#i bleached my eyebrows because they were too dark to cover with makeup

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

dreaming in reality, m | myg, jjk

pairing(s): yoongi x reader x jungkook

summary: The wrong guy shows up in your car – Jeon Jungkook. Again. He’s less drunk this time, but no less weird. Then the right guy shows up. Min Yoongi. You know, the guy you fucked in Jungkook’s bed that one time. Guess he can convince you to do anything. Like, say, take Jungkook’s virginity. Don’t worry, he’ll help.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, tiny bit of crack; alcohol consumption; violence? someone gets slapped lol; technically Jungkook’s first time; smut (fem reader, threesome, slightly degrading dirty talk, nipple play, fingering, f-receiving oral, penetrative sex, partial handjob); non-idol!AU - friends with benefits / lovers? with Yoongi; Yoongi is a very bad boy and he knows it; JK is blond and wearing his ‘ON’ and ‘Dynamite’ GDA 2021 outfits (except w/o the white blazer)

a–dick–ted au yes that’s what I’ve decided to call this this was supposed to be just more Yoongi smut but then Jungkook decided he’d like this to be about him, what can you do?

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"Can you pick me up tonight?"

"Mhm. What are you wearing?"

A deep chuckle. "Eager to undress me?"

"I'm doing you a favor. There's no guarantee you'll get more than that."

"Hmmm." That low raspy voice did not believe you. "White dress shirt, black jeans. Can't miss me."

He hung up. 

White shirt, black jeans. You remembered to lock your car doors this time, so you turned around to press the button so he could get in. The door opened and the young man slid inside, reeking of alcohol. Wait. Some kind of belt harness around a thin waist. Ashy blond hair. Hand tattoos. Thick thighs. Chiseled jaw.

Fuck!

Again?

"I need to talk to you, noona."

"Get out."

Jeon Jungkook was not as drunk as before. He was definitely drunk, but not piss drunk like last time. His eyes were unfocused and he was nervously biting his pink lower lip. The mole underneath bounced up and down as he chewed it mercilessly. He swallowed and undid the first few buttons of his shirt, revealing his tan, muscular pecs. Oh, thank the Lord, Jungkook remembered to wear a shirt underneath, although it was a very low-cut white t-shirt. He kept running his hand through his currently blond hair tensely, revealing the shadow root. Well, it was well done at least. He had a good hairstylist. You hadn't realized Jungkook changed it, so he must have done it recently.

Probably to get attention and remind every human being that he was hot.

Blergh.

You still weren't convinced he wasn't a dirty little fuckboy.

"Why are you sitting in my car showing off your nervous ticks?" you said irritably.

"I gotta ask you something."

His black boots were a little dirty from the party. Outside, the drunks were as loud as ever, with the same seven girls on the porch craning their heads to gawk at Jungkook in your car. Different house, same scene, and drunk Jeon Jungkook sitting in your passenger's seat, once again being the wrong guy sauntering into your car. 

Where the fuck was the correct guy?

"Look, psycho, fucking spit it out or yeet. I'm not repeating what happened last time."

Jungkook's dark brown eyes flickered to you, turning his body to face yours. Running his tattooed right hand through his bleached hair over and over, spreading the golden strands, the ashy tone catching the low light of the lampposts. Jaw flexed, tiny pink tongue darting out and licking his lips. He was a little sweaty, cheeks hollowed in a little with how hard he was breathing. 

You raised an eyebrow. 

"You have ten seconds before I kick you out and believe me when I say I have leg strength."

"Are you and Yoongi-hyung dating?" Jungkook asked suddenly. 

What?

"What?"

You made a face at him.

He sucked in a breath, brows furrowing at your response. “Because I could have sworn…”

Your mind flickered back to that faithful night. Shit. You shouldn’t have let Min Yoongi convince you to sleep right there in Jungkook’s apartment. You remembered his wicked smirk, his deep, raspy voice in your ear, Jungkook’s not going to know and don’t you want to do bad things with me? Don’t you want to be bad with me? He could make you do anything at this point. You two fell asleep on Jungkook’s bed. Next to hungover Jungkook.

Naked.

You mentally slapped yourself.

“What made you come to that conclusion?” you snapped, narrowing your eyes.

Jungkook tilted his head, sucking in his cheek. It made a sharp sound and his tongue flashed against his white teeth for a split second. You almost flinched. He pursed his lips and kept his gaze on you. You were wearing a tight white high-necked crop top, oversized black hoodie, and high-waisted black shorts. Dark pink and violent violet chunky sneakers. Almost no makeup. Hair tied back into low pigtails with one pink and one purple scrunchie to match your sneakers.

Oh shit. The hoodie wasn’t yours.

Hopefully Jungkook wasn’t perceptive enough to figure that out.

“Noona.”

He said it strangely, breathlessly. Almost sexually. You recoiled a little. Jungkook was leaning forward, giving you a clear view down his shirt, blond hair falling into his face, covering one eye. His alcoholic breath floating towards you, far too close for your liking.

“I…” Jungkook swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing. “I want… to…”

The door to your passenger’s seat was roughly yanked open.

Jungkook jumped, throwing his back into the seat, brown eyes wide and staring at the newcomer. White dress shirt, two sizes too big, with ties at the wrists to cinch in the bishop-style sleeves. Black jeans, distressed with several mismatched patches. Silver chains on his black leather belt and around his pale neck. Black hair, pointed dark eyes like a cat.

A single, cocked eyebrow.

“Let me guess,” drawled Min Yoongi, the correct guy you were supposed to be picking up, looking from you to Jeon Jungkook, who was impossibly flat against the car seat. Yoongi sounded amused. “He just waltzed in.”

You narrowed your eyes. “No, I locked my doors this time.”

Yoongi’s gaze flickered to Jungkook, who still seemed mildly terrified, and then back to you. The glint in his dark brown eyes was far from innocent. His fair cheeks were a little pink.

“Ah, so you wanted Jungkook in your car?” There was an edge to his voice, almost dangerous, but to you it was Yoongi’s usual teasing. Jungkook looked like he was preparing for his own death. Both of you ignored him for the moment.

“You said white dress shirt and black jeans,” you scowled. You gestured Jungkook up and down. “Hello?”

Jungkook’s thighs tensed and bulged against his tight jeans. Eyes still as wide as saucers. He hadn’t blinked in a good thirty seconds.

“We have the same excellent taste and style. How fortunate for you,” Yoongi purred. Then he finally patted Jungkook’s thigh, making him start and let out a panicked squeak. “You want noona to drop you off, Jungkookie? She’d be happy to.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” you gritted out.

“Yes, she would,” Yoongi said cheerfully. He slammed the front car door and opened the backseat. You rolled your eyes and stared straight ahead. Even from here you could smell the whiskey. Yoongi hummed and you snuck a glance at him through the rearview mirror.

He looked positively beside himself with glee.

Hmph. Fine.

His loss.

“You bleached your hair, Jungkook?” Yoongi said absentmindedly as you started up the car.

Jungkook ran a hand through it once again. “Uh, yeah. What do you think, hyung?”

“Hm, looks good. Too much upkeep for me, personally. Seatbelt.”

Jungkook hastily went to grab his seatbelt and put it on. Too bad. You were ready to brake hard and send him flying out the windshield. Just kidding. Maybe. Well, you would have to be going real fucking fast for that to happen. Maybe over ninety or some shit. You pulled out of the neighborhood of houses, already knowing what direction to go in to the correct apartment complex. Yoongi and Jungkook lived in the same building.

So convenient.

You thinned your lips into a line, ignoring their conversation, until Yoongi snapped his fingers and called your name to get your attention. You glared at him through the rearview mirror. Yoongi’s legs were wide open, flopped in your backseat. He grinned at you and placed his hands on the inside of his jean-covered thighs.

Fucking tease.

“What?”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to dye your hair at some point?”

You shrugged. “Yeah.”

Jungkook sat up, looking at you. You didn’t look at him. “Oh? You’re going blond too?”

You snorted. “I said I wanted to dye my hair, which means a color.”

“What color?” Yoongi asked lazily.

Your eyes flickered to him in the rearview mirror again. He flexed his long fingers and pressed them against his jeans. You tucked your tongue in your cheek. Yoongi was aware Jungkook couldn’t see him and he was also aware you were watching him. Your eyes went back to the road.

Yoongi was also aware that because of Jungkook’s presence, neither of you were getting any tonight, so he resorted to teasing you like the bad boy he was.

“I dunno. Pick one for me,” you said impassively.

Yoongi chuckled, a deep, husky sound, revealing his pink gums and straight white teeth.

“Red.”

-

“N-noona?”

You curled your lip, looking around you. Ugh. You hated parties like this. So loud, so annoying, so many idiots. You didn’t understand why Yoongi came to these things. It was probably because of his lively friends. Being social like this was probably a great thing, but this was not your scene.

“No time to chat, Jungkook. Have you seen Yoongi?”

Jungkook was flapping his gums at you. He was still blond. He must be keeping up with his hair care because it still looked soft and ashy. It was swept to one side this night. Powder blue dress shirt, tight against his muscular pecs and white slacks that seemed to be choking his thighs. Brave man, wearing white around this much alcohol and lunacy.

You had to admit, Jeon Jungkook had guts looking like a prince to a peasant’s party.

“Where is he?” you muttered. “Kim Seokjin called and told me to get him because he was asleep.”

“U-uh…” Jungkook looked around as you stepped into the party house, your heavy black boots thudding against the hardwood floor. Short black skirt with silver chains and a black hoodie that said ‘WHATCHU MEAN?’ in neon lime green across your chest. Phone and keys in your hoodie pocket. Other than that, you weren’t wearing anything as of note. Oh.

Except.

Your usual ‘fuck off’ mentality.

“I haven’t s-seen him in the past hour,” Jungkook stammered.

“Fat lot of help you are.” You clicked your tongue and moved past him.

“You dyed your hair,” Jungkook blurted suddenly.

You turned your head and looked back at him. “Yeah, so?”

Your hair was now a gradient from a long black shadow root, to dark purple berry, to bright neon red. It was half-tied up with a black scrunchie, a few strands hanging around your face. Jungkook kept staring at it. You raised an eyebrow and turned away from him. Eh, you had no time for this. You needed to grab Yoongi and get the fuck out of here.

“I-I’ll look you help.”

You raised your eyebrows as Jungkook squeezed past you, his hard back pressing against your arm.

“You can’t even speak, you drunkard,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“I mean, I’ll help y-you look, noona,” Jungkook corrected himself, licking his lips nervously, running his right hand through his hair.

He’s hopeless.

Well, better than going alone.

Wordlessly, you followed him throughout the party, opening doors and craning your head over the bodies. So many topless people. Ugh, it was pretty late. By the time you two reached the back of the house, you never wanted to see another nipple ever again. You saw Kim Seokjin at the karaoke machine, blasting eardrums with what you assumed were supposed to be high notes, but, in reality, was simply screaming.

You didn’t even want to walk up to him to ask.

“He might be upstairs,” Jungkook said, swallowing hard.

“Lead the way,” you sighed, annoyed this was taking longer than it needed to.

You made your way up the stairs, pressing yourself against the railing to avoid touching people. Kept your hands in your kangaroo pocket and a scowl on your face. Jungkook suddenly stopped and you collided into him. Fuck. Why did he feel like he was made out of rocks? Stupid muscles.

“Hold on.”

Some guy was sprawled all over the middle of the hallway, unconscious.

“I’ll just step over him.”

Jungkook growled. “No. What if he wakes up and looks up your skirt?” He bent over and picked him up, propping him against the wall. You raised an eyebrow. Like anyone cared what was up your skirt besides Min Yoongi. Whatever. If he wanted to play the part of noble prince, you weren’t going stop him. You waited as Jungkook pushed the guy’s chin down to his chest and motioned you to the hall, towards the many doors. Probably mostly bedrooms. You winced. Probably going to see more nipples. And dicks. And pussy.

Sigh.

And, yep, you were right.

Jungkook tried to shield your eyes, but to be honest, he looked way more scarred than you. You merely shook your head and moved on, door to door. Opened one and saw a girl in a tight black dress crawling on a bed, over a guy in a black biker jacket and acid wash jeans. The hole in the knee was so big you could see half of his pale leg. Hmph. Why bother even wearing pants?

You were about to close the door when you paused. Wait. You’ve seen that black mop of hair before. The girl was kissing down his neck, yanking down the white t-shirt and ripping it. You recognized the grunt of sleepy annoyance.

“Get off him.”

The girl shot up; red lipstick smeared from making out with his neck. You stepped inside and jerked your head towards the door. Voice cold and unrelenting.

“Out.”

She furrowed her brows at you. “Who the fuck are you?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Doesn’t matter. Dude’s asleep. You shouldn’t take advantage of someone who’s asleep.”

“He’s my boyfriend,” she shot back defiantly.

You snorted inelegantly. “No, he’s not. Don’t be stupid.”

The girl shoved herself off the bed, advancing on you, nasty snarl on her lips. “How would you know? Who do you think you are?”

“Not an idiot,” you barked sharply, completely forgetting Jungkook was behind you, gawking at this entire exchange. You looked her up and down and took a step towards her, the aggravation of the past hour reaching breaking point. All that time spent getting here, not being able to find Yoongi, and then discovering some bitch crawling all over him was pissing you off. Like everyone else, alcohol clung to her like the plague. She was furious, ready to catfight you, although you were pretty sure you were going to win this one because you were sober and your boots were a lot more stable than her tall heels.

“Look here, bitch, leave me and my boyfriend alo–”

You slapped her.

Hard.

Not holding back, not making a sound, just straight up slapped her across the face. The sound was so loud it could be heard over the bass of the music. She nearly crumpled at the force, gasping and choking at air as she stumbled, eyes wide in disbelief, slim hand cradling her face.

“He’s not your boyfriend,” you growled. Your voice was absolute zero with how cold it was. “He will never be your boyfriend. Now get the fuck out of my face before I rearrange yours into the next century.”

She squeaked at you.

Your eyes narrowed and you raised your hand again. She bolted, stumbling on her heels, seeing Jungkook staring, opening her mouth to say something, but you made an inhuman, grating noise deep in your throat. Her shaking eyes connected with yours and you cocked your head in the direction of the door, popping your neck loudly.

She scrambled out of there like her life depended on it.

It did, because you had enough at this point.

“Dumb bitch,” you spat, before releasing the tension from your shoulders. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jungkook’s mouth wide open, deer-in-headlights look on his face. “What?”

“W… Why do you look so hot when you’re angry?”

You scoffed. “What are you talking about?”

“Fuck, you are damn hot when you’re angry.”

Deep, raspy voice that made your spine tingle. You turned your head to see Min Yoongi on his elbows, licking his pink lips. He was definitely drunker this time, cheeks flushed. His fair skin on his neck and cheeks were covered in red lipstick marks. You clicked your tongue at him.

“When did you wake up?”

Yoongi smirked.

You frowned.

“Maybe when you slapped her.” His dark eyes glittered in the low light of the bedroom, lips curving higher and revealing his teeth. “Maybe when you got her attention.” Full-on, open-mouthed smirk now, devilish and wicked. “Maybe when you opened the door.”

A muscle in your forehead twitched. You strode over, looking down. Yoongi slowly lifted his head, pink tongue sliding out and tracing his teeth, cocking an eyebrow. You clenched your jaw.

“I like your hair,” Yoongi purred softly. “You took my advice.”

“I didn’t care what color it was,” you responded evenly. “I left the hairstylist do what she wanted.”

Yoongi arched an eyebrow. “She made your hair match your body. Hot and sexy.”

You matched his raised brow. “You saying my hair wasn’t attractive before?”

Crafty dark brown eyes on yours, intoxicating you like whiskey.

“It always needed me to mess it up before it was truly as sexy as you.”

“Are you guys sure you’re not dating?”

Oh right.

Jungkook was still here.

You turned your head to face him. You hadn’t even noticed that he had walked all the way up to the bed, standing next to you. The door was closed. Who closed it? It was also locked. Your brows furrowed and your eyes flickered back to Jungkook. He was watching you, blond hair covering one chocolate orb, pink lips wet and slightly parted. Tan skin radiant in the low light.

“What are you still doing here?”

His visible eye shifted down your body, pausing at your legs and then shifting to Yoongi. Yoongi gave him a neutral expression. The eyes shifted back to you.

“I was going to help you carry him if hyung was still asleep.” His voice had dropped several octaves.

“Well, he’s obviously awake,” you said dismissively.

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, more blond hair sliding down, shadowing his face.

“You want me to leave so you can fuck him? Or so he can fuck you?” Jungkook accused.

You raised your eyebrows.

“I told you he liked you.”

You exhaled, shifting your gaze to Yoongi. He was wiping the lipstick off his neck with the collar of his ruined shirt. He looked displeased, nose scrunching as he did so.

“Wanting me to desire him is not the same as liking someone.” You swung your head back to Jungkook, ticking your chin at him. “Isn’t that so, Jungkook?”

There was a moment of silence.

If silence could be bass-boosted music, screaming downstairs, and a bottle smashing somewhere nearby. But in this random bedroom, it was as if time stopped, you staring at Jungkook, Yoongi looking up to witness what was about to unfold, and your slow realization that Jungkook was not answering fast enough.

The younger man shook his blond bushel of hair very, very slowly.

“No, noona.”

His other eye was revealed, both of them trained on you.

“I want you to take my virginity.”

Silence.

He must be joking.

“And there it is, out in the open,” Yoongi mused.

Jungkook continued, hands in his pockets, chest sticking out from under the tight blue dress shirt.

“Hyung knows this. I told him.”

You let out a soft breath. “You know, Jungkook, you could get any bitch in this house.”

“Don’t want a bitch,” Jungkook retorted, dangerous edge to his voice, slipping into his Busan satoori. “Want you, noona.”

He was way too serious to not mean it. You tucked your hands into your hoodie pocket and flicked your head to remove red strands from your face. 

"Kinda out of left field, kid," you muttered.

You heard Yoongi sit up on the bed and looked at him out of the corner of your eye. He shook his shoulders out and hooked his legs over the edge of the bed, sandwiching one of your thighs between his own. His shirt hung down, ruined and covered with red lipstick from where he tried to wipe it off his neck and cheeks. His neck was pink with irritation.

"Not really," Yoongi chuckled. "He's been eyeing you for a while now. You never noticed because you're too busy being crabby."

He wasn't touching you with his hands and insulting your character instead.

"Speak for yourself, grump."

Yoongi squeezed your thigh with his and you involuntarily shuddered at the slight skin on skin contact due to the giant hole in his pants. Shit. Yoongi snickered. 

"Are you guys dating?" Jungkook snapped irritably.

"No."

Both Yoongi and you said it at the same time, glaring at each other. Jungkook might as well have been a lamp. You stared deep into those mischievous brown orbs, black hair messy and covering his brows, teasing smile on his lips. Dating wasn’t the word for it. You weren’t sure there was a word for what Yoongi and you were doing. You could tell he didn’t know either.

It wasn’t dating, that’s for sure.

"Did you guys fuck on my bed or not?"

Before you could respond, Yoongi broke your gaze and looked straight at Jungkook. Jungkook's jaw was clenched tight, dark eyes flashing. Yoongi's voice was slipping into his Daegu satoori as well, deepening and slightly slurred from whiskey. 

"We did."

You clicked your tongue.

Great. Just great. 

"Ate her out and fucked her hard, all over your sheets. Right next to you. She even touched you."

"An accident," you hissed. 

Yoongi ignored you. "Her hand slid up your abs and chest." He chuckled. "It was sexy. You have a nice body, Jungkookie."

"Stop telling him this shit." You raised your hand to smack Yoongi in the arm but he whipped his head back to you, grabbing your wrist out of the air. You stiffened at the touch. He turned your palm to face Jungkook and directed his attention back to him. 

"This hand, in fact."

Were you surprised? No. That was the game. Push the limits, up the ante. You just didn’t think Yoongi would tell Jungkook something like that. Maybe he wouldn’t if he was fully sober. But Yoongi wouldn’t regret it either. He would roll with the wave, as usual.

You were a little irked that you weren’t the one who took the plunge first.

You finally snuck a glance at Jungkook. His jaw was no longer tense and his cheeks were flushed pink. He raised his head to look at you, blond locks swinging, and you looked away. Fucking Yoongi. Always trying to cause trouble. But that's why you kept fucking him. Because he was always finding ways to make your life interesting. 

Maybe you were addicted to the adrenaline he gave you.

Maybe you were just addicted to Yoongi. 

You sensed movement. You tried to pull your wrist out of Yoongi's grasp but he held it tightly. You finally looked back to glare at him, only to be greeted by the sight of Jungkook's blue shirt mostly unbuttoned, his sculpted abs and chest fully on display. Your eyes widened, taking a step back, realizing how close he was. Yoongi yanked you back, grin on his lips. 

A beat passed. 

Your gaze locked with his. 

Don't you dare, Min Yoongi. 

He planted your hand on Jungkook's torso. 

You tried to twist away, but Yoongi held you there, pressing your palm into Jungkook's hard muscles. The younger man sucked in a breath, surveying you through his lashes. A strange shiver traveled from your hand to your spine, pooling down to your core, setting it aflame. Yoongi slid your hand up to Jungkook's pecs. You could feel how hot and heavy Jungkook's breathing was on the back of your hand. His heartbeat raced under your fingers. 

You gulped. 

"Yoongi." Your eyes were on Jungkook and his blown-out pupils, blond bangs all over his forehead. Your pulse roared in your ears. "You said he was sappy. That it had to be the love of his life."

Yoongi chuckled. 

"Noona," Jungkook replied for him in his husky voice. "I’ve been planning for it to be you."

Your eyes flickered back to Yoongi. His other arm slid around your legs, pulling you to him. He made you breathless, looking down into those devilish eyes, pink lips parting a little. You could feel his hand on your thigh, stroking your skin, making you tremble with his touch.

"He asked you to take it," Yoongi purred softly. 

You inhaled deeply. Whiskey. Leather. Yoongi. Your hand was still on Jungkook's chest. You dug your nails into his skin a little. Jungkook moaned, breathy and deep. 

"I'm not taking anything," you whispered. 

Yoongi's hand released your wrist and slid up the back of your hand, each of his long fingers sliding between yours, pressing your joined touch into Jungkook’s chest. Fingers spread over his skin, his breathing vibrating though your palm. All Jungkook had to do was take a step back. 

Why wasn't he taking a step back?

Yoongi squeezed your fingers with his. You could feel the heat building inside you. Desire. His voice became smokey. Lustful. Purring your name softly. 

He could make you do anything when his voice became like that. 

"I'm telling you to take it."

Your mouth went dry.

"Why?"

Yoongi leaned forward, resting his chin right between your covered breasts. So close. Your heartbeat fluttered. Fuck, you wanted to kiss him so very much. You wanted to kiss that naughty mouth, the mouth suggesting sinful and treacherous ideas. Whenever you were with Yoongi, danger always seemed like a good thing.

"Because you feel good when you do bad things."

God, Min Yoongi was a bad boy. 

"And I love watching you do bad things."

Dark orbs glittering with trouble. 

"I’m here with you."

I’m here with you.

His arm around your legs tightened. Your panties were absolutely soaked. Yoongi had you right where he wanted you. He knew it too, even as you pursed your lips. Yoongi finally looked away from you.

"You don't mind that, right, Jungkookie?"

Jungkook shook his head quickly. "No, hyung. Whatever..." He paused, knowing what he was about to say was wrong. His eyes flickered to you. You didn’t look at him. You just stared at the black pile of hair that was Min Yoongi.

Wondering what was going on in that head of his.

"Whatever it takes."

Yoongi removed his hand from Jungkook’s chest. You pulled yours back quickly, still not looking at Jungkook. Yoongi placed his large hands on your hips. Raised his head. Fuck. Trapping you in his devious eyes. He mouthed words at you. So sexy. So fuckable. You mouthed words back. You’re bad. Yoongi grinned, licking his teeth.

“Stand in front of us, Jungkook.”

And Yoongi spun you around to face him, pushing you into his arms. Jungkook’s hands gripped your upper arms, holding you in place. And, for once, Jungkook wasn’t drunk. He wasn’t stumbling into your car by mistake, he wasn’t reeking of alcohol and nervous ticks. If anything.

Jungkook smelled good.

You were staring into his tan chest. Slowly, you looked up. Up his pecs, up his prominent collarbones, up his shapely neck. You could smell the cologne, fresh like clean laundry mixed with the sharpness of the sea. Your eyes continued up, up his sharp jaw, up to the tiny mole under his lower lip, up to his high cheekbones, up into those chocolate orbs. His blond hair hovered over his eyes, shrouding them with gold. Jungkook sucked in a breath as you made eye contact. You cocked an eyebrow.

“I still don’t see why it has to be me.”

Jungkook licked his lips, leaning in.

“Has to be you, noona,” he whispered, breath hot against your lips.

For some reason your heart was beating fast now. Was it Yoongi’s hands sliding down to your thighs, squeezing them? Or was it Jeon Jungkook, pupils dilated and grip tight on your arms, nearly shirtless in front of you?

“I dream about you,” Jungkook breathed. “All the time. The only woman I’ve ever dreamed about touching me, teasing me, feeling all of me.” He frowned a little, tilting his head. “I had sex dreams before, but none of them felt real. None of them were like the ones I had with you. The ones with you were always extremely detailed. It was like all the things you did were really happening. I could finish with them.”

You didn’t have to guess what that meant.

“I could feel everything.”

Jungkook pressed his forehead against yours, ash blond strands mixing with dark red.

“Your nails digging into my skin, you moaning above me.”

His eyes burned with determination. Yoongi’s hands slid up your legs, fingertips sliding under your soaking panties. You were so distracted by Jungkook’s words that you barely felt it. But your body remembered. Your body remembered that orgasm right above Jungkook, Yoongi’s tongue inside you, your hand on his abs, nails curling into them as you came. Jungkook’s voice was so low that it felt as if your heartbeat was resonating with it.

“Make my dreams real.”

Yoongi circled your clit with his index finger, not touching it, making you gasp.

“Taint me, noona,” Jungkook murmured.

You pressed your lips against his and Yoongi pressed his finger against your clit. You whimpered into Jungkook’s mouth, hand slipping inside his shirt to hold his waist, kissing him deeper. Jungkook’s hand came up to cup your face, holding you close as you moaned, feeling Yoongi stroke your sensitive bundle of nerves slowly, working you up. His other hand was holding your ass, squeezing it hard. In comparison, Jungkook’s lips were soft, tongue hesitantly sliding into your lips. You latched around it, sucking on it roughly. Jungkook squeaked, trying to pull away, but you held on, tugging as you bobbed your head back and forth, eyes cracking open as you moaned deep in your throat.

Jungkook was staring at you, fascinated.

You released his tongue and snaked yours into his mouth. Pushing it in, sliding it back out, steadily and deliberately. Jungkook’s eyelashes fluttered, pressing his body into yours, needy cries in his chest, trying to get more. Pleasure spread throughout your hips, spurred upward by Yoongi’s touch. You felt heady and tense, increasing the force you were using to fuck Jungkook’s mouth, breathing in shallow gasps, closing your eyes again, so close, so close. So wrong, making out with Jungkook as Yoongi stimulated your clit to orgasm.

So wrong, but so, so fucking good.

You sucked your tongue back and moaned directly into Jungkook’s mouth as you came, legs shaking, clit throbbing against Yoongi’s fingers as your panties soaked even more, the scent of sex suddenly prominent in this random bedroom. Jungkook gasped, body shuddering and shaking at your exhale, roughly shoving you into his hard chest. Your crotch hit his and you could feel his erection through his tight pants.

The party kept thriving, bass booming the walls, blind to the events about to unfold.

Jungkook drew back, panting. You felt Yoongi withdraw his hand, heard him lick it off. But you were staring at Jungkook, at his swollen lips, at his blue shirt half-pulled off from your touch, revealing his right shoulder covered in black tattoos, blond hair covering half his face.

Beautiful and dangerous, like an angelic incubus.

You felt Yoongi’s hands on your hips again, unzipping your skirt. Slipping it down. Your body reacted, kicking it away. Jungkook’s eyes were fixated on your black panties, pushed to one side from Yoongi’s touch, soaked with your juices.

“Take off your shirt, Jungkook,” Yoongi said as he reached down to unzip your boots.  

Jungkook yanked his shirt out of his pants and tossed it aside, watching Yoongi slowly strip you. Taking your boots and setting them next to the bed, gripping your hoodie and yanking it over your head. You made a disgruntled noise, but he dumped it next to him, showing you the phone and keys were still in the center pocket. You frowned at him, but Yoongi shrugged, unhooking your black bra. You held onto it, covering yourself. Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

“Let him see the tits.”

You clicked your tongue. Then you turned back to face Jungkook, challenging him.

“Jungkook can come and see for himself.”

Jungkook swallowed, taking a step towards you. Chewing on his lip, eyes fixated on your hands holding up your bra. You felt Yoongi’s fingers hook around the sides of your panties. Jungkook stopped right in front of you. Reached forward and gripped one of the bra cups. You held tight, not letting go. Jungkook’s jaw tensed and he yanked at it, pulling it out of your grasp.

You lowered your hands.

“Fuck…” Jungkook breathed. “They’re prettier than I thought.” His hand raised, but then he stopped, looking at you hesitantly. “Can I… touch them?”

You arched a brow. “Never touched tits before?”

“I want to ask you,” Jungkook replied softly. “I want to know you want it too.”

Chocolate eyes framed in gold, enchanting you.

You reached up and took his wrist, guiding his hand to your chest. You were breathing hard, making them bounce a little. Pressed his palm into your hard nipple, shivering at the different hand, the different feeling. You felt Yoongi slide your panties down, down. You slid Jungkook’s hand down, wrapping his fingers around your nipple. He gasped, rolling the nub between his fingers, watching your face as you moaned, Yoongi’s fingers crawling between your legs once again.

You pointed to your other nipple.

“Mouth, here.” Stared into Jungkook’s ravenous eyes. “Please.”

Jungkook bent down and licked your nipple, coating it with saliva. Your hand slid up the back of his head, tangling in the soft blond locks, pulling him closer.

“More, Jungkook…”

He whimpered your name, pinching your nipple as you said his. You gasped softly as his lips closed around your nipple, sucking lightly, tongue pressed against the tip and moving it around, rubbing the other at the same time. You sank your teeth into your lower lip as you felt Yoongi slide two fingers into you, so easy because he had made you cum beforehand, fucking you as Jungkook made out with your tits. You stared down Jungkook’s muscular back, admiring the way his muscles rippled as he moved. Your hips bucked in Yoongi’s hand, leaning forward so he could finger you deeper, shoving your nipple into Jungkook’s mouth. He sucked hard, nipping lightly, and you threw your head back, pleasure flowing all over. Jungkook switched sides and hands, rubbing your wet nipple with his thumb as he teased the other, flicking the hardened nub with his tongue. Rougher, matching Yoongi’s pace in your pussy, shoving his fingers so far into your pussy that you felt his knuckles.

Yoongi against your back, purring your name.

“Cum for me,” he murmured, low and raspy. “Cum all over my hand as Jungkook abuses your nipples.”

Fuck, his satoori, his words.

Yoongi had you wrapped around his fingers in all senses.

“Mm, fuck, fuck…”

You moaned loudly as you came, legs shuddering, rutting your breasts into Jungkook’s face as your hand pressed him into your tits, grinding your hips into Yoongi’s hand as your pussy clenched around his fingers, drenching them with your orgasm once again. Jungkook moaned into your chest, burying his nose into your tits, tongue pressed against your skin.

“Ah, fuck, you taste so good, noona…”

Yoongi chuckled, slowly pulling his fingers out of you.

“You haven’t tasted anything, Jungkook.”

And then Yoongi fell back against the bed, taking you with him. You had to release Jungkook’s head, whining at the loss of his warmth. Yoongi dipped his knees down and shoved them between your thighs, spreading them wide. He slid you down his body, forcing you to expose your wet pussy to Jungkook’s wide, voracious eyes.

“Have a taste.”

Jungkook’s eyes flickered to you. At this point, it was doomed. You wanted Jungkook’s tongue and your needed it now. Your voice was grating, tainted with lust.

“Get on your knees and taste me, Jungkook,” you growled.

Jungkook obeyed immediately, kneeling before you and crawling up to your thighs, extending his pink tongue, nearly drooling. Chocolate eyes watching your face.

Yoongi shoved his wet fingers into your lips.

You grunted in protest, but then Jungkook’s tongue touched your wet slit, lapping greedily as he watched Yoongi’s fingers slide in and out of your mouth. You moaned around them, licking off your taste as Jungkook moaned into your pussy, coating his tongue with your sweet, thick juices.

“O-oh, fuck, hyung, noona…” he panted hotly into your core. “Tastes so fucking good.”

“Told you,” Yoongi chuckled triumphantly, slowly fucking your mouth.

“Wanna be in here so bad, hyung…”

You make a gargled noise around his fingers and he pulled them out, humming in his chest so your head vibrated with the sound.

“I’m not taking him raw,” you gasped out as Jungkook’s tongue swiped over your clit. Your breathing hitched as he lapped at it experimentally and he continued after witnessing your reaction. Your hand slid down and gripped Yoongi’s wrist, moan torn out of you as Jungkook’s licking intensified. Almost too much, forcing you to tighten your core, juices leaking out of your slit and onto his chin.

“Don’t worry. I came prepared.”

Your jaw tightened as you neared orgasm. Of course, Yoongi came prepared.

“You planned this.”

“Did I?”

Far too amused and teasing to be innocent. Your back arched as Jungkook increased the suction, your head tipped back against Yoongi’s chest, barely being able to see him upside down, mouth open as you panted. Yoongi smirked at you.

“Or did I simply assist little Jungkookie in convincing noona to take his virginity?”

His words and your orgasm hit you like a truck, hands flying up to grip Yoongi’s shoulders as you nearly screamed Jungkook’s name, thighs threatening to clamp his head if it wasn’t for Yoongi’s strong legs spreading them out. Your body fell limp onto Yoongi’s chest, flooding Jungkook’s mouth with your orgasm. Jungkook groaned, drinking it up, hands coming up to hold your hips down as he sucked it out of you.

“Not all of it, Jungkook,” Yoongi warned. “Keep her wet for you.”

Jungkook whined, drawing back, lips shiny and glossy with your cum. His pink tongue snaked out, swiped over his lips, scooping it all into his mouth, the action obscene and arousing all at once.

