#AND THEN SHE AND HER SISTER CAN SHARE CLOTHES AND STORIES AND . YEAH

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Listen... Billy is so trans man coded to me, and I think to turn him into a trans woman would also be cool.

But Kon LITERALLY had a comic pitched where she transitioned into a woman??? Like?

Skyrocket (Lara Kent), you're real to me, baby. I'll never forget you 😭😭😭

Vote to transition someone to a new gender!

[trashmouth-richie]

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 — eddie x fem reader (7.1k)

summary: 2011– your roommate drags you to a frat party and ditches the second she sees the guy she’s been fucking. left by yourself, you meet someone by accident, someone who isn’t in the fraternity 

warnings: smut, underage drinking, p in v, unprotected sex, grinding, dancing, eddie is trying to be cocky but he’s just awkward and silly

notes: i had a blast deep diving back into my hs and college days to reminisce with this. i hope if you were growing up during this time you can giggle along with me. love youuu oooh! also i hid some easter eggs in here (they’re not hidden at all)

The basement was steamy, and not in a ‘oh it’s a little warm in here but more like, every single person is drunk off their ass and the walls are sweating’kind of way.

College was everything you’d hoped it to be and more.

Your roommate, Kenzie was the type of girl who had an ‘open closet’ policy letting you wear her clothes almost more than your own. You weren’t too keen on sharing a dorm room with a girl you’ve never met before, but thankfully—you had gotten lucky. 

You had heard the horror stories from your older sister about her terrible roommate freshman year and you worried for most of the summer that you’d strike the same type of fortune. It wasn’t until you got a friend request on Facebook and a cheery little message : 

[Kenzie Walmen 2:07 PM: heyyyy roomie (;] 

that you knew you had nothing to worry about. 

She was from the west coast in sunny California, that bright western sky seeped deep into her personality. Kenz was sun kissed and bright haired, pretty ocean dipped eyes to give her the All-American type of aesthetic that most girls wished for. And maybe it was her laid back disposition, or her thrill for living it up and every hour of the day— that landed you here tonight at Delta Kappa Sigma. 

It wasn’t your scene.

You weren’t shy or new to getting drunk, you had even been so brave to take the occasional hit from a homemade bong in your neighbors dorm a few times, but the frat parties were known for their out of control Project X style of getting shitfaced. 

And something about guys with too much testosterone and too much Adidas cologne made your skin crawl and not in a good way. 

“Prints always look weird on me,” you grumble into the mirror eyeing your curves in a leopard lace tank top and black skirt, “is it too much?” 

Kenzie adjusts her off-the-shoulder top, adding a bit of shimmer powder to her exposed shoulder, “absolutely not, if anything it’s not enough.” Neon feathers decorate her bouncy curled hair as she eyes you in the mirror, “add that silver chunky necklace, and you’ll look bomb.” 

She was right, the necklace really pulled the entire look together, and if it were Halloween weekend you could even pass as a Spice Girl or maybe Snookie. 

“Sooo, is Steve gonna be there tonight?” You ask elongating the vowels in the aforementioned name, followed by some kissy faces and porn worthy moans. 

Kenzie rolls her eyes, a dusting of pink warming her cheeks, “yeah… about that. He said he has a “surprise” for me when I get there, so if I disappear, I’m just with him, okay?” 

“Wait wait wait—” you protest, holding a death grip clutch on a bottle of UV blue. “We aren’t even at the party yet and you’re already planning on ditching me?” 

— 

And that’s what got you here, a little more than drunk, holding a piss warm Green apple flavored Four Loko to your mouth, leaning against the corner basement wall in hopes to maybe disappear, wishing you were anywhere but in this cesspool of basement. 

The “DJ” (a frat guy wearing neon glasses with bars across them, scrolling through an ipod and a playlist more than likely named ‘Get Crunk’) was playing Kid Cudi, again. Everyone was screaming along to the chorus like he personally wrote it for them and their experience at college. A headache was brewing behind your eyes as the beat thumped loudly into your chest and radiated to your temples. 

Kenzie left almost immediately upon arriving. Swooped up and tossed over the broad shoulder of Steve the minute he answered the door. You laughed and shook your head, imagining how she was probably face down in navy cum stained sheets by now. 

The hours she spent on her hair and makeup went to waste, only being seen by the dead catalog eyes of Playboy’s finest from their pinned positions on the walls of Steve’s shared bedroom. 

Another sip from the overly carbonated beverage has you shuddering, the fiery ripple of fruit flavored [vomit] alcohol scouring through you like lava, causing your face to screw into a disgusted look.

How can people drink this shit? 

Your bladder screams at you to break the seal, demanding to find relief, immediately. The black lights were zero help in disguising if there were any doors that might lead into a bathroom. Pushing from the wall and taking the last hot sip from your drink, you navigate your way to the stairs. 

A table holding lone solo cups in formation from a forgotten beer pong game is now the proud owner of your empty can.

Weaving through the jungle of fist pumping douchelords and tipsy sorority girls making out for risqué facebook pics labeled [*~Freshman Y3ar!~*] you finally emerge from the sweaty pits of fraternity hell and climb the beer stained steps to the main floor. 

The monotonous beat from the music thumped a little less loudly up here, as if the noise was absorbed by the maroon colored carpeting and the oak cabinets in the foyer. 

The house was dated, decorated with a clash of orangey dark wood mixed with emeralds, dark reds and gold. As if this house was based out of Tuscany instead of midwest nowhere— complete with the rubbery fake fruit and vines that stood solely to collect dust. 

You had never been here before and didn’t know where in the hell to start looking to find the bathroom, and like Alice, you figured you might as well try every door knob in this type of Wonderland. 

The first door you peeked into looked like it was a formal dining room, but instead sat a television on the great oval table blasting obnoxiously loud as a pornstar moaned ripples of “pleasure” through her pink pout. Above her was an extremely tanned guy rocking a set of hard abs, thrusting in a slow rhythm that didn’t match her orgasm. 

A snicker slips from your lips and you gently pull the door closed with a small click, loud whoops and whistling from what you could only assume were a couple of frat guys erupt behind the door.

Watching porn together. 

You’ll have to add that to your growing list of things you didn’t know about the brotherhood behind a fraternity. 

The second door looked more hopeful as it was adjacent to the kitchen area. Upon nearly peeing down your leg, you were shocked stupid when you yanked the door open to find a closet housed with cleaning supplies. 

What the fuck? 

How could a frat house not have a bathroom? 

Your bladder squeezed in on itself and you were certain you couldn’t hold it any longer. Just short of giving up on this quest of relief and going back to your dorm, a gaggle of girls run down the steps leading to the top floor, where you could only assume the bedrooms were. 

“…why are frat bathrooms always so fucking dirty?!” 

Bingo.

Hustling up the never ending carpeted stairs, your bladder was on the brink of exploding as you shoved past a wooden door with a paper sign that read, “no jerking off in the shower!! pipes are clogged!” 

Your sandals clapped along the sea foam tiles floors as you slipped into one of the many metal stall doors. With a swift hike of your skirt up to your middle and pull of your panties, you were finally able to pee. 

A choir of angels sang the HallelujahHallelejuah chorus as you went and you sighed in relief that you had made it. 

“..yeah yeah, okay asshole,” a loud voice sounded from just outside the bathroom door frame, “you still owe me from last time,” the voice now echoed as it hit against the tiles and cement block walls, “no, payment is cold hard cash buddy, I don’t care if you have to dip into your trust fund.”  

A pair of black docs stomp into the tiled bathroom, nearing the stall you were in. There's no way he’ll come to this stall. 

“Tell daddy that you need more money for polos or Jordan’s— I really don’t give a fuck, but you need to pay the fuck up.” 

But as fate would have it…and in your hurry to get to the toilet before pissing all over yourself… and forgetting to lock the door in your haste… the stall door swings wide open— revealing a very bottomless you, to a pair of very wide dark, deer-in-the-headlight eyes. 

A beat that feels like an eternity passes, his hand is choked against his belt in a yank to unthread it, his phone wedged between his shoulder and ear. Your hands fly to cover yourself the best you can, panties still at your ankles, skirt still around your midsection. 

It’s all yells and screams with this random guy stumbling over himself dropping his phone on the ground and spewing, “Shit! Sorry! Sorry!” and you yelling for him to shut the fucking door already. 

His apologies don’t stop as he pulls the door closed, and from the other side of it as you pull up your underwear and adjust your skirt. 

“I swear! I didn’t think anyone was in there! I promise!” 

Your face burns in embarrassment as you contemplate melting into the floor and becoming one with the poorly aimed piss stains and the dirty grout. As good as that sounds you still have to leave, you still have to pass the guy who just saw your bare vag and you still have to navigate your way out of here. 

His phone lays face down on the floor, and you pray it isn’t broken for his sake. You pick it up, flipping it over to see that it scathed by with just a fine crack from one corner to another. His screen saver is a picture of a group of guys in a skatepark in the dark, smoke billowing thickly to cover their faces as they stand on the boards, the one with dark longer hair is shirtless, and painted with tattoos. 

“Shit,” you breathe quietly, “your phone is cracked.” 

You can see the shadows of his feet pacing back and forth but when you speak they stop, “oh..,” he mumbles, clearing his throat a bit, “umm, yeah, no biggie it was broke like that already.” 

“You sure?” 

“Yeah— hey, if you wanna slide that under the door I can um, let you ..ahem.. finish up in there.” 

Shit. Duh he needed his phone, and you were just holding it hostage in here as your shame hung thickly in the air. God this might really couldn’t get any fucking worse.

A deep breath in through your nose, you fake a mask of confidence and open the stall door. 

You hadn’t gotten a good look at him when he barged in on you, but now in the fluorescent dust covered light you dared to look a little longer at him. 

Long locks of honeyed brown locks fell onto the tops of his shoulders, covered with a green plaid flannel that hung open showing his neck and a flick of dark lines from a tattoo hidden under a black band tank top. His eyes were just as brown, round and flocked with a grove of thick lashes. Clearly he was the shirtless one in his background picture. 

He smiled sheepishly, pulling his jaw taunt as he averted his gaze to the toe of his boots, noticing your hand stretched out before him to give him back his phone, he glanced at your face, skimming his hand over your palm.

“Thanks— uh…” he started, shifting his weight to lean back against the many rows of sinks, “sorry again, I promise I don’t normally walk in on ladies using the facilities.” 

His eyes met yours and you instantly felt a heat run to your throat, his lips were impossibly plump as he drew them into a tight smirk. 

Fuck are those dimples? Of course they were. God he’s so pretty. 

You smile, “normal people lock the stall, but I was in a hurry… well I was lost!” you exclaim in a huff, fully hands on hips annoyed, “why the fuck would the bathroom be on the top floor?” 

You asked him incredulously like he should know. But on second thought…

“uhh… I dunno,” he shrugs, sliding his phone into the front pocket of his light wash colored jeans, not even looking at the broken screen as he leaned back again, “I’m not exactly an architect.”  

“But you live here?” you question, turning on the sink to wet your hands, “haven’t they ever thought of putting even a half bath on the main floor?” 

He rumbles out a laugh that makes your cheeks tingle, your buzz still in full force, “nah, you got it all wrong, I’m not a member of the ��fraternity brotherhood of Alpha Mega Steroid’”, he jokes with air quotes, smiling wide when your lips tick up at the ends. “But I am a frequent guest, of sorts…”

This guy seemed to be one of those people who can make a nun blush, witty and dripping with a sexual charm that radiated from him like a ray of fucking sunshine. And fuck that grin of his. You’re in trouble. 

“Ahh, okay,” you banter back easily, shaking your hands to dry them since there were no paper towels in sight, “which one is your boyfriend? Let’s see I know.. Kyle? I think is his name, reddish hair, kinda feminine hands, or are you fucking Steve because I gotta say, I think my roommate might be giving you a run for your money right now.” 

Eddie’s eyes light up, a quirk in his brow as he asks, “Blonde girl? Kinda naive, head over heels for that mop of perfectly styled hair? Shit, what’s her name…Kelly? Kitten? She’s your roommate?” 

Of course he would know her, Kenzie knows everyone, and seems to leave a kind of impression on people that you envied. As bright as she shined, you were the shadow behind her. 

“Yeah,” you say, not hiding your annoyance, remembering how you got into this predicament in the first place. 

Eddie looks just as pissed as you’re feeling, “Oh, Stevie boy and I will be having words later on his lack of tact. They’re the reason why I was out wondering the halls like a fuckin’ ghost in a haunted mansion.” 

He takes note that you’re in the same boat he’s in but in your case, it’s a little worse, being a girl alone in a frat house never ends well. 

“I’m Eddie, uhh…designated dealer,” he says in almost a whisper, “for the deep pocketed asshoels full of daddy’s money.”

You connect a few dots, realization hitting hard in your frontal lobe from conversations you’ve kind of listened to from Kenzie about Steve. 

“Ahh, okay… now that you mention it, Kenz has talked about you before. You’re Steve’s old friend, Munson? I thought she meant like a forty year old or something.”

He laughs, loud and belly rolling like, “nah, minus a twenty from that. Steve and I are just close friends ‘s all… and no, not boyfriends.” 

You laugh then, all bubbly and light hearted that has his own skipping beats. Saying your name, he repeats it, a little grin on his face that he tries to hide, “mm that’s cute.” 

“Cute?” you question, an eyebrow raised as you fold your arms in on themselves, poking a hip out. 

“Yeah… cute,” he says standing fully and peering down at you, “your name is very fitting for you.” 

You roll your eyes playfully at his flirty words. Even though your stomach is somersaulting at the way his eyes seem to drip from heaven when he looks at you, your cheeks heating beneath his gaze.

“Is this the part where we exchange our hometowns and majors, because I’d rather get run over than do that right now.” 

Eddie chuckles, “oh yeah, well I’m actually here on an athletic scholarship.” 

“Really?” you question, eyebrows cocked in disbelief. 

“Yes!” Eddie jokes back, trying to bite back a smile, “if you must know it’s for Tennis, but please don't bother me for an autograph. I'm just trying to be a normal guy tonight.” 

“Noted.” You giggle, admiring the way this banter is coming so easily, maybe it was the liquid courage taking over or the fact that he was actually fun to talk to— either way, this night is starting to take a turn for the better.

“So, what does a Tennis star/designated rich boy drug dealer usually do at these kinds of things besides bursting in on girls using the bathroom?” 

He smiles, dipping his chin and looking at you through those impossibly thick lashes. Pushing off the sink he asks, “Sell a little here and there, sometimes dip into my own stash…what do you usually do at these things?” 

“Well,” you tease, twisting on the ball of your foot and heading towards the door out to the hallway, “I’m not usually at these things.”

“Ohh my god,” Eddie preens in his best valley girl/ Kourtney Kardashian impression, “you’ve never been to frat party!?” 

You smile, at his stupid joke, “Noo, I haven’t actually. Kenzie drug me out for a little pick me up after we bombed our History midterm, to…y’know— live it up— YOLO, all that.”

“Okay okay, letting off some steam after the stress of class, I get it...school was never a cake walk for me either.” 

“Yeah! But then your friend snatched her up, and since I don’t know anyone here… I was doing a very impressive wall flower guise, until my bladder interrupted that… and then a guy barged in on me in the bathroom.” 

Eddie stalks towards you, his eyes roving over your body, “Well… now you know me, soo Miss Lady Wallflower,” he cracks, “shall we descend to the basement and keep this party going?” 

His infectious smile stretches wide, practically ear to ear and you find yourself grinning just as wide, trying to twist your lips to at least hide your enthusiasm a little bit but goddamn— something about the way those dimples compliment the fucking christmas twinkle in his eyes.. ugh. 

He was trouble. The kind you had always craved but never dabbled in. But when in Rome…

“Lead the way.”

—

Eddie had made a pit stop in the large kitchen before returning to the basement. 

“Now sweetheart,” he purred, fishing around the shelves, of a pantry, moving cans of food and bags of chips, “I didn’t plan on drinking more tonight, but I’m not gonna let you drink by your— aha!” 

Eddie stands upright, brandishing a large box of saltine crackers. Your eyebrows furrow in response and he bows low, puts his hand inside the box, “I present to you, Stevie’s not so secret hiding spot,” pulling out his hand, his fingers are wrapped around a bottle of Burnett’s Vodka.  

Your eyes widen with devilish glee as you smirk, “how did you know it’d be there?” 

Eddie unscrews the cap and puts it to his lips for a long six second pull. 

You weren’t watching the way his throat bobbed and gulped when he swallowed each burning swig. Nope, not at all. You definitely weren’t memorizing each valley of cords and muscles as a single drop fell to his sharp chin and jaw. Never, not you!

And you weren’t holding your breath right along with him only breathing when those fucking glorious thick lips popped clean from the mouth of that bottle… his lips shiny from the bitter alcohol like a gloss you desperately need to lick clean. Yeah… no. that was not you…

So it’s only fitting when he speaks hoarsely and clears his throat that you are snapped back to the moment, your core keeping its own pulse. 

“He’s been keeping vodka in the same box in a food pantry since we were in high school, guy is the most unoriginal bastard I know,” he shrugs, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, and you can’t help but almost pout in the wasted opportunity. 

His eyes meet yours and they look just as hungry as you were feeling. He smirks crookedly and you practically flatline from the depth those molasses colored eyes hold. He moved first, inching towards you like a wolf stalking its prey, your pretty chapstick smile daring him to come closer. 

But the fuse between you is snuffed out cold as a crying girl erupts from the basement steps, her gaggle of friends helping calm her down as they leave the house. 

Eddie shakes his head and clears his throat as if he was just as bothered by you as you were of him. Turning towards the fridge he asks, “I’m sure they’ve got some Sunny D you can chase this with if that’s cool?” 

—

The basement proved to be in the same situation you had left it in: hot, sweaty, sticky. 

“Fuck,” Eddie breathes hotly behind you, loud enough to hear him above the music, “it’s like a furnace down here, no wonder that girl was crying.”

You lead him to the corner you were tucked in before, your drink still sitting on the beer pong table. By the way he is standing you can tell that this really isn’t his scene either, but after a while of passing the vodka and orange juice back and forth between you, he seems to loosen up a bit. His shoulders relax as his back leans against the wall next to you. 

Eddie’s words slurring together as his stories became more and more animated, and you giggle along, never taking your eyes off of him. Completely enamored. 

Your stomach burned with a flurry of butterflies when a few of his clients came up to him to buy, each more nervous than the next. Eyeing you suspiciously, questioning if you were some sort of a narc. 

Eddie stepped ahead of you, his shoulders squared and chest out to casually announce that you were cool and were with him. 

You didn’t know that he was waiting for you to object to it, to shove away from him and call him a pig for even assuming that you’d ever be seen with the likes of him besides in the dark, but you never did. 

Hours pass and the music just gets worse. Wiz Khalifa starts singing about colors and Eddie looks at the crowd of people grinding and rolls his eyes. 

The alcohol has you feeling tingly, a buzzing of flirtation sparks your blood and you are closer to Eddie than ever, the smell of his musky cologne and laundry detergent invade you.

Like any drunk girl, you start getting antsy, a little more touchy, and a lot more feely. Standing around isn’t cutting it anymore and you want to move, toss your hair back to some cheesy song, want to feel those hands you’ve been staring at all night run along your body as your hips move against him. 

Running your forefinger along the inside seam of Eddie’s flannel shirt, you look up at him through your lashes. 

“I’m assuming you’re not one to dance to a club remix?” 

Eddie watches your finger stroke up and down, your knuckles barely grazing his abdomen, but the small touch sending electricity to his spine. 

He leans into you, following your lead and pinching the hem of your skirt between his large fingers “you’d assume correct, the music I listen to is a little more head bangy than this.” 

“So,” you say coyly, pulling him towards you just a fraction more, “what you’re really saying is that you can’t dance.” 

Eddie scoffs, throwing his head back, his throat sticky with sweat and the hair by his ears wet and curling into ringlets, “oh I can dance my ass off honey, taught Channing Tatum everything he knows.” 

His hands find your hips, and you almost lose the little bit of confidence you have gained when the warmth of them seeps through your shirt, his blunt nails skimming your skin in small strokes.

“Do these little white lies masked as dorky ass pickup lines work for you?” Your hands are on his chest now, the black light illuminating each letter of his Deftones shirt to sparkle like snow beneath your fingers. 

“I don’t know,” he whispers into your ear, pulling you tight against him so your chest is pressed into his, “you tell me.” 

The music changes and a throwback song  

comes on, one you haven’t heard in years. 

“Guess you’ll have to show me those moves, because in typical drunk girl fashion… this is my song!” 

You grab Eddie’s hand and stomp to the middle of the floor, pulling him along with you until you’re shoulder to shoulder with other drunk and sweaty college kids. 

