#All it took for me to realize it was a lil fancy makeup and pretty elf clothes & I think that says something about me

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Deleted Scene 2- Love at First Grade (18+)

drabble warnings: fluff. that’s all. oh it’s so sticky sweet

request: the wedddinnggg???? omg avery and becca would be so adorable with excitement (here’s the ask)

a/n: you asked, now i’m delivering! hope y’all enjoy this lil drabble of their wedding 

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“Becca, Avery. For the last time the two of you need to sit still so these nice ladies can finish your hair.”

“Yes, Nanaaaaaaaaa,” the two feisty eight and nine year olds spoke sweetly in unison as they batted their eyes at Winnie. Winnie merely cut her eyes at the two, trying to figure out if they would actually listen this time, before walking away. Avery and Becca giggled as the ladies rushing around the room trying to finish up last minute hair and makeup barely paid them any mind as they wrapped up with the girls.

“Psssst, Avery. Mama said we can get candy if we’re good….and I think we’ve been good…wanna go find some candy?” Becca whispered as if not to catch the attention of the adults in the room. You were sitting in the chair now, being doted on by Winnifred and your mother as the cosmetologists finished working on your hair and makeup, Bex, Wanda and Natasha oohing over your dress in the corner. The girls were alone, relatively speaking, for the first time all day.

Avery pressed her lips together, trying to think if she had actually been good or if she just wanted candy, but the latter thought won out by convincing her of the former. The wedding was another hour away, not that the two girls had any way of telling time nor were they about to ask. So they did what relatively unsupervised children do, they snuck out the open door. Becca and Avery giggled when they realized none of the adults had even seen them leave, as they took off down the hallway in bare feet and matching pajamas. The first door they found was the bathroom, but it was the fanciest bathroom either of them had ever set foot in. Gilded mirrors and fancy tile had the girls dancing and singing like they were in a Barbie Princess movie. It only took a few minutes of goofing off before they remembered the task at hand, and they left the fancy bathroom behind in search of candy.

A few more doors, a few storage closets, another bathroom. Still no luck. When they rounded the corner and found the stair well, they decided they might as well check the other floors. One floor and four tested doors later the girls were in for a surprise. But it wasn’t candy. No. It was…

“UNCLE STEVE!?”

“Becca…Avery…what are you two doing down here?” Steve questioned from where he sat in the suite, obviously confused and concerned as to why the two girls were wandering around the venue on their own. His question didn’t have time to be answered however because the door to the bathroom was opening up and revealing a very anxious ball of energy, concerned as hell about his tie and if it was the right length or not.

“Steve, I swear for the life of my I can’t remember if this tie is supposed to be this long, or if it’s supposed to be shorter. The dimple looks like it’s off-center, I look a me-,” Bucky rambled, still not noticing the girls until they released their twin shrieks like a banshee call.

“DADDY!!!!!!!!!” “PAPA!!!!!!!” Becca and Avery squealed as their eyes landed on Bucky in his suit. His attention was grabbed immediately, but before he could even ask the girls how they’d gotten there they were running full speed and flinging themselves into his arms. 

“You look so handsome!” “We haven’t seen you all day!” “Mama looks beautiful, did you know that!?” On and on the girls squealed and rambled until Bucky could finally find the words he was looking for.

“You know it’s so good to see you girls, and wow do you both look so pretty with your hair all nice and ready…but…you’re not in your dresses…and there’s no adult here besides Uncle Stevie…how did you end up here?” Bucky questioned so as not to sound angry but at least the slightest bit concerned. The giggles stopped almost immediately as the girls realized their search for candy was likely at an end. Neither of them answered Bucky, but their silence was answer enough. He let out a sigh and squeezed the girls tight before heading into the bathroom for his phone. As he was about to call his mother, he was receiving one from her instead.

“Hey ma,” Bucky started but was immediately cut off by his mother’s frantic voice going on and on about the girls and not being able to find him, but Bucky was able to calm her down as he let her know that he had them safe and sound if she wanted to come pick them up and get them ready. At the sound that the girls had been found, it was like everyone on his mother’s side of the phone call let out a deep breath as she thanked him and promised to send Bex to pick them up. After hanging up the phone, Bucky looked down at Becca and Avery but each of them were offering him a small look of wide eyes and sad faces.

“Girls, you scared your mama and Nana and Grammies and all your aunties. Wanna tell me what you were doing walking around the place by yourself and not telling anyone where you were going?” 

Avery spoke up, “we were just looking for candy, Papa. All the ladies were done with us and mama said if we were good we would get candy.” Her voice wobbled a little bit and Bucky knew that she was seconds from crying at the stress and fear they’d accidentally given everyone today, Becca, meanwhile, merely nodded her head in agreement but refused to make eye contact with Bucky. Heaving out another sigh, he pulled the girls close and made them promise to apologize to you the second they got back in their room. And that they wouldn’t get candy for this because of their actions; however, he did promise them cake if they behaved the rest of the day. And everybody knows that cake trumps candy all the time.

When Bex arrived to pick up the girls she also told them how much their disappearance scared everyone and how you were on the verge of tears when you had looked around, and they were nowhere to be seen. Both Becca and Avery’s lips wobbled that time, Bucky could tell they didn’t like the idea that they had upset you, so he sent them off with Bex to apologize and get ready for the wedding.

When the girls arrive back in the room you wrapped them each into a tight hug. You apologized to them for not paying as much attention to them this morning and they apologized for leaving without telling an adult where they were going or what they wanted. Not much longer and everyone was dressed, the girls were calling you a princess, and you were walking down an aisle scattered with flowers, your father on your arm guiding you toward your husband. The moment Bucky laid eyes on you his world stopped. His heart thudded dangerously loud in his ears, his eyes pricked hot with tears, and his mouth had a mind of its own as it damn near dropped to the floor at the sight of you. One tear dropped from his eyes, then two, then three. Until Bucky was being nudged in the side by Steve, offering him a handkerchief and a smirk that said “I-told-you-so.” When your hand was put in his, Bucky felt his heart soar and when you were proclaimed husband and wife, he claimed your lips in a heated kiss, a few wolf whistles thrown out by Tony and Sam and twin “ewes!” By the girls were the only things pulling him back to the present. The glint in your eye was proof that he’d have more of that later on.

The reception went off without a hitch. The girls behaved wonderfully the rest of the night and got the first slices of cake. As the night wore on and bedtime slowly crept upon them, they got more clingy. Throughout the night the girls had gone from dancing with the two of you, to dancing with Steve and Sam, to Sam and Nat, to Morgan Stark. Towards the end, the four of you danced slowly with Avery and Becca both in Bucky’s arms, enclosed in a little huddle as you all swayed to the music. The girls’ eyes were getting heavier and you both knew it was almost time to send them on to bed with Grammie. Becca provided you with a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek as she sighed, “I love you, mama” and Avery did the same to Bucky. The little pieces of affection enough to make you want a million more kids. 

When the kids and the grandparents left the music turned a little more…inappropriate and so did the dancing. Eventually, the music wound down once more and a few more slow songs played for the night to end. Bucky was holding you tight, singing along to the words of the song talking about love and the future, his lips brushing against your ear and sending bolts of electricity through your body. When you looked into his eyes, they were sparkling with happiness. He bent down to capture your lips in a kiss, slow and languid. Sweet and soft with a hint of a promise of what was to come. When he broke the kiss, Bucky looked like he was about to say something but your attention was pulled to something just over his shoulder. Your eyes widened and you damn near poked a hole through his chest to get him to focus on something else.

“You think he finally wisened up and asked her!?” you whispered in excitement, pulling Bucky’s attention to the other side of the dance floor where Wanda and Steve danced closely to one another, their eyes completely locked on their partner and nobody else in the room. Bucky snorted in response, the day Steve Rogers ever bucked up the courage to talk a pretty girl into dancing with him was the day that pigs would fly.

“Come on, you know it was Wanda that did that. Steve gets flustered just by being in her general vicinity,” Bucky teased, making you giggle in response. Wanda had been flirting with Steve ever since that night at Obsidian, and Steve had…tried to flirt back a number of times. But it didn’t matter how often Steve crashed and burned in his attempts with Wanda, she always found them endearing, a promise she’d made to you multiple times over the years. Wanda’s crush on Steve had only grown as the years passed, and so had Steve’s crush on Wanda. At every possible moment, you and Bucky and Sam had schemed to get the two of them more…involved. It seemed that a wedding was just the push they needed.

“Mmmm, well I hope he realizes sooner rather than later that she likes him just as much as he likes her. They look so happy together,” you sighed dreamily, resting your head on Bucky’s chest as he continued to sway the two of you to the music. 

“Hmm, and what about you, Mrs. Barnes? Are you happy?” Bucky teased, using your married name for the first time since the officiant declared it so. 

In response, you lifted your head from Bucky’s chest, a small grin growing on your lips, as you pressed them deeply to his. Only breaking the kiss long enough to whisper against his lips, “Immensely so, Mr. Barnes."

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I’m Not Gay -- Sam Winchester x Male!reader

I'm Not Gay — Sam Winchester x male!hunter!reader

Part One / Part Two

Description: Forced out of his motel room by his sister when she and a stranger burst through the door playing tongue wars, (Name) decides to go for walk, where he runs into Sam, tall, handsome, smart, and no, (Name) definitely doesn’t like guys, I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Warning: Some internalized homophobia, references to sex, and some cussing. Supernatural-themed gore and violence (they fight vampires)

Genre: Fluff, I guess? A bit of angst in there somewhere probably, too, since I have no self control.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Male!Reader

A/N: I have no idea what the fuck this is. This is such a crack fic. Reader has a sister named Lidia, for reasons that I do not know.

Words without A/N: 2483

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"You sure you don't wanna come with, (name)?"

"No, Lidia, I'm just gonna stay here and research. 'Sides, socializing is for psychopaths."

Lidia (Last name); ninety-three pounds of redheaded sarcasm, anger issues, and badassery. Also my sister, senior to me by four years ("and three months, (name)!") Also, also, a total extrovert with a thing for trying to force her introverted little brother to socialize. Disgusting.

"C'mon, (nickname), you need to get laid! I could totally find you a pretty, butch boy and—"

"Lidia, for the last time, I'm not gay!"

For the last several years, my darling, amazing, delightful (taste the sarcasm?) big sis has been living under the (totally unfounded) belief that I am a homosexual. I don't know where she seems to have gotten that notion, as I am not. (Summer camp doesn't count, dammit!)

"Mhm, keep tellin' yourself that, lil' bro. But, fine, if you won't come with me–" she dramatically picked herself up from the seat where she'd been fancying up her makeup–"I guess I'll just have to go without you. How terrible, little old me, scared and alone, walking down the road after dark without someone to protect me," she pouted.

"Oh, ha ha, very funny. We both know you could kick anyone who tried to bother you's ass without even looking."

Giggling, she picked up her bag (and a few blades) and turned towards the door. Looking back at me one more time, she gave me a middle-fingered salute before about-facing and heading through to the outside.

"See ya later, loser," she called back before the door closed all the way.

Even though she was already gone, I still mumbled a quiet "punk" under my breath after her, before setting off to start my research.

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Three hours, several coffee refills, a few dead ends, and one (minor) mental break down later, I was really no closer to finding the thing we were hunting, and there was a crash outside the hotel door.

Lidia had been out for a while, there was a chance it was just her returning from whatever bar she had gone to, shit faced and unable to walk correctly, therefore knocking something into the door or the like, or, my least favorite option, it was something supernatural or other here to kill me.

Moving to grab a gun, I silently stalk towards the window beside the door. There's a few more dull thuds on the door, and some odd, wounded-animal type noise comes through the wood. Cautiously, I move the curtain a few centimeters, just enough to peer through without being spotted.

There, pushed up against the door, is my sister, some idiot attached to her at the lips, with hands going places I'd rather not think about when it comes to my sibling.

Grimacing, I turn around, shove my gun into the waistline of my jeans, and move to quickly grab my laptop and a few books. Maybe if I hurry I can get out of here before they actually start fucking, this time.

Hurrying towards it, the door suddenly opens, and in spills a very shirtless (and totally not attractive, what?) man, and my sister, who was now working on pulling her bra off. They shuffle towards one of the beds, and somewhere in the back if my head I register that its my bed that they're going towards as I awkwardly move around them, trying not to alert them of my presence. I didn't wanna deal with that conversation again.

Finally getting all the way to the door, I carefully pulled it open as not to bother the two, and backed out of the doorway. Glancing up, I got a full view of Lidia's tit before I managed to actually get out of the door.

I quietly closed the door, making sure that the click of the hinges was quiet enough that it wouldn't disturb the couple inside.

Pausing for a second, I couldn't help the dramatic shiver that rattled my body.

"That is-- that is far more of her than I ever needed to see," I winced.

Turning to go find a place to settle down while my sister and the stranger... did their thing, I came face-to-face with a brick wall. Well, more face-to-chest, actually, and brick wall wasn't quite right, I guess. He was closer to a tank. Even at the few paces away from me that he stood, he still seemed incredibly tall. Long-ish brown hair curled around his ears, and his face was undoubtedly attractive. A small smile (that I definitely did not find adorable, I don't know what you're talking about, I'm totally, definitely, one hundred percent straight) tugged at full lips and his eyes stared down at me questioningly. I could feel an ugly blush climbing up my neck.

"Uh– heh, uhm, my, my– uh my–" my awkward stuttering was cut off when the man huffed a small laugh, and spoke.

"You must be the brother."

...

"Heh?" His smile only broadened at my perplexed stare and he took a few steps closer to me. I couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated by the guy's humongous stature, though his face seemed innocent and kind enough. Still, in my line of work, you can never be too careful. I instinctively felt my hand reach for the gun still hidden in my waistband.

"In, uh, in there," he pointed lightly at the door I'd just come out of, "my brother, he's the one with your sister. She was talking about a brother at her motel, I, uh, I guess that'd be you," he finished off, trailing out slightly as he realized he had nothing more to say. It was his turn to blush.

I let myself relax slightly, I didn't think he was so much of a threat anymore.

Smiling slightly, I couldn't not let my eyes glance over him.

Uh, in as purely heterosexual way, obviously.

His shoulders were stupidly broad, and under his denim coat I was sure there had to lay muscle. Before, when I said he was tall, I don't think you really got the full picture. The awning thing that came off the front of the hotel to protect anyone on the sidewalk was probably your standard seven foot high roof; this guys head was only a few inches under it. He was huge. His face was young, but had a whisper behind it that said that he'd seen some things someone his age generally didn't. The dimples on either side of that blindingly bright smile made him just so much more attractive, and I couldn't not find him cute. (Once again, in a totally hetero way, I'm really, definitely, completely Not Gay.)

Figuring that I couldn't stand there and gawk any longer without coming off as creepy, I finally spoke up.

"Uh, yeah, Lidia. And your brother. That was–" I shuddered slightly, "–that was a sight I never needed to see."

He chuckled slightly and took a few steps closer to me. I was still a bit wary, but I let him come closer without pulling a gun on him, anyway.

"Yeah, no, it's not pleasant. He's done the same thing to me before."

I blanched up at him (damn, he really is tall) and thought to the scene that was unraveling right inside the door. Didn't he say he was his brother? I mean, to each your own, but damn—

"No! No, not—" he cut off my train of thought, growing redder by the second. He took a few more steps forward until he was right in front of me, holding his hands up in surrender. "I mean— I meant barging into the room with a partner while I was still there like that, not-not that he's—not that he's done, done that—" I cut him off, wanting to end the poor babbling disasters misery.

