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azrielsdove · 5 months

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hi, i love ur fics so much, they are all so well written! can i request a fic where reader is feyre + rhysands daughter and is secretly seeing tamlins son. rhys and tamlin catch them and all hell breaks loose, while feyre is just trying to calm everyone down.

Thank you lovely!!!! I am SO happy you are enjoying them. I hope this was what you wanted <3

Spring’s Son

Warnings: Suggestive, 18+

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“I want to come with.” You said, waiting for your parents reaction. Your mother looked at you curiously, your father shrugging.

“Why not?” He replied, a smile coming onto his face. “Let’s make it a family affair, bring Nyx too!” Your mother rolled her eyes, knowing your father liked to flaunt their family in front of her old lover.

“Fine. Be ready after lunch, we are heading out then.” You nodded, bounding to your room in excitement. You took a long bath, cleaning every inch of your body. You took the time to perfectly do your hair, choosing a dress that you felt would pass with your parents. Truly, you were too old for them to argue you, but the High Lord and Lady were not forces to be reckoned with most days. You admired yourself in the mirror, appreciating your reflection. You looked lovely.

You met your parents after lunch, your brother already waiting with them. He looked at you, a knowing smirk on his face. “Dressed to impress, dear sister?” He teased, your eyes flashing a warning to him. Your mother had that look on her face again, like she was trying to solve an equation. Your father scoffed at your brother, batting him on the back of the head.

“She’s dressed like a Night Court princess should be.” He said, holding out his arms to grab yours. He admired you, ever the proud father. “My beautiful girl.” It was your brothers turn to roll his eyes, a trait he picked up from your mother.

“Alright, alright. Can we just go?” He asked, ready to get to the Spring Court. Nyx was especially good at pushing Tamlins buttons, that trait he took straight from your father. You mother tutted over him, smoothing his jacket down and ruffling his hair as the four of you prepared to winnow away.

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You landed in the Spring Court with your father, your mother and Nyx close behind. Your parents linked their arms together, you and your brother following dutifully behind as you walked up to the manor. You spotted Tamlin at the top of the steps, his wife next to him. You strained your eyes, looking for the familiar mop of blond curls. You were dismayed to find that his son had chosen to not greet your family.

“Tamlin! Camellia! How good it is to see you, old friends.” Your father spoke, shaking hands and kissing cheeks.

“Rhysand. Feyre. Children.” Tamlin replied, nodding to each of you. “Come, let us head inside.” He led you into his beautiful home, you pretending to simply be admiring the decor as you looked around.

Where was he?

He was usually waiting with his parents whenever you had come, ever the polite Son of Spring. You knew you couldn’t ask, couldn’t draw attention to the fact that you came just to see him. You sat at the long table in the dining room, the seat across from yours remaining empty. You tried to ignore the disappointment rising in you, putting a polite smile on your face as dinner was served.

Dinner went rather uneventful, casual chatter happening over the meal. Your parents and Tamlin had long since forgiven each other, but that did not mean the teasing ended. “Now, Tam, can we be promised one of your delightful concerts after dinner?” Your father asked, a twinkle in his eyes. The High Lord of Spring looked up to the ceiling, as if asking the Mother for the patience to deal with the High Lord of Night.

“Why, Rhysand? You wish to show off those dance skills again?” Tamlin replied, a smirk on his lips. You let out a small laugh, remembering your fathers so-called ‘skills’. He shot a glare to you, a look that said You’re supposed to be on my side. You smiled at him, teasing.

At the end of dinner Tamlin stood, extending an arm to your parents. “Please, if we shall meet in the study. We have much to discuss.” Your parents stood as well, following Tamlin and Camellia down the hall. You were certain there wasn’t actually anything to discuss, just an excuse for the four of them to drink and gossip together.

You got up from the table, intending to go search for the son you so desperately wanted to see. Nyx clicked his tongue, calling your attention to him. “What?” you asked, arms crossing defensively in front of you.

“You could be less obvious. You looked like a wounded puppy when you saw he wasn’t here.” Your brother answered, leaning back in his chair. Your cheeks flushed at his words, teeth clenching.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” You defended, heart racing. Were you truly so easy to read?

Your brother sighed, picking at his nails nonchalantly. “Sister, please. I know everything about you.” His words were cocky, the know-it-all bastard. You released your arms, turning to walk towards the door.

“Stay out of my business, Nyx.”

***

You carefully prowled the Spring Court manor, hoping you’d catch him at any turn. You stayed mostly to the areas you knew you were allowed to be in, not knowing how to explain yourself if you were caught. You ended up in the giant library, standing in front of the windows overlooking the gardens. There was a delicate beauty here, one that almost rivaled the deadly beauty of the Night Court.

You startled when two arms wrapped around your waist, lips pressing against your neck. The familiar scent of grass and honeysuckle swept over you, realization dawning. “Where were you?” you asked, sinking into his arms.

“Why? Did my Nightingale miss me?” He teased, leaving a trail of kisses on your skin. You softly moaned, hands clasping over his.

“I always do.” You said, turning in his arms. You looked at the long blond curls, the brilliant green eyes. He was as handsome as his father, with the beauty of his mother shining through. “Cyrus.” You whispered, a hand coming up to twist a lock of gold around your finger. “You have been ignoring me.”

He gave a small smile, leaning down to kiss you ever so gently. “Never, my dear. I have been out hunting from dusk to dawn with my father. Strange creatures are being seen on the edges of our court, I couldn’t let him go alone.” Cyrus explained, a hand coming to cup your face. “I am always thinking of you.” He murmured, his voice heavy. “Especially on lonely nights.”

A shiver shot through you at his words, desire spreading quickly. “Is that so?” You teased, leaning up to press kisses to his jawline. “What, exactly, do you think about?” You let your kisses fall to his neck, licking a stripe over his adams apple. He groaned, his arm tightening around your waist, the hand on your face coming to grasp your throat.

“You know better than to play with me when we have been apart so long.” He growled out, the hand on your throat tightening pleasurably. You moaned out, eyes blown wide with desire. Cyrus was good at this, at reducing you to a puddle in a matter of moments. His hand released your throat, sliding to the back of your neck so he could angle your head up to his. “Oh, how i’ve longed to hear that sound again.” His lips came down to yours, quickly convincing your mouth to open. You knew it was a bad idea to be doing this where anyone could walk in, but your mind was so clouded with need that you didn’t care.

Cyrus pushed you back, pressing you to window behind. “Cyrus,” you gasped out, “anyone can see.” His lips tore from yours, resuming his initial attack on your neck.

“I don’t particularly care.” He said against your skin, a soft bite bringing a whimper from you. Your nails dug into his back, the hand around your waist dipping under your skirts. “I had to skip dinner, I knew if I saw you I wouldn’t be able to keep from touching you.” He whispered as he gently bit under your ear. His fingers toyed with the delicate lace covering you, an embarrassingly needy noise coming from your mouth. He brought his lips back to yours, kissing you hard as his fingers slid to where you needed him.

“What, may I ask, is going on here?”

The two of you froze at the cold voice, the haze of lust shattering around you. Cyrus pulled his hand from your skirt quickly, hiding the wetness on his fingers behind his back. You pushed off the window, straightening your dress as you looked at your father. In that moment, Rhysand looked ever the dangerous Dark Lord he was rumored to be.

Your gaze turned to Tamlin next to him, the same anger visible on his face. You knew his claws were seconds away from coming out, not able to believe the sight in front of him. You paled, shame creeping up your spine.

“Father, I-“ Cyrus began, ever the gentleman. Rhysand cut him off.

“You better have a good reason for having your hand up my daughters skirt.” Your fathers voice was nearly shaking with anger. Tamlin scoffed, turning the attention to him.

“Please,” he said, looking to your father. “With the way you Night Court fae act, she probably seduced him herself.” Your face flushed at the two of them, humiliated by the scene they walked in on.

“Enough!” Cyrus boomed out, hand reaching to grab yours. “There is no dark magic here. Rhysand, Sir, I love your daughter.” The room went speechless, the quiet deadly. Feyre and Camellia chose that moment to enter the room, catching the end of Cyrus’ confession. Your mothers eyes find yours, a knowing look in them. That gave you the strength to step closer to Cyrus, your hand coming to rest on his arm.

“Father, Tamlin, I love him.” You declared, looking up to smile at the handsome blond. Your father gave a great roar of laughter, rounding on Tamlin.

“What kind of a game is this, Spring?” He seethed, getting in his face. The other High Lord rose against him, his anger as equal.

“Who’s to say this isn’t your game, Night? You come into my home, send your daughter to whore out my son!” Tamlin yelled, retaliating against your father.

“Stop!” Your mother cried out, stepping between the two of them. She turned your father, grabbing his hands in hers. “You truly haven’t felt the love coming off her in recent months? The way she suddenly wished to accompany us every time we came here? Tell me you aren’t so naive, husband.” She spoke, calming the rage inside him. Camellia did the same with Tamlin, whispering soothing words to him.

Your father looked slightly ashamed, realizing he hadn’t noticed the change in you. He looked back to you and Cyrus, an apology in his eyes.

“Aw Mother, why did you stop them right when it was getting good?” Your brother drawled from the doorway, commanding the attention of the room. Your mother sighed at him, shaking her head at her eldest.

“Now is not the time, Nyx.” She chided, turning back to you. “How long?” She asked, gesturing between the two of you. Cyrus cleared his throat, unsure if the answer was going to create more anger or help dispel it.

“Around a year.” He said, holding his breath while he waited for a reaction. Your mother smiled, walking over to embrace you.

“I am happy for you, my darling.” She said, holding you tight. “Why keep it a secret for so long?” She asked, looking at you quizzically. You gestured to the two fathers, looking ready to attack each other again.

“Have you ever met them?”

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#acotar x reader #acotar #rhysand #feysand #feysand!daughter #tamlin!son #springs son #feyre #tamlin #OC #requests

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sbk-zgvlt · 10 months

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For the Baskverse :3

How do each of the Sebek's react to each other.

And who is throwing hands first?

Im prepared

Modern/Human Sebek

Human Sebek's closest friend in the Baskverse is def STYX Sebek, or Sebek Shroud. Since he's more than aware of slang and how to use it, conversations with him are more fun and there's less miscommunication, especially among a bunch of Sebeks that are socially inept. It's why both of them aren't afraid to bully each other.

He's not that close with OG Sebek, who judges him for being fully human. They're able to work it out in the end though. For now, he gets a bit...embarrassed, seeing OG Sebek act the way he is. It reminds him of his old fanboy phase.

He doesn't know what to think of Housewarden Sebek, since most of the time he acts aloof and cold towards him. It doesn't help that they fight over Human Sebek's relationship with Diasomnia. But at the end of the day, he knows that he's reliable and that he has his back.

He thinks that Ghost Sebek is super nice...if it weren't for the fact that he keeps on insisting on "borrowing" his body, saying that he "looks warm." He's usually the victim of Ghost Sebek's jokes and pranks, but their relationship is more akin to brothers of the same age.

STYX Sebek

He's so glad that there's someone in the group who actually understands his jokes and references. He makes a lot of inside jokes with Human Sebek because of this. He can't handle being in a group that's so...cold. And unfunny. And aloof. And-

He took one look at OG Sebek and immediately thought that "oh boy he has some ISSUES lawl." He doesn't find much fun in teasing him because unlike Housewarden, OG is a bit more unstable. Trying to tease him, especially with Shroud's crass, blunt, and idgaf personality will most likely end with OG blowing up or ending up in tears after a joke too far.

LOVES to make fun of Housewarden Sebek. Imagine falling out with ur Diasomnia??? Scratch that, imagine HAVING a Diasomnia (he has no idea who they are). He constantly teases him because he gets the BEST reactions out of him. Housewarden hasn't blown up at him yet, so the teasing shall continue! Even so, he trusts him with his life.

Ghost Sebek INTRIGUES HIM. He genuinely thought that he wasn't dead for a good while before Ghost revealed it to them, which resulted in the "R U /SRS OR /J." He wants to observe him like a bunch of bacteria spinning around on a petri dish. It does unnerve him a bit, knowing that he's...dead, but he's gotten used to it faster than the other.

OG Sebek

A VERSION OF HIM THAT'S FULLY HUMAN!? PREPOSTEROUS! He's constantly judging whatever Human Sebek does, even after finding out that his Diasomnia is also fully human...as well as literally everyone else. He just can't wrap his head around it. They have a tense relationship due to this, but they end up having a lot in common in the end.

He can't STAND STYX Sebek. He somehow always finds a way to push all of his buttons, and he can't do anything about it! It doesn't help that his jokes and teases always have truth and meaning behind them, which makes for a lot of existential crisis' for OG Sebek. He can't help but be interested in how he dresses up though...

Housewarden Sebek leaves him AWESTRUCK. Their universes are the ones with the most similarity, and STYX actually has a theory that they come from the same universe- just from different timelines. So, knowing that there's a possibility Sebek could be a housewarden himself someday...HE MUST NOT LET WAKASAMA DOWN!

When he met Ghost Sebek he immediately knew the cause of his death. He almost suffered the same fate as him, after all. He gets a bit creeped out because of this, knowing that if he wasn't able to grab onto...he doesn't like thinking about it. It doesn't help that Ghost seems to have formed an interest in him.

Housewarden Sebek

Human Sebek is HOPELESS in his eyes. Why can't he see that his situation with Diasomnia will end up in flames? There's no use holding onto people who'll just leave you behind in the end. They butt heads over this, but he's fond of him. Think of it as an older-younger brother relationship.

He will admit that STYX Sebek is scarily on point with his jokes. He knows how to push people's buttons, and he knows how to use the right words to rile people up. Him included. He's a bit embarrassed that he keeps falling for them, but he's not that bothered about it as he shows to be. They're basically a duo atp.

Was this really how he acted back then? He's getting so much second-hand embarrassment just from being in the same room with OG Sebek. It's like his past came to bite him in the ass. He's still fond of him though, as OG reminds him of a younger him that hasn't gone through the horrors that he's faced...yet. For now, he tries his best to be a good role model.

Looking at Ghost feels like deja vu. Just like OG, he's fully aware of the cause of his death. He can't help but feel sorry for him. The worst part about Ghost is he acts like his childhood self. Carefree and just so happy to be living. Which is ironic, considering he's dead. He can't bear to look at him most of the time.

Ghost Sebek

He's actually not serious about those jokes lol. He likes pranking Human Sebek a lot simply because he's the only guy of the group that's unaware of how far magic and the supernatural can go. It's also easier to interact with him since they're the "younger" bunch of the group.

STYX Sebek keeps on BEGGING for him to help out for a little "experiment" of his and Ghost has sirens and red flags already popping up all over the place. He is NOT going to approach Shroud unless he's 5 feet away. If he's going to pass onto the afterlife he wants to take him with him/lhj

It's weird, seeing himself...alive. What if Epel was slightly to the right instead? What if he was closer? What if he held on just a bit longer? What if he was actually found? There's no use thinking of those "what ifs" anymore, he's dead anyway. He can't help but wonder if he would be just like OG if he was still alive though. (He hopes not.)

Just looking at Housewarden Sebek makes him feel stressed himself. He always looks so stressed, and it doesn't help that Housewarden is practically in love with work and DOING work. He tries to remind him to let loose and live once in a while...ironically. Because you know. He's DEAD.

OH MY GOD that was so many. Words. Anyways

The people throwing hands first is def STYX and Housewarden, even if they become a powerhouse duo. The first time they met Shroud told him that just looking at him gives him wrinkles with how stressed he looks (All of them don't have wrinkles. It is IMPOSSIBLE for any of them to get wrinkles). Housewarden stared at him and immediately swung his staff at him.

#twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #twst #twst sebek #sebek twisted wonderland #twst sebek zigvolt #my asks!#twst baskverse au

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desudog · 4 months

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wait you HATED sweet pool omg. its my least fave out of the n+c releases ive read so far mainly for how flat the characters felt to me and how clumsy a lot of the plot felt but i rlly loved the aesthetic/general vibe it had so thats rlly interesting to me,if ur up for it id love to know what didnt click for u ^_^

when i judge how bad a VN is with my brother (avid VN reader as well) we use Sweet Pool as a basically "zero" on the scale of professional, large VNs.