“Get low?” Eddie asks from behind you, his mouth dangerously close to the shell of your ear as his hands land heavy on your hips, “seriously?” 

Leaning your head back so your lips could reach him you talk loud enough just so he can hear you, “stop talking and fucking dance with me already.” 

“Goddamn…” he groans when you finally push your body fully back into him. 

It’s sloppy and horribly uncoordinated the way your drunken hips move beneath his hands. You’re both swaying along with the music, trying like hell to match the rhythm of everyone else around you. But in the tiny square footage you have in this cluster fuck of a space, Eddie has all the right moves. 

His palms are pressing you tighter into him, making sure you can feel just how hard he is, how hard you are making him. 

Courage and a few prom night dances under your belt have you dropping low and coming up slow, your skirt fanning out the tiniest bit as your knees are bent to the ground.

And Eddie is practically thanking God himself when you run the fattest part of your ass up his body, on the bunched denim by his shins, skimming the barely there fabric of your skirt against the hole in his knee, and finally up where he desperately needs your body the most. 

When you come back up he moves your hair from the side of your neck, his lips puckering around your earlobe as he nibbles lightly, “spin around so I can see you.” 

He groans again when you shake your head and laugh at his dismay, as much as he is turned on and bothered you are too, but the power of keeping him like this, teasing him with your body— turned you on even more. 

You snake your hands upwards seductively, landing daintily at the nape of his neck, twirling the wet tendrils of curls round and round pulling gently. Eddie hisses through his teeth, his hands roaming freely from your hips to your ribcage running them along the length of your sides, bruisingly hard. 

One minute you’re facing away from him, eyes closed in pleasure as he roves over your body, his lips pressed to your neck, and in the next he’s spinning you around so that you’re face to face— eyes locked on eachother, the heat and the alcohol and the endorphins are too much to handle. 

Your once labored breathing snuffs out to nothing when he leans in with licked lips his eyes fixated on your mouth. Standing. Staring. Staring and standing. You’ve had enough of this cat and mouse game. 

“Fucking kiss me alrea—”

His mouth with its plush pillow lips slam into you. He tastes like tart orange juice and a bite of alcohol. Like the way a summer day would taste if it were bottled up. He licks into your mouth and you whine for more of him, clutching onto his neck and pulling him further into you. 

When you break for air it’s loud, smacking lips and lapping tongues, tilting your heads to line up perfectly. When you twist yours again, Eddie holds onto your neck angling it just so with a glint of trouble in those whiskey eyes as he dives into the supple skin at the column of your throat. 

Sucking, swirling— his tongue is hot against you and you’re clutching onto his shoulders, your nails digging into the pilling fabric like he was the only thing keeping you Earthbound. 

You wiggle in his arms, squealing and whining out but he’s holding you tightly against him, moaning words into your neck that you can’t hear above the music. Then he’s on your mouth again, working you into a fit. His big veiny hands move along your back, grabbing your ass softly, then work up to wrap in your hair or lightly scratch at the inch of skin between your skirt and your tank top. 

Doing your own little damage to him, his shirt is shoved up over his chest, your fingernails trailing down his tattooed skin. A rise of goosebumps following in their tracks, and he stops kissing you to suck in a breath, your smile on his lips as you laugh and he whispers a breathy ‘fuuuuck’. 

Your fingers trail down to his waist band, tickling his skin as you suggest an idea with your eyes, one that you’re certain he would understand.

“C’mon,” he mouths, gesturing his chin to the exit as he slowly begins to pull you from the dance floor, up the stairs and into the kitchen area.

Eddie knew what he wanted. Knew it the second you walked out of that stall with that sweet fucking smile on your lips, shy and coy when he called your name cute, like you weren’t at all used to the type of attention he was giving.

And maybe you didn’t want this with him. Maybe you were a: ‘fuck-me-in-the-dark-so-I-won’t-be-embarrassed-by-being-seen-with-you’ type of girl, but you did dance with him, you laughed at his stupid jokes, stuck by him almost all night, but still he needed to be sure. 

He thought maybe in the brighter light you’d change your mind about what you wanted, what you needed from him, but you surprise him when you cling to his side, going up the steps, and backing into a wall pulling him with you by his shirt needily when you reach the top.

“D’ you uh..wanna get outta here?” he slurs, almost sleepily, his bangs fucked up beyond belief, his hair drenched and sticky with sweat and humidity, lips swollen red.

“My dorm isn’t far,” you say, looking up at him through your lashes running your finger along the waist of his jeans, “across campus.” 

Eddie chuckles, “fuck…” he sweeps a thumb over your pouted lips, groaning as he bites his own. “I’d crawl to fuckin’ Alaska for these, honey.” 

Your cheeks burn sweetly from his inebriated compliments. And even though you’re tipsy and so is he, you feel an odd sort of comfort with him—one you haven’t experienced before. 

“Let’s go then,” you whisper into his ear, “I want you inside me.” 

That did it for him. 

Eddie was all but running with you across the campus green, but not before taking off his long sleeved shirt and placing it over your shoulders murmuring how it was freezing and you’d probably get sick. 

Your combined laughter ricocheted off concrete forums and neatly trimmed grass. Passing by the fancy Chemistry Lab building, the Art Museum, the Med School and finally to your painted black brick dorm building: “Wheeler Hall” 

“Here’s home,” you sing out, placing your key into the door and pulling on the steel handle. 

The Wheeler Dorms were the newest addition to the college town. Named after a family that was killed in an accident back in the 80’s or something… you didn’t really remember what happened. 

The side door you had come in through was closest to your room, 011, on the first floor, again, the universe being kind to you. 

“Never been here before,” Eddie said looking around with wide eyes, “any of the dorms actually.” 

You smiled upon unlocking your room and entering, hanging up your keys on the command strip hooks by the door. Whatever confidence he had back at the party is now deflated a bit once he realizes just how different the two of you are. What the hell was he doing here? You’re in college, he’s only here because he deals. 

“Uhh..?” he questions, eyeing the lofted bed, “you know I was joking about being an athlete, right?” 

You giggle and toss your purse onto the futon, “relax, that’s Kenzie’s bed, mine is the shorter one.” 

“Oh thank fuck,” he practically sings letting out an over exaggerated sigh as he plops down on your futon, eyeing the leopard throw blanket, “I may look like a suave Casanova but I’m about as agile as Mr. Bean.” 

Laughter fills the room and you click on a lamp throwing the room into a cozy ambience as you slip off your sandals and sit on your bed, leaning forward, “you’re way hotter than him.” 

Eddie blushes a bubble gum pink sheen, using his still damp and unruly hair to cover his face, “keep being sweet on me see where it gets you.” 

“Is that supposed to be a threat, or a promise?”

“Oh baby, I don’t make threats, not to a girl that’s like you.” 

“Like me?” 

“Yeah you,” he deadpans, standing up and waltzing towards your bed, crowding you in, “funny, sexy, and by some greater power— digs me… at least I hope.” 

“I’m not the type of girl to bring a guy back to my place, Eddie,” you nearly whisper, putting a finger into his dangling necklace and pulling him forward, “you’d be the first.” 

Eddie places his hands next you on the bed, “like your first? Or just here in college first, I’m cool with either I just— are you sure you want this? I can leave if y—”

Cutting him off you kiss him, but not like the heavy kisses earlier when you two were making out like you were each other's oxygen masks, this one is sweet, like melted  sugar on Eddie’s tongue. 

“You talk too much,” you say with a warm smile, wrapping a finger around his curled ends of hair, “no more of that, just kiss me.” 

“Yes ma’am.” 

Eddie wraps his arm around your waist and shifts you up further into the bed, laying your head on a pillow his body pressed into yours. He takes his time with you, kissing your lips then your jaw, working his way down your neck to where the bruises he’s already sucked into your skin were painted. 

Your moans and little breathy sighs have him hard against his zipper, his hips bucking into the tiny fabric of your panties that’s covering up that sweet pussy he got a glimpse of earlier. 

His shirt is somewhere on the floor, you had pried it off of him between locked lips and groans of having to move your lips from his that earned you a throaty laugh from him and the sexiest eyes that drove into you with an intense ferocity. 

He lowers further down your body, kissing every inch, moving your tank top out of the way to eye your orange bra, his mouth between your cleavage, moaning about how orange is now his favorite color. 

Eddie’s everywhere all at once, a hand traveling up and down your thigh, from the crux of your knee to the waistband of your skirt, the other hand is popping your tits out from that new found favorite colored bra of his —smiling wickedly at your peaked nipples. 

You moan lustful bliss as his tongue circles each one, giving equal attention to both, “you like that?” he asks.

“Feels so good,” you whine, “more, please.” 

Eddie smirks with your nipple between his teeth, “don’t have to ask me twice.” 

You weren’t a virgin, but holy shit you felt as if you had never had sex before, well never sex like this. Eddie teased you with his fingers, his thumb rubbing your clit while his fingers pumped inside of you, each curling inward towards a place nobody has reached before. 

He groaned with his bottom lip tucked between his sharp bite rubbing his achy cock through his jeans when you pushed your skirt down laying there in a matching orange lacey thong, bedazzled on the hips. 

“Would it be corny if I say you look like a Goddess?” he asks sheepishly, pinching the stretching fabric around your hips, “because… wow.” 

You bite your finger as if you were really thinking hard on this, hiding a smile, “you’re too much, Munson.”

“Too much?” he scoffs, pulling down your panties and settling himself between your legs, “you haven’t even seen my dick yet.”

You sit up, tits out and naked from the waist down, “well by all means, show me.”

“Greedy girl,” Eddie smirks, “did you bring me here just to get me naked? I’m appalled!” 

You move to your knees, sitting upright a bit so your face is level with his. You kiss him softly, moving to his neck and sucking just right to pull those deep moans from him that make your knees shake. 

Feather light touches skate along the expanse of his chest, working down down down until you’re undoing his belt, thumbing open the button on his jeans and yanking down his zipper.  

When your hand slides between him and his boxer briefs,  Eddie hisses, watching you pump him slow and tight. The feel of your smooth palm against his velvety shaft makes him almost cum right there and then, it’s been awhile since the last time. 

But you’re not hesitating or questioning yourself and he isn’t either. It’s almost fluid like a rocking wave the way Eddie lays you down, a team effort to swiftly shove down his jeans so you can finally feel eachother where the desperation is needed most. 

Legs hiked over his hips, he lines himself up with your gummy slicked entrance. It’s a deep and achy stretch for you, a vice grip for him. The lazy gasping moans you both emit are drawn out, yours practically breathless. 

“Holy fuck,” you breath into his mouth as he peppers you with kisses. He drags his hips out at a measured pace, pushing in just as unhurriedly, enjoying the way your body adjusts, cuffing him like a glove. 

Eddie breaks away from your lips to watch your bodies join together, moaning your name as he presses his forehead on yours collecting your mouth with his. 

“Shit…This okay?” he asks earnestly, nipping at your ear. 

You nod in gasping silence, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he speeds up. Your hands are skimming down his bareback, pressing him further into you with every thrust, begging him for more. 

He snakes a hand between you, rubbing circles in your puffy clit as he thrusts harder, trying to get you there before he loses all control. “Want you to feel good sweetheart, fuck— keep making those pretty little noises, you’re squeezin’ the hell outta me.” 

And he does. You cum hard around him, your walls fluttering and pulsing so fast you practically black out from the mixed pleasure of his fingers rubbing your clit and his cock stuffed in deep. 

His name falls from your lips in tiny little whines and he bucks into you a hard and final time before he groans, holding onto your headboard for support as he’s bottoming out, stringing rope after rope of hot spend inside of you. 

“Baby,” he whispers, “God—” he stops cold, realizing what he just did and what he didn’t do. “Oh shit, fuck fuck fuck! I didn’t pull out, I'm sorry! I’m so fucking sorry!

You laugh wickedly, your body shaking beneath him at his worried panicked face. 

He’s a babbling, out-of-breath mess, “’s not funny! I just got caught up in the moment and you felt so fucking good and I’m still a little dru—”

“Eddie, it’s fine,” you say, holding his cheeks with both hands squishing them together so his lips pucker like a fish, “I’m on the pill.” 

His face is still squished together when he speaks, “oh, well… okay.” 

“You’re fine,” you coo, coaxing him down from the ledge of regret and self hatred, “I—” you lean up and kiss him square on the mouth, licking into it and sliding your tongue against his, “I liked it.” 

His eyebrows disappear into his bangs and before he can open his mouth to speak you’re pulling him onto you kissing him deep and needy. 

The two of you end the night that way, him holding you, your hands in his hair, kissing so much your lips are chapped— never getting enough. Legs entangled together like a weaved basket. You fall asleep before he does, your little huffed breathing making his skin damp as you curl further into his chest. 

Wonder if Verizon is open tomorrow? He thinks when he remembers that his phone is definitely broke from it landing on the bathroom floor—but he’d never tell you that. 

He also wouldn’t tell you how he was supposed to go back to Steve’s tonight because they were leaving to see another old friend in California for the weekend— or how they needed to be at the airport by 2 AM for a 4 AM flight.  — or that Eddie was Steve’s ride because he lost his license in July. 

Nope.

He wouldn’t tell you any of it. None of that seemed to matter when you were sleeping so cute on his chest like that. 

When late morning comes you’re at it again, this time you’re riding him on the futon, slow like a twangy country song his hands rocking your hips. When you both finish you drag him to the showers, pumping some expensive shampoo into his hair and giggling when you tell him to be quiet so you won’t get caught. 

Steve called Eddie’s phone all night, and all morning, sending duplicate texts of rage, wondering where the fuck he had gone. 

Eddie silences the last call from Steve as you’re getting dressed, wearing a black pair of yoga pants and a zip up hoodie. He smiles when you offer to comb his hair, grabbing your wrist to pull you onto his lap kissing behind your ear. 

His voice is low, soothingly sweet and minty from your toothpaste as he asks, “can I take you to breakfast?” 

[folkloure]

⭑.ᐟ roomates!pb&jj au

#7 - the one where johnny has a date:

summary: johnny is getting ready for a date. bob has opinions on his outfit (and on his love life).

warnings: very brief mentions of domestic abuse and drug usage (in regards of bob's childhood). it's a shorter one this time! friendly reminder that english is not my first language. please don't copy or repost anywhere.

Bob stands next to Johnny’s bed, his eyebrows furrowed, deep in concentration. 

“What do we think about the white shirt and the beige sweater with the dark blue jeans?”

Johnny looks back and forth between the two clothing pieces. “Yeah… With the white shoes?” Bob nods. Johnny opens a face splitting grim and hugs Bob tightly, then holds his face with both hands. “Oh, yeah! It’s perfect, Bob! Thank you!”

Bob’s face feels flushed, not very used to Johnny’s big displays of affection. He looks down and sits back on Johnny’s bed. “Remind me again where are you taking her?”

“The Italian restaurant behind Baxter.”

Bob shakes his head, left and right. “Never heard of it.”

“It’s a nice place. Been there a couple times.” Johnny smiles, “Good food, very intimate. Great for dates.”

“Also never heard of those.” Bob chuckles, then immediately feels embarrassed. “I’m joking.”

“I believe you, bud.” Johnny looks up from the clothes he was now folding and offers him a sympathetic smile, but Bob’s starting to learn how to read their roommates’ faces – he sees a hint of mischief in Johnny’s face. Before he can say anything, Johnny follows up. “You’re still charming young teachers left and right.”

“Oh, not you too!” Bob grabs one of Johnny’s pillows, throwing it at him and hearing his boisterous laugh. Bob swears he's never sharing his secrets with Joaquin ever again, though he knows he will. “I’m not charming her! We’re coworkers! We– You know what? I’m not discussing this with you.”

“What? Why?” Bob sees Johnny’s smile turning downward.

“Johnny, I don’t think I’d like tips from someone who’s having your third first date this week–”

“Hey! This month!”

“Yeah, and it’s the tenth!”

Johnny exhales, throwing a shirt at Bob, who simply grabbed it, folding and putting it on top of a growing pile. 

“Don’t slutshame me.”

“I’m not! I’m saying you’re too difficult!”

And that he was. He could see it too, how easy it was for him to fall head over heels with someone, just for him to be thrown off by the most insignificant things. 

“What was it with the blonde girl from the coffee shop the other day? Morgan?”

“Megan.”

“Yeah, and you didn’t like her because…?”

Johnny scrunched his face, remembering how Joaquin tore him a new one when he told him about it, two weeks ago. “I, uh… I didn’t like the way she pronounced latte.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“I know! I know, okay?” He kept folding his shirts, this time more erratically. “It’s annoying, and it sucks! But what can I do? My parents loved each other, so I have awfully great expectations!” Johnny yaps, then stops, looking at Bob like an awfully sad thought just popped into his head. “Sorry, Bobby, I- I didn’t mean it as–”

“Oh, god no! It’s okay, just cause my dad sucked doesn’t mean all dads do. Love that for you, man.”

Johnny feels weird moving past it. Bob never really talks much about his family, so he knows what Joaquin has told them back when they were moving in – Bob and his mom ran away from his abusive dad. Something about heavy drugs and an accident. He never pries, he waits until Bob is ready to share the whole story with them. For now, he gets glimpses of a life where love seems to be scarce. He feels wrong complaining about his own abundance of it, even if it was cut shortly. 

Bob must see right through his face, cause he ushers Johnny to keep talking. “I’m serious, go on!”

“I, uh, my–” He cleans his throat, rewiring. “My sister too. She got married a few years ago. To Reed.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. And he’s like, really good to her.” Johnny says in a lower tone. He doesn’t often dwell in his built fondness for his brother-in-law. Reed calls it “words of aggravation”, Johnny’s particular love language – He’s distant and cold until he actually starts to like you. Then he becomes a menace. “They love each other so much. And they've been together for so long, you know?"

Bob nods, allowing him to gather his thoughts. Johnny offers him an embarrased laugh, questioning how unreasonable it might sound. "So yeah... Poor me, having high standards for love.” 

“I don’t think it’s a bad thing to have standards, Johnny.” Bob gets up from the bed, putting a hand on Johnny’s left shoulder to offer him some comfort. “Just don’t let these standards ruin the prospect of meeting someone who’s real nice, kay?” 

Johnny shrugs. “Guess so.”

“I’ll leave you to get ready. Don’t be late!”

–

Peter jumped from the sudden door slam. He looks back from the couch where he was dozing off to find Johnny throwing his keys on the kitchen table.

“You’re home early.” Peter says, looking quizzically at Johnny. “I thought you had a date?”

“I did.” Johnny says quickly, never once turning to Peter’s direction. He knew something was up. Again. 

“Okay, what dumb thing was it this time?”

Johnny let out a big sigh, desperate. “Peter, I swear she was such a picky eater!”

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[whoopsyeahokay]

October Sun

summary: things had gone from weird to worse in a matter of seconds. it'd seemed all your secrets had decided to reveal themselves to Wally without so much as considering how you'd feel about it. you'd guessed that was the price you'd had to pay for your choice to share yourself with a member of Split River High's Afterlife Support Group.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence. very involved, very dense plot.

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.10

You were six, sitting on your sister Aurora's lap in a hospital room. Monitors beeped—long intervals, pitched notes—and, below that, your great-aunt's rattled breathing. Everything stank of disinfectant.

Ginny lay in the bed; pruned and pale, translucent skin hanging from her bones. She was just past seventy, but had aged several decades in the two weeks since the symptoms had started. Now, she looked like the skeletons your neighbors strung up for Halloween. Ghastly. Small.

Dead.

Mommy dozed in the armchair across from you, her head at an awkward angle, mouth ajar, one hand rested on her swollen belly. For days, she'd subsisted on nothing but good ol' fashioned Celtic stubbornness, running herself into the ground to undo whatever had put Ginny in the hospital. Nothing worked. Potions, pastes, blood spells, smudging rituals; it didn't matter what Mommy and Nanna did, Ginny's doctor insisted her condition was deteriorating.

It was so strange, you thought, that Ginny didn't just tell them herself. After all, she was able to stand in front of you without assistance and seemed much healthier than she had even moments ago.

She'd been asleep, silvery and thin and wheezy, and then her eyes had popped open and she'd gotten to her feet with the grace of a ballerina. Auburn hair in fluffy curls, pinned neatly away from her face; lips bright, Victory red, and skin peachy.

She was as pretty as a picture in a church bell skirt and smart, collared blouse, the colors much more suited to her than the starch white of the hospital gown. The pendant of her necklace was now one of a pair dangling from her earlobes, silver circles glinting in the sterile light.

"Are you better?" You asked her, marveling at her loveliness.

Ginny crouched to meet you at your level and placed her hand on yours, eyes as bright as sapphires in the sun. She smiled, "Don't you worry, pet," She gave you a kiss on the head, "I'll be back as soon as I can."

