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hockeyboysimagines · 5 months

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can u do 1 and 17 of the smutty prompts with vince dunn please 🙏🙏 ur writing is so good

I got a little carried away, but here you are anon. I hope you like it🤍

There was nothing to be ashamed about in terms of lack of sexual experience. You’d been preaching it for years, mostly to convince yourself that you actually believed it, but also because you wanted to make it seem like you willingly didn’t have any.

That was not the case.

It was a you problem more than anything else. You just could not find anyone who got you going and the only person who would was emotionally unavailable.

You knew Vince well, through Jordan and Lauren Eberle, that you guys had become fairly good friends. In the past year you’d been hanging out quite a bit and while you liked him a lot, he was a walking red flag.

Not that he was a bad guy, he was in fact the opposite. You’d not met many people as sweet and caring as he was. And that was exactly the problem.

It was damn near impossible to dislike him and even if he had been a colossal douche, you still wanted him. You’d never made a move, for fear that he’d recoil like you were some kind of repulsive bug. Guys like him didn’t bother with girls like you.

But you were jarred from your thoughts when Vince himself materialized at your elbow with a small smile “Hey! When did you get here?”

“Just a little bit ago I-“

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere! I need a beer pong partner, come on-“

He grabbed your hand and you sucked in a sharp breath as he towed you through the people in the Eberle’s back yard to where two pong tables had been set up. The last time they’d had a gathering, you and Vince won 9 straight games and you’d regretted all of them the next morning.

“No way!” Jared yelled pointing at you “I’m not playing against her! That’s an automatic loss.”

“Ah! No backing out now!” Vince picked up the ball and chucked it at him.

It was a loss, and a humiliating one at that. If there was one thing in life you dominated at, it was beer pong. After your third win, your party mood completely died and all you wanted to do was leave. You tapped Vince on the arm “Hey I’m gonna head out.”

His smile dropped and he slouched “What? Why?”

You shrugged and jingled your keys “Just not feeling it is all. I’m tired.”

“Well. I’ll come with you.”

“No you don’t have to just stay-“

“Nah. I wanna hang out. Come on.” He once again reached for your hand and you felt a little flutter as his fingers intertwined with yours. This was extremely unusual for you and you felt a little uncomfortable. It wasn’t often that guys held your hand and you couldn’t really even remember the last time.

“So what do you wanna do?” He asked as you walked to your car. You glanced at him and then down at your hand, which he was still holding and took a breath.

Hes drunk. It doesn’t mean anything you said in your head, hoping he couldn’t see the redness pooling in your cheeks.

“Oh idk, whatever.”

You guys ended up in his apartment, seated in front of the sofa and two large windows that overlooked Seattle.

“Are you okay?” He asked handing you a glass.

“Yeah why?”

He frowned “It seems like something is bothering you. You can talk to me you know.”

“It’s fine. It’s a ‘me’ problem.”

“Come on. We’re friends, tell me.” He leaned forward a little “Maybe I can help.”

You chuckled “No I don’t think so. It’s just-I don’t know. Gets old being single.”

“That’s what’s bothering you? Being single? I thought you didn’t want a boyfriend, or is that not what you said?” He furrowed his eyebrows in thought “I kind of remember you being in the ‘no sec’ mindset or am I wrong?”

“I didn’t say I was against sex. I just said I wasn’t having any, and not because I don’t want to.”

“I don’t follow.” He shook his head and took a sip of his drink “If you want to have it you should, and don’t come at me with any nonsense about guys not wanting to date you, because it’s not true.”

“That’s not the problem. I don’t want to date them therefore I’m not having sex.”

He paused eyebrows raising as he glanced at you “Wait are you a virgin?”

“No I’m not a virgin, I’m just not…experienced is all.”

He stared at you blankly “But like…what do you mean?”

Your face was burning from the alcohol but mostly the embarrassment of having this conversation with anyone but especially him.

“I’ve had sex okay. Once and-“

His mouth fell open and he let out a breath “Once? Bullshit.”

You shook your head “No really but it-“

“Lemme guess.” He said holding up a hand with an eye roll “There was no orgasm.”

You looked at your feet and shook your head responding with a very small “No.”

He shook his head “Fucking figures.”

“What?”

“Just a guy thing. Most guys don’t really give a shit if their partner orgasms or not, just themselves. And it pisses me off that someone treated you that way. If you were my girl, I’d make sure you did every time.”

You coughed and crossed your legs “Well. As nice as that is it’s not your problem it’s mine.”

“I mean.” He looked out the window “It could be my problem. If you want it to be.”

When you didn’t answer he continued “Maybe i could give you your first.”

Your mouth fell open “I’m sorry what?”

“Why not? We’re friends. You’re hot.”

“You think I’m hot?”

“I have eyes don’t I? Of course I think you’re hot.” He rested a hand on your leg and leaned forward “And I wanna do this.”

You glanced at the large floor to ceiling windows and then back at him “Really? right here? you know people are going to see us...”

“So? Let them look.” He leaned forward suddenly, lips pushing right up against yours. You froze for a minute, shocked, until you felt his tongue swipe across your lower lip, and you melted like butter, kissing him like you’d never kissed a guy before. You felt dazed as one of his hands came up to thread through your hair. There was nothing that you’d experienced that even came close to kissing Vince. In fact you were so distracted by it you didn’t even realize that he was leaning you back on the sofa, tugging at your shirt. In no time, he had you down to nothing, right in front of the windows, where you were sure all of Seattle could see, but you didn’t care. Your breath felt heavy as he shed his boxers and settled himself between your legs, pressing a kiss to the base of your throat.

“Ready?” He breathed in your ear.

Unable to speak you nodded, eyes sliding closed as he eased in. You let out a long breath you didn’t know you’d been holding in as a wave of pleasure swept through you, and your head fell back as you arched up off the bed.

He pulled out and pushed back in, soon finding a rhythm. Your whole body felt like it was a live wire, nearly ready to catch fire. He bottomed out, and you let out a strangled moan, tensing up momentarily at the small ache of pain, and then loosening up again.

“You’re doing so good love” he said leaning down to kiss you again.

You felt a warmth begin to pool in your abdomen and your body started to shake. He smiled widely and started to push faster.

An orgasm, or at least you thought that’s what it was, washed over you in waves of euphoria and your eyes closed and you let out a long, low, throaty noise as it did, nails digging into his shoulders. His breath was warm on your neck as his pushes slowed down, and his head fell forward. You were a sweaty, shaky mess as he pulled out and leaned back, handing you a blanket to cover yourself with.

“So?” He asked smiling at you “How was your very first orgasm?”

You opened your mouth and then closed it finding the words after a minute “It was great, but I think my second one could be even better.”

Vince smiled and leaned forward to kiss you.

Maybe being inexperienced wasn’t so bad after all.

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i4bellingham · 1 year

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THE PERFECT CUDDLE BUDDY : jamal musiala x reader

in which something as mundane and as simple as waking up entangled in each other's arms can either boost to start one’s day or be a reason to laze around, your boyfriend uses it for the latter.

posting short pieces for now because of writer’s block, i don't like this situation at all 🤧 anyways i’m finishing a request for jude so it will probably be up by tmrw or the next day idk i’m not really sure but it will be posted for sure!

Jamal knows he should be getting up.

It's already past 6 am and the day is not going to wait for him to leave the bed, pause the time itself so he can prepare his stuff for another day of grueling training (which in his defense he actually enjoys).

But really? How could he even leave the comfort of his soft bed when he's got the most perfect cuddle buddy wrapped around his arms like a missing puzzle to solve the enigma that is his life?

You're there, all secured and warmed up in his arms as he nudges his cold feet in between yours underneath the duvet. He knows you'll probably notice the coolness of his skin soon enough and will most likely chide him for bugging you out of your sleep because of that but really, he wants you awake just as much as he is even though he doesn't straight up wake you up.

“Your feet’s cold J.” You mumble sleepily before kicking his feet away, making Jamal chuckle from your attempt of keeping him from your warmth when he plops an entire leg over your waist.

He rubs the back of your head to make up for his early shenanigans, trailing soft kisses on the crown of your head before you're burying your face against his chest.

“Don’t you have training today?” You ask him, patting his thigh that was over your hip. “You’ll be late if you don’t move now.”

“Nah... think I’ll be fine being late just for today.” He replies, reaching over the bedside table to his right to take his phone. “Or should I just skip training today? Tell the team I got cold or somethin’?”

“And for what reason would you pull this lie?”

He taps on his phone for a few moments before he's chucking the device back on the bedside table, shooting you a mischievous smile before tackling you in a hug that had you squealing.

“No- Jamal! I swear to God I’ll kick your ass if you don’t get off me right now!”

Jamal pushes his luck by completely letting his arms and legs go for support, letting his weight fall down on you as he snuggles against your chest comfortably.

“But you're soft, and warm and I’m tired baby... just let me recharge real quick yeah?” You boop his nose, rolling your eyes but saying nothing else except letting him lay on top of you like a sack of potatoesㅡ a fine sack of potatoes.

“But seriously though, are you heading over to training?”

Jamal nods his head. “Yes but I texted the team, told them I’ll be late because someone caught a cold...” He ends his sentence with a cheeky smile, grinning wider when he notice that you're contemplating who on Earth caught a cold.

He thinks it's cute the way your eyes visibly widens as the realization dawns on you about what he did, slapping his back playfully for a good measure before you're lovingly chiding the life out of him.

“No way you lied to your team! I did not caught the cold did I? Why would you lie love seriously?” You huff.

“But I want to spend some time with you... such a good day outside, bright and beautiful don’t you think?” He points at the windows, watching the sun rise above the horizon in all it's sunny glory.

You gently flick on his forehead, rubbing on his skin when he whines about your flick being too painful (even though you both know it's really not and he's just whining for some extra affection), you cuddle him close to you still.

“Or you could have just asked the team for a day off like a normal person would?”

“And have Phonzy blowing up my phone?” He asks with a shake of his head. “No thank you, I’d rather do this instead.”

“But you'll attend training later on the day, won’t you love?”

A soft smile blossoms in Jamal’s lips, most likely done by the familiar pet name you normally call him on a daily basis as he nods his head in affirmation.

“Yes Ma'am.” He nuzzles his face back on your chest as you wrap an arm on his back, rubbing your palm over his shirt up and down. “I’ll leave when the clock hits 9:30 yeah? Just let me lay down here with you... You're so warm and soft how is this possible...”

#☆ i4bellingham writes.#☆ jamal musiala #jamal musiala fanfiction #jamal musiala x reader #jamal musiala x you #jamal musiala imagine #jamal musiala x fem!reader #jamal musiala

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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Wheezy Weasel x Reader || Drabble [Part 3]

Plot: It’s been over a decade now and Teddy is graduating from highschool. She got into Brown, and they’re going- tomorrow. Which is why Wheezy is staying the night at Y/N’s house with them- spending one night as family before Teddy goes away.

So, Y/N and Wheezy are still happily co-parenting, but… that’s coming to an end.

( First part and Second part )

Warnings: Smoking?

Tags: @asperol-with-izzy , @lady-love88 , and @marinerainbow ,

“… Mum / Dad / Y/N.”

“Yeah?”

“Stop staring at me.”

“Soon I won’t be able to stare at you, though!!”

“You’re bein’ creepy.”

At this, you finally look away from Teddy; Waiving a dismissive hand at her. “Pfft, no. I’m not.” As soon as Teddy turns back to their yoghurt, you go right back to watching her.

“Hey- guys, what’s happenin’ in there??” A third voice calls, from just outside the front door - not 10 feet away, with the door wide open so he wasn’t isolated, - where he was smoking on the porch. “Heard voices.”

“Wheezy- “You sigh, exasperated as you get up from the couch and open up the screen door between you and Teddy, and him as Teddy watches, snickering into her ‘last meal’. “You can come in! C’mon, don’t make us force you.”

“… I don’t wanna stink up yer house.”

“Its one night.” You beseech back, setting him with a stern look- before pointing inside the house. “We insist. You’re here to be with Teddy- be with Teddy! Please.”

“… “A little grin quirks at Wheezy’s lips, looking back at them. You’re fricken cute, standing there in your pyjamas- even under the dirty porch light. “Fine, okay. Let’s keep the windows open, though.”

“Okay.” You sigh, shaking your head with a smile as you step back flat against the door so as to let Wheezy walk on past and sit down next to his daughter on the couch. While you close the screen door again and plop back down in your armchair, Teddy offers her dad a tub of yoghurt from the fridge. He tells her that’s okay, maybe later, but as soon as Teddy glances back to you to ask something- he sticks his fingers into her yoghurt tub.

“-hey!”

“What? Last chance to tax you for all that time and money spent on you these past 18 years.”

“Damn- cold… “Teddy says, shaking her head and turning to you once again with that vaguely teasing look that’s very much Wheezy’s genetics. “You’re staring, he’s stealing… I can’t wait to leave!”

… You know’s they’re expected to get sympathetic- make Wheezy apologise- play along… but instead you promptly turn to Wheezy. “Its not our last chance! She’s gonna be earning a wage very soon- we can bill her.” Teddy’s mouth drops open wide, in mock outrage.

“Ahhh, good point… “

“I’m not writing to you two. I’m going to join a group- one for college students, with terrible parents. And you will pay for our coffee.”

“Aww,” Pouting, you lean over to retrieve your tea off the coffee table between you all. “Last pouts- you’re so cute, baby.”

At this, Teddy rolls her eyes; A little grin on her lips as Wheezy rubs her back gently, shaking his head at you but chuckling all the same. He agrees, his baby is adorable. “Well- at least I get to pick the movie tonight, right? At least I have that.”

“Yeah, but please- no goddamn Bugs Bunny. Haven’t been able t’ look at that rabbit since you said you wanted to be Mrs Bunny… how old were you?”

The embarrassment is clear across Teddy’s face, mortified at having this be brought up- again!! After all these years!! When is she going to grow out of it?? “12… “

“Nah that can’t be right, kid,” Wheezy shakes his head, smoke slipping out from the corners of his grinning mouth. “That’s how old you are now.”

Immediately you nod, humming enthusiastically as you swallow down a sip of your tea and set the mug back on the coffee table. “-Oh, that’s true!! And, damn, Wheezy, you look old to have a twelve-year-old kid.”

Now Teddy just shakes her head, switching on the TV. Behind her back, Wheezy picks up a pillow from behind him and chucks it at you.

After the movie, and another after that in the middle of which Wheezy fell asleep, you and Teddy switch the TV back off and get quietly up. Carefully, you help Wheezy to lay down more comfortably on the couch - picking a cigarette out from between his fingers and a few out of his hat, lifting his legs up onto the couch, lowering his head onto a pillow, - and Teddy lays a blanket over him, before you both slip into the kitchen and close the door behind you.

Totally from muscle memory, the two of you continue to make hot chocolate then- she grabs the mugs and the spoons while you grab the milk and the cocoa powder. Teddy sits down at the kitchen table with the two mugs, while you pour in the milk. “… So, mum / dad / Y/N.”

“Yeah, babes?”

“… I’ve been thinking.” Once the milk is poured into one mug, Teddy reaches over and spoons in the powder.

You perk up at this, raising a brow as you fill the second mug with milk and then put it away. “Oh? Oh no.”

She just shakes her head and rolls her eyes at you, a bemused smirk on her lips. “… Look. It’s been a while since your divorce.” Ahhh, the divorce. From Steve. That wasn’t fun… it wasn’t that Steve sucked, in anyway. Neither of you sucked, actually. You had a good decade together- he was great! And he still sees Teddy for lunch every now and then. Its just that, you and him… basically did everything you wanted to do together. And then there was nothing, and it was better to break up then start to resent eachother. Why is Teddy mentioning it?

“- Oh, god. You’re not worried I’m gonna be lonely, are you?? Don’t worry about that, baby, I’ll be fine. Your uncle Greasy’s still sending me questionable letters- that’s all the man, I need right now.”

“Mmm, yeah, you gotta talk to him about that… ”

“Ehh, I tried that. It’s easier to just stick them on the fridge so he feels heard.”

Teddy blinks, taken aback by your nonchalant attitude about this ridiculousness, but ends up just shaking her head and moving on. “… O- okay. Whatever. We’ll circle back to that. What I’m saying, is… “ As you go to the sink and fill up the kettle with water, Teddy gets up to follow you- and gestures silently with her eyes towards the livingroom. “You know.”

… you squint, confused, setting the kettle down in the sink so you can stop and think. What?? “I don’t know.”

Sighing, Teddy turns and leans against the bench. “… I don’t know how to tell you this, mum / dad / Y/N… but Dad’s been in love with you since I was a kid. I don’t know if he ever stopped.”

At this, your jaw drops. Quickly you close it again, though, and shake your head. You let go of the kettle entirely and hold your daughter’s arms, making her face you. “No, no- I mean, of course he loves me. Sweetheart, I love him too. Really. He’s great, he’s amazing… But just as friends.” Its true- Wheezy will always be very, very important to you. Maybe even more so than Steve- actually, no. Definitely more than Steve. Wheezy still lights your body on fire when he smiles at you- hell if you know how he accomplishes it after all these years, but he does.

But that door closed a long time ago.

“No, mum / dad / Y/N… he’s in love with, with you.”

“Te- “

“And I think you would be happy together, now that I can take care of myself.”

“We- “

“I think you’re crazy about him. Its gross, but- I really do. But you’re confused. Because when it ended you resolved yourself to that, maybe for my sake, but the end isn’t always the whole end… you know??”

“You’re an old wise man, now. A love expert, huh?”

“Just think about it?? For a moment.”

… You think about it. It doesn’t take very long- after all, you know exactly why you don’t want this to happen. There are things to lose, here. Things that would kill you to lose, all over again. Taking in a deep breath, you let go of Teddy and cross your arms- but give her a little smile, to show her it’s okay. “… things are good, kid. The way they are.”

“I know,” She nods, patting your shoulder. “… But I’m gonna be gone tomorrow, and you’re not gonna have an excuse to see him anymore. Things, then… might be worth the risk. Dontcha think?”

For a moment you just stand there, looking at her. Your daughter, is so wise… how did she get like that?? It certainly wasn’t your influence… must have been Smarty.

After the moment passes, you take the opportunity to pull her into a tight hug. “- Mum / Dad / Y/N!”

“I love you!!”

After you and Wheezy said your goodbyes to Teddy, as she had asked Smartass to drive her to collage instead of you two, and you watch the van until it’s gone- totally gone- you turn quietly to Wheezy and appraise him.

He notices, and does not let it slide. “… what?”

“Nothing.”

Smirking, Wheezy looks back to road. “… ‘ts not my fault I’m not as handsome as usual, I slept on a couch.”

Oh, please. Rolling your eyes, you look away yourself; Arms crossed loosely over your chest. “You coulda taken my bed, if you hadn’t conked out early.”

“Might take ya up on that offer. I could definitely do with a good nap, now.” Rubbing the back of his neck, Wheezy gives a groan. “Your couch?? For future reference- not fit for the living.”

“Hey! I have slept on that sorry excuse for a sofa at your place multiple times! And lemme tell ya- it is not much better.”

“Yeah, well, hate to break it to ya but Stu and Psy got that thing off the side of a road somewhere.”

Your jaw drops. How did you not know this??? “I think I got a rash from that!”

Here, he laughs. Really laughs, holding a hand over his eyes and cackling until it naturally dissipates, again. Grinning, you watch- he is so handsome. It makes your insides hurt sometimes. How can he still be so good looking?? You’ve known him more than half your life! You would think you would cool off, eventually. But no- he’s still as hot as ever.

“… Wheezy?”

“Ha- yeah?”

“I think I’m still in love with you.”

For a moment Wheezy stops everything- just looks at you. There’s a look on his face that almost makes you want to take it back, or run away and lock a door between you. Its sort of a dumfounded look, crossed with a disbelieving look so it almost looks irritated… But then suddenly he spits out his smokes and takes the one step forward necessary to be pressed up against you. You drop your arms from their crossed position in order to wrap them around him, and you slip into eachother like you always did. Naturally. Like it was meant to be.

He presses his mouth against yours in a searing kiss and you hold onto him tight, closing your eyes and touching your tongues together with a moan. You don’t know if all that time without each other like this was worth it but this kiss sure make sit seem like it was- so needy to taste each other again, so desperate to feel eachother, so happy…

Wheezy only lets you go to look you in the eyes with those familiar cold ones, and growl ‘Finally’.

#Wheezy Weasel x Reader Drabble #Wheezy Weasel x Reader #Wheezy Weasel #Drabble #Part 3 #Toon Patrol #Toon Patrol x Reader #Disney Villains #Disney Villains x Reader

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the-lone-writer94 · 3 months

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We'll Meet Again (Part 2)

Rex Brown x Female Reader

Note: This fic is a little shorter than... but I'm excited to continue this story.

Summary: After the kiss you had shared with Rex, you find yourself falling deeper for him. Torn between following your desires or by logic, you find yourself backed into a corner. Things with Rex would always be complicated, and it doesn't help that a mystery man has entered the scene.

Age rating: 13+ (Slightly sensual scene *not graphic* and mention of drugs)

Word count: 2,378

The kiss replayed in my mind like a broken VHS, the images flashed before me as I tried to recollect the way Rex held me in his arms. His fingers caressing my skin, and the way his lips had tasted against mine.

Since the night of Pantera’s show at the Basement which had happened three days ago, I had holed myself up in my bedroom like a hermit. Too afraid to step outside and face my reality, which was, either stop seeing Rex and keep my position in the band, or give into my desires and risk getting kicked out of the band because of the longstanding feud.

I knew that sooner or later, my fate would catch up with me and I’d have to make a decision.

I flung aside my duvet, and rolled my body off from the bed. My gaze hovered over towards the alarm clock which rested on my bedside table. I managed to sleep till one in the afternoon. After I had cleaned myself up and taken a shower, I stalked towards the kitchen where I proceeded to make myself a toast and coffee, which was already brewing in the coffee pot. No doubt, my mom had left it there since this morning.

Time slipped away from me, as my gaze softened on the infomercial that was broadcasted on the television unit before me. I heard the rattle of the doorknob in the distance, followed by the thudding sounds of footsteps.

My head cocked to the side, as I watched my mom stalking in through the front door. She chucked her purse aside, and sighed.

“You’re still laying on the couch?”

“Yeah,” I responded, not quite knowing what to say.

“Look, I know your father was fine with you not going to college and sitting around all day, back in California, but that’s not gonna fly with me.”

I hissed. “I’m not going through this again. You and dad agreed that you’d let me have this year to do as I wish.”