Sweet Pool's writing was WEIRD. I can do some weird, thats fine. Weird ass-birth stillborn meatslugs? ... okay, ill... look past that. ok i wont lie, the constant ass-birth was hard for me. i really did try to not judge it on that but like, there was almost constant buttbirth going on. ive made peace with this by now, kinda making a link to myself about the connections of it to being an unintentional trans narrative in many ways and all but like. it was WEIRD. and kinda hard to read. it didnt strike me as horror, it struck me as "weird fetish i have to sit through. oh my god is he licking tha- PUT IT DOWN Z-DAWG. Ok christ."

The characters were also weird. I laughed out loud in surprise at how stupid the "i saved you from being raped <3 SO I CAN RAPE YOU, PSYCH!" scene was. like wtf was that??????

(I hope you werent planning on USING that butthole, mister!)

i did not enjoy the art style, i think its the ugliest N+C art style yet and since. not my thing. many angles and proportions look weird. the CGs looked stiff and uninspired. it NEVER grew on me. no shade to people who liked it or the artist it just.. wasnt my thing. not unbearable but just. not. as good as it could have been and def took away from the experience.

i didnt like any of the endings. it wasnt scary it was weird. the pacing was weird. for being a BL, it had very little love just... wtf. and im so sad abt what they did to mikoto bc i liked him before uuuUuUuUu yandere plot twwwwist. bleh.... dollar store keisuke! they would FORCE the true end so you maybe go, "maybe the true end is satisfying and good an-" no. its not. fuck yoU!

sweet pool was painful. i dont know how else to put my experience. i 100%d it because i 100% everything when i can, and i was literally pushing through like a hiker in a snow storm to finish it. every 3 seconds was secondhand embarrassment. the "jerking off in the classroom" scene comes to mind. i got up and took a break for that one because it was just unbearable. idk how anyone could slap one out to this vn. im not sure if anyone ever has. which makes the sex weird. actually, i dont think there was a single consensual ero scene unless u count the true end fusion scene.

(proof god does not love us)

the aesthetic/vibe was... ehhh... not super unique IMO. school setting immediately put me off, a more gritty and cool toned, dark palate made things interesting but, its still a "weird thing happens in high school" story. kinda bored to death of HS settings in VNs.

i did like the protag tho! he was interesting and it was nice having a chronically ill protag even if it was just a plot device to make him be able to miss school while going on a... dark apartment birth marathon.

sweet pool felt like a bizarre, amateur fanfiction for a fetish i dont have.

the soundtrack is very memorable as well as the opening pre-game sequence, i liked the concept of the choice button meanings, but they were very rough in actual use.

this is my favorite CG i appreciate the aquarium set up instead of a fish bowl (though he could do better...)

(shame about them turning into meat popcorn tho...)

i liked the iguana lol

i didnt care about these guys so much i dont even remember their names most of the time. except zenya. i liked him cus hes so cute and batshit crazy and has intersex swag.

(does this shade match my festering flesheye?)

all in all?

i give sweet pool a 2/10 butt babies.

--------- CONS:

no shortage of buttbirth stuff

seems to have lost the "love" in "BL".

some characters arent even original... FROM THEIR OWN STUDIO.

boring, hard to follow story

character focus on a character who has no personality. this guy is the gijinka of the hair that gathers at the drain of your shower.

designs that just are not very memorable or unique, without the personality to work with

story has routes but none of them were thought much of, should have just been a kinetic

confusing choice buttons

WAY too many choices for a VN with 3 candidates. makes 100%ing a drag.

predictable story

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PROS:

no shortage of buttbirth stuff, i mean, if youre into that

a soundtrack that makes up for the lack of good ero because this OST FUCKS

still a better love story than twilight

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note: i read it in offical ENG, so i was no doubt getting a lower quality version. i dont think the original text would have helped getting it more than a single grade higher.

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hella1975 · 1 year

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me and my brother used to be the exact same way with insulting each other. like he'd call me a retard or something for flapping my hands and i'd start compiling a psychological warfare campaign against him, cross a line, and get into a physical fight and he'd win with zero effort. it's very much easier said than done bc i have breaks from his presence now that he's at uni, but now i kind of just treat him as entertainment to occasionally wittily heckle and roast him to my homies and my therapist. i really hope this doesn't sound condescending or something but i really hope you get to that point if ur sister won't stop pushing your buttons, because it feels really good to know that you're kind enough to treat an asshole better than they deserve without actively babying them. sorry ur going through that hella bc i know it's shit

thanks anonsite <3 and sorry you had issues with your brother too. the thing with me and my sister is that we HAVE reached a stage where we know how to manage each other now, but we also do just have severe up and down periods and unfortunately i think that's always going to punctuate our relationship. when we're in a down period, it doesn't matter how much progress we've made, we both just revert so quickly to what we were and it frustrates the fuck out of me bc im not interested in being the bigger person BECAUSE it's my sister. like siblings are so complicated bc it's at once just my sister and my sister. she's one of the most important connections in my life and has been since my very first breath but she's also a bitch and not my responsibility to manage, you know?

#at the very least i agree with the entertainment thing. like ive grown enough now that my sister's immature way of arguing #can actually just be funny sometimes so long as i detach from it #like it's sport at that point i run RINGS around her #ask #for context my sister isn't actually an asshole she's just my sister hope that makes sense <3

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spacecadet-ticklesinspace · 2 years

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Hi there! for the sentence starters could we please get Lee! Peter 1 and lers! P2 and 3? Maybe, “ahaw, no way! Your little tummy is ticklish?” Pfff I thought it’d be cute, ur a super good writer!

(Awww! Thank you Anon ☺️ I'm so glad you like the stories ❤️ Peter 2 and 3 picking on Peter 1 is a fave of mine and I'm thankful to be able to write them all together :) Hope you enjoy!)

"Ahaw, no way! You're little tummy is ticklish?"

Peter 1 blushed. "Shush!"

"No can do Squirt." Peter 3 teased as he wiggled a finger under Peter 1's chin. "Youwr juwst sow cuwte!"

Peter 1 turtled. "Ihm nohot thohough!"

"Are you kidding?" Peter 2 added as he started scribbling across his youngest brother's stomach. "Youw're the cuwtest thing we've evewr seen."

One squeaked and shot his hands down to grab Peter 2's wrists.

Two smirked. "Oh . . . Is your tummy really ticklish?"

"N-noho!"

Peter 2 slowly wiggled his fingers across Peter 1's tummy. "I think it is."

Peter 1 blushed even harder and he couldn't stop giggling. "Duhuhude!"

Another finger started tracing his abs. "And look at these abs. I bet they're super tickly."

Peter 1 squealed and moved one hand over to grab Peter 3's wrists. All of their teasing tickled him even more!

"You're right Three, they are super tickly."

"How many do you think he has? We should probably count them."

"Dohont cohount thehem!"

"One . . . two . . . three--."

"THREEEEE!" Peter 1 snorted.

Both older brothers cooed at the sound.

"Youwre juwst full of cuwte tickwy sounds."

"Nahat cuhute!"

"Stop lying!"

"Ihm not!"

Suddenly, a finger wiggled into Peter 1's belly button and Two's innocent voice asked, "What does this button do?"

Peter 1 squealed and erupted into the loudest giggles yet.

"Oh my gosh it's a giggle button!"

"No way! You have an actual giggle button! How come you never told us!"

"Ihi dihidnt knohow!"

"Well now you do," Peter 2 added.

"Gehet ohout-eeeeh!"

"But I have to get all the giggles out."

Peter 1 gently pushed on Peter 2's wrist and snorted. "No yohou dohon't!"

Two had mercy on the youngest and stopped tickling the youngest's belly button.

"You're so cute, we just have to tickle you."

One scowled. "How does that make any sense?"

Two poked him. "In older brother reasoning it does."

Peter 1 flinched and giggled.

"Aww, you look just like a little kid." Peter 3 teased.

"You know what games you usually play with kids?"

"What might that be Two?"

Peter 2 started poking random spots on Peter 1's stomach. "Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man. Bake me a cake as fast as you can."

Peter 1 flinched and giggled at each poke. A dark blush bloomed from his cheeks to his ears. "Shuhut uhup! Ihm nohot fihive!"

"I know this one!" Three exclaimed as he ran his fingers up and down Peter 1's tummy. "Roll it."

"Guhuhuys!"

Two drummed his fingers into One's tummy. "Pat it."

"Hehey!"

Three used his finger to draw a B. "Mark it with a B."

"Cohome ohon!"

Two leaned down. "Can't forget to add a raspberry."

One squealed as he blew.

Three then wiggled a finger into the youngest's belly button. "Then we put it in the oven for baby, Peter 2, and me!"

One pushed at Three's hand. "Gehet ohout ohof there!"

Three lifted his finger with a chuckle. "Your giggle button is really ticklish."

One's cheeks burned bright red. "Don't call it thahat!"

"Too late," Two warned. "Already been changed."

Peter 3 absent-mindedly scratched his face as he chuckled with Peter 2. He was trying to grow out his facial hair and for the past few days his face had been itchy. Many of his coworkers had been teasing him about how young he looked so he thought he could stop the teasing by growing it out. Now he just wanted to shave it because it was aggrevating his skin.

A lightblub clicked on in Three's head and he smirked down at his younger brother.

One's eyes widened. "W-w-whahat?"

Three playfully leaned down. "I want you to tell me how my beard is coming in."

"Ihit looks g-greheat man."

Three shook his head and chuckled. "This test has nothing to do with looks. It has to do with feeling."

"F-feheeling?"

Three looked down at Peter 1's tummy.

The youngest was so confused until he watched Peter 3's head dip down.

"Wait!"

Peter 3 nuzzled in to his tummy and Peter 1 screamed.

Two leaned back a little. "Wow! Ihi think you killed him."

One bucked and wiggled in Peter 3's hold. He placed a hand on the back of Three's head. "KNOHOCK IHIT OFF!"

"Hold on, I have to try our cake first."

"What!"

Three moved to One's side and pretended to take a bite while adding in chewing noises.

Needless to say, One was in stitches. "MERCY!"

Three chuckled and lifted his face, carefully disentangling his hair from Peter 1's grip. "Gotta let go bud."

One finally let go of his hair. While he took a moment to catch his breath, Peter 2 smiled. One looked about 10 years younger with his cheeks a vibrant shade of red and his eyes shinning with mirth. The inner child that had to grow up way too fast.

The child that deserved to be a child.

"So," Peter 3 piped up, breaking the reverie, "how would you rate my beard?"

Peter 1 playfully pushed his face. "A shahave!"

Peter 2 wheezed at the expression on Peter 3's face. "Sounds like he's ready for more. What do you say Three?"

"Oh, he needs it after insulting my masterpiece!"

One gulped and giggled nervously. "Uhum . . ."

Two gently stroked his hair. "What do you say bud? Up for one more round?"

"Uhuhum. . ."

"It's up to you."

The youngest paused before giving a small nod.

Three playfully poked his younger brother. "You better believe it'll be a good one after the beard comment."

Instead of a verbal response, One blew a raspberry back at his older brother.

The taller Spiderman couldn't hide the smile on his face.

"Hey Three?" Two smirked. "I think your raspberries could use some work."

The taller Spiderman put a hand to his chest. "Me? I'm a much better raspberry giver than you!"

"Well good thing we have the cutest judge right here to tell who is better."

Both brothers turned to the youngest who stared at them with wide eyes. "Uh-oh."

Two leaned down. "Watch how a real raspberry expert does it."

One squealed as a raspberry was blown into his side. "NAHAHA!"

"Pfft! That was weak! Let me show you how it's done!"

The two alternated raspberries back and forth until Peter 1 was in stitches and snorts.

"IHI---I CAHAHANT!"

"Aw. He can't decide."

Two playfully leaned down. "Are you calling a tie?"

One immediately covered his stomach with his arms. "Yehes *hic*! Noho more."

Three ruffled Peter 1's hair. "Fine. We'll settle for a tie."

Peter 1 groaned and covered his eyes. "Yohou guhuys *hic* ahare embarrahassihing."

Two raised an eyebrow. "Funny you should say that."

"Why?"

Two grinned. "You never told us to stop."

One curled up even smaller. "Shush!"

Three plopped next to his brother. "One of these days you'll stop using moody teenager speak and actually say the words thank you."

One groaned and remained hidden.

Meanwhile, Peter 2 eased himself down to lay on One's other side. "And maybe one of these days you'll actually see how adorable you are."

"For now, we'll keep telling you until you believe it."

Both brothers turned to Peter 1 and waited for a response.

Three sat up a little. "One?"

When Peter 2 gently pulled back his brother's hands, their hearts melted. Peter 1 was fast asleep between his two brothers.

Peter 2 gently laid down the youngest's arms back down before dropping a kiss on the youngest's forehead. "Night Pete."

Three placed a kiss on the other side of his forehead. "We love you."

No matter how old Peter 1 got or how many trials he faced, he would always be their adorable baby brother

#lee peter 1 #ler peter 2 #ler peter 3 #ticklefic

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lovetorn · 3 years

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babysitter [roommate!dream au]

Roommate!Dream x Fem!Reader

summary: you babysit tommy. do i need to explain?

warnings: swearing

w/c: 1.4k+

a/n: thank u 🧋 anon, u are amazing. i hope i did justice for ur amazing idea hahaha 😫hope u guys enjoy!

roommate!dream masterlist

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“Please, Y/n! It’ll only be for a few hours, just while I do my exam, and then I’ll be back. That’s all! I promise, please.”

You’d never heard Wilbur beg like this before. It is kinda funny. You stand with a smirk as you watch him, your arms crossed over your chest. Yes, you’ve babysat his brother before, but this time, your plans for lunch with your friends were being jeopardised.

“I’ll call Niki and Karl myself and tell them the situation, I’m sure they’ll be fine with it,” Wilbur pleads. His glasses sit on the edge of his nose and you guarantee they’re going to fall off in the next 2 seconds. Obviously, you’re going to babysit for him, but this is too funny to pass up.

“I don’t know, Wil. I planned this weeks ago… I’m not sure I can cancel this late…” You try your best not to smile. But, Wilbur isn’t silly, he can see through your act from a mile away.

“Thank you!” He exclaims, shaking your shoulders. You give him an incredulous look and then laugh.

“You owe me one, Tommy isn’t easy to babysit,” You giggle, knowing all too well how he acts when his family isn’t around. Wilbur nods.

“Yeah, yeah, anything. I’ll buy you breakfast for the next month.”

Your eyebrows fly to your forehead. “I'm holding you to that, Wilby.”

And so it was decided: Tommy would come to your apartment at 1 pm and be there until 4. You told Dream you were having a guest over, sparing the details, which made Dream a little suspicious. He really hoped it wasn’t a date—no, it couldn’t be a date.

But, when he hears a knock on the front door, and then the murmur of deep voices, he thinks of the worst. Dream gets up from his bed and presses his ear to his bedroom door, hoping to get any clues as to who is at the door. He knows this is the dumbest thing he’s done since he moved in with you, but he can’t help it. The door shuts and then it’s silent and Dream thinks that maybe the person left.

Meanwhile, you lead Tommy into your room. “Want any food or anything?” You ask as you watch him jump onto your bed and grab the TV remote off of your nightstand.

“No,” He says, fingers flying over the remote to turn the TV on, change the channel, turn the volume up, change the channel again, and then press the button for Netflix. You don’t mind that he’s made himself at home in your room, he’s gonna be here for 3 hours.

“I would like a Slurpee though,” You squint at him. He can’t be serious. Before you can say anything, he continues. “Thanks, Y/n. you’re the best.”

You give him a fake scowl for sucking up to you and sigh. “Fine. I’ll be back in a second.”

You don’t want to ask Dream to go to the corner shop and get Slurpees, but you’d rather ask him to do that than ask him to watch Tommy.

“Dream?” Pushing open his bedroom door, you see him spin around.

“Hey, hi, what’s up?” Dream hopes he isn’t being weird.

He’s being weird and you don’t know why. You hold onto the door handle and inhale sharply. “Uh, I was just wondering if you could go to the corner store for me? Just really quickly, I’ll give you the money.”