You nodded, solemn, and watched Ginny greet a young woman in similarly outdated dress as she entered the room. You didn't know who she was, and Aurora gave you a funny look when you asked:

"Where's Ginny going?"

She shushed you, murmuring, "What're you talking about?"

Annoyed, "She just left with a lady." You weren't 3, you knew what you saw. But Aurora gave you the same look she always did when she thought you were making up stories.

And then, something seemed to change Aurora's mind because she asked, "You saw Ginny leave the room?"

You nodded, "Yeah. With a lady I don't know."

"Probably another Traveler." Aurora commented, already depositing you on your feet so she could wake your mother. "It's easier for them to figure out what's wrong with Ginny if they don't have to deal with people."

But, "She's better, dummy," you said, craning your neck to look at the doorway. A man now stood there, dressed in clothes that reminded you of the TV show Aurora watched reruns of religiously. That 70s Show. He smiled kindly, tipped his head, and then wandered away. Him you recognized. Had seen him before around the house, though no one had ever spoken to him.

Aurora sighed the way she did whenever she thought you said something stupid and pinched your chin, forcing you to look at the bed.

You gasped, astonished that, there, under the layers of quilts your Nanna had brought, was Ginny; breath rattling, monitors beeping, white as a china doll and asleep.

That was when you not only learned that Traveling meant something different to your family, but that you could see ghosts.

‗‗‗‗•‗‗‗‗

One second you were clung to Wally like a limpet, the next you'd vanished into thin air. Snapped out of existence like you'd never been there at all. Frantic, Wally looked left, right, to the back of the stage, and then spun around to face the rows of seats.

His jaw dropped, blood draining from his face. You stood at the top of the center aisle, shirt no longer rucked up the way Wally had made it; hair as tidy as it had been before he'd run his fingers through it; skin no longer sporting the perfect blush he'd coaxed to the surface.

Even from where he stood, Wally could see that your eyes burned a nebula of colors, the way they had when Wally caught up to you outside the school earlier. As soon as he'd registered it—proof that something magical had just transpired—they dimmed to their normal hue, just as the man behind you, Mr. Anderson, Wally identified, demanded, "What are you doing in here?"

He seemed angry, more so than the time Wally had watched him chew out a group of boys in the locker room showers for smoking pot. Mr. Anderson grabbed you by the arm and hauled you out of the theater like you'd been trespassing.

Wally charged up the aisle, thoughts of how you could fucking teleport taking a back seat to the desire to shove Mr. Anderson to the ground for assuming he had the right to touch you like that. The connection between you and Wally bittered, shrieked, fear and fury swirling together to pump through Wally's veins.

Oh hell no.

"I'm sorry," You apologized. Mr. Anderson released you, causing you to stumble from the momentum he'd used to force you into the hallway. "I won't let it happen again."

In an ill-fated attempt to wedge himself between you and Mr. Anderson, Wally checked the man's shoulder with his own, but little happened. Mr. Anderson had repositioned himself, almost like he'd anticipated the action, and the intention waned into a light graze. One that had no impact on the man, but that caused Wally to trip into the wall.

Mr. Anderson escorted you through the school toward your locker, gravely explaining that you'd overstayed your welcome by an hour and a half; the Wednesday team practices and club activities already packed up and gone.

Glancing outside, Wally was shocked to see the sky was dark. Apparently, making out with you was the equivalent of pressing a giant PAUSE button on the fourth dimension. He was sure no more than twenty minutes had passed since you'd jumped into his arms and kissed him within an inch of his sanity.

Teleportation and time manipulation? Wally gaped, images of his favorite comic book heroes swarming his mind. Holy shit, you were an X-Man.

Needing to do something to ensure Mr. Anderson wouldn't try to grab you again, Wally inserted himself between you and him. A move that appeared to influence Mr. Anderson to maintain the space Wally enforced with his presence.

Good, Wally thought, cracking his knuckles, because while he had no problem trying to beat his way into the living world to knock a few of Mr. Anderson's teeth out, he knew that would take a lot more than noble intention to pull off.

He loathed feeling helpless. Back in the day, just hearing his name intimidated the idiots who thought to mess with him. Nowadays he couldn't do more than make a light flicker by concentrating really, really hard.

Don't be fooled: Dawn made it look easy, but it wasn't.

Finally reaching your locker, Mr. Anderson reiterated, "What were you doing in there?" His demeanor all wrong. Wally knew enough about the guy to know that, usually, he was kind of dorky. Relatable. However, something had obviously possessed him because he was acting like you'd discovered his hidden collection of porn mags.

Wally didn't like it. He wanted the man to fuck off and leave you alone. Retaining his position between you and Mr. Anderson, chin up, hands balled into fists at his sides, Wally willed Mr. Anderson away.

You began, "I was just—" when Wally gritted out, "You don't owe this dickhead an explanation, baby," gaze fixed on Mr. Anderson's face.

But you ignored him, "Mathilda asked me to look for something she'd forgotten in there earlier. She's in the Mean Girl's Musical?" You supplied, and, jeez, you were quick on your feet.

Mr. Anderson was unimpressed, "For two hours?"

"No! No. I was studying in the library when she texted me."

Wally began to wonder how many yarns you'd had to spin for it to come so easily.

He knew it was self-preservation. A lifetime of harboring a massive secret that, okay, might not get you carted off in a straitjacket these days, but definitely wouldn't make it easy for you to go through life normally. He'd seen people ostracized for less. Like Katelynn who, a week before her death, had been spurned by her Scene Kid friends because she'd admitted to being a fan of Hilary Duff.

"Do you have to get anything from the library, then?" Mr. Anderson wanted to know, the V between his brows deepening when his phone buzzed in his blazer pocket. The third time in the short minutes since he'd found you.

"No." You said, meek. Wally's blood boiled. "I swear, I won't let it happen again."

"See that it doesn't." Mr. Anderson warned. His phone buzzed again. "Get your things and go home."

"Yes, sir."

Mr. Anderson unpocketed and checked his phone as another call lit up the screen. Private, the caller ID declared.

"You'll have to use the main entrance." He said, already backing away, "Everything else is locked up." Then he leveled you with a dark look of authority, "I assume you can make your own way out?"

Wally could feel the tension radiating off you, could hear your heart stutter behind your ribs. His fingers twitched, itching to bust the man's head right off his shoulders. And, damn, when had he last felt so violent?

"Yeah, I..." You cleared your throat, "Yes."

Mr. Anderson retreated and took the next call that came through, his bark of, "Give me a minute," resonating through the empty hallway as he disappeared around the corner.

As soon as he was out of sight, Wally spun on his heel to face you. You shrunk against your locker, arms folded around your middle and eyes faraway, chewing the inside of your bottom lip as you lost yourself in thought.

Wally moved into your bubble, the connection between you and him calmed, and smoothed his hands down your waist; one into the back pocket of your jeans, the other gliding back up and into your hair.

He pulled you gently against him, tucked your head under his chin and asked, "You good, pretty girl?"

He felt you nod into his chest, "Yeah. That was just every shade of fucked up there is." You leaned away just enough to gaze up at Wally. "I've never seen him like that."

Wally pressed a kiss to the top of your head, "I hear you. He's usually super friendly." He tracked the back of his fingers down your cheek, "You should get your stuff, baby, I don't trust him not to freak out worse if he finds you still here."

"For real?" You sounded stunned, "Anderson?"

"Honestly? He was giving off really creepy vibes. You didn't do anything wrong and he acted like you'd cold-cocked his mama." Wally glared in the direction Mr. Anderson had gone, concluding, "Maybe he's the reason Maddie's blood was splattered all over the boiler room."

"Jesus, Wally, it wasn't a Fear Street massacre." You shunned the idea, disentangling yourself from him to open your locker. After a moment of reflection, "He wouldn't do that."

"How can you be sure? The dude's just your teacher. You don't know what shit he gets up to after school." Wally reasoned.

You chuckled, "He's my Uncle Andrew's best friend, actually. I don't know him super well or anything like that, but I doubt Andrew would've stuck by him if he was capable of murder."

Wally gaped, "Damn, your family's just everywhere, aren't they?"

"It's a small town, Wally. Everyone's family is everywhere."

As you grabbed your backpack and started to shove what you needed into it, Wally leaned on the locker beside yours, shrugging, "Either way, he was acting weird and clearly isn't acting like himself. And I can't stop him if he decides to come back with a machete, so please," he implored, "Get your stuff and let's go."

Thankfully, you took his advice without further argument. Pulled on your leather jacket, slung your backpack over one shoulder, and held your hand out for Wally to take as if it was something you did all the time.

Champagne-fizz burst in Wally's chest as he accepted the invitation, lacing your fingers together and setting a leisurely but purposeful pace toward the atrium.

"So," He began, "You lie like that often?"

Shame bled into your features as you cast your gaze to the ground. You didn't look at him when you said, "Only when I have to."

"Do you have to do it a lot?"

"More than I'd like, yeah." You shrugged, audibly unhappy about the fact. "Trust me, it's not that I want to. But my family has a strict No One Can Know policy when it comes to our..." You lifted your free hand and air-quoted, "gifts."

Wally bumped into your side sportively. He took a beat to consider his question before he asked it, unsure if he was ready to hear anything other than what he wanted to. "Do you feel like you have to lie to me?"

You stopped and drew Wally back the two steps he'd taken ahead.

Looking him square in the eye, you promised, "I'm not going to lie to you, Wally. About anything. Ever." Once he nodded to accept he understood, you moved along, "And anyway, you're now in on the one thing I have to lie about. So, unless I'm under a Fidelius Charm, I honestly don't have anything else to hide."

"A what charm?"

"Do we not have Harry Potter in the library?" You asked to no one in particular.

"Oh man, yeah. Rhonda got really into those books for awhile." Wally sloped toward you to stage-whisper, "She's a total nerd for them. Says she's a Slytherin." Wally straightened and snickered, "Whatever that means. She'd kill me if she ever found out I told you."

You drew an X over your heart, "I won't tell a soul," before you released Wally's hand to push the door to the atrium open.

As he followed you down the ramp toward the front entrance, Wally couldn't ignore the elephant in the room any longer, "When were you going to tell me you could teleport?"

It startled a laugh out of you, the kind that starts with a snort. A wave of fondness washed over Wally and he grinned stupidly at you, all teeth and soft eyes.

"I can't." You said. Rather, "I can, uhm, project...astrally. We call it Traveling."

Whoa. You were officially the coolest person Wally had ever known.

A barrage of questions threatened to spill out of him, ranging from reasonable to unhinged. And who could blame him? Normal people couldn't leave their bodies at will and surf the cosmos!

"Astral projection is real?" He asked in as even a tone as he could manage.

"Being a ghost is real." You countered bluntly.

And, "Touché." He conceded, "But you can't blame a guy for being surprised when something out of the Twilight Zone can happen in real life."

You seesawed your head, lips adopting a playful smile. God, you were beautiful. "Fair." You said, winking at Wally who was then forced to swallow the need to pick you up and pin you to the nearest wall with his mouth.

The air was crisp when you and he exited the school. He walked you to the picnic tables near the bus stop, resting on the end of a tabletop and pulling you between his legs. Like this, you were pressed flush against him, body fitted so perfectly into his.

The connection rumbled and flared, erupting volcano-hot, influencing Wally's actions. He slid his hands down from your waist to squeeze the pert swell of your ass, and dragged your hips against his.

You gasped, delicate, and let your head fall to the side to expose the column of your neck. Wally took advantage. Brushed his dry lips from your collar to the hinge of your jaw, little darts of tongue and drags of teeth.

"Fuck, baby, you don't know what you do to me," He groaned, his dick fattening in his sweatpants. And he sure as shit meant it. The connection between you and him was driving him crazy, keeping teenage boy hormones in check an impossible battle.

He rolled his hips, chasing the friction, using the leverage he had with his hands in your back pockets to drag you into his lap. He rearranged himself on the table, slid back to sit more comfortably, and encouraged you to rut against him.

Wally kissed you like it was the last time, like this was the only chance he'd ever have to do it. Slow, deep, slick. The sounds you made, fuck, wanton and needy; moans and gasps and punched-out sighs.

And then, because, of fucking course 'and then'—your phone buzzed right in Wally's palm. Long, sequential blitzes of vibration. A phone call.

You groaned in annoyance, taking your phone when Wally graciously handed it to you, and answered.

"Hey," You greeted, head on Wally's shoulder and body still.

His mama had raised a gentleman, he reminded himself and curled his long arms around you in a loose embrace, repeating football stats in his mind to cool his erection.

"Yeah," You were saying, "Yeah, I know, but I got caught up in the...Well, mom's a big girl, I'm sure she can find someone else to shake the floorboards this one time."

Wally tried to give you an inquiring look but the angle was too awkward, so instead he filed that tidbit away for later, above residual hauntings but below In Betweens. And, shit, that's right, you were both supposed to discuss Maddie, not dry hump on a picnic table. Oops.

You growled, climbing off of Wally altogether and hopping to the ground, pacing as you expressed with attitude, "Why don't you get your new husband to do it, or are we still keeping him in the dark about the family business?"

Wally barely made out the, "Could you stop being such a selfish little brat for o—" before you hung up on who Wally surmised was your sister. With your back to him, he couldn't tell how you felt about the exchange, but from the tension in your shoulders and how forcibly measured your breathing had become, he thought it was safe to assume not great.

"You guys don't get along?" He ventured.

On a last, heavy breath, you twirled back around, "Actually, we get along great." You sucked your teeth, "It's our mom's choice of occupation that puts us at each other's throats." Wally knew what was coming, couldn't soften the disappointment. "I gotta go." You regretted.

He plastered on a smirk, aiming for levity but sounding too dismayed to stick the landing, "You'd think the universe didn't want us to help Maddie."

In what Wally could only describe as a fit of absolutely fucking not, you strode right up to him, slung your arms around his neck and pulled him into a hot, middle-finger-to-the-sky kiss.

"Fuck the universe," You said when you parted, breathless, perfect, his, "I'll come in early tomorrow. Like, 7:30 early. Can you meet me in the parking lot?"

Repeating his words from earlier, "Anything for you, pretty girl," Wally vowed, grinning at the prospect of cuddling up somewhere intimate with you in the morning.

Although his thoughts weren't wholly innocent, he recognized within himself the genuine desire to do anything to be near you, for however long you'd give him. Whether that was two minutes or two hours, Wally would be grateful.

"Great," You smiled, bright against the dark autumn evening, "I'll see you then."

A final, sweet stamp of your lips to Wally's cheek and you went on your way, Wally having to watch as you stepped over the boundary of the school grounds and into a world where he couldn't follow.

"Can't wait," He uttered and the connection between you and him quieted completely.

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PART NINE - PART ELEVEN

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letters

based off of "to all the boys I loved before" cuse YES I AM A LOSER LIKE THAT FIGHT ME. mlm, fluff, and some spice?? very long story also a bit of a size thing going on cuse...yeah.

I sat on the floor of my bedroom writing yet another letter to a guy I had complicated feelings towards.

it was a recurring patern in my life as the moment I shared something special with someone instead of telling them my feelings I'd write them down on a piece of paper and trow it in a box I kept under my bed.

it was a bit pathetic for sure, but can you blame me? love has never worked out for me before, so I much rather admire from a distance.

this letter was addressed to a guy in my school.

Jeong Yunho.

back in 6rd grade, me, him, and some other friends had a small party where we played spin the bottle. at the time a friend of mine had a crush on him that I knew about, so I begged for the bottle not to land on him, but of course it did. I was hesitant, but nonetheless, we shared a short, small kiss, which was my first. safe to say me and her are not on good terms even till this day.

the cringe letter was finished, and I folded it up nicely, putting it in an envelope and writing down his name on it before throwing it in the box and sliding it under my bed.

I didn't think much of it knowing they couldn't get out, so I chose to go to bed for the night.

in the morning, I rushed to the kitchen, my sister sitting on the sofa on her phone, ready to go as I ran around looking for my laptop.

"we'll be late, you know." she said, looking at me from the sofa standing up, trowing her bag over her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, okay, i just can't find my computer. can you go back to my room and look? maybe I missed it. please?" I asked her with a pleading look, hoping she'd go check, and thankfully, with an annoyed groan, she agreed.

she came back after a few minutes computer in hand. "it was by your bed, clothes trown over it."

"Thank you so much." I said, taking it from her and rushing out the door to my car, her following not too far behind me.

the school day passed by normally. the usual boring classes until lunch period hit.

I never ate in the cafeteria as it was way too crowded for me, so I always camped out in the bathroom eating and scrolling through my phone. sure it wasn't the most sanitary thing to do, but it was quiet.

as I was enjoying my lunch devouring a sandwich I made in a rush I heard the door open a familiar voice coming trough.

"y/n? you in here?" it was yunho. I was confused about why he was looking for me, but I didn't make a sound, wanting him to leave in all honesty. I brought my legs up so he couldn't see which stall I was in, but sadly, my phone fell out of my lap as I did so making a lot of noise.

I knew he heard as he knocked on the door. I didn't answer until he slid my letter under the door.

my heart dropped.

I quickly put my things in my bag, stuffing the sandwich in my mouth, and opened the door.

"how did you get that?" I asked my words a bit muffled thanks to the food.

he stumbled back as I opened the door, putting one hand into his jean pocket.

"I found it in my locker this morning. you didn't put it there?" he asked obviously a but confused.

I was panicking. the thought of him knowing how I felt about him was one of my biggest nightmares. I shook my head, no trying to figure out how he could have gotten it and if any of the other guys got it.

he must have picked up on the panic "your hand writing is nice. I'm actually quite flattered you think of me this way."

his words caught me off guard. was he playing, or was he for real?

"Look, you were never supposed to get it. just forget about it, okay?"

"What if I feel the same way? do I still forget about it?"

I stayed quiet, staring at him, not expecting anything like that to come out of his mouth. he sighed, putting the letter in his bag and turning his attention back to me.

"it's actually a bit funny how you never picked up on any of the signs. I don't just go around the school campus trying to strick up a conversation, give compliments, and try to hang out with random people, but you seem quite oblivious."

the last sentence struck a bit of a nerve. "I'm not obliviou-"

my words were cut off by a pair of soft lips on mine. I was shocked, eyes wide in surprise, tho slowly I calmed down and returned the kiss my hand making its way to his cheek.

he pulled away first, both of us silent as we registered what we (he) just did.

he opened his mouth to say someone, but the bell rang, signalling us that lunch was over.

I pulled away, clearing my throat, and my ears a bit red from embarrassment.

"Let's talk after school, okay? we can meet you back here...if you want, of course."

he nodded the sweet smile on his face that I always adored. "See you then"

...........time skip............

I stood in the bathroom waiting for him. I was a bit scared he would end up not showing up, but I tried to have a bit of hope. my sister decided to go hang out with her friends after school. I didn't really have anything to rush.

20 minutes had passed, and he was still not here. it was upsetting, but somehow, I wasn't too surprised, so I just chose to leave. I got home relatively late as I had stopped at the store to get some food since our fridge was very empty.

my sister was already home sprawled out on the sofa watching a movie as I placed the bags on the kitchen counter.

"How was school?" I asked, glancing at her. for some reason, she was avoiding all eye contact and seemed a bit on edge.

"it was okay. how about you...?"

"it was...interesting, to say the least." I responded, putting the food away as she nodded and stayed quiet.

Once everything was done, I went into my room and instantly checked the box that I kept my letters in. the rest where there but the one yunho got. I instantly knew my sister must have done it in the morning. I wasn't mad, tho since maybe she even did some good?

I sighed and changed, choosing to put my homework off for a bit and relax for a bit to decompose everything that happened today.

it was calm for a while. silent even. until my sister barged in practically braking my door down as I quickly sat up from my bed worried that something had happened. i looked her way, a mischievous smile on her face as she pushed yunho inside my room.

wait, yunho!?

he stood there an awkward smile on his face as he looked around and back at my sister, who closed the door quickly.

"use protection!!" were her last words before she left us there.

I got up quickly and started picking up my clothes, throwing them in my closet to make the place some what clean.

"Hi yunho, I wasn't really expecting anyone, so it's a bit messy"

he laughed and took off his coat, placing it on my dresser that was by the door looking around the room. "it's okay. I did show up without a warning."

I hummed fixing myself up as well to not look too much of a mess.

"I'm sorry that I didn't show up today. I got held back in class. I promise I didn't do it on purpose."

his words seemed honest, and his face had regret written all over it. he walked closer to me, towering over me thanks to his height.

"I couldn't have even texted you a heads up cuse I don't have your number, and I'm so sorry"

I let him finish staying quiet. I had figured as much cuse he didn't seem like the type of person to do something like that. Once he was done, I just kissed him.