Cracking a smile, I laugh gently at him and reach out to touch his arm and make him pause.

"Oh-oh, its okay, calm down man, I getcha, I getch—"

MOAN

My sisters pleasured voice cut me off and made me freeze up, my face burning red.

"Nope, nope, nopety nope nope nope, can we please go anywhere else and continue this conversation? Literally anywhere, oh my fuck, oh my—" I started walking before he could say anything, not wanting to have to suffer through another sound like that.

He chuckled again as I passed him and quickly caught up to me, reaching out to gently grab my arm before I got to far.

"My, uh– we could hang out in my room for a while. 'Till they're, ya know, done," he grimaced and nodded his head towards the room to the direct right of ours. He hadn't seemed dangerous so far, so I mean, why not?

I nodded hesitantly and let the man lead me into the room, noting the fact that his hand didn't leave my arm until the very last second.

He let me in first and closed the door softly behind us. I have never been so thankful that these walls were thicker than any other motel's walls in existence. If I focused hard enough, I could almost imagine that the faint moaning was just sound coming from the little box TV.

The room was set up pretty much the same as ours. The same, mildewy wallpaper, two twin sized mattresses on either side of the room with the same pale comforter tucked around a paper pillow. A few littler things did stick out to me, though. The pre packed buggout bags sitting right at the end of both beds, the laptop that sat on the bedside table with a bunch of papers laying haphazardly around it, a half-drank coffee cup sitting beside it. The scene seemed oddly familiar.

"My, uh," the man's voice cut off my searching eyes, "my name's Sam, by the way. I don't think I said that before." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and I definitely didn't find it cute. At all. Nope.

Sam. It fit him. I like it.

Smiling up at him, (and totally not noticing how his frame would almost take up the entire door frame that he stood beside) I opened my mouth to respond, only to be cut off again by a crash from the room next door and an even louder moan. I grimaced, the awkwardly smiled up at him once again.

"I'm (name), it's, uh, it's nice to meet ya?" How do people socialize again?

"Uh, yeah, nice to meet you, too." Well that's reassuring, at least he seems just about as nervous as I am.

He stepped forward a bit and awkwardly held his hand out to me, which I accepted with a small, close-lipped smile. The moment our skin made contact, I genuinely didn't want to let go. The warmth of his overly-large hand was intoxicating, and his touch made me oddly giddy.

Looking up into his eyes, I found, was a total mistake. A stunning mixture of smokey hazel and green, small flecks of honey dotted his iris'. His eyes seemed so deep. Seemed so much older than they really were, once again, like he'd seen far more in his life than an average man his age could ever claim. Not to be dramatic or anything, but he was absolutely captivating.

I don't really know how long we sat there and stared at each other, but by the time I finally realized how weird it probably was, and forced myself to look away, I was starting to feel a bit light headed. Let's blame that on lack of sleep and an excess of coffee, and not on whatever was causing my stomach to flutter so dangerously as it was.

"Heh," I looked down towards our feet, my face flushing dramatically. I'm sure by now I'm about as red as a baboons ass, and only flushing redder as I realized that he was still holding my hand.

"Uh-uhm, so, uh, Sam--" I stuttered pathetically, focussing on the hand that still held mine until he awkwardly let go. "--what, uh, what do you do for a living?"

And so the night kicked off just like that. Soon enough, we were both sat cross legged on the bed, sharing stories (all the ones that I could think of that didn't involve murder or monsters) and trading memories. I learned that he had planned to be a lawyer, and was almost done with his course when some unmentioned family drama popped up, and he had to take a sudden leave. I found out that he traveled for work with his brother (a sentence that seemed suspiciously familiar) and that he loved to read. He told me how his girlfriend had died in some terrible house fire only a few months before (my heart definitely didn't freeze up at the fact that he had a girlfriend, shut up) and that he still had nightmares about her. We talked for hours, and, unlike with most people, I never once got bored of it.

I really don't know how long we sat there and chatted, but, by the time the doorframe to the room was vomiting up a sweaty and slightly-drunk older brother, my eyes had started to sag with exhaustion.

"Wa-Sam-Who's this?" Dean (Sam had spoken of him frequently over the evening) slurred slightly, gazing at me with an almost accusatory look. Before I had the chance to respond, Sam was already up and talking, standing between us almost protectively.

"(Name). He's, uh, he's the little brother of the girl you...were with, tonight." He seemed uncertain at exactly what he was saying, but he got the point across.

Being as he was still standing guard in front of me like he was (why on earth was he doing that?), Dean had to lean around him to look at me, which made Sam fidget nervously, for some reason.

"Dean--"

"(Name), you should probably be headed back, it's getting kinda late and I'm sure your sisters wondering where you're at," Dean cut his brother off, leaning further around Sam to look at me. Not gonna lie, he kinda scared me. Standing, I moved to grab the things I'd escaped the room with earlier, and headed for the door, turning back to beckon Sam a good night, I caught sight of them staring at eachother like they were having a silent argument, and just darted out the door, instead of saying anything. Maybe we'd meet again one day.

The air was cold, and it had gotten very dark in the time that I was hidden away in the room with Sam. I walked briskly back to my own room, opened the door with my key, and hesitantly poked my head in, not wanting to wake my sister if she'd fallen asleep.

"So there  you are, (nickname), out getting some dick, were you?"

Ugh.

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also do the "wanna go out w me sometime" one for kyman thanks sis

nah thank you bb :-) ok im doin this one first to get the writin juices flowin heh

yay drag cartman…. lil bit inspired by lais fic ;)

When Kyle agreed to help Cartman break up Stan and Craig, South Park’s newest and strangest young couple, he hadn’t thought it would turn into a fiasco. Maybe he should’ve had the foresight to anticipate Cartman’s antics, but as it was, when Cartman had bitched about Craig and Tweek being soulmates and Craig being an entire idiot for dumping him, and Kyle had agreed that Stan deserved better than being a rebound for some aloof alternative space nerd like Craig, and Cartman had proposed they break them up, Kyle had immediately accepted without much thought. Cartman was good at schemes like that; surely he could find a way to split them easily enough. 

Kyle was an idiot for that, because Cartman could never do things “easily enough” - he just had to turn a simple little mission into a completely over-the-top and often disastrous performance, with unnecessarily extravagant costumes and everything.

So that’s how he ended up in a booth in the nicest restaurant in town, wearing his finest suit, which he hasn’t touched since his cousin Eli’s bar mitzvah last May. Thankfully it still fits, though it’s a little restrictive. Across from him is one Eric Cartman who is, of course, inexplicably in drag; a floor length deep blue evening dress, sparkly silver makeup, and a sleek blonde wig. He looks amazing, and Kyle resents him for it.

“We’ll be noticed less if we look like your average straight couple,” Cartman had explained, when Kyle had picked him up from his house and given him a look of barely contained annoyance and contempt. Then he’d said, “Oh, this almost feels like prom!” and tried to get Kyle to escort him to the car, and eventually got his way by saying, “If this is how you treat women, I can see why none of them wanna date you.” Kyle had grudgingly linked arms with him after that, and walked him down to the car - even opened the door for him, though Cartman didn’t even really need help; he could walk perfectly fine in his heels, he just liked to be irritating.

So now they’re in the booth, and Kyle’s leg won’t stop bouncing. Craig and Stan are two tables away, both wearing suits and looking like they’re playing dress up. Stan’s blabbing enthusiastically about something, and Craig looks a little bored, but he’s nodding along, prodding at a salad. Cartman had anonymously left a free reservation - how he’d acquired it, Kyle was scared to ask - in Stan’s mail box: “Congratulations! This is a ticket to a free dinner for two on Saturday September 7th, at 8 PM at our fine eatery!” as well as some finer print details, including the lie that it’d been won from a randomized lottery. It’d been addressed to Stan himself, because Cartman figured Randy might try to steal it for him and Sharon. Stan had gushed about it at school, about how he wanted to treat his mom to dinner as a late birthday present, and while Kyle thought that was immensely sweet of him and felt pretty bad about it, he’d had to dissuade him from taking her. “It’s a romantic type of place,” he’d said, feeling like a real shitty friend. “People are gonna think-” and then Kenny had helpfully pitched in, “-that your mom’s a cougar, bro!” That was all it took for Stan to decide he’d take someone else, and from there, Kyle had gently planted the idea that Stan should take his new boyfriend. 

So there they were, at a table for two.

“Dark and dark don’t go together,” Cartman’s saying, frowning disapprovingly. He keeps eyeing the bread sticks, but he hasn’t touched them, probably for fear of messing his lipstick up. “Craig needs Tweek, for, like, contrast, you know? Blonde and black. It works. You can’t have two yangs.”

“The yin is the black one,” Kyle says boredly, just to correct him, though he doesn’t know for sure. “What about Token and Nichole?”

“That’s different.” Cartman waves a hand. “Craig and Stan - have you heard that thing about white gays, uh, dating their own lookalikes? That’s - yeah, that’s Craig and Stan.”

“They don’t look alike,” Kyle frowns. “Craig’s all angular and, like, lithe, or whatever, and Stan’s kinda softer and - and wider, like. He’s sturdy. Different body types, dude. Their faces are super different, too.”

“You sound gay as fuck right now, and I’m the one in drag.”

“Shut the hell up, Cartman. You didn’t have to be in drag, that was all you.”

Cartman quirks an arched brow at Kyle - if the redhead knew anything about makeup, he’d know that Cartman had glued his own eyebrows down, put foundation over them, and redrawn higher arches to achieve the alluring look he wanted; he’d learned a lot from all his hours of watching Drag Race. Kyle, however, is ignorant as hell, so he’s dumbfounded as to how Cartman pulled the look off, but incredibly irritated by how it’s impressive and almost endearing to him, that Cartman’s so good at passing as a girl. He’s a pretty one, too, all soft angles and gentle curves, his naturally pouty lips even poutier with the help of overdrawn lip liner and the pale pink of the lipstick he’s got on.

“I like being pretty,” Cartman explains simply, and Kyle scowls at him because of course he knows how good he looks. Smug bastard.

Kyle’s facing away from Craig and Stan’s table, because Cartman doesn’t look anything like himself from far away, but Kyle’s not wearing anything to disguise himself, other than the uncharacteristic suit; he’d be instantly recognizable if they saw his face, so he can’t risk it. So though he occasionally risks glances back, he’s mostly watching Cartman watch them, as he pretends to look at his menu - and no, Kyle’s not grateful for the excuse to stare at Cartman. He’s getting more and more anxious the longer he looks at him, because he looks like a very pretty girl and it’s confusing Kyle indefinitely. It’s still Cartman, he tells himself firmly. 

He’s so busy convincing himself that he absolutely can’t find Cartman attractive, that he almost misses the panic in his eyes. 

“What?” Kyle asks, starting to turn, but Cartman reaches out and grabs him, press-on red nails digging into Kyle’s forearm.

“They’re walking over here!”

“Fuck!”

“Quick, kiss me!” 

“What? No!”

“They’ll recognize us from this close, Kahl!”

Kyle wants to argue, wants to come up with an alternative, anything but pressing his lips to Cartman’s, but they’re getting closer and he doesn’t have time - he grabs Cartman’s wrist and pulls him closer, tilting his head to the side and kissing him as chastely as he can - he refuses to let this be remotely passionate. The softly curly bangs of Cartman’s wig fall over both their faces, which is good; it’ll hide them. 

Kyle tries to count in his head - ten seconds, he thinks, that should be good, they’ll be gone by then and I can pull away - but he gets to three before he becomes hyper-aware of the way Cartman’s lips feel against his own. He doesn’t want to think too hard about it, he really doesn’t, but it’s hard to ignore the glossy feel, how he smells faintly of strawberries, how his lips are warm and plush, just like the few girls Kyle’s been lucky enough to kiss. But this isn’t a girl, this is Cartman - and yet, somehow, when it’s been far longer than ten seconds, Kyle can’t bring himself to pull away. Part of him, the pre-installed horny teen that sits in the back of his mind and yells at him constantly for being more focused on school than getting laid, wants to deepen the kiss, wants to move closer to Cartman, who’s overwhelmingly soft and warm and pretty - but then someone clears their throat and Kyle pulls away, wide-eyed and disoriented.

It’s Kenny, and he’s grinning like a mad man. “Oh man,” he says merrily. “Oh man! Fuckin’ incredible!”

Kyle wants to ask what the hell Kenny is doing at a fancy place like this, but the waiter outfit he’s wearing answers his unspoken question. “Don’t tell anyone,” he says instead, quietly, glaring hard so Kenny knows he means business.

Kenny grins at him cryptically, winks at Cartman, then walks away with a joyous spring in his step.

“You’re a bastard,” Kyle says to Cartman, who looks, for once in his life, genuinely at a loss for words. “Kenny’s gonna tell everybody, and every kid in school will know you and I kissed - hell, it won’t take long for our parents to find out! Everyone will think I’m gay, and they’re gonna think I’m gay with you of all fucking people - you know how pissed my mom is gonna be? Not ‘cause I’m gay, and I’m not! I - I don’t even know what I am, but now people are gonna assume I am, and I won’t even get to have that to myself - fuck, my mom’s gonna be pissed because it’s you. Of all the eligible bastards, she’ll think I wanted you.”

Cartman’s looking at him with a strange mix of confusion and something akin to desire, freaky as that is. “You, uh - okay, bad timing, but do you wanna go out sometime?”

Kyle raises his eyebrows at him. “Are you fucking insane?”

“For you, babe, probably,” Cartman says smoothly. He pushes a curl of hair out of his face and bites his lip, trying for seductive, and Kyle’s genuinely angry that he has some irritating horrible terrible absolutely and completely subconscious desire to kiss him again. 

Kyle looks away before he can get more upset. “We didn’t split up Stan and Craig, and now Kenny thinks we’re dating. This night couldn’t have gone any worse, and it’s all your fault. Why do you have to do things so outlandishly? We could’ve done literally anything else to get them to break up. But no, you just had to trick me into going on a date with you-” Then it dawns on Kyle, that that’s what this was all about in the first place. Craig and Stan were an afterthought; Cartman wanted an excuse to be with Kyle.

Cartman seems to realize that Kyle’s figured this out, because he has the nerve to look embarrassed. “It was perfect, Kahl,” he says quietly. “How was I supposed to pass up an opportunity like this?”

Kyle feels a rush of different and harshly conflicting emotions - irritation, a flash of hatred, betrayal, irritation again, anger, then something like desire, and passion, and that damn urge to kiss him again.

He squeezes his eyes shut and takes a few deep breaths. Then he stands up quickly and says, “Let’s go. We’re leaving.”

“Wait, now that my lipstick’s already smudged, I want some bread sticks-”

“Let’s go,” Kyle repeats, tugging on Cartman’s arm.

Cartman lets Kyle pull him to his feet, briefly rocking back and forth in his off brand Louie V heels. Now devoid of a reason to hide his crush on Kyle, he smiles happily and says, “You’re lucky I like it rough. Any other girl might slap you for being so rude.”

“You’re not a girl.” Kyle throws a tip down on the table, despite not having ate, and starts pulling Cartman toward the exit. He doesn’t know where Stan and Craig went, or even why they left, but he’s not thinking about them right now.