Oh shit, Dream thinks. She’s making me go buy condoms for her and her date. “I—Uh, sure, yeah. What am I getting?” He asks, sliding his feet into his Birkenstocks and shoving his phone into his back pocket. Please don’t say condoms.

“A Slurpee,” Thank god.

“Ok, flavour?”

You turn your head to look back at your bedroom door before you look back at him, a puzzled look on your face. “All of them?”

Dream nods slowly. “Okay?” You two stand in silence momentarily and then Dream ushers you out of his room. “Ok, I’ll be back in 5.” You hand him a few dollars and then make your way back to your room.

“Thank you, Dream! I owe you one, thank you,” You smile, pushing your door open and then closing it immediately. Dream barely smiles and grumbles as he leaves.

“Your delivery will be here in like 6 minutes minimum,” You say. Tommy snickers but doesn’t look at you. You cross your arms over your chest.

“What’s funny?”

Tommy shrugs. “I don’t know. I just think it’s funny that your roommate is willing to do that for you. Must like you a lot.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “I’d do the same for him.”

“Him? Woah-ho-ho, that changes the game,” Tommy sits up, a shit-eating grin on his face. “What’s his name? I bet you’re like, in love with him.”

You immediately shake your head, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. “No~, no, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, okay.”

The room remains still.

“You totally love him.”

“Tommy!”

Then there’s a knock on your bedroom door. You throw your middle finger up at Tommy and tell him to behave before you open the door.

“Here’s your disgusting Slurpee,” Dream mumbles, shoving the cup into your hands. He's a little out of breath from running but doesn't show it.

“Thank you,” You smile. Dream nods and then turns around, but before he can take a step, a voice calls out from behind you.

“Is that the roommate?” Tommy laughs. “Come in here, roommate.” You want to slap him.

Dream looks over his shoulder at you and you shrug. He wears a concerned look as he enters the room and is surprised to see Tommy, obviously.

“Y/n, why do you have a child in here?” Ok, definitely NOT a date.

You have no time to answer before Tommy speaks.

“I’m being babysat and shit,” Tommy rolls his eyes. Your hand is getting cold from the drink so you hand it to Tommy. “Fuck yeah,” He then flops onto your bed again, not caring if he spills some of the sugary liquid onto your bedspread and presses play on the movie he’s watching.

“Stay in here, roommate, we have some business to discuss.”

You shake your head and close the door behind you as Dream perches on the edge of your bed.

“I'm Dream.” He greets.

Tommy nods and looks in your direction, winking overdramatically. “Tommy. Master of women.” Dream scratches his forehead and glances at you. You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose, whispering to Tommy to shut the fuck up.

“Movie time! We’re watching Sex/Life,” You are bewildered.

“Um, no we’re not!” Moving to snatch the remote from Tommy, you lean your body over Dream’s and see the mischievous look in the child’s eye. You know what he’s doing—could he seriously make this any more awkward?

“Let’s skip to 19 minutes and how many seconds?” Tommy teases, skipping ahead to the timestamp of the scene that went viral. Tommy’s laugh is maniacal, but you are more worried about the position you’re in. Dream’s hands rest in his lap and he looks at the ceiling, while your body leans over his. You don’t know if Tommy is laughing more at the show or the tension between you and Dream.

Finally, you grab the remote and throw it into the chair in the corner of your room. “You are a nightmare, Thomas.”

“Ha, get it, because I’m a nightmare, but he’s Dream, who must be a dream.”

You and Dream groan at his shitty joke and tell him to shut up.

“Anywho, so what’s up with you two?” Tommy smirks. You and your roommate make eye contact, both blushing before looking back at Tommy. He can practically see the tension in the room.

“Nothing.” You say simultaneously. This makes Tommy grin and hum.

Ignoring him, Dream takes refuge on the chair in the corner, looking to you to see how you’re going to handle this situation—however, he can’t help but shamelessly check you out whilst you’re not paying attention to him. He knows it's a dumb thing to do, especially when Tommy is sitting there and has no filter.

You stay speechless in the middle of the room, eyeing Tommy. You didn’t expect babysitting to be so difficult.

“You’re staring, big man.”

You whip around to face Dream and see that the comment makes his cheeks flush a deep red. Your eyes widen and then Dream's up and out of your room. “Bye.”

“Shut the fuck up, Tommy!” You say, embarrassed. You look back to see Dream’s door closing and you want to kick Tommy, so bad. “Ugh, you make everything so awkward! I hate you.”

“I hear that a lot, it’s a compliment at this point.”

And when Wilbur comes to pick Tommy up, you shove him out the door and swear that if Wilbur breaks his promise about breakfast every day, he's gonna be in deep shit.

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1engele · 3 years

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daybreak | sal fisher x fem!reader - 3. frogger

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[warnings: cursing, smoking, light violence, blood]

"i don't want to be friends. i want all of you."

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"Can I get your number?"

You and Larry both whip around to face Sal, the person who'd spoken that sentence. You're stood at the foot of Addison's Apartments.

"What?" You blink. "Me? My what?"

You assume Sal mirrors your nonplussed expression because he bats his eyes just as startled as you did. "Uh- your phone number. So we can be in touch easier. You know, for school and stuff."

Eager anxiousness in the form of butterflies batted their wings in your gut and your ribs. You reached into your back pocket, flipped your flip-phone open, and handed it toward the blue-haired boy. "Here," you blurted. "Put it in there." You gloss your eyes toward Larry. For some apparent reason, he's wearing a wide, shit-eating grin.

"You can put yours in too if you want."

He waves a tan hand. Your attention is on Larry, but it somehow drifts and you're glancing toward Sal. His veiny hands are jerking which each movement of his thumbs as he presses numbers on the keypad.

"No, that's okay," Larry replied, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "I'll get it off of Sal."

"Here," Sal holds the flip phone out to you. It's small in his hand.

He has long fingers, you thought.

"Oh, thanks." Your fingers brush his as you reclaim your phone and return it to it's place in your back pocket.

Your heart is beating unnecessarily loud by the time they've walked you to your apartment. Your hands are in your coat pockets to conceal the mild trembling in your hands. You're almost nervous that they can hear the rushing of your blood as your heart rapidly pumps it through your body—because you know you certainly can.

"I had fun today," you smiled, your expression nothing but sincerity. "Thanks for everything. I appreciate it."

Larry grins. "That's cute. No need to thank us, alright?"

You twitch the corner of your lips upward and nod towards him.

Sal tucks a strand of blue hair behind his ear—you'll never get used to the color. In a good way. You could look at it for hours—and fiddles with his backpack strap. "See you tomorrow, yeah?"

"Yeah," you respond, your teeth making an appearance. "Goodnight, you guys."

With that, you're inside of your apartment and shutting the door behind you. You hear their muffled voices and unintelligible words through the wall as they retreat from your door and towards the elevator.

You drop your bag at the door and make haste to your room. You sit on the side of your bed and hurriedly open your phone.

The first phone number you'd ever had—save your mother, which doesn't count— was "c you tomorrow :)", sitting right beneath "Mom" on the contact list. After changing his name to "Sal :)" you breathed out shakily, and slowly pushed enter on his contact.

Should you send him something? Isn't that a bit weird? You'd just seen him a few minutes ago. Should you wait a little longer? What if he's still with Larry, and they see what you'd sent a message so quickly and make fun of you?

You shake your head. That was unlikely. All they'd been was great to you.

"c you tmrw."

You inwardly linger over the thought of pressing the send button.

Why the fuck were you so nervous, anyway? Because a boy with nice hands and a pretty laugh said he'd see you tomorrow?

Yeah.. okay, maybe that was it.

"c you tmrw." The message was sent.

You slapped a hand over your face. Should you have said something else? Should you just have not texted him at all? You fell back into the mattress, draping your arm over your face and blinking into your wrist. The feeling of exhilarated dread churned in your gut.

A subtle vibration reverberated on the comforter. It buzzed in your ears momentarily. You paused, before lurching upward and snatching the phone back into your grasp.

"you too. let's try not to rouse mrs. packerton's suspicions tomorrow like we did today lol."

You grinned, and replied before you could stop yourself. "might not be possible. you may need to answer another math question for me."

Sal replied after a pause. "can't say no to that. goodnight, y/n"

You breathed out slowly, typed out a goodnight message, and slowly dropped your hands back down to the comforter.

Your fingers shook and your heart was beating itself against your rib cage. Not long after, you dozed off into sleep thinking of the way your body felt when the warmth of his palm was flush against the nape of your neck.

Getting up the next day is a bit harder than getting up the previous one. You couldn't seem to rub the sleep away from your eyes, and, for some reason or another—you'd waken up in a cold sweat, and your sheets stuck to your body. Not only that, when you'd went to shower, the water was freezing, for no apparent reason. You'd come to terms with the fact that this building had multiple personalities.

Standing beneath the shower head felt like being pricked with itty-bitty pitchforks. Topped with miniature ice cubes.

You'd gotten dressed in an oversized black sweater (over a long-sleeved, black top for added warmth), along with an a-lined plaid emerald green and blue skirt on top of your sheer black tights. The skirt was not short—not amongst your standards, it was mid-thigh—but nowadays teachers were weird about how girls dressed so you'd have to keep an eye out about that.

Also, surprisingly—instead of the usual beat up and raggedy sneakers you usually wore you decided on some of your chunky Mary Janes you'd thrifted not long back. You'd never given them a go outside before. The only time they'd been worn was in your room and by yourself.

When you were fully dressed, you let yourself examine your outfit in the mirror. While doing so, your phone chimes in your hand. You snap it open hastily and read the notification.

"it's larry. sal gave me your number :P meet us outside when ur ready"

You grinned and walked out of your room. You grabbed your bag and made for the door. When you'd gotten outside, what greeted you there was not exactly what you'd expected.

"Oh! Ashley, is this yours?" You inquired, gazing over the pale silver Ford Fiesta that sat in the driveway. It was a cute car. Ash sat in the driver's seat with the window down and her forest green eyes attentive and on you.

"Yeah! My little brother had an allergic reaction while eating out at some big corporate food chain and we got it in compensation. We already have a family car so it was given to me."

What a nice story, you thought, making sure you maintained your pleasant expression.

"Oh," you passed your gaze over the vehicle again. "Cool!"

You noted Todd's place in the passenger seat. You met his eye and gently waved. He returned the wave, with that neutral look on his face he always seemed to have.

"You're going to be cold," a voice behind you says rather abruptly. You jump, whirling around.

"You scared me," you laughed, your face burning as you made eye contact with none other than Sal Fisher. "What do you mean?"

"Your skirt," he replies, glancing away momentarily. Your eyebrows raise comically.

"You don't like it?"

"No-" he rushes out, a bit too fast. "Uh, no. It's g- it's nice. I meant you're going to be cold in it."

He was right. It was nearing the end of August.

You pass your eyes over your legs, from the a-lined skirt, the sheer black tights, and the chunky Mary Janes. You return your gaze to his—not before catching a glinting glimpse of what seemed to be rings adorning his fingers—and shrugged.

"Oh well. All I'm worried about is being dress coded," you look to Larry, who's near Sal. "Good morning."

"You too," he grins. "Let's get in the car. It's chilly."

You all clamber into the backseat. You're in between Sal and Larry. Hot air blew from the car vents and hit you in the face as Ashley turned the temperature up further. While doing that, she turns on the radio and channel surfs until she's found some sort of soft rock station. She turns it up to a moderate volume.

A car freshener in the shape of a red tree dangled from the rearview mirror and swayed as Ashley put the car in reverse and pulled out of the driveway. It had a charming illustration of what resembled two strawberries on the front.

The car smelled nostalgic—like the smell of the hair on one of those Strawberry Shortcake dolls you owned as a child.

The wistful scent is abruptly overpowered by the smell of smoke and the autumn air. Larry had rolled a window down and had just lit a cigarette to your left. On your right, Sal has pulled out his flip phone and is playing some sort of shit quality version of Frogger.

Interested, you lean over.

"How'd you get that on there?"

He looks over at you. He's close. You can hear him slowly inhaling and exhaling through his nose. "Todd did it for me," Sal replies. He gestures toward you with the phone. The phone makes a sound. The digital frog had fallen into the water. "Wanna play?"

"Oh," you pause, and smile. "I like watching you."

His eyes flicker over your face. "Okay."

He returned to the game. Finally, you had an excuse to stare down at his hands. Multiple silver and black rings adorned his hands. They fit him perfectly—snug on his pretty fingers and accenting his veiny hands perfectly.

During your examination, you hadn't exactly realized it but your cheek was now flush against his shoulder and your hair was tickling his neck.

No, you weren't smelling him, but it was hard not to scent it when you inhaled through your nose. He smelled of delicate laundry detergent—fresh, clean—and of minty vanilla. Breathing that in made you feel what was probably the most at home you'd felt in months.

You glanced up from his hands, to his Adam's apple, to his prosthetic face—his gaze remained attentive on the flip phone, dark lashes moving along to accommodate his flickering eyes. You looked away before he'd noticed, and paid attention to the game.

"You're good," you commented.

He didn't reply immediately, almost as if he'd looked over at you. The side of your face remained on his shoulder and your hair still brushed against the skin on his neck.

"Well, it's only Frogger," he remarked. "I bet you're better. Try it."

The sudden scent of ashy smoke consumed your senses. Larry must have exhaled halfway inside of the car. The vapor floated for a moment before dissipating into nothing.

You took the phone from Sal's hands and shifted in your seat to sit straight up. You pressed play on the game, and within seconds your frog had fallen into the water.

"I suck."

"No, you don't. You're just not trying hard enough."

"Potato, Potahto," you reply, shortly laughing at yourself and pressing play again nonetheless.

Suddenly, the vehicle slammed to a halt. You held onto the phone tight in one hand and steadied yourself on the passenger seat in front of you with your other one.

Sal seemed to have the same idea, except he seemed to panic and had braced yourself on your knee instead. You could have sworn you saw white for a split second, your insides jumping and chills fluttering down your spine. He quickly retracted his touch, catching your eye immediately.

"Sorry," Sal uttered.

"That's okay," you'd done a fine job gathering yourself together. "Perfectly fine."

"Jesus Christ, Ash! What the hell was that?" Larry calls from your left, the cigarette between his pointer and middle fingers. He was halfway through exhaling his smoke when he spoke again. Vapor spilled from his lips as he stared at the front of the vehicle. "Trying to kill us?"

"Whoops! Sorry guys, I almost missed the red light."

"That wasn't very wise," Todd remarked from the passenger seat, turning his head to look at Ash. You couldn't help but shortly giggle, looking back down at Sal's phone.

You heard Sal slowly exhale a breath of relief beside you.

"Yeah, anything but fucking wise," Larry scoffed. "Thought I was about to die, dude."

"I said I was sorry," you could hear the roll of Ashley's eyes in her voice. "My parents would kill me if I got a ticket. Also, who told you that you could smoke in my car?"

"I did." In your peripheral vision, he was staring blankly. "What're you going to do about it?"

In the rearview mirror, Ashley squinted her eyes but said nothing.

"This is a shit show," Sal murmured, looking back to his phone in your hands. You'd returned to the game, still attempting at getting past the first level. The digital frog continuously leaped over lily pads and logs. It was almost therapeutic.

"Sorry you don't want me back here, Sal." Larry's tone had transformed from mildly annoyed to slightly bitter. His cigarette had been held unattended for a decent amount of time so it had begun to burn out. "I didn't ask to third wheel."

You blinked and convinced yourself you'd heard him wrong.

You weren't looking at Sal's face. He was silent for a few seconds.

"Just chill out, alright?"

"I'll say what I want."

"It's too early for this, Larry," Sal bit out. "Cut it the fuck out."

Your heart pumped furiously.

"Where do you want to take this, Sal?"

Ashley jumped in incredibly quick, the car jerking as she turned the wheel abruptly, pulling the vehicle into the school's parking lot. "Fuck no. What the fuck are you thinking, Larry? Going to fight Sal because you're in a pissy mood?"

"I'm not going to fucking fight him, Ashley," He shook his head. "It's just- apparently he's got some kind of vendetta against me today so I guess we could talk somewhere else-"

"That's in your head, Larry," Sal said honestly. "I don't know what makes you think I have something against you today, but I don't. I don't know how you want me to prove that to you."