“Fuck, noona’s pussy tastes so good…”

Yoongi lifted your limp body and dragged you up the bed, placing his head on the pillows and positioning you on top of him. You scoffed, back and ass pressed against Yoongi’s still fully clothed body.

“You want him to fuck me on top of you?”

“Of course,” Yoongi answered smugly. “I can help him get into position and he can get back at me for fucking you on top of him.”

“You didn–”

Yoongi pinched your nipples, cutting you off as he flicked the sensitive nubs, turning you into a moaning mess in seconds. Your legs tried to close, but once again Yoongi hooked his around yours and spread them out for Jungkook, who was stripping off his pants. Your eyes widened seeing Jungkook’s cock straining against his boxer briefs. Yoongi had a great dick. The best dick. But Jungkook had never been in a woman before and he was impossibly hard because of it, gasping as he pushed his underwear down, leaking pre-cum everywhere. Either that or he really was very, very turned on by you.

For the first time throughout this entire night, it really hit you that Jungkook actually liked you. That he was not a fuckboy and he genuinely wanted you to take his virginity, so much so that, somehow, he convinced Yoongi, your partner-in-crime, your other half in this long-winded sexual escapade of pushing each other closer and closer to the edge, until one of you fell.

Yoongi clasped his hands around your upper arms, sucking in an excited breath.

Your breathing caught in your throat.

Or maybe.

Maybe both of you had already fallen.

And both of you were twisted enough to be ridiculously turned on by Jungkook crawling onto the bed, eyes glazed with desire, desperate to fuck you. Yoongi tapped your arm and pressed a condom into your palm.

“Put it on him.”

You motioned Jungkook forward and he scooted up, sucking in his lower lip. The tiny mole underneath quivered as you ripped open the condom, reaching awkwardly to roll it down his thick cock. You inhaled sharply, feeling his warmth against your fingers. Your eyes flickered up to him and he swallowed, chest rattling nervously.

“H… How do I…?”

“Hands on the bed,” Yoongi said behind you. Jungkook placed his hands on the bed, on either side of Yoongi’s arms, next to your head. He stared into your eyes. You placed your hands on his hips and scooted him down so he was positioned above you.

“Give me one of my legs, Yoongi,” you said softly, still keeping eye contact. Yoongi let go of your right leg and you raised it, Jungkook moving his hand so you could place your calf on his shoulder.

“Do I just…?”

“Down.”

He missed.

“Try again,” Yoongi whispered gently. “Hyung will help you.”

Jungkook chewed on his lip and lowered his hips again, gasping as Yoongi’s fingers wrapped around his cock and led him to your pussy. You lifted your hips so Yoongi could see better. The head pressed against your entrance.

“A-ah…” you breathed. “There.”

“Push,” Yoongi instructed.

Jungkook slowly slid in. He winced. “She’s too tight.”

“Relax,” Yoongi chided you. “He’s not me. He can’t handle all that yet.”

“I am,” you shot back. “He’s not pushing hard enough.”

Yoongi huffed. “Fine. Shove it all in there, Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “Won’t that hurt you?”

Instead of waiting for Yoongi to answer, your hands came up and grabbed Jungkook’s hips, forcing his cock deep into you. He yelped at the sudden rush of pleasure, eyes rolling back into his head. You held him down, not letting him move, trying very hard not to tighten around his dick because, holy fuck, Jeon Jungkook had a nice cock, filling you up and stretching you out with his hardness, unforgiving and wonderful, reminding you of Yoongi’s.

Except, well, Yoongi usually didn’t look like he was going to pass out.

You had to bite your tongue so you wouldn’t laugh. Yoongi pinched your arm, already knowing your reaction. You hissed, pulsing around Jungkook’s cock. The younger man moaned, lowering his head, blond hair falling like a curtain. His eyes found yours. Jungkook’s gaze so intense it made your shiver, nails digging into his hips.

Outside the locked bedroom door, someone was yelling at someone else about cheating or something frivolous like that.

“You can move whenever you’re ready, Jungkook,” Yoongi finally said.

“Excuse me, I’m right here,” you interjected.

“Shh, don’t complain.” Yoongi’s hand stroked your red hair, flaring it out on his chest. “Let Jungkookie use you.”

Your chest tightened.

You felt yourself get wetter around Jungkook’s cock.

“What did you say to me?” you breathed. One of your hands lowered from Jungkook’s hip and gripped Yoongi’s wrist tightly. The tone of your voice changed, not quite so harsh anymore, turning needy and thin, breathless. Jungkook was watching you curiously. You felt your ears heat.

Yoongi’s free hand slid around your waist. You couldn’t see his face, but you saw Jungkook’s eyes slide upwards, observing his hyung. A mischievous spark suddenly appeared in those dark brown eyes. Yoongi cupped your breast, stroking your nipple lightly. Shallow, tight breaths, waiting for Yoongi’s response.

“I said,” Yoongi drawled. “Let Jungkookie use you.”

Oh no.

Oh shit.

Why were you suddenly so horny? It suddenly got so hot, suddenly so aware you were sandwiched between Jeon Jungkook’s hard dick and Min Yoongi’s fully clothed body, and Jungkook was going to fuck you into this random bed and into Yoongi himself. So very wrong. So very bad.

And you wanted it.

Jungkook raised his hips and pushed back into you, clenching his jaw. You were so wet that it was easy, not enough for your sudden hunger.

“Not too far,” Yoongi instructed. “You’re going to fall out if you pull out too far.” Yoongi nudged your hip. “Up.” You raised your hips and pressed your thigh against your chest. “Jungkook, angle yourself higher.”

Jungkook shifted and got more on his knees. “Like this?”

“Mhm. Go harder.”

Jungkook slapped his hips into you and you gasped, pressing your head into Yoongi’s chest. He stopped, looking worried.

“She’s fine.”

“Are you su–?”

“Jungkook,” you snarled. “Listen to him and just fuck my damn hole so I can get off.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened at your dirty words. Yoongi chuckled.

“She’ll be fine, Jungkook. Focus on yourself for now. Don’t go faster or you’ll cum too fast,” Yoongi cautioned. “At least for the first time. Go harder so you can feel it all.”

Jungkook bit his lip and began to slowly, but roughly, fuck you. Smacking your hips together with force, gasping at every descent, your pussy squeezing the full length when it was inside you. His gasps turned into moans, your breathy name, eyes closing as he thrust into you.

“Oh, fuck,” Jungkook groaned. “Fuck, she’s so wet, so tight…”

“Like your dreams?” Yoongi teased.

Jungkook seemed not to notice. “Better. Fuck, so much better, hyung, oh my God…”

“Harder,” Yoongi commanded. “I know you can go harder, Jungkookie.”

You moaned deeply as Jungkook rammed his hips into you, the wet squelch loud and lewd, so obvious if someone was listening outside, even through the music. But none of you cared, none of you noticed the bed squeaking as Yoongi spurred Jungkook on gently, having him increase the pace, making your body shudder with pleasure, mouth opening and tongue hanging out as you gasped for breath.

“You wanna cum, Jungkook?” Yoongi asked breathlessly, becoming hard under you as you cried out in pleasure, the base of Jungkook’s cock splattered with your juices.

“Not yet,” Jungkook whined.

“Alright, stop for a second.”

Yoongi placed a hand on Jungkook’s waist and pushed him all the way into you. You whimpered, so close to orgasm but cut off by Jungkook stopping, clenching around his cock as the head hit you deep inside.

Yoongi dropped his voice, speaking to you.

“Give him a hug.”

You gripped Jungkook’s cock and pulsated around it. Jungkook groaned, throwing his head back as his cock throbbed against your walls, roughly massaged by your pussy.

“Oh, fuck me…”

Jungkook began to move again, harder and faster now, lost in his lust, chasing his pleasure.

“Doesn’t it feel nice?” Yoongi purred to you. Your heartbeat skipped as Jungkook pounded you into Yoongi, biting your lip hard and whimpering as he fucked you mercilessly, lack of practice making it an erratic rhythm, watching his thick cock pump in and out of you, so good, so rough, using you.

Your name drifted from Yoongi’s lips, smokey and devious, driving you insane. Your head tipped back, staring at the ceiling, gasping as Yoongi’s words worked into you.

“You love it, don’t you?” Yoongi drawled. “You love Jungkook using you, fucking you like his own personal gloryhole, hm?”

Oh, fuck.

You whined pathetically, liquid gushing down Jungkook’s cock as you came, core tightening, Jungkook fucking you harder, grunting as he clenched his jaw, feeling you massage his length harshly. Yoongi pinched your nipples, lengthening your orgasm, and you squeezed your eyes shut, pleasure overwhelming your senses, consuming you, feeling nothing but Jungkook’s cock, Yoongi’s hands, and Yoongi’s words corrupting you.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy letting Jungkook use you like this,” Yoongi growled. “So generous, letting Jungkook fuck your tight little hole with his big cock, hm?” He rolled your nipples in his fingers and rubbed them hard.

“A-ah, Yoongi!”

“No, no,” Yoongi scolded, pinching them firmly and making your squeal. “Tell Jungkook how good he’s doing. Tell him how good he feels inside you, naughty girl.”

You opened your eyes to see Jungkook’s sweaty face, brows furrowed, jaw tight as he smacked your hips together over and over, veins popping in his neck and forehead. His cock was jerking inside you, close. So close.

“F-fuck, Jungkook,” you gritted out, feeling Yoongi release your nipples and bounce your tits in time with Jungkook’s thrusts. “Fuck, you’ve doing so good, can’t believe this is your first time, you’re so fucking strong and so fucking big, fuck…”

Jungkook’s dark eyes fixated on you, your bouncing tits, your open mouth, your glazed eyes, hips fucking him back as he fucked you.

“It’s because you have the perfect pussy, noona,” he growled, leaning down, pressing you into Yoongi, getting a deeper angle, nearly hitting your cervix. His breath was hot and erotic against your face, eyes flickering up to Yoongi before boring into yours, capturing you, dragging into his pace and his cock slamming into your hips.

“The perfectly tight little gloryhole for me to use.”

You cried out, something inside you snapping, cumming again all over Jungkook’s cock, your juices sliding down your thighs and his thighs, smearing into Yoongi’s jeans, dripping everywhere, so much, oh, God, so fucking intense that your pussy clamped around Jungkook’s cock. He moaned your name right into your face, thrusting one last time, pumping the condom full, stretching it out against your walls, so much you could feel it and his cock throbbing against your walls, trying to get it all out.

Yoongi didn’t even bother to ask. He simply reached down and pushed Jungkook back a little, feeling for the bottom of the condom and pushing him out of you. Jungkook whined, but Yoongi pulled you away from him.

“It’s too much,” Yoongi mumbled. “How long have you been holding out? Fuck…”

He pulled the condom off him and it was still dribbling out. Yoongi grabbed your hand and wrapped it around Jungkook’s cock, holding you in place with his. You were too tired to focus, too exhausted to realize what was going on.

Yoongi began to pump Jungkook with your hand, slowly. He was still so hard, veins imprinting into your palm, cum dripping all over your and Yoongi’s fingers. Jungkook whined, wincing at the sensitivity, but Yoongi was careful, sliding your palm up to the head and squeezing it firmly but not too tightly. Slowly, slowly, bringing Jungkook back down.

“Party’s dying,” Yoongi breathed. “We gotta get out of here.”

You were naked. Jungkook was naked. Your lower back was killing you. Yoongi’s blood alcohol level was far too high to drive even if he sounded sober. You sucked in a breath and shoved your face into the unknown sheets, groaning.

“Give me a minute, fuck.”

Shit, you just wanted to sleep.

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third act. was it a dream a–dick–ted au

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Life Begins at Night (read on ao3)

Pairing: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood Rated: General Summary: “Wanna walk with me?” Magnus asked, holding his hand out to Alec again. Alec hesitated, glancing toward the front of the house as the red and blue lights flashed. He could go back inside and see if Andrew needed him, but there was something exciting about taking Magnus’ hand and seeing where the night brought him.

So he pressed his palm to Magnus’ and pulled him down the alley, both of them laughing and gasping for breath as they ran.

A gift to the incredible @bidnezz​ for her support and general amazingness ♥️

Alec paced back and forth to the beat of the excessive bass thumping from the frat house beside him and groaned. He stared down at the crumpled paper in his hands and read through the words he had thought were perfect only a few hours before he had arrived at the house that now seemed to laugh at him as he spoke. 

“Ever since I first saw you, I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life gazing into your ocean blue eyes,” he sighed and cleared his throat before continuing, “I have wanted to run my fingers through your curls and hold your strong jaw in my palm since before you said your first words to me-- God, no. That’s so stalkerish.” Alec threw his head back in defeat when a small chuckle shocked him into turning around. 

“Who are you talking to?” The man said with his hands on his hips. Alec had seen him around before - Magnus Bane, abstract art protégé - when he wandered the halls of the arts building at his college. 

“I’m not talking to anyone,” Alec retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m-- practicing?” He sighed in defeat and held up the torn paper so that Magnus could see he wasn’t crazy. He still looked at Alec as if he was, taking a few steps forward to grab the paper from Alec’s hands. He studied it for a few moments before raising his eyes at Alec. 

“‘I want to brush my fingers through your curled hair until you fall asleep’?” Magnus read with clear judgment in his tone. Alec blushed and ran a hand over his hair, resisting the urge to tug it from his skull. “You can’t be serious about this?” 

“Oh, like you could do better? I’m sure you’ve never even had to worry about pining after someone, looking like,” Alec gestured over the impeccable outfit Magnus had on, the way his hair was perfectly quaffed, and his flawless face of makeup that Alec found himself surprisingly jealous of, “that.” 

Magnus laughed before he said, “It’s not all about looks, darling, but thank you for noticing.” He winked at Alec who, in turn, blushed an even deeper shade of red. He wasn’t used to such forwardness from men. The ones he hung around with were usually Jace’s friends, frat boys who were so obsessed with their heterosexuality, they made sure not to seem even a little gay in front of their homosexual brother. 

“Well, then what would you suggest?” Alec asked because he figured he couldn’t dig himself into a deeper hole than he had already. Either Magnus would laugh at him again or he would give him advice and Alec was really ready for either option. 

“Andrew doesn’t want to hear about how handsome he is,” Magnus said, waving a hand at the house beside them. “He’s a frat boy and frat boys already know, Alexander.” Before Alec could fight the stereotype, Magnus raised his eyebrows at him, a clear challenge that Alec wasn’t ready to face, and Magnus’ words echoed through his head again. 

“How do you know my name?” Alec asked, tilting his head. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” Magnus responded easily before glancing down at the letter again. “As I said, Andrew doesn’t need the reminder that his hair is curly or that his eyes are blue. How does he make you feel?” 

And wasn’t that the question. Whenever Andrew walked into a room, Alec felt his heart stop beating and all of the air in his lungs seemed to push from his chest. He couldn’t talk, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think whenever Andrew was around. They would have late-night talks when Andrew was too drunk to remember the next morning and Alec felt a need to take care of him. He would tuck Andrew into bed and leave him water and headache medicine for his impending hangover. Sometimes, Andrew would peer at him with narrowed eyes and tell Alec that he was the best friend he’d ever had and Alec would feel his stomach flutter in happiness. 

“I don’t know how to describe it,” Alec trailed off as he hung his head down in disappointment. If he couldn’t even explain it to a practical stranger, how was he supposed to let Andrew really know how he made Alec feel? Magnus sighed and held his hand out, urging Alec to grab it with a soft, friendly smile. Alec did as he was asked and Magnus pulled him closer until they were chest to chest, face to face, and Magnus looked at him as if he was the world. Alec had to look away. 

“I’d want to hear about what I do to your heart, how it flutters with only a gentle caress,” Magnus whispered, resting his palm on Alec’s chest delicately. He swayed them back and forth to a beat that didn’t even remotely match the steady one pounding from inside the house, but Alec was too lost to really care.  “I’d want to hear about what I do to your brain, how you can’t think straight with even just a glance, how I make you think about the future and how bright it could be with me in it.” Magnus held Alec’s chin softly in his fingers and ducked so that Alec could look into his eyes before he said, “I’d want to hear about what I do to your…” He slid his hand down to the belt of Alec’s jeans but before he could move forward, Alec catapulted himself back with wide eyes. 

“That’s-- No, I-- This isn’t--” Alec sputtered, pulling at the collar of his shirt because he wasn’t sure when it had gotten so warm outside. His heart was pounding, and his skin felt as if it was on fire, and his mind reeled with thoughts of kittens and mangled bodies as he tried to push back the arousal that had settled low in his stomach. 

Before he could chastise Magnus for his actions, Jace came running out through the fence yelling, “Someone invited jailbait, we’ve gotta go!” Alec stared up at the sky and cursed his luck as he saw all of his fraternity escaping the house through windows and doors alike. When he glanced back at Magnus, he looked almost pleased and Alec really couldn’t figure out why. 

“Wanna walk with me?” Magnus asked, holding his hand out to Alec again. Alec hesitated, glancing toward the front of the house as the red and blue lights flashed. He could go back inside and see if Andrew needed him, but there was something exciting about taking Magnus’ hand and seeing where the night brought him. 

So he pressed his palm to Magnus’ and pulled him down the alley, both of them laughing and gasping for breath as they ran. 

“So, what are you doing at a frat party? I didn’t really think that was your thing,” Alec said once they were far enough away to slow their stride and catch their breath. 

Magnus laughed and said, “My roommate, Clary, just started seeing--” 

“Izzy,” Alec interrupted with a laugh. “She’s my sister,” Alec clarified when Magnus tilted his head in confusion. 

“Ahh, that makes so much sense,” Magnus noted with a small chuckle. Alec glanced over at him only slightly offended as to what that meant. Magnus patted his shoulder and said, “I’ve heard about you twice. Once from Izzy who referred to you as Alec and once from a classmate who said you were Alexander and that you sometimes wandered the halls of the arts building and no one knew why.” 

Alec blushed and explained, “It’s a lot less stressful than walking around the law building.” Magnus nodded in agreement. “I didn’t realize that anyone had noticed me,” Alec said after a few moments of silence. He was honestly surprised that anyone knew his name, but he thought that was bound to happen when he hung around with his group of frat brothers. He wasn’t used to attention but when he entered college, there was more on him than he ever expected. 

“You stick out like a sore thumb among us artistic type,” Magnus noted as he gestured to the outfit Alec was wearing. 

“What do you mean?” He didn’t think it was too noticeable; his button-down light blue shirt was tucked in at the waist and covered by a grey jacket that Alec considered casual. He had dark jeans covering his legs with a black belt holding them up and his shoes were simple sneakers. 

“I mean,” Magnus laughed, tugging at the hem of the jacket, “you’re always so put together while the rest of us are splattered with paint or charcoal and our clothes are usually mismatched or covered in a smock.” He had a point. Magnus’ outfit was brightly colored and sparkling with glitter and what Alec had assumed was a leftover assignment. The pattern that covered his shirt didn’t even remotely match the cardigan that kept him warm and his jeans were spotted with bleach and torn along the thighs. Somehow it matched what little Alec knew about Magnus, though. 

“Yeah, you artists are definitely eccentric,” Alec said, hoping the whisper of jealousy in his voice was firmly hidden by the subtle insult. Before Magnus could be too offended, Alec added, “There’s something homey about the arts building and the unique personalities I encounter there.” Magnus laughed, nodding his head enthusiastically and the sound took Alec by surprise. It wasn’t his usual suave chuckle, it was more a burst of sunlight that lit up the darkness. 

“Eccentric and unique are definitely two ways to describe the art majors. We’ve all just stopped conforming to the way society has wanted us to be, you know? Makes us able to represent ourselves whichever way we please and just say ‘fuck it’ to all the normalized bullshit that high school forces on us,” Magnus rambled, rolling his eyes dramatically. “College was an escape for me,” Magnus admitted, staring down at his feet as if contemplating how much he could tell Alec. 

“College is a prison for me.” Alec was surprised that was the bit of information he decided to divulge with Magnus and he wasn’t quite sure where it came from. Izzy had been the only one let in on Alec’s miniature crisis regarding his education and even then it was after a few too many drinks. “How was it an escape?” Alec asked in his best attempt at changing the subject. 

Magnus shot him a narrow-eyed glance, but said, “It was a new start. My brother, Raphael, and I moved to New York from the middle of nowhere, got a one-bedroom apartment that we can barely afford, and are both pursuing our new lives in one of the biggest and best cities in the world. We couldn’t have asked for a better beginning.” 

It seemed so simple to Alec. They left behind whatever world they were living in as if it didn’t matter and Alec couldn’t help the jealousy that seemed to tease at the back of his neck. He had wanted that for himself and his siblings but while Jace and Izzy were both on their own journeys to success, Alec was the one that had to keep their parents happy. That meant studying in the law building while pining after the happiness he felt when he entered the arts building and he had learned to be okay with that. 

“Prison isn’t exactly the ideal place to be during such formative years, Alexander,” Magnus said, nudging his shoulder against Alec’s to gain his attention. Alec huffed out a laugh and nudged back, biting on his lip as he contemplated what to say to Magnus. He knew the words held a question and was grateful Magnus was letting him decide if he was ready to share. He glanced around at the empty street, the quiet of the park beside them, and closed his eyes as the cold night air whipped across his cheeks. He decided that if he only had one night to be himself, he would let Magnus in as much as he could. 

“I started last year in pre-law, waiting for my siblings to join so that I could finally find the nerve to do what I really wanted to do. I figured one year in a major that I wasn’t exactly excited for was worth it because it was just that - one year. But my parents,” Alec sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “they finally started talking about me. They tell their friends all about my schooling and my ‘career aspirations’ and I-- I’ve disappointed my parents enough, you know?” Alec admitted. Magnus stopped walking and eyed Alec curiously, like he had said something Magnus couldn’t quite figure out. “What?” Alec asked with a nervous laugh. 

“You never really struck me as the type to be into anything other than law,” Magnus said before he shrugged and kept walking. Alec was stunned for a moment and jogged to catch up, slowing once he met Magnus’ stride. “So, what is it that you really want to do?” Magnus asked and there was a small part of Alec that had hoped he wouldn’t. 

He took a deep breath and whispered, “Photography.” He waited for laughter, even a shocked gasp to leave Magnus’ lips and a dramatic roll of his eyes, but none of that came. Magnus just kept walking and Alec had to shuffle to keep up. 

“Photography,” Magnus repeated, nodding his head. “You’re not very personable so I feel like portraits aren’t quite your thing. Landscapes?” Magnus guessed. Alec tried not to be offended by his very insulting - yet very true - statement. 

“Ruins, mostly. Abandoned buildings, urban decay, that sort of thing,” Alec explained with a noncommittal shrug of his shoulders. “There’s so much history in the world, New York City even, that  everyone just leaves alone and it makes me want to portray it in a different light, you know?” 

That time, Magnus stopped and stared at Alec silently. Alec could tell there were words just on the tip of his tongue, but he was calculating them carefully in his head before he spoke. Alec wondered briefly if Magnus knew how much he appreciated that. 

“Got any photos?” Magnus asked, holding out his hand. Alec reached for his pocket on instinct before shaking his head. Magnus rested his other hand on his hip and cocked an eyebrow at Alec, calling his bluff almost immediately. “You’re talking to another artist, my darling. We always keep our work on hand,” Magnus noted. It was the first time Alec had ever been referred to as such and the word made his face heat even through the brisk wind on his cheeks. 

He sighed and pulled out his phone before finding the perfect picture to show Magnus. He chose the one that first pushed him to want to work on his hobby; an abandoned subway track with rusted over rails, graffiti on the walls, and just a bit of light shining in through the entryway that hadn’t been boarded up securely. Alec had snuck his way in when he saw the signs covered in trash bags, knowing that something worth seeing must exist behind the loosely placed boards. 

He was alone - he often was when he had his camera in his hands - but that wasn’t enough to deter him from what could have been beautiful. And it was exactly that. He sat in the subway tunnel for hours until he remembered that his cell would not have service underground and, upon leaving, was met with multiple texts from family and friends worried about where he had been. He wasn’t nervous, though. There was something so serene about being away from the noise of New York City in an abandoned place that was all his own. 

Magnus cleared his throat and said, “This is… really good, Alexander.” Alec gaped at him for a moment before smiling nervously. 

“It’s not,” he said on instinct. Izzy had always told him he wasn’t the best at accepting compliments and he realized that was even more true when they were coming from someone as beautiful as Magnus. He was staring up at Alec like he couldn’t believe the photo was actually his so he scrolled to the next set, tucking himself a little closer to Magnus so he could explain the photos better. 

“Is this--?” Magnus began but Alec interrupted him with an enthusiastic nod. 

“Loew's 46th Street Theater in Brooklyn!” Alec said excitedly. He remembered that day  vividly. He had just been accepted into college and was torn between the joy of heading to a prestigious university and catering to his parent’s chosen career path. He wanted to be as happy as everyone else was, but something inside was telling him to grab his camera and go. So he did. 

“How did you even get these?” Magnus asked, clearly stunned. Alec wasn’t quite sure how to explain. He had always heard about the theater and how it was almost impossible to see the back rooms because it had been turned into a furniture store after it closed down. It was the challenge Alec had been looking for and he chanced a midnight adventure to get the best pictures. 

Alec explained, “I just turned on the lights and all of a sudden, I witnessed some of the most beautiful architecture I had ever seen. To this day, I still have no idea how I made it out of there without being caught, but--” Alec paused as Magnus glanced up at him. He realized suddenly how close he was to Magnus and took a small step back before finishing, “That night was what had me pushing through my first year of pre-law so that I could eventually do what I wanted. It was… magical.” Alec didn’t think it was a strong enough word. 

“I had a moment like that, too,” Magnus offered as he handed the phone back to Alec who pocketed it quickly glad for the spotlight to get off of him. “Right after I graduated, I took Raphael out to get some dinner at this seedy barbeque joint a few blocks from our foster parent’s house. Across the street, there was an artist building this impeccable structure in an alley between two tall buildings. I couldn’t understand why any artist would want such incredible work hidden from the public. So, naturally, I grabbed Raphael’s hand and went up to ask.” 

“Naturally,” Alec agreed with a laugh. He didn’t know much about Magnus, but he seemed like a man who did exactly as he pleased. He could picture a younger Magnus walking up to a seemingly professional artist and questioning all of their life choices just because he had wanted answers; the image alone made Alec smile wider as he urged Magnus to continue. 

“The artist told me his name was Ragnor Fell and that if he was going to be known for his art, he didn’t have to publicize it or make it known to the world it was there. Someone would find it and decide on their own if it was worth sharing with others,” Magnus explained with a soft, reminiscent smile on his face. “Raphael was 12 at the time and told Ragnor that he would tell everyone at school about it. Ragnor seemed pretty chuffed and gave us this makeshift card that was splattered in clay and burned around the edges. I still have it,” Magnus said as he reached for his wallet. 

“Ragnor Fell? Why does that sound familiar?” Alec said as he glanced down at the card. It definitely wasn’t mass-produced like the ones he had in his back pocket that his parents forced him to carry for ‘networking purposes’. It was an artist’s card, that much was clear. 

“He’s a professor now. Spent thirty years creating sculptures and gained enough fame to teach New York City’s up and coming art students,” Magnus said, his face scrunching with joy. Alec thought it looked wonderful on him. “He’s also my mentor, though he would never admit to that if you asked,” Magnus added with a wave of his hand. 

“Seems like a great guy,” Alec said as he handed the card back to Magnus delicately. It seemed important to him and Alec hadn’t wanted the light sprinkle of rain to ruin it. 

“Oh, he’s an absolute grump and one of the surliest people I’ve ever met,” Magnus laughed, “but he has taught me everything I know and pushed me to follow my dream when no one else did. I owe a lot to him.” There was a fondness in Magnus’ tone that had Alec’s heart clenching in his chest. He had a mentor, a law professor who really only helped him write his resume and cover letter, but he had never felt a real connection to her. She was a friend of his mother’s and wrote him recommendations based on his intelligence and his last name, and that was really all she was. 

“Lightwood!” The voice and the rumble of a car pulling up next to the pair knocked him from his thoughts. When he leaned to glance in the window, he saw Andrew in the passenger’s seat. His heart soared for a moment but was crushed by the weight of a thousand tons when he saw Lorenzo Rey in the driver’s seat, their hands intertwined tightly. 

“Hey, uh, Andrew, what’s up?” Alec asked, as he stepped up the car.

“We’re headed over to Raj’s place for a new party since the other one was busted up. You in?” Andrew asked, gesturing to the back seat. On any other night, Alec would have launched himself into the car, eager at a chance to spend time with Andrew. Alec glanced over his shoulder and saw Magnus shuffling a few steps away, and decided he didn’t want that night to end just yet. 

“Nah, I think, uh, Magnus and I are gonna keep walking,” Alec said softly, patting where the window had rolled down. 

“In the rain?” Lorenzo said with clear judgment in his tone. It was barely a sprinkle and after the day of exams and night of rehearsing a speech he wasn’t sure he would ever admit to, Alec was ready for the quiet and calm Magnus had brought him. 

“We can’t control the weather, Rey,” Magnus said teasingly as he rested a hand on Alec’s shoulder, leaning down so the two could see him. 

“You sure?” Andrew asked and a sliver of hope smoothed up Alec’s spine, quickly stopped by the way Magnus’ hand felt on his shoulder. 

“Yeah,” Alec nodded with a smile, “I’ll catch the next one.” 

As they drove off, Magnus said, “Underhill is the Andrew you wrote that ridiculous love letter to?” Alec was momentarily offended but the smirk on Magnus’ face had Alec shoving his shoulder gently with his own. 

“What about it?” Alec asked as Magnus shoved him back. He lost his balance and almost tripped over the edge of the sidewalk, but Magnus grabbed his hand and pulled him back. He was surprised by just how much he didn’t want Magnus to let go when he finally did. 

“He doesn’t seem like… your type?” Magnus noted with a noncommittal wave of his hands. Alec eyed him suspiciously for a moment. 

“And what exactly do you think is my type?” Alec asked, narrowing his eyes at Magnus who considered the question with a hum. 

“I pictured more tall, dark, and handsome - like yourself - with an air of mystery around him. You don’t seem like the type of person who goes after someone so ‘what you see is what you get’,” Magnus said surely. Alec couldn’t help but laugh because that was exactly what Andrew was. There wasn’t any mystery about him. He was a physical therapy major who wanted to go into sports medicine and if that didn’t work out, had backup plans to do security at one Yankees Stadium. He was exactly what you thought he was and left nothing hidden. Alec thought that might have been what first attracted him to Andrew so much. 

“He’s… nice,” Alec supplied. Magnus scoffed as Alec added, “He’s a good friend, very reliable and energetic, not afraid of who he is.” 

“If you wanted a golden retriever, I could always take you to one of those dreadful puppy mills they always bust in the city,” Magnus said with a tone of seriousness that had Alec hunching over in laughter. When he finally composed himself, Magnus was grinning with him, a light blush on his cheeks that seemed to highlight the perfect structure of his face. 

“What’s wrong with wanting no surprises?” Alec asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence. 

Magnus seemed to consider his question before skipping over to one of the stone benches at the edge of the park. Alec sat beside him, closer than he thought was necessary, and they both watched the small fountain bubble as it came to life. 

“An artist hates predictability, don’t you agree? You go into those abandoned buildings and forgotten about places because you don’t know what you’re going to find, if I had to guess.” Alec nodded, but stayed silent. “And that’s exciting. It makes your heart beat a little faster and makes your skin tingle with excitement for the unknown.” Magnus punctuated his point by dancing his fingers up Alec’s arm until they tickled the back of his neck. Alec laughed and shoved his hand away, letting his own rest on Magnus’ thigh comfortably as Magnus played with his fingers. 

“You sure know quite a lot about me, huh?” Alec muttered as he stared down at their hands. Magnus hummed softly and flipped Alec’s hand over to draw an unfamiliar pattern onto his palm. 

Magnus shook his head and said, “I like knowing people; what makes them who they are and why they are what they are. The more you know about people, the less they can lie to you.” There was a pain in Magnus’ voice that Alec wanted to sooth. He wanted to wrap Magnus in his arms and tell him that everything was going to be okay, but he reminded himself that wasn’t his place. 

“Getting to know people is such a pain,” Alec said with a huff of humorless laughter. “What’s to stop them from lying about who they are in order to be who you want them to be?” It was a question Alec had often asked and one that he even often found attributing to himself. His entire life felt like a lie. Sitting there with Magnus was the truest he had felt in, well, years. 

“Does anyone really know who they are?” Magnus asked with a sigh. 

“You seem to,” Alec noted with a gentle nudge against Magnus’ shoulder. Magnus let out a burst of laughter that seemed to explode through the night air like a firework. 

“Oh, do I?” Magnus said, but Alec saw the question for what it was. He was trying to skew the conversation away from himself and Alec was shocked by the revelation that Magnus might have something he wasn’t confident about. 

“I mean, yeah,” Alec began, “that was my impression of you the first time I saw you. You’re like, this out and proud gay man--” 

“Bisexual,” Magnus interrupted, holding up a finger. “That distinction is very important to me,” he added with a strict nod. 

Alec laughed and said, “You’re just proving my point, Magnus! You know exactly who you are and aren’t afraid to let everyone around you know that. You just exude this confidence in every single thing you do. The way you dress just yells at people to look and admire, your work stands out above almost everything I’ve seen in the arts building, hell, even your makeup tells your story and that’s plastered all over your face.” Once Alec had started, he found himself unable to stop, but Magnus stayed silent so he assumed he didn’t care. “From what you’ve told me about your brother, you’re close with him despite the age difference and you’d do anything to protect him and you’re just so unafraid of anything, it’s frankly annoying,” Alec finished with a deep breath, wincing as he realized everything he had just admitted. “I’m sorry, I--”

“Do you wanna come back to my place?” Magnus asked quickly and Alec gaped at him embarrassingly. 

“I-- what?” 

Magnus stood up and offered his hand before continuing, “By the look of those clouds over there, it’s about to start pouring and I don’t think I’m quite finished learning what I need to know about you. So?” he paused and raised an eyebrow at Alec, reaching his hand a little further until Alec had no choice but to take it. 

“Y-Yeah. Yes. Lead the way,” Alec decided as he shot onto his feet. Magnus squeezed his hand and took off running down the street, dragging Alec behind him. The rain started cascading from the sky as if it had opened up just to make their night more fun and Magnus’ laughter echoing through the air was like music to Alec’s ears. He couldn’t remember the last time he had smiled so much, been so carefree, and he didn’t want that feeling to ever go away. 