I didn't know I had the guts to do something like that but I was glad I did as he returned the kiss immediately his hands finding their way to my waist as mine wrapped around his neck pulling him down slightly.

it got a bit heated surprisingly enough, which I wasn't expecting.

we had moved to my bed making out. it was obvious to both of us that we've been wanting each other for a very long time as things wouldn't be going this far otherwise.

his hands moved up my legs. As I pulled away, taking his shirt off, pulling him back into the kiss, we were both getting desperate, but sadly, we got interrupted by my sister.

she came in, completely ignoring the sight in front of her, and sat down on my bed, throwing her homework next to us.

"help me." is all she said.

me and yunho were both very embarrassed, but nonetheless, we stopped what we were doing and both ended up helping her.

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Chapter Twenty Nine - Merging of Two Souls

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Parings: Paul Lahote x OC (First person, no use of Y/N)

Description: Bella Swan's twin moved to Forks with her sister. Whilst Bella falls for a vampire, her twin falls for a wolf. The story runs parallel to Bella's story in Twilight. But following her twin and her life with the wolves.

AN: I wanted to focus more on the feeling than the act. You'll get what I mean <3 Hope you enjoy.

Chapter Twenty Nine - Merging of Two Souls

Finally, Bella came home. 

My dad could barely speak to her, he grounded her. I hadn't spoken to her yet, I had been with my dad, trying to be the support he needed. He had gone back to work, thinking it would keep his mind busy. 

I walked up to Bella's bedroom door, taking a deep breath before knocking. 

"Come in" She calls, I open the door and storm in, I hadn't planned on yelling at her, but it just happened. 

"Bells! What the hell, you run away to Italy, and for what?"

Bella looks down at the floor, a mixture of shame and defiance in her eyes. 

"I needed to go...I needed to see Edward" 

"Why? What was so important to you that you needed to do that to dad! To me?" I yell, she looks at me, her expression filled with guilt and sadness. In that moment, she looked like she might cry. 

"I know it was stupid, and I know I hurt you both...but I just...I love him" She whispers. 

"And what now? He's back? You're back together with Edward? What about Jacob?" I ask, my tone lowering. 

"Yes, we're back together, he's back. He's not leaving me this time" She says, in that moment Edward steps into the room, from the window, I roll my eyes and glare at him. 

"What about Jacob, Bella? You led him on!" I snapped, ignoring Edward. 

"I know, I shouldn't of done that, I was confused, I didn't know what I wanted" She admits, her eyes watering. 

"You did know!" I yelled. "You wanted him" I snap, pointing towards Cullen, hatred deep in my eyes as I look at him. 

"I love him" She whispers. 

"Just know I am not happy about this...and you" I say as I turn to look at Edward. "I have no problem asking the pack to kill you for hurting my sister, don't fucking hurt her again"

Edward's cold, marble face doesn't even twitch at my threat, further pissing me off. He simply looks at me with a blank, uncaring gaze. 

"I have no intention of hurting Bella. I only want to protect her" 

"I don't trust you" I snap at him, and then turn on my feet, leaving the room. I pack a small bag of clothes and leave the house, opting to go to Emily's. It was late ish, when I knocked on the door to their home, Sam answered the door, smiling when he saw me. 

"I'm sorry it's late Sam-" I started to say, he caught me off. 

"Guest rooms all ready for you" He said with a chuckle, stepping to the side to let me into the home. I thanked them and walked up to the room, thinking I needed some alone time, but then I pulled my phone up, calling Paul. He answers almost instantly. 

"What's up?"

"I'm at Emily's, couldn't stay at home" I mumble. 

"What happened?" He asked back, he sounded tired. I felt bad for calling, but I needed to hear his voice. 

"The Cullens are back, and I didn't feel comfortable staying at home, knowing Edward was in my sister's room"

"Ugh, of course he's back. Can't stay gone, can he? But you're okay staying at Emily's for a while though, right?" Paul's tone is filled with irritation at the mention of the Cullens, and especially Edward. He's clearly not happy about the news, and I can hear the anger simmering beneath the surface of his words.

"Yeah.. I think I might.. could you.. could you come over? I don't think Sam and Emily would mind" I ask, I needed him. 

"Sure, babe. I'll be there soon. Just relax, alright? I'll see you in a bit." He answers, his tone a little softer than before. I put the phone down and get changed into my pyjamas, opting for a pair of shorts and a tank top. Sharing a bed with a wolf was something else, he always ran hot. It was great in the Winter, but as we got closer to the Summer, not so much. 

A little while later Paul walks in, a huge grin on his face. We hadn't seen one another in a few days, he rips his shirt off and pulls down his shorts, leaving him in his boxers as he climbs into the bed, his arm wrapping around my middle as he holds me close. 

"I'm so angry" I mumble as I hold onto him. 

"I know you are. But hey, it's gonna be okay. We're all here for you, and we'll get through this. Together."

"I'm so glad I have you" I whisper into the dark room. Paul pulls back slightly so he can look at me a soft smile on his face. He gently cups my face in his hands, looking at me with affection. "And I'm damn glad I have you too, babe. You know I'm always here for you, no matter what."

"I can't believe Bella has gone back to Edward, after all the pain he put her through"

Paul shakes his head, his expression filled with disgust and irritation. "Yeah, I don't get it either. I mean, after everything he put her through, how could she just go right back to him? It's ridiculous."

"It's stupid, and he's a vampire..it's gross" I mutte. Paul nods in agreement. "Ugh, I know. It's just so wrong. I don't get how she can be with a creature like that. It's not natural, it's messed up."

"It's disgusting" I add, shivering at the thought. 

"Hey, don't think about it, alright? Just focus on something else, think of something else. Let's just forget about those leeches for now."

"Distract me baby" I whisper, as I trail my fingers from his wrist where I had been holding him up along his biceps. Paul grins at my request, clearly happy to oblige. 

"Distracting you, hm? I think I can manage that, babe. I've got a few ideas in mind..."

"Yeah? Like what?"

Paul leans in even closer, a mischievous glint in his eye. He trails a few gentle, tantalizing kisses down my neck, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper.

"Well, I could think of a few things we could do... something to take your mind off these pesky vampires, hm?"

"Mmm, I like your methods, keep going" I whisper, my breath hitching. Paul chuckles at my response, he continued to trail kisses down my neck, his hands moving to caress my hips. 

Paul pulls back slightly, his eyes roaming my face, there's a hint of a smirk on his face as he studies my expression, his voice still low and seductive. 

"You know, there's nothing like a good distraction to take your mind off things. And I think... I know just what kind of distraction we need right now."

"Paul, baby" I say quietly. "I wanna go all the way, I don't care that Sam and Emily are in the house, they're probably asleep, please...I want you"

His eyes widen at my statement, but quickly a wolfish grin appears on his lips. 

"Mmm, you want me, huh? You don't care that they're here, that they might hear us? You really want this, babe?"

"We'll be quiet, please" I plead. 

"Mmm, you're so eager, babe. I like that. But you're right. We'll have to be quiet, you think you can do that?"

"I can...wait, lemmie just" I say wiggling off the bed to grab the box of condoms from my bag. 

"Mmm, you came prepared, hm? Knew what you wanted."

"Didn't want us to miss out like last time" I say with a giggle as I get back onto the bed. Paul moves to kiss me hungrily, it didn't take long for us to be stripped down to nothing, we laid together, holding one another as our naked bodies tangled. 

We moved together as one, finally becoming one and giving over everything we had to the other. Finally losing one another in every possible way. Paul's body moved in perfect rhythm with mine, his hands were gentle, holding me so carefully. This moment is different than any that has come before, as both of us are completely lost in each other, surrendering to the pleasure and connection between us. It's a profound moment, a physical and emotional merging of two souls, a moment that will bind us both together forever.

"I love you" I whisper as we lie intertwined. 

"I love you" He responds. "You know, I could stay like this forever. Just holding you, having you this close. It's the best feeling in the world."

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[averydayss]

Every Summertime𓇼

>>contents: in which you try to make Jay jealous by persuading his bestfriend, Sunghoon

>>warnings: fluff, angst

>>now playing: Every Summertime - NIKI

You and Jay are inseparable, the both of you always had been together since the earliest of moments. This started when both of your moms are close friends, which means you two often meet during their hangout.

Jay's mom has a vacation house that they use every summer, and every year your invited to stay during the summer break. And of course you did, so y/n and jay would stay in the vacation house together

At the age of 10, you started to realize that you had developed some feelings for jay. The reason being obvious, Jay was anything a girl could ever wish for. Handsome, kind, smart, sporty, rich, he is a heartthrob in school

Jay didn't liked you that way though, in his eyes you were a little sister to him since he was an only child. Although both did had a situationship for a couple of months, nothing happened though

That didn't really bother you though, after all you both still spent time almost everyday together.

Jay had his fair share of crushes, you did too. But they never really went as far as being more than that, until at the age of 16 Jay had his first real girlfriend, Yujin.

Yujin and Jay met at one of his basketball games and eventually their relationship bloomed into something romantic

"y/n i have some good news for you" Jay said excitedly. "Really? What is it?" Y/n asked curiously.

"Me and Yujin are officially dating" Jay said

Y/ns heart shattered at the new couple. At first Jay and y/n still was close and Jay even told y/n a lot of stories and things he liked about yujin, which you didn't really want to hear but you did anyway for Jay

One day, you were with Danielle. You both were shopping for clothes and bags, and you suddenly saw Yujin kissing a stranger who doesn't look like Jay at all

Isn't that Yujin?" asked Winter. "Yes i think so"

"You should take a picture so you have proof to tell Jay" said winter. You listened to her and took a picture at the sight

After you were done shopping, you went straight to Jay's house. "Jay, i need to tell you something" said y/n while pulling out her phone and showing the picture. "Your lying, its edited. Yujin would never do that, just be happy for me y/n" said Jay

As time went on though, you noticed that Jay was starting to act quite differently. When you would tag along ur mom to go to his house, he would usually invite you to his room to watch movies and play games. But now he would lock himself in his room until you left.

You wanted to confront him at school, but he would always be with yujin. Yujin always had this evil smirk everytime she sees you. You can tell she didn't want you to be close with Jay anymore

Finally, the chance came when both you and Jay's mom decided to have a small gathering at your place, and Jay was forced to tag along. You took this opertunity to approach him and try to strike up a conversation

"Hey we haven't talked much lately, are you good?" Y/n said. "I'm fine" Jay said shortly, not even looking at you but his phone.

"it's going to be summer break soon you know, are you excited to go to your vacation house together?" You emphasized the last word

"Of course, but this year Yujin asked to come along with us. Is that good with you? You can bring someone too if you want" Jay asked. You were shocked, you wanted to refuse. But after all this is Jay's vacation house. "Why not" you said and excused yourself to find someone else to talk to

By the end of the day when the party is over you rushed to your room to call your friends about it. You told them the problem

"Really? That's so inconsiderate of him" said Chaewon on the phone while painting her nails

"If i were you i wouldn't let that slide" Said Danielle. "I know right!, you should bring some man to make him jealous or smth" said Hanni. "You think i should do that?" Y/n asked. "Yeah, if only you 3 would be in the vacation house then you would obviously be the 3rd wheeler" said Danielle

At first you were against the idea, but the more you think about it the more you started to feel like it would work. But a problem is that who would you pick?

You'd pick Soobin, but he already has a girlfriend. You simply can't do that to someones man. A bright idea came into danielles mind though, Sunghoon. He was a perfect candidate

To start off, he was Jay's best friend, he was also single. But you two never really talked to eachother, sure Jay introduced you both a couple of times but you weren't close to him. Still you wanted to try

Y/n: Hey sunghoon! can we meet up? I want to talk to you about something xx

Sunghoon: Sure, why not

Y/n: Lets meet tomorrow at EnCafe at 2pm?

Sunghoon: of course, see you there

You were surprised on how quickly the man agreed, but this was a good thing,

The next day came by, and when you entered the cafe you found Sunghoon. "Hey, how have you been?" Sunghoon had always liked of y/n since they first met. But he never approached y/n since she was always with Jay

"Hey sunghoon, I've been good what about you?" Y/n asked. "Ive been good, what is it that you wanted to talk about?" Asked Sunghoon

"Well Jay has a girlfriend and you know how me and him usually go to his vacation house every summer? Well he is bringing his girlfriend too this year, i was wondering if you'd come along with me this year so i don't feel like a third wheeler?" Y/n asked with pleadingly

"Sure, are you sure Jay is good with this though?" Sunghoon asked excitedly. "He told me i can bring someone so im sure he is good with you invited, besides you two are close" said y/n. "Well then see you soon" Sunghoon asked while trying to contain his smile wider. And with that you found someone

And with that, summer break came in a flash. Now you were currently packing your suitcase to stay at Jay's vacation house for the summer. You were glad that sunghoon came along so you would still have fun after all.

Sunghoons contact name appeared on your phone, he texted you that he would be picking you up with his new car. You smiled at the message and answered.

When the two of you arrived at the vacation house, Jay was cooking beef at the kitchen while Yujin was busy taking photos to post on her socials.

You and Sunghoon went to unpack. The vacation has about 4 bedrooms, perfect for all 4 of you. Jay texted you that he planned a pool party at his vacation house tonight and told you to join.

When u appeared outside of your room, you saw that Yujin's friends are also staying at the vacation house. Great. You were about to ask Jay about it, of course you were. Jay didn't say anything prior to this

Though the first thing you saw was Jay and Yujin making out by the pool. Gross, you thought. You didn't want to admit it but a part did break in you.

At the same time, Sunghoon saw the commotion and saw your helpless face and decided to approach you

"the others are having a bbq grill thingy, care to join" asked Sunghoon

"No im good, ill just go back to my room"

"U like him right?" Asked Sunghoon suspiciously. Y/n was shocked but tried to keep a straight face. "What makes you think that?" Asked y/n

"Its obvious, you always give Jay love eyes everytime you see him" shrugged sunghoon. "I really dont think its any of your concern" said y/n

"Are you kidding me? Ofcouse it is. First you invited me to the stupid vacation house and now your completely distracted with Jay and his GIRLFRIEND" said Sunghoon angrily

"I didn't mean it that way, i just have a lot on my mind right now" said y/n while massaging her temple

"of course you don't" said Sunghoon sarcastically while storming off

The next day you both avoided eachother, you wanted to apologize but you didn't know how to

"So, you and Sunghoon? That's certainly a surprise" asked Jay while leaning on to the fridge after taking his sprite. "Yeah, i guess so"

"Sunghoon has been kinda off these past few days, did anything happen?" Asked Jay. "We just got in a little fight, nothing serious" said y/n

"do you like him?" Asked Jay. "Why does it matter? I don't think its ur business" asked y/n rudely

"Calm down, i was just curious. Why are you so angry?" Said jay. "Of course i am, i wasn't informed that your girlfriend and her minions will be staying at the vacation house" said y/n angrily

"Princess you know i would have informed you, i was just busy with school" you winced at the old nickname. "Sure you are, im gonna find sunghoon" said y/n

Y/n walked through the hallways and approached sunghoon who was busy reading a book. Sunghoon saw y/n at the door frame and raised one of his eyebrow.

"I wanted to apologize for the things i said a few days ago, im sorry I didn't mean it that way" y/n apologized. "You know I've always liked you, but you were to focused on a guy that already had a girlfriend

"I know, i can't help it that i love him Sunghoon" said y/n bitterly. "You know i can help you with that right? Just be with me and ill make your time worth" said Sunghoon

"Sunghoon, i really don't want to make you a rebound" said y/n. "Just give me a month to prove your time worth it" said Sunghoon pleadingly

"Its fine, you don't have too" said y/n trying to hide her smile. Sunghoon smiled and kissed her temple

A few months went by and Sunghoon kept his promise, he was the best boyfriend you could ever asked for. Caring, sweet, and much more. You couldn't have asked for anything more.

During that one month you weren't as close to Jay than before, he tried to contact you but you would always make excuses

Then one day Jay asked to meet at a cafe, you wanted to refuse but he kept begging until you said yes

"Its been a while" Jay said while sipping his coffee. "What do you want to talk about Jay?" Asked y/n

"Me and Yujin broke up, i found out her real intentions of dating me. Im sorry" said Jay. "You didn't do anything wrong, you don't have to apologize" said y/n while fidgeting her fingers

"I was wondering if you want to be my partner for prom? I've known you for so long and if im gonna be honest you looked prettier than you've ever been this past months

"Thanks Jay, but i already said yes to sunghoon's invitation to prom" said y/n

"I don't get it? I thought you liked me? Why are you now close to sunghoon?"

"Sunghoon's nice, incase you didn't know we are dating" said y/n and stood up from her seat and left the cafe

Since that day y/n blocked Jay and lived a happy life with Sunghoon

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WIP Wednesday

Whoa, everyone's sharing today!! Many thanks to literally so many people: @suseagull5914 @onthewaytosomewhere @anincompletelist @zwiazdziarka @14carrotghoul

This is a totally different WIP than the last one I shared, from a prompt I've been clutching in my hot little hands. I can't be contained, but I can bounce around to different docs because my mind can't focus and this is the roughest draft — Time Traveler!Alex/Immortal!Henry anyone?

There is one simple rule to time travel: don't get caught. The thing is, there are a lot of unspoken rules about time travel: collected from personal excursions in circulated journals, whispered between children like myths and fables under their blankets at night, told as stupid anecdotes during bar-crawling debriefs to embarrass the veterans and terrorize the greenies. Everyone, literally everyone, who moves in and out of time has a story about what not to do. One wrong move, and you'll lose a limb. Lose a life. Lose a legacy. Alex has heard them all. His mother warns, "Never befriend the locals," as she bandages a jagged wound on her leg in the guest bathroom with her ruined stola. His father sighs, "Bring the right currency with you," while wringing out muddy water from his stained doublet all over their kitchen floor. "Trust and money mean nothing," his older sister says, sprawled out on his bedroom floor, swiping rapidly on her tablet through breaking news, political op-eds, and the latest gossip from some celebrity tabloid printed in the late nineties. Research. "If you're not wearing the right clothes." And, like, yeah. Duh. Blend in, don't stand out. He knows the rules, the explicit and the implied. He doesn't intend to break them. Well. Not until he meets Henry.

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[hiramaris]

Kiss It Off Me

CHAPTER 1

Summary:

A story revolving around the newly arrived resident farmer in the eyes of the personified perfection, the sunflower of Pelican Town herself, Haley. Or. When Haley finally met the person that caused ripples in what was once a stagnant town, and she didn’t know how to handle such massive change.

Pairings: Haley x Fem!farmer

Notes:

Haley's heart events are just soooo wifey, especially after marriage. Her character development is well written off but I just can't help but notice that something is missing, like the heart events are just not that connected in some way. Stardew is an absolute gem don't get me wrong. I'd like to try and connect what I think is missing which is the reason this fic is created. P.S. Second try in making fanfiction. I apologize for any future grammatical errors or whatever. English is not my primary language.

Disclaimer:  I do not own Stardew Valley or any of the related characters. Stardew Valley is created by and owned by ConcernedApe. This fanfiction is intended for entertainment only. I am not making any profit from this story. All rights of the original Stardew Valley story belong to ConcernedApe.

Warning: None so far? Just Haley being her usual self

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Winter 25

Immobile.

Stagnant.

Bland.

What words could possibly do justice to describe this sleepy town? Pelican Town had its charms sure. It’s peaceful, the air is fresh, and would never choke you on your sleep plus it gives a really nice tan so Haley wouldn’t really complain. 

But it was just so... boring. Was that the right term?

The people are meh, nosy, and just as bland but they are good neighbors though don't get her wrong. They look after them— her and Emily when their parents can’t. 

Ugh.

Them again. Thinking about them just makes her angry— blood boiling and all that, and well… sad which is infuriating.

How can you just leave your kids just to go follow your own dreams and travel? And then act like you care just by sending some half-hearted letter? Sending a letter now and then was hardly enough to make up for their absence. How low could that be?

Emily doesn’t think so. But what does she know? Her cooking was as bland as the town, and her obsession with crystals and hippie clothes was just plain ridiculous. She knows nothing. 

Her sister is anything but pessimistic. She saw the light in everything whereas Haley ever saw them through the lens of her camera.

Capturing a single moment in a photograph was a thousand times more vivid and alive than the bleak and colorless reality she was currently living in.

She should be in college right now, pursuing her dreams, being the center of attention, and having boys falling over themselves to impress her. Or she would have been running her own photography studio by now in a city that never sleeps, schmoozing with some famous photographers and carving a niche for herself in the cut-throat world of photography.

But no, because here she was, stuck in a six-mile drive from the nearest city, life as directionless as the people in here.

Why am I even staying here? She wonders.

Oh, yeah— grandma.

