#and i want an easy brainless sweater

[vashti-lives]

can anyone who’s ever used a woolmi generated pattern let me know how it went? i tried to look up reviews but the one reddit thread i found the person was like, “does this work?” and people were just like, that place only has one pattern and it looks boring try these OTHER pattern creator sites.

but like. to be clear i don’t care that woolmi doesn’t generate a wide range of styles i want a v-neck top down raglan sleeve sweater pattern written to be knit in the round. i just wanna know if the formula they’re using to generate the pattern works well because i’m atypical in size (mainly, i’m very short but with wide-ish bust and proportionately quite wide upper arms) and i’m hesitant to start a completely untested pattern.

[misslavenderlady]

Baby Come Back 🥀

Dwayne/Female!Reader (She/Her Pronouns)

Summary: After a year and a half of being Dwayne's brainless little doll, he finally realizes how much he misses the old you. It's not going to be easy going back to normal though.

This is a sequel to @ghoulgeousimmaculate's story T.L.C. (which I recommend you read before this!!). It has references to her stuff, and takes place in the modern world, not 1987. This takes place before my other fic F is for Fight.

WARNINGS: N.s.f.w./Smut/18+ Readers Only, References to other fic, Infantilization/Dumbification, OCs, Character based off an OC, Mind Control, Vampire Powers, Hypnosis, Panic Attacks, Paralysis, Yelling, Fighting, Needles/Injections, Medicine, Physical Therapy, Memory Issues, Fear, Anger, Trauma, Submission, Making up, Stockholm Syndrome/PTSD, Dark Fic

No matter what, Dwayne would never regret the actions he took with you. From the moment he laid eyes on you and watched you struggle with your shopping bags, he knew he had to take care of you. After all, you were just so sweet and helpless in his eyes. Never had he ever wanted a human so badly.

So, he took you in and spoiled you rotten. You never had to lift a finger or let your feet touch the ground. Every moment you spent together was pure bliss, and he wanted to keep his girl as happy and healthy as possible.  

That's why he didn't feel any guilt for taking your mind away.  

You had threatened to leave, and he wasn't going to have that happen. All the knowledge, thoughts, and intellect were tucked away safely in his brain while yours was left empty and dumb. He even used his power on your cerebellum, taking away your ability to walk properly. You would be far too shaky and off balance to move on your own, meaning you would have to rely on him to get around.  

Dwayne was in absolute heaven. Every evening his baby greeted him with an adorable smile, holding her arms out for a big hug before he helped her start the day. You looked so beautiful in your flowing dresses and soft sweaters. Even if you never walked, he always helped slip on pretty knee socks and dainty flats. Your hair was always shiny and styled perfectly. The only makeup he put on you was some kind of candy-flavored lip gloss. You were true to your nickname, becoming a pretty little babydoll.  

Naturally, he wanted to show off his beautiful darling to the world. Whenever you needed a night out, Dwayne was happy to push you in a wheelchair along the wooden planks of the boardwalk. Poor dear, you couldn't get around without it, but you didn't care. You would simply giggle and fawn over Dwayne, constantly squealing about how happy you were.  

If the two of you ever went somewhere to eat, the locals knew to mind their own business. They wouldn't dare watch as Dwayne cut up your food and cooed at you to open your mouth for him. If someone was caught staring with a look of judgment, Dwayne would send his brothers their way for their dinner.  

The two of you were perfectly happy, and for over a year, things stayed that way. But then reminiscences of your old self began to trickle back into your lives.  

Dwayne bought you ice cream from a shop downtown. While he went back inside for extra napkins, you had been doing some people-watching outside. Your pretty eyes wandered over to a couple that was walking down the steps of a very familiar building.  

The old museum you used to work at. Before your mind had been altered, you had loved working there. Your knowledge of artists and their works was quite impressive, and your colleagues all respected you. Now, you could barely label a color wheel correctly.  

Your smile fell as you watched the couple laugh happily, both of them having just enjoyed a date night. Something within you felt sad taking such an image in. The memories were gone, but there was a tug at your heart. A reminder that you were missing something important.  

Dwayne could see the look of heartache on his mate's face as he kneeled in front of you.  

"What's the matter, lovey?"  

The sound of his voice was enough to snap you out of your spell. With a shake of your head, you flashed a smile his way.  

"Daddy, ice cream, please!"  

Though Dwayne was delighted to spoon-feed you the frozen treat, he didn't let that moment escape his mind. He found himself pondering over what had caused you to zone out like that. It didn't take long for him to take notice of the museum too.  

Days passed by, and the handsome vampire couldn't stop thinking about his babydoll. You were always on his mind, but this time was different. He now found himself thinking back to the woman you were long ago. The one he had fallen in love with when you still had control of your mind and body.  

Seeing the outside of the museum made him think back to all the facts you used to tell him about art. How the two of you would wander the halls as you went on and on about each story behind the variety of paintings.  

"So, this was the first version of 'Susanna and the Elders' that Artemisia Gentileschi painted. Unlike other versions made during the time, Artemisia actually depicted the gravity and fear of the biblical tale. An x-ray was done on it a few decades ago and revealed a much more anguished and enraged version of Susanna. It's one of her most powerful paintings." 

"I never knew how serious this painting was, babydoll. You're so brilliant." 

Dwayne hadn't enjoyed a deep conversation with you in ages. Even with his need to take care of his baby, he was starting to miss your adult side. The intelligent, creative, and fascinating woman you had once been. Dwayne missed the late nights drinking wine and sharing flirtatious banter with you. Going on dates that ended with incredibly passionate sex. Listening to you talk about all the ideas and dreams you had.  

He missed the real you. It was time to bring your true self back.  

It was going to be the hardest thing Dwayne would ever have to do. He still held no regrets for taking away your precious mind all that time ago. He would do it again in a heartbeat if you ever hinted at leaving the family. The real struggle would be dealing with your reaction when he restored your brain. It wasn't going to be pretty. He would most certainly need backup.  

"You're really doing this, huh? After all this time you're finally seeing how extreme this was?"  

Sis was walking side-by-side with Dwayne as they made their way down the cave halls. While Dwayne had been happy to infantilize his mate, Sis had continued to treat her sister with the respect she deserved as an adult. Whenever the dark-haired man was out with his brothers or caring for the kids, Sis took over making sure you were fed, clean, dressed, and cared for.  

It was like she was a personal nurse to you. She just felt terrible seeing the lovesick dummy her sister had been transformed into. The least she could do was treat you with dignity.  

"I love her so much. I don't want to stop taking care of her, but I miss the woman I fell in love with." 

Sis shot Dwayne a glare, silently telling him to try that sentence again.  

"I mean the other woman I fell in love with, of course, baby," Dwayne said, giving her hand a loving squeeze. "Did you bring the stuff I asked for?"  

The vampire queen nodded, giving her jacket pocket a small tap. She had a special tool prepared at his request if things got out of hand and the younger vampire girl needed to be calmed down.  

"Alright, let's do this." 

Both of them stepped into the nest you had for yourself. What was once a room filled with sketches, paintings, and various books on art history, was now a room fit for a princess. The walls were decorated with cute posters of cartoon characters. A lilac canopy curtain was draped over a bed covered entirely with soft blankets and cute pillows. There were dozens and dozens of stuffed animals that Dwayne and the boys had gifted you over the months. It was all the perfect space for someone with a childlike mind. 

You were feeling peaceful, all nice and cozy in your room. Dwayne and Sis found you perched on your bed, all snug in a soft, baby blue pair of pajamas with the latest addition to your teddy bear collection tucked under your arm. Whenever you were left alone, you would watch movies or shows on your tablet. All picked out by Dwayne, of course.  

Your attention shifted right to your caregivers once you noticed them. With a dreamy smile on your face, you reached out for Dwayne since he was closest.  

"Daddy! Missed you!" you said sweetly. Seeing you so cheerful made Dwayne's heartache. Soon you weren’t going to be very happy to see him.  

"Hey there, angel," Dwayne greeted you. He sat on the edge of the bed and gathered you close to him. You nuzzled against his scruffy cheek as he positioned you on his lap.  

He savored the last moment of affection before speaking up.  

"Babydoll. You know I love you, right? That I would do anything to take care of you and make you happy?" 

You didn't always understand longer sentences or big words. Being dumbed down made it harder to talk to you, so he tried to make things as simple as possible. All you understood at that moment was he loved you, so you just nodded eagerly.  

"Uh-huh!"  

"Then please know Daddy's very sorry for what he's about to do." 

There wasn't even a second for you to try and comprehend what he meant. Dwayne had your chin tilted upward so that your pretty eyes stayed on his as his color faded from chocolate brown to a sinister red. They swirled slowly, drawing you in as Dwayne took control of your mind.  

He let go of everything. All of the parts of your mind that he stole long ago came flooding back into your brain. The more information restored, the wider your eyes got. Tears were trickling down your cheeks as he used his power. By the time the last few memories settled in, your face was soaked from the silent crying.  

Dwayne's eyes faded back to brown. He watched you carefully, worried about just what you were going to say first. You were too quiet for his liking, no doubt in stunned silence.  

And then it happened. You freaked out.  

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME??"  

Sis and Dwayne were afraid this would happen. Any carefree feelings you had before were long gone, replaced in an instant with panic. A new batch of tears ran hot and fast down your cheeks. Your breathing became fast and ragged, soon leading to your hyperventilating.  

Dwayne hated seeing you like this. So scared and confused. He reached out a hand to comfort you, not knowing what else to do.  

"Baby-" 

You immediately slapped his hand away, striking his skin in disgust. The last thing you wanted was for him to touch you.  

"Get away from me, you monster!!"  

Adrenaline was pumping through your veins now. Your ears were buzzing and your blood pumping fast in your veins as your heart practically crashed into your ribcage.  

You pushed yourself out of bed, hoping to make a run for it. Instead, you found no support from your lower body. You hit the cave ground in a split second. That only amped up your terror.  

"M-My legs…I c-can't walk…I-I can't fucking walk!!!"  

It shouldn't have surprised you, given the fact that for the past year and a half, you had no balance or coordination in your legs. That meant you hadn't walked at all in that period of time. Your legs had since atrophied, and the realization was only making matters worse.  

Inhuman sobs and screams fell from your mouth as you helplessly lay on the floor. All the time you had spent without a proper mind was catching up to you. It was only making Dwayne more worried. 

You still didn't want to be touched by him. When he leaned down to help pull you back up, you threw a punch at him. The shock was clearly shown on his face as he held his cheek. You had never hit anyone before.  

"Sis-" 

"On it." 

There was no sign of you calming down anytime soon. Everything was happening so fast and suddenly, and they needed to settle you down so you wouldn't hurt yourself.  

Sis pulled the item she had brought out of her pocket. It was a syringe filled with a sedative. In a flash, she pulled off the safety cap, grabbed hold of your wrist, and stuck the needle into a vein. She held you firmly in place as the medicine worked its magic and finally got you to calm down.  

With your thrashing stopped and your eyes fluttering shut, she finally let go of you. Even with you successfully calmed down, she was still incredibly stressed.  

"Well, that went as well as I expected it to." 

"Look, I can help her get through this," Dwayne said. "She's a little scared now, but with some time, she'll come to her senses." 

Sis shot him a look of disbelief. It shouldn't have surprised her to see him so nonchalant about putting you through more stress. When he and the other boys had put her through her own "training", they did so without mercy. They only saw their shared goal in mind: getting their mates to love them forever.  

Still, it hurt her heart to know you were going to have to adapt to having your mind back. It would be like a coma patient waking up and having to cope with all the things they missed.  

"You better let me, and the girls be the ones to help her readjust. Until she's fully back to normal, she's only going to freak out when she sees you," Sis said to him. "You're gonna be in the doghouse for a while, Daddy." 

Dwayne could live with that. He was a patient man. No matter how long your recovery would take, he'd be waiting in the shadows for you to return to him. His baby would come back to him, one way or another.  

It wasn't a pretty recovery period. The first few days involved keeping you heavily sedated so you wouldn't have another freakout and accidentally hurt yourself. With the right amount of drugs, you were calm, but also conscious enough to talk. 

Your pack sisters were so relieved to see you back to the person you were before Dwayne took your mind. They all hugged you and brought plenty of flowers and gifts to welcome you back. You were so grateful for them, especially since they were eager to talk to you like an adult.  

However, you soon found that returning to normal wasn't as easy as you hoped it would be.  

A vampire's influence on one's mind tends to leave lasting effects if done for too long. The human brain can only handle so much before it gets damaged. Thankfully, being half-vampire had kept it from breaking to the point where you were a lifeless husk of your former self.  

But after being without your intellect for a year and a half, it still had left some damage. You talked about it with a doctor that Sis recommended. One that specialized in undead patients.  

"You'll experience quite a few memory issues," the doctor explained. "It's similar to what some humans experience with accidents. You'll remember long-term memories with no issue, but you'll most likely struggle with short-term-related matters. Things like following along in a book, keeping track of time, remembering things in your schedule, and so on." 

"But I'm only half-vampire," you explained. "When I fully turn and feed, won't it heal my brain?"  

The doctor sighed, feeling sympathy for this predicament you were in.  

"I'm sorry, but it doesn't work that way. Cuts and broken bones are one thing, but the brain is something far more complex. Whether you're human or vampire, there are just some things medicine can't heal."  

Sis squeezed your hand tightly. She completely understood what you were going through. Back years ago, she had suffered a concussion from the fall David set up. It never properly healed, even getting worse thanks to the torture the boys put her through. It ended up playing a role in her relapse when they used booze and drugs against her, and it was why she went into states of deranged mania.  

She had her fair share of bad days. It didn't help that she was married to the very men who damaged her in the first place. But it was different for you. This recovery was something you wouldn't have to go at alone. Your sisters would be in your corner. 

"And my legs?" you asked with a soft pout on your face.  

"Thankfully, that can be fixed. It would normally take a human six months to regain the ability to walk in such a situation, but in your case, the healing process will be cut in half in terms of time. We can get started with physical therapy sessions as soon as possible." 

Once the final details of your appointment were completed, the doctor escorted you and Sis out. While you were being pushed in your wheelchair now, you were already thinking about how hard you were going to work to get out of it.  

"Don't hurt yourself trying to rush this," Sis gently told you. You frowned to yourself as she helped get you into the passenger seat of the car. When she went to buckle your seatbelt, you snapped at her.  

"Stop it! I don't need any help!"  

Her brown eyes widened in surprise. It was still so surprising to see you act so snippy after being a cute little sweetheart for so long. When you realized what you did, you let out a sigh of frustration. You didn't like how you were behaving. 

"I'm so sorry, Sis," you said. "I just…I want to get my life back. I've already lost my mom and my job to what…he did to me. I can't lose control of my life entirely." 

She was understanding of that sentiment. It was a nightmare losing that control to the boys. If her sister wanted to put in the work to be her strong, independent self again, she would be by her side every step of the way. 

You smiled at her as the two of you prepared to leave. Tonight, you would get plenty of rest to prepare for the journey ahead of you. Even if the physical therapy and exercises would be agonizing, you were willing to take it on. Whatever was necessary to get back the independence you lost. 

