i realized i forgot to sharpen the second one oh well

5 | No Escape

Genre: Apocolypse AU / Fluffy / Angst / Future Smut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 2,689

Warnings: Mentions of dead bodies and blood, gory, mentions of death

“I don’t want to see you pointing a gun at this girl, you got that? I only I allow who should die and who shouldn’t and I don’t think she should… I think you should.”

Masterlist ♥︎ 

Ask/Request

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 6

A/n: I put a little gif in the story just so you get the idea of what it looked like, just you know, heads up. I’m sorry this is probably really shitty cause my writing has been lacking ??? For some reason 🤷🏻‍♀️ lol but anyways hope you enjoy !

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turtleangel94  asked:

If you want to could you with something with bakushima where baku likes playing with kiri's mouth and kiri likes when he does? As sfw or not as you'd like! 😄

Gah I’m sorry this is so late love!!! I hope you like it though!

It started with an honest to god mistake. Bakugou was zoning out as Kirishima was adimately talking about something, probably a funny story since he was laughing every few words. His eyes traveled down to look at the other’s mouth, or, more specifically, his pointed teeth.

He didn’t even realize that he had moved until he heard a choked noise come from the redhead, causing him to snap out of whatever trance he was in. When he came to his senses, he saw that his hand was in the other’s mouth, prodding at the tips of his teeth. Kirishima was frozen there, mouth wide and just, letting his fingers poke around with no resistance.

Bakugou felt his face grow hot, no doubt turning a deep shade of red as he quickly withdrew his hand. He quickly stood up, chair scraping on the floor as it was pushed back, and walked quickly out of the common room.

Kirishima stood there, wide-eyed and gaping at Bakugou’s retreating figure. Kaminari, who was sat next to him and saw the whole exchange, poked his arm, startling him slightly.

“Dude, what was that?”

“I…don’t know?”

The next time that it happened, it was completely intentional on Kirishima’s side. He couldn’t stop thinking of the feeling of Bakugou’s fingers in his mouth and honestly wanted to feel them again.

A few days later found him on the roof during their lunch period. He forgot to grab money so he had no food for the day. Sighing, he turned to the roof entrance when he heard the door open, seeing Bakugou walk through with a box of food in his hands. He seemed shocked to see Kirishima sitting there alone but walked over to sit next to him anyway.

“The fuck are you doing up here?”

“No money and I didn’t really feel like sitting with other people today.” He leaned his head back, looking at the clouds rolling across the sky. He felt something nudge at the corner of his mouth causing him to turn to the side, seeing Bakugou holding up a piece of meat with his thumb and index fingers against his lips.

“Eat.”

Kirishima felt his face heat up but opened his mouth anyway, letting Bakugou slip the food onto his tongue. This is the perfect time. He closed his lips around the other’s fingers, holding them in his mouth as he swirled his tongue around them, maintaining eye contact with Bakugou as he did this. He saw the other’s neck and face grow red at his actions but made no move to pull away.

They were interrupted when Kirishima’s phone rang, causing them both to jump and for Bakugou to quickly rip his fingers out of the other’s mouth, slightly cutting them on his sharp teeth.

“Sorry I have to take this!” Kirishima quickly chewed the food before standing up and running to the door, face on fire and heart beating fast.

Both of them elected to ignore whatever was going on between them, hoping that the feelings would go away soon. Unfortunately, weeks passed and neither showed any signs of this happening. Along the way, Kirishima accepted it and realized that, not only did he like the feeling of fingers in his mouth, but that it was only Bakugou’s. He thought about how it would feel to have someone else’s fingers poking and prodding against his tongue and it was not as appealing. He took this as one thing: he apparently liked Bakugou and, looking back on their interactions in the past, realized that his feelings have been blossoming for a while.

Bakugou was not as accepting at what he was feeling. He didn’t know what came over him the first time, and then the second incident occurred and he was even more confused. He tried to forget about how nice and hot Kirishima’s tongue felt against his fingers but couldn’t. He blushed when he realized that not only did he really want to feel it against his fingers more, but he wanted to feel it all over his body as well. He groaned and threw his head back against the wall with a loud thump. His phone rang a few seconds later. Bakugou grabbed it and saw that it was a text from Kirishima.

(7:40 pm) You ok bro?

Bakugou looked at the message, confused at first before realizing that he probably heard him hitting their joint wall. He hesitated, deciding on what he wanted to do. He figured it out and sent a message before he could regret his choice.

(7:43 pm) Get your ass over here.

Not a minute later and he heard a knock on his door, standing and opening the door for Kirishima.

“What’s wrong man?” Bakugou didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed the other by the collar, pulling him inside, and pushing him to sit down on the bed. They stayed like that for a few minutes, Kirishima sitting tense on the bed with Bakugou standing over him, looking anywhere but at the person in front of him. “Seriously Baku-”

“Open your mouth.”

“Huh?” Kirishima stared up at him, leaving his mouth slightly open unintentionally. Bakugou used this to his advantage and bent down, Kirishima’s eyes following his movement as he tentatively lifted his hand, thumb swiping Kirishima’s bottom lip and catching on the corner of his mouth, pulling slightly. Bakugou pushed his thumb past his lips, moving past his teeth and pressing against Kirishima’s tongue.

Kirishima gasped at the feeling, opening his mouth more as Bakugou pressed another finger past his lips to pad the sharpened ends of his teeth. Kirishima moved his tongue out from under his thumb to lick circles around it, coating it with saliva. He moved his eyes back up to look at Bakugou’s reaction, only to find that he was staring back at him. They both wore matching blushed but neither stopped or pulled away. Actually, it seemed like Bakugou was moving closer to him.

Oh wait, he is.