Larry settles into silence as Ashley pulls the Ford Fiesta into a parking space.

"Just- put the cigarette out and calm down, okay?"

It didn't look like the smoke had much left in it, but Larry still drew one last hit out of it before he stepped out of the car and crushed it beneath his shoe. He throws his bag over his shoulder and slams the car door behind him.

You look over at Sal, who was reaching for the door handle. Ashley and Todd had already exited the vehicle, and Ashley was standing by and waiting for you both to get out so she could lock the car.

"Hey," you murmured before he could leave. The blue-haired boy turned his head and inquired you with raised eyebrows. "Try to be patient with him, when you two talk it out. I haven't known him long—but I can tell he's the sort of person that wouldn't act like that unless something's bothering him."

Sal looks down at you thoughtfully, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. You hear him swallow thickly. "Yeah," he muttered. "He is that type of person. I'll keep that in mind. Thanks."

With that, you both exit the vehicle and Ashley locks the car. Todd and Larry had already walked up a measured distance ahead of the three of you.

"Do you know what that might have been about?" Ashley asks, directing the question toward Sal by holding eye contact with him. You walk to Sal's left, looking ahead as to not be intrusive on the conversation.

"Uh.." he trails off. A cool breeze filters past your face and legs and it makes you shiver. "Not really. Usually, it's about his mom. Whenever they've argued about something, it puts him in a bad mood."

Ashley seems to give herself a moment to reply.

"Anything else?"

Sal does the same.

"Not that I know of."

Your eyebrows twitch downward.

Ashley walks slightly ahead of the two of you. She calls your name, and you look up from the ground, startled. "How are you liking the apartments? Anytime I've been there, they're kind of creepy."

You giggle. "Yeah. You could say that. I'd say they're alright—it gets kind of cold. The water was fucking ice cold today. Could barely shower."

Ashley mirrors your laughter. "Anything else?"

You pause. "Larry has this really great treehouse. I don't know if you've been, but it's honestly pretty cool. It's homey."

She looks up to Sal in surprise. "She's already been? When did you guys show her?"

He tucks a strand of hair behind his ear. "Uh, well, we didn't necessarily show her.."

Ashley looks at you curiously. You sarcastically pout towards Sal, finding his eyes to be twinkling with amusement. "I may have broken into it."

"Oh, you didn't break into it," Sal protests, exhaling sharply through his nose in a gentle chuckle. "You just didn't realize it was inhabited."

You look towards Ashley. "Long story short—I found a cool treehouse. Thought it was abandoned. Climbed into it. Coincidentally, Sal and Larry climbed into the treehouse while I was in it. It was embarrassing."

"It wasn't. It was funny," You could hear Sal's grin. "She smoked for the first time that day."

Ashley's jaw dropped in faux-astonishment. "You've tainted her innocence."

You smile. "It was honestly kind of horrible at first."

Before you knew it, the three of you had entered the school. After a few more minutes of banter and friendly conversation, you and Sal parted ways from Ashley to head towards your first class of the day: math.

Once again, Mrs. Packerton had given the class a math sheet. For god knows why she expected you to know all of these things off of the bat and get all of the questions right with barely any assistance. You were stuck on one problem like it always went.

Someone nudged your arm. You looked to your left and smiled at who was looking at you. He glanced down at your paper. "The answer's-"

"Is there something you'd like to share with the class, Mr. Fisher?"

Fuck, you thought, slowly looking up to your elderly teacher. Glancing over to Sal, his eyebrows were raised and he peered up at the woman at the front of the classroom with something akin to surprise in his eyes. "Uh-"

Before he could explain himself, Mrs. Packerton's entire facade did a 180 and her eyebrows were suddenly furrowed and her frown was deep-set. It was almost comical, and you strained to keep the laugh in. You weren't looking to break a rib, so you unfortunately giggled beneath your breath.

Her dark brown eyes slid over to you. After a moment of being examined and feeling extremely uncomfortable, she sighed.

"I'm administering detention for both of you, after school. I will let you finish the test, but next time this happens it'll be an immediate fail for both of you. Understood?”

You and Sal exchange both equally supposed expressions, before nodding together.

Before class is over, you see Travis giving Sal another sour look. Oh my god, you thought, twirling your pencil around in between your fingers. Is this going to have to be another talk, Travis?

The bell rang. You and Sal jumped up and fled the class as quickly as you could.

"Oh my god," he breathed, as you both stepped into the hallway and began maneuvering through the countless amount of students flooding the halls. "She's super fucking scary. I was so wrong."

You abruptly laugh. "Yeah. She's got that look in her eye." You pause. "I'm sorry, Sal. You wouldn't be getting a detention if it wasn't for me."

Sal tilts his head just slightly. "It's no big deal. It was my fault, anyway. It's not like you asked for my help either times I helped you out. It's not like my dad's going to be mad, anyway—he'll probably be relieved. I've never really got detention for anything, especially involving talking to another person. Probably'll be glad I'm being more social, haha."

You frown. "I'm still sorry."

"I appreciate it, but you don't have to be-"

"If only your friend wasn't so dumb, Sally Face. It's a shame that your perfect record is all tarnished."

Sal appears as though he knew who was talking a few words in. He inhales, turns around to face the blond boy behind him, and backs up a step. "What do you want, Travis?"

Your fingernails sink into your palms. It stings. You told him yesterday!

"Nothing. Just wanna know why she's so stupid."

Sal's eyes flicker. "Mm, think you're forgetting about how close you were to failing mid-terms last year. You're not very bright yourself."

Travis grows a bit red but he looks as though he's trying to ignore his growing frustration. It boggled you—the fact he was so easy to anger because of the fact Sal was defending himself. Defending.. you?

"Whatever. Why am I fucking arguing with a fucking satan worshipper, anyway?"

That genuinely surprised you. What kind of insult was that? And where did it come from?

"Whatever, Travis. God doesn't like bullies, either. I hope you don't kiss your daddy with that mouth-"

You're glad the hall is relatively empty because the crack you hear when Travis' fist meets Sal's prosthetic face is loud and startling. Your heart is in your throat. You place your hands on Travis' chest and push him into the lockers. The metal cages rattle beneath the sudden weight.

"What the FUCK is wrong with you?" You shout, red hot anger coursing through your body and pumping through your veins. "Get the fuck away. I swear to god, I'll-"

Sal murmurs your name, gripping your wrist. "Stop. Don't push him."

You give Travis the bitchiest expression you can muster. He scoffs and walks away. You're surprised he didn't throw one last insult into the air—but he instead walked down the hall with heavy footing, turned around the corner, and disappeared.

As soon as you're done watching him down the hall, you whip around to Sal with wide eyes. He was cupping the place where the mask cut off, collecting blood that dripped down.

"He's got a mean right hook," Sal breathily laughed.

The rage you currently felt made your head hurt. You quickly grabbed him by the wrist and hurried him towards the restrooms at the opposite side of the hall. On your way, the bell rings. You couldn't care less whether or not you were going to miss your class—it's not like you didn't have detention already.

"Hey, what're you-"

You pull him into the girl's bathroom, which was empty. You make sure to turn him away from the entrance. His eyes are as wide as two dinner plates.

"Huh. Smells nice in here," he comments. The fact that's the first thing he says tells you he's clearly in shock from being clocked in the face.

You grab some paper towels and look him in the eye.

"I'm going to clean you up now,"

You reach around his head.

"Hey, I- wait, you don't-"

You unbuckle the clasps at the back of his prosthetic and pull the prosthetic off of his face. You set it aside, and set it on the edge of the sink.

He slowly meets your gaze. The amount of internal fear that's held inside of those eyes—fear you know that's been held in for so long—is astonishing to you. Your eyes soften. You slide your gaze over his face, and all you can feel is an unbelievable amount of happiness and satisfaction.

Butterflies swarm your insides and beat against your ribs at the sight of his mouth.

It's just as kissable as you'd imagined.

Shut the fuck up, you snap back at yourself. Not the time.

You're unable to hold in the large smile that grows on your lips as you bring the paper towels toward his face and wipe away the blood that dripped from his nose, down his mouth, and fell down his chin—there was so much of it that it had made its way down to the collar of his shirt, staining the material scarlet red.

"You can give that to me later," you uttered. "I know a thing or two about getting blood out of clothes, haha."

His lips twitched, but he remained silent and let you do your thing.

After thoroughly cleaning his face off, you return the prosthetic to him, handling it with care.

"Here you go."

After he'd put it on, you met his eyes.

"Hey, Sal, I'm-"

"It's okay." He peered at you sincerely. "That went.. better than I thought it would. I just hope you don't think of me differently."

The thought appalled you.

"No!" You exclaimed, a bit too forceful. You gathered your composure and tried it again. "No. Um- I could never. Seriously. Your face doesn't change who you are, Sal. It doesn't make me think of you any different. You're still you. Besides, I- um... I liked it."

His eyebrows jump and he jerks his head upward. "What?"

"I liked it. I liked your face."

He was silent like it was taking him a little bit to process that. Your eyes wandered during this time, and they landed on the collar of his shirt, again. You cursed.

"Shit. Hold on."

Suddenly, you'd crossed your arms around your midriff and began pulling the sweater upward. The noise Sal made was almost comical.

"No, uh, you don't have to! It's fine, I can-"

Before he could stop you, the shirt was up and over your chest and it was off of your head. Thank god that you'd remembered the black top beneath, or else you'd feel really bad that you couldn't give him the sweater—it wasn't like you could walk around in just a bra (as much as you'd like to sometimes.)

He grabbed the article of clothing from you, hesitant. "You're sure?"

"Yep!"

"Alright," he murmured, cautious, pulling your sweater over his head and pulling it down his torso. Once he'd done so, he looked back to your eyes and inquired you with his own. "So? What do you think?"

Heart beating so loudly it thrummed in your ears, you replied: "You've never looked better," and grinned wider than you ever have before.

#sally face #sally face x reader #sal fisher x reader

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okay, phucker, do it

ok let's do this @rolli-zolli @ninikins

Horrortale: technically an alternate timeline instead of au. after a neutral run where undyne's queen the core malfunctions and food becomes scarce and people resort to eating humans because sans suggested it. Aliza is the protag. latest thing that happened in the ongoing comic was Aliza agreeing to go with Papyrus to solve his last puzzle. as for the appearance of sans he has a HUGE hole on his head and a red eye. he got the hole from undyne when she got his magic eye which was going to be used to power the core. sans didnt die tho and killed the guards holding him down and just took whatever eye was on the ground and used it as a replacement for his magic eye that's powering the core. i quote first words he said after putting the eye in his socket "who the fuck took my phone?". then the magic eye went apeshit and broke the core again. oh and also he made alphys braindead by quite literally scrambling her brain. yeah this au is rough sans hasn't really eaten anything since the core was destroyed since he decided not to eat any humans.

Dusttale: i think this was originally a korean au? basic rundown: too many genocide runs sans goes apeshit and tries to get his Lv up by killing monsters himself man went fuckin insane kills his brother blah blah blah edgy angsty au the ghost of papyrus haunts him n stuff. sans literally just looks the same except he has his hood on and sometimes artists draw him with papyrus's scarf. the cool artists draw him with his hood on and has the hood completely cover his face so u can only see his glowing pupils. although people call him dust sans he's actually named murder sans

Killer: so frickin similar to dusttale except sans goes apeshit because of the human being like "join me lmao". three different outcomes come from this. i think it was 1 sans joins human 2 sans joins human kills human later on 3 kills human or something. friends with color sans who is basically his impulse control. pretty sure his soul's fucked up and Color sans tries to make his soul un-fucked but Nightmare comes in and fucks up the progress. he has white shorts, his eye sockets are constantly pitch black and leaking tar or something also has a weird target thingy on his chest. OH YEAH ALSO HE HAS BEEF WITH UNDERSWAP SANS ALMOST FORGOT. basically swap sans tried to make killer good and then they had a fight, swap sans lost and was on the verge of dying thankfully swap papyrus was able to save him in time i think

Dreamtale: Dream isn't in the drawing but his brother, Nightmare is. Sooo he used to not look all goooy and have tentacles n stuff but then he ate a couple hundred apples and yeah. he's six years old apparently. Nightmare and Dream are supposed to be guardians of a tree that has 500 golden apples and 500 black n goopy apples. the golden aples are positive and the goop ones are negative. you're not supposed to eat either of them cus bad shit happens. Dream and Nightmare live in a village and for whatever reason they're all dicks to Nightmare because ooughh he's the guardian of negativity that's not baller. he also goes apeshit (do u see a pattern here) and eats a goopy apple n then becomes the goop man he is today. he fuckin eats 999 apples jesus christ. and the last one is eaten by Dream because if u eat all 1000 apples u become unstoppable and immortal. so that would be a bad thing if nightmare got the last one. wop wop wop these dude aren't sanses they only have the body of one if that makes sanse.

Error: manlet. he's literally an error and that's why he's like that. also he's technically not a sans now, the redesign for him was so that he could be in the creator's webcomic named Lucidia. Error sans, aka the destroyer of aus, finds aus to be mistakes so he tries to get rid of them. his process of doing this is simple: get the human soul to the void so that they can't reset, destroy the au. he primarily attacks using his strings which can wrap around one's soul and control them. he like some aus like outertale because of how open and empty it is. he likes to be alone and has haphephobia. if u touch him he'll glitch out and possibly crash. he crashes whenever gets overwhelmed. said crashing causes him to shut down and reboot and he's powerless while doing so. he's actually pretty easy to beat if you know how to push his buttons the right way. in the og ask error blog made by his creator Loverofpiggies he kidnaps Swap sans who tries to help Error become a better person. this ends horribly as error leaves Swap sans in the void who then becomes an error aswell due to being alone in the void too long. Error actually regrets doing that to swap sans

Aftertale: OK FUN FACT THE SANS OF THIS AU, WHO'S NICKNAMED "Geno" IS ERROR. aftertale is a comic made by LoverofPiggies it's been SOOOO long since i last read it so i cant really give a good summary. but anyways Geno is trapped in the loading screen with the human and will die if he leaves the loading screen. eventually from being in the loading screen for too long after the events of aftertale he becomes Error.

OOF WOWIE THERE'S SO MUCH TO GO

Underfresh: he's not even a sans either. "Fresh" is a parasite inhabiting a skeleton. his birthday is on 4/20 which is ironic cus he doesn't like drugs. he censors swears. he speaks 90's lingo and dresses like a neon sign. for some reason he has eyebrows and a gold tooth. the glasses he has can change text but normally defaults to "YOLO". he can't feel anything since he has no soul of his own and just latches onto the host's. instead he learns how to act from the people around him. not being able to feel actually bothers him a LOT

Echotale: Aka Gaster sans. uhhh this one was also a comic if i remember correctly. basically Frisk and G!Sans are the only ones in the au and they're trying to find the core to fix the fucked up timeline that they're in but the core keeps changing positions so that sucks.

Swapfell: originally made by Khhoppang who left social media. Started out as an Alphys x Undyne au so only those two were designed but Kh was planning to design more of the characters. before they could people had a field day with the idea of mashing two aus together and SO many people came up with their own designs for sans and papyrus. Khhoppang left social media because they got overwhelmed with all the art reposters and stuff, pretty sad. the appearance of the sans in that au is the purple one with a scythe (i dont think he has a scythe in the og design).

