#The haters sound fucking stupid bro
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Spiderverse Spoilers Ahead - Trans Stuff.
The amount of people saying that believing Gwen is Trans is 'reaching'- As if her and her dad don't both have Trans flags, her colours aren't literally that of the Trans flag, and that every Spiderman reveal speech feels like a goddamn coming out coded scene- Is insane.
As if the Spiderverse creative team didn't plan and animate everything to the last detail.
I've seen people saying her owning the flag could just be an ally thing. Which is true, but how many people own pride flags for allyship compared to just. Being actually queer? I swear the transphobes are delusional.
Like. They way they (The animators) plan colours and set designs and costumes and colour coding is so detailed. You want me to believe they had Miles wear a BLM pin because it was relevant to him personally, but then not believe that Gwen's dad wore a trans pin and she had a 'Protect Trans Kids' (People keep saying it could be the dad but keyword: Kids) flag in her room because they were personal to her, too?
The same team that hinted 42 Miles as the Prowler by having our Miles put on a green and purple hoodie? So we know they code with colour. But saying Gwen could be Trans because her designated colours being symbolic of the Trans flag is a reach? As if the Spiderverse team wouldn't know that (After they added the flags none the less), and don't foreshadow/hint at things with colours throughout this franchise? You genuinely think it's a 'reach' that the same people that took THREE YEARS to figure out how to animate Hobie alone, wouldn't realise how using those colours would be interpreted (Especially next to the other subtext and design clues)? That they what? Didn't do research? As if they haven't been excellently representing communities this entire time and clearly putting all their love into clearly researching and showcasing the beauty of diversity? Be so for real.
I've seen people complaining that 'we do this with every movie'. Name one Trans animated movie character. Or one Trans movie character at all (That doesn't die, or go through something horrific for no needed reason, or isn't built from harmful stereotypes, etc).
The levels people will go to to deny queer existence and queer characters is ridiculous. You don't have to like it. I don’t care. She's not Trans for you, she's Trans for the Trans people watching this movie. The same way that Miles is Black, or that Pavitr is Indian. Anyone can be Spider-Man, that's the entire point. It's not 'forced diversity', it's just diversity. Trans people exist, the same way that straight/cis people do. You'll hype up Miles as a step in a progressive direction, then shit on Trans people for clinging to Gwen for the same resonation?
If you want a cishet white Spider-Man, go watch all the other medias that exist. We're allowed this one. The creators made their message very clear, Spiderverse is for everyone. Spider-Man can be anyone.
#Across The Spiderverse#Spiderverse#Gwen Stacy#Trans#Trans rights#Miles Morales#The haters sound fucking stupid bro#'It's just a headcanon' She literally owns a Trans flag my dude#I beg the Spiderverse team will be allowed to let her explicitly say it in the next film#So that these fuckers can stop denying it. Make it so they can't ignore it like they can with flags please#Across The Spiderverse Spoilers#Spiderverse Spoilers
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What Bakugou’s pet name for you would be:
It baffles me how yall think Bakugou would call you these goofy ass nicknames! So let me help yall with my completely cannon opinion.
What he would never call you:
Daddy
I dont know who lied to yall but he wouldnt be caught dead. Even if you were his significant other and asked him to he’d be heavily disgusted. He’d probably give you the most foul look and ask what the hell is wrong with you. It gives him the ICK 💀
Teddy Bear
As a proud Yagami Yato hater, I would like to declare this would never happen. Are we watching the same show? Sure he has a soft spot for this s.o. but not like this. He’d be revoltsd at the thought. Bro can be soft but not soft enought to show weakness like THAT. Leave the Teddy Bear shit to someone who doesn’t have a problem with masculinity!
Slut
Okay, I’ve seen this in a lot of fanfics. And i get it. BUT NO WAY HE WOULD CASUALLY CALL YALL THAT IN ANY OTHER SITUATION BUT CONSENSUAL SEX. I mean he was raised by a queen, theres no way in hell he’d find this okay. He considers you an equal if he likes you enough to date and he’d think thats too degrading and rude. Not equal shit.
Babe or baby
I feel like it could be a possibility- well, maybe not. Theres a 10% chance but I feel like he’d be detested at this coming out of his mouth. I’d remind him of his unfathomable hatred for children without fail everytime. Also, it sounds so foreign out of his mouth he never dares to say it again.
What he would call you:
Any type of softer mean word.
As in dumbass, asshole, bitch, stupid, rude ass nicknames, ykwim
Do I need to elaborate?
Hun
Now this one comes with a price. NEVER IN FRONT OF OTHER PEOPLE. He rarely says it anyway. He only starts to use the word LATER on into your relationship. Like several years. And he ONLY starts saying it around people after a year a marriage.
“pass me the salt hun?” “You dropped that hun.”
Your name
Okay I know I put petnames at the top but hear me out. He only uses your customized nickname. So much to the point where when he does use your real name, which usually tends to happen in serious and/or passionate situations, it is considered a petname.
“I just- DAMN IT! I love you y/n!” “Come back safe. I mean it y/n.” “Fuck…. youre doing so good y/n.”
Princess
Alright, at first I was hating HARD on this one. Although, the more I think about it the more sense it makes. Princess can not only be a petname, but is also commonly used as an insult. So he says it in a sarcastic tone all the time just to piss you off. He’d also use it as a way to call you spoiled
“Maybe if you’d let go princess” “Well you’re just my little princess, huh?” “Lets go princess, hurry.”
#bakugou thirst#bakugou x reader#bakugou headcanons#bakugou imagine#bakugou katsuki#mha x reader#for real#bakugou x female reader#bakugou x male reader
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im. i had to make all these damn transparent pngs
anyways some of these can't accurately be described and got left out sorry, sometimes the pink indicates a QPR
Specific notes under cut bc there's a lot of them:
Jason and Kaddie (club president) are both cryptids who claimed BBHQ as their home turf (and despite sharing bc they dont wanna piss off craig who they both respect) they hate either other and want to kill each other. and have TRIED to kill each other
Chip and Kaddie QPR. Chip's aroace to me but he'd happily hold hir hand. Kaddie just likes the attention.
Pepper (mint supervisor) is like the CFO's teenage daughter by association. He respects her and she's like a familial figure to him. Cathal is his son and he and the VP are like divorced ish? They're on cordial ENOUGH terms but it's a sore spot for them both.
Barry and Mary are both fish monster things and they're not like. This one is hard to describe but it's a species specific thing. They're not exclusive though, but it's pretty frequent to see them just fucking sitting in water and hanging out/looking at stuff down there. (By association they fucking hate Will and Des. Sorry guys you cant throw that shit in the ocean.)
Misty and Courtney are so mean to each other and FOR WHAT. They have no reason for this. (My interp of Misty is slightly mean bc she's woobified sometimes) so she just. thinks Courtney is stupid (for something Courtney didnt even fuckin do. It was Barry's fault and got resolved anyways.
Prester is Atticus's uncle (Sads is Prester's son i couldnt fit him or the satellites) and Winston is his cousin on the other side. Prester doesn't like the vampire bros bc of the dumbest reason ever. Thus Misty hates HIM. (she's a distant relative of theirs. so distant i didnt include it.)
Yes Saul (butch lesbian saul For the win) knows Flint. Yes that is every bit as terrible a friendship as it sounds. Went out with a bang and lots of hysterical crying on both ends. Neither will admit it.
Because I couldnt fit the satellites I cant include the absolute HATRED Erclaim and Styx have for one another. Erclaim's father thought Styx's mom was a very pretty lady and she reciprocated and Styx is an affair baby is what im getting at (Both sets of parents were married btw) and Erclaim blames Styx for fucking up his family. Erfit thinks Styx is alright though. His baby brother needs to chill the FUCK out.
Atticus is the guy who seems really nice but is secretly wishing everyone's heads would explode and they'd die 1000000000000000 painful deaths (he survived in our au but he was very mentally unwell as a result of the trauma of almost dying and watching what happened to clancy)
Half of William's enemies either don't know he thinks of them that way or don't care. Desmond however actually respects him a lot and tries REALLY HARD to get William to like him but Will's a hater.
Another sad fact that comes from no satellites is the fact I can't show the links between them and the Head Attorney but they're all family. Actual relatives those 5 (and related to the HA to boot lol) hydra develops crushes on anyone who can crush THEM. token allo.
#there is more but i am tired ive worked on this for like 4 hours#(making the transparent pngs of some cogs and just. everything.)#toontown#toontown corporate clash#ttcc#corporate clash#toontown cogs
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To the Dragon Ball Super Haters
So I still to this day see people making the same complaints about Dragon Ball Super, so let me just say this: I don't believe you can dislike Super for the vast majority of complaints made about it and still enjoy DBZ. Allow me to elaborate.
Most criticisms of Super, like inconsistent animation, or power of friendship shenanigans, or half-cooked plot, or powerups that have very little buildup, or hell, even powerups that really only change the user's hair color... are all present in DBZ. I think most people don't want to argue that DBZ doesn't deserve its legendary status because you'd be fighting alone against a horde. But it's much easier to proclaim your hatred of something new and cite a decline in quality.
These people either A) don't like DBZ either and therefore shouldn't be so entrenched in the franchise, B) don't dislike Super for the reasons they give but want to sound like they have good taste, or just dislike it for stupid reasons, or C) were tricked by people who come from points A or B into believing things are worse than they are, because they have the media literacy of a toddler.
It's like this. Say you run into someone while you're talking about how much you love Reese's Cups. And they tell you Reese's are a garbage treat and you're an idiot for liking it. And you get upset, obviously. And eventually you go "okay, explain it to me. Why do you hate them?" And they tell you that peanut butter is objectively terrible. Which, first off, it's not, that's your extremely subjective opinion. But second, didn't I see you eating a PB&J sandwich in the break room earlier? And they're like "yeah, PB&J is delicious, it's the best sandwich ever, nobody's disputing that." And you're just like... it has peanut butter though. And they're like "okay but you're taking it out of context." WHAT CONTEXT, BRO!? Either you think peanut butter is nasty or you don't! So you're either lying about hating Reese's to sound edgy and cool, or you're lying about loving PB&J because you don't want to be ostracized for being a freak.
That's basically what it boils down to. If you don't like Super, I'm not saying you're not valid. But be real. You probably don't like it because you were a kid when DBZ came out and your tastes have changed since then. I'm not going to sit here and act like Super isn't flawed, but let's not pretend that those same flaws didn't exist in Z, either. And don't give me that "Goku should be heroic" shit either, that was something the American dubbing crew did on their own. The same dub where Goku and Chichi had a weird offscreen kiss sound effect also told us Bardock was a brilliant scientist who invented the fake moon. Goku does heroic things from time to time, but he always does it with a kind of selfish basis of reasoning. He loves his friends, but he'll let Vegeta go to get a better fight later. He'll give Frieza some energy, but one more betrayal of trust and Goku will obliterate him.
You're either down with the main character being a flawed and interesting character and therefore will enjoy the Dragon Ball franchise, or you're not. In which case, stop clogging up the Tumblr tags and YouTube comments with your bitching and complaining. You don't see me infiltrating the Attack on Titan community to talk about how much it sucks. You know why? Because I fucking hate that series and I don't WANT to talk about it all the time. So if you watched some essayist trying to recreate the Nostalgia Critic or whatever and he told you Super sucks and you just parrot what he said without a sparking synapse in that smooth soap bar of a brain in your skull, then please, just shut the fuck up. For your own sake as well as mine.
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hi i finished tma season 1
IM GONNA THROW UP NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO
WHY HER WHY SASHA WHY MSUT THEY DO THIS WHY MY WIFE WHY WHY N OOOOOOO
THAT IS NOT MY SASHA THAT IS NOT MY WIFE WHAT THE FUCK GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!!!!!! SHE DIDNT EVEN EAT ANY NOTEBOOKS MAN WHY SHED GET GRAHAM'D!!!! IM GONNA CRY THATS NOT HER THATS NOT HER THATS NOT HER WHAT THE HELL "yes." YOU ARE NOT MY BELOVED GET OUT
THAT FUCKING TABLE ISTG I HATE IT I HATE IT IM GONNA HIT IT WITH TWELVE BILLION METAL PIPES WHY DIDNT JON BREAK IT YOUUU FUUUUUUCKKKK THIS IS NOT A COINCIDENCE NO WAY THAT TABLE ISNT RELATED TO WHATEVER THIS REPLACEINATOR IS. IS IT THE SAME CREATURE THAT SKEDADDLED INTO GRAHAMS FLAT????? WHY DOES NO ONE SEE ANYTHING WRONG W SASHA THAT IS SO OBLIVIOUSLY NOT HER
the worms the worms the worms ... worm wife ..... the screamerrrrrrrrrrr the wormerrrrrrrrrrr
tim is so silly i love him tbh. my man (presumably) took off his pants in the middle of a wormpocalypse. thanks buddy. he should be high on co2 more often."statement of joe spooky... regarding mysterious happenings..." silly guy silly guy (the horrors) "im fine though. except for the holes. and the pain. and the blood. and the nightmares. couldve been worse though, eh?" u need 12 diff types of therapy now buddy
MARTIN is quite silly too i like him a lot ... erm i think he might actually be a ghost Jon was onto something (silly). jons still such a hater STOPPP HES JUST OUT HERE VIBING... HE SOUNDED SO SAD AND SCARED :( i want to hug him please "im sorry i left you" .. i know what you are
why was Gertrudes body just There btw. what the fuck. shes just been there??? man imagine ur running from The Worms and then BOOM random dead body of the old Archivist HELLO?? AND SHE WAS SHOT??? NO SPOOKY SCARIES ?? JUST GOOD OL GUNS??
i looked it up. the missing cases. have sashas voice. and the homophobic vase statement. im going actually going to be sick. wdym "Evelyn Hewett as Not!Sasha" GOODBYE I HATE EVERYTHING
they all sound so tiiired :[
SORRY TO RANT IN YOUR INBOX BTW IM JUST. NEED TO SCREAM. GOING INSANE
AND SORRY FOR ALL THE CAPS IIIIIMM
I NEED TO BE LOBOTOMIZED RIGHT NOW WHYYYY
AAAAAAH I DO NOT HAVE TIME TO RESPOND TO UR RANT IN EVERY POINT IN ITS ENTIRETY BUT REST ASURED IVE READ THE WHOLE THING AND IM
FUCKKK YESSSSSSSSSS
i knew you'd like tma. i fucking KNEW it. and it only gets worse from here hehehehhe so watch out >:3 and THEN u have to listen to protocol.... fuck yes.........
YOURE CATCHING ON TO SO MUCH OF THE LORE STuFF THO GOOD JOB U UNDERSTAND IT SO MUBH BETTER THAN I DID MY FIRST LISTEN LOL
yea sasha.... oof....... bro got graham'd as u said :3
tim.... auauuaauua a fandom favorite. ofc. the lovely. i have so much to say aobut tim and what a [insert adjectvie that i cant say cos spoilers] character he is but i CANT cos again SPOILERS........
martin is so lovely. i love that man. gorgeous ass lovely human. honestly one of the best characters (but jon's my fave im a jon girlie)
THE HOMOPHOBIC VASE LMAO yes. also. have u heard the jurgen leitner rant?? id save it til after u finish s2 but it is definitely something that every tma fan should memorize.
jurgen leitner?! stupid idiot motherufkcing jurgen leitner god damn fool book collecting dust eating rat old bastard shithead idiot avatar of teh whore, biggest clown in the circus laughed out of town, cowboy motherfucker jurgen leitner (etc etc. this goes on for about 4 paragraphs.)
I RELALY APPRECIATE U RANTING IN MY INBOX. BECAUSE U STARTED LISTENINT TO TMA COS OF ME. ITS LIKE MY HARD WORK IS ALL PAYING OFF. IVE INDOCTRINATED U INTO THIS STUPID FUCKING PODCAST.
dw it destroys everyone. makes everyone go insane. i had the Exact Same Reactions on my second listen ;-; it's a podcast and a half tbh. fucking amazing.
#question spirals#tma#tma spoilers#yeah this was incredible to read :]#im So Happy ur enjoying it so much RAHHHH#its one of my fave things in the entire world#so yea
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am i the asshole for culling highbloods, fair and square in a strife duel
i (a goldblood, masking my quirk so the haters/p dont find me, otherwise goldblood is all you need to know) often participate in strife duels when im not busy being the best fucking engineer this shithole has to offer to our great empire
and lately ive been getting flack for culling these bitches like the unworthy they are, people complaining about "fairness" and "i started it" or whatever
let me give you a little story here to clear things up
so im walking right, just chilling up in the highblood part of my big city because there are NO laws that say i cannot legally just fucking stroll wherever the fuck i want as long its not trespassing, cause maybe i dont wanna flex my psionics by just flying everywhere and i have places to be
and this stupid ass indigo, pulls up, walking by me, just a couple inches taller than me (im 6'4 btw so this chick was pretty big) fucking shoulder checks me, deadass just bumps into me and doesnt say anything so im like
"dude, are you good? the fucks your problem?"
and shes like "whats YOUR problem, you should mind your space, blah blah blah blah highblood jargin im not assed to type, its disrespectful" and then her fucking moirail or whatever some olive just taps her shoulder and tries to get her on her merry way but whatever i dont give a fuck
and im like "dude you should mind YOUR space pay attention" and she gets all mad like damn bro whats your problem im fr just going on a stroll so im like "you wanna go dude we can strife right here if you wanna stay mad" and even though her moirail is protesting shes like "ok fine this wont be too long" (cocky ass bitch) and they look sad that their moirail is gonna cull some moody lowblood scum like me or however those two viewed me
so im like shit, okay, bet, you wanna play, ill play?
indigo pulls out her dinky fucking mace or whatever, sounds to me like a strife duel just began, so you know what i do?
i fire up the goddamn engine (my psionics) and PUNCH her ass, right across the jaw faster than she can say "mustard", bet she didnt expect to get fucking punched with psionics, it's a free ass way to give someone nerve damage so she kinda locks up all surprised (probably the energy i sent across his nervous system too) and next thing you know i got this bulgehead on the ground and im slamming her stupid skull into the sidewalk until its been painted filthy ass indigo (tell you what no one is immune to severe nervous system damage)
his moirails like yelling and shit and calls me a piece of shit or whatever and fine, okay, i feel kinda bad for culling someones moirail but thats just alternia man, strife rules dont care how much your moirail means to you, if i had a moirail im sure he would be sad if i got culled in a strife duel
and i knew this olive was gonna try and avenge their partner so i just sorta flew off before i had to cull someone else in a duel that was probably in an abusive relationship anyway thats always how it is with lowbloods and highbloods mixing
so am i the asshole? i didnt do anything illegal, i asked if she wanted to strife, she said yes, so i won the fucking strife duel i dont know why i feel this way, she fucking started it i dont start shit man
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if you're doing "send a character" thing, what're your thoughts on Mahiru Koizumi?
Mahiru the silliest💥💥💥💯💯
• favorite thing about them
Geniunly warms my heart how well meaning they are... Like I do love the evil fucking characters I love when they're absolutely chaotic BUT she's so😭😭 she just cares for everyone and she's so human and NICE it's gonna kill me like this sounds stupid but I like that she recognizes their position in the world and is aware of all the shitty stuff but nonetheless she wants to show everyone how kind and beautiful the world / the people in it can be.
• least favorite thing about them
well I mean I could be here and list their flaws but that's really not true cause I don't hate those things I mean they make her, her. probably (and this isn't even something that is the characters fault lol) idk how everyone and even the writers glossed over the bullying they got in middle school?? What?? It's so vague I do not get that part like what happend to her...😧
• favorite line
"Oh? What happend to the though guy who said stuff like 'I cAn Do It!'" STOP their voice actress is so fucking good 😭😭 also can't forget the "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
• brOTP
you guys know me I think she's hilarious with most of the guys especially w hinata and/or komaeda BECAUSE YES I'M BIASED OK I JUST REALLY LIKE THEM no but seriously they'd be funny I like how they're kinda similar!! (I'm grasping at any connection the characters might have) but I also cry a bit thinking of her and fuyuhiko making up and being friends :((( like :(((((
• OTP
MAHIPEKO god I should really get back to them I invented this shit for realsies!!! Best thing I ever did after being born. Tomorrow new mhpk post 📯📯📯 I SWEAR. also I'm pretty fond of her and mikan, Ibuki, sato, natsumi... Um I mean lots of girls BAHHAHAH I also think kazukoi divorce is hilarious
• nOTP
I mean I don't really like mahiyoko bcs i see them as sisters really.