By the time Magnus pulled him up a set of stone steps, he was soaked from head to toe. He should’ve been annoyed or uncomfortable with the way his socks seemed to squish between his toes or how his jacket was too heavy on his shoulders, but Magnus glanced back at him with the brightest grin he had ever seen and he couldn’t bring himself to be anything but happy. 

“I can’t get my keys,” Magnus complained as he tried to reach into the pocket of his drenched jeans. Alec laughed and pried his jacket down his arms before holding it over Magnus’ head to try and shield him from the falling rain. Finally, Magnus grabbed his keys and unlocked the door and the two tumbled in, a fit of giggling echoing through the entryway. 

Magnus shushed him through a smile and Alec whispered, “What?” Magnus gestured toward one of the rooms down the hall that had a dark sign noting ‘Raphael’ with an angry face drawn beside the name. 

“He’s a great kid, just not exactly warm and fuzzy,” Magnus whispered, shrugging as he slipped off his shoes and cardigan. Alec thought they must have looked like wet dogs that just came in from playing with the way they were soaked to the bone, bright grins on their faces. “I can throw your clothes in the drier and you can borrow something, if you want,” Magnus offered as he started tiptoeing toward an area blocked off by an intricate tapestry. Alec ran his fingers along it as he took in his surroundings. 

The apartment was just as Alec would have expected. Magnus had mentioned it was one bedroom and stupidly, Alec thought Magnus would be the one with the bedroom. Of course, Magnus was too kind or selfless to not let the little brother he had spoken so highly of sleep in anything but the best conditions. When Alec pulled back the tapestry, he saw a mattress on the floor with silk sheets and a wardrobe with eccentric clothing hanging from the bar. Alec glanced back at Magnus with his eyebrows raised. 

“We can’t afford much, but we make the most of the money we do get,” Magnus explained with a shrug. 

“Silk sheets are for sure making the most,” Alec teased. He gulped when he saw Magnus strip off his shirt and pants, tossing them into the dryer before holding a hand out to Alec. Alec tensed and ran a hand through his hair, sighing when it came back covered in rainwater. 

Magnus laughed and said, “If I wanted you naked, I would find a way to get you that way, Alexander. I just don’t want you to catch a cold.” Alec narrowed his eyes at Magnus’ blatant flirtation and looked around for clothes he could possibly wear next. Magnus sighed and dug into his wardrobe, pulling out a t-shirt and sweatpants that were covered in dried paint spots and seemed a size too small. 

“No boyfriend’s clothes that might fit me better than these?” Alec asked. It was a blatant way of asking if Magnus was single and if he caught on, Alec was none the wiser. Magnus just shook his head and tossed the clothes at him forcefully. 

“You’re lucky I’m not making you walk around in wet clothes or naked, really. It’s very selfless of me to even offer you my most prized comfy clothes,” Magnus decided, crossing his arms over his bare chest. 

“Are you gonna put clothes on?” Alec asked because trying not to stare at Magnus’ bare torso and long legs was getting impossibly harder by the second. 

“They always told me law students were no fun,” Magnus huffed, grabbing for a tank top and black yoga pants before sliding them on. Alec hoped his disappointment at losing the beautiful sight wasn’t too obvious on his face. “Will you  get changed so I can start the drier!” Magnus yelled with a laugh as Alec hesitated again. He turned away from Magnus and pulled off his jacket, shirt, and pants before quickly pulling on the clothes Magnus had offered to him. He didn’t realize how cold he was until a chill raced through his body. 

“Do you, uh, have heat?” Alec asked, glancing around the apartment. He felt ridiculous for even considering, but Magnus hadn’t been too open about his financial situation and Alec didn’t want to offend him. 

A laugh burst from Magnus’ lips before he said, “We might be poor, Alexander, but we can afford the basic essentials of living.” Alec went to open his mouth to apologize, but Magnus slammed the drier shut and held up his hand. “You don’t have to apologize. I appreciate you not being judgmental of those a bit less fortunate than you,” Magnus said with a soft smile on his face. He walked toward the kitchen area and started a teapot before asking, “I’ve got tea and hot chocolate. What would you like?” Alec considered him for a moment, tilting his head as he let the long silence between them linger. 

“Whatever you’re having is fine,” he decided as he sat down on the edge of the mattress. It was comfortable, maybe more so than the one the college provided him, but his knees were at an awkward angle since it was so close to the ground and Alec struggled to get comfortable. 

“I’m not here much. Usually, I stay at the arts building until late or we have dinner over at Ragnor’s house. Raphael tends to hang out with his friends until curfew and when they are here, they’re usually locked in his room playing video games so there wasn’t much use for a couch or anything,” Magnus said, as if Alec cared how he decided to furnish his home. 

“You don’t have to explain,” Alec said quickly, “I think it’s nice how big and open this room is without all the unneeded furniture. My parents always had a huge sectional and decorative chairs the kids weren’t even allowed to sit on and it seemed like such a waste of space, honestly.” He hoped it didn’t sound like a brag and when laughter sounded from Magnus’ lips, he was grateful for it. 

“I was with a family like that once; the Penhallows. Some of New York’s finest politicians who were foster parents solely for the public image. Their home was fit for royalty so I can’t complain about them too much,” Magnus said with a shrug as he made his way back to Alec with two cups of tea. Alec smiled at him in thanks and moved over enough for Magnus to sit, which proved to be unneeded as Magnus sat crossed-legged on the floor in front of the mattress. He leaned his head back against the bed and smiled up at Alec softly. 

“Hi,” Alec said lamely, feeling momentarily stunned once again by how vibrantly amazing Magnus looked even when he was still slightly damp.��

“So, Alexander Lightwood, sibling of Jace and Isabelle Lightwood, a pre-law student with a passion for photography, and gay?” Magnus guessed and he snapped when Alec nodded in response. “Out?” Magnus asked as he stirred his tea. 

Alec nodded and then shook his head. “Yes and no? I mean, I’ve told everyone that matters like my siblings, people I care about, and I don’t really hide it,” Alec hesitated and then sighed, deciding to trust Magnus, “but my family is of the ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ mindset and their perfectly crafted image would be impacted if they were to have a son with untoward preferences.” He wondered if the sentence sounded as rehearsed as he thought it did and Magnus’ small smirk into his teacup confirmed that it absolutely did. 

“You care about their image?” Magnus asked but it was clear he knew the answer. Alec took a large gulp of his tea, ignoring the burn on his tongue as he thought of how to respond. 

“Family is everything, right?” Alec said with a noncommittal shrug. Magnus hummed for a moment and then leaned his head back against the bed to stare up at the ceiling. 

“I’ve always been of the ‘family is what you make it’ mindset. I had birth parents who should never have had children, same with Raphael, so we’ve always had to make our own families,” Magnus corrected. Alec nodded and tapped the edge of his cup with a nervous finger. 

“You and Raphael aren’t real-- I mean, aren’t broth-- aren’t related?” Alec stuttered before wincing at how stupid he sounded. He wondered where all of his cool went. He had it at the beginning of the night but at some point,  his view of Magnus had changed and he was too enthralled in getting to know him to analyze it. 

“Relax, Alexander, it takes a bit to get the vernacular down. Raphael is my brother in every way but blood. We crossed paths in a few foster homes when he was a toddler, and when I aged out of the system, Raphael was just shy of 8-years-old. I worked hard and kept in contact with his foster family until I was able to obtain guardianship of him,” Magnus recalled, smiling at the memory. “He wasn’t eligible for adoption until he was fourteen and by that point, he didn’t want to have another set of parents. We figured it out with social workers and court and here we ended up.” 

Alec gaped at Magnus and let out an unsuspecting huff of laughter before he said, “You are so much more than I thought you were, Magnus Bane.” 

“I could say the same about you, Alexander Lightwood. I’ve been pleasantly surprised by this evening,” Magnus admitted as he finished the rest of his tea. Alec followed suit as Magnus stood up and offered to bring his cup back to the kitchen. When Magnus wasn’t facing him anymore, Alec let his eyes search the apartment. He had been so drawn to the tapestry that hung from the ceiling, he didn’t see the beautiful structures that lined almost every window. 

“Did you make all of these?” Alec asked as he moved toward the first piece that had caught his eye. It was a band of flat metal that seemed to flow off of the base in gentle waves. There were three thin cylindrical pieces that struck through the band as if cutting off the life it could have. Alec didn’t consider himself an art critic, but he knew immediately that there must have been a story behind it. 

“I made that when I was going through the court battle with Raph,” Magnus said as he wandered up next to Alec. He was close enough that Alec could feel the heat radiating off of him and he wanted to hold Magnus in his arms until they shared the warmth between them. He shook the thought away when Magnus continued, “I felt like Raph and I were just going with the flow, wanting the freedom that came with each other,” he stroked a finger over the band, “but there were always people that wanted to cut us down and inhibit our future.”

Alec took the chance to rest his hand against Magnus’ as it fell back to his side, hoping the touch was as comforting to Magnus as it was to him. Magnus glanced up at him, his lips slightly parted and his makeup smudged from the rain. Alec couldn’t stop himself from swiping his thumb underneath Magnus’ eye to brush away some fallen mascara. Magnus’ eyes widened and Alec went to move away, but gentle fingers laced with his and he was powerless to tear his hand away. 

“Why metal?” Alec said to break the silence that started weighing on his mind. Magnus’ lips turned up into a small smile and he peered back at the sculpture behind him. 

“Metal stands the test of time - much like photography in this day and age,” Magnus noted, “and it’s something I always had access to. Most other forms of art require materials that are hard to find; clay, paint, brushes. Metal can be found in the city streets and for the most part, that’s where I started to find my interest in sculptures.” 

Alec tilted his head and asked, “The streets?” He had hoped that didn’t mean what he thought it might, but Magnus’ face fell and Alec held onto his hand a little tighter. 

“I was a dumb kid, really. I thought that living on my own on the streets of New York City was better than living with a foster family who was using me as a paycheck. I know now that wasn’t remotely true for most of the families that took me in, but when you’re unloved by those who were supposed to love you most, it takes a toll,” Magnus explained. Alec nodded slowly and shuffled closer to Magnus as he continued, “I would find pieces of metal on the street - broken fire escapes, rusted dumpsters, fender benders, even silverware the fancy restaurants deemed too flawed for their esteemed guests to use - and then I would create something beautiful to look at when I was surrounded by things that scared me.” 

“You made your own distraction,” Alec said in agreement. It was similar to how he got into photography and Magnus seemed to guess at the connection as he looked expectantly at Alec. “Izzy got this digital camera one Christmas when she went through this egotistical modeling phase but she quickly forgot about it. That was the year I came out and my parents decided to get me the straightest and cheapest gifts they could think of,” Alec recalled and Magnus chuckled next to him. 

“I hope you kept some of those. I would love to see what they came up with,” Magnus interrupted with a snort. Alec shook his head and rolled his eyes, but there was only fondness in them. 

Alec relaxed a little as he continued, “I was so jealous that my parents regarded Izzy as this star child that I stole her camera and left to wander the streets as if either of them would’ve cared. I hopped on the subway, stayed on until the second to last stop, and found myself at this abandoned warehouse. It had these flood lights that cast the most incredible shadows like this building that everyone had forgotten about was finally in the spotlight only to be covered by darkness it couldn’t control. It was--” Alec sighed and resisted the urge to fidget with his fingers because that would have meant pulling his hands away from Magnus’ grasp, “everything I felt. I felt so ridiculous comparing myself to some decrepit building, but I took a few pictures and fell in love with capturing emotions in one little photograph.” 

“That’s beautiful, Alexander,” Magnus whispered, stroking his thumb along the back of Alec’s hand. He thought it should have been uncomfortable to be standing in the middle of Magnus’ apartment in the middle of the night still holding hands as if it was impossible for them to let go, but something about it just felt right. Alec wasn’t about to ignore that. “You should just use your passion for photography to get Andrew’s attention, it sure as hell is working for me.”

The sentence knocked Alec out of his thoughts that revolved around Magnus. Andrew didn’t seem nearly as important as he had at the beginning of the night and Alec wondered if that was how it felt to meet someone who changed every aspect of a person’s life. Alec didn’t know much about Magnus but he thought he had known enough; enough to know that there wasn’t even a possibility he would look at Andrew tomorrow and want to wax poetic about his blonde hair and blue eyes. All he could think about was the way Magnus’ hair was stacked so neatly on the top of his head and the way the charcoal around his eyes made the deep brown color pop with flecks of gold. 

“So, it’s always been ruins then?” Magnus asked, seemingly to fill the silence of Alec staring at him. Alec blushed and nodded slowly, struggling with what to say next. “What else do you like to photograph?” Magnus asked. 

“The stars,” Alec blurted before he could stop himself. Magnus’ eyes brightened as he looked up at Alec, raising his eyebrows for him to continue. “I, uh, like the predictability of them. When I point my camera up at the sky, I’m gonna see practically the same thing I saw the night before. It’s… calming,” Alec decided. Magnus pulled his hand away and Alec had to stop himself from holding on tighter. 

“I wanna show you something,” Magnus said excitedly as he skipped toward the kitchen. He turned off the kitchen lights before moving toward the front door, checking the lock before glancing back at Alec. “Go lie down on the bed,” Magnus ordered and Alec’s cheeks reddened noticeably. Magnus rolled his eyes and explained, “I’m not trying to take advantage of you, Alexander, I just want you to lie down.” Alec was briefly saddened that Magnus wasn’t planning on taking advantage of him, but did as he was told, anyway, propping himself onto his elbows to look back at Magnus. 

“Now what?” Alec asked and Magnus just grinned and flicked the main light switch. Alec expected complete darkness, but his eyes darted to the glow-in-the-dark constellations that lit up Magnus’ ceiling. He let his arms fall to his sides and his head rest on the pillow as Magnus slid into the bed beside him. “This is--” 

“Out of this world?” Magnus interrupted and Alec nudged him with this shoulder as best as he could from the awkward horizontal angle. Their arms brushed lightly and the backs of their hands slid together, just resting as if neither of them wanted to make the first move. It was like they both sensed the change in the atmosphere where holding hands while in bed, staring at the fake sky, would be a line crossed irreversibly. At the moment, Alec didn’t care. He flipped his hand over and stroked his thumb along Magnus’ skin before curling it under Magnus’ pinky so he could lace their fingers together. 

“Yeah,” Alec agreed softly, squeezing Magnus’ hand when it settled in his own. Something about the feeling of Magnus’ skin against his was like the stars aligning, like he was exactly where he was meant to be, and Alec was grateful for whatever had their paths crossing at the party. 

“You like photographing ruins because they’re often forgotten about and you like photographing the stars because they rarely change,” Magnus said consideringly as he turned his head toward Alec. Alec glanced back at him and nodded, gulping when he realized how close their faces were. He could feel Magnus’ breath ghosting across his face and was instantly warmed by his body being so close. 

“That’s right,” Alec agreed, nuzzling his cheek into the softness of Magnus’ pillowcase. 

“That says a lot about you, really,” Magnus noted with a raise of his eyebrow. 

“Oh, yeah? And what do you know about me?” Alec asked which seemed to be a ridiculous question because Magnus had learned more about him in the last few hours than most anyone he had known his entire life. 

“That you take the time to appreciate the forgotten and seemingly unappreciated and that you find comfort in predictability.” Alec let out a small huff of laughter because Magnus was very right. “This night was anything but predictable, Alexander, at least to me,” Magnus admitted after a few moments of silence. Alec nodded and a small smile found its way to his lips for what felt like the millionth time that night. 

“I like knowing what’s going to happen,” Alec began, turning his entire body to face Magnus while still gripping his hand tightly, “but the reason I like my abandoned buildings and forgotten about places is because I like being surprised by beautiful things. And you, Magnus Bane, are one of the most beautiful surprises I’ve ever seen.” 

He heard the small intake of breath as his words seemed to register in Magnus’ mind and hoped that he didn’t overstep. He had thought that Magnus was as interested as he was, but he had also thought he was in love with Andrew a few hours ago, so his judgment wasn’t always sound. 

Before he could retract his statement, Magnus leaned forward and Alec was caught in the most perfect kiss he had ever been a part of. Their lips moved together slowly and tentatively, testing that the other was enthusiastically consenting. Alec hesitantly pushed himself closer, breathing in the way Magnus tasted on his lips and the way Magnus’ hand squeezed his, seemingly urging him to kiss back. Alec ran his tongue along Magnus’ bottom lip softly and the small hum that seemed to flow up from Magnus’ throat had a shiver cascading through Alec’s entire body. He let go of Magnus’ hand, only to trail his fingers up Magnus’ arm until they cupped his face gently, his thumb stroking the warm skin of Magnus’ cheek. Magnus leaned into the touch and let his tongue brush against Alec’s for a moment before he pulled away to rest their foreheads together. 

“That was--” Alec paused because he wasn’t sure there was an adjective that could describe how perfect the kiss had been. 

“Out of this world?” Magnus whispered and Alec could hear the smile on his lips as he repeated his previous joke. 

“Yeah,” Alec breathed as he moved his hand back down to hold onto Magnus’. There were a few moments of comfortable silence, both of them relishing the new memory they had just made, and Alec’s heart was racing faster than he could count the beats. “I’m really happy you decided to go to that party,” Alec said and Magnus let out a too-loud laugh that broke their peaceful silence. 

“You know, it’s a funny story,” Magnus began and when Alec tilted his head, he sighed. “I wasn’t supposed to go tonight. One of my classmates and I were cleaning up our studios and her girlfriend came in to take her to dinner before the party. We chatted a bit while she finished putting away her materials and this beautiful girl who I had never seen before told me that I had to come tonight because, and I quote, ‘her idiotic brother was pining after the wrong guy’ and she wasn’t about to let him make this ginormous mistake.” He paused and Alec didn’t need to ask to know exactly who he was talking about. 

“Izzy always thinks she knows what’s best,” Alec said slowly. Leave it to his sister to intervene in his life. “So, you only talked to me because my sister told you to?” Alec asked, feeling a bit deflated from where he lay. 

Magnus shook his head quickly and said, “She invited me to the party and then refused to point out who you were. It wasn’t until you told me Izzy was your sister that I made the connection. I left that party with you because you looked like you needed someone to talk to and, apparently, I wanted to be that someone.” Alec nodded and considered Izzy’s words to Magnus.

“I think maybe,” Alec took a deep breath, “Izzy might have been right.” Magnus stared at Alec for a few moments and waited for him to continue, hopefulness bright in his eyes. “Andrew is safe, predictable even. He’s a friend of the family who I’ve known for a while and is… convenient. But,” Alec took a deep breath, “I was surprised by you, Magnus. I’m surprised with how comfortable I am with you, how much I want to get to know you, how I can’t really guess what you might say next to make me want to learn every in and out of your life.” 

“Alexander,” Magnus began but Alec connected their lips passionately, making sure Magnus felt all of the potential that Alec knew they had. 

“I don’t want to keep living my life the way someone else wants me to, in the path that’s expected of me. I want to throw myself into photography because it’s terrifying, I want to tell my family that I don’t need their money and fame because it’s reckless, and I want to get to know you because you’re the first person who has ever made me feel like this,” Alec said breathlessly. He couldn’t describe exactly what ‘this’ was, but his heart was beating loudly in his chest, his skin tingled with anticipation, and his stomach seemed to bubble with the butterflies he had only heard about in movies. If that wasn’t something worth risking predictability for, Alec didn’t know what was. 

“Will you start by staying the night? Just… laying with me until morning?” Magnus asked as he pulled their connected hands to his lips to lay a gentle kiss on the back of Alec’s. Alec sighed and nodded, feeling for the first time in his life like everything was falling into place. 

“Yeah,” Alec whispered as he closed his eyes, unsure if sleep would even be a possibility through his excitement of what the night had meant to him. “Then we can talk in the morning?” Alec asked tentatively, hoping that they were on the same page. 

“Absolutely,” Magnus agreed sleepily. Alec smiled as Magnus cuddled a bit closer to him, his breath slowing to a steady rhythm that indicated he had already fallen asleep. Alec found comfort in it just as much as he had found ease in every moment he had spent with Magnus. 

Alec wasn’t sure what the future had in store for him, but he was sure of one thing; that night with Magnus had changed everything, and something told him it was just the beginning. 

#malec #malec fic #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #magnus x alec #alec x magnus #my writing #bidnezz #you're amazing and ilysm #i did some sleuthing to see what your favorite kind of fics were #and came up with this <3 #I hope you love it!!

[micks-so-cold]

𝔼𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 ℝ𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕦𝕖

002: y/n is dating Mick and becomes jealous when one of Mick’s fans start to flirt with him after a show.

“Goodnight, everybody! Thank you!” Mick yells into his microphone and waves to the crowd before walking off the stage to meet you. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and you could see the sweat that covered his body. But that didn’t stop you from walking straight into his arms, which were held out and waiting for you.

“How’d I do? Did I impress my lovely girlfriend?” Mick questions. He lifts you up and holds you with one hand on your back and the other under your bum.

You keep your arms wrapped his neck and rest your head on his shoulders. “Mhm,” you hum. “You always do.” Mick has been your boyfriend for the past four years, and you still find yourself in awe with him with each performance. The amount of energy he brings to the stage each night was unimaginable—you could watch him on stage forever.

This is how it always was. Mick plays his show. You watched. Mick finishes up. You congratulate him and spend the rest of the night with him. And this is exactly how you like it.

He kisses your cheek and then pulls you slightly away from his body. “I’ve got to meet some fans outside tonight. They don’t like when I got running off with you every night.” He winks at you as he spoke, allowing the memory of sleeping together last night to come rushing back into your head. “Wish I could, though. If it was up to me, you’d be out of those clothes already.” He gazes down your body with the faintest of smirks, admiring how your skin tight shirt shaped around your curves.

His eyes eventually make their way back up to your face and he smiles a cheesy smile, probably satisfied with the noticeable pink tint on your cheeks. “Well, if that’s what you want...” your thought trails off while you bring one hand up to his face, brushing his damp hair from his face. You now have your own smirk on your face as you see him purse his lips. Obviously, he wanted you right now just as much as you wanted him.

Mick shakes his head. “It’ll have to wait. C’mon out with me. I’ll try to not be long,” he tells me and puts you down back on your own two feet.

You pout your lips at him. “Fine,” you comply. “This is what I get for dating the lead singer of the best rock band ever, huh?” Sarcasm was laced in your voice. You didn’t actually mind waiting for Mick to meet his fans. It is part of his job, after all. And he is always so happy to speak with the people who came to his shows. You love seeing him with a smile on his face.

“Exactly right, y/n.” He holds out his hand for you to grab, and you accept. His big hand gently squeezes your smaller one and you start to walk with him across the stage, which is filled with the band’s stage crew as they clear everything off.

Mick hops down from the six-foot-high stage without thinking twice before turning around to face you, who was still standing on the edge, nervous as could be. Heights were never your thing. “I’ll catch you, don’t worry,” he comforts you, letting out a chuckle.

You nod your head and sit down on the edge of the stage. Mick has his arms out, ready to catch you. You shut your eyes tight and push yourself off, letting out a high pitched squeal as you fell for only a second before he catches you.

“Oh, you’re so dramatic, princess,” Mick laughs at you, but he really did love seeing you fall into his arms. And he especially loved that you trusted him enough to do do.

You hop out of his hold and grab his hand again. “Take that back. Right now, Mick.”

He pecks your nose a couple times. And then your lips. He didn’t want to stop, but he did, knowing if he went any further he wouldn’t be able to hold back. “I will when you stop being dramatic,” he tells you.

//

Together, you walk out the main entrance of the venue where there appears to be around thirty fans. Keith was out here, too. He was talking with a group of girls.

You take a seat on a bench next to the doors and Mick let’s go of your hand. “Thirty minutes, max. Then we’ll be outta here,” he whispers in my ear. You smile and nod your head. You couldn’t wait to have Mick to yourself again. It felt like last night was a hundred years ago.

Mick turns away from you and walks a few feet away, toward some girls who were eagerly waiting to meet him. You watch him talk and sign things for his fans for a while.

Eventually, only two girls remained. One, a slim, bleach blonde, beautiful woman, seems to be extra invested in being around Mick. You always got a little jealous when you watched Mick and his fans, but you could usually push it aside.

This time was different.

This girl was all over your boyfriend and you didn’t like it at all. She is hugging him and kissing his cheek and laughing and moving as close as possible to him. What really bothers you, though, is how Mick wasn’t stopping her. He’s laughing along with her. Going along with her motions.

You roll your eyes and pull out your phone to check the time.

11:49.

It has definitely been more than thirty minutes by now.

You stand up and walk over to Mick, wrapping your arm around his and looking at the girl, who looks back at you with squinted eyes. “Hey, darling,” Mick says to you. He places his hand on your shoulder and rubs is slowly.

“I’m cold, Mick. Let’s go back inside,” you say with a bland voice, not breaking eye contact with the girl in front of you.

“Alright, just give me a few more minutes to talk,” he says. “Go wait inside, doll. I don’t want you freezing.”

“You said thirty minutes, Mick. It’s been like forty-five,” you explain, now looking up at him.

He looks down at you, confused, and furrows his eyebrows. You never really interrupted him and his fans like this before. “Y/n, just a couple minutes. I’ll meet you right inside.”

“But...you must be cold,” you say, helplessly. You just wanted him away from this girl. It was obvious she didn’t have good intentions. You knew that, even if Mick didn’t.

“We’re almost done chatting,” the girl chimes in with her obnoxious, high pitched voice. You’ll be doing Mick a favor getting him away from this girl.

You dart your eyes back down at her and scrunch your face in disgust. “I really wasn’t talking to you. You didn’t have to say anything.” Your voice is sour.

“Y/n!” Mick raises his voice as he says your name. He’s obviously confused and shocked at your sudden rudeness. “Y/n, wait inside. I’ll be in soon, like I said before.”

“But—” you start.

Mick cuts you off before you have a chance to finish. “Head inside,” he whispers in your ear in a deep voice that told you he’s upset.

You were about to protest more, but decide against it. If Mick wants to talk to this girl so badly, then so be it. You shove his arm off of your shoulder and storm off inside the venue.

You walk to the front of the large room and sit with your back leaning against the stage, which was now empty of all crew workers and equipment. The room is dark with only a few dim lights. But that’s good for you. It would make it harder for Mick to see the few tears that spilled from your eyes when he comes back inside.

//

Maybe you are overreacting with this whole situation. You trust Mick enough not to go off with another girl. But, at the same time, you couldn’t help it. You love Mick so much and can’t stand the thought of him being with anyone but you. Even if it was just a fan who he’d never see again.

You don’t know how long you sit in silence for, maybe five or six minutes, but you eventually hear the door open and shut close. Footsteps walk over to you at a slightly faster than normal pace.

“What the hell was that, y/n? Something gotten into you?” Mick’s voice was angry. You stand up and turn away so he can’t see your smeared makeup.

“When will the bus be here?” You ask quietly, hoping the state of your voice doesn’t give it away that you’ve been crying.

“No, we’re not doing this, y/n. You’re not going to ignore me or go on changing the subject. What the hell was wrong with you out there? She was my fan. And I’m hoping she still is after how you spoke to her,” Mick says, the anger and disappointment in you still evident in his voice.

“Nothing is wrong with me,” your voice breaks. If he didn’t know you’ve been crying before, he definitely did now.

Mick doesn’t say anything for a moment. You hear him sigh before putting both his hands on your shoulders. “Look at me,” he demands in a calmer voice.

You shake your head, embarrassed at how emotional you can get. You bring your hands up to your eyes and wipe the new tears that started forming.

He sighs again. “I know you’ve been crying, y/n,” he says. “I’m going to ask you one more time to turn around and face me.” Despite being upset with you, his voice was calm. He has always been better with handling his emotions than you. You sometimes wish you could be a little more like him.

But you weren’t like him. And you don’t turn around like he asked you to.

“Fine,” he says when you stay still.

You feel Mick’s arms wrap around your waist and lift you up. “Put me down, Mick. I don’t want to talk to you,” you argue, squirming around in an attempt to get loose.

“That’s too bad because we’re about to have a long talk,” he says. He turns you around and slides down with his back against the stage. You end up sitting on his lap as he holds your wrists so you can’t escape him. Your legs rest on either side of his body.

The dim lights in the room allowed you to just see Mick’s face. His lips are pursed and his eyebrows were furrowed. He’s still mad. And that meant he can see yours too—he can see your tear stained cheeks. “Tell me what happened out there,” he demands, though his voice is still soft.

“Nothing happened,” you whisper. “I don’t want to talk about it.” You let a few more tears slide down your cheeks and look down, ashamed. You overreacted tonight, you know you did. But you couldn’t help it.

“Well, we’re going to talk about it.” Mick let’s go of your hands and brings one up to hold your shoulder and the other under your chin. He carefully lifts your head so your big, sad eyes are forced to look at his worried ones. “My beautiful girl is crying and won’t tell me why. I’m not going anywhere until she speaks to me, and neither is she.”

“I told you, nothing happened. I just wanted to go inside...and I was cold,” you try to defend yourself. When another year slides down your face, Mick reaches it before you have the chance to. His thumb slowly runs below the wet skin below your eye.

“Tell me the real reason, y/n,” Mick speaks quietly into your ear. He knew as well as you did that you being cold wasn’t the reason you got so snappy.

You grab the bracelet on your wrist that Mick had gotten you a couple weeks ago and twirl it around, anxious and sheepish at how you treated the girl.

He grabs onto your bracelet as well. You let his fingers travel around your wrist to meet yours which he grabs and squeezes tight. “I’m afraid I know exactly what’s got you like this,” he admits with his head cocked to the side. “Why don’t you just tell me? That’s what has me most concerned, y/n. I want you to be able to talk to me.”

“If you already know...then there’s no use in telling you,” you slowly speak, hoping for any excuse to not admit it out loud.

Mick’s fingers intertwine with yours. “Go on and tell me. I’d like some confirmation,” he says.

“No.” Your response is quick and certain. The thought alone of admitting you got jealous to Mick made your cheeks warm. You hate how much you needed him, not realizing just how much he needs you, too.

“Why not?” Mick sighs, starting to become annoyed with your stubbornness.

“Because I’m...” you start loudly, but quickly lose all confidence. You look to the side down at the ground.

“Because you what, baby?” Mick urges you to finish your thought. He rests his palm on your far cheek and pulls you back to him so you look him in the eyes once again.

You swallow your pride and speak. “I’m...I’m embarrassed, Mick,” you admit through a voice crack. Mick remains quiet while you struggle to continue. “I guess I got...j-jealous of that girl you were talking with,” your voice was only a whisper and you were surprised he could hear you at all.

Mick holds your head still with both hands despite your desperate struggle to look away. “Baby...” he sighs. He knew that’s what I was going to say. “You know you’ve got nothing to be jealous of. You’re my girlfriend for a reason, y/n, not her.”

You let out the full stream of tears that you’ve been trying to hold back all night and sob. Mick’s grip on you loosens and you fall into him. You wrap your arms around him and cry into his neck. His one hand find the back of your head and his fingers run through your hair, trying his very best to relax you. His other arm was wrapped around your back, pulling you as close as he could. “Shh...” he whispers in your ear. “It’s all going to be okay. We always work through these things, always.” You feel safe in his arms, even after all the tension that was created between you and him tonight.

“You...you seemed really into her,” you tell him through your sniffles. “I thought you liked her more than me.”

You feel Mick shake his head and then kiss the top of yours. “Not possible,” he murmurs into your hair. “I do have to be nice to my fans, though, y/n. Even when those fans are a little flirty.” He stops and pulls you away so he can look at you. “But flirting doesn’t work on me, you know why?” His attention switched back and forth from your red eyes to your red lips.

You shake your head, looking into Mick’s deep blue eyes. “No,” you whisper.

“Because I’ve got you right here, y/n. You’re everything and anything I could possibly need in a girlfriend, and then some,” he tells you, staring into you eyes as he does so. “You’re on my mind all the time, beautiful. You’re all I think about—whether I’m on stage, with my fans, with you. You’re always in my head. Do you even understand how stupid I would be to give you up for some stupid fan that I don’t even know?”

You smile at his words because you knew they were true. Mick and you had such a strong relationship. It was stupid of you to get jealous since you knew Mick wouldn’t risk anything with you. “I know...and I’m sorry,” you apologize with a voice that’s still quiet. “I overreacted, and I’m sorry,” you begin to gain a little more confidence as you continue your apology. “I’m sorry. I just really—”

Mick didn’t let you finish, though. This always happens when you apologize—you end up going on long, repetitive rants. And Mick knew you well enough to know that’s exactly what was about to happen. His lips, which had formed into a small smile, touch yours, immediately shutting you up.

It doesn’t take long before he pushes for entrance with his tongue, which you obviously accept. Your tongues meet and Mick gets more aggressive with his movements.

He pulls you into him and moves you down to the ground. Your head is resting on the hard floor of the venue, but you didn’t mind. His warm hands slide under your shirt and trace along your figure, sending shivers through your body. When he gets far enough up your body, he moves away from the kiss just long enough to lift the shirt over your head.

“Lift your head up for me, darling,” he says through a deep, raspy voice—a voice you loved so much. You do as he says and he places your folded shirt under your head as a temporary pillow before immediately going back to the kiss. His hands explore your bare upper body and toys with the clasp of your pink bra.

“You’re everything, y/n. I wouldn’t change this moment for the world.”

#mick jagger #the rolling stones #keith richards #rock music #fanfiction #fanfic

[fbfh]

Light Up the Dark - Leo x reader [II]

genre: romance + action + enemies to lovers kinda

word count: 1.3k

au: none

pairing: Leo x gothy!child of eros!fem reader

requested: nah

warnings: more brief mentions of anthrax, mentions of robbing a dentist and crafting w human teeth, living in an abandoned warehouse, i think that’s it??

summary: Leo and Jason finally find the demigod they’re looking for, but it’s going to take a lot of persuading for Leo to win her over to come to camp with them. 

listen to: karma - ajr

a/n: finally have a reliable laptop so i can hopefully post more?? don’t quote me lmao

Jason barely parks the car before Leo and Calypso are out the door. Leo thinks out loud while tweaking his tracking device, and Calypso starts listing the places she’d found in her travel magazines. 

“First I’m going to go to the Portland Observatory, then there’s this cute little ice cream shop not too far from there, and gods, there’s jewelry boutiques and coffee shops…” She lets out a noise of excitement and heads down the street before disappearing around a corner. Leo had wanted to say something to her, but now he just stared at where she had been a moment ago. 

