#//she literally will always enjoy hanging around a pool in a bikini

[heartfe1t]

mimi st. james my beloved

[hansolmates]

(secret) lovers | m

summary; the (not) best friends 2 lovers spin-off where jungkook and you are trying to hide your relationship from his old best friend  pairing; jungkook x reader (f) genre/warnings; established relationship, jiyu is now an old friend and mc went to high school w them, weeb!koo, jk n mc be kinda stanky bc they’re only going to this party for the free booze, soft dom!mc, switch!koo, whiny koo, mc calls jk a slut, cockwarming, gets really soft n’loving at the end, heavy use of the pet name [redacted] i really think this couple is meant to be diabolically dumb together w/c; 2.7k a/n; this couple is really out here living rent free in my mind. jk, mc and jiyu really just are that thruple that i love to hate and hate to love. hope u enjoy this lil spin off! 

[series masterlist]

“You made it!” 

Jiyu flings her hands out, knocking both your heads with hers in the middle in a surprisingly strong hug. It’s a complete episode of déjà vu, from the way her body smells like the peach lotion she used after gym class to the shade of coral lipgloss. From the corner of your eye, you can see the caramel brunette’s tiny face is inching closer towards your ride, her head tucking in the crook of his neck. 

“Jiyu,” you beam. You’re the first to speak, the first to dip their toe in the water. “You look great!” 

“Thank you!” she pulls away, popping her hip against the doorway. The silky material of her coverup gleams in the sunlight, the silvery material showing off the silhouette of her bikini-clad body. Despite the fact that you’re the one who compliments Jiyu, her gaze floats over to the person next to you, “what a coincidence you two came at the same time and—oh my, and where are my manners! Come in, come in!” 

She moves away from the door, revealing an ornate lobby and two twin stairwells. You can’t help but light up at the beautiful crystal chandelier, flecks of pink and blue flickering in your eyes.  Further down the hallway you spot open glass doors that lead to a large backyard that overlooks the lake. Some people are already sitting by the dock, lounging about with drinks and happy smiles on their faces. 

“Actually,” Oh, he speaks. You think with a small smile on your face, side eyeing the man of the minute, “I forgot the rest of my luggage. We’ll meet you inside.” 

“Okay!” Jiyu smiles, “I’ll make you guys some drinks.” 

As soon as the door shuts, Jeon Jungkook, your boyfriend for three years blurts out, “She still has a crush on me.” 

You snort, taking off the duffle bag that’s hiding behind your back. Continuing to stand awkwardly at the front door, you prepare yourself to console your boyfriend’s worries. “She still has heart-eyes for you, Koo,” you tease, pinching his side. 

His eyes are big and swimming with guilt, “We should tell her.” 

“Oh, baby. We can’t break her heart this weekend.” 

“But love, it’s her birthday.” 

“Exactly,” you chirp, bumping your head against his arm, “can’t break her heart on her birthday.” 

Jiyu is an old high school friend. Class president, straight As, and even vied for prom queen. The only thing she wasn’t able to obtain throughout her high school years was Jeon Jungkook, the object of her affections. They were best friends in elementary school, eventually turning into distant friends as their interests changed and they got older. Yet, Jiyu still tried to insert herself into Jungkook’s life. Back in high school it was surely cute, the way she’d pine from the back of the room and place anonymous love letters in his locker, but Jungkook wasn’t interested and avoided any of her advances. Fast forward ten years later and it seems like old flames never die out. 

The meetups with Jiyu have been scarce since college and only in large groups. As former class president, she decided to hold a little reunion for her old friends, taking advantage of her stellar job benefits. A weekend in the woods, perfectly balmy and far away from the city. 

“I don’t wanna lie,” Jungkook nearly whines, pink lips warbling at your inability to budge. 

“Mm,” you hum, tracing the fingers across the seam of his back pocket. His boardshorts hide nothing, and you curl your fingers around the swell of his plump bum, “be good for me and tell a little white lie, will you?” 

Jeon Jungkook, former President of the Anime Club, prom king candidate and your favorite nerd in the entire world. 

A teeny tiny lie won’t hurt anyone. After all, you haven’t seen your high school buddies in literal years, and they wouldn’t dare bother to make a fuss about your relationship. In fact, they don’t know of your relationship with Jungkook. The two of you reconnected randomly, some spontaneous holiday party Kim Seokjin is always inclined to throw. You barely made eye contact the first two hours into it, not really wanting to go back to the hellhole that was your late teenage years. Nevertheless, by the end of the night the two of you couldn’t help yourself. 

As you look around the room with utmost confidence, the two of you have made the finest glow up by far. At first you wanted to keep the white lie to save face, you don’t owe anyone an explanation as to how you and the President of the Anime Club hooked up. However, you’re starting to enjoy the ruse. 

Jungkook’s sitting on the other side of the backyard, looking absolutely delicious as he sips on whatever fruity cocktail he created. Judging from yours, you have a feeling his drink probably consists of 95% orange juice and 5% alcohol. 

Jiyu and him are sitting in the large netted hammock, swinging lightly. Gravity is doing its thing, and Jiyu is practically laying on top of Jungkook’s lap, her body pooling to where his meets in the middle. As soon as his thigh touches hers, his eyes flicker to you in panic. He’s shirtless, only with a pair of mid-cut shorts to protect him. The skin that touches him probably burns. 

You wink and wave him away, assuring him it’s fine. Pretending to flip your hair, you turn back to the conversation you’ve been ignoring for the past five minutes. “Man, Jungkook’s so sexy,” Im Nayeon cooes, looking longingly at Jungkook’s form. 

“Jiyu’s so lucky,” Rina eggs on, taking another shot from the tray (a tray for herself, you might add.) 

“Do you think Jiyu’s gonna get some birthday sex tonight?” 

Nayeon snorts, covering her flared nostrils with her hand. That hand eventually loops around your thigh, eagerly pushing you two together by pressing on the meat of your bare skin. “If she’s lucky! Besides, we all know Jungkook had that big crush on you junior year!” 

Her pretty bunny teeth tease you, and you can’t help but smile back in return. “What do you mean, he really liked me?” you ask innocently. 

“Oh yeah! Drew so many little pictures of you in the margins. Little anime versions of you in his favorite outfits.” Of course, you know about Jungkook’s old crush on you. He’s mentioned it in passing, paired with an adorable blush on his cheeks. Hearing it from Nayeon, the shameless grin on her lips and the ease of champagne on her breath is much more entertaining. “Rina, do you remember when Jungkook set up her desk with rose petals and chocolate in a little heart? And then in the morning the janitor sweeped it up? He was so sad!” 

“Yes! I really felt for him,” Rina pouted. 

“Oh, poor baby,” you didn’t know that bit of information. You put a hand over your heart, watching as Jungkook shares a drink with his old friend Kim Mingyu. He looks so different, yet all the same since you’ve been acquaintances in high school. He carries his own weight now, an air of confidence that he’s finally reached over time.  

“Definitely not a baby anymore,” Rina scoffs. She clicks her tongue back to where Jungkook is seated. 

The sun is doing wonders for him, highlighting every crevice of where his biceps curl and twist as he lifts his hand in another drink. Their side of the lawn is doing a toast. For what, you don’t know. You do know however, that Jiyu is trying very hard to cheer right over Jungkook’s thighs, spilling some liquid over his knees. You smirk when Jiyu sends him an apologetic grin, dabbing a napkin up and across his thighs, far away from the wet spot. 

Jungkook, the poor guy, discreetly shoves her off. He brushes his hands and gets up, letting Jiyu fall back in the hammock all by herself. Avoiding the teasing gazes of his friends, he looks into the lake, hiding his blush. 

Still a baby, you think. Your baby. 

“Jiyu was practically sitting in your lap, baby boy,” you card your hand through his dark locks, fresh and shiny from the shower. The feeling is soothing to Jungkook’s scalp until you tug, arching his neck towards your lips and twisting, “did you like that,” you mumble into his Adam’s apple, “my little slut?” 

“N-no! Never, ohgodnever—” Jungkook is sweating, fat beads rolling down his hairline and glistening across his face. His fingers are practically phasing through your skin, the crescents of his fingernails sinking into the swell of your bottom. 

You clench around his dick, your soft folds urging Jungkook closer to his release. But he knows better not to move, and instead shudders from the ministrations, breaking apart from you to dip his head into your chest. His nose pokes at the bouncy flesh, nuzzling into your breast like the softest pillow. 

“Sh-shit, love,” he cries into your skin, “you feel so warm n’soft.” 

“You need to be quiet, baby,” you murmur, playing with the curls that hang around the nape of his neck, “unless—you want someone to hear? My little slut wants everyone to hear that I’m fucking you?” 

“Mm, no,” you grin at his honest reaction, and you can feel his neck heating up at the thought. Your fingers make their way, finally ending towards the apples of his cheeks. You squish lightly, loving the way his tanned skin puffs under your fingers. “I’m—ah—not a slut. I just really love you, only you. Really wanted to hold you in my lap today and show you off,” he whimpers at the unconscious clench of your folds, “just uh—slut for you, love.” 

You giggle, tightening your thighs around your boyfriend’s tiny waist. Your other hands trail down to the ridges of his abdomen, where you two are connected. You absolutely love the way your thighs wrap around his lean waist. 

Jiyu split the floors by girls and boys, as if you’re still in high school. It took forever for everyone to fall asleep, but you managed to sneak away with your bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor. Call yourself needy, but you couldn’t imagine yourself falling asleep with at least one good night kiss. Jungkook was ten steps ahead of you. Your boyfriend was already naked when you arrived, pumping his cock across the bed and getting himself ready for you. His eyes instantly zeroed in on you in his shirt, the black material hanging off your shoulder and begging to be pulled away by his teeth. 

“If I crawled in your lap today,” you murmur into his shoulder, “our whole secret would’ve been thrown out the window.” 

“I wouldn’t have minded, even if Jiyu got hurt,” Jungkook admits, running his hands up and down your back, “I wanna marry you, y’know.” 

You freeze in your ministrations, suddenly feeling the room go cold. Not in an unpleasant way, but the room freezes, the blue-white light of the moon igniting the seriousness in Jungkook’s gaze. You force yourself to stay on his lap, let his cock settle between your folds. The juices of your coupling are dripping down each other’s legs, cooling at your thighs and onto the white blankets. 

“You wanna marry me?” you echo, running your thumbs across his shiny lips. 

Of course, you’re at that age. Everyone around you is getting married, heck many people your age are already in the middle of creating a family, going on vacations to Disney and picnics in the playground. And yes, you also have thought about marrying Jungkook, he’s the only man you can picture marrying. Yet, hearing it out loud and from him only further fuels your desire to make these thoughts a reality. 

He kisses your thumbs, lips smushing against the pads. “Of course I do, love. You’re it for me.” 

You relinquish, slowly pulling yourself off of him. He’s still hard as you untack yourself, his member slapping against his belly button as he watches you in confusion. You make a show of fluffing up the pillows, arching your back and wiggling your ass as you make yourself comfortable to lay on your back. 

“Show me, baby,” you spread your legs for him, gesturing for him to come closer with a curl of your finger, “show me how much you want to marry me.” 

Jungkook smirks, hands immediately pumping with a squelching sound resulting from yours and his combined arousal. You love it when Jungkook takes the lead, just as much as you do. It makes you feel like a pillow princess, especially when you feel lovey sex is on the way. “Will you be quiet? Just like you tried to make me quiet?” he rasps, wrapping a hand around your waist to arch you up. 

“Depends on how good you are.” 

The head of his dick rubs against your clit, slapping lightly at the shiny skin. You both moan when he finally gives you what you both need. As soon as the tip of his dick sinks down, you feel like you’ve both hit home. It doesn’t take long for him to find his pace, naturally throwing your leg over his shoulder for added leverage. 

“Oh—fuck, baby,” you tug at his hair, pulling him in for a wet kiss. You don’t care that you’re slobbering all over him, the bed creaking and squeaking against his minstraitions. “I—uh, you feel so deep—yes!” 

“When we’re married I’ll fuck you every day like this, love,” he whispers between your lips, thrusting in a particularly sensitive spot that has you arching your back and pulling your chest to his, “I—ugh, I love you so much.” 

“Love you. Love youlovelove—ah! Kook, I’m—” 

The two of you don’t spare any time, the sun will eventually rise and you’ll be back to playing strangers. Jungkook pounds you into the mattress, nails you with enough cum for you to last the next day without having to sneak into each other’s room like horny teenagers. The roughness is smoothed out by love and bliss, eager at the thought of going home and anticipating a permanent life together. 

Five minutes later, you’re starting to feel a little too sticky. “Ohmygod—I need to fucking pee,” you pull yourself away from Jungkook’s sweaty body, palming around for your t-shirt.

“Just pee on the bed,” Jungkook grins. 

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” you make a face, “nasty.” 

“You like that I’m nasty.” 

“Yeah yeah.” 

With one last kiss, you skip away from his bedroom and close the door behind you. Unfortunately, as soon as you take five steps in the direction of the bathroom, somebody emerges from the shadows. 

“Holy shit, Jiyu,” you put a hand on your heart, eyes widening at her peeking in from the hallway. “You scared me.” 

“I’m so sorry,” she frowns, squinting her eyes to make you out in the dark. It’s easier to see her in her white slip, a thin chiffon material that barely covers her thighs. 

You don’t question why she’s out in the hallway in really pretty lingerie, or why she’s on the boy’s side of the house. So much for being discreet. Then again, there must be an ulterior motive for her if she’s already here, five feet away from Jungkook’s room. You wouldn’t have been caught if she hadn’t been so sneaky. (Well, not so sneaky. You got to him first.) You smell like sweat, arousal, and Jungkook. The shirt you’re wearing feels far too short and the cum in your panties feels tacky and gooey. You feel like a teenager being caught smoking. 

“Why?” Jiyu’s voice suddenly sounds as dark as the early morning, no sign of the sun. 

“Why what?” you answer, furrowing your brows at the sudden change in demeanor. 

“Why?” she hisses, eyes wide with pain and confusion, “why Jungkook?” 

You frown, not liking her attitude. Did she think it was a contest to who would fuck Jungkook first? Did she think she was being slick, sneaking away into a bedroom she has no business being in, even if he was single? You could laugh. So despite your height you steel yourself, looking at Jiyu straight in the eye. 

“Because Jungkook’s mine, and I’m marrying him.” 

As you pad down the hallway as fast as you can, you send Jungkook a quick text. 

[5:44AM] love: pack it up. Plan b go fake a fever we gotta go lol

[bangtangalicious]

the glow up (5) | pjm, jjk

pairing: jimin x reader x jungkook

summary: after going off to college, you & your best friend committed to working out. a year later, the results show, and you cant wait for your hot hometown friends to see you. now all you wanna do is wild out and have lots of sex, and enjoy it without feeling insecure

genre: angst, smut, childhoodfriends!au weightloss!au (is that a thing) friends-to-lovers!au

word count: 3k

warnings: college boys fighting, jimin’s abs, everyone’s abs, misogyny, mentions of sexual harassment, light smut: threesome (mxmxf), tittie fuck, cock warming, a single spank, gaslighting, toxic behavior, slut shaming

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It was another scorching day. Your stomach turned at the prospect of the day ahead of you. Today was Hobi’s annual summer party. Every summer he would have a big party with literally everyone from your old high school.

Hobi’s party had a notorious reputation of being the scene where all the summer flings were established. You and Jimin would always go together and leave together, never getting too involved. It was boys like Taehyung and Jungkook who really got wild at this.

You hadn’t even thought about how different this party would be for you now, especially after Jimin’s. Normally you and him would catch up with old friends, drink a little bit, but mostly just enjoy the music and have fun together.

Not only would you not be able to hang out with Jimin, but you also would not be able to avoid the heart of party. Hook-up central. The pool.

You shuddered thinking about the last time you were in a pool, where Jungkook had just groped you so openly and you just let him. You liked it. 

You tried to convince yourself that Jungkook’s actions lately didn’t effect you, but for some reason the thought would leave you with a sour taste in your mouth. You and Jungkook had always been cordial, he was part of your friend group, but you two were never specifically that close. You were comfortable with him, but Taehyung was definitely more approachable even back then.

You had texted Taehyung about going to the party together, but he had already made plans to go with Jungkook, and that was the last person you wanted to see.

You really only had one option left.

Next thing you know, you’re back at Jimin’s doorstep, remembering with a wave of guilt how you left him to go fool around with Taehyung just around a week ago. You rang the doorbell.

“Who is it?” You heard from inside.

“It’s me”

Nothing.

“Jimin?”

The door cracked open slightly. Jimin was shirtless, his skin now significantly tanned from when you last saw him, and also his muscles surprisingly more defined. He had clearly been working out a lot since you last saw him.

“Oh hey” His eyes softened when the met yours but you could see the sadness in them. Your heart clenched. You pushed past the door and threw yourself into his arms, giving him the tightest hug you could conjure. “Are you okay?” His familiar scent overwhelmed you, and you wanted to just melt into him.

You nodded, cheek pressed against his shoulder, “God I missed you so much. Jimin stroked your back affectionately before pressing his lips to the top of your head. You looked up at him. “I am so sorry Jimin”

Jimin forced a slight smile, “It’s…fine. What’s going on, is everything okay?”

Not leaving his arms for a second you spilled. You told him everything that transpired. Every thought you had, Every regret. You told him about what really happened at his party, what happened after. You told him about jungkook, taehyung, everything. You could no longer bare to keep anything from your best friend.

You hadn’t noticed, but Jimin was now clenching your waist tightly, his eyes raging.

“Jungkook did what” After a few moments of silence to take in everything you said, Jimin was furious.

You took his hands into yours and sat him down on his bed. “Look it doesn’t matter.” Lies. “I just, I’m so sorry about all of this. I’m such an idiot—“

Jimin pulled away from you, shaking his head. “No way. You have no reason to be sorry. This is NOT your fault. I’m going to fucking kill Jungkook” He tilted his head in anger.

“Jimin, it’s okay just—“

“It’s OKAY?” Jimin yelled, “You’re OKAY with the fact that Jungkook just fucking stuck his fingers in you? And…that fucking Taehyung too…he didn’t do anything to stop him? What the fuck?”

“It’s really not like that Jimin” Jimin ignored you and cracked his knuckles.

“I didn’t” Your voice went small, “I didn’t try and stop him. It’s my fault” Jimin stared at you.

“You know, you could be a lot of things, but I would have never thought you were stupid.” He inhaled sharply before easing his voice back to an appropriate volume, “Are you okay? Like seriously.”

“I think so.”

“Shit y/n. SHIT” Jimin tossed a pillow across the room in frustration before buying his head in his lap.

“Jimin…” You ran your hand through his hair as he tried to calm down.

“I’m the one that should be sorry. God I was such as ass to you. After we had sex too, ugh I regret it so much. The things I said I mean…not the sex. You’re my best friend, it’s my job to protect you and be there for you, and make sure you don’t get hurt. I made our relationship complicated and I’m sorry.” Jim-in raised his face, giving up an intense look, “But so help me y/n, if Jeon Jungkook or Kim Taehyung have the audacity to show their face to me tonight, I will FUCKING end them”

Jimin decided it was best for you two to stick together like usual during the party. You decided to forgo the swimwear completely for the evening, opting instead for a a pair of denim shorts and a tube top. Jimin would have preferred you cover up more, but he didn’t say anything. You put a glittery body spray that added a nice shimmer to your skin in the sunlight.

Hobi’s house was gigantic. Even after all these years, it always excited you to come see all the new things they may have added. Flat screen TVs in the kitchen, a glow in the dark pool table, a whole dance floor, each year brough surprises. Hobi’s pool was on the roof of the house, infinity style. You could already hear the music blasting. It was comforting that there were already a lot of people there, so your entrance could go unnoticed. You saw Taehyung’s white convertible parked from the corner of your eye, letting you know he was already there. Jimin parked the car. You both sat for a while, simply listening the loud bass vibrate your surroundings. The music gave you a sense of confidence. You reached for Jimin’s hand but he pulled it away.

“Let’s just be normal tonight” He tried to smile. You wanted to roll your eyes. He was so hot and cold. You got out of the car. You could see people standing around smoking, old friends hugging and taking selfies. Red plastic cups everywhere. Shirtless guys, bikini-clad girls, familiar faces. It felt like an out of body experience. You followed Jimin, who chose to wear a loose white muscle tee that showed off his toned arms.

“Oh my GOD! Y/n!” You heard some familiar voices of girls from your high school. You smiled and waved, “GIRL YOU LOOK SO GOOD YESSS” You giggled. More girls crowded you, fawning you with compliments, but the attention was short living, as soon they noticed Jimin who was by your side.

Now this glow up made them drool.

“Park Jimin!” “Have you been working out?” “Holy shit, wanna come over later?” “Jiminieeee I missed you oh my gosh”

Good. Take him away sea of ladies. You thought to yourself. Jimin turned to look back at you in worry as he got dragged away. You winked and gave him a supportive thumbs up. Once Jimin was out of sight, you decided to look for Taehyung. 

Where to look first? The pool. You climbed the stairs until you finally got to Hobi’s rooftop, walking out into the intense sun. The pool was packed, music louder here than before. People seemed to be having a great time. There was volleyball, chicken, all sorts of games happening. People were jumping, splashing, it was truly a sight to behold. You saw Junkook right away, with a girl on his shoulders wrestling playfully with Hobi in the water. You stared at him, jaw clenching at how carefree he looked.

“Princess” You turned to see Taehyung, dressed still in partially unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt. In his hand was a cup of what you assumed was beer. “Good to see you” He places a firm kiss onto your lips, lingering a bit. You flinched at the sudden action.

“Taehyung what the fuck” You whispered, looking around to make sure no one had seen you. Taehyung chuckled, wrapping his hand around your waist. His eyes followed where you had been looking earlier.

“Wanna dance with me?” You had no response. Especially because while the two of you were strictly hooking up, Taehyung did seem to really like you, but you suddenly felt overwhelmed. So many people would see you two together. Someone would tell Jimin. And then Jimin would start a fight. Taehyung noticed your hesitation.

“I…I’ll be right back” You wiggled out of Taehyungs grasp and rapidly made your way through the crowd before he could stop you. You barely glanced back long enough to see a confused and slightly hurt look on Taehyung’s face.

It wasn’t long before you heard a whistle.

“Y/n! Babe! Get that sexy ass in the pool” Jungkook cat called. Hobi playfully splashed him, rolling his eyes. The girl on his shoulders just giggled. “Bet I could take you both, if you know what I mean” He winked. You glared at him.

“Excuse me” You felt yourself getting dizzy as Jimin’s voice came booming across the pool. You had no idea when he got up here. He had a few girls surrounding him, but his eyes were glued onto you and Jungkook, who was still in the pool a few feet away from you. He made his way over to you, pulling you back behind him, gritting his teeth. “Get out of the pool Jeon” He spat.

“Nah I’m good Jimin. But hey, I’d be down to share. You me and y/n. Sounds fun” You could hear Hobi mention to the girl that she should probably leave.

“I can’t believe I’ve let you live this long after what you did” Jimin growled, curling his hands into a fist.

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair and smirked, “The fuck did I do? She’s the one screwing Taehyung left right and center. Get mad at her. Bros before Hoes” You placed your hands on Jimin’s arm to keep him from jumping into the pool and pounding Jungkook’s face.

