential belongings in hand, with no destination in sight.  

Months go by living all around Seoul at parks, bus stations, motels when I get really lucky. Singing in the street to come up with a few dollars to eat. Some days I didn’t make enough and I would slip items in my clothes, becoming quite the “artist”.  One day, I’m singing in front of a small store front 2 gentlemen dressed lavishly listening intently phone recording as my verse comes to an end. Their eyes burning holes into me as a blush creeps up onto my face. The crowd disperses at the top of my hat a business card BIG HIT ENTERTAINMENT. Confusion strikes me turning the card over. A small hand written note and address on the back ‘TOMORROW 2 PM’. My heart races WHAT????

*TRAINEE DAYS*

“Y/N-AH STOP BEING SO DAMN USELESS AND PLEASE HIT THE BEAT ON THE RIGHT COUNT!” My groups dance lead, Hye-un shouts. Fury in her eyes, “Seriously we probably would have debuted by now if you could do something right like you can't sing, you can't dance...what can you do huh?? Stand there? Remember you’re only here because Namjoon oppa felt bad for you.” her words cut like knives. “Namjoon oppa thinks I'm good..” I mutter weakly, under my breathe as tears slide down my face. Every girl laughs, “No, honestly no one does like come on, you can't see it, He felt bad for you idiot. You were homeless and needed a place to go.” Jisoo snaps. Her words breaking my heart, grabbing my bag and dashing toward the door. They won't get to see me cry...not like that... not for them.  

Running down the hallway, hunting for the farthest studio away from them to release my demons. THUD! “Oof DUDE WATCH WHERE YO-” The loud voice cut off “LOOK IM NOT IN THE FUCKING MOOD MOVE” I shout as I stand up to run past the stranger. “Damn... Okay... rude... are you okay though you look like you’re crying” He says as I wipe my eyes getting a clear view of the man that I've collided with. A blush instantly creeping on my face as the familiar face becomes recognizable and my head shoots down, Taehyung oppa. All the anger in me fades quickly as the god like man shifted. My voice is shaky, “IM SO SORRY, I wasn’t paying attention. I'm just having a rough morning. I should get going, I'm so sorry... I..Um...S-Sorry” He chuckles “Ha, you said that already...3 times in fact” a small giggle escapes my lips.

“So, I know you don’t know me or anything but I’m a great listener. Maybe you can tell me what's going on, it might help” He says sincerely. Hesitant, I look down “um....-” “Look, don’t worry if you don’t want to physically tell me give me your number you can text it to me then that way you and I don’t have to be face to face and it can help you to get more out that sound good?” I nod as he pulls out his phone and asks for mine. His number in my phone as Tae<3. A smile creeps up onto my face as he pulls me into a hug. My body melts into his like I've known him for years. “Okay so I'll talk to you later” A smile on his face as he walks off.  

Blushing, as realization dawns on me as I pull my phone out to text him.  

*PRESENT*  

From there I told Tae everything, my fears, my past, insecurities. Useless....that's all I’ve ever been. My sobs no longer able to be held back as they barrel their way through my chest. “F-fin-ne then Tae you won't have to worry about me being in your way anymore” I whisper as I turn around and walk into the bedroom Tae and I share. Locking the door behind me I curl up in bed and let the tears take over me. Mama never loved you, the girls never wanted you to debut with them, they made you go solo because of how useless the group thought you were, You're so fucking useless to Tae. I ruin fucking everything I'm sorry Tae. The tears putting you to sleep eventually.  

TAE’S POV  

FUCK!! FUCK!! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!! FUCK! YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO???????!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK?!!! The regret fills my mind as the bedroom door locks in my face. Her sobs filling the apartment, my heart cracking at the sound. Sitting outside of the door listening to the love of my life cry herself to sleep in our bedroom, alone, because of me. Baby I'm so sorry...you know I never would mean anything like that, but the words never come out.  

Nothing can physically come out as my heart pounds in my throat terrified of what tomorrow could bring. Would she leave? NO! Tae don’t think like that Y/N loves you and she’ll know you could never mean that...right? Tears streaming down my face at the thought. You fucked up...you fucking hurt her in one of the worst fucking ways possible. There's no way she's going to forgive you. Trudging back to the couch as I let the tears consume me.  

Y/N’S POV

The sun beaming in my eyes, burning, as I blink myself awake. Eyes sore, Tae’s words resting at the front of my mind. Making my way to the restroom, the second the door is open Tae is in front of me on his knees. “Baby, I’m an asshole okay but I love you and-and I'm sorry” He pleads as he wraps his arms around my waist head resting against my stomach. Disgust filling me, “Move, I have to use the restroom” Tae’s saddened figure retreats back to the living room defeated. Tears stream down my face as the hot water from the shower soaks me. My pain evident, Tae shuffling outside of the bathroom door every few minutes whispering to himself before disappearing back into the living room.  

Placing one of my tank tops and sweat pants on, I make my way out of the bathroom. Tae rushing behind me as I walk back into the bed room. The saddened puppy looks still on his face. His regret in his eyes, his face is puffy and red proof he’s been crying over his words. The sight weakening my angry state as he reaches for my face and looks into my eyes caressing my cheek. His gaze drifting to my lips, slowly leaning forward he brushes his lips against mine looking for some form of consent. My eyes close as he presses forward and kisses me with so much emotion, his tongue delving in to my mouth and tasting me. A slight moan released from his lips as he presses me against the bedroom door slamming it shut. He lifts my right leg over his waist pulling me closer, as lips slide down to my neck. The way his tongue attacks my neck, drawing a puddle in my panties, his member grinding against me hard as a rock. The need for more grows inside me as Tae pulls his lips off of my body as he whispers in my ear his voice shaky and terrified “I-I’m so s-sorry, I love you and you’re not useless. I didn’t mean it. I could never mean it, you’re perfect I swear. And I'm such an ass for saying something like that there’s no excuse for what I said but please, okay, I'm BEGGING you don’t leave me.”  

A tear slides down my face as he shakes, crying into my ear wrapping his arms around my waist. Tae’s sadness washing away any animosity toward him at his words. “Baby... you hurt me but I'd never leave you. You're all I have and I'm never giving you up” I hug him back. His smile against my neck. “I don’t deserve you.....I'm sorry” I nod and run my hands through his hair. “SO! Were you just being a tease or are you gonna finish what you started?” I ask seductively as I put Tae’s hand in my pants, a smirk creeps onto his face.  

“Oh, Kitten, I have so many plans for us today”  

[ghost-ghost-baby]

Scales final

The backstory???? Is finally done,,,,; now I can just do random aus Nd scenarios bless,,,,,maybe nsfw in future

sorry for any mistakes it is,,,, 1 am nd im tired,,,,, 

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“The others will start marching towards here, Shigaraki will be in here with you while his army gets ready to defend. I’ll come in and help you subdue him, and then we need to go to your old cabin Y/n, will you be able to get us there?”

“Of course.” Your tone was cold, you still didn’t trust Dabi, you were doing this purely for Denki. The blonde was nuzzled into your side, doing his best to keep his eyes open, you’d been at this for hours, and the collar kept his energy from fully restoring.

“Is that it?” You wanted this over with, it was a straightforward plan, it wasn’t hard to follow.

“Pretty much, Bakugo or someone will meet us at the cabin, and we’ll go from there.” Dabi shrugged, finally standing up to leave and you could have jumped from joy. The door opened before Dabi reached it and you cursed, you just wanted to be alone with Denki to make sure he was okay, that was impossible with Shigaraki there.

“You can go now.” Shigarakis tone was angry, and a weight settled on your chest, this was going to be… a lot.

“I can’t get one minute of rest without those pathetic worms doing something.” Shigaraki had all but collapsed on the bed, ignoring Denki as he wrapped his arms around you, face buried in your hair while he tried to calm down. Was it time? Dabi hadn’t told you when you’d be doing this whole… escape plan.

“They’ve all banded together and started marching towards here, but don’t worry pet, my armies will crush them.” His hand roughly stroked over your hair and you had to fight back a shiver, where was Dabi? Denki had dozed off next to you, the collar and events of the day finally too much for him.

“I’m sure, my king.” You choked out the words to keep him happy, you couldn’t afford to screw up now. A scream stuck in your throat when Shigaraki grabbed your face, nails digging in as his eyes scanned over your form. You did your best to keep your face neutral, but tears still welled in your eyes as you wondered what he’d do this time.

“They’re not going to take you from me again, I don’t care who I have to kill, you’re mine.”

Shigaraki had fallen asleep not long after that, head on your lap and lanky arms somehow going over you and Denki. The door creaked open, finally, and Dabi entered with a few bags he quickly placed on the floor. He placed his finger to his lips, showing you the antimagic cuffs he had as he started walking towards the bed. You continued stroking Shigaraki’s hair, gently moving him off of your lap so his arms would be easy to bind. Shigaraki stirred at the movement, but as you kept playing with his hair he settled back down into a peaceful sleep. Dabi somehow got the cuffs on without waking Shigaraki, a miracle that had you thanking every god you knew of, but that was the easiest part.

“Hey, Denki, can you wake up for me sweetie?” You cooed, pressing kisses to Denki’s face until his eyes started to open.

‘There’s my guy, are you ready to go? Dabi’s got all the bags ready.” It took the blonde longer than usual to wake up, and he was still groggy as he nodded and started to get off the bed. At least he could still walk, but you’d need to get that awful collar off as soon as you got back to your cabin.

“What are we gonna do about him?” You turned to Dabi, who was still standing over the king.

“Gag him if we have to to keep him quiet, when the collar is off of Denki we should put it on him, I have the controller.”

“You know what he’s like, as soon as he wakes up he’ll be yelling his head off, gag him now.” You knew the vile things Shigaraki could say, it would be better like this.

Dabi only nodded, grabbing a gag he had for god knows what reason, somehow managing to secure it on Shigaraki before he woke up. You grabbed the bags as Dabi hoisted Shigaraki over his shoulder, the movement finally waking the king. Red eyes zoned in on you opening the door and Shigaraki was already trying to curse through the gag by the time you’d shut it behind you all.

“Okay,” You grabbed Denki’s hand, shooting a look at Dabi before you turned to the looming hallway. “Follow me, stay close, be quiet.”

“Are you sure you know where we’re going?” You were going to punch that smug look of of Dabi’s face, he’d been doing this since you entered the forest.

“Yes, I’m sure.” You hissed, your grip on Denki’s hand tightening as you imagined just choking Dabi. You knew exactly where you were going, but to anyone else it would just look like you were heading deeper and deeper into the unknown. Shigaraki has given up his screaming, opting to just glare at you whenever you came into his line of sight, which you avoided as much as you could. Denki was half asleep, shuffling along like a zombie and only strengthening your resolve to get that collar off. The trees finally cleared, revealing a clearing lined with blackberry bushes, and a smal waterfall surrounded by jagged rocks.

“We’re here!” You couldn’t help the relief that swept over you, now you just had to get them inside.

“What?” Dabi didn’t look impressed, eyebrows raised as he scrutinised the clearing.

“It’s through the water, idiot.” You were so, so ready to be rid of him. Now you just needed to get inside and get the collar off of Denki.

“Okay, you can put Shigaraki on the bed.” You started preparing as soon as you all entered the cabin, guiding Denki to the couch you had. The blonde slumped onto it without a second thought, eyes closing and his breathing evening out within minutes. Good. He’d freak if he knew what you had to do to get that stupid collar off. Dabi dumped Shigaraki on the bed, sitting next to him shortly after and turning his gaze to you. You were rummaging through your cabinets, looking for the box of gems you had somewhere, you couldn’t get the collar off without it.

“Fucking finally.” You pushed aside the fake bottom of a draw, revealing the familiar blue box that you quickly pulled out and placed on the table. It clicked open after a few mumbled words on your part, and your fingers began shifting through its contents. Sapphire, ruby, emerald, where the fuck was a diamond? Nothing else would work for this. You managed to find it after another minute, it was small, about the size of your thumbnail, but it was sharp and considering what you had to do, smaller was probably better. Thank god Denki was fast asleep.

Okay, here goes nothing. You shifted your shirt so the skin of the top of your chest was visable, taking a deep breath as you pressed the diamond to your skin. The key was doing this quickly and efficiently, not giving yourself time to second guess. A hiss left you as the stone first pressed into your skin, deeper and deeper until blood started gushing from the wound, covering the diamond and your hand. You held it there, ignoring the looks from Dabi and Shigaraki, what did they expect? You only pulled it away when it got hot, the diamond now glowing the same red as your blood. Perfect. You pulled your shirt back up, thanking the gods it was thick, before you went over to Denki. He was still fast asleep, and you rolled him onto his stomach so you could see the locks on the back of the collar. You pressed the gem against the lock, closing your eyes and focusing all your intent on getting it off. You didn’t stop until you heard a faint click, eyes springing open to see the collar unlock and fall off. You caught it just in time, gingerly carrying it over to Dabi, who made short work of it and somehow managed to fasten it around Shigaraki’s neck. You didn’t even want to know what was going on between them, Dabi looked far too satisfied.

About twenty minutes of silence passed before you felt something, a warmth bubbled up in your chest and the scales on your hand seemed to glow. A trumpeting noise followed by a thud had Denki shooting up, grinning ear to ear as he grabbed your hand.

“Kiri And Katsuki are here!” He tugged you up, ignoring Dabi and Shigaraki as he pulled you outside. The two of you had barely stepped outside before Eijiro was wrapping his arms around both of you and smothering your face in kisses.

“Oh my gods I’m so sorry, are you two okay? Please tell me you’re okay.”

“Of course Kiri, Y/n got us through it!” Denki was happier than you’d seen him all week, and you finally let yourself relax. You did it.

“Thank god you had each other.” Kiri gave you both one last kiss before he pulled back, surveying the two of you for any injuries and thank god your shirt was black and nothing showed up. They didn’t need to fuss over you, you’d get help later. You all just needed to get out of here.

“Can-can we go, Kiri? Please?” You were so, so tired, you just wanted to sleep.

“Are you ready? You don’t need to prepare anything?” You shook your head in response to his question, you really didn’t care what Dabi did with Shigaraki, it wasn’t your problem anymore.

“If you’re sure, Mina made us a teleportation stone, it should activate when we all place two hands on it.” Kiri went into his bag, producing a large grey rock that was warm to the touch. Too tired to question it, you placed your hands on it, only having a moment to appreciate how smooth it was before the spell jumped into effect.

“Oof.” You landed on your ass, blinking as your surroundings came into focus and a blur of pink smashed into you. Pain flashed across your chest and you had to bite back a gasp, although you couldn’t stop your body from tensing up.

“What was that?” Mina pulled back to look at you, and as you glanced at your surroundings you saw the others there, Denki and Kirishima were huddled with Hanta, and Katsuki was standing behind Mina. They were all looking at you with varying degrees of concern, except Katsuki, who just kinda looked pissed. Good to know he hadn’t changed.

“It’s nothing, don’t wor-”

“Bullshit it’s nothing. What aren’t you telling us?” Katsuki pushed Mina aside, and you winced as your eyes landed on the blood staining her front. Maybe nobody would notice? Even as that thought bloomed you saw Mina looking down, lips turning into a thin line as she processed what was happening. Guess your time was up.

“I needed a blood diamond to get the collar off of Denki. It’s nothing I haven’t done before.” You waved their concerns off, completely ignoring how light headed you felt. It had been a long day was all.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kirishima’s tone was hurt and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, instead fixing your eyes on Katsuki, who was kneeling in front of you.