“Well, could you at least drop off some film at the Fotomat,” my mom ordered, “your aunt’s been bugging me for it.”

My heart skipped a beat. “The… Fotomat?” I asked, my voice trembled.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with the Fotomat?” My mom asked, her brows furrowed, then she added, “and tell them to clean those roll bags. I found some weird powder in one of them and it went all over my hands.”

I averted my gaze, as I could only imagine what had been in those roll bags.

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Later on, I found myself parked several paces before the Fotomat kiosk. It was hard to imagine that only recently this was where it had all begun.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, as I contemplated going up there. I certainly didn’t want to get into it with my mom.

Just be strong. I pondered to myself.

I exhaled, and shifted into gear, slowly edging towards the kiosk. My heartbeat pounded against my chest, and my palms were clammy.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the kiosk window, and both a wave of disappointment and relief washed over me as I realized the face before me wasn’t Rex.

A middle aged man with a plump face, and a receding hairline came into view. “What can I do for you?” He asked, in a monotone voice.

“Just dropping off this.” I responded as I placed the roll of film onto the counter.

“Two dollars,” he responded, as he took the film roll into his hands and proceeded to write me a ticket for it.

Just then, I heard the sound of the door open and another figure stalked inside the kiosk.

“Hey man, thanks for covering me.” Rex said.

Shit.

My gaze locked with Rex’s, just when I was about to speed off, Rex extended his hand. “Woah, woah, wait,” he protested.

“Rex, I can’t-”

“I want to talk to you.” He asked.

I sighed. “I really can’t, Rex.”

Rex turned to the middle aged man and said. “Could you give us some privacy Roger?”

Roger shrugged, as he stepped out of the kiosk and faded away into the distance. Rex returned his attention towards me.

“Rex… I really shouldn’t be here.”

“Then why are you here?”

“To drop off film.” I protested.

“There’s other kiosks around… but you chose this one,” he provoked, then the expression on his face shifted, softening, “come on. I just want to talk.”

I chewed on my lower lip, knowing full well that I could never resist him. “Fine,” I said sternly, then added, “but only to talk.”

Once I had pulled up into a parking spot, I stalked over towards the kiosk. I had never been inside one of these things, and was surprised how Rex had managed to be in such a compact and confined space for several hours a day on end.

I stepped inside the kiosk, just like the phone booth we had been in that night of the club, both our bodies were mere inches away from each other, and I shifted backwards trying to keep a distance between us.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” I asked, as I crossed my arms over my chest.

“That kiss-”

I sighed. “That was a mistake,”

“Was it though?”

I shook my head, and pressed down onto my temples. “Yes, it was- I don’t want to jeopardize my position in the band.”

“And I get it… but what’s the worst that could happen?”

“I could be kicked out,” I scoffed.

“Look at me and tell me you don’t want to be with me.” He challenged.

I gazed into his eyes, and exhaled, unable to mutter those words. Abruptly, I spun around, not being able to bear looking at Rex. “It won’t work… us.”

He stepped towards me, and I felt his body pressed against my back. My breathing quickened, and I felt the walls closing in on me. He raised and placed one hand against the door, then with his other, I felt his fingers trace up against my arm, just like he had once done in the phone booth.

“Rex,” I moaned.

He brushed away a strand of my hair and lowered his lips onto my neck, leaving a trail of kisses. A tingling sensation rushed through me, and my hands curled into fists. With his fingertips he grazed the side of my face, as he continued kissing my neck. I rolled my head back, exposing more of my body for Rex to devour me hungrily. His lips tickled my neck, as his fingers fiddled with the straps of my top. Slowly, he pulled one of the straps down away from my shoulder, as his fingers grazed across my skin.

He pressed his body into my back, as his other hand slowly brushed against my thigh. His hand went in several up and down motions, as he hiked up my denim shorts.

It wasn’t until then, that I was suddenly aware of my surroundings. That we were both exposed in the kiosk. But at that moment, I had once again found myself lost in Rex.

My hand raised upwards as I draped it around Rex’s neck, pulling him closer towards me, as his mouth continued to leave a trail of love bites on my neck.

I moaned again, as his hand now stroked along my hips and pelvis area. His thumb hooked into the waistband of my shorts, before his fingers crept inside.

Suddenly, the sound of the horn roared, followed by a familiar voice that erupted from the distance.

“Hey come on, man!” A voice bellowed.

It was enough to send a jolt through me, as I pulled away from Rex. “Fuck! That’s Billy.”

Rex was taken aback, his hair ruffled after I had dug my fingers through it. “So, he probably can’t see us.”

I shook my head. “I can’t risk that… I gotta go.”

“Wait-” He called out, but I didn’t stop to turn around as I ran out of the kiosk.

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I groaned as my hands touched another dirty record. It seemed that the crate was endless.

Scarlet had gotten me a job at the record store, at first I had accepted without hesitation, after all who wouldn’t want to not be around records all day. But the reality of it hadn’t quite panned out to be what I had expected. Jeff, my boss, had me stuck in the back room cleaning crates of old records he had gotten from thrift stores. The fan had also broken and I felt myself drenched in sweat like it was a second skin.

Finally, I had had enough, casting the record aside. I stood onto my feet and stomped towards the front of the store. Immediately, the cool air had wrapped around my body and I felt as if I could breathe again.

Scarlet had just finished up with a customer, as she handed him a record wrapped in brown parchment paper.

“Have a great day!” She said in a cheerful voice and flashed a smile.

The man returned the smile, and drew out a five dollar bill as he dumped it into the tip jar. I rolled my eyes.

“Thank you, sir. See ya again soon.” She said as she twirled the ends of her fiery red hair.

“Seriously.” I commented in a monotone voice.

“Don’t pout because you never get tips.”

I scoffed. “Like I want tips from creepy ass men.”

“You’re just jealous.”

“Whatever,” I said and waved my hand nonchalantly. I slumped down onto the bar stool beside Scarlet and folded my arms over my chest. “God, I’m fucking bored.”

“Let’s go out tonight.”

“Nah, I’m not in the mood.”

Scarlet raised her hands in the air. “Alright, what’s wrong with you? You’ve been moody all day.”

“Nothing.” I groaned.

“Don’t lie to me.” She ordered.

“Seriously, I don’t want to talk about it.”

Suddenly, Scarlet shot up in the air and gasped. “I know! You need to go on a date!”

“What?” I said, and pulled a face.

“I’ve got friends from Jersey coming to town. I’ll set ya up.”

I raised my hand and protested. “No way.”

“Why not?”

“Because, I don’t want to be set up on some blind date.”

“Oh come on, it’s not like you’re seeing anyone-” she said and then paused. Her head cocked to the side, as she drew in closer towards me. Her eyes narrowed. It was then that I realized she was staring at my neck. “Are those hickeys?”

I clutched the side of my neck, as I remembered the day at the Fotomat when Rex had left a trail of kisses.

“No.”

Scarlet’s eyes widened. “Oh my god! They are! Are you seeing someone? Who is it?”

“Oh my god, it’s not a hickey.”

Scarlet stared at me in disbelief. “I know a hickey when I see one.”

“It was just an allergic reaction to some cream.” I lied, not wanting to tell a single soul about Rex and me. “If it means that much to you, I’ll go on a blind date.” I announced, hoping that it was enough to convince Scarlet to stop asking questions.

“Yes!” She screamed in excitement.

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The night of the blind date approached and I felt the urge to back out. I couldn’t imagine what sort of guys Scarlet was about to set me up with.

Although I was reluctant to go, this seemed to be the only exit that didn’t entail Scarlet interrogating me about my personal life.

Once I had gotten dressed, which was my usual attire of tight black pants, paired with a beat up band shirt, platform boots and a leather jacket, I was ready to head out.

I stalked out of the house and into my car, where I would meet Scarlet and the boys at a diner in town. During the course of the ride, my mind had wandered, which I found myself thinking of Rex. I shook my head, trying to drag away the images from my mind.

I pulled up into the parking lot of the diner, where a row of cars had already formed, and swerved in a spot just a couple of paces before the diner. As I exhaled, I removed myself from the car and dragged my feet across the concrete ground towards the entrance.

The moment I reached the threshold of the diner, the aroma of grease entered my nostrils, which somehow filled me with both hunger and disgust at the same time. I could just about hear the faint beats of the music, which was drowned out by the voices which carried through the diner. Aside from the Pit, the diner was the second hangout location in town.

My gaze drifted as I tried to locate any sign of Scarlet, as my eyes narrowed and scanned the room before me. The baby pink and mint green ambience which decorated the place. From a distance, I managed to catch a glimpse of a familiar figure, as I stalked through, past the row of booths on one side, with the counter and high barstools on the either side.

Finally, I reached the booth right at the end of the diner, as I recognized Scarlet’s fiery curly red hair, her petite body frame and the way her eyelids were always painted in the brightest color eyeshadow ever made.

Before her were two guys, who both had long dark brown hair. The guy who sat in the corner wore a Hard Rock Cafe black T-shirt and was fiddling with a pack of smokes.

“Hey, you made it!” Scarlet announced. “This is Scotti, my date,” she said as she gestured to the guy in the Hard Rock Cafe shirt.

Meanwhile, the other guy who sat beside him really caught my attention. He was incredibly handsome, with long wavy dark brown hair, thick bushy eyebrows that framed his face. As I leaned closer towards him, I caught a whiff of the cigarette smoke which hung on his leather jacket. But what immediately drew my curiosity was the silver chain that was hooked from his left nostril that connected to his ear lobe.

The other guy with the chain then added, “I’m Rachel Bolan.”

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ooffies · 3 years

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Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Baji & Sanzu (boten) x gn!reader

A/n: This is my first time writing for tokyo revengers, I hope it turned out ok :,). Not deeply proof read so I apologize if there are any errors!

Warnings: mention of drugs/being high & a good amount of swearing

Reblogs are very appreciated!

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• Bugs don't bother him, he's fine with having them around as long as they mind their own business and don't get too close to him

• He definitely teases you about your fear of bugs.

• He acts like he won't kill the bug and will probably have you beg him by saying something ridiculous like "Oh my dearest, beloved Mikey! You're the strongest, coolest and most handsome man in the world! Oh please defeat the tiny, harmless insect that makes my heart quiver in fear!"

• You definitely know that he's joking and will always get rid of the bug for you.

• He's definitely a bug killer, he takes his sandle off and smacks it. One to three smacks usually do the trick.

• Once the "terrible, foul and terrifying" insect has been dealt with and cleaned off whatever surface it met it's end on, he'll come over and cover your face with kisses. Saying stuff like "Your knight in shining armor has saved you once again! Now shower him with praise and love!" Or "See babe? The bug was nothing to the mighty Sir Mikey! I can't believe these things are your worst fear. What would you ever do without me s/o~?" he says with a smirk and snicker.

• You can either give a light, playful slap to the face or start returning his kisses. His way of calming you down is making you laugh and smile :)

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• He's just like Mikey when it comes to bugs, he doesn't mind them but they better not get near him.

• Only light teases you about your fear. Saying that it's cute, or that your so cute, ect

• Always comes into the room when you call for him and will always get rid of the bug for you.

• "Oh? There's a spider over there? Don't worry about babe, I'll take care of it."

• Usually he's not a bug killer and will use a something like a tissue or towl to pick it up and chuck it out the window. Except for cockroaches. He shows no mercy for them and will smash them into the floor.

• Once he's done getting rid of the bug he'll kiss your forehead, wrap his arms around you and say it's been taken care of.

• "Ya see babe, the bugs gone now there's no reason to keep shakin' like a leaf" he says as he pulls you into a warm embrace.

• "...... Thank you Ken." You bury your face deeper into his chest. He knows your embarrassed that you have to call him to get rid of every pest that invades your home.

• A laugh leaves his lips as he lifts your face towards his, he rubs his nose against yours and says "No need to be embarrassed s/o, I'm always here to protect you, even if it's just from a bug."

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• He's definitely not a fan of bugs but he doesn't mind dealing with them.

• Doesn't tease you about your fear at all cause he hates them. He just hates the way they crawl, their legs and creepy heads..... ugh just thinking about them makes his skin crawl.

• Just like Draken he always come to deal with bugs when you ask, no making you begging and no complaints.

• He's definitely a bug saver but he likes to have as little contact with them as possible. So he use a cup and a piece of paper to get rid of them.

• If the bug somehow touches him he'll freak and throw it out the nearest window (along with the cup he was using I may add)

• After the bug is gone he'll lazily wrap his arms around you and say ask for a quick kiss as reward. But in the situation the bug touched him, he'll be panicking and apologizing for throwing the glass cup out the window while aggressively washing the spot where the bug touched him.

• "Ah shit babe I'm so sorry I just freaked out when the bug crawled out from under the cup and I-"

• Kiss him to make him shut up (and don't forget to thank him too ofc~)

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• Oh boy

• At first he made it seem like bugs didn't bother him at all and that'd he kill them with no hesitation.

• He would constantly tease you about your fear of bugs and boast about he'd be there to save you from them

• But oh boy was that a lie

• It was a hot summer day, you and Baji were at your house trying to cool down using one of the fans you had.

• "Damn! Why the hell is it so hot out today!?" your boyfriend said scouching closer to fan.

• "Tell me about it!" You replied, an annoyed expression settling on your face, "I had planned out our date day today but now it's all ruined thanks to this he-"

• As you turned your head you could feel your heart stop. Right at the other end of the room was a big ass cockroach.

• "Babe why did ya stop in the middle of your sentence-"

• "Baji." You looked him dead in the eye as you quickly raised to your feet, "Please go kill that roach for me cause if that thing moves an inch closer to me I will cry." He cracks a smile and let's out a laugh.

• "BAHAHAHAHA DAMN YOU'RE THAT AFRAID OF A ROACH?!?! I can't with you sometimes babe." He stands up and places a hand on your shoulder, "But don't worry babe your knight in shining armor is here to help-"

• *shuffle, shuffle*. Both of your guy's eyes turned in the direction of the noise, the roach was making its way towards you two. Before you could even react out of your own fear Baji let out a blood curdling scream and jumped into your arms so fast you almost toppled over.

• "BABE KILL IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW. KILL IT NOW I CAN'T BE IN A ROOM WITH THIS FUCKING ROACH"

• You were shocked. Thinking back to the Baji 15 seconds ago who was making fun of you for your fear of bugs and being all confident about how killing a bug was easy for him. But now he was a crying, blubbering and terrified mess in your arms.

• So whether you like or not, your the one who has to take care of the pests now.

• If you ever tell someone about that incident he'll die on the spot.

• And if you ever remind him of it he'll get all red in the face, think of it as payback for him teasing you.

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• He's not afraid to admit he hates bugs as much as you do. He especially hates touching them.

• So when it comes to who is gets bug killing duty you two decide with good old fashioned roshambow.

• "Ro!"

• "Sham!

• "Bow!"

• You breath a sigh of relief, you played scissors and Sanzu had played paper.

• "Shit!" Sanzu let a sigh of defeat, his shoulders slumping. You reassuring place a hand on his shoulder. You pressed a quick kiss on his cheek and said, "Don't worry babe, I believe in you! I'll be cheering you on....." You saw his lips slowly raise upward, forming a smile, ".....From the otherside of room." His smile quickly dropped into an annoyed frown, "Damn s/o! I really don't wanna kill that fucking roach!" His gaze turns toward the roach relaxing on your guy's coffee table.

• "I'm sorry Sanzu I know you hate bugs as much as me but I won fair and square. The faster you get it done the faster that roach will be gone!" You said with an encouraging smile

• "Ugh...... you're right...." He slowly started to make his way towards the 6 legged fiend. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he stood over it.

• As I mentioned before Sanzu hates touching bugs. But when he's panicked he doesn't really think straight. So he usually ends up picking up the bug with his bare hands and either 1. Throws it out the window or 2. Smashes it as hard as he can on the nearest flat surface. This usually cause him to start screaming cause he made physical contact with the bug.

• Let him sob into your shirt while you calm him down. He will cry for 20 minutes straight cause he touched a bug (also cause he's probably as high a fucking kite/j). Give him kisses and tell him he did a great job dealing with bug.

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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a kiss from the moon | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: All these years, all these summers, Jeon Jungkook has loved you. His problem? You have no idea. Mostly because he has always said it far too platonically and thrown up in your lap after saying it. Drunk. Fuck. Oh, yeah, and you're also Park Jimin's best friend since preschool. Shit.

warnings: language; alcohol consumption; pining; JK gets distracted by (your) tits during his quest, typical; non-idol!BTS - purple-haired!Jungkook x sleepy af, noona!reader, ft Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung radiating big soulmate energy; childhood friends-to-lovers

yes, it's JK from the 'Butter' beach photos

“I love you!”

You lifted your head out of the mountain of pillows, groggy and hazy, squinting at the moonlight filtering through the floating curtains. The night breeze was warm, drifting in softly with the low hum of cicadas. But what was that other sound? That other sound was familiar, wasn’t it?

You heard your name being shouted, followed by, “Wake up!”

You made a face and stumbled out of the bed, sticking your head out of your bedroom window, your own hair flying back and smacking you in the face.

“Yah! Jeon Jungkook, are you trying to wake up the whole damn neighborhood?!”

“Get down here!”

You put on your best disgruntled expression and peered down at the form on your front lawn, shoving your own hair aside.

“What are you going on about?” you muttered, seeing Jeon Jungkook looking up at you, puffing his cheeks, long wet purple hair fading to gray because of the chlorine from swimming all night at that party Park Jimin had invited you to earlier today, to which you had responded, no thanks, I’m going to sleep all day, I worked three double shifts in a row and I have zero desire to be flung into your family’s swimming pool at this time, but I will acknowledge that your offer is very generous, and then promptly passing out for a good – you glanced at your phone with the pink bunny case Jungkook had given you two summers ago – ten hours and it was still not enough for you to comprehend why your best friend’s best friend was standing on your front lawn yelling at your parents’ house that you were watching for a month while they were in Italy getting drunk on far too expensive wine and eating cheese they probably couldn’t pronounce.

Jungkook was shirtless, clad only in orange swim shorts and sandals like a fucking hooligan. He was clutching a plastic red Solo cup and he threw it at the house, yelling your name again.

“Oh my fucking God, don’t litter, you idiot!” you bellowed back, throwing yourself away from the windowsill and crawling on the floor to your bedroom door like the evolution of mankind, making it from all fours to two legs by the time you got to the stairs – good thing too, you might have broken your neck if you were still disoriented – and you dragged yourself downstairs, yanking your white slip dress straight. Not your choice of pajamas. Your mom’s, who told you to be more ladylike, whatever the fuck that meant, and who also informed you in the same breath that it was your only choice of pajamas since they donated all your clothes from high school.

Awesome.

You go to university and your parents yeet all evidence that they had a child and go vacationing.

Good for them.

You wrenched your front door open and shoved your feet into your dad’s giant brown sandals and clapped your way over to the pink-faced, mildly drunk, shirtless man in swimming trunks on your front lawn.

“It’s two in the morning. Why are you standing here drunk and professing your love like some kind of deranged Romeo?” you sighed, rubbing your eyes. “Why aren’t you at Jimin’s?” You spied the red Solo cup and picked it up, whipping your head back to Jeon Jungkook.

He was staring at you with his mouth open.

Charming.

He didn’t say anything for a good ten seconds.

“Alright, fine, let me call my loser of a best friend and tell him to pick up his loser of a best friend, so I can go back to sleep,” you muttered, about to turn around.

Jungkook seemed to sputter back to life. “Wait, um, noona–”

“He speaks! He’s not dead.”

“A… Ah… Um…”

You squinted at him and reached up to knock the side of his head. “Hello? Anyone in there?”

Jungkook blurted out, “I love you.”

His breath smelled a lot like alcohol.

“Yeah, I got that. You also said that when I got you through your Chemistry and World History exams. Both times. You also say that to like, what, six of your guy friends? Don’t get me started on the amount of times you’ve said it and thrown up in my lap right after. Don’t do that this time,” you added sternly, prodding at his chest. “I’ve got one set of pajamas because my mom forgets that human beings change clothes, so throw up on the grass.”

“Uh… that’s pajamas…?”

“Lady pajamas,” you grumbled sarcastically, lifting the lid and chucking the crumpled Solo cup into your parents’ trash can. “Since I’m not lady enough apparently according to my mom, even though I’m ninety-nine percent sure giant band t-shirts are completely unisex but, whatever, it’s just a dress, not a big deal.”

“Um.”

You looked at Jungkook, who looked back at you, who put your hands up and gestured him to say something, who in response rose his hands and flapped them in confusion, giving you absolutely zero helpful communication. The movement reminded you he had gotten his right arm and hand tattooed in the last couple years, the black ink standing out against tan skin. You hadn’t seen him too many times during your university years, too busy completing research papers and staying late nights in laboratories, only to now end up working on hospital software and sitting on your ass all day. Life, eh? These past three days were spent on working through bugs for the next software update and you had maybe lost all social skills as you attempted to unravel lines of code that you stared at for forty-eight out of the past seventy-two hours.

Fun!

“Do you need a cookie? A shower? The Bible?” you offered, waving your hands. “Maybe tell me why you’re here, yes?”

He was staring and you realized you were slightly bent over in your gesture, your breasts firmly pressed into the cups of the slip dress. You straightened and Jungkook’s wide dark brown eyes went back to your face.

“I… I didn’t realize you had come back, noona.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about? I told Jimin last week. He said he was hanging out with you and Taehyung. I figured he’d just tell you guys then.”

Jungkook shook his head quickly, gray-purple hair flying about. He pointed to the left, where Jimin’s house was several blocks over. “He only mentioned it just now, when he was throwing up in the bathroom from doing eight shots in a row because Taehyungie dared him.”

“…. Maybe he needs the Bible…” you muttered, shaking your head.

Then the realization hit you.

“Did you walk here from Jimin’s and straight up abandon the party?”

Jungkook tilted his head and thought about it. “Yeah.”

You looked around to find the camera and see if you were being pranked, but there was no camera because this life wasn’t purely for entertainment, right? Nah, this wasn’t The Matrix.

Mhm.

“Hah, well, what’s wrong? Are you upset I didn’t go to the party or something? I had three double-shifts this week, I wasn’t going to be any fun passed out before actually drinking–”

“Yoongi-hyung was passed out before drinking.”