Before Dwayne took your mind away, you had adored the way he cared for you. Anything you desired was granted, no matter what. But now you weren't going to let him do anything. 

Whenever you weren't in physical therapy pushing your body to its limit to walk again, you were by yourself, relearning how to take care of your needs. You were going to get your life back together.  

However, that was sooner said than done.  

Getting dressed was tricky, and you were clumsy whenever you tried to pull on shirts or zip up pants. You had thrown out all the dresses Dwayne gifted you, but after some time, you wish you hadn't.  

Going shopping was ten times harder. As you progressed from wheelchair to walker to cane and finally no mobility aid at all, you had to figure out how to get around the store with your devices each time. Even when you could move on your own, you found yourself getting confused and lost a lot. You accidentally forgot items on your list all the time and would occasionally forget to bring money with you, meaning the items had to be abandoned. 

You remembered how to cook but struggled with proper timing and following recipes because of how your mind worked. Whenever you were too tired to do that, you just ordered takeout. Even so, you found yourself fumbling a lot with cutting up your food. It was something so simple to others, but unfamiliar to you since Dwayne did it for ages.  

I don't need him, you thought to yourself. Whenever you struggled, you recited that mantra in your head.  

Dwayne hated this. He hated it with all his heart. After ages of caring for his beloved little doll, he was completely deprived of the chance to do anything for you.  

He respected you enough to stay out of your way, watching from the shadows the entire time you struggled. As much as he wanted to step in, he couldn't. Not when it wasn't the right time. He had to play the waiting game and let you come to him. If you were going to be his baby again, then he wanted it to be your own choice. 

So, he didn't feel bad about asking his brothers for help. 

"Don't worry, Dwayne," David assured him with a smirk. "We'll make sure she can't function without you." 

"Please do. It kills me seeing her struggle." 

Each one played a special role in this devious plan.  

Paul would use his ability to fly to hide all your stuff on high shelves so you couldn't see or reach it. Even being a half-vampire, you struggled with even levitating an inch off the ground.  

Marko would purposely mess with your sense of time passing, often changing the time on your watch or your phone when you weren't looking. It made you disoriented and confused.  

David was the worst. When you were asleep, he filled your head with nightmares of being broken and alone with nobody to help you. You were often whimpering in your sleep because of it. When he gave you a happy ending to your dreams, it was always about Dwayne swooping in and saving you. The more positive thoughts you had of him, the better.  

The more the boys pushed you, the more your strength broke down. You didn't like being independent as much as you thought you would. It was nothing but struggle and pain. 

You even found yourself missing Dwayne himself. The stuffed animals he gave you made you feel safe when you were in bed, but you longed for his strong arms to hold you. You missed the sweet nothings he'd whisper into your ear after you had a long day. And of course, your body ached to be pleasured by him again. You couldn't reach the spots deep within that he could.  

One day in particular, you were having a really tough time. You were trying to tie your shoes. Something completely simple that you wanted to do on your own before going for a walk as your doctor recommended.  

The laces were not working out properly, no matter which way you tried to tie them. With all the frustration and stress building up, you gave up, feeling a wave of tears build as you began to cry. It was just so embarrassing, and you didn't know what else to do.  

That was until a familiar voice spoke up. 

"Hey, baby."  

You snapped your head upward to see the handsome, brunet vampire standing above you. For the first time in months, there was no anger or disgust when you looked at him. The familiar sense of love for the man was slowly filling your heart again. 

Not wanting to let him know you were getting upset over something so small, you hurriedly wiped your eyes, brushing the tears away.  

Dwayne kneeled in front of you, watching you carefully with his chocolate-colored eyes. They were so warm and gentle. You forgot how much they made you melt.  

"Need a little help, love?" 

You didn't say a word but rather nodded as an answer. With your foot stuck out, Dwayne began to tie the shoe with ease. It made you feel like Cinderella, and Dwayne your Prince Charming.  

"There we go. All good now."  

As much as you didn't want to rely on him anymore, it was all you could think about. Part of you wondered if he was still messing with your mind. Yet in your heart, you knew he wasn't.  

You missed him. Even after everything he took from you, the love for Dwayne would never go away. 

A few days passed, and you were working up the courage to finally talk to him again. You had been struggling for the longest time to read your beloved books again. What once was so simple for you was now a challenge that took three times longer since you often lost your place or got confused with the plot.  

Dwayne knew you were having problems. He could hear all the frustration and confusion going on in your head. So, he sat on the couch in the main room of the cave, silently waiting for you to come crawling back to him.  

"Um….hi.." 

The dark-haired vampire had to fight back a smirk with all of his might. He kept the perfect poker face as you timidly walked up to him with your book in hand.  

"Hi, babygirl," he cooed. "Is something wrong?"  

Your cheeks warmed with a deep blush at the sound of that nickname. It felt a little too good to be called that again. Feeling extra shy now, you held out your book for him to see.  

"Will you…um…read to me? Please…Daddy?"  

Game. Set. Match. Dwayne had won. You were his helpless little girl again, and the best part was that you had chosen to do so willingly.  

"I would be delighted, babydoll," he purred, gesturing for you to sit by his side.  

You snuggled up to him, resting your head on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around your body. It relaxed you to be in his arms again. With his gentle, baritone voice reading out your story aloud, you thought about how much you missed this. How right it felt.  

There was no way you'd ever fight Dwayne's love again. 

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[ransprang]

[Ko-Fi Request] Hey there, Thank you very much for your awesome work, it is always appreciated <3 I decided to come back but this time for a chosen character from jjba which is Oingo (also called Zenyatta)

I'm a pretty tall girl, I would also say muscular and fit I have long fuchsia dyed hair, pretty pale skin and brown doe eyes (I also look tired all the time) 

My sense of style is pretty one of a kind,I really like skirts and turtleneck sweaters. I usually wear a lot of jewelry and chains in my outfit and I have a HUGE love for hats, all types of hats.

I may come off as cold and tense at first glance but I'm a big sweetheart which tend to make people confused I'm very shy and hardly open up, I'm also not talkative but a great listener, I love hearing about any types of stories. Still,once I open up and trust someone I would give them the world, I'm a very caring person, always up to cherish the ones I love.

I love animals and nature as well as art and painting which is my favorite hobby but I'm also extremely adventurous, and love traveling and discovering new places. 

Also have a big interest for the unknown, mysteries and out of the common stuff as well as a soft spot for gory stuff sometimes I'm not easy to scare at all, only people can freak me out.

Good luck with it and thank you again for putting so much effort into your work :3

Thank you anon for your support :)

link to our ko-fi for anyone who wants a match up too!

Oingo Match Up

SFW

Oingo Backstory: The Oingo Boingo brothers came from a broken home, like most small-time Jojo villains. Neglected by their parents, Oingo had to grow up early, and be a parental figure for the young Boingo. When Oingo was young, in a bout of teen angst and hatred for his parents, he rejected the names they gave him. Instead, he named himself and his brother from the broken CDs lying around their house. While wearing a tiny hat, he held Boingo’s tiny face and said, “From now on my name is Oingo, and you’re Boingo.” A few months after you start dating, he sometimes calls you Joingo.

How they meet: Oingo and Boingo were browsing a comic book exhibition, a regular pastime due to Boingo's deep interest in comics. The exhibition featured a wide range of art, from major brands to lesser-known indie artists. While walking through the aisles, Oingo noticed a beautiful painting that caught his eye, signed by an artist named "[Your Username]." Loving the name and the art, he decided to purchase it. Meanwhile, you were wandering through the exhibition, when suddenly your phone rang. It was your friend, the one who had a stall open at the exhibition and had begged you to put your art on there. You answer the call and they tell you to run back to the stall. When you reach, you meet a tall, hat-wearing Oingo. Your friend introduces you both to each other and sparks fly.

Since you both have a shared love for hats, he’d be down to go thrifting for some new hats to add to the collection. Matching hats and rings would totally be up his alley too. 

He tells you not to talk to strangers, just like he tells Boingo. He knows with your personality you probably won't anyways. When you’re both at restaurants ordering food he’ll be the one talking. 

He may not be too interested in horror movies, but he’d be down to watch some with you. He’d probably like the ones where there is some amount of strategy being executed by the villains and not brainless slashers.

Oingo will make Boingo use his stand to tell you stories about peoples’ futures. Sort of using Boingo like an entertainment pet. He’ll throw lil snacks at Boingo after every story. If Boingo isn’t around he’ll tell you of his previous adventures.

Sometimes when you get tired, you ride on Oingo’s right leg while Boingo sits on his left leg. You and Boingo chit chat as Oingo walks. Since you’re a lot taller and more muscular than Boingo, one of his legs gets way more buff.

Oingo would introduce you to some of his little hobbies like his small cactus collection and making you listen to some songs on his record player. Get ready to jam out to R&B and EDM.

Since you love adventures, you would never be bored with Oingo, since being stand users they are always attracting all kinds of trouble. 

Oingo would use his stand to disguise himself and rob multi-billion dollar corporations, and bring you little presents and souvenirs. Since robbing the same place multiple times gets boring, you guys would also travel around a lot.

NSFW

As much as he loves your personality, Zenyatta would be drawn to your striking figure and fuschia hair cascading down your back. He can’t help but imagine pulling on your hair while you’re giving him a sucky sucky. 

When you sit on his lap, Zenyatta likes using his big thighs to tease you. He rubs your clit with his leg. As he would use his hands to guide you waist to grind on him. He gets a kick out of it especially in public.

When you kiss Zenyatta he loves it when you suck on his thick lips, he prefers french kissing and when you bite his lower lip.

Zenyatta loves to use his stand by disguising himself in the bedroom, and different role plays turn him on. He likes acting like a biker who dominates you in bed. 

Oingo loves it when you wear skirts, he loves pulling you in to sit on his lap. As he feels your thighs all the way up to your panties, slowly sliding them to the side. His face lights up when you greet him wearing new skirts.

He pulls you closer to him by tugging on your necklaces making your chest touch his. He likes feeling your supple breasts against his muscles. It would get him so hard to feel you breathe against him. 

Zenyatta likes it when you taste his pre cum. He gets hard so easily around you, till he's dripping. “We wouldn't want to waste it now would we?” As he asks you for just a lick.

Zenyatta loves backshots, he would pull on your hair while gently placing his hand on your neck pulling you head back. He likes it rough, and loves fucking in front of a mirror so he can see your beautiful form.

He loves it when you loudly moan, screaming his name. Zenyatta gets super close, heat rises through him, when he knows it's risky and someone might find him pounding you. 

Zenyatta likes experimenting with different items around the room as toys. He loves spanking or tying you down. He also has a collection of handcuffs, and likes it when you whimper beneath him. 

yours boingly,

admins sar, sav & san

[louismeanhoe]

only bought this dress so you could take it off

pairings: louis tomlinson x f!reader; harry styles x ofc.

warnings: nsfw!! contains descriptions of sex.

a/n: this was sorta requested? it's a first time! with an attempt to write something funny, too. i do hope you like it. oo and harry is louis' best friend in this one ;)

word count: 5,2k+

Nothing could bring me more frustration than my boyfriend's lack of interest in, well, me.

Louis had a reputation preceding him.

I heard the tales of the girls he left stranded. How he left them all so blown away by his skills, they didn't bother the humiliation of chasing after him if it meant they would have him again. And if I were to say I didn't want to get to know him, biblically, I would be lying.

When we first got together, I thought his distance was just the first-time jitters. He admitted that he'd never been in a committed relationship before, just brief flings that went away. I was so touched that I let the chaste kisses slide, after all, I was hopeful that once he realised that being intimate with me wouldn't change our dynamics, he'd be more comfortable with touching me. He'd be bolder, sliding his hands up underneath my loose sweaters, and the skirts I wore for him.

Three months had gone by and... nothing.

If he had any clue about how nerve-wracking this anticipation was to me, he didn't show it. He always kept a safe distance. Sometimes it felt like he didn't even want to have his hand sat on my thigh while we drove to places or the long make-out sessions that would leave us both dishevelled and breathless. These little things seemed like such an ordeal to him.

I groaned, out of bitter disappointment, which made my best friend laugh, still flickering through her phone. She came around noon for lunch, then, on a whim, I told her everything, that our four-month anniversary was coming and we hadn't done anything. Not even hand stuff. It was so embarrassing.

"You need to stop being so paranoid, babe.”

“It’s easy for you to say. Harry is a fucking sex machine!” I spit back, narrowing my eyes at her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. What’s wrong with me? We’ve been dating for four months! Four fucking months! And he didn’t even try to unhook my bra when we’re kissing!”

Madison went quiet, with her legs pressed up against her chest and her chin resting on her knee. It was the typical position of someone whose mind was working on a solution to a problem and, for my well-being, I could only hope she found a way to help me. Feels like a silly problem to have, but beyond the physical aspect of it, I wanted us to connect as a couple. Somehow, we didn't seem like we had just yet.

"I think I know what we can do," She said, standing up from her seat and smiling, as a child smiles when they're about to engage in some mischief.

“Do tell me, please.”

"I won’t tell you, because I know you'll say no before you even think it through, but trust me, this just might be what gets Louis on his knees for you."

There's no one I trust more than my best friend, that's for sure, and I knew she held my best interests at heart. She could be a little too much sometimes. Not that I have many choices to choose from, though. My best bet was to trust that whatever she had come up with, would help me.

Desperate times, desperate measures.

--

"Madison, I cannot believe I let you drag me into this place!”

The entire scenario was a bit too much to swallow. I wouldn't have imagined in a million years that I'd need to go to a sex shop to snag Louis' attention. If I were honest, it was quite the opposite of how I had pictured our sex life would begin. Anyway, here I was, staring at a stack of sexy costumes, oils, creams, toys… Things I didn't even know existed.

“Don’t pout at me, babe, I just want to see you happy. Better yet, satisfied.”

"Fine, I just hope this works.”

“Psht, of course, it will,” She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Louis is a man, darling, and men think with their brainless heads.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Oh my God, do I need to spell it out? Boys wanna' have sex. All the time. So pretty much anything slightly related to it can get their ‘little friend' up and ready to play.”

“That can't apply to Louis. I'm serious. I think he might be saving himself for marriage.”

Maddie laughed at my desperation, earning a glare from me in her direction. I kept looking for a decent costume so I could get this over with. It would be mortifying to bump into other friends or colleagues while leaving a shop such as this one. The very thought makes me want to hide for cover.

“Do you need help?” A friendly voice snapped me out of my inner worries. "You seem to be lost."

“Hm? No. No, thanks, I know what I want. It’s somewhere in here.”

“And you have just confirmed to me that you are lost,” He smiles, touching my shoulder. “Tell me what you need so I can go see if we have it on our stock.”

“Okay, okay, I admit it! I have no idea what to do to get my boyfriend turned on!”

“Oh.”

He looked at me in sympathy, unsure what he should say, and I couldn't blame him. Who would want a trainwreck like me as a customer? I wanted to just give up and go home. The best approach wasn't ambushing him but talking. The old-fashioned way.