He brushes it off, and turns back to his tracker. Jason takes in a breath to say something before Leo walks by him and says to come on, he got a signal. They walk for a couple blocks and Leo is doing everything he can not to focus on what just happened. I mean, I should have expected it at this point, he thinks, she’s practically been ignoring me since we left the island, why would now be any different? Then, as usual, the voice of overjustification enters the chat. He tries to silence the conflicting inner dialogues with no luck. 

Beepbeepbeep.

He looks down at the tracker.

BEEPBEEPBEEP.

He looks over at Jason.

BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEE-

They take off running. 

They run for a few blocks, zigzagging around, before Leo sprints forward. 

"She should be up that way," he pants, not realizing Jason had fallen behind. He barrels forward, eyes glued to the tracker, when he slams into something and a cold liquid seeps into his hoodie. His eyes flit up to apologize, but the words get caught in his throat. 

He's looking down at the hottest girl he's ever seen. 

Just the fact that you're standing so close to him makes his heart race, and he can't tear his eyes away from you. Heat rises to his cheeks as he studies you. He's fixated on your eyes; there's makeup smudged at the corners, and they're a rosy pink at the bottom. Something about them makes him want to create things. Is this how artists feel when they see their muse? His breath catches when he realizes they're staring at him, through him. He snaps out of his trance when he realizes you’re waiting for him to say something. You look pissed. He tries for an apology, but nothing comes out. He'd heard of people looking 'hot when they're mad', now he really got the expression. Your glare intensifies. 

"I WILL MAKE YOU SNORT ANTHRAX!" 

His heart is pounding - maybe from the running, definitely from you - as you crush the cup in your hands. You grab his collar and his heart stops for a second as you shove the cup down his shirt. You scream and storm off. He watches you stomp off until you turn a corner. Jason finally catches up to him. He takes in the coffee stains all over Leo’s clothes, the redness of his face, and the cup sticking out of his collar. 

“... You know what? I’m not even gonna ask.”

Leo barely hears him, still staring at the spot where you were a moment ago. You were like nothing he’d ever experienced before, the closest comparison he could make was an intense summer storm; loud and powerful, shaking everything up, then gone before you can blink. He never thought the words ‘I will make you snort anthrax’ could be a turn on. 

“Did you find the demigod?” 

Jason’s voice cut through his thoughts. 

“...Yeah,” he points to the corner you had just disappeared around, “over there.” His instincts win, and he takes off running after you. He catches up to you a second later. He grabs your shoulder, and you spin around yelling, “WHAT?!” He fumbles for what he was about to say, but he’s still stuck on your eyes and how loud his heartbeat sounds. He chokes out the usual monologue about how surprise! The greek gods are real and you’re their kid and you need to get to camp right now. Or at least he tries to. What came out was more like, “Uh, this is hard to believe and everything, but one of your parents is a… a greek god-” 

 “Wow, thanks for the compliment!” You cut him off incredulously. 

“Wha- no, I didn’t mean-”

“Because it’s so hard to imagine me as the child of a god,” you continue. 

“Not hard to believe like that-”

“I mean, look at me! I’m a hideous, coffee covered monster!”

He looks down at you, lost for words. How can he say that's not true, you're incredible and make his heart go boom boom! What words are stronger than beautiful? You cock an eyebrow at him expectantly. He pushes past this feeling that makes him want to master poetry just to write sonnets about you, squeezes his eyes shut, and chokes out the important parts of the rest of the speech. 

“We need to get you to camp.” The words come out in a rush, then there’s silence. He stares down at the pavement. He knows if he looks at you he’ll get all flustered again. After a minute, your voice cuts through the silence like drizzling honey. 

“You want to take me to a summer camp?”

“U-uh, yeah…?”

He hears you blow a quick breath of air out of your nose. Was that a scoff or an almost laugh?

“Well, that’s new.” After a moment of consideration, you respond, “I’ll tell you what. I’ll go to your summer camp - if you get me coffee whenever I want on the way there.” He takes in a breath to reply when you continue, “I also want free access to bleach and hair dye. And I get to choose the music in the car.” 

He’s like, yeah, that’s fair.  He calls Jason over. 

“Jason, this is, uh…” You introduce yourself with a curt smile. “Right,” Leo continues, “I’m Leo, and this is Jason.” You look up at him. He seems nervous. 

“Yup,” he raises a hand in greeting, “Jason here.” 

You blink.

“Okay? What do you want, a medal?”

Leo turns to Jason and says he has to grab something real quick, and they’ll all meet up at the car. You start walking beside him down the sidewalk. You revel in the uncomfortable silence. After a minute he tries to make conversation. 

“I, uh… I like your purse.” He says. 

“Thanks, I added the studs myself.” you reply, smiling slightly. 

“Oh, that’s-”

“They’re made of human teeth.” You continue. He’s quiet again, trying to tell if you’re joking.

“I had to rob a dentist.” 

He doesn’t talk much after that. Leo arrives at the car a few minutes after you do. Jason gets into the driver's seat, and Leo hands you a milky iced coffee and some paper towels. 

“What are these for?” you ask, looking at the paper towels in your hand. 

“So you can dry off.” He replies, “Sorry about before. Americano looks good on you though, it brings out your eyes,” and you smile a little in spite of yourself. You dry off and take a sip of your coffee. Your eyebrows rise in surprise. It’s perfect. 

“How… did you know my order?” you ask, a little amazed. He holds up the crumpled, and now somewhat straightened, cup you had shoved down his shirt and points to the description on the side. 

“I have my ways.” He smiles playfully and you both get in the back. 

“Hey,” you say, buckling your seatbelt, “can we swing by my apartment to pick up a few things before we leave? It’s not far from here.”

“Yeah, that’s perfect,” Leo replies, “I can help you out while Jason picks up Calypso.”

You tell them the address and give occasional directions, and a few minutes later you pull up to an abandoned warehouse. Jason is about to ask if this is the right address when you hop out of the car and just… walk inside. 

Jason and Leo share a look. This is going to be interesting.

#leo x reader #hoo x reader #leo valdez x reader #leo imagine #leo valdez imagine #LV light up the dark

[raewritesfiction]

So Happy I Could Die

A/N: written in 2011 originally...

Plot: Stefani fantasizes about a woman she saw at a club.

Genre: smut iirc / song fic? Pairing: Stefani/OFC Warnings: masturbation

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I love that lavender blonde The way she moves, The way she walks I touch myself can’t get enough The night had been fun; getting hot and sweaty in the club with her friends.  Stefani had been watching a girl, a lady - a stunning lady. She had been tall and slender with dyed hair - it must have been blonde but the lights made it appear purple.  She had tattoos down her left arm and her back; her smooth and slender back which had been bare due to the halter neck top, it had barely covered her breasts and hung loosely, it was never meant to be fitted and looked to be made from satin or silk, probably polyester though.  It tied loosely and low on the hips, the ribbon hanging down past her backside, which was perfectly curved, in the tight jeans enclosing it. Her legs were long and slim, enclosed in denim they helped moved her body to the music, in a swaying rhythm; moving her hips and waist, twisting, writhing, tempting. Her eyes travelled lower and saw her high heels, elongating her legs, pulling in her ass and stomach.   Stefani’s eyes looked over her body again, arms were toned and lightly tanned, the lines of the tattoos we’re perfect, all of them in grey and black, no colour – a full sleeve on the left arm, elves, goblins and fairies and a large dragon on her back; the only colour in the dragon was it’s eyes a deep blood red and an emerald green through the body to highlight it.  Her hair was down with a light wave to it, thick and healthy looking, it moved as she did, sweeping her shoulders.  Shades of purple washing over it – was it the lights? Or was it actually dyed that colour? Stefani couldn’t see her face, so she excused herself from her group of friends and moved to a dark corner in the far end of the nightclub where she had a perfect view of everything but nobody could see her. The music was pounding, the beat intoxicating, everybody was moving.  Stefani hung back pressed against the wall corner; the painted walls were cold on her arms and back. For the first time that night she became aware of what she was wearing herself.  A short PVC wet-look dress, it barely covered what it needed too, there was very little back to it, the sides dipped and curved just above her buttocks, the left side had a strap joined from above her breast over her shoulder and down to the right side. The dress was tightly fitted and clung to her curves, she was lightly covered in sweat, it was hot in the club, or was it because of who she was watching? Stefani moved her legs, she wasn’t wearing any panties, a pair of lace-topped silk sheer stockings covered her legs and a pair of PVC boots covered her feet to her knees. She ran her hand through her hair and bit her lip as she watched the woman dance; she was twisting her hips and torso, arms in the air.  Stefani’s breathing hitched as she saw the top move and revealed a side view of her breast, her nipple was pierced with a bar that had UV activated balls, it glowed a bright white.  Stefani found herself wondering if the other matched and thought having both pierced was sexier.  Kinky. The woman turned and seemed to look straight at Stefani, but she twisted and moved again; her face was lightly tanned, with dark makeup and natural lips.  Her eyes were a dark green, the lights enhancing their colour; a small nose stud adorned her left nostril.  Her nose was small, straight and perfect, she had high cheekbones that were lightened by make up.  Her eyebrows were shaped, rounded with high arches, dark; she obviously bleached her hair, Stefani smiled – she loved bleached hair. The woman turned her back to Stefani again, showing her back tattoo, slender hips and perfect ass - Stefani was fixated on it, the way it was moving and the shape, she wondered what it felt like. And in the silence of the night Through all the tears, And all the lies I touch myself and it’s alright Stefani’s hands travelled over her dress, it was thin and she felt her nipples harden under her hands, she looked around and saw nobody watching, nobody was near by, she was alone in her dark corner; she had noticed a long time ago that the lights never reached here, not even a flicker; she had always wondered why they had never put lights up round it but now she didn’t care, she was happy, she could watch and move and touch. Stefani ran her hands through her own bleached hair, drawing it back off her face; she closed her eyes as once more she ran her bare hands down over her breasts, her ribs and stomach they stopped at the top of her thighs when she felt the lace of her stockings, curling her long slender fingers around the edge of the thing plastic material they brushed the top of her labia; she shivered.

Happy in the club  With a bottle of red wine Stars in our eyes ‘cuz We’re having a good time So happy I could die

Be your best friend Yeah I’ll love you forever Up in the clouds We’ll be higher than ever So happy I could die And it’s alright The lights lowered to darker tones, sending the room into a sunset haze as the music deepened and slowed to R’N’B beats.  Stefani moved her body, parting her legs slightly as she moved the sides of her dress with her hands and rubbed her thumb and forefinger slowly over both of her nipples - making them harder before cupping and squeezing both of her breasts lightly. I am as vain as I allow I do my hair, I gloss my eyes I touch myself all through the night And when something fall out of place I take my time, I put it back I touch myself, Till I’m on track. Stefani would have much preferred to feel her hands over her body right now, her fingers caressing her nipples and breasts, kisses between them and down onto her stomach.  Stefani wanted to feel her lips touching her clitoris; her tongue flicking over it before entering her; making her wet and making her shake, making her moan. Just give in… Stefani moved a hand down her body between her legs, brushing her fingers over her wet inner labia and over her clitoris she moaned softly to herself, her eyes opened she kept checking for anyone watching, the thought she may get caught made it all the more exciting, especially if she was caught by her. Stefani smiled and bit her lip as she moved her fingers in circles over her hardened and swollen clitoris, her chest heaving as rubbed her nipples with her other hand. The woman was still dancing, she never stood still, Stefani felt like it was her own private show and the dancing was just for her.  The woman was dancing alone now, she had turned away many men and women she just wanted to dance alone.  Her hips writhed and her body undulated to the smooth music, Stefani watched as her halter-top moved and flashed her breasts and nipples again, both were pierced; a moan escaped between Stefani’s lips as she slowly pushed her fingers inside herself, crooking them slightly and finding the spot she was feeling for. Happy in the club  With a bottle of red wine Stars in our eyes ‘cuz  We’re having a good time So happy I could die

Be your best friend Yeah I’ll love you forever Up in the clouds We’ll be higher than ever So happy I could die And it’s alright Moving her fingers inside herself, Stefani groaned as she watched the woman dancing, moving her body rhythmically to the music, knowing dance routines from videos, dancing with ease; it came naturally.

Stefani arched her back, moving her hand against her body, rubbing her clitoris and G-spot at the same time, she bit down on her lip hard enough to draw blood as the coil in her lower stomach tightened, a spring compressing ready to jump free and release its energy. The woman spun around, her top flaring out, her hips moved and wound, dipping low, tightening her jeans around her buttocks, showing their perfect curve, Stefani noticed as the woman dipped that there was no way she could be wearing underwear, her jeans were far too low to hide be able to hide any panties or g-string. The thought of her being commando intensified the feeling in her stomach, Stefani panted as she moved her fingers and her hand faster; concentrating on her clitoris, moving her fingers in circles over, pressing hard at first but she lightened off her touch and arched her back again as she moaned into the busy nightclub, the tight spring releasing its energy.  Stefani’s legs shook, her breathing rapid as her orgasm shook her. So happy I could die And it’s alright.

#Lady GaGa Imagine #Lady GaGa #So Happy I Could Die #Imagine

[ikenbar]

Mr. Love: Ike’s Choice Pt 5

Warnings: new characters that are adorable and you may become attached to them so tread lightly, some dark thoughts but what more can you expect from Ike, and cliffhangers :D

(Chapter One parts one, two, three, four, five, six, and seven here :))

((Please read the author’s note on part one if you’re new here :D))

A HEADS UP! Everyone you will meet in this chapter are from my own imagination. There is a character that is mentioned but he hasn’t been introduced officially yet to the story so I’m not counting it. You don’t know his name, what he looks like, or what he is wearing. Therefore, he doesn’t count. But all of the rest of the characters are my own and aren’t in the game. (and so is Ike but I thought that was obvious.) They all are important to the story so pay attention ;P Enjoy!!

Chapter One:

Part Five:

I pulled my bike up to the sidewalk. As I pulled the keys from the ignition, I admired the house I grew up in. It was a small two story, brick house that looked as if it were on its last legs.  The walls had vines climbing up them. The roof was falling to pieces and there was a bundle of branches by the side of the house that needed to be disposed of but never have been. They were there the day I moved in and they were there the day I moved out. They are still there to this day. 

The house still had some redeeming qualities. There was a garden in the front that was full of vibrant fruits and vegetables for the whole neighborhood to take from. Flowers covered the once brown lawn and hedges hid the broken patio. It looked as if someone with bad acne was trying to use makeup. No matter how well they did with the application, you could see they were trying to cover up something. The house was shabby and slowly falling apart but it was the strongest I had ever seen it. That wasn’t because of the structure, but because of the people inside of it.

I walked up the stairs, avoiding the third step, and rapped on the front door. There was a stir from the inside. Voices could be faintly heard. Most of them were familiar to me.

“That’s Ike!! Ah you’re gonna love her. She is… she likes to…. You’re gonna love her!”

“Stop making her sound better than she is, Sam. She is emotionally distant and a jerk to the people at her office.”

“Now now, Ashton, don’t be mean. Ike may seem tough, but she really is a kindhearted person.”

“I can’t wait to meet her.”

I didn’t recognize that last voice. It was low and melodious. Almost alluring in a way… I knocked on the door again.

“Coming!!”

There were a few small footsteps. Then the door was thrust open.  I looked down and saw a short, fourteen-year-old, standing in front of me. Nothing about him was unique. He had brown hair, about eyebrow length, that was always swept lazily to the side. He wore a graphic t-shirt and bleached jeans. His eyes were the brightest color of brown you have ever seen and you would almost never see him without a smile. He was a rotten kid that always seemed to be getting into trouble with the teachers at school. He talked too much and can never pay attention to anything that was put in front of him. But he is the sweetest boy you would ever meet. He was the reason I got into Kiro. He broke my three years of silence. He is the reason I had a motorcycle. He was the reason I got up every morning. He was my foster brother, Sam. I wouldn’t dare tell him any of that though. His head is big enough as it is.

“Ike!” Sam jumped into my stomach and wrapped his arms around me, “Welcome home!”

“Hey, kiddo.” I pat his head gently, “How was school?”

“Great! I passed my English final!!”

“He only passed because the teacher gave the class a curve.” A monotone voice came from the other room.

“Shut it, Ashton!”

Ashton walked briskly into the room with his eyes glued to his phone. Ashton was Sam's twin brother. He had a baby blue polo on and tan pants that had been ironed perfectly. He matched the color of Sam’s hair and eyes except Ashton’s hair was exceptionally more well tamed. Though Ashton and Sam were twins, their personalities were complete opposites of each other.  Ashton was a lot more academically driven then Sam, being a straight A student and a wizard at chess. He wasn’t very well connected with his emotions like his brother was but he was still just as caring. Not to mention, he was a very talented artist and was always so eager to show me his new pictures.

“Hey, Ike." Ashton nodded at me, eyes still glued to his phone.

“Hey.” I said, walking into the house and shutting the door. “Where is everyone?”

“Dad is in the kitchen making dinner. Mom is in the dining room with the guest. Lola is in the living room and Sam should be watching her.”

“Shoot!” Sam said, finally pulling away from me and running to the room adjacent to the one we were in. Ashton finally looked up to watch him leave, giving him a disapproving glare as he did.

 Lola was Maria and Bart’s only biological daughter. Before having her, Maria had health problems that lead to plenty of miscarriages. Lola was the only one who lived past nine months. Just barely. Maria’s miscarriages are why they decided on fostering children. It’s a good thing too. I don’t know where I’d be without them. 

I leaned in to look in the room Sam ran into. The living room was small compared to the large couch that took up most of it. A small blanket sat in the middle of the floor as an even smaller human sat on top of it. Lola happily giggled with Sam as he made faces to entertain her. I felt the corners of my mouth twitch.

“Wait,” I asked, turning to look at Ashton as I removed my jacket and hung it on the coat hanger next to me. “Guest? Who do we have over?”

“Some scientist.” Ashton rolled his eyes, “His name is hard to pronounce. He says that he is friends with dad, but that’s hard to believe.” I arched my eyebrow. Another pass time of Ashton’s was his love for detective shows. Him and Maria would watch them together almost every Friday night. I used to join them until that sort of entertainment became too dull.

“How come?” I asked, prepared for the speech Ashton had no doubt prepared at head of time.

“Dad hasn't ever talked about him.” Ashton began, placing his fingers on his chin and looking down in thought, “He has never called or talked to us and I’ve been here for five and a half years. Why haven’t I heard about him?”

“You said he was a scientist, correct?”

“...Yeah.” Ashton looked up at me.

“Scientists are pretty busy. He probably had an five-year-long experiment and couldn’t call.” I shrugged. Ashton arched his eye brow, a trait he inherited from me. I rolled my eyes, “Do you like him?”

“... I don’t hate him.” He muttered.

“That’s a start.” I rubbed Ashton’s head. He scoffed and backed away from me, readjusting his hair, “So maybe this guy isn’t all that bad?”

"Nope. Not buying it." Ashton, looked back down at his phone, “He has to be up to something. No one is perfect and everyone has a secret. I just have to find out what it is...”

Before I could say any more, Ashton walked into the living room, lost in thought. I rolled my eyes and looked around the room I was in. It was as it always had been.  The room split into different parts of the house. To the right was the living room, straight ahead was the dining room, and to the left was a staircase leading upstairs to the bedrooms. The house was small and felt clustered with lifetimes of junk… my lifetime of junk… The carpet was red and looked as if it had been flattened by millions of feet. The walls were crowded with pictures of Maria and Bart with their past foster children. Most of which I had seen come and go, with Sam and Ashton being the ones who had stuck around the longest.

 I sighed as I looked at the pictures. Maria took pictures of their foster families before someone left to go back to their real families. I was in the last six of those pictures. Even though my time at that foster house had been great, my family never came for me. I had spent every last drop of my childhood in that house. I didn’t let it bother me at first. Memories of my biological father were blurry but there was one thing I remember quite clearly. His hands in mine as we stood in front of the foster care center. His brown eyes were set on mine as he promised to return for me. I remember the warmth that enclosed my heart as we hugged goodbye that day. I could almost still feel it today… but I couldn’t. My heart was frozen shut after the third foster home. I couldn’t let anyone in like I did with my father. Even then, my hope that he would come and find me was gone. If he had cared, he would have picked me up by now. He obviously didn’t care for me and that’s why I was still here… that’s why I was still broken.

I shook my head and walked into the living room. Ashton was sitting on the couch with his phone. The couch was pointed at the television which constantly had the news on. In the middle of the floor sat Sam and little baby, Lola, on a confusingly designed rug.

“Careful, kid.” I teased, “Your face might get stuck like that.” Sam gave me a mocking glare, which made Lola giggle even more.

“You would know, wouldn’t you?” Sam retorted. I raised an eyebrow.

“That’s right. Don’t make the same mistake I did.” I approached Sam as I said this and sat next to him. He turned Lola to look at me. She smiled and clapped her hands. I felt the corner of my mouth curl.

“Woah!” Sam laughed, “Careful! Your face could get stuck like that!” I rolled my eyes as I shoved him playfully. “Timber!” He screamed as he pulled Lola close to him and fell to his side. Lola screamed wildly, which caused Ashton to slide his headphones on. I shook my head slightly as a passive smile formed on my lips. My little idiots.

“Ike?” Someone called from the dining room. It was Maria. I dropped my smile and cleared my throat.

“Yup?” I called back casually, ignoring Sam’s chuckles from next to me.

“Come and talk to me!”

“Good luck.” Sam piped up as I stood up, “They might bore you to death with adult stuff.”

“Luckily when you become an adult, you become immune to that kind of thing.” I winked at Sam, who smiled brightly back at me. Straightening out my clothes, I walked into the dining room.

End of part Five :D

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#mlqc #mlqc fanfic #mlqc fanfiction #mlqc oc #mlqc oc fanfiction #your scientist is coming soon #the family is important for the lore #im having a ton of fun writing this #just having fun #lets be nice here #chapter one is coming to a close #chapter two is going to be one heck of a time #love yall #:D

[littlemeowmeowschimmy]

Fuck Away the Pain [Seokjin x Reader]

credit: littlemeowmeowschimmy

Requests opened // m.list

Genre: Smut 

Warnings: Oral (male / female) unprotected sex, degradation

Word Count: 2.3k 

Summary: “Fuck away the pain, erase him from your brain. Fake it like you love me come on baby touch me.” 

A/N: I’ve been trying to write this for weeks now. It’s just been off and on but I’m glad with how it turned out:) 

It was almost like your eyes were glued onto your screen. Your thumb was automatically moving through your timeline, trying to figure out something to do. It was a Saturday night, and all of your friends were out partying. Since you weren’t the party animal, you decided to stay in and milk a bottle of wine. Didn’t necessarily mean that you were drunk, it just said that you tried to keep yourself preoccupied. 

Your eyes scanned the messages at the bottom left corner and were surprised to see one. Scrunching your nose, you automatically opened it and began reading. Biting down on your lower lip, you impulsively texted back. Earlier in the week, you had sent in an anonymous ask to a blog you follow. Then, almost simultaneously, you got a response back from another person through that account. 

Now, they were asking to send a message to the page so you two could meet up. It landed you in the position you currently were reading his message. You instantly apologized for such a weird page as you usually use it for your “ungodly” obsessions. If you were honest, you were surprised something like this even happened to you. Considering that you had just gotten out of a pretty bad relationship, and weren’t looking to start a new one. Instead, you were looking just to get fucked and not have any strings attached. When you mentioned them swinging by, you almost gasped at their response. 

kseokjin: I’ll be there in twenty. Where’s your address? 

L/n y/n: I live in the bellows apartments. Building D, flat 15. 

kseokjin: see you soon. 

You were slightly surprised but the sudden interest. Well, surprised wouldn’t completely state your feelings. A little bit of nervousness, maybe even the slightest sense of being overwhelmed. You raked your fingers through your hair, setting your phone down in the process. Then, turning your head to the side, you decided to slowly move yourself up from your bed. If you had twenty minutes, it wouldn’t be enough time to properly do your makeup.

So instead, you took your hair out from your high bun, ruffled it, and then decided to change into something a little more comfortable. Not saying that your sweats and baggy clothes weren’t comfortable. It just wasn’t “eye appealing.” You tore off your loose shirt to put on a tight-fitting black shirt that opened at the breasts. Then, putting a white lacy pair of underwear and shorts on to compliment the outfit.

Looking at the time, you decided to clean up your room just a little. Since you had moved into your apartment not to long ago, it was looking just a little messy. With that being said, you decided to take out the trash and other trivial things. Then you organized the desk slightly and finished by putting on perfume. Looking down at your phone, you noticed that it was getting closer to when he was supposed to arrive.

You took a deep breath in and then out, moving yourself to lie down on your bed. When the familiar ding of your phone went off, you immediately snatched it. Unlocking it in a heartbeat to read his message and giggle at him. You moved out of the apartment, making sure the door was opened so you could get back in. Then, you walked out to the parking lot, looking for his car and spotting him pulling in.

You waved in his direction, and he nodded in yours. Since it was dark out, you couldn’t quite see his face. Although he had sent a picture over, it wasn’t excellent quality, so you were a little concerned about what you were getting yourself into. The lights to his truck went out, and he stepped out of his vehicle. That’s when you felt your heart stop and your cheeks flush.

Of course, he was just a little taller than you. Maybe even a few inches, or was it his shoes that were giving him height? His hair was bleached and dyed a light purple. What stood out to you the most was his plump lips and broad shoulders. His shirt complimented his shoulders, and his waist was complimented by his skinny black jeans.

“Hello,” he spoke, stuffing his keys into his pocket after locking his car. Then, he moves closer to you, and at that moment, you shook yourself out of whatever trance you were in. Reaching out, you grasped his hand when he went to shake it. Odd, considering that bowing was more formal than shaking one's hand. You shook your head at the trivial action and proceeded to move backward.

“Hey,” pausing then continuing. “My apartment is over here.” You directed heading around the building and towards your front door. “Sorry, it’s a little cramped.” You apologized, shutting the door and not even bothering to turn on the hallway light. The two of you moved up the stairs and around the corner.

Another quick apology and you were moving into your bedroom. Seokjin asked if it was okay to shut the door and you answered honestly. Then, you sat down on your bed, crossed your legs, and glanced down at your fingers. The bed shifted when he sat down beside you, one large hand moving to of set his weight, so he was sitting comfortably.

It went silent as you had never done something like this before. It amazed you how bold your actions were, considering that you were often shy when it came to the opposite sex. You could feel his gaze on you, and you wanted to start babbling about something. It was when he pulled you out of your thoughts; did you finally glance up in his direction.

“I just want to be very clear that I won’t do anything without your consent.” He answers, leaning forwards and locking eye contact with you. “If anything makes you uncomfortable at any time, please tell me.” He urges, reaching over to grasp your chin in his hand. You gave him a small smile, your cheeks burning with heat.

“You have my consent.” You answer watching his eyes glaze over for a second before squeezing your chin gently. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you up and onto his lap. Moving you so that you could become as comfortable as you possibly could. A deep red flush crept upon your cheeks as you turned your head just a little to the side. 

As you did so, you tried not to look at him and his actions. It was silent once again as it seemed like Seokjin was thinking about something, and as he did, he smoothed his fingers against your arm. He was still humming under his breath then proceeds to lower his head. His fingers grasp your chin again, lifting it up, so your eyes were on him. 

He leans in, closing the space in between you two and kisses. His lips were soft to the touch, and his grip was inviting. You kissed him a few times before pausing to lower your head. “Ah I’m sorry..” you whisper blushing just a little before he shakes his head. 

“You’re all good,” he answers, leaning in once again. This time, he presses his hand against your back as he lowers you onto the bed. You gripped his shoulders mostly because you didn’t want to fall. He pushes into the kiss further, one hand moving down to the base of your hips. Holding you there, then proceeding to slide down your shorts. 

When you break his kiss, your eyes went straight to his wandering hand and then back up to his eyes. There was nothing said between you two as he continued forward. Even kissing down your exposed neck, the fabric of your shirt and then to your exposed thighs. 

He bites the skin tenderly first, then harder. You gasp at the pain, reaching out to grip his hair. You arched your back upwards, eyes fluttering shut. Your heart was pounding, mostly for the fact that you had never done something like this before. You bit your lower lip, settling your back down to glance in between your thighs. 

When you caught Seokjin’s gaze, your breath hitched. His eyes were fixated on your face, his mouth attacking your folds already. Just his breath hitting against your most sensitive areas made you whine slightly. A sound that was so unrecognizable you didn’t consider it your own. He cocked an eyebrow in your direction, then smirked at the response he was given. 

Seokjin wraps his long arms around your waist, pulling you back against his mouth. He dives in, pressing his tongue in between your folds and bobbing his head up and down. You mewl at his actions, toes curling inwards as sparks of energy flowed up and down your system. Your fingers from earlier curled around his hair, pulling and tugging at the strands as he gave you head. 

“Oh fuck,” you curse, noticing how the tip of his tongue rolled your clit around like it was nothing. He pulls his head back quickly, only to flatten his tongue against his plump lips. You noticed how slick and covered he already was, making your cheeks flush a brighter pink than usual. 

In one swift movement, Seokjin slicks two digits and spreads your legs. He pushes them inside, curling them upwards. Another curse exits your lips while your hands move down to your sheets. You curl them inwards, your knuckles turning white by the tightness. Seokjin continues theses movements, only to lean inwards to bite at your skin. 

His movements were swift but hard. Leaving you drooling at the corners of your mouth as you felt his fingers stretch your walls. It had been weeks since you felt another’s touch. You only wanted more, god you even begged for it. Seokjin’s low chuckle brought you out of whatever thoughts you had because now you were locking eye contact with him. 

“I’ve barely touched you,” he murmurs leaning in, his nose pressing against yours. “And you’re already begging for me,” pausing so he could move his head to bite at your jawline. 

“I..I need it,” you begged your legs twitching at each and ever hard push inwards. You could tell Seokjin was drawing this out, despite starting not too long ago. He tilts his head just a little, observing you in this state of need. Tutting, he then shakes his head against your neck. 

Then a sharp pain enters while he bites down. He sucks the area, intending to leave a purple mark. You cry out, pushing back against his fingers, your nails digging further into your sheets. You wanted all of him, more than you had expected yourself to want. 

“I want you to fuck me..” you groan tilting your head against his. Seokjin pulls back abruptly, glaring down at you. 

“You haven’t sucked my cock yet,” he growls, pulling his fingers out to lick them clean. You gulped at the sudden change in his demeanor, watching as he swiftly takes his pants and boxers off. When his erection springs free, you swallow, once again not expecting him to be so...thick. 

He huffs in your direction, getting on his knees and waiting. You scramble to your own, inching forwards and taking him. Your lips wrapped around his shaft and almost instantaneously you bob your head. Taking all of him at once, catching Seokjin off guard. 

“God, you’re such a little whore.” he groans, grabbing a fist full of hair, his dark gaze still on you. With his free hand, he pulls it back and smacks your ass. You yelp against him, the vibration causing his dick to twitch against your throat. You stroke him, keeping the friction there so you could hopefully find some air after you pulled off. 

“You better suck me,” he demands to push his hips in so his tip could touch your lips. There wasn’t any hesitation in your movements. Once again, taking him to the back of your throat, then spitting on him. This continued for a little while, including him smacking your ass a few times. When you pulled off for the fourth time, Seokjin asks you to turn around. 

You do so, sticking your ass up and pushing back. He spreads your legs just a little, then places a hand on your upper back to arch you just a little before pushing himself in. You gasp, once again tearing at the sheets while he pounds you from behind. 

Your moans were louder than before, as well as more drool escaping. You were in pure heaven. Completely forgetting about your ex and how lousy of a partner he was. All you could focus on was Seokjin, his large hands, and grunts he made. He even wraps his arms around your waist so he could dig his feet into your bed. 

He uses his abdomen to push his dick further in. He grunts, a small grin spreading as he asks, “You like that, huh?” 

“O-Oh god yes..” you whine bitting down on your pillows. He slips his fingers in between your legs again, two of them rolling against your clit. Stimulating you further and further so you could get to the point of no return. You saw black splotches in your vision as he excites you. 

Seokjin knowing exactly how to trigger such responses from only knowing your body for not even twenty-four hours. You begged and pleaded with him, pushing back on his hips and also arching your back. This caused him to bite your shoulder blade, then pull himself out. He grabs your waist, flipping you over and pinning you on the bed. 

With one hand, Seokjin grabs your wrists and pulls them above your head. He even wraps your legs around his waist and pushes himself back in. Starting off where he left off, this time, not giving you the stimulation between your thighs. Making you squirm and whine for him further as this was his way of “punishing” you. 

Whatever pain you felt in your heart was gone. Seokjin was going to make sure you felt more than just “great.” 

#littlemeowmeowschimmy #bangtanarmynet #bts #bangtan #bts smut #bangtan smut #smut #reader insert #bts reader insert #kim seokjin #bts jin #bts x reader #kim seokjin x reader #bts kim seokjin x reader

[jawnjendes]

i’m not usually like this | shawn mendes

university au, shawn x goth gf

if theres anything you wanna see happen in this series, let me know!

masterlist | series playlist

It all started because he asked a simple question. “Do you ever wear anything that isn't black?”

I've heard this question many times in my life, from family members, to coworkers, to strangers in my classes. The context in which Shawn asked me, however, was different than normal; He was pulling off my sweatpants and noticed my dark underwear. I told him to shut up and proceeded to ride him into oblivion.

When I wasn't surrounding myself with a brick wall to keep me safe, when I was not being stone cold and expressionless, I was quite the sex fiend. I'll take it anytime, and just about anywhere. I mean, you already know the story of those three hours Shawn and I spent in my bedroom, knowing that my roommate was home. That's not even the worst of it. We've had sex in his car, my car, outside my car, my living room, his kitchen, a bar bathroom, and a stranger's dorm room.

Listen… Shawn Mendes is a man of many talents. If he wasn't my boyfriend, he would be a fuck buddy.

Anyway, he liked to tease me about my wardrobe choices just as much as he liked to praise me. Sometimes he would ask who I’m about to sacrifice to the dark lord, and other times he would thirst over my black skirt and tights. Even better, sometimes he put on his black floral shirt as an attempt to match my ensemble. But this story is about his teasing.