“In some ways, I swear that guy and I are the same person,” you laughed, shaking your head. “Anyway, I’m sorry I didn’t go and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I really banked on Jimin not being an airhead, but once again he is, so maybe I should reconsider him as my best friend…”

“Noona, I…”

You looked up from your mental consideration of Park Jimin’s pros and cons, the first pro being he punched that ex of yours that cheated on you with some Tinder hookup and that was already enough to stop contemplating, so you blinked at Jungkook curiously, looking into wide brown eyes, long strands of ash-purple floating around his handsome face from the night breeze, brushing against his parted lips, highlighting the mole underneath them, placed perfectly in the center like a kiss from the moon itself.

“Can I take a shower and sleep it off here?”

You tilted your head. “Yeah, sure. You can borrow my dad’s clothes. You should call Jimin though. You don’t want him to panic that he lost you.”

“Y… Yeah, okay…”

Jeon Jungkook really thought he could say it this time.

Collected all his courage and ran, ran as fast as he could, couldn’t believe Jimin had neglected to say she was coming home over the summer for more than a day, days without her reminding Jungkook that he was a coward for not saying it when he could have, having lost his most important person in the world because he was too afraid of telling Park Jimin that he was in love with his best friend.

He remembered that smile wearing nothing but a large t-shirt, sitting on Jimin’s bedroom floor, crushing all of them at UNO and cackling as Jimin blew up for ending up in last place for the third time in a row, yelling that the game was rigged, and Jungkook remembered thinking, I should tell her tonight.

And he didn’t.

He remembered her saying to Taehyung that she just wasn’t into girly things. They were having this argument over pizza and Taehyung was waving his around saying she should at least try a dress on every once in a while, never know, might actually like it, and her rolling her eyes as she shot back that she didn’t have to do anything just because it was stereotypical for her gender. Taehyung told her to stop using big words and waved his hands, accidentally flinging his pizza slice into her lap, and Jungkook remembered thinking, I should tell her after we clean up.

And he didn’t.

He remembered seeing her prepare to leave for university once again, holding a small package from the internet and handing it to her, a small but practical belated birthday gift, both of them surprised when she opened it, not the matte black phone case he had ordered, but somehow mixed up with a pink bunny phone case that had no business being owned by someone who didn’t like girly things.

“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t order this–”

And she laughed, shaking her head. “That’s okay, I gotta go, thanks anyway, Jungkook!”

The years went by and every year Jungkook told himself, this is the one, and every year he just couldn’t say it.

He thought he could say it now, drunk and furious at Jimin for not preparing him for this moment, but on his way here Jungkook figured that perhaps this was preferred, that maybe it was better that he couldn’t sit around nervously overthinking what to say.

But, of course, the problem was…

He had already said it in a platonic way.

Shit.

He really fucked himself throughout the years.

Jungkook sighed, now wearing borrowed clothes, holding the note of her handwriting as he rubbed his hair with the towel.

I washed your shorts and they’re hang-drying now. You can sleep in the guest room. I left a glass of water and some hangover meds. If you need anything, I’ll be asleep but you can attempt to wake the dead if you want.

He walked down the hall, towel around his shoulders. Her bedroom door was open. He stood outside the entrance, sighing, seeing her sleeping form and her bedside table, her phone sitting on the charger.

His breath caught in his throat as he recognized that pink bunny phone case.

“Where’s Jungkook?”

“Probably at her parents’ place, confessing his love,” Kim Taehyung snickered, picking up the beer bottles left behind next to the pool.

“Hah, of course he would leave without cleaning up,” Park Jimin grumbled, pushing the recycling bin along as Taehyung tossed each bottle inside.

“You think he’s gonna tell her?”

“He didn’t even tell me,” Jimin muttered, shoving used napkins into the bag hanging off the side of the recycling bin that he was going to toss into the trash later. “I had to find out from you. I think he’s hopeless. Why does he like her anyway? She’s fun to be around, yeah, she’s good at school, yeah, knows a lot of random facts, yeah, if you get into philosophy with her like Namjoon-hyung does, you begin to question humanity and reality, yeah, but other than that…”

“You hitting on your best friend, dude?”

“I mean, she’s kinda hot, she wouldn’t say no to me.”

Taehyung snorted.

Jimin smacked him in the ass with the recycling bin.

“Anyway, he’s probably just standing in her bedroom creepily watching her sleeping.”

Jungkook stared down at her sleeping form.

He looked up, looking out the window into the late, late night. He was tired, and yet he couldn’t sleep, too busy wondering.

I don’t deserve her if I’m not brave enough to say it.

“Jungkook?”

You squinted at the large form in your bedroom.

“Why are you just staring moodily out the window?” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes. “Is something wrong? Are you hungry? I can make you a snack…”

“Noona, do you know what the worst feeling in the world is?” he asked softly, still looking out into the warm night.

You grunted and scrunched up your face. “Stepping on a Lego?”

You heard Jungkook laugh and you smiled a little despite your groggy state, hearing a little bit of his old self, the younger Jungkook hanging out with you, Jimin, and, later, Taehyung, the four of you getting up to no good. Somehow, in the past few years, he had gotten quieter and quieter, at least around you, but then again you only came home to visit for a day or two before going back to university.

“Have you ever been in love, noona?”

“Yeah, with the red bean popsicles they used to sell at the ice cream trucks, but then they stopped, those assholes, I’ve never been so heartbroken in my life,” you grumbled, remembering the day where the ice cream man told you they were sold out and your young teenage heart shattering.

“I love you, you know.”

Was this a fever dream? Why did he keep repeating himself? You looked over to his back, still looking outside onto the street, the street where you all used to run and laugh every summer, pretending you were surviving in the wild and not in the middle of a suburban neighborhood, sitting around sipping lemonade and complaining about the heat even though you all could have gone inside, lighting sparklers at night and seeing whose would last the longest even though such a thing was only based on chance anyway.

“Is that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?” he added quietly.

“The worst thing I’ve ever heard was accidentally hearing Jimin jacking off. Twice.”

Jungkook finally turned around, giving you a disgusted look. “What?”

You placed a hand on your face and sighed heavily, trying not to remember. “For some reason he thinks the bathroom isn’t echoey or something, like, at least do it in the shower, so the water masks the sound…” You chuckled, shaking your head. “Anyway, I would much rather hear you say you have love for me than listening to Jimin getting off.”

“I don’t have love for you.”

You raised your hand from your face and shifted your gaze to him, half-smile lingering on your lips from remembering Jimin’s carelessness. You made eye contact the second the words left his mouth, those brown eyes shrouded in shadows, but still so clear, a little helpless, a little sad.

“I’m in love with you,” Jungkook whispered softly.

Your eyes widened.

A soft breeze swept through the window, lifting the purple-gray strands from Jungkook’s face, revealing his lost, desolate expression.

The cicadas hummed.

A car alarm honked loudly, screeching through the night.

Both you and Jungkook jerked to face the window. You bolted out of bed and you both threw your hands onto the edge of the window, yanking it shut, wincing at the loud noise.

“Ah, jeez… what the hell…?” you groaned, slumping to the ground.

“What’s with people…?” Jungkook muttered, falling to the floor beside you, yanking the towel off his shoulders.

“Fuck, I pressed the wrong button!”

“Taehyung, what the hell, turn it off!”

“I was just trying to put the tangerines your parents gave me in my car!”

“I don’t care what you were doing, turn it off!”

“Anyway, sorry, you were saying something important and you got interrupted by some dumbass,” you sighed, nudging Jungkook with your shoulder.

“Uh… well, that was it…”

You blinked at him, tilting your head. “What, that you’re in love with me?”

“Y… Yeah?”

You blinked some more.

“Not the, want to go to the arcade and see who can get the highest score in PAC-MAN or go watch shitty action movies and rate the unrealistic plot lines or dare each other to eat whatever expired delicacy is in Taehyung’s fridge, kind of love?”

Jungkook made a repulsed face. “I regret eating that tofu. Don’t think I can ever look at uncooked tofu without gagging a little now…”

You leaned over and caught his eye.

“Do you mean the… want to date and get married and make babies, kind of love?”

His lips parted and the moonlight lit the small mole placed perfectly underneath his lower lip.

A delicate kiss from the moon itself.

Then you realized he was staring at your tits.

You yanked the neckline up a little and Jungkook started, looking back up at you with wide eyes.

“Sorry, I’m just not used to you in a dress, sorry, I’m being really rude–”

“It assures me that you’re at least interested in the making babies part,” you chuckled.

His ears turned red and he reached up to cover them, trying not to look down. “S… Sorry…”

“So…?”

He chewed on his lip, messing with his earrings with his fingertips. “Um… yeah, that kind of love. The latter kind.”

You lowered your hand. “You’re not messing with me, right? I swear, if this is one of Taehyung’s elaborate ideas to mess with me, I’m going to ki–”

Jungkook shook his head quickly, purple hair flying about. “I’m not joking around. I wanted to tell you for a long, long time, but…” His eyes darted about, panicking a little, before looking back to you helplessly. “You’re Jimin’s best friend, besides Taehyung, and what if… what if you thought I was gross or something and then I don’t think I could hang out with you guys anymore, but then you went to that prestigious university far away and I thought, I’m so stupid, I should have said something, anything, but every time I could even think about it, I didn’t know what to say, nothing seemed right…”

He let out a big sigh and tapped his head against the windowsill, closing his eyes.

“Also, I said it before and threw up in your lap right after, so that kinda fucked me up.”

“Can’t say I was really feeling the romance, yeah.”

He groaned and covered his face with his hands.

“I’d date you though. For real.”

Jungkook removed his hands and blinked at you. “What?”

You chuckled. “Why are you acting so surprised? I’m not going to date Jimin, blergh, I’ve known that guy since I was in preschool. I’m not dating Taehyung, I’m pretty sure he’s on a different brainwave than other human beings.”

You smiled at him and turned around to pick up your phone, holding it up.

“I don’t like girly things or cute things very much, but I kept your gift because it was from you and, funnily enough, I think it made me realize that I was rejecting femininity because society puts such a negative connotation on things young women like and because my friends growing up were primarily male, thus I wanted to seem cool or relatable so I rejected stereotypically feminine concepts…”

“… What?”

Now it was a confused what.

“Uh, never mind,” you laughed awkwardly, putting your phone back on your nightstand. “Anyway, Jungkook, you made me realize things about myself, and I love being around you, but I thought a handsome guy like you would want to date a pretty girl, and I’m not really that.”

Jungkook furrowed his brows. “What are you talking about? You’re the prettiest girl in the world. No one could ever be prettier than you.”

You felt your neck heat. “Yo, don’t inflate my ego when it’s not the truth,” you chuckled sheepishly, waving a hand. “You’ve been drinking anyway. Alcohol makes everyone prettier.”

“It’s the truth.”

Was he drunk or were you drunk? Why was Jeon Jungkook getting closer?

“Would you really date me?”

You stared into those chocolate eyes and smiled.

“Yes, I would.”

And you leaned forward and kissed him.

His eyes widened, staring at you and you closed your eyes, pressing your lips to his, inhaling his scent, memories of hot summers and mirthful laughter filling your head, standing beside Jungkook and kicking Jimin and Taehyung’s ass at table tennis even though Jungkook was doing most of the work, finishing a movie together after Jimin and Taehyung had passed out on the couch on top of each other and talking excitedly about it until you both fall asleep, getting lamb skewers after Jimin and Taehyung went off to eat ramen in a huff, unable to agree on the same meal as a foursome, but it was fine, no, better than fine, perfect even.

Because you were with Jungkook.

You broke the kiss and opened your eyes, smiling at him.

He blinked slowly, looking down at you.

“Noona…”

His hand raised, fingers spreading out longingly. You quickly reached up and pushed it back down.

“Jungkook, I swear, I do want to touch you in a less than holy way, but maybe not when you’re wearing my dad’s clothes, including his underwear, because that’s really fucking weird.”

Jungkook looked down at the brown t-shirt and beige shorts. “Oh. Yeah. Right.”

“You know, come to think of it, I feel like Taehyung has slowly stolen Jimin from me over the years, so maybe this was fated…” you mumbled, remembering at the moments you had shared with Jungkook were because your other two friends had abandoned you.

“I feel you, sometimes I feel like a third wheel…”

“I’m so sleepy.”

“I’ll tuck you in first, but I’m going to get us some water so we don’t die tomorrow morning.”

“Ugh, Jimin, bring another pillow please.”

“Hah, fine, but you’re buying breakfast tomorrow…”

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#jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #bts fluff #jungkook x you #jungkook x noona #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you

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anythingforspence · 3 years

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the capstone - chapter one

Summary: Reader is a semester away from getting her masters in Psychology and duringher last semester she has to complete her capstone, or passion project if you will. This year, the professors decided that each student will be personally mentored by a psycologyst in distinct fields. When Y/N meets hers, she can’t decide whether she is lucky or if it will be a long 5 months.

Pairing: Female reader x Spencer Reid

Word Count: 1.8 k

Chapter warning: harsh language, sexy talk, no smut yet

A/N: omg tysm for all of the love on the teaser post. i hope i dont dissapoint.

Although I’m wide awake, I let my alarm clock keep beeping and beeping and beeping as I stare up at the white ceiling of my cheap studio apartment. My neighbor woke me up bright and early this morning by doing what sounded like lugging a dead body throughout his apartment. I lifted my head slightly just to slam it back against my bed, whining about being awake at 5:30 am. I’m probably just nervous. I have to complete this passion project for my psychology class by being mentored by a famous psychologist and write a paper about their career and their wisdom I guess. I have a meeting with my mentor today and I don’t know what to expect. My professor kept the identity of our mentors a secret. For the “excitement” and whatnot.

With a sigh, I swing my legs over the side of my bed and bend over to switch off the alarm. Resting my elbows on my knees, I run my hands down my face, basically prepping myself for the fact that I have to stand up soon. The moment I stand, I stretch all throughout my body, ending with my hands high above my head, stretching into the ceiling. My mouth getting ready to yawn when a bang was heard next door, like a book being chucked against the wall ajoined with my neighbors apartment causing me to yelp. I’m pretty sure I heard a chuckle in response to my scream. I glared at the wall, thinking of all the ways I could storm in there and punch my neighbor. I had two choices. I could storm in there and do all the things I wish I could do, or I could mind my business and get ready for the day.

Rolling my eyes I decided to just get ready. I still wanted payback, however, I blasted Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now by The Smiths as I head into the showe. I grab brown trousers, a white button up, and a sage green set of lace undergarments. Not that anyone would see them, unfortunately there has been a drought of sorts in my pants. I just wear them for the aesthetic. Getting undressed, I put on my favorite playlist with all of the songs that make me feel like I’m the main character in an indie film. I heard a light tapping at my door, like some wanted my attention but at the same time wished I never paid attention to them. I decided to ignore it and step under the stream of water in my shower.

Once I was all finished with my shower, I stepped out into my foggy bathroom. Singing along to Bug Collector by Haley Heynderickx, I start drying off and slip on my outfit for the day. I keep my hair in a towel to help it dry some so I don’t have to use any heat on my hair. For my makeup I decided to go for a red lip, neutral blush, mascara, and brows today. Something simple and professional. I let my hair out of the towel and brush it out, not doing too much to it. Blowing myself a kiss in the mirror, I grab my purse and wrap my student ID around my neck, letting it fall next to the golden flower chained to my neck.When I open the door, I laugh in shock at the note my neighbor left for me.“nice taste in music”

I felt something against my leg and knew exactly who it was. “Hi, Payton,” I sweetly spoke to the Sphynx cat at my feet. I named her Payton even though she’s not technically mine and just wanders through the apartment complex. I bend down to give her scratches at her neck. “How’s my cutie patootie. Did you see the asshole who left this not?” She just tilted her head more into my hand, telling me to keep on scratching. “Guess not.” I stand back up and check the time on my watch, “Shit”. I had five minutes to get there.

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A bell rang as I entered the coffee shop I was supposed to meet my mentor at, of course with my favorite mask on. My eyes scan the place a little before I walk up to the counter to order my favorite drink. “Hi can I just get a 16 ounce Earl Grey, please?” The barista said something along the lines of yes of course and how my total was 2.16. “Alrighty, thank you.” It didn’t take too long for it to be done. They weren’t very busy and it’s just a tea bag and hot water.

“Excuse me, are you Y/F/N Y/L/N?”

Woah. His voice sent a tingle down my spine. Probably just because I haven’t had much human contact or the fact that I haven’t been laid in a while but, my god, what I would give for him to say my name again. But that was nothing compared to what I saw when I turned around. I’m just glad I was wearing a mask so he didn’t the way my lips parted when my eyes met his. He had curly brown hair and he dressed like an old man, doesn’t sound like much but for me, that’s everything. Oh my gosh, and he had nerdy little cute glasses? When I realized I was staring I averted my eyes and started blushing.

“Um, yes, hi, that’s my name. I’m so sorry, but what’s your name?” The tremor in my voice made me want to just drop dead. I’m a woman of science but if the Earth knew how to open up and swallow people, now would be the time to prove it.

“Oh hi. I’m Doctor Spencer Reid. I’m your psychology mentor. Did your professor not tell you?” He seemed so confused, oh my god he’s so cute.

“Oh. Oh my God I’m so sorry! My professor didn’t let us know who was mentoring us, just in case we did prior research or something. I’m sorry. But yes um I’m Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you, sir,” I kept on rambling, looking anywhere but his eyes. Unfortunately, it made me look like I was checking him out. Oh fuck.

Chuckling a bit, he goes, “Oh no your fine. No need to apalogize. It’s a pleasure to meet you miss Y/N.” Not going to lie, the way he said my name sent tingles to my pussy. Oh my god what is wrong with me! I can’t be thinking these things about the person who is going to mentor me! Stop being so horny.

I started to blush and I cleared my throat and gestured towards the window. “Um, should we go sit out there?”

“Oh yes of course. Please after you,” he said, his hand finding the small of my back, hitching my breath and making me nervously mess with the rings on my fingers. We sat at the iron tables outside of the coffee shop, he pulled my chair open for me, finally his hands off of me. I felt like I could breathe again but at the same time I felt sad, empty. He took off his mask to take a sip of what he was drinking and holy shit. He had some scruff and his lips just looked so inviting. I wanted to distract from the silence that was biting at me. “So, uh, what do you do?” My voice trailing off, making everything so much heavier with awkwardness and the sexual tension that was just coming from me.

“What do you mean what do I do?” Fuck. I looked so stupid of course he does something in pschology. That’s the whole reason you’re here.

“W-well, um, like what specific area do you work in?”

“I do criminal profiling with the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI.” My eyebrows bunch together in confusion. What does that have to do with psychology? Almost as if he’s reading my mind he continues, “We psycho analyze crime scenes, victims, bodies to understand why a criminal would do what they did, which helps us to understand the type of person they are, their background, and it leads us to the criminal, or unsub.”

“Wow that’s actually really cool. But, like, how does that all work?”

“Tell me, Y/N, when was the last time you had sex?” I didn’t say anything. I was so shocked. First off, how inappropriate, but also how did he know? “When I first walked in, you kept on looking me up and down as if you’ve never seen a man before. You keep fidgeting with your rings. Usually new jewelry makes people fidget but the stains on your fingers suggest you wear rings frequently which means you're nervous. Also ever since I’ve taken my mask offyou haven’t stopped staring at my lips. So, sweet girl, tell me when was the last time you were satisfied?”

I just sat there, gapping at him like a fish out of water. What was I supposed to say? Why thank you for asking, although the last time I’ve had sex was a year ago but the last time I’ve orgasmed has been longer? Before I could come up with an answer he got a phone call. Someone named Morgan needed him or something. Whatever it was, it seemed urgent.“Sorry our meeting got cut short, Y/N. Very important FBI business came up. Here is my card, has my name, email and phone number. I recommend calling me because I don’t usually check my emails or my texts. Your professor already gave me your contact information so I know how to find you. I am very excited for the upcoming months.”

“Oh- uh, thank you,” I whispered, still shocked. He grabs my hand so that he can hand me my card since I haven’t moved a muscle.

“Oh and Y/N?” My head wips up at him and I let out a “hmm?” that could be mistaken for a moan. “Green is a nice color on you.” Confused, I looked down to see my button up shirt had popped open, letting my green covered tits be seen by the world. Eyes blown open, I immediately cover myself and say a thank you that sounded so embarrassing because my voice cracked. He just chucked and told me he would contact me soon. Before he left, I could’ve sworn he looked at me as if I was a sexy hollywood actress or something. But I brushed it off. Maybe he was concerned for me. After all, I had my tits out and made it obvious that I was desperately horny. God these five months will be awful if I keep thinking about Dr. Reid as a sex partner than a mentor. Then again the concept of having sex with your mentor can be hot. Nope. No. I should stop there.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x y/n #dom!spencer #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut

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bosspigeon · 3 years

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Carabosse et la Fee des Lilas

Prompt: 💋Drag

Pairing: Adam/Male Detective, Bonus Found Family Vibes~

Words: 5,346

Summary: Tina spends some quality time with Arlo and Unit Bravo as they prepare for Wayhaven's first real Pride festival, Tina torments her best friend and his maybe-boyfriend (as is her god-given right), and Arlo has a big think about his favorite role and what that role allowed him to explore~

CW for references to transmisogyny and implications of past trans/homophobia

Sometimes, Tina wonders if Arlo missed his true calling. His hands are surgeon-steady as he pencils delicate patterns onto Felix’s cheeks, outlining with white eyeliner in preparation to fill them in with bold colors and glitter. Tina almost can’t wait for her turn, even though Felix looks like he’s in real, physical pain with the effort of holding as still as possible. She’s no stranger to that struggle herself.

Neither is she a stranger to Arlo’s forceful, if toothless, threats, overcome as she is by fondness when he growls that he's going to draw a mustache on Felix’s face with permanent marker if he doesn’t stop bloody bouncing.

It’s pretty fun to watch from the outside. Sure, when you first sit down when he’s like this—all sharp and snappish and “stop moving or I’ll chuck you out the window”—it’s hard to keep still, but Arlo’s got this sort of quiet intensity to him when he’s focusing on something that’s oddly meditative. He’s just a soothing presence, really. Like a capybara or something. He’s friend-shaped.

Whatever weird magic it is, it’s definitely catching, because Felix looks less like he’s about to burst, like he did when Arlo was putting down the foundation, and more like he’s enjoying the attention. Tina’s not sure how long it’s going to last, seeing as Felix has given her a run for her money in the “manic energy” department, and he’s nowhere near as caffeinated as she is at any given time, but for the time being, he’s (mostly) still and quiet.

There’s music playing, quiet enough that the broody one (she knows his name, but it seems to bug him when she calls him "the broody one," which is funny, so—) only grumbled about it for a few minutes when Arlo turned it on, and even seems to enjoy sitting close enough to Arlo’s stupidly fancy stereo system to, she guesses, feel the rumble of the bass through the floor. Vampires are weird.