It occurred to me that Madison hadn't come here out of the goodness in her heart to help me out. It was likely she needed things for herself and used me as a pretext to swing by, I had long lost her in the multiple aisles on this place. I didn't think this would be so... big.

“Miss?”

“Yeah?”

“It looks like you spaced a bit.”

“Sorry, I’m just a little lost and a bit desperate. Not that I should be telling this anyway.”

"Right, uh, as I was saying, you needn’t worry, I'm quite good at picking these things and it will blow your boyfriend's mind.”

"Yeah, I’m not sure if that’s possible," The tips of my ears went warm. "I’ve tried bending, unbuttoning blouses, and double meaning sentences… Nothing seems to work on him.”

John, his name was sewed to his pinstriped button-down dress shirt, gave me a yellow smile. If I thought I felt embarrassed enough before, it was no match to how I was feeling now. This had to work. I mean, I knew I wasn't exactly what he was used to, the blonde girls with skinny bodies, but I had my charm. Plus he asked me out, he pursued me. He had to be attracted to me in some way.

“Babes!” Madison yelled, coming from somewhere I didn’t know. “Look what I found!”

“Where were you?”

She shrugged, shooting me a playful smirk.

“It doesn’t matter, just take a peek at this costume. If Louis doesn’t feel like sex-ing you up with this, I'll do it myself.”

I couldn't bite back the chuckle that followed. Madison was the reason why my days were far from being boring.

"Right, tell me what it is first.”

“Gee, you’re so slow today,” Maddie cocked an eyebrow, putting the dress on the marble counter next to where we were. “Fine, this is what Jessica Rabbit wears. She sort of reminds me of you, you know, the big boobs and stuff, also, as far as I know, guys fantasize a lot about her.”

I grabbed the red panties that were part of the nice set and knitted my brows together. Yes, the plan was to impress him with everything that I got, but… I wasn’t sure if I would have the courage to wear this in front of him.

“I have to agree, this one is... Feisty,” John puts in as if he's an old friend of ours. "If I might give you a little bit of advice... Clothes, or toys, won't do the trick. You need attitude, so when you do wear this, put on red high heels, and just go for it. I don't think there's any way he can resist it."

“Oh, I’m betting on that,” I said, sighing. “Otherwise…”

“Can you trust me, for once?” She chimes in, crossing her arms.

"It isn’t about trusting you or not, Madison. I’m just keeping my feet on the ground so I won’t get disappointed.”

"Would you please forget about that? And you wrap this up, please, we’ll take it.”

John nodded, leaving us both alone. The lingering warmth that spread across my cheeks seemed to be fading as I got used to the idea. It wasn't a big deal. Louis was my best friend above all, I trusted him enough to do this. He was caring, loving, and gentle. Everything I dreamt of.

Oh, fuck, I love him.

--

[Louis' house, a few hours later]

Louis was sprawled out on the couch, eyes glued to the TV screen where some action movie I didn’t bother to catch the name of was playing. While entranced by the movie, he ran his fingers through my hair, in the most soothing strokes. It was all so cosy, I almost forgot what I had planned for tonight. Madison and I had gone into his flat earlier to hide the bag with everything I'd need, so he wouldn’t have the slightest of clues about my intentions, because it had to be a surprise. The unknown was my leverage.

It was around eight. I'd decided I'd do it after the movie ended, but I just couldn't wait anymore. I start to fidget on my seat, a bit nervous about the whole situation. He seems oblivious to the war going on inside my brain.

"Um, Lou, do you mind if I go to the bathroom?”

“Sure, luv',” He frowned for a minute, staring at me with a curious gleam sparking in his eyes, “Been acting weird, though. Did somethin' happen?”

“Nah, nothing happened. I’m just worried about some things.”

“What things?”

“Not a big deal, don't worry, baby,” I shook my head, refusing to give him a more precise answer. “I’ll be right back.”

Leaving the huge living room behind, I ran towards his bathroom, where all my stuff was concealed. As soon as I got in, I locked the door behind me so no one would come in unannounced. Trust me, boys have no sense of private space, especially Louis’ best friend, Harry. All these precautions were necessary. A sigh slips past my lips as I pull out the bag, looking at my trembling figure in the mirror. It was now or never.

I took off the oversized blue sweater I had on and the jeans skirt, not bothering to fold them before shoving them inside my backpack. The red dress was soft under my fingertips. I put it on the marble sink, slipping on the lingerie first, a strapless push-up bra that made my breasts look amazing, and a lace pair of panties that barely covered anything. Wow. The garter was also in place. At last, the actual costume. It had a sweetheart neckline, hugging me so tight I was afraid things would spill out, then there was the rift, going all the way to the beginning of my thigh.

The woman in the mirror looked good.

After a layer of red lipstick, mascara to make my lashes thick and long, a bit of illuminator on my cheekbones, on the tip of my nose too, I felt as if I were someone else. I put on the silver heels and the purple gloves. Ok. Now I'm ready to go back.

Before I went to the living room, I took a deep breath to even my nerves. I smiled to myself and went out, sneaking, the sound of my heels on the wooden floor being muffled.

“Sweets?” I asked, still hidden inside his bedroom. “Are you still there?”

“Yeah, I am, c'mon, you’re missing the best part!”

Another deep breath.

I decided to leave all my woes behind and, in confident steps, I went to where Louis was. The moment was so intoxicating that I didn’t even pay attention to the fact he was no longer alone, meaning that, yes, I was standing in a sexy costume in front of him and Harry. Both had their eyes wide, staring at me with slight confusion and surprise.

“Oh my God!” I screamed, realising we weren’t by ourselves. “What the fuck are you doing here, Harry?!”

“Well, I do live here...” He answered, a dirty smirk stretching his lips. “So you’re already on sexy fantasies stuff? Nice!”

“Harry shut the fuck up and stop looking at my girlfriend’s legs.”

Louis got up on his feet, gripped my arm, and hauled me somewhere with him. He was very much annoyed at Harry's behaviour. The way he kept gawking at me made me uncomfortable, and there was no possibility he didn't notice that.

“Where are you taking me?”

“My bedroom. I don’t want public when I make you moan my name, pet.”

“Oh.”

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Harry cheered, laughing. “Make me proud, tiger!”

“Fuck you!”

He slammed the bedroom door closed, propping me up against it and attacking my lips without hesitation, a surprised gasp slipping from me. I threaded my fingers into his soft brown locks, pulling them, kissing him back with the same fire he seemed to be fuelled off, turning both of us into a complete mess. My hands began wandering across his body, feeling the tense, hard muscles underneath the thin fabric of his navy blue loose sweater. It made him tighten the grip on my waistline, pressing me even further and allowing me to feel the growing bulge on his beige shorts.

“I had no idea yeh wanted t'do this so much, pet,” He whispered, trailing down my neck, soft lips pressing ever so gently. “If only I'd known… I would’ve done this sooner.”

“Oh, Louis… Fuck.”

A strangled moan escaped when he ripped apart the thin red dress, leaving me in the red lace lingerie set only. The expectation, besides the adrenaline, made goosebumps crawl my entire body. Everything was happening exactly as I imagined it would be, perhaps even better than my late-night fantasies. It should be deemed a sin for him to have forbidden me from this.

Wordlessly, I unhooked myself from his embrace, switching our positions so I was free to take off his shirt, peppering wet kisses across his pale skin. I got down to my knees, stopping right when my head was facing the very evident volume on his shorts. It made my mouth water, I couldn’t wait to finally taste him. In a wavering fit of desire, I pulled down his shorts, the black boxers beneath all tight with the size of him.

“Babe, are you sure you want to do this?”

I was stuck within a frenzy where nothing else mattered but Louis and me. Each insecure thought had been shoved away, hidden where they couldn't bother me. So I did, I freed him from his underwear, his cock bouncing, already slick with pre-cum.

“Yeah,” I whispered, looking up at him in awe, "Pretty sure."

This wasn't about teasing him, but I started slowly, my hand going up and down, thumb toying with his tip. He grunted. Oh God, I was certain he'd be the death of me. Louis had his eyes shut, back pressing against the wall, bent to my will. I had to say, this felt pretty amazing.

“C'mon, pet, don't be mean,” Louis groaned, his fingers gripping my hair. “I want to feel your mouth around me.”

The words themselves were already too overwhelming, but coming in that raspy low tone, there was no way someone could answer anything that wasn’t a yes. And the way his face was scrunched in pleasure… Fuck, I never thought he could get more handsome. I was dead wrong.

While one of my hands worked him off, I pressed my lips to his cockhead, drawing him in, his taste strong on my tongue. Each of his hands cupped my cheeks, and we looked at each other then. Me, stuffed with him in my mouth, and him, those bright-blue eyes that could pierce holes into the very soul of me.

"Can I fuck that pretty little mouth of yours?" Louis whispered.

My panties were so wet I thought he just might have broken my faucet. I indulged him, curling my lips and flattening my tongue, allowing him to go deeper, to a point I felt him at my throat, the air growing scarce. His hips went back, and I gasped for air, saliva dripping down my chin. He pushed back in, finding a pace. Mumbling my name, lost in a haze.

I squeezed my thighs together, in hopes that the growing heat between them would give me a break. If he made me so flustered like that, on my knees, sucking him off, I was one hundred percent doomed when he fucked me.

“Oh fuck, you're good at this,” He bites his lip. "Don't want to finish in your mouth, pet. Don't tempt me."

A chuckle fell from my lips as I continued to pump, his beautiful blue eyes connected to mine in a very sensual glance. Louis gripped my arms, quite suddenly, lifting me harshly and quickly pinning me up against the tall mahogany door of his bedroom, his lips hard against mine. This time there wasn’t anything sweet. It was urgent, aggressive even. The couple who just wanted to share an intimate moment was gone, now we were two people entreating to relieve the tension we had created. His hands grabbed my buttcheeks, so strong I knew there would be red marks left behind.

“Please, Lou…”

Louis' features grew mischievous as if he was planning to do something nasty to me now. He didn’t answer me, his fingers tracing up my thighs at ease, eliciting mellow moans to fall out from my mouth, wetness pooling. Once he reached the curve of my ass, he pulled me up to wound my legs around his waist, it made a girlish scream slip, then a schoolgirl giggle. Soon enough I felt the softness of his mattress on my back, his body hovering above mine.

“Tsk, tsk, you have been a naughty, naughty girl.”

“Me? Oh, no, you were the one who forced me into using these low tricks to get your attention.”

“Again, I had no idea you were so interested in knowing what I could do,” Louis snapped back, confidence infused on his irises.

“Shut up and show me what that mouth of yours can do.”

"Hmm, feisty, gonna' have to teach ya' some manners later, won't I?”

A strangled moan bubbled in my chest, the double entendre left me on edge. Or perhaps was the deft brush of his tongue as he slid down my body, the prickle of his beard enticing, I was shaking and he hasn't even started. When settled on his stomach, his shoulders breaching the spot between my thighs, I felt the warm breath fan over me, then a kiss on my inner thigh. The tip of his nose got close but backed away, the wet press of his lips on my other thigh.

“Oh fuck, look how wet you are, pet.”

“It’s all for you,” I breathed out, watching him play with the red lace of my panties. “P-please.”

He nods. The rough pad of his thumb sinks on my clit, over the thin fabric covering it, he starts a deliberate circle, tantalising me. Louis does it once, twice, three times, god knows how many times, never diverting his deep blue eyes from mine. He observes as I lose touch with reality, falling back into the alluring taste of pleasure as it starts to pull me in.

I slip into it, moans torn from a porn movie. He teases one finger into me, the rash of my panties leaves a burning feeling in the wake as he pulls back.

"Take them off," I plead, in a breathless impulse.

Louis clicks his tongue, smiling, but doesn't comply, rather, he pushes them to the side. The breath is knocked out of my lungs when he leans to have a taste, thin lips wrapping around where I thrummed with want. I curse, my head lolling back into the plush of his pillows, while my hips thrash forwards, not an ounce left of shame as I grind against his face.

The way he eats it, like a starved animal... It makes me all the hotter and bothered. No one should be this good at this. I could understand the girls now, I'd fight with teeth and claws to have him spend his time between my legs, gentle tongue coaxing orgasm after orgasm from me. Ripping pleasure like one rips apples from a tree.

“Holy shit, I'm gonna', shit-”

“Already, pet?” His tone shows mockery, though I don't feel embarrassed to be put under his scrutiny. He pushes two thick fingers into the wet snug of my cunt, dexterously finding a spot there that made my legs go weak. "Hmm, thought I'd have to work harder."

"Fuck you, Tomlinson," Words float out from my mouth, I'm so far gone it feels ethereal, it feels like I'm not talking at all. "No, no, fuck me."

Bliss finds me quick, but it finds me hard. I shake, and scream, and make a whole mess. His mouth doing its continuous work to guide me through it, to spread it further, to make it last as long as it can. His fingers push deeper, then stills, butterfly licks on my clit the only stimulus. Louis doesn't stop until I'm crying, begging for him to stop.

“Done so good f'me, gorgeous,” Louis mumbles, bending to plant a kiss on each of my inner thighs. “Holy fuck, you're beautiful.”

I offer him a spent laugh, my limbs limp, heavy like stones. He kisses the jut at the bottom of my tummy, the snakes up, finding my pebbled nipples, sucking on them like a babe. His eyes closed, low hums of pleasure as he does. I'm still too sensitive, but it's to no avail, the insatiable throb begging to be taken care of again.

His lips crash on mine in a feverish touch, my taste heavy on his tongue. This night had so far been so much better than I had set out to be, Louis worshipped my body like the pagans worshipped their gods.

The heavy pressure of his cock on my hipbone lit a fire on me. Before I could get a hold of myself, I was rubbing the wet tip to the swollen of my clit, the pulse too much for my dazed brain to handle. He grunted, reaching beside him, followed by the noise of a drawer being opened. When he didn't find the condom he was looking for, Louis sucked one last time at the delicate skin of my neck and stood up, to search it further.

"Son of a bitch," He snarled. “I can't believe that.”

“What?”

“Harry used all of my condoms again!” Snorting, he headed to the door. “I'm going to kill him!”

“As much as the sight of you slaughtering Harry sounds appealing,” I giggled, standing back up on my feet. “It's not necessary. You think I'd go through all this trouble and not by protection?”

“Oh, right,” He scratches the back of his neck. "That's a good call, babe."

"Give me a minute to get it?”

On my tiptoes, I gave him a brief peck on the lips and rushed to his bathroom, where I had left my backpack. It had been indeed a good call to have thought to buy them, or the whole moment it would've been ruined. I dismiss the thoughts while checking myself in the mirror, a wild-haired, swollen-lipped woman staring back at me. Love bites covered a great expanse of my collarbones, breasts, hips... Pretty much all bits were stained purple.

I shake my head, bending to pick up the bag and grabbing the two packages stuffed to the front pocket.

“Pet?”

“I'm coming!”

Armed with a red-laminated package, I jogged back to his room, my chest heaving in exertion. I wasn't, however, ready to the sight of him, laid back, eyes closed and big hand around him. Little noises seeping. Holy fuck my panties were wet. For a moment I thought I had peed myself. No one should look so hot. How in the world was that fair?

"Couldn't wait for me, sweets?"

