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kenthoescore · 4 months

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💮 Blush Ice – Geto Suguru.

synopsis. Geto Suguru never thought that the smell of mentholated lychee vapes would get his cock hard and throbbing that is until the soft chime of his vape shop doors opened. part 2 here.

tags. geto as a vape shop owner, fem!reader, age gap (suguru is 28, reader is 21), mutual pinning, pervert!suguru, substance abuse, heavy mentions of smoking, vapes, and nicotine, explicit content. word count: 1.8k

note. not proofread, for the life of mine I cannot edit right now. part 2 will be posted soon. credits to: cafekitsune for the mdni banner.

You were going crazy.

It has been a full week since you promised to yourself to quit vaping. You were getting out of your mind, full bags of lollipops were sprawled across the table as you stared at them in hopes of fighting back your nicotine withdrawals.

Fuck my life.

The events of your life were not helping either, your grades getting below the average, the amount of stress the last year of college was slowly getting to you just as you decided to quit, and more importantly the fucking rent was due and you were not paid yet from your part-time job.

Your hands desperately inches to a cola flavored lollipop, and popping them into your gloss covered lips. Licking the sweetness and sucking it in hopes that it will satisfy you.

Unfortunately, it didn’t.

You’ve reached your breaking point. The dull thud of the lollipop hitting the end of the bin as it was rendered useless as you threw it out. Fast steps echoed in the empty apartment as you rushed to your room, feeling the soft fabric of the carpet as you knelt down and pulled at the small hidden box under your wardrobe.

Your eyes twinkle as you finally spot the magenta colored pod, bringing it to your mouth as you take your first hit of the week, breaking the one-week long streak. Mentholated sweetness dragging down your throat as you inhaled, you closed your eyes and fell back into the floor.

“That’s the shit.”

You muttered to yourself, exhaling the white smoke out of your lungs and mouth. The room slowly being filled by fumes and lychee scented nicotine. You took another hit, then another, and another.

Until you notice the bitterness slowly creeping into your taste buds. With your head mildly spinning and your body growing heavier under unseen weight being pushed to you, you exhale.

“This is not the shit.”

Out of all the fucking time it could’ve burned. It chose this day. You threw the pod to the side, clutching your head as the world began to spin rapidly and your body heavier than a thousand rocks. You had to make a trip to the vape shop. Unfortunately for you, the shop which was just a few blocks down your street closed almost a week ago.

Which was, to be honest, the reason you swore to quit. But you had no extra money left to buy a new one.

“Fuck.”

Suguru exhaled, smirking to himself as he placed multiple new boxes on the glass cabinet. Restocking the supplies of nicotine to his shop. Thick smoke flying freely in the air as he took a hit of his own, intoxicating sweetness from the multiple nicotine products seeping outside the box of freshly purchased vapes.

Eccentric and detailed tattoos decorated his hands up to his forearm, his hair neatly pulled back into a bun, and a few strands spilling out in front. He continued to refill his store, pulling boxes and boxes of vapes out of one large container, muscles flexing and veins popping through his tank top.

His eyes peeked up as he bent down, the soft chime of the door grabbing his attention. A small gentle smile creeping its way up to his lips.

“How may I help you, sweetheart?”

Suguru hums, his words like satin, smooth and gentle as he stands up straight. Meeting the eyes of the new customer, which was you. He tilts his head ever so slightly taking in your appearance, memorizing your eyes and the way your eyes searched and looked around his shop. His observant eyes grazed curiously at you.

“You looking for somethin’?”

He added. Walking towards the counter where it separates you and him, leaning over the glass. The black piercing in his ear shining under the light. There was one thing that rang through your mind, he was fucking gorgeous.

Maybe the trip half way through town was worth it.

“Just a new disposable, please.”

Suguru nods, and smiles softly at you. Your breath catches up in your throat at how seemingly gentle this man was despite the littered tattoos on his arms. God, he was like a breath of fresh air.

“Any flavors in mind?”

Your eyes wander around the glass containers, black boxes with disposables as its cover. Blue, red, pink, yellow colored ones, almost every flavor you could imagine. You smile back at him, your eyes boring into his. His eyes were like an endless deep dark chasm.

“You have recommendations? Don’t say lychee ice or watermelon, please.”

He raised an eyebrow at you as he walked across the counter, pulling out a laminated card with all the flavors he had. Amusement carved into his pretty features, a smile crawled up to his lips. His curiosity about you intensified.

“You seem like the type to pick blush ice over and over again.” He joked, a smirk playing in his lips as he gave you the card. “You smell like lychee.” He added, shooting you a playful smile.

Your fingers brushed lightly against his as you accepted it. Suguru could not keep his eyes off of you. You gave him a smile, heart beginning to pound in your chest.

“Do I?” Suguru laughs at your reply, deep and raspy. He put one of his hands in his pockets, standing taller than you as he straightened up.

“Just a little bit, sweetheart.” He mused, averting his eyes to the card.

“D’you like fruity ones or pastry?” His fingers reached over the card, silver rings adorned his slender fingers as they slid from left to right.

“Fruity ones.” He nods, fingers pausing against the column of fruit flavored ones.

“Try mixed berries.” Pointing at a purple pod fading into white at the top. “Or grape soda.” he continues, his fingers dragging further down into the card, stopping at a purple pod darkening up at the bottom. His fingers merely a few inches away from your tits.

His fingers were distractingly pretty, your eyes following his every move.

“What do you think?” He asks, his fingers dropping to the counter, he leans back down. His dark hair astray from the clean bun brushing against the side of his temple.

Your eyes settled on the grape soda, a new flavor you haven’t tried.

Lowering the card on the counter, it landed with a soft thwack of the glass. Your mind swirled with thoughts. Was it really smart to spend your last money on some nic? Could it really be that bad to wait for a few days? You sighed. It was extremely careless to spend the last bucks for a disposable when you can get the roof on your head ripped away.

“Nevermind.” You gave him a polite smile, “I’ll have to wait a few days to get a new one.”

Suguru’s head tilted, he was all too familiar with situations like this. Normally, he would smile, nod and let the customer be on their way but he couldn’t do that. Not when he couldn’t take his eyes off you. It was inappropriate for him to fantasize about a customer, even worse, with someone he didn’t even know the name of.

But, God, you were fucking hot.

He cannot walk let you walk out of the store, no. He needed to make sure you would walk back in his shop.

“Say what, sweetheart. I’ll give you this one and you can just give me your old one. Safer for the environment than to just throw it out.”

Suguru was spitting things out now, despite the screams in his thoughts. He could potentially lose money, not that he didn’t have plenty. You could run away with it and never show your face again but he was willing to take a gamble. He was positive he was beginning to look like a creep in your eyes.

You were not. It was like the heavens gave you a fucking blessing as he offered it.

“Are you serious?” Your voice is laced with excitement and disbelief.

He nods, his hands opening the glass counter and pulling out a black box. It was the disposable he suggested. He had noticed the way your eyes landed on the grape soda a while ago, his eyes never missing a detail.

“As serious as you want me to.” He played it cool, taking a step back at his advances. The gentle smile showed up again in his features.

“I can’t possibly, what if I don’t show up again?”

Suguru chuckles, pushing the box to you, stopping a few inches to your hands.

“Then too bad, I can’t see your pretty face ‘round here no more.”

You grabbed the box, it had a little weight to it. Your eyes shifted from his then back to the box. Guilt settling in your stomach as the man offered it. Suguru leans it closer, you could smell the menthol coming out of his breaths, a pleasant scent you could get intoxicated in.

“Trust me, baby. You can take it.” He whispered.

His hands slithering to hold yours. Eyes piercing into you as his eyes dropped to your lips.

You could feel the tension, the building heat in your core as he inches closer. The thick nicotine in the air makes you feel dizzy as you look into his eyes, he lets out a short deep chuckle as if he was taunting you. His eyes snap back into yours hazed with lust.

“T-thanks.”

Your voice shakes, sucking in a deep inhale. You had to fight every urge in your body to not smash your lips against his and sink to your knees to give the man a blowjob as thanks, lips closing around on his cock as your hands pump the parts you can’t fit in your tiny mouth.

He backs up, the smile still on his lips. He cleared his throat and took a hit of his vape.

If he would dare, he would kiss your lips right now and wrap a hand around your pretty throat decorating it with his own marks. Fuck you right there in the shop where the tinted windows would do a decent job of hiding the both of you, bend you over the counter while his hands would take a hold of your hips and keep you in your place.

Maybe he would slip a finger or two in your mouth as he whispers filthy words into your ears.

But not today.

“No problem, sweetheart.” His voice was sweet.

He then turns around quickly, hiding the print of his dick through his pants as it gets tighter and tighter the more you stand near his presence. He clears his throat, his face doing a good job of covering the dirty thoughts he had of you.

“See you ‘round.”

With a shuddering breath, you step out of the shop. The newly purchased, or should you say given? Vape in your hand. You were certainly going back in there.

Maybe get in cashless, and offer your pussy that was making a mess in your underwear for a smoke.

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atrwriting · 9 months

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the bee, the the bird, the bear -- uncle!carmy x babysitter!you

as always, warnings: major character death, past child neglect and abuse situations, swearing, tooth-rotting fluff, and eventual smut

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“mallory... what’s your favorite color?” you asked the young girl next to you, lightly gripping her hand.

“pink,” the young girl said, keeping her eyes straight ahead at the aisle before her.

you stared down at her and fought back the urge to sigh. you tried not to hold it against her, but mallory berzatto was a tough cookie to crack. in the few days she had been around, barely anyone reported on her asking for anything she needed or wanted. you knew it wasn't going to be easy, but it was growing difficult to continue to remind yourself of that. you didn’t have any experience in how to console a child as they’re experiencing grief, and you weren’t exactly sure how to do that in a target.

“i love pink,” you stated. “maybe when you get older, i’ll show you my favorite pink makeup.”

the girl only nodded. you glanced back down at her… almost wishing you hadn't. you didn't know if it was because it was the sight you were most worried for, but looking down at that girl made your heart hurt. all you saw in her eyes was vacant space. dark, blank, vacant space. it was like ghosts casted a haze over her brown irises… and you had no idea what to do. toxic positivity? offer to get her ice cream? you knew you shouldn't push as you couldn’t exactly blame her.

so you brought out the big guns.

“so, mallory…” you began. “do you like... starbucks?”

mallory’s head immediately turned on a swivel up towards your face, where you stood a foot or two above her. a small twinkle appeared in her eye, and you knew you couldn’t let it pass.

“have you heard of…” you began, wiggling your eyebrows. “a pink drink?”

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a little while after you had gotten home from target, mallory said she was feeling sleepy. she left you to go fall asleep on the couch in the living room. your next task was to do up her new room.

carmy had made sure to deliver a bed for his niece before you arrived. a quick vacuum and washing of the walls had been done before you were hired. you sighed, satisfied, before pulling out your phone.

you: i hope you don’t mind… but i bought pink wallpaper.

carmy: she like pink?

you: her favorite color

carmy: that’s fine then.

that was all you needed before you set right to work.

it took much longer than expected to perfectly set up the light pink wallpaper — but once it was finished, you immediately started on your other tasks. you found white bed sheets and a comforter with pastel floral designs that complimented the color of the walls. it was soft and airy and you hoped it would make the young girl feel better in her new home. it would be some time before carmen would be able to get furniture, so you bought a few of those cubicles with cute cloth drawers. they were trendy at the moment, but above all else: they were sturdy, cheap, and easy to put together.

you started folding the young girl’s clothes; tops, pants, dresses, skirts — the works. you weren’t sure of the girl’s situation before her mother had passed away… but the girl did not have many belongings after her mother passed. you were tasked with restocking the girl’s bedroom, including wardrobe, and that you did.

….while adding one princess costume. she said she liked tianna. so you bought it as a surprise.

he could take it out of your pay — if he really gave that much of a shit.

you had stacked a few books that you had grabbed from your younger years that your family had been saving — the books deserved more than just collecting dust. they deserved to be used by a young girl like mallory.

you grabbed what else you could, too — extra sheets, extra clothes, and a winter jacket on the smaller side that your mother had vacuumed sealed many years ago. winter wasn’t for another few months, but you didn’t want to see her without any of the things she needed.

it was growing late, but not close to the time that carmy usually came back to the apartment. mallory had slept through dinner — so for when she woke up, you made sure to prepare her one of your favorites from when you were a little girl: pastina. sure, it was good — but it was also quick, cheap, and easy to make.

you spied the little girl’s awakening state from peaking around the kitchen threshold.

“hungry?” you asked, trying to appear cheery.

“not really,” she whispered.

you clenched your teeth, not really knowing what to do. you didn’t want to force her… but she barely ate anything at breakfast, and hadn’t eaten anything at lunch. “what if… you tried to eat as much as you could, and then i could show you your new room?”

she tilted her head in curiosity. “my… room?”

you nodded, smiling.

“i shared one with my mommy before.”

you swallowed hard. you didn’t know what to say — so you pretended she didn’t say it. shitty, sure, but what else could you do? instead, you responded, “i hope you like the color of your room.”

her eyes widened as her mouth fell open. “what color!?”

you grinned, stirring the pot. “i’ll tell you after dinner! you think you want to try?”

she hesitated for a second, appearing yo consider her options. you raised your eyebrows at her, hoping to influence her in the right direction.

“okay,” she stated. “it better be pink!”

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carmen came home a few hours later. you were on the couch, flipping through one of your textbooks, when you heard the lock click and a man’s voice sigh and enter the apartment.

“hey,” he called, setting bags down on the counter.

“hey,” you responded. “i made mallory some pastina earlier — i made extra in case you wanted some.”

“thanks,” he responded, heading into the kitchen. “how was she today?”

“she was good.” you smiled. “seemed a little sad… but i think her new room made her feel better.”

“you already put it together?” he asked. carmen was spooning the leftover pastina you had made into a bowl for himself. the thought made you smile — an award winning chef eating your, in comparison, lame food.

you nodded. “yeah, shit, sorry — should’ve asked you before. i just figured because you were busy — that it would, um... it would help you out.”

he nodded, averting his eyes to the ground. he placed his hands on his hips as he considered your words. “no, yeah, yeah — you’re right.”

you shrugged, stuffing your books in your bag. “at least now you have time to do — other things with here. bonding, and stuff.”

he laughed slightly at that. “that… is proving to be difficult.”

you nodded. “movies are a good start. disney plus.”

he threw up a few lazy pointer fingers, quite literally pointing out that you had a good idea. “yeah, yeah, right… actually… would you mind setting that account up tomorrow for me? i’ll leave you the credit card.”

you nodded, and laughed a bit. “that’ll make her really happy. can i… be intrusive, for a second?”

he didn’t even get it a second thought as he shoveled food into his mouth. “shoot.”

“i know that you’ve got a lot on your plate,” you began, swallowing. “did you have a chance yet to… look into doctors, or dentists for her?”

his jaw tightened. “the social worker left a brochure, but, um — no, i haven’t.”

you nodded. “if you want… i could call around tomorrow. i know you’re busy.”

“fuck,” he groaned, his eyes averting aimlessly towards the countertop. his tongue poked out through his lips, and slid over the cracked skin as he appeared to be consumed by his worries. “i have to put her on my insurance.”

you swallowed again. “…leave me that number, too?… or, if that’s too invasive, uh—“

“no,” he interrupted, staring at you. he shook his head thoughtfully, as if to silently dismiss you worry. “that would actually be… really helpful. thank you.”

you shook off the praise, not wanting a blush to rise to your cheeks. “she’s super sweet. i just — want to help her is all. can i ask… what happened, to her mom?”

“drug overdose,” he answered plainly, nodding almost.

your eyebrows rose as your mouth fell slightly agape. that poor, fucking girl. you fidgeted with your fingers before you spoke once more. “she said that… she used to share a bedroom with her mom today. it’s not my business, but — i figured — you should know —“

“her mom stayed at the places she would score from,” he responded.

your jaw dropped. you couldn’t stop the words as they tumbled out: “that poor baby girl.”

he nodded then, placing his hands on his hips. you hadn’t known him for long, but it seemed like he did that when he was uncomfortable and/or didn’t know what to do. you figured he was also probably tired, and wanted to eat in peace, so you began packing your things to head out.

“hey, uh... carm?” you called, almost at the door.

“yeah?” he answered from the kitchen, as he unloaded the dishwasher.