He felt the fingers slowly retreat from his mouth as Bakugou leaned in. He paused, lips centimeters from Kirishima’s own, fingers also pausing on his lips. Kirishima tentatively reached a hand up to grab his wrist, pulling it away from his face before closing the rest of the gap between them.

His lips slowly slid against Bakugou’s, giving him plenty of chances to pull away. Instead, Bakugou pushed forward to deepen the kiss and causing Kirishima to groan, tilting his head to get a better angle.

Too soon, they broke away for air, Bakugou resting his forehead on Kirishima’s, both slightly panting and staring into each other’s eyes.

“Go out with me.” Kirishima blurted out without thinking. Bakugou sucked in a breath, eyes going wide and face getting hot.

“Fuck.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Whatever.” Bakugou diverted his eyes and moved to stand up straight, causing Kirishima to smile widely and let out a laugh.

Handsome Disaster pt.3

Summary: When the school bad boy and womanizer Hoseok turns his attention on you it’s hard to ignore. Especially with your best friends being in a relationship and living five doors down from each other.

Genre: Angst/Smut/Romance

Word Count: 2.4k

part one  part two  part three  part four  part five

Originally posted by garisanee

You got through the rest of your classes and waited anxiously for Sera to get out of her classes so you could tell her all about your class with Shownu. Never in a million years did you think that he would notice you, let alone ask you out just like that. You giggled and squealed and squirmed like a little kid, completely happy with yourself.  Unfortunately though Sera had a date of her own right after class so you had to keep it completely bottled up until you could pounce and spill all of your good news.

You did all of your homework and sat around your room looking at your phone contemplating whether or not you should text Shownu. You did everything in your power to try to distract yourself but you kept thinking about it. You finally grabbed your phone and sent a message to Shownu with a mischievous grin on your face.

You: Hey! I’m trying to do the math homework but I’ve forgot what formula to use for the problems assigned.

You waited by the phone ready for him to reply and found yourself still staring at it five minutes later. You huffed out your held breath and ran your fingers through your hair. Maybe it was too soon to text him? Or maybe you seemed uninterested by asking him a math question?

You decided that trying to decipher why he wasn’t responding wasn’t going to help, and move on to the upcoming writing assignment that was due. You looked over the assignment sheet that explained the topic for the paper and looked at your notes.  

Your notes were sparse and had little detail, which was unlike your style. Then it clicked. That was the first day of class and you were so distracted by Hoseok’s shenanigans that you couldn’t even focus on the lecture.  You got up and made your way to Hoseok’s apartment. If you were going to fail this paper because he distracted you then you were going to make him pay.    

You knocked on his door and waited for him to open up. In a few seconds he opened the door opened and he stood there with floppy hair and loose sweats and a low cut sleeveless shirt. When he realized it was you he cocked his head to the side.

“Sera isn’t here, she and Minhyuk went out on-“he said and you raised your hand to cut him off.

“I know, I didn’t come to find her!” you said and Hoseok perked up

“Don’t tell me you missed me already?” he half asked and you snorted.

“I came to borrow your textbook, I don’t have the notes from the first day since someone and his friends were a distraction.” You said with a sarcastic tone and Hoseok bowed his head and nodded.

“You must be working on the essay for next week.”  He said flatly and your eyes got big.

“You know about the paper? I figured that you were uninterested in the class since you have nap time during the lecture.”  

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes at you. He opened his door wide and you went inside and followed him to his room. He sat down at his desk and pulled out his textbook from his desk drawer and handed it to you. You accepted it and surveyed the cover making sure that it was the right book.

“I’ll give this back to you tomorrow in class so that way you can use it for your paper” He laughed and shook his head.

“You can use it for however long you need. I’ve already finished writing the first two papers.” He said with a crooked smile. You couldn’t believe your ears.

“Yeah right!” you exclaimed with a laugh.

Hoseok took the challenge and opened up his desk and took out a single folder. Inside he had assignments and essays for multiple courses already completed and ready to submit. He pulled out one paper and a second and put them down on his desk neatly for you to see.

Just then your phone vibrated and you pulled it out to check remembering that you were still expecting a reply from Shownu. You opened up your messages and found that it was him who replied to you. You sat down the text book and read what he wrote.

Shownu: So you finally decided to talk to me and it was only for math? :P The formula we used today was this  P(A B) = P(A) + P(B) − P(A ∩ B).

Shownu: How is your night so far beautiful?

You jumped up and down like an excited school girl and Hoseok watched you with skeptical eyes like you had lost your mind. You had finally calmed down enough and quickly typed out a reply.

You: Sorry, I’ve been struggling with this math. I figured you could probably help me, plus it gave me an excuse to talk to you. I’m good, how are you?

“Are you going to explain to me what caused the crazy or am I just going to have to guess?” Hoseok asked amused by your burst of energy.

“Oh it’s just a guy.” You stated flatly and Hoseok nodded

“Who is it? I know pretty much everyone on campus, I’ll tell you if he’s a good guy or not.” He offered

“please, he’s just a sweet quiet guy”  Hoseok sharpened his gaze on you and raised an eyebrow.

“You’d be amazed by how much information I know about who’s on campus.” He said and you started to worry. You tucked your hair behind your ear and tried to remember which fraternity Shownu was from.

“His name is Shownu, and he’s in Beta Chi Theta” you said cautiously and Hoseok just stopped speaking.

“I’m not saying that he’s a bad guy and I’m not telling you to stop talking to him but, Beta Chi Theta has a pretty nasty reputation. Look out for yourself okay?” he spoke softly as if he knew something that you didn’t.

You wanted to take into consideration what he had told you but the stubborn part of you brushed off his warning and decided that you would be his judge of character. So far Shownu hadn’t given you any red flags or bad feelings, so you decided to continue regardless of Hoseok’s seriousness. And plus, someone who broke hearts like Hoseok couldn’t exactly pass judgment on others like that right?