Anyway, it’s Arlo’s usual sad goth boy nonsense, but as quiet as it is, and with its intense instrumentals and rumbling vocals, it��s pleasant background noise more than anything.

Nate (the handsome and charming one, because of course all Arlo’s vampire friends are handsome, so she has to differentiate between them somehow) is rifling through Arlo’s bookshelf like it’s his job, and visibly struggling to pick something to read, because Arlo’s sitting room bookshelf (the one she found at a yard sale three hours away and lashed to the top of her sedan with every single bungee cord she could find at the local hardware store because it was coffin-shaped, for god's sake) is where he keeps all his weirdo occult stuff to, quote, “make people who pop by unannounced leave faster.”

And then there’s the big, handsome, stupidly fit blonde Arlo still won’t call his boyfriend, even though they’re so obvious it’s sickening, and she means that with all the love in her heart. He’s sitting in the armchair by the bookshelf, positioned so he can look like he’s reading one of Arlo’s old music magazines and totally isn’t taking advantage of the perfect line of sight of Arlo perched on the end of his coffee table so he’s not too tall to work on Felix, sitting in a chair from the kitchen. Tina sure hopes he doesn’t think he’s subtle, being a super special vampire secret agent and all.

He seems to notice her eyeing him, at least, and keeps his attention pinned firmly on the magazine, though he is definitely not reading a single word. Nate keeps browsing, the Broody One keeps brooding, Arlo keeps working, and Felix starts to hum. Arlo gives him a sharp look, but it doesn’t seem to be moving his face in any major way, so he just rolls his eyes and keeps tracing pretty patterns onto that unfairly smooth, dark skin. Do vampires do skin care? They probably don’t even need to, and that’s probably one of the reasons people like to villainize them. It always comes down to jealousy, doesn’t it?

She sighs, loudly enough that every eye in the room turns to her, and while she did not expect the sudden attention, she knows she can at least use it to entertain herself. She homes in on Adam, and smiles when she finally looks at the magazine he’s still valiantly pretending to read. There’s a familiar man on the cover, and while she can’t be bothered to remember his name, she grins. “Oh, hey! Arlo, he’s reading the one with the guy who looks like you!”

Arlo doesn’t even look up, but he huffs out a laugh and rolls his eyes again. He’s going to give himself a headache if he keeps that up.

The comment does exactly what she wants it to, which is draw the attention of all the other vampires. Arlo even begrudgingly pulls the pencil away from Felix’s cheek so he can take a look, and he immediately bursts out laughing.

“Arlo!” he exclaims, slapping at Arlo’s knee. “You didn’t tell us you had a twin!”

Nate chuckles (warm and rich and handsome, if a sound can be called handsome) and turns from the shelf to study the magazine curiously himself. Even the Broody One peers over to see, a little smirk curling his permanently-scowling mouth.

“Considering he was born in the sixties, I definitely don’t,” Arlo drawls. “Tina’s been making that joke since we were kids. She’s just happy she’s got an audience who hasn’t heard it twelve times a week since she first saw my old Type O Negative poster.”

“Some jokes just get better with time,” Tina says archly. “Like a fine wine.”

“And some jokes age like milk,” Arlo fires back.

Adam tilts the magazine so he can look for himself, and his dour expression clouds over even more, brows furrowing and mouth twisting. He peers up at Arlo, studying him, then down again.

Got you. “Yeah, you’re right,” Tina says, nodding sagely at him. “Arlo’s much prettier.”

It has exactly the reaction she was hoping for. Arlo drops his eyeliner pencil and makes a strangled noise, glowering at her with his cute freckly cheeks going all red, and Adam, who is a good bit paler than Arlo, goes pink from the crewneck of his just-this-side-of-too-tight tee shirt to his hairline. Tina wants to punch the air as the other vampires snicker at them. Well, except for Nate. Nate’s not a snickerer. He chortles. It’s adorable.

“Speaking of pretty!” Felix crows once they’ve all had a laugh at their fearless leader’s expense. He points to his own face with both hands, dancing in his chair, and Arlo sighs and rolls his eyes again, bending to pick up the dropped pencil. Luckily, the tip isn’t broken, so he can get right back to work, once he’s given the young vampire a moment to get his wiggles out. He settles, sitting on his hands and pursing his lips when Arlo gives him a dry look. He hovers back in with the pencil, and then Felix blurts out, “How’d you get so good at this anyway? Well, I assume you’re good at it. I haven’t seen it yet.”

Arlo doesn’t say anything. He just looks at him, pencil poised, until Felix pinches his mouth shut with a quick little apology. Once Arlo’s satisfied his canvas is actually going to hold still and keep quiet, he gets back to it. “My school was pretty small, especially compared to the bigger-name performing arts schools out there,” he says after a moment of quiet focus, tracing the outline of a heart around one of Felix’s eyes. “Our department didn’t really have a huge budget, and workspace was at a premium too. We didn’t have a lot of time to prepare for performances before someone else had to use the theatre, so we all did our own makeup at once, for the most part. Sometimes we’d help each other out, because we all had our strengths and weaknesses.”

He pulls back the pencil, squinting critically at the heart like it’s not completely perfect. “Demi was the best at laying the groundwork, and at matching colors to our costumes and complexions. Viv was the best at coming up with concepts and making sure we looked like a matching set. Wendi could do insane prosthetics, and was the best at bullying our department head into giving us the money for them. I had the steadiest hands, so I always did the eyes and the details.”

“Was Wendi the one who did your Dracula look?” Tina gasps. “That one was so cool!”

“Dracula?” Felix blurts. Tina doesn’t miss how the others perk up with interest too.

Arlo glares at him, and he shrinks back with a sheepish little grin. “Yeah, we did Dracula, uh… second year, I think? That was when Tilly transferred in and started doing our choreography. She’s the one who got Professor Dacey to let us do less classical stuff and start branching out a bit.” He glances briefly at Tina, staunchly ignoring the way Felix pouts at him for dividing his attention. “And, yeah, Wendi did the prosthetics for that one.”

“She’s got to be magic,” Tina asserts. “She managed to make your sweet, mopey face look so scary.”

Felix and Mason both snicker at that, and Arlo’s mouth goes all lemon-sour pinchy, like it always does when she calls him a sad puppy man, or any variation thereof.

“Take a lap,” Arlo says to Felix. “Don’t touch your face.” He jerks his head at Tina when Felix bolts to his feet and starts zooming around the flat to get out some of his energy. “Your turn, if you’re done being a comedian.”

“I’m never done,” she says with a sunny smile, but she bounces over to take Felix’s place in the chair and closes her eyes serenely so he can start on her makeup.

“And, God, do I know it,” he grumbles under his breath, knowing full well she can hear him, and so can everyone else in the room, too.

“Do you have pictures?” Felix hollers. He’s dipped into Arlo’s studio, and he’s making no secret of rifling through the desk in there, drawers slamming and paper rustling.

Arlo tips his head back so when he sighs, loud and dramatically long-suffering, he’s not blowing his breath right in Tina’s face. She appreciates the gesture. “Bottom right drawer,” he calls back, resignation thick in his voice. Given how long he’s been putting up with Tina—and Felix might just be Tina’s second platonic soulmate (Arlo, of course, being the first)—he already knows that keeping quiet is just prolonging the inevitable. Tina opens her eyes briefly to see Felix come sailing out of the studio with a thick leather-bound album held triumphantly over his head.

“Oh, I haven’t seen that in years!” she coos happily.

Arlo bops her on the forehead pointedly with a sponge covered in foundation, and she closes her eyes obediently.

She hears Arlo’s antique sofa creak as Felix plops down onto it, rifling through the plastic pages. “Aw,” he whines, “no baby pictures?”

“I can’t imagine him ever being a baby,” Mason snorts, and he sounds closer than he was before. Tina knows better than to open her eyes while Arlo’s in the zone, though. He’ll bop her with something less soft than a sponge next time. “I figured he’s just always been a giant.”

Felix laughs, high and chiming. “No wonder Agent Priestley’s always so sour, then,” he says. Tina giggles, and it becomes an inelegant snort when Arlo bops her again on the nose.

“Ask Rebecca if you want to see my baby pictures,” Arlo mutters blandly, and Tina can feel the weight of his attention. “I doubt she has many after age two, and the ones before I’ve barely seen.”

Tina’s not a super-special supernatural secret agent, but she tries with all her might to will someone to change the subject before things get weird. Now’s as good a time as any to learn telepathy.

Felix, heart of her heart, interrupts what’s shaping up to be a real prize winner of an awkward silence with a loud gasp. “Woah!” he exclaims, and pages crinkle as he presumably holds up the book for Arlo to see. “Who’s this? Did you do her makeup too?”

Arlo’s hair rustles as he turns his head away from her, and then the hand on her cheek freezes. Tension radiates through every inch of his body, practically leaching into hers. She cautiously opens one eye, and sees Arlo sitting up impeccably straight, stiff as a board and staring at Felix like a deer in the headlights. He swallows so hard she can see his throat move. “Um,” he says, stilted and strange. “Yeah. I did.”

Tina opens both eyes and squints at the photo album. Oh.

Felix looks at the sudden strain in the way Arlo is sitting, the tightness of his posture, and looks quizzically down at the picture again.

Tina remembers that performance. She remembers Arlo dancing (ha) around the subject when she asked him teasingly if he was going to be playing the prince, who was the lead, was he excited to kiss a pretty girl?

She can’t remember the character’s name, not so many years after the fact, especially since they were all weird classical nonsense, either Latin or French or some mishmash of the two. But she remembers the costume. She remembers waiting with bated breath to see Arlo onstage, to stand and scream and cheer obnoxiously loud in support of her best friend. She shot to her feet the second she saw his obvious silhouette rise from a feather-bedecked black chariot, head and shoulders taller than anyone else onstage. The music swelled, lightning flashed, and then when the spotlight hit him, she was so stunned she plopped right back into her seat with her jaw on the floor.

Arlo’s always been one of those guys that straddled the line between pretty and handsome. Long, lustrous hair and eyelashes she would kill for, cheekbones that could kill, a defined jaw, a proud nose, and intense eyes she could only call sultry—if she hadn’t known him since they were both weird, gawky brats, she’d probably be half in love with him before figuring out she wasn’t his cup of tea. But seeing him onstage was always an adventure. He threw himself into whatever character he played, put his everything into them, from the costume to the makeup to the performance. He just became the character, and in a way that was so very Arlo, all that intensity and focus channeled into an act that completely stole the show, in Tina’s humble and completely unbiased opinion.

Carabosse! That was her name!

Carabosse was no different.

Arlo’s makeup was flawless, ghost-white foundation giving him intense Morticia Addams vibes, contouring that made his cheekbones look absolutely unreal, bold black (or maybe really dark purple?) lipstick and shiny, smoky eyeshadow that made him look ethereal and wicked, with a daggerpoint cat-eye that she spent an hour begging him to teach her after the show. When he turned his head in a sharp, birdlike motion to look down his nose at the dancers playing the King and Queen, she gasped at the way his hair rippled down his back, shiny-black and woven with actual feathers that trailed back from the ornate metal circlet resting on his brow like a bird’s crest. The costume was breathtaking, too, a tightly corseted bodice and a high collar, a dramatically billowing skirt and trailing, feathered sleeves that flared like wings whenever he moved.

And the way he moved! Arlo’s dancing changed with every role, whatever he felt would suit the character. One of her favorites was always his Hans-Peter (she had a soft spot for that one, and had ever since she was little—one of the first Christmas gifts her stepmom had ever given her was little storybook version of The Nutcracker that came with a CD) because his dancing was so stiff and stridently mechanical, he looked like a real toy soldier come to life. But his villains moved with a slinking, predatory prowl she’d only ever seen in monster movies, and never in something like a ballet. His Carabosse was as beautiful as she was terrifying, and it was incredible to watch. She wanted to fling herself at him after the show and babble at him endlessly like she always did, but she spent a solid minute staring at him slack-jawed, until he shifted awkwardly and looked down, and the confident intimidation of the Wicked Fairy sloughed away to reveal Arlo underneath.

He almost melted into the floor with relief when she finally startled to babble.

She puts a hand on his shoulder and squeezes, and he takes a slow, deep breath, offering Felix a strained smile. “Take a closer look, mate,” he says quietly.

Felix does. He looks up and squints at Arlo, and then back down at the photo. Tina has to bite her lip so she doesn’t laugh when he looks over at Adam, still holding the magazine with that metal singer that kind of looks like Arlo on it, and then back at Arlo. His mouth drops open into a little o, and he shoots to his feet and shouts, “No way!”

Mason was allowed his name back briefly, but he goes right back to Broody One when he grimaces at Felix and slinks pettishly back to his corner.

Arlo’s shoulders are practically around his ears, but he tries to keep smiling. “Yeah. Sleeping Beauty. Fourth year. I was the Wicked Fairy.”

“He was amazing,” Tina declares, shoulders back and chin tipped up challengingly. “The costume was insane, but the way he played her was absolutely, ridiculously badass.”

“You look awesome!” Felix blurts, still gawking down at the photo. He flips to the next page, and squeaks happily when he finds more pictures, from different angles, showing off the costume, the way Arlo loomed over the other dancers, the way he commanded the stage. Tina should really find out who took the pictures and send them her thanks, because they really put in the work. “Your makeup, your dress, your hair! How’d you even do that?”

Arlo laughs, and it sounds so utterly relieved, Tina’s heart breaks a little. Arlo’s always been sensitive, and for someone who dresses and holds himself the way he does, he worries more than he lets on what people think of him. Especially people he cares about. She squeezes his shoulder again, and he bites his lip when he glances back at her and smiles hesitantly.

“A lot of wire, and enough hairspray to choke a bloody cow,” he says, twisting around and slinging his long legs over the coffee table so he can face the sofa. “I think we bought every bag of black feathers the craft store had, and then spent an entire weekend painting them with this stupidly expensive embossing powder. We had to get, like, ten pots of the stuff, because the craft store only had pots the size of a quarter.”

“I admire your dedication,” Nate says pleasantly, strolling over to peer over Arlo’s shoulder. They tighten just a bit before relaxing slowly. “That costuming is superb. I’ve seen professional productions that weren’t half so detailed.”

“That would be Viv’s work,” Arlo laughs, looking down at the pictures fondly. “She took whatever cheap garbage the department had for us, raided the nearest clearance fabric rack, and worked her magic. The employees at that little craft store loved and hated us in equal measure.”

Arlo is still tense, but he’s loosening up little by little, and with him Tina does too. The easy camaraderie is soothing, and she knows how much Arlo cares about his vampire friends, so it’s got to be a huge weight off his shoulders to be able to let his guard down around them. He deserves that. He deserves to be able to be himself.

Adam standing up draws Arlo’s attention like nothing else could, and he freezes like a startled rabbit again looking up at the burly blonde vampire as he approaches the sofa. He looks a split second from bolting. Tina sits up straighter and gives Adam her most daring look, squaring her shoulders to make it perfectly clear she's ready to fight the second he opens his mouth. She’ll definitely lose, sure, but she’ll make as much trouble as she can before she goes down.

He reaches out, his hand hesitating before it touches the album’s glossy page, and he looks up at Arlo with a questioning tilt to his brows. Arlo looks like he’s barely breathing, but he nods, and Adam slips one of the pictures from its sleeve. He straightens his spine, shoulders back, holding the photo and studying it carefully. His face is impossible to read, about as expressive as a bloody brick wall. Tina’s vibrating with nervous energy. She’ll fight a vampire, though. She will.

When Adam does finally speak, his voice comes out so softly Tina almost doesn’t hear it over the adrenaline rushing through her. “You look… striking.”

Striking. Oh my god.

She wants to laugh. They’re ridiculous.

“Thanks,” Arlo chokes out, his cheeks and ears going red this time.

Oh my god. Tina covers her mouth with both hands. Arlo glowers at her. It’s a lot less threatening when he’s blushing like that. “I didn’t say anything,” she mumbles against her palms.

“Your face,” he hisses, and she yelps.

“Oh! Shit!” She pulls her hands away, and he grabs her by the chin to check the damage with a click of his tongue.

Tina thought things would get better once Arlo actually kissed the man (and maybe got a leg over, but that’s only her business when she can finally get Arlo to actually talk about if the big, beefy Adonis is as missionary-with-the-lights-off as he looks) but at least they’re not just staring longingly at each other from across the room and then getting all sad about it anymore . Thankfully, Felix seems to be an old hand at clearing up the weird tension between the two of them, chiming in a delighted, “I’ve never seen you look so scary!” as he rifles through all the pictures from the Sleeping Beauty show. “I mean, you’re pretty scary when you go all furry, but also, you sort of just look like a big lanky puppy, because it’s just you, you know? This is someone else! Who is she! She's so cool!”

Arlo sighs and turns around to fix whatever Tina’s ruined with her foundation, and throws himself back into dolling her up. Thankfully, the actual festival’s not for a while yet. She complained about the unnecessarily early start when Arlo suggested the time, but now she’s glad he’s such a persnickety prick about scheduling. “I had a lot of fun with it,” he admits, shrugging his shoulders. “The original script notes said to get, y’know, sort of silly with it, but I wasn’t a big fan of that angle for a character like her. Yeah, I wanted to be campy, but not in the way…” He purses his lips. “Okay, well, Nate probably knows this, but a lot of classical ballets that have a female villains do this thing with them that I hate.” He frowns deeply, patting at Tina’s chin with gentle ferocity. “ An evil female character is supposed to be sort of… sort of a cautionary tale, I guess? Like your typical bitter spinster crone, the old hag, or the wicked stepsisters, things like that. So they’ll specifically cast a male dancer and put them in bright, gaudy facepaint and garish costumes that are supposed to be cartoonish and ugly, that you're supposed to find funny, to show you that this character is bad because she’s indelicate and mannish, and that’s why she’s evil.”

His mouth twists around the words, and he looks up, back at the vampires, leaving Tina a moment to really appreciate that Arlo’s comfortable enough with them to do what he’s only ever really done with her—which is ramble about something he’s passionate about. It’s always fun to watch. He turns back to her, and she just wishes his hands weren’t occupied, because he’s a big hand-talker otherwise. “I got the role because the professor thought it would be funny to stick me in a role like that, being so tall and, y’know,” he gestures vaguely to his faded old band tee and dark jeans, the thick leather cuff around his wrist. Tina doesn’t see what he really means, seeing as he looks cozy and content right now, but she gets what he’s going for. “He was expecting me to be awkward about it. The big, tough guy doing drag as the creepy crone caricature.” He huffs. “I talked with Demi about it, and we decided to say fuck that.” He sits up straighter, tilts up his chin, and looks down his nose at Tina.

She peers up at him, wide-eyed, and suddenly wonders if this is how Demi felt, playing Aurora when Carabosse looked down her nose at her like an insect under her heel.

“I thought Carabosse deserved better,” Arlo says fiercely. “If I was going to be a villain, I was going to be a damned good villain. I was going to tower over all the delicate, dainty little princesses and fairies, and I was going to be fierce. Professor Dacey wanted Aurora, and Candide, and Florine to be the epitome of sweet, delicate femininity, the ideal damsel in any classical show. Carabosse is supposed to be the complete opposite. You’re supposed to root against her, not want to be her. She’s a threat to the idea of womanhood, of the ideal feminine. She’s bold and selfish and she takes what she wants. I leaned into that. I even danced en pointe for parts of it, even though Carabosse isn't supposed to, and between the rehearsals and the actual performance, I thought my feet were gonna fall off, but it was worth it.”

Arlo smiles, and Tina is thrilled by the wickedness of it. She thinks she even sees just a hint of fang. Arlo’s been so careful about showing his teeth, ever since he told her what happened to him, why he disappeared for so long, so it's somehow special for him to feel like he can show her even a hint of what he’s become.

“Professor Dacey was pissed, afterwards, of course,” Arlo laughs, but there’s an edge to it. He seems to shrink. From Arlo to Carabosse to Arlo again. He looks down at his hands as they work on Tina more than at her face. “He didn’t, y’know, say anything he could have gotten fired over, but he did rail about being left out of planning and the budget and all that rot. Got even madder when Demi pointed out we’d spent our own money on the costumes. I think if he was tall enough to look down on me, he would have.” He snorts, a bitter curl to his mouth. Tina thinks of it painted bold, dark purple, thinks of how it would look with those teeth behind it. She wonders if he’d let her do his makeup for the festival. She’s not nearly as good at details as he is, but she’s no slouch either.

“You should have let me put raw fish in his hubcaps,” Tina mutters, just to make Arlo laugh. It works, and she beams at him.

“Would have been a waste of fish,” he mumbles, sucking his teeth. He finally picks up a bright eyeshadow palette and starts waffling over colors. He’s quiet while he deliberates, but after a while, he sighs. “I liked being Carabosse,” he says, like it’s a secret. Like he’s trying very hard not to be ashamed.

“I wish I could have seen it,” Adam says, almost dreamily. Tina could scream. “I— We could have, I mean. All of us. In solidarity.”

“Smooth,” Felix whispers.

“I’m sure it was a phenomenal performance,” Nate adds helpfully. He’s taken the album from Felix to flip through to some of Arlo’s other shows. “The passion you have for your characters shines through in just photos. It’s quite impressive.”

“You should have gone pro,” Tina mutters. “You’d be a household name by now.”

Arlo snorts and bops her with the brush. How many bops is that now? She’s certainly on a roll today. “And who’d keep you in line back here?” he teases.

Tina squints up at him and sticks out her tongue. “Like you’ve ever even tried to keep me in line, you big softie. You love the chaos, just admit it.”

“I’ll admit you to the hospital when you do something stupid and get yourself hurt again, how about that?”

They bicker like children back and forth while Arlo finishes her makeup, a wash of pink, purple, and blue eyeshadow and matching lipstick, overlaid with a lustrous sparkle to her cheekbones and a cute little black heart-shaped beauty mark under one eye. Felix gets a bi flag heart to match her eyeshadow around one eye, and then the rest is a sort of confetti splash of sparkly stars and hearts in every color. Even Nate goes for the bi eyeshadow (Bi-shadow? She should have been saying that this whole time!), making him, Tina, and Felix a matching set, and Mason consents to a very simple pan flag on his cheek. Tina suspects Adam only allows the eyeshadow treatment so he can have Arlo cup his face all tenderly, but she keeps the thought (mostly) to herself. He looks good in pastels, she thinks when she sees the finished blue, pink, and white.