"Getting it ready f'yeh, pet," Louis looks at me, a lazy smirk growing.

"Seems ready, from where I'm standing," I wink at him. "Got this for you."

I tossed him the condom.

“Strawberry flavour?”

“Do you want to argue about it?”

“Nope. Don't care.”

Louis laughed and slid the rubber down his cock. I took the opportunity to ditch the panties, hurling them to a corner, then crawled back to him. He shifted me down, hovering on top of me. When he kissed me, only love and care trickled through. I could feel how much he wanted me, but I could also feel how much he did love me.

“Please... No more games,” I mumbled, stroking the back of his neck. “I need you inside me.”

My sickly sweet beg was enough for him to plunge into me, both of us moaning in unison. I felt full, contented, despite him being still. At this moment, it all felt worth it, all the trouble I went to get him. I felt connected to him, we fell together like puzzle pieces.

Louis let me adjust to him, his cock a whole new stretch, but the dull ache was too much to allow the stillness to linger a second more. I rolled my hips into him, a scant movement, but enough to spring warmth from my toes to my head.

“So fucking hot, pet,” His voice had reached a deeper tone, it sent chills down my spine. “I don't think I can ever grow tired of you.”

The first snaps were slow, he was testing it out, how deep he could go, how fast. I entertained him, my legs wide open to accommodate the weight of him, curled up and pressed to my chest. Louis growled then, grabbing and putting them over his shoulders, slamming deeper, nudging the very end of me.

He kissed my forehead, reassuring words dripping from him like honey. Their meaning lost in my spinning head, all lost and drunk on him, the warm sweat-slick skin the only anchor to reality I had.

I felt it coming this time, building up to a bone-crushing fall. So fast I didn't think I had it in me. As I neared the sweetness of the second orgasm, each muscle snapping, he pulled out. I whined at the emptiness that crept behind when his cock slipped out of me.

"What are you doing?" My voice came out in a childish whimper.

"Get on your hands and knees f'me, sweets," Louis told me. No, he commanded me. I moaned, shaking, and tried to do as he told me, but faceplanted his pillows. "C'mon, on your hands, pet, you can do it."

It took every scrap of strength I had, but I did it, only to come toppling down as he smacked my ass. Strong enough to leave a handprint. I squealed, fisting the sheets.

"My pretty little squeaky toy," Louis held my hips up, his cock taunting as he dragged up and down. "Make more of those sounds for me, hmm?"

In a rather sharp blow, he was inside me again, stretching, making room to his size. The short nails dug into the small of my back as he pounded, the clap of our skins echoing like a sinful symphony. I was full. Of him, of emotions.

“This is so fucking good, can't believe it took you this long to give it to me good...” I teased, it falls out wracked with pleasure and between desperate gasps.

It was merciless, but the faster he went, the wetter I seemed to get, squelching sounds as he went in and out. Louis was using me as a personal ragdoll, each stutter of his hitting the right spots to coax out mindless noises.

“Faster, babe, I-I’m so close…” A loud exhale stumbles out, my hands wandering through my body in hopes to soothe the growing high.

“If I do that, you won't be able to walk,” It's a deep, oblivious response. Almost as if all he needs is the littlest of encouragement.

“I don't fucking care.”

The room started to whirl when Louis kicked it up a notch. I had no control whatsoever over my body. It was all instinct: the moans, the grinding on his cock… None of it was me, it was the lust-driven woman in my place. Louis guided his skillful fingers to my spasming clit, rubbing it.

“Oh, Lou, I'm gonna...”

“Cum to me, pet.”

I screamed, my whole being reacting to the mix of sensations that came over me. Toes curling, back-arching, arms and legs heavy like lead. I wasn't expecting to be this baffling, this good, but I wasn’t complaining either. My high wore off eventually, and I sighed, closing my eyes. I listened as Louis kept going, falling apart soon after, my name on his lips.

The following minutes were soaked in silence. While I lied tired on the soft mattress, Louis went up to remove the condom, disposing of it in a bin. Within seconds he returned, pulling me to his arms, embracing me. I figured out words weren’t needed now, just us holding one another fulfilled our every need. He stroked my back and I drew small figures on his chest, tiredness consuming us.

“Are you alright?” Louis finally asked, eyes locked on the ceiling. “You’re too quiet…”

“'Course I am, babe,” A tired smile curved my smudged lips. “Thank you, for this.”

“I think I am the one who should be thanking you,” His chest shook with a quick laugh, “You're so perfect, love, I still 'ave no idea what did I do to deserve yeh.”

“Stop it,” Propping myself up, I looked at him, sceptical. “You didn't have to do anything to deserve me, because you're already a wonderful person, Louis. And I love you. God, I love you more than I ever thought I'd love someone.”

“Not more than I love you, baby.”

Louis stole a chaste kiss on my lips, smiling as he did so. I threaded my fingers on the unkempt strands of his hair, pulling his face towards mine and deepening the kiss. I was far from done with him.

"What an insatiable girl," Louis joked, kissing the tip of my nose and hiding his face on the crook of my neck, hot tongue licking a stripe on my burning skin. "Are you ready for one more?"

"Oh baby, you thought one fuck would be enough?”

“Well fuck me, you dirty talking to me is going to ruin me, d'yeh know that?” His hands slid down my belly, only stopping when he reached the needy cunt that was craving for his touch. “Oh, pet, you're going to break me.”

“Yeah, yeah, just do your job right.”

Laughing, Louis agreed with a nod, gluing his lips to mine again and I could tell that, from now on, he would never leave me flustered again.

[moonbeamwritings]

one missed call

Summary: You were haunted by what happened in Egypt. The loss of your friends and the disconnect from the others that came in the years afterwards weighed heavily on your mind. One night, after a horrible day at work, you find that you received a voicemail from someone you never thought you’d hear from again: Jotaro Kujo.

Author’s Note: This is a little different from what I normally post. A little less fluff, a little more angst. There are very brief mentions of blood, but they’re vague. Let me know what you think!

The second you stepped through your apartment door and closed it, you slumped back with a sigh. “Worst day ever,” you spoke aloud. Kicking off your shoes and dropping your bag, you collapsed onto your couch, relishing in the silence of your living room.

This time of year was always… difficult, to say the least. Not only were the holidays beyond stressful in and of themselves, but you were reminded, more so than any other time of year, of the loss of your dear friends.

Every night over the past week had graced you with images of gore, the rush of blood and water, and the whirring screech of an ambulance coupled with the muffled voices of Speedwagon Foundation medics, their hushed conversations blaring in your ears despite their quiet tones.

“Noriaki Kakyoin. Time of death approximately-”

You shook the thought from your head, feeling all the more sick to your stomach. Your day at work hadn’t been easy given your current state, but your boss refused reason, seemingly working you harder knowing that you were suffering. You were tired, in more ways than one.

You flicked the television on and disappeared down the hallway. If I’m gonna be upset, you thought, I might as well be comfortable. Tugging a warm, soft sweater over your head and a pair of sweatpants up your legs, you were ready to tackle whatever horrible tv show was on and whatever leftovers you had in the fridge.

You reheated some take-out you’d had over the weekend and dropped back onto the couch, mind slowly shutting down at the sight of a brainless, campy reality tv show on one of the stations. Perfect.

Your position on the couch gave you a clear view of your phone, resting on a small table across the room.

Blink blink. Blink blink.

The green answering machine light was on, which almost never happened. Nobody calls me, you thought curiously. You muted the tv and made your way over to the phone, a funny feeling bubbling in your stomach.

Clicking play, you felt your heart stop in your chest, completely ceasing to beat as it knocked the air from your lungs.

“Hi,” a deep, smooth voice spoke through the phone, “This is Jotaro Kujo. I hope I’ve reached the right number.”

Your mouth fell open as you heard him. It was really him. You hadn’t spoken to Jotaro since you last saw him at the airport in Egypt, 10 years ago. You would scoff if you didn’t miss him so damn much. Back then, he’d looked at you like he had something to say, but it seemed as though he opted to bite his tongue. When Polnareff had pulled you all into a group hug before returning to France, you had a sinking feeling in your chest. DIO had been defeated, sure, but something still didn’t seem right.

You moved on, as they all seemed to. You returned home, you went back to some semblance of normalcy despite the nightmares, the loneliness. You had half a mind to be pissed, to ignore the phone call and to kick Jotaro out of your life for good, dealing with the spiraling thoughts all on your own. You couldn’t do it anymore, though, and that’s what compelled you to hang on to his every word.

“I, um-” There was a pregnant pause, almost so long that you had assumed he hung up, “I hope you’re doing well.” He let out a short laugh. There was no joy in it. “Well, as good as you can be, I guess.”

“I wanted to call to apologize. Leaving you in the dark for so long, letting you live with the grief all on your own, knowing that I was going through the same things. It never sat well with me. The old man said that just telling you what’s been going through my head might help, even if you tell me to fuck off. I know my emotions are nowhere near as obvious as I think they are.”

You felt your heart start to beat again, slowly going faster and faster until it was little more than hammering in your chest.

“Yare yare daze, I guess I just-” Jotaro cut himself off again, a creak in a chair sounded in the background, “I couldn’t handle it. I know it’s a pathetic excuse and I know you must be angry with me. You might not even listen to this message. I wouldn’t be upset if you didn’t.”

How could I not, you thought in silent response.

“I just couldn’t bring myself to reach out, well, until now. You reminded me of everything I felt like I couldn’t have, what I can’t have.”

You found your brows creasing in confusion.

“I was in love with you back then.” Another mirthless laugh, a beat of silence. “I guess I still am. That’s why I called. Look, I’m sorry for going radio silent, for not reaching out… for everything. I was afraid and I felt like I didn’t deserve you.”

Hot, wet tears began racing down your cheeks and you had to place a hand over your mouth to stifle a sob. You closed your eyes as the message played on.

“I don’t deserve you. I’m being selfish, but I can’t do this anymore. I need to see you, if you’ll have me.” The call fell silent again and you could swear you heard Jotaro let out a soft sound, a sniffle followed by a clearing of his throat. When he returned to the phone, you could hear the emotion in his voice.

“I’m sorry. If you get this, give me a call. Bye.”

With the click of the phone, your living room was plunged into silence, save for the sound of your soft cries. You furiously wiped at your tears as they fell, walking back to sit down on the couch to will your heart to just slow down, if only for a minute.

Your mind was reeling, sending your whole world spiraling upside down. All over just one phone call.

He’d been in love with you? Then, and even now?

It was hard to believe, which made the whole situation that much worse. Why now? Why in this way? Had he, too, been thinking about that fateful trip to Egypt all those years ago? Was November and December just as difficult for him as it was for you?

It was painful, dealing with endless thoughts all while fat, salty tears raced down your face, dampening the sleeves of your sweater with every swipe at your eyes. You leaned back against the armrest, losing yourself in the nonexistent patterns decorating your ceiling.

Thinking back now, perhaps all this time spent with no word from him was so upsetting all because you were in love with him. How stupid, you blubbered, to be thrust into such an emotional upheaval all over a boy you’d fallen in love with at 17. It’s not fair.

He hadn’t even called, or tried to. He had ten years to do so and clearly he knew someone who could connect him to you. You rolled your eyes at the thought of the Speedwagon Foundation’s involvement in all of this. It was frustrating, racing back and forth between anger, sadness, and elation.

You resolved to deal with this mess tomorrow. Maybe sleep will help, you thought as you tucked yourself into bed, eager to shut your eyes.

Sleep did not come so easily because of course it didn’t. Echoes of his words rattled in your mind, playing on a loop as if to torment you, to make your nights even more sleepless. 

Before you knew it, the sun was up.

As if to give you some sort of reprieve, you were off from work. A small treat from the universe to say, you can rest, just this once.

You practically dragged your body down the hallway, eyes stinging with a lack of sleep and unshed tears. With breakfast sorted, you sat down to listen to the voicemail again. You weren’t sure if you were just trying to make yourself more upset or if the warm, orange glow of the sun shining through your blinds would bring you some form of clarity.

The second time through did little else but convince you that you needed to talk to Jotaro, no matter how painful it may end up being.

With a shaking hand, you reached out to dial his number, taking each digit slowly as a way to delay the inevitable. The line began to ring and you could almost feel your mouth running dry, the thudding of your heart threatening to burst your chest open. You bit your lip in a futile attempt to keep the water in your eyes from spilling over.

After four rings, you could hear Jotaro answer, “Hello?”

The ringing in your ears, the pounding in your heart, they didn’t stop with the sound of his voice.

“Uh hi, Jotaro? It’s me.”

[faerune]

relationships for valentina / preferences for addie / emotions for diana / mental health for claire / history for jane / this or that for cara / features for tess 😇

rach im gunna stab u thank you <3

— VALENTINA Has your OC ever been in love, be it romantic or platonic or otherwise? Who with and did they ever express their feelings or keep it private? How long did these feelings persist / do they still feel this way? Yes! Valentina has definitely been in love multiple times in her life (and unlife). She's the kind of person who falls in love very easily and often is pretty confident in expressing those feelings! She's currently in love with her partner, Nines, and he knows damn well that she does. She's always been more of a flighty person when it comes to love but the two of them have been an outlier in that trend for her and have been together since 2005!

What kind of things would end any relationship for them? Is there a history behind why these things bother them? Could they ever take someone back despite this? If so or if not, why? Someone who uses her/underestimates her/makes her feel stupid. Valentina wants someone who can see through that vapid, brainless persona she puts out there to manipulate people and appreciate how fucking smart and intelligent she really is. I don't think she could ever be with someone who doesn't make her feel like an equal and imho that's why her and Lacroix would never work. Valentina only really tolerated him using her as a pawn was because she was still getting her footing in the Nights and he was someone powerful to hide behind while she did.

How affectionate are they with their friends? Their family? Their romantic partner(s) (if they have any)? Are they more physical or emotional when it comes to displaying their affection? Why? Very affectionate! Valentina is always kissing and hugging and loving on her friends (as long as they're okay with it!). She's a very affectionate person in general. She usually saved her verbal affection for big moments when people really need to hear such things. Valentina's a wordsmith, she knows when to bring out the big guns.

How easy is it for them to connect with others and make friends? On the flip side how easy is it for them to make an enemy of someone? Are they the kind of person who hangs around the food table at a party and never talks to anyone or are they the type who can talk to anyone? Valentina kinda floats between everyone, not really claiming loyalty or making enemies of one side or another because it's usually the safest way to be. When she decides you're an enemy, you won't know until there's a knife in your back because she's been smiling the whole way. She's definitely a life of the party person who can talk to anyone! Great at small talk and even getting out deep conversations from people she just met.

What kind of things do they expect from their relationships? Does this differ between platonic relationships and romantic ones? Is your OC “demanding” or a door mat? What kinds of things do people expect from them in a relationship? Loyalty. Loyalty. Loyalty. Adventure. Partnership. She doesn't like things to be boring. Trust is a very hard thing with Valentina, very hard to earn but very valuable and she needs to know the person she's letting so close is trustworthy. I think this applies to her platonic relationships too! Valentina passes herself off as a very agreeable person but if you say/do something that pisses her off she files it away for later. If you really know her well, you can catch the small nuances of her change in attitude towards people once she gets pissed enough.

