#its past midnight im screaming im so tired

[tinyidle]

Been surfing through your answered asks and I must say.. now I cannot stop imagining evil villainess Sunmi defeating and ultimately breaking Sailor Moon MiYeon.. although, I'll leave it to your imagination on how Sunmi would "break" MiYeon and make her bend to the dark side ;)

Come with Me to the Dark Side - CMY x LSM

ooh my first ever idol crossover au imagine. want to know a secret? i never watched sailor moon before. shocker, right? so i decided to watch episode one to see what im going for. and man, i found all i needed for this ask. hope you enjoy!

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WARNING: alternate universe (1992 tokyo anime), a bit of adventure, smut, tw: some manipulation, manhandling, some swearing/cursing, corruption k*nk, dom nickname "miss" and sub nicknames "girl", "angel", and "bunny" are used, a bit of struggling, miyeon is sort of a brat (noncompliant), small teasing, quick str*ptraining, r*d*ng, br*ast play and k*nk, sort of dark end (spoiler: the hero loses but escapes at the last second), dom!sunmi, sub(who thinks she's a switch at first)!miyeon, morga!sunmi, sailormoon!miyeon, ofc all fiction lol how could this ever be real

wc: 2.4k (my goodness that's a lot of words)

tags: @jisuahh

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sailor moon miyeon heard her friend cry out for help in the distance while she was at home getting ready for bed. miyeon said the magic costume transformation words 'moon prism power makeup', and with that, she, along with her cat friend and superhero-help luna, located where her friend was screaming at.

"i guess it's time to save her life, again," miyeon half-joked. her friend always seemed to be getting into paranormal trouble and always needed her saving. as sailor moon, it was rather easy for her to save the one human friend she has since her screams would be quite distinctive to pinpoint where she'd be at.

when miyeon went to go help her friend at the empty and abandoned jewelry store, she was met with the ugliest thing she's ever seen. the monstrous creature had her poor friend in a singular hand chokehold, and seemed to want to break her neck in the process. although she wanted to turn around and hide, miyeon called out to the monster.

"leave my friend alone!" miyeon said. the monster craned its wrinkly neck and dropped her friend to the ground while she desperately choked and gasped for air. the monster then charged at miyeon but she used her tiara (as requested by luna) to defeat the monster. or so she thought she did.

"are you okay?" miyeon asked her friend, rubbing her back to make sure she was breathing properly. the friend, who didn't realize it was miyeon who saved her nodded that she was in fact okay.

"thank you, sailor moon," she said, rubbing her chest and leveling her breathing even more.

"no problem. now go home and try to drink some tea and do a 5-minute stretch before you sleep." her friend nodded and hugged miyeon before walking away.

when miyeon was dusting herself off and was heading out the doors, she heard a low growl.

the monster.

"wait," the monster said. when miyeon turned around in nervousness she saw how the monster transformed into a beautiful woman with gorgeously turquoise blue hair. still, the heroine wasn't dumb enough to stay and quickly turned to the double doors.

"i said wait!" and the monster-turned-woman ran and grabbed miyeon's arm. "my name is morga, and i think you've got what it takes to get to be a part of my team."

miyeon couldn't believe what she just heard. she had just defeated a monster from causing another casualty in a peaceful shopping place and this woman- this thing- wanted her to be a part of her sinister team? "why would i ever want to be a part of evil? you almost killed an innocent citizen!" miyeon was very tired and frustrated at this point. she just wanted to go home and sleep since it was late at night, being past midnight.

"i can tell you're cranky because of lack of sleep." wait, how did she know that? can this beautiful monster read the minds of even the superheroes? "if i take you to my place to rest, then maybe we can talk about it, okay?" thinking she had nothing to lose, as well as being extremely lethargic at the moment, miyeon nodded. "what's your name, by the way? i know you're 'all good' and whatever, but i don't know your alias."

"sailor moon," miyeon said. "but you can call me miyeon, if you like."

"okay, sailor. as you know im morga, but you can call me sunmi since im in my human form right now. come, let's go to my place."

the ride to morga sunmi's place was rather, interesting to say the least. sunmi while flying kept looking at miyeon and the heroine had to keep reminding the villainess to keep her eyes on the sky location as to not miss her spot. they arrived at sunmi's beautiful mansion that looked way too spacious to live alone in. sunmi could also tell her guest was impressed by the way her face showed an expression of awe.

"you like it, huh? yup, 465 sq m worth ¥93 million all for me. i could really like someone to share it with." sunmi leaned toward the still stunned miyeon and brushed her hand over the younger's arm. she then leaned a bit downwards, stuck out her serpent-like tongue, and licked around the shell of the younger's ear, making her shiver."

this action made miyeon snap out of her trance, suddenly remembering how tired she was despite the burst of energy she got from viewing the extravagant house. "look, i like your house, and you're a beautiful woman," the shorter complimented.

"why thank you," sunmi took the compliments well.

"but," sunmi started to get a bit infuriated by this simple word, "i already have a home. i have a lovely cat, a lovely job, a lovely family, and i love being on the side of saving mankind in tokyo instead of causing terror. so please let me sleep somewhere and i can go home first thing tomorrow morning."

sunmi did not take this well, as miyeon got a little worried of the blue-haired woman's blood-red eyes. but those signs of anger and aggression lasted for a mere 5 seconds, as she calmed down and slowly began to speak. "you can still have all you want. all that im asking for is that you move in here with me, make some more family and friends, keep your cat, and make much more than what you do in your job of 'fighting crime'. come, join me to the dark side."

miyeon was keeping her guard, although the woman in front of her was slowly enticing her. "if you can make me comfortable here, then ill think about going to 'the dark side', as you call it." yawning and stretching her long arms, the heroine walked to a room to where sunmi motioned for her to sleep in.

unfortunately, miyeon couldn't sleep for long due to the adrenaline of sleeping in her enemy's home. the bed was oddly warm, and she woke up in a cold sweat. she needed a drink. she needed relief. as if on cue, sunmi came into the room her guest was lying on, dazed and confused and quite horny.

"what... are you doing..?" the younger asked the older while scanning the sight in front of her. sunmi had a purple lace lingerie set, in a dominitrix-like set. she also had a fan and a long and pretty strapon with the same color. her hip was jutted out to make her look sexier than she already was, and was it making miyeon long for this woman.

sunmi slowly walked up to the bed, purposefully swaying her hips. "i know you don't want to stay here, but ill make sure that after i finish making you comfortable, you'd never want to go home again." she could tell her guest wanted to leave, so she immediately sat down and ran her long multi-colored nails to down the shivering woman's leg, calming her a bit. "will you give me a chance?"

miyeon was very sweaty at this point, very much unwilling to stay. but at the same time, she wanted to see what sunmi could do with that strap of hers. she devised a plan. "i guess you can. but make it quick since im still not so sure."

"oh, bunny, by the time im done, you'll be sure alright." sunmi searched for any signs of true worry. she, in fact, could read minds, and saw that miyeon wanted her but was putting on a front. this will be fun. "are you perhaps a virgin?"

as much as she wanted to lie, she could tell sunmi saw right through her, so she spoke truthfully. "ive had a fair share of dick in my life."

"mmm, okay. how would you like me to take you?" sunmi could sense miyeon's heartbeat race as well as her growing wetness increase. she suddenly pushed the younger down and caged her with her slender arms, making miyeon gasp out of slight shock and pleasure.

"i.. would like you to do what you want to me, miss". ahh, sunmi realized she broke her sweet angel from a sailor warrior woman to her little baby for the picking. she passed her long fingers against miyeon's arm and felt her try to fight with the way she felt her turn.

"stay still so i can do what i want," she said. surprisingly miyeon hid in the back of her mind that she was planning to leave. miyeon tried to struggle against sunmi's hold while sunmi fought to keep the relentless girl still. "if you keep moving ill punish you."

miyeon, not giving up without a fight, tried to coax the woman above her. "miss, let me go so i can please you too-"

"i know your antics, angel." sunmi interrupted. miyeon realized she was trapped. she couldn't go away. soon she couldn't struggle anymore because she felt rope being tied behind her back. "now ill have no choice but to punish you." sunmi felt her guest's heart race once more, making her smile her sinister smile.

miyeon wanted so hard to cry, but all the water that could have been used for tears was used in sweat, and she felt helpless as the only other fluid that was used to express her emotions was her arousal, and sunmi knew that pretty well. sunmi drew her nail along the outline of miyeon's beautiful breast, and, in one swift motion, tore the heroine's dress in half, exposing the woman's flushed body.

"ill take my time with you, got that?" not wanting to speak in fear of saying what she wanted to, miyeon nodded to her acquaintance-turned-captor. sunmi smirked. "good girl," she said. "now, let me make you comfortable."

sunmi took her time kissing and licking miyeon jaw and neck, leaving ant-like bites on the younger's smooth skin. the heroine shuffled throughout the whole thing, but the more she struggled, the harsher sunmi sucked, causing miyeon to gasp in pleasurable pain. going down to miyeon's beautiful breasts, she continued her assaults, but more gentle this time as to not cause miyeon actual pain. she wanted to coax the girl to stay, not traumatize her and convince her to leave.

"please-" miyeon moaned. she couldn't take it anymore. she relaxed her muscles and finally let her guard down. she wanted morga. she wanted sunmi. "please let me cum."

sunmi's ministrations to the younger's chest stopped. "oh? so you finally decided to do as i say?" miyeon nodded and pleaded again. sunmi, feeling rather cocky about this, decided to have her way. "alright. but just know that if you struggle, you get punished."

running her long, manicured fingers all over the heroine's boobs and stomach, sunmi's hands immediately trailed to miyeon's clit. miyeon, beyond her own will, moaned and keened to her captor's touch. smirking, sunmi used her hand to rub circles around the area.

"i knew you would break for me sooner or later, bunny." after some rubbing, sunmi moved to where miyeon's legs were, opened them even more, and stuck her pointer finger to feel how wet the younger was. she was very wet. "i can't wait anymore, angel. ill let you ride me right now."

sunmi saw her guest shake her head, but she felt her cunt tell a different story. laying down, she pulled miyeon to her lap and guided her purple dick to her cavern. "go ahead," sunmi encouraged. "sit down and get comfortable."

whimpering but obviously needy, miyeon lifted herself up a little bit and rubbed the toy against her wet hole, until slowly sitting down on it. she gasped and let out a rather high-pitched moan. "mommy. it feels s-so..."

"i know, my precious girl. adjust to it so that i fuck you." miyeon obeyed and slowly rocked back and forth on the strap around sunmi. when miyeon felt loose enough, she started to bounce slowly until she got into a good enough rhythm, her moans rather quiet. sunmi held her waist the entire time.

soon enough sunmi got bored and put miyeon's hands to her shoulders while she gripped onto the younger's hips, sometimes going lower to squeeze her butt. "im going to fuck you harder so that mommy can cum with you, okay?"

miyeon nodded and started to speak. "okay- oh FUCK." she couldn't finish her sentence before sunmi began to thrust inside of her at a brutally fast pace. miyeon fell down to sunmi's chest while sunmi kept pounding into the heroine. "can i suck on your breasts, mommy? please, to help me cum? god, i want to cum,i can't take it anymore."

sunmi loved the begging. "shit- go ahead, bunny." sunmi let one of her hands that was on miyeon's hip go to her own chest and pulled her boobs out. miyeon immediately latched her hot and awaiting mouth onto sunmi's breast and sucked and licked around and on the nipple.

she let go to call out, "im cumming mommy. FUCK!" she came so hard that the toy slipped out of her cunt from the amount of wetness. sunmi, being extremely turned on by what happened, came as well. she then took the same hand she used to rub miyeon to overstimulate her. "mommy, please! i can't!" miyeon jerked at sunmi's touch.

"you can do it, angel." sunmi said. after a few more rub and a couple of finger fucks, miyeon again came hard. she was spent, and sunmi saw that in her face and read it in her blank mind. "you did well, my precious girl."

she laid her down on the nearby chair and quickly changed the sheets to lay her back on the bed. meanwhile, when miyeon caught her breath, she conjured up a plan to leave and made it seem like she had no thoughts. sunmi left the room while miyeon was sleeping.

when the morning hit, sunmi went to the room to check on her guest. "hello, angel. are thinking about joining the dark side?" when she pulled the cover down from the bed and saw no sailor moon nor miyeon, her eyes glowed a dark red. "the bitch!" she fumed out.

she was about to track the heroine down, but then she remembered: she's a hero. with sunmi being a villain, she'll one day see her again. with her always doing evil, she'll see her again soon. but the next time she tries to recruit her again,

she won't be alone.

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sorry this took so long. school and other stuff (such as lack of motivation) got in the way. but yeah, hope you enjoyed this!

#gidle smut #miyeon smut #sunmi smut #crossover idol smut #kpop smut

[gojology]

Clubs Aren’t My Thing. (2/2) (18+)

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 | woooo, part 2 ! as stated previously, this is heavily inspired by @/mystic-sky on tumblr or skyfelt on ao3. amazing writer, check her out (but this isn’t a direct copy, just same storyline in a way). i’m cleaning up my writing a lot, i think. maybe im getting better as well? probably not but uh i kinda gave up at the end and uh.. hope u enjoy.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | Voyeurism To Some Degree, Teasing, Ripped Tights, I didn’t proof read. 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 | Dom! Gojo x Sub! Female Reader

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 | 4561

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 | In which you finally get fucked by this mysterious, yet freakishly handsome stranger. That’s it, you just get fucked.