Arlo draws a little heart under his eye too. The heart in Tina's chest almost explodes with warmth.

And then Arlo disappears into the bathroom, leaving the rest of them to entertain themselves while he gets ready on his own. They go through the album some more, and Tina tells them all about her favorite shows, because she went to every single one she could manage, and got Arlo’s school friends to send her videos of the ones she couldn’t. Tina Poname is Arlo Priestley’s number one fan, and that will never change. Not even now that she's got some competition.

When Arlo comes out of the bathroom, they all look up in sync, and he stands there, shifting anxiously from foot to foot under the attention, and lifts his hands in a stilted shrug. “So?” he asks, smiling nervously. He’s changed clothes, too. Tight pants, big boots, a mesh-sleeved black shirt underneath his patch-and-pin-covered denim vest. His wrists jingle with chunky bracelets, and his hair is braided neatly over one shoulder. But his makeup is what really steals the show. That insanely sharp cat-eye, of course, but one eye is done up in blue, pink, and white, and the other in yellow, white, purple, and black. He smiles timidly. “I, uh, I couldn’t really decide on just one,” he says, sticking his gloved hands into the pockets of his vest. “I’m, um, I’m not sure which one’s really right for me yet, I guess?” He shrugs again, and Tina watches delightedly as Adam stands up slowly, his eyes on Arlo with such an awed intensity she wonders if he even remembers there’s other people in the room. Arlo keeps babbling as he approaches, the words tumbling nervously from his black-painted lips. “I sort of like matching with you, Adam, and I know they’re both fine, but I—”

Adam grabs him by the lapels of his jacket, yanks him down to his level, and silences him with a kiss. Tina throws her arms up in the air with an impulsive shriek of “WOO!” that Felix echoes even louder. They high-five over Mason’s head, and he looks like he wants to throw them both out the window. Nate sits by with a pleasant little smile, which only fades when he takes note of the clock.

Adam and Arlo are still kissing, Arlo’s hands cupped around the vampire’s cheeks and Adam clinging to his vest like he'll drown if he lets go. Tina thinks she might see a hint of tongue when Nate loudly clears his throat.

They break apart with an indecent smacking noise, and Tina yelps out a sharp laugh when she sees Arlo’s black lipstick smeared all around Adam’s mouth.

Nate crosses his arms and smiles dryly at them. “Why don’t you two go fix your faces,” he suggests. “The rest of us will make sure the car is packed for the festival.”

“Um, yes. You— We—” Arlo fumbles for a bit, touching his smeared lips, his eyes just a bit dazed. He and Adam look at each other, and then flee for the bathroom together.

Tina’s never been more excited for a festival in her life.

#the wayhaven chronicles #wayhavensummer #pride in wayhaven #tina poname #adam du mortain #a du mortain #felix hauville #f hauville #specialist agent mason #specialist agent m #nate sewell #n sewell #oc: arlo priestley #pidge writes #HELLO I AM FINISHING THIS AT 3:30 AM #I HAVE MY FIRST DAY OF MY NEW JOB TOMORROW #WISH ME LUCK #this turned out WAY longer than i meant it to but god was it fun #i hope you guys like it as much as i liked writing it #arlo playin w gender expression via ballet is my everything #the costume designs for carabosse can be SO GOOD #but some of them are SO BAD #ballet is like that #its very uuuuh traditional wrt its aesthetics and gender roles #and arlo and his friends were all like 'but what if not'#anyway title is v last minute bc *shrug*#tina gets to be the lilac fairy #i did so much reserach into this ballet y'all #the only thing i didnt do was watch the whole thing #tho i DID find it on yt so i could later....

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Children of the Gods: Part Three, Chapter One.

AT LONG LAST, THE PLOT FICS ARE BACK, BAY-BEE!!! AND B O Y ARE WE KICKING OFF WITH A DOOZY!!!

As you can see by the title: this is chapter one of three for this fic; I had to chop it up due to length.

Also, this fic as a whole makes for my 100th part of the CHC! I feel like I should do something to celebrate. Let me know if y’all have any suggestions.

Summary: It's been months since anyone's seen or heard of Allison Ricci. At last, you think the storm might be over.

And then Karen Page gets kidnapped again.

Pairing(s): Piotr Rasputin x Reader, Nathan Summers x Wade Wilson, and Frank Castle x Karen Page.

Rating: M for kidnapping, attempted murder, attempted suicide, canon-typical violence, gun violence, and depictions of injury. Like I said, we’re kicking off with a doozy.

Word Count: 4.9k.

Set after “Children of the Gods: Part Two.”

Taglist: @marvel-is-perfection, @chromecutie, @super-darkcloudstudent, @girl-obsessed-with-things, @leo-writer, @emma-frxst, @sadstone-s

There’s no mention or sighting of Allison for nearly six months. Every trail you had for her before goes stone cold. The apartment is cleared out and abandoned. She doesn’t show up in the fighting rings, and even Karen and Frank don’t report anyone following them.

You start to wonder if she died for good this time. That maybe she revived and got herself and her mentor out, but didn’t survive after that.

(You wonder who’ll bury her body, if she’ll be lain to rest next to her family or in a random patch of ground somewhere.)

The storm seems to be over.

And then Karen gets kidnapped again.

***

Wade and Nathan are the ones that technically call it in –by showing up on your doorstep with Frank in tow.

“Allison’s back,” Nate says when your eyes bug out of your head. “Figured Xavier would want to have his people try and round her up, rather than there being an issue with mutant control.”

You blink rapidly, then nod. “Uh… yeah. Let me call Piotr.”

***

The perks of being on a technically-special-law-enforcement team with fancy jets: you can get to the scene a hell of a lot faster than conventional authorities.

You, Wade, Nathan, Frank, and Piotr meet up with Illyana, Mikhail (the two Rasputin siblings are there to “assist” with Allison’s specific powers, considering how things went last time), and Neena in the mall parking lot. After a brief rundown of the plan –get the civilians and Karen out of harm’s way, then detain Allison before the actual cops show up—you all split up and head in through the four major entry points.

The mall is packed when you walk in –go figure, it’s a weekend. Shoppers stroll from shop to shop, vendors at the pop up stands call out to passersby, music plays on the overhead speakers.

“The picture the kid sent me had a pretzel stand in the background,” Frank growls through the speaker in your earpiece.

“Food court, then,” Neena replies –in perfect, crystal clear audio, no less. “The kiosk map doesn’t show too many food stands outside there.”

Illyana tugs on your sleeve and directs you to the left. “We are close.”

You dodge to avoid a cluster of shoppers. “There’s a lot of people here. If she –if she has… weapons, like last time—”

“We’ll deal with it,” Nathan growls over the comms system before softly reprimanding Wade for trying to detour into Hot Topic. “Our goal right now is to capture Allison before she escapes again.”

“Civilian lives still matter,” Piotr insists before putting a hand on the small of your back to usher you around a “Wet Floor: Caution” sign. He’s armored down, but he’s wearing his X-Men suit under a black sweatshirt. “We must consider their well-being.”

“And if we tell them they’re in danger, we’ll make a panicked stampede, and that won’t help us or anyone else,” Nate says tersely. “Just stay calm. Our best bet is to try and talk Allison down without alerting anyone around us.”

“If she tries to hurt Karen—" Frank grits out.

“We’ll cross that bridge if and when we get there,” Nathan declares, tone permitting no room for argument.

The lot of you round another corner, passing by a shop that boasts having “all the latest console games at all the best prices” and a Victoria’s Secret—

“I see her,” Neena says. You hear thuds her footsteps pick up, and a second later you see her jog around a Starbucks stand and head down the hall to the food court. “Twelve o’clock, dead center of the court.”

Twenty meters away, sitting at a little food court table, are Allison and Karen; the former is dressed in all black, leaning back in her seat while staring down the latter –who, all things considered, doesn’t seem too much worse for wear.

Frank inhales sharply, then appears through the crowd a few minutes later, walking so fast he’s practically running. “Too many people here.”

“We’ll talk her down,” Nathan says, rounding the corner nearest the Macy’s with Wade.

Illyana tenses, then grabs your arm before breaking into a run. “We need to move. She has seen Castle.”

Sure enough, Allison’s scowling. She shoves her chair back hard enough to knock it into the table behind her; she stands, ignoring the complaints from the nearby diners. Her eyes start glowing blue as she glares at Frank.

“Ah, shitfarts,” Wade grumbles.

“Everyone down!” Nathan bellows before yanking Frank back and erecting a telekinetic shield.

A massive shockwave of blue energy erupts across the food court, sending shoppers and tables alike flying into the air. The glass, domed skylight over the food court shatters, raining shards of windows and broken lights down on the panicked, shrieking bystanders.

Illyana erects a shield before the shockwave can hit the rest of you. She grits her teeth as debris and a few of the shoppers closest to the epicenter bounce off it, tumbling along the tiled floor. “Still think we will ‘talk her down?’”

No, you think, gulping when you realize that some of the blast victims aren’t getting up. I think we’re well past that.

“Karen!” Frank charges towards Allison, shotgun –loaded with bean bag rounds—in hand. “Get down!”

Karen dives behind a toppled table.

Illyana charges at Allison, clothes shimmering as they morph into black body armor. She leaps over an overturned table, then extends her hand and fires a blue bolt of magical energy at the younger girl.

Allison ducks. She stumbles briefly, but quickly rights herself. She grits her teeth, then screams as she unleashes a volley of azure-colored energy blasts at Illyana.

“Go! Get out!” Piotr waves a few stragglers –with their phones out to film the ruckus, go figure—away. He ducks another round of fire from Allison, then armors up and strides towards her. “That is enough—”

Allison whips her head to the side, then back at Illyana. She quickly fires a blast at Illyana –successfully knocking the older girl off her feet, then turns and unleashes a beam of blue energy square into your husband’s chest.

Piotr sails into the food court’s Subway stand with a groan and a resounding clang.

You cram down the urge to run after your husband –he’ll be fine, he’s taken a lot worse before—and focus on the fight at hand.

Nate, Wade, and Frank are pinned down; they’re using some trash can stands as cover, but Allison’s got enough firepower to keep them from risking getting any closer.

Piotr and Illyana are both down for the time being; your husband’s tangled up with the condiments trays, while the youngest Rasputin’s on the floor, groaning.

Neena’s working the perimeter, getting shoppers out while setting up to flank Allison from behind.

And Mikhail’s… disappeared—

No, there he is, you think when you see him blink into existence. You let out a short sigh of relief when you see him take Karen’s hand and teleport to a safer distance, then do a short run before launching yourself in the air. Alright, let’s get the boys some cover.

Allison’s head jerks back as she follows your trajectory. Her eyes glow, bits of blue smoke wafting off at the corners, and then she fires another bolt of energy at you from her eyes.

You flit out of the line of fire, then fling an arc of wind at her.

Allison topples onto the tile floor. She yelps, then disappears into the ground to avoid being ensnared in one of Illyana’s spells. She pops back up a few feet away moments later—

Just in time to see Wade duck behind an overturned table.

Your brother snarls, cursing and panicking when Allison renders the table to a pile of ash with a flick of her wrist. “Something tells me that murder baby’s leveled up!”

“Gee!” You holler back. “What was your first hint!”

“Go!” Nathan hollers when Allison uses a bolt of magical energy strong enough to rip through several store fronts. He waves Karen and Frank off. “Get out of here! We’ve got this!”

Allison whirls. She bares her teeth when she sees Frank and Karen escaping, then slaps her palm against the food court floor.

Brilliant, bright streaks of azure energy zip along the floor, twinkling against the tiles before disappearing a few feet ahead of Karen and Frank.

The floor –from edge to edge of the hall, leaving no area untouched—crumple into ash, leaving a pit more than twenty feet deep. The ground between the doors behind Allison and the girl in question evaporate as well, along with the spaces in front of the emergency exits.

“Just when I left my rock climbing gear at home,” Wade grumbles, sounding somewhat winded.

Allison charges towards Karen and Frank, rendering tables, chairs, and random debris to ash as she runs to get a straight shot. She knocks Wade off his feet with via chucking a bolt of energy at him, forces you to duck behind a Pizza Hut counter with another one—

And then runs smack into Mikhail when he teleports right in front of her.

Mikhail wraps his arms around her, then leans back so he clears her feet off the ground. He stumbles a little while Allison rages and snarls. “Got her!”

Allison swears –then twists and drives her heel into Mikhail’s crotch.

Mikhail drops. He curls in on himself, groaning. “Kroshechnyy kon'… O Bozhe, moi yaytsa.”

Allison tumbles to the ground. She dodges more wind strikes from you, then lets out a feral snarl as she charges towards Frank and Karen.

Frank yanks Karen behind him, then shouts as he barrels towards Allison.

He has no game plan. You can see it in his eyes.

You vault yourself over the Subway counter, intent on tackling Allison, or knocking her over with a wind slice, or –something.

Before you can do anything, a blue circle forms around Allison, glowing brightly before expanding into a domed shield.

Allison skitters to a stop. Her dark curls jerk and bounce as she looks around wildly. She seethes, then launches a blast of energy at the shield, only for it to bounce off the veil of energy harmlessly.

A few feet away, Illyana lowers her hand. She smirks. “There. Much better.”

“Will –will that hold her?” Karen asks, voice rough and shaky.

“Until we can find way to transport, da.” Illyana reaches up her sleeve, then pulls out a spell book. “I have potent sleep spell. Will take but moment to find proper runes for casting.”

Behind you, Piotr groans as he finally disentangles his head from a –now very crushed—oven. He staggers, shakes himself, then turns and sags with relief when he sees Allison in the shield bubble. “Oh. Good.”

“Are you okay?” You jog over to him as he armors down and all but collapses into a nearby booth. “Babe? What’s wrong?”

“Ears are ringing.” He groans and clutches his head in his hands. “I hit my head very hard.”

You rub his shoulders, reassuring yourself as much as you are him. You can only imagine where else he’s hurt if Allison managed to concuss him while in defense mode. All you want now is to get back to Xavier’s so your husband can get the medical treatment he needs. “Don’t worry. Everything’s going to be—”

The ground shakes.

You steady yourself on the booth opposite Piotr –then suck a breath between your teeth when it happens again, harder than before. “Shit.” You whip your gaze back to Illyana. “What’s—”

You see Illyana, teeth gritted and eyes glowing blue as she holds both her hands towards the shield.

You see Nathan, Neena, and everyone else slowly backing away from the dome of energy.

And, inside the containment bubble, you see Allison, flinging attack after attack at the walls of the shield.

Your eyes widen when you watch Allison unleash a sustained burst of energy at the shield walls. Fuck.

Glowing, white cracks form along the shield.

Oh holy fuck.

“Get down!” Neena screams.

Piotr all but tackles you –despite his head injury—to the floor just as the shield gives way. He armors back up, then covers your body with his.

Magic energy explodes through the food court, flinging the remaining tables and chairs into the walls. All the windows –in the skylights, the automatic doors, and the nearby shops—blow out, spraying glass everywhere. The ground shakes, cracking and dissipating into clouds of ash in various places.

Allison crawls out of the crater left by her explosion. She pants, shoulders heaving with each breath. Her mouth tugs into a fierce scowl; her eyes glow so brightly that they’re almost white.

Cracks form on the ground next to her, glowing white and smoking. They widen into gaping holes, with vortexes of energy swirling inside them.

And then these… beasts crawl out of them. Snarling, slobbering monsters with fangs the size of your arm. Their claws shatter the tiles underneath their massive paws. Their eyes glow red, not unlike hellfire. They almost look like wolves, if wolves had crossbred with the Hulk and had ichor and tar dripping off their skin.

Your jaw drops. “What the…”

Mikhail lets out a whoop. “Puppies!”

“Do puppies normally look like they want to turn humans into sausages?” Wade yelps, skittering out of reach when one of the hellhounds lets out a howl that sends a plume of fire into the air.

Illyana swears up a storm. She flicks her wrist, summoning the Soul Sword to her hand.

Before she can do anything else, though, one of the hellhounds charges her, knocking her off her feet and into one of the nearby shops.

“Snezhinka!” Piotr shoves himself to the feet, armors up, and barrels off after his sister –with Mikhail hot on his heels.

The other hellhound stalks towards Neena, Wade, and Nathan. It growls, acid dripping from its teeth and onto the ground, corroding whatever it touches.

“Should’ve worn the brown pants,” Wade groans. “Okay –anyone got a plan?”

“Duck!” Neena shouts when the hound unleashes another fiery howl.

You don’t duck –or run, or attack, or anything useful. No, you freeze, torn between going after your husband and siblings-in-law, helping protect Wade, Neena, and Nate, or trying to get Karen and Frank away from Allison.

Speaking of which…

Allison is lobbing bolts of energy at Frank and Karen; she’s closing in on them fast, quickly cornering them against the crater she’d made between the food court and the rest of the wall.

Frank whisks Karen behind his back. “Hey, hey, hey!” He extends a hand towards Allison in some sort of desperate attempt to get her to stop. “Just calm the fuck down!”

“Go to hell!” She rears back for another attack –and there’s no cover, nothing for Frank or Karen to hide behind or grab onto—

The choice makes itself for you.

You jump over the booth Piotr had pulled both of you behind and whip a wall of wind at her.

The blast launches her off her feet. She shrieks, sailing behind a pile of rubble before disappearing from view.

“Come on!” You leap over to Karen and Frank. The sounds of the hellhounds are too close for comfort –and, judging by Wade’s shrieks, the general amounts of swearing, and Piotr’s groans of exertion, the beasts are winning. “Let’s get out of here.” You get an arm around Karen, then start to put one around Frank, intent on lifting them over the crater and flying them out of here—

There’s a scream, and then a thin, whip-like strand of blue energy wraps around Frank’s neck.

His eyes go comically wide as he flies backwards. He lets out a choked shout, then groans –guttural and rough—when he hits the ground.

Allison stalks towards him. Her teeth are bared, and she looks entirely done with the situation. …And then she pulls a knife out of her jacket pocket.

You level another blast of air in Allison’s direction.

She manages to deflect it with a shield, then fires a volley of energy bolts at you and Karen.

Karen dodges.

You don’t.

You careen into the crater, narrowly dodging exposed bits of steel bar reinforcement and some leaking water lines before hitting rock hard dirt. You grunt, wind going out of you as you crumple against the ground. Fuck.

The hellhounds are still snarling nearby. You can still hear their ghoulish howls, accompanied by the crackling roar of the fire they unleash with each snap. Above the hellish din, Wade’s swearing and shrieking about his ass, Nate’s firing his future gun, Illyana and Mikhail are arguing—

Dammit. You shove yourself to your feet, panting and swearing the entire time. Once you’re upright, you launch yourself to the mall floor—

Which is when a new sound makes itself known to you.

Frank is screaming. That in and of itself isn’t unusual –he does it quite often—but now he’s doing it on his back, hands wrapped around Allison’s forearms, trying to keep her from sinking her knife blade into his right eye.

You’d think it wouldn’t be much of a fight –but she’s winning. She’s using her powers for leverage against Frank’s strength. You wouldn’t think a teenager with arms like noodles would have a shot, but Frank’s arms are shaking as Allison slowly, inexorably, pushes the knife towards his head.

Frank shouts –and Allison shrieks right back at him; she sounds like a pissed off barn owl.

You stumble forward, wincing and collapsing to your knees when your left leg screams in protest. Shit.

Allison bares her teeth at Frank –and then she freezes. Her body goes stiff. Her eyes roll into the back of her head –and then she collapses against the ground, limp as a ragdoll.

Karen Page stands behind her, stun gun in hand. She lets out a hard breath when Allison drops against the ruined tile floor, then turns the stun gun off and reaches to help Frank up. “You okay?”

He grunts by way of response.

Allison starts squirming against the ground, trying to push herself upright.

She yanks the barbs and wires connecting her to Karen’s stun gun out of her shoulder, seething and snarling all the while. She staggers to her feet, lurching wildly as she tries to regain control over her body. She whirls, dark curls flinging back and forth with abandon.

Frank snaps into action. He immediately throws Karen behind him, forcing her back and away as Allison storms towards them. He holds one hand out, keeping some space between him and the teen. His gaze snaps back and forth, searching wildly for some sort of obstacle to put in her path or some sort of cover to duck behind—

There’s a dull thud, and then Allison lets out a choked shout as she tumbles to the ground.

Behind her, standing in the wreckage of one of the shops, Neena lowers the repression cuff gun your dad created to help capture rogue mutants.

You bend over, panting as you brace your hands against your knees. “Cool. Awesome. Holy shit.”

The snarling of the hellhounds disappears, too; the only sign they were there to begin with are the mounds of ash they leave behind.

Slowly, your dad, Wade, and the Rasputin siblings come staggering out of the surrounding shops.

You sidle up next to Piotr, who’s already armoring down and looks beat to hell. You nod at him when he nods to you, then focus on the scene at hand.

Allison crouches on the floor. She snarls, yanking at the repression cuff on her wrist.

“Okay –ow, fuck!” Wade cringes as he resets his dislocated arm, then limps towards Allison. “Alright, murder baby. I’ve been chewed on, used as a tug toy, had a shop light fall on my nuts, and I’m pretty sure my third cervical vertebra is never going to feel whole again. Your whole ‘vengeance blood lust’ was pretty cute, but I draw the line at spinal reconfiguration. Time for you to head over to Xavier’s Home for Extraordinary Children and do group fucking therapy like the rest of the X-Dweebs.”

Allison bares her teeth at him, then kicks him square in the crotch.

Wade shrieks, doubling over and dropping to the floor. He curls into a fetal position, whimpering over his “dangly unmentionables.”

“Enough, Allison,” Nathan grits out. He uses his telekinesis to drag her across the floor, steadily sliding her towards him. “It’s done. Let it go.”

“Eat –eat shit!” Allison scrabbles against the floor, searching for a handhold –then snags a loose gun (most likely dropped by Mikhail at some point) and fires at Nathan. She struggles to her feet when he ducks –breaking the telekinetic hold—then whirls and aims at Frank.

“No!” Karen flings herself in front of Frank –which results in a lot of protesting from him—and holds out a hand. “Allison, no! Killing him isn’t what you want!”

“Like hell it is!”

“No, it isn’t. He’ll be dead and you’ll be in jail, and you’ll still have all your anger with no outlet for it,” Karen insists, voice ragged. She fixes Allison with a hard stare. “Let it go, Allison. Killing him won’t change anything.”