“I just… wanted to get back.” You shrugged, gritting your teeth as you felt Katsuki adjust your shirt so the wound was on display. It was still bleeding sluggishly, much to your surprise, you thought it would have scabbed over by now. “I’m sorry, I’m just… really tired.” You barely flinched as Katsuki pressed something to your chest, hand coming up to cover your yawn made you miss the worried looks everyone exchanged.

“You can rest on me.” Mina shuffled behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and gently pulling you back to lean against her.

“Thank you.” You barely got the words out before your eyes were closing, darkness finally claiming your mind.

“Guys, guys, they’re waking up.” Hanta’s voice made you stir, rubbing your eyes before you cracked them open. The room was dimly lit, but you could still make out everyone worriedly peering at you.

“Hey, how long was I out?” You croaked, happily accepting the glass of water Mina pressed into your hands.

“A week.” Katsukis eyes burned into you and you frowned, you didn’t think it was that bad.

“I’m sorry.” The guilt crashed down on you like a wave, all you did was burden them, why did they even bother saving you? The first time or now.

“Hey, none of that.” The blonde sensed your mood drop immediately, lightly slapping your cheek to bring you back to reality. “It’s the past now, no use dwelling on it.”

“Besides, we’ve got so much to fill you in on!” Denki ruffled your hair, and you couldn’t stop a smile making its way onto your face. You shot a questioning look at Eijiro, he was the only one that hasn’t spoken yet. Was he mad at you? Maybe he was regretting bringing you back in the first place-

“I was so scared!” The redhead tackled you a second later, strong arms securly wrapping around your form while he buried his face in your neck.

“I know, I’m sorry.” You soothed, one arm wrapping around his shoulders while you used your other to card through his hair, trying to ignore the wetness from his tears.

“Kir-riiii, tell them the good news!” Denki whined, reaching over to give Eijiro a light shove. When a minute passed without him surfacing, Denki let out a sigh, turning back to Hanta with an expectant look.

“We’re the new rulers of Shigaraki’s old kingdom!’ Hanta grinned, his arm casually slung over Mina’s shoulders. Your eyes lit up as you processed what was happening. You’d get to be home! You’d be able to do whatever you wanted.

“Oh my gods, thank you! Thank you so much!” You reached out around Eijiro, tugging an unexpecting Katsuki into a hug, who protested and grumbled even as he wrapped his arms around the two of you, the others quickly following suit.

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pc/shadowheart (another modern au fic help) sub 3k words.

-- x -- 1:21 am - 1 new message

Xildi groggily reaches out to her buzzing phone, only a little peeved that something so easily broke her from her trance. With a sigh she gazes at the awfully bright screen and finds herself frowning before her mind can even process. She doesn’t even get to unlock her phone before another message comes in.

1:23 am - 2 new messages

Sitting up straighter, she finally unlocks her phone.

2 messages from Shadowheart

1:21am → 

hey, are you awake

1:23am → 

youre probably trancing

With a sigh, Xildi weighs her options before realizing there’s not exactly one. Her fingers move fast as she types her reply.

1:24am ← 

I’m ‘awake’ now. What’s wrong?

1:25 am →

i didnt say anything was wrong

1:26 am →

you assumed that

Xildi rolls her eyes before looking back down to her phone.

1:27 am →

anyways

Moments pass, and the elf is torn whether or not she wants to return to her trance. She wonders how pissed Shadowheart would be if she accidentally left her on read, and decides that it’s likely not worth finding out.

1:31 am ←

Shadowheart?

1:31 am ← 

You’re making it seem like something’s wrong.

Most likely because something is wrong, but getting the half-elf to admit that is half the battle. Huffing, Xildi shuffles off the bed and begins traversing to her kitchen. Might as well get a snack if she’s about to be up all night waiting for whatever is wrong with her friend. 

Her phone buzzes as she’s prepping a light snack for herself, at least signaling that Shadowheart didn’t pass out on her. Scratch wakes as well, trotting into the kitchen and wagging his tail in hopes for a midnight snack as well.

1:38 am → 

someone from the orphanage contacted me today

1:38 am → 

i didnt want to even message you but idk

1:39 am →

unfortunately you know my past

Xildi rolls her eyes, it wasn’t her fault that Shadowheart blabbed it out when she was drinking too much wine at Wyll’s party. Either way, the story did already peak her interest and Xildi found herself approaching her couch with warm toast.

1:40 am ← 

The orphanage? I thought you told them to never contact you again.

1:41 am →

i did

1:41 am →

that’s why its bothering me

Quizzically Xildi bites on her toast.

1:42 am ←

Wait… you didn’t answer? Are you telling me they called and you let them go straight to voicemail?

1:43 am → 

and? i didnt want to be reminded of that awful place

1:44 am → 

i dont want to listen to it

1:44 am →

at least alone. im coming over

Xildi blanches. She’s coming over, now? She’s hardly well dressed for visitors, practically in her underwear and hair a mess. Not to mention that the place was in an array (not really, but in her eyes it was a pigsty that couldn’t be seen by anyone else’s eyes).

1:45 am ← 

Now?! Seriously? Couldn’t you wait until morning?

1:45 am ←

Shadowheart, my place is a mess.

1:46 am →

yes. now. 

It starts processing in her head. Shadowheart doesn’t live far, perhaps 15 minutes minimum if she takes the bus, but there aren’t any at this hour. At least she’s pretty sure there’s none.  So she’s walking, that gives her probably an extra 10 minutes. Then she’s reminded of how incredibly dangerous that is to begin with -- but it’s Shadowheart and she likely doesn’t care to begin with. She grew up in this neighborhood, this is nothing!

1:48 →

i need you

Oh. Xildi knows her cheeks are warm, because never has Shadowheart ever been so forward. A heavy breath leaves her lips as she knows she has no choice now but to let her come over and likely listen to this voice mail with her. Whatever comes afterward will be another story she’s sure.

1:50 am ←

The door’s unlocked, please be safe getting here.

1:51 am →

im fine

1:52 am →

but youre sweet to worry

Frantically Xildi shoves the now cold toast into her mouth and begins cleaning at an incredible pace. She starts with the kitchen, disturbed that she even let there be dirty dishes to begin with. A few minutes later and she’s drying her hands, curiously peaking over at her phone to see if anything else has come through. Thankfully nothing and she sets off for her bedroom.

It only takes a few more minutes to tidy up before she goes back to retrieve her phone. 

1 new message from Shadowheart

2:04 am →

bitch’zel stopped me on my way. im omw now

Xildi purses her lips, it was awfully late for Lae’zel to be out and about. Now that she thinks upon it, she does recall Astarion’s door closing roughly ten minutes or so ago. Interesting. 

2:05 am ←

Any chance there’s a bus going at this hour?

2:06 am →

already ahead of you

2:06 am → 

last bus of the night… guess im staying at your place again

2:07 am ←

Glad I cleaned my room then :/

2:07 am → 

how kind! bold of you to think id actually sleep with you though

Xildi feels her heart strings pull at that one. 

2:07 am →

well…

2:08 am →

perhaps a discussion for another night

Dropping her phone onto the bed, Xildi falls back and stares up at her ceiling. She’s already on a roller coaster of emotions, she can’t imagine what must be barreling through Shadowheart at the moment. Scratch trots into her room, whining slightly before laying on the floor by the foot of her bed. 

Her phone buzzes again and she lazily reaches across her bed to find it. She doesn’t even get a chance to look at the screen before it drops on her face with a defiant thud. Groaning she picks it off her face and squints at the bright device.

2:14 am →  

or i guess you dont want to talk about it

2:14 am ←  

I do.

2:15 am → 

😤😤 good

Xildi finds herself laughing and lowers her phone onto her chest. 

2:18 am ←

Do you have an ETA?

2:19 am →

excited to see me?

2:19 am →

bout five minutes though

Xildi decides that staring aimlessly at her ceiling is her best way to waste time, not finding energy to do much else. She knows Shadowheart arrives when the door creaks open slowly, and Scratch jumps from his spot on the floor and sprints out of the room. She can hear the light grunt from the half-elf as the dog nearly knocks her over, a fragile laugh echoing the silence as claws scratch along the wooden floor.

It thankfully doesn’t take long for Scratch to settle, Xildi notes from the sudden silence. There are light steps, from both the dog and Shadowheart as they approach her room and the elf gradually rises herself into a more approachable position. Finally their eyes meet in the dim room and she can just tell how worn Shadowheart is.

“Hey,” comes lightly from Xilid as she offers a faint smile. She figures if anything she should try to be welcoming. 

Something close to a response comes from Shadowheart who sulks into the room, dropping her backpack on the way. She practically falls face first onto the bed and lets out what Xildi assumes is a much needed breath.

Tentatively, the elf places a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“Do you want to change first?”

“I guess.”

So it was going to be a difficult night -- morning? Xildi isn’t sure anymore. Gradually Shadowheart rises from her spot and keeps her gaze away from the elf, absolutely avoiding the pressing matter on hand. The tension stays thick as she digs through her backpack and eventually pulls some sweats out.

Pointendly looking away, Xildi focuses on the ceiling once more as Shadowheart changes. A few quiet moments pass before the mattress shifts and the half elf hesitantly lays down next to her. Now two sets of eyes focus on the white popcorn.

Shadowheart is silent for a long time -- long enough that the elf fears that she has fallen asleep. Just when she’s about to ask, she hears Shadowheart say “I don’t even know if I want to hear what they have to say.”

Xildi shifts her gaze to a troubled Shadowheart who still casts her hard stare to the ceiling. “Do you think you’d be better not knowing?”

“No,” comes first, followed shortly by “I don’t know”.

Finally dark green eyes meet Xildi, ones filled with exhaustion and definitely some fear. The elf can’t help but wonder of all the horrors her friend(?) grew up with in that orphanage. “I could always listen to it, so you don’t have to.”

“And hold it against me?”

“You know I wouldn’t do that.”

Something close to a soft smile eases its way onto Shadowheart’s face, scooting closer and resting her cheek on Xildi’s shoulder. The half-elf’s phone does a light drop on her stomach, almost as an invitation before she sighs. 

Taking the hint, the elf lifts Shadowheart’s phone and goes to unlock it. Truthfully it felt wrong to be even doing that, but she figured if she didn’t there was no way in hell Shadowheart would. A light mutter from her side tells her the passcode that she already secretly knows from another drunken night, and she quickly exits her messages before seeing something she might not meant to be. 

Hell, she shouldn’t be navigating her phone to begin with. 

Her thumb taps the phone app and she feels Shadowheart tense against her, digits gripping her arm. “We could always listen to it later.”

“No,” says Shadowheart as she glares at her own phone. “I didn’t come all this way to continue ignoring it.”

With a slow nod, Xildi continues and clicks on the voicemail tab. She’s only a little surprised to see a few from Gale and Wyll, from today even, but ignores it for the sake of seeing the number sticking out like a thumb between it all. Tentatively she glances to the woman beside her, who holds a fierce look before she taps the number to play the voicemail. 

It starts casual enough, the shuffling of papers, stating who is calling and stating that they were looking for, yes indeed, Shadowheart. To this day Xildi is shocked that they truly messed up her birth certificate that badly. Just when they’re both thinking that the call is a fluke, that they’re trying to bait her back into calling without anything, they hear: “Please call us back when you can, we believe we might have found information about your parents.”

It clicks.

Shadowheart is still, terrifyingly so.

Xildi glances from the phone in her hand, to Shadowheart who is practically cuddling her side, to her white popcorn ceiling. Even she is unsure if it’s the truth or a white lie to get back in communication with her.

“I hate them,” comes quietly from Shadowheart, who’s biting so hard on her lip that blood dares to drip. “I hate them so much.”

Xildi remains quiet, completely and utterly unsure of how to proceed with this new information. A part of her feels that she shouldn’t have just heard this voicemail. She can only imagine how Shadowheart would have handled the news alone. Poorly, if she really has to guess.

Said woman exhales loudly, her grip on Xildi’s arm tightening before gradually loosening. Her breath is fragile for a moment, teetering on the edge of likely tears -- the elf doesn’t dare to look -- before mellowing out to an extent. She shifts slightly before sitting up and crossing her legs. 

“I don’t even know if I want to meet them.”

Her voice is so fragile, unlike herself, that it takes Xildi by surprise. She’s sitting up faster than she can imagine and wastes no time placing a hand over Shadowheart’s own. The very least she can do right now is be supportive. “You don’t have to any time soon.”

Briefly the half-elf tenses from the touch. “They left me there.”

“Sometimes there’s not a choice,” says Xildi with a frown, remembering her own past all too well. She wonders if her brothers are still well even after all this time. “Even so, because of that it led to us meeting, right?”

“Look at you, trying to make this positive,” scoffs Shadowheart, but the faintest of smiles shines. Their eyes lock for a few seconds and the same butterfly feeling stirs in Xildi’s stomach. “It’s crazy how one even can change everything. That orphanage was shit, but it led me to Shar -- something to believe in.”

“Are you thinking how things might’ve been different if you grew up with them?”

Shadowheart tilts her head. “My parents? A little,” pursing her lips, she gazes intently at the wall behind Xildi. “I hate that they left me in that awful place, never once tried to get in contact with me. And now I despise that the orphanage is trying to bring me back.”

“You don’t have to go, or even call back.” With a reassuring smile, Xilid takes her hand back and runs it idly through her hair. “If you’re happy where you are, why change it?”

The half elf pauses, as if Xildi’s words struck her like a bolt of lightning. Her gaze shifts from the wall to her lips, then to her eyes. “Would you change anything?”

“Me?” A bit baffled, Xildi raises a brow before shrugging it off. “A few things here and there sure, but I suppose it’s often better to let destiny take its course.”

“You think us meeting is destiny? That’s cute.”

Xildi gives Shadowheart a look, despite it all there’s something deeper that she’s not inherently saying. It gives her an inkling that somewhere inside, she’s actually agreeing with her -- and that they should continue letting it. Her heart skips in her chest, unsure whether to take the advance before she manages a response. “Do you disagree?”

A long silence fills the air, as if Shadowheart is weighing her options carefully. What is likely only a moment or two feels like an eternity, dragging on and eating away at Xildi until finally -- finally! -- the bed shifts underneath Shadowheart’s weight and the woman is sitting next to her. Polished nails gently scratch at Xildi’s fingers before resting. “No, I don’t think so. In fact…” trailing off, Shadowheart uncharastically fails to meet Xildi’s gaze. “I think you should let it take its course, right now.”

Oh.

Mustering up all of her courage, Xildi leans forward and lifts her free hand, cupping one of Shadowheart’s cheeks. Her skin is warm and soft against her cool hands, a dull reminder of how chilly she prefers to keep her room. Her heart is pounding against her chest as she leans closer. She can see all of her eye lashes, how they begin to flutter nervously, and the dark hues of green in Shadowheart’s eyes. 

Her breath catches, perhaps the other’s too, before she sets her mind on it. Her chest practically explodes as she timidly presses her lips against Shadowheart’s, a full eruption of emotions consuming her as she suddenly gasps for air. How she frees her other hand to cup her other cheek, the need to feel incredibly close to her rising as her heart continues to pound. 

Shadowheart chuckles against her lips, the hot breath tickling her lips as she finds herself smiling. It’s not long before she goes again, parting her lips just enough to ensnare the half-elf’s lower lip. To feel how soft and full hers are against her own, the warmth that comes to her cheeks, face -- hell, her stomach too. All overwhelming but wonderful at the same time. She wasn’t aware how much she was craving this moment.

After what feels like an eternity (but definitely was a couple minutes at most), Xildi pulls herself away and shyly drops her hands to the bed. Her cheeks burn as she stares at a lopsided and completely goofy grin that stretches on Shadowheart’s face. Endearing? Absolutely.