“Thanks for the book, I’ll bring it back soon.” You said and Hoseok just nodded his head.

You made your way out the door and back into the living room and as you were about to reach for the door it swung open revealing a very happy Minhyuk. He very clearly had red lipstick smeared across his mouth and it didn’t take a genius to guess why. You laughed at his euphoric state and he finally noticed you.

“You’re here?” he asked and you nodded your head

“The date went well then I guess,” you stated and Minhyuk nodded his head frantically and his smile grew wider and wider across his face “Have a good night.” You waved bye to the boys and made your way back down to your own apartment.  

Inside Sera was singing and dancing around in her dress like a lunatic. When she finally noticed that you had come home she danced around you and waved her arms waiting for you to join with her. Your will power to stay still slowly dwindled down until you found yourself singing along and dancing with her. You both flailed around for a few minutes before you felt your phone vibrate which prompted you to stop. You opened up your message and Sera protested your shift of focus.

Shownu: I’ve been pretty good although I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t missing you already.

You rolled your eyes at his cheesiness which managed to make a blush creep onto your face and pointed your phone at Sera for her to read the messages. She looked up at you with wide eyes and smiled.

“So it’s been a good night for you too?” she asked sarcastically and you laughed and nodded your head.

You waved her down to the couch and told her all about your day starting from the two girls in class with Hoseok to math with Shownu and everything after. In return she told you about her day and date with Minhyuk who seemed to be a very promising guy. The entire time that she spoke her smile was from ear to ear and you could tell that she was genuinely happy which made you feel happy and proud that she was able to find joy. You both parted ways after your sentimental talk and went to bed.


The next morning you went to class like usual but managed to take a little extra time in the morning curling your hair and paying special attention to your makeup. Class with Hoseok was the same he slept and you took notes and at the end you went back to the bathroom to fix your hair and lip gloss before seeing Shownu. The time rolled around to a point where you couldn’t stay in the bathroom anymore. You heart raced and you could swear that you could hear it beating if it were quiet enough. You took one last look at yourself and headed to class.

You made your way to your seat noticing that Shownu wasn’t there yet. You found a spot that looked close to the same spot as where you sat yesterday and pulled out your notes and assignments from the night before. The time was starting to get closer and closer to the beginning of class and sadly Shownu looked like a no-show for today.  You put your head down and began reviewing your notes from yesterday when a coffee cup was sat down on your desk. You looked up at the heaven sent giver to notice Shownu with a warm smile and beads of sweat dripping down his face.

“What’s this for?” you asked him with an amused smile.

“Just because” he said with a wink.

You opened the lid to smell what kind of coffee it was and blew on the hot liquid trying to cool it down with your best efforts. You cooled it down enough and put the lid back on and gulped down the delicious drug. Shownu laughed at your enthusiastic thirst for the drink and handed you his. You noticed his kind offer and thanked him and shyly took his coffee cup as well.

The rest of the class went by unnaturally fast, and with Shownu now you weren’t so nervous anymore. Occasionally you would look up at the feeling of being watched to find Shownu peaking at you, and occasionally he would catch you doing the same. At the end of the course you packed all of your things up and were ready to leave when Shownu grabbed you by the hand with a shy smile. You stopped and turned to him and he cleared his throat before speaking.

“Why don’t you let me walk you to your next class?” he offered

“That’d be nice” you accepted

The two of you got up from your desks and Shownu still held firmly onto your hand. You slowly made your way to your next class and talked on the way.

“so about Friday…” he started and gave you a nervous look “I know it isn’t the most desirable first date or place to go in general but it’s something that I have to do for my Fraternity.” He explained.

“Really it’s okay” you tried to calm him down

“Well, I’m glad that you’re cool with it. Just so you know you don’t have to dress fancy or anything, just a t-shirt and jeans is okay.”

“Oh, okay.” You were shocked by his forwardness.

“In fact it’s going to be a really rowdy crowd so dressing up would just kind of be a waist, you know?”

“You’re making me kind of nervous, where are we going anyways?” you asked

“My fraternity is involved in an old underground fight club on campus and it’s our turn to host fight night.” He confessed

“Well that doesn’t sound sketchy at all. I’m very comforted to know we will be in such good company.” You laughed

“Actually, it’s my good friend Jackson who will be fighting and outside of the ring he’s one of the nicest guys you’ll ever meet.”

“Oh, and who’s his unlucky opponent?”  You asked

“The one-and-only top class asshole that’s been undefeated since he started here. His name is Shin Hoseok.”

Your heart leaped out of your chest. There was no way that you heard that right! Hoseok the kid who sleeps during class and humps everything in the daytime? He is an undefeated fighter? You might have believed it based off of only appearances but he was a nice guy and didn’t seem violent in the slightest.

“This fucking punk has broken bones and caused so many people to have to go to the hospital. He’s way over qualified to fight us and yet he’s done it ever since he started here. But, this time Jackson has really prepared for this fight so we’ll finally see this smug kid step down.” Shownu said with a evil side smirk.

You didn’t feel so good about going out with Shownu on Friday anymore. How could he be so evil about wanting to cause someone pain and seeing them hurt? You slowly let go of his hand and turned to him with the best smile you could manage to put on.

“Thank you for the coffee and thank you for walking me to class.” You said with a small voice

“No problem, and hey just a reminder you can’t tell anyone, okay?” he smiled at you and you nodded in agreement.

Your stomach started to turn. Shownu had shown you a different side of him and was happy about hurting your friend. On top of that you couldn’t tell anyone about his “underground secret”. Hoseok also wasn’t as perfect as you believed either. It was starting to become clear to you that you couldn’t trust just anyone and your own sense of judgment was becoming worse.

Joora(ish) Drabble-- Prompt: Eva

Eva was going on four minutes late.