“No, I’m not, and that scares you, doesn’t it? Poor widdle baby Kahl, having his first gay panic-”

Kyle turns on him and bares his teeth, ignoring the fact that they’re being stared at. “I would shut the fuck up if I were you,” he growls, without thinking about it, but immediately regrets it when Cartman’s eyes go half-lidded. He can handle homoerotic overtones with a rival - but not with someone who so clearly is into him and who, terrifyingly, Kyle’s admittedly hot for himself.

Cartman goes silent, though, blissfully, as Kyle leads them out of the restaurant. 

Once they’re outside, where it’s fairly empty other than an extended family in the parking lot saying their goodbyes, Kyle turns on Cartman. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Cartman grins at him. He looks like the cat that got the cream - and he looks like that a lot, he’s a smug asshole who gets his way far more often than he deserves to, but this time, things are different, and worse yet, this time, Kyle wants to kiss that self-satisfied smile right off his stupid face. 

But that’s what Cartman wants, and Kyle won’t let him have it. 

So instead, he says, “Are you free this Friday?”

Cartman smiles. 

#kyman #my writing #answered #steidiz #this... is inspired by a family guy scene #do i care? no. we're passed that #also yay me i wrote a kiss!!! #i missed writing kyman this was fun yayyy

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It Started With a Song

Mobfell with Swapfell thrown in, Blackcherry

Amazing drawing of flapper Razz here

AO3

It's the 1920's. Alcohol is illegal, skirts are shorter, and this particular town is ruled by the Gaster Family mafia. In a speakeasy owned by them, two brothers makes a living performing. 

Wordcount: 5002

The piano began to play, and Razz took his place on the scene. The short flapper dress he was wearing swept around his legs, and he could feel members of the audience appraising him. They always did. It was practically a part of the job. Smiling at everyone beneath the stage, he grabbed the microphone, and when Slim hit the right tones on the piano, he began to sing.

The soft tunes carried out over the crowded room, climbing and dipping. The microphone turned warm in his hand. As the song floated around the bar, he studied today’s crowd. The usual rogues, mobsters in fancy suits, their spouses- His eyes widened, breath hitching. Slim threw him a concerned glance from beneath the stage as his voice trembled. Razz shook himself, forcing his voice back to normal. Forced the tunes to remain steady and beautiful. Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but stare at the three skeletons sitting by the biggest table, just beneath the chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

The Boss. The owner of this speakeasy, and the leader of the city’s most powerful mafia. Ruby red eyes glowed in the dark beneath the stage, staring at Razz. Their owner was wearing an amused smirk, as though he knew why he had stuttered. By his right, a skeleton his height sat, this one with orange eyelights, and by his left, a shorter, sturdier third skeleton was. This one didn’t sit as straight as the other two, instead leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. Didn’t make him any less intimidating, however. His eyes were bright crimson, and they, too, were settled on Razz from beneath a black hat brim. Staring straight into his own eyes, in fact. A huge grin covered his face, a single gold tooth shining in the faint light of the bar.

Swallowing, Razz broke the eye contact. He was trembling from adrenaline. This was the chance of a lifetime. The only chance he’d ever get, probably, to get out of the hell that was being a hired performed in a city like this. The song ended, and he inhaled deeply. If he impressed them, perhaps he could expect a permanent employment. Even a place like this was better than nothing. Subtly, he signed to Slim which song to play. When lively tones began to flow from the piano, he knew the other had understood.

He gripped the microphone harder, and sang.

Razz recoiled in shock, bumping into the wall behind him. He stared at the mobster who stood leaning against the same wall, grinning widely at him. He was one of the best dressed guests in the speakeasy, witnessing of his wealth. A completely black suit with a blood red vest, and a black hat with a hat band in the same red. In his left hand, he was holding a fat cigar. After a moment, Razz managed to collect himself. He couldn’t resist glaring at the other, but didn’t speak. Didn’t want to risk getting thrown out for being rude to the Boss’ brother.

“Hiya, dollface,” Red drawled, apparently not realizing he was too close for comfort. Or not caring. The latter was likelier, from Razz’s experience. “Loved yer singin’. Ya’ve got a good voice.”

Inhaling deeply, Razz studied the other closely. What did he want? If it was anything unsavoury, he’d get a fist to the face, no matter the consequences. Despite his suspicions, he smiled pleasantly and replied, “Thank you, sir.”

Nevertheless, he crossed his arms over his chest, grateful for the false sense of protection it gave. Waiting was awful, when the other didn’t speak for a moment. He would’ve preferred just to ask what the hell the other wanted, but that’d be stupid. Only as a last way out could he afford being less than pleasant. Going back to cleaning strangers’ houses for a few pennies an hour wasn’t an option. Absolutely not.

Razz threw a glance to the side. Despite his ability to throw a punch, he was acutely aware that he was in a very vulnerable position. Being a performer at these places wasn’t a safe occupation, not at all. No one looked this way. Not even his brother, who was preoccupied at the piano. Swing music drowned out most sounds. Wait. There was one pair of eyes on them. Gleaming red ones. The Boss. But he only seemed amused. There was no protection to get from there, of course. A shiver travelled up his spine.

“Calm down, darlin’,” Red suddenly said, startling him. He was smirking. “’M not gonna hurt ya. Promise. Just wanted to know yer name.”

Blinking, Razz told him it. He didn’t trust him for a second, but there was little harm in that, right? Anyway, if Red wanted to know it, he’d find out. He blinked again, staring after him, as Red grinned, tipped his hat politely, and left without another word.

Well. That was weird. After a few seconds, Razz shook himself and returned backstage. Whatever. Time to get his pay, wait for his brother to finish playing, and then get the hell out of here.

Holding his breath, Razz splashed water over his face before drying it off with a brown towel. The towel turned almost black from all the makeup he was wearing. Stars. He hated all those layers of it. It made his face feel smudgy. Nonetheless, it was what the audience wanted. And what they wanted, they got. It paid the bills, after all. The fabric was rough against his cheeks as he rubbed. In his lap, a second towel lied to catch any stray liquid or powder before it stained his robe.

Once he was done, he glanced into the dirty mirror in front of him. Like all performer’s dressing rooms in this sort of places, this one was the absolute minimum. The almost yellow mirror, a small makeup-table, a wardrobe. Nothing luxurious, nothing that was actually clean. Stained wallpapers, water-damaged ceiling. It had been a disappointment the first time he’d been in one. Nowadays, it was just how it was.

It knocked at the door, and after looking himself over, he stood. Sweeping the robe tighter closed, Razz went to open the door. His right hand went to the small switch-blade in his pocket. A small safety measure. A necessary one, at that. It wouldn’t be the first time someone tried to assault him. Emphasis on tried. No one ever expected a singer to be able to fight. Slipping the door open, just a little, Razz studied the person behind it. He sighed in relief, opening it entirely, he allowed Grillby to come in. The bartender was responsible for the speakeasy, and had this far been more gentlemanly than Razz expected. He nodded politely at his employer.

However, Grillby only took a single step inside, and handed him a letter. Humming in surprise, Razz opened it using a claw as letter knife. He raised an eyebrow at the elegant script as he began to read.

Best Mr. Serif, it said. It is obvious that you are an excellent singer and performer. Therefore, I would like to offer you employment in this very establishment. Permanently, of course. You may negotiate your pay with Grillby, but I assure you, you will find it satisfying. If you accept, your pianist will find himself employed as well. It was signed, Fell Gaster.

Unable to help himself, Razz slapped a hand before his mouth. He stared at Grillby, wide-eyed. The elemental wasn’t helpful, and only smirked in reply. The Boss himself had written him a letter of employment. The head of the Gaster family. When he’d hoped for employment if he impressed him, this was far beyond what he’d deemed realistic.

“So? Do you accept the offer?” Grillby asked him, grinning. His voice was amused, and this was only a formality. The elemental knew perfectly well that he would – even if he hadn’t hoped for this, only someone with a death wish would deny Fell Gaster anything. Shutting him mouth hard enough for his fangs to clack, Razz nodded.

“Of course, sir.”

“Did you get me employed?” Razz demanded, his arms crossed over his chest. Red twitched, turning around to stare at him. When he realized who it was, he grinned widely. When he cocked an eyebrow, Razz resisted the urge to sigh before adding, “Sir.”

Every night he’d performed, the other had been there. Grinning at him, winking, but never approaching. While Razz had been grateful for that at first, it had quickly become disconcerting. Red wanted something from him. He had no idea what, but there was no way the Boss’ brother had just decided to do this out of the kindness in his soul. Razz doubted he had any.

Red took a swing from his whiskey before smirking down at him. The crowd around them seemed to move away, out of respect or fear Razz wasn’t sure. “Sure did, dollface. Like I said, ya’ve got a good voice, an’ a pretty face. Perfect fer my bro’s lil’ establishment ‘ere. Can’t let ya run ta th’ rivals, can I?.”

Huh. That made a surprising amount of sense. More than Razz had expected. He nodded, and moved to leave. A hand grabbed his wrist, making him twist around in alarm. His soul pounded as he pulled, and Red let go off it with an amused chuckle. “Hey now, dollface. I said I wouldn’ hurt ya, didn I? I jus’ thought ‘t kinda rude ta jus’ leave like tha’.”

Rubbing his clothed wrist, Razz glared at him. That only seemed to make the other’s grin grow. In the corner of his eye, he suddenly found a red spot on the other’s cheek. As he stared at it, Red lifted a hand to the spot, drying it off with a finger. When he held it up, he let out a chuckle. “Well fuck. Thought I’d gotten ‘t all.”

He snapped his fingers, and seconds later one of the servers were by his side. After drying his fingers and cheek of on the server’s towel, he tilted his head as he watched Razz. “What, sweetheart? Scared of by a lil’ blood? Ya won’t survive in thi’ place fer long if tha’s th’ case.”

A flash of anger, and Razz spoke before he could think. “Certainly not, sir. I watched my parents being brutally murdered when I was fifteen. So I am certain I can handle it.”

Red stared at him, eyes wide in shock. Probably unused to someone speaking like that to him. Meanwhile, Razz wanted to die. Fucking hell. He hadn’t told anyone that, and now he just blurted it out to a goddamn Gaster. By the angel what was wrong with him? Much to his shock, Red’s face softened, ever so slightly.

“’M sorry, dollface,” he said, causing Razz to growl. Clenching his fists, he stuffed them into his suit pockets.

“Don’t be. It was ages ago, and not even your family.” He moved to leave, and this time Red didn’t stop him. It was true. It hadn’t been the Gasters. In fact, the family who had done it had been eliminated as the Gasters took power over Ebott City. The one good thing they’d ever done, outside of employing him and his brother. Razz gestured at his black suit. A much cheaper, ill-fitting version of the one Red was wearing. “As you can see, I need to change, and my show starts soon.”

Neither said anything else as he left.

When Razz left the stage, Red was leaning at the wall to his dressing room. He froze, panic making his breath hitch. His switchblade was inside, since the dress didn’t have pockets. He should go wait for his brother- no, Red had seen him. The mobster looked up from the metal orb he’d been throwing between his hands, smiling at him. Slowly, Razz made his way up to him, heels clicking against the wooden floor. Ready to scream, should it be needed.

Much to his relief, however, Red didn’t move to grab him. Not even touch. Or tried to get alone with him. Razz exhaled deeply as he watched him, waiting. In the background, he could still hear the jazz band playing. The other grinned, rubbing his neck. The motion was weirdly awkward, Razz thought. Almost as though he was embarrassed. But that definitely couldn’t be. What reason would Red have to be embarrassed around him?

“Hiya, dollface,” Red greeted, giving Razz a slight déjà vu of their first meeting. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for the reason he was there. “Great show, as always.”

“Thank you,” he replied stiffly, still confused. Why on earth was Red here? To be honest, every interaction with the other had been weird. At first, he’d just assumed the other wanted sex, and he still hadn’t ruled it out, but by now he was starting to wonder. Someone like Red would’ve just taken what he wanted, right? It wasn’t like Razz actually could stop him; not in here. Not in a speakeasy belonging to Red’s brother. No matter how much he’d like to think otherwise. He would just be deceiving himself.

“So, Razz,” Red continued, and he couldn’t help but boggle. It was the first time the other had used his name. He didn’t say anything else for a while. Impatient as he was, Razz cleared his throat. If the other wasn’t going to speak, could he go change perhaps? Red seemed to realize he was stalling – or whatever he was doing – and fished up a cigar from his pocket before continuing, “Would ya like ta go on a date wi’ me? Perhaps dinner an’ a movie, or sumthin’.”

Gaping in disbelief, Razz was silent for a moment. Then he let out a laugh of disbelief, slapping his hands for his mouth. Red just stared at him as he chuckled into his hands, chewing on the unlit cigar. The other had stuck his hands into his suit-pockets, and stopped leaning at the wall. He didn’t laugh. Razz blinked, ceasing. “Wait. You’re serious, sir?”

When Red nodded once, he couldn’t help but let out another chuckle, this one from pure disbelief. What the hell was the world coming to? Red was an asshole, sure, but he was a rich asshole. A powerful asshole. Razz… well. His and Slim’s rundown apartment witnessed of where they were in life. He considered the offer. Again, Razz was a douchebag. And it might just be a plan to use him, somehow. But it wasn’t like Red couldn’t do that anywhere. Perhaps he could at least get a nice dinner out of this.

Smirking, he nodded. “I accept.”

“Ye did what?” Slim’s voice was unusually loud. It took a lot to get him to raise his voice. Especially inside their apartment; the walls were thin and the landlady wouldn’t hesitate to throw them out if they were a disturbance. Generally, though, Slim was a soft-spoken individual. Therefore, Razz couldn’t help but huff at his exclamation.

“Accepted a date with Red Gaster, brother,” he repeated, sitting down on the armrest of their couch. He crossed his arms. “Not that you’ve got anything to do with it. That’s my life.”

“Ye’r gonnae be killed, Razz,” Slim nearly yelled. A loud knocking came from the wall, and he lowered his voice when he continued, “A Gaster, bro.”

Razz nodded sharply, and opened his mouth to reply. Before he could, however, it knocked on the door. Exchanging a gaze, they went to open. Together, for you never knew who it’d be. When Slim slid the door open, they were surprised to find a nicely dressed carrier outside. They gave them a distasteful gaze, but asked, “Is there a Razz Serif here?”

“That’s me,” Razz replied slowly, unsure why they were here. Those clothes were much too fine for these parts of the city. Without a word, the carried shoved the package they were holding into his arms and left. They stared after him.

Once he was gone, Razz let out a confused noise. Putting the package on the kitchen table, he carefully opened it. His eyes widened as he pulled out a black fur coat, and then a wine-red maxi flapper dress. In the corner of his mouth, he saw Slim stare at it with open mouth, and he shared the sentiment. What. The hell. A note fell out of the coat when he held it up. Picking it up, he read, Wear this. Red Gaster.

For a moment, he felt offended. How rude to order him around. Yet, when he turned to the dress again, he couldn’t help but smile. It was lovely. Nothing he could ever afford on his own. Smoothing out the fabric, he felt warm. Joy, he realized. That was what this feeling was. Stars, he’d always loved pretty things.

“Fine,” he murmured to himself. “I’ll wear it. But just because it’s beautiful.”