“Perhaps… it was destiny -- us meeting that is.”

Xildi smiles. “Perhaps it was.”

[artificialqueens]

Signed, Sealed, Delivered, Chapter 1 (Crygi, Jan x Nicky) - Joley

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“Mail call!” Crystal called out, even though it was only her and Jan in the apartment. She sorted the pile out between the two of them, ending up with two slightly messy stacks. “Looks like you got an international package!”

That brought Jan barreling out of her room, nearly slipping on the rug on her way in. She grabbed onto the counter to support herself, taking a gasp of air before standing upright. “Oh yay!” She grabbed the package with the enthusiasm of a kid on Christmas morning and took it back to her room along with the rest of her pile, not bothering to close the door behind her.

Crystal chuckled, looking over to see her cat perched on the couch, staring into Jan’s bedroom with something of a perplexed expression. “It’s nothing for you, Tic. But maybe she’ll let you play in the box,” she mused before her gaze drifted back to her pile of mail, sifting through what inevitably turned out to be nothing but junk. With nothing else of her immediate interest, she wandered into her roommate’s room, sitting on the bed while Jan was at her desk. “What’d you get?”

Jan carefully opened the box, gliding the box cutter down the tape seams so she didn’t have to rip and yank and risk tearing anything inside. She took the neatly folded letter out first, holding it to her face and taking a deep inhale. The scent of patchouli and vanilla wafted into her nose and made her smile. It was the smell she most associated with Nicky, every package and letter she sent came laced with the aroma of her perfume.

“Bonjour, mon petite poupée,” she started to read, ignoring the way Crystal started to laugh at her butchering of the French phrases. “I hope spring is as beautiful there as it is here. I have sent you a box of macarons—I enjoy them year-round, but my mother always loved to bake them the most this time of year. I wanted to send you some of hers, but hopefully bakery ones will suffice. I’d love it if you FaceTime or Skype me when you get them, I want to see your live reaction, and I sent you enough to share with Crystal, so be nice. Until then, câlins et bisous, Nicky.”

Jan smiled broadly as she finished reading the letter, noticing the lipstick kiss print that Nicky signed off every letter with, and gently set it aside. “Okay, it’s like nine at night where she is, she’ll still be up,” she said as she took the pastel box tied neatly with a white lace bow out of the package. “Oh look, this is so cute.” She took out another piece of paper where Nicky had hand-drawn each macaron and wrote the flavor next to it, making a color-coded guide. “Isn’t she so sweet and thoughtful?”

“She told you to share, so yes.” Crystal chuckled, running her hand through her hair to look presentable while Jan called Nicky on Skype.

Nicky answered the call right away. “Hi Jan! Hi Crystal!” She greeted them with energy even though she was dressed for bedtime, wearing a black tank top and white cotton shorts (the latter not being visible in the frame). Her hair was damp, air-drying, and draped over her desk chair. “Did you get my mail?”

Jan nodded, holding the box up for her to see. “Just did. Thank you so much, Nicks. That’s so sweet of you.”

“Of course, I’m still making my way through the gift basket you sent for my birthday. I have opinions on all the different Oreo flavors.” Nicky giggled. They had gotten into a discussion about all the different flavors of the cookie, and she had become obsessed with the idea of trying the variety. So, when her birthday rolled around, Jan had painstakingly arranged a cookie bouquet (along with a few other treats) with as many flavors as she could find.

In the year they’d been communicating, Nicky had both come to expect Jan to go the extra mile and would still be surprised every time. The university course that had brought them together through its pen pal program certainly didn’t require an exchange of presents, but it started with Jan not being to help herself and (unbeknownst to Nicky) progressed into an ever-present desire to impress her.

“We can get to that next, I’m really excited to try these. Which one is your favorite?” Jan asked as she took the bow off the box without untying it and opened it up. “Oooh, it still smells fresh-baked.”

Nicky grinned as she watched her, opening up a bottle of rosé and pouring herself a glass. “I am partial to the red velvet and the apricot.”

Jan licked her lips. “You know I love red velvet.” She plucked the deep red cookie from the box before handing it to Crystal, who was making grabby-hands at it. She waited for her friend to choose and set the box down on her desk. “On three.” She counted down, then took a bite. “Holy shit.” She covered her mouth, not wanting to talk with her mouth full. “Nicks, these are delicious. You’re gonna have to send these on the regular.”

Crystal was enjoying herself just as much. “Is there a word for like, food horny? You know, like it tastes so good, I’m kind of turned on?”

Nicky snorted and Jan looked down and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Just say you like it, Crystal.”

“I do,” she confirmed, then looked down at her phone. “Anyway, gotta go. Bye Nicky, thanks for the cookies!” She waved at the screen before darting right out of the room.

Jan chuckled, knowing exactly what propelled Crystal out of the room so quickly and shouted “Tell Gigi I said hi!” after her. Then she faced forward again, her attention effortlessly returned to Nicky. “Anyway, how have you been?” “No complainings,” Nicky hummed, aimlessly strumming her fingers against her glass. “Did you get around to listening to that study playlist I sent you?”

“Oh my god yeah, I forgot to say anything because I kept listening to it after I was done studying and fell asleep,” Jan admitted with a laugh. “You have impeccable taste.”

She twirled her slowly drying hair around her manicured finger. “Tell me something I do not know, darling.” She winked.

Jan’s breath hitched in her throat and she covered it with a cough. Nicky exuded a seductive beauty so effortlessly and it didn’t take much for Jan to get flustered. If their friendship wasn’t exclusively long distance, her crush would have been impossible for Nicky or anyone else to not pick up on. Hell, Crystal only knew because she had been aching for the release of gushing about her feelings and her roommate lent a willing ear. “Last time I did that, we ended up talking about juice boxes for an hour,” she retorted once her body had unclenched.

Nicky chuckled softly at the memory. It was so easy for them to go off on tangents about the smallest things. It was probably her favorite part of her conversations with Jan, everything flowed so easily, awkward silence simply didn’t exist between them. “That is true,” she conceded. “But I’ve got to go eat dinner. We’ll talk tomorrow, yes?”

“Go eat.” She never quite grasped how Nicky always ate dinner so late at night, but she had all but memorized her schedule by now. “Au revoir,” she cooed, just because she knew it would make her laugh, and waved as she ended the call.

——

When Crystal got the text ‘come hang out, im done with class,’ she was out the door before she even sent ‘ok.’ Gigi was a junior while she and Jan were seniors, but all of them going to the same university had their schedules aligning relatively often. But she and Jan were living off-campus, so she didn’t want to waste any time on getting to her.

“Hey.” Gigi smiled, greeting her best friend with a hug. “Come on, we’re going on a coffee run,” she said, leading the way. Her direct nature was something Crystal had appreciated—she didn’t ask questions, she made statements, and it came off as harsh to some, but Crystal was terrible at making daily decisions, so she was happy to leave it in her hands.

“Sounds good. You should come over soon, Jan got these amazing French cookies from Nicky. I think she’ll let us steal some,” Crystal mused, linking their arms as they walked.

“Cool.” She nodded. “Has Jan told Nicky she’s in love with her yet?” It had come up in conversation in the past, leading to Crystal giving the entire backstory of Jan and Nicky’s relationship. Luckily, Jan hadn’t held it against her and could live with one more person knowing the truth.

Crystal laughed softly and shook her head. “Nope. But, you know, you can’t push someone to admit how they feel if they aren’t ready.” Her tone was a bit strained in the remark, looking straight ahead as she spoke.

But Gigi didn’t notice the shift in her voice anyway. “That’s stupid,” she said flatly. “They’re like, four thousand miles apart, what’s the worst that could happen?”

“Feelings are feelings.” She shrugged as they entered the café. Of course, she could relate to what Jan was going through, but as far as she was concerned, her situation was worse. A pen pal could be out of sight and out of mind, she reasoned. But having a crush on your best friend made day-to-day life excruciating. She was constantly torn between the desire to distance herself so her emotions didn’t overwhelm, and the powerful urge to spend as much time and be as physically close to Gigi as possible. Perhaps unsurprisingly, the latter would always win. “So, how’s your final project going?”

Gigi let out an exasperated groan. “God, I’m killing myself making a dress for the wedding I’ll never have,” she lamented. “I never want to see white lace again once I’m done with it.”

Crystal winced, averting her gaze. “You don’t think you’ll ever get married?”

“Not the takeaway here, Crys,” she rolled her eyes, but there was still fondness in her expression. “Listen, I’ve made it this far in life without a relationship, maybe that’s just my destiny. I’ll just be far too busy taking over the fashion industry to worry about it.”

It wasn’t a personal rejection, but it was painfully difficult for Crystal not to take it as one. Her heart ached and her chest felt heavy with a sudden sadness, coupled with her active efforts not to let it show. “No, yeah, I get it.”

Gigi rubbed her arm gently. “Don’t let my cynicism ruin that hopeless romantic in you. It gives me hope in this cold, dark world.” She looked into her eyes, silently offering the apology she was just a little too proud to verbalize.

Crystal lightened back up, though she was embarrassed that Gigi had such a hold on her emotions without even realizing it. “I’ll do my best.”

——

Crystal returned to the apartment just as the sun was setting. Coffee had turned to dinner and time had just slipped away from her. But when she got inside, she went right over to knock on Jan’s door, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“Come in!”

“Jan, I had an idea!” Crystal let herself in and sat at the desk, as Jan was now in bed with her laptop.

Jan closed the laptop and set it aside. “I’m scared already,” she joked.

“No, no, no, I’m totally serious, and it’s a good idea,” Crystal insisted, shifting to sit cross-legged on the chair. “You and Nicky are like, a million miles apart and that really sucks, right?”

“Yes, thank you for reminding me.”

Crystal waved the comment off and continued. “So here’s the plan—you tell her there’s a big event that you’re going to this summer and you want her to come to visit. Dunno what the event would be, but we can worry about it later.”

The brunette tilted her head to the side. “Like graduation?”

“That’s not enough time. It has to be something that’ll happen in like, a month or something,” she explained. “But you guys will just be so excited to be together that you’ll forget about the event entirely, problem solved.”

Jan stared blankly at her friend, wondering if she had become delirious from too many all-nighters. But then she shrugged, what did she have to lose? “I’ll talk to her about it in the morning, then. It couldn’t hurt to bring up…”

“That’s the spirit!” Crystal clapped her hands together. “Let me know how it goes!” And with that, she left the room with a spring in her step.

And Jan did sleep on it, weighing out the pros and cons of creating an elaborate ruse just to get the girl she was pining after to travel overseas. It wasn’t that they hadn’t talked about visiting each other, but they could never ‘justify’ it, there was always something else they needed to focus on, or the finances just wouldn’t allow it (she wasn’t about to ask her parents to send her to France when they were already paying her bills). The more she thought about it, the more it seemed like a decent idea.

After breakfast and a shower, Jan called up Nicky on FaceTime. “Are you busy? I’ve gotta ask you something.”

“You have my undivided attention,” Nicky assured.

Jan smiled, sitting down on the couch. “So, I’ve got this big event coming up next month, and I know we haven’t been able to arrange a visit yet, but I think this would be the perfect opportunity. I really want to see you.”

Nicky tilted her head in curiosity. “I want to see you too. What is the event?”

“A wedding,” Jan answered confidently. She had decided that it would make perfect sense for the time of year.

“I love weddings.” Nicky’s face lit up. “Whose is it?”

Fuck. Why hadn’t she planned one step further? “It’s…” At that moment, she somehow forgot the name of everyone she had ever known for a brief moment, and she wanted to yell at Crystal for giving her this stupid idea in the first place and—

“Crystal and Gigi’s,” she blurted out.

Nicky knew Crystal had a romantic interest in Gigi just from passing conversations, but she had never quite pieced together the nature of their relationship. She was a little surprised at how serious it apparently was, but decided there was no need to question it. “Oh, good for them. I’ll have to double-check, but I think I will be able to be your plus one.”

Jan didn’t realize she had been holding her breath until she exhaled in relief. “Great! I’m so excited, I’m sure Crystal will be thrilled to hear it.”

“Send her my good wishes, I have to get to class, though,” Nicky replied, exchanging goodbyes before the call ended.

“What am I gonna be thrilled to hear?” Crystal asked as she tossed her bag into her bedroom. The door was always left open so TicTac could go in and out as he pleased. She had just returned from class, dried paint splotches still staining her fingers and palms.

Jan’s face froze. Yet another issue she had not accounted for. “Nicky is going to come visit.”

Crystal beamed triumphantly, getting ready to rub her brilliance in the other girl’s face. “See? I told you it—”

“She’s visiting for your and Gigi’s wedding.”

She blinked, looking at her incredulously. “Mine and Gigi’s what now?”

“Look, I panicked, it was the only thing I could think of. And this was your idea anyway, so if I’m going down, you’re coming to hell with me,” Jan got up as she spoke, pacing around the room as she desperately tried to figure out what to do next. “Just go with it, please.”

It had taken another moment for Crystal to fully process the information. How was she supposed to tell Gigi? What was she going to do if she couldn’t get her on board? But she didn’t want to compound Jan’s panic and make everything worse. “Well, Gigi does have a wedding dress in the works…” She looked over at her friend who was still on the verge of an anxiety attack and rushed to her side, wrapping her arms around her. “Listen, we’ll make this work. I don’t know how, but we will, I promise.”

Jan took a few deep breaths, allowing herself to be calmed down. She hugged Crystal tightly, hiding her face against her shoulder. “Where do we go from here?” Her voice couldn’t reach above a whisper.

Crystal chewed her lip as she rubbed Jan’s back. “I guess first thing’s first—I have to tell Gigi we’re getting married.”

[dorkzrul]

When I met my Date on Another Date

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. (This applies for all chapters)

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Chapter 1

She had been waiting for almost an hour now. “Ma’am, are you sure you don’t want to order?”, asked the impatient waitress. “Yes i’m sure. I think i’ll wait just a little longer.”, Annabeth responded. “Suit yourself, but I really don’t think he’s coming!” How dare that waitress. She had a good mind to call the manager and report her waitress for being rude to a customer. She sighed, it was useless. And besides, she was probably right. Lately, she had seen Luke getting more and more distant and had suspected that something was up, but when she asked him he only got mad and accused her of not trusting him. That's when she definitely knew something was up because due to her past, trust had always been a rather fragile subject with her. Everyone in her family who she had trusted had left her and Luke had promised that he’d never leave her. He was the first person she’d trusted since the accident, when her mom died. The Luke she knew would never have said something like that to her. But she had never thought that it had been bad enough for him to miss their anniversary dinner! Had he forgotten?

She was just about to get up and leave when someone sat down in the seat across from her. “Sorry, i'm late. Traffic was terrible today.”, he announced loudly, gaining the attention of several people around, as well as that rude waitress. “Um, who ar-” “Just go with it”, he whispered, cutting her off, “I don't know who you’re waiting for, but whoever stood you up is a jerk”. She was about to retort that he knew absolutely nothing but kept her mouth shut. Instead, she turned to glare at him and was momentarily stunned. The man was probably around her age, with tousled, jet-black hair, beautiful sea-green eyes and tan skin. He was wearing a dark green shirt and balck trousers and looked simply heavenly. She forced herself to look away, just as he whispered, “Wanna get out of here?” She nodded, Luke definitely wasn’t coming and what was the harm in going out with a cute stranger she just met. Wait, WHAT?! What was happening to her. Firstly, she HAD a boyfriend, she couldn’t think other guys were cute! Plus, he was a complete stranger! He could be a serial killer for all she knew, she wasn’t going to go with him! “Um, sorry. I can’t”, she told him. He shrugged, “Suit yourself”, just thought you’d want to get away from all the people looking at us weird. I could drop you to your car and then you’ll be done for the night. She felt her face redden. Of course he didn’t want to go somewhere with her, he just wanted to get away. In fact, someone like him probably had a girlfriend, maybe an adorable redhead with freckles all over her face and green eyes like him. Maybe she was British and said his name in a cute little accent, she felt sick at the thought. Wait, what was she thinking? She didn’t care! She had a boyfriend of her own, one who loved her very much… though clearly not enough to remember their anniversary.