• random headcanon
one of those kids that had the part of a tree or a bush in the school play but the twist is she was totally happy with it. Very proud moment of her life to this day
• unpopular opinion
people are so mean to her I could just write all the weird shit haters say but in general STOP twisting and turning their relationship w/ Hiyoko??? Stop??? You're turning yeah a kind of weird situation but still very sweet and genuine connection into idk evil planning and scheming like they're 17 LEAVE THEM ALONE GOD
• song(s) I associate with them
PUT SOME SONGS FROM MY PLAYLIST OF HER (bro could not choose one)
• favorite picture of them
The First one makes me throw up laughing & I LOVE THEIR ANNIVERSARY DRESS!2!!2?2?2!2!2!2!2!2 SUAHHWWHHA
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More diary time … save space…
Not to sound like I dunno a greedy bitch but what the hell could possibly make up for this bullshit. Ok angel on my shoulder I get it not everything or anything is certain. But I thought it was supposed to be. They all said it would be. Didn’t they all say that? That life is worth living and there will be people that love you? When does that part happen? Is this an autism thing. I want to walk down the street and yell they could be lying they’re probably lying about something trust no bitch. But I don’t see that really achieving anything beneficial. It’s so fucking hard watching everyone bumble around with their feelings and intentions though. I understand why people become pretentious asshole loveless adults. I get it bro. Cynicism hits. Everyone is such loose canon. Are there normal fucking people? How could I ever get along with one after all this. I literally repel them bro I am a beacon for the Strange and Outcast I can’t help it. I don’t know what every one else is on that makes this worth it. Is validation really that bussin? Gender really fucks that hard when everyone agrees with you? It’s just not my destiny. I’m gonna like go sit alone at the same table every day for twenty years in some coffee shop in a city where I only ever interact with strangers and then die in an apartment and get eaten by cats bro GOD. Ok I’m not manifesting that ok that was a one off I want to be happy content one day. I do want that. I want that pretty badly. It’s just this fucking obstacle course between now and then. The survival rate is insane. This all sucks so bad. I have so much worked out at this point I’m so close to everything working out and ending I can be done with this stupid fucking school and get something out of it to dab on the haters and then I can fuck off okay it’s just a few more months of hell I should really get into some emdr. Might as well unleash the floodgates right. I’m already stewing about it all the time. What if I get invested in someone and then they leave again. I’m not bulletproof.
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Hi there! I just discovered your page and i loved the bachata headcannon!
On that same line, can you do a female latina headcannon? Like, more specifically, Colombian, you know, an MC that's like normally fluent in english but when mad she just burst on angry spanish screaming session with latin curses and a strong accent and also just getting really mad if deemed as Mexican by default? I'd love that! Thank youuuu (also feel free to ignored this if it's not of your fancy)
I hope you have a great day!
Of course! I really hope you like it! :)
(I tried to incorporate things some of my relatives say as Colombians please don’t hate me🥲)
The Brothers + Datables and a Latina MC with Colombian Habits
Lucifer❤️
Lucifer has always been amused by the boldness MC portrayed, that is until Mammon pissed her off
MC actually f*cking explodes, calling Mammon “culicagao” (like a bratty kid) and a bunch of profanities out of rage
Actually leaves Lucifer surprised, who could she hate so much that she’d put a curse on them?
Is actually kind of scared to speak up after she went silent, kinda just stares at her like “what the fuck do I do”
“I’ve told Mammon A THOUSAND TIMES. IM NOT F*CKING MEXICAN”
(Oooohh Mammons gonna get his ASS WHOOPED)
“MAAAAAAMMMMOOOOONNN????”
Mammon💛
Could learn a thing or two from MC, had some strong clap backs
Is counting his money when OUT OF NOWHERE MC just starts incanting a literal curse
Literally has his quaking in his boots dude, like he’s genuinely terrified
He can’t keep up with anything she’s saying and feels like his time to die has come
Doesn’t say A WORD when she calms down, jumps when she starts apologizing for reacting like that
“W-w-what happened? ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )”
“I LOST 10 GRAND IN BLACK JACK! ITS FUCKING RIGGED!”
Is genuinely more cautious for a while, kind of traumatized him
Mammon thought it’d be a great Idea to take her to meet one of his witches, MC already didn’t like her but listen to this
First thing the witch said was “Aren’t you that Mexican transfer student or whatever?”
(‘Oooh Ms. Girl you fucked up’)
Leviathan💙
Wishes he could have MCs confidence, ‘how does she respond like that 0•0’
He’s reading Manga while MC just lost on the same level for the 5th time
Accidentally shifts to his demon for he got so scared
Has to whip his tail up and grab the controller before she could slam it, genuinely terrified for his well being
Once she calms down she goes to give him a hug, to help with her frustration
*PANICS* “I-I can h-help you with that level, if y-you want..”
MC watches as he beats it with ease and heaves a sigh of relief, literally such a stupid game
Gets just as offended as MC when somebody said “I went to Mexico on vacation once, what was it like growing up there?”
Will let her handle it and he’ll be her Moral Support <3
Satan💚
Loved that MC was always ready, he was like that too being the Avatar of Wrath
Is genuinely amused when MC burst out swearing because she got a bad grade, he actually thought it was hilarious
Thinks of like a game to keep up with everything she’s shouting, makes her more upset
“What the fuck are you laughing at juemadre de la-“
“You’re Hot when you’re mad, Did you know that?”
Makes her go silent immediately, why is he like this, making people wanna act up on DIAVOLO
When they’re BOTH mad at something it’s like a f*cking BOMB RAID bro
They both just keep adding more, even when Satans speaking a Demon Dialect and MC is speaking Spanish LMAOO
When an arrogant soul decides to purposely mislabel MC as Mexican, the fool needs to count his seconds with MC and Satan both getting on his ass
Asmodeus💞
Has always liked the spunk MC had, it entertained him to watch her bicker with his brothers
Surprised, but not happy AT ALL with the fact that MC could blow up like that
Gets on MC for lashing out, “MC! THIS IS TERRIBLE FOR YOUR SKIN, DO YOU WANT WRINKLES?”
Gets MC to tell him what made her loose her cool like that
“That stupid b*tch from class posted saying “That Mexican transfer student isn’t pretty enough to be this annoying”
Almost explodes as bad as MC did
“MS. GIRL SHE SAID WHAT? Lemme hop on Devilgram and end her career real quick💖”
Devilgram post- Asmodeus 19:34: “Aw sweetie, Not everybody can be as gorgeous as MC and muah, but don’t go trying to drag her in the dirt with you. Filthy🥱”
No mercy on the haters💔
Beelzebub🧡
Like Asmo, found it entertaining to see MC bicker with his brothers every now and then
MC just couldn’t keep calm anymore when she messed up the recipe she was working on AGAIN
Beel becomes more concerned than scared, ‘Is she ok? :(‘
Gets up to hug MC, hoping it’ll help calm her down a bit
She explains that she kept ruining the dessert no matter how hard she tried
“MC, it’s ok to do it wrong, because it helps you learn how to do it right :)”
She’s tried again, except this time with Beel to help her :)
Gets upset when someone defaults MC as Mexican, knowing how much she hates it
He may be a teddy bear but man don’t f*ck with his Chef
Belphegor💜
Thought MC was amusing with the way she made sure everyone knew she wouldn’t take any BS
MC just happened to stub her toe while Belphie was sleeping, and now he’s awake, and heated
“What the f*ck happened?”
Is actually more concerned than upset, she wouldn’t lash out like that for no reason
When MC explains that a picture of her in the RAD Catalog still ended up being there even though she made it clear she was against it
“Oh, MC- you look good in every photo, I wouldn’t be upset about it”
Assures her it’s not a big deal and then invites her to come take a nap with him
Will mean mug the f*ck out of anyone who assumes MC is Mexican, because he finds extremely disrespectful (as it is)
Might commit homicide if they keep saying Mexican but I ain’t no snitch
+
Diavolo♥️
At first took MC as disrespectful, but learned it was only when she felt she was being disrespected (then by all means, go off)
Surprisingly, Diavolo speaks Spanish, but he still kind of struggles to keep up
He’s just laughing the whole time too, like MC isn’t furious
Later, MC calmly explains just some random student pissed her off again
“Who is this student you say? Do I need to have a chat with them as the Demon Lord of The Devildom? :)?”
Dia actually admires how passionate MC is about her home country, agrees that it’s disrespectful to mislabel someone
Because he can, Dia starts to learn about Colombian culture and throwing parties just for MC
Starts saying shit like “politas pa la rumba!” (I’ll buy beers for everyone¿) just to sound cool to MC
Barbatos💟
Barb doesn’t understand how someone could be so beautiful but so hostile sometimes, overall doesn’t really mind though
Is surprised that such things could conde from MC, kind of chuckles thinking about it
He figured he should try and step in to calm the situation
“Is there anything I can do to ease you, MC?”
It ended up being that Diavolo was completely ignoring her and brushing her aside when he never did that with Solomon
Asks if she’d like him to talk to Dia about it, since he may approach it better than she will
Barb will quietly correct anybody who believes her to be Mexican, just so MC won’t have to deal with their arrogance herself
Takes his free time and makes dishes from Colombia, or Colombian themed cookies or cupcakes to make MC happy :)
Simeon🤍
Is trying to teach MC better ways to respond to idiots, more Angelic ways
When MC blows up for the first time in front of him, the literal shock she sent him into omfg
*GASP* “MC?! WHY ARE YOU SAYING SUCH VILE THINGS?”
Like, HELLOOO? SHE DARES TO SAY SUCH THINGS IN AN ANGELS PRESENCE?
Helps to calm her down after showing distaste for her words
“You’re lips are to beautiful to speak such sinful things”
Will go on to give MC a long but kind lecture about why exploding like that is bad for her Aura and whatever
Will politely make it known that someone was wrong for assuming MC is Mexican, does get a bit irritated though
He now goes up to MC when she’s getting upset, to remind her to breathe and comfort her with a deep hug :)
“See? It’s ok MC~ just breathe in and out for me, ok? :)”
Solomon⚛️
Will piss MC off on purpose just to see her pop off, he LOVES it
Literally her #1 cheerleader when she blows up, adding on to what she’s upset about
“Period MC” “No way she said that! What a fugly b*tch” “Right, she’s just a hater”
Hypes her up all the time, even when she’s obviously in the wrong
Sol needs ALL the tea, pulls up like “who we talking shit about?”
Will get on someone’s ass just because, now think about when someone mislabels MC😳💥
Gives MC a sense of pride hearing him say “Cagué” when he messes up a potion, he obviously picked that up from her
Luke⛅️
Gets kinda (really) scared when MC becomes a little aggressive
Actually bursts out crying because he was scared MC was mas at him
MC traumatized this kid so bad, he ran to Simeon like he was getting chased be some demons
“M-m-mom is really m-mad and *sobs* I’m s-scared *sobs more*”
MC IMMEDIATELY feels super bad because she scared away his soul
Simeon, having talked to her about it already, mouthed “Apologize now.” In a very not polite manner, kinda scaring MC too🚫🧢
Has MC apologizing PROFUSELY, trying to explain it wasn’t Luke’s fault
Once he calms down, they go to bake cookies like usual, except this time he’s sniffing the whole time :( 💔
I really hope this fit what you asked for :( </3
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skirt chasers
jjk x (f) reader
summary “Baggy clothes are in, but you wouldn’t know that, Miss I Draw Inspiration From Catholic School Girls.”
tags f2l, triple texting king kook, ncampus crush kook who is also the weird gamer boy, the skirt aspect is forgotten towards the end tbh, dumbassery is a disease and we are all affected by it, confessions SO CORNY it could be a 2005 teen romcom
warnings smut in the form of: unprotected sex, use of mirrors, mostly heavy petting as foreplay I’m sorry, mentions of Jk’s furry ways as a gag kinda, like an unnecessary amount of swearing
wc 7.8k
to make a long story short, i saw this nsfw gif and wrote this entire fic between 2 am and 6 am anyway i actually really like how this turned out!! lmk when u think
Part of the ideology behind the pleated skirt was in hopes that buying a new wardrobe would somehow help you rebrand your image around campus. Truthfully, it was kinda too late for that now; you’d been here going on three years, your friends and anyone with eyes could see that the style of clothing you leaned towards favored comfort over fashion. However, someone—it might’ve been Taehyung—had gone on a drunken spiel the other night concerning the importance of presenting oneself via fashion. It wasn’t aimed at you, but it certainly left you wondering.
Which is how you find yourself shivering to the bone now, lingering around the west quad as you wait for Jungkook to come out of an anatomy lab. He’s at that point in the semester where grades mean nothing and everything to him at the same time, so Namjoon’s commissioned you and your other pals to take turns babysitting him once a week to make sure he gets at least some assignments done.
You don’t know where any of you would be without Kim Namjoon.
Anyway, your legs are fucking cold and if this is what it takes to be known as the fashionably cute girl around campus, you’d rather choke. The imaginary sound of your bones rattling is cut off when Jungkook throws the door nearest you open, his big dopey smile engulfing his face the moment he sees you. He barely acknowledges the gaggle of students that follow after him, all calling out a chorus of goodbyes to him, because unlike you Jungkook was the cute, campus boy crush with his suave looks and comfortable fashion. God, if only you could pull off sweats and mustard-stained Venom shirts like him.
“Lets go,” you yawn, hands stuffed deep into the pockets of your long cardigan. Jungkook jogs over, slinging an arm around your shoulders and nearly knocking you into the emergency telephone you’d been brooding by. “You smell sterile again.”Jungkook grins.
“That’s because I was touching dead people again,” he informs you, too giddy for someone who’d probably fingered the fuck out of a gallbladder twenty minutes ago.
“Ew,” you whine, the sudden urge to shove Jungkook and his dead people germs away from you. He cackles in your face, and you wonder again how he single handedly enthralls half the campus population with a laugh like a seagull.
You’ve barely moved ten feet when Jungkook finally notices your vibrating body, and it’s only because you’re nearly convulsing with shivers at this point. “Woah, what are those,” he exclaims, eyes pointedly eyeing your legs.
You know your bare legs are a rare sight when Jungkook has to resolve to overused memes to refer to them.
“They’re my legs, and they’re fucking freezing,” you calmly reply.
Jungkook seems shocked for only a moment longer, and you almost think he’s gotten over it when he suddenly snorts and scares the shit out of you in the middle of the crosswalk. “Why the fuck are you wearing a skirt in this weather, you dinglehead?”
You shove him, and he stumbles over the curb, but you get the feeling he’d do that without you pushing him. Jungkook was clumsier than Namjoon on his bad days. “I’m trying to be fashionable, you hater,” you huff, not even bothering to say thank you when he pulls open the coffee shop door for you. “I shouldn’t have to explain myself to someone who doesn’t even wear the right size shirt.”
Like always, he’s one step ahead of you and hands the cashier his card before you can even reach for your wallet. Next time. “Baggy clothes are in, but you wouldn’t know that, Miss I Draw Inspiration From Catholic School Girls.”
“For your information I bought this from H&M,” you retort, though you can’t hide the flush that warms your cheeks at his comment. “Also, what's the point of working out your hotbod if you’re just gonna hide it under shirts long enough to be a mini-dress, huh? Riddle me that, Jeon.”
You flinch when your bare thigh touches the cold seat of the booth, something Jungkook doesn’t miss. “Your skirt is mad short,” he points out, and you kick his shins.
You’ve already got a Google Doc open on your laptop from last night when you and Jimin had been going ham on a psych essay, but you also have a Fashion Nova cart on another window that’s just begging for you to check out.
“Short skirts are just a concept made by men with lingering eyes to demean and belittle women who don’t submit to their every want and need.”
“Oh my god,” he groans, and you watch him muffle a laugh into his palm as he gets his own work out. “Do you think I’m gonna pull the meninist card out on you and call you a slut or something?”
You fake gasp, eyes wide and shocked as you give him your best disappointed face. “Jeon, how could you? I expected better from you.”
This time he does laugh, a dorky sound unlike his witch cackle from earlier, and you finally let a smile slip. Jungkook was funny, too sweet and kind hearted for his own good. A little dumb, but most cute guys were. He’s one of those guys who thinks girls are nice to him out of their own free will, and not because they’re trying to bag the campus hottie.
“Seriously,” he says once he’s pulled his fat anatomical reference book out, stuffed to the brim with worn scientific essays he’d printed out, and pictures he’d taken at every single one of his visits to the cadaver lab. His voice is earnest and genuine when he speaks again. “You can wear whatever you want, I was just curious about the skirt ‘cause you normally wear things past the knee and elbow.”
When he puts it like that you kinda sound surprisingly conservative.
You shrug, tapping away at your computer as if the sight of you in anything other than what he said isn’t really weird. “Just thought I’d try something new. Why, does it look too weird?” Your voice suddenly feels meek, and you’re not sure if your cheeks are warm from the chill outside or from something else.
Jungkook shakes his head, coconut hair bouncing from side to side. “Nah, you look cute,” he says, and then, as if an afterthought, adds, “weirdly sexy, too. Like you belong in a Brazzers video?”
“What the fuck, Jungkook,” you groan, sinking your head into your palms.
“What! You asked for my opinion and I gave you it,” he defends, too casual for someone spewing their unwarranted porn knowledge at you. You urge him to do his homework, drink his coffee, anything besides embarrass you further.
He does, but you don’t miss the goofy way he glances under the table one more time.
The pleated skirt makes it’s return three weeks later, this time accompanied by her best friend, the sheer pantyhose.
“Oh, who’s this sexy schoolgirl?” Taehyung exclaims the moment you step into the diner. Your cheeks flush red when the family beside you send you and your friends a disapproving look.
“That’s what I said!” Jungkook says as he gets up to let you slide into the booth. He has this incessant need to be sitting at the end of the booth just in case nature calls in the middle of dinner and he can’t usher the rest of you out fast enough.
(It almost happened once, and the sight of Jungkook shoving Hoseok flat on his ass had been too funny to forget.)
“Wait a minute, is that why you stopped using EOS and started using the Dove shaving cream?” Chaeyoung interrogates from across you. “So you could show off your sexy model legs?”
“No, Dove is just cheaper,” you reply, trying to sound as aloof as possible but if anyone at this table knew you like the back of their hand, it was definitely Chaeyoung. “Why can’t you guys let me live my best life?”
Taehyung scoffs. “Who the fuck are you?”
“Who the fuck are you?” You snap back, but your level of sass can never seem to match his.
“We all know your ‘best life’ would be spent in those fuzzy Cookie Monster pajama pants and one of Kook’s big ass shirts,” he points out, and you hide behind your menu much to everyone’s amusement.
You whine, “why can’t you all just be supportive besties and tell me I look cute?”
“You look gorgeous, babe,” Chaeyoung assures you, gesturing for you to pass her the sugar for her coffee. “It’s just weird seeing your legs out. Almost weirder than if you randomly pulled your tits out right now.”
Behind her, you can see the same mom from the family glaring at you guys. You lower your head in shame.
“For the record, I’m team skirt, but I wouldn’t be opposed to the other,” Jungkook adds after being silent for so long. Taehyung fist bumps him as you slap your hand over your eyes. At this rate you’d rather just put a paper bag over your head.
“We’re sitting on the same side of the table, so you’re supposed to be on my side!” You groan, and Jungkook shrugs mid-milkshake sip.
“I am!” He splutters once he’s gulped down the thick substance. “I just said I was team skirt, did I not?” His scandalized pout twists into the same sneaky little smile he has whenever Taehyung has convinced him and Jimin to do something stupid. “But I’m also a man, and therefore, a skirt chaser,” he winks.
From the other side of the table Taehyung’s eyes twinkle. “Bro, your mind,” he says in awe. He reaches over to shake Jungkook’s hand as if he’s just presented the table with some riveting discovery in the medical field, and the fucker has the nerve to look smug about it too.
“You guys are so stupid,” Chaeyoung whispers right before the server sets her pancakes down.
“Hey, have you seen Joon’s book? He said he might’ve left it—oh, Jesus, fuck sorry,” Jungkook says before whirling around to face the wall.
You turn from your bent over position by your bed where you’d been rummaging around for a book you coulda sworn you stuffed there last week. Jungkook’s blazing cheeks don’t register with you until you realize your favorite skirt is draping over your rear, giving him a clear view of your dorky star-printed panties.
