#phi just. she had to respond. she's HEATED

[browneyedboys]

kiss me goodnight

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Pairing: rafe cameron x reader

Warnings: cursing, cursing, overall fluff (let me know if you find something else)

Word count: 2.4K

Synopsis: Rafe finds you in the library yet again, but this time your both a bit more open and a bit more enchanted.

a/n: this may or may not turn into a series, I promise nothing, feedback is always appreciated! 

“I’m starting to think I just need to go to the library after midnight if I want to find you.” Rafe hums, taking in the curl of your hair as it cascades down your back. Once again it’s far past the time which he considers suitable for studying when he runs into you. This time though, there’s no Ward Cameron breathing down his neck. Instead he slides the chair next to you out of its nook in the university’s table and takes a seat. 

He’d be lying if he said he actually intended to do work. A late night walk had been his original intentions, but when a familiar tug led him to the library he didn’t fight it. Rafe Cameron didn’t believe in fate before he met you but now he wasn’t so sure. 

You take far too long for a not hyper focused person to respond, blinking twice before tearing your gaze from your laptop. It’s nearing the hour when the words from your latest assignment become etched into your vision. This signals to you that perhaps it’s time to call it a night. 

Rafe Cameron also signals that. He takes a seat beside you in the deserted library. You’re not sure what you did to attract his kind smiles and teasing expressions but you’re sure you’ll miss them when they eventually leave. This isn’t something that happens and never stops, there has to be some catch to the golden boy. If there isn't, you are surely doomed. You’re falling too fast to recover

“You okay sweetheart?” He calls you out of your own head, gentle expression coercing you back into the present. 

Closing your laptop, you nod. “It’s just been a long day,” You draw out before shifting in your chair. You bring your knees up towards your chest so you can gaze at Rafe with your head on your knees. It’s the ultimate comfort: your own body heat. 

“Ah,” he croons in a sympathetic manner. “It’s friday night; why are you at the library instead of with your friends or even just studying at home?”

“My roommate hates when my laptop light is on when she is in bed and she likes to go to bed at like 10 so it’s just easier for me to come here. It’s quieter than any common room in the Pi Phi house but it’s still habitable, you know? I like a hunk of noise when I’m studying but I always end up talking to people, it’s a problem.”

“And you’re studying on a friday night because…” Rafe baits, his signature teasing smirk on his lips. His head tips to the side. Hair moving in a flowing tidal wave. You lean forward slightly, capturing a chunk of it in your fingertips. Twirling it around, you learn it’s just long enough to be tucked behind Rafe’s ear, so you do just that. 

“Because I was out of town the first half of last week, I’m trying to get an internship lined up for next semester so I had to go on a two day interview process.” You answer the question Rafe thought you forgot about, giggling at his hair behind his ear.

“All that for an interview?” He radishes his eyebrows, chuckling at your antics. There’s no one he’d rather have planting with his hair. 

You nod your head, a heat rising to your checks as you process where your hand has hovered. In essence you’re cupping his jaw now. “It was actually really fun but now I’m behind so I have to go to the library until it’s scary outside and deal with the repercussions.”

“You don’t even have to ask, you know I’ll walk you back.” He leans into your hand, enjoying the minute amount of physical touch. 

“But I’m not done and you clearly didn’t come to the library to study.” Dropping your hand to your side, you pause, looking over the only visible thing he has with him: his phone, “Why did you come to the library?”

“This is going to sound really fucking cheesy but I felt drawn to it, like it was a little side quest for the night and I had to go and investigate.” 

You grin at him, “Do you know how demeaning it is to be called a side quest?’

“Oh hush,” he murmurs, leaning into your gravitational pull, “You’re distracting me from what I really wanted to offer.”

“And what was that?” 

“I have a single so whenever you need a quieter but safe place with the lights on let me know. I not only have a desk but also one of those huge bean bags. Though I’m not so sure how good it would be for studying, I always end up taking a nap when I’m on it. But seriously, you should use my bedroom. It’s much safer than being here.”

“And how would you know if I’d like to come over and use it? Are you asking for my number in some elaborate scheme?”

“Honey if I was that tricky I could just ask around, I’m sure one of my brothers has your number. Aren’t you the social chair? You plan events with our chapter which means that our social chair would have your number.” You’re a bit taken aback at how Rafe seems to keep tabs on you. Sure, you know that he’s the bursar for his chapter but that’s only because you care about him. Does he care about you, in the same way?

“You’re devolving.” You tease as you tug your phone out of your backpack. “Unfortunately for you we only communicate over snapchats that sometimes Jett drunkenly opens and then has no idea what the plan is.” You hand your phone to him anyways, contacts screen open to a blank slate; who would have known this is how your night would end up. 

“No,” he grins, “my plan is going exactly how I envisioned it. Even if Jett is an idiot who doesn’t know what’s in front of him.” He hands your phone back over, his contact name shines up at you in the most Rafe fashion you’ve ever seen: love of my life. 

The words stare up at you. Inhaling deeply, you roll your eyes but can’t deny the way your heart flutters. You feel a bit panicked, if anything you’d describe this as whatever the flight instinct is. “That’s a bit gusty, Cameron. Even for a frat boy you are dangerously confident in yourself.”

“Not quite…” he counters, “I think people call it manifesting, right? I’m putting my wishes out into the universe and I’m seeing what I get in return. And my wishes right now are you. You’ve got me in whatever way you want me.”

You reel at his confession, slowly blinking away the mist that seems to have appeared in your brain. How can you even respond to a statement like that? Your usual arsenal of witty riparte doesn’t seem to cut it. You can’t respond to a genuine remark with a dismissive gesture. Or perhaps you could but that wouldn’t convey your current state; It’s your turn to be bold. “And if I want you to walk me home and kiss me goodnight?” 

Rafe beams, after many seconds of overthinking his expression he is sharply rewarded with your approval. His lips trace the slight upward bend of your lips. They felt so soft a week ago when he trapped your bottom lip between his fingers. Rafe wonders if they’d feel that soft against his lips? Would you kiss him as soft as his love for you seems to be? “I don’t even know how to properly phrase my contentment at that idea.” 

“And I don’t know how to respond in general,” You flush, packing up your bag with the slightly shaky hands of someone who has put their mouth above their actions. The thought seems nice but now you’ve created this intense pressure on the evening, what if it’s not what you or Rafe truly wants. 

Rafe extends his hand to you once you’ve slung your backpack over your shoulder. He pulls you up and out of your chair, the wooden vessel rocks back and forth in your absence. His hand feels sturdy on its own, a solid form for you to hold onto. Some things feel as fleeting as the setting sun, but not the idea of the two of you. Despite how nervous feelings make you, you’re confident in the role of fate. It has dragged the two of you together. 

“You’ve gone all quiet,” Rafe notes as you both walk out of the doors of the library. He squeezes your hand slightly, taking in your side profile as you glance around campus in the dark. It must be draining to always be thinking about your surroundings. He has to admit it’s something he only really thinks of when he’s walking you home and you do something he doesn’t think of often. 

You look at your intertwined fingers, noting how chipped your nails are. “Would you let me paint your nails?” Your thumb traces his pointer finger nail, imagining a green hue similar to yours on it. 

Rafe’s eyeline returns to you, as it always seems to do. What is he without the idea of your presence and the familiarity you seem to hold. “Only if we get to match, and it isn’t red. I hate red.”

“Red’s the worst,” you agree, “It just feels angry in a way I will never match. I don’t understand red lipstick or nail polish, it’s just too much for me. But would you do green or brown? Or a nice blue?”

“Brown? I don’t think I’ve ever seen brown nails before.” He swings your conjoined hands back and forth, smiling. He’s starting to realize that he’s only a few kisses away from naming the stars and the sun after you. 

“Well then I think we will have to do brown nails then. I think it’s a nice color. Black is too edgy for me but sometimes colors are overrated. A nice brown is a great compromise, and I love nothing more than a compromise.” Rafe shakes his head, tilting to get a better view of you in the streetlights, “I think you secretly hate compromises. You’re far too nice to everyone and perhaps you’re itching for someone to come along and give you everything you didn’t even know you wanted.”

“I guess it would be nice to have someone pay that much attention to me,” You pause. Does Rafe already see through your perfectly constructed city to the hearth of the foundation below. You never thought anyone would get this far, taking time to see past your easy smiles and late nights. You’d give up anything to have someone pay that much attention to you. 

As you make the final turn, ending up on the street that both of you live on, Rafe curbs the disappointment which fairs in the pit of his stomach. He wants to spend entire days with you doing absolutely nothing. It’s not like you’ve spent more than a couple hours in each other’s company, it’s always been cut too short by the arrival of your front door. “Do you think your stairs would turn into a slide like in Harry Potter if a guy went onto the second floor?”

“I mean probably. That or I’d get shunned by everyone of my sisters. It’s a sacred space up there, not to be corrupted by stinky boys. Why? You have intentions to sneak up and visit me sometime?” The thought makes your heart pound in your ribs, it seems nothing would delight you more.

“I’d never sneak in uninvited… I could just wait until one of those fundraiser dinners you guys host and then you could give me a tour of your shining house.”

“Well it’s far too late for me to give you a tour but some other time I’d love to. I’ll text you when I’m allowed to have male guests.” 

“Male guests? That’s possibly the most incriminating expression I’ve ever been referred to as before. But I’d love to be your male guest whenever you need me, Cory.” Rafe squeezes your hand twice, grinning at the street in front of you. 

“Shut up,” you flush, heat creeping up your neck in the way it hasn’t in a while. You’re not used to attention from men the way that Rafe seems more than happy to provide. You’re girl pretty but you don’t attract the gaze of men randomly, or at least they never announce it. 

The pair of you pause at the walkway to your house, growing silent in a way that only anticipation does so well. Rafe is the first to take a step down the concrete, tugging you along beside him. Tonight holds an implication like never before. You’re dangerously close to the precipice of something new. 

Your blue front door appears before you faster than you wish, leading to a pause. Rafe drops your hand, it’s much too cold in the late October air. He turns to you, eyes tracing the slope of your cheekbones. His gaze sifts from your left eye to your lips then to your right eye. You’re antsy with anticipation in a way that is unfamiliar. Gone is the trepidation. You step forward, into Rafe’s space, and peer up at him. 

He reaches up, tucking your hair behind your ear, tracing it until he can cup your jaw. Your eyes flutter closed, lips parting in the waiting game, the sight nearly kills Rafe. He has nothing to do but close the gap and capture your lips with his own. He uses his other hand to tug you forward until it becomes impossible to bring you any closer. The distance between the two of you is vanquished with the tug of his lip by your teeth. You wrap your hands around his neck, running a hand through his golden hair. 

Rafe is first to pull back, pupils blown and reflecting your disheveled state. “Your lips are so soft.” The hand which cups your jaw shifts, he runs his thumb over your bottom lip. You part your lips, drawing it into your lips. “Are you as pleased with that goodnight kiss as I am?”

You draw his hand off of your face, tangling your fingers in a mess. Drawing up on your toes, you peck Rafe’s lips, “This is a goodnight kiss, Rafe. That’s a I don’t want to say goodnight kiss.”

“So you want me to peck you on the lips from here on out?” He hopes not, Rafe’s not sure how long he could survive on chaste kisses after he has experienced what it feels like to be really kissed by you.

“Please never do.”

Rafe smiles stupid the whole way home. 

[notevenjupiter]

@shougancid​ - from here!

“Sigh... you’re lucky you’re hot. Otherwise, I’d have to murder you, after that stairs comment. 

And I’d do it, too. I’ve taken down professional basketball players.”