The night of the date arrived. They were going to eat dinner, and then go to the movie theatre, as Red had said. It’d be a restaurant of Red’s choice, of course. Normally Razz would’ve protested, but he realized that if they went to one of his regular places they’d be eating hamburgers at the corner. So this was probably for the best. Once Razz was dressed, however, he realized they hadn’t made up how and where to meet.

Watching himself in the mirror, he knew he couldn’t walk or take the bus to the speakeasy. In these clothes, it’d be an invitation to being robbed – at the very least. He couldn’t help but smile as he saw himself, though. Gorgeous. There was no other word for it. He wore the dress and coat, and a thin layer of makeup. He’d never been this beautiful before. No matter how this evening went, he’d cherish it forever.

Slim stuck in his head through his bedroom door. He looked bewildered, and scared. Razz gave him a concerned gaze, trying to see what was bothering him, but he quietly shook his head and pointed toward their combined kitchen and living room. Huffing, Razz followed him out. He didn’t get far, freezing in the door. In their living room, two well-dressed monsters in suits stood. And neither of them were Red.

Fell and Rus Gaster.

Swallowing, he took a tentative step forward. His heels clicked against the wooden floor. It caused the married couple to immediately turn his way, and Razz forced a polite smile on his face as he curtsied lightly. How else to greet the most powerful monsters in town, he had no idea. An amused chuckle came from the orange-eyed skeleton.

“Don’t worry,” he said. His voice was gentle, and he smiled at Razz. He seemed almost out of place next to the other, pointier skeleton. “I know my husband can be a little intimidating, but we mean no harm.”

“Rus is correct, Mr Serif,” the Boss said, placing a hand upon the other’s, which was resting on his arm. Despite the calming words, Razz’s soul didn’t slow down. It was pounding in his chest, drowning out most other sounds. Except the skeleton’s words, which he heard clear as day. “In fact, we are here to reassure you that if you decide not to pursue a relationship with my brother, there will be no consequences. His previous partners have worried, you see. With all right, I suppose. We have quite the reputation, and we protect our own. However, love is a matter in which we do not search revenge, I assure you.”

As Razz tried to gather his thoughts enough to answer, the Boss seemed to take a closer look on the apartment. A small grimace was on his face, and Razz had the strangest urge to apologize for his home. Even if it wasn’t his fault they lived like here. Rather, it was the mafias. They were the ones who kept the lower classes so poor.

“Your home is…  somewhat quaint, Mr Serif,” he eventually continued, and Razz couldn’t resist the urge to roll his eyes. Even if his soul dropped after. Luckily the other didn’t seem to have minded. No, his home wasn’t quaint. It was run-down. But it was what they had, so it’d have to do.

“I appreciate it, Mr- Boss,” he replied, unsure on how to title the other. He wasn’t a part of the Family, after all.

“You may call me Mr Gaster,” the Boss told him, much to his relief. He glanced toward the door, before smiling at his husband. Rus smiled back. He seemed to be glowing. Wait. With the small bulge, and that expression- “We ought to get going, though, we have a rese-“

“Are you pregnant?” The words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them. Goddammit, Razz. Think before you speak, he scolded himself. The two froze, and he could hear Slim stop breathing behind him. Swallowing, he waited. Would they be angry?

Then, Rus let out a loud laugh, grinning at Razz. He felt his shoulder sag in relief. “I am. You’re the first one to notice. Red has chosen a perceptive partner, for sure. Make good use of that with the asshole.”

“Congratulations?” Razz wished them, still shocked over this entire thing. This wasn’t how he’d expected his evening to go. ¨

The Boss smiled at him, nodding. “Thank you,” he said. “Now, as I was saying, we have a reservation. So I am afraid we must leave, Mr Serif. Thank you for your hospitality. Oh, and I would appreciate if you did not tell Red about our visit.”

Razz could only nod as they left. When the door closed behind them, he had to lean against the wall, breathing heavily. By the Angel. Slim seemed to think the same, sinking to the floor.

Less than twenty minutes, it knocked on the door again. Slim went to open, as Razz doing it in his expensive clothing would be a bad idea. It might give someone ideas. They didn’t want to deal with any more burglars. The last one had stolen half the jewellery he wore while performing, and it had cost a fortune to replace it. When Slim came go get him this time, he smiled already when he left his bedroom. Red was standing in the door, a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

He was even more handsome than usual. Because he always was, Razz had to admit. Very nearly beautiful, even. His suit was black like always, but he had a crimson shirt and black vest and tie, instead of the inverted scheme as usual. He grinned when he saw Razz, eyes travelling over his body. For once, it didn’t feel predatory, as those gazes often did. It felt like he was watching Razz, not his body.

“Lookin’ good, dollface,” Red said, holding up the bouquet. Lilies. Woah. Razz took them, the scent immediately hitting him. It was lovely. “Yer gorgeous. Knew ya’d look good in tha’ dress.”

Snorting, Razz handed the flowers to his brother. Slim took them, even as he was staring at Red with a mix of suspicion and fear in his eyes. Completely understandable. Even now, Razz himself felt worried over how the evening would go. The Boss had promised no harm would come to him over romance, but there were many ways things could go wrong anyway. Nevertheless, this was his one chance at getting out of his boring, grey life. It couldn’t slip away.

“Thank you,” he replied, taking Red’s arm when it was offered. After waving his brother goodbye, he followed the other outside of the apartment complex. On the road, a slick, black car stood, very out of place. There was a driver in the front seat, who kept glancing around. They were obviously scared. Razz couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh. There was reason to be.

He studied the car appreciatively. Beautiful. Allowing Red to assist him, he sat down in the seat. To little surprise, it was black leather. When the car began to drive, he twitched. Stars. He hadn’t been in a car for years.

Red laughed at his reaction. However, when Razz glared at him, he didn’t say anything. Just smirked. They soon entered the nice parts of the city, before stopping outside of a high-end restaurant. While the driver stepped out of the car to open the doors for them, Razz stared. The building was white stone, perhaps marble, with enormous windows. Through them, he could see people dining in dim light.

“Watcha think, sweetheart? Nice enough fer ya?” Red asked as they slid out of the car.

Tearing his eyes away, Razz nonchalantly replied, “It’ll do.”

Apparently the other wasn’t fooled. With a chuckle, he led them inside. The interior was even more impressive than outside; the walls were decorated with paintings, the tables with white tablecloths. On every table, candles stood, and both customers and servers wore clothes which were easy to see had cost a fortune. A server greeted them at the door, bowing lightly.

“Mr Gaster,” they greeted politely. Red grinned, waving lazily at them. If the server thought anything about it, they didn’t show it. They were shown to a table, and as the server helped Red with his chair, Razz simply slid down into his.

“Aw, dollface, ya should’ve waited. Now Daniel ‘ere will think he failed his job,” Red drawled. Razz didn’t even bother answering that.

The food was delicious. Razz dug in eagerly, the salmon almost melting in his mouth. Amazing. The prices had been unreasonably high, but he wasn’t paying, so he didn’t give a fuck. Red was watching him, eyelights strangely soft. Though it was probably amusement. How undignified he looked, Razz honestly didn’t care. This was the best food he’d ever had. Once he stopped to breathe, Red grinned at him.

“What do ya call a soldier who survived mustard gas?” he asked, eyes glimmering.

Razz blinked, tilting his head. “A veteran?”

“Close. A seasoned veteran.”

For a few seconds, Razz just stared at him. Then he processed, slapping his hand for his mouth and bowing his neck to hide his laughter. Snorts escaped through them, so he didn’t manage very well. When he glanced up, Red grinned, triumphant. Still smiling, he attempted to look disapproving. “That’s terrible.”

“But ya liked ‘t, didn’t ya?”

He was silent. Then his smile grew. “Fine. It was funny.”

“Can I ask ya ‘bout yer parents?” Red suddenly said. Razz almost choked on his alcohol-free cider, staring at him. Red didn’t look like he expected him to answer. Rather like it was an honest question, out of curiosity. It was a relief. If the other had demanded an answer, he wouldn’t have a choice about it. They were quiet for a while. Finally, he sighed. It couldn’t hurt, could it?

“When I was fifteen, we lived in Salastown,” he began, staring at the golden cider in his glass. Due to alcohol being illegal nowadays, there was no inebriation which might’ve made this easier. Red nodded, recognizing the district’s name. “We were poor, obviously, since we lived there. And at that time, the area was controlled by the Lindere family. Every month, they would demand rent of outrageous sums, and certain… favours. It came a time when we couldn’t pay, though, so they sent a hitman to our two-room apartment. Me and my brother hid in a wardrobe, but our parents were shot. I saw the entire thing through a gap between the planks.”

“’M sorry.”

“It’s fine. It was years ago. And your family exterminated the Linderes so I don’t care anymore.” Despite his hard words, Razz clenched his hand around the glass’ foot. It creaked, sounding as though it might crack.

“Give me your hat.” Razz held out his hand, staring at Red. The other frowned, but as Razz wiggled his fingers he handed it over. Grinning, Razz put it on his head, fishing out a pocket mirror from his inventory. He held it up, peering at Red over the edge.

“Well? How do I look?” he asked. Red chuckled, but his eyes were bright.

“Pretty fuckin’ good.”

When they left the restaurant, Razz was feeling cheery. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had so much fun. They chatted the entire way to the movie theatre, and when they reached it, Razz felt excited. Nosferatu was the film being shown tonight, and he’d wanted to go see that for ages. It was apparently terrifying. He loved horror novels, so he imagined he’d like a film as well. He buried his cheeks in the fur coat against the cold night breeze, and smiled at Red.

Red smiled back, suddenly yawning loudly. Razz huffed in amusement as his arm came to embrace him, but leaned into his date’s side. Above them, a few stars twinkled. They were hard to see through the city’s lights, but they were there. Angel, he was tired. Yawning, Razz leaned more into Red’s side. He was oddly warm, and his embrace was soft. He’d just close his eyes a short moment before they reached the movie theatre-

The last thing he heard was soft chuckling, and the last thing he felt was someone gently squeezing his arm. Then everything went black and calm.

When he opened his eyes again, he had to blink against the bright lights. Lifting an arm to protect his eyes, he found that they were outside the theatre. He yawned again, and crimson eyelights peered down at him. He smiled sleepily at Red, who laughed quietly.

“Wake up, dollface,” he said, poking at his arm. “The movie would’ve started now if I hadn’t told ‘em ta wait.”

“Well, I guess there’s good things wi’ datin’ a mobster,” Razz mumbled, slipping back into his accent from tiredness, as they made their way inside. Another laugh was the only reply he got.

#blackcherry #spicyhoney #mobfell #swapfell #underfell #underswap #speakeasy #20's au #mafia #flapper razz #my writing #and a huge thanks to Kyuko for being my beta #because i was too tired to edit #this was supposed to be a short drabble #stars help me

[otakugirlkrod]

Three years have passed

A/N: I never imagined I will get this chapter done so fast. Thank you all for your support. Special thanks to my editors: @silvermidnightprincess​  and @whereisthefood123​ . I love you guys! Thank you so much

Anime: Fairy Tail

Couple: Gajevy

Rated: T (Language)

Genres: Romance, Hurt/Comfort

Status: On going

Summary: Tired of being “the damsel in distress”, Levy left the guild without telling anyone except Master Makarov. She spent three years far away from Magnolia learning new spells to improve her skills. But finally, is time to return home. What’s that strange magic she learn?

Chapter One:https://otakugirlkrod.tumblr.com/post/158442724445/three-years-have-passed

Chapter Two: https://otakugirlkrod.tumblr.com/post/159584893235/three-years-have-passed

Chapter three: The mission

Knock! knock! A gentle thud hit the door two times. The sound didn’t go unheard for the boys inside the room.

“Oi Lily, get the door. I’m still fighting with this stupid suit.” Gajeel said irritated.

“I’m on my way.” Lily got up and made his way to the door. He was astonished by the sight that greeted him.

“Ughh! I don’t understand this fancy shit. I have a mess with the tie and sleeves!” He complained. “Hey, Lil’. Who’s there? You’re quieter than usual.”

“I can help you.” Her voice reached his ears and he turned around quickly.

Gajeel was startled. Levy was looking gorgeous. The beautiful gold necklace stood out on her skin and made beautiful contrast with her hair. “Different.” He murmured.

She got closer to him. “What?” She asked curiously.

“You look different.” He let her tie the buttons and fix his tie.

“Do I look bad?” She said without looking up at him. She tucked some strands of hair behind her ear and continued helping Gajeel with the sleeves. “There you have it. You’re all done.” She gave him a smile. “Looks like Mister Yasu did research about me and about how I identify myself as a Fairy Tail mage, right?” She laughed nervously. “Apparently the stylist took it a little too far.” She let her hair rest on her right shoulder. “I look so weird with my hair straightened, and without my bandana.” She said a little insecure.

Lily, who was behind her noticed something. “What happened to your guild mark?”

“Oh, that? They covered it up with makeup.”

“Lil is killing the look. But me, I’m looking like that faggot.” Gajeel grumbled.

Lily laughed. “Gajeel, I think you should put your hair up in a bun.” He mocked.

“This suit is more than enough.” Gajeel grunted.

“At least you look like your usual self. As for me, it’s like the girls at Fairy Hills used me as their guinea pig.” Levy said. “But don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining at all…I actually feel pretty. ” She blushed and let her gloved hand reached her chest.

“You look beautiful. I wonder how your fiancée will react.” Pantherlily said, teasing Gajeel.

And he made sure it hit a nerve. “GOD DAMMIT CAT! DON’T CALL HIM LIKE THAT. IT’S NOT LIKE HE’S THE REAL THING.” Gajeel clarified. Levy and Lily laughed at his reaction.

Later that night, people with stunning dresses and suits made their way to the mansion at the Onibus Town valley.

The red headed maid appeared on the stairs and interrupted the crowd. “Now, let us introduce to you, Master Toshiro’s fiancée: Levy McGarden.” People looked up to the stairs eagerly.

The beautiful mage made her entrance, showing all of the guests the beautiful bouffant strapless green dress she was wearing. The dress had some intricate patterns made with little gold stones. Her hands held the edge of the dress to lift it up while going down the stairs. Wow. Yasu thought. He was stunned. A scarlet color covered his cheeks.

He could not look away from the mage. “Levy-chan…You look gorgeous.” He took her hand that was covered in a white glove that reached above her elbow, brought it close to his face and kissed it gently.

The sudden contact made Levy blush furiously. “T-Thank you.”

“That’s not a real kiss” yelled one of Yasu’s friend.

“Why don’t you give her a real kiss?” Another stranger added.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” The crowd craved.

“Kiss?” Levy asked nervously.

Yasu looked directly into Levy’s hazel eyes. “We should do it.”

“W-What?” A crimson shade tinted her whole face.

“What they are asking.” He said. Her eyes widened. “You know, to please them and make them believe this is real.” Yasu smiled. “It will only be one.” He let his left hand draw her closer to him.

“THAT BASTARD DIDN’T MENTION ANYTHING ABOUT THIS!” Gajeel growled.

“U-u-ummm…I-I-I…” Levy was getting more nervous as Yasu started getting closer to her lips.

“Why don’t we let the “lovely” couple have the first dance of the night?“ Gajeel shouted sarcastically.

“Yes, that’s a better idea.” The red-headed maid backed up his idea.

Yasu gave Gajeel a deathly glare. “Gee hee” the dragonslayer smirked.

Thank you, Gajeel! Levy thought while dancing with Yasu to a ballad song.

