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ridhearts · 2 years

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“Wanna Watch My Favorite Show With Me?” {Scarabia - Diasomnia}

Basically: would they watch ghost hunting shows with you?

Ever since I watched my first episode of ghost adventures, I've been an avid fan. I know it's not real but I just have so much fun turning out the lights and watching these ghost hunters roam around and "talk to ghosts." I have such a fun time!!!

Also I know ghosts exist in twst but when they say "it's not real" think of it as them saying that the shows aren't actually talking to ghosts/that's not how ghosts act/etc. Ghosts just being your friends kind of throws off the vibe of ghost shows but i'm just trying to have fun ok

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characters: kalim + jamil / vil + rook + epel / idia + ortho (platonic) / malleus + lilia + silver + sebek

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Part One (Heartslabyul - Octavinelle)

• • • • • • • Kalim Al-Asim

"Hey Kalim, do you wanna-" "YES."

Had no idea what you were going to propose but said yes immediately anyway because, in Kalim's humble opinion, you have THE BEST ideas. It takes a while to get him to stop bouncing in his seat and confirm that he's down to watch a potentially scary ghost show. He still says yes!!

Kalim is the type of guy to get scared every. time. at anything even remotely paranormal but still go back and try to watch it again. However, he has a brief moment of clarity and, when Jamil asks with a huff why he's hauling so much junk food to his room, Kalim only answers that he's watching a show with you. Jamil knows something is up but decides to leave it be- "and if you forget about the food in there and get bugs, you're cleaning up the mess."

Kalim kinda spaces out during the first half of the show. He talks to you a few times, but if you prefer to watch then he'll get the hint and munch on popcorn or play with your hair or something. (Yes he wipes his hands first! He cares u 😊)

During the scary part, though, after jumping far more times than he's ready to admit, Kalim ends up clutching a pillow and curled into your side, hiding his face and peeking out. You ask him what's going on - it's not like it's a slasher film and there's a chase scene going on - but then the investigators "capture a shadow figure" and suddenly Kalim is curled into you again.

Unless you want Jamil pissed that Kalim bothered him because he was scared, you're spending the night. Kalim, for as scared as he is, falls asleep relatively fast. You're stuck in his arms for the night btw - if you get up for water, Kalim WILL wake up and follow you silently, only to scare you so YOU'RE the one screaming in fear and waking up the dorm.

• • • • • • • Jamil Viper

At first, Jamil doesn't have much of a reaction. He doesn't care much for what's on television these days (not that he has any time to watch it anyway) and ghosts just don't intrigue him like that. However, it's an excuse to get away from Kalim, and he really does appreciate the moments he gets to spend with you. A quiet moment of quality time is hardly a horrible way to spend the evening.

Jamil can sit and watch quietly, but you wind up only half paying attention to the show and talking about your day with him. If you're really curious about the ghost stories, he'll remember the location so you can look it up together later.

The investigation itself is much the same, but you both pay a little more attention to it just because it's more interesting. If you wanna poke fun, that's fine. Jamil finds your wit charming. However, if you're more the gullible type…

He's planning ways to scare you. 100%. Jamil is stealthy and he knows Ramshackle like the back of his hand at this point. He'll be able to make a room more draft, send papers fluttering, or open every cabinet in the kitchen without you even realizing he left. And if that means that he has to tell Kalim he'll be staying longer than intended and just turn his ringer on so he can keep YOU safe…well, then, that's just the way it'll have to be, hm?

• • • • • • • Vil Schoenheit

See…Vil wants to narrow his eyes at you and scoff at your childish taste in entertainment. But…with a schedule as busy as his, he tends to jump at any opportunity to spend time with you. Far be it from him to miss out on some quality time just because you want to watch a bad movie or something.

It does come with a catch, though - you're having a mini spa day while you watch. Face masks, dry hair treatments, foot masks, painting each other's nails…that's all stuff you can do while watching a show, right? He'll make smoothies for the two of you, even if you've already had one today, as a treat :)

If you want to actually watch the show, he'll keep his voice low and do his best not to keep your head turned away from the screen for too long while he applies your face mask. If you don't mind idle conversation, though, he'll happily fill in any boring spaces with some conversation.

In fact, he'll even pause the show if you get too involved in a conversation and by the time you actually finish the show, what's this? It's rather late…hm, well this was meant to be a surprise, but he does have a new set of pajamas for you. Why don't you stay the night?

Won't try to scare you on purpose, but he does look like a ghost with his white robe and white scrub mask…when you scream after happening upon him, he'll just mime rubbing his temple (so he doesn't get the mask all over his hands) and wonder why he always manages to scare people like this…

• • • • • • • Rook Hunt

He'll blink at you once, twice, undoubtedly wondering why you care about fake ghosts when you're friends with real ghosts, but then he'll throw caution to the wind and say "But of course! Fret not, mom coeur, for I will protect you!"

Hopefully you invited Rook over for a Halloween Special on a chilly night, because he is very warm and will not stand for being anywhere except glued to your side. True to his most obvious eccentricities, he can find enjoyment in any part of the show; the local legends people are sharing, the eerie abandoned buildings, whatever! Rook wouldn’t get scared even if he believed in the ghost ‘evidence,’ but he can pretend he believes in the ‘evidence’ and have a fun time!

He might try to scare you a few times, but it’ll end up more as play chase around the house until he inevitably catches you. However, if you’re scared, Rook won’t demean you, of course! He said he’d protect you and he’ll keep his word until he dies. You may not have reason to fear, but the real ghosts living in Ramshackle are steering clear from Rook for the night, just to be safe.

• • • • • • • Epel Felmier

Heheheheh, you’re asking him because you’re scared, ain’t ya? You can agree or insist that you’re not, but Epel’s already got it in his head that this is another chance for him to prove how manly he is!

He absolutely expects lots of snacks. Being invited to Ramshackle gives him a rare opportunity to eat whatever he wants without Vil’s interference! If he has any extreme requests he’ll definitely pay you back/give you the money to get it, but by now you should have some of his favorite staples in the cabinet, right?

Honestly…I can see him falling for any jumpscares, but he doesn’t get scared at the show itself? He’s convinced it’s baby stuff and now that he knows the Ramshackle ghosts, there’s not much for him to be afraid of! If you’re scared, he won’t find out until he actually calls the show baby stuff, but he feels bad immediately after and tries his best to comfort you! It’s a bit awkward, but it’s the thought that counts, right?

Vil probably didn’t give him authorization to stay the night. But if you’re really scared…Epel supposes he can deal with a ridiculous punishment in exchange for some more time with you. (Rook, while supervising his punishment, will croon over the things people do for love, purposely flustering Epel for his own entertainment.)

• • • • • • • Idia Shroud

E-eh?! You’re…inviting him to do something? With you?? (So you remembered……..the two of you really are dating and it wasn’t an elaborate dream…)

He’ll sigh and mutter something about “normie shows,” but since you’re willing to listen about his interests, he can indulge you once a week to watch a ghost show. His room has the perfect ambience for that sort of thing, too: dimly lit from all the monitors and glowing trinkets, but the overhead light is never one. There’s plenty of cushions and blankets to cuddle up with, too…

He doesn’t get scared. At all. He’s played horror games scarier than what’s on screen. But he doesn’t say anything and listens if you have anything to say while it plays!

…Or, he half-listens. Honestly, he couldn’t say anything negative about the show if he wanted to. He’s instead suddenly realized how close the two of you are and how smoothly he suggested you sit this close and you readily agreed and - suddenly you’re watching your ghost show bathed in a flustered pink lighting.

This does give him an idea, though….wanna play whatever the TWST version of phasmophobia is later?

• • • • • • • Ortho Shroud (Platonic)

“Ghost hunters? But I can bring up many sources that debunk the evidence on those kinds of shows-”

Even if he doesn’t particularly care for the idea of ghosts, he’s excited to be invited!!! Ok, you need to tell him that the charm is in having fun and pretending this is a real phenomenon, but once that’s out of the way he’s totally excited to spend time with you! Should he ask Idia to come along, too?

Ortho probably doesn’t need to study what makes the show scary, but he will study how scary you find it. He’s subtly tracking your heart rate and other vitals, trying to see if they jump at anything or if your fear centers in your brain activate at the scary voices. He’s just curious!

Hopefully, you don’t get super scared by the show. If he has to leave and you’re shaking, he’ll feel really bad. Don’t worry, Prefect, you LIVE with ghosts! They’re nice! You’ll be fine!

• • • • • • • Malleus Draconia

!!! As expected, he’s pleased as punch to participate in whatever manner of recreation you want to introduce to him. However, he must first ask, whatever is wrong with your typical evening walks? You haven’t grown bored of them, have you?

He teleports to Ramshackle exactly when you told him to arrive. Even though you told him he could dress comfortably, he’s still in his school uniform. You feel terribly underdressed, and wonder for a moment if perhaps the nice, tailored, standard school uniform really IS the most comfortable and least expensive item he owns. If you try to say you feel underdressed, he’s quick to say that you look as stunning as always. Considering you’re wearing an old pair of sweatpants from the school lost and found, you doubt his judgment but don’t say anything about it.

LOVES the show if they’re in some old building. He’ll be staring in awe at the architecture and silently listing places he wants to visit for himself. He also thinks it’d be fun to roam around the places at night. It’s 50/50 on whether or not he understands that the screen is green because of night vision - if he doesn’t, he’s probably imagining a firefly-lit walk w you <3 in a haunted penitentiary

I feel like this would be the first time Malleus has experienced such a casual date. He’ll sit still as stone and be super tense, as if he’s taking some sort of etiquette test. If you lean on him, he’ll make you comfortable! But he acts as if he hasn’t been on a date with you before at first.

Wouldn’t dream of scaring you on purpose!.......the first time. But when Lilia brings it up and points out that Malleus could then play the part of your protector…maybe he suddenly decides he wants to watch the next episode with you, too.

• • • • • • • Lilia Vanrouge

Is IMMEDIATELY down. Definitely intends to laugh at all the shenanigans on screen.

He’s bringing over a mountain of snacks for the two of you to share! And besides, if he’s already hanging out with you, why not add a few movies to the mix and make the night a full entertainment binge fest!

Isn’t specifically interested in the history or anything, though he will pepper in some facts and “correct” the people on screen when they’re wrong. Choosing to trust him is a gamble, but then again, so was pursuing him romantically…

Absolutely does laugh at the dramatics while they’re investigating the building. It’s hard to be scared when he’s having the time of his life right next to you, but maybe that’s a good thing if you’re normally the skittish type?

Except…he’s definitely spooking you after the show (and the extra movies he brought) are over. Most of the time he just goes for a classic jumpscare, but you’re almost certain he’s opening doors and windows he knows you’ll walk by or breathing down the back of your neck. Still…watching the movies made him stay pretty late, so maybe he wouldn’t mind spending the night…?

• • • • • • • Silver

Sure :) Anything you want! Although, there’s no guarantee he won’t fall asleep during the show…

Silver might try to stay awake by downing as much soda as you have on hand, or engaging you in light conversation while the investigators are learning the history of the building. He’s paying attention, and he doesn’t want to interrupt your show! He just wants to stay awake since it was something you wanted to share with him

If you want to focus, he agrees…and totally does fall asleep moments later. He didn’t mean to! He was just relaxed next to you, is all!

He still feels bad, but if you forgive him, Silver will try to let it go that he fell asleep on your date again. But, to make it up for you, he’ll stay as long as you’d like and protect you if you’re scared!

…you’re not? Oh. Then…he’s still pretty tired, actually. Why don’t you both just fall asleep right here?

• • • • • • • Sebek Zigvolt

WHAT FOOLISH THINGS ARE YOU FILLING YOUR BRAIN WITH DURING YOUR PRECIOUS SPARE TIME, HUMAN?!?

Even if you’ve been dating for a while, Sebek finds it difficult to just…accept your invitation. He has to do it under a guise of “making sure you aren’t filling your mind with useless information,” or “ensuring you keep to a reasonable sleep schedule.”

Still, once you actually get him to Ramshackle, he mellows out fairly quickly. I mean, he’s still the same old mildly-ridiculous Sebek that you know in love, but he isn’t going to push you away when you purposely sit right next to him and lean into him before the show even starts. You really do have no shame…

Sebek watches with rapt attention, not wanting to interrupt your show. The only time he’ll interject is if you’re saying something to him, or if the show says something that contradicts one of Lilia’s obviously true facts that he’s told Sebek. Other than that, he’s way more invested than you thought he’d be.

Listen. Sebek is a brave knight (or will be), but he’s also very gullible. He’s probably going to wind up falling for all the shows’ tricks and “evidence.” However, that’s not going to stop him from going around your dorm like he’s scared something will jump out at him! Of course not!

Ignore the fact that he pushes you behind him as you walk from room to room. It’s sweet that he’s protecting you, if you can hold in your laughter over there being nothing to protect you from.

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blueiight · 1 year

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1. Which kink do you think Louis would have that would surprise Lestat?

2. Do you think this fandoms racism has become more obvious due to Louis being a black creole person? Like I feel like people are more aggressive when they say Louis is top because he’s “rough” and Lestat is this dainty pillow broad.

1) i think it would take a lot to surprise lestat sexually [my dude a #BigOleFreak] but the one thing thatd somewhat unnerve him at first is lou breeding kink.. lestat has a very hobbled relationship w being the architect of creation meanwhile louis is like begging to be bred and plugged up so the baby can take. lestat would come around to it & meanly tease lou about it tho :3 if anything i feel like lestat is the one w/ hyperspecific kinks that unnerve louis and take him more time to get used to [we talmbout virginal catholic pimp who despite selling sex and being the voyeur to numerous sexual encounters, his only actual sexual experiences were handjobs & secretly getting head from younger guys prior to les… les got freudian relations & semi normal (nicki) relations, hes been w / men and women before, hes a real freak. i think lestat is a bratty vers whos dom top ways r activated in the presence of louis omega pillow princess pheromones lol]

2) when ppl hear an accusation of a ‘racism’, their only thoughts is some caricature of a confederate/nazi/klan member screaming that they dont want ‘woke’ [if not using the racial slur w/o the euphemism] vampires. when in reality, racism manifested in fan spaces which are predominately composed of white women / white lgbt w/ #blm stickers or bio posts, who have black friends, maybe have even dated or fucked somebody black, manifests as the beliefs they have internalized bc of cultural messaging around black people. their inability to recognize & analyze evident traits in black charas, the inability to relate to the ‘other’, shoving characters who r not such at all into these narrow stereotypes of the mandingo archetype, the stoic black brute, etc. etc. so when they hear us say ‘fandom racism’, they seem to think we’re calling them klan members & personally insulting them. diverting an observation on trends & cultural messaging to personal feelings, so a bystander can go omg how could u do that :( like i said, idrk or care for low bar discourse or throwing shit on ppl but i do think its funny to see ppl make les a dainty delicate waif off 1 hate sex scene that we dont even rly see all the way c. the other scenes we see lol. so they project onto les cuz hes more relatable to them simply cuz theyre both white? my friend who never even watched just knows of it cuz im aggy af mind u made a profound comment i find applicable w les in both book& show verse

‘[its] the contrast between a public show of subversive bi male femininity versus a domestic/private bi male masculinity—that truly applies to a lot of white gays…putting on the performance of gender non conformity but not actually being equitable in your domestic behaviors and simply reifying gendered violence’

nb ppl r more readily able to apply/recognize gnc ~traits~ in pale skin that may or may not be there. i compare les to david bowie & prince bc those men were gnc in performance but very typical to the role of ‘Man’ in their interpersonal& real lives.

& idt louis is that too gnc in his appearance neither, he still favors suits in his heyday yet in dubai has this androgynous unsettling plain black wardrobe. very cold cutting feminine eartha kitt grace jones type appearance/role he plays in this second interview v. the boyish swagger of a typical 1970s black man he puts on in divisadero in sanfran. but he subverts gendered racial stereotypes moreso in his dynamic w nb partners as black men r expected to be overpowering & domineering. where louis holds up gendered racial stereotypes/dynamics as a black man imo is w/ claudia & miss lily, 2 black women, emotionally and physically extracting from the bw in his life and making claudia make the decisions he cant bring himself to do. sorry if this got a lil off topic lol

#yn.#yn answers #iwtv #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt

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columbiastapshoes · 9 months

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more general headcanons. take them in addition to my other ones.

my last headcanon post got a decent amount of attention so i thought i’d do it again :3 my brain is like. a factory that is constantly producing headcanons from machines it’s how i function

anyways most of these r about magenta because i’ve just been in a very magenta mood recently she’s so silly (i’m going feral why is she so PRETTY)

- brad played with dolls as a kid but his parents took them away when he got “too old” for it to be some cute quirk because a Man has to play with Trucks like a Man anyways he did play with Trucks like a Man but he never forgot how to do their hair so even now he can french braid the shit out of people’s hair, especially magentas hair because the dolls he had also had big poofy hair like hers so he’s used to that. however columbia is typically magentas french braiding person so when she saw her gf getting her hair braided by another man she was like “HOW DARE YOU WE ARE OVER” (as a joke obviously don’t fret)

- magenta can do the splits. idk. i just get that vibe and i’m right about everything soooooo /j

- columbia cannot maintain eye contact and magenta STARES and forgets to blink or look away so every time they talk it’s just

“👁️👁️”

“STOP”

- this is such a specific scenario but if they are shopping and come across a pillow they want to buy they give it the columbia test. what is the columbia test you might ask? they just get columbia to scream all of her pain and trauma into the pillow, and if the sound is muffled enough it is deemed worthy to purchase

- magenta just. brings random animals into the castle. and i’m not talking about “aww she like adopts cats a lot :3” no this bitch has brought in Raccoons from the Backyard and riff raff who is a paranoid ass mf is like “THAT THING HAS RABIES” and magentas like “LISTEN. HER NAME IS BEELZEBUB AND YOU WILL TREAT HER WITH RESPECT”

- why are all of these about magenta help

- speaking of magenta :3 she is a huge wes anderson fan and she and columbia watched isle of dogs together for a lil movie date and columbia sobbed during most of it 👍 she liked it though

-can we all agree that frank just. knows how to vogue. like bro came out of the womb knowing how to do that shit and it stuck with him for the rest of his life

-so i spent a really long time being stumped on how i think columbia would dress. like i have everyone else’s style figured out but i just couldn’t figure out hers for some reason,,,,, until i went down a rabbit hole and discovered cyndi lauper. i mean obviously i had listened to girls just wanna have fun and time after time but i has never actually seen this absolute icon. anyways i discovered her and her style during theater class one day and from then on i knew that columbia dresses like cyndi lauper, columbia listens to cyndi lauper, COLUMBIA IS CYNDI LAUPER

-ok so canonically i dont think this would happen but in my own version of rocky horror that exists in my brain magenta and brad are bffs. like yk those videos u see of “unlikely animal friendships” that is literally just them. it’s like goth gf x Some Guy™️ (x used platonically)

-brad is a die hard swiftie. i won’t elaborate.