[marksongyeom]

Catch | Part Two

Pairing: Mart Tuan x Reader

Genre: College!au, slight angst

Warnings and Disclaimer: Alcohol, frat party; y’all please drink responsibly. Also I don’t know how frats and parties on college campuses work b/c the frats at my school are practically nonexistent and we’re a hella dry campus.

Word Count: 2.6K

Summary: Friday had finally rolled around and so did the party. Everything was going great, including with Mark. At least they were at first.

Previous: Intro

The first week of classes went by so quickly. Maybe it was because labs hadn’t started yet, or that I only had to go to two or three classes a day. Regardless, the week flew by and it was already Friday.

Amanda and I sat in chemistry (Who in their right mind thinks it’s a good idea to have college chemistry at 7:40 in the morning on a Friday?) chatting as we waited on Jackson to show up. “Are you going to Alpha Sigma Phi’s party tonight?” Amanda asked suddenly, excitement glimmering in her eyes.

Oh shit. I’d completely forgot that was tonight. “Yeah,” I sighed, “Jackson roped me into when one of his teammates who’s a part of AS Phi invited me.”

“Ooo,” Amanda giggled, “first week and you’ve already caught a frat boy’s attention. Not to mention he’s on the baseball team, too. I love this for you.” 

I laughed. “I don’t know,” I said, shaking my head. “I’ve only talked to him once and I got this kind of weird feeling after.”

Amanda cocked her head in confusion. “Good or bad?”

I didn’t get to answer. I was cut off by Jackson’s cheerful voice. “Ladies, I come bearing a new friend!” Amanda and I looked at Jackson and his said friend.

Speak of the devil.

Mark smiled and waved at me.“(y/n), you already know him. Amanda, this is Mark,” Jackson said motioning to the the brunette boy. “Mark, Amanda.” Once introductions were over, Jackson and Mark squeezed passed Amanda and I, slipping into the seats next to me.

“That’s him,” I mouthed to Amanda.

Amanda’s eyes widened, as she tried to hold back an excited grin. She looked back and forth between Mark and I before nodding her head vigorously. I rolled my eyes, heat rising in my cheeks. Jackson eyed the two of us as all of this happened. “What are you two not talking about and why am I not included?” he whined.

Amanda and I laughed. “Nothing,” I said. Jackson pouted, shooting me puppy dog eyes. Dammit. “I’ll tell you later, okay?” Jackson sat back in his seat, a satisfied smile on his face.

“Good morning class.” Like an angel sent from heave, our professor began class.

I don’t know what compelled me to do it, but I peeked over at Mark. My eyes met his brown ones. He smiled at me and winked. I felt my cheeks heat up and I quickly looked away, trying to suppress the my smile.

*     *     *

The day passed by fast and before I knew it, I was in my dorm chatting with my roommate and getting ready for the night. Thoughts of Mark continued to occupy my mind throughout the rest of classes. The glances and captivating smiles continued the entire chemistry class, leaving me with a smile on my face and a swirly feeling in my stomach. I hadn’t felt like this since sophomore year of high school. It felt good.

“Wait, how long have you known him?” my roommate, Allie, asked. I was confiding in her about my Mark Tuan predicament. Despite knowing her for only about a week, we’d become as close.

I hesitated, not daring to meet her gaze, and instead choosing to keep looking in the mirror as I clasped my necklace. “I met him Monday,” I said. Allie raised and eyebrow as me. I sighed, “I know, I know. I haven’t talked to him a whole lot either. I’m just as confused as you are.”

Allie leaned her back on her bed, and shrugged. “I don’t really know, (y/n). I mean it sounds like it’s just a surface level crush. I mean, it’s normal to be attracted to people based off of looks alone. Just be careful. Frat boys tend to be nothing but trouble,” she said, rolling her eyes at the lost part.

“Don’t remind me,” I groaned. 

I looked in the mirror one last time. At least I felt cute. My hair and make-up were done. Nothing glamorous, just enough to feel good. I’d put on my favorite black shorts, and a cropped grey tank top that showed a peek of stomach, but not so much that I was going to feel self conscious.

There was a knock at the door. “Come in!” Allie and I called in unison. Jackson walked in, a bright smile on his face and looking as stylish as ever. He said hi to Allie before looking at me. He gasped. “You look so good! Well, you always look good, but you know what I mean.”

I laughed and thanked him as I grabbed my keys and phone. When I turned around, Jackson was digging through my closet. Before I could ask what he was doing, he held up a black flannel. “Put this on he said. I don’t want you to get cold.” I smiled and put it on, saying bye to Allie before heading to the party with Jackson.

*     *     *

The house was already bustling with people by the time we arrived. I could feel my nerves getting the best of me. Jackson seemed to notice, too. He gave me hand a reassuring squeeze. “Hey, you know I’ll be there when you need me. Just find me or text me,” he said with a gentle smile.

I smiled and nodded. “Thank you,” I responded softly.

Jackson nodded. “Of course,” he said, his smile turning into a grin. “I’m sure Mark will take care of you, too.”

I rolled my eyes, my cheeks getting warm at the thought. “I barely know him.”

“Okay and? It’s obvious that he’s attracted to at the very least,” Jackson responded. I stayed silent, my cheeks getting even warmer. Jackson snickered at this, throwing his arm around my shoulder. “At least talk to him. He’s a really good guy.”

“Okay, fine,” I sighed. “I will.”

I was glad Jackson had me put the flannel on because it was so packed in the house that people were literally rubbing against each other just to squeeze by. Jackson introduced me to a few of the guys on the baseball team, then went off to be the social butterfly that he is. “Don’t forget, text me if you need anything,” he said before disappearing.

I continued to mingle a bit, talking to a few people that I had class with. Eventually, I made my way to the kitchen to get a drink. I was going to need one if I was going to be here for a while. There were coolers packed full of beer, hard seltzers and vodka, and water for when people needed to sober up a bit or for those who weren’t drinking. I grabbed a drink out of one of the coolers, twisting the top off.

I walked around, sipping on my drink and enjoying the music, despite how loud it was. I continued to talk to a few people and even met a few new people. I was actually having a pretty good time.

“(Y/N)!!!” a very familiar voice shrieked. I turned around to see Amanda scurrying over to me. She looked even more stunning than normal with her hair up in a chic bun and big hoop earrings. Amanda threw her arms around me. “AAH, I’m so glad I found you! You look so good!” 

I laughed and hugged her back. “Thank you! So do you!” She thanked me, striking a pose in typical Amanda fashion. Her cheeks were a little pink from the drink in her hand. We continued to talk and laugh. “Ya know, I’m glad I sat down next you in chem on the first day. I consider you one of my best friends here.” Amanda said, as she swayed to the music, a smile on her face.

I smiled back. “Me too.”

Suddenly Amanda gasped. She pointed a perfectly manicured finger. My gaze when to were she was pointing across the room. Mark. “It’s your maaan,” she sang, a grin on her face.

I shook my head, my cheeks getting warm for the second time that night, and it wasn’t from the alcohol. I shook my head. “He’s not my man,” I said.

Amanda rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on. He clearly has a thing for you, and you definitely feel the same way. I saw you two looking at each other constantly during chem,” Amanda replied with a smirk. “Plus, frat boys are fun. Even if it’s not something serious.” Before I could respond, Amanda was calling and waving Mark over.

Mark looked at us, his eyes locking on mine. His face lit up. Excusing himself, he made his way across the room to us. It was like he was moving in slow motion. Mark looked so good with his messy hair falling in his eyes ever so slightly. He took long strides, his jeans fitting him just right. He wore his shirt unbuttoned, the white t-shirt underneath exposing just enough of his collar to let the imagination wander. I kept telling myself that somebody with a face that pretty was nothing but trouble, yet I didn’t really seem to care.

“I’m glad you guys came!” He said as he finally reached us. He looked over at me and smiled. It was different then how he smiled at others. There was a twinkle in his eyes.

“You guys did a great job on putting this party together!” Amanda exclaimed.

Mark rubbed the back of his neck shyly. “Thank you, I’m glad you guys are having a good time.”

There was small talk for a bit, until Amanda held up her now empty bottle. “I’m going to go get another and find Jackson,” she said before making her way to the kitchen and leaving Mark and I alone. Well as alone as we could be at a party.

Mark chuckled a bit. “She’s fun.” I smiled and nodded in agreement. We stood in silence for a bit. I’d never been alone with him before and didn’t exactly know what to say. I was getting that excited swirly feeling in my stomach again. “Are you actually having fun?” Mark asked suddenly, catching me off guard. He looked at me, laughing lightly when he saw the confused look on my face. “Jackson told me you don’t like parties that much.”

I made an ‘oooh’ shape with my mouth and looked down. Now I felt bad. I looked back up at Mark. His eyes met mine. They were soft and kind. “I really am,” I said, smiling at him softly.

Mark smiled back, charming and sweet as always. “Good. The last thing I’d want is for you to have a bad time.” 

It was quite again. Oh my gosh, why are you so awkward, (y/n)! Mark cleared his throat. “You look really pretty,” he finally said. His voice was shy and his cheeks were a bit flushed.

I fidgeted with the ring on my finger, trying to hold back the smile that was making it’s way on my face. “Thank you,” I said, finally meeting his eyes again. “You look really good, too.”

Mark smiled and finally looked away. “I don’t think I ever asked and now that I’m thinking about it, it’s such a lame thing to ask at a party, but what’s your major?”

I giggled a bit. “Civil engineering,” I responded.” And it’s not lame. It’s an essential question in college. A person’s major says a lot about them. Mine just so happens to give away how much of a nerd I am.”

Mark grinned at this. “I guess we’re both nerds then. Mine’s chemical engineering with a minor in math.”

I laughed, grinning back at him. “Oh so you’re a super nerd. The only thing that says more about a person than their major is their minor,” I teased.

Mark laughed. It was high pitched and honey sweet. I could feel myself melting more and more with every passing second. “Yeah, you’re not wrong.”

We continued talking, about everything. He told me about baseball and how he met Jackson. Turns our Mark is a sophomore and already the star catcher for our school’s baseball team. We laughed about stories from high school and even talked about our plans for the future. 

I hardly noticed how close we were to each other. We were both leaning against the wall. He was borderline hovering over me, but I didn’t mind one bit. “Okay, but what makes you happy?” he asked me.

I titled my head slightly as I looked up at him. His face was so close to mine. “What do you mean?”

Mark hummed as he thought, searching his mind for the right words. Oh, how I’d love to search the darkest corners of that beautiful mind. He smiled and finally said, “Like, what makes you feel alive?”

I thought for a bit. “I’m not totally sure, to be honest. I mean, I really like to travel. Going to San Diego with Jackson was probably one of the best times of my life.” Mark smiled at this. “What about you?”

As Mark was about to answer, he was cut off. “Maaaarrrrk,” a voice sang out. We both looked in the direction it came from. A pretty girl sauntered up to us. She had long brown hair and glowy skin. Her skirt hugged her just right. She glanced at me, annoyed, then threw her arms around Mark’s neck. I couldn’t help but notice how his hands immediately went to her waist. “Markie, baby, I’ve been looking for you aaallll night.”

Markie? Baby?

I looked between her and Mark. Instinctively, I pulled my flannel tight around me for comfort. “I’m going to go find Jackson,” I said to him, trying to hide my disappointment. Mark pushed the girl to the side lightly, but it was too late to say anything. I was already gone.

I squeezed passed people as I made my way through the house. It wasn’t hard to find Jackson. All I had to do was follow the excitement and I’d find him at the center. I could feel myself getting worked up. My stomach was tying itself in knots.

I finally spotted Jackson. He was laughing and dancing with Amanda and a few others. “(y/n)!” Jackson said, but his smile was quickly replaced by a look of concern. Him and Amanda pulled me to the side. Jackson kept an arm around me. “Hey, what’s wrong? What happened?” he asked in a gentle voice.