Swapfell Red: so basically this is the swapfell made by people that isn't Khhoppang. community made per se. Sans's appearance changes constantly because as said before many people made many different designs. typically he just looks like Swap sans but with red high heel boots and his color scheme fits underfell

Fellswap (gold): Au made by blackggggum. so swapfell is underswap turned fell, fell swap is underfell swapped it takes a bit to understand that. his appearance is somewhat similar to Swapfell red. He's kind to his friends but if ur his enemy he'll fucking deck you. he's blind in his left eye, the leader of the royal guard, and secretly into dressmaking. fun fact in this au Papyrus has autism

Xtale: uuuuhhhh so Cross is a complicated one. he's part of the royal guard along with papyrus. has beef with xgaster. responsible for the downfall of his au and then Underverse happens and Ink is all "oh cool someone to mess with" and they became friends for a bit then shit hit the fan

Underfell: OOOOO YES UNIRONICALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITES. So Underfell sans is actually a very powerful mf and constantly has his magic eye activated because he has so much magic. This au is also technically an alternate timeline where monsters "lost their humanity" as the creator put it. so basically trust in the underground is scarce. Sans and papyrus, contrary to many interpretations i fucking hate, are actually on good terms (and no sans doesn't call papyrus "boss" the creator said if he does he'd do it ironically and papyrus would hate it). Fun facts he pays Grillby in socks (grillby accepts the socks as payment and wears them), if u make grillby laugh he gives u a jacket that looks like his and it's heavily implied that sans made him laugh because their jackets are similar

Underswap: ah yes another classic that i love as well. originally made by PopcornPr1nce who fled social media because they hated how the majority fandom treated Underswap (Blueberry and Carrot were popular names for the fanon swap papyrus and sans). Swap sans is constantly infantilized by the community which sucks and i hate it so i draw my own very super cool version of him whom i kin because i am also very super cool.

Outertale: mainly an aesthetic au pretty sure there's no comic of it. basically, instead of underground they in space. outer sans dies in underverse after like minutes of screentime lmao

Epictale: a comic made by Yugogeer. the og comic was retconned and the creator loathes the original version and made a reboot that's much better. Sans actually dies very early in it because Yugo hates how Sans is almost always focused on in aus. also the creator hates how meme-y their sans has become (like him saying bruh every single sentence, using a rubber chicken as a weapon, cookies, etc.) he's friends with Cross but not in canon. He has a purple magic eye that makes him immortal and i think only epic gaster could remove it which is how sans was able to be killed when he fought gaster.

Temmietale: it's undertale but everyone is temmie, don't question it

Trainertale: it's undertale but it's Pokemon, don't question it

Dancetale: it's undertale but you dance instead of fight, don't

Mobtale/Mafiatale: im unsure if mobtale and mafiatale are separate or not but they are very similar. basically undertale but mafia it's self explanatory

Undertale: no clue which au is this one, nope not at all/j

Bittytale or whatever idk: so take sans, make him small. boom. never understood this au

THAT BASTARD INK: HOOO BOY SAVED THE WORST FOR LAST. FUCK THIS GUY/j. THIS DUDE. IS THE REASON IM STILL INTO UNDERTALE AUS. I LOVE EM SO MUCH. also technically not a sans. He comes from an unfinished au and ripped his own soul to escape said au and became an outcode. for so long he was just a soulless husk until someone drew him and he got splashed with paint which let him feel. soon he learned to keep the paint in vials so that he can be able to feel 24/7. And then he learned how to create things with a paintbrush and the paint and spent time alone drawing up his own world until a portal appeared and took him to the multiverse. now he encourages artists to keep creating aus. he's the protector of aus in the sense that he keeps other outcodes from disrupting the script of the au, so if it's pacifist and an outcode tries to kill people he'd stop them, if it's genocide and an outcode tried to help them he'd stop them. no matter what he wants the au to stay on script. fun fact the creator of ink and the creator of error never had them interact with each other in canon, that was all the fandom's doing. Contrary to popular belief he's not really considered "good" his alignment is officially "Chaotic neutral". I personally interpret him a lot more chaotic than in canon because it's fun but he's a pretty chill guy actually. he can just be a bit of an ass sometimes. According to the creator of Ink (who is Comyet) his interpretation in Underverse is not canon compliant. one of the biggest canon things that underverse contradicts is Ink deliberately not taking his vials. if he were to do that in canon he'd become a husk again which is the equivalent of him "dying". he was described as a walking corpse by Comyet, without the vials he can't function anymore. Like Error he's pretty easy to beat if you know his weaknesses. also he has fears of empty spaces and being alone

off topic kinda but i very much love how Error and Ink are opposites yet parallel even though they were completely written without the other in mind. Error believes getting rid of aus is getting rid of anomalies. Ink believes people interfering with aus are anomalies. Error loves emptiness, Ink hates emptiness. list goes on it's funky fresh.

also uhhh sanses missing from that drawing that i can name from the top of my head

Seraphim sans, Insans, Dusttrust, He who shall not be named because he's from an 18+ au, Swapswap (yes. that exists), Storyshift, Inverted Fate (very good au i suggest checking it out), Negatale, Oceantale, Template, Pale, Mafiafell, Farmtale

my phone is at 9% y'all are spared from me going on

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ah-ga-seven · 4 years

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Till’ The End of Summer - Chapter 1

>> series masterlist <<

Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Reader

In a Nutshell: College!AU, Rich Kids, Friends to Lovers, Fuckboy athlete Yeonjun, Overprotective Best friend Soobin, contains all of TXT and other Idol cameos, Omnipresent perspective.

Synopsis: You and Yeonjun are caught up in a cat and mouse game because of unspoken feelings and endless pining for each others’ attention. With the summer break approaching and lots of college parties, will you finally get a chance to explore your feelings for each other even though the world and Yeonjun’s reputation makes things complicated?

Word count: 3.2K

Genre: Angst, Fluff,

Warnings: Mentions of sex, alcohol, overall pretty tame.

A/N: English isn’t my first language, pls don’t come for me ;) Also the first chapter sucks and is more of an introduction so pls give ch 2 a chance lmaoo, it’s juicy, i promise.

You were exhausted.

Your second year of college had passed like a whirlwind and you didn’t even have the time to realise.

Deadline after deadline after deadline had passed and you finally handed in your last paper of the year.

You sigh in relief. The pent up tension leaves ur body and the stress seems to fade more and more as the seconds pass. You stare blankly at your laptop screen. Still not quite realising how you managed to write ten thousand words of scientific research just 3 days before the deadline.

You feel two firm hands on your shoulders, massaging you as a way to show comfort “Hey, are you okay? You look like you’re about to cry.”

The voice and sudden skinship startled you a little but as soon as you realise who it is, you relax in his touch.

You remove your Airpods and look up at your best friend, Soobin, who sat down next to you at your favourite secluded table in the school’s cafeteria. It’s where your friends could always find you if you had work to do.

“I just might” you sigh throwing your head back. And suddenly a huge grin crept up your face. Which worked contagiously as Soobin instantly started to smile back at you.

“I did it. I finished all of the work.” You say putting your hand on your forehead dramatically.

Soobin chuckled nudging your shoulder. “I told you, you’d be fine. You always manage to pull through even though you procrastinate so much.” He says as he high-fives you.

You pout at his statement. Yes. It’s a serious problem. “I just-”

You stop your sentence midway as that god walks into the cafeteria. His confident stride to the soda machine dressed in simple athletic wear made your jaw drop slightly. He was sweaty, probably from basketball practice. His chestnut hair damp, cascading his forehead and prickling his eyes. He blinked a few times before blowing the hair out of his face with his pouty lips.

You swallow harshly at the sight and Soobin follows your gaze. You hear him chuckle, right before he flicks your forehead.

“Maybe if you stopped drooling over my roommate, you would’ve been able to focus.”

You send him a glare, kicking his knee under the table, making him yelp out in pain, which caught someone’s attention.

Yeonjun takes out his soda from the machine as his head snaps in your direction. He smiles and approaches your table. Your heart decided to do martial arts in your chest with every step he took towards your table.

You look away from his gaze quickly pretending to be busy with your laptop.

“Hey, what’s up?” Yeonjun said ‘bro-fiving’ Soobin.

“Nothing much, just the usual abuse from miss thing here,” Soobin says sending you a look as he rubs his knee.

“Abuse? I didn’t know you were into that.” Yeonjun says giving you a coy smile, and you nearly choked at his words, looking at him wide-eyed.

You try your best to keep your cool, but Yeonjun was leaning against your chair, inching dangerously close, looking over your shoulder.

“Watchu working on?” he asks cutting the tension.

Oh Yeonjun, always so friendly and interested. If only he knew the effect he had on you. Or the effect he had on at least half of the female and male population of your elite college.

“N-nothing. I mean I just finished it. It’s the paper for Mr. Davis’s class. The last one, so summer can finally start.” You ramble, not sure why you’re telling him all of these details. It’s not like he cares.

You take a mental note to shut up, stealing a quick glance from Soobin who was awkwardly shifting in his seat.

Yeonjun let out a chuckle, patting your back. “Good job, I knew you could do it. This paper will give you an advantage next year right?”

You look up in confusion. “How’d you know?”

“Soobinnie here told me that this paper was the reason you bailed on the party two days ago. Such a shame, would’ve been nice to have you there you know…” Yeonjun says a little lost in thought absentmindedly moving a strand of your hair behind your ear.

Was he? Flirting?

“I have all the time in the world now, so if you want to see me so badly, just give me a call.” You say confidently crossing your arms. You were testing him, and he seemed amused by your sudden confidence.

Soobin rolled his eyes at the two of you. Yeonjun is a notorious fuckboy. A star player of the basketball team, rich, handsome, charming but also his best friend and teammate. You were also his best friend that he had known since childhood, which means that the two of you were a recipe for disaster in his books.

The two of you planned to go to the same college since your parents pushed you to do so, but also because you two are joined at the hip since birth. Oh and did you mention that Soobin was the one with the full basketball scholarship, while you had to rely on your actual brain to get one?

Ever since you started college and were introduced to Choi Yeonjun, you had a meaningless crush on him. But since time passed and you got close to Soobin’s friends and vice versa, your feelings towards him seemed to escalate and you could tell that Yeonjun was into you too. You just didn’t know in what way.

Soobin always tried his best to keep you two apart because he didn’t want you to get hurt. Soobin knew Yeonjun was just going to be in it for the sex and is not ready for a relationship in any way or form.

But Soobin also knows that if you have set your mind to something, there’s absolutely no way that he can talk you out of it. You have always had a fascination for bad boys, wanting to fix them and then crying to Soobin about it when it didn’t work out. It might be the quality he hates about you the most.

But this time it was different. This time it was between two people that Soobin genuinely cared for. So he was against the two of you having any type of relationship other than friendship.

Soobin cleared his throat, diverting the attention back to him. “That sounds nice and all, but I think y/n will be going back home for summer. Right?”

You’re confused by Soobin’s sudden cock blocking and raise your eyebrow at him.

“No, actually. I’m not. Not this year. My parents are traveling through Europe so there’s nothing for me to go home to.” You say. Soobin knows about this. So why would he mention you going back home?

“Well. That’s great. Then we can finally hang out with the whole squad without any of us bailing because of school work.” Yeonjun says smiling.

“Anyways, I’ve got to go. I guess I’ll…see you around?” Yeonjun asks staring at you intently. You just nod in response giving him a smile, which he returned to you immediately. It was more of a smirk than a smile though and you could swear his eyes wandered to your chest, but you didn’t want to jump to any conclusions.

“See you back home bro” Yeonjun said patting the younger one on his shoulder before walking off.

As Yeonjun was out of sight, your head snaps back to Soobin, who was glaring at you.

“What was that about,” you say crossing your arms, fire spitting from your pupils.

“That’s so NOT happening” Soobin states taking a sip out of his water bottle while keeping eye contact.

“Excuse you?” you say lost for words.

Soobin just shrugs, he’s visibly annoyed and you know not to push his buttons right now but you decide to do so anyway.

“Listen, I know you’re practically my brother and all. But you’re not. So I don’t see why you need to act like you are, I like him Soobin. Let me explore my feelings for him a little.” You say in a hushed tone trying not to sound too bitchy, but Soobin just scoffs in response, rolling his eyes at you.

“It’s your feelings that I’m worried about y/n, cause he certainly doesn’t care. He just wants to fuck. If he actually liked you, he wouldn’t look at you like you’re a meal. He’d look at you with affection.”

You’re taken aback by his statement and you’re not so sure if you should bite back at him. Instead, you let him explain some more as you wave your hand at him as a sign for him to continue.

“I care about both of you. I just don’t want this y/n, because when worse comes to worst I will have to choose, and then I will choose you and everything will go to shit. I am his captain, we have the same group of friends, we share multiple classes, hell, we share a whole apartment” Soobin sighs massaging his temples.

“Ok…Ok…Jesus” you give in.

“I promise; I won’t engage” you pout.

“Good,” Soobin says. “Please for once just…listen to me. Trust me, he’s not the type of guy to want a relationship right now.”

“Ok.” You sigh. “But this means you and your girlfriend will be stuck with me all summer then.”

Soobin looks up, confused at how easy it was to talk you out of it. He smiles at you sweetly and his eyes disappear into crescent moons as he does so. “I can’t wait to get mani-pedi’s.” He laughs sarcastically clapping his massive hands together cutely while visibly relaxing in his seat.

Suddenly your heart gets all soft at the sight of the giant baby in front of you. In a way he is right. He’s telling you all the things that you already knew. And the last thing you wanted was to hurt Soobin for some dumb crush you had on a college boy.

“Soobin is just the captain cause he’s the tallest” Yeonjun argues.

You giggle at his childish statement. You were at the park off-campus with some of your friends. Soobin had his arm draped around his girlfriend Mia’s shoulder while she leaned into him. They were disgustingly adorable. And every time they displayed a little too much PDA all of your friends would throw snacks at them.

Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Hueningkai had also joined you on the picnic. You were sitting with your legs draped over Beomgyu’s so there would be enough space for everyone on the blanket you brought.

All of you munched on different types of snacks. And you tried your hardest to keep your distance from Yeonjun without making it obvious.

“Soobin hyung is the captain because he’s not as full of himself as you are” Taehyun said, making everyone but Yeonjun laugh.

He gave Taehyun the glare of death and pouted afterward to show playfulness. “I get no respect in this household” Yeonjun sighs as he throws an M&M at Tae’s head, which he dodged just in time.

Your heart did a jump at the sight of his pout and as if he could sense it, Yeonjun made eye contact with you.

He smirked, looking away when you did.

Mia looked at you, narrowing her eyes as she saw the way you two were stealing glances from each other like high school kids.

Mia was one of your closest friends whom you had introduced to Soobin in the first year. They started dating not long after they met. And from time to time you still remind them of the fact that if it weren’t for you, they’d be sad and lonely.

Mia knew you like the back of her hand, just like Soobin did. So keeping a secret from either of them was basically impossible. The two of them tend to gang up on you a lot. Even though you know It’s out of love and concern, it’s still really fucking annoying sometimes. Especially when it comes to your love life.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you say getting up. Beomgyu reluctantly removed his arm from your leg and uses it as a supporting rod for you to get up.

You smile and thank him, which made Yeonjun narrow his eyes at the two of you, which Mia also noticed.

Soobin however was lost in deep conversation with Hueningkai about some Math problems he had.

Huening was a freshman, just like Tae, but since they were on the basketball team as well, they were all pretty close. And they helped each other out whenever they could.

You admired their friendship and were happy to call them your friends as well.

“I’ll come with you,” Mia says untangling her man's arms from her waist as she tries to get up, earning a sad pout from Soobin in return. “Come back soon,” he said sighing.

“Don’t be disgusting” Yeonjun and you say at the exact same time. Earning chuckles from everyone.

You look at each other surprised and laugh like the two of you were in your own world.

This time, Soobin noticed, and you try your best to avoid his gaze.

“You two are just bitter cause you’re single” Taehyun stated throwing his head back in evil laughter.

“Well so are you, so are all of you except for them so what’s your point exactly” Yeonjun bites back giving Taehyun a beaming smile while stuffing his face with a handful of the chocolates.

“Ehm, shall we?” Mia nudged you and you nodded as the boys’ bickering became background noise while you walked off together.

“Why do chicks always go to the bathroom together” Hueningkai questioned with genuine curiosity.

“So they can talk shit in private,” Beomgyu said wiggling his eyebrows.

As Mia and you walked further and further from your spot, Mia looks over her shoulder to determine if it’s a safe enough distance to start gossiping.

“Dude” she nudges you while speaking in a hushed tone.

“Why were you and Yeonjun literally eye-fucking each other in front of everyone.”

Your eyes grow wide and you turn around facing her. “Eye-fucking” you repeat her, suppressing a chuckle while trying to be as nonchalant as possible.

“I think you’re seeing things.” You say shrugging.

“Am I y/n?” she looks at you with a stern expression, and this time you’ve had about enough.