       The first thing you realize is how cold it is.     The wind is working against you, it seems, as you take your first step out of the warm building. Hair blows in every direction, you button up your cardigan, your breath coming out in puffs of smoke. Shivers went down your spine.    Not too far behind you, the mysterious man that you had met just an hour ago trailed behind, winking and waving at the girls confidently using him as eye-candy. Long strides, hands shoved into his pockets.    Your heart swells as you watch other woman stare flirtatiously as he gestured back at them, before their eyes set on you. He followed you like a duckling, and you’re sure to relish in how powerful it made you feel.    He walked like a model, with so much confidence. He didn’t appear as cold, his cheeks were flush and he reeked of fruity sugary alcohol, a playful grin still stubbornly on his face, 5 minutes later.    “Uber should be coming soon... I think, too lazy to check. You cold?” he slurred huskily.    You nod. For a one night stand, he was strangely kind to you.     He doesn’t say anything after that, so you opt to listen to the life around you. The clicking of high heels, the chatter, the drunken rants.     “Aw, come here.”     He didn’t give you much of a choice, though. Pulling you in to his chest, without warning. Your first instinct is to scream bloody murder, but he’s so warm, and you definitely need it.    One loose arm over your figure, his unoccupied arm dangled dangerously close to your butt. Taking in a deep breath, anticipating the feeling of being so scandalous in public, he chuckles breathily, almost like a taunt. You can feel the rumble in his chest as he cleared his throat.    You stare up at him, confused as to why you’re not feeling anything in your lower regions, before you realize what he was doing.    Rubbing your head with the once unoccupied hand, his fingers weaved into your hair as he sniffled. Something about the interaction was strangely intimate, but you don’t dare to say a word.     You inhale sharply, rubbing your face into his chest. You want to get closer, deep in bliss as he seemed to return the want back. You want to close any remaining space between the two of you, but making the first move was scary.    He yawns, and this triggers you to yawn as well. It was probably well past 1 AM by now, and you were tired.    You couldn’t hear much around you other then the honk of the growing sea of cars, some people just starting their night, and the others ending it.     “Oh shit. Our Uber’s here.” he mutters under his breath, pushing you out of his chest gently.    Whining, you try to push yourself back into his arms, he takes a quick glance down at you, traces of a faint lukewarm smile playing upon his lips. Almost like he’s saying, “Are you kidding me right now?” before taking a hold of your hand.     Fingers intertwining as if they were meant to be together, you gawk down at your hands, before looking back up at him.     There were a few issues, one, you had no idea if this man had an intent to kidnap you. Second, you didn’t know what the Uber looked like, and you’re too embarrassed to ask. Third, he was holding your hand with no hesitation, and the feeling in your chest was indescribable.    You can’t tell what he’s thinking, but you hope that it’s something along the lines of what you’re thinking. Your eyes briefly flickering over his jawline as you pondered to yourself, but what you do know is that you’re being dragged towards the presumed Uber. It’s sleek, and black, with a glossy finish, you note.    “Yo chill, I’m not gonna kidnap you, missy.” chuckling, examining your doubtful, yet frightened expression. He swung open the car door carelessly.    “After you, m’lady.” he adds, bowing and straightening, his chin up.     “Thank you, Sir Mysterious.” you give him a small smile before sliding into the sleek, comfortable seats.     His eyebrow raised, he looked at you.    “That’s a first.”     “It’s also a shit nickname, maybe that’s why you’ve never heard it.” you suggested.    “I like it. Has a nice ring to it.” a lukewarm smile played at his glossy lips.    The sly smile wipes clean off your face, he laughs at you while sliding into his designated seat, as if he owned the car.    Right. You were in a car, and it would be best for you to study your surroundings, just to make sure you weren’t being kidnapped.     The car was obviously expensive, black leather reclining seats, and a sweet offering of warmth against the chill of the midnight air.    A coffee cup idly stood in the cup holder, the driver taking a quick sip and turning his body to look at you two. Air fresheners and various trinkets dangled from the rear-view mirror, swinging back and forth     “A couple, eh? You wanna go to this address?”     The driver whipped his phone out, an address in black, bold text stood out.     “Yep.” the man says confidently.     Opening your mouth to speak, you try to inform the driver that he wasn’t your boyfriend, before your supposed boyfriend covers your mouth with his hand as soon as the driver repositioned towards the steering wheel.     You realize that his other hand is on your thigh, stroking your skin.    This newfound position was at the very least, terrifying. There was another person in the vehicle, for starters, and you weren’t exactly the quiet type when it came to, well, anything in general.     Cold, large calloused hands considerately caressed your thigh, and your breathing hitches. His other arm against his side, but you know his fingers are itching to feel you all over. You want to moan, but the driver’s presence is enough to tell you that it would be stupid.    Fingers drawing shapes, words, anything would repeatedly loop on the sensitive skin just barely. He was definitely teasing you, but you couldn’t quite fight back.    “Why don’t you be a good girl and stay quiet for me?” he whispers, you anticipate the driver to look back at the two of you, and to throw both of you off the car, but he does no such thing.    Feebly, you raise your arm up, ignoring the flirtatious request. Swatting his hand away in a desperate attempt to get him to stop before it got out of hand, but he’s persistent.    It’s getting even more difficult to breathe quietly now, your body getting hotter and hotter and hotter.    It doesn’t take long for a noise to slip out from your lips that you can’t quite shut up, and the driver turns to look at you.     “So precious.” the white haired man mouths to you before quickly turning his head to look at the window, humming to himself, still caressing your thigh.     “Ma’am? Are you okay?”     About to respond, the white haired man scooched closer to you. His clothed leg now rubbing your bare skin. He whistles innocently in the opposite direction before skimming his hand against your inner thigh, and you almost shriek.    Instead, you let out a pathetic gasp.    Panning his gaze over to you, he gives you a sly, playful smirk, before looking away again.    Drawing more shapes onto your skin, he hums. It was so hard to focus, or even remember the words the driver had said literally just a minute ago. You feel yourself shiver, almost losing yourself entirely to his hands before shakily responding to the driver, praying to any divine figure in the skies that you would be coherent.     “Y-yeah. Just, spilled water on m-my clothes.” you reply, barely audible.     The driver’s eyes stared back at yours, concern etched onto his features, before sighing. Tension grew inside of you.    “Alright, if you need anything, just ask, okay ma’am?”     Trying to respond, no sound comes out of your mouth, and the reason dawns on you. Taking a quick look down, the man’s digits were now fumbling with your panties, brushing against your wetness.     It takes a moment for you to register in your brain, you thank every entity possible for preventing the inevitable slew of noises you’d make. Waves of need crashing over your body. You hungrily stare at him, hoping that he’d be kind enough to stop and save it for later.     Circling your entrance through the now utterly soaked panties, he dips his finger in, just enough so you could feel the slight pressure against your sensitive skin.    He’s fucking taunting you again.    Driver be damned, you needed him.    Opening your legs more, you confidently peer at him, inviting him to explore your body even more. His fingers are drumming against the leather surface, the other hand had retreated back to your thigh,  boldly looking at you back.     “No. I thought you didn’t want to, what’s with the change of thought?” he mouths, stifling a chuckle and a smug tone, already knowing what you were going to ask.   Bewildered, you gape at him before shaking your head curtly, making sure you’re staring daggers at his stupidly arrogant face.     “Stop fucking playing with me then!”     “You’re too cute.”    “Fine then.” closing your legs, you stare out the window, your chin sitting on the palm of your hand. Flickering blurry lights passing by quickly. Looking at your reflection, you steal a quick glance at the flirtatious bastard.     “If you’re so angry, why can’t you look away from me for 1 second?” he whispers proudly.    You can’t think of a snarky remark, so you huff and look back at the window defeatedly.    What a cocky arrogant little-    Your bruised pride burning into ashes, you grunt in response before the car abruptly halts to its stop.    Were you two too loud?    “What are you two so scared for? Freezing up like a deer in headlights, we’re at your destination.” the driver said, twisting his head around, his eyebrow slightly raised.     “Oh, yeah, thanks.”     That was way too close to comfort, and you’re resisting the urge of banging on his chest for being so overly confident in his endeavors. You open the car door, cursing under your breath, swinging your legs out and lightly stepping out.     First thing you realize in the new destination? This guy was obviously loaded.     In front of you were a bunch of condos, and it was bound to cost a lot. Modern architecture was all you could see, wide windows and balconies in every corner. Suddenly, you’re self conscious about your outfit, were you too poorly dressed?    The man hums, placing his hand on your shoulder. Plant life was meticulously placed in such a beautiful manner that you promise yourself that you would search up his name- if you ever got it, on the Forbes lists.    “Like what you see?”    Snapping out of it, you look back at him, and you nod, still astounded by his presumed riches.    “Yeah? Lets go up missy, I got more to show, in more ways then one.”  ‧₊˚✩彡.            Standing in front of his door, you realize how quiet and still the atmosphere is. He fumbles with his keys, muttering to himself, and you can’t help but wonder if you’re about to have sex with some celebrity.     Not knowing how to start conversation, you clear your throat.     “You ever going to tell me your name?”     “Aw, the little baby still wants my name.” he cooed    “Call me Gojo.” he adds nonchalantly.    “(Y/N).” you reply, ecstatic. That wasn’t too hard, but you wonder why he didn’t just give up his name to you at the club earlier. Perhaps he didn’t think he was going to take you back?    “Aw, sugar. You scared?” Gojo says, looking you up and down. Well, that’s what you assumed. He still had his glasses on.    “No I’m not, who said that?”    “Look at your legs, missy.” he cheekily replies.    Looking down, you realize you’re violently shaking, and you didn’t even realize it.    “...Maybe.” you say coyly.    He breathily chuckles, finally opening the door with the right key.    You’re surprised by the presence of such a spotless place, a large, plush black leather couch was in one corner, the other, an island. Amazingly large windows replaced what would usually be the walls, and you could see the extent of the city life from where you’re standing.      “Slip your shoes off girly, sandals on the left. Can I offer you something?” Gojo questions you, walking over to the island.     “...I’m not much of a drinker.” you reply, still standing in the doorway. You were honestly more interested in him then the small talk.     “Baby, sit down. Don’t you wanna see me up close?” he pats the cushioned island seats, and you sheepishly walk over.    “I have apple juice too. If that’s more your vibe.” you watched him swirl some melting ice cubes around in a glass of water with a spoon.    “I’m not 12.” you retort, maybe the guy wasn’t a celebrity. No famous guy has apple juice in the fridge, rather then fancy champagne and wine.     Gojo snickers, “Hey, I’m not 12 either, I’m nearing my fucking 30′s but I can never reject a good box of apple juice, plus, I teach a group of kiddos that drink this shit like it’s fine wine.”     You pause, this guy was NEAR 30? He certainly didn’t look the age, and second of all, he bought apple juice just for the kids he taught? That was surprisingly sweet, but that didn’t explain the richness.    “You’re a teacher?” you nod as he hands you a chilled box of apple juice.     “Uh, yeah.” he scratches the back of his neck. “International Japanese teacher, sometimes I just teach in Japan as well. It pays good.”     “No way you actually live here. Is this your friends place?”     He laughs loudly, “So backhanded, and sassy! Nah, this is my place. As I said, job pays well. Feel free to stop by for a good fucking.” he says whilst pouring liquor into his glass cup.    “You’re really confident in your abilities of fucking people.” you sarcastically note aloud as he slides into the comfortable tall stool next to you, drink in hand.    “Hm, you weren’t saying that when I was touching you in that car, brat. How strange.” sipping his beverage lightly.     Your mouth zipped shut, and he laughs again.     “Aw, don’t go all awkward on me.” his once vacant hand now rubbing your shoulder. Setting down his drink, taking off his glasses. He doesn’t give you much time to admire his eyes, but what you can see is an almost aquamarine color, flecks of darker blue sprinkled throughout. So brilliantly colored it didn’t look real.     Before you realize it, he leans closer into your neck, suckling your skin and lightly nibbling. His breath fanning over your delicate skin, you can’t even hold back, gasping a little as his hands played with the hem of your cardigan, tugging at it playfully.     You can’t even formulate words. He was undeniably good, his suckling now gradually getting more harsher and harsher, and you dread coming back to your friends place, neck full of hickeys, you’d be nudged for whoever did that to you for the rest of your life.     He grunts, standing up in the little space between what was his stool and yours, even on such a surprisingly tall stool he still towered over you. He has to slightly crouch before his eyes is at the level of your neck, hungrily crashing back down.      “G-Gojo!” you squeaked, struggling to do much of anything. You’re limp on the stool, slumped and burning up. Your skin was ridiculously hot.     “Hmmm?” he smiles into your neck, pausing momentarily, you can feel him exhale harshly on your skin. You look him up and down, the sexual tension between the two of you was prominent, and so was the tent in his pants.     You feel a whine creep up towards your throat, now realizing just how wet you are. Ignoring this, you gesture to your clothes. The layers were sticking to you, and you never wanted anything more then to just get the sex started.    “...Hot.” is all you can muster pathetically.     “What was, baby?” he coos at you.     “Me.” shrugging off your cardigan the best you can, you let out a subtle whine, the weird feeling growing between your legs.     “Yes, we both know you’re hot.” tipping your chin upwards to look at him, he smiles. “use your words.”     “Clothes.. Off.” you pant, obviously sick and tired of the stupid sexual tension and the teasing.     “Full sentence, girly.” he repeats, stroking your cheek with his thumb.     You inhale his scent, smelling of expensive cologne and lingering sickeningly sweet alcohol. Looking up at him, but averting your gaze as soon as you saw those incredible eyes once again.    “Look at me.” he orders.    You peer up at him, swallowing.     “P-please, take my clothes off.” you say politely.     “All it took was a few hickeys? You really are a pretty kitty.” he smiles, kissing your forehead. “Get down.”     You nod obediently, getting off the stool and looking back up at him, anticipating his next step.     He bends down, swooping you up bridal style. One arm under your legs, gripped firmly onto the skin, the other under your waist. Your arms instinctively and rather slackly around his shoulders.     You expect something, a kiss, anything, but all Gojo does is walk down an endless hallway full of doors.     You lean closer into him while pouting, hoping that’ll catch his attention, but he doesn’t say a word.     “Where are we going?” you finally ask, growing needy.    “Bedroom. I’m not fucking on the couch. Pretty princesses deserve to be nice and comfy.” he replies back, fidgeting with the door knob. For a few seconds, all you can hear is how rapidly your heart is beating inside your chest, the rustling of clothes brushing against one another, and then the feeling sets in again.     You could very well be fucking someone that was out of your league.     He breathes a sigh of relief, and before you have the time to fully study his bedroom, he throws you off of the bed with a grunt.     Gojo’s toned forearms by your side, you were obviously trapped. You can see his chain just dangle barely swing back and forth on the tip of your nose, his lips curled into a lukewarm smile.    “You were so cheeky with me earlier, where’d she go?” stroking the corner of your lips.     He doesn’t give you the time to respond, instead locking lips with you and rolling over to be on your side. It starts off small and soft first, but it gradually grew hot. The fluttering in your chest only intensified. Tongues exploring every inch of one another’s mouth, you swear you can taste mint. The anxiety melted off of you like wax, and the only thing he could focus on was how soft you felt against his lips. Delightfully experienced enough for it to be good, but not better then him.    The smell of him was stronger now, and you’re sure you won’t be able to leave without some of it remaining on your clothes. Regardless, it was an addicting smell. Something you needed to come back to. Furiously exhaling through both of your noses, he finally lets go.     Dazed, your whole body tingles. You want him to claim you all as your own, hungrily staring at him for more. Both of you were radiating heat. The kissing left little for thought, and all you can think about is kissing him once again. It seemed that the more you spent with him, the more demand you had for his attention.    “Such cute noises. Makes me want to ravish you more.”     Gojo tenderly pulls you in, claiming your mouth as his once again. Fumbling with your cardigan, yanking it off of your body. Large, hot hands brushing against your now semi-exposed skin, and you know he wants more. His hands brushed against your butt under your skirt, and you shiver just a bit.     Pulling out from the kiss, he looks at you, panting heavily.     “So beautiful.” he murmurs, brushing his thumb against your swollen lips.     “You wanna know why they call me the best?”     You nod, his arm snakes above your waist, forcefully flipping you down head first into the blankets.     Just now realizing that all your clothes are no where to be found, presumably on the floor, you shiver at the cold air conditioner blowing against you. That is, besides your skirts and your tights.     “On your arms, baby. Knees too.” he instructs, patting your butt.     You obey, a warmth rushing to your cheeks again. He had you like a dog being trained by it’s owner, following their every order.     “Good girl.” he says under his breath.     You’re about to tell him that you’re still wearing tights, about to open your mouth, you heard a loud rip disturb the peaceful atmosphere, and a cold exposure to your lower regions.     You squeal, digging your face into the covers, and he chuckles again.     “Oh baby. You were begging for this, I can see why now.” you felt him drag his fingers against your panties, and you whimper.    “So impatient for my touch, aren’t you kitty? You’ll have to wait.”     About to complain, you look back at him before you find him shoving you down, sitting on your knees now, your nipples hardened in the air, but you want to be stimulated else where.    “Be patient, and you’ll be rewarded, no complaining.”     “But-” he cuts you off.     “Don’t fucking talk over me, you got that?”     “...Yes sir.”      His eyes soften, and he gives you a soft kiss on the forehead before his hands brushed against your nipples, rubbing them with his thumb. Rolling the sensitive bud, you loudly moan, trying to express that you wanted more.    “God, you’re so cute.” he says under his breath, still rubbing and now slightly pulling them. Placing his mouth upon the abused buds, you stifle a cry out.     Gently suckling, he used his other hand to play with the other attention-starved nipple mildly.     You whine out again, beginning to melt under his stupidly experienced hands and mouth. The attention was nice, but you needed it some place else, his eyes looked up at you, his wet mouth still suckling your breast.     Taking his wet mouth off your nipple, he looked at you, mischief still evident on his face.     “You like that?” he says,  cocking his head to his side.    “I-If I say anything, It’ll fill your stupid ego.” you breathed.     “And if you don’t say anything I’m not doing shit.” his hand now rubbing your butt.     “You ripped my tights!” you spat back.     “I’ll pay for it and more, no bother babygirl. Now tell me what I want to hear.”      He obviously wasn’t lying, he could probably turn any girl into putty if he just wanted to, and here you were, in the palm of his hand.     “...Please touch me more.” you uttered shamelessly.    “Good girl. On your back, spread those pretty little legs for me too, why don’t you?”     Lying down on the plush mattress and warm pillows, you stare at the ceilings.    You peered at him starting where he left off. Giving you faint, yet chaste kisses on your breasts, trailing kisses down your stomach.     “Aw, your panties are absolutely fucking soaked baby, how cute.” he cooed, parting the soaked fabric to the side.     You look at him undress thoughtlessly, but you’re sure he’s done this several times. He did it with little to no effort, but that would mean that you’re not special.    It would be useless to think about right now, you were gonna have the dicking of your lifetime anyway, it was called a one night-stand for a reason. The mountain of clothes grew taller.    Growing impatient, you look up to where he was once standing, only to find him already in between your legs.     “So pretty.” Gojo purred, circling your entrance just as he had done previously in the car ride, you squeak.     “So lucky this is all mine.”     Gojo had figured he could add, “for the night.” but that strangely felt wrong.     He dips his fingers into your walls, and you cry out. Wrapping around his digits, sobbing, this wasn’t enough to satisfy your cravings.     “You want more?” he huskily said, a tone of playfulness still rampant.     “Yes! Please, just fuck me!” you croaked, already damn near about to cum from the teasing.     “That’s my girl.” he whispered under his breath, slipping off boxers you didn’t even realize were there in the first place.      He doesn’t give you a chance to see his full length, instead ramming inside of you. You inhale sharply at the sudden disruption.     The throbbing evaporated into thin air, and you’re desperately grabbing at the sheets to steady yourself. Sweaty and sticky skin slapping against each other echoed throughout the room, along with your moans and his grunts. You could feel him reaching heights that you would never be able to do with the dildos you had at your house, much less your fingers. One hand on your waist to steady your flailing body, the other, roughly groping your breast.    You were finding it hard to think, pleasure and euphoria filling your senses. Unknowingly, you wrap yourself around Gojo even harder then before.     “Fuck, baby, I can barely pull out.” he panted. “you’re too tight.”      You can’t even begin to respond, still deep in your state of pleasure, instead responding incoherently with a jumble of delicate moans and gasps in between.     “C-cum!”      “Hm? Repeat that princess?” he soothed.    You’re unable to respond again, instead you try to lift your head up, and Gojo feels himself throb again, watching your eyes flutter back.     It’s not until it’s too late, realizing a hot fluid flow down your holes. He pulls out, he himself ejaculating on your stomach.     Both muscles stretched taut, you both laid on the bedsheets, sweating and panting.     “Fuck, I haven’t had a girl like you in a while.” he says, turning his head to look at you. Strands of hair stuck to your forehead.     “R-Really?” he kissed your forehead, tipping your chin with his long fingers.     “Yes, really. I’m so lucky I spotted such a pretty little thing at a club.”      The sun was starting to rise, you note, and you realize just how perfect his body is with the new light.     A sudden warmth on your cheeks, you look down, still panting.     “Clubs aren’t my thing.” you said breathlessly.     “Fuck. It’s 5 AM” he says, eyes now glued to his phone, ruffling his white hair.     “I’ll go-”     “No, here, lets take a shower with each other, and then we sleep.”      “Okay.” you responded, hoping to not make conversation, still believing that he was a celebrity.     He handed you his phone, rubbing the back of his neck.     “Can I get your number?”     “...Why?” you questioned.     “...To call you back again, duh.” he teases, rubbing your head.      No way, he wanted you back at his house?      You?    Not wanting to fuck up your chances, you nod, something was growing inside of you, and you weren’t quite sure what it was, but you knew he made you feel special.    