I told them about what happened with Mark and that girl. I don’t know why I was so upset about it, he wasn’t my boyfriend or anything after all. Still, I couldn't help but sniffle as my eyes began to water. Jackson pulled me into a hug. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he said. “I’ll talk to Mark next time I see him. For now, why don’t we get out of here?”

“Oh, hun, it’s going to be okay. She’s lucky I just got my nails done,” Amanda said, muttering the last part with a frown. “Boys are stupid, not offense Jackson.” Jackson feigned hurt, making me laugh a bit. “How about we go to the diner a few blocks away? We can get fries and milkshakes!” 

I smiled a bit and nodded, wiping away tears with the back of my hand. Jackson kept his arm around me as we left the party, acting as a wall between Mark and I when we passed him. The three of us walked to the diner, laughing along that way. 

I felt a bit better by the end of the night, but the feeling in my stomach still lingered. I was right, somebody with a face a pretty as Mark Tuan’s is nothing but trouble.

*     *     *

Next Part

@mara-twins​

I’d let Mark Tuan fuck my life up, just sayin’. Anyway, that was part two. I’ll hopefully be able to start working on part three soon. I have two tests with week and a project that I haven’t started due on Friday. Fun Fact: Amanda is based off of my chem lab partner. Lover her bunches. Thank you for all your love and support! <3

[tamedol-blog]

Nightlife (G.D.)

Summary: Y/N spends a drunken night with Grayson at his fraternity house, which results in slurred words, exposed feelings…..and nearly getting hit by a car.

Word Count: 2.7k+

A/N: I love Frat! Grayson so so much, so I wanted to write my own version of him! Also, this is my first fanfic! I hope you enjoy hehe :)

You drank a little too much tonight. Well…...little was most definitely an understatement, considering it took you a good amount of time to form cohesive sentences by the end of the night. It was the weekend after final exams, and you desperately needed to release all of the stress that had been building up inside of you for the past few weeks. Your best friend Grayson was a new member of Phi Beta Sigma and they were hosting a party at their house, so you’d immediately agreed to come with your friends before he could even get the question out.

However, one thing led to another; your friend Meghan had announced five minutes after arriving that she was running off with a guy named Jake (or maybe his name was Blake….you couldn’t hear properly over the deafening music), your other friend Rebecca managed to find the girl she’d been crushing on the whole semester, so of course she made her way over to offer her a drink and tell some corny pickup line, and you were left scanning the crowd for Grayson amongst the drunk teens and strobe lights. He told you to text him when you arrived, but knowing how awful he is at checking his texts and assuming he was busy probably dancing behind some girl, you knew better than to expect a response.

You searched the entire first floor of the house and there was no sign of Grayson, so you officially came to the conclusion that he had already scooped up some girl for the night, and decided to have some fun on your own.

You weaved through the sweaty college students, who were jumping up and down with their red solo cups in front of the DJ station in the large empty area in the center of the house. Once you made it out of the back door you let out a long sigh of relief, finally being able to inhale air that didn’t smell like weed and Bud Light.

Grayson had told you a few weeks prior to the party that he’d bought a bottle of Malibu for you, which he knew was your absolute favorite. He left it in the back room, where all of the frat members keep what they call the “good stuff” — meaning everything else but the cheap beer they provided to the students at their parties. The back room was off-limits to everyone else but the members of the fraternity, but since you were at the house so often with Grayson, most of the members knew who you were and didn’t mind you being back there.

You push open the creaky door, using the flashlight on your phone to scan the pitch black room for your bottle of rum. Your eyes light up once you see the tall white bottle and you immediately run to the shelf, filling a solo cup to the rim and shoving the bottle in your purse. You take a large gulp, instantly feeling better at the feeling of the coconut-flavored drink slipping down your throat.

“Yo, what the fuck are you doing in here?”

You immediately halt your actions when you hear a deep voice boom from behind you. You can physically feel the heat rush to your cheeks. You’re too terrified to turn around, expecting to see a security guard standing at the entrance.

Before you could even respond, you hear the familiar wheezy laugh that you adore. It’s Grayson. You immediately whip around to see him bent over, chuckling loudly at your terrified state. You beamed at the sight of him wearing the jean jacket that you’d bought him over Spring Break (which he actually wasn’t too fond of — but if it meant he got to see your pretty smile, he’d wear it whenever you were around).

“It’s not funny, you fucking jerk. I thought I was about to be arrested or something. How did you even know it was me?,” you question, making your way over to him and pulling him into a one-armed hug.

“I’d recognize this long hair anywhere,” he shrugs, lifting a strand of your straight hair and wiggling it around. “Why didn’t you tell me you were here? You should’ve texted me and I would’ve come to find you.” He takes one last sip of his beer before crushing the can with his hand and throwing it over his shoulder.

You scoff at his remark, taking three large gulps from your drink.

“Gray, I texted you when I got here, dummy. I literally looked everywhere for you, but I figured you were sucking faces with some sorority bitch, so I came to get a drink.”

He furrows his brows, pulling his phone out from his front pocket, eyes bouncing around the bright screen before smiling sheepishly at you.

“Oops?”

You roll your eyes and gently shove his shoulder before he wraps an arm around you, leading you out of the dark room.

“So, where were you hiding, Dolan?”

He wanted to tell you that he’d just been up in his room, attempting to clean the jumbled pile of clothing that accumulated after he’d spent almost an hour scavenging for this jean jacket - but he knew that’d come off a little too strong.

“I was dealing with one of my fraternity brothers. Dave got blackout drunk before the fucking party even started,” he lies, walking ahead of you and towards the entrance to the house.

You furrow your brows in confusion; you’d just seen Dave on your way outside, and he seemed perfectly awake and sober, but you let it go.

“Well, you’re with me now, and I’m starting to feel realllyyyy good, so let’s get out onto this dance floor now and show everyone our groovy fucking dance moves,” you exclaim excitedly, taking his hand in yours and running towards the crowd. He laughs loudly, partially because there was no dance floor, but also because he was in awe at how absolutely adorable you were.

You finish your drink before the song even ends, and before you know it, you’re amongst the large crowd, grinding against Grayson to the rap song booming throughout the house. Sober you would never dance against your best friend like this, but that’s the thing — you were so far from sober, and Grayson wasn’t too far behind you on the drunken scale, so he didn’t seem to mind.

You turn around in his grip, lazily wrapping your arms around his neck and standing on your toes to put your mouth right by his ear.

“Wanna go upstairs with you,” you yell sloppily, swaying your hips to the beat. Grayson smiles softly and stares at you with hooded eyes, shaking his head slowly.

“We’re not sober, Y/N. Also, I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t feel the same way if we were.”

“Yeah I would,” you confess eagerly, biting your lip and leaning in closer to him.

“Mmmm…..don’t think so. Let’s just chill out a lil, alright?,” he yells into your ear.

You feel your heart sink in your chest. Even drunk Grayson didn’t want to give you a chance. You couldn’t believe that you’d just asked Grayson to fuck and he said no. What kind of guy declines sex?

He sees your smile fade and immediately feels guilty for his refusal. It’s not that he didn’t want to sleep with you — he’s wanted that for months, but he would never take advantage of you, and considering you’d downed three-quarters of a bottle of rum in just a couple of minutes, he was almost positive your judgements were clouded.

“How about this,” Grayson begins, lifting your arm and spinning you around so you’re facing away from him before he slowly slides his hand underneath your shirt and letting them rest above your waistband, sending shivers throughout your body.

“If we have this conversation in the morning and your statement still stands, I’ll be more than happy to bring you upstairs whenever you want,” he mumbles into your ear, pressing a soft kiss against your temple and making you giggle.

“Deal.”

You continue to dance with Grayson until you feel a familiar feeling of nausea in your stomach. You stop in your tracks and quickly remove his arms from around your waist.

“Gonna puke,” you yell, covering your mouth with your hand before shoving your way through students, not caring about the dirty looks you’re currently receiving. Grayson’s following behind you as close as he can, apologizing to the students you’d previously just harshly bumped into.

Grayson catches up with you as you stumble to the front yard of the house, attempting to bend over, which results in you toppling over into the grass. He tries his hardest not to laugh at the view in front of him — you’re groaning loudly from the fall, sprawled out against the grass with your eyes squeezed close. He strides over to you, scooping you up in his arms bridal-style and beginning to walk down the sidewalk.

“Where are you going? Not done partying yet,” you slur, leaning your head back and letting it hang downward. Grayson chuckles softly.

“You’re done for tonight, Y/N. I’m taking you back to your dorm.”

“Wanna sleep in your bed, Gray….”

“I know you do, but I also don’t wanna get yelled at in the morning if I let you sleep with your makeup on, and I have nothing to take it off with at the house.”

“What a weak excuse,” you snarl, rolling your eyes.

“You’ll thank me in the morning.”

He continues to carry you down the street for about ten minutes until you suddenly begin to wiggle out of his grip, firmly planting your feet on the ground.

“I can walk on my own, I’m not dead,” you mumble lazily, nearly falling into the busy street the second you take a step. Grayson snorts, quickly wrapping his arms around your waist and guiding you down the street.

“Still too stubborn to let me carry you? We’ve got about another five minute walk until we’re there.”

“M’ a grown woman, Grayson. Plus, don’t want your arms getting tired.”

He snorts. “Yeah, you’re a drunk grown woman, and if I can carry Ethan around, I can definitely carry you.”

“I know you have a crush on me, Gray. Just tell me.”

He laughs softly at your sudden switch of topic, tightening his grip as he practically pushes you down the sidewalk. The process would be much easier and less time consuming if you’d just let him carry you, but you were extremely stubborn — even when you were wasted.

“Yeah? How do you know?,” he questions, smiling softly.

“It’s obvious. I’ve known since the first day of classes when you carried all 5 of my textbooks across the campus to my room.”

“You would’ve struggled if I hadn’t helped.”

“What about when you kissed me at the Delta Chi party?”

“We were playing Truth or Dare.”

“You could’ve kissed anyone playing,” you scoff. Grayson remains silent, mentally thankful that his red cheeks couldn’t be seen underneath the dark sky.

“What about when you called me the prettiest girl in the room that one time?,” you interrogate.

“You were complaining about that douchebag that stood you up, it felt like the right thing to say.”

“So you think I’m ugly?” You turn to look at him with a smirk.

“What is this, reverse psychology? You’re not ugly and you know it.”

“What about all those times you waited for me outside of my class with my favorite bagel and an iced latte from Bagel Baker?” you look over at him with raised eyebrows.

“I was just…...being thoughtful.”

“Why won’t you just admit it?,” you exclaim, stopping in your tracks and attempting to shove him off you, which clearly didn’t happen, considering you’re half his size.

He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Can we talk about this when neither of us have alcohol in our systems?”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“If we don’t discuss this now, I will run into the street, Grayson.”

“Y/N, you’re being ridiculous. Stop.”

“Yeah, well, I guess I’m feeling a little wild tonight.”

“Stop.”

“Freshman year is almost over. Speak now or I’ll go home, find a cute boy to date this summer, and block you on Instagram and Snapchat.”

“You wouldn’t.”

You sigh heavily, lazily throwing your head back.

“You leave me no choice, Dolan.”

Before Grayson can grab you and place you on the other side of the sidewalk, you’re ripping yourself from his grip and quickly stumbling out into the empty road, plopping down onto the street and smiling mischievously. Grayson groans, walking out and attempting to reach for your arms, but you lean back and begin to kick your feet at his grabby hands, giggling like a child.

“Y/N, stop before we both get hit by a car and don’t even live to confess our feelings.”