-magenta loves loves LOVES abba

-sometimes i forget columbia isn’t canonically a theater kid. cuz like. she just Is a theater kid yk that’s who she is

- she would love grease

i will probably make another one of these posts when my list becomes longer again ‼️‼️

p.s i have. two rocky horror aus. would anyone like me to post about them. because i can. i am so normal about . aus

#rocky horror #rocky horror picture show #rhps #rocky horror au #frank n furter #brad majors #columbia rhps #magenta rhps

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tojikai · 2 years

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Are you a wizard, Kai? Because I have about 6 weeks worth of asks screaming about my hatred for Gojo and with a few fucking paragraphs, I'm like "oh no I feel bad for him"...what is this dark magic you possess?! I mean, I still think he's scum but I feel bad for him. But I'm also still wondering why the fuck Gojo did it in the first place, the dumb paintbrush looking stick figure?!

But I've had some time to digest this chapter and....well let's just dive in, shall we?

First off, ok he did break up with Rie face to face and told her everything which is good. (My last ask I said I didn't believe him, but he actually did it) However, Rie, seriously go fuck yourself. You haven't stopped crying since like chapter one and I'm sick of it. It was 2 months; you and Gojo broke up a 5 year, very serious relationship, so fuck off with the waterworks. You got what you deserved and maybe now you'll use your brain when getting into a relationship. Please go away to the land of forgotten uwu girls and never disgrace us with your presence again. (please tell me she's gone for good)🙏🙏🙏

Second, (not to gloss over the adorableness that is Sugaruyn) but the scream I let out when the Dilf (who is not a dad, but he's sure as hell a daddy) himself, Nanami, made an appearance. Omg I'm pretty sure I woke up my neighbors. Eh, I'll buy them donuts in the morning then tell them to read the series so they'll be fine. 🤷

(Also, fuck y/n's mom. You're a terrible mother and I hope your company goes bankrupt, your pillows are always warm, and you somehow always step on a Lego barefoot)

Third, *insert evil laugh here* how does it fucking feel Gojo to see y/n move on without you? My, my, my, how the turntables. Just take several seats and watch your life fall apart buddy boy, because you sure as shit didn't give a fuck about y/n's feelings when you were living your high school dream. It was setting up to be an amazing moment between y/n and Sugaru, but I'm starting to think there's nothing there but friendship. Just very amazing, deep friendship and honestly, that's ok. Platonic soulmates are real and they're wonderful.

And finally, I honestly was thinking Rie was pregnant and I was waiting for that shoe to drop because that would have been the absolute final nail in the coffin that is y/n and Gojo's relationship (she still could be, we've got 2 more chapters after this) but you went and pulled a Sixth Sense level twist with that ending. I didn't see that coming until y/n mentioned being tired and nauseous. If she really is pregnant, this will define everything. My heart is racing and I'm pacing the floor, frantically willing a happy ending, whatever that may be. As long as y/n is happy.

But seriously, are you a wizard, Kai?! Much love to you again! Hope you have an amazing weekend and week!! Hugs, kisses, flowers, and coffee!!

PLSSSS i love that emotional twirling gif LMAOO omg yeahhh about rie's tears, i actually hate it when the person who messed up is the one who cries. i definitely get why it pisses u guys off. but it always happens irl. i think its like a way for them to get some sympathy, to look pitful bc they know it in themselves that they messed up, & it's really annoying!!!!!. and NANAMI, ah i wanted to write more about him😭next chapter there'll be more of him !! he's friends with yn~ i wish im your neighbor tho. i love donuts😭hksdjk. as for yn's mom. she can get worse, really :(( and satoru might have to see more suguyn next chapter :')) anywayyy thank youu so much for this and for the support <33 please have an amazing weekend as well and take careee, mwaah~

#🍭—kaitalks #f: permanent mark

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preciouslandmermaid · 2 years

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playlist anon here! Cornelia street ALMOST made it on the playlist, it just didn’t because I wanted more angst!!! I hope you enjoy it and i wanna know your thoughts if you’re willing to share when you finish your listen☺️

I'm actually gonna put all my thoughts on this reply, lmao. And I'm typing these up as I listen so uhh this might be a rambled mess LMAO.

Track 1: IMPECCABLE CHOICE. we really cannot have a playlist without the star of the show ;) ~ i love cigarettes after sex lol they're so moody and sensual. show stopping. incredible. iconic. Track 2: TAYLOR!!! SWIFT!!! God, I love gold rush so much. esp the line; "I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush" because i think it perfectly encapsulates how the reader feels about carmy. her desire for distance, her uneasiness about her affection/fondness, the vulnerability that he unknowingly teases from her. Track 3: I've never heard this song before. I know of HAIM. But, wow this song really gave me like BUTTERFLIES. Especially these two lines: "We're watching the sunrise from the kitchen counter // When you're lyin' between my legs it doesn't matter." like 👀👀👀 HELLO?

Track 4: Yeah, this one - like - taylor swift is so good at writing songs about yearning LMAO. Just. * Chef kiss.* Track 5: MITSKI. MITSKI. MITSKI!!!! Is it really a playlist if we don't have mitski? answer: no it is not! ugh. "baby will u kiss me arleady?" LIKE DAMN, TRUE. MISTKI!!! WILL HE?? Track 6: Okay, I need my girl by the national. is. the most yearning-of-songs to ever yearn. this song really captures what it feels to be like "outside" - not relating to peers, or family, and feeling like you have this connection to a specific person who even when you feel small/insecure/weak/etc---this person is who can pull you out of it, who softens the edges of the world, :.) i love them sfm. Track 7: hi taylor. This song is so carmy-coded. "And it's hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound" and this one too: "And my words shoot to kill when I'm mad" -- carmy knows EXACTLY what to say to cut someone deep. ha ha. this line, especially, feels very carmy/mikey to me: "I didn't know if you'd care if I came back I have a lot of regrets about that" COOL, COOL, NOW IM FUCKING CRYING.

Track 8: emotional damage. emotional damage. how dare u put phoebe bridgers on this playlist. i weep. this song perfectly captures the grief that they (reader and carmy) share. 😭

Track 9: I've never heard this song but it got me with the FIRST LINE. "in the car in the backseat" HELLO?? fucking IMMACULATE. also, like yes reader IS a fucking mess. they're both messy. and yet "I believe that you see me for who I am" [SCREAMING INTO MY PILLOW AND WALKS INTO THE OCEAN]

Track 10: wow this song is also so THEM. "All the skeletons you hide. Show me yours, and I'll show you mine." hi, i will need 7-10 business days to process this, thnx. goodbye. u really weren't lying when you said you wanted angst. u know that meme of the stick-figure guy lying on the ground in a puddle of his own tears? That's me.

Track 11: Hoax by Tswift is so Carmy-coded. I think Taylor wrote all these songs for him, actually. but, also the references to shades of blue, make me think of reader looking to Carmy's eyes. both romantic and lowkey fucking SAD. are u trying to fucking kill me??

Track 12: it's about the yearning. i just love the concept that this song implies that like no matter how much you try to push someone out, they can still get under ur skin. HAHA WALKING INTO THE OCEAN AGAIN.

Track 13: i made the mistake of looking up the lyrics to this song so i could include my favorite line and then the internet told me that the meaning of this song could be interpreted as "pouring love into someone and they only give a fraction back in return." wow that hurts bestie. but also the ending of this song, the way it picks up, and the crescendo of music (im not a musician) its giving ~crying while sliding down the wall in the golden light of pre-sunset and clutching ur phone to ur chest.~

Track 14: wow this song fucking slaps? Also screaming at the chrous: "Is it insensitive for me to say - Get your shit together? - So I can love you" LOSING IT. I feel like it could be taken both ways, Reader's view to Carmy and his view to her. Like. Hmmm. besties. I'm feeling like these two might be grenades thrown at each other. hahahah.

Track 15: WE GOT HOZIER?? damn!! I feel like you went into the cosmos and found all the bangers I had forgotten about or simply never heard. God, I love his folky, gentle vibe. I feel like this would be the perfect song to have played during the wedding scene when they're both sitting in front of Lake Michigan, talking about loss, and their budding friendship.

Track 16: "The devil's in the details but you've got a friend in me." Again, are you TRYING to kill me?? Honestly, all of these songs could apply to SOME part, some scene of this fic, and I want to THROW MYSELF INTO THE SUN!! also like the line....."Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other". that's it. I'm listening to the rest of these from beyond the grave. also like ugh the way this song embodies being THERE for someone but not being able to u know fix the shit they're going thru or heal it and just having to accept that.

Track 17: daddy hozier is back! this song is just ugh so romantic. i feel like hozier is the only Man to Ever Exsist, imo, and get it. He gets it! Also, this song makes me feel like being "brought to life" by love and uguuugghh. I know ur going for an angst angle but this song makes me feel so warm and cozy x)

Track 18: WOW THIS SONG IS SOOO READER. This is her song. You've done it. You've cracked the code. I think this song could be interpreted as her feelings for Carmy, but also, on a larger scale--The Bakery--when it came into her life, everything changed, and she now has something to prove, something to work for. I'm in AWE of ur mind, anon.

Track 19: oh ok we're back to being sad, I GUESS. GOSH. EVERMORE?? Pls!!!! The way this song describes a story of grief and how it feels like it's going to last forever, but it doesn't. Time actually does heal wounds. You just have to make it through the months, through the cold, and into safety and warmth. What a PERFECT ending song choice.

how i feel about this playlist (affectionate)

#fic: nghb feedback #long post #this is so incoherent im sorry lsdjfdslkfjsdl (not sorry)#i have the biggest grin on my face LMAO

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writteninkat · 3 years

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Where JJK guys would leave hickeys

warnings: 18+

author's note: honestly this idea has been circling my mind like how a shark would to it's prey AAAAAAAAAAA HERE U GO

ITADORI YUJI

i bet my liver that this man is the type to leave hickeys below your ears and above your ass (cause duhh he and his bestofriendo are ass men)

he'd love watching you bury your face onto your pillow as he sucks subtle marks right below your spine and you'd be squirming and such cause it'd feel so ticklish but so good at the same time

he'd give u an extra slap or two if you moved your hips and he didn't get leave the hickeys on you properly

loves when he sees the marks when you tie your hair up/get a hair cut or when you're changing your shirt and your back is facing him

the way he'd put the hickeys below your ears would be when he's whispering stuff to you while the two of you are cuddling and he couldn't help himself and just bite the skin

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

hear me out, outside, people think you and Megumi are the vanilla type of couple but as soon as you take off your shirt your chest, tummy and back are just all littered with hickeys

like I find Megumi to be the type who doesn't want other people to see the products of what happens between the two of you in the bedroom like those hickeys, bite marks and bruises on your ass from all the spanking are all for him to see, but he also wants to just corrupt and ruin your body and those mlove bites are like a remembrance to him that he made you like this, those are his artworks.

when Nobara invites you to a pool party with just the jjk high students and staff, you don't get in the water at all cause 1: you forgot to bring your rash guard, 2: the staff of the pool doesn't allow attires that are not for swimming (shirts, maong shorts, etc.) and 3: you and your boyfriend don't wanna show everyone just how freaky y'all actually are

there was this one time where you forgot all about the marks cause you were tired and wanted to shower up so you could go home

in the girls' bathroom, you take off your shirt and jump when the girls screamed

you look at them with wide eyes, asking them what the hell the screams were about and when Maki points at your torso, you know you fucked up

the girls teased you about it for a whole week but thankfully Megumi never caught on

INUMAKI TOGE

this little boy leaves not so little marks all over your chest area and in between your thighs

picture this: for your chest area, he absolutely loves sucking on your nipples until they're sensitive and swollen and you tease him about being a baby because of it when the two of your are alone

usually when you're already too sensitive and it begins to hurt, Toge stops suck on the buds and immediately travel his mouth around them

he'll mostly be sucking your chest until either you're too sensitive over all and you tell him to stop completely or when he has other ideas- which leads us to the second part: inner thighs

picture this part two: Toge eating you out, your fingers threaded through his blond locks, tugging on them as he brings you into another orgasm; your fourth that night

you look down at him, biting your lips when you see the sides of his mouth and the entire areas of his curse marks are covered with your slick, glistening and sparkling underneath the light

it's a given that Toge would use his curse speech on you; "cum", "don't cum", "edge yourself", "scream my name" and whenever your body involuntarily does what he commands, his mouth begins to unconciously nibble and bite on your skin in your inner thighs

this man laps his small, pink tongue over the marks as he looks up at you with eyes that hold such heavy and hot lust for you before he continues eating his meal until you're a shaking, sweaty, panting, drooling, crying and overstimulated mess all thanks to his mouth

GOJO SOTARU

no 🧢 he'd leave marks all over your body

on your nape, neck, shoulders, chest, tummy, thighs, you even went to the school with swollen lips cause Gojo just loved sucking on your soft skin

the other teachers would give him a "really?" look when they see the numerous marks on your neck and he'd just 🤷‍♂️ them

he'd especially tell you to tie your hair so people will see the markson your neck whenever you would go out in public cause he knows and everybody else who'll see you will know that you're one hot mf and he doesn't want to share you with anyone else (maybe nanami's an exception cause gojo kinda wants to have a threesome with him but THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT HERE)

randomly and literally anywhere you go, he'd just straight up turn your head to the side so he can admire his artwork on your soft skin before smirking and walking away, leaving you dumbfounded and his ego inflated

NANAMI KENTO

he's similar to Megumi in a way

he wants to stay stictly professional at work especially that the two of your work at the same school, so he does his best to leave marks only where he can see

for example: on your ass, on your back, the area in between your legs that you can't see unless you're reall flexible or you're using a mirror

he leaves hickeys on your chest constantly too, he loves seeing it at home when you're wearing a loose tanktop that shows off your chest

the only time he leaves hickeys where people,can find them like your neck or shoulders is when he's fucking you after a long and tiring day at work and he needs to release some tension and you him

he'll be so in his head thatnhe doesn't even notice how he's subconsciously digging his teeth lightly onto your shoulder/neck , leaving a bite mark as he thrusts into you relentlessly until you point it out to him after

his eyes would always widen, as if it was a really surprising thing for him to do then he'd apologise

next morning, he'd leave early in the morning to get to the convenience store to buy you a concealer as well as make you breakfast in bed, it's the least he could do after you let him treat you like a sex toy the whole night last night

TOJI FUSHIGURO

mans don't care where he puts it, he doesn't care if other people will see it, as long as you're fine with the spot he'll suck on it until his lips and jaw hurt

definitely leave hickeys all over your chest just so people can see the marks by tomorrow when you wear your deep cut blouse

I sense him as a thighs man too, he'll leave hickes all over your thighs then tell you to wear your thigh highs after, he loves seeing you all cute and naughty for him

will leave a trail of hickeys that line down your spine just because

as he's thrusting deep into you, he sucks on the side of your neck and after, he laps his tingue over his finished piece

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kira-fluff · 3 years

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please please PLEASE may we have a part two to the 'only one bed' piece you posted 🥺🥺 your writing is INCREDIBLE and I loved it so much 🥺🥺🥺 if u decide to do a part two then thank u so much in advance,, hope u have a good day 🥺

a/n: you asked for it (some others did too but this anon was so adorable so I’m replying to this one) so I’m gon’ give it to u <3 also, THANK YOU I am being 1000% honest that your comments seriously brought me to tears I was SO happy you all loved it. when I say pt.2, I kind of assume that it’s with the same characters (since no one specified others) so that’s what I’m gonna do!

Context provided, don’t worry babes

WARNINGS: sexual harassment, intoxication, extremely heavily suggestive (it gets pretty spicy)

Also contains spoilers from part 1 but like why would you even read part 2 if you haven’t read part 1? Get outta here and read it!! (Why is this even a warning? I don’t know don’t question my methods)

“There’s only one bed” [PT.2] PT.1

Saeyoung

You awoke to a sleeping Saeyoung, his toned arms enveloping your small body in a hug. Shamelessly, you laid still for a few moments longer.

When you’d noticed him stirring awake, you quickly shut your eyes once more, trying to conceal your growing smile

Saeyoung blinked a few times before registering at last where he was

He needed a little more time to register why you are in his arms

Pretending to be asleep again, you nuzzled further into his chest, letting out a soft groan

Saeyoung’s mind flew to DANGER MODE

He felt kinda guilty holding you in his arms because let’s face it there’s no way he isn’t enjoying this

He was so stunned that, for once, he was at a loss for words (shocking, I know)

Blinking out of his stupor, he murmured, “Y/N?”

His morning voice was... nice.

You pretended to “wake up”, fake yawning before saying, “Yes, Saeyoung?”, subtly batting your eyes a little

(It wasn’t subtle)

But since Saeyoung is an actual fucking moron, he can’t tell the difference

Play it cool, Seven. She can’t know that you know she was doing this all night and you didn’t do anything.

“Wow”, Saeyoung choked out a laugh, “I didn’t know you liked me this much.”

You look down, in between the two of you before slowly making eye contact with him again, smirking in disbelief, “I could say the same to you.”

A slow blush crept up his face at the innuendo

But he was NOT about to lose

Saeyoung Choi is NOT a loser

“Oh, yeah? Well, I wasn’t the one screaming my name last night.”