Really it shouldn’t be all that much of a surprise because, like, Noora knew how Eva was. Sometimes she got so caught up in the moment that meeting will escape her mind. And honestly she wouldn’t be surprised if Eva ended up being fifteen minutes later, or twenty minutes, or maybe she completely forgot and Noora should call her to maybe reschedule-

And then there was a flash of dark hair and a grin and Noora was torn in between oh thank god and shit fuck why.

“I’m here!” Eva swept into KB with all of the grace of an excited puppy. Noora smiled tightly at her, sipping her already lukewarm coffee and taking deep breaths; deep enough to maybe calm the erratic heartbeats threatening to beat right out of her chest.

“Hi,” Eva said, sitting down and pulling a deep sip of coffee, “Thank god. Today has been weird. While I was walking here, I was stopped by this man who was looking for his dog, but I was like, hmmmmm stranger-danger, you know? But he looked like Magnus if Magnus was like 30 years older and-” Eva paused and took another sip, waving off her story, “Anyway. Hi Noora.”

“Hey,” Noora pulled a strand of hair behind her ears, “Umm- what kind of coffee did you get?”

What kind of coffee did you get? Fucking hell.

Eva’s eyes sharpened, “Oh no. What is it? Is everyone okay? Eskild? Oh god- is William back in town?”

Which, snort. If he was, Noora would be the last to know about it, and the last to care.

“No, no nothing like that. I just-” And fuck this was much harder than she thought it would be. “I just wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Okay…” When Noora couldn’t quite open her mouth to respond, Eva gave her an exasperated look, “Nooooorraaaaaa, hallo? What’s going on?”

And she should just rip it off like a band aid right? That was the easiest way to go about things.

“I like someone.”

Okay maybe baby steps would be better.

Eva lights up, “No way! Who? Do I know him?”

“Ummm.” Noora bit at her lip, and looked down to study her chipping nail polish, “Well…”

“Noora.”

“It’s Jonas.”

Silence. She could barely risk a glance up. But when she did, Eva just blinked at her. Her lips were parted just the tiniest bit and then she smoothed them out with a quick shake of her head, “Jonas? Like my Jonas? I mean, not like my Jonas but like- Jonas, Jonas?”

Noora let out a careful breath, “Yeah. It’s not- I didn’t mean for- We just have a couple of classes together and he’s- he’s really cool and we grabbed lunch the other day and then dinner- and then. Fuck, Eva, I don’t know what to say.”

“You and Jonas?” Eva took another careful sip of her coffee, eyes wide like she couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing. And Noora’s stomach was so tied up that it actually hurt, because fuck, why was she like this? Always falling for the guys that could bring her best friend’s the most pain?

“Holy shit, you guys would make such hot babies.”

Noora blinked, “Wait, what?”

“Holy shit, Noora! Yes! It took me a second but I am seeing this now. You and Jonas, taking no shit. Discussing capitalism and like- feminism and taking down The Man. Wow- Noora Vasquez, huh?”

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Nooa put the brakes on that one real fast, “Noora Nothing. We’ve just been hanging out a bit- wait you’re okay with this?”

Eva snorted, “Jonas and I- we were never going to work out. He’s too smart for me-”

No, he’s not!”

“Whatever, but you two could literally run Norway. This is like couple goals. I just pictured you guys in like- sitting in a private jet drinking champagne and in expensive designer clothes-”

Noora laid her forehead down on the table and groaned, “Oh my god. I literally love you so much. Eva, really.”

“Pshh,” Eva flicks Noora’s head, “Wait so does Jonas know you like him? I’m going to need the full story on this.”

Noora groaned a bit louder.

Like You’ve Been to War

Rain fell in curtains throughout the streets of Central.

A solid covering of dark gray clouds had rolled in the previous morning. They’d crackled first, rumbled distantly, and finally released their store in a nonstop deluge of rain. All day, through the night, and into the next morning. Puddles filled the alleyways, and most streets ran like rivers.

Mustang watched the sheets fall from the third floor break room in Central Headquarters. It was a room roughly half the size of his office, with two plush blue couches, an armchair, and a large wooden table with two desk lamps on top. He was seated at the table, his files scattered over top. Fullmetal lay on the farthest couch, his left hand wrapped around the book he’d propped against his knee, his bound right arm dangling over the couch’s side.

“It’s a real shame, you know. There’s a bagel shop about two blocks from here I usually like to go to for lunch. Guess that’s not an option today.” Roy tapped his pen to a document. He got the ink flowing before filling out his weekly report in the tight, blank lines. “I suppose I could send the Lieutenant there for us, but that would mean voluntarily giving up our only body guard. So it would be at the risk of us getting killed. On the other hand, they really are good bagels.”

Ed looked up from his book. His mouth was drawn into a tight line, eyes bothered. “And how’s that gonna make you feel when your tomb stone reads ‘Here lies Mustang, killed by Scar because he really wanted a bagel’?”

“Nonsense. It would say, ‘Here lies Mustang, died in a heroic battle with Amestris’s most dangerous serial killer.’”

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nik-rudy  asked:

Can you make a Imagine (with A. Grizmann)? Thanks babie

i’m so sorry??? this is not what i had in mind when i started writing but apparently i am too dramatic to write simple fluff?? anyway i hope u like this nonetheless 😳💜


It’s been a year since you’d last seen him. You remember it being October; the autumn leaves had adorned more ground than they had treetops at the time, going out of the house without a warm enough jacket had become impossible, but the sun had still found its way through heavy grey clouds, embracing the world in a golden haze. It had been a nice October. Until that day Antoine had sat on the soft cushions of your couch, a dark blue sweater hugging his torso, speaking softly but clearly, telling you that he couldn’t do it anymore. 

You hadn’t understood at first — hadn’t wanted to. Seeing him close the front door behind him had ripped your heart in two. The memory still does. 