“Jungkook, that’s enough” Hobi said, trying to keep a playful demeanor, “Come on guys, let’s not kill the vibe. Take it inside”

“Any guy here could make a move on her and she’d sleep with them. Because she can. She’s a slut now.” Jungkook raised himself out of the pool, the water dripping down his intense muscles. His tattoos gleamed in the sunlight.

“Inside. Now.” Hobi’s voice became more stern. Jungkook put his hands up in defense. You followed Jimin’s lead and went down into the house, Jungkook trailing closely behind. The three of you reached Hobi’s bedroom.

“Tell me one good reason that I shouldn’t smash your face” Jimin sneered. Jungkook, to your dismay, could not stop smiling.

“I dare you to try”

“Guys!” You finally intervened. “Please, let’s just talk it out” You plopped down on Hobi’s bed. “I wanna get back to the party so just make it quick”

Jungkook suddenly pulled down his shorts. You quickly covered your eyes and Jimin yelled out “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Let’s just have sex.” He whined “It would be so good, think about it. It’s like revenge sex, hate sex, jealous sex all in one.”

You could hear him stroke himself slightly, and you opened your eyes to watch. Jungkook had a body of a God. Your heart raced, unsure if this was a dream.

“You’re insane. I am not having sex with you. And y/n is definitely not.” Jimin approached Jungkook with the intention of pushing him away, but Jungkook was stronger, and simply held Jimin in place, kissing him on the lips. Your eyes widened at the scene. Never would you have thought you would see two of the hottest guys you knew kissing right in front of your eyes.

Jimin pushed Jungkook back, “Dude what the fuck?”

Jungkook licked his lips, “Come on Jimin, don’t be a prude, live a little. It’s an experience”

“My problem isn’t fucking you, it’s you fucking Y/N”

Jungkook turned to you. “Do you want to do this? Do you wanna try it out?”

You bit your lip. You did fantasize about having one someday, just not necessarily with these people. However, Jungkook looked stunning and Jimin made your heart race. It could be amazing.

“I guess I’d be down to experiment…but I don’t know if I’ll like it” You commented, hugging your knees to your chest. Jungkook knelt down and kissed the tops of your knees.

“Oh baby girl, there’s no stopping me once I get my hands on you”

You didn’t have time to process what he said before he was pulling down your shorts and pulling off your top. Your naked breasts bounced in front of his eyes.

“Oh fuck yes” He muttered. He motioned for Jimin to join him on the ground. Next thing you knew, both boys were on their knees before you, each one with their mouth latched to one of your breasts. It was the most erotic sensation you had ever felt. It was overwhelming, and you couldn’t help the loud moans that slid past your lips.

“Oh my…holy…shit that feels” Your sentences were unable to form, it was as if the electric pulses of the way their tongues circled and lapped at your sensitive nipples shut down the rest of your brain. Waves of heat seared through your veins and your hips bucked up unconsciously. Jungkook, who was already naked, helped you lay back on the bed.

“Now, Jimin. Since you two actually like each other or whatever, I’ll let you pick.” He motioned towards your body that was squirming around and begging for their attention. “Pussy or tits”

Jimin frowned at Jungkook’s coarse language, but scanned your body nevertheless, considering his options.

“You are not getting inside her.” He mumbled. Jungkook shrugged.

“Either works” He climbed over your face so that his knees were on either side of you. His large hands pushed your breasts together as he let his long, thick cock slap against your glittering skin. The view wasn’t ideal, but once you felt Jimin’s soft fingers caressing your thighs, you relaxed immediately.

“Condom?” Jungkook asked. Jimin smirked slightly and shook his head. “Oh wow, Park Jimin’s gonna take his bitch raw. Impressive”

“I’m protected you idiot” You mumbled, shutting your eyes so you could focus on the feeling of Jungkook slowly sliding his cock in between your heaving breasts. The invasion accelerated your heartrate. The way his tip just rubbed against the valley of your chest almost feverishly as he picked up his face. You were so turned on you couldn’t believe it.

Jungkook let out soft grunts as he thrusted into you. Meanwhile you could hear Jimin undress and start stroking himself, the sound of skin on skin driving you wild. Your thighs trembled in anticipation.

Finally Jimin was hard and ready for you. He watched carefully as Jungkook fucked your tits mercilessly, his hands clenching your breasts so harshly you were afraid they might bruise. You felt Jimin tease your exposed folds with the tip of his cock. You let out a whimper when he backed up a little to continue stroking himself.

“Jimin” You whined helplessly, “Jimin please. I wanna feel you please”

“I…” Jimin still wasn’t sure that he wanted to do this. Seeing you, with Jungkook almost sitting on your face and using you like a sex doll, it made him feel queasy.

“Jimin baby please I need you” Your voice almost sounded to him like a cry for help. His eyes narrowed at Jungkook who was too fucked out to notice.

Suddenly you felt something wet sprawl all over your stomach. Jungkook came. Everywhere.

“Fuck that was so good” He groaned, releasing his hold on your aching breasts only long enough to slap them harshly before squeezing them again one last time. He carefully got off of you and stood up. You opened your eyes to see Jimin still standing where he was, only this time with his cock out in his hand. Jungkook began to dress himself.

“You missed out Jimin. Oh well” He winked, and as if nothing happened, he was gone.

You and Jimin were silent.

“I…” Jimin stuttered, slightly embarrassed that he froze up and didn’t join in, “I just…couldn’t. The way he was just, using you, I felt…dirty”

You sighed. “Come here” He obeyed, cuddling up behind you. He wasn’t as hard as he could be, so you figured you might as well assist him with that.

You reached down and began stroking his cock. He nestled his face into your neck.

“I’m so sorry y/n” He whispered before letting out a pleasurable whine “I’m so sorry”

He kept apologizing as you jacked him off, eventually spitting in your hands to increase speed at which you pumped him up and down along his length. Something about his pitiful whining was turning you on a lot. You wrapped your whole hand around his cock and guided it in between your ass. Jimin moaned loudly.

“Oh my godddd” He exhaled as you wiggled your ass back and he entered you from behind. “Can we just stay like this for a bit baby? Can you keep my cock warm while I cuddle you hm?”

You nodded, and he softly kissed your neck.

“You’re mine. I’m never sharing you again”

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A/N: i know the smut was very much not satisfying in this, i promise the next part is nice n dirty. hehe. 

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[bbyboybrock--archived]

The Assistant (Colby Brock Imagine)

Summary: *REQUEST* I saw your request are open what about dating colby and the trap house gets an assistant like how David dobrik has Natalie and reader gets jealous cause the assistant is openly flirting with Colby regardless of him having a girlfriend

Written: 2020

Word Count: 1,716

Warnings: Swearing, angst?, possible cheating?

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“I know I’m the first to preach about women supporting women and all that. But I swear to God, if this bitch makes one more pass at Colby in front of me it’s on sight. Look at her, you can’t tell me that she isn’t dressed like that just to get his attention.” I say to Kat and Tara. I invited them over to relax and try to get them to see what I have to deal with daily.

The boys have a new live-in assistant; which is fine. Having an assistant is kind of like the newest trend right now. Like everyone on YouTube suddenly getting an editor. Which is fine; I pay Reggie everyone in a while to help me edit my videos. Don’t get me wrong, having an assistant in our lives was great when we lived in the apartment. Zoe would come over to our place a couple of times a week. She would openly flirt with Colby, but at the end of the day, she crawled back to wherever her broom brought her from. But when the guys decided to move into the trap house 2.0 they decided to let her take the spare room. And then quarantine happened so we were all stuck in the house together.

The flirting was always subtle, so I didn’t pick on it at first. Maybe it was because I was rarely there when all of the guys were together, so I wouldn’t notice that Colby was getting more attention than Sam, Jake, or Corey. She would occasionally, “forget” something at our apartment. Sometimes she would call at random hours “asking for help.” I didn’t realize that she was an actual threat until I came home from a meeting one day and caught her trying to sink her claws into Colby. And my sweet, innocent, stupid boyfriend thinks she’s just friendly. Secretly, I think he just likes the attention.

Since moving into the house, she’s gotten bolder. First, she started working in whatever room Colby was in. Then, she started wearing fewer clothes. Not to slut-shame anyone, people can wear whatever they want, but when your style changes ever so subtly and without notice it’s bound to get the attention of your roommates. It was like she went from Hannah Montana to Kim Kardashian in a day. To make matters worse, she started copying my styles. I dye my hair one color, she dyes it the same color a week later. Her clothes started to reflect mine. It was almost like she had the mindset that if Colby was going to ignore her, she had to make herself someone he wouldn’t ignore, me.

All of the guys think I’m overreacting, Sam and Jake know better. Kat and Tara would make their lives hell if the situation was different. I’ve told her to stop countless times, and I tried to get Colby to talk to her, but either he hasn't or she’s ignoring him. Colby doesn’t like drama and tried to avoid it as much as possible. I mean, I do too, but I’m not beyond being petty. Some of the fans have started to take notice and I’ve been liking tweets or any post that mentions of Zoe trying to seduce Colby.

“Y/N, I get where you’re coming from, but maybe it’s nothing. I mean, Colby hasn’t done anything and Zoe technically hasn’t tried anything so I think you’re fine. Maybe quarantine is getting to you.” Kat says trying to reassure me.

“Yeah, maybe we should do like a social distancing girls’ road trip with Xeph, Devyn, and Cass,” Tara suggests.

“That sounds like a great idea, but no offense, I’m not going to let little that little minx get to opportunity to ruin my relationship while I’m gone.” I glare at Zoe hanging around Colby in her too-small bikini that definitely doesn’t cover everything. She’s practically sitting on his lap when there is a perfectly good seat near Corey.

“Even if she is hitting on Colby, shouldn’t you trust Colby to do the right thing? Like, trust him enough to not give in to her advances.” Kat asks. I finally take my eyes off the guys and turn to Kat and Tara.

“I trust him, and I’m confident enough to know that Colby loves me more than anything and wouldn’t do that to me. But that doesn’t mean I can’t get upset when girls are quite literally, throwing themselves at him. I mean, you two know more than anything, you have to have thick skin and confidence to date a social media influencer, especially our boys.” I don’t want to mention to Tara and Kat that Colby has been known to take the coward’s way out of a relationship by cheating on a girl so she would break up with him. Not that I’m sure he’s going to do that, we’ve been dating long enough, but you can never be too sure.

“She has a point, I know Jake wouldn’t cheat on me. But if I had to live here and had to endure watching some bitch trying to steal my man every day, it would be on sight. I don’t care that I’m short, I’ll fuck her up.” Tara says before lying back down and tanning.

“Thank you!” I decided to take a small break and tan regularly with Tara to avoid awkward tan lines from the way that I’m turning to check on Zoe and make sure she doesn’t try anything.

“Theoretically speaking, not that I’m manifesting it or anything, but let’s say Colby did give into Zoe’s advances. What would you do?” Kat asks after a few moments of silence.

“That depends…” I think for a few minutes of what I would do if Colby did cheat on me.

“What do you mean it depends? You should break up with him if he does cheat.” Tara interjects.

“No, I get that. If Colby ever did cheat on me, I would move out of our room and stay in the guest room until I got my own place or if someone would let me crash at their place for a bit. Would I be petty about it on the internet? Probably not, but that depends on how badly he fucked up. But, and this is a big but, but if Zoe like forced herself on him and like basically either somehow forced him to sleep with her or kiss him, and I knew that for a fact, I would beat her ass. And I’m not a violent person, you two know that, but if I have to fight a bitch I will; Zoe or any girl who tries to make pass at Colby.”

“Y/N, if you have to a fight a bitch could you call me so I could watch? Or at least film it for me? I really want to see someone throw hands.” Tara asks, sitting up and sharing a big grin.

“Tara, you might not have to wait too long for that. Y/N, look,” Kat points at the little bar area where the guys said they were having a meeting and making TikToks. I turn around in time to see Zoe showing Colby a bottle of sunscreen. She’s either asking him to help her get sunscreen on her back or asking if she can put sunscreen on him. Either way, she’s hoping that someone’s hands are going to be on someone else.

“Oh fuck no,” I stand up and practically run to stop any of this from happening. I hear Kat and Tara run up behind me.

“Oh shit…” Corey mutters under his breath when he sees the three of us coming. Sam, Jake, and Corey step back so they’re not on the battlefield.

“Speaking of the girls— We were just talking about you three. Zoe here was asking if I could help her get sunscreen on her back. I was telling her that maybe one of you could help her.” Colby says when he sees me. He looks uncomfortable but relieved now that I’m here.

“We can help with that. Sam, Jake, you two better come with us too, you’re looking a bit pale. Corey, I’m sure Zoe could help you out, right Zoe?” Tara says, standing next to me.

“Y/N, you got Colby, right?” Kat adds, trying to make our dislike of Zoe noticeable.

“Oh, yeah, definitely, I can take care of my boyfriend.” I smile at Zoe as she glares at all three of us but walks over to Kat and Tara. They lead her near the house and Jake, Sam, and Corey follow in tow. Colby and I are the only two left.

“Oh thank God, you save my ass back there,” Colby says as he engulfs me in a hug.

“Uh-huh, I’m just glad you didn’t do something stupid, like put your hands all over some other girl.”

“I’m not that dumb, I love sleeping in our bed next to you. One fuck up like that and I’m stuck on the couch indefinitely.” Colby places his hands on either side of my cheeks and kisses my forehead. I know he’s joking, but I’m glad that he’s starting to realize that Zoe is creepy.

We hear a scream from behind us. We both whip our heads around in sync. Kat and Tara pushed Zoe into the pull while Corey, Jake, and Sam try hard to suppress their laughter. I flat out laugh and run out to join Kat and Tara in their merriment. We’re having so much fun watching Zoe paddle to the other side of the pool and climb out. She definitely wasn’t planning on getting in the water, at least, not all the way in. Her makeup is running down her face. We’re enjoying this so much that we don’t notice each of our boyfriends sneak up behind us. They grab each of us and throw us in the pool. All four of the boys jump in after and we’re soon having a pool party while Zoe dries off in the corner. I look up at Colby, who is trying to take down Corey with Jake. He stops long enough to sign me ‘I love you.’ I sign him back that I love him too.

[karimjohnson]

Watermelon Sugar: I Just Wanna Taste It... (Part 1)

Soooo... After such a long wait, I finally got a new laptop! I’ve had this saved and wanted to share it so bad but I needed to edit it before posting. I have had a lot going on here recently too. I got kicked out the apartment I was living at by my two roommates and then my mom had to go to the hospital. My life has been a mess these past few weeks. I’m slowly getting back on my feet though so that good. So here is part one of Watermelon Sugar. I didn’t realize how long this was until I got to the editing part of it. So I decided to make it two parts for you so you don’t get lost in the story. Part two will be coming soon I promise. I’m actually working on it as we speak. So hopefully it doesn’t take as long as it did for me to put part one out for you all. I love you and thank you for being patient with me. I hope you like this. Remember you can always message me for other content you would like to see, I would be happy to write you something. You can send me ideas, personal preferences or imagines. I will do whatever I can to please you all. I love you thank you for reading and enjoy! -Much Love, K

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Summary: Harry throws a cookout at his Malibu beach house. His bandmates are there and some of your closets mutual friends. There is all kinds of food, including fruits. You hang out with one friend and she teases you about Harry the whole time. But when you all sit down to eat, you can’t help that Harry is watching you intently. Then he has a bright idea to start a food fight... but will you start to see Harry in a different light?

Pairing: Harry x Reader

Rated: PG 13 (Part 1; Drinking, fluff, sexual tension)

For Part 2

It was such a hot day here in California. It’s the perfect day for swimming or going to the beach. It’s the perfect day for sunbathing or even staying in to keep cool while watching movies. I was currently trying to figure out my plans for the day when I got a text from my best friend Harry. Yes, Harry Styles. I know what you are thinking… there is nothing going on between us. We are just close friends. Sure, he’s a stunning guy and quite the charmer but he would never like me in that way. He wouldn’t want to ruin what we have.

I opened the text to read what it said, “I’m throwing a cook-out at my Malibu beach house today around 4 p.m. Make sure to bring a swimsuit and some spare clothes if you want to change after swimming. Don’t forget a towel, sunscreen or tanning lotion and any alcohol you want. See you soon! Be safe! –H.” I smiled at the text and shook my head. He is the goofiest man I have ever met but I love him. Well, at least I have plans now. I hopped off my bed and walked to the closet to pick some nice to wear and a bikini to match.

I decided on a pastel purple bikini and an off-white cover-up dress. I smiled at the outfit in delight and started to change into it. I looked in the mirror and smiled at how I looked. Usually, I didn’t always like what I saw but today I was feeling more confident about myself. I pulled my hair up into a tight ponytail on the top of my head. I wasn’t going to do my makeup with this heat today. It would literally melt off my face. I packed a beach bag with a towel, sunscreen, tanning lotion and a change of clothes. I put my wallet and a spare phone charger in there and grabbed my keys to lock up. That’s when I got a text from Harry. It read ‘Come around back when you get here. The gate is open for everyone. –H.’ I smiled and texted back saying that I was heading out.

On my way to Harry’s house, I stopped by the store to grab a six pack of wine-coolers for myself just in case they were drinking stuff that I didn’t like. When I got to Harry’s house, there were already a lot of people there. I noticed some of his bandmates’ cars and a few of our mutual friends’ cars as well. It was just a small get together I suppose. I put the car in park and grabbed my bag climbing out. I opened the door to the back and grabbed my alcohol. I locked my car and headed for the gate that led to the backyard like Harry said.

I was greeted by a few people and I talked with them for a few seconds. I told them that I would catch up with them in a bit and started looking for Harry. That’s when I started to scan the yard and finally my eyes fell upon him. He was standing next to the grill with Mitch and Niall, who I was extremely surprised to see. That’s when Harry noticed me standing from across the way. He smiled bright and big while waving me over to him. I giggled to myself and walked over to join the three of them.

“Hey love! I’m so glad you could make it,” Harry spoke as he pulled me into a tight hug. I smiled and hugged him back. “Well, you’re lucky I didn’t have any plans today. I am really happy that you invited me to come here though. Otherwise, I would’ve just stayed inside all day,” I said with a playful smile. He chuckled as we pulled away. “Well, you are always invited over here,” he nudged me and looked down at me. I rolled my eyes playfully as Harry elevator eyed me. That’s when Harry reached for my wine-coolers, “I will put these in my cooler for you,” he said with a warm smile and I nodded giving them to him. I thanked him as I looked over at Mitch and Niall.

Niall had a playful smile across his lips as he set his beer down and opened his arms for me to run into them. I giggled and ran over to him wrapping my arms around his neck. “Hey there lovely,” he chuckled as he wrapped his arms around my waist. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages,” I whispered to him as we held each other tight. “I know but I’m very happy to be here with you all again,” Niall said as we pulled apart. I smiled at him and he kissed my cheek. “Did I miss something,” Harry said as he cleared his throat causing us to look at him like we were in trouble. “I just really missed Niall and was surprised he was here is all,” I said looking up to meet his green eyes. “I see that,” Harry said as a smirk began to tug at his lips.

What was with him? He couldn’t be jealous of Niall… could he? I know he invited us both here to enjoy this hot summer day, but I haven’t seen Niall since the One Direction days. I was on their last tour with them and that’s when they all went their separate ways. He should know that. Plus, Niall and I were best friends. Sure, we texted here and there but it was just to check-up on each other. I shrugged it off and Mitch raised a brow at the situation. “Always a pleasure to see you Y/N,” Mitch nudged me gently and I giggled as I gave him a side hug. “How have you been,” I asked looking at him. He shrugged, “Just writing music with this one.” He pointed towards Harry who blushed a bit and turned his attention to the grill.

“That’s great to hear. I’m sure it’s going to be great when it’s released,” I smiled and started to glance around the yard. As much as I love the boys, I need a break from all the testosterone. That’s when I spotted my friend Julie. She met my glance and waved me over to her. I smiled and turned back to the guys who were now talking about music. “I’m going to catch up with Julie,” I said softly and Harry looked to me. He looked to Julie and then back at me with a small smile. “Okay love, I will let everyone know when the burgers and hot dogs are done. Go enjoy yourself,” he nodded to me and I smiled. I walked over to Julie who was sat next to the pool on one of the chairs.

She stood as I got close enough to her and we wrapped our arms around each other. “I’m so glad you came,” she said as we pulled apart and sat down with one another. “Yeah, me too,” I smiled as we started to banter with some other girls that were sitting around us. “Want a drink,” Julie asked looking to me and I nodded. Then I remembered that Harry put my drinks in his cooler. “Let me go grab mine. Harry put my drinks in his cooler,” I said as I started walking towards Harry again. He was still at the grill making conversation with everyone that came. I tapped him on the shoulder, “Hey Harry?” I felt kind of rude for interrupting his conversation, but I really am thirsty. “Hey love,” he turned and smiled down at me.

I smiled and felt myself grow a little nervous. “Where did you put my drinks,” I asked looking down feeling a bit nervous. “Here I will show you,” he smiled and turned to Niall. “Do you mind watching the food,” Harry asked and Niall nodded. I followed Harry to a table that he had set up with finger foods. There was tons of fruits and vegetables for everyone to choose from. There were different kinds of chips and appetizers too. I smiled as I looked at all of it. I see Harry bend down and reach underneath the table to grab a drink from his cooler for me. While he did, I glanced over some of the fruit and picked off a couple of the green grapes and started to eat them. That’s when I turned back to Harry who was grinning at me while I munched on the grapes.

“What are you looking at curly,” I asked with a smile playing across my lips. He chuckled, “Nothing.” I raised a brow at him as he cracked open my drink for me. He handed it to me with a smile, “Here you go, love. Now you know where the cooler is if you need another.” I smiled and took the drink from his grip. Our hands grazed against one another and we looked up at each other. “T-thank you,” I stuttered nervously, and I felt like an idiot. “You’re welcome love, I will be at the grill if you need me,” he winked and turned to walk that way. I felt myself blush and I stood there for a second to try and get a grip on myself. I finally started walking back to where Julie was.

         “You okay,” she giggled looking at me as I took my seat. “Yeah… I think so, I just forgot Harry offered to put my drinks in his cooler and he was just showing me where his cooler was. We were making some small talk is all,” I smiled looking to her. She shook her head in disbelief and sat back. “So how has things with you and Harry going,” she asked looking at me with a playful smile. I looked at her confused and raised my brow at her, “What do you mean?” She laughed and shrugged, “I just want to know when the wedding is.” We both started laughing now. Julie always liked to say Harry and I were going to end up together. I don’t know if that will ever happen, but she likes to crack jokes here and there about us. I don’t mind it and Harry never seemed to mind the jokes either.

         As we laughed and talked by the pool, I would glance over to see Harry having a good time with the guys. I would look away before he caught me staring too long. “Do you want to get in the water,” Julie asked as I looked to her. “Sure, I wouldn’t mind cooling off a bit,” I smiled and we both stood from our seats. Julie took off her cover-up and tossed it across her chair. I was always nervous that people would stare at me when I did that kind of thing. I just shrugged off the thought and started to pull mine off my body. I could feel someone looking at me or watching me as I did it and I laid my cover-up on my chair. I turned to Julie who was raising an eyebrow at me. “What,” I asked looking down at my bikini I picked out. “Is there something wrong with my bikini? Did I have a nip slip or something,” I asked nervously. She shook her head and glanced over to the grill nonchalantly. “No, you look amazing and there were no nip slips, but you certainly captured all the men’s attention over there,” she smirked and nudged me.