I wonder how Lily’s doing in the hideout. Gajeel looked outside. Also… He turned his head back to Levy. Why did she tell me that before the whole party started?

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Flashback

Levy gave Gajeel a worried look as she placed her right hand on his left shoulder. “Gajeel, if anything bad happens…” She looked to the side. “Please be careful.”

Gajeel let his hand rest on her free arm and squeezed it lightly. “Chill down Shorty, nothing out of the ordinary will happen. Gee hee”. He gave her a smile.

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He kept looking at the center of the ballroom in which the blue haired mage kept dancing with the young man. Why do I feel like my magic power was concentrated on her touch? His eyes never left her figure. Then something clicked in his mind. Does it have to do with what Salamander told us?

The party was over and it was past midnight. Team Gajeel met with Yasu in the meeting room.

A fist hit the table. “What do you mean nothing happened?” Gajeel asked doubtful.

“Nothing interesting happened. Only three bandits showed up. But they weren’t mages.” The small feline confessed with his paws crossed over his chest.

“That’s unusual.” Levy said uncertainly.

“I’m pretty sure they knew Yasu hired us and set us a trap.” Pantherlily said firmly.

Yasu scratched the back of his head. “I guess I miscalculated.” He let out a sigh. “Anyways, stay alert.” He got up of the table and headed to the door. “They can come in at any moment. See you tomorrow Levy-chan.” He waved goodbye and walked away.

“Why did you accept to spend the night here?” Gajeel asked annoyed.

Here we go again. Lily thought, tired of Gajeel’s jealousy.

“We cannot turn down his offer for a place to stay for the night, Gajeel. He helped us and we should be as close as we can to the book.” Levy got up and head to her assigned room. “Go get some sleep, we’ll plan new strategies tomorrow.”

The sound of a broken window glass was heard near them.

“I knew it.” Pantherlily said.

Gajeel sniffed the air. “There they are.”

Levy’s bedroom door opened and she stepped out. “What was that?”

“Let’s get this party started! Gee hee.” Gajeel smirked and started running.

“We should hurry. I’ll go get the book.” Levy said making her way to the end of the hallway.

Gajeel sensed some magic power heading Levy’s way. “Head down Levy!” He shouted.

A symbol created a powerful beam of energy that passed by Levy’s head making her hair follow the strong wind it caused.

“Oriental Solid Script! That spell could have pierced my brain in a matter of seconds”

Gajeel asked ironically, “Are you trying to give me a haircut or what?” He smirked.

The black haired woman standing far from Team Gajeel showed them the book. “What you’re looking for, I already have it sweetheart.” She winked. “Well, well, well, look what do we have here? The traitor exceed of Edolas, solid script mage Levy McGarden and ex-member of Phantom Lord, the iron dragon slayer Gajeel Redfox.”

“Looks like you know us pretty well.” The iron dragon slayer glared at the woman standing before them.

“THIS BOOK WILL NOT LEAVE MY POSSESSION NO MATTER WHAT.” She laughed. “I will complete this job even if I have to kill you fairies.” She lunged at the mages. “My reward for this stupid task is more valuable than your lives.”

A lot of sounds were heard for a whole hour, shouts, punches, swords clashing and kicks.

“What’s wrong with this woman?” Gajeel knelt down, frustration was showed in his voice.

“I didn’t imagine she would have such strength” Levy said panting.

“I could compare her magic level with Erza’s without a doubt.” Lily said.

Gajeel looked at a panting Lily. Lily ran out of magic. Then turned his head to the other side. Levy was pretty bruised up. He grabbed a fist of dirt. I have to keep them safe. He punched the ground. We’re Fairy Tail mages! He tried to get up.

“GAJEEL, WATCH OUT!” Levy rushed to Gajeel and stepped between the long sword and Gajeel.

The busty woman laughed maniacally. “Protecting him from being killed? That’s so sweet little fairy.”

“Ahh!” Levy let out a painful scream, coughing out blood as the sword was being stabbed further into her petite body. Gajeel froze at the sound, not daring to take away his eyes off the scene.

L-levy… His heart started beating faster. He looked down at the ground lost for what to do and tried to wipe off his face with the back of his right hand, but a red liquid tinted his skin. This…is her blood. He looked up at her. Why the hell did she do that?

“Get the book!” Lily shouted loudly and desperately.

Gajeel’s mind raced. Why is she covered in scales…?

“GAJEEL!” Lily kept trying to get the dragon slayer’s attention.

Gajeel’s eyes widened. Wait a minute! Realization hit him. Those are my iron scales!

Levy looked down as the sword was being pulled out of her body. The scales disappeared…She lifted her shaky bloody hands to waist level. The magic didn’t work… Dizziness was starting to take over her. Maybe it was because I pushed myself too hard. She took a few steps back. I used all of it…my magic power. She looked over her shoulder and gave Gajeel a smile. “Gajeel…now is your chance…”

Gajeel nodded and stood up. She saved my ass. He ran straight to the black headed woman. The scene he witnessed snapped Gajeel out of his frozen state. “I WILL BEAT THE HELL OUT OF YOU, FILTHY BITCH! IRON DRAGON’S LANCE!” Both of his arms transformed into long iron poles and hit the woman’s stomach with so much force that she was sent backwards.

She spit out some blood on the floor. “You are tough Kurogane.” Gajeel slashed again.

Yasu’s voice was heard as he approached the fighting ground. “SOLID SCRIPT: THUNDER! SOLID SCRIPT: CHAINS!”

Before Levy’s limp body fell on the ground, Gajeel rushed and grabbed her. “Oi! Get a hold of yourself. You can’t just pass out. You’re stronger than this.”

“I-I’m sorry, Gajeel.” She murmured.

“OF COURSE SHE CAN YOU IDIOT. SHE’S EXHAUSTED AND HAS LOST A LOT OF BLOOD! SHE NEEDS MEDICAL ATTENTION IMMEDIATLY.” Pantherlily shouted desperately.

Levy’s vision went blurry as she fell into darkness. Gajeel carried her bridal style, took a look at Levy’s hurtful expression and thought. Hold on…

Gajeel looked up to the full moon through the hospital room’s window. I can’t believe we fucking failed to protect a God damn book. The magic council needs to lock down that woman. I can’t believe she used some teleportation magic to escape with the fucking book. Gajeel grounded his teeth in frustration. It gets my blood boiling knowing that Levy’s effort was in vain. He turned around to see the blue haired mage laying on the white bed looking pale. I don’t understand why… He knelt down by the side of the bed and took Levy’s right hand in his. But I don’t want to leave her side. He bowed his head making instant contact with Levy’s hand. Not now, not ever.

The next morning. Yasu made his way to the hospital. He stopped in his tracks right in front of Levy’s room when he saw Gajeel at the hallway.

“Hey Gajeel, I wasn’t expecting you to come.” He smirked.

Gajel grumbled. “What’s wrong with you fancypants? Of course I’ll come, faggot. She’s my guildmate.” Both of them got into the room.

Yasu looked behind Gajeel as if he was searching for something. “Where is your talking cat?”

“His name is Lily.” He glared at him and continued. “He got back to the guild.”

A lazy low voice interrupted them. “Can you two please be quiet? I have a headache.” Gajeel turned his head to the direction of the sound and smiled.

Yasu took a few steps forward and sat beside her. “Levy-chan! You finally woke up.”

She looked at him a little confused by the last part of his comment. “How long was I out?”

“Four days.” He said bluntly.

Levy got up in a sitting position. “I should take a bath.” Yasu offered his hand to help her. She looked at him and accepted his help. Feeling a little weak she managed to get on her feet and headed straight to the bathroom. With one hand on the doorknob she said without looking back. “Please behave while you two are alone.”

She closed the door behind her, and proceeded to take off her clothes. I feel different somehow. She stepped into the shower and let the hot water run through her hair and body. I’m sure that it has to do with my new magic. She turned off the shower and stepped out but a distinct color on the mirror captured her attention.

“AHHH!” Levy let out a scream. Her body started shaking because of what her reflection showed her. W-WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME? Levy started hyperventilating.

“What’s wrong?” Gajeel’s raspy voice was heard from the other side of the door.

“Everything’s ok?” Yasu asked.

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN? Levy’s eyes were watering. “Don’t you dare come in.” She replied almost as a threat. “I’m-I’m alright. Don’t worry.” Tears began to fall while looking at every detail of her body. Purple shiny symbols were printed on her arms, thighs and back. WHY DOES MY BODY HAVE RUNES?! I can’t let anyone see this. I need to get out of here soon. She clutched her chest.

…I’m sorry everyone.

TBC

#gajeel #levy #gazille #levi #gajeel redfox #levy mcgarden #gajevy #gale #gazlevi #gazlevy #gajeel and levy #gajeel x levy #dragon slayer #solid script magic #iron dragon slayer #black steel gajeel #pantherlily #lily #exceed #oc #yasu #dark guild #fairy tail #fairy tail ship #fairy tail fanfic #fairy tail fanfiction #fairy tail fic #gajevy fanfiction #gajevy fanfic #gajevy fic

[littlefanfics]

Yoongi- Brat

Lowkey been writing nothing. Random unedited, because we all know that the makeup artists have the best job.

"Yoongi come on!" I shouted back at the man walking slowly.

"Shut up brat." He snapped. I frowned at him.

"I do your makeup. You better not mess with me. Next time it'll be a fairy concept." I  huffed to his grumpy face.

"You already mess up frequently enough, rookie. Keep moving." He smacked my butt as he walked past. I grabbed it, affronted by his actions. Not just anyone did that!

"Hey!" I dashed over to him. "I'm not a rookie! I was hired for a reason!"

"Sure, to mess up each time I turn my face?" He snorted. I pouted.

"You're mean. You do it on purpose." He stuck his tongue out briefly, in his stride. I sighed.

I loved my job, I really did. I enjoyed doing makeup as a sort of art, and the traveling, I mean. We really were in an amazing place, in Italy here. I loved it, I'd always wanted to go. With the sun setting, it was absolutely beautiful, everyone walking back to the hotel.

"Get better at your job rookie." He responded. I stuck my tongue at him. "I'm leaving."

"Cause you lost." He snickered lightly. I smacked his shoulder.

"Cause I have better things to do then argue with you." I scampered up ahead, joining Soohe, who was the second youngest in the staff.

"Oh hey," She grinned as I pushed my entire body up under her arms, forcing her arm around me. She didn't pulled back.

"What were you doing?"Soohe asked. I glanced back at Yoongi, who now had Taehyung pestering him.

"Bothering Yoongi, but he got snappy. So I left." I stuck my tongue out at him when he noticed me, and turned to face Soohe, scurrying a bit to keep up with her pace. She was pretty tall, and while I was more leg then torso, I was short. Short then Min Yoongi by a head. And young. I got teased a lot, though they meant no harm. After all, I did material arts!

"Aww..." She nuzzled my head. I broke out of her embrace and fixed my hair.

"What was that for?" I huffed. She rolled her eyes.

"You are just the cutest today. You should wear less makeup!" She giggled. I started at the other makeupartist.

"Soohe, you put makeup on people's faces for a living. Why are you telling me this?" I snapped. She just lifted a shoulder into a shrug.

"You're a cutie, and makeup just seems to cover it up. You have so much aegyo and you don't even notice." She grabbed me, pulling me back into a hug again, and I struggled up ahead even further.

"SEO!!" I called out, reaching Seo big sis. She did Jimin's makeup, because he was the pickiest. She was also the only other makeup artist on the tour.

"Oh, what's up?" She said, startled by my sudden presence.

"Soohe keeps hugging me." I whined, tattling on her. Seo big sis tsked, and pulled me into a hug as well, causing the guy next to her, SEOKJIN? to laugh. They were probably dating. She kept making doe-eyes at him. Which sucked, because I ship Namjin. Not that I tell them that. I know better then to bring my inner fangirl to work.

"Not you too!" I whined, fighting her grasp. I pushed away from her, and zipped back down the line away from her and way away from Soohe, pushing to the back of the crowd again.

"Back again?" Yoongi teased, raising his eyebrows suggestively. I ground my teeth together, annoyed by his antics.

"So mean to me!" I pouted.

"Yoongi's been teasing me all week, and making my job hard, I swear sometimes I just wanna..." I trailed off. What did I want to do? Shut him up. "AGH!!!!" Except my thoughts trailed to a dirtier version of shutting him up. Or at least, rendering him unable to speak.

Soohe and Seo exchanged looks.

"I know how you feel, I do Jimin's makeup. If you want to relax there's hot tubs. Maybe that'll help?" Seo big sis made a fair point. I thought for a second

"Alright. I'll go." I dug through my bag, pulling out the small bikini I brought, because we never really got the chance to go in the water. It was a just-in-case sort of thing, and I never thought I would have to wear the skimpy cloth.

"That's tiny." Soohe frowned as I exited the bathroom, after testing to make sure it still fit right.

"Hell yeah." I grumbled. Soohe picked me up and hugged me.

"You're so cute! I need to come as well." I glared at her as she set me down.

"Are you sure you aren't a lesibian?" I snapped. Soohe shrugged.

"The world may never know." She winked flirtatiously.

"Oh," I growled under my breath. "But I do." Soohe rolled her eyes at me as she knelt down to dig for her bathing suit.

"Ah, this feels so good." Soohe sighed as we sunk into the hot tubs. I smiled tightly. It did, but that didn't mean I was enjoying it all that much.

"You're really close with Yoongi, aren't you." Soohe spoke up quiet suddenly, her eyes closed in bliss.

"I'm not sure what you mean. I think he just enjoys provoking me. That's what it was like when I was younger, all the guys enjoyed riling me up." I drew my lips into a pout.

"Huh," Soohe snorted. "Comparing Yoongi to little boys. That's bound to rile him up, but that's exactly correct. He's like a little boy in love, he's provoking you for a reason. It's adorable."

I glared at Soohe who was reclined, her eyes still closed, and her arms out completely at ease, quiet a contrast to the tense me.

"That doesn't make any sense to me." I sniped. Soohe raised an eyebrow, and finally opened an eye.

"That would explain why you don't have a boyfriend." She commented wryly. I rose to my feet.

"You're horrible!" And I proceeded to splash her. She just cackled evilly.

"I'm not kidding though!" She put up her hands in surrender as I drenched her. (As if she weren't already.)

I pouted in response.

"I'm sure you were a very adorable little girl, and as a result, all the boys liked you. So like any little boy, they tease you. Except you are too innocent to realize that them riling you up is just an odd way of showing affection." She poked my nose. "Adorable."

I swatted her hand away crossly with a grimace.

"Annoying." I grumbled.

We walked out of the locker rooms, towels just barely covering us. I gave up and wrapped mine around my waist.

"Hey, keep your eye out. Watch Yoongi in particular." Soohe whispered in my ear, a slight giggle as she pulled away.

I glared at her briefly, before looking over. And indeed, we were about to pass a small group of the boys, in which, yes, Yoongi was one of them.

He did a once-over as we passed, his facial expression barely changing, his eyes met mine, and he dipped his head into a cool nod. Then he turned away, continuing on the path.

"What should I be watching for?" I coughed lightly.

"You missed him gawking at you." She explained. Except I raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"Sure."

"Let's go, now it's me that needs to relax." Seo Big Sis groaned. I raised an eyebrow.

"Why? Are things not pulling through with Jin?" I teased. Except Seo threw a pillow at me.