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo satoru smut #jjk headcanons #gojou satoru #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x you #dom gojo #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojou x you #fanfic #fic #anime fic #im learning how to write well ok

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okay so i recently watched the metal family (the english dub) on youtube and i sent my friend a ton of information on it - my thoughts, my theories, etc, and then i thought of a sanders sides related universe for it 

technically some things differ, as in the part i wrote glam and chive (who ive assigned to logan and remus) eventually end up together, but whatever 

and, because im a whore for attention im going to post here exactly what i rambled about because i was spilling out thoughts that just made my heart beat faster. so basically, the metal family: sanders sides edition 

spoilers for the metal family. 

basically i was thinking of logan and remus basically as these two characters, with logan as glam/sebastian and remus as chive, and logans parents putting a lot of pressure on him as their only child, and his dad is suffering abuse to so he cant even stick up for logan, and when he does bad he has to put out his arm and roll his sleeve up and his moms hits it repeatedly, and in the show glam doesnt react until he showers bc thats when it stings (until a certain scene where glams dad slaps it so hard he fucking bleeds a lot and starts sobbing and its like part of when he snapped) but thats probably what he does, and obviously the butler also gets mad and snaps on him a lot too, but when he goes to that music exam and gets second place to remus (who he met briefly on the way to the music exam - youll understand this more if you end up watching the series), hes shocked, and as remus walks him home he explains what he did on the guitar, and gives him the bach vinyl and logan squints but takes it anyway, and when he announces he got second he gets scolded, they mock him for who he lost too, and the back vinyl is taken by his mother, hes scolded for thinking he could ever be on par (logan plays the violen btw - he entered the music exam with a violen and its what his mouther abuses him for when he plays wrong or doesnt answer right/right away to note related questions) with bach, and then hes hit with the ruler and sent back to his room, where he plays the bach vinyl thinking it will be bach but then its metal and it sort of awakens something in logan and he sort of snaps

when he runs into remus again remus offers to teach him, steals an amp and guitar from the observatory, and then when he goes home then this is where hes hit until his forearm is literally dripping with blood and hes sobbing, but sort of that unhinged sort of sobbing where hes like :) while sobbing and bleeding, and his mom is saying hes no longer allowed to take walks because he was late, went through the park, ran in a suit, etc, and how logan will be studying with her daily from now on, and through gritted teeth, a sob, and a smile, as he clutches his bloody wrist hes like "yes mother, ill study under you every day. every day. every day." and he and remus had luckily agreed already to meet by the dumpster at midnight, and thats what they start doing

remus teaches him how to play, and logan literally gets no fucking sleep and becomes more and more sleep deprived as hes taught more and more and it makes him more and more manic and unhinged, and he has periods where he fucking snaps and can play the bass super well because hes fueling his anger and his trauma into how aggressively he plays and is actually super good, and eventually he and remus get a gig with these two other bandmates 

and that happens to be the day that the way he hides his diary (where he gets out his murderous thoughts over his father, writes about lying to him, and writes down notes for music he wants to make) and his model of the city (which hed spent a lot of time on and cared about a lot and made out of every day things like lightbulbs and pencil shavers and had to keep hidden) were revealed and his mother found them, and she threw it into the trash where logan saw it crumbled as he walked home in the rain, and while his mother is aggressively shouting at him she says something along the lines of "who are you going to choose. your family, or some vagrants!?" and logan sort of snaps, goes wide eyed, and walks the other way, despite the fact its rianing and his mother demands him to come back, and then starst screaming about how if he ever comes back to the door hell never be allowed back inside, and thats where that episode ends

and basically i was thinking that logan leaves, and sort of walks around in his suit with his violen for a while, before he goes back to the alley where he hides his guitar that remus stole for him and his punk clothes, and he grabs them both and sort of mindlessly wanders until he ends up back in front of remuss trailer

when logan shows up remus doesnt realize until he opens the door of his trailer and prepares to leave and logans just standing there staring, utterly soaked, and he craves his neck up when remus walks out and remus is like "holy shit dude, you scared me. its not even midnight here. how long have you been here?" and logan doesnt answer, and hess not used to tocuhing people or being touched gently, but he sort of falls into remus, and collapses against him, and he starts sobbing because he just lost his family, and he left his dad all alone, but ehs finally free from the abuse, and hes so tired and so confused and hes never felt so unsure of his next move but remus just pulls him inside, brings his stuff inside, they step over his sleeping and drunk parent, and remus takes logan to his room (possibly the one he shares with roman ?) and basically just hugs logan as he sobs and cries and eventually passes out against him because hes literally so fucking sleep deprived, and remus takes liberty to change logan out of his sopping wet clothes, but then both of logans arms are covered in scars, some of them still scabbed, and remus is immediately concerned but he decides hell ask about it when logan wakes up, and basically ust goes out and shoplifts some food or steals from his parent to buy shit, and when logan wakes up hes given low quality food that he accepts gratefully, apologizes for showing up unceremoniously and being so informal, but remus just hesitantly wraps an arm around him, and logan accepts it, and remus says its fine while cuddling with him and then again hesitantly asks what happened

and logan sort of goes silent and doesnt talk about it, but clears his throat and asks if its okay he stays here, and theres already three people living in this trailer so he feels bad for asking, but remus just pulls him closer and is like "yeah man! of course you can stay!" because obviously hes not going to tell logan no after what he just pulled, so he lets logan stay, and remus and roman bicker for it a bit when logan uses their small ass bathroom to shower, and by the end remus has basically bribed roman into going along with it

and logan has to adjust to not being a wealthy - althought not spoiled - person anymore, and sometimes he reacts to things on instinct. he breaks something and remus comes up behind him and asks what happened and logan just sort of stares straight ahead, rolls up his sleeve, and sticks out his arm, and remus is like  logan?? and it takes logan a few seconds to snap out of it and he sort of gazes at remus, goes wide eyed, and then apologizes as he brings his arm back in and rolls down his sleeve, and he seems really awkward but also quite relieved, and remus has never hurt him before, but it was just sort of that reactive thing, and that happens to be the day where remus decides to ask what those scars are, and asks to finally treat them properly because he hears logans whimpers and hisses in the shower

he and roman have their fair share of scars from their own shitty drunk parent, so they know pretty damn well how to take care of them, and how to steal bandages and shit, so remus helps clean them out and up while logan sort of quietly tells remus all about his life, why the music exam was such a big deal, and how remus basically changed his life, and how hes still confused and doesnt know if he made the right decision, and remus doesnt respond until the end where he bandages up logans arms and then gently grabs his hand and tells logan that hes safe now, and that being surronded by people who only put you down and more so hurt you isnt good, and that he believes logan made the right decision because hes safe here with them (the twins make sure to keep him guarded from the drunk parent) and roman seconds that from his spot on the bed, and so logan tries to put his past behind him and instead focus on playing music with remus, and playing shows at bars and stuff where they slowly gain a larger and larger fan base, and they make more and more money from the awesome music they play, and eventually use that money to buy their own house

i know its a lot, but just imagine. imagine

#tw abuse #cw abuse #tw blood #cw blood #cw alcohol #tw alcohol #basically a big tw #sanders sides au #sanders sides #intrulogical #sanders sides angst #potential roceit #roceit #metal family #the metal family #mfssau #i know its a lot #but im so hyped #might write something with this

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||Admiring|| 💖Miya Osamu x Gn!reader

trope: strangers meeting in the park (ik its random bear with me😭)

warnings: its not proofread all the way through (im sorry im tired), so theres probably grammatical errors or typos but other than that none

genre: fluff pretty much just sappy stuff

pairing/s: osamu x gn!reader

wc: about 2.5k

a/n: oh my god idk where i came up with this but i think its cute so :p i hope you enjoy!!

You stared at your blank computer screen, hope of finishing your assignment before its due date at midnight slowly vanishing. 

     The clock on your desk read 11:27pm, the green lines wavering in your vision as your eyes slowly drooped, trying to drag you into the depths of slumber. You wanted to sleep, you really did, but you knew there was no way you could give up writing your essay, even now, knowing you weren’t going to submit it on time, because you would stress too much about it if you didn’t at least try to complete it before the due date. 

     Pushing yourself away from your desk, your chair squeaking against the floor ever so slightly in your dead silent dorm room, you tried to think of some excuse that your professor might believe. You doubted there was anything you could think of, but hey, your professor was better than what your roommates’ had mentioned theirs being, and you were grateful for that. Maybe you could tell him that you were exhausted from working extra hours at your job since you had had to cover your coworker’s shift and that’s why you couldn’t complete your essay on time? Or, maybe you could get away with a simple “I was lacking interest in the material, and couldn’t understand anything, and I didn’t ask for help because I knew that you are such a busy man trying to do so many things at once. Another hopeless near college drop-out wasn’t something I thought you needed on your hands.”

     ....Maybe not the latter.

    You sighed, running a hand through your tangled hair, practically feeling it screaming at you to wash it. You barely had time in the mornings to take showers anymore, and when you took them at night, you never had the strength to wash your hair, always knowing that putting a hat on overtop or throwing on your hoodie would make it seem fine on the outside, and that was good enough for you. As long as you looked at least decent and somewhat presentable.

    Your dorm room was fairly small, like every other one, but the lack of furniture made it seem larger than the rest. Nothing more than you and your roommate’s joint desk, the mini fridge in the corner, and the beds filled the space. You almost tripped over your backpack lying next to the bunk bed pushed up against the wall, falling to what would’ve been inches away from your roommate’s sleeping body.

    In an attempt not to disturb them, you tiptoed through the room, stepping over the occasional heap of clothes or homework, until you reached the bathroom. You fumbled over the door knob before almost tumbling into the small space. Glancing in the mirror, you didn’t fail to notice your messy hair, the dark circles tracing beneath your eyes, or the way you looked like you were seconds away from passing out. The sound of running water rang in your ears as you turned on the sink faucet, cupping your hands together and bringing your face down to meet them, rubbing the cold water all over you in an attempt to keep you awake for just a few moments longer.

     Your eyes returned back to the mirror as you sighed at your dripping wet face. There was no way possible you were going to finish your assignment on time. You knew it, your roommate knew it before they passed out, and you had noticed your professor’s wary glance this morning in class as a sign that he knew it too.

     An idea sprang into your head, part of you dreading the optimism that seemed to seep through your brain slowly. You didn’t feel like being energetic right now.

---an hour later---

You weren’t exactly sure how, when, or why you decided it would be a good idea to take a shower (you did end up washing your hair, thank god), get your things together in your bag, and head to the off-campus coffee shop (since the one on-campus had already closed), but you found yourself with a warm cup of coffee in hand as you exited the shop, the cold midnight air enveloping you in an unwelcome embrace.

     You shivered. The only thing your spontaneous brain had forgotten had to have been your jacket, the one thing your normal brain would’ve remembered if it weren’t already past midnight and if you weren’t majorly sleep-deprived.

     You most certainly weren’t done with your essay yet, nor was there any possible way for you to finish it on time since it was now approximately thirteen minutes past the due time, but you let yourself breathe for now.

     There weren’t many people out at this hour, and it made the usual busy city streets seemed like a ghost town. There were a few restaurants still open as you strolled along the sidewalk, their lights responsible for illuminating more than half the area in front of you. You passed by an onigiri shop your friend had recommended to you, but you just weren’t that hungry. Most nights, you’d kill for a midnight snack, but your single shot of espresso coffee was satisfying your needs for now.

     You decided to head to the park after seeing a rabbit hop its way across the vacant street and into the bushes in that direction. The fresh air was nice and cool against your dry and croaky lungs, and your ears needed a different sound than that of you miserably attempting to touch type quickly, your fingers rapping against the keyboard with vigor.

     A stream nearby flowed softly, the dripping of the water against the rocks complimenting the noise of the crickets chirping in sync just downstream. Your footsteps cut through the grass slowly, not bothering to follow the stone path. The park was a nice change of scenery. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been here by yourself in peace, it was always you and your rambunctious friends who ran through every now and then just to see the dogs running through the sprinklers, or the occasional poor cat whose owner dragged them out into the daylight for exercise. This was peaceful, though, and you appreciated that.

     A few more rabbits crossed your path, giving you that wide-eyed, side glance before darting off into the darkness, outside the reach of the lampposts emitting light. The sound of the stream soon faded out as you continued to walk through the park, sipping your coffee every so often. The warmth from your cup was soon dying out, and you figured you’d have to start walking back to your university sooner or later. Maybe you could crash at your friend’s house who lived just off campus, though you had forgotten your phone back at your dorm and had no alarm, no laptop to complete your work, and no contact with anyone else who might worry where you’d be. You had really no choice but to trek back to your dorm in the darkness, cutting your peaceful visit to the park short.

     You let yourself have a few more minutes of stress free relaxing as you sat down on a bench just before the ground let out into a downhill slope overlooking the rest of the city below. The trees around you swayed in the breeze, and for a moment, you thought it was the wind talking, and not an actual human being who had somehow made his way beside you without gathering your attention.

     “Didn’t think anyone else would be up at this hour,” the stranger mumbled. You glanced up, almost startled that, indeed, someone else was actually awake and strolling through the park.

     The boy couldn’t have been much older than you were, maybe the same age. He had his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, the wind tousled his dark hair ever so slightly, and the moonlight played along, illuminating his face just so you could actually see how gorgeous he was.

     You cleared your throat, averting your eyes back to the ground as you shifted over, creating more space on the bench in case he wanted to sit down beside you. “I decided to actually take care of myself for once and give myself some time to breathe before facing the wrath of my professor tomorrow when he finds out I didn’t turn in my essay on time.” You let out a low, breathy chuckle, not exactly sure of what would happen next.

     The guy sat down on the bench next to you, though he made sure to give you some personal space, which you were grateful for. He laughed along with you a bit, and you could tell just from his tone just how tired he really was.

     You gave him a side glance, raising an eyebrow. “So, what the stressful thing that brought you here in the middle of the night?”

     He smiled half-heartedly, eyes trained on the moon. “Work stuff. Jus’ been busy, I guess.” He shrugged. 

     You waited for him to continue on, but he stayed silent. You didn’t complain, though. Wasn’t your whole reason for coming out here in the dead of the night for some quiet? Plus, it wasn’t awkward either. You were comfortable sitting next to this stranger.

     “What do you do for work?” You waited a little longer than necessary to ask, but he didn’t seem to mind the long pause.

     “I own a restaurant a few blocks away. I love the job, it’s just tiring havin’ to deal with rude customers like my brother who won’t get the hint and get out sometimes. I got into an argument with him earlier today and he just wouldn’t shut it.” He rolled his eyes and took his hands out of his pockets, making eye contact with you as he went on about his day, and you couldn’t help but smile at his passion. “The guy thinks he can just walk in when I’m working with a new employee and just act like he runs the place! Quite stupid if you ask me. Such a jerk, he is. Thinkin’ about just banning him from the place, really.” 

     You snorted. “He really bugs you that much, huh?”

     The guy smirked at your laugh, admiring it, though you would never had guess that was what flashed across his face in a million years. He nodded. “Yeah, ‘course I love ‘im ‘cause he’s my twin and my best friend, but he really knows how to annoy the hell outta me.” He shrugged. “Maybe I’ll just get a sign in the window that says “no shirt, no shoes, no service” and cross it out and write my brother’s name instead,” he reasoned, and the pondering look in his eyes made you wonder if he was actually considering the idea.

     You smiled. “You’re funny.”

     “You say that like ya weren’t expectin’ it.”

     A laugh made its way out your lips. “Well, when you’re approached by a stranger in the middle of the night you sort of expect the worst.”

     The guy glanced off in the distance, away from you, furrowing his eyebrows. “Sorry, didn’t think of that comin’ off that way.” He shrugged a shoulder. “Guess it’s a good thing I’m funny then, and not some creep, eh?”

     You nodded, the smile on your face not fading as he changed topics.

     “So, what’s your essay on? Any way I can help ya finish it?”

     You shook your head dismissively. “Oh, no. It was due thirty minutes ago.” You quickly explained the topic you were writing about in class before getting side tracked. “My professor had said he would allow it to be turned in the next morning, but I doubt he actually meant it.”

     He smiled a wide grin, making butterflies flutter in your stomach. “You go to the university nearby, right?” 

     You nodded in confirmation, raising an eyebrow. “If I’ve got any luck, there’s a chance you go there too?”

     He laughed a little, shaking his head. “Nah, I don’t, sorry. I’ve visited campus a few times because some of my friends go there, but I just usually focus on work.”

     His gaze was tilted upwards towards the sky, and you couldn’t help but admire how the exhaustion still shone in his eyes, but somehow that same passion gleamed there too just mentioning what he did for a living. You wished you were that passionate about something that would actually support you financially in the future and make you happy.

     When he glanced back at you, you were still taking his essence in, and he made a look of confusion. “What?”

    You shook your head, chuckling. “Nothing. I just admire that you can dedicate yourself to something and make it seem so easy.” He looked at you, interested to hear what you had to say, even though you were sure you couldn’t be the first person to tell him this. “I haven’t even known you for more than ten minutes and I can already tell you’re passionate about what you do and if you’re stressed about it, it must mean you’re dedicated to seeing your work through, and that’s more than enough to admire and appreciate, especially when that can be so difficult sometimes.” You finished your short tangent, looking back up at him to see him staring intently at you, seemingly in awe of what you’d just said. You felt a blush creep onto your face as you quickly blurted out, “Sorry- I didn’t mean to be so straightforward and weird like that- I sound like some crazy secret admirer or something...”

     The crickets chirped in the silence between the two of you, and it felt like it would never end.

     “Y’know, I wouldn’t mind havin’ a secret admirer. I mean, wouldn’t be so secret, but...” You saw the smile creep up onto his face. “It’s nice being appreciated. Nobody really tells me that kind o’ stuff, so... thanks, I guess.” 

     The heat on your cheeks didn’t go away by any means, but you grew more comfortable with it as you mumbled, “Maybe I wouldn’t mind admiring you.”

     Now, it was the boy’s turn to blush, and you smiled at how his cheeks grew redder with every passing second, and how his subtle grin spoke a thousand words he didn’t need to say.

     “Miya Osamu.” The boy’s hand came into your view as he extended it for you to shake. “I own Onigiri Miya across from the grocery outlet.”

     You smirked, grasping his hand in yours as you said, “L/N Y/N. I own an official license for being a horrible driver and an ID that proves I’m a sleep-deprived college student and that’s about it.”

     He laughed, shaking your hand and standing up, letting go too soon for your liking.

     Because for some weird reason, his hand felt right in yours.

     Osamu said a quick goodbye, mentioning something about how he should get going and how you should get some sleep before he disappeared down the stone path back into the darkness.

     You stood up not too long after he’d left, your coffee now entirely cold as you plopped the half full cup into the trash can on your walk back to your dorm, not needing the pathetic warmth anymore. Your heart was beating fast and the feeling of Osamu’s hand resting in yours lingered on your palm, and that kept you warm enough.

     Maybe you’d be visiting that onigiri place your friend recommended to you a little sooner than you’d originally planned, and maybe more often than you would’ve expected.

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[deancaskiss]

Chapter Sixteen (Tinsel and Tourists)

Word Count: 1,234 (light angst this chapter, sorry y’all)

Dean’s POV

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Bonus: Destiel December Day 8 Blizzard ficlet (posted today for anyone interested in reading cuddles and first kisses)

By the time they’d made it back to the bench, Dean was exhausted. Who knew skating could be so tiring? When Cas handed him the warm thermos, Dean eagerly took a sip, letting the warm chocolate taste heat him from the inside out.

Cas settled down next to him on the bench, and Dean automatically found himself leaning into Cas’ space, as if he couldn’t stop himself from pressing their bodies together. “Thank you,” Dean said, nudging Cas with his shoulder.

“What for?” Cas asked as he slipped the thermos from Dean’s hand and took a sip of the drink before handing it back to Dean.

“For teaching me to skate. For the date. I uh-” Dean broke off, shaking his head. “I can’t even remember the last time I actually went on a date.”

“Why’s that?” Cas asked, pressing his leg against Dean’s.

And Dean wanted to say it was because they were always on the move. He wanted to say that he was just a casual hook-up kinda guy. He wanted to say that dates just weren’t his thing because he wasn’t looking for anything serious. But instead, he told Cas the truth. “Because I haven’t found anybody that I actually wanted to date. Not seriously, at least.”

The words hung in the air, the implication they held hovering between them.

This time was different. Cas was different. In all his years hunting, Dean had never let himself fall for anyone, especially when he knew he couldn’t stay. And yet, Cas had come crashing into his life- quite literally- and Dean had never wanted someone more in his life.

“Dean, there’s um- there’s something you should know. I mean, something about my past that I should tell you,” Cas said, breaking Dean from his thoughts.

“Should I be worried?” Dean asked, and even though his brain told him not to, he reached out to Cas, grabbing his hand and linking their fingers together.

“No. It’s uh- it’s not like that. It’s um-” Cas started to say.

And of course, as if fate didn’t hate Dean enough, his phone started to ring. Cursing every single entity that existed Dean pulled his hand away from Cas’ to see Sam’s name flashing across his screen. He quickly silenced the phone, moving to put it back into his pocket.

“Aren’t you going to answer it?” Cas asked wearily.

Dean shook his head. “Nah, if it was important-” Dean started to say, and sure enough, Sam instantly called again. “Just like that. I’m sorry,” Dean said.

“It’s okay, go ahead,” Cas said, even though Dean caught the look in Cas’ eyes, and it made his stomach clench. God. Why did the job always have to get in the way?

“Hey, kinda busy here, Sam,” Dean said as he answered the call.

“It’s going to have to wait, Dean. Whatever this is, it just struck again. PD found Ollie’s body half a mile from where they found Callie’s. Same markings and also drained of blood. I think I’ve got a lead that Bobby just sent over,” Sam said through the phone.