It’s October again, now. It’s raining (has been for a while) and you sit on your couch, watching the raindrops fall. 

“Babe, I can’t find my car keys. Have you seen them?” 

You look up to see Chase standing in the doorframe that leads to your living room. He looks a bit lost as he rifles through his brown leathern bag that’s filled with books. He’s a teacher and sometimes he forgets to stop teaching. For some reason, you used to find his know-it-all personality quite adorable at first; he had that way of making even the most annoying comments funny. Now it’s become nettlesome. 

You shrug. “Have you checked the kitchen counter?” 

A second after saying this, you want to smack yourself. Chase has never left anything lying on the kitchen counter — he’s tidy to the point where it’s bordering on OCD. Antoine, on the other hand, has. All the time. 

“Shoes?” you asked, staring at the pair of Nikes on the kitchen counter. Then at Antoine who stood next to you, biting the inside of his cheek in a painfully obvious attempt to suppress a grin. “Seriously? Shoes in the kitchen?” 

“Sorry. In my defense, I was in a hurry.” He picked the shoes up and tossed them in the hall, aiming at the coat rack situated there. 

“I’ve never met anyone like you,” you said with a shake of your head. 

Antoine seemed to get you wrong because as soon as the sentence had left your mouth, he smiled. A second later, he had his arms wrapped around you from behind and his lips pressed to your neck, then pressed to your ear as he whispered, “I’ve never met anyone like you neither.” 

You laughed. “Not the way I meant it, but I’ll take it.” 

“Oh, I know exactly what you were talking about. I know you.” 

“Hmm,” you hummed, “You do.”

His hands moved to your stomach, his long fingers intertwining, trapping you against his firm body. Your heart hammered against your ribcage in response. He was warm and soft, his nearness clouding your brain and sharpening your senses. “I’m glad I do.”

“You’re getting corny again.”

“Well, I am French.” You felt him shrug behind you, and laughed. 

“Oh, yeah? What happened to ‘I’m French, but more Spanish’?” 

“I’m French when it comes to food and kissing.” 

You made a face. “You’re not that good of a kisser, to be honest.” 

Antoine grinned — you could feel his cheek move against yours when he did. “Really? Let me prove you wrong.” 

Everything went pink, azure, red, white, when he did.


“Y/N?” Chase’s deep voice jolts you out of your thoughts. Guilt craws up your neck, making your cheeks burn. “Did you hear me?”

You shoot him a small, apologetic smile. “No, sorry. What did you say?” 

“I said I’m off to work. Enjoy your free day.” With that, he presses a kiss to your forehead and walks out of the door. When you look out of the window again, it is still raining. 


“Oh my God,” you whispered, feeling your heart sink, your chest squeeze and your eyes prickle. You walked out of the bathroom and into the living room slowly. Antoine was sitting on the couch, his torso propped up on pillows and his iPad in his hands. His teeth were digging into his bottom lip, his thick eyebrows furrowed, and one of his legs shaking. He looked up at you when he heard you coming, pressing the iPad’s lock button. 

“Are you?” 

There was a lump in your throat, making you feel like you might suffocate. So all you could do was nod. 

Antoine did, too, as he sat up straight and stared at the wall for a few moments. You kept standing a few meters away from him, your lips pressed together. 

Somewhen (after what seemed like an eternity), he spoke up again, “Okay.” 

“That’s it?” you asked, your voice small, “That’s all you have to say?” 

Antoine shrugged. “You’re pregnant, not dying. We can do this.” 

“I’m twenty-two!” you yelled, pressing your palms to your cheeks and blinking rapidly, desperately trying to stop the tears from falling. “I— I— god, no.” 

He was quiet for a while after that again but his sky-blue eyes stayed focused on you, watching you cry. Usually he’d comfort you, you knew that, but he seemed paralyzed. Shocked. Afraid. Just like you. 

“We can take care of this, if you want to,” he mumbled that night as he dropped his pillow and blanket onto the couch. You stood at the staircase with your arms folded and tears still streaming down your cheeks. “We don’t have to have this baby if you don’t want to.”

When you realized what he was talking about, you wanted to throw up. 

“I’m not going to make this decision on my own just so you won’t be the asshole,” you hissed before you stomped up the stairs. 

“That’s not what I meant!” Antoine shouted after you. 

“Fuck you.” 

You lost the baby three months later. 


He is everywhere. After the EURO, he is everywhere. In the papers, on the TV, even on Beats by Dr. Dre’s playlist on Apple Music. Well, his face is on the cover at least, but still. 

It’s annoying. 

You sigh as you watch the water boil in the pot, the pasta in it floating around and dancing between the rising bubbles. 


Antoine was smiling more on all of those candid pictures you see of him on a daily basis than you had seen him smile at home. Which makes sense seeing as he seemed to be out and about more often than not these days. He said it’s because of football. Maybe it was, or maybe it wasn’t. 

Exhaling audibly, you walked into your bedroom. Antoine was there, too, stuffing clothes into a suitcase which has the Atlético emblem stitched on to it. He didn’t bother folding any of them. No surprise there. It was a bit of a surprise, though, to see the lack of football kits. 

“Where are you going?” you asked. He didn’t look up.

“Away game in Italy.”

“And you don’t need kits for that?” 

Antoine paused. “Oh, almost forgot. Good thing I have you.” 

“Yeah.” You watched him as he took sport clothing out of the closet and ignored the uneasy feeling spreading in the pit of your stomach. 


You spend the next couple of hours crying. 


When Chase comes home from work in the evening, you sit him down on the couch. He looks lost again in his beige pullover, his dark hair dry for once — it’s stopped raining in the afternoon, even if the clouds haven’t disappeared. 

“I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore.”

Chase doesn’t look like he understands, but your words fall surprisingly easily.