“Kook,” you stammer, quickly jumping to your feet and brushing your hands over your skirt. “H-How’d you get in?” You ask for lack of greeting.
“Um, uh,” Jungkook stutters, eyes laser focused on some point on your wall. “Chaeyoung let me in.”
“Oh,” you say, and then silence falls over the two of you.
Holy shit this was awkward.
Despite being friends for going on three years, you don’t ever remember there being any stale moments between you and Jungkook. You were the type of friends that just clicked, never having gone through that awkward phase before. But you’d also never seen each other in any state less than presentable. (Being drunk at parties did NOT count, and even then, you’ve always been pretty collected.)
To know that he’s seen your ass, covered or not, tilted your Golden Friendship with Jungkook scale extremely off center. Your fingers twiddle at your sides, not really sure if you should mention what just happened or… what?
He coughs, and you snap back to reality. “Um,” he drawls, still not looking at you but at the socks you’d thrown off the second you got home. “Sorry about that,” he apologizes, voice soft and earnest in that Jungkook™ way that made all the girls swoon. “I should’ve knocked before coming in all rude.” He finally gathers the balls to look you in the eye, and the dude looks like a kicked puppy.
“No,” you wave him off, hands fluttering in front of you because standing like some Macy’s holiday mannequin certainly isn’t making this situation any easier. “It’s okay, the skirt—y’know this wouldn’t happen if I just wore pants,” you say, tacking on a self-deprecating laugh. It’s your turn to look away in shame.
Jungkook jumps at your words. “The skirt’s cute!” He basically shouts and you flinch at the sudden increase in his tone. Then you’re both left looking at each other wide-eyed again as he scrambles to assure you it isn’t your fault. “I like it, and it makes your legs look really nice, so don’t-“ he stutters, as if realizing the meaning in his words, “don’t stop wearing it...” he trails off, cheeks rosy. Your mind goes blank.
“R-Really?” You stutter, surprised at his compliment. It’s not like Jungkook never complimented you—dude couldn’t go fifteen minutes without telling his friends how much he loved them—but for some reason it feels different now.
“Yeah,” he assures you. “Makes you look nice, and um. Pretty.”
“Jeon Jungkook telling me I look pretty? Someone call TigerBeat magazine,” you joke, trying to ease the tension somehow. Your chuckle sounds awfully robotic to your ears, but it makes Jungkook crack a smile and that’s all that matters.
“Shut up. You know I’m not friends with ugly people.”
“Wooow,” you laugh, real this time. “How noble of you,” you retort, and he gives you his best snobby expression possible.
“Ya, you’re welcome,” he teases, and then suddenly remembers what he came for in the first place. “Give me Joon’s planner, I know you’re holding it hostage.”
You roll your eyes, and point over to the notebook on your desk that’s absolutely overflowing with sticky notes and bookmarks. “As if I’d want his nerd diary ruining the good vibes in here.”
“These good vibes smell a lot like Bath and Body Works perfumes, you cheapskate,” Jungkook says as he snatches the book off the surface. He’s at the door again, narrowing you with another faux uppity look when he adds, “this is a Victoria’s Secret Bombshell household.”
“Bombshe—you don’t even live here!” You huff in laughter, ushering him down the hall to the front door. He’s half a foot out the door when he suddenly whirls around, making you take a step back in surprise.
“The stars are cute, but I prefer hearts.”
He slams the door shut behind him so fast, that you almost don’t catch the smirk tacked on at the end.
You were many things, but a liar was not one of them. You couldn’t lie to your parents when you were younger and wanted to sneak out, to your teacher when she asked where your homework was, or to your friends when they asked you who you liked. You couldn’t even lie to yourself.
You’ll admit it, there was a time your eyes had lingered a little longer on Jungkook. When you would spend moments tracing the slope of his jawline, and memorizing the twinkle in his eyes. He was devastatingly handsome, and you would be blind not to see it.
But that was before you became close friends—before game nights at Hoseok’s became a regular staple in your schedule, before your little makeshift picnics in the quad, before you all became Park Jimin’s dedicated fan club (it’s a rotating unit consisting of whoever’s able to go to Jimin’s showcases).
Those fantasies of kissing Jungkook and going on dates were stuffed to the back as you became pals. As you’ve mentioned a million times now, Jungkook was the campus dream boy. He was hardly the skirt chaser he made himself out to be, too sweet and romantic for his own good. Besides, there was no need to be when the skirts flocked to him.
He’d had flings, and even girlfriends, in the time you’ve known him, but he rarely mentioned them to his friends. And even though you pushed that teensy crush aside, you still wondered how Jungkook acted with girls he was interested in, if it was the same he treated you and Chaeyoung, or special on an intimate level a platonic friendship could never be.
It’s the middle of the night when you first get a glimpse.
[1:21 am] jk wyd
[1:21 am] you sleeping , u?
[1:22 am] jk same anyway I finally beat world 8 in super Mario bros
[1:25 am] you omg the 1 w dry bowser??
[1:26 am] you wait u said u wouldn’t play w/o me :/
[1:27 am] jk u suck at Luigi and u know it
[1:30 am] you fuck u
[1:31 am] you ok but seriously what do u want I have a test tmrw morning and am pretending to be asleep
[1:32 am] jk damn ok can’t I just talk to my friend about my successes
[1:33 am] jk but if u must know
[1:33 am] you I must
There’s a lull in messages for a while, and you decide you should finally actually go to sleep, dabbing some spot ointment onto your skin before hopping in bed. You turned off the overhead light long ago, so the only light illuminating you now is the lamp by your bedside. You tap your phone once again right as Jungkook sends another message.
[1:40 am] jk you looked really pretty today
Oh. Your entire body pauses for a moment to process the sudden message, cheeks slowly heating up. You roll your lips in to stop the squeal that threatens to rip itself out of your throat, scrambling for something to type. But it’s the first time he’s randomly thrown something like this on you, and your brain feels like that episode of Spongebob when everything’s on fire.
Before you can send the jumbled letters you’d convinced yourself was acceptable, your phone vibrates with another alert.
[1:42 am] jk I know its weird to say that but I gotta make sure someone told u at least once today
Your heart flutters at the explanation, and you have to slap a hand over your face to get rid of the goody smile that overtakes your features. This time, you’re a little less thrown off and quickly tap out a reply before he can say anything else.
[13:43 am] you thanks kook :) was it the red skirt lol
You’d been experimenting with different skirts lately, quickly growing bored of the black pleated skirt you’d originally worn. Your latest trip to the mall had you coming home with a variety of colors and styles, like the dark red denim one you’d worn today.
[1:45 am] jk no!!!!
[1:45 am] jk maybe…
[1:46 am] jk ok yes you looked gorgeous
The tiny letters blink back at you, and you set your phone down for a second to smile stupidly at your dark ceiling. You only let yourself wildly kick your legs around for five seconds because Chaeyoung was asleep next door.
[1:47 am] you haha well I’ll make sure to wear it again for u :)
It’s only after you’ve sent the message that the last two words have you stuffing your face into your pillow to hide your embarrassment. Girl, what the fuck!!!
Oh my god, he could’ve just been friendly and polite this whole time. Jimin had said the skirt looked cute on you as well, and you hadn’t responded like this. All it took was a few compliments from Jungkook to have you dopily acting like a clown for his affections.
Before you can scold yourself anymore, your phone vibrates and you have to sit up to retrieve it from where you’d tossed it across the bed.
[1:50 am] jk for me? I’m honored :)
[1:51 am] jk anyway get some rest before ur exam!!!
[1:51 am] jk night cutie
You squeal, and Chaeyoung kicks your shared wall.
You liked to clown Seokjin for being the president of his fraternity. He was already a stereotypical frat boy, so it wasn’t that hard anyway; he came from money, was ridiculously gorgeous, and played on your school’s soccer team. However, behind that facade he liked to put up, he, too, was infected by the dumbass disease.
“Wait, are those your legs?” He says the moment you step into his frat party. Normally, he wasn’t prone to the same stupid questions that regularly plagued Taehyung and Jungkook (sometimes Namjoon, but everyone had their weak moments), so you deduce that he probably had some alcohol in his system to openly be asking you such a question.
“Yes, now give me whatever’s in that cup,” you brush off, not bothering to stick around to watch him not-so-subtly grope Chaeyoung as she enters behind you. You trust him enough to hand you a drink that hasn’t been roofied, but you’re also aware that Jin drinks like he’s trying to die three times over. One sip has your face scrunching up at the sour bitterness of it all.
There’s a loud cackle of a laugh that you’d recognize anywhere, and you turn to find Jungkook leaning against the staircase banister looking like a wet dream. “Someone lost on their way to Weenie Hut Jr?” he sneers, cheeks a nice rosy color. You flick his forehead.
You don’t bother gracing him with a reply, instead shuffling over so you’re stood side by side observing the party before you. Yoongi’s here, which is an even weirder sight than your legs being out, so you wonder why no one is talking about that. But then you see the way he’s trailing after Seokjin’s cat, Jalapeño, and realize he’s only here to make sure no one hurts her (she’s more important than anyone else here). You honor his service with another sip of Jin’s whatever the fuck mix.
“Wow, getting braver every day, huh?” Jungkook teases after giving you a very intense once over. He’s referring to the skirt you’re wearing, a little black circle skirt that flows around you like the first one you’d worn a couple months ago. Call it a tribute to the one that started it all. You’ve definitely experimented with lengths a little more, the one you’re wearing now brushing just barely below your ass. Appropriate for the frat party, but definitely not for your theology elective.
You hum, stepping aside as a couple makes their way up the stairs. You’re tempted to go tattle on them to Seokjin, but decide against it when you feel Jungkook’s fingers brush against your thigh.
He grins at the surprised little gasp you let out. “Pretty,” he chuckles, deep and seductive in a way you’ve never seen before. You were used to giggly Jungkook, and Jungkook who laughs like the stepmom from Cinderella, but you’d never seen this one before, the Jungkook who looked and laughed like he was straight out of a Calvin Klein campaign.
You giggle like a teenager at his compliment, unsure of what else to do so you settle on chugging Jin’s death drink. You only get a good three gulps in before Jungkook’s tugging the plastic cup away from you and setting it down on the nearest flat surface. “Don’t get all drunk on me now,” he jokes, eyes the teensiest bit glassy. He doesn’t look drunk, and he’s certainly not acting drunk. He might be a little tipsy, you think, because a completely sober Jungkook would never have the balls to tug you closer by the waist like this one does.
Your hands fall flat on his chest, warm beneath the material of his shirt. Not one of his super baggy ones today, but still a bit loose where it could hug his build. “What happened to the little red one? You said you’d wear it for me…” he questions, lips playfully pushing out into a pout.
You struggle to meet his gaze, focusing on the mole beneath his lip instead. “I, um, haven’t got around to washing it,” you stutter, absentmindedly shifting your weight from side to side.
“Really?” Jungkook presses, sounding like he doesn’t believe you at all. After a moment in which he ducks down to catch your gaze, he seems to accept. “That’s fine. This one’s cuter anyway.”
His words are emphasized by his fingers, tracing along the edge of your skirt while purposefully making sure to graze your skin. You shiver, unconsciously arching your chest into him. It’s only afterwards that you realize when Jungkook smirks in triumph. “Easy access too,” he murmurs, and your heart leaps in your chest.
“Jeon,” you whisper, hyper aware of all the people in this house right now. You’re standing at a point where everyone walks by, and the idea of Jungkook groping you in front of these people, some of which are friends, seems horrifying. “People can see.”
Jungkook’s Cheshire smile grows even wider, and you muffle a yelp when his hand slips beneath your skirt to grope your ass. “Since when were you shy?” He says, voice soft and lilting over the hum of whatever music is playing now. “Weren’t shy when you had your ass in the air that one day in your room.”
Your cheeks burn at the memory, but your core surges with a newfound heat at his wandering hands and teasing words. “Remember?”
You nod, tucking your head against his neck in a last ditch effort to hide your embarrassment. From here, your senses are bombarded with Jungkook and only Jungkook.
You feel him let out a long sigh. “Been thinking about you since,” he admits. “Nah, even before that. When you wore my shirt that one day after our balloon fight in the west quad.”
Your heart thunders at his sudden confession. The balloon fight in question had been a little over a year ago, a rallying effort from your friend group to cheer Taehyung up after an exam. After soaking each other to the bone with water guns and balloons, Jungkook had let you wear one of his stupidly big shirts home. So you’d ditched your usual jeans and shirt, wearing his shirt like a dress all the way home.
The fact Jungkook’s been thinking about you since then makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter.
“Every time you wear these little skirts, I think of that day. You, in my clothes, looking so soft and warm. Fuck, baby, you don’t know what you do to me.”
You glance around, and your soul almost leaves your body when you make direct eye contact with Yoongi holding Jalapeño across the room. He gives you that Yoongi look, the whatever you’re doing is weird but I won’t say anything because I don’t care look, and that’s your signal to stumble your way upstairs before Seokjin can see you two and scold you.
You’re not sure who’s room you end up, just that it has one and a half bunk beds in it, so you don’t hesitate to push Jungkook down onto the half. He plops down like a little cherub, all sweet smiles until you see the way his pants strain at the crotch. Of fuck, this is happening, you think as you climb onto his lap.
His lips envelope yours the second you’re in his arms. You’re not usually one to give into those John Green cliches, but everything about being in Jungkook’s embrace feels so right. Like you belong there, or whatever.
He’s a good ass kisser, but you shouldn’t be surprised. Jungkook was good at everything he did—such was a known fact. But he still kisses you like he’s trying to prove something, like he wants you to melt into him, and he succeeds. His mouth moves against yours, tongue sneaking it’s way past your lips until it’s inside yours, and you’re swapping spit. His breath hot, but you imagine yours is as well because just making out with Jungkook has your body temperature hotter than the inside of a sauna.
“Jungkook,” you groan when he pulls away, desperate to feel his mouth on yours again. He smiles, lips slick and cherried as he drops his hands to your waist.
“‘M right here,” he assures you, pressing a few pecks to your mouth before trailing his lips down your neck, deliciously licking and kissing every inch. You let out a choked moan, and you can feel his smile press against your skin. “Cute,” he croons.
“More,” you beg, fingers curling themselves into his hair. It’s gonna way longer these last few months, the front pieces almost brushing the tip of his nose. He looks sexy as fuck.
“At least let me stretch you out first,” he teases, face too cute for someone about to fuck your brains out. You huff in annoyance, snatching his hand away from its path to your panties.
“No,” you whine, and then shuffle forward to grind your center onto him. Jungkook groans, jaw tight as he watches you. “Just fuck me, Jungkook.”
His eyes roll back at a particular roll of your hips. “I-It’ll hurt, though,” he tries to reason, but his hands are already hiking up the back of your skirt.
“Make it hurt,” you mumble, so caught up in the moment that your eyes bulge out when he suddenly lifts you to your feet. “What’s wrong?” You huff in dismay, lower lip trembling at the thought of him changing his mind. He lets out an airy chuckle.
“Turn around for me, doll,” he softly demands, and not a single inch of you feels the need to go against him.
You’re met with the sight of your own expression, staring back at you from the closet’s mirrored sliding doors. It’s a little dark in the room, most of the light coming from a desk lamp on the other side of the room that had been on when you first broke in with Jungkook.
“So pretty,” Jungkook praises from behind you, and you watch in the glass as two firm hands snake around your waist, slowly easing you back into his lap. In the seconds you were distracted by yourself, he’d unbuckled the front of his jeans, the cotton fabric of his boxers brushing against your ass. “Gonna fuck yourself on my cock, baby?”
You nod, unsure of what to do with your hands. You needn’t worry any longer, your body naturally guiding you through the motions, until one hand grabs his thigh and the other grapples for the bedside drawer next to you. His fingers trace around your waist, hiking your skirt up to—only to reveal a pair of white undies with red hearts. Jungkook’s chuckle against your ear makes you clench your legs together. “Fuck, it’s like you knew this would happen,” he murmurs, and you can’t take your eyes off the mirror as you watch his fingers trace over your covered mound. “Did you?” He asks, breath fanning over your ear.
“N-no,” you gasp, hips jumping when he presses a lone finger to where your clit would be had your girly panties not obstructed the way. You’re embarrassingly wet just from kissing Jungkook, and his playful fingers only worsen your state. “Please hurry, Kook,” you plead, grinding back against his engorged cock.
“You sure?” He checks, and your bobble head nods have him muffling more laughter into your shoulder. “If you say so, baby.”
He lifts you up just the slightest bit to tug his cock out of its confines, and this is the only instance where you wish you weren’t looking at the mirror. His fingers dance along your skin again, tugging your panties to the side.
Screw it, just do it, you say to yourself before sinking down on his cock in one go. “Oh fuck,” you cry, head lolling back to rest against his shoulder at the sudden intrusion.
“Holy shit,” he sighs into your hair, one hand circling to the front of your waist, while the other creeps upwards to rub at where he knows your nipple is. If he were to pull your shirt and bra away, he’d see how rock hard your nipples were right now. “Relax for me, doll, I promise it’ll feel better if you relax.”
You nod, eyes squeezed shut as your body slowly assimilated to the feeling of being stuffed full. God, he felt good inside you. Fit every crevice of you pussy like he was made for you. “Jungkook,” you moan, and he hums in response. “You feel so f-fuckin good,” you babble, swiveling your hips much to both your pleasures. “Can feel you everywhere.”
He presses a kiss to your scalp. “Can you move for me, baby?” He questions, dropping his hands to your waist before slowly pushing you up so you’re not flopped against him like a rag doll. “Wanna see you bounce on my cock. You can do that for me, can’t you?”
You nod eagerly, desperate to show Jungkook how good you ride dick. You muster up the strength to sit up, one hand right around his thigh again, but this time the other one clamps down over his hand on your waist. “Good girl,” Jungkook praises, giving your hips a tight squeeze.
It’s like you thrive off Jungkook’s compliments, because soon enough you’re riding him like your life depends on it.
It’s a rhythm of pushing yourself over and over, thighs tense from the effort it takes to pull yourself away from his cock until only his tip breaches you, before dropping back down. You can’t entirely take the credit, because Jungkook’s arms are there, lifting you up before pushing you back down. Truthfully, he’s probably still doing most of the work in fucking you with the way you see his arms flexing in the mirror.
“Lemme hear you, doll,” Jungkook huffs, and you don’t hesitate to moan for him. It feels overwhelmingly good, his hands tight on your waist as they move you up and down, the material of your skirt bunched up between his fingers. What you’d give to feel them inside you some day, a day in which you’re not dying to feel his cock inside of you. “That’s it,” he grunts, and doesn’t even complain when your legs begin slowing down.
He picks up the slack for you, thrusting his hips up into you like you’re just some toy for him to use and discard. But the soft praises slipping past his lips assure you you are anything but. “F-fuck,” you whine, forcing yourself above and beyond as you begin to feel that familiar coil of heat grow tighter in your abdomen. “Your cock’s s-so f-fucking big!” You cry, and one look at the mirror let’s you know you look as stupid and fucked-out as you sound.
“Really?” Jungkook smirks, drilling into you like his life depends on it. There’s an embarrassingly growing stain on the front of your panties that you catch sight of in the mirror, and part of you wants to clench your legs shut so he doesn’t see. But it seems to do it for Jungkook, and he starts rambling about that next. “Look at you. Fuck. You’re ruining your cute little panties. Absolutely fucking soaking them with hot wet you are. I get you that wet, doll?”
You squeal at a particular thrust of his hips, feeling his cock so deep in you that your eyes momentarily go cross eyed. “Yes, yes!” You agree, bouncing yourself with a renewed vigor.
The answers please Jungkook, and he rolls forward until he’s pressing his tip faintly against your cervix, and your body damn near leaves your soul. “O-oh fuck!” You scream, body turning into jelly as your orgasm has you spurting hot cum into your panties and over his cock.
“Pretty even when you come,” Jungkook huffs, hips rocking up into yours for a few more minutes until he eventually comes when you roll your hips backwards. “Holy fucking shit,” he moans, finally releasing your skirt from the death grip he had on it.
You watch it flutter back into place around you, and you almost look like two platonic friends sitting together, but then Jungkook shifts inside you and your body convulses from the oversensitivity.
“Wait, you and Jeon finally fucked?!” Chaeyoung exclaims halfway through breakfast, which she had so lovingly prepared at three in the afternoon. “When? Is that why you made us get waxed last week?”