You gasped, “Screaming?! I didn’t scream -- I would’ve remembered a dream like tha-- Oh!” You quickly covered your mouth, already feeling regret seeping into every bone of your body.

Saeyoung openly chuckled, looking at you with a sort of darkness in his eyes

“You’re more dangerous than this whole mission.”

You were still out of sorts, failing to come up with a comeback besides a quiet, “I wasn’t screaming.”

A shit eating grin replaced the cool smirk on Saeyoung’s face

“I win.”

“Eat a dick, Seven.”

“Sorry, I think I’m more attracted to the one who was moaning out, ‘Oooh, Saeyoung~~~’“

You threw a pillow straight in his face, muttering a “shut up”, blushing profusely

Ever the competitive fucker, Saeyoung proclaims an all out pillow fight

It is WAR

Throwing pillow after pillow at each other in between giggles and taunts and jeers

“Take no prisoners!” you shouted, feeling unbeatable

Until Saeyoung grabbed your ass, pulling you down with him, earning a yelp from you

“What the fuck, Sev’?! You cheater!!”

“I don’t know, my hand’s a lot more comfortable here!”

You scoffed, “Oh, YOU! YOU are gonna GET IT!”

Saeyoung threw back his head in laughter but abruptly stopped when you grabbed his face with both your hands, and forcefully kissed him

He let out a “MMPH!”, eyes wide

Before, of course, kissing you back with equal force

Gasping for air at last, you spoke in between breaths, “I......win..”

“Actually, darling, I think I just did.”

Noticing your loss for words, he smirked before asking, “So.... what’s my prize?”

You didn’t have to be asked twice, “I think I have something in mind...”

His eyes met your own before slowly scanning your body, then snapping back to your eyes once more

You bit your lip

“I know you’ll lose at least one thing tonight.”

“Bold of you to assume--”

“Just shut up and kiss me again.”

Wish granted ;)

Yoosung

Yoosung glanced away, taking a deep breath before saying, “Yeah, yeah I did. I really like you.” You couldn’t hold back the big ol’ smile that took over your face as you proudly declared, “Me too!!” Right when Yoosung was going to go in for a kiss, he saw his auntie suddenly right next to the both of you

“Oh my GOD when did you get here?!”

She smirked, “My question first, dearie, what did you two like?” Neither of you answered, your cheeks growing red

“You know, the first time your uncle did it with me I felt the same way. Like, what a man! Must run in the fam--”

“OKAY! THANK YOU FOR THAT AUNTIE BUT BREAKFAST IS CALLING MY NAME MM SMELLS GOOD SEE YOU LATER.”

Your blush didn’t leave you as you smeared strawberry cream cheese on your toasted bagel. This trip was going to be very VERY difficult. Thank God there was alcohol. And Yoosung. And probably dogs. And Yoosung. Yeah. Gotta love relatives.

Following this stunning confession, you felt dumb because, well, you still didn’t know where you really stood with Yoosung

So when night came, you were ready to go to a party

Putting on your earrings and making sure your clothes were laid properly in place, you stepped out of the resort room to a waiting Yoosung

“H-hey, thanks for waiting for me,” You nervously tucked a stray hair behind your ear.

Yoosung avoided eye contact, opting for a stiff nod

You gazed deeper into the side of his head, feeling hurt.

But... you decided not to say anything.

Walking together to the reserved room the resort had made in preparation for Yoosung’s uncle was awkward, not a single word spoken between the two of you

When you arrived, Yoosung’s eccentric uncle immediately shouted, “’Sung ‘Sung! Get over ‘ere! We’re gonna have a part-ay!!”

You suddenly understood why Chaewon was the way he was

and why Yoosung’s parents forced him to go on this trip instead of themselves

Since you didn’t know his name, you opted for your nickname -- Uncle Alcohol

Cuz he had a LOT of it

In number, and in the amount he shoved down his throat at any given time

Seriously, how is this guy already drunk?!

You watched as Uncle Alcohol shoved a sloppy arm around Yoosung, not so quietly shouting something in his ear above the blaring music

You were too far away to hear, thank goodness, but you took note of the way Yoosung immediately blushed and shook his head fervently, his hands held in front of his chest

Before you could take in the atmosphere further, you felt a shiver down your back

Immediately turning around you saw the oh-so-famous Chaewon

“Heeeyyyyyyy babbeeheehe...... Wannnaaa..... sliiidee in my room tonighhht?” Laughing in a way what made you cringe and your ears numb, you replied, “No thanks, bud. You should probably get some water.”

“Nooo I want youuuu” Grabbing your boob in his hand, he laughed again, saying, “Nice”

Oh my god.. where the fuck is Yoosung??

You quickly slapped away his hand, shouting, “Stay the hell away from me asshole! Try anything else again, and I won’t give a shit that you’re drunk or Yoosung’s family, I will call the cops on you!”

He acted as if he didn’t hear you, but must’ve gotten the message because he sauntered over to another group of girls

Aren’t those his cousins? What the fuck is WRONG with that guy?!

The loud smack and curses answered the question. You didn’t attempt to help when you saw them proceed to beat the absolute shit out of him, blood and all.

What you needed was a drink. Something really, really strong.

You walked over to the resort bar tender

Something about your face must’ve given it all away because he began with a “Rough night, huh?”

“Do not even fucking ask me about it. God, please, I’m sorry that was rude. I just need something strong... just give me three fingers of rye.” You waved your hand nonchalantly, sitting at a bar stool.

“Are you sure, lady? You don’t look the type to handle that kinda liquor..”

“That’s kind of the point.”

He sighed, “Look... I’m not supposed to condone you getting completely shit-faced.. but you look like you need it tonight. I’ll make something a little easier down the throat, okay?”

You nodded, exasperated.

You didn’t know what it was, but it did the trick. It’s fruity taste easily passed down your throat, leaving you feeling lighter and more at peace.

“’nother one.”

He obliged, pouring another glass for you.

Four drinks in and your world was already unbelievably wobbly.

You were seeing double, looking at the bartender’s second form

You laughed, it all seemed to funny

Standing up, you stumbled over to the dance floor, grabbing one of Uncle A’s craft beers.

Dancing was fun for a few minutes, grateful no one had bothered you.

But you sat down, tears suddenly welling in your eyes

You were alone.

Yoosung.

Your mood brightened just by remembering his name

Giggling, you called out, “Yoosuuungg~~~” repeatedly around the room

One of the cousins heard your call, laughing because everything was funny, before grabbing Yoosung’s arm and shouting what they’d just heard

Yoosung quickly glanced over at you, brows furrowed. They softened a little upon seeing your drunken state

He’d had a beer or two, but the good feeling got old quickly and he sobered up by the time he’d noticed his cousins acting like complete fools

Upon seeing him, your smile grew to a big, childish grin

“Hiiii Yoosuuunggg...”

“Jeez, Y/n, how much did you drink?”

You giggled, playfully sticking out your tongue, “not sure~ a few.. probably..?” you laughed again, winking at him

“Hey, let’s get you some water, yeah? On second thought.. we gotta get outta here. I’ll carry you to our room.”

Your eyes shamelessly stared at his lips, not listening to a word he was saying

“Yoosunngg~~ I want you to fuck meeee”

Yoosung held the bridge of his nose in between his fingers, “L-let’s just go.”

Putting your arm over his shoulder, he carried most of your weight.

“Yoosuuung I want to have your babiess~~”

Yoosung blushed and looked down, continuing to walk, “You’re way too drunk.”

“Yoosunggieee I want to know what it feels like to have your d--”

He quickly shushed you, looking around for other observers

He basically ran to your resort room from there

Taking a long sigh as he finally had got you in the room, he wiped some sweat off his face

Just when he’d gotten up to get a water bottle for you, he heard retching noises

Before he could stop you, you upchucked all over yourself and some of the cheap resort carpeting

Groaning in physical and emotional pain, Yoosung muttered a quiet, “why me”

Before putting his arms under your arm pits and dragging you to the bathroom

He spent a good 10 minutes just trying to get the stupid shower to turn on because of course at any other place than your own house it’s never easy

Then, after getting the temperature just right, he forced you to down at least half of the water bottle

“Are you able to take off your clothes by yourself, Y/n?”

You giggled back, shaking your head

“Liar.”

“Help me take ‘em off pweaseee”

“No!”

You started tearing up again, your lip wobbling

“You know I can’t do that sweetie, you’re drunk.”

“No ‘m not.”

“Yeah, you are.”

You looked up at him before sighing and lifting up your shirt, fully exposing half of your naked body to him

He screamed like a little girl, running and slamming the door behind him

You pouted, “That’s no fun.”

After getting out of your clothes, you devised another poorly thought through plan

“Yoosunngggieee I need help washing myselffff”

“Um.. okay, lemme go see if I can get a hold of someone...”

“I want it to be you. I want it to be you who sees me like this. I want it to be you. Only you.”

“S-stop..” He said through the door.

“Please?”

Sighing, Yoosung knew there was no one who wasn’t drunk or available to help.

He did what any good guy would do. He proceeded to blind fold himself, opting for reaching his hands out to guess and where things were.

You laughed, “’Sunggiee you know you’re still gunna be touchin’ me”

“I’m not going to.”

“You said you’d help me!”

“Yeah, getting shampoo or something like that!”

“How ya gunna do that with somethin’ over your eyes?”

“I didn’t think it through that far.”

You sighed, conceding and attempting to wash yourself (which ended pretty badly) but, keeping his word, he managed to assist you the best he could without touching you.

He pitied the hangover you’d have... and the regret.

At last carrying you to bed after getting you another drink of water, he began cleaning the putrid stain you’d left on the carpet.

It was about 5AM when he’d finished, finally crawling into bed.

He thought about the way it felt last night compared to now

and he blamed himself.

He was the one that made you get so drunk you essentially passed out

Looking at you again, he sighed.

Tugging you close into his arms, he whispered a soft, “I’m sorry.”

Your subconscious must’ve heard him because you said in your sleep, “’s ok.”

Jumin

And suddenly your faces weren’t so far apart. And you couldn’t help but slowly close your eyes. Jumin was confused. He can be a bit of a pea brain, so he of course said, “I’m sure you’re very tired.” He shut off the light, reaching over you. You held back the big frown you’d gotten when you realized he’d rejected you. Unbeknownst to you that it took everything in him, from the moment he’d saw you in the jet cabin, not to scoop you up in his arms and make out with you the whole way there.

You were awoken by birds chirping outside the massive estate window

You made eye contact with an already staring, wide-eyed Jumin

Upon realizing you’d woken up, he averted his gaze saying, “Breakfast -- soon.”

You missed the crimson color of his face, instead getting up and stretching (like you didn’t learn your lesson last time)

Then, you made your way over to the fresh coffee that had been delivered to your room minutes before

Adding a shit load of cream and a dash of sugar, you turned to see Jumin staring at you. Again.

You breathed out a laugh, “What are you looking at?”

Jumin’s brows knit together for a split second before he again looked away, his soft blush never fading, “It’s hard not to.”

“Look at wha--” Your eyes grew wide in realization, looking down at the lingerie hardly covering your skin, Jumin’s shirt no where to be seen.

You screamed, making a poor attempt to cover yourself shouting, “Oh my god I’m so sorry I forgot!!”

Again, Jumin found his gaze resting on your body, stifling a groan.

He at last spoke, his deep voice reverberating throughout the room, “You... you’re making this all.. so much more ....difficult.”

You then grew defensive, “Made what difficult? Ogling at me without staying anything?!”

His eyes glowered with something you couldn’t quite place. “That’s not what I meant”

He walked slowly toward you, causing you to take steps backward

He’d backed you up against the wall, letting out a deep breath through his nose

With glittering eyes, he grabbed your chin with his fingers, forcing you to look up at him instead of the ground

“You’re doing on purpose, aren’t you?”

You gulped in anticipation, “D-doing what?”

Jumin raked his eyes down your body then looked back up at you with a sarcastic expression that said, “really?”

“N-no! I didn’t have a choice!!”

“Your clothes would’ve been dry hours ago.. if it really bothered you--”

“Well I was really tired from the jet ride and putting up with you!”

Jumin looked surprised for a moment before grinning sardonically, “Putting up with me? Do you have any idea how fucking hard it is to control myself when you’re constantly grabbing me, touching me, everything!”

“I didn’t do all that on purpose!” Okay, maybe that wasn’t entirely true, but you weren’t about to admit that to him when he was being such a dick.

He laughed dryly, “Yeah, okay. All I’m saying is that I don’t find it very funny.”

“You think that you’re just some big joke to me?!”

“What other explanation is there?”

You were practically hysterical in your laughter saying, “You’re unbelievable.”

“Oh yeah?” he challenged.

“Yeah,” you glared back at him, your faces inches apart.

Before Jumin could realize what he was doing, he pulled your hips flush against his own, crashing his lips harshly on yours.

Letting out moans of both desperation and anger, your eyebrows furrowed as you deepened the kiss, gasping when Jumin slid his tongue so far into your mouth you swore you felt it going down your throat.

After what felt like hours, you parted for oxygen, both breathing heavily, before going in for another long, simmering kiss

You felt Jumin smirk against your mouth causing you to lightly smack his chest, hating that he knew he’d gotten a rise out of you.

He grabbed your wrist against his chest, slowly guiding it to his first button of his night shirt.

You made quick work of removing all the fastenings, nodding and obeying him when he commanded, “Jump”

Your legs tied round his waist, you continued to make out, pulling at the waistband of his pants.

Jumin moaned into your mouth before parting to say, “You will be the death of me, little spitfire.”

Let’s just say the whole fiance thing might not be a lie anymore.

Zen

Zen wanted to say something smooth like “I’ve always wanted to do that.” But instead he said “I’ve always wanted to do you.” He mentally smacked his head, blaming the lack of oxygen for his stupidity. But you smirked up at him coyly, replying, “Then why don’t you?” Um, yeah, rip your hotel neighbor he will literally hate both of you so much.

You awoke you Zen rubbing his thumb on your arm, basking in the morning light

He groggily said, “’mornin’ babe.”

“I’m ‘babe’ now?”

“What else am I supposed to call my beautiful girlfriend?”

You leaned up and kissed him softly, smiling.

“I love you, Zen. So much.”

“I love you, too, Y/n. If you didn’t already get that from when we...”

You laughed shyly, “yeah..”

“I know I skipped a few steps, but I have never been happier and more sure of anything in my life.”

You looked up at him, peacefully grinning.

“Hey, let’s get married.”

Zen choked on his spit, “R-right now?!”

You giggled, “Not right now, but soon. I dunno, we’ve been friends for, like, forever. Now that we know we like each other it seems like the next step.”

Zen looked at you, searching your face to determine whether you were serious or not.

Detecting that you weren’t joking he laughed airily saying, “Sure. Whatever you want princess.”

He kissed the top of your head, whispering, “You’re so beautiful, ya know that?”

Sighing comfortably, you nodded, falling back into sleep.

“H-hey! Wake up!!” Zen shouted, giving up and just cuddling up to you instead, stroking your hair gently.

The concert wasn’t until late that night -- he had time to spare.

....Even if he didn’t, he’d make time for you. - 3 months later

In classic Zen and Y/n style, you’d eloped shortly after the tour ended.

“Hey, Y/n? Have you seen my grey t-shirt?”

You looked up from your laptop, “Mhm, it’s in the dryer.”

He sighed, “Thanks babe”, before making his way down to the mudroom where your laundry was kept

He sifted through the hot laundry in the dryer, not seeing his shirt anywhere, when he hard a crash.

“Y/N?!”

He rushed out to the living room, glancing from the smashed coffee mug on the ground, to you.

“Y/N?! Are you okay?!!!”

You clutched your stomach in anguish, beads of sweat forming at your brow, “Y-yeah.. my stomach hurts so bad ‘s all.”

Zen was having NONE of that

He rushed you to the Emergency Room, holding your hand the entire time.

“It’s gonna be okay, Princess, I promise.” You nodded, before losing consciousness -

you awoke to a depressing hospital room, meeting Zen’s worried eyes.

“How long was I out..?”

“For a few minutes.”

You sighed in relief, feeling a lot better than you were when you were rushed to the ER.

All of a sudden, a doctor entered the room looking stern.

“I wanted to discuss the diagnosis with the two of you when you were both physically present.”

You blanched, looking at Zen with fear etched in your eyes.

Zen held your hand tighter, before saying, “What’s the problem?”

The doctor looked in between the two of you before letting out a little laugh, “There’s nothing wrong, actually.”

You both looked confused, Zen proudly saying, “Then why’d you look all doom and gloom when you came in here?!”

The doctor roared with laughter saying, “Eh, I get a kick out of the faces you guys make. Ah, now to the diagnosis.”

“There’s still a diagnosis?!”

You shushed Zen, nodding at the doctor.

He took a breath before saying, “Miss Y/N Hyeon, you’re pregnant.”

Both your eyes grew wide, mouths slacked

“O-oh, oh my gosh!!”

Zen enveloped you in a big hug, congratulating you (and also hiding his tears)

This man could not hold back the proud grin he sported for MONTHS

I simp for this prompt so if someone asked, it’s not like I could say no to writing it for more characters.......right? lol Also, I came to a realization that I made that a fanfic rather than a headcanon.. so oh well, right?

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whumpurr · 3 years

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Adrien and Sawdust part 6

cw: pet whump, whump recovery, bodily mutilation, self harm, brief and vague mention of past noncon, dehumanization, conditioned whumpee, unreliable narrator, brief mention of dissociation

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Sawdust was searching for his bag the second Master was gone. He hopped out of bed, punctuated with a fit of dizziness as he got to his feet, and crawled around the room looking for his duffel bag. The bright blue bag was nowhere to be found, and Sawdust wasn’t great at seeing in the dark either.

He started to wonder, to second guess himself. Did Master put the bag somewhere in the room and Sawdust just isn’t seeing it? Is he overlooking it? Did he even have a bag at all? Did it come with him to this new house, or was it left with his previous master? No, no, he remembered seeing it next to his kennel with those other people.

If he left the room now, Master would surely hear it and question him, or worse, punish him for disturbing his sleep. As much as Sawdust wanted his ears back, he just had to trust that Master would return them in due time.