“Yeah, sure”, she quickly responded before her thoughts could get any worse. They walked outside, an awkward silence between them. “Oh um I came here by cab. I didn’t bring my car”, she quietly said, breaking the silence. “I could call a cab for you, or I could drop you off in my car if you like”, said the stranger. She had to stop calling him stranger! He had helped her out of such an awkward situation and she didn’t even know his name! “Im Annabeth, by the way. Thanks for helping me out there”, she stuck her hand out for him to shake. “Percy, and no problem”, he said, shaking her hand with a crooked grin on that face. Oh the things that smile did to her… STOP IT! She mentally chided herself. Then she realised she was still holding his hand and quickly let go, blushing. “Um, you don’t need to go to that trouble of dropping me”, she said. “Oh it's no trouble! I live on 3rd street, I could drop you along the way if you live that way” He literally just gave his address to a stranger, what was wrong with this guy, she thought. What if she had been some sort of crazy stalker? But it would be a great help if he could drop her off and she lived there too. So she found herself doing the unthinkable, giving her address to a stranger, hopping into their car and driving to her apartment where she lived. “Oh, I live along 3rd street too” “Great, i’ll drop you then”, he gave her another grin and she felt her knees weaken.

They climbed into his car, a dark blue Lamborghini Huracán. He was rich! It was approximately a twenty minute drive there. He turned onto the street and an awkward silence filled the car. “So, Annabeth, were you meeting your boyfriend at the restaurant back there today?” He was just a stranger, yet somehow she felt like she could trust him and had the urge to tell him everything. It was okay, she reasoned with herself, he was just a stranger that she would probably never see again after today and thus it didn't matter if she said anything or not. “Yes, yes i was supposed to see my boyfriend. It’s our one year anniversary.” “Oh”, he raised an eyebrow, “He missed your anniversary?” “I’m sure there’s a valid reason!” she said defensively. “Never said there wasn’t. But he shouldn’t have stood you up like that. If he couldn’t make it he should have told you.” She sighed “You’re right” He looked surprised. “Damn right I am!” They laughed loudly. That was just what she had needed after such a night! “This may come out wrong but I’m honestly kinda glad he stood you up” “What?!?!” “If he hadn’t, I would never have met you. You seem like a cool person” “Oh...thanks”, she mumbled, blushing. “Hey, wanna go out for coffee sometime?” He asked, it seemed like he was nervous. “Not like a date, just as friends.”, he quickly added. She giggled (What was wrong with her? She never giggled!), he looked cute all flustered like that. “Sure. I would love to!” He grinned, “Great! Here’s my number.” He dictated it as she put it into her phone and saved it as Percy (Restaurant Guy). “Text me”, he said, still grinning hugely. She nodded, blushing.

He dropped her off at her building with a quick wave and she noticed that he lived just two buildings down. She entered her flat, thinking of all that had just happened. Luke had stood her up, a stranger had come to save her, she’d gotten into his car and had him drop her (hence giving away her address), she’d told him all about her and Luke and she’d saved his number in his phone and had promised to text him (and she was going to make good on the promise). Yep, something had definitely come over her. As soon as she had taken off her shoes, she plopped onto the couch and called Luke. But her call went straight to voicemail. She decided that they should talk in person about this and simply left a message asking him to come over whenever he could. Then, she texted Percy.

Annabeth Chase: Hey, this is Annabeth!

He responded within a couple of minutes.

Percy Jackson: Hey :)

Annabeth Chase: So...

Percy Jackson: So… tomorrow?

Annabeth Chase: Tomorrow? What?

Percy Jackson: R coffee d8, Chase! Forgotten already? :p

Annabeth Chase: Of course not! I just didn’t think it would be this soon!

Percy Jackson: Is tom not good 4 u?

Annabeth Chase: I am free tomorrow, but…

Percy Jackson: If ur free then lets do it! If not then mayb some other time…

She was glad he wasn’t pushing to come tomorrow or to tell him why she couldn’t make it. Luke would have done that… He always got upset if she couldn’t make it and always wanted to know where she was. She didn’t mind too much because there shouldn’t be any secrets between them, but the way he said it made it seem like he didn’t trust her.

Annabeth Chase: How about the day after? I’m with Luke tomorrow.

Percy Jackson: Sure! Grt so uk that lil cafe called “Cafe Coffee”? Lets meet there tomorrow at 4? K?

Annabeth Chase: Sure!

Percy Jackson: Its a date!

She stared at her phone, wondering if she should correct him. On one hand, she was pretty sure by “date” he only meant one between friends (gosh, she barely knew him for an hour and they were friends now?!), but if she didn’t correct him it might seem, just a tiny bit, like it was a date. What if Luke saw the text? But on the other, she couldn’t ignore the slight thrill that went down her spine when she read those three words. “Its a date!”

NO! What was she thinking?! She was a taken woman! She loved Luke and would never cheat on him! They loved each other very much and would never cheat on each other! Right? She couldn’t deny the fact that it had crossed her mind recently that Luke was cheating. She had instantly dismissed the idea but now that she actually thought about it, all the signs were there. He wasn’t responding to her calls or texts, he had gotten furious when he saw her scrolling through his phone (she had only been looking for a picture she’d taken on his phone, why had he gotten so mad? Did he have something to hide?) and he stood her up on their Anniversary (without a phone call or a text message to say that he was busy or to wish her. Had he forgotten? Or did he just not care?). Was he cheating on her? He probably wasn't; she was just being paranoid now. She put her phone down and lay down on the bed, eventually falling asleep with these thoughts pushed to the back of her head.

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Signed, Sealed, Delivered | (1/?)

Title: Signed, Sealed, Delivered Summary:   Jan is in love with her French pen pal, Nicky. Her roommate, Crystal, is in love with her best friend, Gigi. A (perhaps ill-thought out) plan emerges: give Nicky a reason to visit by inviting her to Crystal and Gigi's wedding. With a month to pull the scheme together, no one knows how this will end up. Word Count: 2.8k (this chapter) Relationship(s): Sportsdoll (Jan Sport/Nicky Doll), Crygi (Crystal Methyd/Gigi Goode Rating: T (so far)

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“Mail call!” Crystal called out, even though it was only her and Jan in the apartment. She sorted the pile out between the two of them, ending up with two slightly messy stacks. “Looks like you got an international package!”

That brought Jan barreling out of her room, nearly slipping on the rug on her way in. She grabbed onto the counter to support herself, taking a gasp of air before standing upright. “Oh yay!” She grabbed the package with the enthusiasm of a kid on Christmas morning and took it back to her room along with the rest of her pile, not bothering to close the door behind her.

Crystal chuckled, looking over to see her cat perched on the couch, staring into Jan’s bedroom with something of a perplexed expression. “It’s nothing for you, Tic. But maybe she’ll let you play in the box,” she mused before her gaze drifted back to her pile of mail, sifting through what inevitably turned out to be nothing but junk. With nothing else of her immediate interest, she wandered into her roommate’s room, sitting on the bed while Jan was at her desk. “What’d you get?”

Jan carefully opened the box, gliding the box cutter down the tape seams so she didn’t have to rip and yank and risk tearing anything inside. She took the neatly folded letter out first, holding it to her face and taking a deep inhale. The scent of patchouli and vanilla wafted into her nose and made her smile. It was the smell she most associated with Nicky, every package and letter she sent came laced with the aroma of her perfume.

“Bonjour, mon petite poupée,” she started to read, ignoring the way Crystal started to laugh at her butchering of the French phrases. “I hope spring is as beautiful there as it is here. I have sent you a box of macarons—I enjoy them year-round, but my mother always loved to bake them the most this time of year. I wanted to send you some of hers, but hopefully bakery ones will suffice. I’d love it if you FaceTime or Skype me when you get them, I want to see your live reaction, and I sent you enough to share with Crystal, so be nice. Until then, câlins et bisous, Nicky.”

Jan smiled broadly as she finished reading the letter, noticing the lipstick kiss print that Nicky signed off every letter with, and gently set it aside. “Okay, it’s like nine at night where she is, she’ll still be up,” she said as she took the pastel box tied neatly with a white lace bow out of the package. “Oh look, this is so cute.” She took out another piece of paper where Nicky had hand-drawn each macaron and wrote the flavor next to it, making a color-coded guide. “Isn’t she so sweet and thoughtful?”

“She told you to share, so yes.” Crystal chuckled, running her hand through her hair to look presentable while Jan called Nicky on Skype.

Nicky answered the call right away. “Hi Jan! Hi Crystal!” She greeted them with energy even though she was dressed for bedtime, wearing a black tank top and white cotton shorts (the latter not being visible in the frame). Her hair was damp, air-drying, and draped over her desk chair. “Did you get my mail?”

Jan nodded, holding the box up for her to see. “Just did. Thank you so much, Nicks. That’s so sweet of you.”

“Of course, I’m still making my way through the gift basket you sent for my birthday. I have opinions on all the different Oreo flavors.” Nicky giggled. They had gotten into a discussion about all the different flavors of the cookie, and she had become obsessed with the idea of trying the variety. So, when her birthday rolled around, Jan had painstakingly arranged a cookie bouquet (along with a few other treats) with as many flavors as she could find.

In the year they’d been communicating, Nicky had both come to expect Jan to go the extra mile and would still be surprised every time. The university course that had brought them together through its pen pal program certainly didn’t require an exchange of presents, but it started with Jan not being to help herself and (unbeknownst to Nicky) progressed into an ever-present desire to impress her.

“We can get to that next, I’m really excited to try these. Which one is your favorite?” Jan asked as she took the bow off the box without untying it and opened it up. “Oooh, it still smells fresh-baked.”

Nicky grinned as she watched her, opening up a bottle of rosé and pouring herself a glass. “I am partial to the red velvet and the apricot.”

Jan licked her lips. “You know I love red velvet.” She plucked the deep red cookie from the box before handing it to Crystal, who was making grabby-hands at it. She waited for her friend to choose and set the box down on her desk. “On three.” She counted down, then took a bite. “Holy shit.” She covered her mouth, not wanting to talk with her mouth full. “Nicks, these are delicious. You’re gonna have to send these on the regular.”

Crystal was enjoying herself just as much. “Is there a word for like, food horny? You know, like it tastes so good, I’m kind of turned on?”

Nicky snorted and Jan looked down and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Just say you like it, Crystal.”

“I do,” she confirmed, then looked down at her phone. “Anyway, gotta go. Bye Nicky, thanks for the cookies!” She waved at the screen before darting right out of the room.

Jan chuckled, knowing exactly what propelled Crystal out of the room so quickly and shouted “Tell Gigi I said hi!” after her. Then she faced forward again, her attention effortlessly returned to Nicky. “Anyway, how have you been?” “No complainings,” Nicky hummed, aimlessly strumming her fingers against her glass. “Did you get around to listening to that study playlist I sent you?”

“Oh my god yeah, I forgot to say anything because I kept listening to it after I was done studying and fell asleep,” Jan admitted with a laugh. “You have impeccable taste.”

She twirled her slowly drying hair around her manicured finger. “Tell me something I do not know, darling.” She winked.

Jan’s breath hitched in her throat and she covered it with a cough. Nicky exuded a seductive beauty so effortlessly and it didn’t take much for Jan to get flustered. If their friendship wasn’t exclusively long distance, her crush would have been impossible for Nicky or anyone else to not pick up on. Hell, Crystal only knew because she had been aching for the release of gushing about her feelings and her roommate lent a willing ear. “Last time I did that, we ended up talking about juice boxes for an hour,” she retorted once her body had unclenched.

Nicky chuckled softly at the memory. It was so easy for them to go off on tangents about the smallest things. It was probably her favorite part of her conversations with Jan, everything flowed so easily, awkward silence simply didn’t exist between them. “That is true,” she conceded. “But I’ve got to go eat dinner. We’ll talk tomorrow, yes?”

“Go eat.” She never quite grasped how Nicky always ate dinner so late at night, but she had all but memorized her schedule by now. “Au revoir,” she cooed, just because she knew it would make her laugh, and waved as she ended the call.

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When Crystal got the text ‘come hang out, im done with class,’ she was out the door before she even sent ‘ok.’ Gigi was a junior while she and Jan were seniors, but all of them going to the same university had their schedules aligning relatively often. But she and Jan were living off-campus, so she didn’t want to waste any time on getting to her.

“Hey.” Gigi smiled, greeting her best friend with a hug. “Come on, we’re going on a coffee run,” she said, leading the way. Her direct nature was something Crystal had appreciated—she didn’t ask questions, she made statements, and it came off as harsh to some, but Crystal was terrible at making daily decisions, so she was happy to leave it in her hands.

“Sounds good. You should come over soon, Jan got these amazing French cookies from Nicky. I think she’ll let us steal some,” Crystal mused, linking their arms as they walked.

“Cool.” She nodded. “Has Jan told Nicky she’s in love with her yet?” It had come up in conversation in the past, leading to Crystal giving the entire backstory of Jan and Nicky’s relationship. Luckily, Jan hadn’t held it against her and could live with one more person knowing the truth.

Crystal laughed softly and shook her head. “Nope. But, you know, you can’t push someone to admit how they feel if they aren’t ready.” Her tone was a bit strained in the remark, looking straight ahead as she spoke.

But Gigi didn’t notice the shift in her voice anyway. “That’s stupid,” she said flatly. “They’re like, four thousand miles apart, what’s the worst that could happen?”

“Feelings are feelings.” She shrugged as they entered the café. Of course, she could relate to what Jan was going through, but as far as she was concerned, her situation was worse. A pen pal could be out of sight and out of mind, she reasoned. But having a crush on your best friend made day-to-day life excruciating. She was constantly torn between the desire to distance herself so her emotions didn’t overwhelm, and the powerful urge to spend as much time and be as physically close to Gigi as possible. Perhaps unsurprisingly, the latter would always win. “So, how’s your final project going?”

Gigi let out an exasperated groan. “God, I’m killing myself making a dress for the wedding I’ll never have,” she lamented. “I never want to see white lace again once I’m done with it.”

Crystal winced, averting her gaze. “You don’t think you’ll ever get married?”

“Not the takeaway here, Crys,” she rolled her eyes, but there was still fondness in her expression. “Listen, I’ve made it this far in life without a relationship, maybe that’s just my destiny. I’ll just be far too busy taking over the fashion industry to worry about it.”

It wasn’t a personal rejection, but it was painfully difficult for Crystal not to take it as one. Her heart ached and her chest felt heavy with a sudden sadness, coupled with her active efforts not to let it show. “No, yeah, I get it.”

Gigi rubbed her arm gently. “Don’t let my cynicism ruin that hopeless romantic in you. It gives me hope in this cold, dark world.” She looked into her eyes, silently offering the apology she was just a little too proud to verbalize.

Crystal lightened back up, though she was embarrassed that Gigi had such a hold on her emotions without even realizing it. “I’ll do my best.”

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Crystal returned to the apartment just as the sun was setting. Coffee had turned to dinner and time had just slipped away from her. But when she got inside, she went right over to knock on Jan’s door, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“Come in!”