After going at it for an hour at his apartment (my thighs were incredibly fatigued and shaky), I had to get ready for work. It was easy to get out of Shawn's hold since he was so loose and sleepy. As soon as I was ready, I kissed him goodbye and left his apartment in spirits so high it was considered abnormal for me. How did I know it was abnormal? My manager kept pointing out how chipper I was as I answered phones and helped customers. When people notice, that’s when you know things are changing.

It wasn't until I stopped by Walmart after my shift did Shawn's words sink in. I do wear black all the goddamn time. My closet is 99% black t-shirts, button ups, pants, leggings, and even underwear! The 1% is when I'm slacking on doing my laundry, that's when I would wear white.

That's not to say I don't like other colors. I used to experiment with bleaching my hair and dying it blue or green. I was a sucker for neon eyeshadow, and I was an absolute slut for red lipstick. Things are fluid, nothing is ever set in stone.

I looked through some of the clothing racks, but it’s Walmart, so nothing really stood out to me. Then I found myself in the underwear department. I was trying not to laugh at myself in front of other shoppers, because this was mildly insane. Was I really considering buying Walmart lingerie to prove a point to my boyfriend? There were some decent options after all.

My eye caught a black, sheer nightgown with a matching g-string. I studied it for a minute before deciding that I had a lot of black lace already, and half of it wasn't even intimate apparel. The next set I noticed was a simple sheer bra and underwear, also black. Getting there, but it wasn't enough. There weren't any in my size, anyway. I dug through the racks until I spotted something girly.

The first thing that put me off was that it was pink… baby pink. It was another nightie, but it was made of sheer tulle instead of lace. There were little pink and red hearts all over the skimpy fabric, and it came with a lace thong. It was cute, but it was the least Me thing here. On any other day, I would not be caught dead wearing anything pastel.

That's exactly why I ended up taking it home.

I quickly raced back to my dorm, feeling like I had some dangerous weapon hiding in the bag I was carrying. I didn't stop to speak to anyone I knew, and I was very glad that Shawn wasn't currently on campus. However, he did text me asking me to spend the weekend at his place. It only added to the butterflies in my stomach.

“Stella!” I frantically called once I had shut myself in my room.

She came practically running, bursting through the door. “What happened? Who died? Oh - oh my god.”

I was facing the full body mirror that was leaning against the wall. I tried on the daring piece of lingerie, testing it out on whoever was willing to see me like this. Stella was the only person who had seen me in my underwear apart from my boyfriend. However, I still had the decency to cover my breasts with my hands because the nightgown showed a bit too much.

“You trying to seduce me, ‘cause it's working,” Stella teased, wiggling her perfectly sculpted eyebrows.

“Listen!” I turned to face her, trying to justify my outfit choice. “This was probably a stupid idea! It, it was an impulsive buy!”

“Dude, if he sees you in this, you're gonna end up pregnant.”

“Don't say that!” I looked down and twirled my body from side to side, watching the fabric swirl. I felt and looked a little too nervous.

“Seriously, you look hot. Just, y'know, maybe skip the heavy eyeliner and add more perfume. He'll link the scent to the time he had the best sex of his life.”

I chuckled and rolled my eyes. “I'll do the perfume thing, but I can't skip eyeliner. I need something to make up for all the pink I'm wearing.”

Stella nodded. “Yeah, that's another thing. I know this is something you wear when you wanna get dicked down, but you look so soft and adorable!”

“Shit, if you keep saying things like that I just might spend the night with you instead.”

~

It was night by the time I was at Shawn's apartment. He was in the middle of songwriting, and he wasn't alone. His friend, Teddy, was over. I guess she helped him write sometimes. The two of them were singing to themselves and throwing potential lyrics back and forth at each other. Teddy was frequently writing on a scrap of paper or typing on her laptop. Shawn was strumming his guitar, and sometimes he would glance at me and wink.

I sat silently on the couch and half listened to them brainstorm. I was glad I decided not to leave my Switch at home.

“You're so quiet, is something wrong?” Teddy pointed out. I don't know why I wasn't expecting it.

“Don't wanna bother the artists at work,” I said, keeping my eyes on my intense game of Smash Bros.

“She's like that,” Shawn told his friend. “She'll warm up eventually.”

“That makes me sound like an asshole,” I replied with a chuckle, and then I gasped as my character on screen got knocked out.

Still, I remained quiet as they continued their session. I stayed in the same spot on the couch, curled up and thoroughly entertained. Shawn insisted I sit closer though, considering that I was on the opposite end of the couch from him. He liked my company I suppose, even if I wasn't speaking.

Eventually, Teddy got her things together and left. She gave me a hug, said it was nice to meet me, and then gave Shawn a look that said “have fun you two.”

When we were finally alone, I went into Shawn's room, telling him I wanted to change into my pajamas. It was sort of true, I mean. I grabbed my overnight bag and dashed into the en suite bathroom. Normally, I would have started with taking off whatever makeup I had on, but I only had on some intimidating winged liner and mascara. I needed that tonight.

Fixing up my hair and spritzing on a ridiculous amount of perfume helped keep my nerves at bay. My stomach fluttered when I pulled out the frilly pink item of clothing. This just might be my demise.

Once I was dressed, I looked at my reflection in the mirror and placed my hands on my hips. A wise lady in a hospital drama said standing like a superhero helps increase confidence, so that's what I did. I tried to channel my inner dominatrix, despite the fact that I was probably very far from being just that.

“I'm a strong lady,” I whispered to myself, then I huffed out a breath.

I ruffled my hair one last time before going to the door. I had my hand on the knob, but I could hear the sounds outside this very room. I could hear Shawn's footsteps, I heard the bed creak as he sat down. I heard the sounds of his guitar.

My heart started to race. It was ready to beat out of my chest.

I don't know why the first thing I thought to do when I finally opened the door was to unattractively clear my throat. It's not like Shawn wouldn't notice if I quietly left the bathroom.

He looked up from his guitar, and it took a second for him to process what he was looking at. His eyes lit up, and his jaw went slack.

Awkwardly, I placed one hand on the doorway and the other on my hip. I didn't know what to do with my face, so I slapped on the mock composure. I looked at my boyfriend, unsure if I should say something or not.

“No way,” Shawn finally spoke, a grin forming on his face. He set down his guitar and moved so he was sitting at the foot of the bed. “Come here…”

His eyes were moving up and down my body as I timidly stepped towards him. The look on his face was full of surprise and wonder, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. I mean, I was in skimpy attire and none of it was dark. Anyone who knew me wouldn't believe it.

Shawn took my hands when I was close enough, and he shamelessly checked me out. His eyes stuck on my tits just long enough to raise the tension in the room.

I was still finding my voice. I was probably more flustered than he was.

“You're too cute,” he told me, finally looking at my face. “When did you get this?”

“Today,” I said softly. “I don't know, I looked for something black… this was all I could find in my size.”

“I'm really glad you went with this. You're so cute. The pink makes you look almost innocent. Turn around for me.”

A shy smile crept up on my face as I slowly spun around. I quickly came to realize that I was willing to do just about anything he wanted. Wow, and I thought I was going to have power tonight.

“So adorable,” Shawn mused when I was facing him again. “You're the cutest fucking thing ever, you know that?”

My roommate had said similar things, but it hit me different hearing it from my boyfriend. My face was probably redder than the hearts on this stupid nightie, and Shawn could probably see that.

“I don't wanna be cute,” I mumbled, looking down at our hands. “I wanna be sexy.”

“Trust me, you're very sexy. I, I don't even know what to do. That's why I keep talking. God, you're so pretty.” His hand went up and stroked my cheek.

Stop fucking talking and just take me already!

The only way I could express that was by bringing Shawn's hands to my waist, giving him permission to touch me wherever the fuck he wanted. His breathing picked up a little more as he ran his hands down to my lower hips, reaching around to grab my ass.

I delicately placed my hands on his shoulders, and he leaned in to kiss my collarbones. He kept mumbling about how pretty I was, and it made me feel some kinda way. I could feel just how hot his body was getting being so close to mine, it made me even hotter. His hands moved up to my stomach, moving under the nightie, and running along my skin. My body felt so alive and ablaze.

“Your heart's going fast,” he pointed out, placing a hand on my chest. “You nervous?”

I nodded. “More than I'd like to admit.”

He smiled warmly, and then showed me his hands. Seeing them tremble gave me some kind of relief and an ounce of confidence. I made him feel like that. He was turned on because of me.

Shawn stopped me when I grabbed the ends of my nightie to take it off. “No. Leave it on.”

“Really?” I asked. “Won’t it be in the way or something?”

He shook his head, looking up at me with something like desperation in his eyes.  “I… wanna do unspeakable things to you in this thing. We're leaving it on. Now get your ass on the bed.”

I would have fainted if he hadn't given me an order.

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes smut #shawn x goth gf #if this gets a lot of notes im gonna yell #but i also wont be surprised lmfao #MAYBE there will be a part 2 idk yet #i know what will happen i just dont know if ill write it

[turtle0verl0rd]

The Paint On Our Skin

Soulmate AU where whatever your soulmate writes on their skin appears on your skin. This applies to makeup, marker, paint, nail polish and I’m also throwing dye into the mix

In this fanfic I follow the headcanon that both Walker and Andi are pansexual, Amber is lesbian, Buffy and Marty are asexual, Jonah is bisexual, and Tyrus is canon king, and bexie ofc. Ambi crush. Gonah and Jandi if you squint hard.

@wandiarts I hope you like it! Happy belated birthday!

Andi had always adored her soulmate, although she didn't truly know them. Ever since a very young age, her soulmate doodled the most fascinating little drawings all up her arm, which made Andi return the favor happily; although Andi always was more of a craft kind of girl. Some doodles faded while others stayed forever, which Andi comprehended her soulmate must have gotten some of them turned into more permanent tattoos, to the utter horror of her grandmother. 

Andi didn't bother with the gender of her soulmate. Everything her soulmate did would give off an aura of intriguing, yet inexplicit, mystery. Her soulmate's doodles were never really gender-specific in any way, however, the presence of makeup across her face and the day her bangs were bleached expressed definite feminity. It made sense to them since Andi always admired their friend Amber in the way that surpassed the lines of platonic feelings, which lasted all the way up until Amber had left for college, where she then found her own soulmate. But if they turned out to be a boy, Andi wouldn't mind either, as she had a fair share of boys she liked too. Boy, girl, something out of the binary, none of it mattered to her. She didn't care who's arms she drew security in, as long as her heart found contentment in them.

"Thinking of your soulmate again Andiman?" Speaking of boys, there was her friend Jonah who smiled at her before sitting down with the company of their other friends: Gus, Cyrus, TJ, Buffy, and Marty. 

"Maybe a little," Andi said sheepishly. "I mean, you all found yours already, why can't I too?"

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find them soon." Cyrus beamed, holding her hand across the table comfortingly with his free hand, the other locked with TJ's. Cyrus had discovered his soulmate back in middle school when he wrote a reminder on his hand to pick up his order from the bakery and his soulmate met him there. Everybody was ecstatic for the two of them, although Buffy was hesitant at first regarding her teammate and her best friend being soulmates considering she and TJ had such a colorful history. But that was the past and they had since then mended their conflicts; with help of Cyrus' not-so-subtle meddling of course. 

"I mean at least you have a significant other." Buffy quirked an eyebrow with a laugh.

"Hey. You love me and you know it, 11.5." Marty cheered as he nudged Buffy's side.

Now Buffy was a rare case. She did indeed have a soulmate, but not in the typical sense. The doodles on her arm all showed up in gold, which she quickly decided was strange and after doing research discovered she was wound in a situation where her soulmate was drawn to her in a purely platonic sense. At first, she was distraught she would never experience love as Cyrus and Andi would, but she couldn't be any happier with Marty. So what if it wasn't romantic attraction, they loved each other just as strong.

"What got you thinking about your soulmate?" TJ questioned with a furrowing of his eyebrows.

"Well, I mean you guys aren't entirely helping the cause," Andi scoffed playfully with a head tilt to how TJ and Cyrus were cuddled up to each other closely. "They made more drawings today. Usually, that makes me happy but today it just made me miss them in some weird sense." Andi felt a pang in her chest. "Guys, am I going to be okay?" She said in a small voice of worry.

The group wore sympathetic smiles as they nodded, Jonah pulling her into a small side hug beside her. Her almond eyes watery as she wore a sad smile in response.

"You may be weird, but you're no different from any other teen our age, Andi." Buffy smiled at her.

"There's nothing wrong with you, absolutely nothing." Cyrus encouraged, squeezing her hand in assurance.

"Can I see it?" Gus shyly asked with care.

Andi wordlessly pulled up her sleeve to reveal a multitude of swirling colors up her arm. The tips of the swirls resembled miniature hearts. The group exhaled in awe as they gently traced the design with their fingertips.

"Okay, that's really nice." Marty chuckled.

"It's beautiful." Buffy breathed.

"They really are an artist," Jonah affirmed.

"Are you going to draw something back again?" Cyrus asked, not taking his eyes from the painted design.

"I want to, but I'm not sure what. I want it to be special this time." Andi admitted.

Cyrus squealed immediately in response. "Do I sense romance in the air?"

"This isn't a Hallmark movie, Underdog." TJ teased fondly. "But that does kinda give me an idea."

"Oh, that's dangerous," Buffy smirked.

"I'm serious, Driscoll." TJ rolled his eyes. "What if we used the art to communicate?"

Andi beamed at the idea, but then immediately inflated. "How did I not think of that? That's really good, TJ."

TJ smirked cockily. "Well, I mean- look at me."

"I don't get it." Jonah cocked his head in question, which made everyone burst into laughter.

"Good one man." Marty gave Jonah a thumbs up, making Jonah scratch his head.

Later that evening, the trio Cyrus had dubbed the 'Good Hair Crew' laid head to head illuminated by the fairy lights string above them. They were still attempting to brainstorm art ideas which would allow Andi to better know her soulmate. It wasn't the scarcity of ideas that delayed the ordeal, but instead Andi's ability to shoot them down.

"What if you drew two swans in the shape of a heart?" Cyrus proposed.

"Too cheesy." Andi scrunched up her nose.

"How about a Cherry Blossom Tree?" Buffy recommended.

"Too basic." Andi shook her head.

"Is your name with a hearted 'i' out of the question?" Cyrus considered.

Andi hummed. "Too simple."

"Okay, what about you as a cartoon, maybe holding a heart?" Buffy suggested.

"Too hard." Andi sighed.

"Are you sure it has to involve a heart?" Cyrus verified.

Andi groaned as she sat up. "I already told you, it's an unspoken rule the last doodle has to resemble the next."

"Sorry." Cyrus shrunk back into himself as he sat up, the curly hair girl beside him following suit. "We might have to reschedule this affair, if I don't get back soon, Sharon might think I was kidnapped and sent off to China."

"Sayonara, Cyrus," Buffy smirked as she made way for him to pass through the small shack. Although Andi quickly took into account Cyrus' clumsiness and the number of paintbrushes on the floor.

"Wait, Cy-"

It was too late. Cyrus had already stepped directly onto a paintbrush and slipped right into a desk of open paint, splattering paint directly onto the three of them. In most situations, Andi would be upset, but one glance at her friends and they were all bursting into infectious laughter, which somehow evolved into a breakout of a huge paint fight.

By the end of it, the trio was sprawled out, covered head-to-toe in tides of paint and laughing breathlessly in between worn out pants for air.

"We look like walking abstract art." Buffy pointed out in laughter.

"I kinda like it. You know what? I'm not washing it off just yet. TJ's gonna hate me." Cyrus giggled, knowing full well he could pour soup into the boy's lap and he would probably apologize to Cyrus.

"Me neither, Marty can deal with being bootleg C-3PO for awhile."

"Then it's settled." Andi grinned.

Andi had lain on her back, forming constellations in the popcorn on her bedroom ceiling in the dark as she tried to drift off to sleep. It hadn't been too late, but waiting for the paint to dry sure did kill some precious sleeping time. It was at this time Andi noticed cursive on her stomach in a pleasant yellow sharpie, the only place desirable place not covered in paint:

Next time you start a paint war, invite me :) -W

Andi audibly gasped as she reached for the nearest sharpie, a nice shade of Persian blue. Andi giggled as she wrote back on her stomach.

Shadyside Park. Tomorrow at high noon. Be there. -A

She went to cap the marker when a reply from her soulmate came moderately quickly.

I hope you're not kidding because I'm not when I say I will be there -W

Andi squealed as she traced the sentence over and over again. Overwhelmed with glee, she ran to her parents' room.

"MOM! DAD! LOOK!" Andi cheered, lifting her pajama shirt slightly with a radiant smile.

"Oh, Andi! This is amazing!" Her mother, Bex, praised as she read the inscriptions. "I'm so happy for you."

Bowie scratched his head as he asked the question they were all wondering themselves. "’W?’ What could that mean?"

"Bowie, It's probably the kid's name," Bex smirked fondly.

"Or maybe... it means something else."

"I doubt that." 

"If it helps any, I don't think I ever would have written them if Cyrus didn't spill my paints everywhere." Andi wondered aloud. Everyone glanced at each other with a glimmer in their eyes.

"The universe!" They all cheered in unison, pulled each other into a laughter-filled hug.

Andi stood in the park that following afternoon. She was starting to wonder if coming to the park in the middle of a school day was the best idea, but nonetheless there she stood, drumming her nervous nails against her side. Her soulmate had the same thought of painting their nails the color of Andi's sharpie color, so her right hand was mustard yellow while her left was the Persian blue she drew in.

Cyrus and Buffy were through the roof when Andi told them about how she and her soulmate were going to have their First Moment together, and as much as they were disappointed they couldn't be there for it, they understood how momentous this was. A First Moment was special. A First Moment was something you told your children. A First Moment was a memory you treasured in your heart up until the day you died. Andi heard her parent's own First Moment so many times she could probably relay the story in her sleep.

Andi looked up from her nails to lock eyes with a young boy standing a bit of distance away. She gasped as she noticed his bleached hair, just like hers, and the flood of painted color all across his skin. It was him, it was her soulmate.

Andi's eyes furiously searched to memorize every last stroke of color in the boy's eyes, brown suddenly never being the same, every shade suddenly bringing her a raw sense of belonging, like a home she felt she always knew.

"Hi." She breathed, her lungs feeling as if they were falling from her body.

"Hey." The boy responded, drawing closer to her. "I'm Walker."

"Andi." She blinked, delicately shaking his hand in greeting as electricity sounded through her fingertips, needing to be closer to him. 

He stepped closer to her and her eyes fluttered as she felt his warm, tingling breathes, although it could have easily been the growing blush upon her cheeks. And then, she felt a streak of wet and cold on her cheek. 

She gaped as she saw Walker's amused smile before her, paintbrush in hand and a dash of lime green on his cheek, right where she felt the sensation. She quickly grabbed her own brush with a giggle. "I thought we were having a moment there!"

"Who said we weren't?" Walker countered as he leaned back to try and dodge Andi's attack of color.

"You're not wrong." Andi nodded as they continued to dance around each other and laugh as they spread color onto each other. 

At one point as Andi tried to run away from Walker after an especially devastating streak of violet down his nose, her foot hooked around Walker's causing her to lose her footing and sink towards the grass. Instinctively, Walker reached out to scoop an arm around the valley of her back and pull her closer to him. "I got you, you're safe."

"I know." Andi melted, feeling like the entire world faded away as she looked up at Walker's face framed by the low sunlight. Every minuscule freckle and scar like the starry night sky and a halo of light around Walker's long eyelashes. 

Andi pushed herself closer to Walker, rubbing her nose against his and wrapping her arms around his sturdy neck as she pressed her lips to his. 

Walker reached out with his other hand to cup the side of her jaw as he kissed her back with tenderness, yet security. Andi wanted to describe the feeling but the only words she could draw was finally.

Andi smiled against Walkers lips as she felt her heart soar within it's home in her chest, for it knew the joyous news that her soul had found the one she loves, and will forever continue to love. By every new breath in her lungs, she fully understood this would be the love that lasted a lifetime. By just the feeling of Walker's hair within her fingertips, she securely knew her love for him would extend even after the day the sun died out and it would illuminate the heavens across all of space; just like a star after years of its perishing. The feeling of the paint on their skin stood as a constant reminder of that day and the long-awaited eternity she could have only seen before in her wildest of dreams. 

#wandi #andi mack #walker brodsky #tyrus #muffy #my writing

[maybegrammy]

Average| Chapter 2

Summary: Mediocrity is the goal…maybe.

Pairing: Female OC x ???

Word Count: 1311

Warnings: the flu? lol i don’t think this chapter has anything warning worthy

Another day, another sale.

But not today.

It seems that the flu you wished for days ago finally decided to make an appearance. Your stomach had been hurting the day before which cause a lack of sleep at night. Finally, at 4 in the morning, you were head first in the toilet with a raging headache.

Unfortunately for you, the headache didn’t want to go away. You tried your best to search for some saltines and advil, only to run to the bathroom to be sick for the second time in an hour. After brushing your teeth, again, you came to the conclusion that if you wanted any kind of oral aid, then you would have to go to the store.

What a cruel world, you though sighing.

I have to go to work even when my guts are spilling out of my mouth.

Grabbing your purse and shoes, you move toward the door hoping that if you’re fast enough, then maybe you can go through the whole trip without puking on yourself.

***

Racing through the automated doors, you enter the store you knew all too well. You did your best to be quick, trying to avoid an encounter with your supervisor. She was not happy to wake up to you calling out first thing in the morning.

Knowing where everything was made the ordeal a lot easier and you were able to maneuver around the aisles with great speed. Within 10 minutes of walking into the store, you were waiting in line ready to pay for your things.

“Hello stranger.”

Namjoon’s deep voice sent shivers down your spine, or was that the AC? You almost didn’t want to look up, knowing how awful a sight you were at the moment, but you did anyway, eyes squinting at the harsh light.

Once your face was fully up, you notice Namjoon’s once smiling face turn to one of slight worry.

“Hi,” you managed to whisper, giving a small smile in greeting.  

“I heard that you called out,” he said although it sounded more like a question.

“Um yeah I did but it seems my pain tolerance didn’t get the memo,” glancing down at the advil on the counter.

He shook his head as he scanned the two items. “I’m sorry man, I wish there was something I could do.”

Trying to ignore the use of the word ‘man’ toward you, you tried to tell him not to worry about anything when he started to speak again.

“You know what, if you’re feeling better...here’s a ticket for a music show this Friday,” he offered, slowly grabbing a ticket from his pocket. You grabbed it with a confused look on your face.

“Thank you? You just...had this lying around?”

“Oh! Well I was actually supposed to sell it but I thought it might make you feel better. Gives you something to look forward to.”

With a small smile on your face, you looked at the ticket and then back at him. He watched on with a hopeful look on his face. A sudden burst of confidence had you asking ,” Am I supposed to go by myself?”

A flustered feeling overtook your body as soon as the words left your mouth. Heart beating incredibly fast and eyes slightly wide, you watched as Namjoon covered his chuckling with a slight cough.

“Ha, I’ll actually be there as well. Trust me, you won’t be able to miss me.”

Nodding, you grabbed your bag and thanked him again, sincerely this time, for the ticket.  

“I guess I’ll see you there,” you say walking out, failing to notice the blue haired man walking past you.

Yoongi watched as you walked out looking slightly dazed. He then turned to find his long-time friend with a content look on his face.

“So,” Yoongi raised his eyebrows curiously,”is she coming to the show?” The wide smile on Namjoon’s face told him everything he needed to know. The newfound knowledge brought his own lips to curve slightly, basking quietly in his friend’s infectious happiness.

***

The week passed by at a snail’s pace but luckily it was enough time to recover from your poorly timed illness. You were even able to show up for your shifts on Thursday and Friday.

Friday.

You thanked the universe for blessing you with an early shift. You spent most of it contemplating what to wear to the concert Namjoon invited you to and as soon as your break was over, you rushed home to get ready.

After spending a good thirty minutes showering, shaving, and trying to brush your hair, you take a good hour coming up with ideas for an outfit. By the time you actually decided on something, your room had become a wasteland of clothes. You tsked lightly at yourself for making a mess that you would no doubt live in for a couple of days before cleaning.

Deciding to think about your poor cleaning skills later, you walked over to your bathroom mirror to evaluate your outfit. You wore a black tank top with a long black jacket over it. Turning to the side you look at your jeans noting that there was a small bleach stain by your hip. To complete your look, you wore white sneakers.

For comfort, you thought. You had no idea what kind of music would be playing and so decided that the safest option was a casual but slightly dressy look.

Hm...makeup?

Not being the best at applying makeup, you decided to do something light. A dab of concealer here and a flick of mascara there. The look finished with your favorite tinted strawberry chapstick.

One more look at your reflection left you satisfied and you pulled your phone out of your pocket to check the time.

7:30 p.m.

“You got this,” you told yourself as you walked to the little club listed on you ticket, having decided earlier to forgo your car.

As you reached the club you notice a small line at the door. You only had to wait 5 minutes before handing you ticket to the bouncer and receiving a hand stamp in return.

It was dark inside, the only lights directed toward a slightly raised stage at the back of the room. Speakers were booming with the voice of a rapper you didn’t know the name of as people were jumping along to the rhythm.

Your heart began to race a little because of the energy of the crowded club and you began to search for Namjoon. After 10 minutes you took a break from your quest to grab some water at the bar. The heat from all bodies beginning to get to you as you take off your jacket. Your plan to hydrate was interrupted by a familiar blonde man with an angelic smile.

“Jimin!”

He turned his head, still laughing at whatever his friend was telling him. He continues to smile as he greets you, pulling you into a tight hug. His hug spread warmth throughout your body adding to your need for water but you returned his public display of affection just as fiercely.

“What are you doing here?”

“Namjoon invited me,” you both asked and answered at the same time. You deflated slightly. Under the impression that you were the only one Namjoon had asked, you held back a wince at Jimin’s answer.

Trying to hide your slight embarrassment, you asked,” So, where is the man of the hour?” Jimin simply pointed behind you and you watched as the rapper from earlier ran off stage. Replacing him was Kim Namjoon.

Mouth slightly parted in awe as you realized what was happening, the words ‘you won’t be able to miss me’ rang through your head. You barely noticed Jimin coming up behind you until he whispered in your ear.

“Are you ready to meet RM?”

***

Notes: chapter 2 done! i tried to make it longer and i succeeded but not by much lol. i feel like the story is a little...boring right now but im still gettin in the hang of writing again and i hope future chapters will become more interesting as time goes on. please feel free to comment what you like and what you didn’t like or any suggestions you might have! thank you for reading and i hope you stay long enough to actually see this story become good lol

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Toll-Free, by Rudrapriya Rathore

fiction by Rudrapriya Rathore | runner-up for the 2016 Blodwyn Memorial Prize in fiction, sponsored by Book*Hug

Near the end of the year, the toll-free number flashes across my phone three, five, seven times a day. There’s an odd rhythm about it that orders everything I do. A buzz on the morning subway ride where the train surfaces long enough to get phone signal, like a metallic dolphin mid-leap. A buzz during my lunch break while I eat my cucumber-cheese sandwich at the receptionist’s desk. A buzz when I walk to the grocery store in the evening, or if it’s Friday, to the Owl to get a drink with Phil. And when I get home after dark, two or three more while I watch TV in bed, the phone lighting up my covers with its bluish glow.

I never pick it up.

“Why not?” asks Phil, sucking down his weekly dose of pub fries while they’re still hot.

“Why should I? It’s just a telemarketer.”

“You don’t know that.” We’re more than a year deep into Owl Fridays and the waitresses know us so well they give us the same window table every time. Phil likes the curvy girl with the ponytail, though he’d never admit it, and gives his usual order trying not to look at her chest.

“Who else would call me this many times? It’s a machine, I bet. Not even a real telemarketer.”

“What if it’s your bank?” He licks the salt off his fingers.

“It’s not my bank. My bank emails me.”

“It could be your insurance company, or your internet.” He glugs his beer. “What if it’s the government or something? CSIS?” We look at each other for a moment, thinking it through. Then he snorts into his pint and I laugh because he’s dripping on his shirt collar.

“Alright, I get it. I’m too boring for CSIS.”

“That’s true. You haven’t even had two beers in a row since college.” Phil wipes his face. He likes this. If I play along for long enough, he slips his arm around me on the walk back to the subway station. Once in a long while, he comes home with me. We have sex for half an hour and then he calls a cab, waving as it pulls up to the curb.

This began when I got the job at the reception desk. Phil’s a manager in the office, I think, or an agent. A buyer. A seller. They’re all something like that, the ten or twenty men and women that pass by me every day on their way to the coffee machine. They look the same: blandly content, middle class. They say the same things on a weekly rotation. Hump Day! Happy Friday! Nearly the weekend now! Ah, Mondays! Sometimes I play a game where I try and beat them to it. “Almost Friday!” I say as Marie turns the corner, her glossy pink lips just opening up to greet me. She pauses. I think I see a flash of irritation move across her face—or maybe it’s just a ripple in the sea of foundation-powder blush. “That’s right!” she replies, heels clicking by.

“If I’m boring, what are your colleagues?” I ask Phil.

He shakes his head and gets up to pay. “You should pick up the call. See who it is.”

The phone buzzes two more times that night, and each time, as I lay there in my pajamas watching TV, I look over hoping it’s Phil. CSIS agent here, Ma’am. We’re concerned about the dullness of your daily routine. He might say that, if he called. That sounds like him.

I think of calling him, but I can’t make myself do it, can’t imagine what I would say. That kind of spontaneity belongs to a different kind of person. Those people regularly surprise themselves with what they come up with. They find a new version of themselves in every phone call, while I agonize over how to sign off in work emails. Sometimes I sent documents I needed for the next day in emails to myself. I watched them leave and then land in my inbox, a virtual boomerang. Each one pinged, Look! It’s you!

But the toll-free calls were different. I liked knowing that someone or something had logged my number. There was an entity on the other end of the line, and it wanted something from me.

I roll over and turn off the TV show. It’s almost eleven o’clock. If I did call Phil, he might not answer. That would be the best scenario, I think, if he sat in the dark, too, watching the phone buzz, liking the feeling of being wanted.

***

Either the next day or the next week, I get a voicemail. I stare at it with my eyebrows furrowed over my cucumber sandwich before opening it. I almost want to walk to Phil’s office so we can listen to it together, but I don’t. It’s been so long since I listened to a voicemail that it takes me five tries to remember my password, and when I finally get it right, the perky automated voice sounds a lot like Marie. I listen hard, but the message is just silence. Not dead air, exactly, but a kind of quiet hum. When I listen the second time I think I can hear a slight shuffle. Clothes, maybe, rustling against each other.

I tell Phil later, when he walks by to get coffee, and he says, “That’s weird.”

“I know.”

“Pick it up! Next time. I’m telling you.” He raises his eyebrows for emphasis.

That day I get home and tip over the potted plant on my windowsill while doing dishes. It spills fresh, black soil into the clean dishes on the counter, so I have to wash them all over again. Afterwards, I fix the plant and realize the windowsill’s dirty, so I clean that too, and it gets me on a roll, scrubbing the counters and the floors and the walls of the kitchen, where dirt has been secretly accumulating without my noticing. The top of the fridge where I keep the cereal boxes. The crack of space between the stove unit and the cupboards. I clean until my knees hurt and my nostrils burn from the soap and bleach, and then I listen to the silent message saved on my phone again, this time with earphones, so I can turn it all the way up. The shuffle is still there, hiding under a hum. Something human that does not speak.

It starts happening all the time. My voice mailbox fills up every two days, the mechanical-Marie alerting me loudly every time I punch in my password. The messages are always nearly silent, but one in every ten or so sounds slightly different. There’s a muted, tinny beeping through one of them. A sound that could be breathing, if you listen a certain way. A buzz like an air conditioner.

One night, I make a spreadsheet so I know how often the noises happen and colour-code it according to the time of day. I type the number into a search engine, but nothing comes up. I even search company directories online, trying to trace it to a corporation. Another night, I dream that something is watching me through the small camera lens on my phone, so I stick a little piece of green tape over it when I wake up.

Phil passes by my desk three or four times a day and we exchange nods. Friday at the Owl, he leaves early, after only one drink, so I go home and scroll through the spreadsheet, waiting for the phone to ring so I can make another entry. According to the numbers, I’ve been receiving more calls since that first voice message. It’s no longer three, five, seven times a day but thirteen, fifteen, seventeen. I cross-reference columns, trying to find a pattern, but there’s nothing there except for the fact that I never get the good voicemails, the human ones, more than once or twice a day.

It should be scary. I know this. It should make me feel anxious, like I’m under surveillance. But it makes work bearable, to have that phone constantly buzzing in my pocket where no one else can hear it. I suddenly like seeing Marie, because she doesn’t know that she sounds like the automated voicemail lady who greets me so fondly, and I wonder in my daydreams at the desk if Phil is actually the one making the calls, because maybe he doesn’t know how else to tell me he loves me.

My mother calls. I hear another call go through while she tells me about her new yoga class, and my hands shiver a little while I think about the new voicemail. She asks me if I’m dating anyone, and it slips out of my mouth: Yes, I am—actually, he’s here, I have to go. But of course she asks who, and I tell her, A man in my office, we get along great, it’s been a couple of months now.

“Well, well,” she says in a tone of voice that suggests she finds this difficult to believe, “What’s his name?”

Another call starts on the other line and my palms grow clammy. “Phi-Patrick.”

“What?” I resist the urge to hang up on her.

“Patrick,” I repeat. Maybe the voicemails have sharpened my ears somehow, because I can hear something that sounds just like if she was sucking on a cigarette. She hasn’t smoked since before I was born, though, and I refuse to ask her.

“It sounds like things are really looking up for you, darling. I couldn’t be happier. Just a little while ago you were telling me how bored you were, and terrified of never getting married. Is this Patrick—I mean, is he serious about you?”

My hand lowers the phone from my ear. There’s a translucent smear of sweat and beige makeup on the screen. Feeling as though my face is breaking down and sliding off me in wet little puddles, I half-cover the bottom half of the phone and call out to my empty kitchen, Patrick, hon, are you serious about me? and giggle.

“He says he’s not quite sure yet,” I say to her, laughing.

She laughs too. I hang up and wash my face.

***

I love it when Phil is nervous. This I realize at James’s retirement party, which I attend in a blue dress that makes my legs look longer than they really are. A big frosted cake has been ordered from the bakery in honour of James, his name piped over it in green and yellow, and a card that says, Now Real Life Can Begin! has been signed by everyone regardless of whether they spoke to James or not.