Dean clenched his hand into a fist, sucking in a deep breath. Great. Just great. He was going to have to ditch Cas. Again. Seriously, whatever this creature was, Dean was going to rip its throat out. “Alright, yeah, I’ll meet you at the scene in five.”

Hanging up, Dean closed his eyes for a second, bracing himself before he finally looked over at Cas. But he couldn’t read Cas’ expression, as if Cas had put up a wall and hid behind it.

“Cas, I’m so sorry.”

“Ollie’s dead, isn’t he?” Cas asked instead.

Awesome. Just fantastic. Now he had to bail on Cas and tell him someone else was dead. Nodding slowly, Dean took another deep breath before answering. “Yes, he is. I’m sorry, Cas. We’re going to figure this out though. We’ll stop whatever’s happening. Just-” Dean broke himself off. Shit. How did he say this without exposing Cas to what he really did? “Can you just- please stay safe.”

Cas finally looked up at Dean, tilting his head in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that we don’t know enough about whatever is causing these killings. And there’s no solid MO linking the two victims except they’re around our age. And if I have to drag your lifeless corpse out of the woods, I’m going to absolutely lose it. So please, for the love of God, just watch yourself. Make sure Libby does the same,” Dean said.

Maybe he should just tell Cas now? Tell him the truth; that there was something not human out there sacrificially killing people.

No. He couldn’t. Maybe later, but not now. Not like this. Not on their first date.

Dean reached for Cas’ hand again, desperately needing the contact. Cas looked guarded for a second before letting Dean take his hand. “Hey. Can you please look at me?” Dean asked quietly.

Cas finally tilted his body back towards Dean, and Dean sagged in relief. Slowly, so he didn’t spook Cas, Dean shifted his free hand up to Cas’ jaw, tilting his head up as he swooped down and pressed a chaste kiss to Cas’ lips. Cas hesitated for half a second before he leaned into the kiss, his hand coming up to rest on Dean’s bicep.

“Trust me when I tell you the absolute last thing I want to do right now is bail on our date. God, Cas. I’d stay here all night with you if I could,” Dean murmured, pressing the words into Cas’ lips.

“Then stay,” Cas whispered.

Fuck. Dean felt his heart clench in his chest, and he moved forward to kiss Cas harder; catching Cas’ lip between his own. “I can’t, Cas. It’s- Sam and I are the only ones that can figure this out and stop it.”

“Then come find me later?” Cas asked, bumping his nose against Dean’s with a hint of hope in his voice.

God. Dean knew that wasn’t a promise he could keep. Hunting monsters was unpredictable; sometimes all night spent trying and failing to kill the damn thing. But Dean was absolutely gone for Cas, and how could he deny Cas such a simple request? Especially when he wanted it, too.

“Tell me where, and I’ll find you,” Dean said, pressing their foreheads together.

“The diner. We don’t close until midnight,” Cas said quietly.

“Will you make me more hot cocoa?” Dean asked, trying to lighten the moment again.

Cas smiled, and God, Dean didn’t even realize how much he’d missed Cas’ smile over the past few minutes. But it was beautiful- Cas was beautiful- and so he leaned forwards, pecking Cas’ mouth again, just to feel that smile pressed against his own lips.

Dean broke the kiss, nuzzling his nose against Cas’ before pulling away. “I’ll see you soon?” he asked as he stood up.

“You’d better,” Cas said, reaching out at the last possible second to snag Dean’s hand; squeezing tightly.

With a smile, Dean bent down to press a lingering kiss to the back of Cas’ fingers before he finally slipped away. Each step closer to the Impala made Dean’s heart ache, and he had to force himself to get behind the wheel and drive away; even as his heart screamed at him to turn back and chase after Cas instead of the case.

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[zmayadw]

Hello, hello!

Time to continue. I’ll post 2 parts again, so lets begin..

First one :)

CALL OF THE RAVEN

PART 11        

Jessy came to Aurora shortly after, finding Phil and me sitting in the booth laughing and chatting. „You two are awfully cheerful.“ She said nearing us. „Hey Jessy“ i chimed back cheerfully „Well, Phil is a good company, how not to be cheerful.“ Phil grinned at her, wich made her look both of us skeptical „Yeah, yeah, if you say so.“ „Aww, sys,  dont be so cruel.“ He teased her. She made a face at him, turning to me „You ready? Im starving!“ „Ready“ i told her, taking my stuff and getting up. „Cya, Phil, thanks for everything.“ I said, smiling at him. „No worries, Maya, glad we talked. Dont be a stranger.“ He said, winking at me as he got up and went towards the bar. „What was that all about?“ Jessy asked as we left the Aurora. „Oh, nothing really.“ I replied, wich made her look at me with doubt. I quickly tried to change the subject „So, where are you taking me for lunch?“ i asked, grabing her under her arm. „I tought some junk food is what we need after last nigh, hamburgers and fries might be a good choice.“ She grined. „I totally agree.“ We walked to the hamburger place, wich wasnt far from Aurora. We sat at one of the tables, and ordered some food. As we waited for it, she told  me how Dan managed to wake up just before she left, begging her to drive his car back, and bring him some food. „He can really drive me crazy sometimes!“ she told me. „Aww, c'mon, thats why you like him.“ I teased, and she laughed. Our food arrived, and we started eating. After a while, i finaly told her, between my bites „I saw Jake last night.“ Jessy almost spat her drink. „What?“ she almost screamed „What? Where? Talk!“ I told her all about it, from the hoodie part, to where i left him standing. When i was done i added desperately „I messed up everything again, Jessy. I didnt hear him out, i was just so tired and frustrated.“ I sighed tiredly „Why is it always so hard with him?“ i paused before i said, sadness creeping in my voice „I just dont know how much more i can go on like this.“ Jessy looked at me, sympathy and care all over her face „I know, Maya. Its hard sometimes, God only knows how much.“ She started „Im just gonna say one thing. Just be totally sure you tried everything there is to get to the bottom of things with him, to be on the clear, once and for all.“ She paused before continuing „I can see how much it pains you, and i see you really care for Jake.“ „I do, Jessy, more then you can imagine. But im tired, so tired of constant fights with him, and not getting anywhere.“ „I know. And i really hope you will resolve it soon.“ She looked at me, giving me a reasuring smile „In the mean time, you can talk to me whenever you need a shoulder to cry on.“ I smiled „Thanks, Jessy. I really appriciate it, you have no idea how much it means to me. Im really greatful to have you in my life.“ She looked at me, took my hand and squeezed it „Im here for whatever.“ We continued with our food. When we wer nearly done, she oredered some food to take for Dan, and when it was done, we payed and left. As we walked back to the Auroras parking, Jessy asked me, all serious „Maya, what's going on with you and Phil?“ I looked at her „Aghh, its complicated.“ She stoped walking, and i did the same „Dont get me wrong, its non of my business“ she started „But to be honest, i've never seen Phil act like this, towards anyone. I think he's really into you, and, well, with all thats happening with Jake..“ „Dont worry, Jessy“ i said „I actually had a long conversation with Phil about all this earlier.“ She looked surprised „He knows  about Jake?“ „Not exactly. I didnt mention Jake per se, but he knows something is happening.“ I paused before continuing „I like Phil, Jessy, and he knows it. But we came to a mutual understnding about it all, so noone could get hurt in any of this mess.“ She continued walking „Aright, thats good. He is a jerk sometimes, but he's my brother, and i do wish him well.“ „I know, Jessy, and trust me, i dont want for anyone to get hurt here. I hope all will get in the clear soon.“ „I hope so too, Maya“ she said, as we came to Dans car „I really hope so, for both your sake, and the others.“ She gave me a tight hug, before entering the car, and smiled „Im here if you need me.“ „Thanks , Jessy, same here.“ She started the car, honking as she drow off , me waving her as i entered my car. Driving to the motel i tought about all that Jessy told me. I hoped she was right, and things will get clear soon. I really was torn inside. I had some decisions to make, and not an easy ones. And i was scared.

When i got back to the motel i realized i left everything in such a mess, and decided to clean it. I collected the sutff  thrown all over the floor. I grabed Jakes hoodie, burrying my face again in it and taking a deep breath. Damn, i tought, i wish i could talk to him, i need to know what will be with us. If there even is a possibilty of 'us'. And all that was going on with Phil was making me confused. My phone rang then, and i quickly put the hoodie on me before answering it. I checked the caller, it showed no number.. Could it be Jake? Then again, why would he hide his number? I answered the call „Hello?“ but there wasnt any replie. I said 'hello' few more times, before whoever was on the other side ended the call. Strange,i  tought, but decided to ignore it, someone probably just dialed the wrong number. I continued with cleaning, realizing i should get some laundrey done. I saw a self-service laundrey in town, i should wisit it tomorrow. When i was done, i decided to try and do some work. I sat at the table, opening my laptop, putting some music on. It always helped me while working, and this time wasnt any different. At some point, i checked my phone ,it was past midnight. Nice, i managed to finish on the project i took, without any interruption. I closed the laptop and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. As i got to bed, i thought of Jake again. I hoped we would talk soon, i meant what i said to Jessy earlier, i really didnt know how much more i can go on like this. I sighed, closed my eyes, wishing sleep comes fast.

           When i woke up i felt quite rested. Even tho my mind was a complete mess, i had a good night sleep. I took a shower, brushed my teeth and got dressed. I took the laundrey, grabed the car keys and my purse and headed for town. I parked near the self-service laundry place and took the stuff from the car. Putting the laundrey to be washed, i decided to go for coffe while it wasnt finished. I left the laundrey place, and walked to the coffee shop near by. I sat at the table outside, and ordered myself a big coffee and a toasted sandwich, might as well get some breakfast since im here. I took my phone out checking for some more work and found few interesting ones. Some alone time just working might be what i need now. I checked the news feeds and mail while drinking coffe. Jessy called at some point, telling she will be going to her sister for a few days, apologizing for leaving me on my own. I told her not to be silly, that i'd be working mostly eitherway, so she felt a bit less guilty about it. She promised we'll meet as soon as she's back, wich i acceptet cheerfuly. I was done with coffee so i paid and left. I collected my laundrey, deciding to get some stuff from the store before heading back to the motel, so not to do unnecessary trips to towns center every little while working. When i was done, i got all the stuff and headed back to the motel. I putted the stuff away, and clean laundrey in the closet. I went out of the room to get some ice from the machine by the entrance to the motels office. When i got back, i poured a drink  and took my phone. There was a missed call on it, and the number was hidden. Again? What the heck, i tought. Work was calling, so i dismissed it from my toughts, and focused them on working instead. I worked till late again, before deciding i had enouhg, chrasing to bed.

The next day i spent most of it working. I stopped only to eat and drink something in peace, and i took a short walk to stretch my legs a bit. I took a shower before going to bed, luling my self to sleep with some movie on the tv.

On the next morning, after i got up, i decided to quickly go to town for some fresh coffee. I drove to town, stoping at the caffee and getting myself the biggest 'coffee to go' they had, heading back to the motel. I got back to working, but was interupted by my phone ringing after a while. I checked the phone, and smiled when i saw who the caller was. „Well, if it isnt my favorite barkeep!“ i cheerfully said in my phone. „Hello gorgeous.“ Phil answered me. „Where you hiding at?“ he asked. „Oh, im at the motel. Working my ass off.“ I told him. „I'v been lazy with it lately, so it's taking its tol on me now.“ „Aww, sorry to hear that.“ He said „But, even so, you need to take a break. Bring that pretty ass of yours to Aurora tomorrow night, we'r having a party!“ he said cheerfully, and before i could even start to protest „And i'm not taking a 'no' for an answer here!“ „Aww, c'mon Phil, thats not fair.“ i started teasingly „You took all the fun out of it! I'm good at protesting!“ He laughed „I bet you are. So, see you tomorrow?“ „Ofcourse.“ I said, adding „Hey, Phil, whats the party for, by the way?“ „Oh, right, i keep forgeting you're not from around here.“ He said. „And i tought Jessy might already told you.“ „Nop, she didnt tell me anything, and since she is with your sister, we havent really spoken much these last few days.“ „Ahh, i see.“ He said „Well, in that case, it's the Aurora's opening day anniversary, and its pretty packed for that night,with drinks being cheeper. So be sure to come early, i'll save you a seat at the bar.“ „Thanks, Phil. I'll bring myself and my pretty ass then.“ I said teasingly „Thats the spirit!“ He chimed. „Alrighty“ i said. „See you tomorrow, then.“ „Cant wait.“ He said „Laters, Maya.“ That migt be fun, i tought. And if im lucky, i might finish with work by tomorrow morning, so some fun would be like a reward for it. I continued working, and was happy that i actually finished before i tought i would.I  checked the time. It was almost 3 in the morning! Ohh, guess i would sleep till late again tomorrow. And i didnt mind. The work was done, i had nowhere to rush, some sleep will do me good. I crushed to bed, burrying myself under the covers, sleep coming almost instantly at me.

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[briswriting]

afterparty for two

pairing: kenma x reader genre: fluff

a/n: this is for @letmeshouyou my qee babie because it’s may 26th rn for her which means its her birthday yayay hehe everyone go wish her a happy birthday rn or else!!! ily qee bb i hope you have a wonderful birthday because you’re such a wonderful person and you deserve it mwah birthday kith for you i wanted to post this at exactly midnight for qee but the power didn't come back on before i went to sleep so i couldn't queue it ALSO i wrote this as i jammed out to my childhood throwbacks playlist hence the references im sorry but not really

“Now the two of you finally have some alone time, have fun, be safe, use protection!”

Rolling your eyes at Kuroo’s words, you push him past the doorway, saying your goodbyes to the last of the party guests, making sure they get to their cars safely, before shutting your front door. Walking back into the living room, you spot your boyfriend throwing the trash left on the coffee table into a garbage bag, the speaker still playing the playlist of music you had set up as background noise for the party.

Walking up behind him, you wrap your arms around his waist and burry your face into the crook of his neck, smelling what was left of his cologne after a full day of wearing it.

Dropping the garbage bag to the floor, Kenma turns around and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest. “You tired?”

“Mmmm socializing is a lot of work, especially when you’re the one in the spotlight,” you mumble, reaching your arms up to wrap around his neck, fingers fiddling with the strands of hair at the back of his head.

“You can head to bed. I can finish cleaning up by myself if you’re too tired,” he whispers before placing a kiss to the top of your head, his own hands fiddling with the ends of your hair as the two of you stand in the middle of the living room.

With a quick look around the room from where you were standing, you know it would take Kenma a while to clean up the aftermath of your birthday party. There were still bottles and cans, some empty and some needing to be emptied down the drain, littered around surfaces of the room, the cushions and throw pillows of the couch needed to be placed back to their usual positions, the leftover food and cake on the counter of the kitchen had to be put away before it spoiled over night, and there were definitely sticky spots on the surfaces of the tables that needed to be wiped up from spilled drinks.

“No it’s okay I want to help you clean up first.” You smile at him, then lean in to place a quick peck on his lips. “Besides, I don’t like falling asleep without you next to me.”

“Are you sure? You look tired and it’s your birthday, you don’t have to do any of the cleaning up.”

“I’m sure Kenma.” Removing yourself from his arms, you walk over to your phone and switch the playlist blaring from the speakers. “And I’m sure the songs on this playlist will help keep me awake while we clean up.”

“Oh no, please don’t tell me it’s the-”

Before he can finish his sentence, the lyrics of I’ll Make a Man Out of You from Mulan are blasting from the speakers as you turn up the volume and scream the lyrics as you start cleaning up the kitchen countertops, trying to keep yourself awake by singing the songs from your throwbacks playlist.

The two of you seem to clean up at a faster pace as you sing the lyrics and dance to various Disney songs, Big Time Rush songs, and One Directions songs while Kenma watches you with an amused grin on his face.

As your home starts to look much cleaner than before, you notice Kenma sitting down on the couch, exhausted from the day's events and having to clean up afterwards. As the last notes of  Boyfriend by Big Time Rush come to an end on the speaker and you hear the beginning notes of Can I Have This Dance from High School Musical.

Grinning to yourself, you quickly walk up to Kenma and start singing the lyrics to him as you tug on his hand to urge him to get up and dance with you. Once he does, you quickly entwine your right hand with his left hand then guide his right arm to your waist before you place your left hand on his shoulder.

While the song plays, the two of you are swaying to the beat of the song, goofy smiles on both of your faces as you quietly sing the lyrics to each other. As the song comes to an end, Kenma leans in and places a kiss on your lips before whispering another happy birthday to you for what seemed like the thousandth time that day.

In the arms of the person you love, you wouldn’t have wanted your birthday to end any other way as you glace at the clock and notice the hands of the clock reaching the twelve indicating the end of your special day, but definitely not the end of the love you have in your heart for Kenma Kozume.

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[thewritingstar]

Falling Back to You

Pairing: Blossick (Blossom x Brick, Reds)

Fandom: The Powerpuff Girls

Soft, sweet reds because I've been feeling angsty lately and needed a breather lol. Sorry to everyone who follows me for other fandoms, I promise Ill write more for FT (you can always leave asks lol)

Tag List: @over-under-through1 @shellielyzabeth (if you want to be on my tag list, you can find the post or dm me)

I hope you enjoy. This has been sitting in my drafts for a few months and decided to just finish it lol. 

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“I’m surprised you don’t have your hat on.” A voice came from behind him. But not just any voice. The moment the first word left those lips, the hair on his neck stood up and sent a familiar chill down his back. It was a voice that he knew well, could distinguish in a crowd of a thousand voices, it was the equivalent of his favorite song or the taste of the sweetest thing to melt in your mouth.

“Blossom.” He said under his breath but her super hearing picked it up.

She thought she was prepared to see him, after all its been two years. That’s enough time to heal, right? But she prayed that he didn’t hear the small gasp that escaped her lips as he turned. That crisp dark red suit fit him like a glove and she spotted him from a mile away in that signature color. He looked good in red.

“Hi.” She managed to say smoothly as he took a step towards her. 

“What are you doing here?” He asked with a reluctant tone. It was only the most important night of his life. The one where he would be promoted to the head of the department, the one he busted his ass off from the ground up. Not to mention an award for a case he worked on last year. 

She shrugged and bit her lip. “My boss is here and I have to write a report for him.” Then added. “And I wasn’t going to miss the achievement you have been talking about for literal years.” She said shyly. “I promised after all.” 

And she did. Back when they had dated all those years ago. Blossom was by his side as he worked from being an assistant at the law firm to one of the most promising lawyers, and now the highest ranked lawyer, but she missed the last part. Unfortunately. 

He studied his ass off and she did too, both of them determined to outshine anyone in their paths, maybe that why they chose different companies. They had traded their childhood rivalry for a path of lust and love, a simple competition would not be throwing them down that path. In fact their jobs were the reason they weren’t together.

“You remembered.” He said under his breath. She heard it, of course. 

She tapped her foot and looked around before giving a puzzling look. “Wheres Jasmine?” It pained her to ask. 

Jasmine. Oh yes, his girlfriend who couldn’t be bothered to celebrate to most important time of his career. Or rather, ex girlfriend, As of last night where he found her with another man. 