— ADDIE Give us a list of general likes and dislikes, such as colours, textures, music, weather and other stuff! Likes: warm neutral colors, greens, oranges, yellows, lights blues, colorful quilts, the feeling of silk, the smell of drying herbs, the smell of leather, the smell of old books, tea, gardening, pretty dresses, warm sweaters, light rain, sunny clear days but only outside of haven in nature, the smell of gunpowder, hearty foods like stew and mashed potatoes, mint sweets, fuzzy socks, helping people, going dancing, live music Dislikes: nobles, nobles, nobles, the autarchy, religion, people who step on others to get ahead especially innocents, spicy food, scratchy wool, heels, dust (makes her sneeze like crazy), manipulative people, hot summer days IN haven, music you can’t dance to, pants, change

What is your OC’s favourite meal? Snack? Dessert? Drink? Any reasons behind this besides liking how it tastes? Something hearty! A potato stew or well-seasoned meat and veggies. She loves to snack on little mint candies while she works! As for a dessert, I can see her loving anything chocolate so maybe a chocolate cake. Addie loves some nice warm tea of any kind really! Hearty meals make her feel warm and cozy and at home really.

What is your OC’s most hated food? Stuff they can’t stand to eat or drink? Spicy food! Any kind really. She’s not a big fan of seafood either, it’s a smell thing for her.

Where is your OC’s favourite place to relax or calm down? Recount a story of their time spent in this place! What makes it so special to them? Her garden! It’s a little haven in the city for her. Her shop/house and her garden is something she worked so hard for and cultivated lovingly through her early 20s. It’s something that’s entirely her own, a quiet place to think and spend time with her plants and just feel the soil under her feet and underneath her nails and smell the way the herbs carry on the breeze. 

Is there anywhere your OC hates to go to? Anywhere that stresses them out or have negative memories of? Anywhere super religious because she’s just got such bad experience with the Autarchy and the One God’s religion due to her being a mage and also growing up in such a poor area of Haven so oppressed and forgotten by the entire concept. She doesn’t have great memories of the orphanage she grew up in either but she doesn’t really actively avoid it. Just doesn’t feel great when she passes by it.

Who is your OC’s favourite person? Why is this person the top of their list and have they actually met them (an idol or rolemodel or celeb can be someone’s favourite after all!). *clown shoes honking*. Trouble. She just adores him and he makes her laugh, her sunshine boy <3 He really is the sunshine to her flower and in his presence she just radiates. She feels so safe with him. They’re best friends even before they’re together romantically and it’s unfortunate the circumstances in which they’re thrown together but she’s glad they’re back in each others lives more permanently. 

Who does your OC absolutely hate, the one person who they’d sell to Satan for one corn chip? Why do they loathe this person so? The Autarch. Self explanatory.

What kind of subjects (of conversation, of discussion, in school or whatever) does your OC find interesting or engaging or that they can talk for hours about? What kind of stuff do they just find fun? Herbs, healing, magic, history! Cooking too, she’s a great cook and loves to share recipes (I imagine her and Halek will get along great!). She loves to bake as well but she’s less skilled at that aside from baking like loaves of bread. 

What things bore your OC to tears and they couldn’t care less about? Why? Politics. Business. Riel tries to explain to her that she can’t keep taking care of people for free if she wants to keep her shop and she’s like cool anyways that’s a lot of numbers u want me to make you some soup?

— DIANA What can make your OC smile even when they’re feeling down? What cheers them up and makes everything feel better for them? Is your OC genrally a happy person and do they enjoy making others smile? What about your OC makes others happy? Robin and Steve :’). It’s sappy but they really can cheer her up in a way that no one else can. That goes double for her dad! He’s such a kind, good father and is so in touch with Diana’s emotions that his encouragement and comfort goes far. In terms of other things, listening to her favorite music, doing little things to stretch her brain out like crosswords or solitaire. Diana kinda has RBF and isn’t normally a very smiley, peppy person? I think that she gets more happy as she grows up and finds her niche and her People. For a long time, she was just kind of drifting along until she got to some place “better” not really enjoying the journey. I think she does like making people laugh but not very many people do considering her dry humor :’). I think her friends and family are really happy at Diana’s loyalty, her intelligence, and her drive.

What is your OC afraid of? Any crippling phobias or some such? How do they act when scared and what helps them calm down? Does anyone ever find your OC scary? Why? Failure, my god. Spiders, drowning, tight spaces. Diana kinda closes down when she’s afraid, she tries to talk herself through it but sometimes ends up shutting herself down more and locking down. She just kinda needs to get through it and then break down later. I’m not sure if anyone finds her scary but intimating? Yeah, she’s very intimidating.

Does your OC act petty and jealous easily? What sort of things make them feel like this and do they experience guilt for getting so worked up? How do they deal with these emotions when they get them? If your OC doesn’t feel like this often, why not? skldgksdg yes she does even if she doesn’t show it. She’s used to being the best around in her chosen fields so when she gets to college she’s like excuse me all of these people are...a little too close to how good I am I don’t like it. She gets frustrated a little her freshman year especially when she’s not immediately in good with her professors. As for romantic jealousy, Diana kind of has a default from being unpopular and bullied in school that lots of people think Steve deserves better/prettier/whatever than her. It makes her bristle and get a little quiet/snippy but she manages it pretty well to her credit. It’s her confidence that gets her through.

How easy is it to shock your OC? To confuse them? To lie to them, to manipulate them? How are they with feelings of trust? Can your OC be trusted? Not super easy! Diana takes such a rational approach to things that when like...Dustin brings her in on the things going on in Hawkins she doesn’t actually believe him at first. Diana thinks she’s super smart and usually is so she kinda already has all her scenarios covered. By the time it’s revealed that like, oh yeah oh shit this is real she just kind of takes a deep breath and is like OK WELL let’s handle this. We love a pragmatic baby. It’s not easy to confuse Diana nor lie or manipulate her. Trust comes hard with her but it’s valuable once it’s earned. She definitely can be trusted! Diana keeps her promises religiously.

In general, how in control of their emotions is your OC? Do they have a good hold on them or do their emotions control them, not the other way around? What do you think is the reason behind this and is your OC ever concerned about their lack of or good control? Very in control! Very rarely do her emotions control her and usually if they ever do it’s emotions that are foreign to her (ex: her romantic relationship with Steve when it first starts, she takes a lot of risks that she normally wouldn’t because of how she feels). I think her mom is someone who is very in control of her emotions and as Diana grew up she kind of adopted that attitude. Not that Diana was ever shamed for being emotional, in fact her dad always made sure she had a safe space to express them but she just admired how in control her mother was. 

— CLAIRE Compare your OC to themselves from 10 years ago. How has their mental state changed since then, how have they aged and grown up? Would they say they’re in a better place than they were back then or do they need help? What advice would they give their younger self? What advice would their younger self give to them now? Claire is much more social and open to love. She’s healed and created a new life for herself. Ten years previous, she had just been found by her closest friend Dale after years and years of living a solitary life after the loss of her husband and child in the first few months of the outbreak. Dale really changed her for the better as did everyone who came after him. She’s in a much better place now than she used to be. I think Claire’s advice to her younger self would to not let pain/the fear of pain keep herself from opening herself up to new love and friendship and family. Claire’s younger self would try and give Claire advice that she can only really rely on herself. 

Does your OC have any triggers? What is the history behind these triggers and are they related to any disorders or mental illnesses? In what ways does your OC react to being triggered? Definitely. Claire, just like everyone else, has had a traumatizing time during the outbreak. Strange triggers seem to bring Claire back to moments in time. She hates to be cold, reminds her a lot of those years she was alone and struggling just to survive. Certain smells will bring her back to before the outbreak, reminder her of her husband and by extension his death. She avoids a lot of babies/baby stuff just because that reminds her of the child she lost too. Claire usually shuts down and distances herself when these things bring up memories.

What does a bad mental health day look like for your OC? Walk us through it with them. What kind of things can help them out of this slump and what kinds of things comfort them when they start to feel like this? Isolating herself, going out beyond Jackson into the woods and hunting or just really walking until all she can think about are how much her legs hurt and how hungry she is. Not a lot of things can help her, she’s so used to being alone with these feelings. Joel tries and understands to some extent but he also understands that sometimes Claire just needs to fuck off for awhile. He isn’t exactly the paragon of healthy coping either though so...

What is your OC’s mentality? Are they overall positive? Negative? A bit of both? Describe their thought patterns and reasoning behind their choice making! Negative, though Claire would refer to herself as a realist instead. She’s had a lot of bad turns in life which is sad because prior to the outbreak I think she was one of the most optimistic people you could meet, it’s one of the reasons why her first husband fell in love with her. 

Talk about some of the traumatic events in your OC’s life. These events can be ones that have happened to them or a loved one. These events can be minor or major. Ohhhh boy. Bad family, loss of her husband and child right after birth during a global outbreak, everything she’s seen of people’s evils during the outbreak, the loss (though not tragic and from old age!) of her friend Dale. Just a lot.

— JANE What is the earliest memory your OC can recall? Do they know what their first words were or remember where they took their first steps? Do they have any mementos of their childhood they’ve kept such as a stuffed toy or tiny baby clothes? Playing with the other orphanage kids out on the playground in the warm sunshine. She doesn’t know what her first words were or her first steps, she was tossed around foster homes so often those memories are lost. No mementos from childhood she’s kept. She doesn’t really like to remember that part of her past.

Who was your OC’s first friend? Do they remember them or are they still friends now? Talk about some of the people your OC has lost contact with over the years. Do they have any regrets about losing these people and would they revist them if they could? Probably one of the other foster kids! I’d like to think she remembers them but they lost touch, just the way things go. One of her friendships was definitely affected later on in her life by her association with gangs and I think that kind of made her switch paths and join up with the Alliance. She hopes they’re doing well and if she ever saw them again she might have the courage to tell them they changed her life.

What did your OC want to be when they grew up and why? Did they have any lifelong dreams or ambitions they never got to work on or are they currently working to achieve this dream? Has their life taken a very unexpected turn and put all these plans on hold for a while or have they given up on any dreams? So many different things but most of all she wanted off earth. She wanted to see the universe, the stars, the planets, and all the adventure it held off there. It seemed like such a far off dream to her but it was apparently meant to be because she got somewhere. If little Jane knew how she turned out, she’d think older Jane was THE coolest person.

Where is your OC from? Where were they born? Do they still live there, if not why did they move? If they still live in the area how has it changed since their childhood? How many places has your OC lived in and where has been their favourite? I haven’t decided on a specific city for Jane but she was Earthborn and from a poor subset of a large industrious urban city. I don’t think she’d ever, ever want to go back there but I like to think she donates and opens charities and stuff in that city to kind of pay back what that city gave her in a weird way. Jane loves either being on the Normandy and then she eventually really loves her and Kaidan’s home on the coast. It’s something just for them and honestly I think it’s the only home besides the Normandy that’s really been hers. 

What was your OC like as a baby, a child and as a teen? (if your OC is a teen or a child, what will they be like as an adult?). How have they changed since then? What lessons have they learned and what things about their youth do they miss the most? Do they have any general regrets? Jane was a really quiet, well-behaved baby! Very serious in a humorous way tbh. As a child and as a teen, she started acting out to get attention. She was forced to grow up very fast due to her environment and got very cocky and arrogant and independent because of it. She knew better than the adults basically. Snuck out a lot, got in trouble with foster parents and the orphanage workers, etc, etc. Jane looks back with a bit of regretful fondness of the little girl she used to be. So full of fire and spark! But she does wish that she had had a gentle hand to guide her and protect her.

— CARA Day or Night? Sun or Rain? Summer or Winter? Night, rain, and winter!

Function or Aesthetic? Skirts or Pants? Heels or Flats? A little mix of both, pants, and heels if we’re talking formal wear and not like day to day!

Star gazing or cloud watching? Hand-holding or snuggles? Early mornings or late nights? STARGAZING, snuggles, and late nights.

Music or Silence? Swords or Spells? Cities or Nature? Silence, spells, and nature.

Tea or Coffee or Hot Chocolate? Sweet or Spicy? Fruits or Vegetables? Tea or coffee, spicy, and fruits!

— TESS What does your OC’s voice sound like? Their laugh? Are they good at singing? Do they have an accent? A slight southern accent! (Not as strong as say Daryl or Rick’s because she grew up closer to Atlanta). Slightly on the deeper side, very warm and soothing. The kind you could listen to read a book for hours. Her laugh is very whole and hearty too! Though, she giggles sometimes which is adorable. Tess is alright at singing, at the very least passable!

Do they wear a specific accessory with a special meaning behind it? What is their usual fashion sense like? What do they wear when they want to be comfortable and what do they wear when they’re going to a fancy party? Or do they just not care? Yes! Tess wears her father’s Yankees hat because it was important to him and they always watched baseball together as a family! She wears a woven bracelet given to her by her niece as well as a butterfly necklace given to her by Daryl when they’re together. She’s very simple and utilitarian. Solid colors, not very many patterns except for plaid. She likes clean cuts and clean boot cut jeans. Lots of denim! I can see her wearing a high-necked long sleeved sort of form-fitting sweater dress to a party! She wears lots of t-shirts and jeans when she was to just be comfy and the occasional sweatpants just around the house.

What would your OC say is their best feature? Why? What do their friends / family / lover(s) / people they know think is their best feature and why? I’d say her legs! She’s super tall and leggy. Also, her freckles. She used to hate them but now she thinks they’re unique. The other people in her life definitely agree with freckles but they also love her smile and her dark brown eyes that are so WARM.

Does your OC have any tattoos or other body art? Does their body art have any specific meaning behind it? Do they have any scars? How did they get those scars? Any birthmarks? No tattoos! Tess has quite a few scars. A notable one is a cauterized bullet wound on her right hip. A scar on her left cheek/jaw from a knife. She has lots of little beauty marks/moles and freckles!

In what ways would your OC alter their body if they could? How would they do it using mundane means (hair dye, surgery, make-up?). What is their ideal look for themself? I don’t think Tess is a very vain person. Maybe a younger Tess might have more criticisms about her body but Tess atm is a very mature, confident person including how she feels about her body. She really loves it and has worked hard to get to that point scars, tummy, thick thighs, stretch marks, freckles, and all!

[writing-imagines]

“A Late Night Walk, Talk and Kiss” A Cassie Howard imagine

Possible warnings: swearing, mention of Cassie being slut shamed, mention of divorce

Parties were never really your thing. Even in grade school, you hated the idea of sitting in a room with people you didn’t know that well and celebrating something. High school parties were no exception even with your best friend there.

“Are you having a good time?” Lexi asked over the blaring music and other loud conversations.

“I’m not having a terrible time, but I wouldn’t say I’m having a good time either. You know how I feel about parties.”

“I know. I just thought maybe it would do you some good to actually socialize for once.”

“I socialize a lot. You’re just not there to see it all the time.”

“Texting Rue while hanging out with me does not count as a lot of socializing.”

“Of course it does. You’re just jealous I have other friends.”