         I glanced over there to see Harry licking his lips while trying not to stare at me. Niall was smirking and looking away politely. Mitch was laughing at Harry and Niall’s reactions. I felt a blush creep upon my cheeks and looked down. “My bad,” I said with a small giggle. Julie joined in and we grabbed our drinks before getting into the pool. When I first stepped into the water, it was freezing but as we got to moving around it started to feel better. We leaned against one side and made some small talk while drinking. “So how is your life going Julie,” I asked looking at her. She smiled and sat her drink down next to the pool. “It’s nothing special really. Just been working at the hospital here and there. Whenever I get the day off, I like to do things like this,” she smiled as she swam around the area we were standing in the pool. I nodded and took another sip of my drink. I sat my drink next to hers and joined her to swim around the pool. We laughed and splashed each other here and there playfully.

         That’s when we heard someone call out to everyone. “Hey everyone food is ready,” Niall called out as he and Harry sat a platter of burgers and hot dogs on the table with the rest of the food. Julie and I climbed out of the pool to dry off. We let everyone else get their plates while we grabbed our drinks and sat them on a table that was shaded so we could eat there. “Look at all that fruit,” Julie groaned as we walked up to the table. I laughed and looked at her then back at all the fruit. I did look really good. “How about I make burgers for us and you just get a lot of fruit on a plate for us to share,” I suggested to her and she smiled big. “You don’t have to tell me twice,” she laughed as she started loading up a plate and it caused me to laugh too. Once we had our plates, we made our way back to the shaded table to start enjoying our food. That’s when Harry, Niall and Mitch came over with their food and joined us. “Mind if we sit with you,” Mitch asked. “Not at all have a seat,” Julie smiled. I smiled too as I took a bite of my burger. Harry sat across from me, Niall sat to the left of Julie and Mitch sat on my right side.

         The guys made small talk with us and we laughed here and there. Once I was done with my burger, I started to eat some of the fruit Julie had picked out. There were cherries, kiwis, grapes, strawberries, orange slices, pineapple slices and watermelon slices. I smiled at her picks and started to eat some pineapple slices first. The guys joked to us at our shared plate of fruit and we just laughed. “First of all, I was very overwhelmed with all of the fruit choices. Secondly, it’s very refreshing to have lots of fruits thank you very much,” Julie pointed out to them. I nodded in agreement. I started eating some strawberries too and I looked up to see Harry watching me intensely. I felt myself grow nervous as I bit down into the strawberry. He ran a hand through his hair to create a distraction from watching me and I continued to eat quietly. That’s when Julie and I both grabbed our big slices of watermelon. We cheered to all the fruit we were eating. I laughed and we started to eat them. I closed my eyes as I took a bite and we both groaned in delight at the taste.

         When I opened my eyes, I saw a very, very intense looking Harry watching me with a wicked smirk. He leaned back in his seat and sighed, “Well, does anyone want another drink? I’m thinking I need another beer.” He looked to the guys and they nodded in agreement. “We will be back ladies,” Harry spoke and took some of the empty plates off the table for us. We nodded and tried to hold back our giggles. “I think we turned them on a bit,” Julie said making sure they were out of ear shot. I laughed and shook my head, “You think?” She joined me and we continued to finish off the watermelon. “Well that was extremely good,” she sighed as we leaned back in our seats. “Yes, it was,” I laughed and looked over the guys who were talking by the food table.

         That’s when I noticed the looks on their faces. Especially, Harry and Niall’s faces. They were up to something. “Is it me or does it look like they are up to no good,” I asked watching them as carefully as possible. “What are they up to,” Julie asked looking at them intently. That’s when I notice Niall and Harry grab a handful of something off the table before they made their way towards us. Once they were about halfway to us, they stopped. “Food fight,” Niall yelled and they both started throwing fruit and other foods. “Oh hell,” Julie stood up and we both grabbed handfuls of the rest of our fruit on our plate. We started throwing it at them as they chased us back to the table to grab more food. Everyone joined in and it just became a huge mess.

         I had grabbed a handful of chips and handful of grapes. Harry was hot on my tail as I made my way around the pool. He threw some strawberries at me and kiwis. He started laughing and I felt all the fruit hitting me and bouncing off onto the ground. I squealed and laughed as I came to a stop. “Out of food Styles,” I asked trying to catch my breath. I could see Julie creeping up our way to help me attack Harry. “I may be out of food, but I can still beat you at this game,” he chuckled trying to catch his own breath. I nodded and started throwing the grapes at him. He tried to dodge them as we laughed together. I slowly walked up towards him. “You know I always win right,” I tease while looking up into his handsome green eyes. He smirked down at me and started to hover above me.

         “Is that so,” he asked as I bit my lip and nodding my head. “Prove it,” he said trying to get me to do something. I smiled and took the chips that were in my hand, holding them above his head as best as I could. I crushed them in my hand letting them spill down into his hair and face. He started laughing. “Is that all you got, princess,” he asked as he raised a brow at me. I shook my head no, “Julie now!” I backed away as fast as I could when Julie came out of hiding with mustard and ketchup in each hand. She started squirting Harry with the condiments and he was stunned at first trying to cover his face. We all started laughing when we thought Harry had enough. “Very sneaky and impressive,” Harry laughed looking at me and Julie as he pushed his hair back. “That was a really great ambush,” Niall said in a fit of laughter as he walked up to us.

         I smiled feeling accomplished, until Harry started walking towards me. “Now give me a big hug Y/N,” Harry spoke opening his arms up for me to hug him. “No way, you are a mess,” I said slowly backing away from him. “Come on, just a little truce so we can call it fair game,” he grinned as he got closer to me. I felt myself at the edge of the pool. “Harry, I swear to god,” I giggled trying to balance myself. “You’ll what,” he raised a brow at me and started to wrap his arms around me. I squealed and started trying to fight off his embrace, but it was no use. He laughed and lifted me off the ground. “Harry! Put me down,” I squeal as he held me tight in his grip. “Hmm, I don’t think so,” he laughed and just like that he jumped into the pool with me in his arms.

         I felt us both go under the water and I was trying my best to get back to the surface for air. We both swam up and I gasped for air. Julie, Niall and Mitch were all laughing at the sight of us. “That was so not fair Styles,” I splash Harry and he laughed splashing me back. “Oh, stop it. You love me and you know it,” he said as he swam up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I laugh and look back at him towering over me. For the first time, I felt something different with him and being in his embrace. All the teasing isn’t just because I liked him, but it was just simply who we are when we are around each other. But today has felt different. I have been nervous around him for the first time in years. He got jealous when Niall and I first saw each other. The way he has been watching me and looking at me just feels different. Right now, the way the sun was setting and the glow was hitting his perfectly tanned skinned made me crave him even more.

         “Are you going to get out and tell everyone bye, lover boy,” Mitch called out to Harry. He pulled out of the trance we were in and cleared his throat. “Yeah, of course,” he smiled to Mitch and then back down at me before pulling away from me to get out. I blushed and followed his lead. I climbed out and wrapped my towel around my body. Julie walked over to me and nudge me playfully. “Quite a scene you made with Harry in the pool,” she smiled at me and I shook my head. “It was nothing,” I shrug. “Sure, it wasn’t a scene at all. My mistake,” she laughed. “I’m not judging but if it ends up happening you have to tell me first,” she giggled. “I will be sure to tell you first,” I laughed as she pulled me into a hug. “I’m glad I got to spend the day with you. I hope we can do this again soon,” she said as we held each other tight. “Me too, be safe getting home. Text me when you make it,” I say as I pull back from her and smile. “I will, you do the same for me okay,” she smiled to me and I nodded.

         I watched her walk to where Harry was telling everyone goodbye and watch them hug. I smiled and started looking around the backyard. There was food all over the place. I laughed to myself and shook my head. I started getting my things together when I heard someone approaching me. I turned to see Niall walking up. “I’m heading out love, but I may be back over here tomorrow to work on some music with Harry and Mitch. I told Harry that you should come back tomorrow to hear what all of us have been working on,” he smiled looking back at Harry who was now grabbing a trash can to start cleaning up. “Yeah, I would love to come by to hear it. I miss those days when we used to do that. I will say something to Harry before I leave about it,” I smile at Niall who seemed very pleased with my answer.

         “Great! I can’t wait for you to hear it. Come here,” he said opening his arms for me to hug him. I smiled and wrapped my arms around him. “Get home safe,” I say as we pull away. “You too, see you tomorrow,” he winked and headed for the gate. I grabbed my bag as I recognized I was the last one to leave. I started walking towards Harry who was started to pick up the mess he started. “Need any help cleaning up before I head out,” I asked causing him to look up at me while he threw a bunch of food away. “You don’t have to do that love,” he smiled to me and wiped his hands on his clothes. “I don’t mind, it’s quite a big mess. Plus, we were all apart of it,” I say as I lay my bag down on the table. “Well, thank you princess,” he smiled to me as we started cleaning together.

[babyleclerc]

Tequila Sunrise

Pairings: Chris Evans x Fem Reader

Style: One-Shot

Request?: No, but 100% inspired by that stupid Shawn Mendes/Camila Cabello song I will never get out of my head

Warnings: Language. Smut. Unprotected sex (woops, wrap it before you tap it, kids). NSFW. Slight dom!Chris.

Word count: 4.5K 

Summary: You’ve known Chris since you were twelve. He’s always been a constant for you, never a romantic interest. But will the summer heatwave, humidity and pool time get to your head and change the way you feel about each other? Includes Anthony Mackie!

A/N: Holy shit, you guys. I’ve been working on this one all week. I won’t lie, I’m attached to this one and really hope you guys like it. :3 I’m considering doing a series tied to this -- more of what happens with Reader/Chris & potentially with Ava (bc I love her personality and modeled her off Blake Lively, if you couldn’t tell). If you liked this/would be interested in reading more in this world please comment and let me know!! Your support helps me write :))

This story truly feels like my baby so please do leave it some love/review if you liked it. Sorry if the smut sucked I hate writing it but felt like it was essential to the story jfdlakflds;akf;dsaf. Don’t hate me. ALSO, huge thank you to my #1 @deartomhardy. She helped me through this in so many ways. Hyped me up when parts of this fic made me sweaty, yelled at me when I whined about the smut. Supported me literally through it all. I love u my baby angel. <3 (Gif not mine!)

You say we’re just friends,

But friends don’t know the way you taste.

‘Cause you know it’s been a long time coming,

Don’t you let me fall.

It was hotter than all hell, and you were starting to get sick of the dry heat that was coursing it’s way through the city the past few days. Your hometown used to be so enjoyable; better weather, less traffic, less people, less lines, less noise. Now, everything was popular - and not in a cute way. The donut shop down the street you had been going to since you were five was now considered a collectible. You saw tourists at the airport with the stupid blue boxes everywhere. The quaint coffee shop that was next to a questionable Chinese restaurant had now multiplied where you could find one on almost every street corner. Even down to the people - one in particular - who used to just be a regular Joe Schmoe was now a celebrity in his (also your) hometown. Wild.

“Find any hotties out there?” You turned your head to the edge of the pool to peer through your circular sunglasses at the voice. Mackie was leaned against the cool tiles surrounding the edge of the pool, the bottom of his body enveloped in water. He turned to look at Chris who had just entered the gated pool area.

“I just went to get some beers, Mack. Chill.” Chris replied, and you couldn’t help the small smile that formed on your lips at his response.

Local-theatre-geek-turned-celebrity did have its perks, though. For one, you were able to enjoy a private pool on a 97 degree day, well, privately. Chris’s summer home was nothing short of a resort; food at any and all hours of the day, a pool, hot tub, and theater room. The best part about the pool was that there were no kids screaming and running around, wreaking havoc. You had a barbecue all to yourself, you could blast music and no one would complain. Plus, you found yourself suddenly surrounded by far better and more interesting company.

You and Chris had always been close. That was clear to everyone around you. You went to his premieres, supported him on Broadway, stayed up with him late into the night over the phone when his anxiety got the best of him, and he was a full Country away from you. Assured him that he would have the family he’s always wanted one day. And he supported you through all your endeavors. Helped you pay your way through grad school (I have so much money, Y/N, I literally don’t know what to do with it. Let me do something good for you, just this once he’d said to you late that night on the floor of your college dorm). Listened to you when you ranted about your parents and how the planet alignment was throwing off your mood. Was a shoulder to cry on when you went through breakups. There were no secrets between you, and there was no drama.

You knew this was because the only rule you had with Chris was the one that had stood the test of time: no sex. Period. No matter how drunk you got in the college dorms or at Marvel premieres. Even if you didn’t have someone to kiss at midnight on New Year’s Eve. Even if you were vulnerable, heart aching for some affection and non-romantic sex after your ex cheated on you. Even if you were just plain horny. No. Sex. Your 20+ year friendship had lasted this long because one person in the relationship had always stood that ground no matter the circumstances. And for that, you were so thankful. Thankful for the lack of complications and strings; thankful you had someone in your life you could be you around. It was a rarity these days.

“Beer?” Said friend asked you, sunglasses adorned his tanning face. You looked up from Mackie and nodded, stretching out a hand to reach for the refreshing drink Chris was offering your way.

“Please,” You respond, waiting for Chris to pad his way over to you across the massive outdoor patio.

Had Chris not had his sunglasses on, you would have noticed the way he was eyeing your outstretched body, clad only in a thin, navy blue bikini on the poolside chair. Your bottoms hugged your hips as if made just for you; your tousled hair touching just beneath your shoulders; stray strands innocently snuggled beneath your breasts.

He took a breath, willing himself to look away as he handed you the cool drink. You noticed the way his obliques twitched with his arm movement, and how massive his biceps were after coming off of Endgame. You had, of course, noticed your best friend’s looks before - you weren’t blind - but the heat was making you see him in a different light. You took a swig of your beer, hoping the distraction would take you away from the way a bead of sweat was falling just along his torso towards the top of his swim trunks...

“I’d love one, Chris, thanks for asking.” Your best friend, Ava, spoke out next to you.

“Did you have to bring her?” Chris teased, grabbing another beer and gently tossing it towards Ava, who lay sprawled out on a lounge chair next to you in a stunning red one piece that hugged her cleavage just right.

Ava was the quintessential best friend whose kindness and selflessness made up for the fact that any woman next to her would otherwise feel inadequate.

She had long, slender legs, carved after years of soccer, tennis, biking, and basically any sport she could get her hands on. The constant need for an adrenaline rush made her tanned skin stay year-round, which was accompanied by a moderate four pack, large natural breasts, and wavy, thick blonde hair that always fell just right. Add her bright emerald eyes and a contagious laugh that lit up any room, and she was a heartbreaker to any man that was lucky enough to be in the same room as her.

But Ava didn’t care about that stuff, and that’s what made her so special. She was selfless. She put everyone else’s needs above her own, and had kindness oozing out of her, no matter the circumstances. She went to Mexico on a UNICEF trip on a whim after reading an article about children in need on a random Tuesday morning. She put her younger brother through medical school when both of her parents passed away unexpectedly (still a mystery to everyone else how she ever managed it). She was a perfect blend of compassion and enthusiasm that attracted men who wanted to get in bed with her and women who wanted to be associated with her. And it was effortless; as if it came to her like breathing.

“They’re kind of a package deal, those two.” Mackie piped up from the pool, grinning as he unashamedly drank Ava in. He had been trying to get with her all summer, but Ava stood her ground. She wasn’t one for summer flings.

But Chris knew this already; in fact it was Ava and Chris’s friendship that had gotten you to know Chris to begin with. Your mom had forced you into 6th grade soccer (hoping you would show some sort of athletic talent in your childhood) where you had met Ava on the very first day. Chris had been on the boys team at your middle school, and Ava being, well, Ava, had already made friends with the entire team within days. Your practices were on separate fields, separated only by a goal post but always ended at the same time. You would frequently all walk home together after practice, stopping for a smoothie, donuts, or ice cream along the way depending on the weather and talking about everything under the sun. Those walks were the reason you stuck with soccer for all those years (sorry, Mom).

“I already know what you’re going to say,” Ava started, lowering her voice and leaning towards you so the boys couldn’t hear. “But if I didn’t know any better, I’d say a certain someone was checking you out today.”

You rolled your eyes, but felt your heart skip a beat at the insinuation. “Don’t go starting shit, Ave. He’s seen me in a bikini a million times.”

“Yeah, and you’ve seen him shirtless a million times, too, and yet here you are gawking at him like he’s some Sports Illustrated model.”

“Am not!” You laughed, taking a drink of your beer. You noticed the way Chris’s eyebrows raised at the sound of you from across the patio; he was always in tune with you even from a thousand miles away.

“Prove it.” Ava deadpanned, swinging her legs over her chair to sit up and face you.

“What?” You asked, exhausted by your best friend’s antics.

“Prove it.” She repeated, setting her beer down on the cement. “If it’s no big deal, and you feel the same way about him you always have and nothing’s changed-” She used air quotations, referring to the thousands of conversations you’d had about Chris since you were both back visiting your hometown and hanging out with Ava, “-then swimming and playing around in the pool should be no big deal. Just another swim with your best buds.”

She had a wicked grin on her face, and you knew you were in trouble. When Ava set her mind to something, she always saw it through. No matter what.

“Please don’t do this.” You pouted, though your best friend was already standing, waiting to make her move. The pitied look on your face didn’t fool her, and you found she was ignoring you as she dramatically fanned herself, heading towards the pool.

“It’s getting a bit toasty. I think I’ll take a dip to cool off.” She announced, “Y/N, you coming?”

“I think I’m good, thanks.” You glared at her, unamused. She shot you a wink in response.

“Man, I was really hoping we could chicken fight. Evans!” Chris jumped at the sudden inclusion from the loud blonde. “You in?”

He looked up from the edge of the pool where he had been leaning against one of the railings. Him and Mackie had been discussing some latest sports announcement at length, since you had been too bored earlier to listen out at lunch.

“Mhm?” Chris asked, clearly not paying attention to Ava’s antics and shooting a look over to the both of you. You noticed the beer in his hand was nearly empty.

“Chicken fight!” Ava said enthusiastically, “Me ‘n Mack vs you two losers.”

“Alright!” Mackie shouted happily, “Now things are getting interesting. Finally.”

Chris sighed, not near excited for the fight as the other two. “You in, partner?”

“I guess.” You groaned, knowing you had no way out of both Anthony and Ava’s persistence. You pulled yourself up off the chair and stood, stretching and rolling your neck, which had been stiff from the CrossFit class Ava had forced you to earlier in the week. Your muscles still ached from the fifty minute torture session you cursed your best friend all the way through, and though you’d never admit it - a dip in the pool sounded so refreshing after nearly 45 minutes in the heat.

Chris’s eyes never left you, or the way your body was glistening in the sunlight. The summer heat was leaving your cheeks just flushed, and he noticed how the thin swim material hugged your plump ass seductively. You were oblivious. Oblivious to the beauty and perfection Chris saw in you, how your right dimple surfaced when you laughed, and your eyelashes fluttered when you slept deeply. He felt a small pang of jealousy in his gut at the thought of all the guys who had seen you that way, and wondered if they noticed all those things about you that he did.

Throughout high school and through adulthood, people had always assumed Chris was dating Ava. Whether it was friends, family, or tabloids - people always gushed over what a “beautiful couple” he and Ava made. Maybe it was because of the stark blond hair, or maybe that she was almost taller than Chris, and they appeared to be “perfectly matched”. To Chris, she was just Ava. A close, and dear friend, but no one he would ever be romantically interested in. 

She wasn’t you.

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Much to your annoyance (and to Ava’s pleasure), chicken fighting with Chris had been just as awkward as you had expected. You were acutely aware of every touch - the way his strong hands gripped your thighs when you were straddled on top of his shoulders, desperately trying to shove your best friend off Anthony’s. She was stronger than you; that much was obvious. But having Chris at the base gave you an edge, and you ended up winning more than the other pair thanks to his cheating swipes at Mackie from under the water.

While the game was innocent enough, you heart drummed loudly in your chest every time his skin made contact with yours. Several times as you fell, shoved off by Ava’s very aggressive pushes, you’d feel Chris’s strong arms envelope you, laughing and crashing into the water with you. His arm stayed wrapped around your torso, holding you easily against his hip as you pushed up for air. Water droplets danced along your shoulders as you laughed, easily wrapping your legs around Chris as an excuse for support.

Finally, after several hours of Marco/Polo, ring tossing, and shark and minnows, Anthony and Ava had tired themselves out and retired to their respective homes. You and Chris had moved to the hot tub, tucked deep into the corner of the house, where you could still see the stars. The heatwave had finally burnt off, and you felt a cool breeze rolling through the property, sending a slight shiver down your spine. You leaned your head back onto the cool, diamond tiles that lined the tub, your legs peacefully resting on Chris’s lap across from you as the jets made water bubbles all around you. You sighed, blissfully happy - nothing was better than a long, warm day at the pool with your best friends.

“What’s goin’ on in that head of yours?” Chris asked softly. His fingers danced across your legs like a whisper, his warm blues matching the color of the water just beneath his sturdy chest. 

“I’ve just missed this,” You reply, raising your eyes to meet his. “Life should always be this simple.”

“It can be.” Chris retaliated, thumb now making small circles just above your ankle. You smiled softly.

“Sometimes. But other times I remember that there’s reality, and we have to work and pay bills and like... be an adult.” You sighed again, “It’s just not the same as...” You trailed off, not having the balls to finish your sentence. You awkwardly broke eye contact with him, looking down at your hands in the water.

“Not the same as what?” He pressed, hand now gripping your ankle gently. He tugged just enough to force you to make eye contact with him again. 

“Real life just isn’t the same as being here with you,” You finished out awkwardly. This was uncharted territory - you’d never talked about this kind of stuff with Chris. You were always just friends, and that was the extent of it. Nothing more; and there was never really an opportunity to be more than that because both of you had never let it. 

But now... now he was here. And he was so... perfect. And caring. And kind. And he listened to your ideas, beyond just wanting to get into your pants. And he knew you so intimately, it was hard to think about being with anyone else. It made you wonder if all of your past relationships had failed for a reason, maybe there was someone else you were supposed to be with, and he had been right in front of you this entire time?

Chris tugged on your leg, a little stronger this time, willing you towards him as the water bounced between you guys softly. He was closing the gap between the both of you, but the pace in which he was taking was painfully slow. You felt every second, as if it had been slowed down five times, as you inched towards him slowly.

“Chris, I...” You whispered, as his hands enveloped you, gripping your waist and maneuvering you so that you straddled his lap.

“What?” He asked breathlessly, drunk on your smell, and the way your ass was settling on his groin. His eyes still haven’t left yours, he’s testing you - daring you to be the one to pull away first. 

“I don’t trust myself right now.” You reply, eyes boring into his. Your face was millimeters away from his, and you so desperately wanted to reach out and taste him; know what it would feel like to kiss those soft, pink lips. 

“Just one kiss.” He breathed. His tone was more of a request than it was statement, he was begging you to give in just this once. You lifted your hands and rested them on the sides of his face, feeling his slight stubble against the palms of your hands.In the decades of knowing him, you had never been this close. You breathed in deeply, taking in his scent. You felt as though you were home. And although it was likely only seconds that passed by, it felt like it had been a million minutes all smashed into one, and you finally leaned in, closing the fraction of space between your lips.