“Not my girlfriend.” He simply stated as she nodded before taking a sip of her drink. 

It must have been good if she brought it to her lips. Blossom loved a good cocktail but if it was hard liquor, she required top shelf, something he admired. He was like that too and was the reason she only drank the highest quality. 

“What about Tyson?” 

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Not my boyfriend.” She said bitterly and he didn’t know why he was happy about it. “Cheated on me for a blonde.” Her glass was on the verge of cracking before she smoothed out her dress. “Typical.” 

He hummed in agreement. There was a feeling of anger running through him as he thought about any man hurting Blossom, sure he hurt her too but nothing like that. No their fight was different, it was a fight about whats best for both of them. 

They had just under an hour before the cermony started. He didn’t want to bother being inside socailzing with a bunch of random people and he had a feeling she didn’t either. The wide open hallway was becoming stuffy and he could see a trio of men walking their way and knew Blossom would become the talking point. 

Before Brick could turn them the other way, the men were already there. 

“Brick.” The tall one spat. 

“Landon.” Brick matched his tone. What a dumb name he thought. 

Landon turned and did not bother to hide the fact that he was checking out Blossom. Of course he was. Even in her simple black cocktail dress that screamed sophistication, she was a walking dream. 

“And you are?” He gave her a smirk that could charm anyone, expcet for Blossom of course. 

Brick was pracitcally smiling as Blossom shook his hand. He knew she wouldn’t take his bait. 

“Blossom Utonium. Head of corrupt affairs at Duchess Law.” She started with what Brick likes to call her “Miss Business voice”. 

Landon smirked. “Duchess Law? Someones a smart cookie.” He winked. 

The other men behind him agreed and Blossom held her tounge. She hated being patronized or looked down on. He should be thanking the lucky stars that he’s even in her presence.

Brick could tell she was annoyed and wrapped his arm around her waist before looking at Landon. “She makes more money than all three of you combine and actally can win a case so show some repect.” He spat and he turned them around towards the back doors that led to the garden space. 

The feeling of having his arm around her sent a spark through her body. At first it felt foreign but the memories came rolling in waves as they walked.

“I could handle myself.” She stated and he hid his laugh.

“I know, but you won’t because of your repuation. I for one don’t care about mine that much.”

“Or maybe its because you still care.” She teased as she sat on the stone bench with him. 

He was about to response but his phone began to ring. He wanted to ignore it but Blossom probably would say something about it. 

“Its Butch.” He said before trying to put it back into his pocket. 

“You should anwser it. I’m sure he’s wanting to wish his brother well.”

He huffed and anwsered on the final ring. 

“Hello?”

“Hey quick question. Do you think that I would win in a fight against Thanos?” 

Brick only shook his head.

“Butch.”

“Its serious cause Buttercup doesn’t think so but I could take him for sure.” 

Blossom was holding a hand to her mouth as the guy kept going on about the stupid question. 

“Oh shit dude, tonights your night!”

“Yes it is now Imma hang up now.”

“Brick be nice.”

“Wait a minute bro. Is that Miss Blossom with you?”

“Yes because shes the only one who bothered to care.”

“Hey you’re the one who said not to come. Anyways tell her I said hi and that you two should totally get back together because you kept going on and on about how you missed her and leaving her was the worst choice you made-” The line cut dead and the phone was shoved in his pocket. 

“Hes stupid.” He mumbled and Blossom drank the rest of her drink. 

“Hes not wrong.”

He turned towards her and gazed silently. She was just as he remembered. Gorgeous and graceful and even without a word spoken, she could command a room. He admired her greatly and she felt the same. 

“Brick, can we just skip all of it?” She asked softly. 

“I’ve kinda been looking forward to my award.”

“No, not this.” She gestured to the building. “But this.” She pointed between them. 

“Skip what?”

“Oh I don’t know, the drama of it all? Because if we don’t confess now we are going to waste so much time running after each other and I-I dont want to waste time.” She looked down at her shoes. A sad sigh leaving her lips. “I just miss you.” 

The confession surprised him. They were both forward people who never beat around the bush but when it came to their feelings between them, they had always been shy. Boomer and Bubbles were easy to confess and even Butch and Buttercup seemed to have it together but for them, it felt impossible sometimes.

No matter where he turned, she was there. They had always crossed paths like star-crossed lovers and it was as if the universe was constantly pulling them together and they had tried. They really did. 

Perhaps the timing wasn’t enough or their pride had stood in the way. they never meant to fall apart the way they did but when the other side of the bed was empty, those walls they held up became transparent and it only took a mere few seconds to see what they had lost. 

But he understood what she meant. They both knew that if anything were to happen between them tonight it would start a snowball effect that everyone was tired of seeing. Over and over they would fall in line and build each other up before something came between them and pulled them apart. 

He wanted to get past all the hurdles of playing cat and mouse until on of them caved and said their feelings. But her saying she missed him wasn’t her caving, she was just tired and so was he.

They had been young when they had fallen in love. The rules of life tossing them into a sea of doubt but now they were adults who knew the game and could easily avoid anything in their paths, except each other. 

His hand slid over hers. “I missed you too.”

She smiled softly before her hand rested on his cheek. “I’m really proud of you Brick, you’ve come along way.” 

“I’m just happy you got to see it.” He whispered before his lips touched hers with a fire they both had missed. 

A swirl of fire and ice that only they knew. No matter how much life decided to pull them apart or change the course, he would always find himself coming back to her. 

The kiss didn’t last as long as he would have liked but seeing the faint blush on her cheeks made it all worth it. 

“What are you doing later?” He asked as he helped her up from the bench. 

“I was going to get take out and sit in my hotel room watching movies.” 

Brick leaned over to fix the bow in her hair, taking the time to have her close. “I don’t suppose you would accept any company?” He winked before kissing the back of her hand and handing her the red purse.

“I think I can make an exception.” She winked and he had never thought she had looked more stunning. 

She took his hand, their palms resting naturally together, before walking back to the ceremony, where he would leave with not only his award but the woman he had loved for years and years. 

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was the ending lazy? yes. do I care, only a little bit. Lol. I’ve had a really off day so I hope this is good.

Hope you enjoyed :) 

#blossick #blossom x brick #reds ppg #ppg x rrb #ppg fanfic #blossick fanfic #thewritingstar

[chnsfairy]

2:58am and thinking of u | han jisung

words ; 1,110

genre ; fluff

requested ; no

a/n ; this was straight up a simple blurb but it’s past midnight and here we are

m.list in bio

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"let's have a late night adventure !!!!" jisung yelled through ur phone a poor attempt at making u go deaf

(￣_￣)・・・

sir ,,,,, its ,,,, well past midnight 

“ji ... what’re u talking about”

u were just about to go to sleep too but then OFC THIS BITCH WAKES U UP

"awwee come on y/n u know,,, we could go down to the 24/7 convenience store to get something to eat, and then we can go to the lake, where we toss in rocks while we just talk or tell stories, i don't know– now it sounds kinda silly" 

:(((

oh

u sat up straight because suddenly :(( ur wide awake and that just sounds super fun :((

DAMN U JISUNG AND UR ANTICS

oke but like ,, u don't have anything better to do so maybee this isn’t such a bad idea

even tho ur parents would probably kill you LMAO BUT THAT DOESNT MATTER WHO CARES MSNDNJSS

"jisung you should go to sleep ~~”

like bro (・_・ヾ

“why’re u even awake anyway its 2:58am”

“W E LL I could be asking u the same thing >:[[[”

ok who are we kidding

this kid is straight up dodging the question

the only reason why jisung couldn’t sleep is because he was thinking of u

yes 

i know

poor boy :(((

he cant even get sleep anymore

ur just always in his thoughts :(( not in a creepy way or anything sdjfkasdmfkj

BDVJKSAV BUT HE DIDN’T WANT TO THINK ABOUT WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF U FOUND OUT

no no no that would be b ad ,,,,,,,,,,,

he didn’t even know what HE would do

maybe bury himself into a hole

and hibernate there forever

MCDMDDVJK okie anyway

“oh u know,,, couldn’t sleep,, normal stuff”

lies

oh boy

see now u were just up late listening to the few songs jisung and his friends had released online and then u got distracted

and listened to them again

and again

and again

KMDSKCD IT’S NOT UR FAULT THAT THEY’RE ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD AND THAT MAYBE U GOT A BIT OFF TRACK CAUSE JISUNGS VOICE = VERY PRETTY 

“hmm well then if u cant sleep then lets go do something !!! “

“ji i said couldn’t sleep,,, past tense,,, i was planning on passing out until noon tomorrow but then u called me”

“well ur awake now”

.......... he had a point

u were wide awake so like ,,,,,,,,,,, why say no ,,,

“y/n ur not getting a choice in the matter anyway cause im at ur house now”

THIS KID I SWEAR HE-

and then there was a tapping at ur window

but jesus lmao that scared u 

u almost fell off ur bed

“JISUNG”

“well are u gonna open the window or not”

;___;

u were still talking over the phone even tho u were two feet away from each other

yes the dumbness genes appear in both sides of the friendship

so u hung up on his ass 

and then went to unlock the window ofc

U WERENT GONNA LEAVE HIM OUT IN THE COLD

UR NOT THAT MEAN 

but because it’s really chilly outside :(( hes got red cheeks ,,,,,, cute ,,,,,

MKXDMSF WAIT WHAT C U TE ????

where did this come from

;________;

aha ah a a ha 

“u hung up on me im sad now :(((”

“jisung- u were right outside”

“Y/N U DIDN’T SAY GOODBYE T T”

and all u could do was cock ur head to the side and stare at him blankly

“well i’ll make sure to say goodbye next time ok ?”

“really o(TヘTo)”

“yes you drama queen”

after u successfully got jisung into ur room and shut the window quietly you just ,, laid back down on ur bed cause like 3am ,,,, tired ,,, 

but now jisung is here AND HE’S LAYING DOWN NEXT TO U AND UR HEARTS DOING THE THUMP THUMP THINGY AND ASMDJSAKFKJ

u’ve known him ur whole life why is it just now ur feeling all these things 

huh

wh y

jisung has slept over PLENTY of times ://// and he’s slept in the same bed with u too cause like ???????

uhhh ?????? 

you’ve known each other since u were tinie babies ???

but now well uh

now ur stomach is doing the flippy thing with all the butterflies ;-;;;;

.....

“jisung”

“hm”

“why’re u here ,,, i mean ,, usually u just call me when something’s up or you cant sleep”

suddenly the silence felt like it was louder than jisung’s usual screaming

“i told u ,,,,, i wanted to go DO something ,,,, i felt cramped up in my house”

“why didn’t u message chan or someone ?? he’s always up at this hour and im usually asleep by now” 

.......................................

“i dont know ,,, i wanted to see u ,,,, i mean do i even need a reason to see u”

“i guess not”

ur face : (・_・;)

ur heart : *MDSJNSFDKMVDSJVMK*

here’s this boy

ur best friend

just laying down next to u

and ur body forgot how to function for a hot second

u ended up burying ur face in ur pillow so he couldn't see ur face getting redder and redder by the second

“well ,,, it’s a bit too late to go out and do anything so ,,, why don’t u just stay over ,, i don’t think my parents will mind” 

“oh yes please (´ ∀ ` *)”

soon enough jisung had changed into a t shirt and sweatpants he had once left at ur house ;;;

because he’s forgetful

stupid

but ,, u know... you maybe ,,,, took the liberty ,,, of wearing them from time to time ,,,

WHAT IT WAS A REALLY COMFY T SHIRT OK >:[[

it was just a bonus that it smelled like him ,,, 

NO NO SHUT UP JAFNCKASMCSAC

THAT DOESNT MATTER ITS NOT THE POINTTTT

“jisung ,,”

“hmm. ... ?”

although clearly he was already half asleep by now ,,, so maybe u could trust that he wouldn’t remember what u were saying ,,

“i couldn’t sleep cause i was thinking of u”

...................

shit shit shi shit did u really say that

shit

can u take it back ???

no stupid time doesn’t work that way

...........

“hey me too .. we’re twins ....”

but before u could process what this half asleep voice was saying jisung had already passed out

(•ิ_•ิ)?

sorry sir what 

wee woo wee woo 

MDKJVNKDSMJDVKMDKDMD !!!!!!

thats ur heart that’s gonna shortcircuit right here !!!!!!

how're you supposed to sleep NOW ???

;_____;

“oh god please don’t remember this in the morning ......”

#ok !!!!!! good night !!!! #its almost 2:58am here !!!! #tired ;; #stray kids #skz #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #jisung #han jisung #stray kids jisung #han jisung imagines #skz imagines

[douchedolan]

"Baby please , we can talk this one out yeah? I made a mistake, im stupid. Ill say anything you want me to say but dont leave me baby" grayson cried as youre packing anything you left in his place "no Gray , you gave her what we had..It was a choice you made. A choice you said youd never do to me but yet here we are" you say voice cracking as you gathered everything. "im not letting you leave , youre my everything , I can tlet you leave" he sayd blocking the door way...(1/2)

(2/2) "you cheated on me ! I gave you everyhting ! I gave you my heart , my time , my fucking virginity for god sakes and you couldn't just stick to one vagina Grayson?! Its taking me so much to just not punch you in your shit" you said trying to squeeze past him but hes not budging "then punch me! Hit me , anything please y/n dont leave me" he cries grabbing your bags out of your hands and out of your reach (2/3)

(3/3) "grayson we arent doing this.." You say trying to grab it out of his hands instead you feel yourself getting lifted off the floor into his arms "Im not letting you leave" he says pinning you down onto his bed with his body but instead of protesting you can thelp but start to break down and cry. Hearing you cry makes him cry harder and you two just lay there until you passout asleep in his arms until ypu wake up in the midnight and leave him alone

Thank you so much! :)

Your heart hurt so bad, it was probably the most painful feeling you’ve ever experienced in your whole life. Seeing Grayson laying on top of another woman, giving her all the kisses that actually belonged to you was terrible. It was as if your whole world fell apart, nothing made sense anymore. The man, who was your first true love betrayed you in the most cruel way. You would have never thought he was he was capable of putting you so much pain. 

“I can’t believe you’ve done this. You know exactly how my ex treated me. You’ve always told me that you loved me, that I am the only one and that you will never hurt me and now we’re here”, you cried and tried to walk past him, but he blocked the door. “I can’t just let you leave like that!” His eyes were filled with tears, a view that was almost as painful as the fact that he cheated on you. “Please, I know that I messed up. I fucked this up and I fucking hate myself for that. I should be someone who protects you from people who hurt you and now I am the one who hurt you. I am an asshole, I know, but please don’t leave me”, he sobbed while tears were rolling down his cheek.  

You tried to push him away but you were so fragile compared to him so he stopped you with ease by grabbing your shoulders. “Give me your bags”, he said softly and grabbed your bags. “Let me go”, you begged. “Please.” 

Grayson looked down at you and and placed your bags out of reach. “I can’t, I don’t want you to be alone right now.” You stared at the floor, being all quiet. Your head  hurt. So much was going on in your mind, things you wanted to scream at Grayson, but you couldn’t. “Please, say something”, Gray sobbed and gently grabbed your hands. “Don’t touch me like that”, you burst out and started hitting on his chest. You let out all the anger, while you screamed your lungs out. He let you do that until you gave in. “Don’t make this any harder”, you yelled and tried to grab your bags again, but Grayson lifted you up in his arms and carried you to his bed, pinning you down. 

“I can’t let you go”, he repeated. His breath hit your face, while he was hovering over you. Your anger turned into sadness again and you couldn’t hold it anymore, you started crying even harder. Seeing his girl like that and knowing that he was responsible for that made him hate himself even more. “I am so sorry for this”, he cried. “I am sorry won’t fix this”, you told him and felt how his arms tensed up. “I know”, he admitted and you realized how tired you actually were. You were incredibly exhausted as your eyes closed and you drifted into a peaceful sleep. You didn’t even care that you were still in Gray’s bed with him hovering over you, you couldn’t hold it any longer. 

You didn’t know what time it was when you woke up, but it was dark outside. After looking at your phone you realized it was past midnight. You looked over at Gray, who was laying beside you with his arms wrapped around you. His eyes were puffy, but he looked so peaceful when he slept. You loved seeing him like that, but knowing what he did to you, just hurt you. “I am so sorry Gray” you whispered to yourself, grabbed your bags and left his house. In that moment you realized that it was completely over and the man, who you thought was the one, was just another painful chapter of your life. 

#gray #grayson #grayson dolan #dolan twins #imagine #imagines #au #blurb #blurbs #writing #writings #ask

[macklives]

session 36 end

heyheyhey

gotta end it here bc its midnight, i am tired and we got 30 pages which is a reasonable amount for me. i usually do 20. or 40 when i have a bunch of time and its not wayyyy past my bedtime lol but i realized i couldnt do that many tonight. man i should sleep more bc i wake up early :(

uhhhhh anyways, now is the time i gotta recall what i posted and recap shit in the best way possible? for some reason this is always weird bc i dont remember shit lmfao so i gotta scroll through my posts and go OH YES WTF THAT HAPPNED. my minds a little blank sometimes so hence why i forget what i post or what happens plot wise lol. ill just numerate these, not by order, but by what i can recall while i type it.

1. dad egbert

oh man, dude is strong. he punched that poor imp through the wall and that imp was prepared for that shit. i love dad a lot and idek why. maybe bc he is an unproblematic guardian but also doing his best. i lowkey just wanna know so much about him and i hope there’s also an actual intro for him?? probably not since we already know who he is but hey, we knew who jade was since the start we just didnt know HER. maybe its the same with dad.

2. SPADES SLICK

HOLY FUCK IM KINDA CONFUSED AS TO WHATS HAPPENING WITH HIM

THAT IS HIM RIGHT?? THATS SPADES SLICK? FROM THE MIDNIGHT CREW? IM NOT GOING CRAZY AM I?

man if so, this guy is in a webcomic the kids read but he’s now also an alien who is watching over the egberts in the dark kingdom. thats.... a lot to take in. i dont know if the webcomic is based on him or vise versa or how it even happened or WHY? man i really dont know.

i wonder if the kids ever meet him they go “hey youre from the midnight crew!” and he goes “fuck, my cover here has been blown, thanks kids” maybe thats whats going on, maybe he is a spy acting as spades slick. maybe thats his spy lab where hes keeping an eye on the kids to make sure they dont do any nasty shit.

3. rose’s lab

someones been living in there and idk who but mom lalonde is up to something and theres a kitten and i love it.

4. PM

lets just say they are valid. that is my whole opinion on them.

5. dad’s room

circus, i think its a circus lmfao. im not even joking at this point and damn do i know i joke A LOT. mostly about shitty things that i probably shouldnt joke about bc i have to be serious now. gotta keep my rep up. but no, legit every one of my posts, unless its a LONG ASS RANT or ME SCREAMING is basically a joke. i dont take things seriously ahjshssj

yeah, thats pretty much it

#homestuck #homestuck liveblog #hs36 #hs36 end

[sidespromptblog]

Hello, do you mind making something with Logan and Deceit, fluff preferably? Still, anything would be great, all your writings are so enjoyable ^_^ Thank you very much and have a good day!