Allison sneers. “Fuck you. Like this is about ‘change!’ My family’s never coming back, and I have to live with that every single day. I have to remember waking up to them being gone, to their brains on the walls, to his—” she whips the gun wildly to point at Frank “—stupid graffiti tag on the floor. No, fuck you! I’m the one who has to go through the nightmares and the loneliness and the grief and has to bury my family! I don’t care that this won’t change anything. I’ll feel good for five seconds, and that’s better than the past few months have been!”

Your stomach clenches. Shit.

Frank gulps. Eyes shining, he steps out in front of Karen –even though she tries to stop him—and puts himself right in Allison’s line of sight. “You want me dead? Do it.”

“Frank,” Nathan says, voice sharp with warning.

“Pull the trigger,” Frank says, stepping closer as Allison’s hands shake. “Take me out. I killed your family. I did the same thing to you that happened to me. I’m a hypocrite; I deserve it.”

Allison seethes, body trembling as Frank slowly approaches her. “I will! I’ll do it!”

“Pull the trigger,” Frank says, voice soft and thick with emotion. “Do it, kid. Take me down if you want it so bad.”

Wade pushes himself off the ground. “Castle, I swear to God—”

Allison growls –and lowers her gun. She sobs, shoulders slumping. She falls to her knees, body shaking with each gasping breath she takes. “You couldn’t just… kill me? Do me the favor of not having to live without them?”

Frank flinches, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows reflexively. “I don’t do shit like that, kid.”

Allison looks up at him –and her gaze sharpens. She smiles, sharp and manic. “Oh. So that’s what it takes to break you.”

And then she put the muzzle of the gun under her chin.

“No!” You fling yourself at Allison, colliding with her before she can pull the trigger. You tackle her to the ground, wrenching the gun out of her hands before hugging her tight against your chest. “No, sweetheart. No. No, no, no—”

Allison shrieks. Tears stream down her face once more. “Just let me die! Please! Why won’t any of you just let me die!”

You shush her gently, rocking her back and forth. You cast your gaze over your shoulder, looking to Piotr.

He’s scrubbing at his face with his hand. He meets your gaze, eyes widening before he shrugs, as though to say, “I don’t know how to handle this, either.”

“Okay.” Nathan crosses the distance to you and Allison. He crouches behind her, cuffing her hands behind her back before helping her and you stand. “Alright, kiddo. Let’s… let’s get you some rest. Okay?”

“I –I need Ar-Artemis,” Allison sobs. Her body heaves with each step she takes. “I need Artemis, I need her—”

“Okay, munchkin,” Wade says as he walks Allison in the direction of the jet. “We’ll get her called for you. Do you have her number? Anyone else you want us to call?”

“My law-lawyer.”

“That checks out.”

You hang back, letting Wade take over. You feel fried; pain aside, your mind is utterly void, a swirling mass of black and gibberish and too much and screaming and—

Neena hooks her arm around yours. She smiles at you when you look up at her, then gently ushers you after Wade and the others. “Come on. Let’s get back to the mansion.”

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“I’m gonna fucking murder you, Castle!”

You wince as another angry shriek bounces off the walls of the jet’s cabin. You’re sitting on one of the benches, injured leg propped up on your husband’s lap.

Allison snaps and rages as Mikhail, Neena, and Wade try to buckle her in; somewhere during the walk to the jet, she’d switched from broken weeping to insurmountable rage once more.

Next to you, Frank keeps his eyes trained on the ground. He’s got an arm around Karen, who’s watching Allison in cautious silence.

“You’re fucking dead! I will hang you up by your fucking intestines! I’ll put your fucking sniper scope up your ass, you emo wannabe piece of shit!”

Wade snickers. “‘Emo wannabe piece of shit.’ Good one.”

Now that you’re up close to her, you can see just… how not well she’s doing. Dark bags hang under her eyes, stark against her pallid skin. Her cheeks and neck are gaunt –and, under her dark clothes and slapdash body armor, you suspect the rest of her body tells a similar story of grief and an inability to cope.

Who could cope, with everything she’s been through? The only person in this jet who has a similar understanding is the one that put her family in the ground –and he did that to cope with losing his own family and being shot in the head, so that pretty much says how well he’s doing, technically speaking.

Piotr squeezes you gently when you sigh. “We are almost home.”

Not close enough, you think as Allison all but foams at the mouth while she hurls insult after insult at Frank.

Wade rears back, shaking his hand. “Not the middle one! I need that one! Motherfucker!”

Allison spits his finger out of her mouth. She plants her feet, then tries to launch herself at Frank again.

“Enough!” You stand, careful to keep your weight off your bad leg. “You’re in a jet and you don’t have use of your hands. Either let yourself be buckled in or we’re sedating you!”

“This is bullshit,” Allison growls, even as she lets Neena and Mikhail sit her down and strap her in. Her eyes never leave Frank. “He’s the one who killed my family, and I’m the one in handcuffs.”

You march over to Allison as best you can. You’re not sure what your face looks like right now, but given the way she shrinks back you’re certain you look pissed. You plant your hands on the wall behind her, one on either side of her head, then lean in until you’re almost nose to nose with her. “You’re handcuffed,” you spit out between gritted teeth, “because you tried to kill yourself in that mall. The restraints are for your own safety; they have nothing to do with Frank.”

“But he—”

“Isn’t in our jurisdiction,” you tell her, voice hard. “We picked you up because you’re a mutant engaging in criminal activity. It was either us or the DMC, and if it’d been them, you’d be in the Icebox or dead. Frank only came because you kidnapped his girlfriend –and, frankly, it’s reasonable that he’d want to come along to save her.”

The dark-eyed teen pouts up at you. “But –my family—”

“Is gone,” you finish, voice softer now. You lean back a little so you’re not so in her space. “And I’m sorry you lost them, Allison. I really am. What Frank did was wrong. But you can’t keep on this path. You’re endangering yourself, and you’re endangering the rest of the community by reinforcing the belief that mutants are dangerous through your actions.” You straighten up. “If you don’t calm down, we’re going to have to lock you in one of the changing rooms until we’re at the mansion. Do you want that?”

She glowers, but shakes her head.

“Neither do I—”

“We can go into one of the changing rooms.” Karen stands, and Frank stands with her. She flashes you a sympathetic, appreciative smile when you look at her. “We’ll be fine in there.”

You heave an internal sigh of relief when Neena ushers Frank and Karen into one of the changing rooms, then slides the door shut.

Allison glares after Frank. She sniffs, chin trembling. “He killed my family. I woke up and –and they were gone.”

“I know, sweetheart.” You smooth her hair away from her face as she starts crying again. “I know.

“I want Artemis,” she sobs, skinny shoulders shaking with each breath she takes. “My phone –on my phone—”

“We’ll make sure we call her for you,” you reassure her as you stroke her hair. You grimace as she collapses –as much as the seatbelt lets her—against you, weeping against your neck. You hold her as best you can, trying to ignore the twinges in your leg or the creeping sense of ‘we’re in over our fucking heads… again’ crawling up your spine. “I know, sweetheart. I know.”

#sass writes #piotr rasputin x reader #nathan summers x wade wilson #frank castle x karen page #tw: violence #tw: gun violence #tw: attempted murder #tw: suicide attempt #this one's p heavy #but at long last we're back to PLOT #and not just smut fillers #deadpool fanfiction #x men fanfiction

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21burritoseavey · 3 years

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Chapter 6 - Slow Down

a/n: this one’s quite long so i’m sorry but I really hope you read it all and enjoy it! let me know what you think:)

Summary: Daniel and Y/n are best friends, but like every clique love story lol, Daniel fell for Y/n, though he’s never admitted his feelings because Y/n has a boyfriend. After their exams, the group of friends decide to go on a “California-cation” (see what I did there haha) but Y/n’s boyfriend also tags along. It gets a little interesting and I guess you’ll just have to see how things go…

“What’s wrong?” Corbyn urged seriously from his seat. The back of the van had finally fallen silent due to Jonah’s sudden stop and almost everyone's gazes were fixated on the driver’s seat.

“This van’s a twenty-year-old piece of crap is what’s wrong” Jonah huffed, slouching down in his seat tiredly

“Ugh, why does everything go wrong when I’m with you guys?” Y/n groaned, habitually fidgeting with the strings of her hoodie.

“Hey!” The rest of the boys snapped, glaring at her. She only giggled lightly.

Daniel, who slumped drowsily in his seat with his cheek leaning on his palm, muttered “Hey, okay, don’t worry. We’ll figure this out.” He sat up, straightening his back before continuing, “come on guys.” Daniel said, getting out of the car while gesturing to the others to do so too.

“I’m too tired to get out” Y/n remarked light-heartedly. She lounged back in her seat, brought her arms up to rest behind her head and her eyes focused on Grayson beside her, who sat quietly doing who knows what on his phone again.

“Grayson…” She breathed, lifting her soft hand to rest under his chin. Grayson glanced at her swiftly. “Go help him out.” She said tenderly, a gentle smile forming on her lips.

Before Grayson could even speak a word, Y/n’s other hand crawled slyly up his back to his neck, and she pushed her lips on his. His strong figure melted easily against her comforting touch, but she pulled back almost immediately when she heard Jonah.

“Ewww. I don’t need to see that” Jonah called as he was getting out of the front seat, biting back a cheeky smile.

“Love you.” Y/n said sweetly as she shifted back into her seat and watched him close the car door.

Grayson hid his eye roll and replied with a quiet ‘love you’ before approaching the rest of the boys. Their slightly clueless faces twisted in confusion had Grayson biting back a smirk and he slowly wiggled his way into the huddle of boys to get a better look. With a furrowed brow and pursued lips, he inspected the exposed hood of the car almost silently, and after a couple awkward minutes of the guys whispering their own conclusions to each other, Grayson broke the silence. “We should just push the car.” He deduced simply, pushing the hood back down and dusting his hands free of grease and grime. The boys nodded casually as if they thought the same and followed him to the back of the car.

“I could’ve figured that out easily” Jack scoffed quietly to Daniel, earning a gentle chuckle from the boy beside him. Jonah got back into the driver’s seat again, looking back to meet Y/n’s eyes.

“Your boyfriend really seems to know a bit about cars.” He said truthfully as he looked back at Y/n, signalling to Grayson behind the car. Y/n smiled proudly, sneaking a glance at her boyfriend before turning back to Jonah.

“Yeah, he does.” Y/n paused with a grin, “I’m glad he’s here, you know? Like...with all of you guys so you can get to know him better. He’s such a great guy and-” Y/n caught herself beginning to ramble and she quieted down bashfully. “He’s great.” She finished simply.

Jonah chucked faintly. “I’m sure of it.” He said, despite remembering the negative conversations he had with Daniel about Grayson.

“Okay Jonah,” Grayson called from behind the car. “What you’re going to do now is turn the ignition on, hold down on the pedal and put the van into second gear.” After a few seconds, Jonah nodded when he was ready.

“Stupid bugs!” Daniel groaned, wiggling his arms haphazardly to swat them away. Y/n giggled cheekily, shifting in her seat to look over at the five boys ready to push the car - completely sheltered from the bugs that had been bothering Daniel so much. Until that point, she was completely unaware that he had taken off his shirt and she felt her cheeks warming up at the sight of his glistening, toned body. She guiltily snapped out of her trance and looked forward again.

After a few attempts and a few funny complaints from the boys, the rusty old van was able to work again, hopefully for the remaining duration of their drive and the group were back on the road.

Corbyn had opened the sunroof which sent a cool breeze blowing in the car and music played from the crackling speakers quietly. It was significantly quieter though, everyone was either on the verge of sleep or busying themselves with their phones. Daniel kept his blue eyes out the window, feeling the gentle rise and fall of the van as his brain explored thoughts of Y/n and Grayson.

Maybe he’s not so bad after all? He thought.

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The cool summer night was reaching eight o’clock when the weary van finally came to an official halt, belching and rumbling as Jonah parked it in the lot. Y/n’s stomach was tickling with excitement and she was so overcome with joy that she nearly shoved Grayson out of his seat, ushering him out with “Come on! Come on! Let’s go!” He merely stared wide eyed at her, gradually stepping out of the van just to get on her nerves. “Oh. My. God. Gray. I literally hate you.” Y/n grumbled, making Daniel and Grayson burst into genuine laughter and they exchanged small, tight smiles.

The guys briefly looked around noticing scraggly trees and bushes interspersed along the campsite, swaying and creaking and they heard the faint sounds of people’s voices that drifted with the light breeze.

“Oh my god! You have no idea how much I just wanna sleep right now!” Zach yawned, stretching his arms tiredly as he stepped out of the van, shutting the rigid door behind him.

“Okay well, if we just get the tents built quickly, we should be able to just chill out and vibe real soon.” Daniel said, as he began to unload the trunk. He passed around the backpacks and sleeping bags to everyone, and they all started walking ahead. “It should just be down there.” Daniel called out kindly, pointing to the wooden benches and public toilets in the distance.

“Hey,” Y/n greeted, casually resting her hands on each of Daniel’s shoulders from behind. He flinched in momentary fear but his expression faltered at the comforting sight of Y/n. Her gentle eyes and dewy skin shimmered with ease even when the natural light was dwindling, and Daniel couldn’t help but go weak in the knees as her eyes caught his lingering gaze.

Catching himself in his persistent and rather embarrassingly long trance, he offered her the smallest backpack with a grin while he carried three big duffle bags and sleeping bags on his broad shoulders. They began walking towards the campgrounds, already significantly behind the rest of the group yet strolling slowly. The sounds of the gravel crunching beneath their feet floated with the light breeze and Daniel broke the serene quietness with a question.

“You and Grayson okay now?” He asked.

“Yeah.” Y/n made sure to grin widely at him before continuing “I just wanna say thank you again.”

“It’s really okay it-.”

“Not just for that, but for everything Dani. I appreciate you so much.” Y/n said honestly. She even stopped in her tracks as if to signal how serious she was.

“I appreciate you too, Y/n. I love you…. more than you will ever know.” Daniel didn’t even realise he said the last six words out loud and he tried to break nervousness quickly. He shifted the weight on his back and a slight grunt escaped from his lips.

“Do you need some help?” Y/n said shyly, desperately trying to hold in her laughter as she watched Daniel trudge forwards, a new layer of sweat dampening his forehead.

Daniel took a deep breath before replying, swallowing back his slight awkwardness. “No, no, I’m fine,” he said quickly.

“If you say so…. doof” Y/n ran off cheekily as she giggled, turning back when she heard Daniel again.

“Hey! You’re a doof!” He yelled back with a small chuckle.

By the time Daniel finally caught up with the rest of the gang, he was clawing for a breath, dropping the bags on his back ungracefully with a loud thump and sat down quickly on a wooden picnic bench near him.

Like usual, Daniel’s eyes wandered the new place from the tall trees with brittle, dry leaves to the burbling shallow creek in the distance to Y/n. She was resting on a nearby bench with Grayson, cuddled up into his side comfortably. He cleared his throat nervously and got up from the bench, trudging back over to his bandmates right past the young, mingling couple. He saw Y/n snake out of Grayson’s arms from the corner of his eye and he heard the faint whispers between them before he felt the cold sensation of Grayson’s hand on the back of his shoulder. He turned around to be met with a somewhat friendly smile and he returned it.

“Do you need any help setting up your tent?�� He asked, gesturing to the unopened tent on the ground behind him. Daniel nodded,

“Yeah, thanks.” He replied, walking towards the flat grassy area Jack, Corbyn and Zach where at. Grayson followed behind casually, placing his backpack down. He kneeled on the ground, opening up the drawstring bag. Daniel came closer and crouched down as well and started to pull out the parts.

The sky had melted into a rich navy with stars adorned everywhere yet the two boys had finally achieved their goal after an exhausting and slightly awkward hour. The exterior was wrinkled, wobbly and a little broken but both boys were too exhausted to even care and lay sprawled out inside the tent.

Surprisingly, despite Daniel's initial dislike of Grayson, he couldn’t deny that he was charismatic and incredibly easy to get along with. He figured that’s how he was able to get an amazing girl like Y/n, charming her off her feet onto the dancefloor and then into his car that first night they met at his twin brother’s party.

“Hey, uhh do you have a flashlight?” Daniel asked as he shifted slowly.

“Yeah, there should be one in my backpack. The biggest pocket.”

“Thanks man,” Daniel said gently as he zipped open the tent and crawled out slowly, trying not to break the fragile structure. He crouched down in front of Grayson’s black backpack and zipped open the biggest pocket as instructed. He carefully weeded through the plentiful cans bug spray and sunscreen. Underneath an extra shirt was a small gift bag, pink in colour and drowned in glitter. Daniel could only make out the blush-coloured tissue paper that peeked out of the bag in the darkness. He froze in thought, plentiful ideas hazed in his mind, flashing in and out of existence quickly.

Pink and glitter? It’s not a holiday. It’s not anyone’s-

“Daniel! Grayson!” Y/n yelled out. “Come on!”

Daniel’s thoughts were interrupted but he quickly pulled out the flashlight and zipped the backpack up again, meeting Grayson’s gaze just in time when he emerged from the tent behind him.

#daniel seavey imagines #daniel seavey fanfic #wdw boys #why don't we imagines #why don't we fanfiction #why dont we fanfic #zach herron #corbyn besson #jack avery #jonah marais #slow down

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illfoandillfie · 3 years

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uhm if you still need and want a benny boi request: hiking with him and soft sex by the fireplace to warm up 🥺 or in the tent bc it's probably pretty cold ngl

(@queenmylovely)

God you bitches get me. These prompts are wonderful and came in about 30 seconds apart lmao so i hope you like what I did with them!

warnings: smut but its like super somft and fluffy, also a lil bit of arguing

Blurb Advent: Day 16

The trip wasn’t exactly what you’d imagined it would be. Initially you’d been planning to get away during Summer, maybe head to the beach for a couple of weeks, spend your time relaxing in the sun, hitting the waves. But the timing never quite worked out and the whole idea of going away was put on hold until it had cooled down again. And of course, once it became clear the trip would be in winter, you had to stop thinking of the beach and find somewhere new to go. Luckily (you supposed) a family friend of Ben’s had a cabin in the woods that he was happy to let you use. You weren’t quite as thrilled with it as you would have been a little beach side cottage, but you really just wanted some time for you and Ben without other distractions and he wanted to get out of the city. And neither of you wanted to wait another six months for the break. So the arrangements were made and early on a Friday morning you grumbled your way out of bed and into the warmest clothes you owned, packing everything into the car, ready to head off on your holiday.

The cabin was cute, surrounded by tall trees and the promise of picturesque views. A generator had been installed a few years previous to allow access to electricity and there was a large rain tank to collect water for all the plumbing systems. You had been warned that in dryer weather you may need to seek out the nearby well to collect water for drinking and cooking. There’d been a lot of rain in the previous month so you didn’t think you’d need to worry about it but, all the same, you kept it in mind, adding a few metal water bottles to your essential supplies (which included things like food, the makings of tea and coffee, toothpaste and condoms). On top of the essentials you also made sure to pack Ben’s guitar and your travel paint set in the hopes that the seclusion and nature would inspire you both.

The first day was mostly spent getting there and unpacking. When you arrived, you had to carry all your gear up a short incline that the car couldn’t access but it was worth it when you saw the scene. It was gorgeous, the surrounding woods a little damp with fresh rainfall, the cabin looking cozy and warm and perfect for a romantic getaway. You spent the morning putting food in the fridge and poking around the cabin, getting the doors and windows open to let in some air and natural light. In the afternoon you checked out the store of firewood and decided to collect some more so that it would have time to dry out under cover before you needed it. Together, bundled up in warm coats and gloves, you walked around the immediate area, collecting any logs that looked large enough as well as smaller sticks for kindling. In the evening you made dinner together and settled in for a night on the couch, wrapped in as many blankets as you could get your hands on. Things had been so busy lately you almost didn’t know what to do with yourself now that you were taking a break from it all. But the chaos you’d been living in had meant you didn’t get much of a chance to talk to Ben properly so that was what you did. Snuggled up on the couch and talked, finally able to just be together.

The next day Ben suggested you check out the surrounding area, follow the hiking trail up the hill and see what was out there. There were practical reasons like finding the well just in case you did need it, but mostly it was just for fun. You each filled a backpack with a water bottle and some food as well as a grabbing a small first aid kit, some bug spray to combat the mosquitos you’d noticed the night before, and your paints. Ben slung his guitar over his back and you set off. The walk itself was fine though there were a few steep places on the trail. Ben used them as an excuse to hold your hand, getting a few steps higher and then offering his to help you follow. It was silly but cute and you found yourself giggling whenever he did it. It was quiet too, which was nice. You didn’t meet any other people on the trail but that meant you could stop and point out creatures that crossed your path or pause to take photos of interesting plants and pretty views you might like to paint later.

At the top of the hill was a little lookout area with a park bench. Since you seemed to have it to yourself you unpacked your bags and ate lunch looking out over the tops of the trees below. As you ate you pulled out your sketchbook and started to draw things you could see, going over some with paints and leaving others as just the outline. Ben pulled out his guitar and found a small spot to lean against a tree and play softly, his eyes closed as he plucked at the strings. It was tranquil and peaceful and perfect. Or nearly perfect. You hadn’t noticed it as much while you were walking but now that you were standing still you realised just how freezing cold it was. For a while you tried to ignore it but eventually you had to speak up.

“Benny? Are you getting cold? My fingers are starting to freeze, maybe we should think about heading back?”

Ben dropped into the seat beside you and grabbed your hands in his, “I’ll warm them up for you.”

“That’s cute,” you smiled, not mentioning how unhelpful of a suggestion it was, “But I��m serious. The walk up here took a while anyway, might be best to start heading back down now, before it starts getting dark and even colder. Plus I don’t like the look of those clouds,” you pointed to a dark patch of sky off in the distance.

Ben eyed the rainclouds and thought for a moment, “Alright, you make a good point. Let’s pack up.”

As quickly as you could you packed everything back into your bags and began to make your way back down the slope. Walking did help warm you up again though you couldn’t help but mention your need to defrost in front of the fire. And your discomfort only got worse as the rain began. The trees protected you a little but not enough and before long your teeth were chattering and your toes felt numb. Ben was just as unhappy, his hair dripping onto his face as he snapped at you to hurry up. He got particularly cranky when you paused to take a photo of the pretty haze the rain had thrown over one of the scenes you’d photographed on your way up, the roof of your cabin just visible through the trees.

“All your fucking complaining and now you want to stop to take pictures? Jesus Christ.”

“Hey, if it wasn’t for me you’d still be sitting up at the fucking lookout twiddling your thumbs.”