“she’s lucky to have you.” you smiled at him as he was completely frozen in place, staring back at you. you closed the door behind you and left for home.

carmen didn’t know what to do with your words. he hasn’t really considered that, frankly, the girl, his niece, was lucky to be out of the situation she was — even if the berzatto family was a bunch of fuck ups who didn’t know how to control their emotions. carmen didn’t like to keep thinking about it, though — it had been hard to think about his niece, because then he usually thought of mikey — and that was too painful.

building the bear was… almost like closure. closing a chapter, but being able to look back at it fondly. however, when he was first introduced to his niece, who was the spitting image of his late brother… all of those thoughts crept back into him then.

staring at the little girl, mallory, was like the bear had never happened. the beef was still in existence; a flaming pile of shit, kicking and screaming. order was gone through the window, as was carmy’s small shred of sanity he had worked so hard to build and hold onto.

but she had smiled up at him, the first day they met — and he almost bawled his eyes out like a baby. a pathetic, fucking baby.

much like he had learned from construction of the bear, feeling collected and confident — bare minimum feeling okay — took time. a lot of time, money, and effort — but also time, and carmy could do time. he was barely at thirty, and some days he felt like he had no time — but he would make time. for mikey’s daughter — his niece, mallory.

he walked into mallory’s room after he had finished unloading the dishwasher. mallory insisted on keeping the door open with a super bright night light as she slept — so he only felt kind of bad walking into her room as she slept. he peeked around and his eyes widened.

it was like he had hired barbie instead of the girl next door studying for a law degree. the wallpaper was set perfect, faux dressers — he really had to get real ones, but that could wait — were set up and filled with clothes, there were books, toys, and it was decorated very nicely.

you had spoiled mallory.

you had spoiled mallory where carmy couldn’t find the time.

you had said before you had left that mallory was lucky to have him… but all carmy could think about, staring at his niece, sleeping peacefully despite all she had been through, surrounded by items and colors that looked like it was out of a magazine, was how lucky he was to have you to come into his life.

carmy was lucky to have you, and he would prove to his niece that he was lucky to have her around, too.

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queercoshon · 5 months

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I wrote another thing! This one has been in the works for a while. It is also posted on my deviantart. It's a little bit softer than the usual content I post. As always, please feel free to leave suggestions/ideas

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When I first moved into your spare room, I was definitely on the smaller side. Adult life had bulldozed me, and I learned quick meals and protein bars were the easiest way for me to eat. If I had to make something more complicated, chances are I would just forget to eat entirely.

You, on the other hand, loved to cook, bake, and create different cocktails. Every overindulgence in the past few years showed on your body, curves cascading down your back and flaring at your hips, and your belly often hanging over the waistband of your pants.

You quickly picked up on my food habits, and were quite frankly appalled.

"How can you not love food? Every flavour, every texture? Food is art to me. Have you had good food before?"

I shrugged, because, no, not really. My experience with food thus far had been boxed pastas, cans of soups and chilis, whatever frozen meals were on sale, and various boxed snacks. Eating them didn't bring me a fraction of the joy you got just from talking about food.

Thus began your mission of making me fall in love with at least one dish.

You really could have stopped at the first dish. The leek and potato stew blew my mind. I had never had leeks and found potatoes flavourless mush. But somehow you managed to make such mundane ingredients into a symphonious dish, tastes layering over one another. I could not get enough. The warmth spread from my stomach to encompass my body, and in my cozy bliss I just kept eating, chasing the high of this delectable experience.

I had eaten so much my stomach didn't even slosh when I painstakenly got up from the table.

Your first success spurred you into overdrive. You sought different flavour profiles and combinations, testing to see which ones would make me melt. Most of them did.

Most days I was coming home to the scent of dinner leading me down the hall, with an underlying sweetness hinting at dessert.

You tried a wide range of cuisines. Pot pies, various proteins with rice and veggies, curries from all around the world, and so many different types of pasta. Desserts include cobblers, doughnuts, pies, cakes, and a variety of pastries. I could not believe how much flavour was in everything, and was desperate to get as much of it as possible. Every meal ended with me breathing shallowly, hand caressing my overburdened gut, and you with a satisfied smirk on your face.

With your increase in cooking came your increase in eating. Slowly your body started to billow outward, filling out all your clothes, finally forcing you to look at specialty stores to restock.

My weight gain was not so slow. My body was so used to running on minimal to average calories, it didn't know what to do with the sudden influx, now having to process at least twice what I used to eat in a day.

The first place it was noticable was my gut. It only took a week or two before I had a cute little pot belly. It would push open the buttons on my shirt, and cause issues when buttoning my pants. The rest of my body followed suit. My thighs and ass started to swell, my arms felt constricted in my t-shirts, and a double chin was quickly noticable. I barely noticed. I was so caught up in a whirlwind of culinary pleasure that I paid no mind to my tightening waistbands and my gut starting to peak out of my shirt.

Soon you started cooking breakfast, too. The table would be covered in food, from pancakes to bacon, hashbrowns to quiche. Each day there was something different, and each day I gorged until nearly comatose.

Eating like this every day rapidly changed my body, I had put on 100lbs in 11 months, from the first time you made that stew. I had upgraded my wardrobe 4 times, and was needing to again soon.

And then is was December. The month of overindulgence. Holiday parties every weekend. Potlucks, cocktail parties, hearty meals, sometimes multiple events in the same day.

This was the first time I truly appreciated food; the tastes, the textures, and the stories behind each dish. I tried everything, and then I tried everything again. Most nights I struggled to waddle from the car to my bed. On the rare occasions I wasn't fit to burst, you sat me down on the couch and made me try your creations for the next party. On those nights, I was bound to pass out in the living room, eyes glazed over, gut too stuffed to think about getting up.

Despite all the socializing and gatherings, Christmas day was quiet, just the two of us. I didn't want to fly across the country to see my few relatives, and you were going to do a late holiday dinner with your family at the end of January, when work slowed down for your parents.

I received two sets of pajamas that year. One from you, plaid pants and a red flannel top. It was a little big, but we both knew that wouldn't be the case for long. The other pair I got was from a childhood friend I hadn't seen in person in over 2 years. The pants were baby blue with snowflakes, and the tank top had a cheesy graphic and the phrase "Let it Snow!"

When you went to go work on the feast planned for the day, I tried the second pair of pajamas on. Despite being incredibly stretchy, I could barely get the pants past my thighs. My ass was hanging out the back, and the drawstrings were instantly lost in the waistband. The graphic on the shirt was horrendously distorted, and I could feel a breeze on the bottom of my belly. I was about to change back into the first pair of pjs when you called me for Christmas meal. My mind now only focused on one thing, I stopped what I was doing and lumbered to the table.

You called it Christmas Meal, because it was past noon, but well before dinner time. With the amount of food you made though, we could be there well into the night. There was the traditional fixings; turkey, stuffing, gravy, mashed potatoes, green beans, honey roasted carrots, sweet potato casserole, and dinner rolls, but you also added a baked ziti dish, homemade pizza rolls, and cottage pie. Bottles of wine, apple cider, and sparking water lined the middle of the table. There was enough food for 10 people, and we were just 2. I could smell desserts being baked to perfection in the other room.

"This looks amazing! I've never had anything like this. I'm sorry I couldn't help..."

You patted my stomach and laughed. "The only help I need is getting it all eaten. Load up and dig in!"

I piled my plate high with everything I could fit. It would take me at least 2 plates to try everything, probably 3 with the portion sizes I was taking. I looked over, and saw your plate faced the same overburdened fate as mine.

You ladled me a generous glass of mulled wine from the crock pot.

"Cheers!"

And then we fell into a frenzied silence, only the cacophony of two gluttons enjoying a sinfully indulgent feast, and the tv still playing Christmas special reruns in the other room made noise in our tiny apartment.

I still don't know how you did it, but every bite I took had me holding back a moan.

My family had attempted to make a turkey once in my life, and it resulted in a tasteless hunk of disappointment, the bird so dried out that the white meat was somehow pointy and sharp. The one you made was opposite to everything I expected. It was nearly falling apart in my mouth, the seasoning from the brine and rub made it to every bite. Different levels of flavours washed over me, and my eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head.

Every dish you made was like this. Some of them I had equally dismal expectations of, like the green beans, sweet potato casserole, mashed potatoes, and pizza rolls, all things my family had made sacrilege of once. Everything else I either hadn't had, or only had store bought. Even the best store bought ziti bake didn't come close to yours.

I was put into a trance. There was not a moment where I was still, constantly chewing, swallowing, and reaching for the next bite. Everything was washed down with copious amounts of wine and cider.

My shirt was pushed up by my rounding gut, bunched up under my chest by the end of the 3rd plate, my cheeks were warm, and every gurgle my belly let out just pushed me to eat more.

Your clothes had given up containing your belly. It sat naked on full display, hanging out of your defeated shirt, pushing your thighs apart as it sank further. You were absent-mindedly rubbing the crest of your gut as you shoved another role in your mouth. I poured the last of the 2nd bottle of wine in your glass, and popped open the 3rd to serve myself.

It wasn't until just after starting my 7th plate that I realised how overstuffed I was. It all hit me at once, the bottom of my belly itching as my skin stretched around my stomach swelling forward, my breathe shallow and pained, my lungs given no room to expand, pushing out a burp with every other gasp of air. I couldn't lean back without getting a stitch.

You were in a similar state. Hiccups jolting your body shaking out burps, your hands gingerly massaging your gut which was red and almost shiny.

I don't know how long we sat there, just rubbing our guts and moaning. There was still food left, but maybe enough for 1 averaged-sized meal for both of us. Everything else was crammed into our bellies.

Firmly drunk now, the sensation of rubbing my belly was sending sparks along all my nerves. Between that and riding the high of the first Christmas meal I had ever enjoyed, I was lost in my own little world of bliss.

A harsh timer bell going off in the kitchen jolted me out of my stupor, unleashing a string of burps and a new bout of hiccups. You groaned as you got up, supporting your back and belly like you were 9 months pregnant.

You looked at me with a wine-soaked grin.

"Ready for dessert?"

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journey-to-the-attic · 10 days

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3rd anni req 14: mammon, belphie / nap

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note: i couldn't think of how to actively describe a nap happening for a sufficient amount of words, so this is mostly prelude to a nap, but it does happen in the end! requested by @soramcduckahyucky - hope this is to your liking!

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It isn’t that I didn’t feel the lack of sleep catching up to me, but I didn’t realise it was this obvious. I stare hard into the mirror for a moment, then sigh. All those sleepless hours are making themselves very apparent under my eyes. Nothing I can do about that right now...

“Are you done yet?” Belphie calls from behind the door. “Everything's gonna close if you go any slower.”

“Hang on!” I splash my face with a little cold water, hoping it'll help somehow. “It’s not that late yet. And there’s always tomorrow.”

“Yeah, but all the good stuff’ll be gone then.”

I pat my face dry and finally emerge from the bathroom. “There’s this cool thing called restocking.”

“Psh,” He mutters, as he always does when doesn’t have a clever rebuttal. “Anyway, bring a coat, it’s chilly.”

I didn’t pack one this morning, but I think I left one in the wardrobe. I swing the door open and stare at it for a moment. Then, all of a sudden, a wave of fatigue practically hits me in the face. I have to go outside. I have to walk around. I have to think about everything in the shops.

“...you feeling okay?” Belphie asks, as if from a great distance away. “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

When I fail to respond for about ten seconds - only able to manage a small, confused noise - he gets up and shuts the wardrobe door for me. Then he makes me look up to face him.

After a moment, he sighs. “Yeah, forget about that. You're taking a break. Right now. No arguing.”

“Break from what? Wait, the market…”

“We’ll check it out another time. It’s not a big deal.” He shrugs off his own outside coat, then starts shooing me to my bed. “Come on. Get comfy.”

“I don’t wanna,” I grumble, attempting to duck out of the way, but only succeeding in walking into his arm. “I can’t sleep now. It’s too early.”

“You can sleep whenever you like, actually.” He pauses, then sighs. “Alright, fine. Let’s go to the observatory.”

“Huh, not going out anymore?” Asmo asks as we pass him in the hall. “Ooh, darling, how about we—”

“Busy,” Belphie announces, and makes an oddly specific hand signal at him. “Can’t stop.”

Asmo had looked offended at first, but as soon as Belphie did the hand thing, his expression melted into something more understanding. He nods, and skips back on his way down the hall without any more protest.

What’s that about? ...I can't be bothered to think about it...

The music room is empty, but - unusually - the piano cover’s up. I wonder if Lucifer’s been practising.

Belphie makes a beeline to the observatory mattress, and flops straight down. He’s very eager for a lie-down, for someone who’d been ready to go out barely five minutes ago. That’s just typical Belphie.

“School been rough or something?” He asks, eyes already shut.

“Huh?”

“You’ve been staying up too much,” He says, opening his eyes again and gesturing for me to lie down as well. “What’s up? Any bullies we need to beat up?”

“Don’t be silly.” I wrench the blanket out from under him and begrudgingly let him have a half when he makes grabby hands for it. “There isn’t anything wrong. It’s just… stuff.”

“Stuff?”

I shrug and flop back as well. It’s not easy to put into words. I haven’t exactly been over-stressed, or over-worked… at least, I don’t think I have. It just always feels like there’s more to do than go to sleep. Like watch a video about ducks, or trawl through a mostly tangential chain of wiki pages.

“...I get it,” Belphie says after a moment, reaching over to tap me supportively on the arm. “Sounds to me like you need a do-nothing day.”

“There ya are.”

Belphie and I lift our heads almost in tandem as Mammon sidles through the curtain between the music room and observatory. Belphie glances down at me and pulls an exaggerated face.

“What d’you want?” He asks with well-practised faux grumpiness.

“Asmo said— well, doesn’t matter. Any room for me?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. “Scoot up.”

“Get your own spot,” Belphie grumbles, but does so anyway. “...I’m not sharing the blanket with you.”

“Whatever,” Mammon says, and yanks a corner for himself. Belphie clearly can’t be bothered to fight it. “So what’re we doing?”

“Nothing.”

“That’s boring.”

“That’s the point.”

“Do you hear that?” I interrupt. They both go quiet.

There’s very faint shouting from upstairs. And it's definitely Lucifer's,

“Sounds like someone’s in trouble,” Belphie comments, sounding mostly pleased about it. “And it isn’t Mammon for once. I'm impressed.”

“Oi!”

I move to get up. “I’m gonna check it ou—”

“Oh, c’mon. Whoever it is, they can handle it.” Faster than I have time to react to, his arm comes down like a seatbelt. “We’re taking a break. Look at the stars.”

“...fine.” I don’t know if I have the energy to make the trip upstairs, anyway.

The stars are as pretty as always. I trace the constellations with my eyes, trying to remember them all by name. Therapeutic and methodical, like counting sheep…

Mammon huffs. He’s started kicking his legs restlessly in the air.

Finally, he opens his mouth and takes a deep breath. Belphie makes a warning sound - he pauses, then starts at a volume probably much lower than he was intending to use, “Are we really just gonna lay here all day?”

“No one said you had to come,” Belphie retorts. “You can go do whatever you like.”

Funnily enough, Mammon doesn’t take him up on his invitation. “...nothin’ at all? Come on, we can’t even play a few games?”

“Fine,” Belphie relents. “I spy with my little eye… a big idiot who’s ruining the quiet.”

“Then I spy someone who needs a good whoopin—"

“Quit it,” I groan, though it’s hard to avoid a laugh. “We’re having a nice lie-down here.”

“Sorry,” mumbles Mammon begrudgingly.

“I’m not,” Belphie adds. Mammon makes a loud scoffing noise, but doesn’t attempt to retaliate.

Merciful quiet for a while. I feel my blinks getting longer and longer.

Eventually, Mammon cranes his neck up and glances down at me. He laughs quietly. “Hey, sleepyhead. Don’t need another blanket or nothin’?”

“Nah, I’m alright."

I can tell by the lack of movement on my other side (and the quiet snoring) that Belphie’s already dropped off. Mammon lifts his head again and glances over at him as well. “...I’m practically hangin’ off the edge here. Shove him over a bit.”

I look at him a little incredulously, but give it a go anyway. As suspected, sleeping Belphie seems to way about a ton more than he usually does - and I can't usually move him when he's awake, anyway.

Mammon huffs. “You’ll just have to squish up, then. Else I'm gonna fall off."

I imagine this is what the remote feels like when it gets stuck between the sofa cushions. I’m a little grateful for the sparse blanket now, though - at least I won’t overheat.

Mammon stretches his arms straight up and leaves them in air, as if reaching for the skies. After a moment, I copy him. The light of the stars behind them make my hands look like shadows.

I make a pair of dog heads. Mammon decides to do the same with one of his own hands, then motions for me to hold mine either side of it.

“Cerberus,” He announces, and we share a slightly muted giggle.

I can’t think of any more shadow puppets to make now. Without much else to do, I start hitting his hands about in mid-air instead. Mammon lets this happen for a little while, then very promptly wins the one-sided match by catching both of my hands in one swoop.