“Nope,” you shrug, popping the P. “Stop being a little bitch and avoiding the question, how about that?”

Grayson squints his eyes at you, but before he can respond, he sees the headlights he was dreadfully anticipating coming down the road. He’s swiftly putting his arms underneath yours, lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder while walking back over to the sidewalk.

You begin to protest and squirm in his arms, but Grayson just smacks your butt gently, making you squeal.

“We can talk about this in the safety of your dorm room, but dying really isn’t on the agenda for tonight.”

-

“Sit still.”

“I can’t, I’m tired.”

“You’d think that being tired would make you sit still, not make you more antsy,” Grayson mumbles, laughing softly as he slowly rubs the makeup wipe across your puckered lips to get the remaining bit of lipstick off.

“Shut up, I’m delusional and drunk.” You sigh contently, resting your head against the pillow as your eyes flutter shut. Grayson rubs the makeup wipe across your skin once more before tossing them in the trash and placing his hands on the bottom of your shirt. “Arms up.”

“I thought you didn’t wanna have sex?,” you question, lips turning up into a smirk as you wiggle your eyebrows.

“I do, but not now. I’m trying to change you out of this tight shirt.” He shakes his head, grabbing your arms and placing them above your head before peeling off your shirt.

“So you do wanna sleep with me?”

He nods silently, continuing to dig through your drawer until he found a large t-shirt.

“But is that all you want from me? Sex?”

He immediately whips his head towards you, furiously shaking his head. He stands from his squatting position, lifting your arms once more and slipping the shirt over your head.

“I wouldn’t break my back for you every chance I get if all I wanted was sex.” He gives you a large toothy smile and winks, hands moving to your waistband to remove your jeans.

You smile softly, lifting your hips to help him. “Roommate’s not coming back tonight, you can sleep here if you want.” You snuggle under the covers, shutting your eyes.

“There’s definitely not enough room for the both of us in your twin sized bed.”

“I guess you’ll have to cuddle me all night.” You peek one eye open to see Grayson staring at you with a wide smile.

He contemplates it; he wanted nothing more than to slip in bed behind you and cuddle you tightly all night, but he was terrified of you waking up in the morning and regretting all of your decisions from tonight.

“Not tonight. I’ll call you in the morning, alright?” He reaches into your fridge to grab a water bottle to put on your bedside table, but when he turns around after not receiving a whine or a sassy remark from you, he sees you’re already fast asleep.

He lets out a breathy laugh, placing the water on the table and gently running his hand through your hair.

Grayson sits in your desk chair for a moment, watching your chest slowly rise and fall, lips slightly parted and hair sprawled across your pillow. He silently prayed that you weren’t drunk enough to have tonight’s events erased from your memory; he finally admitted that he liked you…...well, kinda. He’d work on the details later.

He couldn’t believe he’d met someone as chaotic as you — but at the same time, you were absolutely perfect in all the right ways to him.

-

Your eyes peel open to the sight of rays of sunlight beaming through your slightly parted curtains. You let out a soft yawn, attempting to sit up to grab Advil before the throbbing headache kicked in when you felt a restraint around your waist. You quickly turn around to see Grayson laying behind you, lips parted and letting out snores every few seconds. You giggle softly, plugging his nose, which makes his eyes shoot open.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” You smile softly, ruffling his hair. Grayson slowly sits up and winces, tilting his head side to side.

“I think I broke my neck from sleeping without a pillow. You hogged it all night.”

You roll your eyes, slipping from your bed and grabbing the medicine bottle. “Of course I did. It’s my bed.”

“You invited me to sleep here, remember?”

“I remember, but you said you were leaving, which meant no sharing of pillows.”

“I stayed to make sure you didn’t throw up in your sleep or somethin.”

You smirk and raise your brows. “Yeah, that’s why you stayed.”

“So…..you didn’t forget anything from last night?”

“Hmmm, let’s see…..drank a bottle of Malibu, danced with you, tried to fuck you, almost threw up in your front yard, almost got us hit by a car, came back here, you took off my makeup, which I appreciate by the way. Then you stripped me and we said some stuff. I think that’s everything.”

He nods, smiling sheepishly and rubbing his neck.

“So, now that we’re sober, do you still like me?” You pop two pills in your mouth and wash them down with water, staring at him expectantly.

His cheeks turn a light shade of red and he nods slowly. “Yeah, I do, but I didn’t hear you admit any feelings for me all night.”

You hop back into your bed, placing a leg on either side of him and straddling him. He leans back against the pillow, placing his arms above his head and smirking at you. You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his nose, and then to both of his cheeks, and then his lips.

You pull away, placing your face inches away from his.

“Of course I like you, idiot.” You press another kiss to his lips before moving over to his ear.

“If the offer still stands, I still wanna fuck you.”

You both laugh softly and Grayson begins to slide his hands underneath your shirt, lifting it above your head.

“Of course it does, idiot.”

[ontherockswithsalt]

A Made Man

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Chapter 19.

“It’s Terminator!”

“It's Terminator 2,” Noble mutters, glancing overhead at the oversized television screen in the corner of the bar.

“No, dude.” His friend Andrew -- the groom-to-be in this group -- insists across the pub table from us. The loud rendition of the Beastie Boys’ Hey Ladies plays over the one minute window of time each trivia team in the bar has to answer the question: What was the first Arnold Schwarzenegger movie to win four Academy Awards? “Terminator 2?” Andrew disputes. “Fuck no. It's never a sequel.”

“Terminator 2 is like, the known superior Terminator,” Noble argues.

“You guys,” Sebastian cuts in, another guy in our group. “It's Jingle All The Way.”

“It's Kindergarten Cop!”

“Oh my god,” Noble complains, shaking his head at me as I can't help but laugh at the idiotic suggestions from his friends. “Fucking write something.”

“It's kind of hard to top the original though,” I offer.

“Exactly,” Andrew points his pen at me. “See? He's a lawyer, he knows.”

“But that's not the question,” I reason. “The question’s about awards, not which one you feel is a classic.”

Noble's friend glances down to start scribbling. “You guys are clowns. It's Terminator.” Then he stands up and takes his slip of paper with the answer up to the deejay who stands in front of the TVs.

Amused, I reach for my beer and shake my head. When Noble -- who is strictly Nick tonight -- told me we were bound for a bachelor party, sitting with four other guys in a mundane sports bar playing pub trivia is not what I expected, especially considering Noble's usual knack for finding trouble. But it was entertaining enough and I wasn't exactly interested in waiting in a long line outside some insufferable club.

The music fades as the deejay pipes up, “Allll-right. What was the first Arnold Schwarzenegger movie to win four Academy Awards? Believe it or not, it was Terminator 2: Judgment Day--”

“What?!” Shouts an incredulous Andrew and Noble tips his head back with a dramatic eyeroll.

“You're fired,” Noble announces, reaching over to steal the pen.

“The category is sports,” the deejay calls out as he goes to his laptop and clicks to the next question on the screen to display on the television. “In boxing, who is the youngest, undisputed heavyweight champion of all time?”

As he draws out the last word of the question like a typical radio announcer, the opening of Santeria by Sublime settles over the bar.

I tilt over to Noble. “It's Mike Tyson.”

His pen stalls as he lifts his gaze to me. “It's Muhammad Ali.”

I reach over and pull the pen from his hand before I lean in to write what I know is the correct answer on the small piece of paper.

“Dude,” he calls out, dismayed with hands spread as I push my chair back.

I glance back at him over my shoulder with a smirk. “I'm right.”

“You better be right, Jamie,” Sebastian scoffs as he turns to survey the bar. “Because I'm about to forfeit and order some shots.”

“Shots are a good idea either way,” Noble decides.

When I return, I don't miss the chance to lay a firm hand on his shoulder and I give it a rough squeeze.

He clears his throat and adjusts in his chair. “Are we winning?”

“No.” I chuckle, settling in beside him. “But I know my boxing titles.”

“Well I know Schwarzenegger movies,” he announces to the table, pointing his beer bottle at Andrew before he intentionally gets louder -- “but nobody listens to me!”

Already it takes considerable effort not to respond to that the same way I would in private so I just let the curve of a smile tease my mouth before I hide it with my beer.

“Allll-right--” The deejay cuts in, the way he does every time he's about to declare the answer, the music fading. “In boxing, who is the youngest, undisputed heavyweight champion of all time?” He recites. “The answer was Mike. Tyson.”

Half the tables in the bar cheer for themselves while I tilt my head to give Noble a look.

He spreads his hands to answer to it. “I doubted you. What was I thinking?”

“You should never.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Oh hey, was the answer six Jägerbombs?” Sebastian declares returning to the table with a bartender close behind to help carry the tray of glasses. “Because now it is. Forget the game.”

I know I grimace a little as the cocktail server sets the highball glasses in front of us. “Oh damn, seriously?”

“Are you…” Noble starts, lifting a shiny gaze to the waitress. “Legally allowed to serve us these? I'm like, ten years over the acceptable age limit for drinking Jägerbombs.”

“Ha! I dont buy it.” The blonde tilts her head with a grin, glancing to him as she distributes the shots. “You're the youngest guys in this bar anyway, so you get a pass.”

“Yeah, well--” Noble scoffs. “That's not saying much.”

“Here's a game I like--” She starts, straightening back up to rest a hand on her waist. “Show me some ID without showing me your ID.”

I quirk an eyebrow. “How do you mean?”

“Oh I get it.” Noble nods, then eases back in his chair as if to consider it. “Let's see. How about this? The very first date I ever went on was in seventh grade,” he recounts. “--To the movies to see Mighty Ducks 2.”

My head falls back and I let out a loud laugh.

The rest of the table claps their amusement. “You sure it wasn’t Terminator 2?” Andrew teases.

“It wasn’t,” Noble laughs. “But I like sequels apparently.”

“That is hilarious,” the waitress approves. “I love it. And you're definitely too old to be ordering Jägerbombs.”

“Who was it?” I question.

“Who was who?”

“The date. Do you remember?”

“Ahh.” He smiles down at the table, his shoulders shifting a little with a bouncy chuckle before he answers. “Lisa Palermo.”

Everyone at the table hollers and entertained cackle. “Lisa Palermo!” Andrew proclaims as if he knows her, then he picks up his shot glass. “Let's cheers to Lisa Palermo.”

“What the fuck?” Noble laughs. “No, dude this night's about you. We have to toast you.”

“No,” Andrew dismisses it. “It's not like this is going to be our last shot of the night.”

“What happened to Lisa Palermo?” Sebastian cuts in. “We should call her.”

I sputter another hard laugh and slap my palm on the table. “Yeah dude, was Mighty Ducks 2 just the beginning?”

“Um, she had her friend dump me at the ice skating rink at Central Park but thanks for making me remember that pain, Jamie.”

The whole thing is cracking me up and I'm just thankful I don't have to keep a straight face around him, especially when he nudges me in the arm with his own.

“Alright. To Lisa!” Andrew calls out, raising his glass and prompting everyone else to do the same. “And Nick, her biggest regret.”

We all let go of the shot, dropping the Jägermeister into the highball glass of fizzy Red Bull. I down mine, swallowing hard before I clear away the lingering spicy sweetness in my throat. “Good god, that was a flashback.”

“Yeah dude,” Noble agrees, setting his glass down hard on the table. “I'm picking the shot next time.”

“Let's do one more round,” Sebastian suggests, pointing over his shoulder. “And then we'll roll out somewhere else.”

Pushing my chair back, I stand up. “Be right back.” Then I cross behind the table to make my way to the bathroom.

I can practically feel Noble's gaze as it trails me but I don't look back. Winding through the crowd between the pool tables, I turn down a dimly lit hallway and push into the men's room.