This house is hers. Her house is the only thing that made her feel that Grandma is still here, with them. Even though Haley is talking big about leaving this town, she knew to herself that she doesn’t have the strength to just leave it just like that. Which is why they both tried to keep it tidy and well... avoiding it from falling apart.

Aside from that, there was nothing to do here. The only things keeping her sane were her camera, her phone, and the clothes she ordered online.

Oh, and of course, her best friend, Alex.

He's the only one— aside from Emily and of course, the Mullner residence, Granny and George are good people even though George is grumpy all the time,  that she's able to have a decent conversation. She and Alex are, after all, not the sharpest tool in the shed, and shared almost the same brain cell.

He’s that typical jock boy, ripped as hell but in terms of brain, well… meh. Not like Haley's any better so who is she to judge?

They went to the same school, belonged to the same clique, and were both popular, of course. He’s here to practice his grid ball or whatever but Haley knew better.

Alex, despite being the dungus that he is, has a lot on his plate already. He needs the peace this town can offer.

And maybe, maybe I need it, too.

Maybe being away from the city has a good cause, despite her constant complaints, this town has been her home for the past six years after all.

But she just really couldn’t help but dwell on this stupid thought of hers of being stagnant and directionless at this time of the year.

Winter.

Ugh. It’s stupidly cold outside and there’s no way she’s walking in six-inch snow just to get a quality photo, which isn’t much considering the lighting outside does not satisfy her at all. The only, and probably one good thing about winter is peppermint coffee. It's hot, minty, and makes her feel warm while making her mouth worthy of being sucked on— err... that's a want that cannot be sated as of the moment.

The bachelors in this town suck for real. They are not even worthy of a single glance. Apart from Alex, of course, but he's a friend so... no.

And what's made it double suck is that she ran out of peppermint coffee. Pierre is out of stock and there's no way she'll let herself be caught alive inside that creep manager's store that runs Joja or whatever. 

Now she's stuck sitting at the table, devouring a massive pink cake that could feed an entire family, enduring a coffee so bland it makes her want to try and drink tea.

She hates tea.

Oh yeah, she's also holding a note and a sunflower in her other hand. 

She doesn't want to read the letter but considering the gifts she just received, it’s probably just the same lame-ass apology about being unable to be here on her birthday this coming Spring 14th. Not that it mattered anymore; it had been two years of absence, and she had grown used to it by now.

With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the note onto the table, debating whether to toss it into the fireplace or tear it to shreds or whatever.

If it's just another excuse, she doesn’t want to hear it.

"Haaaay!" And there's a familiar voice. 

"If you don't have peppermint coffee with you I swear to Yoba—"

"What's the case, long face?" he quipped. "And no, I don't have anything with me."

She looked up from her cake, finding Alex strolling in their kitchen with one of his shit-eating grins, hair covered with a concerning amount of snow. She grimaced. "Sometimes I wonder why I'm friends with you."

He feigned a hurt expression. "I thought you loved me though."

"According to gossip, maybe but really, I don't," she deadpanned. 

He cackled at the mention of that. At the center of the gossip mill passing down from Marnie, Jodi, and Caroline, maybe Robin, too, and probably all the yoga club, is he and Haley dating. Which was absurd, to be honest.

"No, really, Hay." He finally turns serious. "What's up? What's got your face looking like that?" 

"It's just the stupid climate." Haley tried to lie. She didn't want to stir up drama at the moment. Alex frowned, catching up with her lie almost immediately. He caught sight of the letter Haley threw earlier. "Alex don't—"

Too late. He already got it. He sat down next to her as he read the contents of the note, his brows furrowing in what she assumes is annoyance. "Parents, huh? Same old, same old?" He raised an eyebrow.

Haley huffed and snatched the letter away. "Yes, the usual."

"Well." Alex propped his elbow on the backrest, a sly grin returning to his face. "I just got the perfect news that might take your mind off things."

Haley arched a perfect eyebrow, curious. Gossip wasn't his usual forte.

"Spill." 

"A new farmer is coming to town."

Haley's fork paused in mid-air. "Uh... I'm not sure how to react to that, and what's so great about it?"

His smile widened. "I heard she's from Zuzu City."

"I'm sorry, what?" 

"Why? Surprised another Zuzu native is coming here?"

"No, you dungus." She slapped his hand attempting to take a slice of her cake. "I heard you correctly, right? You said the farmer's a she? A girl is taking over that farm?"

"Yes," Alex confirmed, finally snagging a bite of cake. Haley makes a scrunched face in mock disgust. "The farmer's a she. Old man Railey's granddaughter actually. What's the problem though?" he asked in mouthfuls.

Haley stood up to grab another spoon. No way she's getting his imaginary cooties. Alex doesn't seem to mind; it only further encourages him to eat some more.

"Because it’s weird," she said as she sat down. "Farming isn't exactly a girl's job, especially for a city girl like her. I bet you she wouldn't last a month."

"Not all girls are like you, Hay— ow! What's that for?!" He rubbed his ribs where Haley just nudged with her boniest elbow of all time.

"As I was saying before being rudely interrupted." She rolled her eyes. "Farming is all dirt and nasty, smelly clothes. That farm was barely run by old man Railey before he died. What could possibly a city girl like his granddaughter could do with that rundown farm? I bet you it’s already smoldering by now."

"Good point," Alex said as he continued eating. Haley swear to Yoba all this idiot does is eat and relax in here.

He has a diet, right? So does she, and they're like eating a fat block of sugar right now.

Whatever. Pink cake has always been an exemption from all her seasonal dietary plans.

"But I guess we'll have to wait and see; don't you think so?" Alex turned to her after a few moments of silence. "I heard she's around our age. If it's true that farming is as difficult as they say, the least we can do is make her feel welcomed."

Haley barely nods in acknowledgment. 

This town is like a pond, where everything that enters stays and everyone already there remains. The city is a raging storm with ocean waves ready to swallow you if you go against the flow. A lot of people there has a sense of direction, one Haley aspires to have, and what Pelican lacks. You can't, at all costs, be still and unmoved and some people just couldn't do that.

And those people who couldn't stand the pressure, come here, like a moth drawn to a flame, seeking the mundanity Pelican Town could offer them. Perhaps they have grown weary of the constant hustle and bustle. Maybe city life has been too much. Maybe modern life has been too much for this farmer.

Who knows?

But one thing Haley doesn't like, and what keeps her unmoved and still, is change. Adapting, and adjusting isn't meant for her. It took years before she could finally settle a lifestyle in this town, and another two years of adjustment when her parents decided it would be a good idea to abandon them and go travel. She knew where to go, where townspeople go just so she could avoid interacting with them, she accustomed herself to their culture, and the perfect spots for taking pictures. She has it all memorized and planned out perfectly.

And this farmer will be an anomaly to her perfectly (not as perfect as she thought) crafted routine. New face, a new attitude, and just an overall new person she might be obligated to talk to for the sake of introduction.

Pelican is a stagnant pond, yet this farmer, this alien to her world, she's not yet even here but she is already starting to cause ripples.