Sleeping was difficult without the familiar squeeze of his headband around his head, but with a full stomach he managed to eventually fall asleep even if it took a while.

Sunlight came all too soon for Sawdust. The light peeked through the curtains and he couldn’t physically sleep any more. He was dreading going downstairs and having to face his master, having to eat beside him. He could only imagine what his master was going to do to him. Would he record him? Bring his friends over and show him how pathetic and stupid he looked eating out of a bowl on the floor? Sawdust shook himself out of his thoughts; he was just a dog anyways, he shouldn’t have enough of an ego to be embarrassed.

He was getting himself out of bed, going down onto his hands and knees when he heard a soft knock on the door, followed by Master’s quiet voice.

“Sawdust?” Master said from the other side of the heavy wooden door. “Come on, let’s go get some food.”

Sawdust got to the door and opened it with his paw, stepping out and following Master.

Master gave him a bowl of dog food once he was downstairs. Sawdust half contemplated asking Master about his ears, but really, if Master had taken them away then it was because Sawdust did not deserve them any more.

“Master,” Sawdust murmured, “Is- is there anything your pet can- can do? To assist?”

Master looked thoughtful for a moment then laughed, laughed at Sawdust.

“I think my work stuff is a bit advanced for you,” Master took a bite of his own food, “I want you to focus on… recovery, for now. Okay? That means you rest up and come get me if you want anything, food, water, whatever.”

Sawdust nodded, “Yes, Master,” before he continued eating, the hard kibble crunching satisfyingly between his teeth. He couldn’t work up the courage to ask Master about the ears or his bag, or where they’ve gone.

Lunch and dinner went similarly, with Master coming, getting his pet, and taking him downstairs to eat. Each time Sawdust couldn’t work himself up enough to ask Master about his ears. The lack of his ears made Sawdust feel… Wrong. Like he wasn’t a real dog, like he was a subpar pet. He wasn’t good enough to this new Master who had otherwise been so kind to him. What had he done to deserve this?

Night eventually fell, and Sawdust did his best to do as Master said and get to sleep. He curled up in the nest of blankets and pillows that his Master had made in the corner for him, and let himself begin to drift off. As he was doing so, he couldn’t help but wonder why his Master was withholding his belongings from him. Nevertheless, his eyelids grew heavy, and he eventually fell into a deep sleep.

Adrien was still getting accustomed to feeding someone using a dog bowl, with dog food, on the floor. It was a strange experience, and doing it made him feel dirty, but it was all Sawdust was going to accept so if it was between that or making the pet starve again, he would have to go with the former.

He was still very aware of just how lost he was in all of this. He searched the internet and scoured his social media for something that could give him some kind of life preserver in all of this. Finally, finally, he found something. A chatroom for pet owners. From the looks of it, it was heavily moderated and geared more towards pet liberation activists, and pet rehabbers, and people who actually cared for their pets. He requested to join and was accepted within the hour. He immediately sent a message to the ‘help’ section.

Adrien: >> Hey guys, I’m a new owner and I didn’t do as much research as I should have. >> Long story short, I didn’t keep as close an eye on my pet as I should’ve, and he ended up not eating because I wasn’t giving him dog food. Is that a normal thing? How can I help him?

It wasn’t five minutes before one of the other owners responded,

1Y4N4: >> oof, thats no good dude.. definitely watch him harder and probably just stick to feeding him what he wants for now. u said hes new right? let him stay in his comfort zone for a little bit probably

Adrien: >> Thanks. I’ll do that.

1Y4N4: >> np, im a bit more experienced as an owner but i dont think mine were as conditioned as urs >> at least not in that way

Zo: >> Bro wtf? You’re the source of your pet’s whole life and shit, you really should’ve done more research.

Adrien sat and watched as this ‘Zo’ person continued to rip into Adrien for his irresponsibility, though the ‘1Y4N4’ user at least tried to defend Adrien. It wasn’t long before Zo quieted down and 1Y4N4 was able to speak up again,

1Y4N4: >> lots of actual dogs eat things that arent dog chow >> maybe show your pet some videos of people feeding their dogs other stuff, maybe hell be more open then

Adrien thanked the user, and used the rest of his evening compiling some videos and researching, finding the outer bounds of what dogs could eat in hopes that he could convince Sawdust. It was far from exactly what he wanted, but he felt some semblance of satisfaction that there was at least a way to progress forwards.

Sawdust finally came up with a plan when he was coming out of the bathroom the next morning. It was before Adrien had gotten up. As Sawdust was leaving the bathroom, he caught sight of himself in the mirror.

His hair was all matted, and the fringe at his forehead was beginning to grow to hide his eyes. He looked lacking without his ears. There were deep circles under his eyes. At least the peaks of his cheeks and his lips were starting to regain some color now that he had a steady supply of food which he undoubtedly did not deserve. The scratched scar across his nose bridge and cheek that one of the other dogs gave him was still there. He looked at that and followed it across his face to his second ears.

His dumb second ears, the ones on either side of his head that his last master hated so much. His previous master had always told him that they made him look less like a dog, less like a pet, when a pet was all Sawdust ever wanted to be. Because if he wasn’t a pet, then he was a toy for both Master and the other dogs, and that was one step above the most reprehensible thing he could be. He had been downgraded to ‘toy’ for a short amount of time previously, and he was eternally grateful that he was never dropped even lower, to being nothing but food for the other dogs.

Master threatened that sometimes, chopping him up and feeding him to the other dogs.

Whenever Sawdust looked at himself in the mirror, he couldn’t help imagine it. Being cut up and thrown to other animals to eat. He found some part of himself that felt that- even if he could never do anything else right- he could do that right. He tried to halt that train of thought as quickly as he could, before his mind shunted him off to some dark, foggy place where he couldn’t think or feel until the bad thoughts went away.

But at the root of those thoughts, he found the problem, as well as the solution. He scrambled down to the kitchen as fast as he could go, wanting to work quickly before he could stop himself.

He got to the kitchen sink, and stood up on trembling, unused legs. They could hardly support his weight, he had to lean onto the granite countertop with his elbows as he reluctantly removed the tape from his paws using his teeth. He would need his fingers for this.

Sawdust’s breath was quick in his throat, the edges of his vision grew blurry as he tried to focus on this and only this. He had one task and he was not going to fail it. He wanted his ears back. He wanted his master to be happy with him again. Maybe this way he could earn his master’s attention and... Maybe even his affection, if a pet was allowed to hope.

Sawdust’s paws were shaky and clumsy as they took out the biggest knife out of the wooden blog. It was heavy and cold in his paw. With one paw he held the tip of one of his second ears and pulled it as far away from his head as he could.

The cold edge of the blade rested on his skin, at the valley between his second ear and his head. He squeezed his eyes shut, he couldn’t break down now, he couldn’t stop now. He took a deep, sharp breath and pressed down on the knife as hard as his feeble paws could.

Adrien shot out of bed to the sound of a piercing, howling scream from downstairs.

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yunhoiseyecandy · 3 years

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✕ 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞; 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬

✕ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

✕ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫!𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 ◆ 𝐟.𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✕ 𝐰/𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 𝟐.𝟗𝐤

✕ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬; 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞, 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

[𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭] @little-precious-baby , @multidreams-and-desires , @hanatiny , @latte-fairytaekwoon , @cloudyyeonnie

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no matter how many times he’s been on stage, adrenaline rushing through his veins, the high of it all never gets old.

and he can’t bear thinking of the day it all ends.

he remembers the first time he ever picked up a guitar, the way the tips of his fingers brushed against the rough cords as he strummed to the beat. it was something that came so natural to him, and he knew at that moment, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he hummed, this was meant to be.

it’s been almost seven years since that day, and his heart still swells whenever he thinks about how he felt. it was amazing, but it’d been hard to try and convince his parents to allow him to play, let alone buy him his own instrument.

hongjoong chuckles at the old memories, and he finds it hard to believe that he was once a fifteen-year-old boy who begged his parents to let him do what he loved, hot, wet tears running down his cheeks as he pleaded on his knees.

he loved his parents, and to see them disagree with something that meant so much to him crushed him. they used to push for him to study harder in school, beg his teachers for extra credit so he could have even a slim chance at passing the class, but that simply wasn’t who he was meant to be.

he used to be a more than acceptable student, but since he started playing in a small band that had been formed by a few friends of him, he couldn’t focus on anything but the music he adored.

music was his drug, and it would be difficult to put him in rehab. eventually, though, his parents had chosen their son over school work and caved in. that christmas they had gotten him his favorite guitar, and he can still feel the smoothness of the mahogany as he ran his fingers over it.

he’d grown greatly since then, but the rush he still gets is the only thing that hasn’t changed since.

this was who he was meant to be, and he knew that nothing else could compare. he was more than proud of himself for choosing this career path, and he knew it’s the only thing he could do best.

that’s why he always put his all into every performance, head moving to the beat while he sang his heart out till it was hard to breath. and tonight was no different, especially since he had one of the biggest record labels in his country out in the crowd, scouting for the next best performer

—

“we’re up in five, man.” san said loud enough so the rest of the group could hear. hongjoong blocked out everyone, his fingers brushing over the strings as he sang the lyrics to their song under his breath over and over again.

they couldn’t afford to screw up this gig, and it was already going to be a challenge since they had one of their group members, seonghwa, out with a cold. he was the main drummer, so they had to call for backup if they wanted any chance of success tonight.

hongjoong twisted the cap off his water bottle and took a sip before groaning, “fuck. if I keep messing up this note we’re gonna be screwed.” he’d always had trouble with that certain line, but it always got to him right before they were up.

san laughed, “yeah, well whose fault is that for not coming to practice on time?” mingi looked over to him before bursting out laughing, but it soon faded when he saw the look on hongjoong’s face. “sorry, but it’s true!”

sure, they’d all been friends for years now, but that didn’t change how annoying san and mingi could be sometimes. seonghwa really needed to get better, or hongjoong would end up losing his mind.

“doesn’t matter,” he tossed his bottle into the recycling bin, “it’s not like I’m just sitting around when I don’t show up.”

“dude, we’re just messing with you. we all know you’re the try hard amongst us three.” this time it was san who lost it at mingi’s words, both the boys heads thrown back onto the couch as they held their stomachs.

“fuck you.” was all hongjoong could say, knowing damn well they would just look at him and continue to giggle like children if he tries to defend himself. he sighed, looking to his wrist watch and then standing up to collect his belongings.

it was now time to perform, and he was more then excited as he walked out onto the stage, his bandmates following right behind him. hongjoong never really knew why he got stage fright, especially considering how many gigs they’ve had in the past.

he’s done this before, but something told him tonight was going to be different. and that eerie feeling didn’t pass on, not even when he went on stage and played like it was his last. his heart felt like it would burst through his chest at any moment, and he loved the way it made him feel.

he could taste the sweat that ran down his face and over his lips as his tongue ran over them, but he had to ignore the saltiness of it and focus on what lyric came next.

“you say you don’t want me but you always come crawling back,”

“I’m like your drug call me your dealer I’ll give you that,”

“I’m not your baby, don’t make it seem like we’re reserved,”

“you broke my heart and I learned my worth fuckin’ try hard.”

he looked over to mingi after he sang the last word, his hands gripping the white microphone as he smirked. mingi’s hair was damp, and hongjoong assumed he’d taken a water bottle and poured it over his head after his drums solo was over.

it was a signature move that made the crowd go wild, and the red head did it at almost all of their performances. they’d done it since the beginning, as all of their fans seemed to love it.

they watched as the people in front of them threw their hands up in they air as their bodies jumped up and down, and hongjoong smiled fondly as he watched the lightsticks they had around their necks glow.

this environment, the setting, it made him fill with joy. and maybe it was the red t-shirt you had on that was different from the rest of the crowd that made his eyes meet yours, or it just might’ve been fate, but he couldn’t seem to pull his focus away from you no matter how hard he tried.

that is, until san wrapped his arm around him and bowed towards the hundreds of people they gave their thanks to. “c’mon, it’s time to go now man.”

—

“okay let me get this straight,” your friend mia started, taking a fast swig of her martini. “hongjoong, kim fucking hongjoong, locked eyes with you?”

you knew you must’ve sounded crazy when you told her, but you saw what you saw. “yeah, I know. sounds stupid, right?” you ran a hand through your hair as you sighed, and you couldn’t believe your own words.

you’d been waiting months to go to one of their concerts, let alone be close enough to the stage to be able to breath the same air as them. and to have one of the members actually acknowledge you existed had over the moon.

you can still feel the way heat crept onto your cheeks when he bit his lip, your eyes wide when he winked your way. it felt like the whole world stopped for a moment, surreal, almost. you hated how easily he got to you, too, like he knew just a smirk or a smile would make you a mess.

and it was right. because as soon as you left the venue, your legs feeling like jello as you ran to the restroom, your lace underwear was a mess that only proved how sensitive you could be.

and that only made you wonder if the small exchange you two shared made hongjoong feel the same way.

but all your thoughts and curiosities stopped when you the hotel door slid open and revealed the man you were just thinking about, his two friends and many people with cameras trailing behind him.

“is it true you have a new solo song coming up in the next week?!” one reporter shouted towards mingi. “are you three planning to split up soon like the rumors have stated?!” san huffed as he pulled his hoodie over his face, pushing hongjoong and the taller boy forward and near some stools at the bar.

they were all relieved when security came out of the elevator and blocked the rest of the paparazzi outside the building, preventing any more unwanted people from coming in.

“I love performing, but trying to go home and sleep can be so fucking tiring.” hongjoong said, running his hand through his messy dark blue hair. san and mingi nodded, and they waved over a bar tender to order a round of beers.

“tell me about it, they just always act like they’re about to attack us or some shit,” mingi huffed, “I’m so exhausted.” it was normal for mingi to get tired and anxious after a long day, but san and hongjoong knew it would be best if he went up and slept as soon as he could.

it had been hard for the younger one ever since he’d needed a break due to anxiety, so they were careful nowadays not to push him to his limit. they cared for each other, and seeing one of their own feeling down was never a good sight. “you should go up to your room, mingi.”

san hummed, agreeing with hongjoong as he took a sip of his beer. “yeah, we’ll check up on you later.”

mingi new better than to argue with them, so he stood up and fixed his leather jacket, telling him he’d order room service and then go to sleep. “see you guys later then.”

your eyes fixed themselves on mingi as he took the elevator up, hands shaky and clammy as you realized who the two guys in front of you were. “mia, you s-see them too, right?”

her mouth was open wide when you looked over to her, and you could tell she was speechless. you tried to regain your compose and took a sip of your drink, trying everything to try and get your senses back.

she saw what you were doing and played along, realizing you wanted nothing more than to crawl up in a ball and scream into a pillow. “so.. how’s school?”

you two bursted out laughing at her words, but your knee hit the counter and both san and hongjoong looked up at you. san looked away when he saw you were okay, but hongjoong’s gaze didn’t leave yours after he recognized you as the girl from the concert.

“shit, he’s looking at you, y/n.” you focused your eyes on the glass in front of you, toying with the hem of your shirt as you let out a shaky breath. “shut up or they’ll hear us-”

“oh, you’re the girl from the concert, right?”

—

you didn’t even know how you were in this position, his lips smashed against yours in a hot and steamy kiss as you ground your bodies into each other. but you were.

so for now, the only thing on your mind was how his hand felt between your thighs, thumb brushing over your clit and making your legs want to give out soon.

your back arched against the door when you felt his lips ghost over your collarbone, and you could feel his lip piercing against your skin as it burned. “ngh, hongjoong,”

your clothes had been discarded long ago, only your white lace that was now soaked through on, and hongjoong still had his black ripped jeans on along with his white t-shirt. he moved you to sit on his bed, “lay back for me princess, I wanna make you feel good.”

you did as he told, sitting up on your elbows so you could watch him. his tongue swept up and down your left thigh as his fingers toyed with you over your panties., “please, just do something already..”

he smirked and gave a sharp squeeze to your other thigh, “patience, baby.” you felt him drag his lips up your body, taking his time to place wet kisses across your stomach and over your hip bones. “I bet you taste amazing.”

you groaned at his words, pulling him up to you by the nape of his neck and you crashed your lips together. he swiped his tongue over yours, groaning into your mouth as he did so. “then taste me.”

you didn’t have to say it again, and he trailed his way down your body while his fingers pulled your underwear down your legs, tossing them on the floor. you watched as he spread your legs wide for him, and you could’ve come right them and there just from the sight of his head in between your thighs.

“so pretty,” his arms wrapped around you, nails digging into the skin of your waist. his eyes didn’t leave yours when he licked a long stripe up your pussy, taking his time to swirl his tongue around your clit before sucking it into his mouth.

you couldn’t help it as you reached down to grip his hair, and he moaned into you when he felt his scalp burn as you tugged. “fuck, you feel so good joongie.”

all his fans called him by that nickname, so he’s not exactly sure why it felt different when you said it. it came out like a whine, and he felt his boxers get tighter and tighter with each passing second. “tell me how much you want me, y/n.”

“I want you so bad,” you whispered into his ear after he crawled his way back up your body. “I want you to fuck me until I’m screaming your name.”

he tugged his underwear down and slid them off, placing lingering kisses on your neck as he teased you with the tip of his cock. “you want me, princess? want me to have my way with you, make you come over and over again,” his breath fanned your ear, “make your cum mess up the sheets while I keep you quiet with my hand around your throat?”

you couldn’t help the borderline pornographic moan that slipped past your lips at his words, or the way your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. he placed an open mouthed kiss on your lips, shaking his head lightly before pulling away from your body. “nah ah, baby. I wanna slap that pretty ass you have while I fuck you,” without warning, he pulled you to the edge of the bed and flipped you over, pushing his hand on the small of your back. “good girl.”

your nails scratched at the fabric beneath you, pushing your ass out and groaning when he spread your legs apart. he grabbed himself and dragged his cock up and down your pussy, and he swore he’d never been harder.

you couldn’t believe this was happening right now. one of your favorite artists is about to fuck you dumb, and all because you both so happened to stay at the same hotel for one night.