(Sorry for this being so late, I hit a dry spell with my writing. But even so, I hope that you enjoy this, its got a touch of hurt/comfort but its fluff in the end!) 

“What aren’t you doing out here? At this time of night?”

Cracking his eyes open Logan blandly stared back in the direction that the voice had come from, he wasn’t all too surprised to see Deceit standing there his back facing the bathroom from which the light blanketed him and cask an imposing shadow where he stood. Although, that imposing shadow was slightly lessened by the green facial mask that was smeared all across the left side of the dishonest sides face, and even more so by the bright green pajamas that Deceit wore complete with lemons dotting the fabric in every which way. Had he not been so tired Logan would have snorted out loud at the sight of it, but instead, a tiny smile cracked its way onto his face before he pressed his lips together in a thin line to ward off the peels of laughter that wanted to bubble up out of his chest.

Deceit’s eyes narrowed, so the smile clearly wasn’t helping his case any. Not that he had been trying all that hard to begin with.

“I…” He groaned as soon as he sat up, his aching back screaming in protest at the action, and for a split second Deceit shifted forward before he froze where he stood. His self-preservation battling with his natural instinct to remain the bad guy, clearly. “I could not sleep, so I came out here to find some solace. Although..” Logan’s eyes darted down to the book that had fallen from his fingers, it’s pages were a complete mess and he’d really need to straighten them up before he put the book back on his shelf. “I happened to accidentally fall asleep while reading.”

Deceit nodded his head like one of those bobble head figurines as his gaze darted away from Logan and towards the darkened kitchen, it was well past dinner time. Evident by the fact that all of the pots and pans had been washed and put on the drying rack, the food that the others would have eaten were most likely in the fridge wrapped up all neatly for anyone who needed a midnight snack.

Or…

“So what are you doing up so late? I don’t mean to presume anything about your sleeping habits, lest you point out my own. But…” Deceit felt every muscle in his body stiffen as soon as Logan pushed his glasses back up the smooth curve of his nose, the way that the logical side was looking at him said everything. There was a look of concern and…confusion written all over Logan’s face, and never more so than now did he want to ignore it and shoo it away with his own evil actions.

Perhaps just a simple flex of his hand, to make that look of concern go away, or..or he could just cackle. After all, he wouldn’t need to silence the other again if he just felt that he was something to be feared, there would be no need for actions. At least not that threatening.

Opening his mouth, a sneer curled on Deceit’s lip like a worm scorching under the heat of the summer sun.

“You don’t need to lie to me,” And almost immediately the scornful words died on his tongue before they even had a chance to begin, “It’s not like I am the kind of person to tell on you to Roman…” A beat of silence passed between them, as Deceit’s fists clenched and unclenched, still allowing Logan to freely speak his mind and everything that came with it, before… “or Virgil.” A bitter sensation welled on Deceit’s tongue at Anxiety’s name, and even more so at the thought of the ex-dark side finding him here, or even just..confronting him here. Would Logan tell him? He said that he wouldn’t wake him, but he gave no promise to telling him about their encounter once the anxious side woke. Virgil would certainly be angry if he knew that he was here, with one of his precious friends of all things. He’d threaten him perhaps..and he’d never be able to sneak through here as he once did.

He’d…be locked out.

“Please don’t tell him,” The words of desperation left his lips before he even had a chance to think them over, and he could only watch as Logan blinked in pure surprise before a sympathetic but understanding smile curled onto his face. It was a nice smile, if only it was under better circumstances. “I’m here because..because…” The hem of his pajama shirt fumbled between his fingers, and yet that understanding look didn’t leave the logical side’s face. No matter how long it was taking him to come out with the truth, “I didn’t eat tonight..or this afternoon..or this morning either. I didn’t even eat yesterday, because…”

Logan’s shoulders straightened in an instant, as all traces of exhaustion fled his face. There was a look of seriousness on his face, a look that Deceit could only ever recall being on the receiving end of, only this time it wasn’t aimed at him. It was aimed at an enemy that he let alone Logan couldn’t see, a part of him felt delighted in the way that Logan’s eyes lit up with an icy cold flame as his the muscles in his jaw strained the moment that his teeth ground against one another. Nobody had ever been angry for him, it was unprecedented.  

Unprecedented…but enthralling nonetheless.

Logan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as the logical side swallowed thickly. “You need food?” He carefully asked, gauging Deceit’s every reaction no matter how minuscule. He certainly wasn’t lying, Logan was damned certain of that. More certain than he’d ever been in his entire life, and watching Deceit nod his head in a rather monotone confirmation he had only one thing to say to the dishonest side who looked more awkward standing there than ever. “Sit.”

Surging up to his feet, he saw only wariness from the other side, or at least before he gestured to the empty loveseat that a mere hour ago he had just been asleep on. Out of all the ways that he was reacting, he was sure that Deceit could never have expected this.

“Sit.”

That was the only word that registered within Deceit’s mind as his body mindlessly stumbled over to where Logan had just been sleeping, and it was the only word he heard again as his legs folded out from under him and he found himself sitting on the squishy couch cushions that had until a few seconds ago held Logan. He really didn’t even know what to think of this, out of everyone the logical side had always seemed like the less likely person to listen let alone care about whatever was going on with him. And yet…here he was, flicking on the kitchen lights and cooking what smelled like soup for him, when he really hadn’t asked him to do so. It really seemed like something that Patton would do, or..or something that Virgil would have done if they had still been friends.

But no, it was Logic.

It’s Logic. That was the only thing he could think as he looked back at Logan as he carried the bowl full of steaming broth back into the living room.

“I apologize,” Logan began with an almost sheepish grin, as he offered the warm bowl to Deceit’s waiting hands. “I’m not the best at doing anything outside of baking, so I warmed up some chicken noodle soup from a can. It’s best to stick to liquids if you haven’t eaten in a while, no use in you getting sick all over the place.” For the longest moment, Logan just watched as Deceit stared into the warm broth. The dishonest side didn’t make even a single movement to pick up the spoon, the frozen look of abject shock was written all over his face made Logan’s stomach twist uncomfortably for a moment.

At least until Deceit’s hand moved, it was slow at first, as if the dark side in front of him was living his life in slow motion, or in the very least trying to wade through molasses. But eventually, he grasped the spoon, although he didn’t yet bring it to his mouth, not until his eyes darted up locking onto Logan’s.

“Will you read to me? As I eat?”

Logan’s throat seized, and in that moment between them, if he were able to feel such things, then Logan surely would have allowed himself to cry at the question. It had been…far too long since one of the sides had wanted him to read to them, too boring, not fantastic enough, or..something to be listened to only when they wanted to get to sleep fast. But even so, Logan found himself blinking back tears as he settled onto the loveseat right next to Deceit, who was slowly spooning the warm soup into his mouth.

“Of course, anything for you,” Logan whispered, and he meant every word.  

#logan sanders #logic sanders #ts deceit #sympathetic deceit #deceit sanders #platonic loceit

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Till Death Do We Part// Chapter 8, Selena’s Window

Yolanda sat there in her cell, marking yet another day on the wall. It's been over 24 years, over 8,760 days from when she was first convicted for her heinous crime. It felt like time would constantly move slow, the clock in her room would tick slowly, second by second passing. The ticks would be loud at some points, and at others, they would die down. Those sounds of the clock would ring through her ears and almost drive her mad. It was too constant, it was as if it were something she couldn’t get away from. Time itself was a constant reminder for her, it made her remember her mistakes. It made her remember when she killed Selena.

Currently, at her place on the floor, she was staring at the bunk bed in front of her that was always dormant. They refused to partner her up with anyone, she didn’t deserve it. She didn’t deserve the company, she was meant to be alone. It pissed her off, she hated it but she knew this was the placed she earned in this world.

A curse left her breath as she was called out of her cell for lunch. She had forgotten what time it was. She looked outside her cell and there was a guard, standing ready with a key to unlock her from her prison so that she could be taken to me the mess hall.

“Come on Saldivar, its lunch time.” the guard beckoned as she grabbed her wrist roughly and led her to the cafeteria.

This was the only time that she was able to see other people, but she wasn’t allowed to communicate with them. She would watch them from a distance, as they would look in her direction and spit in it. And speaking of spit, she has been spit on multiple times by other inmates who even knew she had went to far. It didn’t matter what they did, or how long they were in for, they all hated her, despised her, all except a couple. The few who were supported were marked as “crazy”, they would sit as close to her as they possibly could; winking and smiling at her every time they passed her cell, or even just to get food.

They thought it was brave to the star out, they were always jealous of her fame and fortune.

“What does she have that I don’t have? A pretty face? I had one hell of a face before I was stuck in here, I could’ve been a star.” “She didn’t deserve to be so successful. I’ve seen girls prettier than her and she still got to the top of the charts.” “She ain’t make it look that hard, I bet anyone of us could’ve done this. We could’ve done this.” “Hell yeah we could’ve. Waste of time to think that she was going to actually see the end of her career. Thank goodness we had Yolanda here to stop her.” These were some of the things that had been said about her. They wanted to show their support. In their eyes, she was the most successful person there, she actually achieved something that most couldn’t or even feared to do. And with that they cheered her on, and worshiped her like a god.

It wasn’t always the same set of women, after all she’s been here for 24 years and not everyone was still there. Her first group was out on parole after her 9th year there. Second group was gone about a year or two ago. This third group seemed like they were here to stay, well at least one of them was. She was one of the girls from the last group, and older woman, placed back here because she decided to murder her boyfriend. The first time, she was in here for bank robbery. This woman just didn’t know when to quit, but Yolanda wasn’t surprised. She actually grew quite fond of her. And when her security walked away she would move to their table, admiring her admirers and listening to them talk about her success. She would laugh with them, and enjoy listening to their stories of how they ended up here and what they plan to do when they get out, no matter how violent their decisions were. But when her guard came back she rushed back to her lonesome table, wondering how long it would take before she could talk to her “friends” once again. It was the only thing she enjoyed, and it was the only thing to make her feel powerful.

After she finished her sandwich for today, her guard took her back to the cell that she hated. It was her home, and although it was now only 2 o clock, she was tired. She climbed into the bottom bunk and curled up, grabbing the pillow tightly and sighing into it. To be honest, she regretted everything, being part of the fan club and even meeting Selena in the first place. She wish she never knew about her, and maybe, just maybe she still would’ve been out living her life today.

She continued to think about the thing that landed her in this prison of life, one that she would more than likely spend the rest of her life in. She didn’t expect to be out for parole, even when the time comes, she was expecting everyone to never forgive her. If she got out, everyone would despise her, she won’t be able to get a job, and she’ll be struggling to maintain herself. After all, she was going to be over 60; almost old enough to get her social security and yet she wouldn’t have worked in over 30 years. She was going to be broke, she was never going to regain her life. And with that, she tried to clear her mind.

At dinner, she felt strange, she felt as if something was different, as if someone was watching her. She was slightly paranoid the whole time, watching everyone in the dining hall as they walked past her to their tables. It seemed like no one was paying her mind, and not even her biggest fans were looking in her direction today.

“I think her being in here as made her a little crazy.” one teased as she lifted her index finger to her head and rotated it in a circular motion.

“She’s been in here so long, what do you expect?” another one said.

“Maybe she’s just tired. Sometimes, when I don’t get enough sleep, I start acting a little crazy. You know, a little insane. Sleep is important for us.”

“Yeah, yeah, we know.”

“Should one of us go to check on her?”

“Nah, she’ll be fine by tomorrow.” the oldest woman at the table said as she turned in her direction and made a heart with her hands.

Yolanda just sent here a smile and a nod as she sat down the rest of her food, unable to finish due to the mental discomfort and the feeling of unease that tugged at her stomach. Needless to say, she was ready to head back to her cell.

Later that night, after the guards went home, she was slowly entering a relaxed state. She got comfortable as she laid down and turned towards the wall. She closed her eyes and drifted off into a sleep slumber.

At a quarter to midnight, she woke up, feeling like someone was staring directly at her. She looked outside the cell, and there was no one, the lights outside her small room were all off. The small light in her room was still shining pretty bright.

“H-hello?” she muttered out, only to receive no answer.

“Hello?” she mumbled out once more.

“I see you’ve aged quite a bit, must be the stress. You know, back when I was a singer, there was a lot of stress coming from being famous. But, I guess, being infamous can still put the same amount of weight on you. I wouldn’t know.” a voice came from inside the room.

“Who’s there?!” Yolanda jumped, sitting up in her bed, she looked around only to see nothing.

“You don’t remember me? That kind of makes me sad.”

“Who are you!? Show yourself!”

Selena looked down at her from the top bunk. She gave her a smile of both anger and disgust. “Hola bitch.” she stated.

Yolanda let out a scream, one that no one could hear. She continued to scream, before hopping off the bed and running as quick as she could to the other side of the room. He back pressed against the wall.

“You can’t be here!! You’re dead! I killed you!!”

“That you did, perra. But guess what? Since I was an innocent soul, I ended up exactly where you thought I would. In heaven, somewhere you’d never make it to. You know?” she giggled.

“This can’t be real!”

“You’re right it can’t be. It shouldn’t be, but it is, and here I am, in the flesh. My whole body, live and well with not a single bullet wound.”

“B-but how??” Yolanda swallowed hard.

Selena rolled her eyes.

“I just told you how, I’m in heaven.”

“No, I mean how did you get here?! Back to earth!?”

“That, is something I don’t know, but what I do know, is that I am back and I am well.” Selena said hopping down from the top bunk and basically floating to the floor.

Yolanda was still shivering in fear, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing and it was hard to even comprehend.

“You seemed surprised to see me.”

“Yeah!! Because you’re dead! I killed you!”

“You did. And how many years ago was it again? About 24? It's been a long time, and I bet you don’t even care.” Selena hummed as she took steps closer.

“I-I-”

Selena gets face to face with her murderer and looks her in the eyes.

“You’re not so strong without a weapon, without a gun to protect you huh? I mean look at you, you’re cowering in fear, afraid of what I might do to you. And honestly you should be.”

Yolanda grabbed the closest thing to her and threw it at Selena. It went through her, just like it would a ghost. She swallowed hard, her saliva almost getting caught into her throat.

“Trying to hurt me again? I don’t think you’ll find that as successful as you think. Too bad too, this would be a great time to prove how powerful you are.” Selena paused.

“I despise you for what you did. You killed me in cold blood in jealousy, for what? What did I ever do to you? I gave you a job, a home, and somewhere to be yourself, and how do you repay me? You murder me, right when I was hitting my peak of success, my peak of happiness. And not once did you dare to apologize. Not once did you regret anything that you did. Not once did you bring yourself to ever think about the consequences that you would bring about by taking me out. I lost my friends and family because of you, and they lost me. And it's all your fault.”

“L-look Selena, I didn’t mean to- I was just trying to-”

“Quiet!! I don’t want to hear it. You killed me! You took my life away from me!! I was happy and you just snatched it from me because you were being selfish!!” Selena said, tears forming in her eyes.

She tried not to cry but she couldn’t help it. Ghostly tears fell down her cheeks as she balled her fists in anger.

“I wanted to have kids! I wanted to start a family! I wanted to continue making my mom and dad proud, you don’t understand. I don’t expect you to understand. I really don’t” Selena shook her head and relaxed her hands.

“I’m sorry Selena!! I’m so so so sorry!! Please! Forgive me!! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to end your life like that! I was just being jealous, I just was angry that I might be forgotten or left behind by you by the time that everyone knew me.”

“I wasn’t going to forget you. I’m better than that; I’m better than you, and I always have been.”

“Selena!! I’m sorry!! Please!! Please forgive me!! I didn’t mean it!! I really didn’t mean it!!”

“Yolanda, I can’t. You did it, and you have to own up to it and you know this. I was trying to be there for you, just like I was everyone else. I wanted to make sure you were happy, that you were satisfied with your job. I wanted to see you succeed in life, just like I did, and you didn’t have to be famous to do that. You just needed to be happy, you needed to be content with what I was giving you and I was giving you everything. You had a lot of my attention, my time, and my love. You were in charge of my fans. You were to help me while I helped you. You were to be my best friend when I’m on the road but you didn’t appreciate it. It was never enough for you and I should’ve saw it in your eyes, I should’ve seen the anger and rage that ran through you for who knows how long? But you know, I tried to look past it, I was better than that. You know this, everyone knew this and that’s why they’re all pissed at you. They knew I didn’t deserve this. But what should I expect? Trust no one I guess.”

“Se-” Was the only last syllable she could mutter out before Selena cut her off.

“Vete a la mierda.” Selena said as she turned her back to Yolanda and walked away, disappearing into thin air.

Yolanda clenched her teeth, trying not to cry. She felt regret stab her in her stomach and she felt angry at her past. She fell to her knees, scraping them on the dirty cell floor. She screamed loud, her hands gripping tightly at her hair and yanking roughly, pulling strands out. She continued to screech, which echoed through the area that she was sitting in. She could feel herself slipping, wishing that she could take it all back.

The lights flickered. Before it stayed on for the rest of the night, this time, it was just a lot dimmer.

Chris was sitting in his room, his guitar in his hand as he strummed a few strings. He hummed a melody to himself, it was one that belonged to one of his ex wife’s songs. He let a long sigh escape his lips.

It was getting late, and he had been up all day trying to think of something to write, but nothing came to mind. And the longer he sat there with his instrument in his hand, the longer time slipped away from him and before he knew it, it was 1am.

“I wish Selena was here. It's been so long…”

He felt his heart ache. He felt empty inside once more, and that’s probably why he divorced his last wife. No one could replace Selena, no matter how hard he tried. He hung his head in dread.

“Bebe?” Selena’s voice came in a whisper from the other side of the room.

“Selena?” he lifted his head up to be faced with Selena standing in front of him, an enormous smile on her face.

“Selena!” he jumped up from the bed and embraced her in the best way possible in a warm loving hug.

“I missed you so much Chris.” she said, her smile fading only some.

“I missed you more Selena.” he said as he pulled away from her some, only to pull her into a deep, passionate and loving kiss.

Their hearts were beating a thousand miles a minute as they held each other in an embrace. They felt so warm and comforted.

“Wait, how could you be here!? I thought you were dead!?”

“I am dead, sadly… but… I found a way to travel here, and I knew I needed to pay you a visit.”

“Mi amor, its so late... “

Selena laughed and pushed him gently. She took a look at the clock.. “Its only 1 in the morning.”

“Pretty late to be visiting someone don’t you think?” he laughed.

“Fine!” she said pushing him harder so he falls back onto his bed in a fit of laughter.

Selena crawls on top of him and pulls him into another kiss, more passionate than the one before. Their kiss lasted for minutes before she pulled away.

“I’m sorry Selena.” he tried to fight back tears.

“About what love?” she said, questioning his worrying expression.

“I found someone else… but we got divorced! But we do have two kids… I’m so sorry.”

Selena got silent and felt something that she would assume, if she wasn’t dead, would be heartbreak. She shook her head trying to shake the feeling and gave a soft sigh.