And Haley doesn't know what to think of it.

~~~~~

Next

Notes:

The title was inspired by Cigarettes After Sex' Kiss it off me. Their songs are such *chef's kiss* and whilst I was listening to this song, it kind of, sorta, reminded me of how my farmer sees her wife. Thus kabooOm this fic is born

Edit: Because I'm procrastinating and I made sure to finish off my other story first, I decided now to transfer this story from Ao3 to Tumblr

[silviakundera]

Melody of Golden Age ep 1-2 watch comments

"Even a ghost claiming lives has personal desires."

Empress Dowager ruling behind the curtain

Head of the Imperial Guards!ML is slightly unusual, that's more commonly the role we see in second male leads/supporting character who backs up the ML.

But because they've made him the ML, he's of course Super Respected & Very Serious Business Guy

I appreciate how OTT melodramatic the ML is. His intro is The Double-esque.

I also appreciate that we can actually tell that armor is supposed to be heavy.

Decent costuming & sets - not historically accurate but the story isn't trying to be. It looks decent (not just cheap fabric & props), creates a sense of time & place. You can tell the clothes have a sense of weight, like they should. tbh my expectations were low, so I didn't expect it to look so good.

So the guy over the Inspectorate is a dick. Noted.

ML has the backing of the Empress Dowager. So tons of political players resent him. A bit precarious.

FL is non-descript but that's not necessarily a bad thing. She just acts like a normal person. After just trying 2 dramas where the actress does this thing where she opens her mouth & eyes wide as she talks and constantly looks unsure/startled and almost sounding-out her words, it's refreshing to see an actress just... talking

Assassination attempt! FL is in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Inspectorate dude most definitely a dick.

LMAO the slo-mo on the ML and the not-at-all-scary dogs 😂😭

ML was the son of a convicted official, huh? Who rose to captain of the guard? not bad, my dude, but who was his benefactor and will they turn out to be SECRETLY EVIL???

FL knows ML from somewhere but is he pretending not to remember, because he just that dramatic

Young orphan boy wants to become FL's disciple. He's cute and hopefully not Secretly Evil (look, SOMEONE is gonna be secretly evil, let's just face facts)

FL is gonna be sister in law to ML but is that truly all she "remembers" about him? ugh her sister has that cutesy way of speaking that grinds my gears. Please!! don't purse your lips and talk wide-mouthed like a child 😭

FL family are not fans of marrying their fav daughter to the dramatic guard leader. FL's concubine mom: "It's quite good to be ignorant and uneducated!"

so there's a reason ML doesn't want this marriage bestowed: the prime minister can threaten their family, pressuring the married in daughter to spy on ML and share info

but engaged sister has fled with a scholar! 😱 how predictible! Except our ML and FL already met, so she will need ML's participation in the subterfuge

LMAOOOOOOOOO ML cannot move a finger without slow mo and an orchestra. can't even trot his horse down the street 😭 buddy is just going for an evening ride stoppppppp

ML is being so omnious and unnecessarily threatening, he knows that girl fled right?

The way they have ML and FL face off so far isn't bad, compared to other low-grade idol dramas - he is above her in status and the way he speaks to her very much reflects that but it never feels to me like he is treating her like a child, simply a lowly constable (he's just That Bitch). She asserts herself with frustration & anger, but she doesn't throw temper tantrums, stamp her feet and pout.

Bad guys are in masks. 🕵

Oh yeah, I knew it - ML is betting on the bride's family to cancel. He knows that 3rd sister won't show.

FL just like, "I'll be the bride" - girl I know ya'll don't want to die for defying the monarch but he literally knows who u are. Like you've had 3 conversations and he knows your name. What's the plan??

lmao he shows up just to be intimidating and point a sword in her face. I would try to sell him on fake-spying.

Huh. He actually doesn't need any convincing! Doesn't press about deceiving the monarch and lets it go. There's been multiple indications that he's a drama queen who had created this image but he has a soft side underneath. He's given her a way out twice now when it would have been easy & convenient to let her die.

ML is right that this marriage isn't much of a threatening conspiracy when everyone knows what's up. He's ridiculous but also sensible.

I hate her sister-friend, do not stay PLEASE go home. you are on my last nerve.

oh naturally ML and FL met as children and there's a token. there's always a childhood token.

ML can't even walk into a room without dramatics asdgghjkl

tbh I feel like he is actually a lot nicer about things than he could have been. other than some threatening, he's just gonna let her live there as long as she doesn't spy on him.

[anti-romantico]

[fun] enhypen jay

warnings: un/protected sex, oral (m&f), kinda public sex

words: 7.2k

— God, that was loud. — You teased after the girl Jay had over left. — And she was cute.

Jay smirked. — I was about to stop when you closed the door, but she begged me to continue.

— Yeah, the nonstop "yes jay, let them hear!" made it clear. — You faked a high-pitched tone, laughing as you snatched the beer he just grabbed from his fridge. 

— I thought you were at a dick appointment, though. — He mentioned, taking another can and laying his back on the fridge. 

— The guy couldn't get it up after I blew him, can you believe it? — You casually asked, causing Jay to laugh really loud.

— Maybe you broke his dick. 

— Well, he promised to call me again, and he better, that tongue of his left me wanting more. — You ditched the empty can in the trash can. — Anyways, Jake asked if we were down for burgers and told me to pick you up. 

That was the kind I trust that existed, not only between Jay and you, but in your whole group of friends. Sharing each other's sex stories was so normal, but of course would tune it down when you were in public after almost being banned from your favorite place. 

And it wasn't strange that you accidentally caught Jay, it had happened to others too.

— Let's go, I'm starving. — He said, grabbing his keys and jacket before you both walked outside his apartment.

Jay drove to your favorite burger place and arrived almost at the same time as the rest of the group, walking inside and seating on your usual spot. 

After an hour of talking and eating, you received a text from your sister, who was also your roommate.

— Uhm, Jay? Can I crash in your place? My sister also has a dick appointment. — You answered to her text before looking up to Jay.

— Sure, I just have to clean a little. — He agreed, getting up and paying before the others followed him to do the same.

He drove back to his place, and the two of you were cleaning his apartment, making sure that nothing was on the floor or couches, even the coffee table. 

When he was cleaning his room, he went to the bathroom and you went to his room, getting some of the pajamas you have left in the past. 

You went out of the room to the bathroom and ran into Jay in the middle of the hallway.

— I'm going to bed, so you can take the guest room or the couch. — He moved to the side so you could walk.

— I'll take the guest room.

Jay nodded, turning around to go to his room and closing the door.

After brushing your teeth, you changed your clothes and went to the guest room, turning the remaining lights off on your way.

But you couldn't sleep, you thought it was the hot weather since you were sweating, but a tingling sensation between your legs made you sigh frustrated.

— Seriously? Right now? — You asked yourself. If only that guy could've managed to get his dick up, you wouldn't be in this situation.

You let another frustrated sigh, closing your eyes, trying to fall asleep, but a soft know distract you.

— Are you ok? — Jay asked, breaking the silence.

— No. — You sat up when he opened the door. — Do you have sleeping pills? 

Jay chuckled. — Why do you need them? 

— So I can finally sleep? — You answered like it was obvious.

— I mean, yeah, I know, but...

You interrupted, annoyed at your body reactions. — Because I'm sexually frustrated, Jay. — He stayed quiet, not knowing what to say. — Just go, I'll stop making noise.

— I'm sure I have tea that can help though, you just have to look for it. — He teased, closing the door before the pillow you threw could hit him.

But you were too lazy to look for said tea, so you stayed, wrapped in the hot blanket. At least this time your frustrated sighs were quieter. But the tingling sensation was still there, and you couldn't fight it anymore.

You turned to lay on your back and put a hand on top of your pants, rubbing your clit.

— Fuck. — You bit your lip, making sure you weren't loud.

Your hand slid to your lower back, pulling down your pants before you moved your hand to your pussy, putting two fingers in and rubbing your clit with your thumb.

You placed your other hand over your mouth to cover the next moan. You bit one of your fingers and looked around, noticing the open door and getting up. You closed the door and locked it.

You quickly returned to your position and rubbed your clit faster, your moan muffled with your hand.

— God — You were close, but your hand couldn't do the trick, you needed something more. — If Jay could see what I'm about to do. — You said when you stood up and grabbed the pillow you previously threw at him, placing in between your legs.

Your hands were holding the pillow as you rubbed your pussy against it. The wetness of your panties was noticeable, and the friction made you moan louder, but you couldn't care less.

The only thing you cared was about reaching your orgasm, which was close, really close. The way you were thrusting the pillow was fast and needy. 

The pillow was damp by your juices when you finally reached your orgasm, and you laid down, removing the pillow.

You didn't realized when you fell asleep, but the morning after, you had to run to the bathroom so you could clean yourself and try to find out what to do with the pillow. 

— Plans for today? — Jay asked while eating breakfast. 

— I have to finish some work my boss had been insisting on. Just that. — You stood up, placing your plate and cup in the sink. 

— Let me finish and I'll drive you, then. — You nodded and went to the guest room to make sure you didn't forget anything.

In the middle of the ride, your phone turned off, interrupting the call you were in with your boss.

— Oh he's gonna be so mad. — You laughed, looking at Jay.

You didn't see him after a few days, both being stuck with work every time you had plans to hang out with the rest. 

It was until the weekend, Jay knocked on your door, being received by your sister on her way out.

— Another dick appointment. — You said loudly to tease your sister before she could leave. 

— Speaking of... — Jay left the snacks he bought on the coffee table of your living room. — What happened with that guy? Did he finally fix his dick?

Your rolled your eyes and opened one of the spicy chips. — He sent me a dick pick while I was working and got mad I didn't send him a nude 5 seconds later. 

— Prick. — Jay said, snatching the chips from you and eating one. — We'll find you another one. 

— If he has a working dick, I'll be the happiest person in the world. — You sighed dramatically. — How was work?

Jay proceeded to tell you how his week was while you both watched the movie, eating the snacks and ignoring the calls and messages you both got from your group chat.

— What is all that? What bar? — You asked, reading all the 70 messages. 

— There's this new bar and today's the inauguration, Sunghoon haven't stopped talking about it. Wanna go? — Jay asked, also taking oit his phone to check the messages. 

You nod as you shrugged. — Why not?

Jay was your designated driver so you could let loose a little with the drinks. As you were making your way to the bathroom with the girls, a guy approached Jay and Sunghoon.

— Hey, is the one with the dark blue top someone's girl? — He asked. Both denied, laughing at the situation. — Do you mind if I take her somewhere? 

— Ask her! — Sunghoon said, pointing at you walking toward them.

The guy smiled and introduced himself, whispering in your ear the whole time. Your friends' laughed.

But you rejected the guy, telling him you were there with your friends. And they were surprised when he nodded and left. 

You sat down beside Jay, whom bumped into you to get your attention.

— What happened with being sexually frustrated? — He asked in a quiet tone so only you could hear him.

— I saw him talking with another girl earlier, not risking it. — Jay nodded, placing an arm around your shoulders in a protective way.

Back in your apartment, you sat down on your couch, throwing your shoes to the door and placing them over Jay's lap after he sat down beside you.

Unconsciously, Jay started to rub the skin of your leg softly, tickling. You shook your leg a few times so he could stop. But he didn't, instead, his hands were now massaging your feet. You didn't bother to tell him to stop, as he had been doing that a few times before.

You woke up with Jay carrying you to your bed, placing you on it carefully, making sure your head wouldn't hit the wall.

— What a gentleman. — You said, letting him lay your down on your bed. 

— Is your sister getting home tonight? — He asked since he always would stay at her room.

— Shit, she's not, but she did tell me she'd lock her room. Her hamster had been escaping and doesn't want us to accidentally step on it. 

Jay shrugged. — That's fine, I'll take the couch then. 

— Of course not, those couches are way too small for you. Stay here. — You grabbed your pajamas and a sweatpant he had left for him. 

— Do you mind if I sleep shirtless? 

You shook your head, going to the bathroom to brush your teeth and change clothes. 

In the morning, you noticed you were cold, and when you reached for the blanket, you couldn't find it. You opened your eyes and found yourself facing a sleeping Jay, a shirtless sleeping Jay. 

God, you should've accepted the quickie the guy from the bar offered. 

Jay look way too god like that, forehead frowned and lips slightly pouting. You tried to ignore the tingling sensation and reached for the blanket on the floor, covering both with it. 

You turned your body around, your back facing him and went back to sleep, or almost, because Jay suddenly hugged you from your hips, hiding his face in your hair.  

You ignored the heat in your cheeks, but not the one on your lower half, as his hands were on the edge of your pajamas. You decided to focus on your breathing, the sound of him sleeping, and anything other than the fact that a man was hugging you from the back. 

The sound of your phone ringing broke the silence, waking you up again. You gently pushed Jay's hand away, but his grip on your hip was strong.

Then, you felt it. Not that couldn't be... Was it? Why did it feel so close? Why was he so hard? Morning woods weren't supposed to feel like that, were they? 

You took a deep breath, turning your head and found him asleep. — Jay... — You whispered, trying to wake him up, but you only earn a hard pull, fully sticking your body to his. 

You bit your lower lip when you felt his cock against your butt.

— Jay — You repeated, a little louder this time, finally waking him up.

He was confused at first, but then noticed his grip on your hip and pulled back. — Shit... I'm so sorry. — He covered his boner with his hand.

— It's fine... Are you ok?

— Yeah, I was... Fuck, I was having a wet dream. I'm really sorry. 

You laughed, turning your body towards him. — That explains everything. 

Jay covered his eyes with his arm, trying to erase the images of his head, not noticing his boner was standing at full grace. 

And you couldn't look away from it, clenching your thighs, still being able to feel the ghost of his boner rubbing against you.

— But... You still have a problem down there. — You pointed at his boner when he looked at you. 

— Oh god, stop looking! — He was scandalized, but also laughing. 

— I mean, it's massive, I'm sorry for taking a look.  — You laid down again, waiting for him to open his eyes.

— It can't be the biggest you've seen. — He kept his eyes covered. 

— As a morning wood? Yeah, pretty sure it is. — You stood up for your phone when it rang again, finding Jay finally looking at the ceiling.

— Jake said he bought ramen and gyozas. — You read the text out loud, sitting on the edge of your bed.

— I can't think of food right now, [Y/N]. 

You chuckled, laying on your stomach, looking st him. — Yeah it's... pretty obvious.

— I told you to stop looking, you're not helping. — He slightly pushed you, folding his legs so his boner wouldn't be too obvious.

— Do you even want me to help you? — You joked, putting your phone on your night stand and looking at him when he didn't answer. 

Jay had his lower lip between his teeth, was he seriously considering it?

— Don't ask those kind of questions. Let's get dressed. — He finally answered, and when he tried to stand up, your small hand on his arm stopped him.

— Do you? — It was the first time you used your infamous "sex eyes" on him, watching him tilt his head, waiting for you to start laughing.

But you didn't, you were dead serious about helping him get rid of his boner. 

— Is this going to change anything? — You shook your head, patiently waiting for his green light. — Is it going to happen again? — You shrugged. — God, you're not offering a blowjob, this is not real.

— I'm just saying I'll help you, you're the one mentioning a blowjob. 

Jay lifted an eyebrow. — I'm not the only desperate here, you could've just keep your mouth shut. 

— And you could've just ignored me and jerk off in the bathroom, but you're here considering it. — Jay rolled his eyes, upset this conversation wasn't turning him off. It was the opposite. 

— Do whatever the fuck you want, just don't make eye contact. — He finally said, earning the biggest grin from you.

You got closer to him, pulling the blanket off. With a deep breath, you pulled down his pajama pants and boxers, audibly gasping when you finally saw it in front of your face. Red, hard, large.

Slowly, you started to jerk him off, spitting a little to make the work easier. Jay's breath halted when he felt your spot on him, bitting him lip to not make an embarrassing sound. 

You kept doing that for a couple of minutes, enough for Jay to think that was everything you would do, until he felt your hand pulling away. When he was about to ask, he saw you removing the bottoms of your pajamas and straddling him, your back facing him.

— What are you doing? — Jay asked, fighting the urge to place his hands on your hips.

— You told me I could do whatever the fuck I want. — You answered without turning around.

You started to move your hips over his cock, moaning at how big it felt. You reached for his hands, pulling them to your hips, allowing him to touch you. He cursed, moving his hips to meet yours.

Jay's hands moved to your ass, giving it a light slap. — Take your shirt off, [Y/N]. — You obeyed, taking it off slowly, but fast enough so Jay wouldn't lose his mind. His hands were gripping your ass, kneading it with a strong grip. He breathed out, reaching his limit. He had to do something.

And that something was you laying on his lap, with Jay thrusting his hips harder, pushing his cock harder against your clit.

But you weren't even close, he felt good, but you needed it more.

— Jay... — You called him without stopping. — I can't... I need more.

Jay groaned when you turned around, removing yourself from him. — I was almost there, [Y/N]. — He complained, opening his eyes and finding you kneeling beside him, not caring you were only in your underwear. Jay tried his best to not look at your boobs.

— But I wasn't. — You whined, using a tone you've never used with him.

— What do you want? — Jay kicked his boxers and pajama, his skin feeling too hot for his liking.

You reached to your drawer, that was on Jay's side of of the bed, letting him see your boobs right in front of him. You took a condom out, placing beside his head.

— Are you sure? God, this is a really bad idea. — Jay tried to bring you back to your senses.

— I've been humping my pillows, your pillows and now you for the past week. I need a dick inside me, Jay. 

Jay's cock twitched at your language, chuckling. — Right.... Fine, let's do it. 

You moved in record time when you heard him, opening the condom and putting it on him, loving  the way he closed his eyes when you jerked him a little once the it was properly placed. 

You removed your underwear before straddling him, doing your best to not look him in the eyes like he asked.

You slowly started to lower your hips and felt Jay's fingers digging in the soft skin of your hips. You were trying to take his cock fully, but he was just too big.

— Fuck... I didn't stretch you out. — Jay rubbed the skin of your hips, feeling guilty when he saw your face expressions.

— Just... give me a minute. — You sank your hips down fully, digging your nails in his chest. 

Jay patiently waited, even though he was loosing his mind by your sudden squeezes around him.  And he knew you were finally ready when he felt you move a little. You slowly started bouncing on his dick, moving your hips in a way it hit your insides just right. You weren't moaning, but you were biting your lip and grabbing Jay's chest a little too hard. Jay took that as a cue and started to thrust his hips up, meeting yours.  You were clenching your walls around him, making his breaths heavier and faster.

He grabbed your hips, moving you so you were on your back. He didn't take his eyes off your face, watching the way you were closing your eyes, the way you bit your lip to keep quiet. The way your face was turning red, your cheeks hot, how your hair was a mess in your pillow.

— Look at me, baby. — That slipped up, but you didn't seem to mind because you open your eyes and sighed at the view.

Jay's face was contorted in pleasure, his jaw slack and his tongue licking his lips as he continued to move his hips, hitting you deeper than before.

— Jay. — Your voice was a whisper, your face and body too sensitive. Jay's hands were rubbing your thighs, caressing your hips, making your heart beat fast out if pleasure. 

The bed started to squeak and crash against the wall due to his rough thrusts. You placed your arms over his shoulders, your nails scratching his back, earning a growl from him.

Your head was spinning, your legs started to tremble. — Jay, please. — You didn't know what you were begging for, you only knew you needed something, anything.

Jay understood the moment he saw your legs trembling harder, his eyes rolling back. — Come here. — His arms were around your back, your legs on his side as he bent over, your noses touching.

— Jay, I need more. I'm so close. — Your arms were around his shoulders. You started to move your hips on your own, the friction making your insides tingle.

— Shit. — He cursed under his breath, biting your lower lip before grabbing your legs. He was moving faster, holding your legs on his shoulders. His mouth was on your neck, biting the skin before soothing the place with his tongue.

You couldn't help but scream when you felt your orgasm approaching. You were squeezing your legs around his head, your arms holding him close. Jay cummed first, but didn't stop, he kept giving you pleasure.

He leaned down, placing his hand between your legs, rubbing your clit with his thumb. You cried when your orgasm hit, his hand still on your clit, rubbing it even after your release.

— I got you, baby. I got you. —  He whispered, his fingers now going up and down with your release. You kept your legs tightly wrapped around him even after he pulled away, his lips kissing your inner thighs. 

You finally let him go, feeling tired after cumming, your body heavy. Jay laid down beside you, his eyes still heavy. He turned to face you, his arm reaching out to move the hair on your face.

— Was it that good? — You asked, watching him trying to find the words. Jay couldn't talk, he only nodded. 

— We're not... telling the others, right? — Jay asked after a few minutes.

— I was thinking the same thing, but I don't see why we should. Unless this is going somewhere?

Jay felt like an asshole, but he knew he had to be honest with you. — Kick me out if you want, but I enjoyed this too much for me to see it as something else.

And you felt the relieve all over your body. — I'm so glad you said that, Jay. I thought our friendship would be over after today.

— Oh God, no, I'd hate myself for loosing one of my best friends after something like this. — Jay removed the condom, going to your bathroom, bring followed by you.

— You asked if this was going to happen again earlier, right? — You started to ask, ignoring that both of you were totally naked standing in your bathroom. Jay nodded, washing his hands. — Were you serious? I'm not talking about being fuck buddies, but maybe if it's been too long or one of our booty calls cancel, we can call each other. 

Jay crossed his arms. — This is not exclusive, just casual. — You nodded. — Yeah, why not. 

And it worked a little too perfect for both. Even though you still had your own booty calls, you would find a good excuse to continue with your new routine. It was obvious your shared unspoken rule was to stop once any of you would get too serious with someone, which it haven't happened.

But there was also another thing you two weren't sharing with the other and it was that after a month, none of you were seeing other people, you just assumed.

You finally got some free days from work, immediately going to Jay's apartment, where the rest of your friends were. 

And it was exciting, while your friends were too busy playing, eating or just talking, you were with Jay at the laundry room of his building with the excuse of going to the store for something Sunghoon asked. 

He had you on top of a washing machine, legs spread, short hanging on just one of your ankles and underwear moved to the side while he was eating you out like a starved man.

Your head was thrown back, moaning, hands gripping the top of the washing machine.

 — Jay… Please.

He looked up, his tongue still moving up and down. — Not yet.

— Just fuck me. Please. — You begged, pulling him up to kiss you. — I want you.

He bit your lip and turned you around, pulling your underwear to the side again before teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock.

— Fuck. — He breathed out when he was fully inside you. You were both moaning with pleasure, doing your best to keep quiet.

Jay moved his hips slowly, teasingly. He knew he was driving you crazy, but it was something he loved to do. He was addicted to the way you would whine for more, the way you would push your ass back, begging him to fuck you harder.

— Jay… — You complained, looking back and pushing yourself up, holding him tightly from the back of his neck.

His hands were on your hips, pushing you down on him. — Patience, baby.

You rolled your eyes, letting him push your body back down. Jay was still teasing, rubbing the inside of your thighs. He was trying to keep you still, but that only made you push your hips harder.

You were so tight, so warm, so soft, he never wanted to be out of you. His eyes were now glued to the way your ass would clench when he thrust his hips.

He knew you wouldn't be able to stay quiet for too long. And he was right.

He pulled your hips back, hitting your ass, making you squeal. He covered your mouth with his hand, moving his hips faster. You bit your lip when you felt Jay's thrusts harder, his cock was pushing your cervix, making you scream under his hand.

You started to feel lightheaded, you couldn't hear anything but his hips slapping against yours, his pants in your ear, his hands in your hips. His cock hitting that special spot inside you was making you feel like you were high, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

You were begging, your voice a whisper. You wanted him to release you, to make you cum. You were so close to your orgasm, and Jay knew that. He only needed a little more. He wanted to see you beg. 

— Please, Jay… I want to cum, please. — You turned your head, finding his lips. You kissed him, biting his lip as you continued to beg him to cum.

You heard him curse when you moved your hips faster, fucking him on your own. He squeezed your hips when you started to clench around him. — Shit, [Y/N], fuck. I'm so fucking close, baby.

He helped you cum first, riding your orgasm before you got on your kneed and sucked him off,  swallowing everything he had to give.

When you were back in Jay's apartment, no one questioned what took you so long, didn't even noticing it took you 20 minutes to go to the store in front of Jay's building.

Another instance was when all of you were at a bar. There was a sudden move Jay did that made you horny, feeling how your underwear got wet. You tried your best to ignore it, but the feeling became unbearable. You grabbed your phone and pretended you got a call, excusing yourself for a few minutes.

— Guys, I have to go, my boss need me early tomorrow. — You said once you were back with your friends.

— Do you need me to drive you? — Jay asked, knowing perfectly you never received a call.

— Is it ok? I can call a cab. — You grabbed your jacket and put it on, saying goodbye.

— Don't worry, does anyone else need a ride? — You internally wished no one would say yes, but Sunghoon stepped up, but Jay already had a plan 

— Uh, Jay? My place was that way. — You said when Jay didn't take the desviation to your place which was closer.