Belphie mutters something in his sleep and shifts, yanking most of the blanket to himself. Mammon catches the edge just before it can leave his range entirely and attempts to wrestle his portion back - but Belphie holds fast, so he settles for draping what little he’s recovered over me instead.

“Maybe you need another blanket,” I tell him.

“I’ll manage,” He dismisses, suppressing a yawn into his hand. “...man. Now I’m gettin’ all sleepy, too.”

“Belphie’s got the right idea.” I look over just in time to see a small smile cross his slumbering face, as if he heard, somehow.

"Might as well join him." Mammon stretches one more time before fully relaxing - he practically melts into the mattress. “We need to get your energy up, anyway. I hear Diavolo’s got somethin’ big planned this week.”

“Should we be worried about that?”

“...hmm. Maybe. That’s a tomorrow problem, though.” He yawns again and shuts his eyes. “Get some shut-eye, kiddo. I reckon ya need it.”

I murmur in agreement and close my eyes. Belphie makes another muffled sound - this one sounds approving. I wonder what he’s dreaming about.

We should do this kind of thing more often. I close my eyes and drift off.

#3rd anni event #obey me mammon #obey me belphegor #jtta ik #writing #soramcduckahyucky

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ieatmoonrocks · 21 days

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Waiting Room

Inspiration pic:

About:

Is an open-concept one-story house, furnished and decorated to fit my style.

Initially located in a seemingly endless body of shallow water, in perpetual sunset.

Has an extreme time ratio, one year here is one second in any other reality.

All realities I shift to include the safeword "sunset" which when said with intention to shift brings me here.

I am always aware that my WR exists in every reality and never forget how to get here

I initially am the only being in this reality.

It is extremely safe here.

I can't accidentally shift away, I must use the front door.

Anything I mentally script in cr shows up on a page in my scripts here.

The house "resets" when I leave, cleaning and restocking itself.

Features:

The bed is massive and extremely comfortable

There's a storage cabinet with various objects I might need

The wardrobe fills itself with any clothes I want

The living room has a tv where I can watch anything I want, including "movies" of events from any DR

The living room also has a bookshelf that has any book I want on it, including books that tell me the secrets of the universe.

The kitchen is fully stocked with the best appliances and ingredients.

The dishwasher instantly cleans dishes and teleports them back where they belong

There's a cup that is always full of whatever drink I want at the perfect temperature

The front door has a screen that connects to my laptop so I can choose from realities.

The bathtub and shower have all the fancy products and endless hot water.

There is a high quality speaker system throughout the house

The back porch has a hot tub, hammock, and dining table.

There's a front deck with a few plants.

Objects not meant to break are unbreakable and don't malfunction

And of course endless free utilites

Phone:

Is connected to pretty much everything.

Sends and receives information to the laptop, controls the speakers and tv.

Has access to any song/ show/ movie/ podcast/ etc. I can think of, even has stations for each reality.

Connects to food preparation appliances, and will alert me when the food is cooked enough/ prepared for the next step.

When cooking there's options to fast forward or even instantly cook to that steps satisfaction.

Smart alerts - phone is aware of my proximity, as well as how much attention I am paying to the phone, and adjusts how the alert is sent.

Can order any prepared food I want and have it appear on porch table.

Can order additional objects which will appear on or next to the porch table.

Can look up any book from any reality I want even with ultra specific details and then ‘send to bookshelf’ causing a copy of the book to appear on the bookshelf.

Can look up and save different environments in my phone library, and set the outside environment to match.

Can add additional items or rooms.

Indestructible, infinite battery, infinite memory, amazing speeds, stays clean.

Has access to whatever social media I want from any reality. has the best feed in all social media.

Has a library that contains records of all versions of myself in each reality, section of most interesting versions of self.

Can send info to my mirror to project certain versions of myself which then changes my physical appearance in the WR. Can edit DR apperances.

Can "invite" copies of people from my DRs, who show up at the front door.

Laptop:

Receives and sends info to the door screen and phone.

Archives all visited realities, auto generates info pages/ scripts from details received from door screen.

Has a program that works similarly to A03 ~

Can script random realities or offshoot realities, details can be filtered for/against. Pages of realities are generated with a list of ‘tags’, opening the page lists more in-depth information, that is searchable.

Realities can be saved to the main page. on the main page realities can be rated or flagged as no-go (these are unavailable in the door screen). keeps track of manually added likes/ dislikes, also generates suggested likes/ dislikes based off of traits in common between visited realities and my rating of them.

Can give summaries of what changes in between parallel realities when one thing is changed.

Has a section of good script suggestions that never end.

Contains a section per script of “mentally scripted” points that can be added or dismissed.

Has programs for designing characters, rooms, images, etc. that are very easy and intuitive.

Records daily journals of all visited realities (yes even WR), as well as videos that can be watched as any sort of genre.

High quality overall, unlimited memory and processing.

Has any video game from any reality I want, with no load times, high speed , all the good stuff.

Me:

I can eat as much food as I want, the food/ drink disappears once it hits my stomach. (Alcohol still gets me drunk though)

I don't need any digestive bodily functions to survive, and therefore no need to use the bathroom.

I don't get a period.

Drinking/ others have absolutely no negative effects on me, and doesn’t effect my immediate or long term health.

I know where everything is located in the room. I can never lose/ misplace anything, especially my phone.

I never spill anything.

I'm very creative (script ideas, reality names, writing).

All the patience!

I can never get lost in this reality. I never stray too far from the house, and I always have my phone when I go exploring which will point me back, otherwise I pretty much always know my way back.

I can’t get hurt or sick or die, including environmental damage like sunburn, poison, etc.

I don’t have any mental illnesses.

I don’t care about any of my stresses from other realities. I see them objectively.

I'm extremely smart, great at analysis, great memory.

I have perfect senses.

My appearance upon arrival is that of whatever reality I came from.

#bog is shifting #reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting #shifting realities #desired reality #reality shifter #reality shift #shifting motivation #waiting room #bogs waiting room

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mayakern · 9 months

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I assume since they sold so well there are some plans or atleast ideas going around but I’m so heartbroken I have to ask, are the black and fig eco miniskirts getting restocked at any point? I missed the drop yesterday by a couple hours and luckily snagged the other colors but black and that red are just such staples of my wardrobe that I gotta have them 😭😭

when we listed the miniskirts we only listed 75% of our total inventory on account of anticipating more size exchange requests than normal, as they are a new garment, so some time (probably in august) we will list that last 25%.

but as for a proper restock, well, the solid color skirts are complicated.

they have a really high minimum order to make them, but the minimum order accounts for all garments made in the same material and color, which means if we do mini and midi skirts in the same colors, plus maybe the wrap shirts, we could bring back colors… eventually.

and black will for sure be returning at some point and i'd definitely like to bring back fig, but it may take a while for the latter one. idk yet! it depends on how well the fig midis do in a couple weeks and how well the rest of the sizes of the fig mini do.

#ask #store #skirt plans

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0rgell · 2 months

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Can We Go Back (Yang Jeongin/Kim Seungmin) - Oneshot

General Masterlist

Pairing: Jeongin/Seungmin x OC (name: Bronte. The story is written in 2nd person)

Genre: mature, angst, romance

Word Count: ~8k

Warnings: mature, mild smut, cheating, swearing, feelings of hopelessness and uncertainty, angst, crying and others.

This is just a story that doesn’t describe Jeongin or Seungmin’s true characters in any way. It’s just a product of my imagination and should be treated as such.

This story is also on AO3.

A/N: As any other writer out there, I would appreciate reblogs and your comments on this story. Please let me know if you enjoyed it, and most importantly, have fun!

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Summary:

One shot. You and Jeongin have been together for a while now, but your spark is fading,. But one night, one party, everything changes.

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Can We Go Back

You, Seungmin and Jeongin have been good friends for a while now.

The first time you met your boyfriend Jeongin it was while you were working part-time at a small Tescos, in a quiet neighbourhood and he also was working part-time there. The small Tescos was always quiet and not much ever happened. But that’s how it always was in your small town, nothing exciting, not much to talk about.

The moment you saw him you were mesmerised, it felt like love at first sight. He’d often talk to you while you were restocking the shelves and chuckle while you made a fool of yourself stumbling over your words and clumsily knocking stuff off the shelves.

He’d tell you about his day and big group of friends. It was always nice talking to Jeongin after a stressful day at uni, he just managed to pull you out of worrying about your next assignment or report. Something about his aura.

Eventually, Jeongin got the courage to ask you out on a date after two months, you were so elated that you brought a whole new wardrobe for one date. It was clear to Jeongin that you liked him much more than a friend, you’d always get flustered and blush. It was cute to him and having this effect on someone made him want to make you his more. The first date was something you could never forget. You had dinner at a fancy restaurant, and when your dishes came you started eating and he dropped his fork. When he went to pick it up his fork he leant on the table. The whole table flipped and our dinner went everywhere and the whole restaurant looked at him, you don't think you’ve ever seen anyone turn as red as he did that moment.

We left shortly after and he paid for you. He taken you to a pond with duck and swans swimming around and get you an ice cream. It was the best date you could have ever imagined. The most time you’ve spent laughing and on that date in that moment with him walking around the pond. At that moment you decided you wanted to spend the rest of your mayfly life with him.

“Bronte? Are you listening to anything I'm even saying?” Felix snaps his fingers in your face pulling you out of your daze.

“Yeah of course I am”

“What was I saying then?” He raised his eyebrow at you.

“Changbin’s girlfriend, party wanting me to come” you recite the information you had collected like bullet points on paper.

“Oh, yeah so anyway. Are you and I.N going to come?”

“I dunno I’ll have to ask him first but I definitely want to come.” Jeongin will most definitely not want to go, he’s become more introverted over the time you've been together. But forcing him to go won’t be too hard. Maybe the party will be good for him, good for our relationship it certainly won't make it any worse, right?

“Good I don’t remember the last time we all went to a party, it's been so long” Felix leaned back into his chair sipping on his very sweet mango smoothie. But that didn’t last long before he was back with his elbows leaning on the table staring at you with curiosity in his eyes. “How are you and I.N?”

You didn’t bother moving this time as it's a boring question with a boring answer. “Were fine 4 years, nothing new. Nothing exciting except for Jeongin doing his master's degree, but you already know that.”

Felix hummed nodding slightly “You are happy with him though right?”

That was one question you were not expecting, nearly choking on your drink but quickly pulled yourself together “Yes of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be… did he say something?”

Felix laughed and shook his head “No he hasn’t said anything. Why have you been mean to our inny? Did you do something to upset him?”

You shook your head vigorously even though you knew Felix was only teasing you didn’t want to be painted in that light, “Of course not Felix… I was just confused why you suddenly asked that, it caught me off guard. We’re both fine.”

Felix raised a questioning eyebrow examining you for a second before leaning back into his chair “Stop getting so worked up Bront, everyone knows how much you both love each other. Your both basically the model relationship.” He reached out to your hand across the table and patted it.

This time it was your turn to raise a questioning eyebrow model relationship.

It was your first time hearing this you couldn’t help but think why because to you your relationship is average like you said nothing new or exciting.

You put your straw in your mouth and started to chew it while thinking, before realising it was not appropriate to do so. “Model relationship? What do you mean?”

“Why’d you look so surprised? Of course, you two are so cute together and I don't think I’ve ever heard about you two arguing.”

“All couples argue Felix, we just get over things quickly.” You shrugged hearing stuff like this was strange coming from Felix. You started to wonder if his smoothy was spiked.

He hummed knowingly, “but no one is as cute as you two” he cooed.

“Felix. That’s it. That's my cue to leave.”

“Oh common I was just joking” he whined throwing his head back and laughing.

“No I do actually have to go if you want me at the party, it's tonight, right? 8:30?”

“Okay, I’ll let you off this time, yeah Changbin’s house at 8:30. Be there or be square,” Felix confirmed.

You chuckled at him “Okay see you there maybe.”

“Yeah, bye”

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You placed your keys in the key bowl then tried to find your boyfriend somewhere in his family home.

You both were saving up to move out and get a place of your own but it wasn’t an option at this moment in time. It’s too much for two university students working at Tesco. It’s just not cost-effective.

“Innie?” no reply.

“Innie, where are you? I've got a question to ask you”

“I’m in the kitchen baby.” Your boyfriend called out.

You went to the kitchen and saw him standing by the hob cooking something, you walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist putting your nose into his shoulder and inhaling Jeongin’s familiar scent.

Jeongin chuckled at your behaviour “How was lunch with Felix baby?”

“Good” you nodded still buried in Jeongins shoulder, “What ya cooking?”

“Dinner for us” He left your grip and turned around gifting you with a sweet peck on the forehead. “What was the question then?”

“Innie… Changbin’s having a party tonight,” you stop to look at his reaction, his face remains unchanged still “Can we go, please? I really want to go.”

Jeongin sighs “You can go, but I don’t want to”

He never goes out anymore, you two used to go out all the time a few years ago, the honeymoon period has clearly evaporated for Jeongin but, you don't want to sit inside every day just work and go to university.

You do not want to do that, you don't mind staying in the majority of the time you just want to have fun sometimes.

“Innie, baby please come”

“Just drop it, Bronte” He sighed

His words made you feel upset and stomach twist, not only didn’t he want to go out with you he also called you by your name.

“No, I don’t want to just drop it” you mocked him “We never go out anymore, I don’t want to sit around and do nothing. It’s a Friday! Bloody Friday!”

“Bronte just go by yourself, I don’t have the time or energy to argue with you.” He sighed walking away.

Did he just say he didn’t have time for this?

For us?

For this argument?

For something that is important to you?

Were you being melodramatic?

Nevertheless, your heart twisted in your chest.

Was there any point in going after him? Probably not.

You were upset with how that went, feeling defeated and too tired for the rest of the day, so you grabbed your keys and walked out.

As you slammed the door behind you, you were greeted by Seungmin.

One of your and Jeongins friends. Seungmin also lives next door to Jeongin they grew up together and played in the streets when they were young.

“Pretty, you okay?” Seungmin smiled brightly at you making you feel like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders.

Seungmin always made your day better with his witty sarcasm and big grin.

“Yeah, I'm good.” You returned his smile walking off the decked porch to get closer to speak to him.

Seungmin’s smile disappeared, he probably knew you weren't okay from the way he watched you slam his neighbour's door

But who was he to push you into speaking about your relationship? And we both know he's not going to ask.

“Are you going to Bini’s party?”

Seungmin wouldn’t of know you had just had an argument? Disagreement? With his neighbour. He wouldn't know the heavy feeling that lies on your shoulders and deep in your stomach.

But you felt if you went to the party with Seungmin you’ll have a good time.

Maybe you should go.

“Yeah I’ll be there”

A slight smile pulled at the corner of his lips “Want to go together?” he inquired.

You thought on it for another second “Sure, why not!”

He pulled his car keys out of his pocket dangling them in front of you “I’ll pick you up at 8:15, okay?

“Yep, see you then!” You smiled and walked off to your car while the sun was setting painting the sky with brilliant pink and orange hues.

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Is it too much? You questioned yourself looking at your reflection.

A white flowy dress with small white flowers sewn into the fabric to the top. Come to think of it you look like a paper doily, but you didn’t mind it was cute. It came down the top of your thigh and held on at the top with the very thin spaghetti straps. It's still modest.

Still, you felt heavy from earlier, you know you shouldn’t have left the house that way, and still, there was an unsettling feeling in your stomach.

You know the both of you can talk it out tomorrow, your starting to think how Jeongin feels the both of you always talk out our troubles

A knock at the door brings a big smile to your face, you haven’t been to a party in a while the last one you went to Jeongin got completely mortal by 9:00 pm and you ended up looking after him the rest of the night and taking him home. On the taxi ride home he was sick all over you and the new dress you had brought for the party because it was a special occasion, it was Han’s birthday; his 24th to be exact.

God, you just hope you don't have to look after anyone tonight.

You run down the stairs and greet Seungmin with a big hug.

He smirks pulling away twirling you around “You look like an angel,” he said short of breath you probably just knocked it out of him the way you launched yourself at him “Wow Bronte I’m speechless, your gunna give someone a nose bleed looking like that”

Seungmin was always your biggest hype man he always complimented you, but just as friends and never anything more.

A slight blush rose up to your cheeks still not used to all his complement. “Will I give you a nosebleed.” you joked with him

Amusement lifted his twitching lip into a smirk again happy that you were playing along, “I don’t know, wanna find out by the end of the night?”

You laughed at his flirty joke and slightly pushed him by the shoulder “Shut up Minnie”

“Okay, Okay. Didn’t anyone tell you it’s rude to hit people?” Seungmin was pouting but you could still see the mirth swirling in his eyes.