And suddenly, you were falling. Falling so deep into Chris and your feelings it was indescribable. He tasted like a perfect blend of vanilla, honey and strawberries; likely from the massive bowl he had eaten just hours before. 

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you as close into him as he could. This was more than just one kiss, and both of you knew it. There was no going back now.

After a few breathy moments, Chris pulled back for air, immediately relocating his lips onto the crook of your neck, kissing every inch of your skin from your jawline down to your shoulder. Your skin felt as though it was on fire, and it had nothing to do with the temperature of the water. You leaned into him, a soft moan escaping your lips as you let your eyes flutter closed. His hands roamed up your spine, tugging at the spandex material that was barricading him from access to your breasts.

“Not here,” You murmured, letting your head fall against his shoulder. As warm and sexy as the hot tub was, you weren’t interested in your first time with Chris being messy and wet in his outdoor hot tub. Plus, the cool breeze was starting to give you goosebumps.

He pulled away from the hickey he was working on just above your right breast. “Hold onto my neck.” He said against your skin. Wrapping your legs around his waist he easily stood, carefully maneuvering the both of you out of the hot tub and towards one of the guest bedrooms just a few feet from the hot tub. All the while his lips continued his assault on any part of you that he could, stumbling in the dark towards the massive queen bed that was enveloped in snow white sheets.

A small giggle escaped from your lips as he tripped slightly, dropping you backwards and onto the soft mattress.

“Think that’s funny?” He asked, grinning as he took in the sight of you; eyes sparkling and hair wet and wild, soaking the cotton sheets beneath you. Nothing separated him from you other than your skimpy bikini, which he was determined to pull off within minutes of having you on the bed.

“I mean, it was a little dramatic,” You teased, reaching out to grab his left arm, and interlacing your fingers easily as he leaned over, hovering over top of you. No part of you were touching just yet, other than his hand in yours. “I do have working legs, ya know.”

“Well, yes, but where’s the fun in that?” He teased, allowing himself to settle on top of you easily. He was grinning from ear to ear, and you weren’t sure if it was your ego or the heat of the moment - but you could have sown you’d never seen him this happy.

“Are we really gonna do this?” You asked softly, reaching your hand to stroke the side of his face, your eyes searching his.

“Do you want to?” He asked, ever the gentleman. Your heart was ringing in your ears, aware of the hard erection Chris was sporting through his swim trunks. It pressed against your right thigh gently. You squirmed beneath him.

“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.” You murmured, and that was the final confirmation Chris needed to close the gap between you two once more.

And this time was different from the hot tub. In the water you were slow, deliberate, wanting every nerve in your body to feel him against you. This was different; he was hungry for you. His hands made quick work of your bikini top, tossing it onto the floor as your lips parted to make room for his tongue.

His right hand massaged your left breast, pinching and flicking your nipple every so often. The sensation made you moan, and you arched your back in response. You could feel your pussy throbbing for him, begging him to please you, touch you.

Needing air, you pulled away from him, placing kisses along his chin and down his jawline.

“Chris,” You moaned into his ear, slightly tugging on his long, wet hair as his thumb padded your tout nipple.

“Mhm,” You were quickly realizing that Chris was going to make you beg him for this one. After years and years of waiting, he wanted to hear exactly what you wanted him to do to you. He wasn’t going to give you an easy out. Not tonight anyway.

“Please,” You begged, as his right hand moved slowly, torturously from your breast and across your tummy, running a finger along your slit over top your bottoms.

“What do you want?” He asked, nose nuzzling your neck before biting you gently.

You groaned, annoyed at the teasing. “We’ve had twenty years of foreplay, Evans. You know what I want.”

He chuckled against your skin, palming your pussy in response.

“Don’t be a smartass.” He bit your earlobe gently, running his tongue along your neck. “All you have to do is ask.”

You weren’t used to such a dominant side of Chris, but the rate in which it was turning you on was unbelievable. He was confident and sexy in the bedroom - a side of him you weren’t used to seeing. It was a relief to feel like you were being taken care of, and that your needs were coming before his. Even if he was making you beg.

Deciding that being blunt was the only way to get what you want you pushed him away from your neck gently, meeting his warm blues. There was a quick beat.

“I want you to fuck me, Chris.” It was so vulgar you felt your cheeks go warm. But if Chris was turned on before, it was nothing like the look of desperation and hunger he had in his eyes now.

He shoved  his swim trunks off, freeing his cock that was standing at attention. You craned your neck to get a look, mouth practically watering at the sight. Chris yanked off your bottoms next and paused for a minute, drinking you in.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He breathed, his hands running down your sides. His hand stopped just above your folds, locating your wild eyes and watching your face as he slipped in one, two, then three fingers, testing your readiness.

You hissed, writhing at the feeling and pulled at the sheets in a death grip. After a few pumps he pulled out of you, but not after sliding his index finger once across your clit. The feeling made you shutter, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

He aligned himself, pausing to soak you in. After all these years of wondering, wishing, hoping; you were all his. He didn’t have to worry about anybody or anything else. You were here, and this was perfect.

Your eyes fluttered open, wondering what the hesitation was. You knew immediately he was silently asking for permission one more time. Once you crossed this line, there was no going back. Your hand found his and you intertwined your fingers once more.

“I want this.” You whispered reassuringly.

That was the confirmation Chris needed to settle himself above you, and slide into your pussy slowly. Inch by inch you felt yourself filled up by his impressive length, and you squeezed his hand, moaning loudly.

“Jesus,” He moaned, allowing your body to adjust before beginning to fuck you slowly. “So wet.”

His mouth latched onto one your breasts, licking and nipping at your sensitive nipple as he began slamming into you with more speed. His thumb was still making fast work of your clit, and the triple combination was making it hard for you to not cum quickly.

“Chris,” You breathed, reveling in the way his cock felt inside of you. You bucked your hips hoping to allow him to penetrate you deeper.

“So absolutely perfect.” Chris kept murmuring against your skin, over and over as he kissed, licked, and squeezed every inch of you he could. He picked up the pace, feeling your walls tightening around his cock. You were dangerously close to release.

You tried to form words but couldn’t think coherently. Everything was a blur, and every nerve was on edge as you felt yourself inching quickly toward orgasm. One more thrust from Chris and you let go, crying out as your walls clenched down on his cock without mercy.

Squeezing your breast, he found your mouth and kissed you as if his life depended on it. After a few more thrusts, he, too, let out a loud groan as you felt him finish inside you.

Still seeing stars you blinked a few times, your brain trying to catch up to the scene unfolding in front of you. You had just had sex with Chris Evans. Best friend of over 20 years. Man you shared every intimate secret with. He’s seen you naked. Touched you everywhere. Came inside you. Holy shit.

Chris was still lost in his orgasm, panting slightly. He pulled out of you, rolling over to his side.

“Wow,” He breathed. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. “That was…”

“Amazing?” You offered, snuggling into his chest and letting a hand dance along his skin. Your heart still hadn’t recovered from the previous cardio session, and you could feel Chris’s still racing also.

“I was gonna say mind blowing.” His chest rippled in your hand from a laugh. “But amazing works too.”

Fin.

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Covet

Chapter 1- “It’s hot girl spring break, get the stick out of your ass”

Synopsis: covet

/ˈkʌvɪt/

verb

yearn to possess (something, especially something belonging to another)

When Karla, a college senior meets James Brookes, a no BS marketing exec infamous for getting his way, she quickly gets into a relationship with him. But what will she do when his very shady past comes to surface and how far will James go in order to get what he wants?

Songs for this chapter:

Savage Remix- Megan Thee Stallion ft Beyoncé

Excuse Me Miss- Jay Z ft Pharrell

Act Up- City Girls

Karla

March, 20th.

"Ok, what are you doing?" Taty's loud ass just had to walk in and interrupt the peace I was in enjoying in my hotel room.

"I'm reading" I wave my book in the air.

"Yes, I see you reading and you shouldn't be. Karla, we did not fly all the way from San Francisco to Miami for you to sit indoors with Audre Lorde" Taty walls towards me and grabs my book from my hands.

"Well you want me to relax right?" I ask her. "Yes with some Don Julio, in a club and maybe you go home with a man. It is Hot Girl Spring Break, get the stick of your ass" I now spot the bottle of Don Julio in her other hands.

"You're gonna make drink that?" I already know the answer

"Yes but by not here. Chanel found out this party they're having at this beach house and we're going. Her and Adrienne are already there" She passes me a black micro bikini. "And you're wearing THAT to the party so go get dressed. Now."

Taking the book from her hands, I put under my pillow and begrudgingly go into the bathroom to go change. It's been a while since I went a party so one in a beach house sounds like fun.

"Ok I'm ready. Let me just grab a sarong to wrap around my ass so it's not just hanging out the entire time" I walk out of the bathroom. Looking through my bag, I see something that wasn't originally in there.

"Taty?"

"Yeah"

I hold up the pack of condoms that magically appeared in my bag because I'm sure I didn't pack them.

"Did you put these in my bag?" I know she put them in there because it's such a Taty thing to do.

"Yeah, because I'm surprised you didn't bring any with you" She looks at me like I have two heads for asking that question.

"Look, I'm all for a hot girl spring break but I'm not looking to fuck a random dude. Getting drunk with my girls, that sounds like a good time"

"NOW...you are speaking my language. Well partially because I still don't get why you won't hook up with a random dude but enough chit chat. Let's go".

What sprung to mind when Taty said "beach house party" I was expecting a decent sized house and pool with a few kegs and red cups. The reality was literally something out of a Migos video.

Actually I wouldn't be surprised if all a sudden Offset or Quavo just popped out. Half of the girls here were influencers, making sure to get the perfect IG photo for their paid partnership with FashionNova with a City Girls or Meg Thee Stallion lyric as their caption. Speaking of taking pictures for the gram...

"Bitch...I need a picture with one of the pool floaties!" Chanel shouts from across the pool. Taty is all systems go to, phone at the ready to take the picture.

"Let see it!"

Chanel is the dream IG model. I mean she could easily be a runway model. That's how pretty she is. She screams glamour and diamonds. An aesthetic she lives by.

"I'm surprised you got her out" She says to Taty.

"Can't I go a party without being dragged?" They act as if all I do is stay indoors. We haven't even been in Miami longer than a day and I get dragged for reading in the room.

"Yes you can but sometimes you need a little convincing"

Queen B, want no smoke with me. Then turned this motherfucker up 800 degrees. The opening bars of Savage Remix starts playing and I swear every chick in this party just lost their shit includes.

Bougie, he say the way that thang move is a movie. Adrienne joins us with a bottle of Hennessy in her hand ready for me to take a sip from. The familiar burn runs down my throat. The four of us start rapping the lyrics to each other.

"Hips tick tok when I dance, on that demon time, she might start an only fans" I start whining my hips and Chanel's loud ass starts hyping me up

"If you want to see some real ass, baby here's your chance" Chanel screams.

My eyes then spot someone looking at me. He's over in a private section of the party. There's a few girls around him but he seems to not be focused on them and rather his gaze is focused on me.

"Karla, why that white dude staring at you like that. You know him or something" Taty has also noticed him staring at me.

"I don't know that man. He's probably Miami community dick anyway" I'm not entirely sold on what I said but a part of me wouldn't be surprised if he was.

"Community dick or not, he's fine. And I don't even like white men like that" Chanel gives her two cents

"Please say that louder with your racist ass. I'm sure he heard you the first time" I joke. Taty and Adrienne are now lounging on a chaise lounge and have swapped their bottles. My gaze returns back to the private section of the party and he's whispers into a waiter's ear but his gaze is still on me.

"Karla! You still need to drink some Don Julio. You've already drank some Henny" I'm sure Adrienne is already a bit tipsy. She's always been the one to get drunk the fastest but can wake up in the morning with no hangover. It's annoying

"Excuse me miss?" I snap out of my thoughts to see the same waiter with a Margarita.

"Sorry, I didn't order this"

"I know Miss. It's been paid for by Mr Brooks" he says.

"Girl, take it or I will" Taty says

"Hey it's my drink. I'll take it. Thank you"

"Karla, you should talk to him. Thank him up close and personal" Adrienne says with a wink. I know what that means and that's not happening.

"I'm sure he'd appreciate that" Of course Chanel is behind this.

"Alright! What do you want me to do? Suck his dick for buying me drink. Goddamn. You're right, I should say thank you to him. I'm going up there".

Jay Z 's Excuse Me Miss, one of my favourite tracks starts playing through the party

Excuse me, what's your name? I see some ladies tonight that should be hanging with Jay Z, Jay Z

As I walk to his section of the party, I realise how tall he is. Height wise around 6'1, 6'2, hair is slicked back. Ocean blue eyes. He's dressed pretty casual. White shirt, unbuttoned. White tank top and some shorts. Cartier Watch and a Corona in his hand. Got a little stubble on his face.

"H-Hi" Why is my voice sounding so nervous?

"James Brooks" 

Excuse me Miss, what's your name. Can you come, hang with me. Possibly can I take you home tonight

"Karla. Thanks for the drink, that was nice of you" I go to sit opposite him. Now that I'm closer, I see his eyes aren't totally blue. He has a small brown fleck in his right eye. I guess even things that appear to be perfect have their little cracks.

"Thought it would be a nice party favour" he smiles.

"Is this your party?" Would make a lot of sense. He definitely looks like someone who is balling.

"No, it's my client's. But my agency helped organise it so I thought I'd come by. Have some fun. Meet some new people" A smirk crosses his face when mentions the last part.

"Well you're certainly the people person aren't you? I ask.

He laughs. Why am I flirting with this random guy that bought me a cocktail. It must be the Hennessy.

"You live in Miami?"

"No, I'm from the bay. San Francisco. I'm just here with my girls for spring break"

"Nice. I wouldn't mind showing you around Miami. Take you to couple nice spots" I don't know why am immediately taking him up on his offer because I barely give a guy the time of the day but fuck it!

"Maybe you can" He reaches into his wallet and passes me a business card. "You really walk around with business cards. You're that guy?"

"I'm not. I just occasionally take one with him for...insurance" That goddamn smirk come back and it's kind of sexy.

"Insurance? Well I should get back to my friends. I'll see you around" As I walk away, I hear "Hopefully you will"

"What did he want?" Taty asks. "Nothing really, he was just being nice and gave me his number" I wave the card around before putting in my purse. Don't wanna lose that.

"So nice he gave you his number?" Her face now has the famous Taty "that's bullshit" expression, typically reserved for men.

"Karla, no one is that nice. You gonna call him?" Chanel asks

"Maybe. Don't see the harm in trying" I look back up to where he's sitting and he raises his bottle. In response I raise my glass in his direction.

"Well, at least he's fine" Adrienne chimes in

A/N- Hi, so a couple things. Jorja Smith is Karla, in case you didn't guess from the cover. Also they'll be different songs associated with each chapter because I listen to music when I write to sort of capture the environment the characters are in since I visualise the songs. (It's odd I know) Hence the reason why you'll see lyrics in italics

[writethehousedown]

Trust Fund, Gold Tongue 5/7 (Crygi) - Peridot

A/N: Your support for this fic means the absolute world to me, thank you so much! I wasn’t sure if I’d get this chapter up today, but here we are! It may not be the best chapter, but I really wanted to produce something for you guy. I hope you still enjoy regardless! Remember you can also find this whole fic on ao3 and can chat to me @artificialperidot as always. Love you guys!

“Undo my bikini at the back, will you?”

“Excuse me?” Crystal choked, feeling her breath hitch in her throat. It was about eleven thirty in the morning, and Crystal had been busy serving drinks by the poolside, but naturally she had taken some time to sneak a quick chat with Gigi when she had seen her sprawled on a sunlounger. 

Gigi was laid on her stomach, wearing a similar floppy sun hat to the one she had worn on the day Crystal had met her, but in a different colour - a sort of beige, cream colour. Crystal presumed she probably didn’t wear the same outfit twice too often. She was mindlessly flipping through a magazine - Vogue, Crystal thought - with her eyes sheltered under massively oversized sunglasses, and wearing a bikini Crystal hadn’t seen before - it was red, and adorned with a paisley pattern, pink and yellow and white. Crystal thought she looked perfect in it, but then again, she thought Gigi looked perfect all the time.

But it didn’t quite distract her from the question at hand.

“You heard me,” Gigi peered out from under her sunglasses.

Crystal felt uncertainty bubble in her stomach. “Uh, Gigi, um-“

“Relax, it’s not like that,” she giggled, sticking out her tongue a little as she laughed. “I’m trying to get a tan and I don’t wanna get any tan lines.”

Crystal smiled. “Are you jealous of this gorgeous golden latina skin?” she teased.

Gigi playfully swatted at Crystal’s leg, smirking up at her, and Crystal took that as a yes. “Well, don’t just stand there,” Gigi eventually said, reaching a hand to her back to fumble with the strap. “Help me outta this. I mean, not literally out of it. I’m keeping it on at the front.”

“I presumed,” Crystal replied. “Didn’t think you were an exhibitionist.”

“Fuck off,” Gigi laughed.

“Do you want me to help you or not?”

Gigi pouted, sticking out her lower lip, like a spoiled little girl begging for a puppy. Crystal thought that Gigi probably was that little girl when she was younger, but she kept quiet. “Please?” she asked, one arm still fumbling with the strap at the back.

“I don’t know…,” Crystal teased, twirling one of her curls around her finger and looking away coyly.

“Since when were you so cocky?” Gigi whined. “Isn’t your job literally customer service?”

Crystal rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t hide her smile. “Ugh. Fine,” she said sarcastically. “Only because I don’t wanna get fired,” she added, causing Gigi to choke out a laugh.

It was only when Crystal’s hands were centimetres away from Gigi did she fully comprehend what she was about to do. She, yes she, Crystal Elizabeth Methyd, was about to undo Gigi’s bikini. Gigi fucking Goode’s bikini of all people’s. She gulped, staring at Gigi’s figure, and questioned why god had decided to make her the luckiest person in the world. 

She had heard that god hated the gays, but if he did, why would he have put her in such a perfect position?

She was counting her blessings for sure.

Gigi’s back was a porcelain canvas, and Crystal wanted nothing more than to run her hands over her shoulder blades, or at least engulf her in a huge hug. Instead, she let her heart beat like a dream in her ears and fumbled to untie the red bikini strap on her back.

After a small struggle to undo the particularly tight knot, Crystal loosened her straps and sent them flailing to the sides. She was very aware that this was a normal thing for someone to do, that she was just trying to get a tan, and she wouldn’t see anything whilst Gigi was lying on her front. She was also very aware that Gigi was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen, and was wearing very few clothes. And she was painfully aware of the heat of a deep rosy blush that was spreading over her cheeks.

Crystal ran her fingers through the ends of Gigi’s dark curls, smoothing them out neatly over her shoulders and trying to stop herself from shaking. “There. Perfect!” she said, clapping her hands together.

“Thanks, baby,” Gigi grinned. Crystal’s stomach did a somersault at the use of the pet name.

“You do know you’re just gonna get burned, though, right?” Crystal added. “You’re like a milk bottle.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re so pale, you’re basically transparent,” 

Gigi gasped, mock-offended. “Well, maybe you should put some sun lotion on me,” she said, lowering her sunglasses and winking, waggling her eyebrows.

Crystal’s breath caught in her throat. “You’re not serious.”

“I’m deadly serious,” she said stoically, blinking rapidly to drive her point home. “You don’t want me to burn, now do you?”

Crystal didn’t want her to burn, she supposed. She also didn’t wanna pass up a golden opportunity like this, that she might never have again, to get her hands all over Gigi. She also didn’t want anyone to see them, and was acutely aware that there were a few people milling around the pool area, but she supposed that putting on sunscreen wasn’t too irregular in July, and that if she didn’t make it too obvious that she was enjoying it, then they’d be able to explain themselves pretty well.

Fuck it. The customer is always right.

With that, she squeezed the cream onto her hands and went all in, sweeping like windshield wipers over her back. She traced over her shoulder blades and her spine, and moved up her neck and shoulders, giving them a quick massage whilst she was there, just because she could. Gigi giggled as Crystal gave her shoulders a gentle squeeze, kneading her upper back like a cat.

And then her hands moved lower and lower, down her spine, hands caressing her waist, all the way down to the small of her back. She rubbed it in soft circles, tentatively, as if her skin was delicate. Crystal’s chest tightened as she looked at the girl below her, basking in the feeling of Crystal’s hands all over her. She didn’t know someone could be so perfect. Gigi was beautiful, undoubtedly so, but more than anything, she was kind. She cared about Crystal, just as much as Crystal cared about her. Crystal had never imagined finding someone like this, who fit with her so well. All she wanted was to scream to the world about this girl, about how wonderfully in love she was with her, but she knew that she couldn’t. Gigi had a reputation, and she’d never want to put her in danger. They made sure they were never seen together - Crystal knew what Gigi’s dad was like. It occurred to Crystal that this was probably the most public they had ever been, and the realisation made her suddenly a little nervous.

After hastily rubbing in the rest of the sunscreen, she lifted her hands off of her back and her eyes scanned the area like a hawk. She hoped no one had seen them.

The only people she noticed who were close by were an older couple, one with their back turned to them and the other seemingly engaged in a rather difficult sudoku puzzle.

The coast seemed to be clear.

Except for Heidi, of course, who was milling around the pool, busily wiping down some tables nearby, and had mimed clutching her pearls when Crystal had made eye contact with her after seeing the ordeal go down.

Crystal knew Heidi would keep a secret, though. After she told Jan. Crystal knew she was obligated to tell Jan.

Trying to shake off her worry, Crystal wiped her hands down on the front of her apron and gently sighed, partially in contemptment and partially to rid her body of fear. “All done!” she said.

“Thanks, Crystal. You’re a doll,” Gigi beamed. “You should probably get back to work, though,” she added. “Don’t wanna look too suspicious.”

Crystal shrugged. “You’re right,” she said. “I’ll see you later on the tennis courts?”

“Of course. I can’t wait,” Gigi replied with a wide grin, blowing a kiss as Crystal walked away, acting as if nothing had happened, as if she wasn’t dancing on air at the thought of seeing Gigi again, even though she had just left.

Despite their arrangement having gone on for weeks at this point, the butterflies in Crystal’s stomach never seemed to disappear.

***

“So we’ve moved on to giving Gigi back massages now, have we?” Jan said with a quirked eyebrow, sneaking up to Crystal at the edge of the dining hall whilst they were waitressing on the lunchtime shift.

Heidi worked fast, huh?

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Crystal replied, tucking a red curl behind her ear in faux-modesty. “I just put on some sunblock on a customer who asked for assistance.”

“Sure, Jan” she replied with a smirk.

“Jan, I’m gonna be upfront here. It doesn’t make sense when you say that because your name is Jan and it just confuses everyone.”

Jan cackled mischievously, before clamping her hands firmly over both ears. “That can’t stop me because I can’t hear!” she said, a little too loudly considering they were both working. Crystal shook her head and chuckled, baffled by Jan’s infectious energy at all times. 

“Seriously though,” Jan continued, “I’m happy for you. Go get her, tiger!”

Crystal’s face screwed up, as if she had sucked on a sour patch kid. “Not Carole Baskin!” she exclaimed, sending the pair into fits of laughter, getting a couple of looks by nearby diners. They laughed like hyenas, and Crystal felt that it summed up her relationship with Jan pretty well.