You sigh in frustration as you open the door to the public bathroom entrance.

“Look, Soobin already gave me the ‘Yeonjun is a fuckboy so stay away’ lecture, I really don’t need to hear it again.”

“Soobin lectured you about not engaging with Yeonjun?” Mia says surprised.

You raise your eyebrows. “You didn’t know? I thought he told you everything.”

Mia sighs. “If you like him, who’s Soobin to tell you what to do with those feelings?”

Your jaw drops, in awe of the fact that she’s siding with you on this one. “But if he hurts you, I’ll break his ankles.” She says determined, with her psycho protective smile. Ah, there it is.

“Well. Soobin really gave me an ultimatum. He basically says that if things end badly, he would have to choose between us and that it’d ruin not only his friendship but the team’s teamwork and everything. I don’t want to have that on my conscience just because I’m lusting over Yeonjun.”

Mia nearly busted a lung laughing and you cocked your eyebrow at her in surprise. “What are you laughing about” you try to suppress a smile, amused by her sudden outburst.

“He. Is. So. Dramatic” she says still recovering from her laughing fit.

“He is?” you ask genuinely interested in her point of view.

“Yes, he is. Look I don’t want to be the one to push you into toxicity or anything but we know Yeonjun. He is sweet? And nice. And he has never given me an off vibe. I can tell he has eyes for you, the only problem is that a lot of girls have eyes for him too and that can become a problem. The issue is if YOU can handle that.” Mia fixes your hair while she speaks and you sigh.

She’s right. “But Soobin”

“Oh fuck Soobin, I’ll keep my mouth shut. Just live a little. What’s the worst that could happen.”

“Did you pee out the whole lake? That took forever.” Soobin states yanking Mia back into his lap.

“I missed you,” he says nuzzling his face in her neck.

“Ok, gross.” Beomgyu rolled his eyes.

“There was a line” you lie walking over to Yeonjun’s side, sitting down between him and Hueningkai this time. This action earned a look from Soobin, who was basically cursing at you with his eyes, all while Mia smiled at you knowingly. It also earned a look from Yeonjun, he looked at you surprised but content, and he gave you a sweet smile, his facial expression softened immediately when you nudged him playfully as you sat down next to him.

The whole afternoon was spent laughing and bickering. Listening to the boys’ none sense and Taehyun making snacks disappear and appear with his never-ending magic tricks. All while the six of you were busting your brains trying to solve Hueningkai’s mathematical equations for his engineering class.

Yeonjun inched closer to you from time to time. The both of you were in charge of the music that was blasting from your portable speaker. You compared your Spotify playlists and noticed how much you have in common with him music-wise. It was fun seeing Yeonjun becoming all passionate about his favourite artists, it certainly didn’t help the fact that you were trying to keep a distance from him. Cause his cute little mannerisms and the way he gets so engrossed in his storytelling made you fall for him even more. Face first to be exact.

From time to time you would feel Yeonjun’s gaze linger on you. He’d ‘accidentally’ brush his arm against yours or he would touch your thigh, asking you to pass him another can of soda.

It was a lot, but you couldn’t say you hated it.

“It’s getting late” Taehyun says getting up. “We need to prepare for the party tonight”

his statement earned hums, moans, and groans from everyone.

“Whose party?” you asked.

“Johnny. That senior from the photography major” Yeonjun answered, looking at you with a hopeful expression. “You’re coming right?”

You smiled at him, nodding your head. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

“Dude this is a disaster,” you say rummaging through your clothes while you were on Facetime with Mia. “I don’t have anything to wear”

Mia rolled her eyes at you. “You trying to impress someone?” she said stuffing her face with seaweed chips.

You stare at her through the screen “Listen, you little shit. Just because you’re in a happy marriage doesn’t mean you get to be all sarcastic and judgy”

She snorted “Marriage!? Oh please. You’re just trying to impress Yeonjun and that’s fine. Just wear something that covers the least amount of skin, he’ll like it.”

“You’re a menace to society” you state, Mia shrugs at your choice of words and laughs. “But you’re right.” You give in grabbing a strappy lilac mini dress. “Then I guess this is contestant number one”

“Ooh, yes! Love that, wear that.” Mia enthusiastically exclaims giving you a thumbs up.

“Okay, that was a lot easier than I thought this was going to be, I’m gonna finish getting ready. You and Soobin are picking me up, right?”

“Yes, we are. Be ready at 11.”

“Alright, see you, bye”

“Bye.”

You throw your phone on your bed and hold the dress in front of your figure, looking at yourself in the mirror. You sigh, getting a rush of anxiety and butterflies in your stomach as you think of seeing Yeonjun again tonight.

Let’s see where this goes.

Chapter 2

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innuendostyles · 3 years

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Your from the UK right??? Not to make u sad but imagine going to Asda with Ben at 2 in the morning (u only went for some milk) and u end up coming out with almost the entire shop in ur trolley 😂😂 Happens to the best of us

YAY

“We’re only going for milk.” He quietly mumbled as he aimed the keys at the car and pressed the lock button, hearing the sound of the mechanisms working to ensure the car wouldn’t get stolen from the car park. He held his hand out for you to take before he crossed the zebra crossings, giving a silent nod to a car that’d stopped so the two of you could pass.

It was a gentle reminder but also a jest at himself, considering the last time he’d gone to Asda this late, he’d returned home with a new DVD player for your living room, an abundance of on-sale Easter chocolate, and a DIY friendship bracelets set (it was located in the 6 years and over section, but he wouldn’t tell anyone that part.)

The bracelets aforementioned had been tied to your wrists for a month and a half now, yours was a braided black, white and yellow band while his was black, white and red. He somehow matched his outfit, black jogging bottoms, a red Nike hoodie and the best part of all…. socks with sliders. You’d claim that if he wore those out of the house, you’d pretend not to know him, but later decided that it was more endearing than embarrassing. His socks were black with red love hearts printed all over them, some you’d got him for Valentine’s Day as he claimed that “a pair of socks is the best present you could ever buy a man.”

You, on the other hand, wore a pair of black leggings, paired with an extremely worn “Rolling Stones 1979 Tour” acid wash t-shirt. Ben had insisted that you wear one of his jackets, given the fact that your local Asda always seemed to be freezing around this time, so it was topped off with a navy blue Nike Air Max windbreaker. Your fluffy bed socks really pulled the outfit together.

You each had one of Ben’s AirPods in your ear, currently listening to a song by The Lumineers, one that Ben described to you as making him feel as if he was “running down a sandy beach trying to get to you.” His pinky finger slid around your pinky finger as he strayed to the shelter where all the trolleys (shopping carts) were located.

He always pushed the trolley, claiming his driving skills were better than yours, but you knew the only reason he enjoyed pushing them so much was so he could “fly down the aisles”, an act in which he would push the cart extremely fast when there was nobody near you, and lift his feet from the ground, letting the cart take all his weight.

The song ended and changed to a Snoop Dogg song, to which you quirked an eyebrow, asking, “What fucking playlist is this?” with a laugh.

You walked through the sliding doors, Ben already getting distracted by some plants that were on clearance at the front doors, silently placing 2 small plant pots with some sort of pink flower in the middle into the cart.

There was a display as soon as you entered the shop floor, a large green cardboard cut out of the grinch, next to it sitting a handful of Christmas DVD’s, letting all the customers know that they could “Buy 1 Christmas DVD and receive a free 9” pizza”. Ben’s eyes immediately lit up, turning his head towards yours as he exclaimed that Christmas films and food are two of his favourite things ever. You shook your head in disbelief as you picked through the DVD’s, most of them being new and animated films you’d never heard of.

You were looking for one in particular, though you had little faith that it would be in the same pile as these cartoon ones. Ben loved The Nativity, one of the funniest Christmas films in the world, he reckons. He thought Martin Freeman was one of the best actors ever, and that along with Marc Wootton, it had to be the best film ever.

You rifled through the array of cases, finally picking out a white cover that read, “The Nativity!” You placed it in the cart, seeing Ben’s eyes light up as he bounced up and down in excitement, like a child.

“Can we get pepperoni on the pizza? Please!” He whined, earning a “yes” from you, to which he skipped down the aisle and giggled like a schoolboy.

You reached the fridges, Ben picking up 2 pints of milk and putting them in the trolley before giving an accomplished nod.

“Can we ‘ave a look at some vinyls?” He asked, with a pleading pout that he knew always won you over.

“Ooh, yeah actually, Gwil said he wanted the Hamilton vinyl a couple of weeks ago. Might be a good present, yeah?” You suggested, knowing it would result in Ben realising he hadn’t yet bought Christmas presents for any of his friends yet, something you’d been trying to gently remind him of for the last couple of weeks.

You made your way to the music section, getting distracted by anything and everything you could find. Ben was clinging onto a t-shirt with a green dinosaur on it, lit up by Christmas lights with a star on top of its head, the phrase “Tree-Rex” printed underneath it.

He held up the knitted fabric to you, and you both whispered, “Joe.” at the exact same time. It was folded and placed into the cart.

A pack of 250 small Christmas cards was the next thing to grab your attention, Ben telling you that the two of you “had to send the neighbours a card this year, considering the amount of times they’ve had to endure foolish giggles and the creaky bed really late at night!” You’d simply nodded with a chuckle, though he didn’t put them in straight away. He noticed the box had been busted open at the top and went on a hunt for an unopened box. He reached his arm all the way back into the shelf, jokingly asking you to hold his hand so he didn’t get lost. He finally grabbed a pack, throwing them into the trolley from about a meter away and doing a celebratory dance when they went in.

One of the lights overhead flickered, which caused Ben to turn to you with an over-exaggerated gasp, claiming “Asda is haunted!!!!” and running away from you frantically. You guffawed at his antics, lightly jogging after him while trying to catch your breath from laughing.

After collecting your pizza on the way to the music section, Ben made a quick turn down the homeware section. He browsed the cushion cases, holding up a few colours and patterns that he thought may match your living room sofa, all of which received a horrified glare from you (this was the exact reason you didn’t let him take the lead when you decided to start decorating your flat together… his first suggestion was warm brown walls with a stripy turquoise and black sofa…)

He reached the mirror section, finding an extremely large plain mirror, with no frame, slowly running his finger over the edge of it.

“Might buy us this for Christmas.” He stated.

Your brows raised in confusion, tilting your head to tell him you were unsure why he’d said it.

“One of them naughty mirrors…… when you put it on the ceiling so I’d be able to see everything when you’re ridi-“ your hand quickly shot over his mouth, your eyes widening as you took in what he meant. You could feel his lips sporting a smirk beneath your palm. You shook your head and giggled along with him.

“C'mon babe… know you’d love seeing this juicy cheeks every time I’m on top of you…” you lightly smacked his chest and delivered a sharp, yet humorous, “enough!”.

Once you’d finally made it to the music section, Ben appeared to be in his element. He’d picked up the Hamilton vinyl for Gwilym, as well as a new Ariana Grande record for Lucy. He was eyeing up Taylor Swift’s newest release, hoping you wouldn’t notice when he slipped it into the cart. He groaned when you looked him directly in the eyes and shook your head with a knowing smile on your face.

“I was gonna give you that for Christmas! Now you’ve ruined the surprise!” He whined with a pout.

“You are all I want for Christmas.” You replied, already cringing wondering if anyone else had heard you.

He, too, shook his head, but still gave you a quick kiss on the cheek to show his appreciation for you.

The next aisle was the clearance aisle. This was a dangerous one for Ben. His Mum had always taught him “never to pass up a bargain, cause you’ll see it one day, regret not buying it, go back the next day and it’ll be gone!”.

Within 5 minutes of browsing the shelves, he’d picked up a large Christmas-themed Yankee Candle gift set for his brother, a turkey-shaped dog toy for Frankie (this one you’d suggested) as well as a pack of 3 photo frames and a new flower vase for his mum.

Walking to the checkout was always a dangerous game, as the bakery part of the shop was located right next to all the tills. He’d always claim to be “just looking” while you unloaded the trolley onto the moving belt so the cashier could scan your items, and most times he only came back with a box of flapjacks or at the most, 2 jam donuts and a reduced fat chocolate eclair cake.

What you weren’t expecting today, however, was for your boyfriend to return with a basket he’d picked up from somewhere, filled with pastries and cakes that made your mouth water.

“These’ll be alright til Christmas Eve won’t they? Can watch Nativity with our little pizza ‘n then fill ourselves wi’ these after? Yeah?” You didn’t really get a chance to reply before the food was placed down onto the belt. You’d never seen him so happy with himself, thinking he’d just come up with the best idea in the entire world, even though you’d done basically the same thing for the last 2 years of spending Christmas together.

The cashier gave you your total, a whopping £110, even though you’d originally come in for 2 pints of milk, which should’ve brought your total to around…. £3.

He shook his head with a small smile as he took his card out of his wallet, swiping it over the reader and thanking the lady when she gave him his receipt. He rolled the trolley out onto the car park, you following closely behind telling him to unlock the car so you’d be able to hear the beep it made and find it, considering how dark it was outside. After locating the vehicle, he gently placed all the items in the backseat, taking extra care to make sure the pizza was cushioned by Joe’s new shirt and Frankie’s new toy. He dropped the trolley back off at the shelter before getting into the car, strapping his seatbelt and turning the radio on.

Paul McCartney’s “Wonderful Christmastime” filled the speakers, causing Ben to let out a quiet, “What a fuckin’ banger!”.

You couldn’t resist the urge to lean over and give him a peck on the cheek and a ruffle of his hair. You simply were having a wonderful Christmas time.

#WILL ADD A KEEP READING LATER I PROMISE !!!!#ben hardy x reader #ben hardy fluff #my work #LUV A GOOD ASDA TRIP

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firebuug · 2 years

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for the oc emoji meme; collision, crying, punch (the irony of asking this when all ur ocs are literally murderers /j) and spider for Skuggy, Farrow, Dexter and Buggy!!

FEEDING ME OC CONTENT THANK YOU (is creating the content) also kKHJFKFKFG HEY!!!!! NOT ALL OF THE— ok thats a philosophical question, in the words of socrates these bitches r killers. under da cut its 3 Miles long

💥 what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

LOL so im an emotionally constipated bitch so naturally all my ocs are too

• buggy has trouble dealing with grief without either shutting down or lashing out, and also cannot for the love of god stand up for himself he is traumatized. he had an issue with trying to put on a smile all the time but after the juggy event he is much more willing to be human now LOL. embrace feeling emotion w your friends after grieving together

• skuggy has trouble accepting love both platonic and romantic bc his brain is telling him they r lying or have deeper intentions 😔he also refuses to show any concerning emotion around anyone bc he’ll look Vulnerable but it usually ends up in him burning out and being concerning anyways LNFNDKF.

• the only emotions farrow n dex allow themselves to feel is anger and joy LMFNDNDKKSK anything else? nonexistent . poof . farrow filters all his negative emotions so that they come out as rage, while dexter just doesn’t know how to handle anything other than anger or joy because he didn’t have any use for them or time to waste processing emotions, he has a town of take over! so instead whenever he feels a new emotion he internally panics LOL. farrow just refuses to let anyone know he feels at all and has not cried in years. ok maybe thats a lie but before dying he went years without shedding One tear cuz what is there to cry abt when youre winning

😭 what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

SPEAKING OF CRYING LOL

• it is not easy to get farrow to cry despite the fact hes been bottling it in ever since he was like 16 because hes so fuckin determined to keep up his image of being Unmovable, but the things that usually does make him cry are just being too overwhelmed, not knowing how to handle his emotions, or being really scared

• seeing skuggy cry is like seeing a blue fuckin moon, he just doesnt do it unless he’s Also overwhelmed with negative shit, really worried about someone, or being thrown back 2 da past. he doesnt even like crying in front of ppl he trusts and he’ll get upset if they try to comfort him

• buggy feels very strongly and still is hesitant to cry as to not worry anyone but youre more likely to see him cry than the others, he cries if he’s really emotionally hurt or worried or if he missed someone a lot. other than that hes a happy guy

• dexter does not cry . i cannot imagine him crying thats how hard wired edgy i wrote him. im still trying to wrap my head around him feeling love for his brother for the first time in dnd so i am not at the point where i can think of what makes him cry yet. why do grown cis men who thrive off toxic masculinity cry? ive only ever seen fathers cry when everything is lost. even then i think dexter would just sit there in silence and zone out or smtng not cry

👊 are they quick to violence?

this is getting really long. buggy is not quick to violence at all, he actively tries to avoid it unless someone is getting up in his face and trying to get at him. skuggy will punch a customer if they push his buttons enough he doesnt give a fuck. he’ll violence anyone. farrow is a rabid animal. dexter does not violence bc he wants to look sane but he will grab your arm or shoulders really tightly to give you a hint

🕷 what is their biggest fear? any irrational/mundane fears?