Lockwood & Co: An Incident

A Lockwood fanfiction, in which all of Lockwood’s spare time seems to be solely devoted to embarrassing Luce out of house and home.

WARNING: Ugh. It’s fluff. 

Rating: T. As in you’re probably going to wish you were terminaly ill after reading this fluffy garbage. Find more of it on FanFiction, if you are so inclined.


“Incident One”

It wasn’t often that Lockwood and Co found ourselves relaxing at home in the evening, particularly on a long winter’s night when all manner of spectres prowled the streets well into foggy morning. I sat, slumped in the armchair of the receiving room, reading the same cheap detective novel I’d read twice already. Lockwood dozed quietly on the chair opposite, his dark flop of hair concealing his eyes, long legs crossed on the ottoman before him. He wore a warm-colored jumper—slightly more casual than his usual getup—and grey woolen socks on his feet. I suppressed a stupid smile; I’d given him the socks the day before, on Christmas. Catching myself mid-stare, I stuck my nose firmly in my book again. George had been giving me knowing looks lately, and I didn’t want to give him any more ammunition than he already had. As I thought of this, faint heat prickled slightly in my cheeks.

Thankfully, George paid me no attention tonight; he had pancaked his ample bottom next to the coffee table between us, where all his attentions were devoted to assembling a bothersome Rotwell ghost-detection do-dad. It was made of a light, coated silver, and its many parts tickled slightly, like tiny bells, whenever they moved. His back faced me. At the table’s corner, the skull in the jar lurked unseen behind a fog of swirling green. It had been unusually quiet these past two hours, for which I was grateful. It was about time the damned thing started reading the atmosphere. Tonight was for relaxation, lukewarm tea, and amicable silence. I adjusted the quilt around my shoulders, sinking deeper into the armchair. The room was warm. A faint, comforting smell of brewed black tea lingered on the air. The tink, tink, tinkling of George’s contraption—a minute, peripheral noise.

Despite myself, I found my gaze wandering towards the dozing Lockwood again, as it had numerous times that evening. I had detected something different about him, but until now I couldn’t place what it was. Now I saw it with clarity.

His face had changed this past year. Though still slim, his jaw was squarer and more pronounced. At the same time, the shadows under his cheekbones had sharpened, masculinizing his once boyish features. I followed them down to his chin, my cheeks flushing a bit, to his slightly parted lips…

He sees you, you know.

I nearly jumped out of my chair, but weeks of avoiding accusatory stares from George saved me from having to explain myself. At the last second, I rolled over to make it seem as if I had merely decided to change into a more comfortable sitting position. George scratched his knee, unperturbed, his back still facing me. I felt my face redden. Lockwood…had seen me? My eyes locked with the skull in the jar’s, barely visible behind a haze of green ghost fog. My expression said it all. It grinned evilly up at me.

It’s true, he’s caught you watching him through that flop of fringe. Probably feeling rather awkward by now, I would imagine. You haven’t been very sly… The effect was immediate. I felt the blood drain from my face. My heart leaped to my throat. Oh, no. He can’t have seen. I’d been practically ogling him on-and-off for the past hour- Lockwood can’t have noticed. He was sleeping.

How embarrassing. Oh, you better conceal your mortification a bit better—he’ll begin to clue in. Oh, looks like he already has.

I couldn’t help it—I stole another glance. Was Lockwood…seated a tad straighter than he was a moment ago? I looked hurriedly away, and a wave of shame flooded through me again, setting my face on fire. I glued my eyes to my book. The skull was lying. It was just trying to upset me. Lockwood was definitely asleep.

Quite suddenly, Lockwood moved. He stood up. “I think I’ll head to bed,” he said, giving a quick stretch and not looking in my direction. George grunted something incomprehensible.

What did I tell you.

It was too much of a coincidence. I couldn’t speak; my eyes could only look intently at the pages in front of me, which might as well have been blank for all the reading I was doing. Lockwood strode passed me, out of sight. The slight change of air pressure in the room told me he had opened the door behind me. He was gone.

I felt myself go a bit numb. The metal ghost detection do-dad gave tiny chimes from the coffee table. I heard George scratch something on a piece of paper. The tinkling sound of his fiddling intensified, and he cursed under his breath. I waited. Then a tidal wave of shame and dread coursed through me, and my body weighed down in the armchair like bags of salt. The reality might as well have slapped me in the face: Lockwood had caught me staring at him and was so uncomfortable he had felt the need to leave the room. I put my hand up to my temple, concealing my burning face.

Suddenly, the pressure in the room changed again. Without sound or other forewarning, there was a warm, tickling breath in my ear and slim fingers smoothing along my jaw: “So sorry, Luce,” breathed Lockwood, his voice hardly audible even to myself, “Nearly forgot-” Just as suddenly as he had entered the study, his lips pressed softly and deliberately against my cheek. Time stopped. He smelled faintly of cologne. His eyelashes brushed gently under the delicate skin of my eye. I heard my breath hitch in my throat and realized my eyes had closed. He lingered for a second longer, and parted. I felt his warm breath on my cheek again, “Night, Lucy.” And then the slim fingers were absent from my face, and the pressure in the room changed for the final time that evening.

Oblivious, George continued to sit with his back facing me and the door, the tinkling of his Rotwell contraption seemingly never ceasing. In the jar, the skull’s jaw had dropped to the bottom of the glass. Judging from its reaction, what had just happened…was real. Not for the first time that evening, my face and neck were set aflame—but this time, from a different kind of embarrassment.

“Hey,” George said, speaking for the first time in hours, “Mind making another cuppa—”

“Let it alone, George!” I snapped.

George turned around then, his expression utterly confused. “What’s your problem?”