“Jan, I had an idea!” Crystal let herself in and sat at the desk, as Jan was now in bed with her laptop.

Jan closed the laptop and set it aside. “I’m scared already,” she joked.

“No, no, no, I’m totally serious, and it’s a good idea,” Crystal insisted, shifting to sit cross-legged on the chair. “You and Nicky are like, a million miles apart and that really sucks, right?”

“Yes, thank you for reminding me.”

Crystal waved the comment off and continued. “So here’s the plan—you tell her there’s a big event that you’re going to this summer and you want her to come to visit. Dunno what the event would be, but we can worry about it later.”

The brunette tilted her head to the side. “Like graduation?”

“That’s not enough time. It has to be something that’ll happen in like, a month or something,” she explained. “But you guys will just be so excited to be together that you’ll forget about the event entirely, problem solved.”

Jan stared blankly at her friend, wondering if she had become delirious from too many all-nighters. But then she shrugged, what did she have to lose? “I’ll talk to her about it in the morning, then. It couldn’t hurt to bring up…”

“That’s the spirit!” Crystal clapped her hands together. “Let me know how it goes!” And with that, she left the room with a spring in her step.

And Jan did sleep on it, weighing out the pros and cons of creating an elaborate ruse just to get the girl she was pining after to travel overseas. It wasn’t that they hadn’t talked about visiting each other, but they could never ‘justify’ it, there was always something else they needed to focus on, or the finances just wouldn’t allow it (she wasn’t about to ask her parents to send her to France when they were already paying her bills). The more she thought about it, the more it seemed like a decent idea.

After breakfast and a shower, Jan called up Nicky on FaceTime. “Are you busy? I’ve gotta ask you something.”

“You have my undivided attention,” Nicky assured.

Jan smiled, sitting down on the couch. “So, I’ve got this big event coming up next month, and I know we haven’t been able to arrange a visit yet, but I think this would be the perfect opportunity. I really want to see you.”

Nicky tilted her head in curiosity. “I want to see you too. What is the event?”

“A wedding,” Jan answered confidently. She had decided that it would make perfect sense for the time of year.

“I love weddings.” Nicky’s face lit up. “Whose is it?”

Fuck. Why hadn’t she planned one step further? “It’s…” At that moment, she somehow forgot the name of everyone she had ever known for a brief moment, and she wanted to yell at Crystal for giving her this stupid idea in the first place and—

“Crystal and Gigi’s,” she blurted out.

Nicky knew Crystal had a romantic interest in Gigi just from passing conversations, but she had never quite pieced together the nature of their relationship. She was a little surprised at how serious it apparently was, but decided there was no need to question it. “Oh, good for them. I’ll have to double-check, but I think I will be able to be your plus one.”

Jan didn’t realize she had been holding her breath until she exhaled in relief. “Great! I’m so excited, I’m sure Crystal will be thrilled to hear it.”

“Send her my good wishes, I have to get to class, though,” Nicky replied, exchanging goodbyes before the call ended.

“What am I gonna be thrilled to hear?” Crystal asked as she tossed her bag into her bedroom. The door was always left open so TicTac could go in and out as he pleased. She had just returned from class, dried paint splotches still staining her fingers and palms.

Jan’s face froze. Yet another issue she had not accounted for. “Nicky is going to come visit.”

Crystal beamed triumphantly, getting ready to rub her brilliance in the other girl’s face. “See? I told you it—”

“She’s visiting for your and Gigi’s wedding.”

She blinked, looking at her incredulously. “Mine and Gigi’s what now?”

“Look, I panicked, it was the only thing I could think of. And this was your idea anyway, so if I’m going down, you’re coming to hell with me,” Jan got up as she spoke, pacing around the room as she desperately tried to figure out what to do next. “Just go with it, please.”

It had taken another moment for Crystal to fully process the information. How was she supposed to tell Gigi? What was she going to do if she couldn’t get her on board? But she didn’t want to compound Jan’s panic and make everything worse. “Well, Gigi does have a wedding dress in the works…” She looked over at her friend who was still on the verge of an anxiety attack and rushed to her side, wrapping her arms around her. “Listen, we’ll make this work. I don’t know how, but we will, I promise.”

Jan took a few deep breaths, allowing herself to be calmed down. She hugged Crystal tightly, hiding her face against her shoulder. “Where do we go from here?” Her voice couldn’t reach above a whisper.

Crystal chewed her lip as she rubbed Jan’s back. “I guess first thing's first—I have to tell Gigi we’re getting married.”

[ambootyos]

Deception Pt. 1

Is There A Rule Book?

Adam x Reader x Finn

Plot-No strings attached always gets messy when new people get involved

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Warnings- language and sexual themes

A/N: I’m back! *return of the Mack plays*

“Y/N, come on. It’s been three years, if he’s not calling you his girlfriend by now, he’s never gonna.” Kyle sighs, Bobby nodding silently in agreement.

Roderick cocks his head.

“This is why you should’ve just hooked up with me, I’d have married you by now.” He teases.

I love these guys, I truly do, but they never could understand that my ‘love life’ was my concern, and my concern only.

“It’s called a fling for a reason.” I reply, trying once again to steer them straight and make it very clear that it’s not up for discussion.

“For three years?” Bobby judges. “Three years is not a fling.”

“I know this is Adam we’re talking about, but at some point you guys are just gonna have to use the word ‘dating’ and get the fuck over yourselves.” Kyle chuckles.

That’s the thing, did he know who we were talking about? Did he truly understand it? Adam wasn’t exactly who I saw fathering my future children. He was hot, and we’d known each other for a long time. It was exactly what we needed it to be.

“Can you guys just stay out of it? Like for once?” I huff.

Kyle rolled his eyes, and Bobby shrugged me off. Roderick never really gave a shit, and was more or less just talking about it to get under my skin, so his reaction was a sly smirk of satisfaction.

“Let’s just, talk about work, mkay?” I suggest, rubbing my forehead.

“So Finn being back is odd, right?” Roderick states.

The group nods in agreement.

“I’m glad to have him, but yes, it’s odd to see him in our neck of the woods.” Bobby replies.

Finn was a nice change of scenery in my opinion. New competition, new storylines to be had, etc. However, Finn was different. We’d never really interacted. Not personally. Sure he’d had his moments with Adam, or with the other Undisputed Era guys, but I didn’t play any part in that. I didn’t know Finn from atom, and it wasn’t like he was dying to meet me either, so I just thought it best to steer clear.

“Y/N, what do you think?” Kyle asks pulling me from thought.

“I think he’s good for the brand.” I shrug, nothing else to say but that.

We carried on without conversation a while longer before they left to do media, or whatever else. Adam was busy resting up from the long week he’d had that ended at Survivor Series, which left me as a party of one, to drink alone at the bar for who could say how long.

“Well, it’s good ‘ta see a familiar face.”

I heard a voice I recognized say I glanced over to see the talk of the brand himself, Finn Balor, sitting not too far away from me. I smiled, and took his hello as an invitation to sit next to him, though maybe it wasn’t, because he seemed confused by it. He didn’t say anything about it though so it didn’t bother him too much.

“Y/N, right?” He asks, his face expressionless.

I nod.

“Yep, that’s me.” I shrug in response, before sitting my drink and phone on the bar close to his.

“How’s ‘ya boyfriend? He ‘ad a pretty rough week.”

It takes me a few seconds to realize he means Adam, and I breathe a laugh, it seems I can’t escape the assumption me and Adam are more than what we say we are.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” I explain, ignoring the question. He cocks his brow.

“Oh?” He starts. “So ‘yer single ‘ven?” He asks.

I clear my throat, and tuck my hair behind my ear.

“Well..not exactly..we have a thing..we’re just not exclusive.”

He tilts his head, and gives me a cocky smirk, that tells me he either doesn’t believe me when I say we aren’t ‘exclusive’ or that he wouldn’t care if we were.

“So..single.” He states, not asking me this time, just declaring it to see if I’ll argue. I don’t. I am technically single. Though, I didn’t really want another fling with someone else either. I didn’t want my workplace getting too complicated.

“So, Adam, hm?” He chuckles.

“What’s funny?”

He shrugs.

“I coulda seen ‘ya dating ‘im. But, he doesn’t seem fuck buddy material.”

I can’t help but chuckle.

“And, why is that?”

“I dunno. He seems too..childish? Like I can’t imagine ‘im being any fun in bed. He seems too focused on making ‘imself look good.”

“He’s plenty fun.”

“Plenty?” He questions. “Are ‘ya suggesting there’s more fun ‘ta be ‘ad?”

I clear my throat and roll my eyes.

“Why? You have someone in mind?” I mock.

His smirk grows, and he looks me up and down, before biting his bottom lip.

“I might.” He flirts.

I feel heat creep up my face onto my cheeks, and I swallow the lump in my throat.

“Um..oh..I didn’t realize you wanted-”

He cuts me off.

“I said, might. I gotta know ‘wha ‘yer up for first.” He teases. “So, if ‘ya are interested,” He starts, before scribbling something on a piece of paper, and sliding it to me. “‘Dat’s my ‘numba.”

“Putting it off for another time?” I question, puzzled as to why he only made an agreement to make a move in the future and not just doing it now. He chuckled, and gave me a look that almost felt like a judgement.

“Darling, ‘ya aren’t ready ‘fer ‘wha I can do ‘ta you.” He winked, before taking his leave.

I cleared my throat and swallowed. I felt a strange sense of anxiety walking hand in hand with excitement. I didn’t know what to think about Finn’s offer outta nowhere. It was tempting. But would it be okay?

I know it’s not cheating. But, is it still wrong? Adam is my friend, and even if this is just sex is it wrong to have sex with someone else we work with? Isn’t it at least weird?

Who could I even talk to about this? Roderick never had solid advice, and certainly not Kyle or Bobby. They’d act like my cocerns for what might be considered an ‘unspoken rule’ is just repressed feelings for Adam. Or, they’d get mad at me for asking them because they-for some dumbass reason-probably think it’d hurt Adam’s feelings.

Would it?

It’s not like he and Finn were besties, but they didn’t hate each other. Was there any clear reason he’d be upset? One that doesn’t exist only in Kyle’s head, of course.

I pushed it from my mind for the time being. I decided it was best to just go to my hotel and sleep away the thoughts I had.

I didn’t hear from the guys again that night, so I was able to sleep peacefully, though, Finn’s smirk when he said I wasn’t ready, was still fresh in memory.

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The next day, I sped through my morning routine. Shower, hair up in a bun, little to no makeup, jeans and a t-shirt, and out the door to meet my friends at the arena.

Adam seemed to be in a better mood now that he’d had some, even if it was just a few days of it, healing time.

He smiled when he saw me.

“Good to see you’re alive, since you didn’t answer any of my texts last night.” He teased.

“Well Adam, to be fair, you can only answer that ‘u up?’ text so many times before it gets old.” Roderick chuckles earning an eye roll from Adam.

I cock my brow.

“You didn’t text me..” I trail off.

“Yeah I did! Like twenty times!”

I take my phone out of my pocket and realize it isn’t mine, meaning it must be Finn’s.

“Shit! I grabbed the wrong phone at the bar last night.” I facepalm. “Excuse me.” I walk out of ear shot almost like I have to hide who’s phone it is. I call my own number, only to hear it ring from down the hall.

Finn, shows me that he has it with a goofy smile on his face as he hands it back to me.

“For a not-boyfriend, pretty boy seems ‘ta blow ‘yer phone up a lot.” He says, not giving me a chance to grab my phone myself as he slides it into the back pocket of my jeans, letting his hand linger, for a second longer than he should.

My back stiffens, and he cocks his head, and hums like he’s making an assumption.

“Still not ready ‘fer me.” He shrugs. “Dat’s okay. I can wait..” He flirts.

I feel like he’s challenging me in a way, and it makes me wanna prove him wrong. He goes to take his phone and I pull it back causing him to raise his brows, and await what I’m gonna do next. I grab his belt loop and pull him closer, before using my other hand to put his phone in the waistline of the front of his jeans, and smiling up at him.

“Don’t wait too long.” I wink, causing him to bite his lip. I give him a devilish grin before walking away. Back to my friends. I feel the blush creep onto my cheeks, as my thoughts tell me I should’ve kissed him, or let my hands travel even further.

The guys are talking about something, I’m paying no mind to.

“This is what happens when you don’t answer your phone!” Roderick teases, pulling me into the conversation I was too distracted to of heard any of. Now I feel guilty for being elsewhere, like I’ve let Finn overshadow my friends, overshadow Adam.

“Huh?” I question, hoping they’ll repeat it without asking me what my thoughts were consumed with seconds earlier.

“He hooked up.” Kyle states rolling his eyes.

“Oh!” I reply, a little surprised by it.

Don’t get me wrong, Adam was allowed to fuck whoever he wanted, but since me and him started sleeping together, we barely slept around at all.

“I didn’t know you weren’t getting my texts or I would’ve just went and saw you. I thought you were asleep.” He explains, like he needs to justify it.

Kyle clears his throat.

“Why would she care? She’s not your girlfriend.” He says, waiting for my reaction.

I roll my eyes at him, something Adam doesn’t see because Kyle never bothers him with his ‘big brother bullshit’ talk.

“I didn’t think she’d care. But it would’ve been easier to see her, so I’m just trying to give her shit for grabbing someone else’s phone.” He laughs.

Like I assumed. We were nothing. So why the hell was I so worried about Finn? There aren’t any rules if you’re nothing but friends.

Kyle still has an ‘I told you so’ aura wrapped around him. Gosh, I just wanna fucking scream at him I was with someone else too.

“Sorry! I was busy, stealing some hot guys phone by accident.” I say, pretending to be embarrassed.

“Ooh, phone guy is hot?” Adam chuckles, while Kyle furrows his brows, still unconvinced as if he ever would be anyway. I shrug with a smile.

“Devilishly.”

[horansqueen]

AM Conversations : chapter 42

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28 || CHAPTER 29 || CHAPTER 30 || CHAPTER 31 || CHAPTER 32 || CHAPTER 33 || CHAPTER 34 || CHAPTER 35 || CHAPTER 36 || CHAPTER 37 || CHAPTER 38 || CHAPTER 39 || CHAPTER 40 || CHAPTER 41

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

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- you can send me questions and theories and comments. tbh they all make me SO SO SO SOOOO HAPPY! and make me want to write more! you can also tell me if there are things you WANT to happen. you never know, i may add it :P

- note for this chapter: not that many things happened but i hope you enjoy it anyway. yes, i did use the ‘tank’ tweet without any shame lmao! also, i know Louis and Eleanor broke up wayyy before that time, but it worked for the story so thats why i wrote it there.

 i want to add as many requests as i can in the next few chapters so expect a lot of fluff and smut. my goal is to post chapter 43 on sunday night sooo i hope i have enough time to finish it!

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Chapter 42 : His chapter

NIALL

No matter how hard I tried to fall asleep on the flight back home, it wouldn't work. The seat felt uncomfortable and for some reason I couldn't understand, I felt slightly nervous. I was scared to see her, scared that she changed, scared that she thought I had changed... and at the same time, i couldn't wait to hold her, smell her, kiss her... It was early and I knew she was probably still going to be asleep when I’d come back home and all I wanted was to slither under the covers and cuddle her naked body. I missed home and I missed her and somehow, I felt like both were connected... or just synonyms.

I didn't say a word from the whole flight and when we landed, I suddenly felt extremely tired. I grabbed my backpack and walked slowly out but when I noticed her, all the tiredness inside my body suddenly left.