“You’re so fucking full of it. And slow! Could you walk a little faster please!” Ben tried to grab your hand and pull you along but you shook him off.

“It’s not my fault my feet feel like ice blocks. I didn’t even want to come out to this stupid cabin.”

“You’re the one who was practically begging for me to take you somewhere.”

“Yeah but not a fucking cabin in the middle of nowhere. This is the start of a horror film Ben. You brought me to a horror film.”

“Y’know this isn’t exactly what I wanted either. I was hoping for something a little more romantic, a little less bitching.”

“Well I think you’ve put paid to that.” You spat back, dropping your eyes to your feet so you could watch the terrain you were walking over, not wanting to slip in case Ben decided to walk ahead.

You were surprised when Ben held his hand out to you, offering his help to get down a particularly uneven patch of the path, but you took it all the same.

“Sorry,” he said softly, keeping his hand tight around yours, “I know this isn’t ideal.”

“It was lovely up until the rain,” you shrugged, “Sorry I stopped before, and that I’ve been winging so much,”

“Hey, you’re allowed to winge, especially when your idiot boyfriend gets you stuck freezing to death in the middle of nowhere,” he squeezed your hand reassuringly, “but maybe he can make it up to you when you get back to the cabin?”

“How?”

“I’m thinking we get the fire going and sit as close to it as we can until we’re warm. I can make us some hot chocolate and then maybe we whip up a curry for dinner? Something really hot.”

You chucked and nodded, “Sounds good. Can I make one request?” “What is it?” “Can we cuddle? While we’re in front of the fire?”

“The cuddling was implied. It’s the most romantic thing I can think of so of course we’re cuddling.”

“You’re not an idiot Ben. And walking in the rain is kind of romantic, especially when there’s a fire to go back to.”

Ben pulled your hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it as you walked.

By the time you got back to the cabin you were damp through, though your shoes felt completely soaked. Ben was true to his word though, peeling off his jacket and bending over the fireplace as he told you to go and get changed. You dug out clean, dry clothes, throwing Ben’s hoodie over the top. You grabbed all the blankets you could and came out to a fire coming to life as Ben hurried off to change. While he was gone you dropped the blankets on the floor, a little back from the fireplace, creating a sort of nest for the two of you.

“You stole my hoodie,” Ben pouted.

“Can’t blame me, it’s so warm and soft and I look cute in it,”

He chucked as he took his place beside you, wrapping his arms around you, “all of that is very true.”

For a while you just sat together, letting the feeling come back to your fingers and toes. Ben asked to see the photos you’d taken, pointing out scenery he thought would make nice artwork, and especially anything you could hang on the walls at home.

“I hope your sketchbook didn’t get too wet”

“I don’t think the rain got into the bags too much. What about your guitar?”

“It should be fine, it’s been in worse weather. Sorry I was short with you before,” he said quietly, his nose bumping your cheek.

You turned your head towards him, “It’s alright. I’m sorry too.”

He kissed you softly, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek.

You sighed against his lips and shifted to better face him, discouraging him from moving away.

Ben kissed you slowly and deeply, as if he intended to just keep kissing you all night. But gradually his hands began to wander too, fingertips lightly tracing patterns over your sides as they slipped further down. You hummed at the touch, mirroring him, trailing your fingers down his chest and stomach. Slowly, he inched the hem of the hoodie higher until he could pull it over your head. You didn’t mind, plenty warm from the fire and Ben’s embrace.

“This okay?” Ben asked between small kisses along the corner of your mouth, his fingers already tugging at your shirt.

“Mmhmm, very,”

He nodded and lifted your shirt over your head, keeping his arms up so you could do the same to him.

He didn’t rush, leisurely following the line of your throat with his lips, humming in response to your whimpers and mewls. You were already wet when he wriggled his hand under the band of your leggings, exacerbating your arousal as he stroked along your slit.

Once he had your pants off he rolled you onto your front, making sure you were comfortable amongst all the blankets, the heat of the fire washing over you. Gently, he hooking his fingers into the top of your underwear, pulling them down your legs, leaving soft kisses on your lower back and arse and thighs.

“Give me two seconds, babe,” he whispered, tugging his own pants off and leaning over to grab one of your backpacks.

“What’re you doing?” you asked, looking over your shoulder at the noise.

“Might have thrown a couple of condoms in here, just in case.”

“In case? In case of what?”

“I don’t know. In case the view made you super horny or we wandered into a fairy ring and ended up kidnapped by pervert fairies. Just, y’know, in case.”

“You’re so stupid,” you laughed, tapping him with your foot as you lay down again, your arms folded under your head.

“I was just preparing for any eventuality.”

“Mmm well, you might want to hurry up and prepare or else I’m gonna fall asleep here. It’s very comfortable,”

“Don’t do that, hang on,” You heard Ben tear at the wrapper and then swear and then tear it again as you laughed into your arms.

“Alright, ready. You still awake,”

“Surprisingly, yes,”

“Good,” his voice was close to your ear as he lay over you, cocooning you in his warmth as he entered you from behind.

You moaned into your arm as he slowly rocked into you, his chest against your back as he braced himself on arms either side of you. There wasn’t much scope for anything fast or hard but it was intimate, his cock pressed against your g-spot so that every slight shift of his hips sent a jolt of pleasure through you.

Ben kissed your shoulder and left his lips there as he mumbled, “feel good?”

“Mmhmm, fucking incredible,”

“Mmm, you feel incredible too.”

You pushed your self up and looked around for Ben. Within seconds he was kissing you again, tongue dragging over your lips as another jolt shot though you and you gasped.

For a while you stayed like that, your movements lazy and slow. But it wasn’t enough to push you over the edge, even with Ben groaning in your ear or sucking at your pulse point.

“I need more Ben,”

“Alright, babe, if I pull out are you good to roll over?”

You nodded, catching him in another kiss to show your appreciation.

Once you were on your back, leaning on your forearms, Ben adjusted his position, his legs falling between yours as he lined himself up once more. He wasn’t much deeper but the angle was different and you felt Ben hit a spot he hadn’t reached before as he leaned over you and attached his lips to your neck again.

“Fuck, Ben,” The fire was still burning, heating your opposite side as you threw your arm around Ben, digging your nails into his back as he gave an experimental thrust.

“This better?” “Yeah. You make me feel so good,”

Ben smiled and lay you back further, so he didn’t have to hold himself up with his arms, instead allowing him to slide one hand between you to softly play with your clit.

You grasped at his back as his hips snapped against yours harder, his fingers constantly rubbing at your clit.

“C’mon, babe, you’re close aren’t you.”

You nodded again, feeling as if you’d lost the ability to form words as your back arched. Everything was warm and comfortable – the fire and the blankets and Ben’s low voice, mumbling encouragement between kisses – and before you fully comprehended it was happening, your orgasm washed over you, pulling Ben’s name from your throat. He mirrored you a few seconds later, groaning your name as he stilled, his forehead falling to meet yours.

Carefully he rolled off you and you shuffled around to lean your head on his chest, still mostly tucked up in your blanket nest.

It was quiet for a moment as you both settled, your breathing falling into sync as you watched the fire and listened to the rain that had only gotten heavier while you were wrapped up in each other.

Suddenly Ben spoke, his tone more than a little braggy, “How’s that for romantic.”

#my writing #my blurbs #smut blurb #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy smut #ben hardy imagine #cant believe you made me yearn so fucking much #but here we are #guess those canada goose pics really fucked us all up huh #ohladymoon #blurb advent 2020

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thewakingcloak · 3 years

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April 2021

Alright, so I’m a bit late here, haha. April had a good start but ended kinda crazy. Our two-year-old got sick for a few days (just a cold, not the ol’ COVID-19), which wiped us out, and then she had a lingering “mood” for the rest of the week, lol. General exhaustion made me more interested in playing games than making ‘em (currently playing Rune Factory 4, which is a good time!). So no fancy images and stuff this time. Hope y’all don’t mind a bit of text.

Anyway, here are the news.

When playing with a gamepad, I’ve noticed the eight-directional movement feels really clunky with the stick. This clunkiness happens in a lot of older games too, for both eight- and four-directional movement. For example, on NES Online and SNES Online on the Switch, I can’t use the joystick at all. I have to use the d-pad.

In the first two ProtoDungeon episodes, I mitigated some of the issue by tinkering with some of the thresholds, but when I started testing a gamepad for Episode III again, I realized this was still not ideal.

Juju, who wrote my old input system, is working on a new open source input system. I haven’t contributed code, but I did give my input (hehe) very early on. Now after coming back to look at it, it seems to be just what I need. So I spent the first week of April swapping out input systems (which isn’t as easy as you might expect if you’ve never done it before, BUT it was way easier than I expected). Then I modified the movement code to use the new input_direction(), which gives much finer control to the stick.

But that much fine control--fully omnidirectional--was actually fairly nauseating. It was difficult to walk in a straight line. I ended up rounding the input direction to the nearest 22.5 degrees, meaning we were now at 16-directional movement. It feels really good! And as I played more over the month, I tweaked it further to lend more weight towards the ordinal directions (north, south, east, and west), in addition to scaling the speed slightly based on how far you’re pushing the stick. In my opinion, it’s now preferable over the d-pad or arrow keys (though don’t worry, I do the majority of my work with the arrows, and they are very functional and fun.)

The new input system also gave me an easy way to set gamepad axis thresholds, which is something a few people have already asked for. This is a setting in the behind-the-scenes file, but probably not an option I’ll add in game yet since that requires some rework on menus.

Then on a whim, I threw in gamepad vibration! This wasn’t related to the input change... I just wanted to do it, lol. It was a small thing that took me about 30 minutes but adds a surprising amount to the game. I can choose the intensity of the vibration based on what’s going on, and I added a setting for players to control the overall intensity (or turn it off). There’s no menu option for this yet, either. Hopefully I’ll get time for that in Episode IV.

I created a free GMS2 extension out of my vibration system called Good Vibes! It can do all kinds of fancy stuff using animation curves, and it handles some of the weirdness of GMS2's vibration functionality too.

Next, I created a Linux virtual machine to allow me to export stuff to Linux! I tested this successfully with the current version of PD3. Tried to immediately export PD1 and PD2, but those projects don’t exactly work anymore--I’ll need to do it from the current project after I go through and apply engine changes to them (current project always contains all episodes, don’t worry, nothing is lost).

Finally, I ended this month’s changes on two separate things, neither of them finished: true borderless window toggling and proper depth sorting.

Borderless window toggling in Windows isn’t something possible with vanilla GameMaker. I got a small DLL from a friend, though, that can force the toggle. The only reason this isn’t finished is because the application surface gets stretched weirdly, and I haven’t figured out how to offset it properly yet. This one isn’t required to go live at all, so not sure when I’ll get back to it.

Depth sorting IS required, though, and that’s what I’ve been wrapping up. My z-height system is pretty complicated, and the old depth system didn’t always work--and when it didn’t, there wasn’t much that could be done about it. Occasionally you’d get weird overlaps where the player was under the ground tiles and so on. I did come up with a depth method that would’ve resolved it, but unfortunately it would’ve gone past the supported min and max depth that GameMaker can handle. So I switched to a simple grid sort system, where I can basically just chuck everything into a ds_grid, sort it, and then trigger each object’s draw event in order by iterating through the grid.

There are a few kinks to iron out. First, I need to fix cliff sprite generation. Cliffs create their own sprites based on the tiles beneath them--this way they can be properly sorted so the player can either walk on top of them or behind them. Currently there are some bugs with the generation so that the sprites are too tall and they don’t properly handle animated tiles.

Second, I need to get enemy sorting working too, which will be much easier when I’ve put enemies back in the game. :) The old way was to manually set their depth based on the player position, but that won’t work anymore. That said, with the new grid sorting method, this may not be an issue at all. We shall see.

#devlog #devblog #gamedev #game development #The Waking Cloak #ProtoDungeon #gamemaker

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moonandstars · 4 years

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beautiful : yuta

Plot : yuta is a underground boxer and somehow you work there too.

details : underground boxer! yuta

words : 4.9k

a/n : fucked around and made a mood board wbu

You start to dress up fast looking at the time. It was 8:30 PM. You had to be there at nine. You texted Johnny that you will be on your way soon. You pulled your black jeans and some t shirt and pulled over hoody. It was best to dress as simple as possible for the place you were about to go. You called your mother and told her you'd be going to sleep early today as you had an early shift tomorrow. The lies tasted so bitter on your tongue.

"Ah yes, sleep early and don't take too much stress. Also don't miss your meals. Otherwise I will come down there."

"Don't worry mum, I am perfectly fine." You said trying to sound as cheerful as you could. There was a little pause.

"You can tell me everything honey okay? I love you so much. You're my everything."

"I love you too mum, good night." You took a deep breath and went out of the apartment.

It was a little cold today , so you called a cab. You dropped off a block away from your destination. You walked there, it was shabby place. Not too crowded specially during the night. You walked to the gate and knocked.

"Who's it?"

"It's me,___" You said lowly. The gate opened and you walked in.

"Hey, you're on time. People have started coming in and they're gonna place bets now." Johnny said walking towards you.

You worked in a underground boxing matches, allowing people to place bets on the players. Not a dream job, not even an acceptable job for a girl like you, but it paid and that's what you needed. You only took bets on Taeyong, your friend and classmate. He was the one who introduced you to this place.

"Listen, I will never encourage you to take this spot. I did not even wanted to bring it up to you, but you told me you needed to make money but honestly I know you, and that place, that job is not for someone like you." He had told you. Looking guilty and anxious.

"It's okay. It's only for a short time and I'll find another one soon. Besides you will be there."

"Yes, yes of course."

Your whole day was spent in the uni and then your job at the cafe. You worked there till evening and then went home to rest a little and then you were here. You were thankful that matches only happened once or twice a week, during the weekend, so you could be here as less as possible. The only reason you could even make it here was because of Johnny and Taeyong. And they both always made sure you were safe and as comfortable as you could be in a place like this.

You stood near Taeyong's spot near the ring and everyone started handing you money for the bets. He never lost, but still it was hard to see your friend end up bruised up at these nights. He was a monster in the ring. At first you were surprised at the sudden change because he was a whole different personality during the day, a shy friendly person, and here in this ring, he is ruthless.

"I am betting on Lee Taeyong." A man said and handed you the money. You tried to take it but he took your hand and grabbed you. You already knew what kind of man he was, you had enough of them here.

"And how much for you for the night?" He said with a smirk eyeing you. You jerked your hand and pushed him against the wall.

"Listen here you bitch, place your bet and get your fucking ass away from me." You spat in his face. A few months ago, you would not even imagine about being this brave but this place has sure taught you to be rough.

"Or what huh?" He started coming to you again. He was a stubborn one. As he tried to speak again, he was pushed back against the wall harshly by someone.

"Or I will make sure that even the street dogs won't be able to find your fucking ass. Now move." You could only see the back of the person who tried to save you but his voice sure sounded compelling. The man backed away and walked off looking petrified.

The person turned around and smiled at you. And the only thing you could think was 'beautiful'. He has dark brown hair, almost too dark.

"You're okay?" His voice, his accent sounded different, he was not from around here.

"Oh yea, I am fine. Thank you." You said, still surprised. It was not usual for people to help someone here, it was dirty ruthless place after all.

"This place is full jerks." He chucked a little and it made you smile. His little laugh really sounded cute. It was like a dazzle in a dull place.

"Yeah that, I am used to it." You said and looked down. He was wearing a black tank top and black skinny jeans. His muscles moving has he used his hand to push his hair back.

"You should not be." He said, still giving you a small smile.

"Hey,___, Yuta? You're here. You're up next after Taeyong. You should go back there." Johnny said making his way towards you.

"Yeah sure." Yuta told Johnny and turned towards you. " Hi I am Yuta."

"___ and thank you again." You smiled and watched him walk away. You were numb for a minute. You felt a little warmth inside you and clenched your fist softly. For the first time in this dreary place, you felt something vibrant.

"Did something happen?" Johnny asked leaning against the wall and lighting his cigarette.

"No, he just helped me with some old jerk. Who's he?"

" Nakamoto Yuta. He's going to start fighting here from today. And I want you to take bets for him." He spoke, blowing out a puff.

"ME? What about Taeyong?"

"You can take for both if you want. They're friends so they won't fight with each other. Or I can help you out with Taeyong from time to time if you want."

"Why don't you take him?"

"I already have a lot and besides I want an honest one for him. You know others are just corrupted." He stated offering you the cigarette. You took it.

"Fine. I will do it." You responded with a puff and gave the cigarette back to him. "Seriously how many friends you have? As much as the people in the city?"

"I got more than that darling." He smiled. "Definitely more than that."

After Taeyong's match, he came up and sat with you and Johnny at the front. You all were waiting for Yuta's match. Somehow you were really keen for it. You already saw a little dangerous side of him when he helped you out before but you had no idea how was he going to fight. The matches here were not the ethical ones, the basic rules are to not kill anyone or do anything that will make the hospitals suspicious or get cops involved. Apart from that, it was whatever you do to win. You saw Yuta walking out as the crowed cheered, was he famous? why would the crowd cheer for a new guy? You saw him bending and going inside the ring and you could not focus on anything but him. His whole demeanor changed from before. He hair a little sweaty and falling down on his forehead. He tank top off him and he was only in his jeans, showing his abs. You watched as his knuckles were covered in tapes. You were confused as to why you were even paying so much attention to him. You never watched the fights here except for Taeyong's and then leave, but something about Yuta made you fixated on him.

The fight began and Yuta landed the first punch. You did not have much idea about fighting but it was clear that Yuta had experience and was very strong. His defense was sharp and rapid with hardly getting any blow and constantly punching out his opponent. It was an easy win and the crowd cheered. Johnny and Taeyong looked very confident about him.

"Told you he was gonna own. Come let's meet him." Johnny exclaimed and you all went to meet him.

"Hey man. Piece of cake was it?" Taeyong said and hugged Yuta. You handed him his amount and stood back.

"Thanks." He said and smiled. You noticed his eyes crinkled from the side. Even with a bruise on the jaw and blood on lip, all you could think was how beautiful that smile is.

"We're going to leave. See you tomorrow." Taeyong added. "Thanks for helping out ___." And you had expected this because Johnny can't keep his mouth shut. While leaving you mouthed a 'fuck you' to Johnny and he mouthed a 'you wish' back at you.

You sighed and leaned back in Taeyong's car. He always dropped you off after these nights, and you were glad that you had your friend with you.

"You should call me or Johnny if someone tries to bug you like that. I am glad Yuta was there." Taeyong said,making a turn. You did not wanted to tell him. The first time it happened, Taeyong was near you and he saw everything. He beat up the guy to pulp and caused a scene. You decided it then you had to handle your own fights.

"It was nothing. I told him off." You said smiling. "I did not know Yuta was your friend."

"He's Johnny's childhood friend. I have known him for quite some time but we have hardly time to meet. Now that he's here, I can see him more."

"He sure made an impression tonight." You said showing the cash to Taeyong.

"This was nothing to him. He used to fight in a different place before this and he's been a champion there." Taeyong chimed.

"Ah that explains his popularity."

"You have never asked so much about anybody else before." Taeyong smirked and you decided to look out of the window. The sky was clear and with little stars scattered across it, the moon was lighting up the entire night. You never really wanted to know so much about anybody else before.

The next time you see Yuta is surprisingly is outside that boxing ring at the cafe you work at. He had a head band on, but still his hair were falling on his forehead. The football was dangling in his hands and the jersey hugging his chest. He was with Johnny, he turned around and noticed you, giving you an instant smile. You could not look away. The sun rays were falling on his face from the glass windows, and he was making his way towards the counter. You smiled, because confusingly his presence was so calming, you could not help yourself.

"Hi, remember me?" He asked, his football by side.

"Yeah, of course. So you're on team?" You inquired, motioning towards the jersey.

"The captain." He said proudly.

"Well what would the captain and his friend like to have?"

"My friend would have whatever his regular is, and the captain would like to have the waitress's favorite drink and her number." He smirked. So you exchanged numbers, after all he was part of your group now.

You started seeing him more often on the campus, in the library, in the park ,cafeteria and he would always smile at you. Sometimes you would watch him from afar, you noticed he hardly ever talked to anyone apart from a few close friends and was mostly with Johnny or Taeyong. It was weird, he was the captain of the football team, one of the most handsome guy on campus, he should have been everywhere, but he avoided everyone. He was like a boat, trying to sail opposite of the waves.

It was Yuta's fifth time when he faced a nasty opponent and you knew things were not good when even Johnny looked concerned and not his usual snarky self. He won but with multiple wounds and his face and knuckles covered in blood. It was not new, you have seen Taeyong in this condition before but looking at Yuta, leaning on Taeyong, limping towards the car made your heart feel heavy. It was like somebody was injecting thrones in your chest.

"My match is still left, you take him, you know what to do." Taeyong said, and you knew exactly what to do. Going to the hospital was not an option for him, you learned it the hard way.

Taeyong was grunting, clutching his jaw with his hands. Your hands shaking trying to constantly wash the cloth and dabbing his blood.

"Please, let's go the hospital. It doesn't look good, I don't want to see you hurt. Please Tae-"

"And what huh?" Taeyong hissed. "Let the doctors see this. They will fucking know from where I got this. The cops will get involve. Bloody hell why can't you just dab it?" So you just did.

"I am sorry ___. I really am." Taeyong said, after a long silence.

You helped Yuta inside and started grabbing out all the first aid kit. You have watched tons of medical videos specially for these nights.

"Alright, this is going to hurt a little." You said while putting the cloth against his face. He didn't flinch, maybe he was really used to it. You quickly patched him up and applied the bandages.

"You will need to replace these for a couple of days." You stated, patting the bandage.

"Would you?" He asked, looking at you intently. "I suck at doing these stuff, and I don't have anyone else to do it." He whispered.

"Yeah, I would." You smiled. Lately you were finding it hard to say no to him. "I will pull out an extra mattress for you, you can stay here tonight."

"I see even these bruises can't tame my charms huh?" He smirked looking down at your lips. You were in the bathroom, beneath a bright light glowing over you, the smell of disinfectants and blood around you. It was always Yuta who was making you feel something vibrant when everything else was dull. He leaned in and you kissed him. Cautiously and softly. When you were breathless, he was resting he forehead against your shoulder.

"Thank you___." He whispered.

It was bright afternoon when you were sprawled in the university garden, with Johnny by your side, still a few minutes to start your cafe shift.

"You know Yuta is single."

"You know Mei is out of your league."

"Well darling we both made if official so you can take your ass off me and stop directing the topic." He chirped. Of course he would end up with Mei, it was about time.