“No, it-oh, hey Rue.” You turned your attention from Lexi to a very angry Rue.

“Gia is hanging out with Troy. I need your help, Lexi.”

“Okay. I’ll be right back, y/n.” Lexi quickly jumped up, causing her Bob Ross wig to bounce, and followed Rue into the other room.

So, there you sat alone on Kat’s couch watching everyone dance around in their Halloween costumes. You had to admit that although most of your classmates had the intelligence of a worm, they had pretty cool costume ideas. Even though you enjoyed people watching (and a few drinks), you were tired and it was getting close to your curfew. Figuring Lexi would be a while, you made a mental note to text her that you left rather than trying to find her again. You quickly finished your drink before getting up and making your way to the front door. Just a few steps away from the door, you were stopped by some guy dressed as a zombie.

“Hey, you hang out with Lexi, right?”

“Uhh...sometimes, yeah?”

“You know where she would be?” While contemplating telling this strange man where one of your closest friends were, you noticed a girl who looked like Cassie storm past and out the front door.

“Uh...she already went home.”

Before he could say another word you pushed passed him and jogged out the door. Sure enough, Cassie was walking down the street in her Alabama Worley outfit. If it were anyone else, you probably would have let them walk away. But you couldn’t let your best friend’s sister walk alone at night.

“Cassie! Cassie, wait up!” You called out as you ran towards her. She looked over her shoulder and stopped walking when she realized who you were.

“What do you want, y/n?”

“I saw you run out of the party. I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Judging from the mascara streaks down her face, Cassie defiantly wasn’t okay.

“Thanks. I just...” Cassie let out a sigh and visibly faught back tears.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. Let’s just get you home, okay?” Cassie let out a sniffle and nodded her head.

“Okay.”

Cassie started walking again and you followed distantly beside her. You two weren’t necessarily close, but Cassie was nice to you anytime you hung out with Lexi or stayed the night at their house. Of course, you would be lying if you said you didn’t have a tiny crush on her, after all, she was one of the few girls in town who were beautiful and had a great personality. It broke your heart to know that most people overlooked her personality and just focused on her looks. You were pulled out of your thoughts when a sharp breeze blew past you, making Cassie shiver.

“Here. Take my sweater.” You stopped walking and carefully pulled the sweater over your head. Cassie looked at the sweater for a moment before taking it from you.

“Thanks. I guess I should have worn a warmer outfit.” Cassie quickly put the sweater on and enjoyed the warmth. You couldn’t explain why, but seeing Cassie in your clothes nearly made your brain short circuit. Cassie continued walking while you tried to form senerences.

“I like your costume. True Romance is a great movie.”

“You’ve watched True Romance?”

“Yeah, like a hundred times. I took a film class at my old school and for my final project I analyzed it.”

“I didn’t know you went to another school.”

“Yeah. I lived in Colorado before my parents got divorced. Life was pretty good there, but I defiantly like it better here.” You could tell the alcohol was defiantly hitting since you never really talked about your past with anyone.

“Really? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but this town sucks. Everyone is in everyone’s business.”

“It’s like that in most towns though. Unless you live in a major city or out in the middle of nowhere.”

“I want to live in a huge city someday. Like so big no one can track me down or-” Cassie stopped talking and let out a sigh, leaving you confused.

“Or?”

“Or know me for my nudes.”

In that moment you froze. When you first moved to town there had been talk about some girl’s nudes being sent around. It wasn’t until you started school that you were able to put a face and name to the rumor. You saw how everyone would watch her walk by then whisper horrible things about her and it killed you, especially when you became friends with Lexi.

“I haven’t seen them. I think it’s really fucked up that people spread them around.” You looked from the road to Cassie. She had an almost hopeful look in her eyes.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I avoided them at all costs.”

“Thanks. That actually means a lot. Most people in this town have seen them and judge me. Do you know how many people see me as a brainless slut?”

“No, I don’t.”

“All the guys in this town think that. That’s why I left Kat’s party. You know Daniel, right?”

“Unfortunately, yes I do.”

“He told me I was boring and anyone who is interested in me in lying because I’m only good for sex.” You stopped dead in your tracks, causing Cassie to stop too.

“Are you serious? He actually sad that to you?”

“Yeah, he did. But don’t worry about it. Daniel has always been a dick.”

“Fuck him. You’re such an amazing person, Cassie. Do you want me to beat him up? I’m non-confrontational ninety nine percent of the time, but I will go back to that party beat the shit out of him for talking to you like that.”

“Easy, killer. He’s just another stupid boy, it’s okay. Come on, let’s keep walking.”

Cassie held your hand and the two of you kept on your walk. You couldn’t deny that you liked the feeling of holding her hand. You kind of wished the walk wouldn’t end, but you figured it was just the alcohol talking. After a few more minutes of walking you found yourself at Cassie’s doorstep, still holding her hand.

“Thank you for walking me home and listening to me. I really appreciate it.”

“It was my pleasure. I wanted to make sure you got home safe.”

“Are you going to make it home safe?” She asked with a grin since you only lived three houses down.

“I don’t know. It’s a pretty long walk. I could die of exhaustion.”

“Maybe this will help you.” Cassie let go of your hand and leaned forward to kiss your lips. You swore you were going to pass out right then and there.

“Y-Yeah. I think that’ll keep me going.” That made her grin and let out a small laugh.

“I’m glad. Goodnight, y/n.”

“Goodnight, Cassie.”

You stepped off her doorstep and made it a few feet away before she called out for you again.

“Hey, what about your sweater?”

“Keep it. It looks better on you anyway.”

Even though you were a few feet away, you could still see the blush across Cassie’s face. You couldn’t fight the smile that crept across your face either, so you continued your short walk home.

When you finally made it inside you allowed yourself to breathe since Cassie kissed you. Part of you wondered if the whole walk home was a dream and that you would wake up any moment with a broken heart. That moment never came though. Instead, you fell asleep with Cassie on your mind.

[peaceoutofthepieces]

Sink Or Swim

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Sunday, 12:40

Song: Peter Manos - In My Head

Lucas is surprised his dad hasn’t come to tell him how pathetic he is yet. He supposes it isn’t necessary. Lucas is more than aware of it himself.

He’d dragged himself out to go to the bathroom and get breakfast and managed to avoid a run-in. Now he’s curled up in his bed with the covers pulled up to his neck, trying not to feel too sorry for himself.

It isn’t easy.

He’s tempted to call Kes, but he’d called him yesterday, and he doesn’t want to be so needy. He’s thought about messaging Isa, but he isn’t really sure what he would say. He’s sure they’re all busy anyway. Possibly even hanging out together. Without him. As is likely the new normal already.

Lucas had been so sure he’d found his new normal already, too, but nothing feels normal about his situation anymore. He feels more stupid than anything. He doesn’t know what he’s been thinking. He doesn’t know how he has managed to mess everything up so massively already.

Jens was offering him friendship, and of course Lucas went overboard with it. Of course he’s a fool.

He’s spent the weekend rewatching the vlogs. He’s already in that deep.

It goes against all his rules, but he can’t bring himself to stop. He can’t get any of it out of his head. He can’t stop feeling Jens’s hands on his hips, or his breath on his ear. He can’t stop remembering the pump of his heart when Jens has done nothing more than smile. He can’t stop imagining what Jens might have done, if Lucas hadn’t pulled away from their dance, if Lucas had made up for it when Jens pulled him down to sit in front of him by leaning right back against his chest. He can’t stop considering all the possibilities that have never been possible in the first place.

He can’t stop seeing Jens with her, looking entirely at home.

He’d avoided Instagram entirely yesterday, resisting the temptation to open Jens’s message or stalk his page or Jana’s for any possible torture. He hates how dramatic his heart is being. He knew not to expect anything, and he’d let himself get much too carried away anyway. Jens had just seemed so close and so possible. Now Lucas is realising the boy is probably even more like Kes than he thought.

Lucas is long over that, but there’s still a leftover sting regardless, even as he cringes at his own thoughts and thoughtless actions. It makes him feel worse, sometimes, now that the feelings have slipped away, to look back at it, but he can’t quite bring himself to regret it.

It’s given him plenty of time to come to terms with everything. With himself. He can’t exactly bring himself to regret something that taught him so much.

It just obviously hasn’t taught him enough.

It’s in moments like this where a little of that self-hate returns with full force, and he can’t help wishing that he was just normal. It wouldn’t feel like this, if he was just crushing on a girl who didn’t return his feelings.

He might have no proof to back this up, but he feels pretty sure of it all the same.

It would be fine, if he thought it wouldn’t mess anything up with Jens. He’s mostly angry with himself because of how much he’s already letting it affect him. He had run from the party without even saying goodbye, and he hasn’t responded to the message that Jens had so sweetly sent him afterwards. Or to the second message Jens had sent him yesterday, saying that he hoped Lucas got there safe and was having fun. He’d laughed at the irony of it. He doesn’t know how to explain to Jens that he’s completely miserable, and that he hadn’t gone anywhere in the first place.

He’s lying in his bed in Antwerp, and he’s giving in and clicking on Jens’s Instagram story.

It’s a video of him at the skatepark, flying up the ramp towards the camera, grinning as he jumps off his board and pushes the person away. The responding giggles sound like they come from Robbe. He looks as beautiful as ever, and Lucas wishes more than anything that he could join them. The pained twist of his heart isn’t entirely strong enough to make him want to stay away. It’s just an additional ache.

He escapes the app in a rush and opens Spotify, hoping to distract himself. His fingers twitch, tempted to draw, but there’s already a cramp in them. It was all he’d done yesterday. He’d needed to get his thoughts out, needed to put his emotions on paper, in something real, and endless sketches had poured out, inspired by the past few weeks. He’d sketched Sander first, stood in the art shop with his camera and his smirk. He’d sketched Luca, taking care with her curls and her glasses, one eye closed in a wink, adding extra details as he refused to pour out his mind’s main focus.

It still hadn’t stopped him from creating a dozen sketches of Jens, most only half-completed, the image lost midway as another one came to the forefront.

He needs a break from feeling like this, for a while. Before he remembers that he has to return to school tomorrow, where it will be unavoidable.

He doesn’t get very far, unable to make up his mind, before a notification pops up at the top of his screen and destroys any notion of forgetting his feelings.

Jens has messaged him again. Undeterred, it seems, by Lucas’s previous lack of response.

hey, you’re probably still busy but I was wondering what time you would be back? I’m at the skatepark with the boys, and we’ll probably be here until late, if you wanted to join for a while

Before Lucas can even take this in, another message appears.

you’re probably staying with your friends until the evening though, so don’t worry about it

Lucas blinks at the message with furrowed brows. At first his heart twists, thinking Jens has changed his mind and is politely telling him not to come after all. But the rushed manner in which it had been sent makes him doubt himself, and he rereads it again, searching for the purpose of it. The meaning behind it. Another thought comes to mind, but he can’t quite let himself entertain it. That can’t be right.

There’s no way that Jens is nervous.

It sounds an awful lot like he might be, though, the more Lucas reads it over. He begins to feel a little bad. He hadn’t thought too much on what his distance might feel like to Jens. He hadn’t considered the idea that he’s being unfair. It isn’t Jens’s fault, that Lucas feels hurt. He couldn’t possibly know. Lucas hopes that he doesn’t know. To Jens, it probably feels like Lucas is ignoring him now that he’s with his friends in Utrecht. That he simply takes a back seat. Lucas is the terrible person for knowingly hurting him this way.

He can’t help but smile slightly, and then his hands are moving on their own, opening the message and typing a reply.

I’m already home

It appears as ‘seen’ almost instantly, and it takes just as little time for the typing bubble to appear.

you left early? is everything okay?

I never went

He watches the texting bubble appear and disappear a few times before quickly typing out another message.

came home to my dad waiting for me. he found my (very small) stash. wasn’t pleased.

The typing bubble doesn’t appear for long now.

shit

grounded? I was wondering why you hadn’t replied

Lucas hadn’t even realised that he was creating the perfect out for himself. It’s that simple. It probably makes sense, that his grounding would include a lack of phone privileges. It isn’t too extreme, especially if it includes the idea that he’d already gotten it back. He could let Jens believe that his father had dished out that mini, extra punishment. He won’t even be lying. Not really. He just won’t be mending Jens’s incorrect assumption. Skipping over a tiny detail.

yep. I am to remain in this house indefinitely

fuck

he couldn’t be convinced to let you out for even an hour?

Lucas blinks.

Could his father be convinced?

Can Lucas?

He doesn’t have to think about it too long.

let’s check

He locks his phone and slips out of bed, suddenly eager. Determined. Still, he’s slow and quiet as he opens his door, and he winces at the faint creak of the hinges. He tiptoes up the hallway towards the kitchen, running through what he should say, giving himself a bit of extra time. He needs to go into this with patience. He needs to stay resolute. His father will shut him down the instant he blows up, so he simply needs to keep his cool. Throw in some persuasion. It’ll be difficult, probably, but not impossible. Hopefully.

Only his father isn’t in the kitchen, or the adjoining sitting room. Lucas furrows his brows in confusion and moves back down the hallway. The bathroom is unlocked and empty, and his father’s door lies open, proving without any doubt that the room is unoccupied. He’s completely alone in the flat.

His heart thrums and his mind races in time with the quickening beat. He’s not the most passive person in the world, and he wouldn’t let himself be walked over, and he’s not a model citizen. This isn’t too far past his realm of disobedience.

His father is already beyond pissed, and while Lucas initially cringes at the thought, he shrugs it off.

Might as well go the extra mile.

He heads back to his room and pulls a sweater on over his t-shirt, a light pastel green Isa had once bought him. He snatches his denim jacket from the hook by the front door and swipes up his keys as he shrugs it on. He hesitates for half a second before returning to collect his skateboard from his room, and then he’s off.

I’m on my way

Jens’s response is instant.

fucking nice :D

Lucas’s lips quirk, and he shakes his head slightly, and feels unbearably fond. Jens is so easy. Everything he does is so easy. He’s a steadily burning flame, bright and warm and sure, and Lucas is another brainless moth. Drawn in and set alight.

He doesn’t even know how he’s managed to develop such a ridiculous crush so quickly. He just hopes he can get rid of it in the same manner. Maybe he should be giving himself more time, especially now that he has a genuine excuse. He could have stepped neatly away from Jens for a while with the excuse of his imprisonment and Jens would understand. Lucas knows he would. He knows that would be the best thing to do. It’s unfair to Jens and himself to indulge these feelings, the excitement and the urgency and the pleasure at the mere idea of seeing him.

But Lucas has been miserable the past few days, and it’s starting to make his head whir in much more dangerous directions. He just needs to appease it for a moment. He just needs to see Jens once and let his heart quiet.

He’ll be pleased, at this stage, to see any of them. It makes sense for him to want to join as many of these outings as he can. He’s just beginning to fit into this friend-group.

The skatepark is relatively full, as to be expected for a Sunday afternoon, but it takes Lucas no time to find them. His eyes seek out Jens automatically and he finds him easily where he’s now sat at the top of the half pipe, laughing at someone Lucas doesn’t bother looking at and occasionally glancing at his phone. Lucas has to pause for a second and gather himself, squashing down the mixed emotions that bubble up and plastering on a smile.