“you’re so wet, y/n. fucking soaking for me.” he leaned down to bite your ear before pushing himself in you with one single thrust. he didn’t move, and you assumed he wanted to give you time to adjust. “beg for it, baby.” and only if it was that easy.

the way you screamed for him to fuck you, and all while his hand was secured tightly around your throat.

the way your brain was starting to get fuzzy, only thoughts of how good he felt inside of you present.

the way he would land a harsh slap to your ass if you tried to muffle your moans.

the way he would groan or hiss whenever you clenched tightly around his cock.

it was all too fucking much

but you completely lost all your senses when he pushed down on the small of your back while he fucked into you, and you swore you could feel him in places you didn’t even know existed. “r-right there, fuck!”

he was panting, and in that moment he knew this wouldn’t be a one time thing. it felt different, almost too good to give up. he knew you were his new drug, and rehab would be a bitch if he wanted to quit.

his hand squeezed one last time, halting the breath you were ready to take. you felt your nails tear the bed sheets below you as you came, and you could feel his cum fill you up as it spilled out and onto the cloth under you.

after he pulled out, he kissed up your back and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’ll go get the bath ready.”

and that’s when you knew, he was way more than just some boy in a band.

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katberk · 3 years

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can u do headcannons like the deaf reader for mcyts but instead do a mute reader maybe?

🌸Headcannons for a Mute Reader🌸

💚Dream💚

💚Dream is a loud man

💚If you ever tug on his sleeve he would instantly ask what’s wrong

💚In the deaf reader headcannon I said that he would think sign language was fun, so it’s fun to him (He likes to sign because it’s just easier for him)

💚You and Dream are like peanut butter and jelly

💚He would love to hear your voice one day

💚He would kiss your neck and jaw a lot

💚Kinda sad that he can’t hear your voice, but he doesn’t care about it that much

💚’Talking’ with his friends would be weird

💚He would try his best to help you everyday with speech if you’re ready

💚Hugs you whenever you cry about ‘who you are’

💚”Hey, Y/N... it’s okay! Being mute isn’t your fault. It was your choice/you couldn’t stop it...”

💚He would comfort you and just try to have a good time with you

💚Seeing you smile with that little sparkle in your eye makes his day/heart flutter in glee

💚Signing with you kinda comforts him

💚”I love you’s” always said, even if you don’t say it back he still loves the effort

💙GeorgeNotFound💙

💙Being mute doesn’t bother him

💙He feels bad that you both can’t have vocal conversations, but you guys work it out

💙Like I said before his sign language is really good

💙If you get into a fight then sometimes he gets mad that you don’t respond because he forgets that your mute

💙Apologies x100

💙Being mute is a struggle, but you both work through it actually really well

💙He likes to give you quick pecks on the lips kinda hoping for a squeak

💙It’s kinda like the deaf headcannons, but you can hear his voice

💙Relaxing days with cups of tea

💙I mean like he doesn’t have to sign, but he kinda just like/wants too

💙Petty arguments

💙”What you want for dinner?”

💙’Pasta’

💙”We had that yesterday night!”

💙’Me wants pasta George! ME WANTS PASTA!’

♥️Sapnap♥️

♥️This man would be sad

♥️He would want to hear your voice so badly!

♥️Even so, he loves you

♥️Shows you off to all of his friends

♥️”Yeah, that’s Y/N, aren’t they cute?!”

♥️”Sapnap... stop showing else pictures of your s/o”

♥️”You’re just jealous that my s/o is a walking legend.”

♥️Complements

♥️Is it just me or do you believe that Sapnap would tell you to open your mouth because he wants to see if there’s a change in your throat

♥️He’s to wholesome for you

♥️Being mute wouldn’t change the hug of death

♥️Purring cats and adorable boyfriend... if you could talk you would scream “CHECK!”

♥️He doesn’t bring your muteness up, he finds it normal

♥️Kisses on your throat...(In your throat! NOOOO)

♥️Screaming Sapnap is a hyped up Sapnap, and he wants you to be excited with him

❣️BadBoyHalo❣️

❣️SO CUTE

❣️He would translate to whoever you’re talking to

❣️Isn’t bothered

❣️Lucy would be an your kid

❣️Sleepy times would just be him talking about his day and then waiting for you to explain yours

❣️His sign is REALLY good

❣️Do you need hug after long day? BBH is your man

❣️Whenever you’re watching a movie there would be no talking what so ever unless BBH really loves it

❣️I can imagine you waking up because kisses were being placed all over your face

❣️He would probably have a whole stream dedicated to sign language

❣️”Tell us what you guys want to learn in sign!”

❣️’You wanna learn how to say muffin?!’

❣️His gasp was so LOUD

❣️Pillows, blankets, Rat, and Disney movies

❣️”I love you’s”

🦊Fundy🦊

🦊Fundy is a soft man

🦊His voice would be soft to the touch

🦊Cuddles and snuggles

🦊You can’t tell me that Fundy would kiss your cheeks to try and make you go red

🦊He would protect you with his life

🦊He would feel honored if you tell him why/how you became mute

🦊During stream he would let you play while he reads off the donations

🦊”Lime-a-bean says that they like your cloths”

🦊’Thanks Lime-a-bean!’

🦊Your eyes would be sparkling!

🦊That makes him die of cuteness

🦊You would have a quiet gaming date

🦊He would build you a little house with signs that have encouragement

🦊”You’re my mute little bunny”

🦊and then.... ‘MAHU’

🌼Wilbur Soot🌼

🌼Singing to you

🌼When he wants to ‘talk’ to you, he usually clings to you

🌼You would be able to hear him play his guitar so that always makes him happy

🌼If you choose to be mute then he would help you everyday to become comfortable

🌼He’ll understand if you don’t want to talk though

🌼Tommy would annoy you both so much that Wilbur started to laugh

🌼’.... I wanna chuck him out the window!’

🌼”Watch out Tommy, you might be chucked out the window soon!”

🌼Bright red in the face

🌼He loves to kiss the top of your head

🌼To help you go to sleep he would hum to you

🌼You would squeak to hum back

🌼Killing you with love, and screaming for you to come into his office/studio

🌼”Y/N! Chat wants to see you!”

🌼’You just want cuddles...’

💜Quackity💜

💜He’s sad that he can’t teach you to speak Spanish

💜Whenever he’s streaming he would switch to autotune whenever he’s talking to you

💜”Y/N wHy Do YoU WaNt Me To LeAvE?!”

💜’I was trying to sleep Alex...’

💜Don’t tell me that he wouldn’t

💜You would sometimes complain to Karl

💜’He wakes me up in autotune’

💜”Well, I mean it is Alex”

💜’He calls me at 2am and speaks in autotune!’

💜”Okay, that’s kinda different”

💜’Then he tells me to so animal noises!’

💜”I mean like you can’t stop him”

💜’I duck taped his mouth, he’s doing a stream now’

💜Karl would go on his phone and click on the video

💜’Now he knows what it’s like...’

🌸Tommyinnit🌸

🌸SPEED RUNNING SIGN

🌸He would really like to hear your voice

🌸Surprise attacks making you jump and let out little noises

🌸Enjoying Diet Coke together

🌸Tickling you

🌸”I just wanna hear a noise!”

🌸’No! Stop!’

🌸I can see him bragging about how strong you are

🌸”Even if they're mute they fight like a champ!”

🌸”Tommy, as much as I love Y/N, I don’t wanna keep on listening about them right now!”

🌸”You’re just jealous that this big strong man could land sometime Wilbur!”

🌸Wilbur would leave the call and complain to you

🌸’Tell your boyfriend to shut up please

🌸’If I do he’ll just tackle me to the ground!’

🌸’To bad Y/N! It's either you getting tackled or thrown out a window!’

🐝Tubbo🐝

🐝Loves you for you

🐝He’s so kind and understanding

🐝When he’s around everyone else he would be kinda quiet and self reserved

🐝When he’s around you he’s super out there and ready to take action even if he’s nervous

🐝Force me to not believe that he would ask you to try and do a bee noise

🐝”C-can you do a bee noise?!”

🐝”hmm...bzzz...hm”

🐝He would faint

🐝Snuggles into your side for safety

🐝He would ask for you to try and hum to him

🐝He would sing Disney songs to you and then listen to you hum after him

🐝He doesn’t care that you’re mute, but it’s definitely harder

🐝Fights are very rare

🐝If you do fight, it’ll be petty arguments like George

🐝Help me because he’s too adorable

🌸Sorry if this was short, I was planning on doing 20 each

🌸I just couldn’t do it, but hopefully you like this! It took me time because it was pretty hard for me to think about new ideas.

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beann-e · 3 years

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hi I was on u-tube and saw a bakugou playlist for when he can’t sleep and I thought well , since I just hit 200 followers ( tysm;3 I love everyone who even took the time out of their day to press follow ) why not bring them this idea of y/n not being able to sleep & bakubabe lending his beautifully different services

also abt the sero line I have in here— I personally think it’d be cool if he just learned Spanish because, he has an interest in other cultures and languages but I don’t really see him being actually hispanic

also I really like writing baku bc he’s so rough with everything he says & I kin him so he’s the easiest so, I hope no one thinks I write him too much

Reader with bad mental health & bakugou lends a hand in his own way

No one cares and no one ever asks. Or at least that’s how you felt while standing here in your last period class your hands balled up in fist tightly held at your chest

Your head was pounding and body was aching you couldn’t describe why you were feeling so horrible all of a sudden but

you just were

maybe it was from all the nights you couldn’t fall aleep due to overthinking

maybe it was the way you got stuck on your phone or even your head dropped low eyes trailing over words in a book just trying to find something to take your mind off the fact that you were struggling

whatever the case was

right now in this last period class this wasn’t helping

“ look shitty woman “ you heard the boy huff “ I want to get a good score on this paired project and right now your fucking this up for me “

his anger was visibly present even if his voice was low to where only you could hear the annoyance that sat in it had everyone looking around for the culprit of the sudden change in the air

“ and I don’t like fuckups so get whatever you have going on together and let’s do this —ok? “

you shook your head and let out a soft ‘ok ‘

the fight ending quickly with bakugou staring down on you his hands on his knees face made up in anger “ you keep finding a way to fuck with me “

“ I didn’t even do anything to you “ your voice was soft and tired

his eyes squinting before sighing

“ I didn’t do anything to anyone “

“ cut this shit out right now “ he pulled you up off the ground hands in fists gripping at your shirt standing you up with his muscles alone “ get to your room — sleep off whatever the fucks going on with you “

His eyes dead set on you as you walked off everyone from the class watching as you failed to gain the strength to open the big doors that led you to your shared dorms

“ sero plea— “

“ got it hermosa “

“ really dude “

“ look it’s hot — and just cause we’re in japan doesn’t mean I can’t show off my online spanish lessons “

“ whatever “ denkis voice whined as he shook his head holding the other door open for you “ gonna get some sleep y/n ? “

you ignored the two boys head hung low as you walked to your room door

the strength appearing in your body as you opened it but, quickly dispersing when you found your bed.

Your face hitting your favorite pillow hand coming up to cradle underneath it as you sat on your knees butt high in the air tears coming out pouring into your blankets “ I won’t show — I won’t show it — I won’t get bad again “ you repeated like a chant

The light from outside disappearing as the day grew into night

several footsteps heard departing from your door when you didn’t answer the knocks . Their low calls of dinner was done , lunch was in the microwave , that you’d missed movie time , that you missed denkis attempt of asking jirou out , and todorokis miss understood question of what ‘ cuddles ‘ were when denki offered her his body to do so

“ and you assholes didn’t just think to open the door? ”

your bedroom door swinging open in a crash as the knob hit the wall behind it creating a hole

“ fucking assholes bothering me with this shit “

“ we didn’t even call you out of your room “

“ you came over to her room on your ow— “

bakugous hand moved swiftly to slam the door in their faces

“ bakubro we’ve been trying to get in there all day and your just—“

“ gonna close the door on us “ denki finished in annoyance “ seriously I just know y/n needs my charm right now “

he pouted behind the door “ it always cheers her up and I like her lau— “

“ didn’t ask to hear your fucking crush story charger base “

“ ass — kiri let’s go “

“ so no sleepy boob pics?“

bakugou stiffened hearing the purples freaks voice

“ so I came with you guys because you said she was sad and usually when girls are sad they don’t dres— “

bakugous voice was guttural as he put his forehead to the door voice loud enough for the boy to hear

“ hey — hey purple nurple “

“ I-uh — yes bakugou “

“ come here “ he could hear the small shuffle of feet to the door as he smirked softly

“ put your tiny head to the door — actually press your whole body up to the door —all the way “

“ are you trying to help me get one of y/n’s bras god —- of all people to help I never thought it’d be bakugo—“

“ hey just shh ok — you don’t want to ruin it right and make her wake up right “ he groaned inside his mind

“ she’s slept this long and through all of this— I can’t get you her bra if your loud right purple zit “

“ so so smart “

“ ok so here it is “

the room grew silent as bakugou pressed his palm as low as he could placing it on the door away from his standing body breathing in to suppress his anger so , he didn’t let out a major blast due to his mood

sighing before he felt his hand grow sweaty tiny pops coming out

“ hey bakugou —is my princess ok ? sounds like popcorn in there are her tit—“

it was quick as the door had a hole in it the newly created circle having black burn scratches on it as mineta laid burnt on the floor once purple body now black and smoke wafting off it

Bakugou squatting as he put his left hand above the hole to steady himself and his right one reaching out through it as he grimaced in pain at the stretch his fingers finally wrapping around minetas short body fingers interlocking around his neck as he looked through the new hole in the door eyes piercing into the boy he held

his voice low and dominating “ you ever come back to her room on some creep shit — and I blow your fucking brains out do you hear me “

“ y-yes sir “ mineta let out dazed “ I will stick to yao-“

“ that goes for all the girls you hear me — guys included I know your a little pervy fuck you can’t get your hands on girls underwear you’ll move on to dekus shitty tidy whities”

mineta was silent as bakugou threw him back on the floor watching as he crawled off

his body relaxing as he shook his mind burning.

head in his hands before wiping his face in exhaustion and standing up and turning to you when he felt the air in the room shift , his hands out in jazz hands and a fake smile on his face.

“ ta da “ he was met with your sitting body your pillow covering him from seeing you .

your face dropping in shock moving from his tall figure that stood inching over to the now huge hole that he was trying to hide from you

“ k-katsuki “

“ I told you about that “

“ s-sorry “

“ again I told you about that shit “ his gaze was hard on you

“ do it again and i’ll tell shitty hair to harden in the next hug he gives you — since you and that crappy puppy boy are always touching “ he mumbled

“ bakugou why are you — why does my door have a hole in it “

“ don’t worry about it “

“ h- w-how can I not worry about it my doors black“ you screamed in confusion “ it used to be brown bakugou “

“ bakugou it used to be this — bakugou — katsuki oh my gosh i’m sorry — god do you ever shut the fuck up and just be thankful “ he mocked you soon converting back to his anger ridden voice

“ and whats with this pillow take it away from you — I wanna see your fucked up face “

you sighed bringing the pillow from in front of your head his eyes having a look run through them that you couldn’t figure out but you knew it had something to do with how puffy your eyes felt . Even if they weren’t puffy or couldn’t get puffy you’d never known for a fact because it still felt like they were .

You two stared at each other as the silence grew louder him shoving his hands in his pocket before taking out the packet of pills he’d gotten for you shaking them to show you it wasn’t a weapon like Mr.Aizawa thought after finding him returning to school late and shaking him down like a police officer

his hand putting them on your desk

His other one throwing the water he found in the kitchen to your bed “ not throwing you the pills — need you to move around so you gotta come get em‘ “

your face showed no emotion as he nodded understanding the new tense and uncomfortable emotions thats were present “ ... ok — well got a green headed vegetable to go bully so “

you watched as his hands gripped the door swinging it open as you dropped your head eyes moving to the water in front of you “ why can’t I do anything right “

you cried “ why can’t the world — the days — the stars fucking align for me to feel good for once huh “

you felt even more tears prickle your eyes as your voice grew louder “ why can’t I talk to people without having this voice in the back of my mind screaming — raging like its having a party — why can’t I sit in silence without having to stand up every five seconds and move around because my body screams for attention — for movement because i’ve been sitting still for 5 seconds “

you heard the faint click of the door mouth still moving as if he were still there

“ why can’t I speak what I feel when people ask me“ you laughed shortly “ not like they do — because they can’t tell I just mask so well “

you let your face start to feel heavy and tense as you continued your crying rant into the empty room “ and most importantly why was I so bad at everything “ your eyebrows furrowed

“ why am I so bad at today ? “

“ just a day really ? “ you heard the taller males voice came out questioning

“ just today that’s what your worried about “

“ well I “

“ tch “ he shook his head before turning to face away from you his face dropping into a look he didn’t want you to see.

“ I-i’m sor— “ you knew he didn’t like you saying sorry or even using his first name you two had established that when he finally accepted your friendship or in his words

‘ you can hang around —like shitty hair but one sniff of blabber mouth and your gone ‘

“ I didn’t mean to spill to you I just — I — you can go —no one gives a shit anyways “

“ I will “

your body grew sad at his quick response

“ tell me what your most upset about “

your answer came quick as you let your brain take over “ I wake up in the middle of the night and can never fall back asleep when I do “

he moved to your door for a second time opening it to leave before pausing for a second speaking something to where you couldn’t hear much less make out

“ just knock “

he shook his head before closing the door softly to rival his usual mood.