You both looked at each other for a moment before bursting with laughter “Didn’t your mother teach you not to flirt with taken ladies?”

“Okay, I surrender!” he put his hands up “Are you ready to go?”

You nodded following his lead.

The car ride was mellow and comfortable with only soft music playing in the background and light conversation.

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When you arrived at the party your senses were already overwhelmed by the loud music, the stench of cigarettes other unknown substances and alcohol is quite a slap in the face.

Felix is quick to find you walking over with a red solo cup in hand and a beaming smile “You made it!” he flung his arms around you leaning his whole body weight on you, not managing to spill any luckily.

“And your drunk, was there pre-drinks here or are you just a lightweight?”

Felix giggled, completely tipsy with his eyes clouded in a haze and you help but want to be on the same level as him. “Maybe there was. Maybe there wasn’t? Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not.”

Nice riddles Felix.

“Felix, shall we go get me a drink?” You ask like you're talking to a toddler.

“Yes! Common let’s go!” He said excitedly linking your arms together, pulling you away from Seungmin and skipping, more like dragging you to the kitchen.

“What’s your poison?” Felix inquired while examining the colossal amount of alcohol lined up on Changbin’s kitchen island.

You shrugged eyeing all the alcohol, you really didn’t know. But, what you did know was that you wanted to get absolutely hammered tonight.

“I don’t mind, you pick. I want to get fucked up tonight”

Felix squealed a bit before picking up a rum, vodka and sambuca bottle “Eenie meenie miney mo which one shall let Bronte go!” He chanted like a kid and ended up eliminating all but the vodka. “We’ve got a winner!” he sang.

“Amazing Lix! Pour me one please”

While Felix was not so carefully stumbling around the kitchen grabbing a new plastic cup and filling it with an unholy ratio of 10% lemonade and 90% vodka, you took the time to look at his outfit, black skinny jeans, black shirt, a pink and white checkered cardigan and white trainers.

You did want to get fucked up but you didn’t want to be spilling your guts by the end of the night.

“Hey! Are you trying to poison me?”

Felix gave you a shit-eating grin and placed the flimsy cup in your hand, you could feel the liquid inside, warm, it was warm.

Delicious.

“Is there any ice-” You were cut off.

“Bronte! I haven’t seen you in ages!” the whining tone was something that could only be Hyunjin.

He placed his hand on your shoulder and spun you around quickly. You had truly missed his face, he had been away for 6 months in Egypt because of his archaeology major.

When you think of it archaeology is the last thing you would ever think of doing but it fits Hyunjin well. He was always a little odd, fascinated by strange things and collecting fossils when you’d get dragged along with him to odd quirky shops that sold all types of miscellaneous objects.

One time you honestly thought he was a witch or wizard.

“How was Egypt?” You questioned

“Amazing I even got a tan!” He took his hands off your shoulders and pulled up his long sleeve shirt to show you his golden tan.

You were jealous not even going to lie.

“Your glowing Hyun!” You exclaimed pulling your extremely pale arm next to his to look at the comparison.

He flipped his long black hair “Yeah I know and you look like you’ve died, or a vampire.” He laughed at his own joke throwing his head back.

You didn’t find it as funny as he did “Ha-ha very funny” You said pulling your arm away from his. “You got a drink?” you questioned moving the conversation on from your painful paleness.

His eyes darted around the place taking in the atmosphere “It’s kind of overwhelming isn’t it?”

You were confused.

What was he talking about?

Was he even talking to you at that point?

He just completely ignored your question.

“Hyunjin?” you looked at him confused.

Just like he realised you were confused he laughed trying to avoid your awkward stare “I mean the party… just being out in Egypt, in the desert, it’s so quiet there and you're basically alone… I just forgot how many people could fit in the same room”

You watched as he used his arms to hug himself, looking very unsettled, eyes darting around everywhere.

You couldn’t help but feel sorry for the boy “Parties were never your thing were they” he nodded and you looked up at him sympathetically, before dragging him to the kitchen island, “Look… I know you're nervous but… let’s just get fucked up together yeah?”

“Yeah, okay,” Hyunjin said as he fiddled with the sleeves of his long shirt.

“I’ll stay with you the whole night if you want?” You teased the nervous boy.

“Leave off Bront, let’s just get some shots down us.”

“Okay shot half of this drink Felix made for me though, I want something different”

You both shot the poison Felix had given you and you laughed at Hyunjins face all contorted “That tastes like shit!”

You hum in agreement the burning sensation still hadn’t left so you pour out shots of cherry sourz hoping to lessen the burning.

After slamming the shot down he tuned and looked at you with a smile on his face.

“Now that,” He pointed at the small plastic shot cup, “that’s the good shit!”

One.

Two.

Three.

You lost count after the sixth, the sweet liquor was starting to make you feel the effects of the alcohol coursing through your veins making your body feel lighter and slightly uncoordinated but it doesn’t matter when you and Hyunjin are completely shit-faced.

Han comes running over like a tank shouting alien words you can’t make out, slamming straight into you giving you a hug and you spill the neon pink sticky shot all over Hyunjin’s white shirt from the impact.

Your mouth comes undone with a gasp “Han! You made a mess! Oh my god Hyunjin I’m so sorry!” You grab a chunk of tissues and try to rub the liquid off, being as drunk as you were you didn’t even consider that it wouldn’t work.

“I’m so sorry!” Han spoke very quickly, joining you and grabbing some tissues

Hyunjin’s laugh goes straight to your ears like music, unsettling your nerves “Bronte, it’s okay let's go dance!” He said grabbing your wrist and pulling you to the living room that has had all the sofas pushed to the outskirts of the room.

Seems like he didn’t care about the shirt.

Or at least he didn’t care now.

That's when you realised you were both drunk.

“Han you coming?”

He nods and follows the both of you to the living room, the room is hot everyone is pressed up against each other and loud music.

What do you expect from a university party though?

Despite the argument with Jeongin earlier, your eyes drift around the room taking in the ambience, all the heaviness is pushed out of your mind and replaced with happiness.

You’d forgotten all about the argument.

You feel completely free.

Sweating all the alcohol out from dancing. The need to feel more inebriated is sparked in your mind, although you still felt drunk.

“Guys I’m going to go get another drink” you shout over the music.

They both smile at you indicating they heard you, so you make your way to the kitchen.

As you enter the kitchen someone comes behind you pulling you flush against their body, you could feel their tight muscles against your back.

You feel nervous.

Excited.

“Guess who?” Someone whispered in your ear sending shivers up your spine.

Your breath hitched.

“Oh, I wonder who this is?” you try to get out of his grip to turn and face him but there's no avail.

“Nuh-uh, you can’t turn until you guess, pretty girl”

“Seungmin!” you giggle squirming in his grip.

He chuckles turning you around to face him.

He looks so good.

Your eyes trail down his face meeting his lips, they look so plump, kissable.

You shouldn’t be having these thoughts.

But trying to look somewhere other than his lips but it's so hard.

He’s your friend.

He’s your boyfriend's best friend, they grew up together.

Stop having these thoughts, Bronte. you try to tell yourself as a blush rides up your face

Seungmin must of not noticed your gawking state or if he did he didn't want to bring it up. He clears his throat and looks away his lips are almost the same colour as his cheeks…

Is he blushing?

Oh god, you must have made him uncomfortable.

“What gave it away?”

“Hmm, I don’t know, everyone calls me pretty girl.” The sarcasm is apparent in your tone.

“Should I come up with another nickname then?” Looking into his eyes is becoming unbearable without blushing so you force your eyes away.

He placed his cold hand on your jaw lightly pulling it up until your eyes meet his, fingers lightly brushing just below your lip and raise your hand to his arm, your head was spinning but at least your anchor on him keeps you from taking flight from the butterflies in your stomach.

Is he flirting with you?

How you wish you’d look away to stop the butterflies, but it was too hard.

Mouth slightly slack your starting to wish it were only the two of you there and everyone else would go home.

But that's exactly how it felt. Just the two of you his eyes looking deeply into yours as if searching for answers.

“How about Darling?” He questions voice low and the way it rolls off his tongue sounds so beautiful, not only that it ignited something in your core.

What if you were to kiss him?

Would he scold you?

Was he just playing around with you if he was you wish he’d stop because these feelings are not safe.

When did you start feeling this way? You truly never thought you’d feel this way for Seungmin, for anyone other than Jeongin.

“You two enjoying the party?” You're pulled out of the trance Seungmin just had you in, snapping your head around to see the only other person who must have just entered the kitchen.

You’d been so stuck in trance you didn’t even notice him come in.

“Um” you clear your throat awkwardly “I… yeah Bini you’ve really outdone yourself this time!”

Ashamed you felt so ashamed, had Changbin been there the whole time? Did he hear your conversation?

Nothing happened but you can only hope if he did he wouldn’t say anything.

“You think?”

You nodded your head vigorously, still feeling slightly fuzzy.

“I was just about to have another shot then take Bronte home, the party was good. Thanks, Bin mate.”

“Yeah it’s getting pretty late, everyones going to be leaving soon anyway,” Changbin said refiling his cup “Right, I better go back out there, there’s a serious game of UNO going on and I need to supervise you know how Lix gets when he loses.”

Seungmin laughs at Changbin's statement saying goodbye to him before we apparently depart.

You take a couple more shots, you don’t know why your already inebriated enough but feel nervous from the feelings you didn’t know you harboured.

“Woah, Darling slow down, what you going to do sit at home drunk?”

Darling he said it again and those stupid butterflies you’d wish would go away came back even stronger and your core started throbbing.

You were so fucking frustrated with the way your body was reacting you slammed down another shot.

“Bronte I’m serious” He stated so much authority in his voice was projected making you feel weak at the knees.

You didn’t listen though, you needed to stop feeling like this. Your hand reached out and poured another but before the shot could even reach your lips it was snatched from your grip.

You whined “Seungmin that’s mine. Pour your own.”

He drank the shot and you couldn’t help but look at his long neck as his Adam's apple bobbed down.

“No more before the taxi arrives.”

You huffed like a child who was just told they couldn’t have any sweets from the pick n’ mix.

“Fine” You used your arms to pull yourself up onto the kitchen side and crossed your arms over your chest.

His eyes went to your chest for a split second but… you saw.

Your flush rose up your neck, making you feel lightheaded, so you turned away from his gaze.

You were stropping and it seemed like Seungmin didn’t mind at all from the joyous glint in his eyes.

—------------------>>>

In the small taxi, the seat was uncomfortable as you sunk into your seat. Seungmin sat down after you, pressed to your side. His legs fit well, and he spread them to get comfortable.

Your place was just down the road it was just a few minutes.

You could endure it through.

His entire body was pressed to yours, shoulders, arms, thighs and you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

He didn’t seem to mind much, not moving away from you.

You swallowed head spinning from the alcohol, “You have to close the door, for us to go”

He nodded, pulling the door back to shut it, and suddenly the space was even smaller, it was too quiet, and the tension was tangible.

Too close.

He was so close to you, and he looked so pretty in this dim taxi lighting.

He rolled his eyes, turning to face the screen in front of you, “Why isn’t he driving?”

“He’s on the phone ” You mumbled quietly.

The engine started, making a jutter in the car, and you both waited.

“Is he…going?” Seungmin asked, holding his breath.

You laughed, “Yeah, probably about to”

“We kind of match today” You pointed out, staring at your reflections in the tinted window in front of you both separating you from the taxi driver.

He laughed, “Yeah we do”

The taxi suddenly pulled off, and you were both caught off guard.

He breathed out a slight chuckle, “You alright?”

His hand rested on the bare skin of your knee, you tried not to focus on how his hand against your skin sent tingles down your spine, and made your stomach twist.

You hummed

He turned to you, “You look really pretty today”

Your breath caught in your throat, at the simple comment, “You think? Didn’t you tell me that earlier?”

He nodded, hand landing on your leg, absentmindedly, “Of course, I’ll always remind you how pretty you are… did you have a good time tonight?”

You smiled, “Yeah”

“I like seeing you like that,” He said, and you didn’t realise that he wasn’t looking forward anymore.

“Like…what?”

“Happy”

You turned to him at those words, breath catching in your throat at how he was looking at you.

His lips were tugged up into a soft smile, and your eyes wandered over his features.

“Im… always happy” You reminded him, but your voice was breathy.

Unsure.

Being inside the taxi felt like you were in a different dimension or planet, somehow.

“Yeah… you weren’t earlier when I saw.” He replied, the taxi kept moving, but you and Seungmin were too busy staring at each other.

It was just you and him, and nothing else mattered.

Your eyes searched his face, heart pounding.

You were now suddenly aware of how his hand rested on your leg, fingers resting between your thighs and neither of you had even noticed, because it had just felt so natural.

“Do you like my dress?”

You don’t know why you asked him that.

His eyes fell on it, gazing over the white hem, and how it hugged you tightly now you were sat down.

He looked up at you again, gaze dark, “I’ve never seen you in it before… is it new?”

You thought hard to not let something stupid out, “Um, no, it’s old but…I only wear it on occasion”

His fingers, tucked between your thighs, just where the hem of your dress ended, like they belonged there.

Seungmin swallowed, looking back at it again, “Yeah. It’s…really short”

You wish he’d drag those fingers up and slip them under your dress.

“Yeah, it is…” You looked up at him.

You were so close to him, faces inching closer with every passing second, and the taxi kept getting moving but you’d already forgotten everything else.

Only passing street lights were illuminating the inside of the taxi, darkening every so often.

Inside this taxi you existed outside reality, and outside of the world where you were just friends.

He was breathing heavily now, gaze trapped on how his hand fit so perfectly between your legs.

“You like that it’s short?”

His eyes widened slightly at the question.

His gaze burned through you, as he said his next words, “Yeah…I love that”

Then your thighs clenched together, completely out of your control, trapping his fingers within them, and Seungmin’s eyes flickered to yours, that was enough.

It was enough to push you both over the edge, you don’t even know which one of you moved first, but it didn’t matter because the next thing you felt was his lips on yours, and Seungmin was kissing you.

You almost let out a quiet moan, of gratitude.

It was desperate, and it was hot and not appropriate.

Your hand immediately slid to his hair,

His hand that was on your thigh finally moved up, slipping under your dress, and Seungmin let out a deep groan when his fingers reached against the lace of your underwear.

He tilt his head, to kiss you better and a whimper escaped you.

“Fuck, Bronte” He mumbled, pushing your dress up with his other hand, and it was so short anyway, but at this point, you may as well have not worn it.

“Min-” You whined, between kisses, and then his hands dropped to your waist, as he tugged you up, pulling you into his lap.

It was easy. It was easy because there was no space anyway.

You sat on top of him, thighs straddling his, hands holding his face to kiss him better, to kiss him deeper.

It was easy, but it was wrong, and you weren’t supposed to do this.

His urgency was hot, and his kisses were rough, and his hands squeezed you, pulling you even closer, till your chest was pressed up to his.

There was no space between us.

None but it didn’t feel bad.

You’d barely started, but you were already lightheaded, and breathless, and Seungmin seemed to be feeling the same as you, chest heaving.

“Fuck” You mumbled, pulling away, hands resting on his shoulders, “We can’t do this, Min”

Seungmin nodded, looking up at you, lips swollen already, “Yeah. We…we can’t”

His words were useless though, because by the end of his sentence, he was already kissing you again.

“We should stop” He muttered, whilst pressing kisses into your jaw, tilting your face so he could nip at the skin of your throat.

“We should—” You moaned at the sensation, eyes closing as he sucked on the skin.

“Fuck” He groaned, attaching his lips to your throat, his other hand in your hair, holding you in place because you were squirming so much.

“I thought about you every fucking second, the entire fucking party, most of the time I’ve known you” The lust in his voice was loud, unlike the mumble that just reached through his lips.

You grabbed his face, to kiss him again, bruising his lips with force. Both of you equally bad at self-control.

You were both just friends.

You needed to be.

You have a boyfriend. You were supposed to stick to him, and everything in the world depended on it and you shouldn’t be doing this.

But you were doing this.

In this taxi.

“Min—” You pulled away to tell him this, mouth hovering over his, “Maybe…maybe we can just kiss here, till…we get to my house.”

His eyes scanned yours, as if trying to find the logic behind it but you were both drunk so there was no logic, it didn't take long for him to agree, “Yeah. Okay”

“Yeah,” your lips parted, giving him access to slip his tongue in.

“Fuck. But this…this isn’t a good idea”

“I know” You sighed, but still letting yourself feel the bulge under you, “Your hard?” You said it like a question, but you both knew he was.

“What do you think?” A breathy chuckle left his mouth

But then the taxi came to a stop, meaning your ride was over and you were outside your house.

You both should have stopped.

But, Seungmin spoke up.