"Liv?" I whispered to myself with a frown.

She was not supposed to be there, she was supposed to wait for me home, but our eyes met and I realized I wanted her to be there, I needed her to be there, and she was. I dropped my backpack on the floor with a loud thud and walked quickly to her as she did the same. My heart twisted in my chest and I bent down slightly to wrap my arms on her waist and picked her up, twirling us once before putting her back down. She laughed and shook her head when our eyes met again, licking her lips. She was smiling and I was pretty sure her grin was as big as mine.

"You shouldn't pick me up." she murmured so only I could hear.

"Why?"

I frowned again but with a smile on my lips, this time.

"I'm too heavy for you."

My smile fell and I stared at her for a few seconds, raising my eyebrows and letting my hands slide from her shoulders to her arms.

"First off, you're not heavy." I pointed out, my eyes roaming on her face as I squeezed her hands gently. "And also..." I shrugged and scoffed jokingly, closing my eyes for a second before looking back at her. "I'm a strong man. An absolute tank."

She started laughing and it made me smile. I didn't realize how much I missed her laugh, her face, the warmth of her body. Why did I leave again? I couldn't seem to find a good reason.

"Oh yea, you definitely are." she replied low, nodding a bit.

"I fucking missed you, Olivia." I just admitted, ignoring her last comment. "You talked about locking ourselves home for a few days? Let's do it."

She chuckled this time but didn't answer, shaking her head but still staring at me. I let go of her wrists and brought both my hands on her cheeks to cup her face. Her eyes moved quickly on mine and dropped to my mouth before looking up again. Her lips parted and I bent down but just as I was about to kiss her, I heard her whisper.

"No PDA remember?"

My hands pressed more on her cheeks and she remained totally motionless until I shook my head too.

"Fuck that."

When my lips crushed on hers, I shut my eyes tight as something seemed to stir in my stomach. We remained motionless for a while, our mouths pressed together, and I finally deepened the kiss gently, trying to feel everything possible and impossible to feel in the moment.

"I love you so much, Nee." she whispered, making my lips curl a bit. "I'm sorry if pictures of this appear online tomorrow."

She took a step closer and grabbed my shirt with both hands, making the kiss grow intensely. My heartbeats accelerated when she whimpered in my mouth and my hands slid a bit further behind her head to finally grip her hair.

"I really don't give a fuck right now." I whispered back, allowing my lips to leave hers briefly. "I'll worry about that tomorrow."

She chuckled in my mouth and after a while, I opened my eyes again and brought her closer, wrapping my arms around her head and leaning my cheek on the top of it. I knew we should leave but I just wanted to keep her in my arms, close to me. We had been separated for six weeks and I was ready to hold her against me for as long as I had been gone. It's only when I felt a hand on my shoulder that I remembered where we were. The sounds and voices around me became suddenly clearer and I blinked a few times, loosening my embrace around my girlfriend.

"I'll text you." Willie said in a low before i nodded and smiled at Deo.

I watched them leave and sighed low, moving slightly away and looking down at Liv, just noticing she was still wearing my sweater. It made me smile and I chuckled low.

"Come on, let's go home and put this hoodie in the washing machine." I proposed, reaching for her hand and intertwining our fingers before pulling her with me. "You don't need it anymore, i'm back. And i'm not leaving again."

I watched her drive and was surprised that she didn't put her music on. She normally makes it play so loud that we can't have a discussion but instead, we were surrounded by a light and comfortable silent. We were almost home when she pulled on the side of the road, making me frown but I didn't say anything. I was surprised to see her completely break down when she parked and my heart jumped in my chest at the sight of my girlfriend, her head and arms leaning on the wheel while she sobbed so hard her shoulders were moving.

"Hey... hey, what's wrong?"

I quickly undid my seat belt and moved closer to her, pulling her against me as I tried to undo her seat belt too to get her as close as I could to me. She buried her face in my shirt and this time, I leaned my chin on her head.

"I'm here, don't worry, everything will be okay." I breathed out, squeezing her tighter. "You're okay."

I was not sure why she was crying but being reunited again seemed to affect both of us. I knew we hadn't been separated for a long time, and I also knew it was not the first time we were apart, but now that we were dating, we seemed to see things a bit differently and being so far from each other was something harder to accept.

"I'm not leaving again, okay?" I just added, kissing the top of her head. "Not without you."

She chuckled between two sobs and pulled away from me. I searched for her eyes and felt my heart twist when I saw the tears on her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me." she apologized, shaking her head and avoiding my gaze.

She was about to wipe her tears but I reached for her face and ran my thumbs under her eyes to do it myself. Her cheeks were red and it made me think she probably didn't sleep much the night before.

"Do you want me to drive?"

She nodded slowly and I got out of the car, walking around it quickly just as she got out of it and once again, I took her in my arms. I felt her arms slither around me and her hands grip the back of my shirt. I didn't say anything, I just waited until she let go of me and when were both ready, I started the car again and drove in silence, reaching for her hand as often as I could and squeezing her fingers gently.

I left my bag in the lobby when I walked in and followed her to our room. I was surprised to see her take her hoodie off only to notice she was not wearing anything under it and when she pulled her sweatpants down, I also realized she went commando. I wanted to point it out to her and joke about it but instead, I swallowed hard and watched her get under the covers. Quickly, I took my clothes off too and joined her in bed, pulling her close to me. I felt her relax in my arms and when her lips brushed on my neck, I closed my eyes.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. "I didn't think it would be so tough on you. I don't want to make you cry, I don't want to make you sad. I'm sorry, petal."

I waited a few minutes to hear her answer but surprisingly, she didn't say anything. I pulled away and searched for her eyes, frowning when we made eye contact. I could read sadness on her face and I pressed my lips together. She brought one of her hands on my cheek and my first thought was that I really needed to shave. I knew she wanted to say something and she normally doesn't stop herself from talking but this time, I felt her hesitate and it stressed me.

"Talk to me." I proposed in a whisper. "You know you can tell me anything."

She blinked a few times and closed her eyes for a while before sighing and looking back at me. Her hand slid from my face to my chest and she licked her lips, swallowing hard. I knew it was tough for her and the longer it took, the more nervous I was becoming.

"We didn't talk about it yet and.. I didn't want to ruin your trip or make this about me, but I have to know, Niall." Her facial expression changed and it was painful to see. "Who's the girl your cousin was talking about, did you... did you cheat on me?"

My eyes roamed on her face as my heart broke and I could clearly see she was holding back her tears again. Did she spend three weeks thinking about that? Did she keep that inside just for me? Just to make sure I'd live my trip plenty, disregarding her own feelings?

"I didn't cheat on you." I replied seriously, staring in her eyes. "I met a bunch of incredible people and yea, I met a few girls but..." Her face changed again and I let my fingers sink in the skin of her waist. "Hey, I didn't do anything, we just... talked."

Once again, we stared at each other and she didn't talk. I tried to decipher her expressions without much success. I desperately wanted to know what she thought and how she felt but I ended up just shaking my head slightly.

"Are you mad?"

"No." she replied after licking her lips. "That would be hypocrite of me."

I frowned a bit and pulled her a bit closer.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh nothing, just that you asked Louis to check on me and apparently we get along good and... i've spent most of my time with him and we talked a lot." she explained, shrugging a shoulder. "I can't really be mad at you for talking with other girls, I guess."

I wanted to reassure her again and tell her that she was the only one for me but instead, I frowned.

"Only Louis? He didn't bring Eleanor?"

Her traits softened and she sent me a sad smile.

"They broke up."

The surprise was so strong I felt slightly dizzy.

"What? When?"

"A few days before you left." she told me with an other shrug. "He didn't want to bother you with that, but we talked a lot and even if he's clearly not over her, he feels better."

I didn't want to be jealous and if I wanted to be honest with myself, I couldn't remember the last time I was really jealous when it came to a girl and assumed it. I normally didn't focus or bother with things like that but at this exact moment, I was a bit mad at one of my best mates for the time he got to spend with my girlfriend even if it was my fault for leaving and even if i had asked him to check on her. I wanted to ask her if something happened between them but I just swallowed my question and nodded slowly.

"Is there anything else you want to ask me?"

Her lips curled into a fond smile and she shook her head.

Are we okay?"

"I trust you." she whispered, her hand brushing on my skin, stopping in the middle of my back. "We're fine."

                                                     ---

I felt her nervous next to me as we waited for our friends to come over. We had spent a few days only us, locked in the house, sharing our time between sleeping, making love, watching tv and eating, but we both knew it was time to go back to reality.

Julie and Liam were the first ones to arrive, bringing a bottle of wine that we immediately started. For some weird reason, we were both stressed to interact with Harry again, and I was not sure why. I never really found out how and why Liv and him broke up and I knew I never apologized for throwing a tantrum on that day Olivia admitted her feelings to me. I should have known back then that my anger to see them together proved that I had romantic feelings for her but I was blind and Harry hadn't deserved to pay the price for that.

I finished my glass as soon as the doorbell rang again and was surprised to see both Louis and Harry waiting behind it. I sent them a small smile and moved away to let them in but I stopped Harry as he was going to the living room.

"Look, mate." I said with a sigh, putting both my hands in my pockets. "I never got to apologize for yelling at you back at Liv's a few weeks ago. It was wrong of me. She never told me why you two broke up and when I saw you guys together again... i don't know, but i'm sorry."

He listened carefully, nodding gently, and when I was done, I saw a small smile spread on his lips.

"She never told you?" he asked, his smile growing. "We broke up because I knew she loved you and I told her. I've always known, I just tried to ignore it for a while but it was getting harder with time and around the end, it was just impossible. It's okay, i'm alright, I'm seeing someone right now, and i'm happy for both of you."

I stared at him, a bit shocked by his words even though I knew it made perfect sense. I didn't want to lose my friend, and knowing he wasn't mad at us was a relief, even if it felt a bit selfish of me.

"Thanks, i'm happy for you too."

I took my hands out of my pockets to hug him just as I noticed Olivia coming out of the kitchen from the corner of my eyes. She squealed and threw herself in Louis' arms and I pulled away from Harry to look at them interact. I knew I was not going to be fond of their friendship but I didn't know just how tough it would be. I watched as they hugged and when he brought his hand on one of her cheeks to bring her to him and kiss her other cheek, I held my breath. This horrible feeling started spreading inside me like poison in my veins and I hated myself for letting it get to me.

"They got closer in the past weeks." Harry explained as I kept staring at my girlfriend. "Poor Louis, it sucks for him and El, she really was the love of his life."

"Apparently, he found comfort in the love of my life." I let out with a groan, pushing my hands back in my pockets.

"Wow."

I turned to Harry before glancing back at Louis and Liv.

"What?"

"Are you fuckin' jealous?" Harry chuckled, his lips parted and his eyebrows raised in surprise. "Never thought i'd see that in my life."

"I'm not jealous, I mean," I shrugged. "They're just friends."

"Yea your head knows that but your heart's fighting that conclusion, isn't it?" Harry added, making me grimace. "And you tell yourself that you and Liv were only friends at first, too."

My face twisted in a bigger grimace and I closed my eyes.

"Thanks, Harry, hadn't thought about that."

"Look, she's not doing anything wrong. You left for almost two months and she trusted you. You're constantly surrounded by attractive women, so now you know how hard it must be for her."

I turned to him and frowned a bit, my lips forming a smile.

"Did you become the little angel on my shoulder or something?" I asked, making him chuckle.

"All I'm saying is, you may want to think about that next time a girl flirts with you." he pointed out, taking a step closer to me. "But i'm gonna tell you one thing I know... Olivia would never cheat on you, she's totally in love with you. The first time we had sex, I woke up in the middle of the night and she was whispering your name."

I turned my head his way so fast that I thought I had broken something. His confession made my heart skip a bit and I frowned again.

"She didn't tell you about that either?" he wondered as I shook my head. "Yea, I told her about it but I can understand why she didn't mention it. I just said that to make you realize that it's always been you. And that?" he pointed to Louis and Liv with his chin. "That is not gonna change the feelings she has for you."

I turned again to look at my girlfriend with Louis' arm around her shoulders. He was holding his glass up, making the three others laugh, and Liv leaned her head on his shoulder.

"I hope you're right."

                                                 ---

I tried to ignore the jealousy inside me for the rest of the night and it was getting easier with time, especially when Olivia would come to kiss me, put her hand on my thigh or just randomly cuddle me. I never enjoyed to show affection much in front of people but I was starting to like it with her.

"Okay guys, let's take a selfie!" I shouted after a few drinks.

We all got up and I held Liv closer to me as I tried to get everyone in the picture and finally posted it online with a short caption. We all sat back on the couch or the floor and Louis came back with a few more beers and an other glass of wine for my girlfriend.

"So Neil, how was your trip?"

"Incredible." I let out before relating a few stories.

We all laughed and when the discussion drifted to something else, I started thinking about the girl I had lusted for half a second. I felt a hand squeeze mine and turned around, my eyes meeting Liv's and my heart skipping a beat but I licked my lips and forced a smile. It scared me to think she may have felt the same thing for someone else, even if I knew it wouldn't mean anything. It didn't mean we weren't meant to be, did it? The truth was, I had always thought Louis and Eleanor were the most stable, real and strong couple in the world and now they were over. What did it mean for Olivia and I? Was it something we would inevitably have to go through? Would we both lust other people and end up falling for someone else after a while? Could we even survive the next few years as a couple? After all, we were young and I planned to keep on doing music. I wanted to record albums, go on tour and live my life to the fullest... I didn't even know if she was ready to follow me through all that.

"Niall, hey, are you okay?"

I blinked a few times and grabbed her other hand, moving my upper body closer to hers and pecking her lips.

"Yea, I'm good, just tired."

"Do you want an other beer?"

I sent her a fond smile and nodded slowly. "Thank you petal."

Her hand reached for my cheek and I felt her thumb caress my stubble gently for a few seconds before she got up and left. My eyes followed her until she was out of sight and I sighed a bit too loud, leaning back against the couch. It's only after about 10 minutes that I realized she was not coming back. I got up to see if she was okay and found her sitting on the kitchen's counter, her eyes glued to her cellphone. As I got closer, I realized she was crying and I frowned, walking quickly to her and putting my hands on her thighs.

"Love, why are you crying?"

Her eyes met mine and my heart broke. I loved this girl and i didn't know why but sometimes, it just hit me so bad that I could feel my whole body throb.

"They all hate me." she breathed out, making me frown again.

Slowly, I took her phone from her hand and looked at the screen. She was looking at the picture I had posted a few hours ago on instagram, probably due to the notifications she received, and I scrolled down to read a few comments. They were all talking about her sketchy relationship with Louis and how close they had seemed to be during my absence. The number of insults about her were unbelievable and rude and my lips parted as I read people calling her a 'cheater', 'fame thirsty', and things even more horrible.

I shook my head and put her phone away on the counter, pulling her closer to me and searching for her eyes.

"Hey, Olivia look at me." I asked in a murmur. "Please, honey, look at me."

The love name made her look up and I licked my lips.

"You are none of these things they call you, they don't know shit about you, and I trust you." I expressed slowly, keeping eye contact. "Don't let them make you cry, don't let them ruin your day."

I didn't want to tell her it would always be like that and that it'd be worse now that we were dating. I didn't want to tell how cruel some people had been online to girls around me. I didn't want to risk losing her over it and I wanted to protect her.

"Olivia, i'm so fucking in love with you."

Her face changed but I kept staring at her and although I knew my last words had nothing to do with what she was going through, I felt her body relax a bit and let out a low sigh of relief. Slowly, she got off the counter and I took a step back to give her space. She tilted her head, staring at me with her lips parted, and grabbed my shirt, pulling me closer gently.