"Alright. Let's go then." Soohe pulled herself up, and I myself, rose.

We pulled on swimsuits, and dashed down the corridor. This hotel, unfortunately, had a multi-gender sauna.

"Well is there anyone in there right now?" Soohe asked as Seo big sis groaned.

"No, not yet. This is usually a calm hour. No one comes." The young assistant told us, her eyes sparkled in sympathy. Multi gender usually meant old men, which disgusted us enough to go to great lengths to avoid it.

"Alright. Whatever. We'll do it." Seo threw out cash, paying for all of us. Soohe and I high fived behind her back.

"Let's go!" She snapped, irate. We scurried after her, and quickly laid ourselves out in the sauna.

Seo Big Sis took the lower level, laying out a towel before dropping face down.

"I hate my life." She groaned, as I carefully stepped over her, perching right above her.

I laid out on my side, watching her with amusement.

"Spill your heart out. What's on your mind?" I prompted as Soohe just sat with her legs open wide, closing her eyes to bask in the warmth, and dim lighting.

"I don't even know what happened." She lifted her head up a bit, so her words weren't muffled. "Everything was going just fine!" Her voice rose. "But then i just had to go and mess it up with some awkward joke, like, it wasn't even funny in my head! I don't know why I said it but god."

"Ha! That's what's got your panties in a twist?!" Snorted Soohe as Seo's story finished. Seo spun around.

"Excuse me?" Huffed Seo, her entire body twisting upwards so she faced Soohe with a sharp glare.

"Okay. Two years ago, lil me is a cutie. Just got my job here, and I'm pretty proud of that. So I'm on a date, with like, some lawyer, whose making a lot of money. And he brings me out to this ridiculously fancy restaurant, and you know me. When I feel out of place, I just crack some jokes, and it's all good. But I don't want to be serious with this guy, and I'm not sure why he brought me here, and I figure it's just because he thinks that girls like dressing up. And sure I do, but not in that fancy way." Soohe give a nonchalant shrug.

Seo Big Sis coughs. "Talk about it..." She muttered. This time Soohe was the one with a sharp glare.

"Shut your mouth and let me finish." She shook her head, as if to shake away the bad vibes. "Okay, so we go in, and we're seated, and after the waiter leaves with our orders, I'm like 'Wow, this is really fancy, it's almost as if you're going to propose to this free woman.' and I laugh. And then I see his face, and it's so dark. And he was like 'I was.' and oh my gosh!!! I felt so bad, and we had to have such an awkward conversation, and I didn't even get dessert, cause we just wanted to part ways."

Seo Big Sis let out a sharp bark of laughter. Bitter. "That sucks."

"It did. And don't look at me like that, you." She growled. My eyes were open wide with horror.

"Soohe, you're horrible." I shook my head, propped up by my arm.

"Geez," Seo shook her head at my position when she finally turned to face me. "That's the classic 'draw me like one of your french girls' pose. What are you doing?"

"Showing off this s curve." I joked, sticking my tongue out. With that the mood lightened, and we began our usual banter, before falling onto the topic of the boys.

"Okay, but for real. That young camera assistant is a total cutie. Way younger, and slightly shorter then me, you don't think I'll scare him off, do you?" Soohe asked.

"You scare everyone with a face like that!" Seo teased. Soohe groaned.

"No for real. Like, he's so cute. Do you see the way he gets so confused when the camera man explains instructions to him? His eyebrows just get al scrunchy and cute!! Boyfriend material." Soohe grinned widely.

"Please, he's at most worth a one night stand." Scoffed Seo, who seemed to have more standards then Soohe.

"One night stands aren't worth anything." I rolled my eyes at the two older women.

"Ah," Seo shook her head. "That's because you've never had one. You don't know the bliss. So young, you'll know."

"You're so innocent, like how many boyfriends have you had?" Soohe giggled. I glared at the two.

"I've had two. Both of them, I was in a very committed relationship. None of them cheated on me, and I broke up with them on very good terms, and we occasionally still text." I responded, promptly making their jaws drop open.

"Only two!! God, that's not a lot of experience. No wonder you avoid one night stands like the plague!" Seo exclaimed as Soohe shook her head.

"We've got to get you out more often!" Soohe exclaimed, as I closed my eyes frustrated.

"Listen. I don't like 'putting myself out there' as a lot of people like to stay. And I wouldn't say I completely play it safe. But, I'd rather not be ravaged by some random male whose just going to pass on an STD and wake up with a raging headache, and no clue where I am, and generally, that doesn't sound very satisfying to me. I'm just going to say it out loud. I don't want to have sex with someone that I don't love. In no way is the idea appealing to me. In fact, even kissing someone, isn't something I'm comfortable with. It's easy for me to see why that appeals to some people, but it's just not me." I sighed. "And because it's not me, I avoid it. I'll wait til I get some sort of feelings for someone, and figure it out from there."

"Good speech." It wasn't Seo or Soohe. My eyes snapped open. Taehyung was giving polite applause, Jin was the one who spoke, I guess, but his eyes were trained on Seo who was sitting up properly, probably embarrassed to be caught in such a state.

And finally Yoongi, whose eyes were focused on me. Now I knew what Soohe meant by gawking. Yoongi's eyes traveled up and down my body, and I felt red tingling on my cheeks as the room grew just a little bit hotter. His dark gaze met mine, and he forced himself to look away.

"You guys joining us?" Seo asked, as she curled her legs in and leaned against the wall, seeming to want to disappear.

"If you don't mind." Jin responded, sitting down next to her. She looked like she was going to pass out. Quickly, an idea formed in my mind.

"I don't think you can stay long anyways, Jin. Seo Big Sis looks like she's going to pass out from the heat. Can I trust you to walk her back?" I asked, a smug grin coming across my face.

"Ah!" Seo was startled, jumping up a little, as JIn pulled her up.

"It's not a problem. I'll gladly do so." And with Seo's blushing protests, he pulled her out of there, his own blush tinging his cheeks.

"Problem solved!" I giggled, dusting off my hands. Soohe and I high fived, while Taehyung gave a small nervous laugh, and Yoongi broke out into a smile.

"Not bad." Yoongi chuckled, taking their place right below me. I was still laid out on my side, so I curled around him like a cat.

"Oh? Is Oppa praising me? How can this be?" His face immediately dropped.

"Don't know what you were talking about." Impassive as ever. I poked his cheek.

"Ahh, but you were smiling earlier. So emotionless." I continued poking his cheek til he grabbed my hand, holding it in place, and turned to face me, smirking slightly.

"Are you sure you want to continue poking my cheek like that?" He asked, as his eyes met, I felt myself shrink back under his gaze.

"Nope, I'm retreating now." I tugged against his hands, trying to free myself, but he had a tight grip.

"Yoongi Oppa, let my hand goooooo...." I whined and pouted, but Yoongi remained amused, not wanting to let my hand go.

"Oh? And why should I do that?" He asked. I felt myself gain a bit of bravery.

Leaning up quickly I pressed my lips to his cheek for a chaste kiss before pulling back.

"Punishment." I replied, feeling my cheek burn at my actions.

"You're a little mixed up sweetie. That's a reward, and it's only convincing me to hold you tighter." He readjusted his grip on my wrist, and pulled me forward with a tug.

"H-hey!" I protested, as he grabbed my other hand. I heard the door slam closed as Taehyung and Soohe left, leaving me in completely privacy with Yoongi, also did I mention that state he's in? It left me a blushing mess, because in all my time working I’ve never seen him so exposed.

"I heard your little speech before, so it's safe for me to assume you like me." He grinned, and pressed his lips to both my knuckles, causing my cheeks to burn further.

"B-but..." But what? Stop? Give me a few seconds to rethink my entire existence???

"So you don't like me? You wound me, you know." He dropped my hands, but not that cocky attitude.

"W-Well, I-i do! But...." I trailed off, uncertain.

"You want to take it slow?" He asked, leaning forward a little more, slowly becoming serious.

"But you haven't said anything yet..." The words came out on their own. So I went with it. "How do I know how you feel?" I looked back up at him. Immediate regret. His eyes were too easy to get lost in.

"Hmm... It's not obvious?" His eyes flickered downward for a second as well.

"If it weren't for your actions just now, I would've said I annoyed you." I was real.

"Well, that wouldn't be wrong. You annoy me, but I love you." He pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"Now cover up some, will you?" He huffed, turning away. I grinned, sneakily.

"Oho?" I pressed myself up to him.

"I thought you didn't like to rush into relationships! Why are you doing this!" He squeaked.

"Oh, because it's getting you to blush, and that's adorable."

"You're going to pay brat." He spat, eyes still furiously trained on the wall.

"I love you too." I pushed away from him, pulling the towel I had been laying on earlier, around me.

#fanfic #yoongi #bts #bang tan #bts fics #bts fluff #yoongi fluff #suga #suga fluff #fluff #writing #unedited

[pomegranctes]

u could stop at 5 or 6 stores... or jus 1

vesper ophelia reeve !

this is vesper my mc’freakin BABY.......

hayley law fc whom is not a tragic ass shit full of teenage angst despite that bein my speciality bcos i lov torturing my chars xDD

was raised by two hippie, nirvana searching, lush loving moms who cherished and loved vesper after finding her abandoned in a stroller at stanley park </3

despite being adopted and left on a huge fricken island she really doesn’t feel any resentment towards her birth parents ? she jus p much feels indifferent like isn’t in any rush to meet them and is jus content with where she is rn so don’t count on any philo soul searching

so like i said her moms were hella hippie and vegan and socialist and true believers in becoming one with the world, saving it, etc like they were jus super passionate bout making everything a better place and after adopting vesper that need only intensified as they wanted the best for their lil girl<3

like her parents, she grew up super healthy and earth loving and all-in-all an advocate for peace on earth and all this

it was NAWT easy to make friends tho bcos she was always the weird girl who only ever had thrift shop clothes ( before it became a #trend and was jus a sign of how broke u were xDD ) and never wore makeup but being the toughie she is, she stuck through it without complaint

she still shops at the thrift store tho bcos capitalism

attempted to have a rebellious teen stage after watching thirteen and took up smoking, ate some meat, pierced her nose, and did all this stupid stuff to fit in with everybody else but knew it wasn’t her crowd so she gave that up pretty quick and chalked it up to a learning experience

after graduating, with a heavy heart she said good bye to her moms and took off her london to study environmental law and she says it’s to save the bees and all this and convinces herself that’s why but she’s got an ulterior motive which p much just to have a mc’blast in london but her whole “i am above insouciance, all for the greater good, etc” mindset makes her feel almost guilty about it

since being in london tho she’s seen some things, learned some things, is p much now realizing that wanting to have fun for herself without the whole vegan guilt catching up to her isn’t that bad??? she knows that u gotta put urself first huns Xx

has a bubbly and approachable exterior but lowkey inside she still gets self conches about being the weird girl and will have these bouts where she doubts every fricken friendship she’s ever had

loves trying new things all the time and even if that restaurant you ate at last week gave you the shits but the food was good she’ll take the risk of food poisoning just to have that experience

is hella quirky but not in a bella thorne licking gregg skulkin way more in a hippie who listens to the weirdest music and loves orange pulp

works as a radio host for imperial college where she talks philosophy, feminism, and plays indie rock trash

leeder matheus sousa !

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zU13Ql0HRJc

i was not memeing around when i said that i was gonna make a rudy cult leader muse after watching that vid

his name is leeder but prefers people calling him leeds bcos even he can see the disgustign pun

grew up in vegas to some major gambling parents who ran off to sin city for a good time but got caught up in the fancy lights and found that they jus couldn’t leave ? eventually got knocked up and had leeder and would you know it, he was named after a slot machine

his life fluctuated from dinners at upscale restaurants to panhandling outside a casino and p much grew up having to take care of himself all the time what with his parents gone all the fricken time wasting their money

he tried confronting them about it once but things got out of hand too quickly and he ran away from home for a week but his parents hardly noticed his absence the times that they were home and just figured he was in his room or at a friend’s

at 15 he knew he had no savings or anything, he figured as much with his parents, so ever since his first job he started saving up whatever money he could in some last ditch self preservation

at 17 now he runs away just to see what would happen and he isn’t that shocked when there’s no milk carton portraits and no breaking news stories about a missing kid in vegas but some small part of him still held out that hope and was resentful for it

that stunt hella shaped him and hardened him and ever since then, he grew up bitter and spiteful and is p much hella self preserved and will almost always do whatever is best for himself even if other peepz are collateral

so anyway at 22 he basically formed his own cult :P he would scout and pick up these lost runaways and tell them all about “finding themselves” and all this load of bs and got them to believe they were leaving behind their old messy lives in favour of a sort of paradise which was p much just them being high off their minds a good amount of the time and strumming some shit music around a bonfire while they slept in tents outside his own decked out bungalo

so yea he got this cult going and on the low was dealing w some hella drugs and trafficking p much anything and everything and then disater strikes, shit hits the fan, there’s people after him, the whole lot which drove him to leave the country and come to london, hence why he’s here now :P

he still got some connections so he used those and got back into the whole drug thing and is now jus trynna find some new recruits to join his cult ( plot idea mayhaps :P )

hudson kirk schrader !

nickname is schrader but feel free 2 call him hudson, he jus goes w the flow :P

honestly been watching too much fricken workaholics

he’s deadass 100% blake and so catch me copying and pasting his bio

a hella burnout who faked some bullshit illness he searched up on wikipedia and got a medical marijuana lisence for it. how he pulled it off exactly is still unknown, even to himself ( believe it or not, he was high when he did it )

grew up in rancho cucamonga his whole life and the only time he saw outside of it was the one roadtrip he took to los angeles but he surprisingly hated it and he says its bcos the city is too big but he knows it’s bcos some guy he met at the beach called his sandals ugly and people laughed

his parents divorced when he was like 9 so he’s got two younger half siblings but he only sees them like once a month. he doesn’t mind though, they’re all p close and there’s not some family vendetta or anything lolz his parents still get along and all that

despite being stuck there though, he made the most of his small city life and grew up with a positive outlook on everything like u really cannot catch him thinking the glass is half empty

lives for the weekends. only works as a telemarketer/salesperson and yea it’s a shit job with no time off and a poor salary but does he care ? as long as it’s enough to keep living, he’s content

diet p much consists of cheap beer and delivery pizza. ihop breakfasts when he’s feeling rich or p much jus craving pancakes at 3am

took a stripper class one time for the sicc experience but he tells everyone it was to look at half naked peepz

can and will shove an entire party platter of sliced salamis that fell on the floor into his mouth if it means he’ll make some money off of it, even if it’s only $5 bcos hey, that can at least cover his tab at the bowling alley

he's the guy at the party who makes a massive cheese and cracker sandwich called the eliminator

enjoys pitting people against each other but not in a shit ass annoying naslund way or a devil reincarnate lourdes way more in a “hey what’ll happen if i do this” knowing dam well what will happen but going for it anyways

strange personality makes him interesting and fun 2 hang with but also a lil bit misunderstood bcos he jus trynna b himself </3

is a good friend who’s willing to take risks and try new things and he’ll trick u into joining him for a night you’ll never forget mostly bcos of the tattoo and the scar and the croatian wife u now have

a weirdo w self confidence who can pick up on that rude thing u said about his mom but spends too long thinking of a slick comeback and by the time he figures it out the conversation has already taken four different turns

understands human psyche and knows that u lose a woman when u forget 2 cherish her but honestly he’s always there if u need a pal to lean on and he will do anything in his power 2 make sure ur okay

spends his off time people watching on top of his house. deadass has got lawn chairs, a cooler, and everything set up on there and even after breaking his collorbone when he fell off, he refuses to listen to the safety concerns of his neighbours and p much the general public

truly has no story for how he got to london, jus decided to pick up and leave one day and is p much living the same life he lived in america but different setting :P

#holy fu #smoke:ooc

[yeozus]

✞ LET GO.  (  SELF PARA!  )

WARNING! this contains quite a few possible triggers! please do not read if you are sensitive or queasy. otherwise, please proceed & thank you for taking the time to give this a read! this story takes place in incheon, south korea during january of 2005. 