Phil gives a speech. It’s not clear to me why he is the one giving the speech instead of one of James’s friends. Maybe he is a bigger manager or agent or buyer or seller than I thought. He hands out glasses of champagne in the lunchroom and then takes a few index cards out of his pocket. He reads off them a few things about how lucky we have all been to benefit from the great attitude James brought into the office, and makes a joke about how some people think not working means being less tired, but others think it means being re-tired, tired again. Then he begins to talk about how much we’ll miss him. He must have copied the cards out wrong, because he reads the same one twice. He knows, too, but is too embarrassed to stop, and remains blotchy for minutes after everyone has toasted James and begun to chat again.

I watch from across the room, near the doorway, and he catches my eye and smiles. I gesture to him with my glass and point out the door, trying to ask if he wants to grab a drink later, but he shrugs and begins talking to someone.

Later on, at home, I watch the phone ring. For reassurance, I print off a copy of the spreadsheet, all eighty pages of it, and lay on my impeccably clean bedroom floor listening to the hum of the printer. I remember my favourite voicemails—the breathing, the definitely human shuffle. There will be someone, I tell myself, who can explain this to me. I smooth my hair and tuck it behind my ears before beginning to read over the notes on the spreadsheet again.

[theofficialcunt]

Adore & Bianca spend their first Christmas together at Bianca's house (with Sammy and Dede of course) [ idc if it's nowhere near December, I love Christmas lol so pleeeease do this Prompt 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻]

It’s fucking August but if y’all want a christmas fic, I’m gonna give you one! ❄️☃️🎄🎅🏼 (I may or may not already be planning a christmas playlist for christmas morning 😂) Just a shit ton of fluff. I mention a fur coat in here, I don’t personally wear fur (and I don’t believe BDR does either, but the plot called for it as a certain celebrity used to wear it) so I just want to clear that up before we go on. Merry Christmas! 🤣 Enjoy! 

“Ugh, do we HAVE to spend Christmas in New York, B?” Danny groaned as he drug him through LAX.

Contrary to popular belief, Danny absolutely dreaded christmas. Every year as a child, his dad would refuse to get him what he wanted - a doll or makeup usually - which would eventually end up in him and Bonnie getting into a fight. Boys can’t wear makeup, he would say. Boy if he saw him now, he would be shocked - his son an androgynous vision in flannel.

Every year since he had passed, his mom would try her best to make it up to him. But it never worked. She would get so stressed out that she would project her frustrations onto Danny, and when Danny turned 16 - they stopped celebrating it all together. Sure, they would exchange the obligatory merry christmas text message but they never pressured themselves to do anything more.

Roy however, was hell bent on celebrating christmas.

“You haven’t experienced Christmas until you’ve experienced it in New York.” Roy chimed happily.

Roy loved Christmas. He loved giving his family gifts and watching their eyes light up. He spoiled his mom every year by sending her 100 red roses, a maid to clean her house for a week, and a diamond necklace. He gave Lola an American Girl doll with custom made doll clothes, as well as all of the clothes you could possibly buy for it. She had screamed when she opened up her gift, and never forgot the sweet gesture since.

But this year was different. It was even better because this year, he gets to spoil Danny and for once they aren’t on tour - or on opposite sides of the country.

“I’ve spent christmas in many places around the world at this point Roy, I don’t think it’ll be that much different.” Danny scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Leave the scrooging to the professional. Negative Nancy.” Roy teased.

“Maybe I’m a pessimist.” Danny said, the corners of his lips curling up.

Roy smiled at the subtle reference.

“Danny, I promise this year Christmas will be good. Just give me a chance.” Roy pleaded.

It was really important to him, Danny thought. It obviously meant a lot to him, so for his benefit he decided he’d do his best to go into tomorrow’s small celebration with an open mind.

“Okay.” Danny finally agreed.

————————

“We’re going to make a stop before we go to the apartment. Is that okay?” Roy asked as they sat in the back of the Lyft.

They had arrived to New York very late, it was 11:30 at night and Danny was exhausted from the day of traveling. He nodded his head sleepily as he rested it against the car window.

He must have dozed off for a little bit, because soon he heard the car door shut softly and then heard Roy unloading the trunk of the car. He then opened the door for him, feeling the biting cold of New York for the first time.

“Ah, it’s cold,” Danny whined, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he stepped out of the car. “Why did we stop?”

“Look.” Roy smiled excitedly, his eyes bright. He was like a little kid in the candy store, pacing impatiently for Danny to see what he was gesturing to.

“Wha- Oh.” Danny stopped breathless, staring in awe.

Out of all of the times he had been in New York City, not one time had Danny actually stopped to look at the Rockefeller Christmas Tree. Of course he had seen it in all of the iconic christmas movies over the years, but never once in person. He was speechless.

It was so much bigger in person, and it emitted a heavenly ivory glow from all of the lights. The star at the top was brighter than he imagined it as well.

It was truly magical.

“Do you like it?” Roy murmured, holding his hand in one hand and their suitcases in the other.

“I- I love it.” Danny stammered, huddling closer to him. He felt like he was in one of those cheesy hallmark christmas movies, it was just too perfect.

And then the snow began to fall.

And it would’ve been perfect, just like the movies in fact- if Danny wasn’t dressed in ripped jeans and a black tank top.

“You’re going to turn into an icicle out here.” Roy said concerned. “Come on, let’s go home.”

Danny smiled and let Roy hold him as he ordered another Lyft for them. As they waited, Danny couldn’t help but worry that maybe today was too perfect. There had to be a point where Roy fucked up Christmas somehow.

And he had to be prepared so that he wasn’t let down, yet again.

——

“Close your eyes.” Roy ordered, as they arrived at his New York apartment.

“Wow, you’re really getting into this christmasfantasy aren’t you?” Danny snorted. He obliged to his rules, trying not to let himself get too excited.

“No peeking! Or I’ll take away your present.” Roy warned.

“I thought we agreed on no presents!” Danny exclaimed frustrated. He wanted to be the one to get Roy an over exuberant gift this year. He had purchased a black fur jacket at an auction in LA that had been worn by the late Joan Rivers. Danny knew it would fit Bianca because shit, B was tiny.

It was the most expensive gift Danny had ever gotten anyone, including his mom. But he had wanted to show Roy how much he cared about him. What better way to do that then get him something worn by his idol?

“You know that we’re never gonna follow that rule.” Roy grumbled. He set the bags down in the entry way, before taking Danny by the hand and leading him into the apartment.

“Okay, open.” Roy said, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice.

Danny opened his eyes to glamorous winter wonderland. The apartment was decked out in all gold, black, and silver christmas decor. The tree was huge, reaching all the way to the ceiling and adding a nice focal point against the wide windows on the wall. Sammy and Dede barked loudly, scurring across the marble tile towards him, eager to see their second favorite owner.

“Oh hi babies!” Danny exclaimed excitedly, jumping about and exciting them more as they howled. They ran a couple of laps around him before they settled on the stark white couch by the fireplace.

The curtains were sheer, and partially open so you could see the lights New York City below. There was one single present under the tree, wrapped in matte black wrapping paper and-

“Did you fucking have your assistant make hot chocolate in the crockpot for me?” Danny exclaimed, smelling the rich smell of dark chocolate.

“You got it bitch.” Roy smirked, with a satisfied gleam in his eye. “Would you like some?”

“Please.” Danny asked, suddenly feeling very parched.

Once Roy poured them both a glass of the homemade hot cocoa, they sat down next to Sammy and Dede both sitting in silence lost in their thoughts.

“You know, it’s technically Christmas.” Roy hinted, wiggling his eyebrows.

“What are you getting at?” Danny asked, already knowing the answer.

Roy stood up, walked a few paces to grab his present from under the tree. He set it on his lap gently, and Danny grabbed it and shook it. It was light, only a small rattling on the inside. He looked at it perplexed, incredibly confused.

“Oh my god you are such a kid.” Roy facepalmed.“Just open it.”

Danny tore away the luxurious paper, sipping on his hot cocoa slowly as he uncovered a small black box. Lifting the lid slowly, a cd laid inside of it face down. But he instantly recognized it by the tracklisting on the back.

“Bleach by Nirvana, thank you.” Danny said, pecking him softly - slightly confused. Was he losing it? Roy knew that Danny had the vinyl edition mounted on his wall back in Seattle.

“Flip it over.” Roy deadpanned.

Danny did what he was told and stared at the cover in disbelief.

“Is this real?” Danny asked, voice getting higher as he examined the cd.

Scrawled on the bottom, was none other than Kurt Cobain’s signature. This had to have cost Roy a fortune.

“I can’t accept this.” Danny said tearfully. Nirvana was his favorite band ever, and no one had ever given him such a thoughtful gift.

“You’re keeping it.” Roy asserted sternly.

“Thank you baby.” Danny said, pulling Roy in for a kiss. Roy moaned in delight, and pulled Danny into him as he deepened it. They spent the next few minutes making out, enjoying each others company.

Sammy eventually barked, breaking the two of them up.

“I think Sammy is reminding me that I have a gift for you too.”  Danny smiled coyly.

“You shady bitch.” Roy chuckled, shaking his head.

Danny ran to his suitcase and grabbed the neatly folded garment bag out of it. He unzipped it, making sure the coat was folded neatly, and had no gunk stuck to it from traveling before he brought it back out to the living room.

Roy raised an eyebrow at the garment bag, crossing his arms annoyed.

“Oh, is my drag just not cutting it for you? I can buy my own drag Danny.” Roy snapped.

Danny rolled his eyes. “Will you just shut up snd open it?”

Roy stuck his tongue out at Danny before unzipping the bag, revealing the long fur coat.

“Oh wow, this is beautiful Danny thank you. And.” Roy sniffed, examining the coat closer. “Huh. Weird. This smells like the perfume Joan Rivers used to wear.”

“Because it was hers. Look at the tag.” Danny said gently.

Roy’s face went from irritated to shock within 2 seconds. It was priceless. His eyes grew wide as he looked inside the coat at the tag. Attached to it was a certificate of authenticity, and all of the times Joan had wore the coat.

“How-”

“Don’t worry about it. Merry Christmas baby.” Danny soothed, hugging Roy close to him.

Roy pulled him into his chest, kissing his chin softly.

“Merry Christmas, Danny.”

#prompts #biadore #prompt

[artificialqueens]

Late Bloomer Chapter 1

This is loosely based on “Late Bloomer” by Jenny Lewis

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CHAPTER ONE

Trixie chose Paris because it was the fashion capital of the world, she told herself, but mostly because it seemed the farthest away place in the world from Milwaukee. After high school she was determined to do something with her life, to prove to herself and the rest of her graduating class that her dreams were not unfounded - and she was also determined not to fuck it up. Her plan, really, was very simple. Rent a room somewhere with the limited funds she’d saved up washing dishes at the local greasy spoon for the past two years, apply for as many fashion-related internships and jobs as she could find, and serve enough cups of coffee and run enough Xerox trips until she was designing. Unfortunately, the plan did not include falling in love with the female, anxiety-ridden, chain-smoking Russian artist who lived down the hall.

“So you’re my new roommate,” said the chubby, red-haired woman who answered the door. Trixie noted the woman’s soft country accent - she had specifically chosen to live with an American expat as her French was high-school level, but something about this woman’s inflections were comfortingly familiar. She too was a refugee from a life far from any city of note.

“Yeah, hi, um, I’m Trixie - Trixie Mattel,” Trixie used the surname she had planned on adopting along with her new life - something that came from her reputation as Barbie-doll like, with her penchant for fashion, makeup, and all things pink and kitschy.

“I’m Ginger - Ginger Minj,” beamed the woman. Ginger opened the door wider, and Trixie gulped as she realised the flat was quite small; one room, strewn with clothing, art, and record albums, and one large bed.

“I forgot to mention, we’re going to have to share some space,” winced Ginger. “And I’m having a small get-together with my art friends tonight. You’ll like them, but I’m afraid there’s not much room to avoid us in.”

Trixie laughed. “That’s fine!” She began to unpack her solo suitcase, filled with her embellished thrift-store finds and her own pink creations, and put them in the small dresser by the bed.

“You’re quite an artist yourself,” commented Ginger, “did you make those?”

“Most of them, yeah. I want to go into fashion.”

Ginger chuckled. “You and every other girl in Paris.” Trixie tried not to show how the woman’s words had hurt her - she hadn’t really thought about how many stories like hers existed. In Milwaukee, she had been unique in her dreaming and determination. But after several hours off the plane she already saw how difficult it would be for her in a place like this, so saturated in its expectations and abundance of mediocre people with bigger egos and dreams than talents and resources.

“I’m going for a walk,” she managed, “to clear my head. And see the neighborhood.”

“Be back by eight tonight,” called Ginger. “It’s just a small get-together, but I want you to meet people.”

Ginger’s “small get-together” turned out to be a weed-and-pills-fueled party of about twenty strange-looking people of every colour, gender, and quirk packed into the tiny flat. Some sort of indie band Trixie wasn’t quite cool enough to recognize thrummed in the background. She felt very small and very young and very, very Milwaukee here.

“Trixie!” called Ginger. “There’s some people I’d like you to meet.” She gestured to a small group of women clustered towards the door, where they were admiring one of Ginger’s strange, abstract paintings.

“This one’s weird as fuck,” a tall, slender brunette girl remarked, taking a drag on a cigarette. Ginger beamed.

“Thanks, Violet, I did try. Girls - this is Trixie, my new roommate. She’s from Minnesota.”

“Milwaukee. Wisconsin,” amended Trixie. “You were close, though.”

Another girl, who had a septum ring but somehow made it look high-fashion, smirked.

“Milwaukee? Jesus, you must be in for a shock. You’re not in Kansas anymore; welcome to Oz.”

Trixie almost didn’t hear what the septum-pierced girl was saying to her, though, because just then an extraordinary-looking woman kitty-corner across the room caught her eye; barely ten years older than Trixie, or just really good at concealing her age, she was a tall, striking woman with blunt-cut, bleach-blond hair and intelligent blue eyes. What was most shocking, however, was her clothing - a macrame-covered dress that seemed like it came out of Trixie’s mom’s wardrobe from the 1970s, a dark fur cossack hat, and quirky jewelry scattered haphazardly - lip-shaped brooches, oversized faux-pearls, eyeball hairclips. Trixie, who had prided herself on her fashion-forward clothes, felt underdressed. Trixie felt her heart flutter in a way she had only read about - something girls were supposed to have felt to boys. Something she hadn’t ever known.

“Who is that?” she managed, pointing discreetly at the woman. The septum-pierced girl rolled her eyes.

“That’s Katya. She’s the craziest bitch I’ve ever met. She’s kind of a genius, though. I’d kill to be as talented as her.”

“Talented? What does she do?”

“She’s a performance artist. She does, like, interpretive dance and gymnastics and shit but somehow she makes it really incredible. She was a gymnast growing up, and they say she could have made it to the Russian Olympic team, but - “

“Shut up, Pearl,” said the taller girl - Violet - whom Trixie noticed was rather possessively holding onto the other girl - Pearl’s - forearm. Almost like they were dating. Trixie had never met a gay person before, except for her favorite teacher at school who got fired when the news of his personal life was revealed. Trixie shuddered. All her life she’d never liked anyone. But now she was safely in a community of queer people, she could ask herself - did she feel that way towards this enigmatic Katya?

“Sorry,” said Ginger, breaking the tense silence. “I think Katya wouldn’t want us… gossiping about her past. She’s put it behind her quite well.”

“Oh, God,” groaned Pearl playfully, “she noticed us.” The blonde woman was bounding across the room, a cigarette in her hand and a toothy grin on her face.

“ Devotchki”, she exclaimed, clasping her hands together in greeting. She turned to face Trixie, and Trixie had to fight the urge to turn her head shyly. “And who is this?” Her English was heavily accented, her voice the gravelly tone that gave away a chainsmoking habit.

“Um, I’m Trixie - Trixie Mattel,” said Trixie softly, using the new name with a tentative confidence.

“Trixie! What a lovely name!” beamed Katya. Trixie looked into her eyes and saw they were a startling icy blue, covered in thick black makeup. The makeup artist side of Trixie knew the Russian’s skills were dreadfully sloppy and amateurish but the strangely smitten Trixie thought Katya looked incredible - badass and vulnerable, strange and trendy all at once.

“I’m Katya - Yekaterina Petrovna Zamolodchikova, that is, but you can call me Katya.”

“Trixie’s from Wisconsin,” offered Violet with a knowing smirk, “she moved to Paris today.”

“Today?” gasped Katya, raising an eyebrow, “how old are you, dear?”

Trixie blushed, realising she was in fact quite young compared to these incredibly cool artists. “I’m eighteen. I just graduated from high school and I’m going to start looking for jobs tomorrow.”

Katya laughed - a glorious, rollicking laugh, her head thrown back and her hands moving side-to-side manically.

“You moved here without a job? Oh, that’s wonderful! You can, of course, speak French though…”

Shit. “Um…” Trixie began.

“Don’t worry,” said Katya. “I can help you. I’ve met many people in the years I’ve been here.”

“Everyone knows Katya,” offered Pearl. “She’s kind of famous.”

“And I live right down the hall,” the Russian woman offered. “Hey, tomorrow I take you drinking, okay? I can show you around the neighborhood a little more.”

“I’m trying to save most of my money for rent right now,” admitted Trixie; she really would have liked to go. “And I’m only eighteen.”

“Darling, this is France,” laughed Katya. “At least we know now you are not one of the Americans who only move here to drink legally before their twenty-first birthday. And don’t worry - it’s my treat.”

“Like - “ stammered Trixie. “Like a date?” of course it wasn’t a date, Trixie reminded herself. They were girls. Katya was probably straight anyway - but growing up poor like Trixie had, she wasn’t always comfortable having someone she had just barely met treat her to something like this. It was too much like charity. Somehow, though, Katya’s offer was different than that.

“Yes, something like a date,” said Katya breezily. “Moi druzya, do any of you have a light?”

#trixya #trixie mattel #katya zamolodchikova #cisgirl au #lesbian au #violet chachki #pearl liaison #ginger minj #rpdr fanfiction #late bloomer #ladyalix #tw homophobia #tw implied alcoholism #tw implied drug abuse

[hunnybby]

test it out

boku no hero academia

shinsou x oc/reader

a/n: here’s another one. u can read this as the same oc/reader from “show me” but honestly u don’t have to, since i feel like this oc or something is a little different?? enjoy!

-

Girls aren't much different from boys. They both eat, sleep, go to the bathroom, do leisurely activities, and have hobbies. Even Shinsou knows this. It is the fascination with things like clothes, makeup, and phone charms that Shinsou doesn't get.

To be fair, Shinsou has never understood girls. He has never paid no mind to them. But when she comes to class one day, he notices something just a bit off about her appearance.

He makes a mental checklist in his head. Her hair is the same; same color, same style, same length. She is wearing her school uniform; all girls are required to wear that. Her socks are a bit shorter today, but it's warm out. His eyes set on her face. What was different about her face?

She closes the distance between them when she takes her seat in the desk in front of him. He waits for her to get situated. Once her bag is set on the floor and after she flips her hair around, he taps her on the shoulder. "You look different today," he tells her after she has turned around to look at him.

She presses her lips together before smiling and pointing at her bottom lip. "I'm wearing lip gloss today," she states, "it's shiny, right?"

So that's what it was. He nods in agreement. It isn't until she presses her lips together that he notices that her lips take their sweet time pulling themselves apart. He points his finger at her lips this time, making sure there was a respectable distance between them. He wouldn't want to invade her space. "Is it sticky?"

She touches her lips this time with her index finger and pulls it away, showing Shinsou the small amount of transfer that stuck to her finger. "Yeah, but it's supposed to be sticky," she explains, "sometimes my hair gets stuck in it, so that's why I have it up today," she finishes, both her hands are hovering on either side of her face to show him that her hair was up for that exact reason.

"Then why wear it?"

She's pressing her lips together again before answering, and Shinsou can't help but stare just a bit longer than last time. He averts his eyes to her forehead when he feels the dangers of a blush creep to his face. "Because I think it looks cute."

Shinsou opens his mouth to respond, but is interrupted when his homeroom teacher announces the start of class. She gives him a slight wave before turning around to pay attention. He is left staring at her hair.

-

Shinsou takes his sweet time walking to school in the mornings. He considers it a leisure activity, because it puts his mind at ease and he has a chance to relax before his academic day starts.

He steps into U.A., hands stuffed in his pockets and bag slung over one shoulder. The cool guy look if there ever was one. He hasn't yet made it to the doors when he feels someone bump into his shoulder.

His eyes move downward and he sees her with her lips smacked together and a worried look on her face. "Is everything all right with you?"

Her hand grabs at his white short-sleeve and she's pointing. His eyes look down further and notices a red mark decorating his sleeve. Shinsou looks back at her, and his eyes are asking /What is that?/

She's pursing her lips together now, revealing the color that was also on his shirt. She's holding the spotted sleeve with both hands now, stretching the fabric as she speaks. "O-oh man. Sorry, Shinsou, I got my lipstick on you!"

Shinsou blinks and lightly shrugs off her hands so that he can examine it with his own. The mark is faded, and it's only a light smudge. It doesn't look like something that would remain on his clothes forever. Even if it did, he wouldn't be mad. He could ultra-bleach a white shirt no problem.

"That's alright," he says, looking at her with a slight smile on his features, "I have another one exactly like this anyway. It is our uniform."

She returns his smile with one of her own and sighs in relief. He can't help but notice how vibrant her lips look today, different from the shine of the gloss she wore before. "What are you wearing today?" he questions, a finger pointing to his own mouth to indicate he was talking about her lip color.

Red creeps onto her cheeks, and he has to blink several times. Was he the cause of that? Maybe asking her about her appearance was slightly out of her comfort zone.

In a few seconds, he sees that she has regained the color on her face. "This one," her index finger points to her lip, "is just regular lipstick. It transfers really easy, and since the color is deep it gets everywhere!" she exclaims, now pointing at his stained sleeve as an example. "I can wash that for you right now with some water," she suggests after.

"It's okay," Shinsou assures her, "It isn't that noticeable anyway. I think I'll survive." He's chuckling now, not because he thinks he's funny, but having her worry over a stain is endearing to him.

-

He is looking out the classroom window, lost in thought, until he hears a small thump infront of him indicating that she has sat down in front of him. Now, he's looking at her.

He opens his mouth but, as if she knew he wanted to start a conversation, she turns around to speak first. "Morning, Hito- Shinsou," she greets, face blushed in embarrassment from almost saying Hitoshi.

Shinsou wouldn't mind her calling him by his first name, but he shakes the thought off and completely ignores that she almost said it for her own comfort. "Morning," he greets back, and his eyes automatically fall to look at her mouth. He takes note that her lips are bare today, not adorned by sheen or tint.

He thinks that maybe he has stared at her mouth for too long, because she clears her throat, making his eyes snap up. "I woke up a little late for school," a sheepish laugh escapes her, "that's why I'm goin' all natural today."

So she did notice he was staring. He's thinking of something to say so that the situation doesn't take a turn for the awkward, but he can't think of anything on the spot. But, his thoughts keep going back to gloss, shine, and pigment.

She leans forward against his desk and sighs, "But I'm still so sleepy." Her elbow is propped up on his desk and she rests her chin on her open palm. "How do you manage to stay up so late then stay up all day for school, Shinsou?" she asks, eyes drooping down.

She's really close to him. He bites his bottom lip, suddenly nervous. His heart races just a bit. If he leans in just a little closer, puts his elbow on his own desk, maybe he could...

He begins to fight a blush. His hand instinctively comes up to rub the back of his neck. "I'm used to it," he replies to her question.

Her eyes look up at him, and she looks sly when she compliments him. "You have superhero sleeping abilities."

Her elbow leaves his desk, and she stretches her arms up in an attempt to wake up.

She licks her lips (Shinsou wishes he hadn't seen that) and looks straight at him in thought. "You seem interested in makeup lately," she inquires.

It wasn't make up he was interested in (he didn't want to assume that it was her he was interested in either), he was just curious. "Well, no," he says, "you've just been wearing a lot lately."

She's smiling at him, "I'm planning on wearing a new formula. It's supposed to not transfer. We can test it out?" the tone of her voice is innocent, but his own mind makes it suggestive.

His brain implodes on itself, and his usually calm demeanor is broken for a second. Test it out? Now she's just trying to fluster him on purpose.

-

And just as the prophecy says, he sees her in the hallway, phone in hand, books clutched at her side, and lips a dark purple.

She's busy clicking away on her phone when Shinsou walks up to her. He bends down, getting closer to her eye level, and sparks the conversation for them. "This it?"

His sudden gesture catches her off guard, because she jumps in surprise upon hearing his voice and looking up from her phone, only to be greeted by the closeness of him. She takes a few steps back, giving them enough space for movement.

She brings her phone to cover her mouth as she smiles. "Yes!" her index fingers begin tapping at the sides of her phone in excitement. "It doesn't transfer! Watch," she says, then kisses her phone screen. She turns her phone around so that he could see that there were no purple marks on her phone screen.

He raises his eyebrows up in amusement. "Impressive," he tells her while tapping the phone screen. He pulls his finger away to examine it; nope, no smear on his finger either. His head moves to the side so that she is in his view. "The color is nice on you, too." Any color looks nice on her, he decides in his mind.

She giggles just a bit, and her cheeks show her embarrassment as she admits, "The color reminds me of you, er, well, of your hair."

He blinks, his eyes looking up and his mouth turning downward, not in a frown but in a thoughtful sort of way, in speculation of himself. "Some people say my hair actually looks blue," he runs a hand through his hair, getting it caught in a few tangles. He needs to brush more often.

"I think it's purple," she states, pointing an index finger up as if it were helping prove her point of view.

She moves the conversation back to make up when she says, "Let's test it out on you."

His face warms, blush reaching his ears. "Wha-"

She grabs his hand and kisses the back of it. "See? No transfer," she says, turning his hand so that he could see just how clean it still is.

He sighs in relief (ignoring his slightly accelerated heart beat) as his face gets cooler. For a hot second, he thought she meant something else. Whatever he was thinking, he wasn't exactly prepared for... that. At least, not prepared to do so in the hallway, where other students were walking by.

Shinsou takes his hand from her to examine it more closely. "Not a smudge," he observes.

He likes this formula.

-

During off days, the student lounge is busy with chatter, gossip, a little bit of rough housing from select students, and more. So, there isn't much to it when Shinsou walks down to see that there were only a few people hanging around inside.

Scanning the area, he spots a familiar student sitting on a love seat, peeling something off of her face. A layer of skin? Probably not, but the thought still makes him shudder. Shrugging off that minute feeling, he makes his way over to her, plopping right next to her and causing her to drop the compact mirror she was holding onto her lap.

She turns to her right and, noticing that it was just Shinsou, offers a smile.

She positions herself so that her left arm is leaning on the arm of the loveseat and her body is shifted, feet and knees pointing somewhat in his direction. "Hey," she says in a familiar, cheerful tone.

He hums, giving her his smallest smile and positioning himself so that he mirrored her. "What were you doing?"

Her hand moves to rub the back of her neck and she looks away, a bit embarrassed. For what? "I'm testing out a lip tint today," she explains. Shinsou instinctively looks down and notices that her lips are more pink than usual. "You caught me at the end of stripping the gel off," she holds up a red tube that was sitting on the arm of the loveseat, "You're supposed to leave it on until it dries, then you peel it off," she puckers and points at her lips before speaking again, "And they end up looking like this. Kinda neat, right?"

He's nodding, eyes still focused on the faded color. It's cute. He racks his brain for an appropriate response while she sets the tube down and picks up the compact mirror to examine her face, a little hard considering that it was a comment on her lips, until he settles on a factor that she usually brings up in these situations. "Does it transfer?"

In response, she takes her right index finger and rubs it against her now puckered mouth. When she is done, she shows him her finger. "No," she's grinning, making him grin as well. "It's like I'm not wearing anything at all!"

She licks her lips before pressing her lips together. Relaxing them, she says, "It just... stays on my mouth!"

(Shinsou pretends he didn't see her do that.)

"Okay," she proceeds, adding more to the demonstration by grabbing his left hand with her right.

Something inside him builds (something he has ignored for several days now) and it makes him fidget when he feels her touch. His untouched hand twitches.

He knows she's going to kiss his hand like she did before, but what if he did something else as a test?

Shinsou always, always, always thinks about his actions before doing them. Being level-headed was a strong suit of his. So the decision he makes is quite rash of him.

When she begins pulling his hand closer to her, he switches the position, firmly grasping her wrist gently. His free hand finds its way to her right forearm, the one holding the mirror, and he pulls her into him, their lips making contact.

He's the first to pull away, blushing just slightly compared to his friend.

He doesn't make eye contact with her yet, but the hand holding onto her forearm slides down her arm to take a look at the open mirror on her palm. He inspects his own lips and finds that there definitely is not a single proof of transfer. He nods and looks at her, a broad smile forming his face when he sees her surprised face. "You're right. It is pretty neat."

His words snap her back to reality and, though she's still hot in the face, she can't hold back her own cheesy grin. "Told you it was a good one," she responds, pulling him closer this time for another test run.

#bnha #my fic #bnha fic #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou hitoshi x oc #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

[jimiinx-blog]

Slyther Into Your Pants / OC x Slytherin!Jimin

ONE SHOT.

Words: 13,439 words. Genre: Fluff, Romance, Smut, Love/Hate Relationship. Disclaimer: I am in no way close with BTS or Jimin. However, everything written here belongs to me. Every word and quote within this story is written by me. Please don’t copy or repost and translate anywhere else without asking.

Loud chatter filled the long hallways of the old palace. Some coming from the contagious laughter of a group of Hufflepuffs and some from the mini fight arising between two Slytherins. It wasn't anything new to the rest of the students or teachers. The daily bickering from the 'Married Slytherin Couple'—as many students would call them—could be heard in the entire hallway. From Eunbi's annoyed sighs and 'leave me alone' mantra to Jimin's boastful comments, it was no surprise that a couple of 'Shut the fuck up!' would be yelled across the hall, causing the duo to actually shut the fuck up. Other than the occasional bursts of thunder hitting the ground of Hogwarts miles away, it's safe to say that Hogwarts had never felt like home before.

The weirdly-calming sound of thunder along with the ever-so blissful rain hitting the ground really helped calming the 7th-year students. Their N.E.W.T. exams were right around the corner and they couldn't help but be extremely nervous, especially the ones who wanted to work in the Ministry of Magic. Of course, some students who had a fear of thunder weren't able to focus at all, thus; they were more stressed out than they already were. You could hear their frustrated groans and their foot anxiously tapping against the floor. Other students who were younger than them were hanging out in various spots in Hogwarts whereas the eldest were stuck in their studying hall.

"It's practically impossible to be first, though. Everyone knows that no one can be first other than me." The Slytherin boasted to the other Slytherin with confidence lacing their words. That caused a habitual eye roll from the latter and 'left-on-read' ignore from her. She was obviously not in the mood to deal with the Head Boy of the Slytherin house. Although he was incorrect and she wanted to correct him badly, she bit her tongue and held herself back. Jimin knew that shoving misconceptions down the Head Girl's mouth ticked her off. "Like using spells out of Hogwarts and using the excuse of 'defending' yourself doesn't-"

"Listen, rice bowl. I don't care about your opinion about me or anything related to me! Matter of fact, we all know that I could easily beat you in a duel. Don't forget that I was the one who saved your crusty ass from a dementor that time, so a simple ‘thanks’ would have sufficed. I really should've ran away instead." Eunbi muttered the last part with her signature eye roll before she returned back to her notes, picking up her quill. 'I really shouldn't have opened my mouth.' She thought to herself with a mental cringe at her stupid and impulsive actions

"Rice bowl?!"

"Oh, my God." Eunbi groaned then looked at him in the eyes for the first time. She failed to notice his recently bleached hair previously due to her ignoring him at all times. She was too focused on her studies rather his beings. "You dyed your hair?" she accidentally thought out loud, her voice sounding softer. Eunbi mentally face palmed at herself and tore her eyes away from him.

"With your short attention span, I'm not surprised that you noticed five days after. But yeah, obviously, I did." Jimin scoffed and pushed his hair backwards, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. His hair was also styled different than usual. It was usually styled like the majority of the male population in South Korea; a bowl head. Not that it didn't complement him that much, but when his hair was parted from the side, it was way better.

"Okay." Eunbi sighed then closed her books, shoving them in her bag along with her messy notebooks. She stood up and gave him a sarcastic smile before she stormed out of the study hall. Her facial expression quickly changed after she turned her head away, her sarcastic smile was soon replaced with a bitter one. Her teeth stress-fully nibbled on her lower lip, as she walked to the library. She really hoped that he wouldn't follow her. She had a practical D.A.D.A—Defense Against the Dark Arts—exam that week, and she wanted to practice on her spells in order to get an outstanding grade. It wasn't her best subject, but it was neither her worst. She just need to practice a little more.

Her hair bounced from her high ponytail while she sped up her pace. She didn't want Jimin to catch her and tag along. It was his little plan. It was his plan to distract her the entire time in order she won't steal his 'throne', but Eunbi was smarter than that. She could easily study in the Room of Requirements, which was exactly what she was going to do.

"EUNBI!" Someone yelled her name from behind, causing a halt in her steps. Her eyes opened wide and her hand held onto her bag's strap. She turned around with a small lip bite, her hair moving over to her side from turning her head way too quickly.

There stood a familiar blond guy with his hands shoved in his pockets and a teasing smile on his plump, red lips. His chest heaved up and down from running too fast all of a sudden, giving him the appearance of a lost puppy. His messed up golden locks really added to the look that made him undeniably irresistible. He usually had his hair dyed brown, or black, with a bowl-like head cut. She had to admit that she absolutely hated that hairstyle, but Jimin somehow looked decent in it. But now, his platinum hair was parted from the side, showing his pale forehead. It really complimented him well and he should definitely style it like that more. Of course, Eunbi would never admit that in front of anyone.

However, the second her eyes lingered more on the slumped figure, she knew that he was equally as tired and stressed as her. His bag was barely hanging from his left shoulder as his posture was sluggish. Jimin often walked with his nose stuck up high and his back straight as if he was constantly walking on a fashion runway. That was a total giveaway. He had huge eye-bags beneath his bloodshot eyes. Eunbi was pretty sure that they were dark as well, but he covered it up with makeup flawlessly. Unlike Eunbi, Jimin never showed his tiredness through actions or words. He always had a taunting smile carved onto his face with sly remarks pierced through his tongue. Somehow, just somehow, he looked ethereal.