“No!” You flush, shoving another forkful of burnt scrambled eggs into your mouth. “We waxed our coochies before that, but I didn’t know we were gonna fuck.”
Chaeyoung blinks. She’s stupid pretty even with avacado spread on her cheek. “So do you have like a seventh sense on when to get your kitty trimmed?”
“What? No,” You scoff. “Seventh? What’s my sixth?”
“Knowing the exact moment Taehyung’s gonna throw up at a party.”
You accept. “Anyway, we just… I don’t know. It was at Seokjin’s third birthday bash last weekend.” She nods like she remembers anything besides sucking face with him all night. “We were talking and then suddenly we were upstairs and...” you trail off, glancing at your fake collection of succulents lining the kitchen window.
“Was he good?” She interrogates.
You flop back onto your chair dramatically. “Chae. He was so good,” you whine, and she slaps your arm in enthusiasm. “He made me ride him facing a mirror,” you spill.
Chaeyoung squeals. “Bitch!! Here I was thinking Jeon Jungkook was the poster boy of vanilla sex,” she pauses. “I mean, still pretty vanilla compared to the time Seokjin stuck it in my—“
You gag and she rolls her eyes. “Have you been talking since?”
This is the part where things get awkward, and Chaeyoung immediately senses as much. “Oh, honey,” she frowns, eyes furrowed in worry.
“He walked me home,” you mumble, toying with the tablecloth ends. “Kissed me on the doorstep and all, but besides a few texts, I haven’t seen him around,” you lamely finish. It’s been a week.
“Ugh, men are trash,” she spits, turning in her seat to play with your hair. “I swear if I see him on campus I’ll rock his shit. My older brother used to practice WWE moves on me, I could easily smash him through a table.”
“WWE wrestling is staged, Chae,” you point out. Chaeyoung was about ten thousand times more experienced when it came to men and their behaviors. She’s been played but also has played, so her reaction to you telling her about Jungkook is all you need to hear.
In all the scenarios you’ve ever had about Jungkook, him randomly ghosting you had never even been a possibility. The Jungkook from your imaginary universes either just dumped you, or awkwardly friendzoned you. But completely disappearing on you? Now that was some John Greene shit.
You’ve gone long periods of time without seeing him, like your freshman year you saw him one time in March. But even then he’d made sure to keep in contact with you, randomly blowing up your phone with Cup Pong and 8Ball requests.
He sent you two texts this whole week, and both of them had been to cancel your homework sessions.
You almost couldn’t believe you were living this life. The men are trash, love isn’t real, heartbreak can possibly cause death life. Forget John Green, your life had taken an unexpected Shakespearean turn.
“Oh,” you say the moment you step into Taehyung and Jungkook’s apartment, surprised at the fact Jungkook is there despite the fact he, y’know, lives there. In retrospect, you should have seen this coming when Tae had asked you over to help him decorate a poster for Jin’s next game. He’s never been to a single soccer match in his life. “Is Tae here?” You ask, looking every part the stupid bitch.
Jungkook’s cheeks had flushed the moment he opened the door. “No…” he answers, glances at the shoe rack behind the door as if to make sure. “Were you supposed to meet him?” Well no shit.
“Uhh, yeah,” you say, and it’s even more awkward than the time he saw your star undies. Granted, now he’s become very familiar with your underwear and what’s hidden beneath it. You would think such an encounter would bring you two closer. “I’ll just come back another time.”
“Do you wanna come in?” He blurts out before you can even turn away. You flinch at the sudden intensity of his voice, and then both of you are left staring at each other like cringey high schoolers. “I cut some cucumber slices with lime and that one spice you like.”
“Taíjn?” You confirm, and he nods. “I mean...sure, if it’s not a bother.”
Usually when you and Jungkook hung out at his place, you’d throw your bag across the room and flop onto the ugly armchair the moment you stepped in. Now, you’re awkwardly hovering by the armrest of the sofa, like this is your first time here.
Jungkook disappears into the kitchen to, you assume, get the cucumber slices. He comes back empty handed, and with a heavy heart. “I lied. There’s no Tajín,” he confesses, and you rush to tell him it’s okay but he beats you to it. “There’s no cucumber slices either. I just needed to get you inside to talk to you.”
“You act like I needed to be lured in, Jungkook,” you say, forcing a tight smile on your face. Jungkook visibly deflates at your tone.
“No, this isn’t right,” he huffs, dramatically throwing himself onto the couch. You jump at the loud groan he releases from his position, which is face stuffed into the cushion.
“You...okay?” You tentatively ask, clutching your bag even closer to your side. Jungkook shakes his head no against the couch. “Should I call Namjoon over?”
He sits up so fast you worry he’ll get whiplash. “I have a confession to make,” he informs you, doe eyes wide and serious.
Your brain processes for a minute before slowly responding. “Okay…”
At your response he jumps to his feet. “This may come as a shock, but I’m not a womanizer.”
You blink.
“When have you ever been a womanizer, Jeon?!” You nearly exclaim when you mull over his absurd proclamation. “Are there people who actually think that?”
“I think that people think that,” he stresses to you, running a hand through his hair. “Look. I don’t mean to brag, but I’m really nice and cool, and sometimes people think that means I’m flirting with them.” Valid point. “But I’m not, because frankly I’m terrible at shooting my shot.”
The fact he’s actually admitted it out loud leaves him devastated, and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Finally, something Jeon Jungkook isn’t good at.
“What lead you to that conclusion?” You carefully press on.
“Because,” he sighs, dropping back down onto the couch, except this time he’s sitting like a normal person. You sit beside him, close enough to the edge that you can just spring yourself out the door if need be.
“There’s this girl I like,” your heart pangs, even though the logical side of you can more or less guess where this is going. You’re stupid, but not that stupid. “She’s amazing, like everything about her makes me like her. God, she’s so cool, like everyone wants to be her friend, even though she sucks at Super Smash Bros., and burns her ear on a straightener at least once a month. But she’s funny and sweet, and makes me wanna join a clown troupe just to hear her laugh. And she looks gorgeous in skirts, and the way she rides dic—“
“Alright, that’s enough of that,” you interrupt, glancing at the coffee table decorated with Jungkook’s anatomy books, because you don’t want to look at the big dopey grin on his face as he talks about you and your dick riding abilities.
Jungkook grins, this much you can tell from your peripheral, before it drops into a frown. “Whole point is, she’s cool as fuck. And I… I think I might love her,” he admits, and you whip around to face him. His cheeks are as red as Taehyung’s current hair dye, which is to say they’re as red as a fire truck. You get th feeling you're mirroring his expression.
The silence following his confession seems to drag on an eternity, but truthfully, you and Jungkook both have the patience of a soccer mom of three, so he jumps to fill the spaces between you. “And like, I just wanna kiss her and hold her and watch her eat and cuddle her to sleep and hold her hand and buy her gifts, and I think I would die for her?—”
“Okay chill, Romeo,” you scramble to cut off that train of thought. Jungkook’s looking at you like you were the creative director behind Legend of Zelda: Wind Waker and the trailer released two minutes ago. It’s a weird reference but coming from Jungkook, it means a lot.
You don’t know what to say, but Jungkook beats you to it anyway. “There’s this girl I like,” he repeats, and your heart does nearly implode on itself when he reaches over to clutch your hand in his. Your hands are sweaty and fidgety from his confession, but so are Jungkook’s. “How do I tell her I like her?”
You gulp, before reaching over to smack at his bicep much to both your surprise. “Jeon Jungkook! How’re you gonna give me the best fucking of my life and then ghost me for a week, because you’re too much of a pussy to tell me you like me!” You almost want to cry, and you almost do when he wraps you in his arms with a delighted, warm laugh rumbling through his whole body. “You suck,” you huff, and sniffle once, and only once.
“Thank fuck,” he sighs in relief. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you friendzoned me.”
“The friendzone—“
“—is a made up concept created by men who feel like they’re entitled to women and their feelings, I know,” he huffs and you laugh. You push yourself away from his chest to meet his gaze, stretching up to capture his lips in a sweet kiss that quickly turns naughty when you feel the flex of muscles beneath your hands.
“Ugh, you beefcake.”
“I wish,” he snorts, tugging you back into his chest as he flops down onto the couch. You snuggle into him, the position all too comfortable in your skirt. The only reason you’re reminded of it is because Jungkook traces his fingers along the edge of the material. “You asked me why I workout out but hide in big clothes, and the truth is its so I can beat up any meninist douchebag that tries to slander my girl in her thot skirts.”
You sputter. “My thot skirts—you asshole! All my skirts are of appropriate length,” you defend, pinching his side and winning a giggle for your efforts. “That doesn’t even explain the baggy clothes part either.”
“Shh, your thot skirt is tempting me.”
“He made you dress up as a what now?!” Chaeyoung exclaims, fork clattering loudly against her plate as everyone in the diner turns to look at you two. You try desperately to quiet her, but the damage is done and even the server whose long since become familiar with your antics looks disgusted.
“Oh my god,” Chaeyoung sighs, her concern on everything but this public humiliation. “I knew it. I told you he got along too well with Jalapeño, remember?”
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Sugar and Coffee [8]
Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9
➜ Words: 3.3k
➜ Genres: 99.5% Fluff, 0.5% Angst, Pâtisserie school!AU
➜ Summary: It isn't hard to be a pâtisserie chef, but it's not a piece of cake either. It seems like for you in particular, life keeps throwing in one wrench after another. It always finds ways to make your sweets bitter. The cherry on top is Jeon Jungkook — a rival with a sensitive sweet tooth who always finds ways to complain about you.
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You always thought you would be happy to see him again.
To come face to face with the man who you miss the most — who you’ve yearned to see so much. Like reuniting with a close friend who you’ve lost contact with. Like rediscovering a piece of yourself that you had lost.
But you didn’t know it would be so painful. That your heart would be so heavy.
“H-hey.”
“Hey.” Seokjin smiles and your heart stutters but then constricts. It’s hard to breathe. “Are you on your way to class?”
You hold your books closer to your chest as if they could do anything to protect you. Your eyes sweeping over his features, trying to freshen your memories of him. You can’t recall the last time you heard the sound of his voice. “Y-Yeah. Are you?”
“I’m on my way to the library to meet up with some people for a group project,” he says casually with a good-natured smile.
“Oh. A group project already?”
“Yeah, I know right.” Jin sighs lightly, lips falling into a slight pout. “Well it’s my last ever semester, so it’s the last push.”
“Totally. I...get it.”
“I should go now before I’m late. It was nice seeing you, Y/N.”
You nod and without waiting a beat, he brushes past you, continuing down the hall.
You hate it. The way he looked at you, talked to you so nonchalantly, how he didn’t even blink thrice. Jin was friendly, but you know him — and he treated you the way he treats strangers. There weren't any softened gazes, gentle words. None of his actions had a trace of lingering feelings. His polite smile is the same one that’s reserved for mere acquaintances. Distant.
You’re no less than a stranger to him.
And as you watch Jin’s backside fading down the corridor, you quickly wipe away the tears that shed down your cheeks.
//
“You ran into him?”
You nod, toying with the hem of your sweater.
“That’s great news,” Jungkook murmurs from the corner of his mouth, preoccupied with choosing a game.
“Yeah, I know, right?” You're stiff, but he doesn't pay enough attention to notice.
You’re sitting on the floor of Jungkook’s dorm room, knees gathered together as you watch him set up. He’s finally cleaned up after you insulted him that he was a pig living in a pigsty, and he was offended enough to clean up after himself and do his laundry.
Jungkook switches on his PS4 and flops down on his small couch with the controller. He glances up at you when there’s ongoing silence and realizes he should say something more.
“That means there’s hope, right? If he’s willing to talk to you and all. I know a lot of exes who would run in the other direction.”
“Yeah. That’s true, I guess.”
Jungkook is optimistic. “If you keep talking to him, who knows, you might get back together before you even realize.”
There’s a loud knock on the door, someone’s fist banging on the surface. The boy in his gray sweatpants and black, boxy shirt sighs, gets up and opens the door. The person on the other side glares at him. “Dude, about fucking time. Was standing out there for an eternity.”
“Shut up, I literally took ten seconds.”
“Yea, but ten seconds we could’ve used playing. Hey, Y/N!” Hoseok grins, plopping down on the couch and stealing Jungkook’s controller. Jimin follows in, greeting you with a smile, and Taehyung and Yoongi are the last with the former harshly nudging the latter forward.
“Alright, alright,” Yoongi grunts quietly and then faces you with his hands dug into his hoodie pocket. “Y/N. I wanted to apologize for my behaviour last time.” He looks less sorry and more disgruntled and reluctant, but it’s enough to amuse you.
You snort. “It’s no big deal.”
“Okay, cool.” Yoongi exhales and sits beside you.
Taehyung shakes his head but redirects his attention to Jimin when he steals his favourite controller. “Hey, hey, hey, paws off, bro.”
“What?”
“That’s mine.”
“Who says?”
“I wrote my name at the back in pencil. Look. See?”
“You wrote on my controller?” Jungkook is outraged, snapping into their argument.
In the meanwhile, Yoongi scrolls through his phone and notices you’re blankly staring at Jungkook's old flat screen — the one he stole from his parent’s home months ago and somehow set it up here. “I meant it.”
“What?”
“I know it looked like Taehyung made me,” Yoongi mumbles, “Which he did. But I meant to apologize anyway. Eventually. I know I’m an ass.”
“You’re an honest one,” you admit with a small smile. If there was anyone who was going to be frank and truthful, it would be Yoongi. He won’t sugar coat it, won’t string pretty words together to make you feel better, so that’s why you pick him to inquire, “Can I ask you a question, Yoongi?”
“Sure.”
“Do you think I’ll ever be able to get back together with Jin?”
“No.” His gaze connects with yours. “You won’t. Usually people break up for a reason and that reason always stands.”
Two weeks pass by as you ignore the thoughts lingering in the back of your mind. You overlook it like an assignment on your desk that needs to be done or like that messy drawer you should clean out but keep procrastinating on. And it’s easy to distract yourself when the entire school is stirred.
Of course it would be. After all, the most competitive holiday was coming up.
“What are you going to make for Valentines?”
“Me?” You blink. “I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it yet….”
The atmosphere hyped — even the dining hall is louder, the air buzzing.
The holiday simply dedicated to love has long been replaced by alumni years ago and became a competition. After all, this was the place where everyone could make sweets after all. No longer was Valentine chocolates simply melting chocolate from the store and pouring them into molds — every single person here can properly judge the quality, taste, texture, flavour, and the presentation.
According to rumours, the tradition started between three people, specifically when a girl told her two potential suitors that she would become the Valentine of whoever baked better. It sounds like some ridiculous Shakespearean tragedy, but as people went head to head to win the affections of their crushes — it essentially evolved into a competition.
And at this point, it doesn’t matter who gives it to who. It’s who bakes it better.
“I’m still debating if I want to do raspberry possets or raspberry religieuse,” Taehyung hums, chin resting in his propped up hand, and he turns to his side. “Which one do you like, Yoongi?”
“Why the fuck do you care what I like?”
“Well obviously because I’m going to make it for you,” he giggles.
Yoongi glares. “Fuck off.”
“Who else am I supposed to give it to? You have no one, I have no one.”
“What about Jimin?” you ask, trying to hold back laughter with said brunette.
“He has his mom.”
“Hey,” Jimin whines, “I have the Valentine’s Day fundraiser at the hospital this year too.”
“So you’re not going to make anything for your mom?” he deadpans.
“Well, no.” Jimin pouts. “I’m going to make her red velvet cupcakes.”
“Don’t make fun of him,” you chide Taehyung and turn to the other. “That’s really cute, Jimin.”
Jimin grins, eyes crinkling into half moons. “Don’t worry, Taehyung can say whatever he wants. He’s just jealous my mom’s the best. She raised me all on her own and I wouldn’t be here without her.”
“Okay, I’ll admit she’s really nice,” Taehyung has a dreamy expression. “I miss her warm hugs.”
“That’s weird,” Jimin deadpans, pleasant smile switching into a face of comical disgust. “Don’t talk about my mom like that, dude.”
You laugh and look over at the sleepy man lazily chewing on his mac and cheese. It’s always funny to watch Yoongi eat. He looks physically pained to chew and swallow — you wonder if he would blend all of his food to just drink it if he could. “Are you going to make anything, Yoongi?”
“No. Who would I give it to?” He ignores Taehyung when he exclaims ‘me’.
You direct your attention to Hoseok and he shrugs. “I might...make lemon and poppy seed cupcakes or strawberry rhubarb shortbread bars.”
“For who?” Jungkook asks, brows raised.
“Uh, no one.” But it’s obvious that the answer is too suspicious, so he gives in with a sigh. “I owe Y/N’s friend, Aeri, a favour, so I’ll probably make something for her.”
“Ooh, I haven’t heard you talk about Y/N’s friend before.” Taehyung leans in closer, eyes glistening.
“Shut up,” Hoseok quips. “What about you, Y/N?”
“I...haven’t decided if I will or not. Maybe I’ll make something for Jin.”
Yoongi’s eyes flicker up, brow cocking, and you stare back at him blankly.
Jimin catches the quick exchange and intercepts. “You should tell Jungkook to make you his chocolate-covered strawberry cupcakes.”
“Holy fuck, I remember those!” Taehyung slaps the table, startling both you and Jungkook. “Those was so fucking delicious, I thought I was going to cream my pants when I ate them. I can still taste it.” He slurps up the spit that’s accumulated in his mouth.
Jungkook’s nose wrinkles. “No. It’s too much work to make that.”
Taehyung bats his lashes. “You wouldn’t make it for us?”
“That’s an even harder no.”
“Psh. Valentine’s Day hater.”
“Fuck off. It’s not my fault that the holiday is stupid.”
“You just hate it because you’re alone.” You pat your friend on the back. “It’s okay, Jungkook. You’ll find love someday.”
“Okay, fuck you too,” he spits without much malice, making Yoongi smirk.
“Jungkook just knows his small package can’t satisfy any man or woman.”
Yoongi’s insult rouses laughter from everyone and the man being grilled has his brows shot to his hairline. “For your information, I have a substantial size and I’m probably bigger than everyone here. Especially you, Mr. five foot nine.”
You blanch. “Gross.”
But while Yoongi doesn’t seem injured by the retort, Jimin’s the one who’s sitting straight and he whines, “Why do you have to bring height into this?”
They ignore him in favour of Taehyung’s questioning, “Really? Bigger than everyone here?”
“Okay fine.” Jungkook points at Taehyung. “Except you.”
You look between the pair of them. “Did you guys have a dick measuring contest or what?”
“We will not speak of the past,” Jungkook deadpans, making you laugh even more.
//
You know that you shouldn’t. With what Yoongi’s told you, with what you know yourself, you shouldn’t go out of your way to do something so unnecessary. You shouldn’t put your heart on your sleeve to get hurt again when it’s not going to be worth it. But in your life, there've been a thousand shouldn’ts and you’ve always grasped onto the one should.
It never hurts you to try, and that’s how you’ve made it this far.
“Hey, Jeon.” You catch up to him. Jungkook’s legs are unbearably longer than yours and when he walks fast it puts you out of breath within seconds.
Luckily, he sees you and has the decency to slow down. “What?”
“I need your help.” Jungkook’s steps slow even more until he outright stops in the middle of the hallway. He looks so apprehensive, you have an urge to slap that expression off his face. “Hey! It’s not like I’m not going to ask you to kill someone for me!”
“Yeah, well, the last time you asked for a favour, we destroyed a kitchen trying to temper chocolate. I’d rather you kill me, thank you very much.”
“Pretty please? Promise it’s not bad.”
“Ew, ew. Don’t look at me like that and stop pouting, you’re not cute.”
You frown at him. “Look it’s not a huge, huge thing, promise.”
“What is it?”
“Well, you’re Jungkook, World’s Best Chocolatier, right?” You nudge him with your elbow and it only makes him more suspicious with how you’re thickly laying down the praise. “And you know chocolate hates me. I definitely don’t know about it as well as you do either, so I need you to bestow your gifts onto me—”
“What is it, lady? Get a move on! I don’t have all day.”
“Can you help me make something for Jin?”
Jungkook pauses. He stares at you. Maybe his brain finally died — not like there is anything to die considering it’s always been a little on the empty side. But then he finally opens his mouth. “What are you planning?”