“Can you take us around the block a couple times please?” Seungmin asked the taxi driver desperately, breathlessly.

The taxi began to drive again.

You kissed again.

It was more rough now, trying to make up for the short time you had, because this could only happen here, it could only happen now.

His hands were exploring you, tracing your body, moving over your thighs, your hips, your waist.

“What can you do to me in the time around the block?”

Seungmin moaned, pushing his tongue back into your mouth, “Not as much as I’d like, not enough”

It was rushed, and you didn’t care. Your dress had ridden up completely, and you could feel how hard he was, restricted by the jeans.

It wasn’t enough.

Your hands grabbed onto the headrest behind him, and you shifted in his lap, so you could feel him better underneath you.

“Wait, wait, Bronte…” He mumbled, pulling away.

His hands slipped under your dress, his large hand gripping your sensitive hips.

He sighed contently, “Like this”

Gabbing your hips, he then dragged you over his bulge.

“Like this?” You asked him, doing as he just done without his help.

He let out a loud grunt, head falling back against the headrest, “Yeah. Just like… that”

His hips bucked up into you, making you whine.

You were dizzy, from the feeling of his member pushing into you and maybe the alcohol.

Your imagination started running while thinking how it would be so easy to pull aside your wet pants, and slide him into you, you couldn’t.

This had to be it.

“Does it feel good?” You asked, through breaths. The friction was making you both feel so good, and your gut was tightening.

His eyes were closed, and he was biting his lower lip, “Yeah, fuck. So fucking good”

Your mouths just hovered other each other, puffs of his breath hitting your lips, mixed with his whines and moans as he set a pace in moving your hips over his.

His whines were so loud.

It was like he couldn’t think about anything else except moving you over his bulge.

He then gripped your hips again, so he could thrust up into you, and you squeezed your eyes shut. Your head fell backwards, from the intensity sering through you, and Seungmin took the opportunity to kiss your neck again, sucking on the same spot as before.

He grind up into you again, hard, and harsh, “You drive me crazy”

You moaned, matching his thrusts, “I… can’t believe we’re doing this”

The taxi stopped again.

Why couldn’t you stay in here forever?

By the way that he was moaning under you, he didn’t want to stop either.

“Shit” His head fell forward, onto your chest, “This is… so inappropriate.”

You both knew you had to get out of the taxi, you couldn’t ask him to drive around the block again.

You weren’t ready for this to end, not yet, not so soon. You still wanted him. You weren’t ready for the real world, and for the consequences.

A moment of clarity.

A moment to breathe.

A moment to think.

You got out of the taxi after paying the driver and you looked at Seungmin under the moonlight. His hair was messed up, and his lips were bruised and swollen, and everything about it was so wrong, but it was so right.

Your heart squeezed in your chest.

What the fuck were you doing?

He looked confused, and worried, and you were confused too.

You…shouldn’t.

It could ruin everything. It would ruin everything.

Your head was still spinning, and there was not enough oxygen in the room for your lungs.

You needed him.

His lips swollen, panting.

You’ve done that to him.

You let out a breath, still panting from the kiss, still not completely sober, “Fuck it,” his eyes were still on you and his eyebrow raised in confusion “Come in… please.” Your eyes were full of hope.

You couldn’t stop it from getting more complicated than it already was.

There was nothing but a burning, intolerable desire.

You both knew it was wrong but you couldn’t help yourself.

His silence was scary and you were scared you had crossed the line.

Scared that he would tell Jeongin that it had gone this far.

But every line that was supposed to be there, had already been crossed.

He shook his head in denial, before speaking in a soft tone, “Just this once we… we can’t do this again after this. Okay?”

You don’t know who he was trying to convince you or himself but you didn’t care.

So, you just lead him up to your door.

—-------------------->>>

“No,” you said to yourself eyes squinted tight, tears threatening to fall as your lip trembled.

You felt sick.

4 months.

That’s how long it’s been since you fucked up, since you slept with your boyfriend's best friend, and now your staring at the two lines in front of you.

You never thought of the consequences.

It was a moment of stupidity.

The one time you slipped.

But it wasn’t that one time, that one time turned into sneaking around more.

Wanting him more, needing him more and your thirst was never quenched.

Even now, you wanted his arms around you, you wanted to be close to him, buried in his sent.

You want to be kissing his lips, his lips were addictive to you.

You wanted him to tell you everything was going to be okay.

You could never get enough.

You were happy with Jeongin, but you were also happy with Seungmin.

Many times he’s asked you to leave Jeongin but, how could you?

The consequences of everyone finding out what you were doing, would everyone ostracise you?

Would they hate you, you couldn’t lose your friends.

You couldn’t lose Jeongin.

But you wanted Seungmin.

The thought of losing the people closest to you was unbearable, but you needed to tell Seungmin, you had to.

You called him, chewing your lip, hands trembling waiting for him to pick up.

He didn’t pick up.

You felt like you were in quicksand, sinking.

You needed to hear his voice, you needed something.

Minnie:

Whats up?

Is everything okay?

You:

Minnie come round now please!

I need to speak to you.

It’s serious.

Minnie:

What’s happened are you okay?

Actually dont worry I’m on my way.

Seungmin arrived and you quickly opened the door crashing into his arms crying, nearly knocking him over.

His arms warped around you, pulling you tightly into his chest, “What's wrong darling?”

The warmth of his hold made you feel more at ease, safe, you felt like no one could harm you.

But that didn’t stop you from hyperventilating.

It didn’t stop your chest from heaving up and down.

It didn’t stop the sick feeling you had in your stomach.

He stoked your hair “Should we go inside and talk about it?”

You nodded and let him in, still not letting go of his hand, you needed that hand.

You needed it to give you strength.

You got inside and sat on the sofa, next to each other, arms touching, legs touching, and Seungmin held you close rubbing small circles on your back trying to calm you down.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked

Do you want to talk about it?

No you dont.

What if Seungmin doesn’t want to keep it?

What if he tells Jeongin?

What if he leaves and tells everyone and you're left alone?

You don’t think he’d do that so you take a deep breath, ready for whatever happens, or whatever you think might happen “Seungmin… I’m… I’m pregnant”

His eyes drop to your stomach then back to your face, scanning for any levity, “What?” He shook his head, confusion spread across his face, “Why are you telling me that?”

You scoff, not believing he just said that, “What… what do you mean?”

He looks heart broken, his eyes are glossing over in a mist, “Why are you telling me this?”

You didn’t know what he meant, why he looked so heart broken or why his eyes were on the virge of spilling.

You never wanted to hurt Seungmin, that was the last thing you ever wanted, “Seungmin… I don’t understand.”

He got up from his seat laughing, but you can tell he’s upset there is no joy in that laugh that left his mouth, “Well let’s be real it not mine is it,” it wasn’t a question, there was no questioning tone in his voice, “are you ending this?”

“It is yours,” you reach out to grab his hand but he pulls it away quickly as if it burnt to touch you.

You’ve never felt your heart this heavy, you’d never thought he’d pull away from you in this moment, when you needed him so bad.

“It’s mine?” He laughed again avoiding your eyes “How’d you know that?” His words were sharp, cutting you like glass.

He didn’t know that Jeongin wanted to wait for marriage.

Of course he didn’t.

You shut your eyes briefly and take a deep breath out “Seungmin… we… I’ve never had sex with Jeongin.”

His jaw went slack and his eyes widened, “So it’s definitely mine?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to be a dad!” His arms wrapped around your waist tightly.

His statement annoyed you, did he not realised what situation you were in?

Does he even know what this means?

You tug his arms off your body with force, the intense feelings, and uneasiness makes it harsher than you wanted to, “Seungmin do you understand what this means?,”, you look up, and his excited expression has faded, “everyone will know what we’ve been doing, how do you think they’ll react! I’m with Jeongin! He’s my boyfriend!”

Seungmin’s shoulders tense and he laughs, “I’ve been so patient with you, you keep telling me all this… all this bullshit! You tell me that you're happier with him but you want me to stay? What do you want?”

His voice was harsh, harsher than you’ve ever heard it before, and it drained all the frustration out of your body.

It was like a switch had flipped.

You now cower, bringing your arms to his shoulder, but he pushes you off, “Seungmin I can’t leave him yet I-”

“You keep telling me you need time, do you even want this? Do you want us? Our child?”

It felt like he’d just impaled you with his words.

The nausea that settled is rising again, and you can taste the bile in your throat.

What do you want?

You want Seungmin, he’s the farther of your child, and you knew Jeongin wouldn’t forgive you after this, “Of course, I do! Just give me more time. My head a mess, I don't know what I want. I mean I do… I want this-”

“Your heads a mess?” he scoffs “How do you think I feel?” He brings his hand to his chest, pointing at himself, “I’ve been sleeping with my best friend's girlfriend, I’ve got her pregnant, god, you need to get your feeling straight.” His voice only got louder and louder.

“I know!” you fired back quick, wanting him to stop with his condescending tone.

All his words fuel panic, sudden misplaced anger, flaring in your veins leading to a panicked and angry statement biting, full of venom, “You did this, you started this. Get out. I can’t even look at you!”

“No, we need to talk about this” Seungmin looks taken back, and his voice has dropped afew decibels at your sudden fit if rage, but it held authority.

Who is he to tell you what to do?

“No, we dont!” You voice has only seemed to raise, you know you're being louder than necessary, you know that you're spiralling, losing the grip on your emotions - on your sanity.

Your head is throbbing and it only throbs harder as each word leaves your mouth, the blood sounding in your ears is overpowering, “I can’t talk about this now!”

Seungmin is watching you, carefully in your fit of rage, but you can’t bring yourself to look him in the eye, you don’t want to see yourself reflected, you don’t want to see the look in his eyes, “I’ll leave then we can talk about this when you decide what you want.”

His head is down, and his shoulders are deflated as he walks out but you can’t bring yourself to look at him.

You take in a deep breath through you teeth, that is much needed and drop back down to the sofa.

You needed the solitude to clear your head.

—---------------->>>>

Afew days later Jeogin called you and Seungmin was radio silent, he said he needed to see you.

Fear is what you felt.

You didn’t know if you could face him.

Does he know?

He couldn’t know, Seungmin wouldn’t of told him.

You were sat on Jeongin’s sofa, waiting for him to speak.

He hasn’t spoken since you got here.

The anticipation is killing you.

The silence is killing you.

Until he did, “So… you want to tell me whats going on?”

Your stomach is flipping, plams sweating, shit he knows, “Tell you what?”

He smiles at you like a maniac, throwing his head back laughing, “Oh, Bronte don’t play dumb,” each word that leaves his mouth is full of power, power to break you down, “You, know I loved you… I trusted you, but I never thought you’d be sleeping next door with the kid I grew up with!”

“Innie” You were speechless, what do you say.

You don’t have a leg to stand on.

“Don't… call me that. I hope your happy with him, get out of my sight.”

You just nod what else can you do?

Tears stream down your face yet no sound comes out, you don't deserve to cry, not after what you’ve done.

He walks behind you all the way to the door, before he closes it his mouth opens and a long sigh comes out, “Congratulations, I hope your both very happy together… you deserve each other.”

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Hey Allie! 🥰

I looove your writing (obsessed, actually!)

Congratulations on all your well-deserved followers! Could I pleeeeease request 8 and/or 10 with our boy steve? Thank u, angel! ❤️

hey, thank you! i managed to combine both prompts, i hope you like it <3 (0.8k)

8. “are you flirting with me?” “you finally noticed” & 10. “stop distracting me”

Getting a job at Family Video seemed like something easy enough to pass the time after graduating high school. You liked movies well enough and Keith seemed to be impressed with your film repertoire.

Sure, the green vest didn’t really go with a lot in your wardrobe but you made it work. Maybe the best part of your job was Steve Harrington though you didn’t know him too well. A friendly face that you passed in the halls at school now a stupid pretty face that you got to spend most of your days with.

Steve was a surprise and an even worse distraction. Flirty comments that you brushed aside, lingering touches to your arm as he passed. He had to know what he was doing to you at this point and god, was it evil.

“Stop distracting me,” you say, quickening your pace to try to get away from Steve. He can’t see your face but he can hear the smile you’re sporting.

“Distracting you?” he says, close behind as you enter an aisle. You put back a tape, not paying attention to where it goes or if it’s in the right section. You can smell Steve’s cologne from here, bergamot and something woodsy. It’s distracting.

“Yes!” you don’t notice him grabbing the movie you just put down to put back correctly later. “Some of us actually try to do their job.”

Steve sets the VHS on an empty cart as you pass by. He’s got something of a smirk on his face as he follows you. “Oh c’mon, I do my job.”

You laugh, the sound warming the inside of Steve’s chest. He wishes he had a tape of it to listen to whenever he wants. Sarcasm drips off your voice when you speak. “Oh do you? Couldn’t tell.”

“Yeah. Being a distraction to my pretty coworker is a lot of hard work,” he says. The compliment goes straight to your cheeks with the way they warm, you try to not let it show how it affects you. He is so cruel.

“Are you flirting with me?” you turn to face him, clutching restock tapes to your chest. Your eyes are slightly narrowed, taking careful steps backwards. Steve tilts his head, following your steps and keeping close to you.

“You finally noticed,” he deadpans. You pause, footsteps stuttering to a stop which causes Steve to almost run you over. You blink up at him, lips parted and shoulders relaxing into a slouch.

A beat of silence passes, Steve scanning over your features. Your breathing is shallow and your mouth feels dry when you swallow.

“What?” is the only thing that you can manage to say, your voice cracking through the silence like thunder. You never thought to call Steve’s incessant remarks to you flirting, especially with the less than suave moves he tried to pull on customers that came into the store.

Steve was just…naturally charming you had decided. It didn’t mean anything special when it was directed to you, you were just his co-worker. At least that’s what you thought until now.

“What?” he takes another step closer so you’re toe to toe. He’s hoping you can’t tell how fast his heart is beating this close. Your brows pinch together, a crease forming in between them and Steve nearly reaches up to smooth it away. “Steve this isn’t funny,” you frown, taking a step back needing more space to breathe that’s not filled with everything…him. You hastily put the remaining tapes you’re holding onto the closest shelf, turning on your heel to leave. It’s his turn for a furrowed brow.

“Funny? What? I don’t-”

“If this is some kind of sick jok-”

It only takes him a few strides until he’s close enough to wrap a hand around your wrist. His grip is firm but his voice is anything but. “Hey, hey, slow down.”

You glance up at him through your lashes briefly before looking back down at your shoes. His hand around your wrist makes your blood feel like liquid gold, heat branching off the area and up the rest of your arm.

“Baby will you please look at me?” you sigh through your nose, shifting on your feet so the tips of your shoes touch. You concede, eyes meeting his gaze. “This isn’t a joke, okay?”

You blink at him, waiting for him to say something else. Steve takes a deep breath, eyes closing for a beat.

“I really like you,” he says, eyes searching yours that have widened in size. You can feel your heart rate accelerate and your whole body feels like it’s on fire now. Slowly, your lips perk up at the corners, raising into a shy smile.

“Yeah?” you breathe out.

“Yeah,” he nods, voice hushed.

“I happen to really like you, too, Harrington,” you beam, feeling lighter than a feather. The smile he returned resembled trouble and a promise that he was only going to be an even bigger distraction at work from here on out.

allie's writing celebration!

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sabo-has-my-heart · 1 year

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It’s Not Love!

A happy little Sabo birthday fic for my favorite fiery revolutionary. (It’s still the 20th in my timezone so it’s still his birthday here)

Word Count: 1740

Sighing, you tried to ignore all the couples surrounding you. Dozens of couples sickeningly in love. You scoffed and rolled your eyes as you continued down the street. Love was a joke. At one time, you’d believed in love, had found someone that made you happy, someone you would have given your life for. That ‘special someone’ who had your heart pounding and butterflies in your stomach. Until the ‘special someone’ had pushed you off a cliff into the ocean in a poor attempt to take everything you had. A lifetime of collecting various treasures that had washed ashore, countless berries in various items. Not that their price had any meaning to you, you hadn’t collected them for what they were worth. That’s when you’d sworn off love. What good was it to fall in love, to want to give everything you had when they would just stab you in the back? And of course, from that day onwards, you seemed to have become the single most desirable person on the damned planet. The number of people who’d asked you out on dates, the number of random gifts from ‘secret admirers’, and the sheer number of fucking roses! If the people buying you roses had just given you the cash, you could have bought back all the treasures you’d collected 10 times over! At one point, you’d started finding creative uses for the flowers in an attempt to not let the money go to waste. Rose tea, potpourri, rose wreaths, rose water, rose oils, rose scented candles, name it and you’d tried it. That being said, it was time consuming to try and use all the flowers you’d gotten when you also received so many other gifts so you’d started giving them to local shops. Granted, you’d also taken advantage of the dates a couple of times while you’d been recovering from your ex trying to kill you. Using them to get free meals here and there, always telling them that you had fun but you’re not interested in them ‘like that’. Once you’d gotten back on your feet, you’d mostly stopped but from time to time, you still accepted the free meal. Another thing that had happened was that you’d stopped displaying all of your various collectable items that you found, hiding them away from any prying eyes that might desire them. Some things, you still displayed, seashells, colorful bottles, interesting pieces of driftwood. But nothing that could be considered ‘valuable’. Those all stayed locked away in wardrobes or chests, carefully hidden away where only you could admire them. Looking into a shop window, you smiled slightly at the books in the display window. Books were some of the few items you hadn’t replaced yet, being too busy with other things. Entering the shop, you began to grab a few books you knew you liked. The shop didn’t quite have the collection you’d had back then, but that collection had been made over decades of family members handing down books until you had a collection of rare, and again, expensive, books. Trying to look over the stack of books, your eyes widened, hurrying over to a table. It was the last one on the table and it had been one of your favorites! Reaching out to grab it, your hand met someone else’s as you took the book in hand.