I'm only in there a couple minutes before the door opens while I'm at the sink.

“How about those Jägerbombs bro?” Noble teases.

“Bro--” I laugh. “Your frat brothers are pretty mellow. I expected to be plastered in a toga by now.”

“I can make that happen.”

Another guy approaches the sink beside me, washes up quickly and moves to pass through the door, leaving the two of us alone.

“I know you can.” I toss my paper towel in the trash and turn to him. “Were you in a fraternity in college? Please say yes.”

“Alpha Phi Delta at Stony Brook? Hell yeah man.” He grins. “Weren't you?”

I glance up at him, cutting a slow shake of my head. “Definitely not.”

“You should pledge.”

“Yeah?” I smile at him with a tilt of my head, unable to resist playing along. “That could be cool, I'm new on campus--”

“Ss--shit.” He hisses a tempted laugh. “Don't you dare.” Then he steps closer and his hands go to the sides of my face. “God and you question how much porn I've been watching.”

I exhale a soft laugh as he backs me up against the outside wall of the nearest stall. Tilting my head up, I accept the weight of him as he presses into me, the sly friction of his hip at the top of my thigh.

“Are there pictures?” I wonder, lifting my gaze to him, the corner of my lips curve. “Of you washing cars or playing ultimate frisbee or something?”

“You sick fucking jerk,” he whispers before his lips skate over mine. “Don't be a tease tonight.”

My heart pounds with this hot, jumpy thud considering the door just beyond Noble’s back. But I kiss him. And then I’m quick to leave his bottom lip with the slow pinch of my teeth. “Why not?”

He mumbles his answer into the side of my neck. “Because you look too damn hot, and you smell too fucking good right now.”

“Hmm.” I merely offer a scratchy hum and let my eyes close for a beat to appreciate the heat of his mouth on my skin.

Drawing in a deep inhale just at the collar of my shirt, he draws his face up to the edge of my jaw, “So I don’t think I can handle the tease.”

With a cleansing breath, I arch my neck back before I straighten up in front of him. Reaching down, I quickly flick the dark brown leather of his belt from its buckle. I see the way his lips part, his gaze flicking down, a hopeful jump of his brow just before I maneuver out from between him and the wall. “You can,” I assure him with a smirk as I head for the door. “You’ll like it.”

[thosetaleskids]

“One mabo curry, served fresh!” Ludger announced as he emerged from the back of his brother’s stand. Though Julius’ Tomato Specials was ‘semi-officially closed’ due to Julius aiding in some post-maintenance work (since if you’re going to flaunt your teleportation powers, may as well use it for a good cause), so Ludger was acting as a ‘back-up chef’ so customers weren’t left to dry for the day.

 In short, no need to hide unless the other Ludger dropped by! Then… he’d just have to make due. 

As the young Malak either poked at or jumped straight into his dish, Ludger had an important statement! “While you’re eating, I wanted to thank you for how you’ve been treating Elle, my brother, and I.” Elle especially– Magilou called it a crush, but it likely wasn’t that deep…. maybe? “Elle’s been over the moon even after the Void Entity Incident, and my brother’s impressed by your mature yet friendly outlook. To call our lives and reputations back home ‘complicated’ is putting things lightly; kindness like yours isn’t something we receive often.” 

“So for your big heart, here’s a gift from all of us!” Ludger presented the Malak two small boxes, one resembling a snowy field and the other a flowing grassland. Inside the respected boxes were a pinned Snow Butterfly and an Aladhian Beetle. The book Silva left behind hinted Laphicet liked bugs, so why not give him a memento of their world’s bugs? 

“Thank you for caring about us, Laphicet. I hope we've made you feel as special as you have us.”

"Wow! It looks so good!"

Enthusiastic boy was enthusiastic about his curry; there was absolutely no hiding the way his face lit up as the dish was set before him. Never one to let good food go to waste, he dug in hungrily, already assuming that to have been all--

And paused to look at Ludger, mouth half-full, as the other kept speaking.

He definitely coloured a little at the mention of Elle, although Phi hoped that could be passed off as just from the heat of the curry. While he would not have called it exactly a crush, the fact remained that Magilou perhaps wasn't as far from the mark as she might have been. There was definitely a something there that was different to what he felt for the other girls in his life, although good luck getting him to say so aloud.

He swallowed his mouthful, and hopefully some of the heat from his cheeks, in time to respond to Ludger's words.

"It's no problem! Elle's been really nice to me, too--" aside from, you know, the stabbing-with-a-phantom-dagger thing, but she hadn't exactly been in her own mind at the time "--and I'm glad to be friends with her. With all of you."

He could... honestly relate to the reputations being complicated thing more than Ludger might realise; he was, after all, loyal travelling companion of the Lord of Calamity, who was set on engulfing their world in the flames of chaos. Perhaps he didn't have it so bad as Ludger's family, since at least no-one except the highest-ranking exorcists seemed able to identify them by sight--

Although knowing that his official description was 'a girl with a weird cowlick' was still just too embarrassing for words--

But it was, at the very least, something that Phi knew better than to judge someone else based on.

Even still, he hadn't seen the gifts coming; and his reaction betrayed his surprise. Setting aside his bowl of curry for the moment, as his curiosity overwhelmed his hunger, Laphicet accepted the twin boxes. With a glance at Ludger to check that the other wouldn't protest him opening the gifts now, the Malak boy carefully opened first one box, then the other. Eyes widened with fascination as he removed and inspected both pinned bugs.

In truth he felt a little bad for the bugs, especially when he was used to looking after a live one in the form of his rhinostagros; but at the same time, he understood that this way preserved the pair in all their fascinating glory. He turned them both over in his hands, looking at both but paying especial attention to the beetle, before looking back at Ludger with a grin.

"These are both amazing! And I'll never forget any of you, I promise!"

[littleredroseonthevalley]

Red Rose - Prologue

PROLOGUE  Ch. 1  Ch. 2  Ch. 3  Ch. 4  Ch. 5 Ch. 6  Ch. 7  Ch. 8  Ch. 9  Ch. 10  Ch. 11  Ch. 12 Ch. 13  Ch. 14 Ch. 15 Ch. 16 

Summary: Life doesn’t care much for plans. Sometimes, it puts us in places we have never even conceived. Okay, fair enough, it doesn’t do all by itself, our choices help. A misstep here, a mistake there, and suddenly all we have, all we are, goes down in ruins. And then, do you give up or do you try again and rebuild?

Riley is tormented by a ghost of her past, and her only choice seems to take a leap and trust a stranger. Meanwhile, the Cordonian court was molded by its own experiences, and the results didn’t always turn out to be the best.

In such an environment, will Riley be able to overcome her traumas and challenges, or will she succumb to the evil within? Will she be able to rescue her friends from their own prisons, or will she be the one to damn them for good?

Rating: T - Content not suitable for children.  Suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with minor suggestive adult themes.

Notes: Good evening, people! Tonight’s the night, man! Under this very cut, lies the prologue of Red Rose! Are you pumped? ‘Cause I am. If you are that sweetheart who’ll be reading it on the very minute I post it, don’t worry, the first chapter will be out in thirty minutes after the prologue.

I’d like to thank @meisjoda, @boneandfur, @the-otome-way and @youwontlikewherewewillgo (who I’m not being able to tag, but thanks all the same)  for liking and reblogging the content I’ve released up so far. I hope you find it worth the wait!

Alas, the show must go on!

The inquisitive, clear eyes were focused on the wooden, craved door. She knew for a fact that they, for once, were unlocked. Her father, absorbed in his thoughts, had forgotten to lock them in his way out, something that up so far, he has always done.

Behind those doors was an unknown world. The little girl, in her short life, knew well every nook and cranny of that building, as it is supposed one to know their own home, but she has never been granted access to her father’s cabinet.

No time like today, one may say.

Stealthily, though hurried, the girl entered the forbidden room.

She had a moment to take in her surroundings. It was smaller than she thought. Twenty or thirty child-steps from her was a dark, wooden bureau with many papers and books scattered on top of it and a deep scarlet, throne-like, chair. Behind those, there were two big windows, displaying the winter scene outside, framed with heavy curtains, there for more of a decorative purpose. There was no direct sunlight in that side of the house.

On the side walls were tall bookshelves, filled to the brim with volumes. She hadn’t quite learned her letters, yet, but she was sure she wouldn’t find any of the volumes her mother read to her every other night. Aside from those, there was a fireplace on her left-hand side (not that she was aware of which hand of hers was the left one), filling the room with a pleasant heat.

She turned to the mantelpiece. In there were a vase, which, she supposed, hasn’t seen a flower ever since the end of fall a couple weeks earlier, a dutiful clock, and some photographs. She could recognize a few faces, her mother, her father, her grandparents, her siblings and herself. But one seemed to be mismatched. For starters, it was in a rather new and shiny frame, in opposition to the wooden, worn frames on the other pictures. There was four people in the photo, two of them seemed somewhat like her siblings, but not quite, while the other two were complete strangers to her. The place in which they were was quite idyllic, as well, a sandy-white beach, near a cliff and a cove. The turquoise sea and the Sun made her heart long for the summer months.

She was lost in thoughts of the Sun and clear waters when she heard the deep voice that, without fail, made her blood freeze as if she was out there in the cold mountains.

“Dora, what are you doing here?” Her father sternly asked her.

Unsure of what to answer that could placate his anger, the girl opted to make a question of her own: “Where is that picture?”

In the expressionless face of the man, the lips thinned. More to himself, he muttered “You are too curious for your own sake…”

He took the picture of that inaccessible mantlepiece and walked to his chair, motioning for his daughter to sit in his lap. “This” he said, with a calm, warmer voice, “Is your mother and I in Cordonia, when we were very young.”

“Cordonia?” She asked, rather confused “Where is it?”

“North of Greece, Dora”

“Greece? Like the phi… phi…” She couldn’t say the word.

“Philosophers. Yes, there. It is a most beautiful place, the blue ocean and warmth of the littoral, the lakes and pastures and orchards in the north and the colossal, stone-cold mountains eastward.”

“Taller than those we have here?”

“I don’t think so, but very close… Say, Theodora, do you remember when your mother and I told you about Scheherazade and her husband?”

The young girl smiled when she was reminded of the fable of the intelligent woman who tricked the heart-broken prince with an unfinished story every night. Nodding her head, her father went on.

“A long time ago, Cordonia was a land controlled by people just like Scheherazade, from her realm. The Turks. But the Cordonians did not like the Turks, not because they were really that bad, but because they were different.”

“How different?”

“Well… Basically, the Cordonians were Christians like us, while the Turks believe in someone called Mohammed. If you’d like to know more about Mohammed, I’ll set up with your tutor, yes?”

She nodded. She feared she’d end up with more classes every day, but she was rather curious about Scheherazade and that mystical place called Cordonia.

“Anyways,” Her father went on. “Centuries and centuries into Turkish rule in Cordonia, a powerful French Emperor was in his way to Greece and stopped by Cordonia. Napoleon was received warmly by the people in Cordonia, but they had a request of him. They were sick and tired of the Turks, and asked if he would help them to be free.”

“What has Napoleon done, father?”

“He was convinced to help them, and so he did. He conscripted the most valiant cavalier in the land, direct descendent of the last king the country had, and with his brave soldiers, they sent the Turks away forever. Napoleon then crowned that noble cavalier King of Cordonia, with the promise he would be forever just and kind to his subjects.”

“And then what happened? The king kept his promise?”

“Yes, he did keep his promise. He restored the ancient fiefs to their rightful owners, and invited the French who fought with him to stay in Cordonia, and many did. He actually married a Frenchwoman, Napoleon’s own sister, Maria Letizia.”