Eunbi quickly changed her facial expression by furrowing her eyebrows and scowling at him. He let out a low chuckle, approaching her with airy footsteps.

“What do you want from me?” Eunbi cried out, her hand clutching harder onto her bag’s strap.

“You.” Jimin walked dangerously close to her. His body almost hit hers from how close he suddenly got to her, his head tilted down in order to look at her properly. Eunbi quickly took a step back with flushed cheeks.

“Woah, wait—” Eunbi raised her hand. “Stop it.” She spoke in English out of nowhere.

“Stop it?” Jimin murmured back with confusion, but also in English. He wasn’t exactly the best in English, hence; it took him a couple of seconds to actually get what she meant.

Jimin’s furrow of eyebrows and slight head scratch looked absolutely adorable in her eyes. It was something natural for a girl like her to impulsively feel such things. It was out of her hand, but she couldn’t help it.

“What do you mean by ‘you’? Do you really think that I—” she got cut off.

“Ah, chill. I want to practice dueling with you.” Jimin raised both of his eyebrows suggestively. “We both have our D.A.D.A practical exam this week, so we both can see who will get the highest mark between us.”

Eunbi scoffed at him and looked at her side before she looked back at him seriously. “I think the results are pretty obvious. You still haven’t perfected your nonverbal spells nor know how to show your patronus.”

“Well, this is a perfect opportunity to prove you wrong. Do you really think all what I do is annoy you?”

Eunbi pursed her lips then nodded her head. “Okay.”

There wasn’t anything that she would lose, right? She thought that she was quite good—actually, she strongly believed that she would beat him two minutes in.

“Anyways, where were you going? The library isn’t anywhere near here.” Jimin pointed out, as he started walking by her side. He could see a small downward curl of her lips from his peripheral vision, confusing him. ‘Why was she frowning?’ he thought to himself worriedly.

“Because I’m not going there.” She simply said, leading the way to a place that Jimin had trouble figuring out. Eunbi then proceeded to ignore his next questions, not really wanting to answer them. It did frustrate him. He really hated being ignored when he was asking questions.

Just when he was about to ask her something else, he involuntarily stopped walking when she did. It took him a second to process that they were standing in front of a huge wall. There was nothing on it or around it. The hall seemed empty as well; most students were either in their dormitories or study hall. He remembered passing by that a couple of times, but he never thought much of it.

Out of nowhere, a door started to appear out of nothingness. It was faint and barely showing, but gradually, it sharpened and appeared more and more.

“Woah…” Jimin breathed out, squinting his eyes. He was already starting to doubt whether there was actually a door before or not.

Eunbi glanced at him then opened the door, walking into the room that appeared out of nowhere. She made sure to keep the door open for him in case it closed. If it did and he reopened it, he could’ve went to a room—or place—different from her. Of course, she wouldn’t mind having him stuck there forever, as she would finally get the rest she needed from the past seven years, but she didn’t have the choice.

“What are you waiting for? Come in before anyone comes!” Eunbi said in a hushed whisper, urging him to come in.

Jimin pressed his lips against each other tightly before he followed her. The second he entered, he found himself in a room he never went to before. He had been a prefect for a couple of years and a Head Boy too, but he never saw that room in his entire life.

It was spacious and definitely perfect for duels. There were big dolls and mannequins on the sides and corners with burns and missing limbs. ‘Probably from jinxes and spells aimed at them’ he concluded. He did a complete turn, admiring the place silently.

Eunbi tossed her bag on a table nearby and took out her wand. It wasn’t anything special, but she wouldn’t be able to live without it.

“Is this your first time here?” she commented while she walked to the end of a long red carpet.

“Yeah. How come I never knew about this place?” Jimin followed her actions and got into place. Eunbi shrugged at him nonchalantly and tucked her a strand of her hair behind her ear. She rolled her sleeves all the way to her forearm and tightened her ponytail.

Jimin mentally scoffed at her actions then gave her a faint smirk. “You’re going down, Eunbi.”

—

The duel didn’t exactly end in good terms. Jimin managed to injure one of her arms before she flicked his wand out of his hands, finishing the duel between them. The results ended exactly how Eunbi expected them to end, so she wasn’t that surprised. However, he drastically improved. Now, that impressed her.

“Not bad, Park. I expected worse.” Eunbi held onto her arm while walking to where her bag was. Her face twisted at the sudden shots of pain after Jimin could no longer see her face.

A couple of weeks have already passed since their duel, and they were practically over with their N.E.W.T. exams. Their grades were slowly coming out, and Eunbi aced most of them. Her injured arm was an obstacle for her as it was on her dominant hand. It took her a while to actually write.

Jimin, on the other hand, got the best marks—next to Eunbi—and seemed to continue his days normally. He tried his best to cover his worry over the small girl and not ask her if she was okay. He noticed how she was in her dorms almost every day and every night. He didn’t see her in like… three days so far. It did make him think about all of the things he said to her that could’ve possibly hurt her in any way, but he couldn’t think of anything. Everything he said was nothing new nor it was peculiar. ‘Perhaps because I injured her?’

His days were getting dull and boring. He had no one to tease or make fun of. I mean, he could do that with his group of friends, but all of them tease him instead. Therefore, he can’t tease them back or it would sound too out of place. Maybe that was the reason why he felt lonely. He had no one to tease… right?

Jimin clearly remembered the time he met her last time. She was holding a tissue against her nose with her straight hair covering most of her face. She seemed to be rushing and had something important to do. Jimin couldn’t catch up with her, so they didn’t even lock eyes. He can’t bring himself to the girls’ dormitory since he had the authority to do that. He was too much of a coward to approach her and ask her what was wrong.

“Woah, Jimin! Another full grade. No surprise right there.” His close friend, Taehyung, commented loudly and handed him his graded test. A perfect ‘Outstanding’ was written on the top right corner of his exam paper.

Jimin’s lips curled into a small smile at Tae’s little praise, his cheeks slightly turning pink. You might think that he should’ve been a Ravenclaw, but Slytherin fits him the most. He was ambitious and a hard worker. He, like Eunbi and many other Slytherins, would be the last to leave class to finish their notes or the last to sleep from staying up studying for their O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s. He strove for praises and basically lived off them. Jimin is stubborn and persistent too. He wasn’t willing to change his ideas and opinion unless he fully got convinced. His stubbornness was the main reason why he was so adamant on annoying the short girl.

Speaking of her, she finally came to class that time. Her hair was down again, and she didn’t seem too bothered by the noise in the class. Her hand jutted down quick notes with a smooth handwriting. Her short giggles would add to the noisiness of the classroom. Her friend, Yerin, succeeded on making his little bee smile once again. He really had to talk to her.

A little after class, the duo was the last to leave again. Eunbi was finishing her notes, and Jimin did the same as an excuse to stay with her. He got sidetracked for a bit and managed to notice her figure leaving the classroom. Shoving all of his stuff in his bag messily and hurriedly, Jimin stood up quickly—giving him a temporary dizziness. He clumsily followed her. Her figure sped up upon hearing his footsteps. He knew that she didn’t want to talk to him.

“Eunbee?” he called out as he started to jog after her.

Eunbi stopped in her tracks then looked at the boy in a dark green uniform. He didn’t look that different from that time. It was like history repeating itself. The two were pretty close to that room too. It was weird… It felt exactly like déjà vu.

Jimin wasn’t exactly the reason why she stopped in her tracks. She stopped because she heard her name.

Eunbi entered her Potions class with quick sniffs. She crumbled the bloody tissue in her hand and tossed it in the trash bin. She had been getting regular nosebleeds due to extreme stress and fatigue. She was so obsessed with the idea of beating Jimin that she hadn’t been taking care of herself properly. The only good thing that came out of that was her rarely seeing him nowadays and getting Outstanding in all of her classes except for one. She didn’t have to deal with his harsh words anymore or go through their daily quarrel anywhere.

Just when she sat on her desk, she found a pack of tissues and a potion in a small tube with the label ‘Calming Draught’ on it. She also found a folded note on the side.

‘Hello Eunbee,

You’ve been extremely stressed lately and nervous about our test results. I’m pretty sure that you’d do great! Just don’t stress out yourself too much.

From, CH.’

Her eyebrows furrowed at the note, trying to remember anyone with the initials CH. She couldn’t think of anyone, making her even more confused. Why would a stranger send her such stuff? Her mind immediately jumped to the conclusion of the person being her ‘secret lover’ but she scoffed at that thought afterwards.

Suddenly, Jimin entered the classroom, making eye contact with her for half a second.

That wasn’t the only time she received such stuff. It made her heart flutter every time she saw something on her desk from afar when she entered her class.

“Eun… bee?” she whispered with her hand slightly covering her mouth before she quickly dropped it down. “Did you just call me Eunbee? As in bee? Bee in English?”

Jimin didn’t seem to focus on what she was saying. He was too carried by checking out her appearance. This time, she was the one with eyebags and messed up hair. Her shirt wasn’t even tucked in well!

“What?” Jimin snapped out of his thoughts and looked at her in the eyes. “I called you Eunbi not Eunbee. Why would I…?”

Eunbi let out a sigh—both a relieved one and a sad one. She was sad because she thought she found who was sending her messages and potions the entire time even if it was someone she hated. She was also relieved that it wasn’t Jimin either. The last thing she wanted was to find out that he liked her.

“Oh, okay.” Eunbi gave him a tightlipped smile then turned her heel and continued walking.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Jimin sighed out loudly and caught up with her, standing in front of her to stop her from waking. “Is it because I hurt you that time? You already know that I won’t apologize. It was a duel and someone getting hurt was inevitable.”

“Did you seriously approach me after days just to justify yourself? Not everything revolves around you, Jimin! I never expected an apology from you, and I don’t want one. I don’t care, Jimin. I don’t care about you. I don’t care about anything related to you. So, please, please leave me alone.” Eunbi’s voice was getting louder and louder by each word she said.

Jimin clenched his fist in his pocket and bit his lower lip out of frustration. He couldn’t exactly describe what he felt the second he heard her say that she didn’t care. He knew that she didn’t, but hearing it coming from her mouth hurt him in ways he never thought he would.

He let out a sigh, “Listen, Eunbi. I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Whatever, Jimin. I’m serious about this. Leave me alone… for once.”

And with that, with a swish of her robe and a twist of her heel, Eunbi walked away from the hopeless boy who was holding on tight to a small paper.

Finally, N.E.W.T.s were finally over. Eunbi aced her Potions practical and writing test. She was the only one who was able to do so, which surprised both her and the professor. Jimin did horrible compared to his exams, but he didn’t seem that bothered when he looked at it. Eunbi was staring at him from the corner of her eye for the rest of the class. A simple sigh and flipping the paper wasn’t how you were supposed to react when you get Acceptable.

Of course, when the professor handed out her exam to her, he praised her for being the only student to not have not even one mistake. He even went as far as saying that she would be able to create one of the hardest potions ever—Felix Felicis. It would take more than six months to be brewed correctly. Eunbi was able to brew a Polyjuice potion in her second year at Hogwarts, so it would probably be easy for a prodigy.

Eunbi, being a sucker for praise, thanked him and bowed her head too. Her cheeks were a light shade of pink from the amount of attention she suddenly had on her.

“What did you get, loser?” Eunbi called out for Jimin while waving her exam paper. Their exam results were out and Eunbi was more than satisfied with her grades. She couldn’t wait until she got to brag about them to Jimin.

“Obviously, an O.” Jimin scoffed and squinted his eyes at her exam sheet, snatching it from her hands. She also got an O. “Didn’t it take you hours of constant study to achieve that? It took me only an hour.”

“At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if you drink Liquid Luck beforehand.” Eunbi rolled her eyes. “You aren’t always giddy and happy, though.”

“Are you calling me lucky?”

“Listen, fucker. Remember that time where you—”

“Listen, fucker.” Jimin first mocked her, making his voice even higher. “How many times will you remind me of that incident? It already ruined my reputation when people found out that I got saved by a midget.”

“Hey! Your voice is already high-pitched, so no need to make it even higher. It would basically sound the same.” Eunbi grabbed her exam sheet from her and walked away from his desk before he could reply back to her.

With that being over, they finally started class. They were supposed to learn how to brew The Draught of Living Death. It’s an extremely powerful potion that makes whoever drinks it get into a really deep slumber. It was hard to perfect too, but Eunbi accepted all challenges when it came to Potions. She just loved that subject to death.

“Students, please pair up with whoever you wish to pair up with. Doesn’t matter if they’re from the same house as you or not.” The professor instructed them before he started writing on the board with white chalk.

Everyone already had a partner and was sitting with them except for Eunbi and Jimin. Jimin preferred working alone whereas Eunbi had no one to pair with. She didn’t really like any of the students in her class and often ignored them. Therefore, they had no choice but to actually work together. And again, that was no surprise. They always had to pair up together if both sides didn’t have a partner.

It wasn’t Jimin who approached Eunbi first, but it was rather the latter. For a good, straight week, he avoided her. He didn’t even maintain eye contact with her. Whenever he saw her, he would just ignore her and walk away. It wasn’t like she was bothered by it, but she never expected him to actually do it. She definitely felt lonelier than before. Plus, she stopped receiving notes and small gifts from that secret person for a week. Eunbi just convinced herself by saying:

“What happened to that person who kept sending you notes and shit?” Yerin asked her while she ate from het spicy noodles. Her hair was tucked behind both ears while she blew on her noodles to make it not too hot to eat.

“They stopped sending them…” Eunbi sighed out and nibbled on her pickled radish. “They probably stopped since we finished our exams.”

Eunbi held all of her stuff and started to walk slowly to Jimin’s desk. He was already preparing the ingredients to start working by himself. Seeing that he already started working by himself made her walk even slower. She never felt that nervous in approaching him. Her heart was already starting to beat fast out of nowhere and her hands were sweating too.

She placed down her stuff on the empty desk beside his then looked up to talk to him. Just as she was about to open her mouth, he ignored her and went back to the cupboard to get two Sopophorous beans. Eunbi pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow before she started to check how many ingredients were left. There wasn’t anything other than the beans, so she just started on her work.

The duo ended up working in silence, each with their own pot. They were supposed to finish it today, but with students not being able to cut the bean, Eunbi highly doubted that they would. The wrinkled beans were flying everywhere. Whenever they tried to cut one, it would jump or hump away. One was even going to hit Eunbi right in her face, but due to Jimin’s quick reflexes, he blocked it from hitting her forehead. Being a leader of the Quidditch team really paid off.

“Thank you.” She muttered, glancing at him. She managed to see how he was doing with his potion, and it wasn’t going well for him either. His hair was getting really messy and all over the place. He managed to cut the bean, but he didn’t get that much of juice from it. Hence, he was a bit hesitant on continuing his work.

Eunbi, on the other hand, was waiting for the salt water to rest for five minutes exactly. Seeing Jimin struggle with angling the cauldron in order to pour drops of wormwood essence made her reach out and replace his hands with hers. Her right hand held onto his cauldron and angled it slightly, and with her other hand, she poured in the essence while counting them under her breath.

“Now do the same thing but with your left hand and at a different angle.” She instructed while handing him the bottle.

Jimin nodded at her without uttering any word and did exactly what she said. His teeth were playing with his lips, too focused into what he was doing. Brewing that potion was nowhere near easy. It had a lot of steps that was too confusing. Even Eunbi felt lost at certain steps, not really sure on how to continue.

After a couple of tries and frustrated groans, Potions class has ended with no one being able to brew it properly. One student’s potion caused a sudden explosion when the teacher placed a small leave in his cauldron to check if it was brewed properly. For Eunbi, her potion’s color didn’t match exactly what the instructions said in her book. It definitely did frustrate her; she never got such bad results. Even the teacher tsked at her when he passed by her desk, and he let out a small, disappointing sigh when he saw Jimin’s bizarre potion in his pot.

Once the teacher dismissed the class, Jimin and Eunbi were assigned to return everything back to their place. It was their turn that time, thus; they stayed behind. It was their last class for the day, so they could spend there as long as they wanted to.

The stillness in the air made it difficult for Eunbi to think properly in order to forget the presence of Jimin. It was really awkward between them, and it got even worse when Eunbi accidentally bumped against his chest.

She was placing a box of Valerian roots in one of the cupboards, and when she turned around, she bumped into him. He was trying to place Asphodel to where it belonged. Her forehead hit his chest with her head tilted down. It was as if he suddenly planted roses on her cheeks because she was very red from that incident. They never got that close before other than the time Jimin decided to tease her by being close to her. He wasn’t that close to her that time either.

Jimin’s eyes were wide open when he felt her body hit against his. Instinctively, his body started heating up and sweating from the sudden close contact. Sure, he was with multiple girls and did things that he was rumored for with them, but being that close to Eunbi made his heart combust. It was weird how a ‘Sex God’ would get vulnerable and submissive for a girl who barely reached his shoulder.

Jimin closed his eyes for a good two seconds, let out a deep breath, leaned over and placed what he was holding inside the cupboard. He could feel her stop breathing for a second before she inhaled out nervously. Just when he felt her petite hand about to hold his shirt, he quickly stepped back and walked away with his heart beating against his ribcage. He made sure to not let her see his tomato-like face. ‘Fuck.’ That was the only thing that came in his mind after that.

Thankfully, they had nothing more to do, so Jimin left immediately. He had Quidditch practice, anyways. He was late, but ‘better late than never’ he always said. Jimin knew deep down that he just used that as an excuse to not talk to Eunbi.

It was really hard to avoid her. There were many times where he had to hold himself back from talking to her. It became a habit of his to say sarcastic remarks directed towards her, and it was hard to not do that. He would even find himself staring at her while thinking. It would’ve been really embarrassing if she caught him staring with a blank face.

At first, it was easy to avoid her. He grew hurt over her words—which she probably said out of anger, or so he hoped—that he held a grudge against her for a while. It was typical for a Slytherin to hold a lot of grudges and for a long period of time. Since he grew so attached to her, he couldn’t hold it on for too long. Jimin still questioned himself, ‘Why did I end up getting emotionally attached to her? How?’

Shaking off his thoughts, Jimin walked to the Quidditch field.

Eunbi decided to stay behind and work again on the potion. She really wanted to perfect it. Being a perfectionist made her stay up countless of nights trying to perfect everything she had to do.

Her hair was retied into a ponytail that time and made sure to let all of her hair pushed backwards. Her sleeves were rolled up—something she did whenever she was about to do something that she had to focus on. It made her more focused, somehow.

She first started off with the bean, struggling with cutting it. She was close to cutting herself when she held it down tightly with her thumb and index finger. Eunbi even thought of holding it down but holding the knife as if she was going to stab someone and stabbing the bean. She quickly dropped that idea in the fear of stabbing herself instead. Just when she was holding it between her fingers, she realized how easy it could be crushed. Therefore, she crushed it with the flat side of her knife rather than her fingers or hands.

Then, she followed the rest of the steps carefully, making sure to set a timer to get it exactly right. However, when she was putting drops of the bean’s juice, she accidentally put it a drop extra that made her panic.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She kept cursing loudly since there was no one in the room while walking around in frustration. She was about to run her fingers through her hair but realized that it was tied back, so she rested her hand on her head. Eunbi checked the watch on her wrist and realized that it was getting late already. They were going to close the class room once it was time for them to sleep, so she didn’t have a lot of time to redo it. “I’ll just continue with that.”

Eunbi went back to her cauldron and continued to stir it, gradually adding in more substance. Finally, she just had to stir it, leave it for two minutes, add another root and leave it to brew. She held her large spoon with her dominant hand and rested the other one on her hips. Just as she finished stirring it anti-clockwise, she stirred it clockwise too. The book didn’t tell her to do that, but she already gave up at that point. While she left her potion to brew, she began tidying up the mess she did.

“EUNBI!” Yerin barged into the room out of nowhere, causing her friend to jump ten feet high.

Eunbi got scared for a good second before she saw her friend by the door, panting heavily. “Jesus Christ. You scared the shit out of me.” She sighed out, as her heart continued to beat fast from the sudden appearance of Yerin. “What’s wrong? You look like you ran for five kilometers.”

“Because I did! I was watching Gryffindor’s and Slytherin’s Quidditch practice just to spend time with that cute girl I told you about, but all of a sudden, someone fell from their broom.” Yerin explained with exaggerated hand movements.

Eunbi raised an eyebrow at her and let out another sigh. “You ran all the way to here just to tell me this?”

She glanced at the potion and decided to leave it overnight just like her textbook instructed her. It looked pretty good since she fucked up three times already. It confused her because such advanced potions usually don’t work out if there was a small mistake.

“Eunbi… It’s Jimin who fell. He just suddenly—I don’t know! He fainted out of nowhere. He looked pretty sick and pale before practice. I know you really hate him, but I felt like telling y—” Yerin stopped halfway through her sentence when Eunbi’s figure passed by her quickly. She turned around and saw Eunbi running down the hall as fast as she can.

‘He’s probably at the infirmary now.’ Eunbi thought to herself and headed there.

Her thoughts and feelings all rushed at once that became indescribable. She was more than worried about him. They weren’t exactly on the best terms, and their secret feelings weren’t mutual. That didn’t prevent her from checking on him. She tried so hard to convince herself into hating him, but deep down, she knew she couldn’t. Spending seven years with him by her side somehow affected him. She even felt lonely when they started ignoring each other.

Eunbi ignored the burning feeling in her legs and continued running to the infirmary ward. Her hair bounced behind her while her robe was flying too. She could care less at that point. She just hoped that Jimin was fine.

She entered the spacious room suddenly, grabbing the attention of some of the patients there. But that didn’t matter at all. Eunbi had to see her blond friend.

“Jimin?” she instinctively muttered out while she walked around with a slight panic dancing around her feet. She then finally reached his bed where he was laying down on peacefully.

His hair was flat against his forehead, and his mouth was lightly opened. Soft snores came out of his mouth whenever he took in deep breaths. His leg seemed to be in a cast—he broke his left leg. It pained her to see him so fragile and tired. There were huge bruises on the left side of his face too. He probably fell and hit his entire left side of his body.

Eunbi’s hand reached out shakily to the bruised side of his face. His once smooth skin was then covered in splashes of dark blue and purple. It looked like it really hurts from how discolored it was. She never saw such a bad bruise in her entire life especially on a person she was attached to.

Her shaking hands rested against his face; her warm skin meeting his freezing skin. If it weren’t to his heavy breathing, she would had thought that he was dead from how cold he was. He was very pale as well with a slight blue-ish tint. It really worried her. She couldn’t help but feel that.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbled, sadness evident in her voice.

Eunbi really regretted being that harsh to him. She failed to notice that he, too, was equally stressed out as she was. She then remembered his appearance a week before their exams, and it made her feel even more guilty than before. She really gave her a hard time and thought only about herself. Just the thought of Jimin being alone with no support felt like a stab to the heart.

After a while, she dropped her hand and held his freezing hand. Thankfully, they were covered by the curtains, so no one else saw what Eunbi was doing. She didn’t want to be close to him in front of other students who thought that the duo hated each other.

Intertwining their fingers together, Eunbi started to talk in a low voice. “I really should’ve been considerate towards you. It’s pathetic how I finally decide to talk to you once you get injured and badly hurt. I’m too much of a coward to say this to your face, but I… I really want us to be friends instead. That seems impossible, considering your feelings aren’t mutual. I just felt really lonely for the past week because you weren’t pestering me all time. I regret saying ‘I don’t care’ because I do. I care a lot.”

Eunbi felt a lot better after getting that off her chest. There was a lot more that she wanted to say, but she had to leave, anyways. Her curfew was about to start, and she had to patrol around the Slytherin house to make sure there weren’t any student out.

“Now I have to patrol around by myself… again.” She sighed out then slowly pulled her hand away from his. Eunbi felt like something was stuck in her throat, making it harder for her to say anything. She felt like crying in guilt and regret, but Eunbi rarely cried. She hated crying more than anything.

However, something stopped her from pulling her hand away.

His now-warm hands held hers tightly, not wanting to let go. He first held her by hooking his fingers with hers then he tugged her closer to him in order to properly hold her hand.

“What…?” she first thought out in confusion, staring at their hands with a small blush. ‘Was he a-awake the whole time?’ she stammered nervously.

She waited for a couple of seconds, waiting for him to move to say anything. Nothing. He did nothing other than stop snoring and holding her hand. Glancing at their hands again, Eunbi decided to stay a bit longer. She pulled a chair closed to his bed and sat down beside him. Her hand was still holding his hand, but it was resting on his chest that time.

Eunbi sat staring at his face silently and intently, not wanting to cause any disturbance. She never stared at his face for that long in her life. She never noticed how he had three moles on his forehead and one on his neck. His hair usually covered his forehead all the time, so she never noticed, of course. Eunbi’s eyes lingered on the sleeping boy longer than intended. He looked so peaceful and innocent while sleeping; it was magical. His cheeks were hollowed in, though. They used to be chubby and always gave her the urge to squeeze or poke them. Now, they were gone. They were gone and filled with deep colors and even a small cut. He seemed to have lost a lot of weight, honestly. His wrists looked really thin too.

“Please take care of yourself.” Eunbi muttered under her breath unintentionally.

After a couple of minutes, Eunbi checked the time and saw that she really had to go. There were times where she hated being a Head Girl and that time was one of them. If she could stay up all night beside him, she would. It would had been really confusing to Jimin if he woke up to find her sleeping on the chair beside him with his hand holding hers.

She leaned forward towards his face and touched his forehead with the back of her hand to check whether he was still cold. Instead, he got a lot warmer than before, causing her to let out a sigh of relief. ‘He’s getting better.’ She thought with a small smile. Eunbi then proceeded by covering his exposed forehead with his dyed hair, her fingers running through them softly. His hair was surprisingly soft which explained why her she kept running her fingers through his hair for a while.

Jimin leaned closer to her while his eyes were closed. He softly pressed his lips against hers and slightly tightened his grip on her hand. His lips stayed still on hers since Eunbi didn’t kiss him back. Her eyes were wide open in shock, instead. She was lost in her thoughts that she didn’t even feel nor see him move. It definitely surprised Eunbi. He was supposed to be sleeping not listening to her silently.

Eunbi’s cheeks were redder than ever. Her blind went blank for five seconds exactly, too overwhelmed by the sudden hormones released within her body. The last thing she ever expected from him was him kissing her. His lips were smooth and plump that drove her even crazier. There were times where she actually wondered how would it feel like to kiss him. He was rumored to be one of the best kissers in school, and Eunbi impulsively thought about that whenever she daydreamed.

Not wasting any other seconds, she closed eyes and kissed him back, completely melting into the kiss. Her heart was beating way too quickly while she felt electricity down her spine. She slowly pulled away her hand from his hair and cupped the non-bruised side of his face gently. Eunbi made him lean back, so it would be more comfortable for him. He was injured, after all.

Their kiss wasn’t anything over the top. It wasn’t filled with their tongues clashing with each other. Their lips moved slowly and passionately against each other in a perfect sync. Eunbi did kiss many guys in her life, but she couldn’t be compared to Jimin. He was extremely good at kissing. The way he—once—softly bit her bottom lips then lightly wrapped his arm around her waist somehow made kissing him even better than it already is.

Soon, the two had to pull away to breathe. Eunbi rested her forehead against his after it, not really wanting to pull away. Her chest was heaving up and down heavily. Jimin, on the other hand, opened his eyes for the first time that night. His lips were a bit swollen and red from how long they had kept making out. Seeing Eunbi’s lips in the same state as his because of him made him feel all kinds of feels.

Eunbi’s eyes opened a second after he opened his, not really knowing what to do or how to react. She started to rub her thumb against his cheek—which she previously rested her hand on during their kiss. She tried her best to not hurt him while doing that. After staying in that position for a while—their eyes staring deeply at each other, Eunbi pulled her face and hand away from his face. However, she kept holding his hand with her other one.

“I will.” Jimin spoke out of nowhere, slightly tightening his grip on her hand for a second.

Eunbi looked at him in confusion. “Will what?”

“I will take care of myself.” And for the first time in seven years, she saw him smile at her.

It had been three days already. Whenever they saw each other, Eunbi’s cheeks would immediately change in color, just like his. They would get slightly pushed forward if one of their friends were beside them, teasing them about the kiss they shared. No one knew about it other than Jimin’s and Eunbi’s circle of friends. They—their friends—would try to get them to talk to each other, but they grew shy and would most likely stutter a lot. Many students had noticed that too. The school grew quiet due to their lack of fights.

During Potions class, they were still paired up together. They would accidentally bump hands from time that sent them both into a red mess. Somehow, Eunbi managed to get them an O on their assignment of making the Draught of Death. It confused her how she got it correct despite making three mistakes. She definitely had to redo it but how the book instructed her to do to see if there were any differences. Hence, she did that during the weekend.

It was their fourth day.

Eunbi was in the Room of Requirement with a bunch of ingredients and torn papers on a huge desk. Her cauldron was in the middle with medium fire beneath it. She spent her entire day off just to test an advanced potion. She really loved potion-making which was obvious at that point. It didn’t bore her. Instead, she enjoyed it. It was her hobby. However, it made her lose a track of time. It was already midnight. Thankfully, it wasn’t her turn to patrol, so she took her time in finishing the potion.

Her results did satisfy her in a way. She managed to get her hands on a different potions book and found another recipe! So, she did that one too. It wasn’t as complicated as the one in her text book; she finished it really quickly. While it was left on the fire, Eunbi started to clean the mess she did. She planned on staying there overnight since she was too lazy and didn’t want to risk getting caught by a teacher or another Head Student.

Eunbi hummed softly while cleaning to distract herself. Her steps were a bit airy and danced around faintly. She loved doing that whenever she was cleaning or had to do something. It made her have a bit of fun while doing that. It was a weird way of enjoying things, but she didn’t care as long as no one saw her.

Her dancing came to a halt when she went to check her cauldron. She turned the fire beneath it off and dropped a leaf into the purple mixture. Only half of it dissolved, making her let out a frustrated groan. It was becoming a waste of time to her at that point. She felt herself take back everything she said about how she loved potions and pouted at herself in frustration.

“Are you seriously going to keep trying it over and over again? You already got it correct in that ‘secret’ way of yours.” A voice boomed into the place, making her jump a bit in her seat. It was Jimin.

“Ah, you scared me.” Eunbi placed her hand over her chest in a way to calm herself down.

Jimin stood by the door with his hands in his pants. It was a habit for him to shove his hands in his pockets. Nonetheless, he looked quite attractive while leaning against the door frame too. He was completely healed by then. She noticed how he didn’t limp as he used to before when he walked towards her and how his bruises were gone.

“I’m just curious… It’s fun, anyways.” Eunbi’s voice got lower with each word as she looked down at the large table. She wrapped up the herbal roots she had and carried the rest of the stuff she had to the cupboards on the wall.

Jimin nonchalantly sat on her couch and ran his fingers through his hair while looking at her bouncing around. Seeing her struggle to put on some stuff on the top shelf immediately reminded him of that time they bumped into each other accidentally. Weirdly, he realized how Eunbi reached out to hug him—he felt her hand reaching out to his shirt or waist—and back when they kissed, he was the one who reached out to her. It seemed a bit funny for him how things kept getting mirrored between them.

“You’re going to sleep here?” Jimin asked her once he saw her blankets on the couch he sat on.

Eunbi nodded back in response. “Yeah. Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

“Mhm.” He leaned backwards against the couch, his eyes wandering around the place in curiosity. It was different this time. Last time there were a bunch of mannequins and a long carpet on the floor, but it became all cupboards and drawers. It seemed like a Potions class that he didn’t know off. Jimin still didn’t know how the RoR worked.

“Uh, can you please turn around and close your eyes. I want to change.” Eunbi said shyly when she took her pajamas that were beside him. It was a white tank top with some dark green hoodie and sweatpants.

Jimin’s cheeks heated up and nodded, facing the opposite direction and placing his hands on his eyes. He felt his cheeks heat up more and more whenever he thought how the girl he, possibly, liked was half-naked behind him. He managed to catch a glimpse of her white tank top and thanked the Lord above that she was going to wear a hoodie on top of it. Jimin felt as if he was going to light up into flames if he saw her only in a tank top. A white one to be precise.

“I’m done.” Eunbi informed him quietly and started to fold her uniform and robe. “Why are you here, anyways?”

She sat down beside him, still folding her clothes. Her hoodie’s hood was over her head and covered most of her face. Well, it reached till her forehead. ‘Cute.’ Jimin thought to himself with a small smile before he took her large robe to help her fold her clothes faster.

“I just wanted to talk with you about… something.” Jimin stammered nervously. He didn’t know how to exactly start. He could tell that Eunbi knew exactly what he wanted to talk about and that made him even more nervous than before.

Eunbi paused for a second then continued with her work, giving him a small nod on urging him to continue what he wanted to say. She perfected her blank face, but her brain was screaming ‘fuck’ repeatedly. She was starting to panic from the inside.

“About the kiss. I- um-” Jimin forgot everything that he wanted to say; he wanted to die from embarrassment. He placed the robe he folded on top of the ones Eunbi just finished then cleared his throat and looked at her properly. “Why didn’t you push me back?”

Eunbi gathered all of the courage she had and looked up at him. Her fingers were starting to play nervously with each other when she bluntly said, “I didn’t want to.”

“Do you regret it?” Jimin’s voice went a bit lower this time. He was starting to ask a lot of questions, and he hoped that she wouldn’t misunderstand him. It was the last thing he wanted that time.

“Do you want a truth or lie?” Eunbi said after a pause and started playing with the hem of her hoodie. Jimin didn’t waste a second on replying back.

“I didn’t. It’s because—” she immediately got cut off by him.

Jimin slightly pouted at her. “I wanted to talk first. Anyways, if you’re wondering why I kissed you then—”

“If you’re here to tell me that it was a mistake, please leave.” Eunbi suddenly broke eye contact with him and looked down at her hands.

“No. I- I heard everything you said that night, and it’s the main reason why I’m so nervous right now.” He held her left hand with the two of his shaky hands. “It’s been bothering me lately, and I’ve been dying to tell you. My feelings towards you are mutual.”

Eunbi looked up at him quickly with her eyes open. He was looking at their hands rather than her face which explained why he was able to say something at that point. “Wha—”

“Except for one thing.” Jimin cut her off again. “I don’t want us to be friends. I want something more than that. I want to be able to hold you whenever I want you and comfort you during your exams. I want to play with your hair and shower you with compliments.”

Eunbi used her free hand to hold his shaky hands and calm him down. It was like she was indirectly encouraging him to go on.