"Say it again."

My lips curled with amusement and I chuckled.

"I'm so fucking in love with you." I repeated slightly louder. "You're the love of my life."

"One more time." she asked, this time making me laugh.

"I am so fucking in love with you, petal. And you're the love of my life."

If she wanted to hear it all night, i'd repeat it all night, as long as it would help keep that smile on her face. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer as she moved her chin up to keep looking at me.

"Tell me every day." she whispered more seriously.

I let my eyes roam on her face, my amused smile turning into a fond and loving one.

"I promise."

[sevngmin]

dreams of dreams

synopsis: what happens when two broke college students live together, out of their own will?

a/n: a spinoff from @changbeanie ‘s hyunjin au, do give it a read<3 also, this took quite a while as i had school too,,, rip

genre: fluff, lowkey enemies-to-lovers!au but not rlly, college!au based off The Last Summer on Netflix

listen to: Bloom-Troye Sivan

member: jisung

word count: 3,554

[0830]

College.

You were prepared for the monotonous lecturers, back-to-back assignment deadlines and dreaded 9am classes. Even better, your best friend introduced you(or rather, helped you to find) an apartment right beside hers and a cute roommate. Everything seemed so well planned out. You were a broke media and communications major, and you basically blew almost all of your life savings on the latest MacBook Pro your school made you buy before you started the school term.

Luckily, your parents offered to pay your school fees and rent, on top of giving you a weekly allowance. You couldn’t ask for more, in fact, you had more than what you asked for. You were grateful, to say the least.

However, you wished you had more patience for untidy people, especially your roommate, Han Jisung.

You didn’t expect much from Jisung, in fact, you did not even expect anything from a friend of a friend. You thought he was just a shy, cute, introverted music production major that would at least, have the courtesy to clean up his dirty clothes strewn on the floor for whatever reason.

You weren’t that much of a clean freak, to be honest. You yourself wasn’t the cleanest of people but you’d at least clean up once every 2 days or so.

Jisung... not really.

You have lived with him for about 2 months or so and became good friends with him. You would be damned, Jisung was almost the embodiment of boyfriend, kind eyes, soft, plump lips, not very tall but still tall enough to tower over you, a good sense of humour, good at his major, probably enough life savings to last him till the workforce, and more traits you couldn’t think of because he was that perfect.

Almost, you would stress. Because of his untidiness, which was the cause of 80% of the accidents you encountered ever since you moved into the apartment with him. You have screeched at the boy countless times for his untidiness, which, your friend had warned you about but didn’t take into consideration as you had more than what you can ask for.

You really didn’t expect Jisung to be that messy.

“Han Jisung!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, as you picked up the what seemed like the 5th article of clothing that wasn’t yours.

“Ah, so there it was!” Jisung’s face lightened up as he saw the t-shirt you were holding, only to be disappointed when you tossed it into the laundry basket before he could even reach for it.

“You have no idea,” You seethed, “How many times I nearly fell to my death because of your clothes, Han Jisung.”

“I told you I’ll clean it up!” Jisung argued, now picking up his own clothes, “It wasn’t that long anyway.” 

You sighed in exasperation, pinching your nose bridge, “Yeah, a week wasn’t that long for me to fall on my butt countless times.”

“Then why are you wearing my clothes?” Jisung retorted, pointing at the dark purple hoodie that was indeed, way too oversized for your petite figure.

Your face reddens, then you cleared your throat, “I might have stolen it but-- that’s not the point! You should clean up like, once every two days or something.”

“I’m busy!”

“So am I!”

“I’ll treat you to fried dumplings later.” Jisung proposed, which made your eyes light up with excitement.

“At the one near our school?” You nearly drooled at the thought of your favourite fried dumplings, blinking your eyes.

“Yes, now eat your breakfast, we’re almost late.” Jisung pushed you to the breakfast table which had two bowls of cereal, ready to eat.

You could never get angry at Jisung for long, especially when he knew the way to forgiveness was through your stomach.

[1630]

you: hey

messy brat: what’s up

messy brat: i swear if you ditch on us again im not buying you food anymore

you: yeah but this time i really have a project to complete,,, like actually

messy brat: what project is it

you: come over to the video editing studio then

messy brat: aight

“Thanks for helping me out,” you thanked  Hyunjin as you took off your headphones, hanging them on the video camera, “media and communications isn’t that fun after all, huh.”

“You learn a little bit of everything so I guess that would be helpful in the future,” Hyunjin smoothened out his shirt, slouching into the seat, “I guess that’s a more stable future than dancing.”

Just then, the heavy door of the video editing room opened, revealing a lethargic Jisung, auburn hair messily covered with a bucket hat, airpods snugly stuck into his ears. Today was one of the days he decided to dress up, with a white button up short sleeved shirt and black bermudas. You have seen this many times; in the apartment where he would lazily throw off his shoes somewhere in the nirvana of the shoe closet, then plopping himself face-first on the sofa. Then you would nag at him to shower before he falls asleep on the couch and then forgets to do his assignments. But he always manages to hustle his work right before class starts and get an A. You didn’t know how, but he still does.

Weirdly, today your heart raced fast, aching a little at the sight of your tired roommate. He must’ve sat through a 3-hour lecture which he had absolutely no interest in, and then rush over to you, looking forward to eating dumplings but instead ending up at the most desolate end of the campus.

“That was fast,” You noted, ignoring your racing heart, “and yeah, I’m doing some video thing for my project.”

“Hey,” Jisung greeted Hyunjin, who suspiciously eyed the both of you but left the studio quietly, “When is it due?”

“Next week,” You sighed as you leaned onto the creaky revolving chair your school never replaced at the editing station, “I even have to use two software for this. Premiere Pro and ProTools. Premiere Pro is fine but ProTools’ such a pain, like, I accidentally keep deleting parts that I need, then record them again.”

Jisung took his seat beside you on another creaky revolving chair, then with a few clicks of the mouse, your audio track was in one beautiful piece, running smoothly with no awkward cuts or dead air.

“H-how...” You scratched your head, still in awe of how Jisung could get your job done in supposedly 3 minutes when you couldn’t even get it properly done in 3 hours.

“ProTools can be pretty intimidating if you’re not using it regularly,” Jisung explains, helping you add in more of the audio tracks that you were going to get to, “Once you get the hang of it, it’s almost like your best friend.”

You nodded mindlessly, only registering half of whatever Jisung was saying. You just didn’t get it, some people are naturally talented, cute, good talkers, or all of them. Jisung was one of them, (annoyingly)talented at seemingly everything he touches. You shook your head, getting those thoughts out of your head. Crushing on your roommate was not going to do you any good, in fact, it will only make it more awkward when both of you practically live in the same space. 

“I kinda need an intro, outro and background song for the video...” You bit your lip, “Could you help me with that?”

“I do have a few tracks I made when I was bored, but I need to make one more suitable one for your background music.” Jisung tapped his chin, slightly immersing himself in his thoughts, “Give me two days, tops. I’ll bring it over here and help you edit it in.”

“Really?” You really didn’t expect Jisung to help, sending him a sincere smile, “Thanks Jisung, it means a lot.”

“Woah, where did the dorm y/n go?” Jisung joked, raising his eyebrows, “You’re really different when you’re in school.”

“That’s only because you don’t clean up.” You stuck your tongue out, walking over to the video recorder. “I need you in my interview too. You’re the one person I need to complete the video and I’m good to edit the whole thing.”

“Don’t forget to thank me when you get a 4.0 on this module,” Jisung nudged you playfully, taking his seat behind the camera. “I’m ready.”

“Ready, 3, 2, 1, action!”

Hello Jisung, thank you for agreeing to this interview. For the viewers of this programme, can you introduce yourself briefly?

Hello, I am Han Jisung, a music production major.

So Jisung, have you had any childhood crushes?

I did, there was this girl who was my partner in kindergarten and we would always sit together at lunch. We would hold hands and make our way to the canteen, and play with toys together during playtime. I never saw her again after kindergarten though, we went to different schools after that.

Have you dated before?

Yes, I have, but it was only with 1-2 girls. We barely dated for a week and then we broke up. Our interests didn’t align I guess. I studied pretty hard back in high school to be a music production major in this college, hence I had no time to date around or develop a crush on anyone at that point in time. So far in college, I haven’t dated though.

Do you have a crush right now? If so, do describe her briefly.

I do. She’s nice, pretty and caring. She’s also very hard working and very driven. Sometimes she does tell me off too much but that’s for my own good so I can’t really fault her with that. She’s also good at her major, even though sometimes she stresses herself out too much over it. I wished she feels the same though because it would be really awkward for us if I made the move and she doesn’t reciprocate.

Care to explain?

We... are in this point of friendship where it can either end badly or well. By ending well I mean, we would end up dating or eventually being a thing. By ending bad... she might not talk to me for the rest of the time we’re friends or.. not even friends anymore.

Thank you for agreeing to this interview. Would you like to leave a few words for your crush and the viewers?

For the viewers, don’t be afraid to like someone. It’s normal and people have feelings. Don’t be a home wrecker though. That’s bad. As for my crush... I’m not sure if she’ll see this but I hope that she’s eating well and sleeping well. Assignment deadlines are coming and I don’t want her to stress out so much. Also, I’m not sure when I’ll confess to her about my feelings but I’ll accept whatever choice she makes.

[2230]

“Who’s that lucky girl?” You teased Jisung, taking out your airpods momentarily, “Your crush.”

Jisung shrugged, tapping away on his laptop, “I could be lying for all you know.”

You threw a pillow at Jisung, “You’re not supposed to lie! I’ll make you record the whole thing again if you really lied.”

“Okay, I didn’t” Jisung defended himself with his arms in the air in defeat, “I’m not telling you. Crushes are supposed to be a secret.”

You threw your head backwards in laughter, “What are you? 8? We don’t pull this kind of crap anymore.”

“Just focus on editing, miss y/n,” Jisung mock glared at you, “It’s due next week and all you care about is the identity of my crush? How boring must’ve my interview been.”

“It’s actually one of the more interesting ones,” You commented, trimming the unwanted parts of the interview, like Jisung mocking you, putting his face too close to the camera for no reason, and him tripping over his words. Cute, but your lecturer would think of it as unprofessional. “I just need to cut out your stupid antics. What a waste of my memory on my hard drive.”

“You could’ve just put it in the bloopers,” Jisung muttered, “Also, I’m done with your music.”

You scooted over to sit beside Jisung, sharing one of his airpods as the music played, he somehow knew what you wanted, just the perfect vibe of the song that fitted your interviews. Your cheeks blushed slightly at the proximity of the both of you, laptops on your laps and old comforter draped lazily over your legs. You were so close, you could smell the remnants of cologne Jisung sprayed on this morning. He smelled of warm cotton, in addition to the calming music Jisung made for the background music, lulling you to slumber within a few minutes.

“How is it? Do you--” Jisung sat up excitedly, expecting a response from you, but only to see your eyes shut, head nestled ever so slightly on his chest. He smiled to himself, then gently draping over the comforter over your body. Jisung tucked a stray hair behind your ear, taking in your peaceful and steady breathing. 

As he inched closer, he wanted to know how your lips still remained pink even after removing your makeup(not like you needed any, he thought to himself, you were even more beautiful without it), and how they would feel on his.

Before he could place his lips on yours, he snapped out of his sleepy reverie and shifted to a more comfortable position for you, sighing to himself, 

“Goodnight and sweet dreams, my dear crush.”

[1130]

There you were, seated in the video editing studio again, trying to add a few finishing touches to your assignment. Everything was going well, until Protools decided to crash on you, letting all your efforts thus far of editing audio go to waste.

You buried your face in your palm for what seemed like the 10th time, trying to compose yourself. At times like this, you would very much appreciate Jisung’s help.

As if Jisung heard your thoughts, the boy busted through the door, this time with two cups of iced coffee, “I ended early, so I figured if I could help out before you submit your assignment.”

“Thanks, Jisung,” You accepted the iced coffee gratefully, giving your roommate a side hug, “Protools crashed on me again. Also, I have some problem with the mic. The levels don’t seem to be right and I have to submit this in 4 hours please help me I’m panicking.”

“Woah okay, chill,” Jisung settled his drink and backpack down, taking his seat beside you and putting his arm on the back of your seat, “Before you start recording, check the gain and buttons on the console. Maybe someone was trying to be a bitch and messed with them. Also, how many times did I tell you to save your session after every change? Protools isn’t always ‘healthy’ you know? Protools will crash at times too.”

Jisung started to notice the worry traced on your face, then scooted closer to you and held your hands in his, “I know the deadline’s in a few days, but I just wanted to tell you that you’re actually doing so so good? Even for someone who doesn’t major in music production. I’m sure your file isn’t lost somewhere, we can retrieve it. And I’m here to help you too, hmm? I’m pretty sure your classmates don’t have a ‘music major friend’ privilege.”

Your face started to redden, not only at Jisung’s words but also the proximity, he was so close, if you were a little closer you would kiss him right there and then. The video editing studio didn’t seem so cold anymore, but rather warm with the body heat the both of you were radiating at this very moment.

Too close... to remain friends?

You pulled away from Jisung, eyes avoiding his, “Y-yeah... sure. The stress just got to my head so I kinda took it out on you, sorry.”

“It’s fine, we all get stressed sometimes.” Jisung grabs the mouse and like before, your work was recovered in just a few clicks, “I got it back. Your clip seems fine, I think it’s good to go.”

“Wow um, thanks Jisung.” You really had no idea what to say other than “thank you” to Jisung, he had been more than of what you could ask for throughout your editing process, also being especially nice and patient when explaining technical terms to you. Now all that’s left to do is to confess to him, but you were scared to ruin the precious friendship the both of you shared thus far.

Too close... to ruin it all.

“Don’t you have some showcase thing?” Jisung comments as he saves the project, dropping it into your hard drive, “I heard from Felix that you guys have it.”

“I was just about to ask you,” You crossed your legs on the chair, facing Jisung, “I’d want you to come to the showcase.”

Jisung pauses, as light pink dusted his cheeks, “M-me?”

“Who else?” You smiled, looking around, “Unless there’s another Jisung that I don’t know about...”

“H-hey don’t scare me like that,” Jisung stutters, bringing his attention back to the desktop, “It’s not funny.”

“I’m kidding, friend.” You joked, taking a sip of the slightly diluted iced coffee.

“Friend?” Jisung turned his head, tilting to one side, hurt ever so slightly cast in his eyes.

You couldn’t read that expression, confused, tilting your head like his, “What about it?”

“Nothing.” Jisung shook his head, removing the hard drive, handing it to you.

Little did you know, hidden inside Jisung’s backpack was a mini bouquet of your favourite dried flowers.

[2145]

As the end credits rolled around, you sensed an invisible weight being lifted off your shoulders, many sleepless nights worth of edits was indeed, worth it. Not to mention that Jisung probably pulled those all-nighters with you too, alongside completing his own work or even music for your project.

You were complimented with many praises from your classmates, some grumbling that they wouldn’t get their 4.0 thanks to you, also from the other tutors in the lecture theatre. You were so glad that your efforts paid off, and you would score a decent grade in at least one of the modules, for the first time in a while.

Your eyes followed Jisung despite being overwhelmed with people after the showcase, the boy patiently waiting at the foot of the podium for you. He changed out of his usual t-shirt you saw him this morning, to a ralph lauren plain sky blue dress shirt and dark blue calvin klein jeans. You knew Jisung owned a few dress shirts and saw him in them multiple times, but you knew exactly what it was that made him look extra handsome this time around.