It’s only when he’s halfway towards him that he does a double take, catching sight of white-blonde hair. His smile slips into something more real, and some of his familiar bounce returns to his step as he heads towards them.

“Yo, Lucas!” The cheer comes unexpectedly from Moyo, and Lucas twists around until he can see him, jogging in the same direction to meet him as he finally stops next to Jens, kicking up his skateboard and catching the tip in his hand.

Jens smiles up at him, left eye squinting more than the right against the sun. He’s still wearing just a shirt and a deep red hoodie, but he looks soft and warm and pleased as Lucas sits down next to him. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Lucas returns, feeling uncharacteristically shy, nerves twisting in his chest. The party and the hours before it skim through his mind, and then the hours after and all of yesterday when he’d attempted to purge himself of all unwanted feelings, pushing this boy away in the process. He doesn’t deserve the easy friendship Jens has handed him. He’s taken advantage of such an innocent thing, and Jens has absolutely no idea. He wouldn’t look so fond if he did.

“You got grounded?” Moyo questions him as he swings up next to them, dropping down on Jens’s other side with furrowed brows.

Lucas shrugs, twisting his hands together in his lap. “Pretty much, yeah.”

“What? Why?”

Lucas twists around to look at Robbe, who has finally detached himself from his boyfriend long enough to notice Lucas’s presence and migrate over. Lucas catches Sander’s gaze over his shoulder and Sander brightens, slipping around Robbe to greet him. Lucas allows him to clasp their hands together with a grin, but ducks away when he moves to ruffle his hair.

“My little protégé. I was starting to think these idiots were never going to let me see you again.”

Lucas huffs, shaking his head as Sander simply drops down to sit cross-legged behind him. Robbe looks at Lucas and rolls his eyes fondly, and Lucas watches with a twist in his stomach as he sits down behind Sander, wrapping his limbs around him and letting him settle back against his chest. “You say that like I listen to them.”

Sander raises his brows at this, nodding approvingly, and this is when Jens makes a small noise in the back of his throat, strangled with confusion.

Lucas looks at him to see him glancing between him and Sander in deep concentration. “Have you already met?”

“Yeah, on Thursday at the art shop,” Sander says easily. “We had a very educational chat.”

Lucas snorts, thinking of the mini lesson Sander had given him on all his favourite dead, supposedly-gay artists as he led him around the store and then to an ice cream stand down the street, instantly winning Lucas’s heart. It may not have been the most educational experience, but it had been enough for Lucas to learn that Sander is someone he could get along with.

Jens swivels to look at Robbe. “You knew about this?”

Robbe hums. “Yeah?”

“Since when?”

“That night?”

Sander takes in Jens’s expression of utter betrayal and snorts, and Lucas can’t help but raise his own brow in amusement as Jens turns his pout towards him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Lucas tilts his head. “Why was I supposed to?”

Jens struggles to form a response to that, pout deepening, and Lucas really wishes he’d stop doing things like that. He wishes he would stop treating them as if they are so close, the way Robbe and Sander are close, sharing everything automatically and having a sunk-in understanding. He wishes Jens would make it easier for Lucas to let go of this idea of something more between them.

Sander knocks his leg against Lucas’s arm to get his attention, and his expression is dramatically serious. “Jens just gets a little jealous,” he mock-whispers, loud enough even for Moyo to hear him and let out a snort.

Jens’s pout shifts into a scowl and he rolls his eyes, and Sander knocks a leg against him instead in some semblance of apology. He raises his brows at Lucas, however, in a silent ‘told you’.

“What, you don’t seriously think Sander is going to steal me away or something, do you?” Lucas can’t help but tease, raising his brows in interest.

Moyo butts in with a laugh of his own, gesturing at Sander and hitting Jens’s arm. “Sander is basically a part of the group anyway, man. Where would he go?”

“That’s not the point,” Jens mumbles, mostly under his breath. Before anyone can question him on it, he’s turning back to Lucas and asking, “How’d you get your dad to let you out, anyway?”

Lucas shrugs, smiling sheepishly. “I didn’t. He wasn’t there, so I just left.”

“Ahh, a little rebel,” Sander teases.

Robbe huffs a laugh. “A match made in heaven.”

“Don’t encourage them,” Jens protests, leaving Sander sticking his tongue out at him. His gaze turns concerned as he looks at Lucas. “Won’t that make it worse for you when you get back?”

Lucas isn’t sure it can get much worse, but he can say with certainty that this is the happiest he’s been this weekend. It’s bad. This familiar warmth flooding through his chest under Jens’s gaze. It would probably be best for him, to be locked up at home.

But he can’t bring himself to regret this, either.

He gives another shrug, allows himself to smile, allows himself to enjoy how easily Jens returns it when he says, “It’ll be worth it.”

[crying-mess-writer]

Confessions, confessions

niall horan x reader I

fluff ♡ 。• * I

warnings: just a lot of fluff hehe I

a/n: i really enjoyed writing this:) I

prompt: ‘‘Are you cold or are you just blushing?’’ I

summary: You have feelings for Niall, and even though you originally didn’t plan on confessing tonight, not everything always goes according to plans;)) I

word count: a bit more than 1k phew

“I will confess,” you said barely above a whisper.

 “Yes, because it’s obviously what you did every time I told you to,” your best friend mocked.

 “It was never the right time!” you said, annoyed.

 “I bet my arse it’s not now either, huh?” she asked, angering you.

 “What do you want me to do?!” you shouted, getting up from the sofa.

 She waved her arms nonchalantly, “Oh, I don’t know, maybe confess to Niall?”

You paced around the room. Were you ready to risk your friendship with the blue eyed brunette? Was it worth the possibility of getting rejected? Was it worth the following, inevitable heartbreak?

‘’Listen, hun, I know it’s not easy, but you’re torturing yourself. You know he’s a good guy. He wouldn’t be rude about it. If you want, I’ll drive you there. Tell him how you feel. In case it turns out horrible and heart wrenching, we’ll get drunk together,’’ she placed a hand on your arm, waking you up from your thinking.

‘’I don’t know. I don’t think I’m ready,’’ you looked down at your feet.

‘’Okay. Let’s watch a movie then,’’ she said. You sent her a grateful smile. What would you do without her?

You changed into something more comfortable, ready to fall asleep in front of the computer. Your friend started a cringy, obviously low quality movie. Nothing better to forget you low quality (love) life.

She fell asleep instantly, letting out soft snores. The movie was ending. Finally. Two hours of poorly built plot and badly written characters. You were waiting for the ending scene to finally succumb to the temptation to fall asleep. Your curiosity, on the other hand, forced you to stay awake and witness the ‘’Grand Finale’’.

‘’Sonya, are you about to let him go? Are you about to miss the chance to live a life filled with love and adoration? Are you about to not tell Bradley how you truly feel about him?’’ Catherine, a side character, squealed.

‘’He doesn’t feel the same about me Catherine,’’ Sonya whined back at her.

‘’How do you know that?’’ Catherine asked.

‘’I just do, my dearest friend. Besides, every girl is in love with him. I don’t stand a chance!’’ Sonya started crying.

‘’Sonya, angel, think about it. Compared to what you have to gain, how bad is what you have to lose?’’ Catherine spoke gently, but firmly.

 You paused the movie. Was Catherine, the seemingly brainless side character whose misfortune made the audience laugh, right? Compared to the slightest possibility of Niall reciprocating your feelings, how bad was the possibility of being rejected? It was probably the little amount of alcohol you consumed that was now controlling your body, but you jumped off the couch, turned off the computer and rushed to your room. You changed into jeans and a sweater, put on your shoes, grabbed a coat, your keys and your phone and sprinted out of your apartment.

You didn’t live far from Niall, but still, when you reached for your car keys in your pockets and didn’t feel anything, exhaustion took over part of you. The cold air hit your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Was this a good idea? Probably not. Did you care at the moment? Not the slightest. Making your way towards his house, you realized your jacket wasn’t made for the weather. Not long enough and too thin. When you finally arrived to your destination, you couldn’t feel your toes. You grabbed your phone and after a brief moment of hesitation, you pressed call.

‘’(Y/N)? Is everything okay?’’ Niall sleepily answered the phone. Oh, how much you loved his voice.

‘’Yeah, um, I’m actually in front of your house,’’ you chuckled nervously, ‘’Can you come outside for a second?’’

‘’Sure. Just let me get dressed,’’ he replied. You heard some shuffling and after a few minutes, the front door opened to reveal a messy haired Niall. You unconsciously smiled.

‘’Hello to you too,’’ Niall said sarcastically, flashing you a quick smile.

‘’Did you sleep well?’’ you asked, feeling dumb.

‘’I was, until I got a call from you, love,’’ he quirked his eyebrows, ‘’what do you want to talk about?’’

‘’Well, you see,’’ you now CACKLED nervously. You felt yourself loosing courage, ‘’I um, haha… God, this is awkward.’’

‘’(Y/N), you know you can tell me anything, right?’’ Niall said sincerely.

‘’Yeah, I know it’s just… I should’ve told you this a very long time ago, actually,’’ you rumbled, not knowing how to get the words out, ‘’It’s just that… I love that little thing you do with your mouth when you’re concentrated. I also love when you get really excited about a meal you just made. I love how honest you are while writing a song. I love the shape of your eyes when you wake up and facetime me. I just… I love everything about you.’’

You were looking at the floor, too embarrassed to see his expression. You didn’t see his eyes melt. You didn’t see him step closer to you. You didn’t even see him open his arms, approaching even closer. When you looked up, you were engulfed into a hug.

‘’I like you too,’’ he mumbled into your hair. You tilted your head back to look at him with wide eyes.

‘’Really?’’ you whispered, not believing what you were hearing.

‘’Yeah. Also, you’re really pretty under the lamppost light,’’ he winked. You blushed, not knowing what to say. ‘’Are you cold or are you just blushing?’’ he smirked, looking down at you.

‘’Shut up, Horan,’’ you grabbed his collar and kissed him. He froze for a second, but melted into the kiss quickly. He wrapped his arms around your waist, smiling into the kiss. You placed your hands around his neck and played with his hair. You broke the kiss to get some air, regretting as soon as the chilly wind swept over your lips. He must’ve noticed your desperate try to keep them warm and used the opportunity, ‘’Would you like me to warm your lips, darling?’’

‘’Okay, that was smooth,’’ you giggled, stepping closer to him.

‘’I know,’’ he smiled and kissed you again, ‘’So… thoughts on cuddling under cozy blankets?’’

‘’I think you’re my type,’’ you put an arm around him.

‘’I sure hope so,’’ he looked at you and opened the door.   

[jebazzled]

Level Up! Beginner/Intermediate/Advanced RP and You

Hello there! Coming to you again with tips & tricks for a top-notch roleplay experience! Today we're going to talk about writing levels and what they mean for your roleplay experience. We'll cover what these levels mean, how to gauge where you're at, and how you can improve your roleplay writing specifically!

WRITING LEVELS

"Writing levels" are often a descriptor sites will use in their advertising and site buzzes. They might be "semi-literate," "intermediate," "literate," "advanced," or any other sort of buzzword. The key here is that these descriptors are used by site staff both to advertise what type of writing is most common on their site and what type of writing they want to see on their site.

What writing levels are not is a value indicator. There's nothing wrong with being an intermediate writer or a beginner writer; advanced sites are not inherently better than intermediate ones, beginner sites are nothing to be ashamed of! Think of writing levels as an umbrella within the rp community. The same way a forum rp-er might narrow their search to jcink sites, a writer might narrow their search to sites which cater to their style of writing.

That said, it is good to define what each of these levels look like so you can figure out where your writing might fit.

BEGINNER Beginner writing is often very short and direct, without much in the way of literary flourish. Characters might be fairly undeveloped (or developed around one trait, for example, "goth" or "prep") and there's usually more discussion of their appearance than you see in advanced writing.

Examples:

Susie was short and very skinny, with big eyes and long mermaid-wavy hair dyed blue at the ends. She was sitting outside Firefly High in blue skinny jeans, silver Converse, and a black t-shirt. "I hope someone can give me a ride home," she said.

Raven sneered at Susie. She didn't like blue because she liked black, because she was a goth. "Are you listening to popular music? What a phony."

Bramblepaw sat down in the clearing. "Hello" he meowed.

Some guides will also give an example like 

patty threw a pom pom at susie! "take that u nerd!"

But I am choosing to believe that you're past that if you're deep enough in this hobby to be seeking out resources - I certainly never had that self-awareness until I was more in intermediate territory!

Beginner-level writing gets the job done, and can certainly move a story along. But if you've been writing a while, you might be ready to build more multifaceted characters, and to invest more effort in your writing.

INTERMEDIATE/SEMI-LITERATE WRITING Intermediate writing tends to be longer than beginner writing, with more variety in sentence structure and with more advanced word choices. There are likely more "beats" per post, by which I mean that instead of just answering a question or getting on the bus or etc, a character will likely do more actions in each turn writing. Characters are less likely to be a stereotype (see: Raven the goth who only wears black, Patty the popular cheerleader who is blonde and brainless, etc) but applications likely reveal one-dimensional characters. Common application styles I see from intermediate writers are "interviews" and "journals," as well as listicles (10 Things Raven Likes, 9 People Raven Hates, etc); this likely means a character is told rather than shown.

(Wondering what's so intermediate about interviews and journals? See my guides to interviews and journals!)

Examples:

Susie was born on March 20, 2003 in Farmville, Iowa. She didn't like how similar her classmates all were - they all listened to the same music, read the same books (none!) and had the most fun when drinking on a tractor. Susie was more deep, and liked to write poetry and sketch the animals that lived on her family's farm. Today she was sitting outside Firefly High, twirling the ends of her blue-dyed hair and waiting for a ride home. 

Raven wasn't like most girls. She didn't like horses or rabbits, but only liked goats, because they represented the devil. Raven also wasn't like most girls, at least in Farmville, because she worshipped the devil. She wore a lot of black to represent this, and when she saw Susie, she sneered. Blue! Susie must be a normie. "Are you listening to popular music?" She asked. "What a phony."

Bramblepaw had spent all morning hunting and was feeling lonely. All he wanted was to share a squirrel with a friend, and maybe have someone groom the tricky spot behind his ears. He padded from the apprentice den to the warriors', to the elders and no one was home. He sat forlorn in the middle of the clearing. "Hello?" He meowed.

Another common trait of both beginner and intermediate writing is that posts might not leave much for a partner to reply to. The whole point of this weird hobby is to collaborate with a partner - if you're finding that it is hard to keep writing partners, you might take a look at my guide for writing posts that beg a response.

Intermediate writing is stronger than beginner writing, but still sometimes falls flat when it comes to collaboration with a partner, and is almost never beautiful to read. Intermediate writing is when advanced writing is just over the next hill - and that hill comes with a fair amount of work.