“I didn’t expect you to stay single forever, and it wasn’t your fault I died. I just hope you were happy as long as you were with her.”

“I was, but I was never as happy with her as I was with you.” Chris mumbled.

Selena kissed him once more, wiping his tears away.

“Chris, I just want you to be happy, I don’t care how it happens. I don’t want you to just be caught up on me. I’m gone, and I can’t come back in any other way but this one. And it's not permanent. I don’t even know how long I can be like this until i have to return back to heaven but I wanted you to know how much I love you, and missed you.”

“Please don’t leave again.” he almost whimpered as he gripped her wrist.

“I have to, I’ve been on earth for a few hours now and I don’t want to miss out on talking to my family. Don’t worry, I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Selena… I love you.” he said, tears continuing to stream down his slightly swollen cheeks.

“I love you too Chris. Say “hi” to the kids fo me.”” she said as she started to fade, her voice zoning out along with her.

Chris sat there, in his room in disbelief, but he soon began to smile. He wiped his tears away and laughed some as he realized that this was the happiest he had ever been in a while.

Soon enough, Selena was in her brother’s house, who was fast asleep. She planted a kiss on his forehead and rubbed his shoulder before leaving out. She then went to go visit her sister who was preparing for bed, and gave her a pat on the shoulder and a hug from behind. Her sister turned around and saw nothing and continued to prepare herself for sleep. Selena knew she would return a better time, when everyone was active and awake so that was she could spend quality time with them.

Lastly, she went to go visit her parents who were sitting in the living room watching tv. She appeared right in front of it.

“Hola mama, papa.” Selena said grinning.

Both her parents sat up and looked at her, wiping their eyes to make sure they weren’t dreaming.

“Selena!?” they shouted in unison as they both got up and ran over to hug her.

“You can’t be real!!” her mom screamed in disbelief.

“I am mama, I’m in heaven, but I managed to come here so that I can see everyone.”

“You mean you already visited Chris and your siblings?” her father wondered.

“Yes, Chris was awake writing music but my brother and sister were sleeping.”

“We just can’t believe you’re here mija! We’re so happy to see you!”

“Me too mom, I’m so glad to be able to see you again. Both of you, here alive and well. It's been so long since I’ve been able to have the embrace of my loved once and I wish it could stay that way.”

“I wish it could too.” her mother was tearing up,

“No, please don’t cry mom…. I know this isn’t forever but I’ll be back I promise and I know you’ll both join me in heaven. I’ll just keep coming back until you do, as much as I can,as often as I can. I promise.” Selena said as she started fading away.

“What’s happening?!” her father screamed in a slight panic.

“It's time for me to go I guess. I’m sorry that I wasn’t here that long. I’ll be back. I love you both, I always will… make sure you tell Marcella and Abraham that I visited them last night, and that I’ll return soon.”

“Bye Selena! We love you!” they said together as her father hugged her mother trying his best to comfort her.

Selena waved and blew them a kiss as she became nothing. Completely gone from earth’s surface.

“Selena! Selena wake up!!” the brunette shook her new friend’s lifeless body in worry.

“Selena!” She shook her harder, as she watched Selena finally started breathing again.

She gasped and opened her eyes. She sat up, almost as if she was startled and looked her friend in the face, giving her a big tight hug. She took a second to gain her breath, her chest heaving and her heart racing.

“I’m fine Lisa. Its okay, I’m perfectly fine.”

“Thank goodness…” Lisa sighed as she clinged to her friend’s clothing.

“How long was I gone…?”

“About 5 hours. I thought I had lost you. I wasn’t expecting you to be out of it for so long. What even happened…?”

“I-I’m not sure…” she said pulling away and scratching the back of her head. “I was able to visit my killer, and I was able to get in contact with friends and family. I was so happy to see Chris… and mama and papa.”

“How…?!” Lisa’s eyes widened in wonder and speculation.

“It must have something to do with concentration and thought…”

“I didn’t know we were capable of traveling to earth.”

“Me neither, not until today anyway. But, I don’t think I can do it again. It took a lot of energy and it was super stressful.”

Lisa grew worried and hugged Selena once more, the warm embrace comforting her as they sat there together.

“I want to know more, but I rather not have you talk about it. I don’t want you hurting or worrying.”

A knock at the door suddenly came and they looked at each other in wonder.

“Who is it?” Selena shouted.

“Um… its Mac Miller.” the voice behind the door said.

“Who?” Lisa asked.

“Mac Miller, the rapper.”

“We don’t know any Mac Miller.” Selena responded.

“That’s fine… but I just wanted some help… please? I was just wondering where we were and how’d I get here? Lemme in maybe?”

“Fine come in.” Selena sighed as Mac opened the door and walked in.

“Me too” a second voice came from what seemed like out of nowhere.

A dark skinned man with dreads and an accent walked in. He took a look around, slightly confused about his surroundings.

“I don’t know where I’m at either... “ he drifted off. “Oh, and I’m Bob Marley!”

Lisa and Selena sighed to themselves as their new focus was now on the two men in front of them.

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Nightcall (2/2)

[ao3 Link] .    [Part One]

Megamind drops out of the media. Though the media doesn’t drop him.

The spike in his frequent fights with Metro Man has done a complete 360, much to the relief of the locals and to the disappointment of tourists. The news and media alike have leaped onto his sudden change like scavengers to fresh offal. Talk of his recent rendezvous, or lack thereof, are on everyone’s mind.

“He’s a maniac,” some talk-show host said into the speaker, hunched over a desk looking quite aggressive. The screen of the television baths the blue alien in a dull electronic glow illuminated his reflective eyes. He frowns at the person but having no good point to disagree. He’s just offended someone would be so bold to jump into the obvious.

“He’s a maniac, and Metro Man has been taking his sweet-ass time in trying to bring this alien-fuck down. Sure, sure, all-righteous and no-killing and what not. I’m sorry but he’s just pious.” Not just ballsy, but controversial. “My only guess as to why Megamind has abruptly vanished like a phantom is because our city’s hero finally grew a pair and kicked his skinny blue ass into the next life. And by God will none of us miss him. Look at what a shit-show he’s turned this city into—“

Megamind turns the TV off by throwing the remote so hard that it shatters the screen.

Sighing, he crawls out of his little nest of blankets and decides it’s time. He’s been procrastinating enough; he’s done nothing for the past two weeks and it’s getting to his head.

His plan to tell Roxanne started out sounding like the only resort to fixing him and his dumb extraterrestrial make-up, but he’s been pushing it off since he got home the last time he broke out of prison. Who knew he could really raise some hell by simply doing nothing.

Roxanne has made few appearances on television since her last kidnapping. Sadly enough, due to his absence, she had little to do (at least, to the public eye). She was the main reporter, focusing on Metro City’s star inhabitancies. Metro Man had nothing much to do besides helping little old ladies or getting cats from trees—not worthy of making an emergency announcement on the news.

And since he hasn’t seen her, he’s going into such a stump he’s made several near attempts to just show up at her place with no spray. How would she respond?

Well, he’d find out tonight.

He filled the invisible car up with his home-made energy source, making sure it wouldn’t run on empty. Tonight he was going out, far enough to reach the boonies.

And he wouldn’t be alone.

Megamind, unsure of how she’d react but knowing this would be practically life or death for him, grabbed a few essentials. The de-gun. Knock-out spray. Rope. You know. The usual. This had to go as smooth as possible for him to get serious with her, to assure her he’d never bother her again as long as he got this off his chest so he could wallow in misery with a peace of mind.

So, making sure she’s home with the affirmation from one of his spy-bots, Megamind packs up his things in the car and zooms out of the Lair before Minion can so much as ask “Where are you going, Sir?”

When he gets to her building, he uses a brainbot to fly him up to her balcony. She never locks it (Oh, Roxanne, I do question your sanity sometimes), so when he pushes the glass doors open, he enters a relatively quiet domain.

The lights over her tiny kitchen are on, illuminating her one-person apartment. Sniffing, and catching the remnants of her perfume, he follows it until—

“Mega—“ Before he gives her time to even finish saying his self-given name, he whips around and gives her a reasonably large dose of spray. She gasps, eyes roll up, and her body drops in a dead weight. Flinging out an arm he catches her, unable to keep his hungry eyes from the expanse of her pale, bare neck. Megamind splays his fingers across her bare, marveling at seeing her for the first time in weeks. It’s been too long.

Tonight she’s wearing civvies. A pair of dark wash skinny jeans and a white peasant blouse with little red and blue flowers along the neck and sleeves. She’s missed a barber appointment, he thinks, as her hair is exactly two centimeters longer than usual. Her hair’s also a bit damp, curling ever so slightly at the very ends. She not wearing makeup, either, letting him see all of her little brown freckles dusting her cheeks, like little stars in a milky white setting. He licks his lips.

Megamind ties her wrists and covers her mouth with a cheap duck tape. He’s never taped her mouth shut before, but for once he doesn’t want her screaming or complaining. And despite every Hollywood movie where the bad guy tapes the victim’s mouth shut, it’s very possible to remove it without the use of hands.

He carries her out bridal style, whistling for the brainbot to bring him back to the car. Once on the ground, he tucks her into the passenger seat and pulls the belt on, all before getting in himself.

And then he drives. He drives for a long time, content for the moment to sit in silence beside the soft rumble of the car’s engine.

Swerving through Metro City’s night traffic, the city lights gleaming in this never sleeping place, he keeps his head low as he goes, so stressed he finds himself clutching the wheel so hard it threatens to snap. The leather of his gloves scrunches.

They (he; she’s still knocked out) drive out of the midnight city into the rolling countryside, past the lake and past the forests. Lush green hillsides and vast farm lands. He can hear the road scratch under the car tires as asphalt turns into gravel and dirt.

After about forty minutes of driving, he can tell Roxanne is beginning to stir. Quickly, he pulls up beside a huge oak tree in the middle of no where, and void of another living soul for miles.

Well. There is a cow outside but it’s like, ten feet away minding its own business.

As the car comes to a stop, he turns the key and all is instantly quiet.

With a soft grunt, Roxanne squirms in her seat and consciousness slowly comes to. He doesn’t watch her, choosing to star at his bony knees and twiddle his thumbs. All he can hear is her movements, and his own rapidly beating heart.

“M…Mmm?” Her eyes slowly open, blinking in the dim atmosphere. Her eyes then open wider, and she looks around for the usual sights of a kidnapping. Seeing as they’re only in the car, and her mouth is taped, she abruptly begins to struggle.

“Wait!” He says frantically, trying to calm her like one would do for a wild horse. “It’s okay! This isn’t a kidnapping! Well, technically it is but it’s just us—“

“MMM!?” She starts to work her mouth through the tape in earnest, tongue visibly trying to lick at the stickiness.

“Please, wait! This is—I just want to tell you something. Something… important. I promise on my ancestors that you have full permission and more to beat me outside but… please. Just listen to me. Please, Miss Ritchi.”

Her struggling stops, and she turns to him with a suspicious glare. He bows his head, flushing in shame. She hates me.

Though she’s trapped him under an intense stare, snaring him more than he had with her, Roxanne goes still as if awaiting for whatever stupid thing he’s got to say to her.

“I… want to apologize, for my behavior two weeks ago. It was unforgivable.”

“Mm.”

“But—I… I…”

She glares harder. Ashamed of himself, he turns his stare to the dashboard.

“I love you.”

He doesn’t look up to catch her reaction, but she doesn’t respond verbally.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” He bangs his forehead against the steering wheel with each confession, feeling all the pint up emotions in him pouring out like water from a broken dam. It burns his insides with glorious relief and bittersweet shame all at once. Yet it keeps flowing. “And I’m so, so sorry. It’s—not my choice, Miss Ritchi. I can’t help it. My b-body…Ah—s—“ he stutters, so anxious it’s close to making him piss himself. He can feel it claw at this throat, threatening tears. “My species… we d-don’t have crooches, like a human. We… fall in love. Hard. And once. Only once. Once and only with one person. And that’s it. We mate for life, like doves. Or beavers. Wolves. I-It doesn’t matter. But once the relationship is formed that’s it. Cheating or finding a second love if the other leaves or dies is purely an earthly concept. My own p-parents, they—they only had eyes for each other. Sex or romance wasn’t even a concept I understood before I met y—…. I didn’t chose you, Miss Ritchi. I didn’t want this to happen. You don’t deserve this. I’ve already turned your life into a living hell, and for that I cannot apologize enough, even onto my grave. My transgressions are unforgivable. Yet, even being here on Earth I cannot…. There is no place for me. My planet, it’s… I’m all that’s left. And Minion. I didn’t think I could possibly imprint on anyone, much less a human, in this way. Yet… I am so sorry. It’s all my fault. I should have known…”

She’s fidgeting ever so softly beside him, he hears the crinkle of the tape.

He doesn’t realize he’s crying until he takes in a staggering breath, wet tears rolling down his sharp face and trickling on his lips. Salty like the sea.

He can’t bring himself to speak again in fear of weeping like a damn baby, but he feels as vulnerable as one in the moment. Weak. Childish. Pathetic.

The car falls into a silence, with his shaky breaths and a light breeze rolling against the windows. Other than that, it’s as quiet as a void. He glances at her from the corner of his eye, and sees her staring outside at the cow as if it had done something personal to disrespect her.

They sit in silence for a long time.

“I’m done,” he suddenly says.

He hears her move around again.

“I’m… I’m done. With this business,” he gestures to himself in general, to the car, to his gun. “I mean, there are things you don’t know about. Things I’ve done behind cameras. In the underworld. I’ve committed enough sins to last multiple lifetimes over. There’s blood on my hands. Miss Ritchi. Like you wouldn’t believe. And… I’m going to give it up. I can’t keep doing this…

“This such a archaic concept for me. Aah, uh, did you know… Of course you wouldn’t… The males, sometimes even the females, of my kind have to… catch the other sometimes. To express that they feel the same way. Avoids miscommunication or misplaced feelings. My own father… had to sneak into my mother’s household as teenagers to propose to her. It’s—I didn’t even realize it until recently I was courting you! Unconsciously! I’m—God I’m so sorry, Miss Ritchi. I just need to go away. “

She lets out a muffled sound again.

“I’m moving from this place,” he looks around at the vast farmland, the dot of the city in the distance, reflected by his rear-view mirror. “Romania sounds nice. I do a lot of business over there. Lots of forests and hillsides where there’s no one for miles. I can’t bother you or anyone out th—”

Roxanne suddenly spits.

Looking over to her in surprise, he sees she has vanquished the duck tape and has rolled it up in her mouth to spit it onto the dashboard. Turning on one hip, she faces him with such a glower it chills him to the very bone.

“Don’t. You. Dare,” she hisses.

He shrinks in his seat.

“Don’t you dare drop this on me and say you’re just gonna leave!” She yells, pulling against her taped wrists. He opens his mouth to let out a string of never ending apologies, but—she’s starting to cry, he sees, much to his absolute horror. Has he truly upset her this bad? He really was a monster.

“How—you stupid, stupid man,” she cries out, and suddenly—he sees her raise her arms, still taped by the wrist, and he honestly thinks he’s about to be hit when—

She loops her arms around his big blue head and latches onto his neck, yanking him closer and making him clumsily fall onto the stick shift as—

Her mouth is on his. So hard do their mouths come together that their teeth clack, faces clashing together he barely has time to process what’s happening. Gasping, hands wild and unsure in the air as she seemingly tries to suck his soul out, but—he knows what’s happening, mildly, but a bigger part of him is convinced he’s dreaming or hit his head.

The feeling of her lips touching his, though, is electrifying. Every nerve in his body begins to sing and scream all at once, overwhelming him with a sensation override. She moans and presses closer, both of them awkward and clumsy as they clutch at the other from opposite seats. Clutched… he feels his hand involuntarily grab her waist, holding his close but terrified he’s mixing the signals. It feels so so so good, though, and—

She pulls away before he can even realize he was responding back, albeit unsurely. Arms locked around his neck, he mentally curses himself for tying her up. But. It felt like the thing to do at the time.

“You listen to me you son of a bitch,” she viciously spats. “You come to my place, ten’o’freakin’clock at night, and tell me you love me only then to say you’re leaving? What the actual hell!?”

He attempts to pull back, hide in his shell, run away from her furious reprimand, but his neck is still trapped by her arms. Shit. Really a bad decision to tie her up. The alien’s prepared to say something, anything, to show how much of a lowly creature he is in her light, but all that comes out of his throat are choked warbles and whimpers. “I—“

She sniffles.

He meets her eyes in surprise to see two glassy blue orbs meeting his. Frantically, he try to console the weepy female by nervously patting her back. “Ah—M-Miss Ritchi—“

“You were such an A-hole,” she says, sobbing. “Megamind, for once you were actually cruel. It scared me.”

“Oh, oh my dear—No, no, my sweet, no! I wasn’t—“ he swallows. “I wasn’t trying to be cruel. I was just frustrated. With myself. With my instincts. I—if I behaved any less I would have made a fool of myself.”

“Well, you already did that by yelling at me, you cabbage.”

“I-I’m sorry.”

“You made me feel like a whore the last kidnapping.”

He remembers that dress she wore. Wine red, rimmed in black. His... comment to it. Megamind bows his head and clenches his whole body. “I am sorry.”

“And you made me worry about you. I haven’t seen you in weeks.”

Confused, he looks up at her. Roxanne then pulls at her arms and lets him go from between them. Gesturing with her wrists, he catches her drift and pulls out his trusted butterfly knife and whips it out, glad to have something to do with a tool he’s familiar with. Nothing else felt familiar; alien and strange.

As the plastic finally rips away, her skin safe from his sharp little friend, she wraps her hands around his neck and yanks him to her again. Eyes wide, he numbly feels her kiss him a few quick, consecutive times before—

She slaps him in the chest.

He’s nearly got a concussion from how bad the whiplash is.

“Is it true?” Roxanne demands. He’s unable to speak. “Is it true? Do you love m—“

“Yes. Yes, I love you. A million times over.”

This little woman shakes her head, eyes glistening with something he can’t begin to understand. He feels like he’s drowning, with a weight tied to his feet to prevent him to swimming to the surface. He can't breath. She then grabs onto his shoulders. Shaking her head again, she says, “Then don’t go to Romania. Don’t leave Metro City. This place is our-your home.”

“Miss Ritchi, I can’t… stay around you anymore,” his voice breaks. “I can’t without—“

Her lips are on his again.

Shocked, but rapidly trying to learn this new skill she’s apparently trying to teach him, he responds as best he can. Periwinkle blue to unpainted pink, their lips press against each other, seining the warmth and the wet of the other’s mouth. He once saw this activity between lovers an unsanitary and strange thing, but now he understands its meaning. His lips are quite sensitive, and this kissing sets his body to flame, scrambling towards something he can’t seem to catch.

When she pulls away, he follows her, not wanting this connection to end. A tiny bead of saliva snaps between them as their lips depart.

“For such a genius, you can be unbelievably dense.” She cups his face. “I love you Megamind."

What.

"God, I love you. And your behavior, this month—I thought you’d finally lost it. Or just got tired of me.”