Your body shaking when you finally realized you’d spilled out your mental thoughts to bakugou letting your body calm down before you grabbed the pills and silently thanked your friend before feeling yourself at some time finally fall asleep

It’s been days since you last felt that horrible it never stopped but you were able to hide it even more and live out your life the happiest you could

until one night you found you beating yourself up surprisingly not in real life but in your dreams

a loud gasp leaving your mouth as you sat up calming down only to bring your knees to your chest arms wrapped around them in a hug

your back moving to the wall to feel comforted after only feeling your cold hands and body wrapped around yourself

“ what I would give to have something warm “

‘warm ‘

your mind raced to bakugou trying to push the thoughts out your mind of him actually being a caring boyfriend who could help you like he did nights ago with bringing you medicine, a boyfriend who would let you snuggle into him and take all his warmt—

stop the track cause that song will never play you thought as you started to think about him again face made up in determination and focus as you tried to remember what he said that night feeling stupid when you finally remembered your quirk

the quirk that brought you pain and contributed to your mental health

your quirk allowed you to take pictures of everyone’s last moments you’d spent together with your thoughts

it was good in some aspects like right now when you could finally remember where sato helped you hide your candy bars from yourself so you wouldn’t indulge in them 2weeks ago

at the same time you can see your problem with it when the last moment you had of your mother was her kissing you goodbye before shapeshifting into a fire extinguisher and landing in your fathers hands as he screamed at you to run out of your home and get more help the last image you seeing of your father was him spraying the fire extinguisher all over the stove in hopes to calm it down before it spread but he couldn’t

it didn’t help when the pictures replayed in your mind like video home movies that you didn’t want to watch

whenever your quirk was used everything spun in your head like a movie reel the downside was it made you watch every single picture you’d taken until you found the one you were looking for

it didn’t take long before you finished your mom and dads memory and got to bakugous last moment you two spent together

you zooming in reading his lips turning up the volume on the moment as he spoke “just knock “

“ just knock ? “ you sat confused in your spot on the bed shaking off your quirk taking as long as needed to process his words only to be even more confused and just knocking on the wall twice between your two shared dorm rooms.

You never paid much attention to him being your neighbor it’s not like you needed him for anything so right now you were a bit curious in why he reminded you that you two shared walls

Eyes closing while you waited for whatever was supposed to happen

“ guess he didn’t mean it like th—“

your body softened when you heard music fill his room and overflow into yours

You heard the drums kick in as the lyrics played muffled through your wall

‘I listened to the cure

I listened to the cure

and then I cried ‘

your eyes widened before you felt your body relax against the wall eyebrows made up in content

eyes watering when you heard your two soft knocks returned on the wall behind you

you let your body go tenseness leaving as the song played moving to grab your phone with shaky hands seeing his name light up on your screen

Godzilla wannab

‘ no one gives a shit about your life right ? ‘

you cried even harder when you saw the message fit the song perfectly the words you spoke a couple days ago as if your were singing the lyrics

you looked around your room before falling on the dent he left in your wall grabbing your phone and zooming in on it to take a picture and sending it to him

Godzilla wannab

sorry your room was just so ass you needed some redecorating be thankful people tend to cry when I redecorate—just ask deku

you laughed as you seen him prepare to send a new message your heart swelling when you read it

Godzilla wannab

look this is gonna sound sus as fuck but

you bit your lip at the new message

‘ if you can’t sleep come over — your rooms cold as fuck and I know that pillow your hugging’s not doing shit ‘

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dizzydancingdreamer · 4 years

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“So that’s how you want to play this, love?" | The Mikaelson Boys

Hey My Lovelies! I hope all is well today! I received a request ages ago from @activist-af to do something like this, as you will read below. I honestly aimed to fit the movie night theme in there but it was swallowed up pretty fast! I only meant for this fic to be 3000 or so words but, as it always seems to do, it got away from me.I truly hope that you enjoy this, you've given me an unwavering amount of support these past few months while I was battling a major bout of depression and writers block. I can't repay all the kindness and love you've given me but I hope this is a start! Much love darling! And much love to all of you lovelies! Please have a fantastic evening for me! <3

Please read before continuing: I usually wouldn't write this much before my story but I wanted to add this: this story is my first full blown smut. I'm honestly not sure how well it will go over but I tried to make it as loving and healing as I could. I take my writing very seriously. I know sex for many is a touchy subject, and that truly pains me. I sincerely hope every single one of you reading this feels all the love and saftey I tried to incorporate into this peace. I wish you an eternity of love and healing. Be safe my loves!

Request: "Could u do a mikaelson boys x reader? Any plot really, but I’d very much love it if it was a bit more Kol focused. there’s just such a lack of content for all three of them and I love your writing so much. If u need any plot point ideas maybe a movie night kinda thing? I really hold him a bit higher than the other boys. Or something similar to the fic with the Klaus + Eli being injured? Fluffy ending please, smut is fantastic too 🖤"

Description: Y/n is upset that the boys won't let her come on their mission with them, feeling isolated and useless. Kol is supposed to stay behind and watch out for her however things get heated after she tells him off.

Pairing: The Mikaelson Boys x Fem!Reader, mainly Kol and Elijah

Warnings: THIS IS AN 18+ ONLY FIC!!! This is a full blown smut, I honestly do not know how it happened, probably 4000/5000 words are pure sex scenes, also there's a bit of fighting/angst at the beginning of the first scene but it doesn't last

Word count: 5343 (I'm so sorry)

Tags: ANGST, SMUT (full on), FLUFF

(Pics aren't mine but the moodboard is :) )

“I really don’t see why you guys are leaving me behind, again,” you run an agitated hand through your hair, huffing indignantly at the two boys in front of you.

Yes, boys. Not men. If they aren't going to treat you like the full grown woman you are then no way in hell are you going to give them any validation either. Even in your head.

“It’s too dangerous,” Elijah’s chocolate eyes are stern, his hands clenching at his sides, “I can’t risk the witches doing anything to you as a way to get to us. You’re too important.”

Your chest warms slightly at his words but it isn’t enough to break down your resolve. Three hundred years under your belt; they’re going to need to do better than that if they want to keep you away. There are only so many times you can stay away from a fight, only so many times you can watch them come home hurt knowing that if you had gone with them then maybe you could have prevented it. You’re a family and you’re tired of feeling like you aren’t pulling your weight.

You narrow your eyes at the tall boy, still not man, trying to peer through all the red you’re seeing, “I’m not a child, Elijah.”

He stares right back, not backing down, his face cut like marble, unwavering. Beautiful but harsh. Stone. He wears a white shirt, the first button popped and the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His veins are prominent and tempting. Elijah means business. You swallow the lump in your throat, pushing away the heat growing in your stomach.

“Love, trust me, we know you aren't a child. Any other time I would gladly rip you upstairs and prove it. Right now, though, I agree with him. You’re staying here,” Klaus’ softer voice pulls your attention from your staring match with the eldest Mikaelson.

He has a leather jacket on, the material clinging tight to his arms, ready to burst. He’s smiling but it doesn’t reach his crystal eyes. He folds his arms neatly in front of him. He’s not going to budge either.

You scoff at him, shaking your head, “I want to come, Klaus. I need to.”

A new voice joins the three of you in the foyer, “I can make that happen, darling, but you’ve got to stay home with me if you want that.”

You don't even need to turn around to hear the smirk on Kol’s voice but you do anyway, meeting the youngest Mikaelson face to face. He has a grin on his lips, one that, in any other situation, would have you weak in the knees. He has a sweatshirt on and a pair of sleep shorts. He’s on babysitting duty, he doesn’t need anything else. You only roll your eyes at him before facing Elijah once more.

“I’m part of this family, too, you know. It should be my choice,” you have to will your voice not to crack, keeping your tone as low and as steady as you can, “I’m not useless, Elijah, as much as you’d obviously disagree.”

You rub your hands over your bare arms, fending off a sudden chill. You feel like there’s ice coursing through your veins. A traitorous tear tracks down your cheek but you make no move to get it. Elijah’s hardened face softens when he notices.

“Baby, come on,” he reaches to grab you but you step back, not allowing him to touch you.

He can’t do that, make the decisions for you. Maybe if you were still human it would be called for but now it’s not. Sure, you aren't a millennium like they are but you’re not a piece of glass either. You’re strong, whether they want to acknowledge it or not.

“Don’t, Elijah,” you back away further, your cheeks drenched but your eyes fierce, “I’ll see you guys in a few days. Be safe.”

You turn and walk away, ignoring all three brothers as they call out to you, heading up to your room before any of them decide to follow you. You close the door, not slamming it but not exactly shutting it gently either. You can hear Elijah sigh from the front hall and you know he’s tugging on his hair. Klaus swears, his frustrated voice floating up to your ears. More tears fall but you brush them away angrily, lifting a pillow from your bed and screaming into it. No doubt they can hear it but, right now, you couldn't care less. The front door shuts and your heart plummets.

You sit on the edge of your bed, gripping your dark comforter tightly. Usually you like being the one they take care of. You like being held, how small they make you feel. Right now, though, it’s too much.

A soft knock draws your attention to the door, Kol’s careful voice cutting through the wood, “darling?”

“Leave me alone, Kol,” you try your best to make your words harsh but you only sound tired.

“Not likely, love,” he presses, “you know I can go all night, now it’s up to you what that means.”

Your cheeks flush and, as if he can see you through the door, he chuckles. The sound echos through your chest, stirring the remains of anger and frustration and mixing them with something hot and untamed. You pull the door open, coming face to face with the smirking Mikaelson.

“Sorry you landed with babysitting duty, Kol, but I’ve kept myself alive for three hundred years now and I’m pretty sure I can handle two more days on my own. Why don’t you go help Elijah and Klaus, yeah? Seeing as you are the only three who can actually do any good. I’m clearly not strong enough to do anything so I’ll just sit here and look pretty and do absolutely nothing at all because I’m useless. Okay?”

With that you close the door in his face. Well, you try to but he wedges his body in the way so you can’t shut him out. Whatever smile had previously been on his face is long gone and in its place sits a deep frown. His brown eyes ice over slightly and he stands taller than he did mere seconds ago. You can feel a switch in the atmosphere and suddenly you’re face to face. You honestly can’t tell which one of you is more pissed off.

“So that’s how you want to play this, love,” he pushes closer to you, “you want to get angry, yeah? Alright darling, I can do that.”

You open your mouth to protest but before any profanities can fly out his lips are on yours, fierce and strong. He uses his foot to kick the door closed, slamming it into place. It’s done merely for effect. No one is home but the two of you. He spins you around aggressively, pushing you roughly against the hardwood. His teeth sink into your bottom lip, no doubt drawing blood. As if on cue a copper taste fills your mouth, drowning your senses in red. This time, though, the anger is mixed with a wicked kind of lust.

Your hands find his hair without your permission, tugging harshly at the roots. He groans into your mouth, a sound that makes you want to slap him across the face and wrap your legs around him all the same. His hand snakes around your waist, squeezing your hip with a fervour that will no doubt leave bruises that will take longer than usual to heal. He pushes against you, every single part of him rock hard.

“God fucking damnit, Kol,” his lips find your throat with painful ease, sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth in a way thats just this side of painful over pleasurable.

Right now, though, you crave every bit of pain that Kol lays on you. In a sick way you’re proving that you can take it. That you’re strong enough to do the things that they do. Another flash of red floods your vision when you think of the other two Mikaelson's who refused to let you help. You drag one of your hands down Kol’s back, scratching hard enough for him hiss against your neck.

He jerks away from you quickly, only long enough to rip the sweatshirt over his head before he attacks your neck again. He sinks his teeth in at the same moment he rips your tank top in half, lulling you into that sweet mixture of pleasure and pain, hate and lust once more. His shoulders are deliciously toned under your searching fingers and this time when you drag your nails down his back you know you draw blood. Serves him right anyway.

“Fuck, baby,” he wraps a hand around both of your wrists, pinning your hands above your head, “that kinda hurt.”

You want to claw the smirk off of his face. Or kiss it. You can’t quite decide. His other hand is slowly sliding up your back, inching towards the clasp of your bra. His eyes burn into yours, the inferno behind them nothing less than intense. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears so loud it’s almost hypnotic when combined with the tantalizing draw of his hand. It lulls you into a false sense of security, your eyelids heavy in anticipation. He stops moving when his fingers are about to undo the hooks.

He pushes his hips closer to yours, locking you between his body and the door. His stomach is hot against yours and cut like marble. Your fingers itch to feel every bump and dip with agonizing intricacy. Every inch of your skin is alight, every hair raised waiting for anything to happen. You can feel every breath he takes as if it’s your own, your covered breasts just barely grazing him with each rise and fall of his chest. It’s delicious torture.

“Before we go any further here, I need to know what you want. Do you want some quick fuck that’s going to leave you more angry when it’s done?” He rolls his hips against yours, sending sparks flying through your body at the first real touch you’ve had tonight, “or do you want me to make love to you like you know I can. And make all these terrible feelings go away. It’s your choice, darling?”

His words tangle and knot in the pit of your stomach, weaving through the white hot hatred that had been building in your stomach until it explodes. They hit you right at the source like missiles aimed with the utmost precision to destroy every bit of anger left in you. Tears prickle at the edge of your vision, your senses overloaded from the sudden loss of your fury. All that’s left in its wake is this gut wrenching feeling of not being good enough. It’s the original problem and he just effortlessly broke through to it.

“I,” you tug your bruised lip between your teeth, if only to keep it still, “make it go away, Kol. Please.”

“That’s all I want to do, darling.”

He releases your wrists, opting instead to haul your body into his arms and slamming his lips against yours once more. You waste no time running your freed fingers down his sculpted chest, admiring the way his muscles tense as he holds you up. You push yourself as close to his body as you can get, wrapping your legs around his taught stomach and clinging on for dear life. He kisses you slowly, as if drawing all the negative energy out of your body with his lips.

He walks the two of you backwards towards your bed, sitting on the edge, leaving you straddling his hips in the most delicious way. You push your hips to bring you closer together, wanting to feel every part of him that you can. He meets every movement with his own energy, wrapping an arm around you back to keep you pressed against him. Your body is warming up once more in his arms.

He pulls his lips from yours reluctantly, his hand snaking back to the clasp on your back, “this needs to go.”

You shiver at the light touch of his fingertips on your spine, arching with the click of the hooks coming undone. He pulls the lace from your chest slowly, his thumbs grazing down your arms, memorizing every inch of skin he can get his hands on. His eyes meet yours again and he drops the fabric on the ground next to your bed. His hands, now resting on your hips, trail fire up your stomach as they trace their way over your ribs.

“Kol, please,” you wrap your arms around his shoulders, reveling in the warmth of his chest so close to your own, “I need you.”

There’s a glint in his eye again but this time you don’t want to slap him. No this time you want him to do heavenly things to every part of you. You want him to take the last remains of this awful feeling and snuff it out with his mouth. His hands finally crest the remainder of your ribcage, his thumbs teasing the underside of your breasts with tantalizingly careful circles. Tears sting your vision again from all the pent up energy inside of you.

“What shall I do, darling,” his thumbs draw along the sides of your breasts, stoking the untameable fire in the pit of your stomach once more, “tell me how you want me to touch you.”

His fingers dance closer to their target, each stroke driving your brain further into it’s Kol induced frenzy. All you can see, all you can hear, all you can smell is the boy in front of you.

“Kol,” his name falls from your lips in a desperate moan, “please just do something, god.”

He chuckles, a sound that flows like honey and wraps around every inch of you like silk. His eyes sear into your own, daring you to break his stare but you don’t. You can’t

“Well I could do this.”

His thumbs roll over your hardened nipples, as if to punctuate his words, and you see stars. You don’t even try to stop the moans that tumble from your lips, turning to clay in his hands. You give him free reign to mould your body in any way he desires, as long as hands never leave your skin. He pinches each bud between his fingers gently, pulling more praises from deep within you. His eyes never leave your face, drinking in each expression with unashamed greed.

“Or maybe I could do this.”

You know what’s coming when he leans forward, It’s quite clear what his intentions are. However, what you aren’t expecting is for the first gentle nip to send you so violently crashing over the edge that you have to squeeze your thighs around him to avoid falling off the bed. He doesn’t stop when you cry out and you don't want him to. Every swirl of his tongue around your nipple sends you spiraling further into the sweet oblivion he’s created just for you. He rocks his hips against yours while his mouth assaults you, pressing the delicious hardness against you while you fall apart.

He detaches his lips from your lips when you start to come down from your high, kissing his way up your sternum, over your collar bone, before settling on your throat.

“So beautiful darling,” he pulls your skin into his mouth as if he didn't just get enough just moments ago, “so damn beautiful.”

You press down on his hard length again, pulling a groan from deep within his chest, “I want all of you, Kol. Please.”

That's all the encouragement he needs to flip the two of you over and lay you on your back. He kneels between your legs, hooking his thumbs in your plaid sleep shorts and pulling them off much faster than he had down with your bra. He’s more than warmed up now, something that excites you to no end. You’re left laying in a pair of black lace panties that match the bra on your floor.

Kol’s eyes go dark at the sight, a growl that hardens your nipples again rumbling through the air. He leans down, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh before pulling the lace off of you once more and adding it to the growing pile of clothes. He kisses the junction of your thigh next, sending electricity rippling through your body. It restarts the heat once more and the familiar wildfire rips through your abdomen. You’re not sure if you’ll be able to stand many more orgasms if each one is to be like the first.

“Please just make love to me, Kol, I need to feel you.”

He lifts his head from your thighs, a sight that you will never grow tired of, and his eyes set ablaze, “I was made for nothing more.”

Your heart flutters rapidly in your chest, a warmth spreading like butter over your bones. He kicks his own shorts and boxers off quickly, moving back up your body to rest between your legs. You drink in the heat radiating off his body, allowing it to soothe the remaining ache leftover from your small throw down. His one hand slips under your head, lacing through your hair gently. The other reaches between you, lining himself up against your opening. The slightest touch of him against you is enough to have you mewling his name already.

He teases you slightly, taking his sweet time before pushing in. The first thrust is pure magic, filling you in the way that only Kol can. Each of you boys feel different. Kol lights every one of your nerves on fire with his slow movements. He makes you feel every deliberate movement. He makes you know that every circle of his hips, every time he joins you together is done to perfection exactly how he intends. Kol makes you aware of your entire body and just how much control he has over it.

He pulls back slowly before thrusting back inside of you hard enough to rock your bed into the wall. You clench around him without warning, pulling your name from his lips with mouthwatering ease and sending small shocks through your lower half.

“Christ, baby,” he rocks his hips deeper into yours, burying himself all the way inside you, “how are you so close again already.”

You giggle quietly from underneath him, wrapping your legs around his hips and rolling your own to meet his thrusts. Your hands glide over his shoulders, soothing the scratches you left earlier. You draw his face to your own, pulling his lips down to graze yours. You want him to feel every word you say.