“You’re one to talk, though,” Crystal went on when her breathing had calmed. “I see you hanging off of Jackie’s arm in the break room.”

Jan bit her lip ever so slightly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she mimicked.

Crystal raised an eyebrow and grinned. “Sure, Jan.”

***

Crystal skipped onto the tennis courts that afternoon, eager as ever to see Gigi. As usual, Gigi was already waiting on her by the time she arrived, lounging on the ground with her legs outstretched, eyes glued to the illuminated screen of her phone. Crystal noted that she had straightened her hair since she had seen her last. It looked so glossy and smooth, and she could practically feel how soft it would be to run her hands through. 

She’d get to that part later, though.

For now, she hopped down onto the ground and crossed her legs, nuzzling into Gigi’s side.

Crystal couldn’t help but break out into a smile. “Hi.” 

“Hey diva,” Gigi replied chipperly, pulling her into a hug, but her eyes barely left her screen for more than a second.

Crystal pouted. “What’s so important that you’re not giving me attention?”

“Hm? Oh, it’s just my friend Nicky. She’s going to Aruba with her girlfriend Jaida next weekend and she didn’t know what to pack, and you know I gotta help a bitch out with fashion,” she said with a chuckle, tapping her screen before turning it off and placing it on the ground by her side. “Anyways, how are you darling?”

“Better now you’re looking at me.”

Gigi cooed. “Well isn’t that sweet?” she said, and Crystal could see her pupils tracing each of her features, her nose, her cheeks, her lips, before meeting her eyes again. She felt herself blush under her gaze, but she wasn’t embarrassed about it, because she knew Gigi wouldn’t think twice about it.

They fell into a small silence, but Crystal knew her time away from work was precious and often in short supply, so she looked for a way to keep the conversation going. “I, uh, I really like your necklace,” she blurted out.

“Really? Thanks!” Gigi said, taking it between her thumb and her forefinger gently. It was a pendant, in the shape of a sun on a gold chain, and Crystal liked the look of its little grumpy face. Gigi was grinning at the compliment, and Crystal’s heart fluttered in her chest at the way her nose scrunched up when she smiled. “You can have it, if you want,” she said.

Crystal was taken aback. “Oh no, it’s okay.”

“No really, I want you to have it. I have, like, a million necklaces,” she said, reaching her arms behind her neck to undo the clasp.

“I - Uh, thank you so much,” Crystal smiled, feeling grateful for such a sweet gesture.

“It’s nothing,” Gigi said, pulling the necklace out from behind her neck. “If I wasn’t stuck in this place, I’d buy you everything you wanted.”

Crystal paused. Something about that didn’t sit quite right with her. “I don’t want you to spend all that money on me, Geeg.”

“But I want to. I have the money, so I may as well treat you with it, right?”

“But I don’t need a handout, Gigi,” she explained. “All that expensive stuff doesn’t matter to me. I just wanna see you. I don’t need anything else.” 

Gigi smiled. “Okay. Point noted,” she said, holding her hands up in surrender. “But I’m giving you this necklace, and you can’t stop me.”

“Alright, Alright,” Crystal conceded, giggling. 

“Can I put it on you?”

“Please,” she said with a smile.

With that, Gigi was placing her hands on Crystal’s shoulders, spinning her around and instructing her to hold her hair up out of the way. And then she draped the gold chain over her head and around her neck, fingers tracing her collar bones and her breath by Crystal’s ear. The moment felt precious, meaningful, and Crystal let herself be drowned in the feeling.

“Beautiful,” Gigi whispered, turning Crystal back around and taking her hands away from her hair and holding them in her own.

Crystal smiled, meeting Gigi’s big blue eyes, her pupils blown wide. And then her eyes glanced down to Gigi’s full pink lips, and she brought them together, colliding in a kiss.

Crystal lost herself in the scent of Gigi’s floral perfume and the feeling of her lips on hers, bringing her hands to hold the other girl’s waist. Gigi’s hands slid around her neck, and for a moment the only thing that mattered to Crystal was the two of them, because they had each other and she had Gigi and she never, ever wanted to let her go.

And then, Crystal’s attention was diverted.

There was a noise.

A click.

Almost like the click of a camera.

Crystal immediately broke the kiss and looked around for the source.

And who wa stood just metres away, camera in hand?

Matthew.

me?” Crystal choked, feeling her breath hitch in her throat. It was about eleven thirty in the morning, and Crystal had been busy serving drinks by the poolside, but naturally she had taken some time to sneak a quick chat with Gigi when she had seen her sprawled on a sunlounger. 

Gigi was laid on her stomach, wearing a similar floppy sun hat to the one she had worn on the day Crystal had met her, but in a different colour - a sort of beige, cream colour. Crystal presumed she probably didn’t wear the same outfit twice too often. She was mindlessly flipping through a magazine - Vogue, Crystal thought - with her eyes sheltered under massively oversized sunglasses, and wearing a bikini Crystal hadn’t seen before - it was red, and adorned with a paisley pattern, pink and yellow and white. Crystal thought she looked perfect in it, but then again, she thought Gigi looked perfect all the time.

But it didn’t quite distract her from the question at hand.

“You heard me,” Gigi peered out from under her sunglasses.

Crystal felt uncertainty bubble in her stomach. “Uh, Gigi, um-“

“Relax, it’s not like that,” she giggled, sticking out her tongue a little as she laughed. “I’m trying to get a tan and I don’t wanna get any tan lines.”

Crystal smiled. “Are you jealous of this gorgeous golden latina skin?” she teased.

Gigi playfully swatted at Crystal’s leg, smirking up at her, and Crystal took that as a yes. “Well, don’t just stand there,” Gigi eventually said, reaching a hand to her back to fumble with the strap. “Help me outta this. I mean, not literally out of it. I’m keeping it on at the front.”

“I presumed,” Crystal replied. “Didn’t think you were an exhibitionist.”

“Fuck off,” Gigi laughed.

“Do you want me to help you or not?”

Gigi pouted, sticking out her lower lip, like a spoiled little girl begging for a puppy. Crystal thought that Gigi probably was that little girl when she was younger, but she kept quiet. “Please?” she asked, one arm still fumbling with the strap at the back.

“I don’t know…,” Crystal teased, twirling one of her curls around her finger and looking away coyly.

“Since when were you so cocky?” Gigi whined. “Isn’t your job literally customer service?”

Crystal rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t hide her smile. “Ugh. Fine,” she said sarcastically. “Only because I don’t wanna get fired,” she added, causing Gigi to choke out a laugh.

It was only when Crystal’s hands were centimetres away from Gigi did she fully comprehend what she was about to do. She, yes she, Crystal Elizabeth Methyd, was about to undo Gigi’s bikini. Gigi fucking Goode’s bikini of all people’s. She gulped, staring at Gigi’s figure, and questioned why god had decided to make her the luckiest person in the world. 

She had heard that god hated the gays, but if he did, why would he have put her in such a perfect position?

She was counting her blessings for sure.

Gigi’s back was a porcelain canvas, and Crystal wanted nothing more than to run her hands over her shoulder blades, or at least engulf her in a huge hug. Instead, she let her heart beat like a dream in her ears and fumbled to untie the red bikini strap on her back.

After a small struggle to undo the particularly tight knot, Crystal loosened her straps and sent them flailing to the sides. She was very aware that this was a normal thing for someone to do, that she was just trying to get a tan, and she wouldn’t see anything whilst Gigi was lying on her front. She was also very aware that Gigi was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen, and was wearing very few clothes. And she was painfully aware of the heat of a deep rosy blush that was spreading over her cheeks.

Crystal ran her fingers through the ends of Gigi’s dark curls, smoothing them out neatly over her shoulders and trying to stop herself from shaking. “There. Perfect!” she said, clapping her hands together.

“Thanks, baby,” Gigi grinned. Crystal’s stomach did a somersault at the use of the pet name.

“You do know you’re just gonna get burned, though, right?” Crystal added. “You’re like a milk bottle.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re so pale, you’re basically transparent,” 

Gigi gasped, mock-offended. “Well, maybe you should put some sun lotion on me,” she said, lowering her sunglasses and winking, waggling her eyebrows.

Crystal’s breath caught in her throat. “You’re not serious.”

“I’m deadly serious,” she said stoically, blinking rapidly to drive her point home. “You don’t want me to burn, now do you?”

Crystal didn’t want her to burn, she supposed. She also didn’t wanna pass up a golden opportunity like this, that she might never have again, to get her hands all over Gigi. She also didn’t want anyone to see them, and was acutely aware that there were a few people milling around the pool area, but she supposed that putting on sunscreen wasn’t too irregular in July, and that if she didn’t make it too obvious that she was enjoying it, then they’d be able to explain themselves pretty well.

Fuck it. The customer is always right.

With that, she squeezed the cream onto her hands and went all in, sweeping like windshield wipers over her back. She traced over her shoulder blades and her spine, and moved up her neck and shoulders, giving them a quick massage whilst she was there, just because she could. Gigi giggled as Crystal gave her shoulders a gentle squeeze, kneading her upper back like a cat.

And then her hands moved lower and lower, down her spine, hands caressing her waist, all the way down to the small of her back. She rubbed it in soft circles, tentatively, as if her skin was delicate. Crystal’s chest tightened as she looked at the girl below her, basking in the feeling of Crystal’s hands all over her. She didn’t know someone could be so perfect. Gigi was beautiful, undoubtedly so, but more than anything, she was kind. She cared about Crystal, just as much as Crystal cared about her. Crystal had never imagined finding someone like this, who fit with her so well. All she wanted was to scream to the world about this girl, about how wonderfully in love she was with her, but she knew that she couldn’t. Gigi had a reputation, and she’d never want to put her in danger. They made sure they were never seen together - Crystal knew what Gigi’s dad was like. It occurred to Crystal that this was probably the most public they had ever been, and the realisation made her suddenly a little nervous.

After hastily rubbing in the rest of the sunscreen, she lifted her hands off of her back and her eyes scanned the area like a hawk. She hoped no one had seen them.

The only people she noticed who were close by were an older couple, one with their back turned to them and the other seemingly engaged in a rather difficult sudoku puzzle.

The coast seemed to be clear.

Except for Heidi, of course, who was milling around the pool, busily wiping down some tables nearby, and had mimed clutching her pearls when Crystal had made eye contact with her after seeing the ordeal go down.

Crystal knew Heidi would keep a secret, though. After she told Jan. Crystal knew she was obligated to tell Jan.

Trying to shake off her worry, Crystal wiped her hands down on the front of her apron and gently sighed, partially in contemptment and partially to rid her body of fear. “All done!” she said.

“Thanks, Crystal. You’re a doll,” Gigi beamed. “You should probably get back to work, though,” she added. “Don’t wanna look too suspicious.”

Crystal shrugged. “You’re right,” she said. “I’ll see you later on the tennis courts?”

“Of course. I can’t wait,” Gigi replied with a wide grin, blowing a kiss as Crystal walked away, acting as if nothing had happened, as if she wasn’t dancing on air at the thought of seeing Gigi again, even though she had just left.

Despite their arrangement having gone on for weeks at this point, the butterflies in Crystal’s stomach never seemed to disappear.

***

“So we’ve moved on to giving Gigi back massages now, have we?” Jan said with a quirked eyebrow, sneaking up to Crystal at the edge of the dining hall whilst they were waitressing on the lunchtime shift.

Heidi worked fast, huh?

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Crystal replied, tucking a red curl behind her ear in faux-modesty. “I just put on some sunblock on a customer who asked for assistance.”

“Sure, Jan” she replied with a smirk.

“Jan, I’m gonna be upfront here. It doesn’t make sense when you say that because your name is Jan and it just confuses everyone.”

Jan cackled mischievously, before clamping her hands firmly over both ears. “That can’t stop me because I can’t hear!” she said, a little too loudly considering they were both working. Crystal shook her head and chuckled, baffled by Jan’s infectious energy at all times. 

“Seriously though,” Jan continued, “I’m happy for you. Go get her, tiger!”

Crystal’s face screwed up, as if she had sucked on a sour patch kid. “Not Carole Baskin!” she exclaimed, sending the pair into fits of laughter, getting a couple of looks by nearby diners. They laughed like hyenas, and Crystal felt that it summed up her relationship with Jan pretty well.

“You’re one to talk, though,” Crystal went on when her breathing had calmed. “I see you hanging off of Jackie’s arm in the break room.”

Jan bit her lip ever so slightly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she mimicked.

Crystal raised an eyebrow and grinned. “Sure, Jan.”

***

Crystal skipped onto the tennis courts that afternoon, eager as ever to see Gigi. As usual, Gigi was already waiting on her by the time she arrived, lounging on the ground with her legs outstretched, eyes glued to the illuminated screen of her phone. Crystal noted that she had straightened her hair since she had seen her last. It looked so glossy and smooth, and she could practically feel how soft it would be to run her hands through. 

She’d get to that part later, though.

For now, she hopped down onto the ground and crossed her legs, nuzzling into Gigi’s side.

Crystal couldn’t help but break out into a smile. “Hi.” 

“Hey diva,” Gigi replied chipperly, pulling her into a hug, but her eyes barely left her screen for more than a second.

Crystal pouted. “What’s so important that you’re not giving me attention?”

“Hm? Oh, it’s just my friend Nicky. She’s going to Aruba with her girlfriend Jaida next weekend and she didn’t know what to pack, and you know I gotta help a bitch out with fashion,” she said with a chuckle, tapping her screen before turning it off and placing it on the ground by her side. “Anyways, how are you darling?”

“Better now you’re looking at me.”

Gigi cooed. “Well isn’t that sweet?” she said, and Crystal could see her pupils tracing each of her features, her nose, her cheeks, her lips, before meeting her eyes again. She felt herself blush under her gaze, but she wasn’t embarrassed about it, because she knew Gigi wouldn’t think twice about it.

They fell into a small silence, but Crystal knew her time away from work was precious and often in short supply, so she looked for a way to keep the conversation going. “I, uh, I really like your necklace,” she blurted out.

“Really? Thanks!” Gigi said, taking it between her thumb and her forefinger gently. It was a pendant, in the shape of a sun on a gold chain, and Crystal liked the look of its little grumpy face. Gigi was grinning at the compliment, and Crystal’s heart fluttered in her chest at the way her nose scrunched up when she smiled. “You can have it, if you want,” she said.

Crystal was taken aback. “Oh no, it’s okay.”

“No really, I want you to have it. I have, like, a million necklaces,” she said, reaching her arms behind her neck to undo the clasp.

“I - Uh, thank you so much,” Crystal smiled, feeling grateful for such a sweet gesture.

“It’s nothing,” Gigi said, pulling the necklace out from behind her neck. “If I wasn’t stuck in this place, I’d buy you everything you wanted.”

Crystal paused. Something about that didn’t sit quite right with her. “I don’t want you to spend all that money on me, Geeg.”

“But I want to. I have the money, so I may as well treat you with it, right?”

“But I don’t need a handout, Gigi,” she explained. “All that expensive stuff doesn’t matter to me. I just wanna see you. I don’t need anything else.” 

Gigi smiled. “Okay. Point noted,” she said, holding her hands up in surrender. “But I’m giving you this necklace, and you can’t stop me.”

“Alright, Alright,” Crystal conceded, giggling. 

“Can I put it on you?”

“Please,” she said with a smile.

With that, Gigi was placing her hands on Crystal’s shoulders, spinning her around and instructing her to hold her hair up out of the way. And then she draped the gold chain over her head and around her neck, fingers tracing her collar bones and her breath by Crystal’s ear. The moment felt precious, meaningful, and Crystal let herself be drowned in the feeling.

“Beautiful,” Gigi whispered, turning Crystal back around and taking her hands away from her hair and holding them in her own.

Crystal smiled, meeting Gigi’s big blue eyes, her pupils blown wide. And then her eyes glanced down to Gigi’s full pink lips, and she brought them together, colliding in a kiss.

Crystal lost herself in the scent of Gigi’s floral perfume and the feeling of her lips on hers, bringing her hands to hold the other girl’s waist. Gigi’s hands slid around her neck, and for a moment the only thing that mattered to Crystal was the two of them, because they had each other and she had Gigi and she never, ever wanted to let her go.

And then, Crystal’s attention was diverted.

There was a noise.

A click.

Almost like the click of a camera.

Crystal immediately broke the kiss and looked around for the source.

There was a boy, just metres away, clutching a camera in his hands.

Matthew.

[rallamajoop]

Some musings on symbiote morphology (AKA when size does matter)

So, back when Venom was still in cinemas, I saw it with a friend who (like me) enjoyed it mightily -- though said friend did roll her eyes pretty hard at the She-Venom scene, because of course the female!Venom has to be skinny and sexy. Of course she does.

I mean, the sexual dimorphism on display here is, uh... pretty extreme.

Usually, this would’ve gotten to me too. Few issues in genre film stick in my craw like the double standards applied to male and female bodies (ask me my thoughts on the likes of Wonder Woman or Gamora at your peril). So it was a little surprising to find that this was one I was mostly willing to shrug off.

Why? Well, that requires a bit of backing up and some more context. But mostly, it’s the perfect jumping-off point for a whole lot of rambling about visual shorthands and how symbiote morphology has been handled in the comics over the years, which apparently I had a whole essay’s worth of thoughts on. So here we go.

Now, Comic!Venom =/= Movie!Venom. They aren’t the same character, don’t have the same history, and their biology doesn’t follow the same rules.  But one is still the basis for the other, so we’re going to start waayyy back at the beginning.

Since the symbiote's introduction back in '84, precious little about the species has remained consistent through the many writers and retcons, but one detail that Marvel was -- mostly -- consistent on back in the early days is that the shape a symbiote takes depends a lot on the body of its host. So when Spider-man was wearing the symbiote the result was (by design) literally just Spider-man-but-in-black:

But Venom's next host did not have the muscularly-lean body of Peter Parker, he had the jacked-up muscle-mountain that was Eddie Brock’s -- and the result is the Venom we all know and love.

Whereas when completely-normal-human-woman Anne Weying first bonds with the Venom symbiote in Sinner Takes All, we get a much slimmer She-Venom.

You can see the same trends at work with the Life Foundation Five and various other examples. So, in the comics at least, there’s some internal consistency explaining why He-Venom and She-Venom should look so very different. (Why Eddie and Anne should be such wildly different sized humans is a whoooole other topic, but best left in the Don’t Get Me Started pile for now.)

Of course, when the guy you've cast as Eddie has the physique of Tom Hardy rather than, say, He-Man, the logic of why Venom looks so huge falls apart. 

  ⬥ Venom and She-Venom, actual size comparison.

While comic book writers of the 80's may have been able to convince a generation of fans not to question why a professional journalist would be jacked enough to dwarf Captain America, film adds a layer of realism and audience expectations that would make that a much harder sell (not to mention limiting your casting options to a much smaller pool). Casting Tom Hardy was inarguably the right call. 

If Eddie no longer looked like Venom, the other solution would have been to make Venom look more like Tom Hardy--but good luck getting that past the existing fanbase. When it comes to pleasing the longtime fans, it's safe to say that Venom, not Eddie, is the character who has to look the part. Plus, Venom is entirely CG, so casting and realism no longer have to matter. Fanboys can have their giant Venom and tiny She-Venom, and the fangirls can have Tom Hardy getting all prettily roughed up. There are worse solutions.

Don't get me wrong: they could and absolutely should have evened up the difference on screen by giving She-Venom some extra body mass (she is on screen for like ten seconds, the fanboys can effing deal). But when the key decision that fucked up those ratios is making Eddie so much slimmer and sexier than he was originally supposed to be, I am unusually willing to give them a tentative pass. I mean, I love comics!Eddie too, but I can’t see him working on screen.

While I’m talking symbiote-bodies, it’s worth going into some of the other reasons to make Eddie+symbiote so huge, the obvious ones being to a) make him more threatening, and b) emphasise that Eddie's bonded with the symbiote in a way Peter never did. As a shape-shifter, Venom can make his host look bigger but not smaller (which is presumably why Rad Eddie may look younger than regular!Eddie, but is still suspiciously large for a skateboarder hanging with teens).

But size isn't the only way to make a character like Venom threatening. Compare Carnage, who is much more dangerous than Venom -- but (along with his host) fairly consistently drawn as smaller and leaner than the original.

He's still plenty threatening, though -- not because he's huge, but because he's completely bugfuck nuts and into murder for recreation. His design gets this across with a texture less like skin than a mass of veins and tentacles. Size is a good visual shorthand for danger, but it's not the only shorthand that works for symbiotes of the 90′s heyday.

You can see the same logic at work in Toxin too (a lesser-known and sadly mistreated Carnage-spawn from the early 00's). Precious little about Toxin's look remained consistent from one creative team to the next, but the impact of the host body is still there. His first host, Pat Mulligan, was a pretty average-sized dude, which is reflected in his bonded form (left), but when Eddie gets the Toxin symbiote later on, we get a much bigger Toxin (right). And Eddie's Toxin has more tentacles and rougher skin, so we know he's not going to be friendly (Eddie was really not in a good place at this point in his history).

Perhaps the most interesting example is Agent Venom, who turns up when the military bonds the Venom symbiote to Flash Thompson: disabled vet and card-carrying Spidey fan. His Venom-look is a brilliant bit of storytelling-through-design: the face and overall build hearkens back to Spider-man's time in the symbiote, the equipment signposts his military connections (past and present), and black will always be the signifier of a guy working black ops.

Perhaps most important, there's no mouth (compare both Spidey and Toxin #1), which is our sign that the symbiote's under control -- drugged into submission by the military, in fact.

But key to Flash's time in the role is that the Venom symbiote doesn't always stay drugged and docile, and whenever it starts to break free, Agent Venom morphs into Venom's traditional look -- gaping mouth, no belts or shoulder pads, and lots of bulky muscles a la the original flavour Eddie Brock (you can see him mid-transformation on the left below).

Does that make sense, when Flash is the host? Probably not, but comic book logic, as usual, is suspended for the sake of visual shorthand: fans know what Venom is "supposed" to look like, so that's what he looks like when the comic wants to telegraph that Flash is losing control. And that, I suspect, is why Lee Price's Venom (above right) looks more like Eddie's, even though Lee Price looks more like Flash. Price may be the one in charge, but he’s also a madman, so his Venom has to look out of control. The comics have officially hit Tom Hardy territory: Venom is huge now because people have come to expect Venom to look like the original Eddie-Brock!Venom, regardless of who’s inside.

There are bigger exceptions to the rule, however -- two of the more interesting turned up almost simultaneously in 2015, when both Venom!Flash and Toxin!Eddie got significant redesigns in the pages of Venom: Space Knight and Carnage (2015). Now Flash's Venom is the bulky muscular one, while Eddie's Toxin looks slimmer than Eddie has ever been before or since. What's going on here? Did the artists just screw up?

Well, not entirely -- the characters haven't just flipped looks, they've flipped roles. Now Toxin's the one being drugged into submission by a US agency (and we can only assume those drugs somehow prompt a symbiote to produce pouches, because we're two-for-two on that front). Meanwhile, Venom's been "purged of corruption" and has finally bonded with Flash as a full partner, which may be why they opted for something closer to his original look. Note that Venom has no mouth, and Toxin's is positively restrained by symbiote standards, which tells you a lot about the temperament we can expect from both of them.