His first instinct is to respond yes, yes he has lost it, completely and utterly, but—

“You—you what—“

Roxanne shakes her head again, this time smiling so wide that it nearly reaches her ears, all pearly whites on display for him. She lets him go, finally, letting him think straight. Which is bad because his brain runs in about five hundred directions. Blinking rapidly to disperse the tears in her wet lashes, she continues with, “I’m glad you told me this. Because—I was considering on moving as well.”

He jolts in his seat.

“I sometimes get job offers in other places. This time… I had an offer in Liverpool.”

“Leeverpul!? What’s can you find in Leeverpul?”

“I like the British accent. And it’s far, far away from here.”

Hapless, he stares at his knees.

“Hey,” she pulls him out of his stupor. “Look at me. That’s better. Now. That stuff you said about… imprinting on me? Is that true, too?”

��All of it,” he breaths.

Roxanne nods her head and leans back against the leather seats. “Then listen to me. I love you with all of my heart. I have for a long time, Megamind. So it hurt me, so, so much with how much of a dick you were suddenly turning into. You may as well have stabbed me in the heart.” He winces. “And then you just up and vanished. Gone. Everyone is talking about you!”

He can’t believe what she’s saying. It’s nothing like he ever imagined happening in any probable outcome of this. She… actually… returned his feelings? What??? What witchcraft is this!? He really must’ve bumped his head hard!

“I... know. I see the news. I see my lack of an appearance in the public eye has given you less work… Ah, are you sleeping better?”

She looks at him in confusion.

“You were always falling asleep.”

Roxanne lets out a loud sigh. “I know… I know…”

“Why.” It isn’t a question.

“I always thought you were just a bit ol’sweetheart that grew up on the wrong side of the law. I fall in love with you a little harder every time you goof around like that. I hate that you’re always destroying something or trying to start a fight, but it was a little endearing.” She lets out another loud exhale. “And then you started acting like I was shit under your shoe.”

“N—!“

She raises a hand, and he immediately goes silent.

"So I started drinking. Tried to drink the pain away. But that doesn't work," her voice breaks a bit.

He wants to bang his head against the wall.

“And I hate that you dragged me out here,” she motions toward the countryside. “You don’t have to ship yourself off to God knows where, but stopping the kidnapping would be nice. Even if it’s apart of your… culture.”

“Whatever-Whatever you desire," he swears reverently.

“What I desire,” she says, placing a hand on his knee, “is for you to take me home.”

He nods, expecting that answer.

“And I want you to come up with me. We’re gonna have a talk.”

“O-kay...?”

Suddenly she leans over again and presses his lips to his cheek. With his breath hitching, because its still a lovely, foreign feel to him, she adds, “And then I’m going to show you how much I love you, too.”

“W—“

“I know you, Megamind. I can see it in your face. Now. Take us home, sweetheart.” She kisses his lips again.

This time he knows what to do, and copies her actions better than before. It feels like fireworks.

He’s glad he told her.

#megamind #nightcall #megarox

[spiderwho]

Lethal Love - Part 1

Request: 9 with Tom!Peter Parker?

Peter Parker and "Oh my God. You're in love with him!" Please? Thank you so much you're amazing!!!

Oops, forgot to mention for the "Oh my God, you're in love with him" prompt; could you make it fluffy please? Thanks!! 😘

Oh my god! You’re in love with him/her!

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He crept closer to her, in slow, quiet baby steps, as if anything else would send her running off and never acknowledge him again. He wrung his mask tight between his fingers, trying to ease his nerves.  

She waited silently and impatiently, like he was oxygen, and she was about to break the surface of the deepest ocean. Toes curling with anticipation, every step making her crave him more. 

The air around them was thick, almost suffocating as they waited, waited to see if this exhilarating, fuzzy feeling was just a hoax, a faulty truth. But when Peter caught the glisten in her eyes that showed more than just the warm hues of her irises, his heart caught a fever, warming his veins and sending shivers to his spine. He couldn’t help but smile. It’s real.

Days earlier

“Oh my god dude, you’re in love with her?”

Peter kicked the tip of his faded, worn out shoe to the waxed floor of Midtown High. His eyebrows scrunched in frustration and desperation. His heart hurt. He loves her, god he loves her. She’s like the rainfall in a summer drought, she’s coming home after a long day, she’s like a glass of water on a humid hot day. Something he loves, something he can never grow tired of. He avoided his friends eyes, as he looked down with a jagged sigh, 

“How can I not love her?” he asked with no intentions of searching for an answer, “She’s mesmerizing, intelligent, kind-”

“But she’s your best friend,” Ned stated, interrupting Peter,

“That’s it. That’s the only problem,”

“Dude just tell her how you feel, what do you have to lose?”

Peter looked at his friend with a floored expression, “Are you kidding me? If I tell her how I feel, she may get weirded out and never speak to me again! I’d rather suffer with her as a friend, than suffer without her,”

Ned shook his head and wished Peter good luck, leaving him alone with his thoughts. Your melodic laugh broke through the crowd halls, and snapped Peter’s head in your direction. There you were walking along, towards him, smiling and laughing with your friends, making his heart skip a beat. He loved seeing you happy like this, because it made him happy too. But deep down it was taking a toll on him. Feeling the way he does and not being able to spill it all, and explain how he’s never felt this way before, that he’d do anything for you if you only asked, how he wants to wake up next to you every morning so he can see your morning glory beauty, feel your gentle touch against him, and hold you in his arms; but he can’t.

Catching his eyes staring gently, you beamed back at him, making your way over, “Hey Pete,” you greeted.

Never once breaking his eye contact, he smiled down at you, “Hey,” he said breathlessly, 

“Our favorite cafe is open till 8 tonight, are you busy?”

“Uh, no, not at all,” He didn’t even give it a thought before answering. It didn’t matter, he’d cancel all his plans for the rest of his life if it meant spending it all with you,

“Great! We’ll meet at 6:30 and head over then?” 

“Yeah, uh, great. I’ll just- be at your place, at 6:30,”

“Sweet, text me,” you said placing your hand on Peters toned bicep, giving it a squeeze as you proceeded to walk to your next class. You hoped that he hadn’t taken notice of the blush that warmed your cheeks when you spoke to him. You’d been trying to hint to Peter about your feelings for a little while now, but you should’ve known that he wouldn’t pick up on it right away. You’ve tried telling him straight up before, feeling it at the tip of your tongue, your heart beating  frantically out of your chest, ready for the truth to finally come out, but you just couldn’t put these intense feelings in to words. But tonight you were, no more waiting around.

6:30 sharp, Peter was at your doorstep, as promised. You took your seats on the patio of the cafe, fairy lights strung above your heads, giving the atmosphere a warm, comforting glow,

“I don’t know why I bother looking at the menu, I get the same thing every time I come here,” you said picking up the laminated list. Peter chuckling softly at you, admiration flooding his brown eyes, 

“Switch it up then, try something different and exciting,” he suggested

“I will do no such thing to my pasta dish,”

Your silly comment made him laugh harder. For a moment he felt as if he had fallen even more in love with you, as impossible as it may seen. 

The sun began to set between the cities structures, illuminating the sparse clouds, as the two of you finished your evening meals. You were telling a story to Peter that M.J had told you earlier at school, all the while he never broke his eye contact you. He couldn’t help it. And he wasn’t even sure if he was picking up everything you were saying, but he hardly cared. He was more focused on memorizing every specked detail in your radiant irises.

You paused your story telling, and caught on that Peter wasn’t paying any attention with the lack of his responses. Without giving it a second thought as to what may happen next, you let out your next few words, 

“There’s something that I want to tell you,” 

Your eyes widen, realizing Peter had spoken along with you, almost the exact same sentence, only changing it to something that he needed to tell you, 

“Uh, ladies first,” he offered, quickly trying to prolong his confession and see if you’d forget he had spoken,

“No, no, I’ve been talking non-stop this whole time so, you go first,” you laughed nervously.

Peter let out a breath he had been holding in and brought his sweaty palms together on his lap, shaking with his rapidly bouncing leg,

“I-uh-” he started, instantly regretting looking up at you, and seeing you peer at him with your wise, remarkable eyes, making any thoughts left in his heads disappear. He had imagined this moment many times in his, planning out all the sweet words he’d say, but he never took into consideration how nerve raking it’d be,

“I’m-well, I’m... Spider-man,”

He blew it.

Your expression changed from expectant to confused. He never imagined his heart rate to pick up this speed, if he hadn’t gotten bit by the radioactive spider, then he’d probably be dead.

You tilted your head, a light-hearted and dazed smile formed on your lips, “What?” you asked, “No you’re not,”

When you were met with no response, your stomach dropped, “All those black eyes, and cuts were from Flash,” you bugged him in disbelief.

Peter shook his head slowly and whispered a barely audible ‘no’. He was regretting his impulsive decision, hating himself for being such a coward.

Your eyes glazed over as you looked up and down the boy in front of you, not sure if it was the same one you fell in love with. You loved Peter because he was an honest, kind, genuine person. He was your best friend, a person you’d choose above all else, told all your secrets to, held you when you cried, someone that you trusted. You felt a cold distance from him, after all this time, he couldn’t tell something so big important and in his life to his best friend.

Peter couldn’t stand the silence and the thick air between you two, he’d rather you be yelling and screaming than this painful, slow torture, “Please say something,” he pleaded faintly. 

His heart broke a little, when you got up and left him alone.

WHAT IM BACK???? AND ITS PAST MIDNIGHT AND IM IN MY FEELINGS FROM THE END IF THIS FIC ALSO FEED BACK IS APPRECIATED

#peter parker #peter parker masterlist #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker gif #spider-man #spiderman #spider man #spiderman headcanon #spider-man imagine #spider-man fic #tom holland imagine #tom holland #tom holland x reader #spider-man x reader

[jae-daddy]

Bad Habit (9)

Jaebum Mini-Series

one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / ten / eleven / twelve

Pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Angst, Mature, Romance

Plot: It’s been two weeks since he walked away, and its been two weeks since you’ve been waiting. It’s been three hours since you gave up on waiting, and now something was definately changing. 

warning: no actual appearance from jb soz

a/n: i dont know if i like this or not, but i hope y’all get whats happeneing lol. hope y’all enjoy it!

You stared at the clear liquid at the bottom of your glass, as you folded your arms on the cherry-wood counter. The bartender stood in front of you, and you pushed the empty glass towards him and asked for another round. 

In an instant, a filled glass was placed in front you, and you sighed as you lifted the cup. 

You couldn’t believe you were being so truly pathetic. You couldn’t believe one boy had the power to turn your life upside down. 

But when you remind yourself who that boy is, everything made sense. 

Im Jaebum had the power to wreck you with the softest of his touches. 

You had been hiding away from the world the past two weeks, locked behind your apartment door. Every day spent binge-watching all sorts of romantic entertainment and recorded lectures. You spent two weeks on your couch, only moving for food, peeing, and really long baths. 

You snickered as you thought of Jaebum, and his sweet words as his velvety touch traced the goosebumps that rose on your arm. 

“Sometimes I think what I’d do without you,” Jaebum whispered, his delicate eyes meeting yours for a few beats, making you smile idiotically. 

“Yeah? What would you do?” You asked, playfully. 

Jaebum sighed, before moving in and resting his forehead against yours gently. 

“I tried to think, y/n,” he whispered, his voice low and nervous. However, an adoring smile fought its way to the corners of his lips. “I really did try to think of a life without you, but I can’t.”

“I can’t live without you,” he whispered, so lovingly, that no I love you could ever compete. 

“Hey, what’s your name?” A deep voice spoke from beside you, snapping you out of your memory. Your hands froze mid-way the intoxicating clear liquid an inch away from your lips. 

You turned around to the boy next to you and placed your glass back down, uninterested. 

You sniggered before grinning at the blonde-haired boy who looked at you predatorily. He was cute, you noted, but so different from the boy who occupied your mind. 

His hair was the lightest shade of blonde, while his were as dark as the midnight sky. His eyes were light and sparkling, while his were so deep and enchanting that you stole your nights away. 

The boy in front of you was not him, but all that your heart wanted was Jaebum. 

You missed Jaebum. 

You missed his kisses and his laugh. You missed the smile he gave you whenever you said something absurd. 

You missed him. 

You missed him all of your foolish heart. 

You missed him so fucking much. 

But you were getting lost by loving him. 

You didn’t want to spend the rest of your life waiting on your couch, hoping he’ll show up at your door any moment. You were getting tired of hoping that one day it will be you, when it was clear as the passing of time, that it will never be you.  

It was finally time to face the world; the true world where Jaebum and you were dirty. The world where you never existed; the world where you could run to, to escape from his hauntingly sweet memories. 

So, for tonight, you traded your hoody for the shortest and tightest dress in your closet. You ditched your sneakers for the most painful heels, put on the darkest shade of red on your lips, and you were ready for the world. 

You left home to forget him. You painted yourself in all the colours that made him mad. You were ready to lose yourself in someone other than him. 

However, you couldn’t do it. 

As soon as you entered the bar, you beelined for the bar and sat there for an hour, staring at the glass of liquor you finished in thirty minutes.  

Now, here you were; in a dim club with loud music, a second glass of liquor and a boy completely inverse to the one who ruled your mind. 

The fair-haired boy, leaned in closer, a delicious smile lifting the corner of his lips. 

“You don’t talk to strangers?” He asked, amused. 

You gravely sighed internally before wiping away all emotions from your face. 

“Nope, I just don’t want to waste my time.” You shot him a sweet smile, before downing the rest of your drink. 

The clear liquid trailed down your throat leaving a path of fire behind, before dissolving hotly in your tummy. You hated the taste of liquor, but you enjoyed the bliss it brought. And, god knows you needed it. 

“Goodbye.” You whispered to the boy, as you strutted towards the dance floor. 

You couldn’t believe you were doing this. 

The lights shone done on you, as the music vibrated in your chest. The bodies around you danced differently but all rode the same beat of the music, and you began to lose yourself in it too. 

But, with every passing second, you felt more pitiful. 

You wanted the alcohol to hit you now, and make you forget all the sorrows that haunted your every moment. You wanted to forget your aching heart and Jaebum’s heart-stopping smile. 

You danced to the beat, all by yourself, pretending like you had no care or worry. You danced like the drink was taking over you, and you had finally gotten away. But you weren’t; you were stuck exactly where you were three hours ago. 

Your heart still felt as fragile and numb as it did the moment Jaebum brushed past you like you were nothing. 

You closed your eyes to stop the tears that threatened to spill and pushed yourself harder. You threw your hands in the air, and swayed your hips, trying to tire yourself. You tried to empty your mind, and fill it with the club that surrounded you, and consumed everyone around you. 

You tried to fill the emptiness with the loud music that resonated in your chest. The gaping hole of loneliness, you tried to fill it with the heat of the bodies enveloping you. 

You tried to fill yourself with something other than the sadness that had been eating you away, since the moment Jaebum left you with a shattered a heart. 

But it didn’t work. 

Nothing worked. 

It was almost as if your emotions ignited out of every pore in your body and lit up the room in your sorrow. Even in a club full of welcoming bodies, you felt alone. Even with the music pumping through your veins, your lungs struggled for air, as bile threatened to spill out a sad tale of heartbreak.  

No matter how hard you closed your eyes and tried to push him back, you couldn’t. 

You couldn't run away from Jaebum. 

His smiling face appeared behind your closed lids and you choked with tears. 

“I can’t do this,” you whispered lowly. Your voice shook with desperateness, and fear. 

You couldn’t do this to yourself anymore; you needed to get away from this feeling before it consumed you once again. 

You opened your eyes scanning the room in an attempt to find a distraction. 

You found a familiar face in the crowds, and without thinking your feet began moving towards him. 

With every step, your shoes rubbed against the newly forming blisters, and you welcomed the pain. You welcomed the pain and the sweaty heat of the bodies that pressed against you as you rushed across the dance floor. 

His tall frame stood with a group of boys, except you didn’t care. 

You reached up, grabbed his shoulders and spun him around to meet your reddened face. His eyes widened in surprise but before he could utter a word, you brought his lips to yours and shut him up. 

You pressed up against him, and let the coldness of your body seep into his heat. 

Your lips moved fiercely; hoping his warmth would melt away the bitterness that began freezing up your heart. Your hands moved into his hair, and you welcomed the slight roughness of his hair due to the bleach. 

You welcomed everything that he did differently to the boy you were running from. 

You welcomed his hands that landed on your waist, and stayed there, instead of roaming over your body like they knew their path. You welcomed the taste of mint, strawberry and alcohol that his lips carried. You welcomed him, his heat in hope that it would hide you away from your sad reality. 

Finally, you moved away from him and bit your lips as peered up at him. 

“Wow,” he looked at you at amazement, before an aggrogant smile teased his lips. You rolled your eyes and tried to normalise your racing breath. 

You felt nothing. 

You felt numb. 

Your heart and mind went silent, and only your body remained, screaming at you to take him back home. 

However, as you stared into his eyes you realised something. There was a sparkle in them; a gentle glow of pink hue glistened in softly them. He looked at you with adoration after one little kiss, and it made your heart sickeningly swell. 

You wanted him to fall for you. 

You wanted to play with him. You wanted to see if you could hold the same power Jaebum had on you, over him. You wanted to break his heart into a million pieces and see how it felt. 

“You forgot to tell me your name,” he said, making you smile slightly.

“My name is-”

“Y/n?” A familiar voice interrupted you. 

Your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, as you peered behind the broad shoulders of the guy you had just kissed. 

Your eyes widened when you realised who it was. 

Jinyoung. 

You couldn’t believe he just saw you do that. You considered pretending like you didn’t know him, or like you didn’t see him. However, you swallowed those ideas when you saw his eyes darken in distaste when he took in your appearance. 

You self-consciously pulled the black dress down your thighs, but it was pointless. The hem of your dress remained true to its shortness, not falling an inch under the almost-to-short line. The dress clung to your body, accentuating all your good parts, leaving very little to the imagination. 

You swallowed as Jinyoung’s dark eyes snapped to yours. 

Within two steps he was standing in front of you, as he pulled you away from the other guy’s arms.

“Sorry, Mark,” he told the blonde boy, his voice cold and almost threatening. “Find someone else to play with, she’s with me.”

You stared at Jinyoung and felt something stir inside you. Your chest felt heavy, as it swelled so big that you could barely breathe. You felt your cheeks burn red, as you vividly felt were his fingers gripped your wrist. 

Jinyoung’s jaw was locked in anger. His eyes telling the same tale of anger and dark emotions. His hands, however, were a different story. They were wrapped around your wrist with softest of touches. His warmth seeping into your veins and making you relax under his touch. 

Jinyoung turned towards you; his brown eyes meeting yours, and you couldn’t seem to look away from him. 

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#bad habit #jaebum #Im jaebum #jaebum angst #jaebum au #got7 series #jaebum series #angst #jinyoung #fluff #got7 #jaedaddy #stupid decisions #no crying in the club #off break now #hope y'all enjoy #I might delete this later tbh #not sure if I love it or nah