“Just something simple. Like truffles. What do you think?”
Jungkook hesitates, then he looks at you. “Fine.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
He waves his hand away, but you grin at him. “You know you’re my best friend, right, Jungkook?”
“Yeah, well, it’s something I never really signed up for,” your best friend mutters and continues walking while telling you that you’ll owe him and that means more notes from multiple lectures. But it’s worth it.
On the fourteenth, right on Valentine’s Day, you meet with Jungkook.
He audibly sighs when he sees you tie up the back of your apron. “What?”
“Nothing. I just can’t believe I’m spending Valentine’s with you.”
“I thought you didn’t care about the holiday.”
“I don’t. But that still doesn’t mean this isn’t lame. Whatever. The quicker we get this done, the quicker I can leave and avoid all this.” He motions around, but you know what he means.
Love is in the air and it’s sickening — couples were holding hands, kissing each other on the tips of their noses, rubbing their cheeks against one another, dialing up the PDA to an uncomfortable amount. But you can’t blame them. You and Seokjin were once like that.
“Do you know how to make ganache?”
“Do I know how to make ganache,” you mimic him mockingly. “Of course I do! What am I, an idiot?!”
“Well, you didn’t know how to temper chocolate so you tell me.”
You glare at him. You would mouth off but can’t risk him storming out.
The two of you gather the eight ounce semi-sweet chocolate, a half cup of whipping cream, cocoa powder and some vanilla. Jungkook helps you heat the cream to a simmer in a small saucepan, looking over your shoulder at every step along the way. While you’d usually mind the way he’s intruding in your personal bubble, you don’t want to get anything wrong.
“Make sure it doesn’t burn.”
“It’s not going to burn.”
“You said that last time.”
You snap. “Keep bringing up last time and this will be the last time you step into the kitchen, Jeon.” A second later, you’re begging Jungkook not to leave. But thankfully, he has enough mercy and lets you off with a warning.
The pair of you continue making the ganache, placing the chocolate in a bowl before pouring the cream and adding the vanilla to it. You allow it to stand for a few minutes before stirring it into a smooth, deep mixture.
You place the ganache in the fridge for half an hour to chill. In the meanwhile, you clean up the mess and wash whatever dishes you have. Jungkook, on the other hand, shows you Yoongi’s reaction of Taehyung proposing to him with some cupcakes in front of campus in which the former man straight out walks away.
Jimin who’s filming is giggling hard enough that the camera is unsteady, but his laughter is infectious and makes the both of you grin. Jungkook says he’s glad he wasn’t there lest Taehyung turned to him and started to declare his fake affections and cause a crowd to gather. Apparently it’s happened before.
When the ganache is ready, Jungkook helps you roll it into balls and dust with cocoa powder. You pull out a box you had prepared to place them in, and you could not be prouder when it’s complete.
It looks like a product that you could buy in-store. Simple yet elegant.
“All done.”
“All done,” you repeat after him, viewing your final product. Chocolate doesn’t hate you so much when you’re with Jungkook, you realize.
“He’ll love it.”
“Yeah….”
You can imagine it — calling out Jin’s name. He’d spin around, regard you with his surprise. You’d extend your arms to give him the box. You’d try to show through this small gesture that you still love him, but you wouldn’t speak the words in case the moment would be ruined. But with your courage mustered, you’d tell him that you miss him in your life. That you don’t want to be strangers anymore. Whether that means remaining friends or being lovers again.
But you know that it’s just your fantasy.
A delusion — your optimistic imagination running wild with the semblances of hope still left within you. A sweet dream you would have in your slumber only to wake up to reality. The grief of your heartbreak morphed into a wishful thinking. The image and scenario you’ve constructed in your mind is simply part of a chapter in your life that would never happen.
“He wouldn’t take it,” you whisper.
It's a truth that’s hard to face, that you’ve been running from and turning yourself blind to.
But you know Seokjin. After nearly two years together, you know the kind of polite smile he gives to strangers. You know how he treats acquaintances. You know when he’s being distant, how he acts when things don’t matter to him anymore. And you know that— “He wouldn’t….”
He would never take this.
He would never accept the chocolates you’ve made on Valentine’s. You would never be able to muster the courage to tell him how much you miss him. And he would never agree to being friends after your extensive history together.
Your head lowers, and tears drip down your cheeks. Jungkook is rendered speechless but you feel his hand on your shoulder. He squeezes comfortingly.
You sniffle, wiping your face with the back of your hand, and you take a truffle to throw into your mouth. You chew in your cheek and look at Jungkook with your reddened, teary eyes. “I-If he won’t eat it, we should.”
That’s how you end up on the floor of the kitchen with Jungkook beside you.
The two of you are leaning against the kitchen island, hidden away from the window of the door and any intrusive eyes peering through. The tips of your fingers are stained with melted chocolate — the fruits of your labour gone in an instant.
The realization sinks in. After months of what you’ve tried to keep a hold on it. Having hoped aimlessly that you could change this back around. What had shattered into sand and slipped between your fingertips, but you tried to catch it again. It hits you in an instant.
Harder than it ever has.
“It’s really over, isn’t it, Jungkook?” you ask in a murmur, in a broken voice. “It’s over.”
The relationship ended. Any form of a relationship with Seokjin is gone forevermore.
Jungkook turns his head, gazing at your profile. He pats you on the back.
He’s learnt long ago that he wasn’t very good at speaking, but that his words don’t mean as much as his actions do.
So in silence, Jungkook eats the truffles with you. It’s not bad, he muses internally. You’re getting better at chocolate despite how you never had a knack for it. Well, technically he made them but whatever, your effort still means something.
He chews and keeps to himself how the chocolate truffle strangely tastes sweet and bitter, like both sugar and black coffee.
#bts fanfic#bts scenario#jungkook fanfic#jungkook scenario#jungkook fluff#bts fluff#jungkook x reader#jungkook reader insert#jungkook as a cutie baking boy who doesn't know to deal with emotions#and oc as a person who has too many emotions lol#Y'ALL no spoilers but this is the turning point#cue the song past the point of no return
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Calling out TTYD “fans” 101 - A rant towards Origami King haters
S = statement
A = answer
S : iT’s nOt aN rPg
A : I know it’s what shaped the franchise, but that’s kind of a stupid reason. By that logic, then, like, 99% of every other games are bad.
S : bObBy’S dEaTh iS bUlLsHiT
A : He’s a regular Bob Omb, you moron, he’s no Bobbery or Bombette, meaning if he explodes, he dies, idiot!
S : tHe pArTnErS sUcK aSs
A : You could make that argument with the partners in the original trilogy as well, nincompoop. Like, 64′s partners feel like extra abilities rather than actual partners, TTYD may have slightly fixed these problems, problem is, only 2 of the partners feel like actual partners so not really, and Super’s Pixls are an especially bad example of this, since you get new Pixls every 10 seconds, it feels like the only Pixl that matters is Tippi.
S : tHeRe’s nO oRiGiNaL cHaRaCtErS
A : Yeah, ignore the Dancing Trees, Old Grandsappy, Mr. Sign (calling it a sign is just plain boring), Mr. Cottage, the “Elite Trio”, Olivia, King Olly, Handaconda, Endermen Clones, Boss Sumo Bro, and the Vellumentals. Soooo seen that before, am I right?
S : 7 hOuRs iN aNd iT’s jUsT pLaIn bAd sO iMmEdIaTe tRaSh
A : That’s not even an in game flaw, that just means you’re horrible at criticising. Go sit in the corner of bad reviewers with 5 years ago Jimmy Whetzel and JustALazyGamer.
S : tHe iNtErVieWs aRe wHy tHiS gAmE sUx
A : well hello there, Infinite’s son, I assume you never took those lessons from JK Rowling’s school of loving games and telling the creators to fuck off that I signed you up for.
S : pApEr aEstHeTic
A : That’s like hating Kirby cause he’s round. It’s stupid. It’s also hypocrisy cause the older Paper Marios have implicitly hinted the paper aesthetics too. Mario sleeping, Flipside, the transition to the inside of a house and the Curse Chests are great examples of this.
S : iT tOoK aWaY wHaT mAdE tHe sErIeS lOveD iN tHe fiRsT pLaCe sO iT iS beYoNd fIxInG
A : Calm down, bro it’s just a game, you’re not having anemia or anything, calm yo ass down.
S : iT pArT oF nEw tRilOgy sO bAd
A : Look, I know Sticker Star and Color Splash impacted your opinion on newer titles in the Paper Mario franchise, but that’s still a stupid excuse. Imagine if the world never tried apples. Would it be bad? Would it be good? Yeah, kinda the same thing.
S : iT’S nOt tTyD 2
A : And? You know too much of the good stuff can be grading right? Broaden your horizons, ninny.
S : tHeRe’S nO pOinT iN mAkIng tHis gAme iF tHe bAttLeS cAn bE chEeSeD bY tOaDs
A : Or you could, I dunno, learn the patterns of the enemies through trial and error? But if it still sucks for you after knowing this, I respect your opinion.
S : oLlY’s mOtIvEs sUcK
A : well, in all fairness, it IS violating origami law to scribble on it, but if you still hate Olly after knowing this, I respect your opinion.
To clarify, I was never on Tanabe’s side, nor am I on the side of the TTYD “fans” or the Origami King stans to begin with, I’m just calling out toxic, nostalgia blind imbeciles and nothing more.
Also, if you’re wondering why I didn’t call out those who think the soundtrack’s bad, it’s entirely their opinion, even if it sounds like there’s something strange with their musical taste.
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Twi YouTube AU?? 👀
dlgjk ok i dont have a coherent au idea i just like the idea of like.
alec being this confident youtuber man who does all sorts of shit, like funny vlogs and maybe some sketches with his siblings or some lets plays or something, idk, he’s just a popular youtuber like, idk, fuckin markiplier or something, you know, kinda does a lot of stuff. maybe some fashion/interior design shit? idk? but like. he’s pretty popular and if there’s any list on tumblr that’s like “some queer creators you should try watching” he’s always up there because he’s pretty open about being gay. maybe at first he wasn’t in the earlier youtube days but he had a pretty emotional coming out video and everyone was like “holy shit”
meanwhile magnus is like, a quietly popular youtuber, you know? kind of a niche audience, but with decent numbers. he does a lot of things, like vlogs about being trans. like, oh my god. magnus documenting his transition? would that even be a thing? wait oh my god is this mundane au, or is this canon? because twi magnus who’s actually a warlock with a youtube channel would be hilarious but maybe not a good idea. you know what? how about a mix. he’s mortal and was born in modern times and all, he’s like the same age as alec–idk why but i’m thinking he’s like a few weeks older or a month or two older than alec and alec jokingly teases him about being old–but he like…. still has magic, because why the fuck not. actually, you know what? fuck it? it’s an au where magic is just openly a thing. not even necessarily canonverse magic, just. some people have magic. magnus does little tutorials and shit, he has a real talent for it and he’s actually really powerful but he hides that. (possible plotline: some paparazzi discover he’s like, a level ten mage, and it’s a scale from 1-10 and 8 is the most powerful u get most of the time, there’s been a few really famous 9s and there’s been one 10 ever and that was fucking merlin. you feel. because why not. idek fuck.) anyway he has little diy make your own magical charms and weaving enchantment and safe summoning circles and tips for writing magical contracts and shit like that. he’s this cute little nerd but he’s like incredibly knowledgeable and he knows how to teach it in a way that’s understandable and accessible? and he answers questions in really clear ways, and he does amazing demonstrations that look so cool people accuse him of editing but he’s just That Good. and he’s like, actually a really well-published wizard/magic scientist, he invented the fucking portal, but probably under a pseudonym because he doesn’t really want the attention. (his last name is fell in honor of his mentor. yes. although if he does multiple ones he may or may not also use loss, santiago, rollins, etc.) anyway he’s just so fucking good, he has all these videos explaining magical theory in pretty easy to understand ways (maybe going from really simple to like “i understand the basics here and am ready for the technical terms but need an overview” videos you know.
also he doesn’t just do magic videos, because i said so. also maybe some blogs, and like. because i want to. some fashion/makeup tips. and it’s weirdly endearing because it’s not something you’d expect since he doesn’t wear makeup that often–although a) there are def gifsets of his full makeup looks on tumblr, and b) when he does occasionally decide to wear lipstick or eyeshadow or whatever, most of his fans are like omg yes!! u look cute! also headcanon: twi magnus wears less makeup in general but he still indulges in nail polish. mostly dark/muted colors on his fingers, but bright silly colors on his toes. NAYWAYWYA
also magnus bane is his chosen name because he wanted something cool and wizardy sounding and undeniably masculine.
also he’s so fucking sweet like look his videos are pretty popular because they’re just handy but he’s not exactly like, a super popular celebrity or anything, you know? but when he does meet fans he’s so incredibly sweet and he does selfies and he’s very appreciative of his followers? he’s so genuine?
and alec is way more popular–not that he’s not kind and appreciative of his followers. it’s just the thing is, magnus and alec are totally opposite sides of youtube. alec is friendly charismatic completely non-magical youtuber, he plays video games with his sister and like, does vlogs and reaction videos and shit you know. magnus is out here with educational tutorials and excited rambles about magical theory. (i feel like sometimes he accidentally starts doing groundbreaking research for a video and forgets to like, publish it first, and people are like wait what the fuck holy shit)
but then they fucking meet.
and a) they’re Instantly smitten. b) this will eventually result in the weirdest collab ever.
like NO ONE would expect magnus bane, tarot reader and tutorial on magic diy and shit, occasionally does makeup videos and little vlogs and talks about Issues sometimes, to collab with typical hot vlogger gamer man alec lightwood. but it happens, and somehow it’s the best fucking thing ever.
i’m not sure how their channels collide. maybe alec plays a game involving magic and magnus talks about all the ways it’s right/wrong but it ends up just being bantering and giggling and magnus may or may not end up leaning into him on the couch their sitting on and giggling as he makes a stupid joke with the character in the game and immediately everyone’s like…… we ship it
not that i support irl shipping but u know how it goes, everyones like “damn they’re cute” and they’re both openly queer so there’s that. i mean, still not cool, but you know
but really tho they keep doing collabs after that and become actual friends and both start kind of….. doing things for each other’s channel? magnus does a thing like “interview with someone who knows nothing about magic” and we just see a total mundane take on magic and honestly it’s really interesting for both of them, we have more “magnus, who’s an Old Soul and despite having a youtube channel is actually not that great with technology, raphael does all the editing, tries to play video games and kinda fails at it but he gets the hang of some of them”?? he likes puzzle games and mariokart, he does NOT like super smash bros because “THE CHARACTER NEVER DOES WHAT I WANT IT TO ALEXANDER” “you’re just jealous bc i beat ur ass” “you wanna play mariokart again, lightwood?!”
magnus does a tarot reading for alec, alec does a vlog with him just like “day in the life of alec lol :P” and there’s moments where he just comes up behind magnus like “hey what’s up” and magnus, who’s in rumpled home clothing, sees the camera and chuckles and kinda half heartedly waves it away, and the audience loses their mind at how cute he looks lkdhjgfh
they just become actual good friends, you know? it’s weird bc you wouldn’t think it would work but it really, really does
also on of alec’s fans at some point tries to make a transphobic crack at magnus during a livestream and alec goes OFF on his ass and it’s trending for the next week, the clip goes viral, it’s like “HIMBO GOES OFF ON HATERS FOR BEING TRANSPHOBIC TO HIS FRIEND/POSSIBLE LOVER?” and alec apologizes to magnus for all the attention it brought them but magnus is like “it’s okay, we can use this” and they end up using the hype to do one of those charity livestreams youtubers do and all the proceeds go to something like mermaids or the trevor project, you feel? they’re like “suck it transphobes look at all this money you got trans ppl” khjfgh
ok but eventually they do get together, not on camera, and while it’s slow at first and kind of secret (from the internet, not from friends and family) they’re also not super subtle. they know they’re not, but they’re just sort of like “it’s no one’s business, we’ll announce it when we’re ready”
and honestly tho they love each other so much
also i’ve just decided it’s not uncommon for strong magic-users, even like, level 4 or 5 and up, to have marks, so while his cat eyes are usually glamoured maybe he showed them after a q&a or in a vlog or something? and there are like. lots of gifsets of this, okay, and like, lots of thirst comments. which are like, this weird mix of slightly uncomfortable, really flattering/validating, and embarrassing (in a good and bad way). anyway, magnus has cat eyes in this au, because i fucking said so.
ANYWAY back to their relationship, they’re in love
how did they meet? maybe at a con they bumped into each other, or a totally random fan was like “y’all should do a collab” and everyone was like “what”
or maybe a mutual friend and fellow youtuber, meliorn, who is a nonbinary youtuber who fucking has a sword don’t question me, introduces them?
idk. but when they meet they hit it off instantly and flirt and end up getting coffee and they don’t date for a while (maybe mutual pining/misunderstandings like “oh he doesn’t like me like that, but it’s okay, we can still be friends :)” or something lkfgjhfgh) but eventually they end up getting together
how? no idea. let me think about it.
idk why but im thinking they’re filming at magnus’s apartment and they’re on his couch and just. late night. they’ve finished up filming but they’re still bantering and maybe playing some video game like mariokart or watching a movie together and just. magnus is leaned all the way into alec, just snuggled up and pressed close against him, alec ends up putting an arm around him, and alec cracks a joke or teases him and magnus sits up a bit to like, poke his chest or flick his nose (you know what i mean? like in an otp person a shifts, still kinda sitting in their lap, and is like [playfully hits shoulder or boops nose or something] and now they’re making eye contact and person b ends up pulling them into a soft kiss???) anyway THEY MAKE EYE CONTACT AND ALEC PULLS HIM INTO A SOFT KISS and alec almost pulls away when he realizes what he’s done but magnus makes this soft little happy noise and leans into him, kissing back, and they just end up kissing for a bit and when they break apart alec is just looking up at him with breathless wonder and magnus is looking down at him with that same soft reverence and alec blurts out something like “you’re magical” and magnus just loses it and he’s giggling and leaning against alec’s chest and alec starts laughing too and magnus can feel the vibrations in his chest and it’s just so nice and pleasant and wonderful and they may or may not end up making out
they have to talk about it in the morning when they end up falling asleep together in magnus’s bed, cuddled close, but they find, to both of their delights, they both want to date and be in a serious relationship and it’s so fucking good ok
they go to dinner and the transition from friendship to romance is a little awkward but so worth it, especially when they realize HEY IT’S BOTH YOU DONT STOP BEING FRIENDS WHEN YOU DATE. i mean like, they didn’t not know that, but it’s like, idk how to explain you know they’re kinda like “are we doing this right” and then they’re like “fuck doing it right we can keep cuddling on the couch and giggling and bantering over stupid shit and watching dumb movies and kicking each others asses in video games it doesn’t matter we just also kiss and have dinner more often and sleep together and also we may or may not be in love”
also they’re That Couple. they’re like straight to the honeymoon, they’re domestic from the first week. magnus is casually doing magic around the house (imagine: he just dyes his hair on a whim and grows it out a little bit and alec is like “i love u no matter how u style ur hair and stuff, and like, ur usual look is so fuckin cute and handsome, but also I Love This.”) but like he’s like (casually summons small ball of light to read book at night) (casually makes alec little protective charms–side note alec def makes him some of these too, but he asks magnus’s old mentor, ragnor, and two of his friends that can do magic, catarina and dot, to enchant it, since he can’t himself, and having magic woven by people who care about him will make it stronger. oh mhyhogfd) and just like. magic used to be something he mostly kept to himself (this def has something to do with his parents–his mom, who he thinks killed herself because of his eyes/magic, his birth dad who’s a powerful sorcerer–level 9, actually, and they think magnus is level 8 for a long time–who was an abusive fuckstick) and then he started doing youtube and it was a kinda show, a gift, something to share, but still not really something he just used openly in front of people he cared about (other than his close friends, since most of them do magic too anyway) but with alec it’s so easy to do that casually?? it’s so easy to just feel comfortable and safe????? yes
anyway they do eventually “come out” as boyfriends, maybe something short and sweet like just. a tweet of magnus sleeping curled up on alec’s chest and he’s like “god i love my boyfriend
they were already not subtle but now that they’re not hiding it they’re so fucking blatantly in love tbh. they do one of those boyfriend tag videos and it’s fucking adorable, at high request they do some couples games kind of videos, like the newlywed game and fuck marry kill (mostly on alec’s channel but magnus has a few, too) and it’s just HIGH QUALITY FUCKING CONTENT
also originally i was just thinking something along the lines of “in canon verse, twi alec is instagram famous/famous on social media and he gets cute tarot boyfriend and is like look at my cute boyfriend and then magnus’s small insta account mostly for his business gets a fuck ton of new followers and alec’s gets a considerable amount too” and now i’m imagining everyone from their respective audiences first thirst-following the other, then actually getting invested
but really tho they’re the internet’s hottest couple for a while it’s great
for some reason i’m picturing them doing a live tour now, with like, accessible tickets and magnus does magic live on stage and idek what else they’d do tbh but it’d be fun as fuck
anyway this au got away from me
me: i dont have any real coherent ideas
also me: [vomits a 2,500+ word ESSAY]
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Screw it
LAOFT from someone who’s never read the main story
100% of my knowledge of LAOFT comes from askes of @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors that I read and the one-shots I’ve read. Some of it will be right. Most of it will be wrong. Hopefully all of it is a hilarious, sleep-deprived mess.