Dora smiled with the mention of a wedding. Such is the heart of young girls. “What was she like? Was she pretty? Was she nice?”

“Maria Letizia may not be the prettiest or the smartest of Napoleon’s sisters, but she was certainly the nicest and most loyal of them. When her brother was ousted, she and her other sister, Pauline, did whatever they could to help him and their mother. She, however, paid a steep price for it. No princess would accept marrying her sons because of it.”

“How sad!” Dora exclaimed, “Just because she helped her brother…”

“It is. Remember, Dora, family is the most important thing of all. I, your mother and your siblings will always be by your side, just as we expect for you to support us if needed be. But Maria Letizia was resourceful, she organized a contest with all the noble ladies of the realm for the opportunity to marry her sons, and with all the lords to marry off her daughters. The next queen was a Frenchwoman just like herself, a Beaumont, and the next one was a woman of the land, a Nevrakis. Ever since so, to this day even, the princes and princesses pick their wives and husbands in those contests.”

“Is that so?!” She smiled, happily, “So everybody is happy?”

With a clipped, rather regretful smile, her father answers: “Yes. In the end, we all find solace.”

Theodora gets quiet for a minute, when she asks her father: “Will I ever be able to go there? To become a princess?”

Her father laughs discreetly, and answers: “You are a princess, Theodora.”

Before she could respond, the clock stuck four.

“Is that late?” Her father asks to nobody “Dora, you have your lessons. Go, before you’re scolded.”

He put her off his lap and patted her fair head. Theodora may have left the room, but Cordonia certainly did not left her mind.

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[strangetomato]

Short Story: A Romance Sim and a Family Sim (PG13-ish Version)

The same as the story I previously posted, but with the sexy stuff (mostly) taken out, if you’re not into that sort of thing. Please enjoy the very general “and then they have sex” sort of replacement I have included in […] for your convenience. :)

A Romance Sim and a Family Sim

Ripp had found someone to dance with, and things were getting a little grindy. Ophelia watched from her seat at the bar, taking a sip of her drink. Ripp’s glass was still sitting half full on the counter, marking his place next to hers. She followed their movements, the flip of her hair, the motion of his hips, then looked away for fear of staring too long.

It was a quiet night. Quieter than the usual Saturday at the Wasteland Lounge. Most of the students had already gone home for the holidays. Those that had something to go home to. In a few more days, the campus would be even emptier. Only a handful of people remaining. Maybe just two.

Her.

And Ripp.

There was a comfort in that. They didn’t often talk about it, because it had already been said. They’d laid all the broken pieces out at each other’s feet. They’d sat together with the pain, the darkness, the tears. Things too ugly for the light of day. They’d done all that, and there had come a time when it was no longer necessary to say those things, because they already knew. They knew without saying. There was great comfort in that.

Ripp returned to his seat. Heat radiated off of him. There was a flush in his cheeks. A grin on his face.

“Working up a sweat…,” she said, brushing his hair back and tucking it behind his ear.

“Yeah.”

“Nice moves.”

He waggled his eyebrows and took a mouthful of his drink.

“When are you heading in to Strangetown, do you think?” she asked.

“I don’t know, when are you?”

“Maybe the day before Christmas Eve. Just for a few days.”

“Yeah, that sounds good. It’s about all I can stomach of the General, but I want to be there for Buck. I’ll probably bring him back with me for a visit after Boxing Day.”

“That sounds nice,” she said.”Yeah, Nervous will want to see me. And the Smiths too. But with Nervous up the hill now with the Curious brothers, I don’t look forward to staying in that house alone.”

“I don’t blame you,” he said. He took another mouthful of his drink. “Is Johnny coming home?”

“Yeah, he is. Didn’t I say?”

“Yeah, probably.” Ripp considering it. “Yeah, I think you did. And anyway, Jenny’d never let him get away with being away for Christmas. Is he still with… Ellen, was it?”

“Yeah, Ellen,” she said. “They’re still together, as far as I know.”

“It’ll be good to see him. It’s been a while.”

“It has.”

They sat for a while in a comfortable silence, enjoying their drinks and each other’s company. It was a nice evening.

All was changed in an instant as Ophelia watched someone walk in through the door.

Ripp noticed the change in her immediately. “Hey, what’s up?”

“He said he couldn’t go out tonight…”

“Who?” Ripp swiveled around until he found who she was looking at. “Oh, Korey whatshisname? That guy you went out with last week?”

“Yeah, he said he wasn’t going out tonight, but I guess he just meant… not with me.”

They both watched as he began chatting up someone at the bar.

“I mean, fine. He didn’t want to go out again. He could have said that. It’s not like I was pining away at home. He didn’t have to lie about it. But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised…” she trailed off before finishing her thought, looking away. “I mean…”

“A Romance sim?” Ripp offered, brow raised.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that,” she said, flustered.

“You don’t seem to mind it when it suits you.” A little cruel of him, but not entirely unfair, she figured.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“For what? For treating me like a Romance sim?” He got to his feet. “You don’t hear me complaining, do you?”

“I don’t think that of you. I mean, I don’t think of you like a Family sim either, of course. I don’t think… ah crap, I don’t know what I’m trying to say here.”

“It’s fine,” he said. “No big deal.”

“We’re good though, right? I thought it was… with us…”

“Come on,” Ripp said, taking her hand. “Let’s dance. You love this song.”

He led her to the dance floor, where the discomfort quickly fell away. She always liked dancing with Ripp, who could simultaneously goof around and take it all dead seriously. Together they had torn up many a dance floor, and had a lot fun in the process.

“Hey, listen,” he said, leaning close. “Fuck that guy! Seriously. That’s his loss. He should be so lucky! And if he can’t see that, he’s blind. Yeah, fuck him. You don’t need that. You need someone who’s going to treat you right. All that Family sim stuff and shit. Someone to sweep you off your feet.”

“Right now I think I’d settle for someone to get me on my back.”

He smiled, and cocked his head to one side. “Or there’s that, yeah. That’s also good.”

“Know anyone who could help me out with that?” she asked.

“Maybe some dirty Romance sim?” he suggested.

“Maybe.”

“Is that an offer?” A sparkle in his eye.

She smiled. Ripp never pushed, but it was clear that he loved their occasional romps. From their early fumblings after she and Johnny had ended things and he’d gone to college, to their current loosely-defined friends with benefits situation. Not a regular thing, but returning to it from time to time when it felt right. When she wanted it. It was always hers to initiate, she knew that. And he’d be there. He’d be there with bells on. She held the wheel. She had to admit she liked the feeling of power it gave her.

“You have your eye on anyone here tonight?” she asked.

In response, he locked both eyes onto hers. Smiling. Unmistakable. She smiled back, but went on waiting. He raised his brows. “Do you need me to say it? Because I can say it.”

“Do you want me?”

“Absolutely.”

She drew him down to her, to meet her lips, which he parted so effortlessly. He dipped her back, making a big show of it. She no longer cared whether that Korey guy was watching them or not, or anyone else for that matter, but she had to admit that the slight spectacle of it pleased her. To do this here. To have him claim her as his, openly, for all to see. And her, him.

She moved her hands lower, to gripping his ass through his jeans. He quickly did the same, grasping her and pulling her tight against him. Nudging back at her with his hips.

“So where we going? Photobooth?” he suggested, with a smirk. “Bathroom stall?”

“So very romantic,” she said.

“Oh you want romance, do you? Why didn’t you say so? I can make it romantic… some roses, maybe some candles on the flush-box.”

“Nice.”

“Now, now. Don’t pretend you wouldn’t,” he said. “I know better.”

“Not tonight. I heard someone throwing up in there. And as for the photo booth… have you forgotten the time the photo got caught in the machine?”

He laughed. “I wonder who go that eyeful, in the end?”

“Let’s get a cab.”

After the call was made, he pushed her back against the side of the phone booth, kissing her deeply. Then they were in the cab, still kissing.

[They reach her apartment and they have sex. Ripp says he loves her in a moment of passion, then when she tries to make light of it and give him an opportunity to brush it off and say it was just in the heat of the moment. He says it again, more deliberately. All the while they continue to make love slowly, and the conversation happens during this.]

Her lips found his again, hoping to make up for the fact that she didn’t have the right words.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he continued. “I just want you to know that. You’re my best friend and I love you more than anything else in this world. I love it when we fuck. I love it when we just hang out. Whatever you want from me, I’m there. I’ll always be there, no matter what. I just want you to know. I mean, if you don’t already…It’s probably pretty obvious.”

[Ophelia doesn’t respond to Ripp’s proclamation, but instead kisses him and continues to push them forward towards climax. A good time is had by all. :P]

…

Afterwards she lay in his arms. She could tell he was waiting, hoping for some sort of response. She ran her hand back through his hair. “You were really hard tonight,” she said.

He grinned widely. “Always happy to provide. Consider it an early Christmas gift.”

“And also… I feel the same way. About everything.”

“Oh Phi…”

“Don’t get too sappy on me now,” she warned.

“When you didn’t say anything…” His eyes welled up.

“How could you doubt it? Like you said… it must be obvious.”

He kissed her cheek, nuzzled into her neck. “You were my first kiss, you know.”

“What? Really? Are you serious?”

“Yeah. I was all talk back then. I’m surprised you didn’t know.” He continued his trail of kisses. “You were my first for a lot of things, really.”

“Yeah, for me too,” she said, sitting up. “We’ve done some things. Some very nice ones.”

“Wonderful, wonderful things,” he agreed. He moved up to sit behind her and started rubbing her shoulders. The sort of thing that he would do on any given night while they sat on the couch watching TV, only usually they were less naked. “Hey, why don’t you stay with us for Christmas?” he said. “In my room. I can sleep on the couch. The bed is small and the mattress is shit, but it’s cozy enough in there. All my teen angst band posters to keep you company…”

She considered the prospect of Christmas with the Grunts. “That would be… interesting. To say the least.”

“Yeah, well interesting is about as good as it gets as far as Casa Grunt is concerned. And your womanly presence might be good for us. Maybe diffuse some of the usual tensions. They’d all be on their best behaviour. It’d be a good thing, I think.”

“What would we tell them?”

“What would you like to tell them?”

“What would you like to tell them?”

They sat there for a moment, grinning madly at each other. “Fuck it,” Ripp said. “Let them figure it out. I’m sure it will be fun to watch Tank’s wheels turning.” He laughed. “And I’m sure Buck will figure it out. He usually does.”

“We’re doing this all out of order, aren’t we?” she said. “For a Family sim…”

“So we’re actually doing this? For real?”

“I don’t know, are we?”

He smiled, then leaned forward to kiss her. His arms wrapped around her body and soon she found herself sinking back down onto the bed, lost in his embrace once more. She had always liked it when they kissed. It felt natural. Right, somehow. But now there was something else. Something more.

When he drew his face back from hers, he was smiling. Laughing a little to himself. “I’ve got a joke for you…”

“Oh no. A dirty one?”

“A Romance sim and a Family sim walk into a bar.”

She arched a brow. “Yeah… and then what?”

“And the Family sim acted like a Romance sim, and the Romance sim went all Family on her.”

Her smile must have lit up the room. “That’s not a very good joke.”

“No, but it’s funny, don’t you think?”

She took his face in her hand, kissed him again lightly on the lips. “Love you, Grunty.” And kissed him again, and again, and again. Wiped the tear from his cheek, and kept kissing him.

Ophelia sat back up and looked over at the window. “It’s snowing out. Want to go for a walk?”

Ripp sat up too, and took her hand. “Yeah, let’s go.”

“Well, put some clothes on first.”

“Nope. Just like this.”

She tossed his shirt at him. “Look, we can’t freeze all our naughty bits off. We’re going to need those later.”

His smile, as always, shot straight to her heart.