“You know how you used to get secret notes and small gifts when we had our N.E.W.T.s? They were all from me… that’s why I accidentally called you Eunbee once. When you fought with me that time, I got really hurt and stopped sending you notes. That’s why you haven’t gotten them in forever. It’s such a cliché thing to do, but I had no other way to express my feelings.” Jimin confessed, feeling his heart about to burst from how fast it was beating. He never, ever felt this way in his life before. He never got so vulnerable to a girl—or anyone—before.

Silence filled the room afterwards, and that made Jimin feel even worse. It was like his stomach and intestines were being squeezed then thrown in a blender. Rejection never felt so bad in his life.

“Jimin…” That was the first word she said to break the iciness of the air. “Look at me.”

Jimin slowly lifted his head up to look at her properly. He could feel his cheeks and ears burning, but he hoped that it wasn’t that noticeable. He felt more than embarrassed. He hadn’t confessed to a girl like this properly. All his relationships were one-sided; he dated just for the sake of dating. He never confessed to a girl he actually liked.

“I like you too, Jimin.” Eunbi confessed with confidence.

Jimin didn’t know how to react. He never expected her to actually like him back. There were times where he thought that she did like him back, but being the ‘insecure lil-shit’—he always called himself that—he convinced himself that she didn’t like him. It was best to let his expectations low rather than high. He didn’t want to be disappointed later on.

“Y-You do?” Jimin asked with hope glittering in his eyes. Eunbi nodded back him with a reassuring smile and another hand squeeze. She really knew how to comfort him—how to reassure him. She even went as far as leaning forward and planting a short-lived kiss on his lips. Jimin still felt the same electricity he felt that night at the infirmary. It still shook him to the core of his heart that he forgot to kiss back.

Jimin looked in a daze after she pulled away. He became such a mess whenever he got that close to her. From his messed-up hair to his sweaty palms, it was safe to say that he fell in love with her. He couldn’t think or process things properly in his mind when Eunbi was within his sight. And that was exactly how he was at that moment. With no effort, he reattached his lips against hers, craving for the taste of them.

He sneakily, but properly, wrapped his arms around her waist this time, and Eunbi wrapped her arms around his neck as well. It was definitely getting hotter between them. The gap between them was getting smaller and smaller since Jimin kept leaning forward. Their kiss felt a little bit needier that time. His tongue instantly collided with hers in an open mouth kiss that was full of teeth clashing. It was getting hotter and hotter each second. He couldn’t help but push her backwards, softly resting her back against the couch.

Eunbi felt body slightly to start sweating from how hot it became. Her thick hoodie didn’t make it any better. She just wanted to take it off and throw it away, but she wasn’t really wearing any bra underneath her top. With her chest pushed against his, he probably knew that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Except for her panties.

Pulling him closer to her, she hooked her legs around his legs, completely closing the space between them when she pressed her hips against his. For once, they felt whole just like a completed puzzle. Their movements were in sync. Their lips kept moving together at once, and their lower bodies lightly grinded against each other. His hands slithered underneath her outerwear and rested against the sides of her body, gripping on them. The two never felt so emotionally attached to someone. It definitely made their experience feel a lot better.

Eunbi couldn’t exactly explain what was going through her mind other than she was desperate for him. She wanted him to be hers and only hers for the rest of her life. It was ironic how she hated him a month ago, but liked him a month after. She didn’t exactly, really hate him. She just masked her developing feelings with that in order to not deal with a one-sided crush on someone who despised her at that time.

Just when she was running out of breath, Jimin pulled away from her and asked, “can I take off your clothes?”

“Yeah.” She breathed out in both excitement and nervousness.

“Are things moving way too fast for you? Is this your first time?” Jimin asked her at once. It was evident that he cared about her. He seemed too focused on making her feel comfortable and pleasured. Eunbi’s heart lurched the second time he asked her, just wanting to be sure that she wasn’t feeling pressured or forced.

Eunbi smiled at him and shook her head. It wasn’t really her first time, nor it was her second. She really had no shame in saying that whether to Jimin or someone else. “Just take off my hoodie already. It’s getting hot.”

“Whatever you wish for, princess.” He chuckled and took off her hoodie smoothly. His actions moved against her body with ease that made her feel aroused more than she already is. The way the word ‘princess’ rolled off his mouth fluently filled her with all kinds of lust. She could feel the knot in her lower abdomen tightening.

Jimin’s eyes stared at her perked nipples that showed through her white tank top. His half-lidded eyes started lustfully at them for a while with his teeth toying with his bottom lip. He then leaned down and gave her a quick peck. She quickly grabbed his tie to prevent him from leaning away and forcefully pulled him closer to her. Her swollen lips kissed his roughly with her hips bucking up for some sort of friction.

“Are you that eager?” he scoffed playfully when he pulled away and cupped her through her clothed core. Jimin enjoyed seeing her writhe underneath him and nod her head eagerly. The way she bit her lips to hold in her moans while she tried to rub herself against his fingers. “You’d have to wait a bit more, princess.”

Eunbi let out a frustrated groan and stared at him tug at his tie before opening it. Even the way he took off his clothes made him look hotter than he already was. The way he removed them with no problem and ruffled his hair messily afterwards turned her on. At this point, she knew that she would orgasm the second he started his ministrations on her.

Once Jimin took all of his clothes, except for his boxers, he started kissing her neck all the way down to her collarbones. He made sure to spend extra time on each space to fill them with small bruises of love. As he made out against the valley between her neck and shoulder, he moved his left hand to her boobs and cupped one of them through her tank top. At first, he was gentle to test whether Eunbi was fine with that. Seeing her tilt her head even further and press her chest against him drove him into massaging it roughly. His thumb and index fingers toyed with her nipple, as he buried his face in her neck.

Eunbi not moaning even once was a new experience for him. Girls—the ones he fucked previously—tend to moan a lot that just working in hushed silence made it slightly weird. That didn’t discourage him, though. He mentally set a goal for himself to get her to moan before they started anything else.

Jimin’s left hand rested beneath her breast and started doing the same to her right one with his right hand this time. He was getting too carried by her boobs that he forgot that he kept sucking and nibbling against the same spot over and over again. When he detached his lips from his canvas, a small string of his saliva was attached to his plumper lips and her neck. However, the forming bruise on her neck was huge. It was deep colored, almost like the shades of a sunset but instead of yellow hues, they were green hues.

He didn’t waste any minute in going down to her chest. He first blew cold air on them, sending chills down her spine. Softly, but quickly, he flicked her perked nipples with the tip of her tongue through her white fabric. That made a silent moan escape her lips, and oh God how he loved that sound. She didn’t specifically moan out a certain word, thus; he set another goal for him. To make her moan his name.

Her tank top was already tossed away from them, exposing Eunbi’s bare chest. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, baby.” Jimin noticed how Eunbi loved getting praised and complimented. She would try to hold back a grin from appearing on her face and would redden whenever someone praised her for anything she did. He made a mental note to not forget to genuinely compliment her.

Then, he started by pecking her lips, then her jaw, then her the middle of her neck. He continued doing that till he reached the small curve between her boobs. He gave her right nipple a long and flat lick before he wrapped his mouth around it. Jimin kept massaging it with his tongue while his left hand kept playing with her left boob. He would teasingly would bite onto her perked bud, sending shocks of electricity through her body.

It was no lie that Jimin was pretty good. He was skilled in making a woman on the edge without even properly starting. Eunbi was trying her best to hold back her moans; she sensed that it was a growing competition between them. She, being the Eunbi we all know, didn’t want to lose to him for the nth time. The way his hardened member would rub against her wet—and clothed—core every once in a while made the pits of her abdomen to tighten.

She tangled her fingers in his blond locks and lightly pulled him closer to her. She could feel him smirk against her, but thankfully, he chose to not say anything. She didn’t want to deal with his teasing during such intimate moments too. She was grateful that he complied with her desires and got rougher with his movements.

Her lips parted open when she suddenly felt pressure on her clit, her grip on his hair tightened. His hand managed to squeeze between their bodies and found its way to her sensitive bud. She was already rubbing herself against his fingers desperately, not able to hold herself back. He didn’t bother moving her fingers nor pulling his hand away. His middle finger rested firmly against her; she felt like he wasn’t going to move until she told him that. She really didn’t want to lose to him, but she was starting to not care at that point. Eunbi was getting overwhelmed by her sexual frustration that she wanted to cum badly.

“Please start moving.” Eunbi mumbled shyly, her fingers tugging his hair.

“I didn’t even start moving, and I can feel your wetness through your sweatpants.” He joked with a slight smile after he pulled away from her chest.

“Don’t make me regret giving you my consent.” Eunbi sighed and ignored how her pink her face became from embarrassment.

“But I love teasing you. I love your cheeks would flush pink and how you would cutely scoff or sigh at me.” Jimin pouted while looking up at her and wrapping one arm around her waist. He wasn’t wrong after-all, as Eunbi did exactly what he just said. She fought back her smile and looked up at the ceiling.

Jimin moved up to her and pecked her lips, his dimple evident on the right side of his face. He loved how her cheeks got even redder while she tried to avoid making eye contact with him. He never saw her that shy and insecure in front of him, and he honestly thought that she looked adorable. He stared at her with a small eye smile then started to walk his way back down.

This time, he moved all the way to her hips. He held both sides on her pants and pulled it off her legs, making sure that he didn’t remove her underwear. Her bare legs slightly rubbed against each other, too embarrassed to open her legs again. Her actions casted doubt in his heart.

“Are you sure you want to…?” He asked for the third time, wanting nothing but reassurance from her.

“I’m more than sure.” Eunbi said firmly; she hoped that he would stop asking and trust her for once.

Jimin nodded at her then opened her legs with his warm hands only to get greeted by her pink lace underwear. She had a huge wet spot in the middle that made him feel more than proud that he was the one that caused that.

He first placed her legs on his shoulders with no effort before he started to rub his fingers against her. The roughness of her fabric added more to her pleasure that made her move her hips. Using his free hand, he hooked his arm around one of her legs to hold her down. A sharp breath left her mouth when he forcefully pinned her hips down and continued to rub his fingers through her clothed core. He continued to tease her for half a minute then changed what he was doing.

Jimin finally took off her underwear and tossed it away. A strand of her juices was attached to her underwear that made the sight even better to look at. He probably had a full boner by then but he just wanted to make her feel good at the time being.

“I’m so fucking lucky to be able to fuck you. You’re just so hot and beautiful that I can’t wait to be in you.” He breathed out against her core, sending vibrations through her body both from his words and his actions. “Fuck, you’re probably so, so wet and tight.”

A flick of his tongue against her clit made her moan louder than last time and tugged his hair again to encourage him to go on. He then ran his tongue flatly against her, ending it with a small ‘pop’. He continued doing that until he attached his lips around her clit, gently sucking on it. Her deep breaths filled the entire room while she tried to grind her hips against his face that caused Jimin to ‘tsk’.

“Fuck—Jimin…”  Eunbi moaned out when she felt him bit her very gently and softly. Just when she moaned out his name, he inserted one of his fingers—his index—into her and curled it. That wasn’t enough for her, she wanted more. She wanted him to fuck her badly and being slowly and painfully teased by him made her feel as if they would stay up for hours just fucking on the couch. It’s not like she didn’t mind; she got even more excited.

His ministrations soon became faster and quicker; his finger was moving in and out of her while he continued to lick and suck on her bundle of nerves. With his finger constantly hitting her g-spot recklessly, Eunbi felt close to her orgasm. It didn’t feel like she was just going to orgasm, but she felt more than that.

Jimin, being the experienced person he was, knew exactly that she was close to cumming. Her legs started to shake and her toes curled and uncurled uncontrollably. He could even feel her core throbbing against his finger that made him add an extra finger in, stretching her even further.

Eunbi’s hand impulsively pulled him closer to her in a way to get off quickly. It felt so good that she didn’t want to orgasm yet, but the knot in her abdomen made it hard to avoid that. His pumps became more rhythmic and faster. A small fuck left her mouth when he sank his teeth into her clit more roughly that time. She started to rub her boobs with her free hand that made her closer to her climax.

A second later, Eunbi’s back arched, as her orgasm ripped through her body. A plentiful of curse words left her mouth in a constant mantra of moans that made Jimin remove his fingers from her and lap her juices. His tongue running across her core made her ride out her orgasm, but seeing that he continued to that on her sensitive clit was becoming a bit painful for her. The grip she had on his hair became loose, as she bathed in the euphoria and pleasure.

“That was so hot, baby.” Jimin said after he pulled away with her juices covering his mouth and entire chin. He wiped them away with the back of his palm, accidentally smearing a bit to his jaw. “I never thought that you’re able to squirt.”

“To be frank, I didn’t know either.” Eunbi admitted and covered her most of her face with her hands. She never squirted in her life before, whether it was because of someone or her, but she lowkey loved it. It felt way better than just orgasming.

Her eyes lingered on his face and his slightly toned body. Due to his bad health, most of his muscles were lost and not visible. However, he still looked handsome in her eyes. He was still handsome to her that she couldn’t peel her eyes away from him. The way how his fingers fumbled around his belt with a part of his hair was sticking out. The way how her juices glistened on his face just added to his overall look. If it was her turn, she wouldn’t know where to place her lips on first.

Once he finally took off his pants and underwear, he towered over her again. Eunbi managed to get a glimpse of his hardened member that had precum on the tip before he rolled on a condom. ‘Fuck.’ She thought when she realized that she was actually sleeping with him. As stated before multiple times, she never expected to kiss him, let alone fucking him. Her heart would flutter every time she thought about how close their bodies would be and how his lips would constantly be on her skin.

A gasp left her mouth when she felt him enter her, stretching her apart. His face dropped into her neck with a moan leaving his mouth and onto her skin that sent vibrations all the way to her core. It was the first time that she heard him moan—or say something other than his sarcastic words—and it made her clench around him. That made him groan and moan at the same time.

“Stop it.” He groaned with her eyes shut close. He wasn’t fully in her, and he already thought that he was to cum right then and there. His fingers dug into her hips bones while he finally, finally he was in her. He didn’t move at all; he just wanted to enjoy it as much as he could before he started moving.

“Please start moving,” she pleaded, squirming under him.

Upon hearing her beg, he started to move in slow and languid movements, his slightly curved member hit her in places that had her legs shaking. She tilted her head to the side to be able to kiss his neck. Her tongue would sometimes lick his skin before she started to bite it. As she worked on giving him hickey on the side of his neck, Jimin grew more and more frustrated. He decided to pick up his fast and substituted his long movements with something quicker and faster.

“Oh, my God, Jimin.” She moaned and wrapped her arms around his torso. Her fingers were starting to dig into his back when his thrusts became more rhythmic than before. He would probably would end up with long, red scratches on his pale back, but he didn’t care. Fuck, her scratching him made him even go faster. It wasn’t only that, but her constantly saying his name in short and ragged breaths encouraged him.

Eunbi couldn’t think of anything at that moment. Her mind was overwhelmed by pleasure that she eventually stopped kissing his neck. She habitually grinded her hips against his that made his thrusts deeper while wrapped her legs around his hips. The heels of her feet dug into her lower back that made him dig deeper into her. The knot in the pit of stomach kept coiling and uncoiling that made her clench around him for a second.

Jimin took one of his hands and started to rub her swollen clit that drove her into clenching tightly around him. He huffed out her name in a silent moan beside her ear. His mouth dropped open a bit when he felt her intentionally clenching around him. He couldn’t think straight for exactly five seconds before he continued to rub her clit with his finger. Jimin felt himself closer to orgasming that made him panic inwardly. He didn’t want to cum before her; it would be such a turn off if he did that.

“Look at me.” He growled at her in a low voice.

Eunbi gladly obliged and tore her eyes open to look at him properly. The second she moved her head to the side to see him, Jimin cupped both sides of her face with his hands and kissed her, making sure to continue his thrusts. Eunbi immediately kissed him back, as passionately as him. Her back arched a bit that made her chest get pressed against his tightly. Unfortunately, the kiss didn’t distract them from their upcoming climax. Eunbi didn’t want to orgasm again; it felt way too good that she wanted to bask in constant pleasure.

It felt so different from her previous experiences. She really couldn't describe how she felt, but each time he kissed her or thrusted harder, she could feel her stomach convulse and spasm. Along with that, she could feel herself come close to her orgasm for the second time. It was the best fuck she had in her entire life.

“Ah, fuck. I’m so close.” Jimin admitted sheepishly after he pulled away. “I don’t want to orgasm before you do.”

“I’m pretty close too.” Eunbi’s words did surprised him a bit. He thought that she was nowhere near orgasming. ‘That explains why she kept…’ he thought to himself then dropped his hands from her face. “Don’t cum yet, though. It would be such a dick move if you do.”

Jimin chuckled at her warning and nodded his head obediently.

His hand went back to her clit while the other one cupped her breast this time. His thrusts were becoming more sluggish and messy, but he tried to maintain his rhythm. He buried his face in her neck again, not thinking of anything other than making the two of them orgasm. Lewd sounds filled the room; the sound of his skin hitting against hers.

“Cum for me, baby girl. S-Show me how badly you want to cum.”

It wasn’t long until Eunbi came. Her grip on his torso went loose while Jimin’s name rolled off her mouth in a never-ending mantra. Her back arched once again, making her press her boobs press against her chest. Hot waves of pleasure filled her body due to her powerful orgasm. It was very powerful that she curled her toes and bolts of energy ran through her body.

Her muscles kept pulsing and clenching around him that made drove him to his climax too. He moaned her name against her neck and kept thrusting into her slowly this time. Eunbi moved her hips against his to help him—and her, too—ride off their highs.

Jimin slumped against her body, completely boneless in her. The two laid there in silence for a couple of seconds, recovering from their intense orgasms. It wasn’t long before Jimin pulled out of her. He took off his used condom and threw it away. He leaned over her body and grabbed one of his clothes to wipe her core from her and his juices. He took her hoodie and sweatpants, gently putting them on his naked girl’s body. Jimin wore his boxers before he proceeded by covering their body with her blankets and laying down by her side. Thankfully, the couch was quite spacious, so they weren’t stuck to each other.

It took him a while to notice her lingering stare on him that made his eyes crinkle into a small eye-smile. His arms wrapped around her bare waist comfortably and pulled her closer to him. He could feel her heart beating extremely quick in the same way his beat for her. They were literally connected by the heart. He could even feel their hearts beating at the same time after a while. For the first time in his life, he felt that much of a connection to someone. That connection made him peaceful.

Eunbi couldn’t stop staring at Jimin. She grew attached to him, and she doesn’t find herself leaving him anytime soon. Hopefully, she never would. After spending those past weeks in bad blood with him, Eunbi realized that she wouldn’t be able to live without him. His constant teasing and bragging grew on her that her day felt empty whenever he didn’t do that. By then, Eunbi realized that she fell way too deep.

Soon, physical exhaustion overcame them that made them fall asleep. Jimin made sure to peck her forehead and whisper ‘I won. Good-night, princess.' before he slept after her.

When the duo entered the long, dining hall together, small whispers erupted at the sight of them not bickering for once. Eunbi would always have an annoyed face whenever Jimin was beside her, but she was laughing with him. The sight of her laughing at him while he looked at her with a faint smile and fondness in his eyes was bizarre and weird to other students. They, the new couple, didn’t seem that bothered by the stares they received and nonchalantly sat down beside Eunbi’s friend, Yerin, whose mouth was open in shock.

“You two… what?” Yerin said, forgetting how to speak properly. She stared at them; they sat on the seats in front of her together. They often sat away from each other or one sat on the opposite side of the other. Yerin swallowed her food and pointed her with her metal chopsticks at them. “Do you guys like… like each other or something?”

Jimin glanced at Eunbi then shrugged at Yerin’s question with an ‘innocent’ smirk. He secretly intertwined his pinky finger with hers beneath the table and started eating without saying anything.

While Eunbi ignored her friend’s question and started eating, she tugged his finger, holding back a smile. She could definitely get used to this.

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Prompt #5

My characters are stupid and in love and just about to get out of highschool and see the world, and your character recently had a rumor go around saying that they slept with one of them while drunk at a party

Maybe they are approaching them about the rumor? Maybe someone wanted to break them up with their current partner, and my character was an easy target? Maybe they break down in front of the two of them because of it, and get a nice long "it's just a rumor, why are you letting it get to you," comfort talk from them. Hell, maybe they were the one that started the rumor bc they want to sleep with one of them, but THAT didn't go as planned. Lots of possibilities.

Or maybe it isn't even bc of the rumor. Maybe they heard about their plan to leave and they want in. Tbh, I like the idea of them ending up last minute joining them on the trip regardless. There two are undeniably heavy go with the flow types, and if a cute person that also has nothing to loose wants to come with them on a stupid road trip who are they to say no? At the very least, I'd like them to drag your character off to ditch the rest of the school day with them, giving your character a day off from whatever they're going through, and then to go from there.

Also, there IS mentions of sex, but in the "we're high schoolers experimenting with our sexuality," kind of way. And I AM willing to let this get nsfw, but I'd like build up, Cha know?

Double also, you don't have to match length, but please at least give me enough to work with? Like this is REALLY long, it got way out of hand. But I'm not picky about reply length, I just try and match my partners.

Finally, a quick description of my characters. Eden is about 18, with long black hair she normally either throws into a braid or a bun, toned skin with freckles on her face, painted nails and green eyes. She's about 5'11. She can be a bit harsh to people she doesn't like, kind of uncaring. Not in a malicious sort of way, in the "I don't think this person matters in my life" kind of way. She has a belly button piercing, and a few in her ears. Nipples pierced as well.

The other one is Masao. He's 19 at the start of this. Same height as Eden, with brown eyes and dark skin. Hair in dreadlocks, where some of the dreads are bleached blonde to replicate highlights. Piercings in his ears, a tattoo or thorns and roses that goes around his upper arm and chest. Scarring on his lower right chin and upper shoulder and chest, tho that area is covered by said tattoo.

(Some wise man once said that people were cruel.)

He'd been 17 when he met her. She was a year or so younger then him, but the same kind of younger that everyone else in class was. He'd been held back once upon a time, at some point in elementary school that was too far beyond recollection in actual memory. He had a belief his parents just forgot to enroll him into school until a year after he was suppose to. Maybe faced some governmental push back or something.

It wasn't like they'd been the fastest of friends. For a while, they just knew each other by name and nothing more. It wasn't like he had that many friends to begin with. He wasn't oblivious to that fact. He was, a loner at heart. Friends were tiring, and he had more then enough to deal with the stress that came with it. But it wasn't like he was particularly bullied or picked on. He was background noise at best, nonexistent in the minds of his classmates at worst.

She was tall, height only increased by the fact that she sported heels on a bi-daily basis. Her gaze was sharp and critical, holding knives to others as she analyzed and took sight of them. However she was, also undeniably, quite pretty, and her laugh was like bells in his eyes. He admired her, in a way. She spoke her mind, loud and clear. Managed to have a nice group of people she spent enough time with. They got thrown into a group together for an end of the year project their junior year. That's when they really began speaking.

("I don't like them," She admitted, the first time they actually got really personal with one another. Perhaps about the forth or fifth time they'd slept together? At the very least, it was around the time awkward, clunky touches that had once only been there to experiement were now, becoming careful and sweet, purposefully lingering far more then they were the first few times, "I mean, not to sound like the edgiest fool around, but most of the people aren't really my friends, persay. I just kinda.. tolerate them. They're the kind of people that are going to be like 'lets stay in contact after highschool! Talk to you lots!' only to turn around and forget you exist. I don't mind it. It's just how it is, I guess,"

Yeah. He couldn't help but agree with the sediment. She'd continue on to talk about physically bearing but emotionally distant parents, and he'd return with talk of uncaring and neglect. It was the first time either of them had told anyone about it, and it was. Nice. Not good, not bad, but nice.)

It only took a few meetings for them to sleep together.

She told him to come over her house for the project. And, well. He was always looking for an excuse to leave home. They'd managed to get most of what they needed to done for it within the first night, and it was well into the night before the two of them began really talking.

("Your cute," she'd tell him, a little before the first time they fucked, "like, real cute. You have a nice face to you, I think. Ya just don't do anything with it," she'd pause, giving her makeup bag a look, "most men don't, but. Ya know."

He'd just shrug, his hands on pieces of paper that they'd reviewed so many times over that there really was no point in doing so anymore, "I wouldn't mind the idea of it.  Might, uh. Be nice to clear up some of the scarring? I just don't know how."

Her eyes glinted with intrigue, and she zipped open the makeup bag without another thought. They slept together that night, uncertain touches just being pleasurable enough to get rid of the awkward air that came with it. She.. undeniably knew more them him. But maybe that was to be expected.)

"It's not healthy," he pointed out, when he noticed the way she started drawing in from her old group of friends and coming to linger by him more and more.

"What? Pulling back from a group of people I didn't like talking to anyway, and would have ended up going the rest of my life ignoring? Please," She'd rolled her eyes, reaching over to snag one of his chips from him. The librarian shot them a dirty look, but ultimately continued to let them eat their lunch in here, "Now, when were the days you're free at the beginning of school break? I just got my license and I want to go up to the lake," she'd take his DS out of his hand as she spoke and go through his team for the 5th time that day, but it was okay because he'd do the same in return.

("Won't they be mad?" He asked, the first night they'd spent up at the lake together. He'd spent most of it with his head tucked under her chin, the two of them finding solice in slowly growing familiar touches, "your parents, I mean."

She'd shrugged, "they aren't home this weekend. Some big important business meeting in Vegas. Bet they're just going to go there and drink and gamble though, ya know?" She'd rub her eyes, and look up out of the sunroof of her car, watching the stars that were scattered across the sky, "hey, move off me for a moment. I brought my DS and some snacks. Tell me, do you think I should keep Mawile or Sableye on my team?")

They grew closer and closer that summer. She enlisted his help in making videos for the internet, small silly vlogs that talked about anything and everything. But her personality was electric, and enticing, and he wasn't surprised when she got just a base following. She hug out with her old friends just enough to keep them in her mind, but not enough that she would actually miss them once she'd left. Or so she'd said. They went to the occasional party, he snuck in through the window by climbing an old oak at night.

It was stupid, and to a small degree vanilla. Stereotypical, to every other degree. He enjoyed every moment of it.

("Have you ever thought about leaving?" She'd ask him, only a few days before their senior year started.

He looked thoughtful, carefully above him.

"Yeah. I've been working since I was 16, to do exactly that," he finally told her, after just long enough had passed that she was beginning to squirm and stare, "Never actually thought I'd do it but. I might start considering it again."

Her eyes would twinkle, and she slowly rose up, "ever thought about seeing the world?")

There was a rumor that rooted itself down only three or so weeks before school ended. Something about him sleeping with someone who's name he knew of but face he wouldn't be able to recall. It was something he didn't pay much mind, or care too much about. There weren't many things that got his attention, after all.

Direct eye contact was one of those things. People didn't NOTICE him. He was normally background noise, the brown haired npc in the back of a shitty card anime. The one that didn't have focus on him. But things were... Something was off. He could tell by the way he was catching people's eyes, and the fact that it would linger. It made him want to find Eden, and press himself tight up under her arm her so he could pretend they were looking at her instead of him. That was a little more common, felt a little more natural.

"Hey, didn't you hear?" They spoke quietly, like having seen him reminded them of something that they'd heard recently. He tried not to perk too much. Not particularly with joy, but rather to attention. The two grew too quiet for him to hear, but when he did...

"THAT'S who they fucked?" He didn't have to look to know they were, at least, raising their eyebrow at him. His interests perked, if only for a moment. It wasn't like he was going around sleeping with the crowd. He was, at least for the moment, perfect content with just his current partner.

"Yeah. Odd guy that's almost never apart from Eden? That's him."

A laugh, "Yeah, nice choice there," before going about their marry way. Something about first times, wondering ifs. He didn't pay it much attention. Took note of it, but also just. Watched, for a while. Took note that more and more people were beginning to talk about it. It was just enough to catch his interest, just enough to keep it on his mind.

But. For a while, he was content with just ignoring it. It, really wasn't his issue. People very obviously didn't like him already, so this had to be more of an attack on them then it was him. And while he didn't appreciate being used as someones scrape-goat, but it wasn't his issue

(She had a van miraculously paid off by parents who modestly kept more money then they'd ever be able to spend (and the desire to buy the love they never bothered showing), and had a face familiar enough to the internet that would get someone a comfortable amount of extra cash would they be living a normal life style, but not familiar enough that should that theoretical person have that theoretical life style, be able to live off that sum of money from month to month. He had savings from about 4 years of work and planning, and the same will as hers to get away from the type of familiarity that brought discomfort and disgust. And damn if they weren't going to put their combined resources to good use.)

He did, however, bring it up exactly once to Eden. It was on one of those nights where he'd spent the night away from parents who'd sparsely cared about his whereabouts, tucked away in the dark behind locked doors in the house of a girl who's parents cared too much of her whereabouts. The familiarity and comfort soothed the anxiety and dread that haunted his dreams, and the rain pounded against all too clean windows

"What do you think?" He'd ask, rolling up onto her waist. His motions weren't smooth, and between them being about the same size it took a moment to steady. But her hand rested on his side, and she seemed to think about it for a good, single moment.

"I think someone's either trying to rip their reputation down or fuck with yours. Seems petty, for one of the last two weeks of school. Maybe wants to break them up with whoever they're fuckin? Could be a lot of things, really," her hand traced a tattoo that was normally well hidden in front of her parents, but without a shirt was well on display for her to see. It covered scars he did well not to talk about, and she did just as well not to bring up. After all. She'd seen them before they'd gotten covered, and she knew the stories behind them.

And even if she hadn't.. well. Was it really her place to dig? He came to her when he was comfortable with things he wanted to say, and who was she to force him to tell her things.

"Thats not what I meant," though he seemed amused

"Mm?"

"What if I had slept with them,"

"Oh," she looked bemused, but didn't even seem startled at the question, "well first of all, I'd ask how you managed to land that one-"

"Rumor goes we slept together drunk at some party we didn't even go to last week.  Something like that."

"-because one, I want in on it too, and two. Attractive as you are, You don't particularly walk in the same social circles," hands that were naturally toned, but still far lighter then his own warm, dark skin, brushed up and down against his arms.

"...That said, I am serious," his face fell as he spoke, and he'd roll back onto his side as he spoke. She seemed miffed by the sudden lack of contact, but she was quick to follow him, rolling herself onto her own side and allowing an arm to wrap about his, "If something like it did happen, what would ya think?"

"Ah. well..." She hesitated again, though this time eyes glittering with intrigue and thought. He could see the gears turning in her brain, the way her mind buzzed with each and every thought, "I don't think I'd particularly mind. S'not like we're going to be here within the month," a clap of thunder, and a flash of lightning, and "Enjoy yourself. You don't let yourself have stuff. If what you want to do is go around and sleep with strange pretty girls and boys you've met at parties-"

"It's not, I think,"

"Who the hell am I to stop you? Sleep with a teacher for all I care," he'd roll his eyes, and she'd pull the fallen blanket closer to them as the both of them began to feel the effects of chill on bare skin, "just don't give me an STD or anything."

And that was that. The subject would change, and they'd sit there with their voices all but whispers, waiting until at least one of them finally let sleep get to them.

("I could make a blog about it," she'd said, as they'd been working on their plan, "would go along nicely with my videos, yeah? Talk about everywhere were going, what it was like, what the people were like," She nodded to the lists they'd slowly been working on separately, but combining together.

Lists of anything and everything they could find. National and international landmarks and tourist traps, beautiful national parks and natural formations, restaurant they'd found from clickbait internet videos that made this mouth water and stomachs jump. Ghost towns, water parks and amusement parts, even a few medieval fairs that only opened on certain parts of the year. A list with Interesting small towns in foreign countries tucked away in a passport that she'd gotten the day she'd turned 18 with money she'd stashed away in the back of dresser for the last few years. They'd been in the process of organizing it, listing where everything was in order and making guesses on how much they'd spend where.

There's was no guess for time. There was no need for it. They had all the time they could want when they left. Their only indication of when it would be time to leave would be when the buzz and excitement of the place they were at wore down, and their itch and curiosity for the next place would overpower it.

"Maybe," he'd nod, reaching over to fumble with a camera that they would only pack away last minute, "You'd need to get a domain name and set up a site. But I think we can make something work out?" She'd nod, and they'd move onto the next bit of planning that they'd scattered out.)

That was, of course, until they approached /him/ about it.

He'd been sitting against Eden, thumbing a joint between his fingers and letting smoke fill the air around them. It was the kind of atmosphere that soothed his anxiety, giving him a moment to breath. They'd been doing this more and more often. Which was saying something in itself, he supposed. But the weeks were practically getting shorter, days growing closer and closer to graduation till there was only three days left. Classes had turned to practice (wasn't like either of them were going to graduation) and the only reason he'd bothered to come to school at all was nothing but an excuse to see her, despite having all but moved himself into her bedroom at night.

"We could leave for the day," She'd offer, her hands brushing through his hair in a quiet, soothing gesture. Following against a long, bleached dread and landing to lightly scratch against the cloth of his shirt, "what are they going to do? Suspend us the last few days of school," his eyebrows raised with intrigue, and he didn't have to say anything before she was adding in her "Mmm. And any trouble I get into with my folks won't matter within the next few days. And as nice as sitting and getting wet under a bunch of bleachers sounds, I think sitting in a warm car sounds better. The mattress is already set up in it, yeah? Maybe we can go up to the lake and watch the rain on it. Smoke for a bit. I bet steam is rising from it today. Creates a nice fog, ya know?"

Well. She wasn't wrong.

He nodded, throwing the rest of what he'd been smoking down on the ground and stomping it out, "Yeah. Sounds good. Maybe we can spend the rest of the night there. Could probably just talk a teacher into giving us out graduation certificated Early, and not come back. If we really wanted to"

"We could, mm..."

His eyes flicked up, meeting the eyes of someone he didn't think he'd bother to see or remember the name of within the next few months. More importantly, he felt the way Eden stiffened next to him, and with a glance he could quickly tell how her eyes would narrow with suspicion and uncertainty and distrust.

Eden rose up from her spot, hands in her pocket and eyes narrowed in their direction.

"Hey pretty-face, if you're here about the rumor, he didn't start it," She was careful to place herself between them, eyes quick to fall up and down. Behind the distrust was curiosity, and behind the curious was.. well, amusement, to a small degree, "Though, I guess that depends on how much you take my word for it. And if you aren't here about the rumor... Well, color me curious."

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