Since there’s a good chance I’ve got at least a few bits of plot right there are some spoilers herein so beware weary traveler who really should just skip past this mess of a post.
Sleep-deprivation baby let’s go.
The basics:
Setting: Wickhills
Creepy fae town
I think it’s based in Ohio. Maybe. Probably. idk
Tho if you came here for exacts buddy oh boy I have bad news for you
I digress
I think the description of the first part says smth about the people not minding having their things stolen
Except for uh I think her name’s May Gage
Ro’s Mom?
I think
NO WAIT
Description has to do with Dot Sanders
Mum of Lo and Tho
Will talk about them later but I just had to get that straight first
Even tho there’s, like, nothing straight in this AU
I think the main plot problems arise, originally, due to miscommunication
Or lack of communication
All I know is in the drunk history of Wickhills that I barely remember there was a mention of them not communicating and that basically dooming them
And y’all... lots going on around here
Lots
So uh we’re jumping into characters now here I go
Virgil Lastnamesmth:
No I don’t know his last name and no I’m not going to learn it just for this post
It’s Lastnamesmth now deal with it
I think he’s Spider King
Or smth like that
He rules the forest
After he gets out of his magic coma
He’s in that for a long time tho
100 years I think?
And uh I think Durant did it to him but we’ll talk about the devil in a snake suit later
He got put in a protective coffin by... I want to say Greta but ngl I know nothing about Greta.
She may be one of Vi’s sisters
He has a LOT of siblings actually
Many are spider sisters I think
And I think Elliot and Thomas are also his siblings in a way
Maybe
idk
Again don’t trust what you read when it comes from me peeps
But he’s super powerful
And I think he’s in the winter court
Whatever that means
I know courts exist for the seasons, and I’m reasonably sure Virgil’s is Winter, but that’s about it
He has magic but I don’t think he used it in any of the one-shots I read so what do I know
Well he does in one
That one where Logan gives his full name
That one was good I quite liked it
Well actually they’re all good I like all the ones I read
Back to Virgil
Hates parties which is a mood
He has to host them tho
Being Spider King is cool other than that bit I gather
And the part where the court gossips about you but oh well I suppose
I believe he’s autistic too
Or at least written with a lot of autistic traits
Is that how you say it? Autistic traits sounds wrong
Can fae be autistic? Or just like it?
Y’know what fuck it fae can be autistic and the only one allowed to @ me about that is the author screw off haters
I think the rest of what I have to say can live in the misc section
NEXT CHARACTER
Roman Gage:
I’d like to start with I love him and every time I think about what little I know of his backstory I want to cry
idk how he ended up in an abusive relationship but I know he did
And he’s such a good boi
He doesn’t DESERVE IT GODSDAMNIT
Only Vi would get me this emotionally invested in characters I only sorta know I swear
So yeah
Current Ro still has some problems with that
For very obvious reasons
And yet!
He is a gentleman and a knight and a champion and a prince
Yes that is a direct reference at that one one-shot shhh
His family is also one of witches right
He has a familiar
Tis a cat named Dizzy
I only know about Dizzy from like one fic tho so that’s all I can say about her
Dizzy can talk too in case that wasn’t clear
He made a potion in the microwave despite knowing that he probably shouldn’t and I think that’s a good summary of his character
I think he found Virgil first
At the very least he did find Virgil
He’s a human who found a hot dude in a glass case crawling with creepy crawlies and thought ‘ah yes the perfect place to spend all my time’
Sounds legit I’m sure
I don’t know how this lead to him in a bad place with the motherfucker also called the Serpent King
But it did
But in the end he got glass coffin boy and two others so at least he’s got that going for him
We move on once more!
Patton Uh what’s Remy’s last name again I think it’s that:
Or it isn’t
I said it before I’ll say it again:
Looking up info for this defeats the point
Deal with my horrible misinformation
He got a gift from White!
I believe this is because his Mum saved her or something
The problem?
Uh
The gift is also a curse
Because while it’s incredibly written that’s the cliché folks
People have to do what ever he ‘orders’
Basically anything that techincally demands something from the other
Including things like ‘stop’ which is like one-hit KO murder word
Patton had a nightmare about that
That was a fun one-shot
Though if you could just like kill people on accident I guess I’d have nightmares ‘bout it too
He’s the other human of the trio plus one
No I don’t remember the word for a group of four people and no I’m not going to look it up
A Professional Cuddler according to that one fic where the description’s like ‘Patton thinks he’s got the best seat in the house’ or whatever
There’s one fic where Emile help him put make-up on
Wowsers
That fic was fun to read because he flustered ALL his bfs
No question
What else what else
I think he’s got a bodyguard
Named... Bell???
Maybe???
Okay I think that’s most of my Pat knowledge
ONWARDS
Logan (Berry) Sanders:
Yes adding the Berry was very important
It’s a huge part of that name fic
And I like it so
Deal with it
He’s a fae
I believe a changling to be exact
And a selkie
He’s... spring court...?
He was replaced for Thomas in typical Changling fashion
But then Thomas came back (I think Dot got Tho back idk) and suddenly he had a brother
He has nature magic of some form
But his best power is his flower power
He can’t control it and I love it so much
I don’t even KNOW what each type of flower appearing means 9 out of 10 times but that doesn’t make me any less happy about it
*Sigh*
I wish I sprouted flowers at random...
I think he’s also autistic
He and Virgil occasionally bond over that it’s sweet
Like with the painted nails tap tap tapping
Or the singing walls
I know something happened to him
Something relating to something stupid Ro did
I think that’s the stupid thing that got Ro forced to be with the dick that is Deceit in this
But I honestly don’t know what happened to Logan
Hmph
He can be a nervous boi
That fic where he tried to say I love you with his notecards?
Love that one
...Twenty-five percent of this is just me randomly complimenting Vi’s one-shots ain’t it
Huh
Oh well
No regrets
I just realized I use ‘Vi’ for Violet and Virgil interchangeably
That may be problematic but screw off if you think I’m going to change anything
That’s too much effort
BACK TO LOGAN
He has a honey problem from that one fic I read
Where he gets real sappy about his bfs to Thomas
Not like a bad problem
Just a ‘maybe he should stop drinking it if he wants to pretend he has dignity’ problem
Okey-dokie I’m moving on to his bro now
Thomas (Bug) Sanders:
Lo’s incredible brother
And when I say incredible I mean it
Very nice
Will squish Logan when needed
Actually will squish anyone when needed
He has a Squish Instinct
Also has Brother Instinct and no it’s not the Cain Instinct
It’s the opposite
Will Fight if you try to hurt Lo from what I can tell
I think he also had a monster in his head
The monster has a longer name but I can’t spell it so I won’t try
This fact is based on One (1) one-shot where he has a weird freak out
That’s also the fic I base my belief that he’s somehow Virgil’s brother on
But no promises
The fic starts with italics and bolded lines interchanging
I don’t remember the name tho
If you haven’t already figured out I’m not going to look it up you’re even more sleep-deprived then I am
But yeah Thomas is great
Teases Lo about his crushes like a good bro
Helps Lo when he’s panicking or freaking out or something
Even when Lo’s at college
I don’t know as much about Tho so let’s leave it there
Onto the Monster
Durant (is that his name idk) Monsterunworthyoflove:
His last name is Monsterunworthyoflove because that’s what he is
I know almost nothing about him actually
They call him ‘he’ a lot because I think trigger reasons
But honestly he also doesn’t deserve to have his name spoken
He was the Snake King
Maybe Serpent King
Eh idc
I believe he put Virgil in magic coma to rule as King
I think they were brothers but idk
HE SUCKS
I think he’s dead
I wish I knew how or by who’s hand but he is
He got a coffin in the ground which I think if unfair
Let the worms devour his flesh and let me make his bones into my furniture
I am a part of the Kill Durant Again squad only because I missed my chance to kill him first
Like I said I know little about him
But he put the abusive in Roman’s abusive relationship so honestly fuck him to Hell and back and then do it again for good measure
Every time I read a scene with Ro being uncomfy because of him
I want to strangle him
I fucking mime the motions
Violet honestly props on making such a hate-able character
I could talk about him more because I do know a few other things
But honestly the fact he’s not real and my dream to choke him slowly is therefore impossible makes my skin crawl
I hate him so much it’s not healthy so we’re moving on
To minor characters!
Minor Characters:
As in characters I know very little about
I guess they could be vital characters
REMY
MY BOI
I know he’s a classic badboy who will die if Emile kisses him and I love him
Also he’s super smart with his moonshine and I’m so proud
I love him so so so so much and I barely know him
Good job Violet you wrote him well and I love you
Emile is also great
Remy has protected him for wearing skirts because Rem’s a good boy and he’s RIGHT
Emile feels bad for treating Patton bad in the past I think
Hence that one make-up session
Emile also crushes on Remy hard the remile in this AU is on point man
Elliot exists
I think they’re Virgil’s sibling. Somehow. Maybe
I read one one-shot that focused on their relationship with Vi and that’s all I know about them
Mawmaw (Mamaw? mawma? I’mma just call her May. If she’s May. I think she’s May) is Ro’s Mom.
Also a witch I think
Really tough but she cares
Dot is super nice
She’s Lo and Tho’s Mum I think
I don’t remember the one-shots with her in them well but she’s always sweet
Okay there’s this one character who’s name starts with an E
I think she’s Logan biological mom
Logan cut a knot he had with her or smth
Apparently she’s awful and Vi would kill her but it would have a bad mental effect on Ro for... some reason
he got pale when the idea was brought up idk
I would have thrown her in forever prison if I couldn’t kill her but that’s just me
She placed a curse on Lo that stopped him from leaving Wickhills I think
Or smth
Lo broke the curse tho so what does it matter
Linda is the LAMP’s daughter??? I think???
I... haven’t actually read the fics she’s in so idk
But people really seem to love her so that’s neat
Out of minor characters so we progress to my fav part about the series
Gay bois:
Aka the LAMP gang
They’re so gay guys
The gayest gays
I like to think I can write decent gays
But these???????
They barely have to look at each other before they’re dead, murdered, killed by the mere beauty of one of the others
I LIVE FOR IT
In the one-shots I’ve read they’re either completely 100% fluffy gays
Or gays helping each other with one Trauma or another
But they still end up gay-ing over each other in the end
and the KISSING
as an aroace I generally find kisses meh or ew
But these gays
All they want to do is kiss
Sometimes it’s tender and sweet and loving
More often than not tho the kisses are like
‘If one of you didn’t manage to barely hold onto a brain cell throughout the gay you’d be fucking in public’
I am repulsed to write that sentence but it’s TRUE
...I think
Note: idek the difference between passionate but just passionate kisses and passionate about to get steamy kisses
Because you know
aroace
But the main point:
I find kisses meh
But these gays very clearly illustrate how beautiful kisses can be and I think that’s wonderful
Also I just generally love LAMP and this is good good LAMP A++ Vi
They’re so gay and loving and protective of each other
They really deserved their own category
Onto the final section
Misc:
Aka stuff that doesn’t fit in the other sections and/or stuff that did fit in the other sections but I forgot about it and am too lazy to put where it belongs
I realize now that Remy and Pat do not have the same last name
They’re not brothers (I don’t think......)
Does Pat’s last name start with a W?
That sounds right
Fug me if I know what Rem’s last name is tho
Where do they all live
I thought only Vi lived in fae land
But I think Pat may live there too
But Lo lives in non-fae land???
idk
Also fae land is called fairyland and I can’t tell if that’s it’s actual name or the name one of the Bois gave it jokinly
Because if fairyland is it’s serious name, that’s hilarious
No shade Violet I’m just easily amused
Y’know I always forget how young these bois are
Then I remember Lo’s not even 18 by the time the after main plot one-shots come in to play
So like
Damn son they young
I feel double bad for all of them
Triple bad for Ro- the Serpent King’s head will be mine I swEAR
I think Ro’s been a knight twice
Tho if you ask me he’s only been a knight once
Because I refuse to associate him in any way to the dick that is Durant if I can help it so he’s only ever been Vi’s knight suck it
Apparently like almost all of Wickhills hate the Sander bois
Probably the LAMP crew too idk
What I mean to say is despite how desperate I want to live there a lot of Wickhills’s residents are jerkwads
I think I saw a post where Lo can do photosynthesis and idk if it’s a shitpost or not but in this mess of a post I have decided it is canon
Mainly because that’s cool and I would like to do photosynthesis
A new one-shot I didn’t read has sparked a lot of askes about a Matt
I believe this man to be Pat’s father
But I can make no promises as to the accuracy of this belief
Did Linda come out of a tree?
idk why but I feel like she did
That’s weird man
How do you come out of a tree
(me @ me: ‘you could... you could read the fic and find out’
So turns out I can shut the hell up
I am a bitch who understands nothing)
And I have ONCE MORE gotten off track oof
My favorite part of reading LAOFT is all the fae knowledge I learn
Really has sparked my interest in fae
Even if I’ll never know enough to do anything with it asfsdfb
Plus apparently Vi just sprinkles in her own fae lore here and there
Which is super cool
But also means if I tried to write something I’m quite sure someone would be like ‘umm this isn’t true’ and I would feel played
Also what is up with Vi and Lo and rainfall
In that one fic where they hide in a tree and Logan senses a raindrop
His skin breaks open and sews itself together????
wtf????
So confusion
But hey guess whose bitch’s fault that is
*finger guns at a mirror*
ELDRITCH MONSTORITY
That’s not at ALL how you spell it but that’s it that’s the thing that was in Thomas’s head
Go me for remembering it
Fae land has a lot of customs and I know very few of them
Tho I do adore that one Flirt fic
Poor poor Virgil
Oh yeah Logan can make these super cool bushes
I know he used one rose bush when fighting someone who’s name started with a Mrs/Miss
Yes I know the first name wasn’t actually Mrs/Miss
But all I know of her name is Mrs/Miss something
And he used another bush against some idiot of a fae who grabbed Patton
By the way go protective Lo go
Like they can all get crazy protective of each other and I LIVE for it
ROMAN HAD HIS MEMORIES SPLIT UP??????
I mean I knew about a Night Roman and a Day Roman but I thought that was
like
a metaphor
Like Roman acted differently during the night because he was stuck with a monster whom I shall revive simply to kill again
And he was trying to be separate from that person??
Or something like that
But NOPE
Serpent King is a Bastard of a being and I would happily crush his wind pipe beneath my foot
I hope the most amusing part of this sleep-drunk post is my different names for Durant the Dead Bitch because I am having fun insulting him
Okay listen peeps that is not even CLOSE to everything about this series but I wrote this over a couple of days, and my memory of what has been written and hasn’t been written is nonexistent, and if you think I’m rereading this to edit, you’re a fool (no offense) so like. We’re just gonna do a wrap-up summary and call it good.
Summary: Gay fae messes who should figure out the value of communication get themselves in a LOT of shit because of their lack of said communication.
Also, final apologies to Violet, because LAOFT has incredibly deep, rich, intricate lore and my response to this lore is to grossly misrepresent it and also write this while I’m in the constant state of being sleep-deprived, and more or less acting like I’m drunk or smth
So uh. I hope this was amusing.
#the cryptid speaks#the cryptid is a fool#tired I am#won't stop me from doing this tho#laoft#violet#I have no apologies#also#no fact checking#because we die like men#swearing tw#long post#really#very very long post beware#and almost all of it is my stupid ramblings#violence tw#tell me if I need to tag something I forgot about and it will be done
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One Night Only 2, Part 5
Dedicated to @muse-of-mbaku and I should've been did this a long time ago. I sowwy. Word Count: 5,290
Warnings: Softboi!Erik, Smut
Erik blinks slowly before touching his locs in a reaction that has come to mean he's not completely sold on your idea or thought process and you should think it through. "Aight so.. your plan is to fly Corey out here to the house to force him to talk to Anaya, but you say he ain't tryna see her or be around her for more than, what, ten seconds..," Erik's brow wrinkles.
"It's because he's emotional," you sigh shaking your head flippantly. "He cries easily when it comes to her and Anthony. Then he feels like a babyback bitch so he doesn't want anyone to see that side of him, but that's just how much he loves her. Which is why he needs to talk to her face to face," you gesticulate. "So I just need you to talk to him and convince him to come here because he might listen to advice coming from another quote-unquote alpha male."
He licks his lips, brow furrowing. "Watch yourself," his eyes twinkle. You offer your hand in relent.
"Chill moe. He's stubborn is all I mean, but that's another reason you could talk to him, y'all have that in common," you cheese. His brows go up in playful warning before you get serious again. "No, but you know as well as I do they belong together. They know it too, they just need to be reminded. I can't handle both of them, I can only hold one at a time. If one walks away I need you there to keep the other from leaving."
"Oh, like that?" He leans back on his elbows looking up from the bed at you as you plot your intentions.
"Bro, like that. Hopefully it doesn't come down to it, but knowing Anaya's temper and Corey's level of petty, it might."
Pulling out his phone. He dials a number and puts it on speaker. It rings twice before Corey's lazy voice picks up.
"They done got to you bruh?"
"My girl sad cuz your girl sad and it's cuz'uh you. Bring ya ass and fix it... Tired of this shit."
"Niggas got work."
"Not no more, we all held up off our schedules for this hoe shit. Get on a plane, you know the address. Don't make me have to come get you."
"Oh you tryna hoe me now? That's cool then, buy me another pair of sneakers when you touch down, bitch."
"Nigga fuck you," Erik's face scrunches.
"Since we hoein' an'shit.. yup. Hit my cash app. Have my gift in hand or be prepared to get that ass beat. Give a fuck if you a rapper nigga."
Just as you're about to step in because the conversation is getting way out of hand, you shut your mouth.
"Whatever bitch, you heard what the fuck I said. Get here," Erik mumbles.
"I said I'm coming, damn."
Corey hangs up and Erik balances the phone in his palm looking at the screen before turning his attention back to you. You don't know what the hell kind of communication that was, but if that was how they communicated, it had nothing to do with you.
"He'll be here.. What you gon' tell Anaya?"
"ANAYA ALREADY HEARD," a muffled voice fogs through the wall. Her room is a few doors away but she is nosey as hell in the next room. Erik's hard squint toward the wall only rips the sputtering snicker roughly from your lips. He's not used to people being nosey in his house.
"My bad," you almost snort when he wipes the particles from his face and stares at his hand like how dare you spit on him. "Stop, it's not poisonous. Lick it," you prompt pushing his hand to his face. He turns away like a baby not wanting the food you're pushing but he doesn't do that when he's kissing you. He leans backward on the bed seemingly to avoid you, but you see where this is going. You climb on top of him and like you suspected, he grips your ass with his free hand while you wrestle with his other thick hand trying to force it near his mouth as he snickers. You have every intention of playing along with his game. "LICK IT," you yell pushing his wrist as he tilts his head. You can feel him getting semi-hard beneath you.
"There are children in this house," Anaya yells through the wall.
"They ain't mine," Erik yells back before flipping you so that he's on top. The sloppiest kiss is what follows and then two chaste ones on your tongue since you refuse to put it back in your mouth.
"What you wanna do about the leaked number," he asks pulling back. You'd already gotten it changed, but you didn't know who posted the number onto twitter in the first place. If it wasn't Armont it had to be a business contact. You doubted it was anyone really close because they could've done it at any point and this seemed like too late in the game for bullshit like that to occur. You hadn't even seen the tweet in question though.. and you'd searched your name and your fan created hashtag #y/ngang.