"How is he single? He's like the most desirable person out there, no offence."

"I said single, not a virgin. And offence is taken." Johnny said, lying next to you. "He has never clicked with anyone before, to have something serious. One night stands, meaningless sex, that's all I have ever seen."

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"Because I have known him forever, and for the first time I am seeing something different." He ruffled your hair and got up. "Time for work."

You sighed. You were supposed to meet Yuta after your shift, agreeing to replace his bandages and hang out you guess. Yuta left that night after the breakfast and you both carried on like usual. Surprisingly, it was not uncomfortable at all. He was still Yuta, the handsome guy who makes you feel like you could see the stars even in the darkest nights. You never had a serious relationship either, you wanted to tell Johnny. Not because you did not wanted to, but because you never had the time, always burdened with responsibilities, feeling like you will slow down if you tried to ever enjoy yourself.

"It's a clear weather today. Looks like there's going to be lot of stars." Yuta stated, standing next to you, startling you.

"You almost gave me a heart attack Yuta." You gasped.

"There's a fair nearby, I heard it's cool and they're going to do fireworks tonight? Want to go?" Yuta asked, smiling like he always did.

So you went, your bag in one hand and Yuta's hand in another. There were indeed a lot stars today, sparkling continuously, like they were giggling at you both. The wind was cold but sweet, it constantly flew, like laughing in your ears. You looked at Yuta, the lights shining across his faces, his eyes glowing, lashed casting a shadow on his cheeks, you did not realize he was looking at you too.

"I loved it, thank you for taking me there." You said as you stood outside your apartment building, looking at Yuta.

"Thank you for coming with me." He responded. And you kissed again. This time it was sweet and nostalgic. You did knew what you both were, and you were scared to know. This was new, and exciting, a whole lot different from the life you have been living. So you thought it would be okay for a while to let things stay just the way they are.

You were cleaning a few tables when you saw Mei grunt a little while bending down. You took her to the counter and helped her sit. She also worked with you at the cafe.

"You should go home. I will talk to the boss." You said, noticing a few marks.

"No I am fine."

"What are you not telling me?" You asked, and she knew it was useless to argue.

"I fell from the pole. This guy was giving me a hard time constantly being on nerves about sleeping with him, so I was trying to avoid him and got distracted and fell. Awkward." Mei worked as a stripper. Works in a club not far away from the boxing place. She was an orphan, and was here on a scholarship. It's funny how you always found broken people like you.

"Anyways, how was your date?" She said winking.

"It was not a date. We just hung out."

"What? You guys are not like together? But I always see you guys together so I thought-"

"Well you thought wrong Mei, we are not together and we are not dating. I don't what it is, he's just my friend like every one else and you know I don't have time for anything or anyone right now. There's nothing special really." You said, flinching at the lies coming out of your mouth. You just wanted to not talk about it, until you made up your mind and talked to Yuta first. And looked up and saw Mei looking scared, staring past you.

You looked around and saw Yuta. Looking at you with a blank expression, the same one he has on while he is in the ring. You noticed a little flicker in his eyes. Anger, disappointment, hurt. His sweaty jersey and black jeans on. And he was out without saying anything.

"You fucked up." You heard Mei whisper.

You hurried up the stairs of Johnny and Yuta's apartment building. You had to see him, talk to him, yet you did not knew what you would say if you met him. You felt yourself getting out of breath. Just as you were about to take your next step, somebody pulled on your hand.

"Huh?Johnny?"

"You should not."

"I just-have-" you enhaled "have to see him. I think he-we"

"I get it. But right now is not the time."

"Why?"

"He got pissed off and drunk, bought some girl home. "

"Oh yeah." You said, sitting down on the stairs. You felt dull, numb, it was like the temperature dropped suddenly. You touched your throat, your neck, there was nothing but then why you couldn't you breathe.

"There's match tomorrow. You can talk then. Come I will walk you down." The night was so cold. You looked up, no stars in sky tonight. It's like your darkness engulfed them too.

The match was horrible. Taeyong won. But all you could remember was his body in blood, with Johnny grabbing him and taking him away. It was all a blur. You were choking, crying, shouting how this time he needed a doctor. Yuta was holding you back, your tears falling on hands.

"He will be alright. He will be back." He kept chanting.

You were sitting in your room when Yuta bought a glass of water for you. Still frustrated, annoyed, at Taeyong, at Johnny, at Yuta , at yourself. Your anxiety was eating you up. You could feel everything was piling up on Yuta's nerves too.

"Here drink this."

"I don't want to." Silence for a few seconds. You heard Yuta inhale.

"Then what do you want? I told you he will be fine. We have connections to doctors who deal with his stuff. Johnny said it's nothing. What else is fucking wrong then?" He sneered.

"YOU KNOW WHAT IS WRONG?" You got up " You wanna know what's wrong? Huh? It's wrong that Taeyong has to end up being bruised every week so that he can pay his dad's bills. It's fucking wrong that Johnny has to deal with these shady people to make some money. It's-It's wrong that Mei has to deal with these perverts to survive. " You ranted. "It's wrong we all ended up here being so miserable. That we have to constantly compromise on this road in order to get the destination. And what I want? I want to stop feeling like I am choking all the time. I want to breathe. I want to be brave enough to tell you how much I fucking feel for you. Brave enough to allow myself to love, to feel, to actually live. " You crashed on the floor and closed your eyes. You heard some footsteps and then some warmth. You felt the heaviness leaving you. You both sat there for a while, when he started getting up .

"Don't go." You spoke, pulling him towards you close, your nose brushing his.

It was the first time you actually felt his muscles, after seeing them from afar for so long. It was awkward, hot and passionate. It was like you both were trying to say something but could not find the words. So you used your hands, your lips. His grunts filling your ears. It was long after when he was asleep beside you, you looked around your discarded clothes on the floor and realized how you haven't seen him smile for so long.

The morning after was not awkward, not comfortable, just calm. You looked at Yuta, his face towards you, staring. His hair ruffled on your pillow, your finger tracing a scar on his shoulder.

"How did you meet them?" He whispered.

"Taeyong is childhood friend. We were neighbors, same school and now same university. He introduced me to Johnny. We all hit it off." He hummed. "You're not from here huh?"

"No. From Japan. Moved here in school, my dad got a job here. Met Johnny. Everything's a history since then."

"At what point it got fucked up?" You mumbled. He laughed, the voice ringing in your ears, it was like the warmth of ear muffs in a cold winter.

"It was a car crash. Both of them gone, just like this. No goodbyes, no love you's, no 'go to sleep, enough stories for today', nothing. Just silence. It was a like a black and white silent movie since then. I stayed with Johnny's family until my grandmother moved here to take care of me, helps me all she can. " He spoke, like a dream.

"You must really love her."

"I do."

"Your turn." He said, turning an imaginary mic towards you.

"My father was an abusive jerk. My mum suffered a lot, but one day she left. It was hard you know, she did not had a job. But still she raised me the best she could. I can't ask her for any more financial help, she doesn't tell me but I know how hard it was for her to send me here. So that's that."

"Your mother is a very strong woman."

"Seeing her work so hard, taking so much for me, I thought about dying so much. But I just could not. I am all she has."

"It's nice. To know you. To be able to understand you."

"Why would you want that Yuta?"

"Is it weird that there's a guy out here who's hobby is to try to understand you?" He spoke, barely a whisper, like a complaint, like it was unfair to him.

He was gone when you came out of the shower. You called Taeyong and he told you he was fine.

"A cast on the hand, and some bruises. Other than it's fine. Some rest and I will be fine."

"You're not lying, are you?"

"Never___."

A part of you was hoping Yuta would stay, after the morning you spent, talking about everything. You constantly replayed the conversation in your head. It felt unreal how he was just beside you just few hours ago, now he was gone. You wanted to talk him but what words were you going to choose. You looked at the bed, still unmade, the room still had a faint smell of his cologne. Even though he was not here, his memories still made you feel the stars were twinkling inside your heart.

"I love this smell after the rain." Mei spoke, as you both walked towards the park near the cafe, as you watched the evening disappear and the stars coming out . Johnny decided it was long time since the group hung out together and Taeyong wanted some fresh air after so many hours of sleep and pain killers. You knew Yuta be there too, after all Johnny said the whole group.

You saw Johnny and Yuta passing around the football and Taeyong sitting on the bench, laughing. You all talked, laughed and played. After a while, Johnny and Mei sat together, just looking at park fountain and Taeyong was writing something in his diary. Yuta was sitting under a tree, football by side. You went and sat beside him. His face covered in moonlight, his eyes closed.

"You left without a goodbye." You spoke softly.

"I thought you needed some time, you were upset last night."

"Do you think I slept with you because I was upset?"

"Should I think that?"

"No. I slept with you because I wanted." You sighed. "I did not mean what I said that day, in the cafe."

"Then why did you say it?"

"Because I was afraid, I still am. I saw my parents marriage crumble, I saw people change, I feel like you're too good for me. I am used to being alone, being responsible. I am on a journey and yet you feel like a destination." You spoke. He took your hand and held it.

"I have lost so much, I stopped feeling anything for a long time. And then I met you, and you I started seeing splashes of colors in white and the stars glowing in black, I could hear the voices again, people laughing, shouting, calling out each other. I am not your destination, but I want to be your journey. I want to be with you, beside you, I want to walk with you." He spoke.

"I want to be with you too. Being with you makes me feel the most vibrant, you make me feel like I can breathe, like I can stand up on my own. I used to feel like I was not supposed to feel happy or loved until I had everything, after meeting you, I know that the journey can be beautiful too."

"I used to see you in the university, always with Taeyong, Johnny and Mei. I wanted to approach you, but you looked just so happy with them." Yuta turned towards you and then smiled, his smile, the one that could light up the sky. "Then I met you this winter on a cold night, and my life started to change since then. I miss you, I need you and I love you."

"Nakamoto Yuta, I love you too."

The kiss was sweet, full of longing, patience and love. The wind blew your hair, the stars were blinking at you, like they were laughing, the moon was bright, beaming at you, like it knew. You saw Johnny and Mei walking standing up and Taeyong closing his diary and smiling at you. You felt vibrant, not only on the inside but the also on the outside.

"You look beautiful." Taeyong said.

"Thank you for being here."

"I wouldn't let anyone else to be here." Taeyong added. "Quite wonderful how all of us reached the destination huh, I am proud of us." You hugged him. "You have and will always be my little sister." He whispered.

"Shall we?" He asked, giving you his hand.

"Yes." You took it and walked down the aisle. You saw your mother at the front, Mei being your maid of honor, Johnny as the best man and then you saw Yuta. Standing at the alter, smiling at you, and all you could think was, so beautiful.

alright so i don’t know underground boxing scene works. knowledge is limited to the fanfics. this was supposed to be kinda slow or slice of life kinda thing. Also it doesn’t look like it but i’d really appreciate comments or ask, it’s a side blog so i can’t reply personal DMs.

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soundofseventeen · 3 years

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We Belong Together (Part Three)

Please be proud that I managed to turn a 369 word scene into this! I hope youre enjoying this as much as I did when i was writing it! If they’re too short please let me know: I have no problem throwing two things together and making it longer! Also Erin posted so....

Word count: 1352

You peeked outside the curtain, wondering if anyone from your side of the invites came yet. Minhyuk had arrived first, the tuxedo in its dry cleaner plastic thing, parading around the halls, screaming about how he was the first one there, but you didn’t bother to leave your dressing room to greet him. You needed to be reassured your guests would be coming, though it’d also mean you’d have to deal with the guilt for them coming to the wrong wedding.

You noticed Hyunwoo, Hyungwon, and even Hoseok show up before someone that wasn’t for Jooheon came for you….nope it was a mutual friend of yours. However, you didn’t know whether to feel relieved or worried when the first bridesmaid showed up by herself.

She didn’t say anything other than, “Good morning,” and gave you a bright smile but you expected that since she wasn’t much of a speaker, especially so early in the morning.

Park Ahnjong had been one of Pledis’s longtime backup dancers, and occasionally filled in for one of Pristin’s members when one of them couldn’t. Many a time when Seventeen were either in meetings, or kicked you out so they could record, (or even rarely when you got bored) you wandered through the buildings until you’d find her in one of the practice rooms, working on whatever routine she was asked to do. you clicked with her immediately,over your love of traveling and general inability to stay home. During the times you saw Seventeen live (backstage naturally), you’d go and talk with Ahnjong since she didn’t need to be up onstage at the same time as they did, and sometimes went out to breakfast with her. She became the closest thing to a friend you had, despite her initial shyness (and wariness) when it came to meeting strangers (and having 13 clingy boys who at different times wanted your attention), so when you broke the news you had to leave for a time, but to not tell anyone, she came to your old home and threw a secret farewell party, aka a final sleepover including pizza and all your favorite movies.

When you came back and eventually told her everything you did, and what happened, it had shocked her when you asked her to be in your wedding and it shocked you even more that she agreed. You expected her to say no and that what you were doing was wrong. She had seen the smiles on both your face and Jihoon’s too many times, whether you were dropping off food or coming to take his mind off the music, but she stayed quiet, since it wasn’t her business.

“I’m sorry I didn’t bring another cup of coffee,” she apologized to you after a moment, “I thought there was gonna be more people in here.”

“It’s okay. I wouldn’t have been able to drink it. Um, we’re still waiting for the artists so help yourself to the snacks we put here, or you can start getting ready.”

“Do you want me to get you coffee?”

“I’m fine.”

“Why aren’t you in your dress yet Y/N?” She frowned at the fact you were still in your robe.

You didn’t have the heart to tell Ahnjong that you didn’t wanna restrict your airflow again and that you would’ve rather chucked it out the window so you wouldn’t see it ever again but you had fake the good mood around everyone today. “I don’t want to ruin it. You know, being a klutz and all.”

She chuckled at the comment, believing you. “Noted.” It made you wonder which particular incident(s) stood out for her and before you could ask, she spoke again. “I still remember the time you asked Ren and Mingyu to help you bring all those cupcakes for Nana’s birthday and somehow one of the boxes ended up splattered over the ceiling, and you guys tried to clean it up without anyone noticing.”

“And one of the cupcakes that was stuck on the ceiling fell on my hair when you came out to see why we were being so loud and we tried to act like nothing was wrong.” You remembered that day too well. Mingyu, being the tallest in the group, was recruited to mop the ceiling and complained when the mop water fell on him and in the midst of that, somehow bumped Mingi in the head and toppled over, spilling the water that was in the bucket, and you screamed when the water seeped into your shoes.

Ahnjong had just come back from her lunch break when all that commotion was happening and no matter how hard you tried to convince her that nothing suspicious happened, a cupcake that the three of you missed unstuck from the ceiling, fell on your hair, and stained the white shirt you were wearing that day. You were eventually able to clean everything up, but your shoes made the sloshing noise every time you walked during Nana’s small gathering and Jihoon stepped out to get you a pair you left one time from the dorms when he was still living with some of the boys.

You smiled at the memory, and immediately deflated when you remembered that you were no longer in the past and instead in the present, a couple hours walking away from walking down the aisle with Jooheon and starting your new life with him and his cats. Jihoon shouldn’t have been on your mind. He wasn’t in your life anymore.

You continued to keep watch through your window, everyone coming for Jooheon making you more anxious because it felt like it was everyone you invited got together sometime during the week and decided to blow you off because you weren’t marrying the right person and you didn’t deserve their presence.

Still on the topic of the dress and needing an excuse to keep your mind busy, you offered to show it to her. Not putting it on right away obviously, but unzipping the bag it came in so she could assess it.

“Pretty,” she said after she examined it front and back. “Has that much time really passed?”

“What do you mean by that?” You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion and if you allowed yourself to be honest, a bit bugged by her comment.

“Nothing, it’s just that...I never would’ve pictured you wearing something like this. Do you remember that time we went shopping and we passed by one of those salons?”

“Oh. Yeah.” Ahnjong did a point there. What you had now really wasn’t your style but again, you were only looking at the prices, blindly believing that the most expensive one would’ve made you feel something other than the culpability. (It did make you feel better knowing this was something you paid for yourself though, even if it meant maxing out one of your credit cards.) You looked for something to stay busy, flitting between the window and the door, hoping for a new face.

“Y/N, I get you’re nervous, but please stop pacing. You’re making me nervous,” Ahnjong scolded you gently.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know. Here, I’ll sit down.” You walked to the nearby chair and plopped down, immediately crossing your ankles and shaking the bottom foot. You looked around nervously, not really sure what to talk about anymore. “An?”

“Yes?”

“Why did you agree to be my bridesmaid?” You figured she would’ve at least talked to you about the abrupt change in your private life.

“I mean if you’re happy with your choices, then we should be supportive if you. Just promise you won’t run away from Jooheon. And if you plan to, at least warn him.” She walked over to you and placed her hand on your shoulders. “I’m sorry, I love you and all but you’re driving me crazy. I’m gonna grab you a coffee since no one else is here yet.” She looked around the room, searching for a clock. “I should be back before the artists but if any of the other bridesmaids show up, I guess they can get started.”

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bbhyeoliskooks · 4 years

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… 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 …

You try not to get lost in Kai’s chocolate colors eyes during project time... obviously, you weren’t successful.

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Pairing: Kai x Reader (gender-neutral)

Genre: Overflowing cups of fluff

Warnings: None !! Other than a sickly amount of fluff

Song: Baby Love

(I wrote this during study hall, don’t @ me ///._./// Also, unedited !!)

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It was a bit shameful to be dramatic according to your standards, but you were desperate to leave this stuffy classroom. Especially with the blazing summer heat of August scorching the layers of your skin through the thin windows, you needed to get out of there, one way or another.

Normally, you’d be fine with it as long as there was air conditioning, but guess what? It wasn’t working because there was a problem from the pipes a level higher!

The teacher was just keeping the fan to himself, basking in the cool air that blew in his direction while he closed his eyes to drift off to sleep. How much you wanted to chuck that fan in frustration if you weren’t titled an excellent student.

You rolled your eyes, glancing at the grey ceiling up top.

At this point- almost 2 hours after dismissal, you just wanted to hop out of the window and take a run for it before the drowsy teacher got a chance to see you.

You were asking the heavens what you did to deserve all of this crap, begging them to take you out of this classroom in whatever way they could.

“Psst. Psst, Y/N!”

Teeth clenching, you turned over to see one of your group partners with a pencil grasped tightly in between his fingers. His name was Kai and you knew a tiny bit of information from him despite being in the same class.

Let’s just say that you had a little thing for guys like him.

A boy who’s charming, handsome, as well as smart was an A plus in your book, but there was something that stood out to you the most. He made you laugh when your morning was terrible- like if you were running late or something, he wouldn’t stop bugging you until he saw that bright grin of yours.

Like a soulmate, he always knew when you were feeling blue. Those days, you would spill all your troubles and conflicts that you couldn’t wrap around your head and he’d gladly give advice. To your surprise, everything would work out just the way you wanted even if you couldn’t believe yourself. You knew that he did anyway, much more than you ever could.

He was inexplicably sweet as sugar to you, and you were extremely grateful that you were fortunate enough to meet someone like him in your grade.

You slightly smiled, glancing at his soft, curly locks that covered his forehead. He was probably sweating too, but was lucky enough to cover it with his hair. “Yes, Hyuka?”

He pointed over at the teacher who had totally fallen asleep in his wooden chair. You sighed in relief, placing your things to the desk where Kai was across of. Thank gosh, he’d be able to help you for a little with this assignment before you walked home alone.

You gently tugged on his arm, wondering nervously if he would pull away from your grip.

Thankfully, he only beamed, inching closer to you with his metal chair so he could sit on the opposite side. “I don’t mean to bother you, but could you please help me with our project? I’m confuzzled- I mean, confused.” Internally, you shouted at yourself for being too obviously anxious in front of your... crush.

“Ah, I can help you-” you involuntarily clamped your hand over his mouth in surprise at how loud he was. Your eyes darted over to the teacher who stirred a bit, still supposedly remaining in dream land.

Putting your index finger in front of your lips as a sign to be quiet, you snickered thinking of how faster it would be to get everything done if you had someone next to you.

“Okay, now that we’ve gotten that settled... I could use a little bit of help?” You threw on an awkward grin to which he returned, tenderly taking the paper crinkled in between your fingers.

The boy looked through it, slowly nodding his head for a few seconds.

His words seemingly turned incoherent, becoming blurs of murmurs while you gazed deeply into his honeyed eyes, taking notice of the luminous glimmer hidden in between as he shot glances at you.

Kai stopped talking once he realized that your mind was on something else other than him.

Didn’t you need his help for a project? He immediately burst out laughing, before covering his mouth in alarm. He expected you to say something, yet you were still stuck in a daydream, hands pressed up against your cheeks as if you were expecting exciting.

“Um, Y/N? What are you thinking of to be distracted from me?”

Of course you didn’t think before you spoke, blurting out the only thing that flashed through your mind.

“You!”

“M-me?!”

Wait a second... What did you say? An expression of realization specked your face, and you groaned, comprehending what caused him to be surprised. Why in the damn hell did you say that?

You slapped yourself harshly on the forehead while he stammered quietly in shock. Gosh, now you didn’t have a chance! You just made it as clear as day that you like him and now he probably hates you! Good job... for losing the relationship you could’ve had.

You rushed out an embarrassed apology towards him.

“I’m so sorry! You know I didn’t mean to say any of that nonsense.”

‘Wow, what an absolute embarrassment,’ you thought as you covered your face with the hard cover book on the side. He surely thinks you’re strange now if he didn’t before.

Kai’s heart was beating on the other side, loving how bold and honest you were when you answered him. He never expected that of you, but he couldn’t lie! He enjoyed it more than anything.

The boy peeked out from above the book, and you tightly shut your eyes knowing that he was going to tease you endlessly about the situation.

Instead, what came out of his mouth was a pleasant surprise.

“Hey... do you want to go for some ice cream after this? Or will you still be thinking of me?”

Crimson blossomed across your puffed up cheeks, and you choked out a yes, scratching the back of your neck to seem calm. It didn’t go well as planned and you rushed up from your seat with him, your legs weak as jelly.

He chuckled softly, before leaning down to boop your nose with his pinky finger. “Well, let’s go before the teacher gets us. I guess a yes is more than good enough to pay back what you owe me.”

꒰•ི̫͡ુ•ྀૂ꒱꒰•ི̫͡ુ•ྀૂ꒱꒰•ི̫͡ુ•ྀૂ꒱꒰•ི̫͡ુ•ྀૂ꒱

Posted: 8/30/20- Added to Queue

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