And with their clothes back on, they opened the door and walked out into the gently falling snow, arm in arm.

“So when should I get fitted for my ball and chain?” he asked.

“Oh, we’ll work out all the details later.”

“Kinky.”

[philanddanxreader]

Wake Up Love

Hello, love bugs! 

 Phil x Reader 

Warnings-smut, fluff, praise kink.

Hello! I saw that you were taking requests. I was wondering if you could do one wPhilwhere he comforts the reader after she’s had a bad nightmare? Like maybe she’s screaming in her sleep and Phils trying to wake her up and it’s a bit emotional but ends in lots of fluff?? Sorry that’s oddly specific! <3 xx

You were doing that thing again. You actually didn’t know you did it until you started staying overnight with Phil. You always knew you had some crazy dreams but when you had nightmares you apparently talk in your sleep. Most of the time Phil said that it was mostly mumbles but when they were really bad he would have to talk to you to try and wake you up.

“Wake up my love. You’re dreaming again.” The two of you together in bed were a tangle of body parts wrapped around each other in an attempt to steal each other's body heat. Your reply was a simple tiny squeak. That didn't’ satisfy Phil’s need of a reply. He decided to try again by brushing your tangled hair away from your slightly sweaty face. “You’re dreaming again y/n. Wake up. It’s only a dream, come back to me.This time you were starting to come out of your dream state. You didn't really remember what the dreams were but you knew it wasn't good. You somehow snuggled your face even further into Phil’s chest.

“Was I being annoying again?” You yawned as your brain started to come back from the sleepy fog in your mind.

“You are never annoying to me pet. I wasn't really sleeping that well and I heard you start to talk in your sleep while moving a bit. I hate to see you have nightmares.”

“You’re too sweet.” You placed a soft long kiss to Phil’s lips. “Why do you think that I have nightmares when I'm a grown ass woman?”

“Probably something like a repressed memory. Or you have some sort of penis envy.” This made the both of you laugh lightly.

“Listen, Sigmund, I do not have penis envy. Who would want a stupid penis anyways? You know what's the bomb? Multiple orgasms. Clitoral and g-spot stimulation.” This made Phil have a smirk as your sassiness was pretty quick for it being so late at night.

“Ok, I guess you don't have penis envy. We didn't talk about your repressed memories yet. The last dream you had was about being chased in a back alley. So what's that mean?” You paused as you gave little kisses along his jaw.

“Can we please analyse each other later? I seem to have other things on my mind.” Phil let a little moan out as you continued to kiss your way down his neck.

“I suppose we could. What did you have in mind?”

“Well. I was thinking that we tire ourselves out again. You know just so we can get back to sleep. I need something to take my mind off the nightmare.” It was Phil’s turn to start placing kisses all over your face. This made you giggle like a little kid as he moved from your forehead down your nose to your lips. His lips were soft and warm. Kissing Phil was like coming home.

“I am so fucking in love with you. Have I told you that lately?” Phil started to kiss you deeper before answering.

“Everyday. But it’s always nice to be reminded. Also, I'm not saying it because you just did but I'm really into you too.” A cheeky smile formed on his lips as you realised what he said.

“Into me eh? Well if that's so then I think this may just be a one night stand.” Phil flipped you over on your back making you pinned lightly under his weight.

“So is this the type of one-night stand that afterwards you still stay in my bed. Because if so I would love for you to have breakfast with me.”

“If the sex is good enough.” Phi started to tickle your sides knowing it’s your weakness.

“Okay, I give up. You are the king of everything including sex. Please stop tickling me.” Phil quickly stopped tickling as he put his face close to yours waiting for a kiss. You, of course, oblige placing a soft kiss to his lips.As you were distracted by kissing Phil and running your hands through his soft dark hair. Phil slipped one of his hands down to your panties as he started to rub your clit through the soft fabric. You let out a surprised yelp as you weren't actually expecting for Phil to actually want to fool around in the middle of the night.

“Shh, Pet. Just relax. I want to help you please.” You relaxed as you felt Phil put more pressure onto your clothed core.

“Phil I don't want to be selfish.” Phil made you shut up as he started to kiss you even deeper than before. His tongue slipped into your mouth taking control. He tasted a bit like the mint toothpaste he used before bed.

“Let me please my beautiful pet.” With that, Phil pushed his way down the sheets towards the place you wanted him at the moment most. You felt Phil’s hands on your hips pulling at your panties. It was a warm night in the apartment so the both of you only had a light sheet over the bed. Normally if Phil goes down on you, he doesn't keep his head on the blanket. It seemed very movie-ish to the both of you.

“Should I take the sheet off of your head?” You felt your underwear slip past your ankles and off to the floor.”Phil didn't respond as he had seemed to have other things on his mind.Phil put his mouth up to your clit as he started to kitten lick you. You couldn't help but let out a little moan. This encouraged Phil to continue by inserting a finger into your already soaking cunt.

“You are so wet pet. You really we're worked up. You taste so good to me.” Phil continued to suck and lick at your little-hardened nub. Normally you aren't very vocal when it comes to being intimate but this evening you couldn't hold back. The room was filled with the sounds of Phil sucking at you mixed with your moans. Phil had decided to add another finger to you as already started to feel a slight burning build up in your abdomen.

“Phil, I know that this is meant to be my time but I need you to fuck me.” Phil came up from you leaving an empty feeling with you.

“What do you want darling?” You had pulled you into a sweet kiss. This time he tasted like you. It was always weird to kiss him after he goes down on you.

“I want you to fuck me please.” You pulled out the puppy dog eyes that always melt Phil.

“If it’s what you want baby then I will oblige.” you just realised that Phil had been focusing on you and that he was getting left out.

“Baby let me blow you,” Phil smirked as he shook his head no.

“Knowing you're pleased and turned on is all I need to get me going, love.” Phil had shimmied out of his boxers before you could feel his cock brush against your thigh. You were always amazed at how fast Phil could be ready to fuck. Sometimes it was a drawback as if you looked at him a little too smirky or tease him in the store before going home he would have to try and hide his boner until the moment when the both of you could get home and deal with his little friend.

“Fuck Phil, I think always being able to get hard is your superpower.” This made phil laugh and place his head on your shoulder on from your comment. You couldn't help but laugh as you rubbed Phils neck and play with the little hairs at the back of his hair line.

“Well I always thought I would have invisibility.” You kissed his cheek a bunch of times as the both of you calmed down the laughing. Once the laughing ended it seemed the like the both of you picked up right where you left off as the both of you started to have a heavy makeout session. You nipped at his lip as you felt Phil weight shift over you as he brushed the tip of his cock against you. A little breath was released before you felt Phil slowly push his way further into you. Once Phil had fully inserted himself he waited a few second for you to signal for him to continue.

“So tight for me love. You make me so hard just to think about this moment. You are bliss to me.” You decide to take his face in your hands as you kissed him letting him know that you wanted him to continue. Phil took the queue as he started to slowly thrust in and out slowly yet somehow rough. He would continue to keep slowly pulling out and roughly slamming back into you. The build up of your orgasam was starting to rebuild as you started to dig your nails into his shoulder blades.

“Phil.” You couldn't really keep your thoughts straight as Phil continued to thrust into you.

“Yes baby?” Phil kissed both of your cheeks as you tried to find your words.

“Faster. Please.” He smiled as he started to quicken his thrusts. You really started to meet Phil’s thrusts as he continued to thrust deep and fast into you.

“Are you going to come for me love? You look so fucking hot when you cum for me.” Phil only ever swore when the two of you we're fucking. It always did something to you. Just as you we're about to respond you felt Phil's hand sneak it's way back to your clit to trace circles around and on it.

“Now I am.” You we're seconds over the edge of your wave of orgasam before Phil placed his lips over yours to help muffle the sounds of you cumming. You we're glad he did so as you couldn't control yourself. The mixture of Phil continuing to rub your clit and still fuck you made you give away all thoughts and worries for just a minute or so.

“Good girl. You are so gorgeous.” Phil continued his thrusts as he finally hit his peak from the feeling of you clenching around him. Once both of you had come down from your highs Phil rolled off of you to his side of the bed. “Is that what you wanted baby?”You couldn't help but smile from the thoughts of what just happened.

“Everything love. Thank you.” Phil grabbed you as he placed a quick kiss to the crown of your hair.

[artificialqueens]

monster mash (pharon)- lem0n_b0y

a/n- hi, hello, how are ya?! here’s a sweet little thing ive been working on for while! it’s pharon reunited, where sharon doesn’t recognize phi phi at a party and follows her to the back yard to flirt with her only to see it’s her old enemy. (also thank y'all for all the sweet compliments on taxidermy butterfly ♡♡♡)

The bass of the speakers make the floor buzz with vibrations. The ‘Monster Mash’ was playing at way too loud of a volume. All around Sharon is just people yelling over the music to have conversations that none of the party goers will remember. The floor is covered in purple cups, orange and black confetti and beer bottle caps. It was a very atypical college Halloween party.

Sharon wasn’t invited to the party but there were too many people to even notice this scrawny black haired girl with dumb dollar store devil horns mounted on her head who had wiggled her way in for free beer. Part of her thought the alcohol wasn’t worth the hearing loss she’d experience but when you’re working paycheck to paycheck, a free booze are worth it.

Squeezing through the crowds to get to a near by couch, she accidentally bumps into a few blondes that were busy chatting with slurred speech. They were all dressed as so called sexy school girls. From what Sharon can make out, it’s about some boy they were all preying over. Typically drunk girl behaviour.

Sharon finally took a seat onto the empty couch. She sat there fiddling with her bottle, tapping her nails against the sweating glass as she looks through her phone. No new messages were to be seen, which she expected. It was Halloween afterall, most of her friends would be at their own parties across town or asleep at the home. Admittedly, Sharon was bored. It was one of her favorite holidays, she loved all the traditions and colors of the child centric holiday. Of course there was adult fun, as shown by the party. She had gone to this party alone in hopes to find a girl to flirt with while she was there or to drink so much beer she pukes into a pumpkin head. To which she struck no luck with girls in the large house, none had stuck out just yet.

Part of her said she should just go back to the apartment and watch Hocus Pocus for the millionth time. Lord knows she needed some sleep before working tomorrow. The other part of her said she shouldn’t go home and to keep partying til some straight girl decided to try out a girl for the night.

Leaning into the couch, Sharon looks at the TV that was playing a classic movie to watch on this seemingly anticlimactic hoilday; Halloween Town. It wasn’t the best movie but it sure is a 'feel good’ kind of film when your 4 beers into the night. She watches the screen for what seems like hours when it is mearly minutes, her ears ring from the loud music and voices surrounding her.

Her eyes drift across the room to see some more kids pile into the house. The costumes vary from vampires to sexy nuns. There was always something distasteful about costumes that are made sexy in Sharon’s taste. Perhaps it just wasn’t her cup of tea after all.

In the incoming crowd, there’s one girl that finally catches her eyes. Another blonde enters the room dressed in a sheer white top with borderline lingerie underneath. A ridiculously sparky halo hangs above her head paired with what makes out to be white wings strapped to her back. With Sharon’s interest peaked, she tries to lean over the couches arm to get a better look at the young girls face. She had disappeared from her sight.

“Well shit.” She mutters to herself as she stands to what she told herself, 'another beer’. In reality she was in a hunt for the piece of heaven she had gotten a glimps of. Pushing back through the crown was one task but to look through the giant house for a little angel was another. Making her way to the kitchen, Sharon scans the room for the blonde girl. She pushes towards the cooler of beers to grab another bottle and attempt to see the top of her halo. Her sparky little halo wasn’t staying in place by any means, she was on the move. With her beer in hand, Sharon tries to follow her calmly to where ever she was heading.