That said, I don't think either design really works. Venom's new look is a real step back in creativity from his Agent Venom days, and the helmet-face would be better suited to a mech design than a symbiote who's being treated as a real character for the first time. Meanwhile, Toxin’s look doesn't really work for Eddie, for all the same reasons it did work for Flash: Eddie isn't a trusted agent in this scenario, he's more like an intelligent animal on a short leash. It isn't just the builds that are wrong -- none of the story comes across well in these designs.

All in all, the longer Venom’s been around, the less the standard host=symbiote rules seem to apply. Venom is huge because his look is sufficiently iconic that that’s what the fans expect, regardless of who’s on the inside, or whether we’ve just rewritten his entire backstory and made the jump to film.

Speaking of which, it’s worth pointing out that there is actually precedent in the comics for female symbiotes who aren't drawn like a bikini model in a layer of black body paint. One is Patricia Robertson, who bonds with the "Venom" symbiote (read: not actually the Venom symbiote) in the 2003 Venom series.

Though Trish is a woman of fairly average build, her "Venom" is virtually indistinguishable from Eddie's (too much so, if anything -- it's very hard to tell which is which when they clash). Unfortunately, the 2003 series is otherwise an ugly, incomprehensible mess of a comic, containing almost nothing that has ever been referenced again. I can really only recommend it to absolute completists.

Somewhat better handled is Tarna, a skrull Agent of the Cosmos who appears in Venom: Space Knight. Tarna's symbiotic look is not remotely feminine, and one suspects that's the point: it's ugly, threatening, and gives no clue as to who's inside. (Her symbiote can also separate from her while maintaining form, making the comparison pic unusually easy for me).

But as a shapeshifting alien bonded to a shapeshifting symbiote, Tarna perhaps doesn't make the best example for general principles. It’s worth keeping in mind that every design has a storytelling function too: Patricia’s Venom needs to be mistakable for the original Venom for plot reasons, and the reveal that Tarna is a humanoid woman under her symbiote is set up as a surprise. But the creators of the film wanted us to know that was Anne under the symbiote from the moment she appeared, so sexy!She-Venom it is.

All that said, at the very end of the day, I’d much rather not have to make these excuses for the film. I’d much rather see more Tarnas and fewer She-Venom’s, and both film and comics have a long way to go before we get there yet.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #325

tired of seeing me in the survey tag yet? lmao me too

Would you date someone who’s shorter than you? I have absolutely never understood why there would be any correlation between someone's height and whether or not you would date the person because of it. What, do you think the person has any control over that? So basically, yes, I would, without a second thought. Have you ever fallen in love on the Internet? "Fallen in love," no. I had to meet Sara first to see how we meshed in the same environment. Have you ever had a crush on your best friend’s sweetie? Yes, hence the Joel mess. Have you ever had a controlling boyfriend? No. Good luck getting me to date someone like that. Can guys be sluts? Who the fuck cares so long as the person is safe and open with their partner. Ever had a crush on your best girlfriend? Twice now, haha. Would you ever kiss someone who’s taken? No, I'm not that kind of person. Do you mind being the third wheel? I don't care, really, so long as my friend doesn't totally ignore me. I very much enjoy seeing people in love. Has a kiss ever made you weak in the knees? Yes. Have you ever been in a love triangle? No, and I absolutely would not if I was aware. You pick me or you leave me alone. Do you feel comfortable buying condoms? I've never had to, but I'd probably feel a hint of awkwardness. Have you ever run into your ex with his/her new partner? No, and the only case where that would be a problem would be with Jason. I know in my heart I would feel at least some hatred towards her. Have you ever felt guilty after doing something sexual? Yep, when I was first actually getting truly sexual and felt like I was betraying my "abstinence." Would you stay friends with your sweetie’s friends if you broke up? I'm still friends with Jacob, mine and Jason's former roommate and his then-close friend. So yeah. Where do you see yourself in 5 years? I hope more than words can explicate that I have a stable job that I love, my driver's license, and my own place with a long-term partner, since I think living alone would be very detrimental to me. I also hope I have much better control over my social anxiety. Oh, and can I PLEASE be fit again? What was the last thing you bought for less than a dollar? No idea. Who was the last person in your bed? My niece Aria was sitting on it with me. I miss Misty's kids. Do you have a nice phone? Not particularly, but it does the job. Is Marilyn Manson creepy or cool? I find him creepy in a cool way, haha. Well, at least aesthetically. With his recent sexual assault (or abuse? idr) allegations however, I don't know how I feel about him because I don't know the facts. I really should actually read up about it. Regardless, I love his music; he's one of my favorite musical artists. Do you like talking to strangers? Depends on my mood and the person. Do you have OCD? Yes. Are you clumsy or graceful? I'm clumsy as all getout. Have you ever ran into a door because you didn’t know it was closed? Haha, no. Have you ever woke up and didn’t know where you were? After my cyst removal surgery, I was confused for a moment or so. Do you own a Wii? Yep. Do you like to talk about yourself? Depends on with whom, the subject, and my mood. Has anyone ever called you conceited? No; I'm very much on the other end of the spectrum. Tattoos or piercings? I love both, but tats win. Have you ever had ants ruin your picnic? I’ve never had a picnic. At least that I remember. What’s the last gross movie/show/video you saw? Recently, I watched The Dark Den dissect his recently-deceased tarantula to figure out why she died. It was serious impaction, and it was disgusting. Would you rather live in a huuuge house or a little cozy one? A lil cozy one! Not TOO small, though. I'd feel claustrophobic. Have you ever blow dried something other then your hair? Maybe? What is your favorite piece of equipment at gyms? Treadmills. Do you have a tutor for anything? No. Does your sibling(s) have braces? My older sister did for a little while. Did you tell your last girlfriend/boyfriend that you love them? Yes. What was the last thing your parents got mad at you for? Apparently I somehow forgot to wipe crumbs off the kitchen counter. Have you ever had a bathing suit fall off of you while swimming? Not a suit, no, but when I wore bikinis and I jumped into the pool, it's happened before where my top would go up. I'd obviously fix it super quick. Do your pets have favorites? I'm absolutely Roman's favorite, but he loves Mom, too. I'm the only one who interacts with Venus. What’s the longest you’ve ever liked someone without telling them? A very long time. I had a big crush on Girt my freshman year, and some time after Jason, my crush for him came back, but he didn't ask me out until years later. Turns out we'd been friends just too long and the relationship felt too weird for me, so I broke up with him after I think... four months or so? We're still great friends. That's my bro. Did you prank anyone on April Fool’s Day? I never do anymore. I don't like pranks. What’s the sweetest thing a gf/bf can do to get you to forgive them? Changed behavior. Do you dislike when surveys ask to describe your underwear? Well, I'm almost always in my pajamas, sooo I generally don't even have any at that moment. Did you check to see how much fat/calories was in the last thing you ate? No. If the last person you kissed gave you roses, what would you do? Blush and thank her. Anything happened lately that you never expected to? "Never?" No. Are you the person you thought you’d be when you were younger? I'm a massive disappointment and embarrassment to that little girl. Are you a confrontational person, or the peacekeeper? I am absolutely a peacekeeper. I avoid confrontation like the plague. The last time you did something with BOTH of your parents was? They've been divorced since I was I think 17 and I am now 25, so... Do you like pumpkin pie? Absolutely not. Do you believe in any conspiracies? I am 100% sold on that the government had some involvement in 9/11. Look into the evidence - there is an overwhelming amount. There are others that I consider as possible, but no others do I absolutely believe. I'm around 50/50 on the simulation theory. Do you have a little sister? What’s her name? Yeah, Nicole. Have you ever changed yourself to impress someone? Who? Nah. Who was the last person you gave up on? Why did you give up on them? Colleen. We simply butted heads way too much, and she just had this volatile meanness towards others I couldn't watch anymore. What was the last thing you printed? Is there even ink in your printer? Probably a paper for when I was in school. I don't know if our printer does. Have you ever gotten your nails done? Or do you get them done regularly? Yeah, with Colleen and then another time with my sisters. It was really just to hang with them, though. It's not something I'm interested in. Have you been outside yet today? What were you doing? Nope. When was the last time you got a new bed? Is your bed comfy? Not since I was an older teen did I get Mom's bed, but it wasn't new. This was actually her parents' bed, too. Well I mean, the mattress obviously isn't that old, but the bed itself is pretty ancient. It's comfy enough. Do you remember the first time you ever drove a car? Who were you with? Yes: on the dead-end road that led to our old house. I was with Mom obviously and probably my sister, since I think I did it on the way home from school. Do any of your friends drink excess amounts of alcohol? Do you? Not to my knowledge. I definitely don't. Have you ever been in handcuffs? Why, exactly? Yes, because it's mandatory when being transported to a mental hospital. What’s your favorite thing to do when drunk? Would you do this sober? Never been drunk before. When was the last time you bled? What happened? Well it's my time of the month, so. Are you a fan of dogs? Do you have any pets? I love dogs, but don't currently have one as a pet. Mom's looking intently. How often do you bathe? I'm going to be completely transparent and say not as much as I should. Doing my hair is fine, but moving all around, bending and propping my legs up exhausts my legs so much that I avoid showers as long as I can take it or until I have to go somewhere. I want strength back in my body. So. Badly. Do you have any tattoos? What, where and why? I have six that I'm not all explaining, but locations: right upper arm, right inner wrist, left inner forearm, left upper arm, right collarbone, left breast. What do you wear to bed at home? Pajama pants and a tank top. What do you wear to bed when you're somewhere else? Pj pants, tank top, and usually a bra, depending on where I'm at and with who. Do you have any phobias? What? Why do you think you have this/them? I have a lot, but I'll discuss my strangest/strongest: pregnancy, maggots, parasites, and whale sharks. Pregnancy would be because a fetus is technically parasitic, and, to cover that topic, I'm just generally terrified of anything living in MY body. I also find it absolutely disgusting to see a baby move from the outside. I will actually scream if I see this, and that is not an exaggeration. I'm afraid of maggots (larva in general, really) because I think they're just disgusting, and I once brought something in from outside and put it in my dresser (idr why), and one day I opened it and reached in for something just to find lots of little larva squirming around. That's when it started. Now, whale sharks: it's literally because of World of Warcraft, hahaha. There's an underwater zone in the game where they roam as boss enemies, and their mouths look so weird and are actually a bit toothy. Irl, they just have mouths that are just way too big for my comfort. I know they're entirely harmless, but still. If you could ask God (to atheists - IF there was one) one question, what? "Why." Why so much evil, pain, and unfairness. Briefly describe your family. Kinda broken, but still loving and try to stay close. Big "ohana" mood: everyone's loyalty is endless. Where do you stand on the death penalty? For it in extreme cases. Where do you stand on wearing fur? Disgusting and horribly morbid unless for survival purposes in cold climates. Could you kill somebody? In self-defense, yes. What are your political beliefs (anarchy, communism, democracy etc.)? I just say I'm Independent. My beliefs stretch over so many titles; plus, I'm not very educated on all types and what they entail. What, if anything, WOULD you sacrifice your life for? To save those I love most. How would your ideal partner look? *shoves picture of Mark Fischbach in ur face* Would you ever have an affair? Nope. I'm telling you: pick me or leave me be. I'm not a side-chick. Would you ever have a one night stand? Also no. What one thing would you change in this world (free Tibet, abolish Sweden)? Honestly... probably abolish all militaries. I do not in the least support war, and it's just... sad to know countries stand ready to kill the moment they "need" to. Distrust seems to make the world go 'round. Sure, a country may try to rebuild them in secrecy, but that's a preeeetty big thing to succeed in keeping under wraps. "But what if a terrorist or something rises?" I'm quite sure we could handle that without an full-on army. Maybe I'm not well-informed on this topic, but I've just never supported military presence. I WANT TO MAKE IT CLEAR AS DAY, I have endless respect for veterans and aspiring soldiers, because I DO understand the mentality of wanting to protect your home, but yeah. I just wish it wasn't a thing. Would you ever choose a career or job where your life was at risk? Nope. Do you have any famous relatives? Ancestors, yes, and I have a distant cousin who wrote a fantastic book, if that counts. Are you a loyal member of any organizations? No. Desired weight: At MOST 140. :/ I'd like to be closer to 120, but I'll take 140. What are your opinions on marijuana legalization? Legalize it, but treat it similarly to alcohol, like prohibiting driving high, obviously. What do you think about tipping at restaurants? Tip a minimum, and THEN increase according to service quality. Are you addicted to anything? Soda. Would you ever get back together with any of your exes? Yes. Never mind what gender you ARE, what gender do you WANT to be? I'm a female and content with that. Do you ever feel ashamed revealing your age? Yes, considering how behind I am in just being an adult. What does your parents call you? Generally just "Britt." Mom occasionally still calls me "Twinkie." ;-; Has anyone ever threatened you with a knife? Wow, no. Do you ever watch The Simpsons? No. What’s the last thing to make you scream? Truly scream, a mix of depression and anger. I screamed into my pillow. Do you play games with boys/girls, like ‘hard to get’? I'm an adult. I'm a tease in some romantic situations, but "hard to get" is definitely the wrong term.

[madamsixx]

Beyond The Leather Chapter 30: I Want This To Work

Nikki's POV

Bob decided to just help me on my own instead of me going back to rehab. Fuck those people and all there God shit it wasn't for me. We spent 2 days cleaning out my closet and throwing all my syringes, drugs, and spoons away. I even called my grandparents for support. I really missed them. My Nona was sick so I couldn't talk to her but I did speak to Tom. I told him about Iman too. Hopefully I could bring her down to Idaho one day to meet them. Bob said I might want to look into hiring someone to make sure I stay clean. I'll do that when I'm ready.

Any ways, today Iman was coming over. We have been spending alot of time together since I left rehab and went over to her condo. I've been staying clean and we have been enjoying each others company. She did tell me though that we have to keep what ever it is that we have a secret. She didn't exactly say why, but for now I was picking her up down the street from her condo. It's funny how life works. When I first saw her in 1984 at the diner in New York I said to my self I've gotta have that girl. I have been chasing her around for years trying to win her over. And it just seemed like whenever I thought I had her it turns out that I didn't. But now look at us were getting along really well. She told me that she was going to come visit me at my place while I was getting clean but she wasn't able to come. However she always left me sweet messages to encourage me to stay positive and to let me know that she was thinking of me.

It was going to be her first time coming over to my place to hang out so I wanted everything to be perfect. I cleaned up the house from room to room and even tried polishing the floor. Her condo was always clean when ever I came over so I wanted my place to be up to her standards. The last time she came over was when they had they intervention. My place was a mess because I was throwing things around. So I had to impress her and show her that I keep my house in order. She's a princess and I have to treat her as such.

I didn't know how to cook so instead I just made little bolognese sandwiches hoping she would like them. I also went out earlier and bought cranberry juice. I had the pool cleaned to and the deck around it cause I wanted to go for a swim. Well actually I want to see her in a bikini. I never did forget that C magazine photo shoot. I showered twice and brushed my teeth to the point where my gums were bleeding. I wanted to make sure my mouth and body smelt good. I'm hoping that she would be open to us talking about me being her boyfriend. Ever since the night I nearly overdosed in London and saw her sleeping on the bed, something changed in me. I no longer wanted to just have sex with her. I wanted to have sex with her as her boyfriend. I want to make her mine and mine alone.

Iman's POV

Me and Nikki have been spending a lot of time together since I last saw him at my condo. He's been staying clean and we have been enjoying each others company. How ever I told him that we had to keep what ever we had a secret. I couldn't risk Tamara finding out. So on my days off when I didn't have any interviews or photoshoots I would tell Tamara that I was out with Rachel, Jade, and Mel. But mostly Rachel because she really liked her. He would pick me up down the street from the condo and we would head over to a cafe, watch movies, or just go for walks. I was going to be hanging out at his place today for the first time.

I finished one of my photo shoots and I had the limo drop me off at Nikki's place. He told me to bring my bikini because we were going for a swim. I pressed his buzzer and he opened the gate right away. I got out of the limo and he came out of his door holding his hands out for me to come and hug him. I ran into his arms and he kissed my forehead.

"Wow Nikki you really cleaned up." I said as I walked around his home. "I did." He smiled and crossed his arms.

I walked noticing that things were different. The two times I came here the place was a mess. He still had the whole gothic thing going on but that was Nikki he was just a doom and gloom kind of guy. I even noticed that the ground was polished. He's so cute, did he really want to impress me that much.

"So what do you think about my place?" He walked towards me wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I love your place Nik, it's definitely you." I chuckled.

"Ok so I got the pool ready if you want to change into your bikini in the washroom?"

"No I wore it underneath." I turned to look at him.

"Ok let's go." He intertwined his hand in mine and we walked to the back yard where his pool was. His backyard was huge and so was his pool. It was definitely better than the buildings condo that's for sure. I turned and watched as Nikki took of his shirt and through it on the ground. God he is so hot.

"See something you like doll." He said biting his lip and walking towards me.

I snapped out of my day dreaming of his body. "No but you'll see something that you like."

Nikki's POV

I watched as she slowly started taking off her clothes. She had curves that I have never seen on a woman before, she had long legs that I wanted wrapped around my body, and hips that I could hold onto while smashing my cock inside of her. She turned and walked slowly and seductively into the pool. I don't know how much longer I could control myself for. I wanted her very badly.

"See something you like?" She grinned devilishly at me.

"Yes." I said adjusting myself.

"Well then come in here rockstar." She raised a brow.

I wanted to come for sure, but not in the pool. I walked down my steps and swam over to her. I picked her up and she wrapped her arms and legs around me. We started kissing and I slipped my tounge into her mouth. I'm really hoping she considers me being her boyfriend.

Iman's POV

We both played around in the pool for a while and then got out to just sit and talk. Because Nikki didn't know how to cook he made sandwiches for the both of us to snack on he aslo went out to buy me cranberry juice. We layzed around for the rest of the day and I felt like this was the Nikki I used to know when we would meet each other at the cafe in 1984.

"Your pool is huge." I said as I leaned on his chest as he leaned on the beach chair. I was drinking cranberry juice while he was writing inside a booklet. "What are you writing rockstar?"

"I'm writing lyrics down princess. These are songs that are going to be on the next album." He says kissing my head.

"Will you let me read them?" I looked up at him. "Of course doll." He hands me the book and I start to read the lyrics on the paper.

Can't find my doctor My bones can't take the ache If ya dance with the devil Your day will come to pay

Downtown Fuel injected dreams Are bursting at the seams Am I in Persia Or am I just insane?

Downtown downtown One foot in the grave Such a foolish child For a date with death Sight the dotted line

I've been through hell And I've never goin' back

To dancing on glass Going way too fast Gonna burn and crash Valentine's in London Found me in the trash

"Wow this is deep Nikki. Is this about your drug use?" I questioned him.

"Yeah I felt like I wanted to write a song about it y'know. Especially cause I'm turning my life around and I don't want to go back to using again." He shrugged.

"Well I'm happy for you. I hope your happy too?" I turn to look at him.

"I am now." He looked at me and caressed my cheek. "So what are we?"

"Um what do you mean?" I asked with confusion.

"I mean what are we? Last time you came over to my place I asked to be your boyfriend and you didn't answer the question?" He sat up.

I turned away from him hoping that he wouldn't bring up that night. I wanted to make sure that he was really clean and stayed cleaned before I jumped into a relationship with him. Especially because if we got into a relationship then eventually I would have to tell my family and Tamara that me and Nikki were seeing each other.

"W...well I think we should take things slow dont you? I mean your only just getting clean and I just want to make sure you stay on the right path."

Nikki rolled his eyes and slowly pushed me forward. He got up and walked into his house. This was a tough situation we were in. Sure I really liked him and wanted to see where things could go between us. But at the same time I couldn't help but think that he was a heroin addict. He was literally shooting himself up. And that's a scary thing to know. I got off the chair to go and check up on him.

"Nikki!" I called to him as I entered his house.

I walked around and then heard the strumming of a guitar. I walked towards where the noise was coming from and opened his door a bit. I watched as he sat on the bed and started playing a tune on his base. He looked up at me and motioned for me to come in the room. I walked into the room and sat down in front of him. And smiled.

"Have you ever played on a guitar before?" He stopped playing.

"Never." He grinned at me. "Do you want to try?" I nodded my head and sat in front of him as he took off the guitar and placed it around me. He took my hands and placed it where it belonged on the guitar. He started using my hands to strum on it. I felt like I was in heaven and life was simple. At that moment there was no other place I wanted to be.

Nikki moved his hands from mine and moved back against the head board of his bed and leaned on it.

"Sixx what is it?" I sighed.

"I just feel like we should be more. I'm doing great and we spend a lot of time together. So what's the real problem?"

"Nikki." I sighed again. "For now I just want us to take things slow. Please." I pleaded.

I wasn't ready to actually admit to him that he would never be accepted into my life. I just needed time to figure all that out. But for now I just wanted to enjoy what we had.

"Ok we can go slow. But does that mean no sex?" He raised his brows.

"Yes it does. I'm not ready for that but we can kiss." I moved forward towards him and kissed his cheek. __

I woke up feeling Nikki's arm around me. I looked up at the time 12:20 am. "Oh no Nikki wake up!" I panicked and shook him. We watched TV series and movies till we ended up falling asleep.

"What..what?" He woke up groaning.

"You need to drop me home right now. Tamara will be wondering where I am." I got up and put my clothes back on and ran out of the room to put my shoes on. Nikki got up and came out after me putting on his shirt and boots. We got into his car and I told him to drop me off at the corner of the condo.

"You going to be ok?" He asked leaning in to kiss me. "Yeah I will I gotta go." I kissed him back and got out of the car.

"Wait doll." He got out of the car and walked towards me. "I want this work." He whispered to me. "Me too Nikki." I leaned in and kissed him again. I pulled away and ran into the Condo. I came out of the elevator and composed myself before going into the apartment. I took my keys out and unlocked the door. I slowly opened it up and poked my head in. I walked in and saw Tamara and Jess standing around the living room pacing around.

"Where the hell have you been?" Tamara yelled at me.

"Iman where have you been?" Jess exhaled deeply.

"I'm sorry I went out and forgot what time it was." I walked slowly towards her.

"So why didn't you call? You had us worried about you?" She yelled. "I had to call Jess to get her down here and try to find you?" She yelled again.

"I'm really sorry Tamara." I spoke calmly.

"Go to your room now!" She yelled again. "We'll talk about this tomorrow!"

I ran passed her into my room and shut the door. Tomorrow was going to be hell.

Nikki's POV

I walked into my closet digging around and looking for something. When I moved from Robbin Crosby's apartment, I had put a couple of papers that were important to me inside of certain boxes. I hadn't touched them since but now I felt like I could use one of the lyrics that I had written when I got Iman drunk and high at a party. I finally found the paper, I can't believe I wrote this when she was sleeping. But she really is the reason I can't sleep. I can use these lyrics for the the new album.

[calypsojune]

Calypso June Ortega -Twenty-Six - Barista at Ugly Mug Cafe/Social Media Influencer

Hello. I’m Kay. Est. She/Her. Here’s Callie. 