Though it seemed impossible, I felt my face grow hotter. “Nothing. Sorry. I just,” I shot up from my chair, my detective novel tumbling from my lap. I ignored it. “I-I’m going to bed.” And just like that, I left him there, hunched over the coffee table, mouth hanging open. So much for not giving George any more ammunition, I thought. As I hurried my way up the dark stairwell and into my attic bedroom, I wondered if Lockwood had felt the burning heat in my face against his lips, and then I slammed my bedroom door against such embarrassing thoughts.

The lovely devilout wanted to know how to change hair colors so I thought I’d make a little ( I’m using that term lightly ) tutorial on how to do so. But fair warning, this is my first tutorial-ish so I’m not quite amazing but I did my best. 

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Lucky day

A/N: I had so much creative stuff to write this, it’s a lot of fluff. Sorry for being so absent, I still was in school, so I had some stuff to get done. I really hope you like it. Also, I’m very happy to say that I’m close to the 900 followers, THANK YOU.

Warnings: Lots and lots of fluff.

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I looked my phone smiling like stuipid. The reason was the call from my boyfriend. I opened the door of my house and ran into my sister.

“What the…?”

“Dude, I need to go to fix my nails and for a haircut, want to go?” she asked, she was in my house, waiting for me?

“What the hell are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at your own work?”

“Well, yeah, but I’ve missed you so much, I thought we needed to share some girls time, so, what do you say? Nails and haircut?” I shrugged. On our way, she told me that mom had sent me a gift, I was a bit shocked, and my mom usually goes and gives it herself.

“What is it? I talked to her this morning and she didn’t mention any gift”

“You know how she is. Maybe she forgot, because I went for lunch with her and she actually gave me the idea of sister’s time, aren’t you excited about it?” I laughed, my sister was really funny and she was my best friend in this world.

“Yes! But, we could stay at home, watching movies or something, because there’s no way I’m going to cut my hair again”

“It doesn’t matter, you can get a nice hair wash, with a relaxing massage, I do need a haircut like… now” and after that, we got to the place.

My nails were done and also my hair, I had loose curls and a new dress courtesy by my mom. When we were about to finish I had a text form kiss.

“Babe, I’ll pick you up at 7. Be ready. I love you very much”

“Aw” I said smiling like stupid.

“What is it?” My sister inquired.

“Chris, he has a surprise for me tonight.”

“You’re going to ride!” she yelled and I was like WHAT THE FUCK. The lady that was doing my nails just laughed. “I mean, come on, sis, your boyfriend’s one of the hottest actors in the whole business, you should be proud”

“I am, also I’m very in love”

“Oh, you could wear mama’s dress! That’d be awesome” I nodded. One thing less to think. My outfit was done.

“Miss, you are our client 100 of the week, we’d be happy to give you a makeup today, or for some other day!” I was so embarrassed. I never win anything! This was so exciting.

“Oh, this is amazing, can we do it now?”

“Of course” the lady nodded and indicated me the way, I smiled to my sister she was making a video of my reaction.

So there I was, waiting for my boyfriend. My phone rang.

“Hey” I giggled at the phone knowing that it was him.

“Hi, doll, I’m on my way.” Hearing his voice was like an automatic rush.

“Great, I’m ready. I just need my keys, but I don’t remember where I left them.” I started to move the things that were over my desk, but nothing.

“You know that I get you a bowl for that?”

“Yup, but I liked it more for candies” I added.

“You probably left them next to the microwave, you always…”

“Found them” I had followed his instructions to find them right next to it. I giggled amused.

“Nice, I’ll be there in ten. Oh, and since it’s a surprise I’m going to cover your eyes, I’m telling you this so you can prepare yourself and don’t make a scene when I put a scarf to cover your amazing eyes, love. Or… roll them, like you’re doing it now” I was doing that.

“It’s not fair. I just want to say that I worked very hard on my look and I’m going to miss your reaction.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it was a crazy day, my sister came, we got done our nails, I won something and they curled my hair right there and my mom sent me a dress. Crazy, right? I guess today’s my lucky day” I heard his laugh as I looked at myself one last time, “But I gotta tell you that I prefer going on converse and jeans, so don’t get too used to this”

“I love you in anyway, I’ll be there soon”

“I love you, but I prefer you in your tight Captain outfit”. I mean, there has to be some perks of being Chris’s girlfriend. And I didn’t mean the fancy part, just the… exquisite and relaxing part, the intimate one where he rehearsals all dress up and I help him.

“You’ve made that clear plenty times. Hurry!” I hanged up. But it rang again.

“I forgot to say the reason that I called in the first place” I smiled a bit and he cleared his throat.

“Oh, yeah? I thought it was for you to tell me that you were coming”

“No, I called you to tell you that I love you” I put my hand on my heart, and I was a teenager again.

“I love you too”.

“Alright, I’m almost there”

“Ok”. I looked at myself before running to the door. I liked this version of me. I was wearing a grey dress that made my waist look really tiny, my mom had nailed it. My makeup was actually very soft, a classy cat-eye and nudes. I was wearing stilettos, though it could’ve been a bad idea since I wasn’t quite sure of where we were going. My hair gently covered my shoulders. I heard the doorbell.

“Coming” I yelled. I looked in the eyehole even when I knew who it was. I smiled. It felt like our very first date. I opened before I whistle trying to flatter her elegant beauty. Chris was taller than me, even with my heels. Also, he was looking really, really good. He was wearing his dark blue jeans, white shirt and a jacket.

“Whoa” He said. “My god… you look… whoa” I walked towards him and I kissed him.

“Thank you, you look amazing, baby.” He kissed me again.

“You took my breath away, you know?” I lifted my eyebrow and laughed. “But I must say that I like you better naked. We should go, oh and…” he grabbed the kerchief in the air “you need to wear this.”


“I can’t tell you, baby” Chris repeated for the umpteenth time.