Jay stopped his conversation with Sunghoon and cursed. — Shit, I'm sorry, [Y/N]. 

You wanted to laugh, bitting you lower lip and playfully hitting him. After you dropped Sunghoon off, you got into the passenger seat and both waited until he got in his place, driving away when he closed the door.

The drive was calm, quiet even. But the tension was there, it was a heavy silence. Jay gave you a last look before getting outside a parking lot.

You understood, taking off your seatbelt and grabbing him by the neck. You kissed him before he could say anything, palming him through his jeans.

Jay let you open his jean and take out his cock, cursing when your grip tighten on the base. You looked at him, waiting for a cue, and when he nodded, you put him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip.

You kept your mouth there, pushing your head down until you could feel him on the back of your throat. You tried to relax yourself, taking him deeper in your throat, your grip loosening on the base.

Jay's hips buckled up, his hands were on your head, grabbing your hair. You were drooling, sucking him like your life depended on it.

— Fuck, [Y/N]. — His eyes were on you, your lips swollen, your eyes watery from your gag reflex kicking in.

You kept your hand on the base, stroking him as you sucked his tip. You licked up and down the shaft, sucking his balls into your mouth before taking him in your mouth again.

Jay was going to cum soon, his voice became deeper. He was moaning and grunting, his eyes never leaving your face.

— Baby, I'm fucking close. — He warned, his grip on your hair stronger. You kept going, your mouth engulfing his cock again, going as deep as you could.

Jay's cock twitched on your mouth until he came, cum filling your mouth. You swallowed everything, your hands on his thighs.

You released him with a pop, breathing heavily, your cheeks red, your underwear wet.

Jay quickly got out of the car, opening your door and hovering you, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down with your underwear. His fingers were quick to find your clit, your moans loud.

You covered your mouth, biting the fabric of your shirt when he pushed two fingers inside you, your pussy clenching around them.

— You're so fucking wet. — He added another finger, moving them in and out, his thumb rubbing your clit in circles, bringing you to the edge.

Your orgasm came crashing down, making you shake in your seat, your release dripping down his fingers. Jay brought his hand to his mouth, sucking your juices out of them.

You pulled him down, forcing him between your legs, sighing when you felt his cock between your pussy lips. 

— I don't have condoms here, baby. — He told you, not being able to control his hips moving against you.

— Then you better pull out. — You said, kissing him. 

He kissed you back, pushing inside you with one thrust, both moaning when he did.

You reached for his head, kissing him harder, your hand pulling his hair. Jay was moving fast, his hips pushing you against the seat. He grabbed your hips, pulling you closer, his cock hitting your cervix.

His mouth was now on your neck, sucking and biting your skin, leaving marks on it. He pushed your shirt up, his mouth sucking on your nipples through your bra.

He was groaning and moaning against your skin. His thrusts were becoming faster, harder. You knew he wouldn't last much longer. You wrapped your legs around him, moving your hips to meet his.

— Fuck... Don't do that. — He moaned, grabbing one of your legs and pulling it away. 

You giggled, but your laugh was cut short when he pulled out. He knelt on the floor, his tongue licking your entrance.

— Jay. — You moaned his name, grabbing his hair, pulling it. He sucked your clit and pushed two fingers in you, curling them up. Your thighs were shaking on both sides of his head. You couldn't control yourself.

— Cum for me, baby. Cum on my tongue. — You did as he asked, your legs closing around his head. He continued licking you even after you started shaking due to the overstimulation.

He the made you seat down, legs out if the car and pulling you down by your neck.

You understood, taking him in your mouth , pushing your head as down as you could. You sucked him off like your life depended on that, moving your head up and down his shaft, your hand stroking the base.

Jay was moaning your name, his fingers were running through your hair. He looked up when you heard someone walking by, but continued to thrust his hips in your mouth.

You placed your hand on his balls, massaging them with your hand. Jay groaned, his hips now buckling up. You deepthroated him again, making him cum down your throat.

With his thumb, Jay cleaned your lip, making you clean it. — Good girl.

You giggled and pulled him down to kiss him again. — Let's go to my apartment, my sister's gone.

Jay obeyed, driving fast to your building. You dragged him to your couch, getting naked in record time. 

He was behind you, teasing your entrance like he liked, edging you and pulling back when you would push your hips.

— You know what you need to do, baby. — He loved when you begged, and you never cared how pathetic you looked, you always complied. 

 — Please, fuck me, Jay. I want you so bad. Please, baby, I need you.

His eyes were dark with lust, his pupils dilated. He wasn't fairing much better, his cock leaking precum, his legs trembling.

You looked back, finding Jay's gaze. He was waiting for you, he wanted you to beg again, which you did, reaching back to grab his neck, pulling him to kiss you.

— Please, Jay, I need your cock in me. Fuck me, please.

Jay gave up, pushing inside you slowly until he bottomed out. You cried, the sudden stretch hurting you. He kissed your shoulders, rubbing your back with his fingers.

You nodded, giving him the ok. He started to move his hips, slowly at first, then he picked up speed. His thrusts became harder, faster.

You screamed when he grabbed your hair, pulling you up.

— Keep your hands there. — He ordered. You obeyed. Your hands were above your head, holding the back of the couch. — Good girl.

He pushed his cock inside you hard, pulling you by your waist. You were crying, moaning his name.

Jay's hands were squeezing your waist, his cock pushing you to the brink of insanity.

You felt his thrusts become sloppy, his moans louder.

— Touch yourself, baby. — Jay ordered, his voice barely a whisper.

Jay was still thrusting inside you, groaning when he felt your pussy was squeezing his cock as your orgasm hit. He slowed down his thrusts, pulling out and laying you on the couch. 

You sat up and pulled him up by his neck, kissing him while your hands were on his cock, stroking him. Not long after, you felt him cum, spilling on your stomach, sighing at the warm sensation. 

— Do you want me to stay? — Jay asked, brushing his lips over yours. You nodded, hugging him by the neck and allowing him to take you to your room where he grabbed a dirty towel and cleaned you. 

The morning after, Jay woke up first, going to the kitchen for water. Just when he was pouring a second of glass, your sister got out of her room.

— Good morning, didn't hear you arrive. — Jay casually said.

— I've been here the whole night. — She said, letting Jay know she heard everything. — Didn't know you two were dating. 

Jay almost dropped one of the glasses. — We... We aren't. 

— Oh... Since when you two have been... you know. — She asked as she washed her hamster's sphere.

— Just a few... months. — Almost five to me exact. 

— Right... I'll pretend I didn't hear anything. I believe you two already settled everything. — Jay nodded, still frozen on his spot. 

Your sister locked herself in her room again, leaving Jay alone in the kitchen. A couple of minutes later, you got out of your room. 

—  It looks like you saw a ghost. — You joked, grabbing one of the glasses from the table. — What's wrong?

And even though your sister said she was going to pretend she didn't know, realization slapped Jay on the face.

— Your sister heard us. — Jay said, studying your instant panicked reaction. — She was here the whole time we were fucking on that couch. And in your room. — You didn't answer, you just looked at your sister's door.

— Did she say anything? — You didn't know if you wanted to know, but you knew your sister.

— She said she didn't know we were dating. 

— And you told her... — You stopped talking, signing him to continue.

— That we're not. And then she asked for how long this have been happening and I just said a few months. 

You nodded, but weren't pleased by the last information. — It's not like we've been doing it for such a long time, right? 

— Next week is going to be five months, [Y/N]. 

— And? You're saying it like it's five years. — You scoffed, finishing the water to wet your throat.

— When was the last time you were that consistent with someone? — The question felt like a flick on your forehead, starting to wake you up. — When... When was the last time you were with someone that's not me, [Y/N]? — And that one felt like a punch in the stomach, knocking all the wind out of you.

— Why are you suddenly so curious? 

— Suddenly? We always talked about that, but I don't even remember the last time I was with someone else. 

— And am I stopping you from doing it? Why are you acting like it's my fault? 

— It's not an accusation, baby, but if we've always been honest with the other, why is it so hard for you to admit you haven't been with anyone else either. 

— Because that complicates everything, Jay!

— No, it doesn't. Not communicating does. I still want to throw you around and fuck you on every surface I see, but you have to consider we unconsciously became exclusive. 

You walked to your room, being followed by Jay. — I have to go to work, you can stay if you want. — You said, throwing your pajamas to your bed, not caring you were practically walking naked around him. 

Jay called your name, grabbing you by your arm when you ignored him. — Please, don't run away from this. 

— We don't even know what the fuck is this, Jay. 

And that was true, Jay couldn't argue about it so he just let you go, sitting on your bed and watch you get ready. When he thought you were about to leave, he saw you stop by your door before turning around and walking to him.

Gently, you pulled his hair from the back of his head, making him look up. And just as gently, you kissed him, making Jay sigh into it, placing his hand on your hip. But before he could do anything else, you pulled away, finally leaving him alone. 

Jay stayed, cleaning, cooking, talking with your sister, taking care of her hamster while she went to the store. It felt like the worst 6 hours of his life. Because even though you lived there, it felt like you weren't coming back, causing a big wave of relief when he saw you cross the door. 

And just like you two needed it, because you did, kissed aggressively, dragging each other to your room before closing the door and throwing around your clothes. 

— How was work? — Jay asked, pushing you against the wall and grabbing one of your legs, thrusting his hard soft cock into your clothed count. 

—  Shit… boring. — You managed to answer, your head hitting the wall.

Jay kissed your neck, sucking it, leaving hickeys on it. Your back arched, a moan leaving your lips.

He turned you around, pushing your back on his chest. He used his feet to spread your legs and thrust his hips into your pussy.

You moaned loudly, moving your ass on him, feeling him through the fabric. Jay groaned in your ear, pushing you to the bed, making you fall on your stomach and immediately got on your knees, your ass up.

Jay kneeled between your legs and spread your ass cheeks, pushing his tongue inside you.

You cried, pushing your ass back on his face. Jay grabbed your thighs, his tongue lapping up and down your pussy.

Jay groaned against you, his tongue flicking your clit. He bit you, making you jump, his tongue moving up and down. He grabbed you by the hips and pulled you back on him. His tongue was deep inside you, your walls tightening around him.

Jay pulled back, his tongue on your clit, rubbing circles on it, making you cry. His hands were on your hips, pushing you back on his face.

— Did you miss me? — He placed himself between your legs and pulled your hips down.

— Let's use just say I imagined a world without your cock... I didn't like it. — Jay laughed, teasing your entrance with his fingers.  

He pushed two inside, moving his fingers in and out. You moaned his name. Jay knew what you wanted. You wanted him to move faster, deeper, but he wanted to torture you a little bit.

Jay moved his fingers out, pushing them into you again. His mouth was on your clit, sucking it while his fingers moved in and out.

You pushed your ass back, moving your hips. Jay sucked your clit harder, his fingers going deeper. His name was the only thing that could come out of your lips.

You moaned his name again, your walls tightening, your back arching. Jay's fingers were moving faster, sucking harder until you came on his fingers, your arms giving up and falling to the mattress. You were panting, your legs shaking.

Jay moved you to your back, licking his fingers, making sure they were clean. He kissed your ankles, your thighs, your hips, and finally your lips. He kissed you deeply, pushing his tongue into your mouth.

You pushed him onto his back and straddled him, rubbing his cock on your pussy.

He thrust up, making you moan. You sat up and slowly lowered yourself onto him, his cock filling you. You threw your head back, moaning loudly.

Jay thrust up, his hands on your hips, helping you to ride him. You started to move your hips back and forth, taking him deep inside you.

You moaned his name with each thrust, his cock hitting you in the deepest spot. He groaned loudly, his hips bucking up to meet yours. Your breasts bounced with each movement, your body flush against his.

Your body started to shake. Your moans were getting louder and louder. You were getting. You felt his cock twitch inside you. You were so close to cumming. You wanted to cum on his cock.

— Baby... Fuck, I'm close. — Jay warned, moaning when you started to bounced on him. — [Y/N], baby, I'm not joking. Ah! 

You grabbed his hands when he tried to remove you from him, and he knew he was stronger than you, but you felt too good, dangerously good.

— Don't you think that... If we're going to be exclusive, we can... allow ourselves to... more. — You spoke between moans, moving your hips back and forth. — Cum inside me, Jay. Please.

His eyes widened, his face losing all the color. But he couldn't deny you, so he grabbed your hips and thrusted up, feeling your room with the sound of moans and slapping skin against skin.

You felt him cum inside you, the hot sensation making you reach your own orgasm. You fell on his chest, his cock still inside you, his cum slowly dripping down your leg. You moaned when you felt it, feeling the sticky liquid on your thigh. You shivered, your pussy pulsing.

— Can you stop doing it while I'm here! For fuck sake! — Your sister yelled from the other side of your room, making both laugh.

— You weren't when we started!

[storydays]

We'll Keep This Love in a Photograph John Dory X Fem Reader

Laughter filled the clearing, as BroZone and the Pop sisters sat around the camp fire. Turns out sitting around and roasting marshmallows was fun. In order to build their relationships strong, BroZone decided to have monthly get togethers, and each sibling got to choose where they hung out, and this monthly is was John Dory's turn.

"Hey, JD! I found this photo book while I was looking for more hot chocolate, which I found by the way, but who are these Trolls?" Poppy asked, coming out with a picture book in her hands.

John Dory froze seeing the book, face falling into a sad smile as he gently took the book from the Pop Queen. "John? You okay?" Floyd asked, putting a hand on his brother's shoulder.

"Y-yeah..." The oldest Troll trailed off, clearly not in the moment anymore. Floyd shared a look with Bruce, and looked at the now open book that changed John Dory's mood.

The first picture of a much younger John Dory holding the camera , and a female Troll both grinning wildly at the camera, and they were both dressed in winter clothes, covered in snow, the female holding a pair of ski poles in her hand.

"This, uh, is another part of why I've been gone so long. This photo book is all that's left of them."

He took a few pictures out with gentle hands, and passed them around the group.

"This is...sorry, was (Y/N)...she was my wife. She used to run a ski lodge in the Nerverglade Trails with her family." He chuckled fondly, thinking of the wild adrenaline junkie Troll. "She taught me how to ski, and I taught her how to make Grandma's flavorberry pie. She had the biggest sweet tooth ever, even bigger than you two, Poppyseed and Viva."

The others looked between the pictures and John Dory, feeling the happy energy coming from the oldest Troll, as he looked back on these fond memories.

"We dated for about 3 years, before she proposed." "Wait, she proposed?" Bruce asked, tilting his head, clearly invested in the story...he was the Heartthrob for a reason, he'd always been sucker for a good love story and happy endings.

John Dory laughed loudly, making his brothers smile. "Yeah, Sweet Tooth wasn't very patient. She did what she wanted whenever she wanted, and took everyone on the ride along with her."

Branch then showed Poppy a a photo booth style picture of John Dory and (Y/N) in their wedding clothes: JD holding (Y/N) bridal style, grinning , switching their wedding clothes, both making silly faces, and finally the two sharing a kiss, holding each other close.

"Once we were married, we couldn't keep our hands to ourselves, so it wasn't a surprise when she told me she was pregnant." John showed Clay a picture of an polka dotted egg on a pillow with (second favorite color), fluffy bangs poking out, with smirking (Y/N) holding up a onesie that said, "You can stop asking now❤️." and John Dory clearly excited, frozen in time looking at the egg in awe.

Clay and Viva were both looking at a picture of John Dory sleeping on the couch with the tiny infant resting on his chest, (Y/N) looking like she was trying hard not to squeal.

Floyd smiled at the little toddler now making a face as she wore her father's goggles and a diaper, (Y/N) holding her stomach clearly laughing. "She was a wild child, wasn't she?" the second youngest BroZone member asked.

"Took after her mama, that's for sure. Her name was Cara. My little Cara Beara." Rhonda squealed excitedly, remembering the little Trolling. Bruce smiled at the little nickname before frowning. "Wait, was? John, what happened?"'

John Dory scowled at his hands, before looking sadly at the final photo that made its way into his hands. It was the last picture they'd taken before it happened. Cara was a big girl, now at the age of 8 years old, resting on her dad's back, and her mom's hand on her shoulder. (Y/N), holding 2 pairs of ice skates, but she was also wearing a pair of compression socks on her feet. John Dory was holding the camera on a stick, to do a group selfie.

"Cara wanted to learn to ice skate, and (Y/N)'s been skating since she was a kid, so obviously she was the best choice. It was going to be below freezing later that night, and we wanted to get Cara out in nature before hen. So while they were skating, I wanted to surprise them with a hot chocolate movie night snack bar. I came back to Rhonda, and I noticed it started to get darker."

JD exhaled softly, tearing up. "I went to go get them, still skating, and having fun. So I went to get them, when I saw a fox creeping towards my girls. I yelled out to them, and started running, hoping to get to them in time." John Dory flinched, as if he was relieving the moment again. "I was too far to get to them, and by the time (Y/N) realized I was saying, the fox ate them both in one bite."

John Dory pushed the palm of his hands into his eyes fighting the tears, threatening to spill, losing the battle and letting out a sob, as he continued to berate himself.

"It was my fault! If I'd been out there and skating, instead of inside with Rhonda, we would've gotten out and home safely! I'd promise to protect them, and I turned my back on them! If they didn't get eaten,(Y/N) would've taken Cara and left me because I--" John was cut off by his brothers hugging him tightly, Floyd sniffling softly.

"JD, we've seen the pictures...there was so much love between you, (Y/N), and even more so when Cara was born. You did what you could, and they're with you now, even if you can't see them." Bruce sniffed, he knew what it was like to lose a child. Brandy had 2 miscarriages before they got pregnant. "You've carried this burden that wasn't yours, for so long. It was an accident." Floyd whispered.

JD gripped on to his brothers, sobbing quietly, letting them take on some of his pain.

Poppy and Viva placed a supporting hand on one of JD's shoulders, in silent support. Viva noticed a slight glow out of the corner of the eye. She nudged Poppy, who gasped, catching the brothers' attention.

Standing a few feet away, petting Rhonda was a ghost version of (Y/N) and Cara, both of their smiles brightening when they saw the group looking at them.

"It was never your fault, Daredevil. It was an accident. But we're okay now, John." "Yeah! Now we can watch out for you, just like you did for us Daddy!" Cara yelled excitedly, before going over to hug her dad. John Dory gasped, feeling her hold on to him, before hugging her tightly back. (Y/N) came over to join the family hug. The rest of BroZone smiled softly, seeing the family together.

"Enjoy your brothers, go on adventures do you can tell us all about it." (Y/N) cooed, as she and Cara backed away and began to fade away. "Bye Daddy! We love you!" "Goodbye, my love. We'll wait for you to come home." promised (Y/N), as they faded away completely, John sobbing harder in his brothers' arm, holding that last picture in his hands.

"We keep this love in a photograph."

Wow that one got away from me lol

Let me know what you guys think!

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OC Interview Tag

(answer the questions for your OC as if your character were answering them!)

Thank you for the tag @squidgang !

Doing this for both Jyothika and Bhavan! they're answering the interview at the same time/doing it together.

((time-wise this takes place a few years after bg3))

Are you named after anyone?

Bhavan: I…think? I was named after my Appa’s Thata? Or some other relative? But your guess is as good as mine, honestly.

Jyothika: No. I mean, I do share my name with a Queen—

Bhavan: Really?

Jyothika: Yes. The first Rani born, after our people moved above ground, her name was Jyothika. But, no, I wasn’t named after anyone.

When was the last time you cried?

Bhavan: oh shit, give me a moment…I’ve cried a lot…hmm, recently? It was during our anniversary last month. Jyothi gave me a necklace, that she made in honour of my sister.

(Turns to Jyothika) thank you again, my love.

Jyothika: You’re welcome, Bhavi. I’m glad you like the gift. As for me…well it’s hard to say, I rarely cry.

Bhavan: Baby, what about yesterday with the girls?

Jyothika, aside to Bhavan: They don’t need to know that.

Do you have kids?

Bhavan, rocking his daughter back and forth: No. this is actually the neighbour’s kid and we just borrowed her for the interview—

(Jyothika gently smacks Bhavan’s arm)

Bhavan: I’m just pulling your tail. We actually have three daughters. Our other two are with their Uncle.

Jyothika: Our little one was supposed to be with Halsin today too, but she’s in a fussy stage right now.

Bhavan, in a proud tone: She’s a daddy’s girl.

Jyothika, sighing: only during the day. Then at night she only wants me.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Bhavan: Depends on the day, honestly. And what mood my wife’s in.

Jyothika: I use it. But I’m not really a fan of sarcasm.

What's the first thing you notice about people?

Bhavan: Eyes. Definitely eyes. You can tell a lot about someone by their eyes.

(Turns lovingly to Jyothika) That was one of the reasons I fell for you, you know.

Jyothika: And here I thought it was because I was a…what was the term you used? A survivor?

Bhavan: That too.

Jyothika laughing: you’re a dork.

Bhavan: and you love me!

Jyothika, smiling: I love you (turns back to the interviewer) sorry, for me, I always notice someone’s smile first. I will always admire a beautiful smile.

Bhavan: Baby, is my smile beautiful?

Jyothika: Of course (smooches Bhavan) Why do you think I married you?

Bhavan: Because I’m cute and my ass is fat?

Jyothika, snorts: That too

Scary stories or happy endings?

Bhavan, seriously: Happy endings.

Jyothika, more quiet: Happy endings.

Bhavan, adjusts his hold on their daughter and holds Jyothika’s hand. Squeezes it: We’ve been through a lot. Too much. Every moment of joy and peace is like a gift to us now.

Any special talents?

Bhavan, excitedly: I can turn into a wolf!

Jyothika: he’s a Druid

Bhavan: Yeah! Which is why I can turn into a wolf!

Jyothika: He can also sing, use sorcery—

Bhavan, blushing: that’s not as fun as being a wolf—

Jyothika: —and is amazing at knitting and crocheting.

Bhavan, shyly: Our girls always need new clothes during the winter.

Jyothika: Like I said, he’s amazingly talented.

Bhavan: Well! My Little Wolf is even more talented than me!

Jyothika, also blushing: Bhavi—

Bhavan: She can sing beautifully! And she puts all the dancers I know to shame! She’s also an amazing cleric—

Jyothika: okay that’s not true. And also I’m not a cleric anymore—

Bhavan: Her skills with an axe? Incredible. And she’s the most amazing cook in the entire world! (Pats his stomach fondly) I’ve never eaten better.

Jyothika: it’s important that everyone eats well. And feels good after.

Bhavan: Most amazing cook. Ever! I don’t like sweets, at all, but damn, her Gulab jamuns? To die for!

Where were you born?

Bhavan: The same area where Jyothika grew up? It was near her village, that much I know.

Jyothika: Yes, I’m pretty sure that Bhavan’s parents found him near my village. From what he’s told me, they passed through it quite often.

Bhavan: Yeah, we did. Your village had that giant temple and statue of Selune. And I remember seeing it a lot.

Jyothika: It did have it. So, yes, Bhavan probably grew up in the area. But, yes, I grew up in a village dedicated to Selune. I can’t actually give you more than that, though. For personal reasons.

Bhavan, suddenly looks threateningly at the interviewer. When the interviewer doesn’t push for answers, he relaxes and goes back to rocking their daughter to sleep.

Do you have any pets?

Jyothika: we have two wolves and an owl bear.

Bhavan: their names are Fang, Winter, and Rufus!

Jyothika: I was outvoted on the names.

Bhavan: We also used to have a dog.

Jyothika: Scratch. His name is Scratch. He lives with Shadowheart and her parents now.

What sort of sports do you play?

Jyothika exchanges a look with Bhavan: We’re not really a sports family, I’m afraid. We do run and swim.

Bhavan: And I used to play soccer as a cub. So, I’ve tried teaching the girls. From what I can remember, of course. But they’re not really interested.

How tall are you?

Bhavan: oh, shit, good question. Baby, how tall is Halsin?

Jyothika: I believe he’s 6’7.

Bhavan: oh sweet. Yeah, Halsin and I are the same height. So, 6’7.

Jyothika: I’m 5’6.

Bhavan, fondly: My Little Wolf.

Jyothika: A respectably average height for a woman and elf.

Bhavan: You’re so tiny, why are you so tiny.

Jyothika, rolls eyes: Whatever, Big Wolf.

What was your favourite academic subject?

Jyothika: Religion and history. I also studied healing spells and magic too, but that wasn’t as fun. Actually, I excelled more in combat, much to my Appa’s delight and Amma’s horror.

Bhavan, embarrassed: I, uh…never went to school.

Jyothika holds his hand and squeezes it comfortingly: but you did learn how to read and write. And you know so much about being a Druid. Oh, and now you like learning about religion and myths.

Bhavan, still a little embarrassed: Yeah, I do. There’s just something fascinating about it. I’m not fond of the gods but like, damn, there sure are a lot of them? And they sure do fuck with a lot of people? It’s just good to know.

Jyothika nods: it really is.

What is your dream job?

Bhavan, his voice softer cause their daughter fell asleep: I mean, does being a husband and father count? Cause, I feel like I’m already living my dream? But, uh, a teacher. I’d love to teach other Druids? Halsin and I were talking the other day, and we’re both Moon Druids but we weren’t taught the same? So, I think it would be good to pass my knowledge on.

Jyothika: you also like kids, and you’re very patient. So, it would be a good fit.

Bhavan nods: yeah, it would. But that’s something to consider when the girls are older.

Jyothika: I never really thought about it. I was raised for one thing and one thing only. I excelled at it. And now I don’t. And then, after, I’ve only really thought about making a home for myself.

(She grabs Bhavan’s hand again and looks at him lovingly): And I’ve definitely done that.

Bhavan, softly: I love you.

Jyothika smiles: I love you too. (Turns back to the interviewer) I do love cooking. So, maybe I could be a chef or cook? But that might require being in a city and well…

Bhavan: we don’t do cities. We’re a family that travels.

Jyothika: we’re nomadic. We’re just staying with Halsin until our youngest is walking and talking. And then we’ll set off again.

Bhavan, firmly: My Little Wolf also needs to recover, still. The birth of our youngest was difficult for her.

Jyothika: Bhavi, it’s been six months, I’m fine—

Bhavan: it was very difficult. And we’re not leaving until you’re fully healed. If it hadn’t been for Halsin…