“Don’t play coy, you know exactly what you’re doing,” the end of your sentence is blurred with unrelenting moans.

His hand grabs your leg, pushing your knee to your chest before pushing you into the mattress with a world altering thrust, “you’re right darling, I just like to hear you say it.”

He closes the gap between your lips with another shattering push, your walls clenching harder than before around him again. You swallow each moan that slips from his mouth and into yours. His nutmeg scent clings to you and you know it will take days to scrub him off of you, not that you want to. You could very well spend the next century wrapped up in Kol in every single way possible.

He picks up the pace, slamming into you with controlled ease. Your hands lace through his hair, keeping him as close to you as possible. Your senses are overwhelmingly heightened, allowing you to feel every damned inch of him. You’re in serious danger of falling apart. The fiery ball in your stomach is at its peak once more. When he pulls your lip between his teeth, and you taste the crimson, it explodes.

This time you don't just see stars, you see the sun and the moon and every planet in the solar system. He continues to move in and out of you, drawing out the intensity of your orgasm as he rides his own out. You cling to him with everything you have, refusing to breathe anything but Kol. Everything in this moment is about him and the way he makes you feel. Nothing else matters anymore. Perhaps nothing even mattered before. All there is, all there has ever been, is this one moment.

When you finally land back on earth, he slowly pulls out of you, giving you one last taste of electricity before drawing you to lay on his chest. Your ears ring from the energy you just exerted at Kol’s mercy, your skin deliciously sticky against his own. You're completely and undeniably spent.

You don’t realize that you’re crying until you go to speak, “Kol.”

You feel the sharp inhale he takes rather than hear it. Before you can blink the fresh wave of tears away he’s flipped you around, laying between your legs again and propped up on his elbows. His face is pure concern, his eyebrows creased together in a way that makes you want to smooth every harsh line away. It makes you cry that much harder.

“Darling, talk to me,” he runs a soothing hand down your thigh, pulling you close to him, “what’s wrong baby?”

The tears pour faster at the gentle tone in his voice, drawing an answer to the surface before you even process what you’re saying, “Do they think I’m useless? Do you?”

Your voice is shattered, all the emotions from today coming together in yet another crescendo. You can hear your blood rushing through your ears, drowning out the sounds around you. It’s probably the reason you miss the footsteps pounding up the stairs. You can feel Kol’s soft caresses but just barely. The only thing registering in your mind is the feeling of being completely and utterly weak. Why do they keep you around if you can’t even hold your own?

“God’s no, never. Not even a little bit,” just as Kol speaks, the door opens.

Well, the door slams open, hitting the wall with a crack that echoes through the large house. Kol isn’t startled. He should be but he doesn’t even flinch at the bang. You, on the other hand, tense underneath him, the pounding in your ears still as intense as before. A woodsy scent flows through the now open doorway, pine mingling with your already nutty skin. The pieces start clicking together, albeit at a slower pace than you like.

You’re almost certain you know who’s in the doorway but you look anyway to make sure, “Elijah.”

His name is a whisper and it gets lost under Elijah's own words, his dark eyes searing into yours, “Kol, do you mind giving us a moment?”

Kol glances down at you, a small smile playing on his lips. You plead with him to stay but this is Kol, he’s your hell-raiser. He places a soft kiss on your forehead before he stands, still completely naked, and walks out of the room.

He pauses on the other side of the door, settling a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “careful brother, she scratches.”

Elijah shuts the door when he leaves, much gentler than he had been when opening. Your boys, always the ones for theatrics. He leans against the frame, folding his arms over his chest. You stand from the bed, trying to meet his height but failing. You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand but it doesn’t do much to clear the droplets. He tracks your every movement with a fire raging behind his chocolate eyes. You’re painfully aware of how much of your skin is on display for him; that is, all of it.

“What,” you pause when your voice cracks, stealing a moment to compose yourself, “what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be off saving the day.”

He pushes off the door, taking a few steps towards you. You can see he's fighting back a lot of primal instincts. He's as affected by your lack of clothes as you are. His eyes shift rapidly between his usual brown and a deeper coal colour. Despite the situation, you can’t help the heat seeping from between your thighs. He stops a few feet in front of you. There’s no way he can’t smell you right now.

“I was needed elsewhere,” his eyes dip down momentarily, his jaw clenching, “by someone infinitely more important.”

You watch him squeeze his fists together, forcing his eyes to remain on yours. The determination in them is unwavering and fierce. He takes another step towards you.

“It seemed important a few hours ago,” you drop your eyes to your feet, breaking his stare.

He grabs your chin, forcing you to keep looking at him and, in turn, igniting your body, “I assure you it was not nearly as important as making sure that you’re ok.”

Your throat tightens, aching with the promise of even more tears. You wish you could just stop. You’re not afraid to cry but usually you can control it. Right now you can’t. Everything has been building, every little insecurity has pooled, and today was the chip in the damn needed to make the whole thing collapse. It’s too much.

“I’m not,” you wrap your arms tight around yourself, gripping your arms with bruising strength to try and hold back the tremors, “ I am not okay Eli. I feel so helpless. Everytime you come home bleeding and exhausted and where am I?” You run a trembling hand through your mussed hair, yanking at the roots, “Here. Always just here, useless, letting you and Klaus and Kol take it all for me. Am I really that weak? That I’m just extra collateral damage to worry about? What is it, Elijah?”

The words pour from you, each one making him flinch like he’s being hit by an invisible enemy. Every syllable is a bullet to his chest. His body tenses further, his eyes no longer holding any trace of their usual warm brown. Instead they're pitch black, the veins under his eyes a deep plum. The veins in his arms pop as well, his fists iron tight. He curses under his breath when you finish. His voice is gravelly and scrapes the deepest pit of your soul.

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opens them again, whatever resolve he had been clinging to snaps. He pulls you towards him, wrapping his strong hands around your hips and lifting you against him, giving you a second to wrap your bare legs around his clothed hips.

“Elijah, what are you doing?” You cling to his chest, trying to avoid tumbling out of his arms when he begins walking you towards your bed once more.

He doesn't answer your question, laying you down against your ruffled comforter, “You aren’t collateral damage, baby.”

His voice is the lowest you’ve ever heard it, emanating from somewhere deep inside him. He opens the first few buttons of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head before making it even halfway down his chest. He drops it, much like he Kol had not long before, next to your bed. Kicking off his shoes, he kneels on the bed, coming to rest between your thighs. The heat emanating from you is now a furnace and it in no way goes unnoticed by him. His dark eyes swim across your naked body, drinking in every inch.

“Eli-” whatever you’re going to say is obliterated when he leans down and attaches his lips to the crook of your thigh, dangerously close to being exactly where you need him.

“You aren't weak,” he moves to your other thigh, nipping at the delicate skin and pulling unintelligible murmurs from your throat.

He kisses his way to your center, the anticipation growing like a knot in your stomach, begging to be unraveled once more. Even in the midst of falling apart you can’t get enough of these men. He lays a soft kiss against you, offering you the slightest glimpse of what you know his mouth can do. In the exact same way you had with Kol earlier, every part of you craves Elijah.

Your body arches willingly to meet the first swipe of his tongue, his name falling from your lips like a praise, “you aren't a burden to me, you beautiful creature.”

You cry out as he works his mouth expertly against you, his words humming ecstasy into your skin, melting away any trace of doubt in your mind. His arms wrap around your thighs, bringing you as close to his face as he can get you. The sight of him completely engulfed in your heat is almost enough alone to send you tumbling right there and then over the edge.

“You mean more to me than anything else on this fucking earth,” his dark eyes meet yours as he works you dangerously close to breaking before letting up once more, “and if I have to spend every hour for the next hundred years worshipping you to prove it then consider it done.”

He lowers his mouth against you harder, sucking your electrified warmth with renewed vigour. Your hands seek out his hair, tugging him against you and raising your hips to meet every pass of his tongue. The smell of pine trees and sex envelope you, brining you the closest yet to the kind of high only Elijah can draw from you. In this moment you’re nothing more than entirely his.

“I cannot lose you, baby,” he slips a few of his fingers inside you, “please let me protect you. I need to. Please.”

He curls his fingers just as the last syllable rolls off his tongue and into your core, shattering you into a million tiny pieces. Your hands fist his hair as your body clenches around his hand, pulling a delectable groan from his lips. Your third orgasm almost puts you to sleep on the spot, each of your muscles completely exhausted. Elijah watches you come undone the entire way through, nothing less than reverent awe locked on his face.

He wastes no time pulling your spent body into his arms, wrapping you as close to him as he can manage. You bury yourself against his neck, admiring how even the most unassuming parts of him have an undue amount of strength. He truly is your warrior.

“Eli,” you yawn into his chest, basking in the warmth of his skin, “I can protect myself.”

He tightens his arms around you, “I know you can, baby, but you shouldn't need to. I’ve been searching my entire life for a meaning. A thousand years of trying to be honorable. Then I found you and, all of a sudden, it all makes sense. All the searching and fighting and pain finally has a purpose: to protect you. Let me take it for you. Please.”

You’re speechless, there isn’t anything else to it. His words hit you with immense power, sinking into your skin and settling around your bones. You’re his, all of theirs, to watch over. You really didn't know he felt this strongly. You’ve always had to defend yourself. Perhaps you just aren't used to someone else being so willing to take on that task. Someone begging to take it.

He stands suddenly, with you still in his arms, and walks out of your room, starting down the hall. The faintest sound of rushing water fills your ears, lulling you into a welcome daze.

“Where are we going, Eli?” You have yet to open your eyes, stuck in the soft between being awake and falling asleep.

He kisses your forehead, resting his head on yours, “Niklaus said he wanted to take a bath, my love.”

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Poor Baby

Idol: Blackpink

Anon: Hey~ Um I was just wondering if u were taking requests right now? If so I was wondering if u could do a platonic reader x blackpink. Like a 5th member. And she gets scared after watching a movie and is to embarrassed to tell them until she can’t sleep anymore and breaks her silence? If not that’s obviously fine haha ✨😅😌✨

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“I don’t get why we’re watching this when Jennie unnie obviously won’t get any sleep.” You muttered while wrapping your blanket around yourself and popping some candy into your mouth. Lisa lightly pushed your leg so she could sit next to you and you comply, snuggling into her side for warmth as she happily wrapped her arms around you.

Meanwhile, Jennie had to roll her eyes at your claim before tossing a pillow at your face. “Shut up. Lisa picked the movie and we all agreed to watch before she even said anything.” The older woman grumbled and you blew her a kiss to ease her annoyance, only to earn a pout instead.

“If you’re going to make me sit through this, at least cuddle with me and not her.” She whined, making you groan as you were being forced to move from your comfortable position.

Chaeyoung giggled at the three of you before she plopped herself next to the maknae and gave you a tiny push. “Come on, Y/n unnie. You know she won’t leave you alone if you don’t do what she says.” The blonde reminds, making you groan louder before rolling off the couch and walking over to the expectant rapper who already had her arms outstretched for you.

Lisa whined, both at you leaving and for taking the blanket with you before Jisoo came back with another blanket, tossing it at the pair while she took the beanbag, finding more comfort there whilst Jennie nuzzled her cheek against yours.

“Don’t look so glum, angel. At least you have me.” Jennie tells you and you roll your eyes playfully. “That’s exactly why I dislike the arrangement. You’re going to turn me deaf with all the screaming you’re going to do.” With a scoff, the older woman pinched your cheek while Jisoo laughed at your protests.

“Oh, Y/n, you never learn. Just because she calls you angel, doesn’t mean you are one.” The eldest teases when you’re finally released and allowed to tend to your poor cheek. “That’s just mean.” You whimpered pathetically, earning a snort from Lisa and a giggle from Chaeyoung while the woman next to you scoffed.

Jennie pouted at you before kissing the side of your face and then holding you close to her smaller frame. “Y/n is my angel and you’re just jealous because you want her, too.” She stated confidently, even adding a “Don’t even think about denying it, Lisa. I saw you sulking when she left the couch.” that caused the said girl to shut her mouth with a huff, cuddling further into her best friend.

“Okay, so maybe we do argue on who’s closest to Y/n but the only reason you think it’s you is because you’re always asking her to come to you and she’s too much of a wuss to say no.” Jisoo said with a wave of her hand and Jennie pouted as you stared at the eldest. “Yah! That’s not true!”

But she was already looking at you with her eyes squinted, a challenge already brewing in the air. “Alright, then come over here.” She tells you.

“Don’t you dare.” Jennie quickly tells you, a glare already fixed on your face. “Come on, Y/n. You’re no wuss, right?” Jisoo was already smirking at you as you did your best to avoid looking at the rapper who had a vice like grip around your waist.

“This is only your excuse so unnie stays next to you and not any of us. Let her pick.” Chaeyoung soon came to your aid and you mentally thanked the girl for being your savior.

However her words don’t fully register until all four of them are staring at you.

“Okay. Y/n, why don’t you choose who you’re sitting next to?” Jisoo’s smirk had only widened when you fidgeted in place. Lisa was grinning from ear to ear, even extending her arms out to you as though it was tempting enough to choose her while Jennie was already back to pouting as her arms squeezed around you while she cuddled your side.

And then, the woman who had brought you into this predicament was giving you a sweet smile that promised you that you wouldn’t regret your decision if you ever choose to sit by her instead because Chaeyoung loves to cuddle you and she will not hesitate to do so if you ever decide to stay with her.

Finally coming to a decision, you opened your mouth, only to close it shut when you hear the small voice of the girl next to you. “You know I’ll end up crying.” Jennie stared at you with big doe eyes and your heart stopped at the little whimper that came from her.

Instantly, whatever thoughts you previously had were thrown out the window as you wrapped your arms securely around the smaller woman. “Unnie, no, it’s gonna be okay. You don’t have to cry.”

There was a chorus of groans from all your members and Jennie, with her head resting on your chest, stuck her tongue out at them when you can’t see. “I told you!” Jisoo hollered as Lisa pouted. “That’s so not fair! You cheated!” She complained whilst the Aussie sighed while shaking her head. “I tried.”

“I wasn’t cheating! You all know I get scared easily!” The brunette shot back. “You guys know I hate it when at least one of you cry.” You tried to reason and Jennie nodded her head before giving you a big kiss on the cheek. “This is exactly why you’re my angel and not theirs.”

Chaeyoung pouts this time as she sat upright. “Hey, Y/n unnie is my angel, too. She was clearly going to choose me but she was too nice to let you be on your own.” She defended and then gave you a sweet smile. “You love me way more than Jennie unnie, right?”

Not only did she put you on the spot again, but she even had the audacity to look innocent while doing it.

“I love all of you equally, Chaeng.” You reply while your eyes narrowed at the mischievous little glint in her eyes. “But that’s not what you told me the other night when you slept in my room.”

“What?!”

“Excuse me?”

“You did what?”

Your eyes widened in time with the chorus of replies your other three members’ exclamation and Jennie even gave you a push so that she could see your face. “What is she talking about?”

“Yo! Since when did you sleep in Chaeyoung’s room?” Lisa yelled, flabbergasted. “I’d like to know, too. It’s usually us sneaking in your room, so I want to hear this story.” Jisoo said with a suspicious look on her face.

“It’s not what it looks like! We were literally just playing around and I certainly did not say I loved her more than any of you.” You try to explain, but none of them seemed so convinced by it. “Seriously, we were singing and dancing like idiots and then we just fell asleep. I was too tired to go to my own room!”

“I doubt that you saying you love her more was a lie.” Lisa cut in and you shake your head frantically. “I did say that I love her but I never said I love her more!”

“So you don’t love me?” The girl asked sadly and you shake your head, hands flailing in the air. “That’s not what I meant!” Jennie could already feel you trying to get up and if it weren’t for the slight twitch of Chaeyoung’s lips, she wouldn’t have caught on to her plan.

Her arms wrapped possessively around your waist and kept you still, even going so far as to throw a leg over your lap and glaring at your member. “How about we start the movie? Unless you wanna just keep talking, we can do that, too.”

Knowing that Lisa had been excited for this, the maknae ended up bouncing in her seat and then nodded her head, grinning as she turned her attention to the eldest. "Come on, unnie! Let's start it!"

Truthfully, you had no problems with horror movies, it was why Jennie always picked you to sit next to her because you comforted her whenever she did get scared. So you weren't worried about this one.

But seeing how well the cinematography and engagement the film had, it was enough to actually make you believe everything that was happening on screen. The many times Jennie screamed when something popped up on screen, you would flinch, though tighten your arms around the smaller girl as you both continued to watch, though her face was almost buried to your chest with how much she was cowering.

Leave it to Lisa with picking a horror movie.

But this movie was much scarier than the ones you’ve already seen. This was honestly something that made you feel frightened, probably because of the play with your own phobia, but in the end, you felt your throat dry and your heart was thundering in your chest.

When it was finally over and you all began to move around the room, you stayed seated for a while, a little dazed before Lisa noticed your slightly pale face. “Are you scared, Y/n?” She asked, mischief suddenly swimming in her eyes and you quickly look at her, eyes narrowing to mask the fact that you were terrified.

“No way! Since when has a horror movie scared me?” You scoff with your arms crossed across your chest. “Jennie unnie was the one who kept cowering next to me.” You added, earning a smack on the arm by said woman before Jisoo rolled her eyes and pinched your cheeks when she walked over.

But the Thai woman had yet to let up as she bounded over to you. “You know, if you’re scared, you don’t have to be so shy about it. Jennie unnie is older than three of us but she’s the biggest scaredy cat out there.” She grinned at the glare sent her way. “Don’t push it, Manoban, or else you won’t see your cats for a week.”

The threat to her precious babies caused her eyes to widen and a gasp to pass her lips. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Try me.”

Chaeyoung giggled at the pair and you stood to finally stretch your limbs, but Jisoo had already gotten up at some point and gave you a small nudge from behind, causing for you to yelp before swiveling around to see what, or who, had touched you, only to find the devious grin on your eldest member’s face.

“What are you doing?” You ask while trying to keep a level head and your friend shrugged her shoulders, clearly not buying that you weren’t scared. “I just wanted to be close to you, is that so bad?” She teased and you give her a light smack on the arm. “Very funny.”