"I just want to know who did it so I can move on without being paranoid. I can't even find the tweet they said was posted. I think it was deleted," you admit.
"You know damn well shit don't just disappear on the internet," he mumbles sitting up completely to dial another saved number and putting the phone on speaker. "Erik," the voice greets in a professionally chipper tone. "Quentin," Erik responds dully. "My girl's number was leaked on social media and that's a problem for me."
"Safety concerns, I get it," Quentin offers. "Shouldn't be too hard to figure things out. Did she change her number? That's the first thing I'd recommend."
"Yeah she got a new number, but I still need to know who's responsible for this leak or she can't give her new number out like she needs to. It's affecting her career and her lifestyle therefore it's a serious issue for me, you feel me?"
"Oh absolutely! Uhh, what is her account handle? I can check things out and call you back."
Erik gives him the necessary information and hangs up. "That's two problems. What was the third one? The babysitter. What she do?"
"Erik, I was disgusted," you sit up before recounting the situation of child neglect and catching the chick in your closet wearing your clothes. When you'd checked your closet it was clear she'd tried on multiple dresses and even sprayed your Dolce perfume a few times. It wasn't that you were hung up on these material items so much as the principle. She shouldn't have been in your stuff. She didn't know you and you didn't know her. "So not only had she not fed or cleaned up Anthony.. been all up and through my shit.. but when I kicked her out she ain't wanna leave immediately. I had to go downstairs and then I heard the door close like I'd scared her or something. What the fuck?"
He shakes his head unsure of what to say. "She lucky it was you who caught her and not me. She ain't mess with my shit wonder why?"
"I don't know but she weirded me out. Courtney, who we have now hasn't tried anything like that so far."
"Well you fired the other bitch and she ain't been back so things should be alright now."
"You right," you sigh letting it go. "Charge it to the game."
"That's right," he says rising and adjusting his dark grey joggers over his black briefs. "Was that it?"
"Yeah, I didn't expect you to stop and handle everything right now but--"
"Why wait," he interrupts, "Procrastination never helped anything."
"Facts.."
"I'll be in the gym," he calls over his shoulder as he shuffles from the room. Well.. that's that then. You'll just wait now to see what happens.
---
"Use your fans to track it down. Somebody gotta screenshot," Anaya says as she's beside you in the home studio spinning in a rolling chair. You've gotten far off the task of messing around with the sound of instruments for the fifth possible track on your album.. that is, if you don't switch it with the seventh track. Anaya was supposed to be telling you which order was better, but she was on her phone and deaf to the world around her. "You know what, I'll do it so your name doesn't have to get tied to it."
"Thank you because I'm not trying to dig myself deeper into anything stupid. I let my servants do the dirty work for me," you tease.
"BIIIITCH," Anaya rears ready to flame before getting distracted again.
"You got ADD," you comment. She's hooked to that phone.
"You got a nappy ass kitchen," she quips without looking up causing you to flinch at the quickness of the comeback. You feel on the hair at the back of your neck ready to come back at her but trying to find something else. "I'm a mom of a one year old boy, it's a requirement that I know how to multitask. I'm posting now trying to get some info. Hashtag Y/N. Hashtag who has those digits. Hashtag Y/Ngang. Hashtag.... wait. I just had a thought," her head shoots up. Her chair stalls.
"What if it's a page that doesn't like you?!"
"Who doesn't like me? It's me." Pft.
"But if someone's hating on you they don't see you," Anaya gestures to your general area, "They just see a generic image. Some bitch who has everything they want in life."
"I don't... hm.. damn, I do have everything..," you pause, "..but I've worked for it. It wasn't easy."
"You have."
"I may not deserve every good thing that comes--"
"Don't start that doubting shit," Anaya interrupts, her index going crazy to emphasize each point. "You deserve it. You worked for it. Anyone in your ass about it can catch these hands."
"I love it when you talk violent," you tease biting your lip.
"You so stupid. Shut the hell up," her eyes roll. "ANYWAY. I say we create a fake account but make it a hate page and talk shit. Then reach out and see what people are talking about you."
It's a good idea. You hang behind Anaya's shoulder as she creates a throw away email and a fake Twitter account handing you her phone. Instantly, you start hammering out tweets.
@ Y/N give it up, singing is not your ministry sis
People say Y/N is attractive. Okay, but consider seeing an optometrist?
If I have to hear her sing off key one more time I'm cutting my ear off like Van Gogh
"Done," you say handing the phone back to Anaya. She sputters and almost drops the phone. "What the hell," she cackles.
"What? That's the type of thing a hater would say. I've seen things like that said about me before. You've seen it too."
"Okay, but you got them beat in originality," she chuckles spinning in her chair. "Okay so let's search up the hating tags and.. here's an interesting account. There are about three, four, five.. nine tweets about you in this tag from one account. I BET they'd know something. I'm messaging them about my hate for you right now."
You stand over her shoulder to watch the screen as she sends the DM.
"They probably won't resp- Damn that was quick," she mumbles. The minutes slip away as you watch Anaya type back and forth, bullshit to this person on the other side of the screen who seems to absolutely hate every fiber of your being. You expected passive aggressive anger where they'd say something and then move on, but no. It's been twenty minutes and they haven't begun to talk their shit it seems.
And Killmonger doesn't even love her. I heard that he's gone all the time and they're not really together, it's just a publicity stunt so she can profit from his image since she lacks talent of her own.
"What the fuck....," you stare at the messages that keep popping up. Lowkey it's kind of bothering you, the passion and the time that they dedicate to hating you. Also, who is clocking Erik's schedule to know when he is and is not home?
Ooh tea? I need sources, Anaya responds with the eyes emoji. She's linked to a tea page with a discussion board consisting of twenty eight pages of back and forth chat, as well as pictures and videos of you.
What the hell....
For a bunch of people who claim to hate you, they spend a lot of time being hyperfixated on you. They look like fans. On page four there's the screenshot in question taken from Twitter and reposted with laughing emojis and various people saying that they called just to call you a bitch and hang up. Of course, you know for a fact that was a lie, you hadn't answered.
The poster of the tweet exposing your number seems to be a different account than the one you and Anaya have been chatting to. Anaya looks up the account and it's still activated, they've just taken down the tweet although they still talk shit. It's like a rabbit hole.
Anaya takes all the screenshots she can and stretches her thumb out before copying the links. You'll have to give them to Erik to pass to that guy he spoke with on the phone or get his number from Erik when he finishes his workout.
---
Over the next few days, you work only on your music in the home studio and in the recording studio where your team gathers. It's a lot of tedious work and a lot of trying different things, but it also feels good to be doing what you love. Erik is Erik.. consistently busy and everywhere and that's fine because you know you'll see him when Corey comes. Anaya has been enjoying the house, lounging and playing with Anthony while Courtney the new sitter has been stepping in mightily to give her breaks.
The day finally comes when your phone lights up with a message from Corey to say he's on the ground in LAX and taking a car. That means he'll get to your place in an hour. You check the time and call Anaya who's out back with Anthony playing in a plastic pool Courtney brought over to let Anthony splash in. You let her know she has an hour to prepare herself for whatever's about to happen. She just says okay. Then you call Erik. Corey gave him the heads up a long time ago it seems.. so he's already on his way home. Turning back to the computer before you, you put your Drop headphones back on and continue to edit your vocals for the track six, deciding it's missing something. Angling the Shure mic on the table, you speak a sentence and fade it into the next recorded verse.
You almost jump out of your skin when Erik drops his hands on your shoulders, laughing at your reaction.
"When you start rapping?"
Your heart thuds as you remove your headphones and check the time. Fourty minutes seems like ten when you're working.
"That's my greeting? Let's do this again. I'll walk out and come back. This time put a little more love in your reception."
You watch amused as he walks back out looking back at you repeatedly. He peaks his head in before sauntering into the room and approaching you. You stand and meet him half way hugging him before smoothing down his beard gently.
"Now that's better. Thank you," he mumbles bumping your nose with his and walking to the screen where you've been working on your project. "Can I hear what you have?"
"Of course." You want him to hear everything you have so far but you have to show him when you both have the time. For now, you just play track six watching his face closely for any change in expression as he shakes his head gently to the rhythm. "What do you think?"
"It's not finished, but it's good.." He's really focusing on the individual sounds you can tell. "I like where it's going, but... Yeah, you'll figure it out," he nods cutting his commentary short. He's not feeling it, but he's not one to harp on negative things regarding you or at all really. He sees that you understand the song kinda sucks right now. You nod in response deciding that the song is nowhere near being complete as he said and suddenly you hear where parts could be smoother and words could be omitted. It also comes to mind to change the entire arrangement. "I think I got it," you smile.
"I know you do," he confirms, "You always figure it out."
Leaning your head onto his chest, you hug him again and he rubs your back. So you decide to go a step further and slip your hand under his white graphic button down. There's a black and white image of a big fearsome cat printed near the neck. You begin unbuttoning the shiny magenta buttons from the bottom. He did make the shirt look damn good. You peel it off of him and toss it over your chair, working on his slim black Louis belt then his black Levi's. Close the door, you remind yourself before scooting off to lock it.
Your cut off hoodie comes off in a lithe motion followed by your shorts and panties in another quick push. When you reach him, you each have the same idea simultaneously yanking each other roughly, clashing bodies. He's got you by the waist and the low bun and your nails sink deeply into the keloids of his biceps as you sink to the floor intertwined, his body under yours. Your head swings to the side and your body envelops his, covering him and like a second skin while you slide back and forth.
"Grab my dick.. Put me inside." He holds your hips in place while you reach under and grab his length, sliding the tip along your lower lips and slipping it into your cave. "Don't tease my shit, ride."
You sit with the dick inside, shallow, and make slow even rotations taking his hands from your hips and pinning them near his head. You tend to do this slowly and watch his patience deteriorate bit by bit. He doesn't speak again, but you watch his eyes fixed unblinking on yours as you continue your slow wind, smug.
You keep winding and then pause, realizing it's not giving you the feeling you want and are used to. He's not reacting the way you expected either. You wanted him to get frustrated and take that passion out on you but..
"That's it? Or did you wanna dry hump me too?"
"You're annoying."
"Nah, I just wondered how long you'd do that knowing it wasn't hitting shit for you or me. Did you have fun?"
Planting your hands on his chest you push from your knees to the balls of your feet and bounce up and down taking him deep the way he likes it. It's mildly painful, but also very pleasurable. This is the position that changes his tune. If he's mad, you can always hit this position in the bedroom and soon he's back to singing your praises. A little clit stimulation and you'd be closer to coming too. Reading your mind, his fingers swipe his tongue and then reach to rub your small nerve bundle in the way you love.
"Bounce it, gimme all that."
You go as long as you can, taking the pounding in stride no matter what.. until your knees give from the fatigue and your body gets weak from the pressure of your building orgasm. You decide to ride, rocking against him from on your knees. You're close.
"Faster," he whispers, a hard quick slap to your ass. Oh shit.. You go faster until your body gives you that jolt like you're about to cum. "Wait what you doing," he panics suddenly.
"Reverse cowgirl." Giving yourself a quick and slick break, you have to pause to turn around, but you manage to keep the dick in and start back riding building your speed. Reaching down, you grab his balls gently to force him closer to orgasm. He moans a little when you play with them and you continue until he grips your legs.
"You tryna make me nut first."
"What was your first clue," you smirk giving his sack a mild tug forcing him to cuss sharply. He likes this.. and so do you. You want him to cum and after two more well timed pulls, the white creamy fluid shoots inside you.
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"I missed this," he pants, his minty breath on your ear as you claw his back and bite your lip, your knees high on either side of his large body.
"I'm coming," you breathe letting the electric current cause your body to shake and jolt. When you finally calm down some, he pulls out and you pant quietly while he lays beside you. A glass of water at this point would be great. Swallowing, you sigh big. "It's a shame Corey had to come to bring you back home to me," you pout. His kryptonite. He kisses his teeth.
"You know I got a lot I be doing," he whispers but you're not truly upset with him and he knows that. You know better than to fault him for his career and interests. He never did that to you.
"I forgive you. You're here now," you smile seeing the warmth in his almost black eyes.
"I ASKED YOU A SIMPLE QUESTION," Corey's voice yells so loudly that it carries to where you are. You check the time realizing you'd done forgot all about him. Shit, shit shit. Scurrying, you pull on all your clothes piece by piece and Erik stands leisurely putting his clothes back on but leaves the shirt unbuttoned and his sneakers off and on the floor.
Following the shouting, you walk out into the hall and see Corey outside of the guest room facing the doorway. Anaya's calm angry voice is loud now too.
"And I don't have to answer the way you want me to. I answer the question how I answer it and you take what I say as what I mean. I mean exactly what I said," she asserts loudly. You get close enough to lay eyes on them both and you notice baby Anthony on the bed sleep. How he could sleep through all the yelling was beyond you. Must be used to it.
"...I'm a ask you one mo' damn time," Cory points walking into the room straight up to Anaya with two fingers, almost pushed into her face. She doesn't budge knowing he knows better than to put them any closer. He's not that reckless afterall.
"What's the question," you yell cutting in with a hand between the angry couple. Anaya's eyes go straight to you, her hand flying up in exasperation.
"He keeps asking me if I'm FUCKING anyone at WORK.. I don't know how many fucking ways to say no. Do I need to sing it in a song because words don't penetrate."
Gaping, you flatten your hand in the air and lower it signaling her to come down a notch. Few times have you ever seen her this angry. Her lips purse and her eyes shift briefly before her head tilts and her foot swings on its heel. She's trying.
"Corey. Back the hell up," you say slowly pushing your hand forward to gesture he should step back. He takes two quick dramatic steps back, shrugs, and crosses his arms. "Show me the picture," you prompt moving closer to him and watching his phone screen when he takes it out. It looks like a woman who looks like Anaya and it does look like she's on her knees and her head is obstructed by a mans ass and groin area though his pants are up.... it doesn't look good. His fly could be down... He's got one hand in front of him because on camera you can't see it. It looks like he could be palming her head. "Um.. wait. Neither of y'all say a word to each other. I need to examine this."
How can you tell Corey that the photo is a lie when you'd think the same thing as him seeing the photo with no context. Anaya said she was picking stuff up from the floor, but the photo is cropped so there's no proof. But there's also no concrete, hardcore evidence that Anaya is lying.
"She wouldn't do something like this especially in public," you say aloud looking at every detail you can and zooming on the photo.
"No offense, Y/N, you like a sister to me for real, but no one figured you for sex in public with niggas you barely know but look how that turned out. How am I supposed to be sure? I'm just supposed to accept that she just might be cheating on my ass and that's supposed to be okay? I gave everything to this fuckin relationship I can't st- Man, shit." He made it halfway to the door before Erik blocked it.
"For starters, fuck you," you glare. "Second, look at you right now acting like a bitch. You always forcing me to do some shit saying I need to boss up? Yeah, it's your turn to face your relationship head on. Put your big boy pants on. Stop being a BITCH."
"You call me a bitch one more time," he points.
"And you'll do what," you challenge stepping closer.
"Pluck you in that bigass sixhead. Sit ya ass down."
"I wish you would! You lucky Anaya loves you, stupid ass. But you need to trust her! Anyone who gets accused constantly like that and not believed would be mad. You're basically calling her a hoe. How long is she supposed to hear that she's a hoe from you?"
"Maybe don't do hoe-ish shit," Corey snarks narrowing his eyes with sarcasm. You can feel Anaya's rage behind you building. It's a concoction of anger, frustration, pain, and annoyance. This is cutting her deeply to her core.
"Corey... Do you honestly think that lowly of her?" Your own heart is shredding at this point and heavy.
"I don't think lowly of her, I still love her... I still love you and shit," he says to her now, "But goddamn I don't know what to do. I always felt like some nigga would come along and try to take my place.. I tried to do everything so you wouldn't feel a need to go to no other nigga for nothing and then I hear that you suckin dick in the office and y'all messing around. Bitch sends a damn PICTURE. What would you do with that? You'd leave my ass. Lie and say you wouldn't. Lie and say you wouldn't!"
"Get out my face," Anaya sighs.
A loud smash steals the attention of the room and it wakes the baby who looks confused and a little scared before going back to sleep. There is Erik with a stack of plates. You hadn't noticed he'd left. One plate is shattered on the floor from hitting the wall.
"We taking this downstairs." Erik's eyes narrow and he turns leaving the room. You see Anaya look to Anthony who's sleep again and the three of you head downstairs after Erik finding him in the middle of the living room. He hands a plate to Corey. "Smash it," he commands. Corey eyes him, feeling the weight of the plate in his hand and staring at the wall before throwing the plate.
"FUCK," he yells throwing his arms and stretching them.
"Feels good," Erik nods handing Anaya a plate. He doesn't have to tell her. She smashes it and then another one, her body dropping the tension, arms going slack and hanging. It's so sudden when she starts sobbing, you're shocked but you rush in to hold her as she let's loose on your shoulder, shaking.
"Regardless of what the pictures show... This the mother of your child," Erik speaks, his eyes on Corey whose arms are over his head like he's trying to stay standing. "This is the one who takes care of your home, feeds your child. This is the one you decided to marry. Till death do you part. Y'all ain't dead," he shrugs. "Neither are your feelings for each other apparently."
You can't see Corey's face but you can hear him sniffling and see his hand moving constantly to wipe at his face and he groans like he's frustrated at himself for crying.
"Y'all gonna get over this. It won't be easy. But you both need to." He's looking at Anaya now and he touches her shoulder gently not taking her from your embrace. His voice comes out lowly and it's so warm and kind it's comforting you as well and you're not even the target. "Now you know this damp ass nigga be crying himself to sleep to Jodeci. You got the type of nigga to sing Frank Ocean to a picture of you, thinking bout you.. You really finna let that go? ....When you know he luh you that much?"
Her sobs have slowed and her breathing has begun to even. He turns back to Corey.
"Y'all are meant to be together.. People gonna test to see if they can get between y'all.. Don't let em," he nearly whispers. "I stay getting DMs saying my girl been with hella other niggas in the industry."
"Hold up, what DMs," you murmur looking over. Not to ruin the moment. But what DMs??
"--other niggas who ain't got a pot to piss in," he adds.
"Who is sending these DMs," you ask a bit louder.
"I even seen shit photoshopped to look damn realistic... but I trust her. She ain't give me a reason not to. Even if she did, I'm not giving her up that easy. NOOO," he frowns. "That's mine. She stuck with my ass."
"Ok but can we go back to who is working so diligently to craft such ridiculous lies? Can we get that info?"
"Y/N.... Shut up. This ain't about you. See that?" He turns back to Corey. "How long it take y'all to be comfortable and real with each other like that? Love when you reach a certain point.. it ain't always worth starting all the way the fuck over. Some relationships ain't meant to be, true. But it took Y/N to come along and teach me that there will be someone in your life worth fighting and dying for and nigga.. you got two. Don't fuck this up. This small shit. Look at this girl, how in love she is witcha ugly ass.. You see that shit?"
A moment passes and Corey approaches you and Anaya slowly, locking eyes with you and requesting permission to Anaya which you grant. Carefully you pull back and let Corey take your place holding her. She starts to cry again and this time he's rubbing comforting circles on her back and rocking her gently. Erik tilts his head giving you the sign to go with him upstairs leaving them alone and the two of you silently make your exit.
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Holding Onto Hope: Chapter 52
Hope
Thirty percent active. Seventy percent bed rest… Doctor’s orders. I wasn’t much of a person to sit still for very long. I didn’t like the feeling of the world leaving me behind, while it chugged along full speed ahead.
I chomped on the piece of spearmint gum in mouth as I scanned the scene, frowning at the feeling of a warm trickle of sweat making its way down the length of my sideburn. Raising a hand to swipe the annoyance away, I tucked a loose strand of hair that’d fallen from my bun behind my ear before it could stick to my skin.
It was abnormally hot today, perhaps even hotter inside than it was out. According to the girl at the front desk, the A/C had been out for the past three days and maintenance was just waiting on the part to come in to repair it. They probably would have been better off shutting the joint down until they could get a better grasp on the air issue. Then again, we probably should have selected a better venue to combat our boredom on this scolding summer day.
Lifting my hot pink water bottle to my lips, I took an appreciative swig of the ice-cold water and ‘sssss’ed’ at the overly cold sensation of it trickling down my throat. The minty gum in my mouth combined with the ice-cold water only made the experience that much icier… which was exactly what I needed to survive this ruthless heat.