It wasn’t the brand, but rather your crush on him that painted him in a very different light as compared to the past.

And you were prepared to tell him.

“I think you’re ready for Hollywood,” Jisung joked as he made shy strides towards you, hands snugly tucked in his pockets, “that video was really well made.”

‘Thank you, J.One,” You teased back, him grimacing at your joke, “your music made the video a whole lot better. I really do owe you one, Jisung.”

“Well, then before we go for fried dumplings,” Jisung reached into his backpack, handing you a small bouquet of your favourite dried flowers, “Here’s for my roommate, future filmmaker extraordinaire.”

You gasped, taking the bouquet in your hands, “Jisung! You really shouldn’t have. Thank you so much.”

“It was meant to be for something else,” Jisung eyed the bouquet warily, “but since you wanted to stay friends, it's a congratulation gift now.”

“What? Stay friends?” You stared at your roommate in confusion.

“I like you, y/n.” Jisung confessed, “I wanted to confess with that bouquet of flowers back in the editing studio but you called me a friend so I thought... you wanted to stay friends and nothing more.”

Jisung smiles sadly to himself, then looking back at you, “I just thought I would make myself clear before... you potentially hate me. I’ll respect your decision! If you don’t like me back... I’m fine with it. As long as you are happy--”

You interrupted Jisung by gently placing your lips on his, your hands ever so slightly crumpling the dress shirt he actually bothered to wash this morning. You pulled away, only to be pulled back by Jisung, lips now moving to deepen the kiss he waited for so long. You nearly melted in his arms, head dizzy with euphoria as your lips locked with his every fleeting moment. The boy gently pulled away, tucking a stray hair behind your ear, “Does this mean you like me too?”

You planted a kiss on Jisung’s slightly swollen lips again, smiling to your new boyfriend, “Yes, I like you too, Jisung.”

[sinfullytempting]

Temptations (????)

(A/N) this is going to be a really long chapter actually, Seonghwa is only here for a little but the next sin shows up later in this chapter and ill put his up as soon as he shows up!

Tag list: @needyateez /  @cafesan / @a-revolution-teez / @sailor-san​ /

San (Lust 1) / Yeosang (Gluttony 2) / Seonghwa (Greed 3) / ????? (???? 4) / Filler Chapter (5)

Flashback:

You nodded and grabbed clothes before heading into your bathroom, throwing a glance back at San who grinned at you from the chair at your table. “Go on or ill come in to help you change!” You threw a glare before slamming the door shut behind you, letting San’s laughter seep through the door.

“I hate sins…”

“Dont lie baby you love us!”

“I only tolerate some of you, aka Yeosang!”

Present:

You turned towards San once inside your room, letting Seonghwa clean up. “You, tell me more about these Guardian angels.” You cocked your head to the side as you half glared at the kitchen door. “And why sins are randomly showing up. Apart from Yeosang because I enjoy his presence so far.”

San cocked his hip out and crossed his arms, huffing as you mimicked his pose, ignoring the first part of the question. “First, the others are just curious about you, plus I know who’s probably going to be next but that’s for me to know and you to find out.” The corner of his lips quirked up in a smug smile, like he knew something you didn’t, which he did, plenty of things.

You huffed as you turned towards your dresser to pick out some pj’s, “…is Seonghwa going to stay over?” San shrugged. “I won’t let him.” You flushed before you grabbed clothes and escaped into your bathroom, passing the rapidly cleaning Seonghwa who shot you a soft smirk causing your cheeks to flush deeper, not used to having one, let alone two, highly attractive boys, even if they were demons, wandering around your flat.

You locked the door and slid down it, breathing deeply. Yeosang was the only one you could handle, you couldn’t even handle San at the moment, and you doubted you ever would be able to. and Seonghwa seemed like a whole handful along with San, and you didn’t know how much of a hassle the other sins would be. You brushed your hair back before changing into your pj’s.

“You’re not staying here.” You hear once you finish changing, leaning against the door. You hear Seonghwa scoff out a mocking laugh. “I’m not going anywhere lust. San huffs. “I am stronger than you, i will forcefully remove you.” You hear San hiss, annoyed at Seonghwa’s mocking tone then hearing the laugh that follows. “You think that matters?” Seonghwa snarks and you cautiously opened the door, thanking the day you put WD-40 to keep it from creaking as you opened it a little bit to peek out, interested in the conversation.

“It will work, I will use my powers, and you won’t be able to resist. I’m stronger than you Seonghwa, remember that.” San walked closer, stopping right in front of him, fingers itching to wrap around his neck and choke him into his place as the weaker one of the two. “Try me.” San had his hand wrapped around Seonghwa’s neck within seconds of the words slipping from his lips. His hand tightened as a faint threat, pinning Seonghwa against the wall as he leaned closer.

“You will leave.” San spoke, voice deeper, cat eyes narrowed in anger as he tightened his grip around his neck. “Do you want me to make it worse greed?” You stayed quiet, watching Seonghwa’s body relax. “Understood.” San smiled, dropping Seonghwa and stepped to the side. “Goodbye Seonghwa.” Seonghwa glared at him before his feet automatically took him to the door as he quietly cursed San’s strength, the command making the elders feet move if he liked it or not.

San turned around and you acted as if you had just finished changing, yawning as you stepped out. You werent stupid, you know San was aware of you watching. He was giving you a small show on his powers, he wanted to make sure you wouldnt step out of place and rebel against him should you feel the need.

You would be lying if you said his display of power gave you a slight jolt of fear. Seonghwa, who was taller, and older (apparently) submitted to easily to San, and for some reason it blew your mind.

“Uhm…can i ask you a question?” San hummed as he walked closer, almost guiding you towards your room. “Depends on the question.” He cooed.

Being around San made you feel like you were being hunted, cat like eyes almost always narrowed, a smirk on his lips. Like he was a predator, and technically he was, he preyed on those who made him his sin.

“You said you had 7 other brothers right?” He nodded, listening carefully. “Do you guys have an age order? Or does it go by power?” He watched you carefully as you both stopped in front of your room. You felt like you were being judged, examined like he was about to dissect you, you felt unnerved. “We do have ages.” He grinned, almost crowding you against the door. “..can i know?” He hummed, resting a hand on your hip. “Seonghwa is older, but with power i’m first. Then its me, then its Agony, then Pride, Yeosang, Sloth, Envy, and lastly is Wrath. Hes the youngest but not by much.”

He had gotten closer at that point, breathing fanning across your lips and noses almost touching. “Give me what I need.” He murmured and your eyes dropped, feeling yourself submitting but managing to open the door and stopping things from going further, your breath hitched as you caught yourself but not before San almost fell with you, catching you as well. “What the fuck?” His grip around you tightened, nails digging into your skin and you whimpered, squirming. “San please, you’re hurting me.” He narrowed his eyes before removing his nails.

This was different, you were his prey and he had caught you, and he was angry. He reminded you of a panther, unnerving stare, teeth bared slightly as he growled deep in his throat. “That wasn’t a smart idea princess.” He stood up straight, pushing you back towards your bed. “But since you don’t know your limits yet, ill let it go.” He took a deep breath to calm himself down. “Don’t anger me because you wont like the consequences. Understood?” You nodded and he smiled, mood changing before you could blink. “I even changed your sheets from all the blood that happened!”

You mean the blood you caused? You snarkily commented in your head, forgetting he could read and hear your thoughts. “Yes the blood I caused, and it’ll happen again once i put finish the claim on you. It’ll look so pretty, right on your hip by your navel.” He murmured quietly, stroking the skin once he was close enough and you squirmed, not wanting to admit you were ticklish.

“Will it hurt?” He hummed, ignoring the question. “Time to sleep.” You huffed before rubbing your eyes, suddenly tired. “Did you make me tired.” At his grin you pouted but got into bed, covering up all the way. “You’re not sleeping beside me.” You turned to face the sin himself and he feigned a pout, crossing his arms. “But princess, why not?” You huffed. “Because I don’t know what you’ll try.” He shrugged. “What’s stopping me from crawling in once you fall asleep?” You twitched, half glaring and he chuckled, holding his hands up. “Alright princess i won’t.” He rose a brow, turning towards the door and leaving.

Walking down the hall and towards the window, He opened it and licked his lips, sighing quietly and he inhaled the familiar scent, soft scent of evergreen trees, exclusive only to the ever lovely Sin of Envy.

Jung Wooyoung.

San (Lust 1) / Yeosang (Gluttony 2) / Seonghwa (Greed 3) / Wooyoung (Envy 4) / Filler Chapter (5)

“Wooyoung? I can smell you.” Green smoke appeared, followed by a black haired boy, pouting as he slipped inside. “How kind of you to let me in but not let me see her. It’s not fair Seonghwa hyung and Yeosang have before me.” He pointed at San. “Plus I was so close to claiming her until you showed up.” He whined, punching San in the chest weakly.

Calming down Wooyoung looked around San, looking down the hall before standing up straight. “Yeosang told me that Felix was her possible angel? Where did he go?” Wooyoung crossed his arms, frowning. “Changbin said a while ago that Felix never just ‘disappears’ so…” Wooyoung lit up before he frowned again. “What if he left her on purpose? He basically gave her to us on a silver platter.” He moved towards the living room and plopped on the couch, crossing one leg over the other.

“San…what if this was on purpose? But why would he, the strongest guardian angel, leave her?” He crossed his arms again, sinking into the couch more, tilting his head back and humming as San walked closer, fingers sliding across the sun kissed skin of Wooyoung’s neck. “Are you pent up Sannie? Seonghwa hyung came back angry.” He chuckled as San’s nails dug into his neck carefully. “She pushed me away and didnt give me a kiss like i needed.” Wooyoung hummed, closing his eyes and letting San’s fingers explore his skin. “I forgot your thing for necks.” He whispered before San pulled away and sighed.

“I need her kiss, with consent because im not a monster-”

“Sannie you’re a demon, the devil himself-”

“Not the point Woo. Even if im the devil himself, i know what consent is.” San rose a brow and cocked his hip out. “Jung Wooyoung, you better be using consent as well.” Wooyoung rose his hands up, marking himself innocent. “I do.” San nodded before sitting down beside him, grunting quietly as Wooyoung threw his legs over his lap. “When does she wake up?” San hummed, glancing at the clock. “She has a lecture at about nine am so, about seven thirty she wakes up and showers before eating breakfast, then leaves.”

Wooyoung shot him a confused look at San’s detailed answer. “Havent you know her for less then a day?” San grinned, winking. “You see a lot when you claim someone, youve claimed plenty of people, have you never focused on them or are you envious everytime one of us claims someone? Thats not your sin, youre not to be greedy Wooyoung.” Wooyoung shrugged. “You may be lust San, but do you notice that you have a little bit of every sin inside you? You have a lot of pride in you, let alone some of envy. You have a lot of me.” Wooyoung smirked, hinting at the past. “I may but you enjoyed it so much.” San whispered, shooting Wooyoung a look. “I have plenty of you inside me.” He grinned before glancing at San.

“I’ll stay here and introduce myself once she gets ready.” Wooyoung hummed, shifting so he could curl up against San, resting his head on San’s shoulder. “You’re so clingy.” San whispered, sighing dramatically before reaching for the TV remote and lowering the volume before turning on a random movie, letting the younger sin slowly fall asleep once he covered them up with a blanket resting behind them on the back of the couch.

San sighed, letting his head fall back against the cushions, one arm wrapped around Wooyoung’s waist. “You’re like a child.” He whispered before counting the minutes go by and eventually the hours. Once it hits Seven am and the next movie out of 3 hes watched ends he picks up Wooyoung and places him on the couch before creeping towards your door. Opening it he closes the door quietly behind him and sits on the edge of your bed.

Watching carefully as he slides a hand up over your leg towards your hip. “If you wake up now ill cook for you~” He murmurs as he moves closer, dropping his hand so his fingers brush against the writing before up towards your neck, raising a brow when you lean into it. “Oh?” He whispers before he strokes the skin carefully before he moves his hand up and through your hair. “Princess wake up.” He hums.

“Dont wanna…” You mumble and he smirks. “Dont make me spank you.” He purrs, laughing as you shoot up, eyes still shut before they open the slightest bit to glare at him. “Why are you still here? Go home, go away.” You grumble. “Dont you have somewhere else to be?” He shook his head. “Now that ive claimed you, i dont have to be anywhere but where you are.” You grunt and rub your eyes, tempted to kick San out of your bed and you actually try, only for him to catch it. “Thats a no no Y/n.” He yanks your leg back, you crying out at the pinch of skin and the feeling of not properly stretching before being yanked down the bed.

He grins at your cry, humming. “If you were a good girl this wouldn’t have happened.” San shifts his body so hes sitting between your legs and you feel sharp teeth threaten the skin of your inner thigh before they pierce the skin, his grip on your legs keeping them from moving as you squirm and try to kick him but freeze at the feeling of sharp teeth in your thigh, not wanting anything to tear.

San pulls away and watches the blood trickle down, humming quietly. “Is this how i have to make you stop now? Biting you?” He purred, licking the blood off and moving to stand up. “Go get changed.” San smiled but you knew it was a warning. Getting up you glanced at the clock before grabbing an oversized hoodie and some warm leggings and glaring at San.

“Can you atleast let me change in my own room?” You mumbled, holding your clothes to your chest. San sighed dramatically before he turned on his heel and walked of the door. “I’ll be right out if you need me.” You huffed. “Good thing I wont!” You yelled as he closed the door, changing quickly before he could change his mind. You swung the door open, resisting the urge to blatantly check San out as you found him leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, a smirk painted on his lips again. “Hello princess.” You huffed as you walked out and down the hall and into the kitchen.

You had to hold back a scream once you noticed another male sitting on the couch, legs crossed and arms laying across the back of the couch with a blanket thrown over him. “Sannie it was rude to just up and leave me.” He pouted, turning to look at you. He took a second before he was up and in front of you. “You must me Y/n!” He grinned, green eyes sparkling. “Im Wooyoung, Envy is my sin.” He feigned a pout, crossing his arms. “Sannie claimed you before i could get to you, then im not the first person to see you after?”

“Woo give her a chance to breath, you scared the poor girl.” San spoke, coming up behind you. With San’s presence behind you it could help but make you relax a bit aside from the threat moments earlier of biting you into submission, you knew San wouldn’t do anything, despite knowing him for only a day now.

“I apologize~” You blinked a few times, noticing the others scent. “Did…Do you all have like, a special scent?” San hummed softly. “Yes. But we dont know what ourselves smell like, so love, tell me what I smell like?” You twitched in your spot as San walked closer. “…like cinnamon, alluring and addicting. A little mysterious as well.” He cooed quietly.

“Would you like to skip class and get to know Wooyoungie? He will follow you around whining if you say no…” You slide your eyes towards ‘Wooyoungie’ and bite your lip, the boy was looking at you with the purest form of puppy eyes. “I really need to go to my lecture…” You watched him physically wilt. “…but im sure i can get Min to write down notes for me…” You mumbled reluctantly but he perked up, smiling growing on his lips and you groaned, rubbing your eyes. “Can i go back to sleep then? I dont want to be awake if i dont have to be.” You narrowed your eyes. “How long have you been here.” You crossed your arms, frowning.

“Not long after Sannie left your room last night, probably moments after.” He hummed quietly and you stared at him for a moment before walking to the kitchen. “All these sins just appearing out of nowhere….” You grumbled to yourself, searching for fruit snacks in your cupboard before smiling as you found them. “There you are…” You smile widely, opening the bag and shoving some in your mouth before turning around to look at both of the boys.

“So what now?”