• buggy fears abandonment the most 😳😔👊 his mundane fear is small dogs bc he got chased and bitten by one when he was dousing LOL

• both dex n farrow fear losing control the most and have phobias of anything related to their death [even like, lying down on a spa bed or doctors table or whatever for farrow] if someone puts their hands near their death scars they get nervous. farrows mundane fear that haunts his anxiety thoughts is bugzz 🐛

• skuggy. u know him. he dont like da fire. his mundane fear is geese and swans cuz theyre vicious but thats normal human instinct. probably doesnt like thunderstorms cuz they can cause fires if youre anxious enough

WE’RE DONE if you made it this far for some reason literally im ur biggest fan youre awesome

#ask #WOW OK SHIT ITS 1 AM ITSATE FIEJAJDKFG #THANK UUUUUUU i love rambling and thinking abt things ^_^#also once i realized that the big fear can lead to smaller phobias i went like ohohoohoh. ohogogogoogogog. heehe.#if u died strapped to a table ur not gonna want to be lying on a table or restrained in any way #rambles #ocs #buggy #skuggy #dexter #farrow

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moondustaeil · 3 years

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If your moots (or blogs you want to be mutuals with) were fanfics, what would they be? I personally think you'd be a 'royalty au, protective brother king!Kun × princess/prince!reader × suitor!Sangyeon' fanfic! 📚

You just seem very mature and put-together to me.

hihi, my love!! This was so nice to do even if it took a long time, I loved it so thank you. Also thank you for saying what fic I would be, I wish I could live in that fic 🥺💙

If you’re not in here, I’m so sorry, I’ll still add you if you want or next time someone asks me this, I’ll add you!

you can find the fics and moots under the cut! I didn’t go in any particular order, just who popped in my mind at what moment and émi last bc she’s my world yes. This is way longer than expected

@sunhyuck

Au: soulmates

Pairing: wanderer!Haechan x Kei

Backstory: ever since Donghyuck accidentally met eyes with a stranger on the street, he is greeted with sunflowers scattered along his path. Young sunflowers dance under the sun, turning to the source of warmth and light. Just like the sun is all you've been gazing at ever since you walked on the same path as your soulmate.

Why: because I truly think of Kei as one of the people I'll always go to and when thinking about soulmates, I think of people who find each other and accept each other despite different lives. That I will connect to the weird variety of subjects we talked about. I love you, my angel (if you're reading this).

⠀

@neo-cult-ure

Au: demonic entities , haunted house , roommates

Pairing: composer!Taeyong x journalist!Ley

Backstory: Taeyong has been shouting over his music to you for over half a year, almost begging you to dedicate a column to him and his music. When his equipment starts picking up the strange noises coming from the house, it becomes clear that the clock hasn't been stopping at 3:19am for nothing. With Taeyong discovering the entity living among you, you decide to dedicate the article to Taeyong and your invisible roommate.

Why: do I even need to explain, this queen owns horror and the horror concept. She's the one I'll bow to because I owe her a lot and she's freaking talented.

⠀

@ceruleanskies

Au: secret relationship

Pairing: soloist!Yuta x stylist!Kai

Backstory: ever since Yuta appeared on the red carpet with a short haircut, fans hunt for the person that made the decision to get rid of his mullet. All fingers point towards you, stylist of Nakamoto Yuta, from each finger a new opinion flows into your ears: too short, not the right colour, better looking with the mullet. Though one finger shoots the arrow right in the heart "they're dating."

Why: because I truly adore Kai even though I'm way too scared to actually tell, I don't want to mess up and make her think that I'm some kind of weird person. In my eyes, she sparkles through my screen.

⠀

@neonun-au

Au: dating app

Pairing: photographer!Johnny x Mads

Backstory: just like he with a button alters between the different pictures on his camera, Johnny alters between the different profiles, swiping them in his desired direction. That's how you strand in his life and mostly his camera roll: the pictures he takes, one by one, capture you.

Why: because even though we don't know each other well, I truly want to capture her in my memory and think about the smiles I had on my face when reading her messages.

⠀

@flowerhyucky

Au: arranged by fate (you can call this soulmates but I'm calling this arranged by fate)

Pairing: Hendery x Ana

Backstory: one day, the flowering plant amaranthus caudatus settles itself in the middle of an empty field. Another day, someone else's birth flower is planted next to the amaranthus caudatus. The young miracles of nature grow just as their owners do, however, they don't bloom until the love between you and Hendery starts to bloom.

Why: I really like Ana and her URL actually inspired the story, I could write so many adorable aus to fit her but nothing would compare. I truly like her vibes and her personality is so beautiful, like wow.

⠀

@smileyjaeminies

Au: university , writer

Pairing: writing student!Jaemin x student!Alex

Backstory: exam season is closer than expected for you, with only a few days to go until you scribble your knowledge down on the exam sheet and a week to go until you need to hand in your paper. However, someone is willing you help you with that paper. Na Jaemin, student and writer who seems to have more control over his life than the earth has over global warming. As the word document increases in pages, so does your liking towards the young writer.

Why: I met Alex thanks to thesunnyshow that we're both co-admins of, and it immediately felt as if we were friends. Alex helped me through the screen when I fell off my bike (yes haha, a 21-year-old one took the wrong brake) and I try to make it work when she's busy with uni but we have a shift. So I think we're a great team and that's why I picked this au.

⠀

@fruityutas

Au: broken relationship

Pairing: Taeil x Emily

Backstory: "Can I go on?" Taeil asks himself every morning, gazing upon your sheet-covering body as you drown in the world of sleep. The wind howls outside the window, and Taeil wishes the wind would push you towards him, but the soft blowing only pulls you further away from him. You feel a soft breath against your neck, the soft lips murmuring "without you, there's no way."

Why: I don't know why I chose this particular plot, maybe it was because I was listening to a song and based it on that. Initially, I wanted to go for a cheerful and happy plot that reminded me of her URL, but I ended up with angst. I remember we had this talk about angst and went from that. Also, I adore her so much, I probably expressed that once in a gc already but I'm saying it again.

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@afishcalledfatin

Au: friends to lovers

Pairing: Jungwoo x Fatin

Backstory: for as long as you can remember, you've been friends with Kim Jungwoo. In your childhood and teenage years, the term BFFs would be engraved in each object you gave to each other, but now that you two are adults, life is different. You want to give him the world because he deserves everything, he wants to give you love because his heart is longing for yours.

Why: because she feels like a friend that I've had for years, we don't always talk but when we do, it just feels like we've been friends since forever. I love that a lot about her and I love how easy she is to approach and talk to, she's a true darling.

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@heartyyjeno

Au: strangers to lovers

Pairing: Sungchan x Alesha

Backstory: trainee life is tough for Sungchan, even thinking about having to walk for over half an hour to get to the dance studio is something Sungchan stopped looking forward to. However, he meets you on his way, walking along the same path to get to a different location. One step a day with you along his side is all it takes for him to look forward to it again, to walking with you and getting to know you better.

Why: because Alesha is a great friend and we, unfortunately, don't talk as much as we used to, but that doesn't take away I'm always there for her and she's always there for me. Sungchan's walk resembles the many different talks that we had together and not all of them were fun, but we walked the path together.

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@jimjamjaemin

Au: youtuber , vlogger

Pairing: vlogger!Mark x vlogger!Mona

Backstory: Mark and you have been a couple for over a year, with the growing interest in your relationship, you and Mark start a YouTube channel. From a look in the life to fun challenges, you and Mark take over the crown of cute YouTube couples.

Why: Mona and i didn't meet in the best situation, we started to talk when there was quite some drama in the fandom. But I love Mona and the thing she made me for my birthday reminded me of an editor which led me to a youtuber au!

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@chaoticdeobi

Au: bakery/coffee shop (bc how can I not, she kicked me out of the coffee queue)

Pairing: soft-spoken!New x coffee shop owner!Bea

Backstory: the coffee quote that hangs inside your coffee shop, is something that Chanhee cites every day. With a soft voice, he orders his coffee and then flashes you his smile when you proceed to tell him that the cookie is on the house. As you bring the coffee to his table, the last minute of your shift ticks by, and when you sit with him, you start your shift as girlfriend.

Why: I literally love love love Bea, sometimes she reminds me of a soft-spoken person and other times she reminds me of a chaotic deobi. I still laugh to myself thinking about our talks, thinking about having fun together. We don't get to talk as much as I'd like, but when we do, I wish we could talk forever.

⠀

@juyeonzz

Au: criminal , badass , something chique

Pairing: criminal!Jacob x partner in crime!Qiu

Backstory: pointing the gun at his future victim, Jacob awaits your return. You explore the house: tugging at knobs of money-filled drawers, opening jewellery-clad treasures. But you are looking for the key to Jacob's heart, a golden key dusted with scratches, poisoned with old blood from when someone else locked his heart and pulled the key out harshly.

Why: because Qiu really gives me chique and sad vibes, when I think about her, I think about a longing feeling described with poetic words. Qiu wasn't my first mutual but if I need to mention my first mutuals, there's a big chance I'll include her because it feels like she was one of the first people I got close to.

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@atbzkingdom

Au: dream

Pairing: Haknyeon x Dee

Backstory: if Haknyeon were to have one more day on this earth, how would be spend it? He would make a timetable of which you are the only returning factor, because he would like to drown himself in time with you. Twenty-four hours in which he is the sun that illuminates each part of the world, the world that is you, rotating until the sun is replaced by the moon.

Why: I don't know Dee that well because we haven't talked overly much, but whenever I think about her, I think about references with the earth, sun and moon or natural things. She's just a sweet person, and it seems really natural to talk to her!

⠀

@127-mile

Au: muse , painting

Pairings: Ten x Émi (but there's also Renjun in here)

Backstory: from the brush that Renjun manoeuvres, droplets of paint colour the blank canvas in a self-made story. Ten, the master that learned Renjun how to portray his muse, is now standing next to Émi, the young woman returning in each painting of Ten. Never had they stood next to each other: artist and muse. Never had they consciously smiled at each other. Never had they been real. Until now. Immortalised on the canvas, Ten hugs his Émi, they might both be droplets of paint with a shadow, but behind the canvas Renjun bids farewell to his last painting. His tear streaks the painting, blurring the line between reverie and reality

Why: because Émi and Renjun are both my muses in life and writing, creatively but also in daily things. I proclaim my love for Émi a lot but that never takes away how genuine it is, because I genuinely love her and sometimes it seems so surreal that she's in my life. Sometimes I'm afraid that she's a dot, a droplet of paint that will fade by time until I have no more remains of her. But however long we have left, I will cherish and love her each day just like she loves Ten (isn't that a sad love story, I literally cried for like five minutes after this 😂)

#Seashell telephone 🐚 (ask)#Don't have a tag for my mutuals whoops but I'll make it one day

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jcrdvn · 3 years

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[ alex fitzalan, cis male, he / him ]. hey, is that [ jordan reeves ]? i figured it was them because they’ve been blaring [ fairly local by twenty one pilots ] all day. i hear they’re still living in [ mountainside village ]. everyone says they’re [ hedonistic & supercilious ], but i think they’re [ resolute & urbane ]. whenever i see them, i think of [ crisp white shirts with the sleeves rolled up, calloused fingertips riddled with paper cuts, & a subtle smirk under stormy eyes ].

hey, hi, hello! i’m chrissie and i’m super duper excited to be here n plot with you all : ) this is my trash kid and troubled son jordan. he’s honestly the worst but like he’s secretly a marshmallow under the surface, he just doesn’t ever show it. he feels like he’s the worst so he acts like he’s the best lmao he’s a very direct, aloof, deadpan snarker and carries around a lot of trauma and anger but is always up for a good time. he also has major daddy issues, like wow. feel free to hmu for plots and connections or light up that lil grey heart n i’ll shimmy myself into your ims!

the basics.

JORDAN OLIVER REEVES — twenty-five, aries, the arcane, struggling musician + part-time writer !

possible triggers : infidelity, divorce, alcoholism, drug abuse, cancer, death, car crash, funeral.

tl;dr. ah, here he is—my tol, troubled, grouchy son : ' ) don't u just adore ur resident trashy, snarky, but precious and sad fuckboi muse? bc i know I DO! anyways, before i digress, i'll cut to the chase. so, the reeves family: a line of manhattan-born businessmen / lawyers / diplomats etc. they're dripping in wealth, not always as squeaky clean as they portray themselves as to be. jordan’s dad was a douche, expected both of his sons to follow in his shadow and become lawyers, ran around behind his wife's back: the whole shoot and shebang of a classic a-hole. he always kind of ignored jordan in favour of his eldest son so jordan kinda became hard-hearted and resentful due to the lack of his father's attention. skip a few years and jordan spied his dad cheating on his mother with his secretary though he refused to tell another soul for fear of any potential backlash. soon enough, his mother found this out for herself, their argument ruined jordan’s thirteenth birthday party then they divorced soon after. his mother fell off the wagon, became terminally ill—all while his father was remarrying and expecting a daughter with his secretary. it was a hella rough two years for jordan. it got even worse. eventually, his mother passed away and his step-mother divorced his father to breeze off into the sunset with her new lover; leaving her daughter with her piss-poor excuse of a dad. at this point, jordan was lonely and angry but adopted the role of his step-sister's protector, shielding her from their father's increasing substance abuse induced violence. just before his seventeenth birthday, his father died in a car crash. of course, jordan didn't entirely mourn the loss. almost immediately, he and his younger sister moved in with their elder brother who helped jordan get into university. with dear ole dad out of the picture, he could finally pursue his interest and flair for music. after he graduated, he moved to stowe, pennsylvania with his brother and brother's family which is where he’s been living for the last few years. he's kinda ... struggling to break into the music industry but lord knows he tries his best. gold star for him, no? he plays a few gigs here and there, he gets by, makes the most of what cards the big bad world has dealt him. on the side, he writes occasional pieces for the local paper to aid in tiding him along. he's a determined son of a gun, we have to give him that! he isn't as cutthroat or ruthless as his father and uncles ( and, to a degree, even his brother ) but he does have trust issues and keeps everyone at arm's length hence his rather promiscuous background, oop? deep down, he has a good heart even if he does seem like a distant asshole on the surface. but, hey! he learned how to perfect a façade from the best—cheers papa reeves!

random extras.

he’s pretty nifty with his fists.

although he comes across as cocky and full of it, his mental health isn’t actually the best which is why he sometimes seems to fall off the face of the earth and sometimes becomes distant and aloof.

loves horror movies.

tends to repress his emotions until he explodes.

healthy coping mechanisms?? he doesn’t know them.

doesn’t fully trust anybody.

the only person he’s ever truly hated was his father.

is actually really kind and compassionate underneath.

is prone to pushing the self destruct button.

suffers from severe insomnia. legit only sleeps two or three hours a night, if he’s lucky.

low key afraid of cats but its cool, he’s a dog person anyway.

comes across as a narcissistic douchebag but that’s just what he wants you to think.

favourite coping mechanism? isolation.

is a little snarky and grumpy but if you manage to break this exterior, you’ll find he’s quite witty and easy going.

wanted plots.

ok so bc i have like two brain cells ( three on a good day, which, i admit, is rare ) i’m terrible at coming up with plots / connections but i’ve listed a few that i’d love to play out and develop!

naturally, i’d love to explore the pre-established connections for olivia and lyndsey and see what we could come up with to deepen those!

a best pal: someone he could trust, confide in and actually be 100% himself around.

friendship bonds: ex-friends, exes who are now friends, frenemies, fwbs, a secret friend from cumberland hills.

romantic bonds: exes of all kinds, secret hookups, former hookups, current hookups, past flings.

hostile bonds: enemies and rivals, friendships that have turned sour for whatever reason, clashes of personalities.

basically anything and everything pls n thank u! <3

#henlo pls luv my boy.#throw a like on this n i'll come pester u for plots!#snowcliffe.intro

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kazetsukinu-archived · 4 years

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STUDY : MIZUKI

۝ BASICS

IS YOUR MUSE TALL / SHORT / AVERAGE? he’s average height. when he was younger he was BABY smol.