               ❛   hey, hunter.  ❜

                a petite frame stirs almost immediately, though the movement is barely detectable beneath the aggregation of thick blankets - what is his illusion of a temporary safe haven. the pale lighting spilling into the tiny bedroom implies that the metamorphosis between night and morning has already taken place, and as hunter's eyes finally open, his bedroom window displays the telltale image of dark, nebulous cobalt graduating to the soft steely gray of early morning. without so much as glancing toward his alarm clock  ( which in this state of mind, would appear as nothing more than thick, red blocks with a colon in between,  ) he already knows of the hour - for sang-in has consistently woken him up just after 6am for the past five days. hunter hasn't thought to ask of this new habit, and he doesn't complain, either.

                at first, he'd been annoyed at the lack of rest this unspoken schedule imposes on him - nights at the club are unpredictable and can last anywhere from 2am to 4am. but, hunter realizes that he must be at his day job by 8am, anyway - and usually only finds a few hours in between to rest before heading straight to his evening job. waking up this early gives him time to collect himself and mentally prepare for the day ahead - though he's never been a morning person at all, he's willing to make the sacrifice for sang-in.

                he makes a lot of sacrifices for sang-in.

                ❛  i know, i know ... ❜  the seventeen year old mumbles in delayed response, a closed fist raising from beneath the blankets to rub the fatigue from his eyes. all that can be seen from his self-constructed chrysalis is just above his jaw, and as he sleeps facing the wall, sang-in's only view of the boy is a wild tuft of pink hair.

                hunter shifts unceremoniously, reluctantly throwing his covers up and out of the way so he can crawl down from his bed. he and sang-in used to share this room, roughly a year ago - but it became evident that the much older male could not handle being in the same room as hunter. many awkward, uncomfortable instances passed before the younger male took the initiative to force his roommate to sleep on the couch … a measure he hadn't wanted to take, but he grew rather tired of having to slap away wandering hands or move himself to another room when the elder's advances became too much.

                but he can't be mad at sang-in. he needs help - and at this point in time, hunter is the only help available to him.

                ❛  do you want any breakfast? it's nothing fancy, but there's some eggs and bacon downstairs. it's still hot.  ❜  

                sleepy, golden eyes look toward his roommate in surprise. usually, hunter would do all the cooking and keeping house - atop of working two jobs and trying to complete his high school education in the summer. but it's january now, so he doesn't have to concern about that. it's his final year, anyway - by september of this year, he'll graduate.  ❛  you cooked?❜  he asks the obvious, though out of utter disbelief,  ❛  sang, y'didn't have to. ya'no i don't mind ...❜

                ❛  you do everything around here,❜  sang-in sighs, placing his hand delicately atop hunter's bare thigh. the younger flinches at the touch, swatting the hand away immediately. he's let him do that too many times. it's lead to things he'd rather not relive.

                ❛  i gotta,❜  hunter reminds him, climbing down the wooden ladder to the floor, hugging his arms around his bare chest,  ❛  you got fired, an' no one's gonna hire you until you get clean. it's a lotta work, yeah, but i do it 'cause i know i have to.  ❜  

                sang-in sighs, slipping his hands into the pockets of his sleep pants. hunter is right – he's a 35 year old addict, no college education, barely scraped by in high school … he won't admit it to himself, but he's using this softhearted boy to keep him alive. he manipulates him - the only thing hunter is unwilling to give him is sex, but he knows why. sang-in is the one who recommended him to that club, the reason he has that job in every way … he's torn down this child's future to spare whatever is left of his own. the least he could do is make him some goddamn breakfast.

                ❛  i'm headin' out,❜  sang-in finally says after a silent moment, bloodshot eyes glancing at hunter as the older man starts to scratch at his neck,  ❛  got anything for me ?❜  

                hunter nods, and sang-in knew he would. he watches that lithe form climb back up to the top bunk, and the high shelves where a few of hunter's necessities lay neatly arranged to prevent them from falling or being lost. he grasps a black book, a latin cross imprinted on the front cover. opening it, he retrieves two hundred fifty thousand won and crawls to the edge of the bunk, placing it in the other's outstretched hand.  ❛  please make this last the week. it's all i can afford to give you - i still have to pay the electric bill, an' buy us some fuckin' food.  ❜

                sang-in nods in comprehension. hunter knows he'll be asking again by wednesday.

                he crawls down again, listening as sang-in shuffles through the apartment, and slams the front door behind him.

                time to get ready for the day.

                the pink-haired boy rushes around the corner, knowing he'll be late if he so much as stops to breathe. he'd fallen asleep upon coming home from his shift at the coffee shop, and he'd been so tired that he'd slept through both of his alarms. he hadn't even had time to find his counterfeit id, whatever coat pocket he'd left it in - but hardly ever does he need to use it. his boss takes care of everything for him.

                he stumbles in through the back door, every lost breath caught in his throat as he finally takes a moment to stop and collect himself. minhyuk and nikyong, the bouncers, collectively raise an eyebrow as he practically flings himself in after unlocking the door.

                ❛  hey, kid - you alright ? you look even more shook up than usual,❜  nikyong remarks, approaching hunter and studying his weary countenance.

                ❛  i'm fine,❜  hunter says too quickly, starting to remove is jacket and hang it on an unoccupied hook. the neon blacklights of the club's backstage bathe his skin a bright pink hue, more intense than his hair. another setback had been the time it had taken to get his roots bleached and colored, for if his boss so much as saw a trace of his natural color showing through, there would be hell to pay. he has an image to uphold, an image that brings in  MONEY. hunter wheezes out the second part of his reply, clearing his throat to appear more stable after running five blocks without a break,  ❛  i was just runnin' a lil' late, 's all.  ❜

                minhyuk breathes a worried sigh,  ❛  be careful, kid. you still lookin' for another job ?  ❜

                ❛  i haven't found anythin', ❜  hunter comments, running anxious hands through his hair,  ❛  no one needs some seventeen year old kid on deck. i was lucky enough to get this one ... ❜   LUCKY is an interesting choice of word for this circumstance … but the single thought of sang-in pushes him forward.  ❛  i have someone i needa take care of. look, guys, i gotta get ready to go onstage. i'll catch up with you over a cigarette or somethin'.❜  

              with that, the youngblood slides into his shared dressing room, finding that sweetae was already there, applying the last of her makeup. she glaces at him and smiles, an oddly warm smile for a woman as sad as she.

                ❛  hey, attilayah - i was starting to think something happened to you,❜  she murmurs, voice soft as she spins in the vanity chair,  ❛  you're never late.  ❜

                ❛  it's a long ass story,❜  hunter sighs, shifting positions with the older woman as she stands and he takes the seat on the cushioned stool. without question, she starts to brush his hair back to help him with his face.

                ❛  well, i'm glad you're here. the other girls and i would have been mighty lonely without you.  ❜

                hunter often forgets that he is the only boy on staff - yet somehow, the main event every night. men and women alike came to see him dance, hoped to get a private session with him - but the club's owner never allowed hunter to do private sessions, for fear that his real age may become apparent upon closer inspection. and always was hunter grateful for that … but since he'd undergone those  PROCEDURES to look older, his employer seemed to be more lenient with a lot of policies. hopefully, he wouldn't bend on this rule.

                ❛  have ya seen eunbin today ?❜  he speaks his boss's name like a plague, and sweetae only shakes her head.  

                ❛  no, but he's here. i saw his car when i came in. i don't know what the hell he's doing but, i'm not all that concerned about it.  ❜

                no one really was.

                by the time makeup and costuming work had been complete, hunter was hardly recognizable. bright yellow and hot pink makeup decorated his eyes, as well as bright silver rhinestones and thick, black liner. his lips were painted a petal pink and adorned in red gloss, and long, bulky lashes extended from either of his eyes. his hair had been flat ironed and styled so that one eye is partially shrouded behind the flirty pink tresses, and a gold, ornately designed ring had been pierced into his septum, replacing the standard silver one he'd come in with. his outfit was no more than a cluster of jewels and fishnets, though hardly did it matter, for everything but the shoes and thong would be removed by the end of his dance.

                long, slender legs balance seemingly effortlessly on the monstrous heels he's been given, as he's been working here nearly a year, he's gotten used to moving and dancing in such  RIDICULOUS shoes. his build is slim and toned, though a bit too thin in some places, due to his lack of eating. but it isn't as though it mattered, nor anyone cared - so long as he had a nice ass and was pretty to look at, he'd have enough money to make it through the next few months. he's talked of finding another job to replace this one, but, no options have been made apparent. as uncomfortable and anxious as being a stripper makes him, as long as he can hide it before the stage lights go out, he'll be successful.

              ❛  yeo !  ❜

              that strict voice startles him to the point where he nearly drops the earring he'd been trying to put in. golden hues lock on the aged, familiar face - an entire dimension of discomfort passing through his body, all at once. most referred to him by his stripper name between the wall of this godforsaken establishment, but one man never did.

                kwon eunbin, his boss.

                ❛  i heard you were late today,❜  his beady eyes pierce through the young man's soul – but hunter is far from afraid of him. though the man makes him extremely uncomfortable, he prides himself on the fact that he's perhaps the only dancer here who isn't scared of this soulless demon – though in unison with the rest of the cast, he depends on him. he must show him respect, or he'll be out a job that he knows he  NEEDS.  ❛  thought you could just slip in under my nose, did you ?❜

                ❛  i'm sorry, sir,  ❜  hunter mumbles, though he does not break eye contact. his fists are clenched, as is his jaw - though his shoulders are relatively relaxed, for such tension as he feels.  ❛  it won't happen again.  ❜

                ❛  you're damned right, it won't,❜  the man of middle age echoes,  ❛  if it does, you and i will have to have a lil'  CHAT. time is money. don't fuck with either of those.  ❜

                ❛  yes, sajangnim.  ❜  he can feel the other dancers' eyes on him - the fury burning for eunbin enough to scourge the back of his neck,  ❛  i won't be late again. you have my word.  ❜

                ❛  now, before i let you go out, there's an executive decision that i've made.  ❜

                hunter swallows thick in his throat. his eyes stare blankly ahead, lips pursing as he absolutely  HATES when eunbin says that - for it usually translates to the fact he's made some selfish decision that will negatively impact the masses of his employees. he hardly thinks of them as more than whorish pawns that he can play to his profit … and while it's wrong, no one can stop him. if they do, they'll starve.

                ❛  since you've gone through with the surgery, and you look  SO MUCH BETTER, might i add,  ❜  which translates to  SO MUCH OLDER, which is just what eunbin had wanted in  FORCING hunter to undergo the cosmetic procedures he had,  ❛  i feel much safer letting you do private sessions. we'll say … one to two a night ? i'll let you decide on that one. i feel generous enough,❜  

                hunter's shoulders tighten, then. his eyes fill with anger, averting to gaze at the wall to his right rather that have to see that  EVIL face he  HATES so much.

                ❛  so long as you're doing at least one a night, the club will benefit. and so will  YOU,❜  he extends his hand and tightly grasps hunter's jaw -still sore and healing from the reshaping it had undergone. what results is a  HISS, and hunter almost bares his teeth in result to the unwelcomed touch - but by the last minute, he'd managed enough hold on his composure not to make such a dire mistake.

                ❛  yes … sajangnim.  ❜

                ❛  good,❜  eunbin maliciously coos, finally removing his hand from that  PRETTY, PRETTY face,  ❛  now, it seems as though it's about that time. ladies, prep the stage for yeo. he's got a big night tonight.  ❜  again, he turns to the youngblood, a falsely sweet smile placed across his chapped lips,  ❛  and, don't look so sad. it's not sexy.  ❜

                that seductive facade employed, the crowed simply devoured him, as per usual. down to the very last bit of clothing, which he teased halfway down his hips before giving a wink to a very lucky lady and sauntering offstage - he couldn't miss a beat. he was burning fire, he was everything they came to see and more. and he  HATED every second of it.

                admittedly, though, not  EVERY second. there was something exhilarating about the way the crowd screamed his name  ( the throwing of money was a little degrading, but, nonetheless he needs it,) the way they so openly and unabashedly adored him. even if it was just for his body, he could pretend like it wasn't.

                the short trek from the safety of his onstage illusion to the hellish reality that awaits him behind a thick, black curtain certainly isn't long enough for him to get his thoughts together. all he's wearing at this point are, as promised, skimpy lace underwear and 7 inch heels, with pink and blue flashing lights embedded in the soles. a biting chill runs down his spine as he doesn't even have the time to visit his dressing room before he's bombarded by eunbin, and a man that looks to be about his age.

                immediately, hunter slips his stage mask back on - expression going from a deer in headlights to some mythical creature that elicited seduction with its every move. lids hang low over his eyes and golden eyes peer through thick lashes - that mixture of sin and innocence his trademark, the very aspect that puts him at center stage every night.

                eunbin appears pleased with this shift, as does the suited stranger.  ❛  ATTILA,  ❜  begins the club's owner,  ❛  this is the man who paid  MOST GENEROUSLY for your company tonight.  ❜

                hunter only takes a moment to study the look of the salt-and-pepper haired man - dressed in a tom ford suit and expensive looking shoes. what odd attire to come to a strip club in, but he doesn't particularly care about his character - as he's  CERTAIN  such sentiments are reciprocated. he just wants to get this over with.

                ❛  well, it's nice t' meet you,❜  he says in a honeyed voice, low and fluctuating in tones for a harmonious effect. his lashes flutter invitingly despite the fact that he wants to vomit.  ❛  i'm flattered you'd put up so much money just for me. makes me feel real …❜  SICK, ❛  special.  ❜

                hunter can tell the man is looking his body up and down like a piece of meat. but how else would such a lustful character regard something made for nothing more than his pleasures ? hunter would much rather do this with a woman - it may be an unnecessary bias, but he feels as though a female would be less likely to tear him apart like this man looks to be a  SHARK in a fancy suit. the wolf exhales shakily, almost breaking character - though under eunbin's scrutiny, he manages to play it off as a playfully flirty sigh.

                despite his gorgeous ensemble, and the ferarri car keys jingling in his hand … something about this man is  UGLY. aside from the lone fact that he must be old enough to be hunter's father.