“Sorry, but I really can’t let you have this!” you said from behind your stack, trying to pull the book away, only for it not to budge from their grip.

“Any particular reason why you need this book when you already have such a large stack? Surely you can’t read all of those while you wait for the store to restock his particular one.” a male voice called from the other side of your large stack.

“Yeah, I’m not planning on reading all of these right now. I’m rebuilding my collection, now let go, it’s my favorite and I’m not leaving without it.” you said irritably. The male in front of you chuckled, still not letting go of the book.

“How about I pay for what you’ve got and help you carry it all home in exchange? Would you be willing to let me have it then?” the man asked as you shifted the books in your arms.

“I don’t need anyone to pay my bills or carry my bags! I can take care of myself, thanks!” you growled, tugging on the book again. The man chuckled again, slowly letting go of the book, allowing you to, triumphantly, add it to the pile.

“You’re fierier than most people I’ve met, how about I help you home anyway? I know you don’t need it but what kind of gentleman would I be if I let you carry all that home by yourself?” the man asked. Huffing, you rolled your eyes.

“The kind that leaves me alone.” you said, turning and walking to the register, enjoying the look on the cashier’s face as you set down the stack. Another chuckle drew your attention, looking to see the young man from before. Without the books in the way, you could see he had blond hair, dark gray eyes, and nice clothing. He looked almost like a noble if it weren’t for the pipe strapped to his back and the scar over his left eye that ran down below the collar of his shirt.

“Sorry, you’re just interesting. If you’re not seeing anybody later today, would you like to go out for dinner?” he asked, giving you a rather charming smile.

“Not interested in a date, thanks.” you said, turning away, only to hear that chuckle again, one that was starting to get on your nerves.

“You’ve got me all wrong. I just wanted to discuss some of the books you’re buying. You’ve got a number of interesting titles, I’d love to pick your brain.” he said with a grin.

“If it’ll get you to leave me alone, then fine!” you said, finishing paying for the books before picking the stack back up, “I’ll meet you here tonight at 5.” you said before leaving.

Looking down at the book in your hand, you bit your lip nervously. It had been a few months since you’d met Sabo and the young man had you feeling things you hadn’t felt in quite some time, things you were, quite frankly, afraid to admit. His birthday was coming up, even if you refused to admit your feelings about him, he was still a friend, right? He was still someone important to you, so you should give him something nice, right? Wrapping the book up, you continued to repeat to yourself that it was just a nice gift for a friend. That’s all it was, just a sweet gift for a friend. You weren’t in love! Hearing the knock on your door, you tried not to run to answer it, smoothing your clothes and hair out as you tried to make it look like you weren’t just scrambling in excitement to see him. Opening the door, Sabo smiled, his signature grin making your heart flutter.

“Hey, come on in.” you said, letting the blond in as you stepped aside.

“Thanks, so what’s so important that you needed me so soon?” he asked, following you into the living room.

“Uh, well… this.” you said, holding the package out to him. Hoping, praying, that you weren’t blushing.

“A… birthday present? You shouldn’t have.” Sabo said with a large smile, gently tearing open the package to see a book, one that made him smile.

“It’s the same one that we both grabbed when we first met… the exact same one.” you muttered, looking away as you felt your cheeks heat up, only to shake your head, trying to will the blush away. No! No, no, no, no, no! You weren’t feeling this right now! This wasn’t love! It was… embarrassment that you were being so sentimental! Sabo smiled softly at you, his heart skipping a beat.

“Then I’ll treasure it… though if I’m being honest… it’s not quite what I had wished for.” he said, taking a step closer to you. Looking at him, your brow furrowed, what he had wished for?

“If you don’t like it, I-” “I love it.” he said, cutting you off, moving closer to you.

“But what I’d love more, the thing I really want for my birthday is something far more precious to me.” he said, caressing your cheek, soft leather gliding over your skin. You didn’t need to ask to know what he was referring to and it had your heart pounding while you simultaneously panicked. No, you weren’t in love! This wasn’t love! Love was a joke! Still, you couldn’t ignore the feelings that ran through your whole body as his lips met yours, your pulse racing, your stomach doing flips, your heart pounding out of your chest. Your body seemed to react on its own as you kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck as his arms wrapped around your waist. Feeling him pull away, you finally came back to your senses, immediately pulling away and looking at the floor. Sabo only smirked as he put a hand under your chin, making you look at him.

“You don’t have to call it love if you don’t want to. You’re not in love, you’re just… infatuated to the point of intense emotional response and intimacy.” he said, knowing your feelings about love, making you laugh slightly.

“Or I can suck it up and say that… I’m… I’m in love.” you said, the last three words coming out in barely a whisper. Sabo let out a slight, pleased hum as he leaned in again.

“I think I like it when you say that. Say it again? Because it’s my birthday?” he pressed, hoping that you might give him what he desired on this particular day.

“I love you, Sabo.” you whispered, pulling him in for another kiss.

High above in the clouds, a beautiful woman smiled as she stared down at the couple. She hadn’t planned for you to fall in love with Sabo, specifically, but as the goddess of love, she was just happy that she’d managed to change your mind about the particular emotion. Not only did you have someone you loved, but she could also now say that she could find love even for those who swore not to love anymore.

#one piece #one piece sabo #op sabo #HAPPY BIRTHDAY SABO #sabo the revolutionary #chief of staff sabo #flame emperor sabo #flame emperor Sabo x reader #sabo x reader #chief of staff sabo x reader #sabo the revolutionary x reader

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nicholasbaudelaire · 10 months

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Morning jaunt

Open starter

Time: Early morning

Location: Anywhere within reasonable walking distance of Descartes and town

By 08:00 that Nicholas had already been up for the better part of three hours. The thirty-year-old wolf had returned home late the night before after an almost yearlong sabbatical in Europe. He had given up on any notion of sleep after only a couple of hours tossing and turning, and then spent the early hours of the morning unpacking his belongings, restocking his wardrobes with clothes and accessories. His attention to detail, hoovering the insides of his suitcases, polishing his shoes, steaming shirts and trousers, hanging them up directly, was bordering on compulsive when the sight of a small white skirt fallen at the back of his closet, brought the wolf to an immediate halt.

With a composed and restrained click of the closing closet doors, Nick quickly exited his bedroom, bed made, bedside cabinets empty of the usual knick knacks that made the room appear lived in. The entire apartment looked like a display room, nicely styled, but too tidy. Nicholas had no doubt that the place would soon fall into disarray much to the chagrin of his housekeeper, but for the time being, while the sun was still low in the sky, he felt compelled to preserve it’s temporary, alien cleanliness.

Though Nick’s usual 4x4 sat in the building’s parking lot, available for him to use, Nick chose instead to walk into town. It was early, the sun was still lazy in it’s ascent, and the warm beams of light gleamed on the edge of the wolf’s lashes. Nicholas inhaled deeply, tossing a few stray ringlets away from his baby blue eyes irritably. The family barbeque he planned to attend later that day seemed lightyears away and Nick was restless. The bulging muscles in his body rippled with desire to tear and stretch and reform into his canine form, but the man was as always comfortably in control of his wolf, the animal in him that he was so proud of. Still, Nick began to test the ache in his muscles, seriously considering shifting when a breeze brought with it, the scent of another.

Nicholas turned slowly in anticipation, baby blues squinting to see the figure so brightly lit up by the lazy sun.

#nicholasbaudelaire #opulence starter #open starter

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444princesa · 4 months

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how to get your room organized and keep it organized

i understand organizing can be intimidating so i wanted to write a little guide to help.

clean your area

clean off surfaces, make your bed, pick up anything on the floor, throw away trash, etc. you'll probably do this again but this pre clean will help the post clean alot easier

if you need to wash your clothes or sheets, do that while you clean, gather everything you need to clean as well.

declutter / organize

start by sections of your room

closet

if you start with your closet, take all your clothes out and have three sections. keep, maybe and donate. organize your clothes by type and color, so short sleeve by color, long sleeve by color. put away any summer or out of season clothes you still have out and while you are at it, sort out your out of season clothes as well. organize your closet with bins, closet organizers and shoe racks if needed. for the maybe pile, hang them in the front of your closet so its the first thing you see when you pick an outfit, try to wear them the next time you get ready and if you dont feel confident in it, dont feel comfortable or you want to wear another outfit then its time to let it go. do the same for your dressers as well.

desk/vanity

declutter each drawer one by one. start with one drawer/ shelf and once you declutter and organize that drawer/shelf, move on to the next.

under bed

if you can keep under your bed space clear do that but if not, get some containers and organize whatever you need to put under there.

personally, i like to be a minimalist in my parts of my life. like my desk, i dont like having so much stationary. i dont use so much stationary for school and i have my essentials so i keep that. i dont buy more stationary unless i need to restock. for my wardrobe, im currently building my signature look but i also dont like to have an overstock of the same thing unless i know i will wear it and its my favorite thing. i keep surfaces as clear as i can but also having cute minimal decor.

keeping clean and organized

have a cleaning schedule you stick to, have a set day you wash and deep clean. tidy 5 minutes everyday. put away things that arent in their place, pick up whatever is on the floor, make your bed, fold and put away clothes as soon as its out the dryer. if you are watching a show or video and a commercial comes on, use it to clean. always take any dishes or trash when you go out of your room. wipe down surfaces every few days. doing these small up keeps will make deep cleaning easier.

#girlblogging #self improvement #it girl #pinterest girl #pink pilates princess

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sillygonk · 1 month

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Strings of Devotion [ao3]

pairing: Johnny Silverhand/V

word count: 4,4k

<- Chapter I Chapter III ->

Chapter II – How I met my Mortal Enemy

V stirred from her slumber, groggily blinking away the remnants of sleep when morning light filtered through the blinds. Stretching her limbs, she grimaced at her back pain and let out a loud yawn, feeling the weight of yesterday’s exhaustion still clinging to her bones. There was definitely too much emotions in too little time.

The apartment was quiet, which meant that Misty had to be out for the day already – if she sniffed hard enough, she could feel the smell of incense sticks that her roommate was lighting up every day. The only thing she could hear were the distant sounds of the street coming through the windows of their shared Heywood apartment. Other than that, the morning was calm and quiet.

And that’s when Nibbles greeted her with soft, gentle “meeEEeeEooOOOOOW!”

“Jesus Christ, I’m up, I’m UP Nibbles,” V groaned, but reached out to stroke the little bald head. “Give me five minutes.” Cat responded with a contented purr, before darting off to investigate a sunbeam streaming in through the window. With the cat out of her hair, she flopped back onto the bed, burying her face back in her pillow. She immediately started to drift back into a blissful state of half-consciousness.

And that’s when her phone rang.

“Oh, fuck me…” she groaned again before picking up. “Hello?”

“Yo, V. If you ain’t busy I got a gig for you.”

“It’s really fucking early, Cap.”

“It’s well after nine,” Muamar laughed. “But the gig is good and I promise you’ll like it.”

She opened one eye. If El Capitan says she’ll like the gig, that could only mean one thing.

“Is it klep work?”

“It’s work on creative license. But yes.”

“Aight,” she finally sat on the bed, blanket still wrapped around her. “You have my attention.”

“A beautiful Colby Butte. Already have a client for it. He’s a bit... Demanding. And snippy to be honest. But what is that to you, two minutes of work and we’re set. Just try not to scratch it while racing, which I know you’ll do.”

V sighed and rubbed sleep from eyes.

“Sure, Cap. Send me the coords and I’m on it.”

“Fabulous. Info on your way. Mwah.”

After that he hung up, and V got out of the bed. She shuffled to the kitchen. Nibbles, suddenly not interested in sunbathing anymore, hot on her heels, purring loudly. Even though she knew that Misty fed the little shit already, she pretended to forget about that once in a while to make her cat happy. V and Nibbles shared similar values when it came to food after all – it was never too much and it was never too often, so who she was to deny this furless little creature a treat.

When Nibbles was focused on the breakfast, she pulled the cupboard door open, and then frowned at the sight of the empty coffee canister. “Damn,” she muttered under her breath, realizing she had forgotten to restock. Again. But who was she kidding, even if she remembered, she would most probably still wouldn’t buy it since the prices were shooting up like crazy. Sighing in resignation, V reached for the next best thing – instant coffee. It wasn't ideal, but it would have to do for now.

As she boiled water on the stove, V pulled out her phone, shooting off a quick text to Jackie.

[V] have a gig from Capitan wanna meet after? sent – 9:43 am

It didn’t even took him ten seconds to respond.

[Jackie] sure thing chica, come to the studio received – 9:43 am

[V] preem, will be there in 2 hrs tops sent – 9:44 am

She quicky prepared her coffee and left it on the counter to cool down. Since she was starting a day with a gig, she opted for a quick shower to soothe her muscles a bit. After fishing out some fresh clothes out of her wardrobe, she tossed them onto her bed and made her way to the bathroom. She turned on the water and waited for it to warm up. Leaning against the sink, she ran a hand through her short, tangled hair, grimacing at the sight of split ends and unruly knots. She really should stop bleaching them so much. With silently vowing to ask Mamá Welles to trim her hair, she shed her pj’s and stepped into the shower, sighing when hot water cascaded over her back.

The tranquility however was short-lived as a sharp pang shot through her lower back again, and she couldn't help but wince. She gritted her teeth against the pain, silently cursing her body for betraying her yet once more. Grimacing, she reached for the nearby shelf where she kept a bottle of painkillers, quickly popping on in her mouth and washing it down with a handful of water. V sighed again, forcing herself to push through and hurriedly scrubbing herself clean despite the pain.

By the time V turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, she felt the tension slowly ebb away. She quickly dried herself off and, with her hair still damp and clinging slightly to her forehead, she padded back into her bedroom to get dressed. After pulling on a pair of old ripped jeans, loose tee and heavy boots, V did her make-up and packed – she tossed her notebook and a couple of pens in her bag, and, just in case, the painkillers and a bottle of water. She put a gun into the waistband of her jeans, slipped her leather jacket on and leaned down to give the cat a quick kiss on the head. “Be good, Nibbles.” With one last glance around her apartment, she headed to the door.

And that’s when she saw her forgotten cup of coffee on the kitchen counter, already cold.

“Crap,” she sighed, but still gulped it down on her way out.

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Her klep gig work on creative license went smooth as always. And, as always, she lost the tail within seconds, hacking pursuers cars for good measure. This little Thronton could really do the trick on the road, despite not being a race car per se. But, in her mind, every car was a race car if you were a good enough driver, and she was a good fucking driver. And that was a cool fucking car.

She fixed a quick text to the fixer after exiting the garage.

[V] wheels in the cave sent – 11:03 am

[El Capitan] profesh as ever eddies sent your way received – 11:03 am

V smiled at the notification. Without giving it a second thought, she decided to hit up Muamar once more.

[V] if the client will change his mind, add this baby to my bill sent – 11:05 am

[El Capitan] got bored of the bike, eh? received – 11:06 am

[V] nah, but those wheels are preem sent – 11:06 am

[El Capitan] as everything i offer received – 11:06 am

will let you know if the client will have a change of heart if not, will keep you in mind next time maybe will add a discount for preem work received – 11:08 am

[V] sounds good, Cap sent – 11:09 am

Her smile turned into a grin. She really liked to work for Cap. Klep jobs from him were the ones she enjoyed the most. Sure, it was not the same as being paid for their little music gigs, but it put food on the table and kept the bills paid. For now, they all had to endure with their monotony day jobs. Nova was a bouncer at Lizzie’s, kicking gonks asses if they were not following the club rules. Raf in the kitchen at some slurp shop in Kabuki, constantly burning his hands in the shitty, dirty kitchen. Misty in her little esoterica shop, still fighting for peoples spirituality. Prime… Doing God knows what, God knows why. And V, with her merc gigs and occasional shifts as a waitress at the same place Raf worked at.