CHARACTER

faceclaim: Alex Steele

full name: Calypso “Callie” June Ortega

age: 26

birthday: march 15th, 1994

gender & pronouns: cis female & she/her

orientation: bisexual

occupation: Barista at Ugly Mug Cafe/Social Media influencer

birthplace: Beaver Cove, Nova Scotia

HEADCANONS:  TW: Death

Calypso was born in Beaver Cove. She was loved by her parents, though they didn’t really have much. Growing up was a struggle. They often lived from place to place, and usually ended up living in the car, or in a local shelter. It wasn’t ideal for her, but her parents did everything they could to make her a happy baby. 

DEATH TW: Their car wasn’t the best. In fact, it was a real piece of shit, and had a ton of problems. After driving late at night trying to get back to the shelter that had been staying at, the engine stalled and they ran off the road causing it to crash. Both her birth parents passed away, but Callie survived. Callie was four. END TRIGGER.

One of five children in the Ortega family. Calypso was adopted by two beautiful mamas. She was very shy at first when she arrived but after a while came out of her shell.

Older brother and sister, as well as a younger brother. “Twin” sister the same age as her, Lake.

She has a fairly good relationship with her family. Especially her sister. The girls grew up close, and haven’t really separated much. 

She became an instagram influencer after Beaver Cove became super popular due to the waters. She has about 21k followers, and uses her platform wisely, as well as posting a ton of bikini pics. WHOOPS.

She’s a Barista at Ugly Mug Cafe, and basically just likes it for the people. She doesn’t necessarily need the money as she does advertisements for instagram. But the locals are fun to hang out with, and it’s usually either tourists, or people she’s grown up with so it’s always a good time. 

She has a great personality, and she’s super bubbly. Probably always has a smile on her face, and super genuine. Will talk to whoever walks in the door.

Hopeless fucking romantic. She grew up seeing her moms in love, and that’s what she wants. Will literally give you her heart, and if you break it, she’d probably break your face or find your tinder and report it.

She’s also super loyal to her friends and family. 

Questions:

Was your character born and raised here? If so- why haven’t they left town? If not- what brought them to town?

Born and raised. She never really had a reason to leave. She enjoys it here, even though the drownings are weird

How does your character feel about the drownings? Do they think it’s accidental thing or a conspiracy? Please explain position.

She definitely thinks it’s a conspiracy. Something must be happening. Callie definitely listens to Lake’s podcasts as soon as they’re out, so she’s very obsessed with the whole ordeal.

What is your character’s favourite thing or place about or around town? And why?

Honestly? Calypso loves the water. She enjoys going to the beach and the pool. She also truly likes Pins and Needles, the bowling alley. It’s one of her favorite spots growing up as a child, and it has sentimental value.

What is the first thing someone notices about your character?

The dimples and her smile. For sure. She also has a nice body and knows it.

CONNECTIONS:

friends - she’s been here her whole life

enemies - maybe people who are jealous? high school bullies? frenemies?

roommate - my girl needs a roommate

flirtationship - she’s a huge flirt, and will probably immediately give you her heart

hook up - could be from high school, could be recently? give me the angst

tinder date - someone she met on tinder, and had a few dates with

exes - I love the awkwardness, so please throw that at me

[badchoosey]

Red Carpet Diaries, Book One. Chapter 1: Hello, Hollywood!

The limo rumbles gently underneath you as it rolls up to the theater. You can hear the chatter of the crowd outside. 

Jester: (No matter how many times I do this… it never gets old.)

With a deep breath, you throw open the door… And step out onto the red carpet! People clap, lights flash, and voices call your name!

Fan: We love you, Jester!

Fan2: You’re the best, Jester!

You walk forward with a smile and a wave. One reporter waves you down…

Pippa Majors: Jester! Jester! Pippa Majors, Fashion Network… can I have a word?

Jester: Of course, Pippa! You’re looking as radiant as ever!

Pippa Majors: Well, I’ve got nothing on you! You’re absolutely stunning! How are you feeling about the premiere of your latest film?

Jester: Who cares? I’m just here for the after-party! I heard they’ve got trained penguins serving the cocktails!

Pippa Majors: Ha! There’s the Jester we all know and love! I have to say, you have quite the crowd here! I’m pretty sure I’m looking at all of Hollywood’s A-list!

You turn back around, and even now, it’s a little hard to believe just how many incredible people you see. There’s legendary movie star Chris Winters, brilliant director Thomas Hunt, and your all-time hero, legendary actress Victoria Fontaine!

You turn back to Pippa with a smile.

Jester: Yeah… it’s pretty amazing. 

Pippa Majors: I’ll let you go, but one more question first….

Jester: Of course!

Pippa Majors: You’ve built up an incredible career in the last few years… broken all box office records… Won three Best Actress awards… started an acclaimed clothing line… and even released a chart-topping album!

Jester: What can I say, Pippa? I’m prolific!

Pippa Majors: So I just have to ask… is it true there’s a special someone in your life? Has Jester finally found love?

Jester: I… I…

A rough jolt snaps you out of your dream! You wake up to find yourself on a coach seat in a crowded plane, arriving in LA. 

Pilot: Welcome to Los Angeles, where the local weather is 75 degrees and sunny… pretty much always! From this Des Moines based crew, thanks for flying with us. Enjoy your stay!

Jester: (Oh…. just a dream… But hey, as far as dreams go… not bad!)

You make your way out of LAX Airport into the bright California sun. 

Jester: I can’t believe I’m really here… Hollywood… 

A car horn grabs your attention. Across the street you spot an expensive convertible, and the man driving it is waving… at you!

Chazz: Hey beautiful!

It’s Chazz, an old friend from high school, now a Hollywood agent!

Jester: Chazz? Wow… You’re really giving me the star treatment!

Chazz: Hey, around here, it’s not just ‘dress for the job you want’. You gotta drive for it too!

Jester: Let me guess, you’re applying for… millionaire playboy?

Chazz: Perpetually.

You climb into Chazz’s convertible, and the two of you take off down the streets of LA. 

Chazz: So! I want to hear everything that’s going on with you. 

Jester: Besides moving to Hollywood and trying to make my dreams come true?

Chazz: Aren’t we all? So dish-a-lish… what are those dreams? What are you hoping to do now that you’re in Hollywood?

Jester: I want what everybody wants.

Chazz: Money? Fame? A pool full of cabernet that you can just sorta soak in?

Jester: No, dummy. To fall in love!

Chazz: Oh my god. You are PERFECT for this town. Even your dreams sound like something out of a movie! We are so on the same page. It’s totally decided already. I’m representing you!

Jester: Really? But you haven’t even seen me audition! I’m pretty sure the last time you saw me act was our class production of Oklahoma… where I was ‘Cowgirl #3’. 

Chazz: I still remember you in that… an adorable dorky sophomore with braces and a huge crush on Mark Pomodoro…

Jester: Like you were any better… a loud-mouthed senior attention-hog with an even bigger crush on Mark Pomodoro…

Chazz: And to think… he chose Jenna Tromboli over both of us.

Jester: No accounting for taste.

You reach over and squeeze Chazz’s hand. 

Jester: For real, though, Chazz… your friendship got me through the hardest years of high school. 

Chazz: Right back atcha… which is precisely why I’m offering you representation, no audition needed! Besides, you’d be doing me a favor. Every agent wants to be representing the hottest new actress in town, after all!

Jester: Chazz, that sounds too good to be true. Don’t you think that’s aiming a little high? I can’t be the only wannabe actress in this town. 

Chazz: You don’t think I can pull it off?

Jester: Of course I think you can do it! I just don’t want to let you down!

Chazz: Oh, if that’s all, then we have nothing to worry about. You could never let me down, Jester!

Jester: Thanks, Chazz! That makes me feel better. 

Chazz: What are friends for?

Chazz turns onto a winding drive lined with palm trees. At the end is the biggest, most luxurious manor you’ve ever seen! He parks and walks around to help you out of the sports car. 

Jester: Is this your house?

Chazz: Well, I don’t like to brag…

Jester: This place is… alright, I guess.

Chazz: Oh come on. I know you’re impressed. We grew up in the same town, Jester. Where the most impressive building was the Corn and Corn products museum. 

Jester: You think this compares to CaCPM? Seems a little meh after the glories of ‘the hall of seed varietals.’

Chazz: Can’t argue with that!

Chazz walks confidently through the door. Inside, the manor is even more opulent. Framed movie posters line the walls. The two of you wander through the entrance hall, peering at each one. 

Jester: Wow, is that poster for Kingmaker signed by the entire cast? That movie was huge!

Chazz: What can I say, I’ve got a nose for a hit. 

Jester: Oh, and The Warmest Winter! I have always adored Victoria Fontaine. 

Chazz: She’s brilliantissimo. One of the best. 

Jester: I haven’t seen her in anything for a while though…

Chazz: Yeah, well, the shine can come off anything around here. 

Chazz’s phone rings. 

Chazz: Damn, I have to take this. Why don’t you check out the grounds and meet me back here in a few minutes?

Jester: The grounds? How very ‘to the manor born’ of you. 

Chazz rolls his eyes and answers his phone, pointing down a hallway that leads to the back of the mansion. 

Dozens of beautiful people lounge on chairs or float in the water, drinks in hand. 

Jester: Wow…

Feeling starstruck, you turn back to a sleek, fully-stocked bar. 

Waiter: Mimosa, miss?

A waiter offers you a tray filled with champagne flutes. You smile and pluck one off the edge. 

Jester: Uh, thank you. 

He walks off towards a cluster of women in bikinis dangling their legs in the pool. Feeling awkward, you lean against the bar and sip your drink. As you do, you notice a movie poster framed under the bar of ‘The Devil’s Canyon’ with Matt Rodriguez…

Jester: (The biggest action movie of last summer… and Matt Rodriguez was amazing in it…)

Guy’s Voice: Excuse me… 

You turn to say hello to whoever has joined you at the bar….

Matt: Could I get a gin and tonic?

It’s Matt Rodriguez! From the poster! In the flesh! And totally shirtless.

Matt flashes his multimillion-dollar smile at you and reaches for his drink. Somehow it makes his abs look even more cut. 

Matt: I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Matt. 

You smile politely and sip your drink. 

Jester: I’m Jester. NIce to meet you… Matt, right?

Matt: Yes. Matt. Matt Rodriguez. You… haven’t heard of me?

Jester: I’m not sure. Should I have?

Matt: Wow, uh… no. I guess there’s no reason you should have. It’s frankly refreshing to meet someone who hasn’t. 

Jester: Well, then you’re welcome for the refreshment… but I have to be honest. I was just playing around. I’ve definitely heard of you. I mean, there are literally posters of you all over the house. 

Matt: Oh, right. I kinda… try to tune those out. Kudos on your acting chops, though. You actually had me going there. 

You give him a quick half-bow. 

Matt: So, I haven’t seen you around before. New in town?

Jester: Just flew in this morning, actually. Kind of hard to believe I was in Iowa less than twelve hours ago…

Matt: Time flies when you’re flying, right?

Jester: Hold up… did you just reference the theme song to Pegasus Squad?

Matt: … Maybe?

Jester: The obscure Canadian kid’s show about a gang of high schoolers who turn into magical space pilots? Because I’m like 95% certain I’m the only one who ever watched it. 

Matt: Well, you clearly weren’t the only one, because I loved it as a kid. 

Jester: Matt Rodriguez is a Pegasus Squad fanboy. You do know I’m going to blast this all over the Internet, right?

Matt: Dear god, no! Tumblr will eat me alive!

The two of you share a laugh, his eyes sparkling softly in the warm light. 

Jester: So… is there a special occasion why everyone’s hanging out here? I feel like I’m crashing the party. 

Matt: See, you’d have to be unwelcome to crash. And I’m having way too much fun talking to you for that to be the case. 

Jester: I’ll consider that my official invitation, then. 

Matt: But no, there’s no occasion. My agent lives here, and he has kind of an open-door policy. He thinks a lot of beautiful people hanging around his house all day is good for business. 

Jester: This is your agent’s house? We must have the same agent!

Matt: Well, that’s lucky. 

Jester: Yeah?

Matt: I want as many excuses to run into you as possible. Not every day you meet another Pegasus Squad fan!

Just then, a pair of voices shouts your way from the far side of the pool. 

Chris Winters: Hey, Rodriguez! C’mere, I need to settle a bet. 

Thomas Hunt: Lose a bet, you mean. 

Chris Winters: Me? Never. 

Matt: Sorry, I think that’s my cue. Hunt only gets more cranky if you make him wait. 

Jester: We wouldn’t want that. 

Matt: I’ll see you again, though, won’t I?

Jester: If you’re lucky. 

Matt flashes you one last smile and walks over to his friends. 

Jester: (Chris Winters, Thomas Hunt, and Matt Rodriguez? Am I sure I’m not still dreaming?)

You finish your drink and walk back through the house to find Chazz. You’re too fizzy with excitement to stand still any more. He’s just finished his call. 

Chazz: Perfect timing as usual. Did you like the pool?

Jester: Like it? It was stunning. But you’ve been holding out on me. 

Chazz: What?

Jester: How could you not tell me that Matt Rodriguez in your client? I’d have come out here way sooner if I’d known you could introduce me to him!

Chazz: Oh… well I… It’s not something I like to brag about. 

Jester: You have clearly changed since high school then. The Chazz I knew would have tattooed it on his forehead!

Chazz: Ha. Yeah. Listen, we… uh… should probably get going…

Jester: Why? Your house is so nice, I thought we could hang out a little longer…

Chazz: Yeah… about that… you see… I…. 

Just then a man in a perfectly tailored suit bursts into the entryway. He storms over to Chazz and sticks a finger in his chest. 

Man: Took you long enough, Chazz. I was ready to tell the police you’d stolen my Bentley. 

Chazz: Sorry, boss. You know LA traffic. 

Jester: (‘Boss’?)

Chazz’s Boss: Don’t let it happen again. Time is money, and you’ve wasted too much of mine already today.

Chazz: Yes, sir. 

Chazz’s Boss: And who’s this?

Jester: Oh, I’m… I’m Jester sir. 

Chazz’s Boss: And what are you doing in my home?

Jester: Your home?

Chazz: Jester, this is my boss, John Castle, head of Castle Agency. He was kind enough to let me borrow his car to pick you up. 

Jester: Oh, well… thank you. I appreciate it. And I’m excited to be joining the Castle team. 

John Castle: And why the ell would I want someone so hopelessly generic?

Jester: … What?

John Castle: Let me guess, Chazz told you he’d turn you into the next big thing?

Jester: Well…

John Castle: He probably didn’t tell you that he’s the most junior agent we have. We leave him in charge of… 

Castle grimaces.

John Castle: Internet stars. 

Jester: Look, I don’t know about Chazz. I just know I want to make my mark somewhere a little more… impressive. 

Chazz’s face falls. 

Chazz: … Right. 

Jester: Look. The Castle Agency’s clout can only help me, no matter who I sign with. 

John Castle: I don’t know what bus stop of 24-hour diner Chazz found you in, but I’d recommend you lower your aspirations. That, or get very used to waitressing. 

Chazz: Sir, with all due respect… you’re wrong about Jester. She’s the real deal. The next big thing. She’s going to light this town up. I know it. 

John Castle: And I know that you’re one bad day away from being fired. And getting closer by the minute. 

Mr. Castle’s phone rings. He raises a finger at the two of you and puts the phone to his ear. 

John Castle: Can you at least manage to show yourself out? Or will I have to stare at that eyesore you call a vehicle indefinitely?

Chazz: We were just leaving. Thank you again for letting me borrow your car, it was--

Castle turns on his heel and starts barking into the phone. 

John Castle: He what? For the last time, Celeste, he’s a glorified sitcom star! He doesn’t get to demand anything, much less a bigger part! You tell him that if he bothers me one more time, he’s donezo! DONE! ZO!

Castle stalks away. Defeated, Chazz leads you out to his actual car, a beat-up old clunker with a dented fender and one window covered in duct tape. 

Jester: Yikes. 

Chazz: It’s not as pretty, but I promise it still does the job. 

Jester: Right…

Chazz speeds out of the driveway, obviously eager to be away from his boss. 

Jester: So… that wasn’t your house. And that wasn’t your car. And you’re … a junior agent?

Chazz: Technically, all true. 

Jester: You lied to me?

Chazz: I prefer the term ‘tactically misled’. 

Jester: God, this is so you. It’s just like sophomore year when you promised everyone you’d get us into a college party… but the best you could do was a lecture on macroeconomics!

Chazz: I’m sorry, okay! I screwed up. 

Jester: I just don’t understand why. I’d already signed with you. What did you have to gain?

Chazz: Look… I’m not exactly living the dream out here. I sleep in a crappy apartment, my car’s a clunker, and I haven’t had a date in six months. But… when I talked to you… I just… I couldn’t bear to share that. 

Chazz lets out a long sigh. 

Chazz: I just didn’t want you to think I was a loser, Jester. Everyone else already does. 

Jester: I’ll give you one more chance. 

Chazz: Really?

Jester: Really. But you have to be honest with me from now on. I expect nothing less from my agent. 

Chazz: So… you’re not firing me?

Jester: Of course, dummy. Just don’t lie to me again, otherwise I will show your boss that photo of you during your ill-advised emo phase. 

Chazz: I promise, I won’t! Anything but that!

Before long, Chazz pulls you up in front of a run-down looking concrete building. 

Chazz: TA-DA! Welcome to your new home-sweet-home! I know, I know, it’s not exactly a mansion… but I promise you’ll love it once you get used to it. 

Jester: Do people really get used to Soviet Bloc architecture?

Chazz: Think of it this way. Maybe you could use it as motivation?

Jester: For what?

Chazz: For ‘getting enough work to move out of this craptastic apartment.’

Jester: Sounds like I’ll be studying The Method whether I like it or not, huh?

Chazz: I’ve always liked to go above and beyond for my clients. Speaking of which, I went ahead and set up a bunch of the stuff you mailed out. Nothing slows down a big Hollywood debut like unpacking, right?

Jester: Thanks, Chazz. 

Chazz pops the trunk, and helps you with your bag. He leads you up to a depressing beige door, the number half falling off, and hands you the keys. 

Chazz: Alright, I’ve gotta dash, but I’ll call you soon. And seriously, I can’t wait to work together. We’re gonna do great things. 

Jester: … Right.

You’re just heading into the building when you hear a wobbly voice from behind you. 

Old Lady: Oh my! It pours off you in waves! It’s a veritable miasma!

Jester: I’m sorry, who are you?

Old Lady: They call me… Gloria the Glittering… But you can just call me Gloria. I’m your neighbor. 

Jester: Nice to meet you, Gloria. Now what exactly was I… miasming?

Gloria: Why stardom, my dear. You glow with its mystical aura. Unless you’re oozing it. It’s rather hard to tell with auras, you know. 

Jester: An aura of stardom? That’s ridiculous. Pretty sure those auras you’re seeing are just smog. 

Gloria: The third eye is never wrong! And besides, they took care of the smog years ago. Trust me, this is stardom. 

Jester: Do you tell this to all the girls who move into the building, Gloria?

Gloria: Oh, heavens no. Only the ones who might one day thank me in an awards speech. 

Gloria whisks away in a cloud of perfume and grandiosity. Alone again, you open the door to your apartment. You walk inside, set your bags on the floor, and take a deep breath. 

Jester: I guess this is it. Maybe Chazz was hoping to provide a ‘struggling young actress’ story to tell down the line?

The apartment is definitely a bit run down, but clean and bright, with a huge window and… A live raccoon?

Jester: Dear god why?! AHHHHHHHHH!

Raccoon: SKREEEE!

The raccoon runs into an open cupboard, knocking several pots and pans over on its way. 

Jester: Great! How do I disinfect my dishes for rabies?

Just then, a man’s head pops around your open door. 

Guy: Hey, is uhh… everything alright in here?

Jester: Oh, it’s peachy. You know, except for the live raccoon in my apartment. 

Guy: Ah, so you’ve met Rocket, huh? He’s kind of a fixture around here. Back in a shortly!

He dashes out the door, reappearing a few minutes later with a giant cooler and a half-eaten bag of chips sitting on top. 

Jester: Were you planning on inviting him to a barbecue?

Guy: Only if he’s bringing the beers. 

The guy sets the cooler down nearby, pries off the lid, sprinkles some chips in the bottom, then tilts the cooler on its side. 

Guy: I figured this trick out a little while back. Works way better than flailing around wildly, which was my previous go-to. 

After a few minutes, the raccoon sneaks out, grabs a chip… then hops into the cooler for the rest! The guy slams the cooler lid over the top, tilting it upright and locking it in place with the handles in one swift motion. 

Guy: If you want me to turn him back into a prince, that’ll be an extra $20. 

Jester: I’ll pass. 

Guy: Alright, but you owe me a bag of chips. 

You follow the guy as he takes the cooler out onto the front lawn, unlocks the handles, and knocks off the top. Within minutes, the raccoon has scampered off into the nearby dumpster. 

Jester: That was amazing! I can’t thank you enough… Mysterious Stranger?

Seth: Seth. I live across the hall. 

He extends his hand. You shake it. 

Jester: I’m Jester. 

Seth: Nice to meet you. 

He squints, taking you in. 

Seth: Let me guess… Fresh out of Ohio… dreams of stardom… and a poster of Matt Rodriguez on the ceiling of your childhood bedroom?

Jester: You’ve got it all wrong. I’m from Iowa. 

Seth: Ooooh, I stand corrected! As a fellow flyover-zone transplant, let me welcome you to fair Los Angeles, City of Angels…

Jester: And home invasion by rodents!

Seth: I see you’ve already gotten the tour. 

Jester: Just the highlights. And thank you. I’m pretty sure I’d have been spending my first night in town getting a rabies vaccination without you. 

Seth: The rabies clinic is on my top-five list of greatest LA hotspots… But… if you’re looking for something closer, I know a little place that’s worth checking out… 

Jester: Oh?

Seth: Here’s the pitch… A six pack of craft beer… sparkling conversation…. And the best view in the city. What do you say?

Jester: Is that where you take all the girls you rescue from raccoons?

Seth: Nope. Just the pretty ones. 

Jester: That sounds great and all but I really need to start unpacking. Would you take a raincheck?

Seth: Sure, but only if you take some advice, Iowa. 

Jester: What’s that?

Seth: Call it a ‘suncheck.’ Didn’t you know it never rains here?

Jester: Thank goodness I have you to show me the ropes. 

A little while later… you’re busy organizing the kitchen when there’s a sudden pounding on your door!

Jester: Who’s there?

Chazz: It’s me! Open up! Open uuuuuuuup!

You open the door and Chazz rushes in, practically bouncing off the walls. 

Jester: You are a veritable miasma of energy right now. 

Chazz: I don’t know what that means, and I don’t care! I have the BEST. NEWS. EVER! I don’t know what kind of magic you worked by the pool… But you just got us both invited to Matt Rodriguez’s birthday party!

Jester: Wait, are you kidding? I thought I made a total fool of myself!

Chazz: Apparently not, because Matt specifically asked that you be there. Are you fainting? Because I’m fainting. Don’t faint, btdubs. He’ll never let me in without your gorgeousness on my arm. 

Jester: This party, it’s… a big deal?

Chazz: The biggest. VIP central. Networking nirvana. The perfect chance to make the biggest Hollywood splash. Put on your best dress, babe… We are going out in STYLE!

[tmntstorystopnsfw]

Through thick and thin part 8

Eventual X rating

As it turned out, Shannon was available, having just finished Sunday brunch with her parents. It was her SUV that they all packed into, the turtles in the back seats and Dee in the front so no one would see the four huge mutants. They drove a couple of hours to get out to the country to a place the turtles had discovered years ago.