Chaeyoung yawned as she stood up and then proceeded to head for her room while Lisa and Jennie were still arguing about Lisa’s cats, which turned into her threatening to hide the latter’s favorite shirts.

You moved past the bickering duo and head to your room with a yawn of your own, but as you reached your door, you had to pause as your hand rested on the knob, hesitant before you looked around and then cautiously stepped into your room.

With the movie fresh in your mind, you had a hard time getting ready for bed, washing your face and brushing your teeth, your eyes darted everywhere up until you got in bed, making sure to shut your bathroom and then shutting the windows and covering it with your curtains.

“Come on, it was just a movie, Y/n, nothing to be so scared about.” You mutter to yourself while holding your blanket tight around yourself. But you couldn’t bring it in to you to turn the desk lamp off, refusing to let your room be swallowed in darkness with the potential of-

A loud thud causes you to yelp when your door bursts open, eliciting a scream to come from your lips as Lisa came tumbling in after running away from Jennie’s wrath.

“Sorry!” The taller girl squeaked before her eyes widened to see your cowering figure on the bed, wrapped in a blanket and trembling like a scared puppy, making the maknae pout before she came to your bed. “Lisa! Get out of Y/n’s room!”

“No thanks unnie! I think I’ll sleep better after that movie with Y/n unnie next to me.” The blonde replied when she got a proper look on your face, her own expression softening before she got on the bed with you and wrapped her long and slender arms around your waist.

“I swear, you won’t see your cats in the morning.” But Lisa knew that Jennie wouldn’t dare touch her babies. They meant too much to the younger girl and Jennie wouldn’t have the heart to do anything to them.

Looking up, you tried to make a sound of protest, but the sound of a door closing had caused you to flinch and Lisa pursed her lips before she gave you a small squeeze. “It’s okay, unnie. I’ve got you.”

Typically, she would be teasing you for being as scared as you were. But Lisa knew that you didn’t get scared when it came to movies, so to see you looking so spooked told her that you wouldn’t appreciate being laughed at right now.

With a smile, she gave you a light kiss on the cheek before cuddling you. “I won’t tell them. I’ll be here so you don’t feel scared and we can keep the light on if that helps, too.” You were thankful towards the younger girl and nodded your head, burying your face into her neck and making her smlie widen.

Being the youngest, she’s used to being babied by you and the others, but she was happy that she could comfort you just the same and that you really did trust them enough to see you so vulnerable like this.

But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t bring the topic up for when you were feeling better enough to talk about it.

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neptuneofthesky · 3 years

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MCYT Incorrect Quotes

Featuring | Dream, Gerogenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Karl Jacobs, Quackity, Philza Minecraft, Technoblade, Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, Tubbo, Ranboo, Michael, The Egg, Red vines

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Skeppy: I'm sad

Bad: (puts an arm around him) hey, it's ok, I'm here for you

Dream: George, I'm sad

George: mood

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Dream: I'm good at hiding my crush

George: hey guys I'm back

Dream: I-i have to gay- I mean GO-

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Dream: I love sunglasses

Dream: am I looking at that tree? am I looking at George's ass?

Dream: you'll never be able to tell

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Skeppy: *admiring bad* he is so cool, he could hit me with a car and I'd thank him

Techno: we'd thank him too

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Wilbur: you know when I first met you I thought u were a real bitch

Tommy: so, what changed?

Wilbur: I still think you are a real bitch, I've just grown to like that about you

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Dream walks into Sapnap's room

Sapnap: hello Dream I hope you are well

Sapnap: so you may be wondering why I am glued to the ceiling

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George: crushes are the worst

Dream: yeah, whenever I'm near someone I have a crush on, I start acting stupid

George: you are always acting stupid

Dream: yeah, don't think about that too hard

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George: I fell-

Dream: from heaven?

George: no, I actually fell-

Dream: in love with me the moment you saw me?

George: MY ARM IS BROKEN

Dream: ok but do you think I'm pretty? be honest

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Tommy: is the pink panther a lion?

Techno: ........ say that again but slower

Tommy:

Tommy: I don't get it

Wilbur: he's the PINK PANTHER

Tommy: okay?? But is he a lion?

Philza: Tommy, he's a panther

Tommy :

Tommy: is that a kind of lion?

Wilbur: no, its a PANTHER

Tommy: I just googled it, they're not pink tho

Techno: AND LIONS ARE?

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Tommy: yesterday I yote my water bottle down the stairs and almost hit Tubbo

Wilbur: I- did you just use yeet in the past sense?

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Tubbo: wanna hang out tomorrow?

Tommy: can't I have a doctors appointment

Tubbo: say you're sick or something and just cancel

Tommy: ......

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Philza: can I speak to you for a minute?

Tommy: oooooh someone is in trouble!

Philza:

Tommy: it's me I down know why I did that

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Bad: why is Karl laying on the ground screaming into a pillow?

Quackity: oh, he's been like that for a few minutes.

Bad: but, why?

Quackity: Sapnap giggled at his joke.

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Dream: love is in the air

George: *spraying a can of Febreeze and holding his shirt over his nose* not anymore.

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Philza: In your opinion, what is the height of stupidity?

Techno: *yelling* hey Tommy! how tall are you?

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Techno, talking on the phone: Phil, I have good news and bad news

Philza: just give me the good news

Techno: the smoke alarm is functioning perfectly

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Skeppy: who do you think is hotter, me or the sun?

Bad: the sun

Skeppy: okay, let me rephrase it. who do you think is hotter, me, your amazingly adorable best friend who loves you very much, or the sun?

Bad: the sun

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Quackity: I have an idea!

Karl: no bullying Bad today

Quackity: I no longer have an idea

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Wilbur: is the past tense yeet or yeeted??

Techno: yeet is the present tense, but yote could be the past tense too!

Philza: I just want to know who threw Tommy out of the window

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Bad: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE!

Bad: *aggressively throws water bottles at everyone*

Geroge: uh...

Dream: he's trying to yell mental health and wellbeing into us

Bad: I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU

Sapnap: *crying* it's working

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George: I hate you with every inch of my body

Sapnap: That's not a lot of inches

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Bad: I don't know if they'll notice, but I slipped a little note in each of my friend's bad to let them know that I love them

Skeppy, pulling out a twenty-five-page note: what the fuck-

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Dream: I don't know. I just feel like we are destined to be together. I mean, look at how fate keeps throwing us together!

George: it's three am and you're stuck in the middle of my window. how did you even get here?

Dream: I just told you. fate.

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Philza: Tommy, I know you three toilet papered my garden

Wilbur: *whispers* play dumb!

Tommy: who's Tommy?

Techno: *whispers* not that dumb!

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Bad: tell us a secret, Dream.

Dream: uh, okay! I have a crush on George!

Sapnap: no, dream, he said secret.

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Wilbur: Tommy is in the pool and I don't think he is waterproof

Philza: what

Techno: I think he means Tommy is drowning

Philza: oh okay

Philza:

Philza: WAIT WHAT

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Quackity: can I get a strawberry milkshake with two straws, please?

Karl, thinking: aw, that's cute... he wants to share his milkshake with me

[later]

Quackity, putting both straws in his mouth: hey, watch how fast I can drink this

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Quackity: I- I think I saw a monster

Tubbo, terrified: w-where?

Quackity, pointing at the door: THERE

Tubbo: SLENDERMAN!!

Ranboo, opening the lights: shut up, it's just me

[This one is because Tubbo and Quackity are one of the shortest ;) ]

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Philza: who broke the flower pots?

Techno: it was Tommy

Wilbur: it was Tommy

Tommy: it was Tommy

Philza:

Tommy: dammit

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Policeman: so, what's your name?

Tubbo: don't tell him, Tommy

Policeman writes down: okay, Tommy

Tommy: dammit Tubbo

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George: Interrupt my sleeping and I will interrupt your breathing :)

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Sapnap: hey, is anyone else d-

Tommy: dead?

Wilbur: depressed?

Dream: drained?

Techno: deprived of sleep?

Sapnap: ...done with your work? What is wrong with you people?

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Karl: hey, how much money do you have?

Quackity: uh.. 69 cents

Karl: ayy, you know what that means!!

Quackity: *choking up* I don't have enough money for chicken nuggets.

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Ranboo: *exists*

Tommy: you got a problem mate?

Tommy: I mean, you are so tall, you must got a problem

Ranboo: I'm just sitting here

Tommy: WAS UP

Ranboo: a-are you trying to fight me?

Tommy: WAS UP

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Tommy: why don't women have to take the DNA test to see if the child is their's

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Michael: papa, there's a monster under my bed!

Ranboo, tucking him in: Don't worry bud. There are no monsters in this house.

Michel: can you check, please?

Ranboo: alright.

Ranboo: *kneels down to check*

Techno: subscribe to Technoblade

Ranboo: *startled* WHAT THE-

(Credits to @/your.gehenna on Instagram)

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George: I think Dream was right.

Sapnap: I'm surprised he hadn't marched in here to say 'I told you so.'

Geroge: he wouldn't do that.

Dream: you're right, George. For once in your life, you're 100% right. I would never say that.

Dream: *turns around, the shirt he is wearing says 'Dream Told You So' on the back*

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Sapnap: You lying, cheating piece of shit!

Dream: Oh yeah? You're the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Dream: I'm leaving you and I'M TAKING GEORGE WITH ME

Bad, picking up the monopoly board: I think we're gonna stop playing now

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Quackity: why are Bad and skeppy sitting with their backs to each other?

Karl: they had a fight.

Quackity: then why are they holding hands?

Karl: they get sad when they fight

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Ranboo:*serenading* with you, 60 minutes feel like an hour

Tubbo:*almost in tears*

Tommy: what the fuck

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The Egg: I just ended a four-year relationship.

Red Vines: oh, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?

The Egg: hm? Oh yeah, I'm fine. It wasn't my relationship.

*Bad and Skeppy fighting from across the room*

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Could it be? Chapter 6 (JJ x Reader)

JJ x Reader

CH.1 - CH.2 - CH.3 - CH.4 - CH.5

Description: She has a crush on JJ, but he has always seen her as another one of the “dudes”, or at least that’s what she thinks so she just doesn’t even try anymore, until things start to shift between the two of them. (A/N: I’M NOT GOOD AT DESCRIPTIONS BUT THESE IS JUST WHAT I WOULD LOVE TO HAPPEN IN OUTER BANKS WITH JJ)

Warnings: none

CHAPTER 6

A light tapping on your shoulder woke you up from the deep sleep you were having. You opened your eyes to see JJ looking at you with a grin on his face.

After a few seconds of trying to readjust your sight, you noticed the sky was still dark and you were in your own bed.

“So it’s not the morning?”

“You weren’t even asleep for 15 minutes.” He smiled and handed you the almost empty water bottle you were previously taking sips from.

The room spinning made you realise you were still drunk and the night wasn’t even over yet.

“Hey, hey,” JJ grabbed your arm when you tried to get out of bed, “easy there champion.”

“I want to brush my teeth.” You mumbled, the whole room spinning in circles.

“Alright, hang on.”

He grabbed your hand and guided you to your own bathroom, turning on the lights and standing next to you as he handed you your toothbrush.

“I’m not a baby.” You shot a look at him.

“Never said you were.” He chuckled.

As you brushed your teeth you stared at yourself in the mirror. Your makeup was all smeared off (again), your hair was a complete mess and your eyes were red and puffy, but your drunk self didn’t really mind.

“My clothes smell like puke.” You grunted as you made your way to your closet looking for some clean, comfy clothes, JJ just right behind you.

Once you picked a random long shirt and a pair of comfy pyjama shorts, you turned to face JJ who was standing by the wall watching you carefully.

“Excuse me.” You loudly cleared your throat.

“Yeah?”

“Do you mind?” You pointed at your clothes to let him know you were about to change.

“Not really, no.”

His cheeky smile made you throw a sock at his face and push him outside your bathroom with your whole strength.

“I’m kidding,” he laughed and closed the door to your bathroom, “just don’t fall and hit your head or something.”

After you successfully managed to change your dirty clothes to some comfy ones, you opened the door to see JJ standing up from your bed as soon as he heard your bathroom door open.

“Thought you’d passed out for a moment.” He joked and you stuck your tongue out at him.

You watched as he prepared the bed for you to sleep in and felt yourself smile at how cute he looked arranging all the pillows.

The alcohol left inside your system making you watch with dazed eyes at his bare toned arms, not even being aware of how hard you were biting your lips.

Your heart started beating faster as your mind wondered what it would feel like to kiss him and have your body pressed against his. You wanted him so bad and you were feeling brave tonight.

“Do you sleep with two or three pillows?” JJ scratched his head while looking at his bed arrangement, completely unaware at how infatuated by him you were at this very moment.

“Three.” You said and laid down on your carpet, JJ raising an eyebrow at your actions.

“I literally just prepared your bed for you to sleep in, and you choose to lay on the floor?”

He walked over to where you were laying down with your eyes closed and a smile plastered over your face, and he couldn’t help to let out a laugh at how silly you looked while drunk.

“Come lay with me.” You demanded, your eyes still closed.

JJ didn’t think twice before laying down next to you on the floor, the two of you facing the ceiling.

“You’re not sleeping on the floor.”

“What is it with everyone telling me what to do tonight?” You sighed and turned over to face him.

“How much did you drink?”

The two of you were now facing each other and you intentionally moved a little closer to him.

“Enough to handle it.”

“Yeah sure and I’m rich.” He laughed and you rolled your eyes at him.

“I’m fine JJ.”

He nodded sarcastically and reached his arm out to let you cuddle next to him, something the two of you were used to doing whenever you watched movies or just hung out with the Pogues. Of course, they were always friendly cuddles.

“I know what made you make the smart decision of drowning in alcohol tonight.”

Your hands started to sweat right after hearing JJ’s words. You did not want to talk about your feelings for him. Not now. Not ever.

“No you don’t.” Was all you managed to say.

“Yeah I do.”

“JJ shut up.” You quickly responded.

“Why don’t you ever want to talk about him? I’m sure you would feel better if you just let it out!”

Him?

You tried to understand what he was talking about, but you were too intoxicated to think straight.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Rafe, Y/N,” JJ sighed, “I’m talking about Rafe.”

Right Rafe.

“You know not everything is about Rafe right?”

“What else could’ve possibly made you get shit-faced tonight then?”

A part of you was thankful at how clueless JJ could be sometimes, but the other part of you kept reminding you how this just proved he could never think of you as someone more than a friend.

“The simple fact that I’m young and wild and free.” You laughed at yourself but noticed JJ didn’t find your little joke funny at all.

“Alright then.” He pulled the arm that was holding you away.

“Oh give me a break JJ!”

You rolled your eyes at him annoyingly and turned your back to him.

Even though you were pretty drunk and knew you could spill everything out, you were conscious enough to know better than to tell JJ about Rafe right now.

The two of you remained quiet for a second and you thought about getting up and laying on your bed instead but JJ broke the silence.

“Why did you want to sleep with that random guy?”

You took a deep breath trying to come up with a smart, precise answer that wouldn’t let out the real reason of your actions. But you couldn’t.

“I didn’t.”

You felt JJ’s body move closer to you and decided to turn around to face him again. He was staring right at you, which made you feel vulnerable but comfortable at the same time.

“Then what was all that about?”

You didn’t know what to say so you just looked down at your hands and shrugged. You could feel JJ’s eyes staring at you.

“Y/N…”

“Were you going to sleep with that girl?” You weren’t even looking at him but you knew your words had caught him by surprise.

“We’re not talking about me right now Y/N.”

“Is that a yes?” You turned to face him.

He stood quiet for a moment, staring at your eyes with an unreadable look on his face.

“Did you not want me to?” His lips slowly turned into a curve and you felt your cheeks start to burn.

“I never said that.” You turned around to face the ceiling.

“Wait a minute,” he shifted his position to intriguingly lay his chin on his hand, “are you jealous?”

You let out a fake laugh.

“You wish!”

“You’re jealous.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes you are.”

“Believe whatever you want, you’re annoying.” You muttered to yourself.

“That explains why you flirted with that guy all over my face.” He grinned to himself and you playfully slapped him.

“No it doesn’t.” You moved closer to him, “The world doesn’t revolve around you.”

“I like to think it does.” He winked, making you point out your middle finger at him.

“Whatever.” You sighed and laid back down on the floor.

“Stop being so grumpy,” he softly tilted your chin up to face him, “you know I like to mess with you.”

You stuck your tongue out at him before giving him a smile, which he returned.

The two of you got lost inside each other’s eyes for a few seconds, not really saying anything. You felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest if he kept staring at you that way, but you were enjoying the feeling.

JJ laid down next to you, his eyes never leaving yours.

Goosebumps covered your body when his hand softly cupped your cheek. You could feel his breath against your face because of how close you were.

You stared at his lips and gulped down, taking in how pink and soft they looked and how bad you wanted to kiss them.

JJ noticed your eyes glued to his lips and brought his face a little closer to yours. Your noses almost touching.

He bit his lip as he copied your actions and stared at your half opened lips, softly caressing your cheek and making you lean forward to him, the two of you being dangerously close to each other.

You licked your lips and closed your eyes until you heard him take a deep breath which made you look at him.

He was staring at you but his face was unreadable again.

“Let’s get you to bed.” He cleared his throat and shifted away from you, getting up from the floor and standing awkwardly next to your bed.

Your heart dropped to your stomach and you remained on the floor for a few seconds, trying to process what had just happened before standing up and going to bed.

Once you were laying in bed, you felt JJ crawl next to you after turning the lights off. You turned to face him but were met with his back.

You were trying to come up with words but your mind was a mess, and before you could actually say something, JJ’s voice broke the silence.

“Goodnight Y/N.” Was all he said and you turned your back to him too.

“Night JJ.”

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CH.7

A/N: I screamed while writing this.... but well, if you’re still reading this I want to thank u from the bottom of my heart for it! it means the world to me to have people appreciate something I love to do so so much!! hope you’re liking the story so far!!

(I also think I’ll be closing the taglist for now since it’s getting pretty long! I’m sorry but if you really really want to be added, send me a message since it’s what I’ll be checking!)

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