“It is hot as fuck outside today!” Tameka exclaimed to my left, leaning back against the row of bleachers behind her and reaching down to lift the hem of her tank up halfway to reveal her perfectly perspired abs. If only I could do the same to relieve myself a bit… I envied her for that.
“And it’s hot as satan’s balls in here.” Destani chimed in as she plopped down in her seat to my right after handing me my bottle. She too smacked on a piece of gum, only she did it with much more attitude than necessary… she seemed to be taking her frustrations with the heat out on that poor little piece of gum.
Her emerald eyes scanned the length of the space and with a frustrated sigh she turned her attention to me “I don’t even know whose idea it was for us to follow these niggas out here.”
Truth be told, I had no clue whose idea it was either. Most likely Tameka, with her obsessive need to trail along behind her new boyfriend when she knew he would be somewhere that included more than just other guys. But I wouldn’t blame her or complain… it meant I got to see my Charlie, so I was content.
The boys had decided to take a trip down memory lane and come out to the YMCA for the afternoon to play ball and somehow, the girls and I decided to follow right along behind them. The squeaking sound of their shoes racing up and down their section of the court caught my attention and I turned to focus on the right-hand side of the building. There were two half courts set up today, both occupied by two teams of three, and I couldn’t help but wonder how the boys weren’t completely miserable in this ridiculous heat. But by the looks on all the sweaty faces of the boys on the north court, they couldn’t be happier.
All of them had stripped from their first layer of shirts to accommodate the heat, half left in white tanks that clung to them courtesy of their sweat, the other half completely shirtless… Chris was one of the shirtless ones.
I watched him closely, along with about half the other females in the building, and frowned. I’d been hearing entirely too much commentary about ‘the tall yellow nigga, with the sexy tats and gorgeous smile… with his fine ass’… it was irritating me more than I cared to admit. He moved swiftly to his side of the court and went in for a lay-up, laughing triumphantly once the ball rolled into the net and he landed on his feet. Witnessing his happiness was the only thing that kept me in this gym.
“How have you and Chris been doing Sy?” Nalay asked from the bench directly behind me. She’d been giving me the best shoulder rub for the past ten minutes and if it weren’t for the extreme heat, I’m sure I would have dozed off long ago.
“We’ve been doing really good… especially him. Me… I’m really just ready for this little girl to come out already.” The girls laughed and aww’ed at my dramatic pout as I rubbed a hand over my belly like a ratchet baby mama.
“I know that’s right, girl… your poor little ankles ain’t what they used to be bama. You shouldn’t even be sitting in the middle of all this heat right now. You’re baking bae!” Destani fussed.
I rolled my eyes with irritation at all her fussing, but I couldn’t help but laugh at her commentary about my ankles because she was absolutely right. It seemed like if I stood on them for more than five minutes, they were swollen beyond recognition.
“Well I’m glad to hear ya’ll are doing good. Chris looks like he’s himself again… big ole goof ball.” Nalay chuckled. I smirked and leaned further into her magnificent back rub. I wasn’t the only one to notice his positive progress and that warmed my heart.
“Let me tell you somethin’ though, I sholl do know one thing… Imma need these lil hoes to settle the fuck down with all this lil side talk about my nigga. It is too hot for me to be tryna beat a bitch ass up in this hell hole,” Tameka exclaimed exceptionally loud, just before whipping around to face the group of young girls off to our left, “Yeah he do got a bitch, bitch… and a psycho one at that. Is there anything else you’d like to know about the big ass dick print in his shorts… I’m sure I could fill you in!”
We all laughed at her melodramatic ways, even as she sat there staring menacingly at the girls who quickly stood up to exit the bleachers.
“Meka!” Nalay exclaimed as she reached out to slap her on the shoulder, though she couldn’t even contain her laughter.
“That’s why you my bitch Meek, you stupid!” Destani cackled, stretching an arm out past me to dap Tameka.
There was sudden commotion out ahead of us and I faced forward to see the boys gathering together beneath the furthest net. They were clearly talking smack to one another, loudly, after their last game and now they were making their way off the court and in our direction.
“But you ain’t nothing but a fuck boy bro, I been tryna tell you that since we was kids!” Dontay exclaimed loudly, bending quickly to narrowly dodge the swinging fist of Rashad. They all wore bright beaming smiles and one in particular caught my eye. He seemed to smile the biggest and the brightest and that alone put a smile on my face.
“Ya’ll need to watch where you swinging at though, you almost clocked me in the face bro!” Chris used his right elbow to playfully nudge Rashad in the side and he doubled over with laughter when the boy went flying about four feet away.
“Man Breezy you play too much.” Rashad laughed.
I’d paid close attention to their interaction since they both set foot on the court and it truly amazed me how they seemed to fall right back into place, almost like they never missed a beat. I knew that friendship meant the world to Chris before their fall out in our last year of high school and it warmed my heart to see him laugh with his best friend like they’d never fallen off.
I could hear Destani mumbling harshly under her breath and I shook my head… she hadn’t managed to warm up to the idea of Rashad hanging around lately. I couldn’t blame her though… it was in her nature to hold a grudge as long as a lifetime, so I wouldn’t be surprised if she simply never acknowledged him again.
“Ya’ll really just sound like a bunch of butt hurt females to me dawg. I’m saying though, we got a group of gorgeous young ladies right here who watched the whole game… they could tell us who won fair and square.” Kendrick, Tameka’s boyfriend, said. The boys had finally closed in on us and he was the first to enter the stands, quickly making his way to Tameka’s side. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched their interaction. They were absolutely adorable together and seeing as he was the same guy she’d gushed over months ago during the Christmas break, I had high hopes for them.
My attention only faltered once I felt a familiar hand against my belly. It’d become tradition for him to greet baby girl, often times before he even greeted me. My head swung around and I smiled brightly as I watched him slither onto the bench in front of me, spreading his legs wide as he sat with both hands now on my stomach.
“Hey baby mama.” Chris smiled up at me, showcasing that handsome dimple in his right cheek that I just loved.
“Hi baby daddy.” I beamed.
“Ya’ll sicken me, I swear.” Destani grumbled from my side.
“You’re such a hater Dez.” Chris chuckled. With arms crossed tight over her chest, she rolled her eyes like a grumpy little girl and huffed. She didn’t even attempt to mask her obvious disinterest in being here today, and I knew exactly why… her boyfriend wasn’t here for her to cuddle up with and she was far from happy about it. She’d even fussed about feeling like the seventh wheel earlier when we first got here, but of course I ignored her crankiness.
“How are you feeling babe?” Chris asked, turning his attention back to me with his hands swirling around my stomach.
“I’m alright. How are you feeling?” Cracking yet another blinding bright smile, he shook his head and chuckled.
“I’m good,” His brows crinkled to match the sudden frown on his face and he quickly licked his lips, “You sure you feel alright sitting in this heat like this? It’s really hot in here.”
“Tuh!” I rolled my eyes, because I wasn’t even surprised that Destani had something to say about my wellbeing before I could even part my lips, “I’ve gone to fill up her water bottle three times already. I tried to tell her stubborn ass that she’s not supposed to just bake in extreme heat like this, but she ain’t wanna listen to me.”
Chris watched her rant with his face still twisted into a scowl before turning to face me while he shook his head. I really wanted to swing around and push Destani down the remainder of the bleachers, but I figured that’d be pretty rude of me so I settled on rolling my eyes as hard as I could. It only garnered a hearty laugh from her and the sound of that annoyed me even more. What Destani failed to understand was that this day was important for me, well really… more so for Chris. This was the first day that he’d left both my house and his to hang out with someone other than me and this was vital for him. The more interaction he could get with his close friends, the more adjusted to his old life he would become. Sure he may not go back to the exact same Chris that he was before this past year, but he was on a new path to greatness and he could use all the positivity that he could get.
By the look on his face as he rose to his daunting height in front of me, I could tell he was ready to call this day quits for not only me, but him as well. His hands were stretched out for me and he stared hard at me, as if I was really the only one sitting there.
“Nuh-uh, we need to go. It’s hot outside and even hotter in this building… that means it’s way too hot in here for you and my baby, let’s go.”
The entire group aww’ed and giggled at what he’d said and I couldn’t help but crack a tiny smile myself… I loved to watch him get all dominant like that.
“But Chris, I’m okay… I promise.”
“Hope…”
I frowned at the sound of that name leaving his lips with a twinge of a warning… so maybe he was really serious. With a sigh of defeat, I raised my hands and linked them together with his so that he could carefully pull me up onto my feet. Now a days whenever I stood, I had to grip onto the bottom of my stomach for a few seconds to get myself adjusted to the sudden weight that settled with gravity. It was something I had to explain to him the first time he witnessed it along with my expression of discomfort and he had yet to get used to it. Though he was standing directly on the floor of the gym now and I was a row above him, he still insisted on leaning in close and catching the base of my belly in his hands. He alleviated the pressure before I had a chance to and I smiled at the gesture.
“What type of baby father would I be to just leave you to bask in the heat like this, come on now.”
My hands made their way to his broad shoulders and I gripped onto them, quickly becoming infatuated by the thought of his strength.
“I don’t want you to leave your game because of me Charlie...”
His lips were what shut me up when he leaned forward and pressed them against mine. He puckered then against me a few times before smoothly sliding his tongue out and into my mouth. I accepted it with a giggle and gasped against his lips when I felt his right arm ease its way around my waist. He hiked me into the air and right off my feet, only placing me back down when he was sure that I was steady in front of him.
“See Chris, you need to get outta here with that shit bro. Don’t have me saying something crazy and inappropriate in front of my man with you doing sexy shit like that… strong ass.” Of course it had to be Tameka to ruin the moment, making us all laugh and me temporarily forget about the subtle feeling of Chris’s hand gliding past the side of my right breast after he got me nice and situated on the floor.
“Chill out Meeks.” He chuckled.
“And who told you that I wanted to be this close to you with all this sweat all over you, funky boy?” I giggled, playfully pulling back from him.
“Quit playing girl,” He quickly wrapped me up in a hug that left me overwhelmed with the intoxicating smell of him… with or without the sweat, he never failed to smell phenomenal, “You know you love all my funk.
“Ya’ll are entirely too cute for words, forreal.” Nalay laughed as she too stood along with everyone else from the crew. BJ was waiting for her a few steps away from where Chris and I stood and he greeted her with a sweet kiss to the cheek when she met him… all the love in the air between the three couples here today was entirely too cute for me.
“Ya’ll all get on my damn nerves, you know that right?” Destani exclaimed, quickly marching out ahead of us when we all prepared to leave.
“Dezzy, baby… calm down. You know daddy got you.” Dontay said with a sly smirk as he eased up beside her, hooking an arm around the back of her shoulders.
“Don… really? I don’t know who ‘daddy’ you think you are, but you better not let Tawny hear that shit when she get down here.”
Dontay smacked his lips and roughed her up a bit by her shoulder “Man quit playing girl. I’m just tryna make sure we both don’t go walking outta here lookin’ like outcasts. Don’t nobody really want yo hood ass except that braid headed nigga.”
The entire group laughed at that one and continued to laugh when she swatted him in the chest and attempted to tag his face next, had he not caught her hand mid-swing. It didn’t go unnoticed though that he failed to respond to her comment about Tawny. I knew it was a possibility for them to be a summer fling… Tawny had already revealed to me that they’d been texting and facetiming almost every single day since the first time they met over the Holidays. With her being the overly concerned sister that she was, she actually set aside a specific time every night to facetime with me just to check in. I really couldn’t be more thankful to have her in my life now. And in all honesty, I was probably more excited for her interaction with Dontay when she got down here than I was for my own birth!
It also just barely went unnoticed how quiet Rashad had been since Chris had called it quits on the courts. It was odd to see how he really fit in with the group now. I was without a doubt happy to have him back in Chris’s good graces because I knew that would be good for his growth, but I couldn’t help but feel bad for the boy because it was obvious that he didn’t necessarily fit in with the girls like he used to. It was even more awkward to see the way he reacted in Destani’s presence. The tension was noticeably there and though she seemed to either not notice or not care to acknowledge it, it was clearer than ever that it weighed heavily on Rashad.
“You’re okay if everyone comes back to your Aunt’s?” Chris muttered directly in my ear, catching me completely off guard.
“Of course, that should be fun.” I said, turning to face him with a genuine smile. I don’t know if he would ever even understand how much it warmed my heart to see his interaction with his childhood friends.
With a smile, he leaned in to press his lips against mine. When he pulled back and leaned in once more to land those juicy lips against my temple, I caught the stares of at least five girls who lingered near the front desk. I shook my head with a smirk. They could stare, because he was certainly a sight to see, but he was mine… all mine.
--
“Auntie at work Sy?” Tameka asked, chomping away on a lay’s potato chip after she’d taken a hefty bite of her sandwich.
“Yes ma’am…”
“And good thing too, otherwise she woulda been kicked ya’ll ghetto asses out her house by now.” Dontay chimed in.
“Dontay, boo boo… see you was fucking hard with Dez earlier, but you not bout to play with me like that. You know I’ll come snatch that curly shit on your head, right?” She fussed with a mouthful of food.
And that’s exactly how it’d been since we got to the house, which was more than an hour ago, and it was only now that someone decided to question my aunt’s whereabouts. My friends were all truly one of a kind. They all bickered back and forth, loud and lively because that’s just how they were. I really wouldn’t trade any of them for the world.
We were all lounging comfortably in the den, Tameka and Kendrick having lunch cozily on the love seat near the front window, Destani and Dontay on one end of the long couch, Chris in the middle of the same couch, and me on the other end in my favorite spot… my back pressed against the arm and my feet lazed contentedly across his lap. Nalay and BJ were curled up on the floor in front of one couch and Rashad laid out on an oversized pillow on the opposite side of the room.
“So, have either of you three pussy whipped niggas gotten permission for tonight yet?” Dontay asked. He wore a mischievous smirk as his eyes roamed from Kendrick to Chris and finally to BJ. My brows furrowed with question… I had no clue what he was talking about or if he was even serious.
“The fuck you talkin’ about?” Tameka asked and thankfully so because I was wondering the same thing.
“Aww ya’ll niggas some wimps man, forreal.” Rashad said, chuckling as he reached to his left to dap Dontay.
I turned my head slowly to face Chris, who refused to make eye contact with me as he kept his eyes glued to my feet as he kneaded away at them. I smirked… he was never even planning on discussing whatever this was that the boys were referring to with me.
“What is he talking about Charlie?”
His brows shot up to acknowledge my question, but he didn’t bother to respond or even turn to face me. There was even a rosy tint rising in his cheeks and I almost laughed at the sight.
“Aiight, so look. The boys and I were talking in between games today and we thought it might be lit if we had a boy’s night out tonight.” Dontay explained.
“A boy’s night out where?” Tameka asked. She’d forgotten about her half-eaten sandwich at this point and now geared her attention to Kendrick who, much like Chris, had yet to say a word to accompany his startled expression.
“That was them niggas idea babe. Swear I ain’t have nothing to do with they scheming.” He said. Again, I almost laughed at how quickly that explanation fled his mouth, but my attention was still on Chris who was rubbing my foot like his life depended on it.
“Charlie,” He had yet to actually face me, but he hummed a response to let me know that he’d indeed heard me, “Can I talk to you in the kitchen for a second?”
The boys all hooted and hollered, Dontay even went as far as leaning over Destani to mush him in the arm as they clowned him. His entire face was as red as a tomato as he carefully shifted my feet from his lap and stood. I almost felt bad for him because they were unrelenting and for no good reason. I really did only want to talk to him.
“Man dawg, we ain’t mean to get yo ass in trouble,” Dontay laughed with a fist balled up to cover his mouth, “It’s not worth it bruh. Just stay home and rub her feet, it’s not worth it!”
Chris finally cracked a smirk then, but he really did look entirely too nervous to even think to laugh. I shook my head and laughed at this bunch of hooligans… they were seriously overreacting.
He trailed not far behind me as I waddled my way into the kitchen and stopped just at the entrance with his hands tucked awkwardly into the front pocket of his shorts. He’d already changed back into a t-shirt shortly after we got back to the house, which was unfortunate for me because it wasn’t very often that I got to gawk at the beautiful sculpture of his body.
“So, what type of boy’s night were you guys planning?” I asked on my way to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water.
“Um, well… I uh, I’m not sure what they were planning. I wasn’t… wasn’t really thinking about going.” He spoke quickly as he stuttered over his words and I just about spewed out the first mouthful of water I’d just dumped in my mouth. Why was he so ridiculously nervous?
“Charlie,” I started, but stopped abruptly when I finally turned around to see him standing stock still at the doorway, “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” He blurted, shaking his head with shock all over his face, “I’m not doing anything.”
That time, I really couldn’t help but laugh. I certainly didn’t like the feeling of making him as nervous as I was, but the way he stood there looking like a little boy who was well on his way to getting the fussing of a life time by his angry mother really cracked me up.
“Why are you standing there like you’re about to get in trouble? Come over here.” I giggled. With his head dipped shamefully, he moseyed over in my direction and with a sigh he leaned back against the closed doors of the refrigerator in front of me.
“You know, I think a night out with the boys would probably be a good thing.” I said after a while of standing there staring at him.
Again, he shook his head and nibbled into the inside of his bottom lip “I don’t wanna go though.”
“But why?” My brows creased with confusion. He seemed adamantly believable at this point, which was beginning to make me feel bad because I knew I was the main reason he was so set on not going.
“I just… I don’t. You know I’d rather stay home with you. I’m perfectly happy with that.” He explained.
“Chris, listen to me,” Placing my water bottle on the nearest countertop, I turned and closed in on him and cupped my hands up against the cusps between his jaw and neck, “I know you want to go out with them. You’ve been home with me every single day since I got here and though I’m sure you’re okay staying cooped up in the house with me, you also need to get out more. I mean, did you not feel how happy you were on the court today with them? Chris, it’s not just me that should be a part of this journey with you. Those boys in there, they’ve been with you since you were a little boy… they do play a major role in what makes you, you. I’m not trying to force anything on you at all, but I know you do want to go out with them. So go…”
“Hope, you don’t understand…” With the softest sigh, he leaned his head back against the door and shut his eyes briefly, “The last time you told me to go out without you…”
“Chris, don’t.” That was it. I knew there was a deeper meaning behind his determination to not go and that was exactly it. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out, so I’m not sure why it took me so long to grasp it… he was afraid that he lacked willpower without my presence. He was absolutely right, the last time I told him that I trusted him to go out without me was exactly when the first incident happened… with Nicole. I didn’t even know how to respond to that.
“I hurt you, Hope…” Glancing up into his handsome face, I noticed that his eyes were open and on me as he continued to lean his head against the door, “I destroyed your trust in that one night. I can’t afford to do that to you again.”
His voice… it was so gentle and soft… so heartbroken. I really wasn’t prepared to go down that particular path of memory lane. We hadn’t had to face those memories in a while and I certainly wasn’t anticipating him laying that one right out there in the open for me. It made me feel nauseous to think about how broken our relationship was back then. The lies, the deceit, the heartache, the tears and pain, the cheating… he’d cheated. But… because of his diagnosis, it wasn’t him. Chris would never cheat on me. I looked up at him and smiled.
“These are your childhood friends. I trust you with them almost more I trust you with me. Go out and enjoy yourself tonight Charlie. I’ll be right here waiting for you when you get home.”
His eyes were like bright rays of sunshine as he stared down at me, long and hard. The same way it’s nearly impossible to stare right at the sun, I couldn’t stare right into his eyes for very long… so I dropped my head with a sigh. I felt his left hand suddenly against my cheek, gently coaxing me to lift my head to face him. I did, hesitantly, and peered back up at him after he’d slowly lifted his head from the door. I was still barely able to hold his intense stare, but somehow I managed because somehow he’d put me right in a trance.
“I love you.” He whispered, tugging me forward by the grip on my face. Quickly shutting my eyes, I prepared myself as best as I could for the pillowy softness of his lips against mine. I always struggled to fight back a moan when he kissed me because it always felt just that heavenly. This time I couldn’t resist though… not with the way his tongue softly caressed mine and our lips smacked as he rotated his head to deepen the sweet act. The sensual kiss lasted only a few more seconds before I pulled back and smiled at him.
“I love you too Charlie.”
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