ARE THEY OKAY WITH THEIR HEIGHT? yes. he’s not by any means insecure.

WHAT’S THEIR HAIR LIKE? when he was younger it was much longer. I headcanon that due to a battle he had with another demon it was cut off and he was FURIOUS. like how you DARE. He’s very androgynous with his silver white hair.

DO THEY SPEND A LOT OF TIME ON THEIR HAIR / GROOMING? abso- *fing - lutely. when he was younger he was known to spend a lot of time fixing his appearance either after having some one poke and prod him to play with his hair or hugs / snuggles. I’m lookin at you rin.

DOES YOUR MUSE CARE ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE / WHAT OTHERS THINK? only select few. he very much wants to emulate his father’s power and respect he denotes so he makes sure to look appropriate for every occasion. basically even if there’s no reason to dress up he’s gonna dress up.

۝ PREFERENCES

INDOORS OR OUTDOORS? outdoors

RAIN OR SUNSHINE? both. he doesn’t mind either. he doesn’t like to be out in the rain for long periods of time though

FOREST OR BEACH? either he has no preference

PRECIOUS METALS OR GEMS? metals. like his father he wears armor that’s been specially crafted for him (as I’ve discussed with other muns probably has a piece of his father’s armor that’s been worked into his)

FLOWERS OR PERFUMES? flowers. his nose is sensitive like any other dog demons.

PERSONALITY OR APPEARANCE? both are needed, to his way of thinking.

BEING ALONE OR BEING IN A CROWD? alone, for the most part. he does like having and/or being around members of his family but he would hate crowds. probably rather fly over them than be bumped or pushed.

ORDER OR ANARCHY? order. always order.

PAINFUL TRUTHS OR WHITE LIES? painful truths. although he has told a few white lies to be kind to the people he cares for.

SCIENCE OR MAGIC? magic.

PEACE OR CONFLICT? both again, are needed for balance.

NIGHT OR DAY? both.

DUSK OR DAWN? both.

WARMTH OR COLD? both.

MANY ACQUAINTANCES OR A FEW CLOSE FRIENDS? one friend. maybe three if he’s feeling charitable.

READING OR PLAYING A GAME? reading. the only way he’ll play a game is if he’s either coaxed or controlling it.

۝ QUESTIONNAIRE

WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR MUSE’S BAD HABITS? he’s a jr version of sesshomaru and kagura, I think that speaks for itself. he’s haughty and grumpy, not always the nicest.

HAS YOUR MUSE LOST ANYONE CLOSE TO THEM? HOW HAS IT AFFECTED THEM? in some verses yes, he’s lost his mother and that’s why he’s very close with his father. She died when he was quite young so on some level he longs to find a connection that he lacks.

WHAT ARE SOME FOND MEMORIES YOUR MUSE HAS? Applies to several Canon Divergent and AU verses.

- the first night he slept, safe beside his father - watching his sisters play from afar. the closest thing he’s ever felt to being a brother was making them laugh as they chased after the ball in the wind, not knowing in his own way. he was playing with them. - his mother’s scent. he still smells her in the wind sometimes, and it makes him feel at peace. - the first time father acknowledged him during training , when he test to see how mizuki would fair in combating an actual opponent. they went together to address some grievances and flare ups in his father’s lands together. seeing sesshomaru’s pride when he let loose mother’s dance of blades on a band of lesser lizard folk / salamander demons. father could not hide his smirk as he put hand to his shoulder and told mizuki quietly to let him finish off last of foes. - snuggles with rin and her braiding wildflowers into his hair. he’s possessive of his big sister. - when he comes of age as a young man and father gifts him tenseiga.

IS IT EASY FOR YOUR MUSE TO KILL? one HUNDRED percent. do not push his buttons or get on his bad side.

WHAT’S IT LIKE WHEN YOUR MUSE BREAKS DOWN? whilst he does not openly express anything , he blinks and is surprised to find silent tears at corners of his eyes and is VERY much likely to feel shame so he’ll either brush them off or hide behind his fan.

IS YOUR MUSE CAPABLE OF TRUSTING SOMEONE WITH THEIR LIFE? yes. but it is something that is done through actions, not words. he is very, very much unlikely to trust someone unless he views them as a compatriot or comrade in battle that is strong. his father he trusts. his sisters he trusts. rin and jaken he trusts. but that is because they are powerful and strong and if nothing else exceedingly loyal.

WHAT’S YOUR MUSE LIKE WHEN THEY’RE IN LOVE? LOL. the face he just made for that question HA. boy doesn’t fall in love. I mean, one day I’m sure he will but, not for a very long time.

Tagged by: @senpujin ( emm ur best sibling )

Tagging: @eternityheir , @bravemasterjaken , @chiiyou , @twctailed , @arashisedai & all the other inuyasha OC’s and anyone else that wants to steal this <3

#meme * / dashboard.#thank youuuu

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sunflowerkiszka · 5 years

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20 and 21 of the dialogue prompts with Sammy👀

Are we gonna do this or what? -sammy kiszka imagine

pairing: sammy x reader

a/n: dialogue promps 20 & 21 <3 idk if u wanted ur name in it or not so im just using y/n

"Yeah, well that's why I'm gonna go fuck your brother tonight." & "You just think you're so cute don't you."

genre: flirt/angst???

word count: a little over 2,000

summary: reader surprises sammy after a show and he's ready to take their flirtationship to the next level, but she's not due to fear and it hurts him more than she expected

warnings: alcohol & swearing

❁ ENJOY ❁

Sam and you had always had a flirtatious relationship, but you guys never acted upon it. Tonight you were surprising him and his brothers at their concert to see them for the first time in two months.

You don't get to see them perform often, but you spend as much time with them as you can when they have breaks.

Sam only really dressed up when he was on stage. He wore jeans to his own graduation. This being said, when he emerged onto the stage in those tight red silk pants and silk open button down with the puffy shoulders, you could barely contain yourself. (never forget this fit he's so cute)

His bass face turned you on majorly, the way he connected to the music and let it completely take over him, not even caring about the weird faces he managed to pull.

He ended up taking his shirt off before he sat down on the keys for Age of Man. It was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen and you almost cried in your friend Zoe's arms. Thanks to the alcohol.

Once the show was over you waited backstage for the boys. There was an arrangement of different alcohol on the table in the middle of the room and you quickly finished your beer so you could catch up before they came in.

"How do I look?" you turned to Zoe and smoothed your hair.

She looked you up and down before raising her brows and pursing her lips, "If Sammy doesn't fuck you, I will."

You throw your head back in laughter and lightly shove her shoulder back. You dressed a little extra sexy since this was a surprise even though Sam wouldn't care what the hell you showed up in, he'd just be glad you were there.

"Sshhh, dude, you're gonna give it away," Alex hissed. He was your favorite roadie. "Here, come over here so they won't see you." He guides you and Zoe so you are out of sight from the door and you can hear the boys approaching loudly.

The sounds of their laughter brings a huge smile to your face. "Bitch!" you whisper to Zoe while shaking her and she stifles her laughter.

Jake sees you first and you're just glad it wasn't Josh because he'd spoil the surprise. He smiles and turns Sam away from you so you can come up behind him. Josh's face lights up when you make eye contact and you put your finger up to your mouth so he'll get the memo.

"Guess who," you half sing, half laugh while hovering your fingers over his eyes.

He screams with excitement because you he already knows that it's you. "Y/N, you beautiful son of a bitch!" He spins around and engulfs your head in his large hands before planting a sloppy kiss on the center of your forehead, causing you to laugh.

"Beautiful son of a bitch?" you say through your huge grin and bring your arms to his neck.

He picked you up and spun you around while placing kisses all over your face.

"Young love," Josh sighs and wipes a fake tear from his eye.

"I missed you so much, sunshine," he whispers into your hair, sending chills down your spine.

"I missed you, Sammy," you breathed.

Even though you guys weren't dating, everyone around you knew that what you shared was more than a friendship. You just couldn't be together because of his hectic lifestyle that never seemed to slow down. Even during breaks, everytime it seemed as though right when he finally settled, he was up and gone all over again for months at a time.

You just couldn't take it. Your logic was that if you never kissed him or anything, you wouldn't be able to miss the feeling while he was away, but it didn't really help.

And believe me, has he tried. He always laughed it off whenever you'd push his face away, but it hurt because you both longed for each other.

"Alright enough of this shit," Jake steps past us and picks up a bottle of whiskey from the table.

"Hey!" Zoe screams into the air as she makes her way to the drinks and Josh joins her soon after. You think Josh is crazy as it is, wait until you see him and Zoe together. She thought he was hilarious and always fed off of his abundance of energy.

They begin making different combinations of drinks and you were ready to get fucked up.

Josh puts an arm around you and lifts up a plastic cup with a concoction in it to your nose and you nearly gag. This," he pulls it back towards him, "Is a dangerous elixir. Drink at your own risk."

"Who said I wanted to drink that?" you point at it and giggle.

He gave you a look that let you know he knew you were bullshitting.

"Okay... I do want to drink it," you laughed. You were always up for a good time.

Jake snuck in a hug from behind, "Missed you Y/N." He planted a kiss into your hair. You patted his arm and took the drink from Josh.

"No, I missed you," you put your finger on his nose before bringing the cup to your mouth.

Sammy put on a King Gizzard song most likely because he knew you loved them and you involuntarily began to sway to the music. You guys couldn't stay in the venue for too long before you had to go to the hotel, but that didn't stop you from pouring another drink.

You just hoped you would be able to walk when the time came.

"So what made you come tonight? Did you miss me so much you just couldn't resist?" Sammy teases and places his hands at your waist.

"Oh, I can resist," you placed your hands on top of his and he pulled you closer.

"Yeah?" he challenged.

You study the smug look on his face. His lips are slightly pursed and one of his brows sits higher than the other as his eyes flicker across your face. A smile creeps up onto his mouth and you shake your head, "You just think you're so cute, don't you?" you say.

"Well you sure do," he laughs, earning an eye roll from you and you pushed his hands off you.

"I'm not gonna lie, those pants are hot," you mention before leaning back and sipping your drink. You could see his bulge press through the tight material and you were eager to tease him.

He flicked his head to the side to move his hair out of his face and his tongue sat on his top lip.He looks you up and down. "Yours could use some work," he jokes slyly.

You look down at your short skirt and crack a smile, "Yeah? Well that's why I'm gonna go fuck your brother tonight in it."

He brings his bottom lip to his teeth and laughs before turning away, "Have fun with that."

So he's gonna make this a chase. He's gonna have to do the chasing because it sure as hell won't be you.

You decide to walk over to Jake, since if you even thought about fake flirting with Josh you'd laugh instantly.

"Jake," you sat next to him and your legs overlapped a little bit, "Pretend to flirt with me."

This caused him to smile widely cause he knew what you guys were up to, "When will you guys just date already?"

You rolled your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time that night, "That's easier said."

He placed his hand on your thigh and Sammy caught it. His chaotic Aries energy was gonna have it with you.

"Yes," you smiled, "This is perfect."

"If Sam gets mad at me, I'm blaming this all on you," he warns with a smug look. He already knew how his brother would react. "Let me correct myself: When Sam gets mad."

Before you could even think of a response Sam was picking you up and guiding you away from everyone else.

"What are you doing, Y/N?" he squints.

You shrug innocently, "You told me to have fun."

His eyes lower. You love seeing him like this because you have to admit that as much as you love it when he's bubbly and being baby, you love when he is assertive and dominant.

He places his hands on the wall on both sides of your head and traps you there, leaning over you. "I think we both know that's not what I meant," he says lowly.

You place your hands on his chest, "Well, what did you mean?"

He brings his face down to yours and stares at you intensely before slowly leaning in. You cock your head to give him more access. His soft lips connected with the corner of your mouth, but you wanted more. You looked up at him through your lashes and he instantly kissed you again, but forreal this time.

His entire body pushed up against you and you could feel him through his pants. His hands made their way to your hair and yours held his neck. He kept his movements slow, and soft, like this would be the first and last time. Would it?

He breathes heavily when he pulls back, "I've always wanted to do that."

"Me too," you quietly admit, "But you know-"

"Yeah," he pushes away from you and brings a hand up to silence you, "I know." Reality set it. "We can't keep doing this, you know. It's not fucking fair. Maybe you can handle it and play with me when you're around and pop up whenever you want, then go on with your life back home when you're bored and forget about everything, but I can't." His head shakes with his words.

You dramatically throw your head to the side, "Sammy, that's not what this is to me. I like you, I really do, but-"

"But what?" He brings his hands up while he waits for you to continue.

"But... It just hurts too bad."

"Well then maybe you should've just stayed home. And thought about someone other than just yourself for once." He starts to walk away.

OUCH.

"Sammy," you whine. What the fuck just happened. This is exactly why you never kissed him in the first place.

You hated seeing him hurt, he was just too precious. Knowing that you were the one doing the hurting made it even worse.

You spent the rest of the time at the venue basically sulking. No one asked you what happened because they all assumed it was the inevitable fight you guys were bound to have about this. Otherwise you guys never ever fought.

Sammy was no where to be seen.

"Are you guys coming back to the hotel?" Jake asked.

Zoe looked over at you and placed a manicured hand on your shoulder.

"Sure," you agreed. You had to talk to Sam. There was no way you were leaving things between you guys like this.

You were about a level five drunk and the depression joint you had smoked had brought your overall level to about a seven. You had no idea how this would turn out.

The hotel was across the street so you guys walked. Well, stumbled. When you reached the suite you piled inside.

"He's probably in his room," Jake pointed to the extended rooms. His face read 'good luck' and Zoe hugged you before they went to the living room.

Josh's eyes widened as he clenched his teeth together and flashed you the bottom row, "Eek!"

You couldn't help the laugh that escaped your lips and you playfully punched his arm. Once he was out of sight you knocked on the door.

When you heard no answer you knocked again. "What," he said.

The door was locked.

You shut your eyes just thinking about what you did. You were a little selfish. You can't have a relationship on your own terms and you knew that Sammy was right. You felt a pang in your chest.

"It's Y/N," you sighed. Nothing. "Please open the door, Sammy," you leaned your head against the door.

After a few seconds of shuffling the door clicked open and your head shot up. You didn't even want to look at his face so you looked back down at the floor.

"What do you want?" he says. His voice is thick and horse, but quiet.

I don't even know.

"I'm sorry..." you looked at your feet. What kind of apology is this? You can't even look him in the eye. "You're right. I can't take advantage of you like that and I'm sorry that I hurt you. It wasn't fair of me..." You look up at him and his gaze is on the floor.

You softly place your fingers under his chin and force him to look at you. His eyes are glazed over and red. Either for the alcohol and weed or he was crying earlier. You leaned more towards the first option because you never really thought your role in Sam's life was that important.

"I didn't think you even cared that much to be honest," you shrugged.

His face contorted, "What do you mean you didn't think I cared?"

"I- I don't know. I just didn't. I didn't think it was that serious to you." You look in his eyes and he flickers his away.

"So.. Is it not to you?" he said shakily before finally looked back at you and putting his bottom lip between his teeth. His eyes began to water.

"No, I..." you began and he took a step back. "No, I- I mean yes!" You stepped towards him and put his face in your small hands. "I'm just scared. You know that," you whisper softly.

"Well don't be, you have no reason to be afraid with me."

This made tears surface in your eyes. You knew he was right. He brought your hands to his neck and brought his thumbs to the corners of your eyes to catch the tears.

"So... are we gonna do this or what?" you say.

A smile tugs at his lips and you put your hands on top of his.

Instead of answering, he just plants a passionate kiss on your mouth, like it was the first time all over again and you two smiled into it so hard you could barely even kiss right.

A/N: well that took an awfully soft route i wasn't expecting

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