                ❛  you are special,  JAGIYA.❜  that sickeningly sweet tone goes right to hunter's stomach, and though he responds with a rehearsed giggle, the urge to tear out this man's throat steadily rises in him. though he's promised to himself he'd never kill a human unless they  REALLY DESERVE IT … and all this man is guilty of is being a pawn to societal lust.  ❛  now, come with me. we've wasted enough time standing here, right ?  ❜

                NO, hunter wants to say. but he gives a charming eye-smile and takes the man's hand, swallowing down the urge to scream. hopefully minhyuk and nikyong would look out for him in case hunter's previous assessment of this nameless man proves to be true, and he gets some  BRIGHT IDEAS in favor of not following the rules of a private session. the most emboldened of these regulations also the most violated: NO TOUCHING. hunter could not count how many times the cast would complain about wandering hands - maybe he'll get lucky, though. maybe this man knows better.

              wrong.

              as soon as the door closes behind them, hunter making to pivot sensually and use the mirror on the back of the threshold to his advantage, he's met with a very unpleasant look in the other man's eye. pure CARNAGE, and as a wolf, he can recognize it. but no - that glower is all human. all despicably human.

                but he hasn't touched him. that's a good sign - so hunter keeps going.  ❛  now,  OPPA, what 's it that you want, hm ~?  ❜  he bites back the urge to call him  AJUSSHI, hiding his scorn behind that pretty smile and hypnotic body. his skin is milky and soft-looking, even the protrusions of his hip- and collarbones look like gentle, pretty slopes. it's amazing how good of an actor he can be in this instance - in actually, all he's  WILLING to do is maybe spit on this man.

                but sang-in needs him.

                ❛  you're so pretty.  ❜  the man says, drawing closer. to avoid being backed against the door, hunter shifts his back and increases his proximity to the loveseat in the corner of the private room. this doesn't stop the nameless man, however, and in defiance of his feral instincts - for the  SAKE of both himself and this human before him, he swallows down every urge he gets to defend himself against a larger predator. wolves are aggressive and relentless when threatened, and though hunter's blood has come to boil, he tries to keep up his act to distract himself. his smile never falters.

                ❛  sit down, oppa.  ❜  hunter entices,❛  and i'll show ya just how pretty i am.  ❜

                the man does what is instructed of him, and hunter coordinates in his brain exactly how he will do this to preserve the fraying ropes of his sanity, keeping him from breaking. he doesn't have a lot of time, so he moves quickly, raising one of his legs onto the cushion of the loveseat, boxing his one-man audience in with his body. he makes an effort not to make any contact with him, however - aside from that flirtatious stare.

                ❛  you have such nice clothes …❜  hunter coos, licking his lips faux-innocently,  ❛  i would hate to mess them up.  ❜

                ❛  don't worry about that,  ❜  the man releases him of any worry he may have had about that, though hunter hardly even hears what he says,❛  there's plenty more just like them.  ❜

                how did a rich man stumble into  THIS part of incheon ?  hunter muses, he must have some sort of business here … some career stepping on the heads of the poor to markup his own value. again, that sickness in his stomach makes itself known, but every time it worsens, he just smiles more.  ❛  that so ?   ❜

                hunter gets tired of talking to him, and the man must have seen no value in this exchange, either, for he seems more focused on the way hunter's body moves. what a predictable and simple-minded person. biting back his disgust, hunter grinds down onto him - doing as best he could to ignore the erection prodding him - what a  PIG, and oh, how the wolf wishes to devour him … in a way far different from how the older man must be envisioning himself doing to hunter.

                though it isn't long after such a hostility is conceived that the wolf feels a tight  GRIP at his hips, pushing him further down into the man's lap.

                NO.

                ❛  let go.  ❜  hunter doesn't hesitate to command, trying to slap the hands away and dropping his act almost instantaneously. the man does not let him go, however, and hunter nearly GROWLS  as he orders him again.  ❛  i said  LET GO. you aren't allowed to touch me.  ❜

                ❛ calm down, jagiya,  ❜  panic is rising at the same rate as anger in hunter's blood, the use of that pet name causing him to nearly snap then and there.  ❛  i just want to make this more  FUN, for the both of us.  ❜

                ❛  then try a prostitute,  ❜  hunter says coldly,  his disgust now  EVIDENT.   ❛  i'm not a whore. you can't buy me that way. take your fuckin' hands off me.  ❜  he starts to raise his voice, hoping that either nikyong or minhyuk will hear him and come to his aid. he looks toward the door. nothing.

                his jaw is grasped for the second time today, and he's forced to look into those  UGLY  eyes. it reminds him of something he's seen before, but his recollection is hazy. but just that glare makes the scars down his lower back tingle  - his body remembering what his mind cannot. withholding his true strength, he tries one final time.

                ❛  let. go.  ❜

                ❛  i don't think so, honey. stop acting like this isn't something you want - or keep it up, rather. i like it.  ❜

                violently,  hunter smacks his hand away from his face and tries to squirm out of the iron grip digging into his hip –where he's certain bruises are forming now. he gets halfway off the man's lap before his thighs are grasped and he's pulled back, hunter's face now locked with  AGGRESSION  as their eyes again meet. the man reaches to pull down his underwear, and that is the final straw. hunter's hold breaks, and he raises a clawed hand, striking the man across the face.

                it happens so quickly;  blood stains the floor in a crimson flash, hunter able to  HEAR  the massive droplets hitting the floor and creating thick pools. the man cries out, his left eye socket  POURING BLOOD  as its rightful eye is loose from the thin veins connecting it to his brain. hunter jumps off of him, losing his footing as his legs give out and he falls onto the bloodstained floor, his clawed hand soaked in the man's sanguine, and thin patches of torn flesh.

                claw marks from his middle, index, and ring finger are glittering red, the imprints deep into the man's aged flesh as he shouts again, swearing out of utter  PAIN. he's still bleeding - blood is everywhere. the couch, the floor, all over both of them - hunter comes to his senses all at once and realizes what he's just done. his eyes widen and his whole body quivers … the man is still alive, but for how long ?

                at least he said not to worry about the suit.

                the essence of imperfect timing, minhyuk and nikyong burst into the room, the door nearly flying off its hinges.  ❛  KID, are you okay ? we heard screaming -  ❜  minhyuk stops mid-sentence as he takes in the scene. nikyong covers his mouth.

                hunter looks at both of them, eyes as wide as they possibly could be, 'twas a wonder how they did not simply roll out of their sockets. no one says anything,  the man's cries of agony are enough sound to fill the room. the victim looks up, left eye disconnected completely from the nerve adhering it to his brain, socket completely void of anything but the blood spurting out of it. his face is utterly destroyed, his mouth torn and the bone of his nose exposed by the ripped flesh.

                ❛  what the  FUCK  happened here -?  ❜

                the next hunter realizes that he is alive,  that his conscious is working and that he, indeed, witnesses his own existence -  he is wrapped in a blanket, nikyong and minhyuk, as well as most of the cast crowded around him. eunbin is pacing, and when he notices that hunter is awake, he all but  SNAPS.

                ❛  you little  ANIMAL,  ❜  he shouts, startling nearly everyone in the room. the two bouncers are on either side of him, seemingly protectively, and hunter nearly falls from his seat, the sudden shout startles him so.

                ❛   sajangnim, please -  ❜  sweetae speaks up, her tiny voice nothing compared to the way eunbin's bellows throughout the room,  ❛  attilayah was just trying to defend himself - the man broke the rules, and was trying to hurt him -  ❜

                ❛ RAPE HIM,  from what i saw,  ❜  nikyong cuts in, preventing the owner from yelling at the one who'd spoken up,  as he looked like he was about to,  ❛  the kid's underwear were down below his ass, and he was covered in bruises. cut him some slack - he did what he had to do. ❜

                hunter cannot find words to speak toward his own defense, so he is grateful that the other employees do it for him. eunbin, however, stares knives into the boy's eyes - and even through this state, hunter does not back down from him.

                ❛   that guy died on  OUR  property. how are we going to explain this to the police ? to anyone ? we'll get shut down for sure. i'll go broke.  ❜

                no one seems to be surprised that all eunbin can think about is money, despite all that's happened. hunter finally finds the strength to say something, though the scene plays over and over again in his mind - though he's been cleaned and taken care of, he can still feel that ripping flesh beneath his now-retracted nails. thankfully, no one seems to outwardly question just  HOW  he's clawed half a man's face off … though it seems as though he bled to death.  ❛  i'll … i'll plead self defense. that'll get you off the hook, won't it ?  ❜

                ❛  YEO, no matter how  GORGEOUS  that skimpy lil' body of yours is, people aren't gonna come to a club where some guy was  KILLED.  we have no choice. we have to hide the body. unless you all want to be out of a job, it's the only choice we got. he'll go missing for a while, but no one's even gonna remember him in a few months. it'll be fine. we'll be okay.  ❜

                hunter sits where he is, frozen, as everyone else rushes to complete the task. some horror is present in all of their eyes,  but desperate times do call for equally  DESPERATE measures.

                ❛  kid, you go home.  ❜  nikyong says, just as he's about to leave the room.  ❛  you been through enough tonight. go get some rest. ❜  and without another word, he's gone.

                hunter closes his eyes, though briefly opens them to try to decipher the face of the clock on the wall. 4.30am. he'd better get home.

                sang-in will still wake him up at 6.

#✞ ( // spilledink *. ) #( i think this is the first self para i've ever posted to this blog ?? jhdjhfhjfdj #i would say enjoy but ... this isn't something to enjoy lmao ;;; it's v messed up #but i've been wanting to write out some stuff concerning hunter's past #so ye #it's really not that terrible on levels of gore ... like its more psychological ?? #idk what this is man just here u go pls read it if u want hdshdsjh )

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Its different now... A Nash Grier Imagine pt 2

Well Its the second day of school. I woke up at 6;30 and had a shower. I then prep my skin and realize I had a giant zit on my cheek. “Damn..” I mutter to myself, I had clear skin most of the time but hell strikes every so often and my skin will go mad. I washed my face and held a warm Towel against my skin. I then slipped on a bra and knickers. I walk to my room and see Nash sound asleep. I smile and put on something cute yet simple. I wore a loose jumper with black leggings, brown Timberland's a a beanie not really bothering with making my hair look fancy. I then applied my usual makeup but with a bit of lipgloss on my lips to hide the fact that my lips were dry. I open my bedroom door to go downstairs and just as i turned the door nob i was startled by the sudden crying of my brother. I then run to his room and pick him up out of his crib. I go to the corner of his room and warm up some milk in a microwave which was in the room. I then took him  to my room and fed him. I hush him down trying my best not to wake up anyone in the house.I then Hear the weight on the bed shift towards me and a husky voice say. “So this is Your brother?” 

I turn around and reply. “His name is Ace. I named him that because that day i had my final exams and i “Aced” the test.”

“What?”

“He resembles success and pride. to me he is everything.” I look down and smile i feel a tear well up in my eyes.

“You ok?”

“Yeah.. I’m just really happy. Having a sister is fun too. Tori’s amazing shes one of my bestfriends i can tell her everything and even though shes young i just feel like ive got my own little apprentice...”  I watch ace fall asleep finishing the milk.

“Does your dad know i’m here?”

“Probably, don’t worry he’s still really chill as always, dad never changes.” I giggle a little.”Im gonna go put the lil one in his crib.” i get up and leave him in his crib.I then run downstairs and have my breakfast. I have cereal with a cup of apple juice and a 1 liter bottle of water. I hear the footsteps of Tori slowly coming downstair. “hey T you ok??”

“Yeah im tired though like really tired.”

“What time did you fall asleep?”

“None of your business” She said grumpily.

“Ok whatever... I’’m gonna go upstairs.”

I take some breakfast for Nash upstairs and leave it on my bedside table with a note explaining a few things. I then put my backpack on and put of a bomber jacket. I go downstairs and leave the house. I take the tube to school and prepare myself for a brand new day. 10 seconds before i was about to enter the building i heard a girl scream my name. I Turn around and see Mahogany and Shawn, I run to them hugging them. “How did you guys get here?”

“As always we have our ways...” Shawn said.

“Hey can we come with you its kinda boring in our hotel.”

“Sure but you'll need a visitors pass.”

I take them to the school reception where i got them visitors passes. I then got my DSLR out of my bag and snap a few pictures of Mahogany and Shawn trying to keep the pictures as natural as possible. The bell rang and i took them to the visitors room where there was pretty much heaven, A coffee machine, A whole table of food and snacks and pretty much what a party would have.  then Walk to my first class which was Media. I was so bored in lesson i had been passing mid terms and all that good stuff with flying colours. 

__BREAK TIME__

I was walking to the visitors room to go pick up Mahogany and Shawn and as i was walking through the hallway i bumped into a tall figure. I nearly fell back before the person grabbed my hand and pulled me up. I look up to see a boy, he had beautiful emerald eyes, brown hair and freckles. he was tall about 6′2 I smiled. “Sorry. Uh... Thanks.”

“Dont be sorry i should’ve watched where i was going. My names Flynn Rightwood.” He had a cute smile.

“Zahra Korra Marglin, You can call me Korra or Zahra whatever..” I held my hand out and he shook it.

“I think i’ve see you before...” 

“Im new here its my first year...” I felt butterflies in my stomach and then i realised. Nash.. What the hell am i doing. I’m emotionally cheating on him.

“Oh.. My sister watches your videos on youtube!” 

“Oh right cool tell her i said hi. Well i should get going i have some people waiting for me. see ya!” I say before i walk away. I hear Shawn singing Some of his songs. I walk in and sit down with them.

~~~End of the day~~~

It’s the end of the day and I drop Mahogany and Shawn at their hotel which was only a few blocks away from my house. I walk home and once i get home i’m confronted by the whole family, they were staring at me piercing holes into my skin. That’s when i Saw Nash standing in the background smiling at me with an embarrassed look. Then Cheryl broke the silence “Jaz would you care to tell me who this is?”

“Let me answer that for you hunny.” My dad interrupted, “This is Nash Zahra’s boyfriend.”

“Cheryl come on I’m an adult i get it your looking out for me but NAsh and I have known one another for years...Please.”

“Dont get scared i was just startled when i saw a young man in your room munching away at a bowl of cereal and a granola bar.”

“Hehe I wish i was there to see that... When is dinner gonna be ready?”

“It’ll be ready at 8.”

We all end our little conversation and continue on with our evening. Nash and I sat on couch while watching friends. I liked looking at his eyes I missed them, they were really special. really really special they made me feel calm.

------9:30-------

Nash had to leave and get his stuff from his hotel. I was doing a few assignments and then Tori bursted into my room with a huge grin on her face. “What are you so happy about?”

“I have a boy friend!”

“WHAT?! TORI YOUR MUM’S GONNA FREAK OUT WHAT MADE YOU THINK THIS IS A GOOD IDEA YOUR 13!!!!”

“Let me do  something with my life please....”

“If you end up crying like the baby you are dont expect sympathy from me.”

“I Hate sometimes.”

She walks out of my room slamming the door, I didnt bother shouting at her.

----10:40----

I wasn’t falling asleep. at all. II decided to get up and continue editing future videos for my channel and scheduling them to upload tomorrow at 1:30. I hear knocking on the door so i run downstairs and answer the door thinking it was our drunk ass neighbors asking if they could puke in our bathroom. I open the door and see Nash standing there with a luggage. “Hey. come in its really cold.” I let him in.

“I’m so tired....”He muttered.

I take him upstairs and let him get dressed in my room. I then walk in and see him wearing only a pair of sweat pants. 

“Wow who took all these pictures?” He points at my wall of photos.

“I did they all mean something special...” I take a picture of the two of us off the wall and show it to him. the picture was of one that we took if us together on my 16th birthday.

“I remember that...” he hugged me tight.

“Let’s go to sleep you seem so tired.”I smile pulling him with me towards the bed.

I fell asleep in his warm loving embrace.