Bodies repeatly bumping into Sharon, she slowly becomes more and more annoyed. Each elbow jab to the side pushed her closer to pushing people out of her way completely. Squeezing between the last of the loud crowd she finds herself to the backdoor where the there was significantly less people. She scans the backyard as she pushes hair from her face, looking for the halo. Luckily the angel was sat near the pool with a cup in her hand. She talks to a girl in a cape. Sharon guessed from the behind view that she might be a vampire.

Sharon makes her way towards the pool to try and chat with the angel. The air was cool which was good for someone like her who was wearing all black, Halloweens always seemed to be hot but the night was looking to be in her favor. The caped girl turns around to see the approaching Sharon. The girl had wavey black hair much like her own and the brightest blue eyes anyone had ever seen, but Sharon had seen them before.

“Sharon?” The girl calls out, perking up with excitement.

“Wait- Katya!?” Sharon quickly runs towards the pool to be greeted with Katya standing up for a hug. Grabbing her quickly, Sharon spins the them around. Katya was a dear friend of hers who she never really sees. Since she lives across town, Sharon never has the time or money to visit her as often as usual. Their reunion is filled with laughs and smiles as they hug for a long moment. Sharon ends the hug to begin chatter with her old pal. She had completely forgotten about her initial game plan.

“So why are you in town?” She questions, smiling wide to the equally excited Katya. “Phi suggested this party so I decided to tag along.”

Sharon’s eyes widen as she looks down at the awkward woman that sat by the pool on her phone. Phi Phi was quietly on her phone to wait til the girls stopped their reunion. Nodding to Katya, Sharon pulls her towards the glass door silently. She had made a big mistake. “We’ll be back!” Katya yells to Phi Phi as she is forcefully moved.

Leaning against the house, Sharon quickly pulls out her box of cigarettes to hand one to Katya and placing one in her mouth. “Why did you drag me over here? Aren’t you two okay?”

“Yes! Yes yes yes- we are fine. Perfectly fine. But I just spent 10 mintutes to push through a crowd to figure out who she was because I thought she was hot. That’s an issue.” She lights her ciggerate and hands the lighter to Katya. Sharon nervously smokes, sipping her bottle between each puff of smoke. “So why not just ask her to fuck?”

That was not about to happen. “No! No no no! That’s a terrible idea. She would definitely tell me no. We just became okay with eachother so I doubt she’d say 'Ya know what Sharon, maybe we could fuck after we just patched up a year long dispute over your ex girfriend.’ That is NOT happening Katya! Not in a million years!” She huffs as she takes a long drag from her already almost burnt out cigarette. She had zero chances of fucking Phi Phi tonight. It was not even close to a possible goal. “You could at least ask! If she says no just say 'I’m sorry.’ Then it’ll be okay, right?”

“That’s so awkward! If she says no, I’ll just say sorry? That’s so fucking akward!”

“Then just don’t ask, okay?! I need to go sit with my friend so you can join if you’d like.” Katya turns to walk back to her friend who sat alone, but is quickly snatched back by Sharon. “But don’t tell her I said any of this. Got it?”

“I’m pretty sure she can hear us from here.” Katya detaches Sharon’s hand from her wrist and walks to the poolside. Sharon leans herself against the side of the house, lighting a new cigarette for herself.

She thought to herself that may have been the most awkward conversation she’s had in awhile. How was she supposed to respond? Her old friend suggesting she simply ask her ex-enemy to have sex for the night was a crazy stupid concept. She knew better than to ruin that new found comfortablilty with Phi Phi. All she thought was she look cute tonight. That could be an understatement, she looked more than just cute. Sharon admits to herself that she looks hot.

Her eyes lazily staring in her direction, she looks at her angel wings. They were poorly made, as if they just came in a pack with the halo. She twirls her finger around a lock of hair, finishing up her cigarette as she turns to go back into the house. Maybe she should just go back home period, snag a few beers on her way out and get a taxi. Before being able to plan out her way home, Sharon is stopped from re entering the noisey home by a hand on her shoulder.

Turning quickly to see who’s touching her, she’s faced with angel she had followed around. Phi Phi has a smile painted across her face as if Katya didn’t just tell her everything about the conversation she just had with Sharon. Nonetheless, she stands in front of Sharon who could feel herself heat up with nervousness. “Oh- Hey.” Is all Sharon can blurt out. She was at a loss for words.

“Don’t act so stiff like you don’t know me. How have you been?” Phi Phi bounces in her place with a smile still on her face. Her happiness was so vibrent, Sharon could feel herself start to smile like an idiot. She fiddles with her jacket before speaking with a timid voice “I’m good! I’m good. uh- how much did Katya tell you?”

Phi Phi raises a brow before responding to Sharons nervous question. She turns around to look at Katya, who had quickly taken a liking to a young woman dressed as a Barbie. “What do you mean?” As Phi Phi turns back around, she cocks her head to the side ever so slightly like a confused puppy. Katya had kept her mouth shut for once, and Sharon was suprised. With Phi Phi now standing there confused, all she could do was try and change the subject from her slight fuck up. “Uh, nevermind that. So where are you staying nowadays?”

“I actually just moved back in town, Guess I just missed the area too much.” Phi Phi smiles wide, shaking the confusion into the back of her mind. She fiddles with her sheer top, awaiting Sharon’s delayed response. Sharon had been too busy staring at her costume. “Oh thats great! I’m still living where I used to.”

“The apartments? I thought you hated it there!”

Sharon smiles sheepishly, running her hand on the back of her neck. “I hate the people in the building, but it’s nice. Just me, myself, and the ghost that likes to knock down my picture frames in my own little space.” If only the ghost was a joke. Sharon had questioned the random falling of picture frames to be a spirit for quite some time now, but often just ignores it. Phi Phis eyes lit up at the ghost joke, she smiles and chuckles over it.

“Well how’s dating been since you and Alaska broke up? Are you two still friends?” Phi Phi was hesistant to pop the question regarding her ex. It was a well known fact that she hadn’t always liked Alaska during their relationship.

“I havent jumped into another relationship but of course we’re friends. It was for the best ya know? We still hang out all the time.” Sharon reaches into her pocket for another ciggerate and holds it between her lips. “What about you? Seeing anyone?”

Phi Phi smiles sheepishly at the question. She wasn’t much of a relationship kind of person. Being on her own was kind of her thing. She would have flings here and there with men and women alike but nothing steady, nothing worth mentioning. “Nah, dating isn’t my speed. Prefer to come and go as I please.” Phi Phi takes a sip of her beer and leans against the brick wall, watching Katya scramble to flirt with the gorgeous, tall, blonde she had met. “I guess I really like being alone. I have friends to make sure I’m all good, I don’t need one person to emotionally depend on for help AND have to romantically be involved with them.”

“Keep your emotions and your romance separate I see. Same old same old.” Sharon chuckles and leans on the wall next to her. She blows smoke out and flicks ashes from her cigarette onto the patio. They both sat in silence as they looked around at all the people who had found their way into the backyard. People pushed into the pool, guys flirting with girls and getting rejected, blunts being shared to top it all off. It was like the perfect party scene you’d see in movies. Sharon turns to Phi Phi who is still focused on the surroundings, almost looking on awe. She takes another puff of her cigarette.

“Looks like Katyas getting laid tonight.” Phi Phi says, watching as the vampire and the Barbie sneak to the back of the house. She sighs a little and sips her beer. “I should probably should go interven so I’m not left here alone.” Phi Phi steps away from the wall and adjusts her outfit, along with her angel wings. She looks reluctant and seemingly saddened. Before she could say her goodbyes to Sharon, she’s yanked back towards the wall by her waist. Sharon pulls her close, holding her in place. “Please don’t leave just yet, or at least let me give you something before you go and cock block Katya.” She smoothes down the shear fabric that she had pulled Phi Phi closer by.

Phi Phi looks confused but stands there willingly. The tight grip on her waist to with the gentle, smoothing touch makes her turn to putty. She watches as Sharon’s mind scrambles to find a reason for her to stay longer. Her eyes bolt around for something to distract Phi Phi long enough to forget about Katya. Watching as her nervous facial expression grows and Sharon’s eyes scans the surrounds behind her, Phi Phi moves closer, pressing her into the wall.

She stands on her tippy toes and cups Sharon’s face. Gently pressing her lips against hers, Phi Phi keeps Sharon’s face in place to assure she doesn’t pull away. But she wouldn’t, Sharon didn’t plan on moving away. She stayed still, soaking in every second of the strange kiss. Her cigarette falls from between her fingers, every inch of Sharons body turns to mush. Phi Phi slowly smiles into the kiss before gentle pulling herself away before getting too wrapped up. She looks Sharon back in her eyes that now appear glazed over. Speechless, Phi Phi just wraps her arms around her torso in a long hug. Sharon smiles softly before wrapping her arms around the smaller girl.

“I’m really tipsy, I’m sorry I don’t know how to react.” Sharon says quietly. Phi Phi nods and rests her head onto her chest. “You looked anxious about me leaving so I distracted you. Did it work?”

“Of course it worked. I’ve wanted to kiss you all night. You look so cute as an angel.”

Phi Phi pulls away from the hug and looks up at Sharon with a big smile. “You wanted to kiss me all night?” She was genuinely shocked by it. Sharon was the last person she thought would want to kiss her, but Phi Phi knew she really wanted to kiss her. At least both of their wishes came true.

Sharon laughs and rubs the back of her neck nervously. She had completely forgotten that Katya didn’t infact tell Phi Phi about her chase after her through the party just to fuck her. Having Sharon, someone who used to hate Phi Phis guts, saying she had been dying to kiss her all night was a shocker. “Yeah… I actually didn’t recognize you when I saw you come in tonight and my first thought was I wanted to take you home with me. Is that too weird? Considering our history?”

Phi Phi laughs at the new found knowledge and smirks ever so slightly. Sharon sure did have a thing for blondes. “It’s only weird because everything about you is weird. But why don’t you just take me home, hm?” Phi Phi reaches her arm up and flicks the plastic horns that sat on Sharons head. She grins up at the now bashful Sharon. Her ghostly cheeks start bubbling up with blood at just the thought of this angel coming home with her. To her it didn’t feel like a real offer.

“Do you want to? Like actually?” Eyes widening, her nerves flood out in her speech, Sharon pulls a new cigarette from her pack in hopes to calm down.

“Only if you want to Shar-Bear. But considering I just held you against a wall to kiss you, proves that I would love to.” She bounces in her place, still smiling at the blushing Sharon. The offer starts to really sound good to Sharon as the nicotine floods her bloodstream. She takes a deep breathe before speaking. “I’d love to as well. This really is a full circle moment. From enemy’s, to friends, to fucking…”

“Oh shut up! I’m going to go tell Katya, okay? So she knows where I am.”

Phi Phi walks off to go search for her friend to make sure she was still alive and that she would need a ride in the morning. Sharon watched as she walks off to find Katya and she can do is smile. She was happy, but she wasn’t sure why. The random kiss from what was forbidden lips had really made her feel her heart thump a little harder. The harder heartbeats hadn’t been felt since she was with Alaska. Smiling as she takes in a long drag from her cigarette, she leans her head back onto the wall. A cloud of smoke is flooded in front of her as she exhales.

As the blonde angel comes running back, Sharon has finished her cigarette. Toss the butt down to the ground she holds her hands in her pocket. “Katya says she get me tomorrow morning if that’s alright?” Phi Phi abruptly stops in front of Sharon, attempting to catch her breath. Her halo had fallen crooked and some strains of hair in her face. Sharon smiles and moves the stray hair a behind her ear. “That’s fine with me. So, let’s blow this popsicle stand?”