Their situation was less-than-ideal, but they were hopeful and knew they will crawl out of this fucking shithole one day. They will get there. They will make it big.

They had to or they would lose their fucking minds.

Meandering through the streets as if on autopilot, V’s train of thought was abruptly shattered when she collided with a tall figure coming from around the corner. Startled, she stumbled backward, barely managing to regain her balance.

“Shit, sorry,” V said, feeling a flush of embarrassment heat her cheeks. “You good?”

She looked up at him. A guy, probably around her age, with short stubble and dark mid-length hair framing his sharp features. With his hands casually tucked into the pockets of a worn leather jacket, his outfit was a striking resemblance to her own. And, she couldn’t deny, he was kinda handsome. Or at least would be if he would stop sneering at her, that is. But there was something about him that set off alarm bells in her mind.

When he met her gaze, his sneer turned into a brief shock, and then into a smirk.

“No harm done,” he said in gruff voice, his smirk widening as he took in her appearance. “But maybe next time watch where you’re goin’, princess.”

Oh, so he was also a dickhead.

“Said I was sorry, didn’t I?”

“You sure did, doll, but that doesn't change the fact that you nearly knocked me over, does it?”

She sized him up with a scoff, her eyes narrowing slightly. He was at least half-foot taller than her, lean but not lanky, with broad shoulders that stretched the fabric of his jacket. Yeah, she almost knocked him over.

“Sure I did,” V rolled her eyes, brushing past him and continuing down the street, muttering under her breath. “Asshole.”

She heard him chuckle behind her back, but if he said anything in return, she didn’t catch that. She adjusted the strap of her bag and quickened her pace, this time actually watching where she was going. As she walked, she couldn't shake the feeling that he was still watching her for some reason. She resisted the urge to turn around, her irritation growing with each step. She fished a cig from the inside pocket of her jacket and lit it, taking a deep drag to calm the fuck down.

When V finally arrived at the studio, slightly calmer, the familiar sight brought a sense of relief. Pushing open the heavy door, she stepped inside, greeted by the techie guy, Ben, letting her know that Jackie was waiting for her in the back. She thanked him with a smile and went in the direction he pointed.

Jackie’s tall frame was hunched over the mixing console as he tinkered with the dials. He looked up as she entered the backroom, a warm smile lighting up his face.

“Hola, chica. Lookin’ good.”

“And feelin’ shitty, but thanks.”

“Ay. Need a hug?”

V couldn't help but chuckle at his offer, touched by his thoughtfulness.

“Fuck yeah, I need a hug.”

Without hesitation, Jackie crossed the room and enveloped her in a warm embrace, his arms wrapping around her. V closed her eyes for a moment and sighed. “Thanks Jacks.”

“Anytime,” he ruffled her hair. When she stepped back, he frowned a little. “Issues with the gig?”

“Nah, gig went good. Actually it’s the only thing that went good today,” she nervously rubbed the back of her neck, brushing the edge of the spine cyberware with her fingertips. “It’s just, dunno, bad day, I guess. I'm sleep deprived, my back is killing me again and some asshole practically plowed into me on the street and made it look like it was my fault. And I’m hungry.”

Jackie raised an eyebrow. “Shit. That’s a one rough morning, huh?” He thought for a moment and gave her a small smile. “Y’know what? I have something to show you actually. Wanted to do it after talking the detes with Wakako, but fuck it,” he sat at the desk, clicking on the console again. “Was working on a new demo. Only have a short bit for now, but I think you're gonna dig it.”

“Aight, lay it on me,” she ginned, settling onto the edge of the desk next to him and nodding at him to play the track. She enjoyed listening to every bit of his work, no matter what stage it was at. To be fair, he did the same for her.

They listened in silence for a while, but V’s smile grew wider every second. She didn’t knew shit about making music like this, but could appreciate a good beat when she heard one. After it finished, she laughed. “Shit, this beat slaps harder than my mother.”

Jackie looked at her sternly.

“V. Ain't funny.”

“Yea it is, you just have no sense of humor.”

“Yea, and you’re deflecting trauma with dark humor.”

“Okay, ouch. Touché tho. But really, it’s pretty fucking good.”

“Glad you like it,” his eyes lit up with excitement. “Because I will need a short chorus for it and I want you to sing the part. We would record it for my first album.”

She froze.

“Wai- What?” her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Are you serious?”

“Sure am, V. Was thinking of a collab like that for some time and I want you for the first one I do this with.”

V felt a lump form in her throat as Jackie's words sank in. Maybe this day wasn’t so bad after all. She sniffed, blinking back tears, before nodding slowly.

“That’s a yes?” he grinned.

“Well, how the fuck can I say no?” he laughed while she wiped her eyes and leaned in to hug him again, which he returned right away.

“Good,” he pat her back lightly. “Now c’mon, let’s get some fucking food. I’m starving too.”

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When hours later V made her way to their hideout – a rented garage near Coyote – sun was already dipping low on the horizon. They had a quick jam session planned and V wanted to finally blow off some steam. Even though the meetup with Jackie made her day ten times better, she still felt antsy for some reason.

She walked to the back entrance and smiled at Prime, who was sitting on the curb next to the back door, smoking a joint.

“Fancy seeing you here,” V stood next to her, snuffing her cig and taking a puff from Prime’s doobie when she offered.

“You too,” the drummer nodded. From those two words alone, V could tell that she was less baked than usual. “Nova will be late, they had some situation at the bar.”

“Drunk gonks or something else?”

“Dunno, wasn’t really listening when Raf was talking,” she cleared her throat and added quietly. “But Dex is here.”

“What?” V frowned and crouched down in front of her. “Why?”

“Said he had some info about the Battle or something,” she took the joint back and took a drag. “But he didn’t say much else.”

V sighed and nodded. It wasn’t that they didn’t like to work with Dex. Well, they didn’t, but that was not the point. It was just that he always had only his own biz in mind, not caring much about them and their goals. He didn’t support them or promoted them as he should. They were only a source for a quick eddie, no matter how small the eddie was. So yeah, they did resent him a bit, but right now he was the only one they could afford and they needed a manager if they wanted to move forward at all.

“Aight,” V sighed again and stood up. “I’m goin’ in. My ass is freezing,” she opened the door and looked at her friend. “You comin’?”

“Yeah. Let’s get this over with,” Prime flicked the remainder of her joint into the alley and followed V inside. V greeted Dex with short nod and smiled at Misty and Raf, sitting on the couch next to them, dropping her bag along with the jacket and her gun.

“Does it feel for you like we’re being called into the principal's office when he shows up?” Raf asked her quietly.

“Every single fucking time,” she whispered and he chuckled.

They sat, mostly in silence, tension filling the air. He of course couldn’t just sent them the info, because why make their life easier, right? He was insufferable sometimes. Wasn’t helping them with their career but was micromanaging them at the same time, just to be sure that they knew their place and stayed in line.

Finally, after what seems like hours with Dex in their space, Nova arrived, with a pout on her face, looking as if someone pissed in her cereal.

“Hi. Sorry, shitty shift,” she said, shrugging off her jacket and throwing it on the hanger in the corner. “You’d think that if we’re fucking closed then gonks will stop try to come in, Jesus fuckin’-” she finally looked up and stopped in her tracks. “Oh. Hi Dex.”

“Hello, Miss Foster,” he lit up his cigar and V gritted her teeth. They were not supposed to smoke inside and he knew it. They will get another fucking earful from the proprietor. “Come on and sit down. I have some news about this Battle of the Bands thing for y’all,” he pulled out his phone and quickly found something he was looking for, while Nova sat on the armrest next to V, exchanging knowing glances. “Got the info from the organizer. You're officially signed up for the event as performers,” Dex stated. “There will be five bands in total, the opening is scheduled for next Saturday. They want each band to do a short presentation as an appetizer before the real competition will start.”

“Do we know the dates of each performances?” V asked.

“Not yet, they’re still working on the program. All info about the phases of the competition should be available this week. Will send them to you. Any other burnin’ questions?”

“Yeah. You had to come down here to let us know about that?” Nova raised her eyebrow.

“You know me, Miss Foster. I like to look y’all in the eyes when talkin’ biz.”

“Riiight. Thanks Dex.”

“Of course. So if that’s all-“

“Actually, wait,” V quipped in. “One more. Is there a list of who else made it in?”

He scrolled down on the info.

“Yes, there is, Miss V. Sending you the detes,” they all got a notification as Dex turned to leave. “If they will inform me of anything else, I’ll let y’all know.”

With that he took his leave and all of them sighed in union.

“We really should stop giving his detes in any papers, fuck me,” Nova said.

“That’s, like, literally his job, Nova,” Raf rolled his eyes.

“Well, I don’t like him,” she leaned to pull out a beer from the crate laying on the floor next to the couch and opened it, but when Raf reached out to her, she sighed and handed him a bottle, reaching for another one. “And I know you gonks don’t like him too. We would be better off alone, to be honest. V handles more things than him, and better,” she pointed her finger at V. “We pay him for nothing and you know it.”

“Yeah, I know,” V sighed and pulled out her phone to open the message from Dex. “But you know that we need someone. Let’s just… We’ll talk about it after the competition will be over, aight?”

Nova was quiet for a while, mulling her words. She wasn’t exactly in a mood to push V and she saw that V would also lose her shit for that today. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. Let’s just focus on the Battle for now.”

“Thank you,” V let out a sigh of relief and stood up, wandering in circles while scrolling the detes. “Okay, there it is. List of bands qualified for the Battle; Thunderforge. I have no idea who they are,” she glanced at her teammates, but they also shook their heads. She returned to the list. “The Shouty Hearts. I actually heard of them couple of times.”

“Yeah, they’re pretty good,” Nova nodded. “We were at their gig at Dicky Twister some time ago, remember?”

“Oh, that’s right,” she slapped her forehead.

“You went to a gay bar without me?” Raf scoffed.

“We went for a gig without you,” Nova smirked and sipped her beer. “Not the first time too. Okay, who else do we have?”

“Fivedust. Again, not sure if I know them.”

“They’re okay,” Prime stated. “Less hard, more like a funky vibe, but they’re pretty good.”

“Aight. So that leaves us and…” V scrolled further down and froze. “Samurai? Fuckin’ Samurai?” She read in disbelief.

She heard about Samurai, alright. They all did. Samurai was slowly carving out a reputation for themselves, much like them. They were a rising force in the music scene and she knew about their growing fanbase. Apparently they were able to captivate a crowd without much effort. They were a threat that couldn't be taken lightly. The realization hit V like a punch to the gut. This shit just got a whole lot more serious. If they were going to compete against Samurai, they needed to bring their A-game and be prepared for every-fucking-thing.

They couldn’t catch a fucking break, could they?

“Well that’s just fucking fantastic,” she reached out for a bottle with trembling hands.

“Samurai, whoop-de-do,” Nova rolled her eyes. “What about them, choom?”

“The fuck you mean what about them?” Raf interjected and narrowed his eyes. “They’re huge!”

“I’m kinda with Raf on that one to be honest,” V sighed and sipped her beer.

“Yea, me too,” Prime shrugged and Misty nodded.

“Fucking, thank you!” Raf yelled.

“Uh, no? They’re not huge,” Nova scoffed and looked at them with disbelief. “What the fuck you’re all talking about? They’re in the same spot as us. If it were otherwise, they wouldn’t take part in this competition.”

Well… V couldn’t argue with that. She started to nervously chew on her already destroyed nail polish, until Nova slapped her hand. She sighed. Maybe they really were exaggerating. Maybe Samurai wasn’t that good. At least not much better than them, she hoped. Maybe Nova was right. They were in the same boat, after all. But then Misty said something that sent her down the spiral again.

“Didn’t they start a fire at Rainbow Cadenza some time ago?”

Oh, and also they did that and were the talk of the week. It was a dumb marketing, but if something was stupid but worked, then it wasn’t stupid. And this stunt fucking worked. V cursed under her breath, feeling more and more pissed.

“Okay, enough,” she pointed her finger at them. “We all need to chill, aight? We're not some fucking small-time act. We've earned our place there, and I know you know it too,” she huffed, downing her beer before continuing. “I’ll admit, seeing their name on the list was like a fucking slap, but that’s our wake-up call, you know? That’s the proof that this is not a fucking playground anymore.”

They all nodded slowly, Nova with satisfied smirk on her face.

“Finally,” she raised the bottle with a mocking toast and V rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, shut up.”

Nova only laughed her loud pearly laughter and downed her beer too. Raf, Misty and Prime exchanged glanced, and, at last, Raf sighed.

“Yeah, you’re right. We ain’t gonna back down because of couple of self-centered wannabes.”

“They’re mostly not half bad from what I heard,” Nova shrugged. “It’s only Silverhand who struts like a peacock.”

“The vocalist, right?” V sipped her beer.

“Yep. That means you need to crush his ego,” Nova smirked, poking V's arm and she finally laughed. Hurray for another day of emotional rollercoaster, she guessed.

“Yeah, no prob, choom.”

“Are there any pics of them online? I want to at least see if he’s as cute as they say,” Raf exhaled dramatically.

All girls rolled their eyes at him, but Nova pulled out her phone to look for any sign of them. It didn’t take her long to find their fanpage. She muttered something about setting up one for Banzai Riot too and handed Raf her phone. He tilted his head while zooming in on the pic and shrugged.

“Meh. I’ve seen better. The one with mullet is cute tho,” he smiled and handed the phone to Misty when she reached out to check them out too. It went on a tour round the room so all of them could see their future competitors, and when it finally got into V's hands, she choked on her beer.

“That asshole!”

Her bandmates exchanged surprised glances.

“What asshole?” Misty frowned.

“The one that- Shit,” she rubbed her forehead, realizing that they haven’t heard her story from before yet. “I bumped into some guy on the street today and he was all pissy about it at first and then smirking and shit. And he acted as if I was the only one not looking where I’m fucking going. That’s him! That’s the asshole!”

“Which one?” Nova frowned and V pointed her finger at the tall, broody one. “That’s Silverhand.”

“That’s him?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Great. Fucking amazing,” she sneered and reached out for a cig. Fuck it, Dex already smoked inside, she won’t make it worse.

“Did he know who you are?”

V blinked in surprise, taken aback by Misty’s question.

“Nah… No, I don’t think so,” she frowned.

“You don’t look convinced, you know?”

“Well… When I think about it now, he was acting weird.”

“Well, maybe he did recognize you?” Nova questioned. “We played some gigs in the city too, maybe he saw one?”

V shrugged. There was some possibility of him stumbling across their concert one time. Or maybe he had found across them online. She knew that some of the audience recorded their stuff and posted it without a second thought, even if they didn’t know who was playing. Or maybe it was just a chance encounter and she was reading too much into it. V didn't know anymore. She was sure of one thing, though.

This competition is going to be one hell of a ride.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #alternate universe #au #silverv #johnny silverhand #fem v #fanfic #cyberpunk fanfic #slow burn #enemies to lovers #original characters

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dballzposting · 9 months

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Goten & Trunks fanfiction from Jan 2023. Edited for clarity (it’s still not very clear.) It’s not much but I find myself struck. Part 1

Trunks checks his watch and notes that he has about 10 minutes before Goten shows up.

As he settles into his 18th year, Trunks has begun to look toward his future and to take his life a bit more seriously. He feels that he has matured a considerable amount since last year, and as such, he feels the need to cut distractions out of his life. This is to say that it was finally time for him to retire his Saiyaman X1 outfit to a storage room, to upgrade his wardrobe into something fast slim and classy, and to replace the games on his computer with all of their respective sequels.

As he works on familiarizing himself with the incoming reality of taking over Capsule Corp as president, he spends more time doing homework and less time breaking holes in the drywall with a hammer.

What's more, he's managed to work out a deal with Goten in his own favor: since they're both getting older, and they're both probably so so busy these days, how about they only hang out once a week at most, and at scheduled times, yeah?

With that, Trunks has managed to shake off a huge distraction, and he now enjoys the peace and quiet of blueprint drafting, not writing his essay, and going to bed at 4 in the morning with no one to slow him down. Truly, his life is starting to shape up to be how he wanted it.

It's now 4:20 PM, the weed number, and Trunks is opening random cabinets in a kitchen to see if there are any good snacks that he should hide. A dishwasher asks him if he's looking for anything specific (the turnover rate of snacks is high, and Trunks has long since given up trying to recognize the pattern of the way they were restocked), and Trunks tells him that he enjoys the hunt.

Then he takes start and closes the cabinet.

Somewhere, a blast of ki erupts and begins to travel towards him.