Jyothika, holds his hand comfortingly: But that’s why Halsin was around. And now I’m healing.

Bhavan, angling his body so he doesn’t squish the baby, kisses Jyothika on the forehead: I’m glad. But please, Little Wolf, you must rest.

Jyothika, sighing: I will, my love.

No pressure to do this but I’m tagging: @star-graze @ranticore @magmacannon

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Tea cup lights

welp, this is out of order, but still wanted to do it! From my GT story "Little Library Mouse: Fallout idea" have the two later on, on their adventure.

This part was inspired by @mari-gt 's art here. As well as @amii-bo 's art here. .o. go look at their amazing art and blogs and stuff its so neat and cool! @horseyneigh2002 @raventroll80 @noris-stoneward you might like??

okay, here's my silly. .

Tea Cup Lights: How his tiny companion had managed to move a bit of coal from his cooking fire to her area he was ont sure. Impressed for sure, but worried. Granted the hot coal was small enough to fit in a bottle cap. So maybe it was a piece that crackled off and away from the fire.

“You okay there sister?” John asked as he settled down in the inside-camp with a freshly killed mole rat being put in a glass dish pan. He only really liked the wild ones, from out of the city. They had fuzzy hides and did not taste as weird. It tasted more like a rabbit to him.

He should get a rabbit soon, as much to share with his tiny companion. As to save the hide and fur for Cassidy and her family back in the library.

John smiled a bit at the jump, before the tiny woman looked up where she was kneeling trying to coax her coal to a life again. She gave a deep breath and nodded, “yeah… yes. I- oh no it went out.”

John set the mole rat and dish aside, shifting to stretch out on his side near but not too close to Cassidy. The ghoul-man’s dark eyes taking in the little camp Cassidy had been starting to set up through the broken cabinet. “What were ya trying to do with the dishes in there, little sister?”

Cassidy sat back, taking a deep breath, sitting on her knees as she looked up at the giant. Grateful he had laid down partly so he was not as towering. She looked down at the once little fire attempt in her bottle cap. Her cheeks flushed, “I was trying to set up a bath… it's been a few days and I feel gross after we crossed that river… you saved me from the mud! But….it's just…”

Cassidy tossed her arms out, waving them to show her normally green and brown dyed clothes were very…. Grey. And she knew she smelled still. “Gross. I was going to try and clean my clothes and… me since you said we would camp so early.”

The giant man tilted his head, blinked those eerier but pretty black eyes before he looked down and took a slow, deep breath. He made a face and then a sheepish look. “I think I got nose blind, eh?”

There was a soft giggle that Cassidy was trying to hold in.

John smiled, his scarring pulling it lopsided to the left. He gave a playful snort. “Can I help?”

He at least found some preserved clothes to change into, in the old building their camp was in. John watched Cassidy look between the cabinets, John himself, and then to the small cooking fire, to him. A massive bonfire to her little self. He could see the moment Cassidy realized that she could ask for some help. 

“...can I have some warm water?” Cassidy finally asked, turning back. 

John nodded, having no problem with that as he started to sit up. Glancing at the fire and the pot of water on the other side. It was not boiling but just starting to simmer. “What were you wanting to use as a little sister?”

Cassidy looked relieved and sat up, “There's a few bowls and… I think it's a tea cup? One or both I can make use of, for sure.” 

John shifted, starting to reach around Cassidy and carefully checked the door of the cabinet. It took a second but the door popped free and squeaked open to show the neat stacks of dishes inside. John could see the miniature camp under one of the wire racks for plates. And bowls. He saw a stack of clothes to the far left. 

“Okay, scoot so I can reach things better, Cassidy.” John said as the ghoul started to move closer. Pausing to let his tiny companion pick up the cap and moved to be by the first door opened. Watching with wide eyes as John carefully pried open the other door to the cabinet. Cassidy always looked up at him with that odd wonder as he moved dishes from under the cabinet to the counter above. Like he was the strongest person in the world.

Maybe he was, to her.

It was… an oddly nice feeling.

“I’ll put the plates back before we go,” John explained, as he was testing the wire rack. “This is getting old, but it’ll be fine for the next few days.”

“Days?” Cassidy asked confused as she stood beside the open cabinet to see what John was doing. Backing up as he lowered a cup, more coffee mug, to her level. Cassidy grasped the edge, it was about even with her neck as she rested her hands on the side. “Oh… this would be lovely…”

She would just need a few steps to get in, and maybe something inside. To brace against that while inside of the smooth walls, there should be some nice pebbles for that! 

“We’re pretty much at the old mall location,” John said, leaving the mug and then reaching for those cloths to the far left. Finding the best looking of them, setting one beside Cassidy’s little camp area under the wire rack, then paused, “Where do you want the mug once the doors are closed?”

“Beside the support pole?” Cassidy asked, peering in. “That would help me get a hand hold if there’s not some clean pebbles.”

“Pebbles?” John asked, tilting his head. 

“I can climb in and out with it dry, and grippy shoes.” Cassidy leaned on the cool, but still large coffee mug, bouncing a bit beside it. Then as she still had her shoes on, the rubber-leather ones. Able to climb up and then sit on the side of the mug, kicking her legs inside the mug as she balanced. She hopped down into the mug, finding it was a little taller on the inside so she could fold her arms comfortably on the edge and look up at John. Having found that sometimes it was a lot easier to show the giant man something then trying to explain it. 

 “I need steps. And a pebble inside would help me keep my balance. It’s too slick to climb out of without shoes, and it, everything, being wet.” Cassidy paused, realizing she was being stared at, “Are you okay, John?”

“Why,” The man took a breath and sighed before his scarred hands moved to wrap around the mug, hesitating for a moment. With no protest though, he carefully lifted Cassidy up so they could look at eachother better. “Do you have to be so godsdamn cute, little sister?”

Cassidy flushed, not expecting that as she hid her face against the ceramic for a moment. “I can’t be that cute.”

“You really are,” John chuckled as he tapped the side of the cup’s rim. Pausing as a miniscule hand patted his finger tip. “Now, under the rack you wanted?”

Cassidy nodded, still fighting her blush as her mug was set down gently. Shifting as John gently tilted the mug on its side to let her out in the area. But paused as Cassidy moved to tug on his fingers to set the mug solidly on it’s side under the rack, “Yeah, I liked this spot. and this here. Can you set it up?”

“Yes Ma’am.” John drawled, amused but agreeable as he reached for those cloths again. Setting the top one aside and then inspecking the others before moving the coffee mug. A little dust but shaking them to the side he offered one of the smaller wash cloths. “...or, can you use these instead? There's a few.” 

Cassidy looked up and came over to his hand, smoothing her own over the clean coth. It really was just a bit of dust that was shaken off. ���What is it made of? It's still so soft…” 

“It’s one of those pre-war materials. Some were made with… what did Daisy call it…? ‘Synthetic fibers’ that last a long time.” John said as he stretched his legs out, using the tip of his shoe out of sight from Cassidy to nudge the water pot a bit farther away from the fire. “You can find them in hidden spots like here. Just clean them up, shake off dust if any. Good as new.”

“How many are you going to need?” Cassidy wondered, just managing to pull up the washcloth up into her arms. It looked like a large quilt to her frame as she fought a yawn.

“I don’t need more than one of the bigger ones to wash up.” John slipped his hand away and then inspected the rest of the washcloths, at a concerned look up he grinned and added, “I think I saw some old clothes upstairs sister, I can change out of the mud stained stuff. But a full bath is a lot harder for my big ass to do, than for you. Just because I’m stuck cleaning up a little slower, doesn’t mean you can’t get a bath before bed.”

“Are you sure?” Cassidy fussed, putting the cloth into the mug. She looked back and squeaked as her big protector put the stack of washcloths down by her other things. Then flipped one of the bigger cloths over the wire rack to make a tent almost. She saw how John set several aside in the cabinet, keeping a good four for himself. “I feel guilty…”

“No need to, little sister. You can enjoy the advantages of being small on a trip. Now… how about this?” The giant, scarred man sat back a moment to consider all the dishes still in the cabinet. Reaching up to the second shelf that Cassidy has not explored yet. Bringing down something she had only seen in pictures of cooking books. “Would this work better? About the same amount of water but not as much…drowning risk.”

“Is that a… ramekin?” Cassidy marveled once it was set down, she had only seen pictures in books! It was a good two and a half inches deep! Shallower than the mug but it was almost twice as long as she was tall. 

“Not sure,” John admitted, looking it over, no cracks at all. It was in great condition like the other dishes, the inside even looked clean, so he was trying not to touch it. “Big enough for you to do all the cleaning stuff?”

“Yes,” Cassidy nodded, she lit up and asked as John was shifting away, “I didn't get up to that table yet, the big one you set your bags, but the box up there? Does it really say candles?”

John glanced over as he hunched by the fire. “It does, good eye sister. Here… this is for you- don't jump in it's still hot. I'll check it out.”

The giant, scarred man set the odd bowl-ramiken thing down on one of the larger cloths. Getting up to walk across the room and checking the box. It looked like a part of supplies someone- likely that skeleton in the bedroom, had tried to gather supplies. Or salvage some?

The cardboard broke just under the light pressure of his fingers, and the plastic under. Yet even he could smell wax, old but still good as far as he could tell. Four larger candles, two medium and the rest of the space of the once box had been filled with those tea-cup candles of different colors. He knew of several pre war ladies who liked them, and Daisy always seemed to buy them from scavengers. About as big as a small bundle of caps, in a tiny tin or aluminum cup. 

They were cute. 

John tapped the wax, still seemed good. He reached into a pocket to find his familiar lighter, lighting one. Almost dropped it as the wax was not attached to its tin. But after a few seconds he was sure the tea-cup candles would stay lit, John picked up a good handful in his now free left hand before coming back. 

“You were right, little sister,” John said, glancing at the still open cabinet, crouching down to place the lit candle down by the tiny camp. Grinning at the just delighted and amazed gasp before he set the others of different colors near. “Candles! But more of them are closer to your size. Daisy calls them tea-cup candles. I think. But that will give enough light for you in there?”

“It's giving so much heat too,” Cassidy marveled, coming over to feel the warmth. Lighting up herself as she took a deep breath, it smelled really good too! She looked at the other candles and then upwards, judging but the cloth above seemed to be safely well out of the range of any danger. With the wire rack- her cloths might dry really well in here!

Cassidy looked up at the large dark eyes of her guardian. “This is amazing John!”

“There's more than enough for you to use here, and we have enough to take back your home.” John grinned as he sat back on his heels, “Gonna close the doors, mostly. Get yourself a bath sister. I'll get dinner and breakfast ready.”

“John?” Cassidy bounced over to the edge of the cabinet as one door was closed and as she motioned as if for him to get closer. Or motioned to his right hand. She caught the larger hand, not at all bothered by the old radiation scars, but wrapped her arms around two of his fingers. Hugging them as tight as she could. “That you John, for taking me with you to get things for the colony. For protecting me from those monsters at the river.”

Oh.

Oh no.

His rad-withered heart was leaking out of his chest. 

It took a few seconds for the startled man to get his thoughts together. And flexed his other hand over his chest as if that would keep his heart there let alone his composure. His voice dropped into a low rumble as John dared to rub the pad of his thumb against the tiny young woman's side. 

“Oh, don't do that… you're melting what's left of my insides.” The ghoul-man tried to start then face up pretty quick as little eyes looked up at him. 

“Affection isn't going to make you combust.”

He hummed, shoulders dropping but kept his hand still while it was captured. “...you're welcome Cassidy. Now get, I still have to skin that molerat.”

“Save the hide? Please?” Cassidy ask as she finally released the large hand and moved back to the warm light of the tea candle while the other cabinet door closed almost all the way like before.

“That was the plan.” John rumbled, moving back to his fire in a big, swallow pan. Something from the once water heater of the next building over. With that on a rug it was as safe as he could do for now. “I think more of your leathery self is melting than just your mushy heart.”

But.

He liked this. Exploring about, and maybe it was also nice to be seen as a friend as well as a protector.

He liked being just John, even if only for a week or two. Not being a scary ghoul. Or The Scary Ghoul Mayor Hancock.

It was also the strangest, and funniest thing getting scolded by someone only three and a half inches too tall for running into a spider web.

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Outside of the Fox

Chapter 36 of????

1830 words

Y/N longs for a new life when the one she’d been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

Last

You seethe for the entire drive home. Furious at Taehyung's father for forcing him into an arranged marriage, furious at Taehyung for not standing up for himself, and furious at yourself for not trying harder to fight for Taehyung. You know better than anyone how difficult it can be to go against your family's wishes for you. But at least your family thought they were doing what was best for you, Taehyung's family only wanted to save themselves.

It takes all of your energy to try and calm down before you reach home, knowing the moment any of them scented you they would smell your anger and Taehyung's sorrow.  You contemplate heading into the main house first to shower, knowing that the builders finished one of the bathrooms last week, but you'd still be stuck in the same clothes so it'd only be dampening the smell, not removing it. 

You walk through the side gate to find Yoongi sitting out on the steps to the annexe. He looks up the moment he hears the wrought iron creak. He looks like he hasn't slept the entire night.

"Did something happen?" You ask.

"Yeah, a man I've come to care quite a lot about has suddenly become absent in my life for no discernable reason and on top of that, for some unknown reason, the woman I love stole my car and then stayed out all night without more than a brief text as an explanation," 

He looks at you expectantly, waiting. But you don't have an answer to give him. The news of Taehyung's impending nuptials isn't yours to share, and you can't tell him anything about last night without including that detail. You sit on the step below him and lean your head against his lap.

His hand finds its way into your hair easily. He gently tugs out the tangles you didn't have a chance to brush that morning.

"You don't want to talk about it? Or you can't?" He asks softly.

"It's not my story to tell," You confirm.

The two of you stay there silently for a while, watching the wind blow through the grass. You can tell he wants to push for more information, but he knows better.

Jin finally moves the two of you when he comes home from the night shift. He brings breakfast with him and gives it to Yoongi to set up, insisting that you go and shower before eating. What he didn't clarify before sending you into the bathroom was that he intended to shower with you, insisting on saving the water. 

He steps into the basin behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing along your shoulder up to the pulse point under your ear.

"Is there anything I can do to remove that rotting flower undertone to your scent?" He asks before nibbling at your earlobe.

"I don't think so, Jinnie," You admit, leaning back into his touch.

He reaches to the side and takes the soap from the shelf, using it to lather up the both of you. He offers compliments as he goes, making you blush with every word. It does little to soothe the memories of your fight, but it reminds you of the love your partners have for you and one another. If anyone can figure out how to fix Taehyung's problem it's your family. 

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Taehyung sits on his sister's bedroom floor as she dangles with her head off the side of the bed like they would when they were younger. They spent a lot of their formative years here, putting the world to rights. It seemed fitting that they be here again if Eun Jin did in fact have a plan that would save Taehyung from his parent's plan. 

"When we were younger, we went to a birthday party for a girl we had never met. Mum and Dad insisted that we attend as it was for the daughter of a very wealthy shareholder within one of their companies. Now, I don't particularly expect you to remember, it was around the time you were permanently drunk. However, that party was for Y/N L/N." Eun Jin explained. 

Taehyung listens with rapped attention. His sister is right, he has absolutely no memory of this party. His teen years all blend into one drunken blur when he tries to focus on them. Eun Jin goes on to explain that his father had always intended for their youngest brother to marry into this family, at the time Taehyung had been too much of a screw-up to consider, but Jong Gyu would've been perfect.

However, they had realised that plan wouldn't work as your parents had seemed pretty set on having you marry Romero, despite him being so many years your senior. In fact, after a brief conversation with your parents, it seemed like the idea of setting you up with another hybrid had been laughable to them anyway, so Taehyung's family abandoned that plan completely. 

Now, with her parents no longer a factor in her decisions, Eun Jin is under the impression that their family would be willing to accept you as his bride. 

Taehyung looks at his sister in shock, struggling to digest all the information he's been given. It seems too simple. Too easy. 

To escape his forced marriage all he needs to do is propose to the woman he loves instead? Nothing in his life is ever that simple... Unless it could be. 

"Do you really think Father would let me out of the arrangement that easily?" Taehyung asks in disbelief.

"I think it's your best shot." Eun Jin shrugs. 

"Then I guess it's a shot I'll have to take."

"Just make sure Mom is also in the room so you can play on the little sympathy she might have for love." Eun Jin reminds him, "Also you should perhaps get your pack onboard first..."

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For the remainder of his day, Taehyung sits through tedious meetings about wedding details with a fiance who seems roughly as enthused as him. It would seem she would also rather be anywhere else, which would at least make it easier when it came down to telling her the wedding was off. The families must've known neither of them wanted to truly be there as they never gave them even a second to be alone in the same room together

The Hirelys refused to leave until gone 9:00 pm. By that time everyone in Taehyung's family was exhausted. It turned out that while the bride may not have been ecstatic about the wedding, her family was insufferably chipper. They chattered nonstop and couldn't quite tell when they had outstayed their welcome even though the wedding planner had left hours prior.

"See Taehyung-ah... she isn't so bad." His mother commented as they all sat down for their evening tea.

"It doesn't matter either way. Our deal has been struck." His father states.

They all sip their tea silently, shuffling awkwardly in their seats. Eun Jin's gaze darts from Taehyung to their father, urging him to speak. Taehyung pretends not to notice, the tea leaves at the bottom of his cup seeming far more fascinating than anything else in the room. 

In theory, Taehyung has spent most of his life standing up to his father. The only problem is that he has ultimately lost every fight, and he isn't sure whether he is prepared to finally lose the battle if his father doesn't agree with the plan they have cooked up. 

It seems that Eun Jin doesn't harbour the same fears as she rolls her eyes and takes matters into her own hands.

"Daddy?" She starts, as she always does when she wants something "What if Taehyung-ah found himself a better bride, someone who would boost his reputation just as much, if not more than the girl you found?"

"Oh don't be silly dear." Their Father chastises, "No one of that high a calibre would be stupid enough to go for Taehyung, we are fortunate enough that the Hirelys agreed to this."

"I'm right here," Taehyung grumbles at the put-down, although no one takes any notice of him.

"What if he could marry Y/N L/N?" Eun Jin pushes.

His father audibly snorts into his tea presuming Eun Jin to be joking.

"No one has seen Y/N in months Eun Jin," Taehyung's brother chimes in "You'd never find her, and why would she want to marry Tae any way?"

Taehyung shoots evils at his brother who holds his hands up in defence. 

"We've seen her, In fact, we all saw her last night sneaking into Taehyung's bedroom, and this morning when Father yelled at her for being here..."

Their father pales.

"That can't have been her, don't be silly. The girl is a recluse. Her parents told me that after her husband's untimely accident, she moved home, she's been in mourning ever since and refusing to come out, they say she isn't well in the head."

"Her parents are lying!" Taehyung bursts out.

He jumps from his seat and slams a fist on the table. He realises he may have made a mistake when his father matches his actions, a standoff taking place over the table as the two men stare each other down. Taehyung does his best not to flinch away from his father's glare.

"It has been decided Taehyung, you will marry the Hirely girl and you will like it, no more of this hypothetical nonsense. You are a grown man and you will honour the commitment you made."

"No father, you want me to honour the commitment you made not me," Taehyung's voice cracks as he finishes the sentence.

"Taehyung you need to marry, and she really is a lovely girl. You should just accept this match," His mother says trying to comfort him.

"If this is just about me marrying then why can't I choose the partner?" He turns to his mother pleading in his eyes.

"You can't be trusted to pick a suitable match." His father sighs, rubbing his brow in frustration,

"Wouldn't you consider Y/N a suitable match?" Eun Jin asks.

"I might, but there is no way that girl this morning was the real Y/N. And even if she was I'm certain she wouldn't marry Taehyung." Their father scoffed.

"So if we can prove that she is the real Y/N and she says yes you'll consider it?" Taehyung's sister pushes.

"I'll consider it, only because I'm certain this won't work out the way you want it to," Their father agrees.

Taehyung reaches out his hand to shake his father's, knowing that no deal is complete in his father's eyes without it. Begrudgingly the older man meets Taehyung's grasp.

Immediately after they let go, Taehyung reaches for his keys and sprints for the door.

"Where do you think you're going, young man?" His father shouts.

"I'm going home, I have a proposal to figure out!" He shouts back before slamming the door closed behind him."

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hi everybody i'm having some thoughts right now and i need to share them. mentions of walburga black's a+ parenting in this fic idea so do be aware of that

what if regulus's parents send him to "conversion camp" after he comes out as trans but the conversion camp actually turns out to be a safe house for queer kids run by effie and monty that's masking as a conversion camp so homophobic parents send their kids there.

so reg arrives dressed up in a nice dress and with walburga aggressively using she/her pronouns and his deadname and the second she leaves effie is like "well that sucked, why don't we get you some more comfortable clothes and you can tell me your actual name?" and regulus is like oh. oh this is the best thing that's ever happened to me and my parents are idiots

i'm envisioning that the place is a farm and so the only rules for kids at the safe house are 1. be nice to each other and 2. find something to spend your time on every day that's not just a device (it doesn't have to be farm related) (this is a muggle au if you couldn't tell)

and ofc because it's effie and monty's place james is there and he likes helping out on the farm. reg takes one look at him and is like yeah ik i was gay but this man confirms it

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that's all i have rn as far as plot and story (i mean james and reg fall in love obviously but other than that idk) so here's intros to the cast of characters and their roles in the story !! (this is my favorite part):

james potter (18) - he/him pansexual (+ maybe ace) - son of effie and monty - helps out on the farm

regulus black (17) - he/him gay & transmasc - sent there after coming out as trans (or just after walburga finds out bc let's be real he probably knew not to tell her) - currently trying to figure out his hobby

sirius black (18) - he/him gay - knew james in school, came here after fight w/ parents when he was 16 - makes art

remus lupin (19) - he/they bisexual & transmasc - father disowned him and his mother, with the best of intentions, sent him to the farm when he was 16 in hopes that his father would reconsider cutting him off - works in the garden/greenhouses, helps with the bees

barty crouch jr (17) - he/him bisexual demiromantic + hypersexual - sent there at 15 by his father after some scandal with another politician's son - makes pottery, some of which he sells at the farmer's market every saturday

emmeline vance (19) - she/her queer - sent at 17 by her parents after they caught her with a girl - works in the orchard & cooks

marlene mckinnon (18) - she/her lesbian - lives down the road and comes by to help james

lily evans (18) - she/her lesbian - sent at 15 by her sister after her parents died and petunia got custody of her - makes her own clothes and sells them at the market

mary macdonald (18) - she/her bisexual - adopted by the potters at 13 after her parents died in a car accident - looks after the goats and llamas & helps with the horses

pandora rosier (18) - she/her pansexual transfem - sent at 17 after her parents found out she was trans - works w the horses

evan rosier (18) - he/they biromantic asexual & bigender - sent at 17 after their parents caught them wearing "girl clothes" - writes + draws, helps rem with the bees

dorcas meadowes (17) - she/her lesbian - sent at 17 (a few months before reg) after her parents caught her watching... adult content of two women - makes & sells bouquets, effie helps her <3

peter pettigrew (18) - he/him aromantic (NOT ace) - marlene's next door neighbor, has had sex with barty multiple times and these two fuck in the WEIRDEST spots (poor james keeps catching them :')) - helps emmeline in the orchard

severus snape (17) - he/him bisexual transmasc - sent by his father at 14 after starting to present as a boy - cooks, helps lily with her clothes making sometimes, writes sad boy poetry (/half joking)

narcissa, alice, and xeno will also be in the story i'm just not sure exactly where they fit in... xeno's another neighbor and narcissa's a former safehouse resident who's now living w alice but that's all i know rn

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now as for SHIPS...

so i know there will be jegulus of course, and since sirius is totally going to pine for gardener/beekeeper remus wolfstar too. i want rosekiller, but because of barty and peter's dynamic, i'm thinking romantic rosekiller w/ sexual party and queerplatonic... peter x evan (idk their ship name 😭)

as for the GIRLS... omg i have so many thoughts guys AAAAA

first of all i cant decide between pandalily and dorlily for lily and i don't want a triad (i don't ship panda x dorcas) and i don't want both so that's... rough

and then there's also marylene.... BUT DORLENE-

i wanna put sev with someone (ik he's not a girl but i'm having thoughts for him rn)... maybe he smooches w emmeline?? but i feel like she'd make fun of him 💀 (in a joking way but yk)

or maybe emmeline could go with mary panda with lily dorcas with marlene... and... sev with xeno?? guys am i a genius

so yeah other than jegulus, wolfstar, and partyvan idk what to do. live laugh love multishipping am i right