“Of course you can, you just don’t want to” I attacked. That was the truth. I didn’t know where we were. My eyes were covered by a bandage, I don’t even know why I agreed. Maybe because I had the persuasion of two deep blue eyes. When Chris told me that he had organized a surprise I didn’t expect this. Maybe I was waiting for a puppy, because that’s what he does. 

“Alright, sit”. He was still holding my hand, after we started to walk and climbing stairs, he ordered it.

“Can’t feel anything around” I murmured.

“That’s because there’s nothing in front of you” he stole a kiss and then I felt him walking away.

“Is this like a sophisticated kidnap? Why are you leaving? Chris?” I felt my heart beating fast, there wasn’t any noise, not even his steps away.

“Listen very carefully, nod if you understood” I did so “I’m right here, I’m not going to leave, nod”. By that moment, I was glad I had to nod because I didn’t know where my voice was. “You’re going to be quiet after you take off the fabric and you’re going to keep looking in front, you cannot, I repeat, you cannot move, understood?” I nodded and tried to sharpen the senses I had not been deprived yet. “After my count, you’ll remove it, alright?” I nodded “Do you know that I love you?” I did it again. “Ok, here we go, three, two, and one…” I took of the mask. I was by myself, there was a big screen and I was lighten by a spotlight.

“Chris?” I asked. The moment I said it, a movie started to roll. That was our movie, from the moment we met, to all the things we’ve done together. Tears were falling down my cheeks and I was smiling at the same time. In the end, there was a picture of us and a legend above “Our story will continue”.

“Chris?” I inquired again. Suddenly he appeared and started to make his way towards me.

“Hi”. He murmured.

“Hi, what’s this? What’s going on?” he knelt and I held my breath.

“This is a proposal, y/n. I know that you’re surprised so I guess we accomplished out mission. I wanted this to be very special for you, this is the place where we had our very first date, remember?” I nodded looking around. We were just walking and it started to rain, so we had to look for refuge in the old theater, which had been restructured by that moment. We actually broke into the place to be magnified by the beauty of the place. It was just… amazing, from the wood in the stage, to all the Victorian details in the whole theater. “You were shaking because of the rain, so I held you in my arms. You hesitated, but I convinced you. I realized of two things in that moment, that you weren’t like other woman and the second is that you were the one and for that reason you belonged there, in my arms. I’ve loved you since that moment, every single little thing of you, even the things that I shouldn’t love, I love. Today you said that it might seem to be your lucky day because everything you’ve done, but, to be honest, it was part of this proposal, your mom and sister helped me. They loved the idea and… joined me. And I just want to say that we can call it luck, but if it is luck, I want to tell you that I feel lucky every single day since I’m with you. I’m lucky to have you and know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, that I want us to have a family. You’re not the only one with luck, doll. I’m so lucky and I’ll be the luckiest man if you agree to be my wife, so… y/n, would you concede me the honor to be my wife? Will you marry me?” I was holding my tears, I nodded uncontrollably.

“Yes!” I said as I knelt with him and gave him a kiss, he reached my left hand and put a ring in my finger. I kissed him again and hugged him. Oh, God. I heard applauses and cheerful screaming. I looked back and saw a bunch of people, there was my family and his family, also some friends.

“Thought you’d like to share the news and celebrate”

“I love you so, so much” I said, before my mother ran into me and gave us a motherly hug. This was my perfect, lucky day, the one that I’d never forget.  

Day 2: Coffee Shop

The ‘I didn’t realize until after ordering that I have no means of payment, but someone nice picked up my tab and holy crap, they’re hot’-trope. Also: ‘Dammit, get back here I AM HITTING ON YOU’.

In short, nothing new. But hopefully still enjoyable. :)


“That’ll be $3.15, please.”

“Sure.” Anna matched the barista’s easy-looking grin with one of her own as she shoved one hand into the front pocket of her messenger bag– and blanched. “Uh, hang on.” A pat to her back pocket yielded no results, and the same went for the side pockets of the light jacket she was wearing. The admittedly cluttered inside of her bag also got a thorough - and increasingly hurried - search, but still without any proverbial needles turning up.

Of course, it wasn’t until after that thorough search - some two minutes later, which was a damn long time for a coffee shop order queue - that the image of her wallet hit her; resting peacefully on the counter. At home.

Shit. The blush was already crawling up her ears, and of course she had no change on her, either.

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Loyalties

“I am particularly well-informed about the wind vestal’s traveling companions. Sir Alternis provides me with the latest news,” Mahzer explained to her daughter, and it was more true than Edea could know. Alternis would visit the hospital to provide news to her; she would encourage him to not stick to only facts but vent something of his feelings, as he still had trouble expressing those.

She had heard his despair over Edea being tricked into aiding the wind vestal, though Mahzer was skeptical there was any such trickery going on now that her daughter stood before her, clear-eyed and strong-willed as ever, and having no doubt been the one to make the decision to make the side-trip to stop in potential enemy territory to visit her mother. Mahzer was impressed the wind vestal had even accompanied her inside the hospital: the poor dear was only a couple of years older than Edea and looked so nervous and scared, especially after Mahzer had made it clear she knew who the girl was.

Mahzer had also heard Alternis’ frustration over his own role in inadvertently saving the vestal’s first ally, the boy with mousy brown hair who now held the vestal’s hand and stood close to her to reassure her after the minor scare, but also watched both Mahzer and the door carefully. Well, if he was always so protective of the young woman, Mahzer could see why Alternis was frustrated, but she had already reassured Alternis that he had done the right thing in saving the boy’s life. It was always right to save a life, if possible. Circumstance and fate would spin their own webs, ones they had to navigate as best they could.

The wind vestal’s third traveling companion seemed to have become wrapped up in a web so tight, it had turned into a cocoon instead and transformed him.

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