This level of mach speed was reserved only for the most dire of situations, so Trunks wishes the kitchen staff a swell evening and hurries out the door.

He's not sure which entrance Goten will take, but he cannot stand and endure this rushing anticipation motionlessly: he walks, jogs, then runs to the nearest exit, and takes flight out the door.

In the sky, he waits and watches the approaching ki carefully.

It's only 4:20 (the weed number), not at all the agreed upon 4:30, so something unexpected must have arisen.

Goten comes crashing into Trunks's field of vision. He slows down only because Trunks shoots an arm out and clotheslines him.

From there, Goten spins out and brakes. He's able to retain his backpack from the centripetal force, and once he blinks off his sudden stop, he turns around and slams into Trunks.

"DUDE!" Goten says.

"WHAT?" Trunks responds, shoving him a meter away.

"I- I HAVE GOT TO TALK TO YOU. ABOUT SOMETHING."

"WHY ARE YOU HERE?"

"WHAT? BECAUSE I-"

"WHY ARE YOU HERE TEN MINUTES EARLY?"

Goten squints really hard.

"Ten minu-? What's gonna happen in ten minutes?"

Trunks itches his nose. "Our agreed upon time dude. 4:30, on the dot."

Goten is squinting really hard. Cars and trucks blare their horns down below, and one brave motorcycle has its radio high enough to float up within earshot.

"I...didn't know about that, dude."

"You didn't know about our agreed upon time, dude? That we agreed upon?"

"I...didn't know."

Trunks looks down.

"You forgot about me, dude?" he says quietly.

"No," Goten starts, rousing himself. "No, no way man, I just - didn't know we did that today, were doing that today. Today Thursday, man?"

Trunks raises his gaze from his floating shoes. "Wednesday."

"...Huh? No it's not."

"It is."

Goten plants his hands on his hips and sputters. "Nuh-uh. No. No it's not."

"Tomorrow is Thursday. Today is Wednesday."

"No it- then why did I just get out of Bug Club, man?"

Trunks twists his eyebrows.

"Bug Club is on Thursdays," Goten continues.

Trunks crosses his arms. "What did you do in Bug Club today?"

"We shot some hoops."

"You shot hoops in Bug Club?"

"Yeah man. It was fun, but we had a sub filling in and I feel like she wasn't following the itinerary ... and my Pillpug Pal wasn't there today and neither was anyone else. But there was a bee in the gym and I was able to show a good example of how to treat and relocate bees so that was cool. Especially since there were so many new faces there, it was important that they know these things, yknow?"

"Yeah ... okay."

"Yeah. Well. Anyway - I have to fucking talk to you."

"Sure," Trunks says. "What about?"

"In private."

"Okay," Trunks says.

They float in silence until Goten says "I mean, I mean - I'd rather we talk indoors."

Trunks doesn't emote. "Why didn't you say so?"

They descend onto the back of Capsule Corp, where there is a broad balcony. As soon as they land, Goten starts to liberate himself of his school uniform. Trunks hooks his thumbs in his pockets and stands nearby, watching to see if the pen drawing from last time was still on his back.

"So- you know Orange Star University-" Goten unbuckles his leather belt. "and you know, there are some pretty cool dudes there, I dunno if I'm gonna attend but they really know how to swag up a frat house over at Orange Star." He strips his pants down and stops when he hits his shoes."...So I've been hanging out there lately, you know, testing the waters -" he has now lowered himself to the floor to remove his shoes, pants still tied up oddly about his ankles.

Trunks starts to casually meander around him.

"...And-" Goten stands and kicks his pants off. "...I dunno, we just do a lot of chilling over there, over at- Orange Star-" He wrestles his shirt up over his head, and the bare of his back is exposed and glowing while he struggles with the sleeves. Nestled in between his shoulder blades is a crude depiction of a dinosaur with huge fat nuts and a swinging chode, done in black ink, smeared to a perplexing but not indecipherable degree.

Trunks already knows that Goten does not bathe that thoroughly, but it’s nice to be proven right sometimes.

"...And so, I- whoops, not those, I need those.." Goten hastily pulls his underwear back up. "And so- well- well basically, I know something." Goten drops, unzips his backpack, and starts tossing shit over his shoulder.

"What is it," Trunks asks flatly, staring at the chode dinosaur.

"Well- I just know things, okay?" Goten finds his street clothes at the bottom of his bag and starts the arduous process of wrestling them on. His shirt is on, and then it's not, Goten looking at the wad of cloth in distaste and muttering "bah!" as he turns it inside-out the proper way. He stands to raise his pants up to his waist, and they fall as soon as he lets go, and then he's down ripping the belt out of his school pants.

When he's all good and decent, and his shoes are back on snug, and his school clothes are folded nicely into his bag, and he has recovered the various beads and lint and cap erasers that he had spilled out of his backpack prior during his haste, he rushes to grab Trunks by the shoulders asnd scream into his face.

"I LEARNED SOMETHING SO IMPORTASNT AND I NEED TO TELL YOU IT!!!!!!!!!"

To seal the proximity, Goten gives him an open-mouth kiss with a lot of tongue. Trunks jabs him in both of his kidneys and spits back the spit that isn't his.

"Tell me already, what is it?" Trunks wipes his mouth.

"IN HERE..." Goten snarls cryptically, scooping up his bag and beginning to scuttle backward toward the entrance. Trunks follows at an even pace and waves goodbye at his grandparents' table. They wave back, and his grandfather brings his teacup up to his shoulder to let his cat test it.

#dballz posting #i.....#every now and then i seem to .. try again. with the goten & trunkz fanfictions .#and im not a writer .. and i never write much ... but i certainly do enjoy reading it all months later.

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sachiko1309 · 7 months

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A dangerous game

Summary: Jasira, an elemental witch and girlfriend of Jasper as well as the Cullens get invited to Aro anual ball. Things quickly rise in tension, when Aro and Jasira are caught up in a deadly dance discussing their past entanglements. Jasira still full of hate for Aro, because he killed off her brotherhood in the late 1800s is not giving in to the sweet talk the Volturi king is giving her.

This will be a part of my story "Bloody desire - A Jasper Hale love story" on Wattpad and Ao3 (account names in tumblr description). So everyone who is interessted is welcome reading it.

Word count: 2532

Warnings: generally none, slight threatening with weapons, double meanings, dark tension, but nothing crazy

Again, the monstruous pompousness of the Volterra castle rendered me speechless. Wrapped up in my floor length coat, I trailed behind Heidi. The rest of the Cullens securely walking with Bella and myself in the middle. Aro had invited us all to his annual ball, with the underlying impression of not being able to deny his offer. So, here we were. The guys tucked into neat black suits, a little handkerchief of the color of their mates dress sticking out of the front pocket.

Rosalie wore a long silvery pink dress, that fanned out around her ankles in soft layers. Esme was dressed in a dark royal blue, accentuating her golden eyes with blueish grey eyeliner. Her dress was simple, but had a high slit on her left side, showing of her leg that was glittering with the golden garter and Carlisle initials. Alice dress was a deep forest green off shoulder, that ended knee length in the front to then flow to her ankles on the back. From her ears two delicate sliver chains with pearls on the end were swaying with every turn of her head. Unlike the rest Bella was wrapped in a floor length baby blue dress. A simple cut with an embroidered top that originally had a low plunge neckline. But she forced Alice to sow it higher to not show off too much of her neck. Over her shoulders she wore a thin white woolen vest, tightly wrapped around her to give her at least some warmth in the cold castle hallways.

My ears were decorated with little diamond earrings, a silver garter glittering from my left leg, while my fingers were showing of a few silver rings of mine and Rosalies collection. Sheathed in two black leather sheaths I wore two daggers. Coated with diamond and vampire venom as my main piece of jewelry. I hadn’t fully restocked my wardrobe so, me buying this new revealing dress wasn’t something Jasper would have spent lots of time thinking about. I made sure that I would get dressed alone, not showing anyone what I was about to wear.

With my heels clacking on the stone ground, we arrived at the entrance hall of the big ballroom. Aro was waiting on the side, flanked by Felix and Demetri. As soon as he saw us, he walked over to us, his guards neatly following him. He greeted the Cullens an Bella with a short nod, before focusing all of his attention on me. “It is unusual for you to be this covered up.” His soft voice sent shivers down my spine. The cat like fixation of his eyes trained on my face. Stepping forward I opened my coat turning around to let him take it off.

As soon as my dress was revealed, the Cullens took in a sharp breath, clearly not expecting me to wear something like that. Behind me, I could hear Aro giggle slightly, while Felix hid his laughter behind a cough. Demitri just took on a sharp breath. Letting Aro turn me around, I offered a sly smile, ignoring the second wave of surprise that shuffled through the Cullens. Offering me a cold hand, Aro guided me towards the door. “I see you came armed, my lady.” Not looking at him, but keeping up the stiff interaction, I answered: “Isn’t everyone?”

My comment had Aro break out in another short giggle. “Tongue as sharp as always. Tell me, tigrotta, do you really believe your daggers are more than a piece of jewelry?” I turned my head to look him in his piercing red eyes, that didn’t dare to hide the hunger in them. “Tell me, Aro.” I put a slight stretch to his name, observing the twitch washing over his body. “What happened the last time you underestimated me?” Not hiding my threat, I tilted my head. “I believe we have something called a stalemate. Besides, we still have a truce, do we not?”

“Of course, tigrotta. There was no underlying intent on my part.” He answered dunking his voice in so much sweetness, I was about to throw up. When we reached the edge of the dance floor, I wanted to let go of his hand, but Aro kept it in a hard grasp, causing Jasper to slightly growl behind me. He was quickly shut down by Felix puffing himself up next to me, causing Aro to wave him off annoyed. Hearing the music change from a waltz to a tango, I knew what was about to come. “Offer me a dance, principessa. It has been a long time since the last one.”

Letting him guide me to the middle of the dance floor, I vaguely noticed the other vampires clearing it. Leaving Aro and me alone by ourself. That meant nothing good. It was his way of strategically removing me from any security, but I decided to play along and see what the evening would bring. If shit was about to go down, I had Jasper and Emmett at my side in an instant. Putting on a fake smile I answered his question hanging in the room: “60 years if I am not mistaken.”

A low hum rumbled through Aros chest, when he placed one hand on my lower back, while the other held my right arm rigidly straight. He was quick to guide me over the dance floor not caring to throw another glance at anyone else than me. “60 years and you still sway like a goddess.” He commented, grinning when he saw Jasper fuming behind me. Emmett had his hand casually on his shoulder, but I knew he was holding Jasper back from doing something stupid.

“There are things one does not simply forget.” I dished out another stab. Earning a slight scold from Aro. “One also does not simply walk into a ball armed with deadly weapons.” His hand slowly wandered from my lower back to the place the handles of my daggers rested neatly against my bare skin. He wrapped one hand around a dagger, pulling it out with so much speed and throwing it against a wall, that I was nearly unable to stop it from shattering against the stone. Twirling me around with his left hand, he ripped the other dagger out of his sheath holding it playfully in his hand. The other one still hovering inches away from the wall, purely held by my silent airy grasp.

“Good handywork.” He murmured, taking a deeper look at my weapon. With the twist of my left hand, I let the second dagger flow to it, twirling it loosely through my fingers. “They indeed are.” I answered. Now pulling Aros attention back to me. With the turn of his hand, he rotated me back to him. Chest touching my back. Then he pressed the metal of my dagger against my skin, not daring to put pressure on it. His eyes were now trained on Jasper, who was about to break out from Felix hold. The rest of the Volturi guard silently looming over my family.

But I didn’t react to Aro threatening my life. Rather the opposite. “You are playing a dangerous game, Aro.” I said, still letting his step guide the way of our dance. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Twisting me back to face him, bending me backward with the light pressure of the dagger against my throat while the music came to a sudden height of tension. We had stopped dancing by now, completely focused on each other. Both having a dagger against each throat, the other hands still entangled in a deadly grip.

“Would I not?” He asked coyly.

“The better question would be ‘should I not?’.” I simply answered, not moving my weapon.

He was the first to react after seconds of us staring deeply in each others eyes. Taking the dagger from my throat he pushed it back into its cover, soon followed by mine. Again, we picked up our dance where we had left off. “Still as cold blooded as ever.” He praised me, an honest smile plastering his lips.

“The times where I was easily scarred are long gone.” I hissed, this time not caring to hide my open disliking towards him. He chose to ignore my piercing eyes, still smiling like a cat who just found the fountain of milk springing from her garden. “Like the times you came unarmed to my ball.” He retorted, again, bending me over his knee to then swirl me over his arm. I landed gracefully, slowly stepping around him to the beat of the music. “Like the times where you honored our truce.”

“There are rules I need to hold up. Humans are not meant to know about us.” He snarled. I was getting under his skin. Good. “And yet you fail to end my existence. Why is that, Aro? Are you getting lousy in your executions? Or is it hard to find good participants?”

“Do not anger me, woman.” He whispered against my ear, letting my frame crush a little too hard into his chest, knocking the wind out of my lungs. I just smiled, letting my hands come to a hold around his neck, while he was now indecently grabbing my waist to roughly handle me over the stone floor to the rising beat of the music. “I do not intend to anger you, Aro.” I mewled, grinning like a Cheshire cat. He was obviously seeing through my act, but chose to ignore it, or better, play along with it. “You would make such a good representant for us. That’s why I spared you. You are always welcome to join us.”

Letting out a deep sight, I tilted my head mockingly. “Spared me? You killed my family. My brothers, while keeping up a false diplomatic truce. Then you failed to hunt me down, sending out troops after troops to kill me. And still, I am breathing. You simply cannot admit that you are no match for me. Keeping up the shiny façade of good relations while plotting the next attempt to kill off my loved ones, trying to persuade me to join you. Isn’t that right?”

To my surprise he didn’t correct me. “At least this time you would get to keep your lover. Jasper would be another great asset to the court. Maybe I will take Edward and Alice, too.” Letting his eyes wander over my family he hummed. “Ahh, maybe only Alice. I do not need another telepath. I would rather take the open place to collect Theodore as well. He might not be gifted, but keeping my greatest jewel happy, would make my life a lot easier.” Aro had now completely refrained from hiding behind his well kept, innocent façade. Showing his true colors once again. His eyes were hungrily scanning my body, then wandering over to the Cullens that were now threatened against the wall of the room. Letting my eyes wander I could see a lot of red Volturi eyes looking at the conversation happening in the middle of the room.

I took a deep breath, stopping the dance and taking a step back. “In that case, you should weight your options, Aro.” My voice was sharp. “I do not fear another war rising, as I myself are clearly able to take out a third of your guards. You know I am. I already did that. And if you really dare to attack us, be aware that I have resources and connections to witches who are far older than I am. Older than you.” Taking the step back towards him, I lowered my voice. “And if we are already threatening each other so openly, I might as well ask for your wife, Sulpicia. She I wonderful isn’t she? A sweet gem to hold onto. It would be a shame to lose her, would it?”

“You will not harm her!” Aro growled, cowering down, ready to attack me. I just shrugged. “Who talked about harming her? I was merely wondering how she would react, knowing you would start a war against an innocent witch. Especially if said witch does keep regular contact with her. Isnt that right, Sulpicia?” I called out into the room, not drifting my eyes from Aro. But I could hear the soft clacking of small heels on the ground, showing Sulpicias arrival. Aros eye darted to his wife, visibly showing his confusion. “What is she talking about, cara mia?”

“She is right.” Sulpicias angelic voice was easily shutting down the murmuring in the room. “I have had enough of you starting wars with innocent people. She and her brotherhood did nothing wrong. Quite the opposite they made sure to keep the human population safe from the wrath of mislead vampires. A thing you swore to do as well. So as long, as Jasira and the Cullens do not break any of our rules, they are not to be bothered.”

“Two of them are mated to humans. They are already breaking one of our most important laws!” Aro let out, but was shut down by his wife immediately.

“Jasira is not to be viewed as normal human. She is immortal like us, possesses a gift like us, is sworn to secrecy like us. And as far as I heard, Bella is to be turned. There is nothing unrighteous going on. Don’t ruin this ball with your anger, as I do not wish to be strained like that.” Sulpicias voice was strong yet soft, cradling Aro in her hold.

I could see he was fighting the desire to give in to his wife, but after a few seconds he sighted. “Of course, cara mia. I am sure the Cullens will honor our laws. And since Jasira chose a vampire as her mate, she will as well. Am I right?” He looked at me with sharp eyes. I just bowed my head. “As long as there is no corruption and ambush brewing, I will gladly honor your laws.”

“Well then.” He put up his softspoken demeanor. “Let us carry on with the ball.” Clapping in his hands he hushed the guest back on the dance floor.

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