“This is really cool.” Shannon said as their short hike through the woods ended in a deep and clear spring pool that fed a creek.

“Last one in’s a rotten egg!” Mikey yelled, bolting for the water.

“Not fair!” Dee yelled back as she tried to hurriedly strip out of her shirt and jean shorts. For once though, she wasn't the only one who had to do so. Shannon was right next to her, struggling to get out of the tee shirt that had caught on one of her earrings. Dee laughed and helped her unhook it before they took off to the swimming hole together. The water was deliciously cool and the girls came back up laughing.

“Sorry about my super pale skin. I'm sure I'm reflecting light.” Dee said a while later as they basked in the sun on the dry rocks at the edge of the swimming hole. The guys were taking turns swinging into the water off of the rope swing tied to a tree. They were whooping and laughing as they displayed impressive acrobatics before splashing into the water.

“You’re fine.” Shannon said. “Nothin’ a little sun can't fix.”

“It does feel amazing.” Dee sighed, resting her head on her folded arms and enjoying the warming rays on her back.

“I know. I don't get to relax like this very often.” Shannon replied.

“Work keep you busy?” Dee asked.

“If it's not work, it’s my family or my friends. I feel like I'm always running.” She answered.

“I know how that is.” Dee said.

Shannon rolled to her side, propping her head op on her hand. “What line of work are you in?”

“Physical therapy.” She answered. “It's a pretty good job and I love my patients but sometimes it feels like all I do is work.”

“Same.” Shannon nodded. “It's hard turning down shifts when you know they need you.”

“One day maybe we’ll be better off and we’ll have some time to ourselves.” Dee said.

“Raph says you make pottery. Can't you just do that?” She asked.

“I could but it would really fuck up my hands. The clay dries them out and if I do a lot of pieces in a short amount of time, they crack and bleed and it really just sucks. Besides, I worked hard to get to where I am. I like my job, I just wish I had a little more free time.”

Shannon nodded, her eyes traveling over to watch the boys playing in the water. “I feel bad for them.” She said.

Dee’s eyes came open and she rolled and sat up so she could see what Shannon was looking at. The boys seemed to be having a great time. “Why?” She asked.

“It must be hard to live underground, figuratively and literally. I couldn't imagine a life where I couldn't go wherever I wanted whenever I wanted. Could you imagine what it would be like to have to sneak out just to feel the sun on your face?” She replied.

Dee thought about what she had said and admitted to herself that she hadn't thought of it that way. She was right. Knowing the freedom she had to be with humans, she couldn't say she would be okay if she suddenly couldn't anymore. “I don't really think it bothers them so much just because it's always been this way for them.” She said. “I do wish they had a better home though. Living in the sewers isn't something anyone would pick willingly.”

“You picked it willingly.” Shannon pointed out.

“I know, but that's because I want to live with them. They make it worth it.”

“Why live with them?” She asked Dee. “Why not just rent a nearby apartment and visit like April does?”

“I'm saving money this way.” Dee said. “Besides, I really like that someone’s usually just down the hall if I need them.”

“I wish I had Raph right down my hallway.” Shannon said. “I’d need him every night if you know what I mean.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

Dee chuckled, though she couldn't help but flush a little at the implication. “You want him in your bed huh? You know we’re all virgins right?”

“Even you?” She asked. Dee blushed even deeper and nodded. “Why? How old are you?”

“I’m twenty-three and really that's not the point. I was really shy in high school and in college I was working so hard on getting my degree. There were dates and parties but there was just never anyone that measured up I guess.” She shrugged. “I don't just want to do it to get it over with either. I want it to be with someone special.”

“No shame in that.” Shannon said. “It's good to have a standard and stick to it. I’m curious though, if say Leo or Donnie wanted to would you do it?”

Dee’s eyes wandered over to where Donnie was climbing out of the water, dripping wet and glistening in the sun. “Leo told me he thinks Donnie and I would be a good match.” She admitted.

“So you would hop into bed with him?” Shannon asked.

Dee fiddled with the strap of her bikini top. “I… don't really know how I feel about it.” She said.

“You think he’s hot?” She asked.

“Yes.” She said. “But there have been a lot of hot men in my life and I think all of the turtles are good looking.”

“So what is it about Donnie that has you hesitating?” She asked.

“I don't want to ruin anything between us. I don't want him wanting me just because I'm the only one available.” She said.

“He could ask any girl on the police force for a date.” She pointed out.

“He said police girls weren't his type.” She shot back.

“We have secretaries, forensic scientists, HR reps, and janitorial staff. Not to mention not all police girls are the same. Sounds like an excuse to me.” Shannon said.

“You’re right. Maybe I should suggest that to him.” Dee mused.

“Are you deliberately trying to sabotage any chance you have with him?” She asked.

“You know what, if he asks me on a date then I will go on one with him but I want him to know he has other options. I really think he should try a date with someone else too. Maybe get to talking to some of the other women at the station. I think he’s just really shy or maybe he’s just oblivious. I'm not sure. Do you think any of your coworkers would want to try a date with him?” She asked.

“The turtles are like the biggest girl topic in the station. I guess there's just something about massive, well muscled, masked, ninja mutants. People are curious. I know a few women who would jump at the chance.” She said.

“You should try to get some of them talking to him.” She said.

“If you say so.” Shannon said. Their conversation ended abruptly as the turtles came to bask in the sun alongside their female companions.

The day had been a great one, Raph reflected as he crouched on the edge of a building, patrolling for any sign of criminal activity, especially in the form of the foot clan. They had gotten to swim all day almost. Raph had even managed to get Shannon alone in the branches of a towering tree to watch the sun set. They didn't see much of the sunset as Shannon had eagerly wrapped herself around him and kissed him silly. He was really starting to appreciate this making out thing. She had promised him another date that coming Thursday, as she had that day off before her weekend to work. He spotted a drug deal going down on the corner and reported it to the police along with a license plate number. He only ever interfered in crimes where someone was being victimized. The drug deals could be taken care of by the police without him risking too much exposure.

For most of the night he patrolled the streets, communicating with his brothers via radio but as the sky began to lighten, he decided to call it quits. There was no sign of the foot that night. He swung by April and Casey’s place, peaking into the windows to make sure his Niece and Nephew were fast asleep. He had learned a long time ago not to check into April and Casey’s room. He had only had to catch them doing it once before he vowed to never look again. All was well there and so he decided to head for home but he found himself dropping onto the fire escape outside of Shannons window. Her light was off. He knew she was working second shift today. She probably wouldn't be up for a while. He watched her sleep for just a little while before finally heading home to get some sleep himself.

Dee rolled over in her sleep, restless in her dream. She was dreaming of their day in the sun. Soon, everyone else faded away and it was only her and Donnie in the water. He had her pressed back against the rocks, her legs wrapped around his shell and her arms wrapped around his neck as his lips pressed against hers. Cool hands ran over her skin. She jerked awake, almost as if her subconscious didn't want the dream going any further. She laid back against her pillows when she realized she was home in her own bed. She sighed. Her mind was being overactive, that was for sure. Maybe her feelings about him were a little more than what she felt for the others.

Leo wandered into Donnie’s lab where he was watching some YouTube video. Donnie looked up, surprised to see Leo. “Expecting someone else?” Leo asked with a grin.

Donnie paused the video. “What's up?” He asked, ignoring Leo’s question.

“I'm curious.” Leo said. “How do you feel about Dee?”

Donnie looked shocked. “She’s a really good friend.” Donnie answered.

“Is that all?” Leo said. “You don't think about her as more than that?”

“Where is this coming from?” Donnie asked.

“Just answer the question.”

Donnie rubbed his neck a little self consciously. “I can't say I’ve never thought of her like that.” He admitted.

“Maybe you should ask her out.” Leo said.

Donnie sputtered. “Are you crazy?” He asked.

“You guys hang out all the time. Why not?” Leo asked.

“She probably sees us as brothers!” Donnie said. “I don't think she’d see any of us in that light.”

“Shannon told Raph that Dee finds us attractive.” Leo said, shooting down donnie’s argument.

“Really?” Donnie asked.

“Yeah. Just think about it. If Shannon wants to make out with Raph, maybe Dee wants to make out with you.” He said and then promptly left.

Donnie stared after him for a minute, his mind racing, trying to figure out what he should do, or if he should do anything at all. He turned back to his computer but wasn't really able to get anything done the rest of the day.

[sombytaco]

Homestuck Pool Party Headcanons

John: Canonballs in IMMEDIATELY, he is yelling and he is fucking excited move out of the way this boy is coming through!! Also, because he has a breath aspect I am 413% certain that he can stay underwater for indefinite amounts of time and you can bet your ass he’s going around grabbing people’s feet to freak them out. He and Terezi have a contest to see who can make the most people jump, I will not say who wins I will only say that it is unfortunate for everyone involved. He and Dave are an unstoppable chicken team, they have never lost and will do Whatever It Takes to make sure that remains true.

Dave: Is just chillin, he cares more about keeping his shades dry than swimming around. He will go hard as hell in Marco Polo tho, if you thought he was too cool to jump at the nearest person faster than the speed of light you were wrong buddy he will do what it takes to WIN. Also, when he is the Marco he will (unfairly) target Karkat. This is frustrating. “I’m not even being that loud” Karkat protests for the umpteenth time Dave tags him. “Bullshit” everyone else says, but there’s still a rule that Dave can’t tag Karkat more than five times in a row because really Dave we know you love hearing him yell but Enough Please.

Karkat: Is Bad At Marco Polo. He is so loud. My son. Please. Is very hesitant to get into the water at first bc he’s sensitive to the cold and would rather angrily sweat than deal with the initial shock of getting in. Dave will patiently chill nearby until Karkat is ready, or Dave decides that Karkat is ready in which he will absolutely drag him in. Karkat does not know how to swim so he won’t go past the shallow end, and considering how short he is, uh, that’s not very much of the pool. Dave has to carry him sometimes which he complains about A Lot but secretly kind of likes it whoops. Karkat and Sollux are the shittiest chicken team, Karkat is too afraid of falling in to have any sort of effective strategy and Sollux is like “Karkat just push him” and sort of plows into the other team which just leads to Karkat screeching and nothing gets done.

Roxy: LOVES SWIMMING WITH HER FRIENDS!!! Real people?? That she’s hanging out with?? And you KNOW she’s excited to wear that cute as fuck bikini she alchemized months ago ‘just in case’ ;) ;) ;). After years of knowing Jane and her silly prankster shenanigans, John will absolutely not get the drop on her no sir, he tries to grab her foot she will raise that leg and pull the boy out of the water and give him the Mom Look™. This is war. John will not win. She loves being with Jane and Roxy and her boys!! She is just full of so much love it’s incredible. She deserves this so much.

Calliope: Doesn’t know much about swimming or why humans (and trolls ish) find it so enjoyable, but Roxy is excited so she is too! Interestingly enough, cherubs Do Not Float. Roxy is waving a nervous Callie into the pool and she’s coming down the ladder and once it gets to her chin everyone expects her to do something but no, she makes it to the bottom of the pool and just walks like normal over to where Roxy is. The water level comes up to just below her nose and she has to tilt her head back to speak. “Like this?” She asks excitedly, ‘uh,,, yeah,,,like that’ everyone responds nervously, giving big smiles and thumbs up because they don’t want to disappoint her.

Jade: A master swimmer, she and Jake grew up on an island in the middle of the goddamn pacific my girl knows how to GO. No one realized how fucking ripped Jade was. Jade is ripped as heck. She’s got back and shoulder muscles like an absolute goddess and everyone is like holy shit? Jade? Have you been benching pumpkins all these years? She likes chilling with Jane and Roxy and Calliope because she has been longing for some gals to hang with forever. Not that she doesn’t love Rose, she does, it’s just, they have such differing personalities and anyways it’s kind of hard being around her and Kanaya bc they’re so cute it makes your teeth hurt.

Rose: She and Kanaya have matching floppy sun hats, they love laying out in the sun because Kanaya is a little nervous around water thanks to a certain sea-dweller *cough* eridan *cough*. Rose doesn’t mind, her swimsuits are more for show than swim anyways. She’s got some really cool and intricate goth-y ones and some nice lighthearted pastel ones, an orange and yellow fancy one-piece and a frilly lavender one. Rose has a new appreciation for sunlight but still religiously applies sunscreen because a home girl may be immortal, but fuck if she is gonna deal with any nasty sunburns after defeating the fucking embodiment of evil.

Kanaya: As previously stated, very nervous around water, but so so happy to be in the sun?? It’s not as bright as the one on Alternia which is fine because that means her troll friends can enjoy it too, but she’s literally just so happy to be around people that enjoy the sun the way she does because she’s felt wrong and different about it for years and she finally found someone that understands her ahhshshsjs. She designs all of Rose’s swimsuits and loves seeing her wear them. When it gets dark out, she likes to turn on the glow a little and all these cute little furry wingbeasts will flock to her?? “Those are moths” Rose tells her. “These are my children now” Kanaya pats Rose’s arm, they’re her children too because that’s how human marriage works she’s pretty sure

Dirk: Is so awkward oh my godddd, a little uncomfortable in his body actually? This boy might have muscle but he is all arms and legs and doesn’t know what to do with them because he’s never fuckifnfnfn been around people before. Doesn’t say “Marco” during Marco Polo, he just listens. Breath too loud? You’re tagged. Splash a little? Tagged. Move? Tagged. He’s never Marco for more than two minutes because he’s so in tune with his reflexes that no one even stands a chance. With Jake on his shoulders, they make a decent chicken team, but they’re too worried about each other to be effective. “You okay up there?” He wants to make sure. Someone is tipping Jake over oh no get him off my shoulders is he okay, oh he’s fine, yes I know how the game works Roxy, no Rose why don’t you get in the pool and do a better job before you come for me like that. Rose and Kanaya, in an extremely rare occurrence, do get in for a round of chicken. They beat Dirk and Jake almost immediately. They return to the deck. This never happened and we don’t speak of it.

Jake: Is bad at Marco Polo, he’s an amazing swimmer but he’s not…quiet. After growing up on that island, fighting and swimming, Jake is also Ripped as Heck. Dirk blushes his fucking ass off the first time he sees Jake shirtless. Jake acts all clueless like oh? What’s wrong Dirk? Is something the matter? But he knows exactly what he’s doing and if he’s subtly flexing in front of him, well. That can’t be helped. He may suck during chicken with Dirk, but with Jade on his shoulders? Hoo boy, they give Dave and John a run for their money. He is also John’s favorite to grab the feet of because his reactions are always so over the top with his phrasing. “Horsefeathers!” He grabs at his foot in panic because his first thought is it was one of the monsters from his island, then he sees it was just John who is laughing his ass off because, horse feathers? Really? “I say,” Jake huffs indignantly even though he’s smiling now. “Warn a fellow!”

Jane: Looks rockin’ in her swimsuits because she’s wearing the whole high waisted pinup style ones and?? She’s super gorgeous? Roxy makes sure to tell her that every five seconds just in case she forgets. She and Roxy make a decent chicken team, usually they’re laughing so hard by the end of it that whoever was on top can’t do anything and they fall off because they don’t care about winning they’re just having such a good time. She and Roxy take turns carrying Callie around when the water gets too deep, not that Callie needs to be above the water per se as she seems to have no trouble breathing, but it just makes everyone a little more comfortable and anyways Callie loves it.

Terezi: Killer at Marco Polo for obvious reasons, sometimes she gets tagged on purpose just to show off how quickly she can find people. The only person she’s never been able to get is John, he uses his windy powers to obscure his scent so she can’t “see” him. He is her Marco Polo white whale. One day, John, one day. She and Vriska are terrifying during chicken, Vriska will plow full speed towards the opposing team and Terezi is ready to Throw Hands. The most intense games are between them and John and Dave, both John and Terezi are on top and they fuckin battle it out so hard that Dave and even Vriska start to get nervous on the bottom.

Sollux: Says the water feels slimy. “No shit,” Karkat tells him. “It’s water you fucking shitstain.” Sollux cheats during chicken by using his psiionics to keep Karkat on his shoulders which only makes Karkat mad because he’s terrified of falling in and holy shit Sollux I don’t care what you think your powers are doing I’m gonna fall in fuck fuck fuck. “No I got you” Sollux assures him. He does not. Karkat is not got. Oh well. Sollux mostly likes chilling on inner tubes, plural. He has a blue one and a red one because he’s too tall to fit in just one. “Get a bigger inner tube” Karkat complains. “Perhaps get one of those long, recliner like ones?” Kanaya suggests. No. Sollux will use two inner tubes. He will make the sacrifice of comfort for his aesthetic.

[showingthroughtome]

2: june 6th

“Alright.” She yells, stopping him. “You’re not whiny at all. The least whiny, actually.” She’s laying it on thick.

“And, your favorite Styles?”

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“You look so cute today, Jess.” Gemma, Harry’s older sister, looks her up and down from the beach chair she’s sunbathing on. “Love the romper.”

“Thanks.” Jessica glances down and mumbles. Confidence has always been a struggle for her, especially when it comes to how she looks, but as she stands in the tie die pink piece of clothing, she’s thinking that Gem has no reason to lie. More assuredly Jessica says, “I’ve been trying to branch out into more colors. There’s really no need for me to dress like a goth fourteen-year-old anymore.”

“You’re definitely no longer fourteen, babe.” Gemma lowers her sunglasses to show her roaming eyes - something that would appear creepy, if not coming from her other lifelong friend. Then laughs when Jessica playfully squirms. “Are you joining me or what?”

“Duh.” Jessica draws out the vowel and begins slipping out of said romper to reveal a black bikini. “Obviously, I’m not totally over my goth phase.”

“One never truly is, I find.”

They both laugh at the inevitable truth, black is just such a reliable color. Gemma relaxes back into her chair and Jessica pulls one for herself closer. Remembering to take off her prescription lenses to avoid the worst face tan lines ever, she makes herself comfortable and starts spraying herself with a final, thin coat of sunscreen.

From where they are sitting in the Styles’ backyard, the sun is hitting just right, beaming heat and rays appropriate for this time of year. The pool is reflecting those rays right into Jessica’s eyes so instead of opting for Gemma’s inconvenient preference of sunglasses, she flips onto her stomach and hopes that when she flips back in fifteen minutes, the sun will have shifted just enough to be less blinding.

Minimal chatter takes place as the girls get bronzed - nothing important but entirely ridiculous gossip about the thirty-year-old housewife down the street with a male friend who only comes by once her husband has left.

They’re both on their second rotations, and their dream celebrity husband is being discussed (“Eddie Redmayne over Bradley Cooper any day!”), when Harry comes out in a blur - Jessica on her stomach and Gemma on her back again. Before she is even aware he is outside, Jessica is feeling the sprinkling of water that comes from a cannonball into the pool.

“Harry!” Gemma screams, taking the brunt of the splash, sitting up and wiping the moisture from her skin. “Fucking rude!”

Jessica bites her lip so she doesn’t get caught smiling too wide when Gemma looks at her incredulously.

“Asshole.” She nods in support, laughing lightly.

“Sorry, Gem.” Harry is a grinning head floating above the water, moving closer to the lip of the pool. “I just wanted to join the fun. You guys must have forgotten to invite me.”

Gemma exhales a huff through her nose, shaking her head. “Nope. Didn’t forget. My memory is gold.”

“And you?” Harry lifts his brows at Jess.

It’s hard for her to see him from her stomach so she sits up to find his hair dampened to his head and drops dripping from his nose. With an innocent smirk, she claims, “I needed some quality time with Gemma.”

“Um, excuse me? I’m your best friend, your favorite Styles, the person you once gave the good half of your Drumstick to.”

“First, ice cream sharing is gross.” Gemma shudders. “Second, big mistake. He never deserves the better half of anything.”

“He was just so whiny that day, I had to.”

“Jess!” Harry cries as he pushes himself out from the pool and creeps slowly towards her.

She has no clue what he’s going to do but she recognizes the smirk he’s wearing as the one that usually indicates some mischievous behavior so she rises from the lounging chair and moves to the opposite side of it, putting it in between her and her pursuer.

“Where ya going?” He places his hands on his hips, exhaling like he’s out of breath even though there is no possible way.

“No.” Jessica shakes her head sternly, an adamant expression gracing her face. “Whatever you’re doing, just, no.”

Right then, he takes a quick step around her chair and she’s backing away into the grass.

“Just take back what you said.” He slows down and offers a solution to something she knows won’t end well for her. “I’m not whiny.”

Not moving an eye away from him, she places a finger on her chin to think, “Saying that makes you seem it.”

He lunges forward, dripping wet from every inch of his body. Luckily for her, her reflexes aren’t that of a snail so she dodges his hands and heads to the right side of the yard. Once she’s out of reach though, she has to run for her life. He’s chasing her so closely that the tips of his fingers keep grazing her skin for the briefest moments.

“Harry, stop it!” Jessica shouts when she feels her stamina dwindling and Harry’s presence right at her heels.

Her plea is too late and before she knows it, his arms are wrapping around her bare middle. He’s lifting her off the ground, throwing her over his shoulder with the utmost ease. If she weren’t so terrified of being thrown in the cold pool, she would probably be enjoying the feel of his warm skin on her in more places than she’s used to. Even though the touch is so different from the night of their movie, it has the potential to be better… if only they weren’t headed for the pool.

“Harry.” She holds onto his back for balance but kicks her feet in a vain attempt to have him put her down. “You dickhead, let me go.”

And to her surprise, he gets to the edge of the pool and stops. “Take it back and I’ll put you down.”

“On the ground and not in the water?” She’s not dumb enough to agree without a clarification.

“Of course.”

“Promise?” She squeezes her hands that are grasping his back, pushing herself up for a little more visibility of his face. He nods and then takes a step closer to the water.

“Alright.” She yells, stopping him. “You’re not whiny at all. The least whiny, actually.” She’s laying it on thick.

“And, your favorite Styles?”

Even though her heart is racing, she can’t help but find it kind of cute that this is the subject of his confirmation, causing her to whisper low enough so Gemma won’t hear, “Yes, Harry. Obviously.”

As simple as that, he’s squatting down in such a way to place her feet on the ground.

Harry towers over Jessica who barely makes it to his shoulder, smiling down at her as she gathers her wits.

“Just invite me to hang out with you guys next time and this won’t have to happen.” He suggests, tucking a strand of her hair that got away from the messy bun behind her ear. It causes her lips to part the slightest bit with that unfamiliar yearning again, thinking of things she is still trying to wrap her head around in association with Harry.

Her eyes follow the lines of his lips as they shift into a cheeky smile, exciting her but also snapping her out of her daze as she quickly uses all her might to push him to the right and into the water triumphantly.

authors note:

hi!! i meant to post this a couple days ago but then i went to the zoo and a farm and swimming so i didnt have time *cries* the next update will come soonish though! probably next monday! i reread this chapter this morning and it seemed a little off to me but maybe that is just me and my self judgement! let me know! not much happened except for some #summer and some #yearning (what this fic shouldve been called)

what do you think is going on with these two?!?!?! tell me in my ask plz lolz

also, thank you as always to my girl, ash @what-comes-from-within she literally saves me!!!

hope youre all having a great summer!!!

thanks so much for reading!!!

-lauren xxx