ADVANCED/LITERATE WRITING Advanced writing can be long or short, but the writing in either case packs a punch. Advanced writers use a variety of sentence structures, words, and literary devices. They might have specific imagery they use for specific characters, specific literary constructions for different characters, and there is a strong character voice in each post. Advanced writers write multifaceted characters with genuine flaws and fears, and advanced writers produce writing that is enjoyable to read, elegant and emotive. Applications will usually be anecdotal - will demonstrate key moments in a character's life, allowing the writer to show them in action rather than tell the reader what they are like. (A guide to anecdotal freestyle applications is available here.

Examples:

Everything felt the same in Farmville: identical rows of corn stretching endlessly over the horizon, pockmarked by the occasional farmhouse, white clapboard and falling shutters. Every person felt the same - Susie and Mary and Sarah and Joseph, strong peasant names living strong peasant lives, and never straying more than twenty miles from the town in which they were born.

Even Susie knew she had her place in the sameness: the once-every-generation girl who fancies herself to be more, as though her sketches of the sheep and pigs are any better than her grandmother's before her. As though dying her hair blue were enough to make her different when she knew she belonged here as sure as the hogs in the barn.

The only difference between Susie and her classmates was that she didn't have a car to get her to her evening job at the Road Ranger gas station, and her bike had disassembled itself after she'd pedaled it into a gopher hole, so here she was, sitting pathetically outside Firefly High, waiting for a ride. She'd almost rather be fired than beg for one. 

It’s the principle of the thing, Raven had told her mother that morning. Yes, it was 90 degrees and 90 percent humidity; yes, there was not a cloud in the sky and the fields absorbed heat like a winter sweater; yes, she was aware that her white makeup and Wet n' Wild eyeliner was falling off her face like The Scream. But it was the principle of the thing, wearing the long-sleeved black shirt with the hand-cut thumbholes, a long dark skirt; her only concession to the heat, a pair of thin gray flip-flops instead of her beloved Docs. She listens to Death Wish; she doesn't have one.

But nothing makes a Satantic rebel feel more a phony than feeling it drip off of them in the rural Iowa heat, and Raven wanted to take it out on someone. Fair? No, but life isn't fair; she's got that on a sticker on the electric guitar she saved up her Hy-Vee salary for and never learned to play. Maybe pretending to be an asshole has turned Raven into one.

She has no real problem with Susie - Susie Q., from math, or Susie C., from human geo; who knows, they're all the same - but she scoffs at her anyway, loud enough to catch Susie's attention. "What top-40 garbage are you listening to?"

Hunting is something they do together, or they're supposed to. But in the whole time he'd been out in the woods, Bramblepaw hadn't seen a single other cat - not playing at the stream, not waiting in a tree for the finches to return, not sitting along the RiverClan border to taunt their neighbors. If he'd been a Loner, just passing through, he would have thought the entire territory abandoned.

It was unsettling, and when he returned to the Camp, it was more of the same: everyone gone, without a trace; had he imagined them being here at all? Was it all in his head?

His mew sounded small and pitiful to even him, the mewl of a lost kitten. "Hello?"

Advanced writing makes more time for descriptions, scene-setting, and other narration. It doesn't feel "cringey," by which I mean if you read it 10 years from now you're probably not going to want to drown yourself. Please do not ask me about the 2005 Proboards forum I adminned and referenced for this tutorial.

So now that we can recognize what writing our level might be at - how do we shop for a site?

FINDING YOUR FIT

Now that you have a sense of where your writing sits, it's time to use that data point in searching for a new site to call home. Some sites make it easy for you by self-identifying as beginner, intermediate, or advanced; some sites may use "semi-literate" and "literate," but I know I stray from those labels because it feels like a value judgment, and as I said before:

there is nothing wrong with being part of a beginner or intermediate community, if that is what makes the most sense for your writing and for what you aim to get out of your roleplay experience!

Before applying to a new site, you should do a little bit of digging around to see if it's a good fit for you: 

Look at accepted character applications. How do these compare to your own writing?

Skim some threads from top posters. How does this community write and structure their threads? Could you see yourself regularly keeping up with their speed, length, literary quality?

To the above point - does it seem like the community has a tendency towards your personal writing pet peeves? (For example, I personally cannot stand purple prose, and if the site community is prone to it, I am OUT.)

This is in addition to all standard due-diligence site-hunting routines, e.g. not diving into the world of Southern Gothic supernatural if you're looking for, say, urban fantasy.

It's also worth thinking about how the community behaves on the server, if you join it:

Is there a thread shoutout/compliments/etc channel? What passages are members calling out in there as exceptional writing?

Do the members strike you as open-minded and friendly or as more of a closed group? If you choose to shoot for a level above your standard writing as a growth exercise, this will be easier to achieve with an open-minded and friendly group than with a group of snobs.

Do you enjoy the vibe? Something frequently overlooked, I think. If you don't like the energy of the community, just don't join the site - that is going to be much more productive for everyone than you joining and then trying to get the staff to fully re-engineer their community.

Be honest with yourself! Regardless of how much you like a site's plot, lore, and community, joining a site that sits above your writing proficiency is challenging. You might find your characters routinely pended for lacking the development of other characters onsite. Other members may not be enthusiastic to write with you - not necessarily out of snobbishness or elitism, but because it's not fun to feel like you're not getting equal effort or quality from a writing partner. And you might find yourself feeling insecure about how your writing stacks up to others (I've been writing on advanced sites for 10 years and I feel insecure about my own writing sometimes!) which might sap your muse.

If you are looking for a minimal-effort, minimal-stress rp experience, stick to sites that are at or below your writing level. Writing with people of similar skillset will help take the edge off any insecurity, and because writing will be lower-pressure and lower-effort, you will be better positioned to juggle multiple characters and more big plots. "Lower effort" doesn't mean "lazy" - it just means that you free up headspace that otherwise you might spend on the mechanics of writing versus the excitement of plotting.

If you are an intermediate writer seeking to write on an advanced site, you need to take a much more deliberate approach.

One thing I see often is intermediate writers applying multiple characters to an advanced site at once. This is a losing proposition. While staff might be willing to pend an app and work with you on revisions, if they see you submitting multiple applications that require major revisions and overhauls, they see a pattern. While staff might be willing to help you develop one character to their site's standard, if they anticipate you needing that level of coaching on every character, they will question your ability to keep up with their members in threads. Staff cannot be expected to assist members on writing each thread post - at that point, it becomes easier to decline all of the intermediate writer's applications.

If you are an intermediate writer seeking to write on an advanced site, you need to treat this as a "quality, not quantity" project.

When I was 13 I was writing very much at a beginner and intermediate level, just little Neopets rps with my friends. Then I joined a horse rp - an advanced rp - with a 1000 word minimum per post. While I am beyond thankful ridiculous word count minimums aren't common anymore, I can credit this rp with much of my growth as a writer.

I wrote one (1) character. And I only plotted her with a couple of others. I was very active in the OOC community, and was eventually made a mod - but when it came to IC activity, I focused all my energy on one character and just a couple of plots, because I spent hours on each post, making sure that I was matching my writing partners as best I could. It was much more work than the beginner & intermediate forums I was on with my friends, and much more work for much less action. But stretching like that is what made advanced writing get easier and easier - until I could balance two characters on an advanced site, then four, until now, when I write 12 characters on multiple advanced sites with relative ease. The real challenge is in keeping up with threads - not in matching quality anymore.

If you are an intermediate writer seeking to improve your writing, joining an advanced site is a great option for growth, but you need to adjust your expectations.

Here are my best tips for intermediate writers looking to make the jump to advanced - or, for that matter, for beginners to make the jump to intermediate: 

Focus, focus, focus. Choose one (1) character to write - no matter how tempted you are by want ads, no matter how many other ideas you get, no matter what your muse is throwing at you. Use all those on sites at your current level. For your reach site, pick one character.

Be receptive. Your one (1) character might take a revision or two to get out of a pend. Remember that staff don't pend apps to be assholes - they do it because they believe in you and think you have it in you to do the necessary revisions! If they thought you were a lost cause they wouldn't have wasted their own time with a pend. Be open to the idea that they know what works and is expected in their community. After all, if your character and your writing aren't appealing to the site community... you're not going to have anyone to write with!

Focus, focus, focus, part 2. You should not choose this character based on the volume of plots they can attract. Choose a character who has one or two very close plots for you to focus on. You might consider identifying a particularly kind member of the community and filling one of their want ads, so that this close plot is ready-made for you, and so this person can be a friendly face on your writing journey.

Be realistic. You might think: well, if I focus on one character for a few weeks, then I'll be ready to take on another, right? You might be or you might not. Don't rush it. This entire journey is about deliberation and intentionality. Don't take on a second character on an advanced site until writing the first to the same standard is noticeably easier.

Be kind to yourself. This is a lot of work! If you have the time for it, you might consider also staying active on a site that is at your writing level, so you have a place for easy writing, indulging your plot bunnies, etc.

I hope this tutorial has been a helpful resource to you, both in identifying how to find the right rp for you and in figuring out how to improve your writing, if you so choose. Happy writing!

[ambitionsource]

why do you dislike asher and dylan so much?

Ugh. I don’t even want to talk about it, it’s so inane. Thinking about them makes me break out.

Basically, back in freshman year, Garcia decided to go ballistic on me for absolutely no reason. Like I’m just chatting with Sarah and Darby and Chai, minding my own business, and all the sudden he pops out of nowhere and starts snarling at me like a deranged little chihuahua in a boring little sweater. So of course, I’m gonna clap back, because no one just rails on me without me dishing it back, and suddenly we’re sworn enemies and now the fire of our mutual hatred has been burning hot for almost three years.

It’s so ridiculous, because if it weren’t for Garcia being such a bitch I wouldn’t have any problem with them. Like, was I ever going to care about them otherwise? No. And I don’t really have an issue with Orlando, aside from the fact that he’s insanely brainless (which I may have been saying in some variation when Garcia went all rabies on me, but it’s not like I remember for sure, it was so long ago, and also why does he care when they weren’t even like their little codependent lovefest yet at that point? So inane). The only reason we have beef is because Orlando does anything Garcia does, like a good pet boyfriend, and Garcia has him well-trained.

So now, any time either of them speak it makes me want to take Beamon’s pin cushion and stick needles in my eyes. Not to mention how stupid it is to be like “oh, I’m so in love, you’re the love of my life, we’re going to be together forever and ever” at... seventeen. Sure, they’ve been together for 3 years, but so what? High school is easy. What are they planning to do when all is said and done? And if they give up their own ambitions just to stay in their little romance bubble as if that’s all that matters, then they’re just as stupid as I thought. Color me unsurprised.

Anyway, I don’t care about them. They’re annoying, and this whole thing is Garcia’s fault. Whatever.

[vashti-lives]

Current contenders for my next sweater, from least to most ambitious:

{insert completely basic raglan pattern here, i kinda want to use the cozy classic raglan pattern by JessieMaeDesigns but I just do not think I can justify buying it when I have raglan sweater patterns in my library already.}

Raglan but there's a very dramatic and pretty v-neck:

Raglan but there's a hood:

Raglan, but there's texture:

(texture is more ambitious exclusively because I won't be able to do miles of completely brainless stockinette)

Yolk sweater with a cable design, otherwise it's miles of stockinette:

(should be noted, I love doing miles of stockinette in the round, especially if the yarn is pretty. And I've done a number of smaller cable projects)

Yolk sweater with lace:

(I have never successfully finished a project involving lace, but it's pretty!)

This yolk pattern (which might also be using lace techniques? or cable? it's unclear) and also has several other techniques I've never heard of like no purl reverse stockinette:

I'm kind of obsessed with this but I'm not sure if it'll look good with the yarn?

[cokestudio]

My quarantine life

On weekdays, I wake up at 6pm to read my holy book. You should make it a habit to read the Bible, Quran, Torah or any others every morning. After that, I eat a healthy breakfast, and then do the schoolwork my teachers sent. Schools are closed, and you don't want to turn into a brainless zombie, so do all you sent schoolwork or your online classes. If you don't have any of those, then print out some math worksheets, maybe do a science experiment, or some research. Anything that you would normally do at school. It is important to get the education you need. Next, do some fun activities. I get all the work out of the way so I have time to chill. You should avoid screens, and do something more productive. Here is a list. 

Read a book

write a poem

do a sewing project

find cool diys

write a story

build with Lego

go on a walk

paint a picture

play an instrument

make some slime

play a sport outside

try a new recipe

sing a song

knit a sweater

I could go on and on, but let's continue. Don't freak out, because after doing at least 1 hour of screen free activities, you can have a precious hour and a half for your TV, phone, I-pad, laptop and more. Here are some things to do.

Scroll through ALL your social media, and make fun posts. I like using Pinterest, Weheartit, Reddit, pearl trees and Tumblr. Reply to your comments also. FaceTime friends and family, or just text. Zoom is a great app for contacting with larger groups. Play some games on your device, like Fortnite and Roblox. Cooking and dress up games are fun to try. There are endless video games to play, but my favorite is  Super Mario Kart. Try some riddles to exercise your brain. They are really fun and challenging. Find some fun facts and jokes to tell your family and friends. Clear out your inbox, apps you don't use, and delete useless pictures so you have more storage space. You can find some really neat websites, for finding new recipes, fashion ideas, exercise routines and more everyday stuff. If you like writing, you can go to Writerscafe.org, and post your stories, poems and writings, for free. Online shopping is fun, but don't spend too much. I have a blog, and you should too. Share about yourself, and more, like weight loss plans, food recipes, activities to do, things to try, baby names, fun facts, decor ideas, fashions, diys, hacks, gardening tips and more! Anything that floats your boat! Blogger is easy and free, if you want to make a blog. Here is my blog:  https://pearlsaphhire.blogspot.com/

This is getting long, and you might be bored, so I will hurry up:)

Make sure to help with chores, like sweeping, dusting, washing dishes, vacuuming, and cleaning countertops. You can organize your room, make your bed, and wash your clothes once a week. Doing chores is really important, so make sure you do some for about half an hour. With all this free time, you should take a nap, or just relax, while listening to music, or podcasts. I daydream a lot also, and I love writing down my goals. Bucket list are great ideas, so here are some links:

 150 Bucket List Ideas + Printables to Help You Live Your Best ...

1000+ Bucket List Ideas: The Best Things to Do Before You Die

10,000+ Bucket List Ideas For Designing Your Best Life -

Bucket lists are basically a list of things you want to do before you die, or at least something you want to achieve in your life.

 Here are more extra things to do when you are bored:

Make a quarantine playlist

bake a cake

explore the attic

watch the news(but not too much)

I am now gonna give you some tips on how to learn a language. Duolingo is the best site for learning a new language.check it out and you'll see what i mean. They give you reminders to practice every day, and there are different levels, and they are super easy. I am learning German and Italian. Both are fairly easy. If you don't know French, try that. Spanish is also very popular. Irish is similar to Italian, so that should be a breeze. If you want a challenge, try Ukrainian, or Chinese. Learning languages are really fun, and educational at the same time, and I totally recommend it. 

Try some makeup tutorials.

Experiment your makeup, make natural makeups and do some step by steps. You can make your own videos too! Give yourself a spa day.

24 Inexpensive Ways To Create Your Own DIY Spa Day

30 Luxurious (But Cheap!) Products For An At-Home Spa Night

Check out these links.

Anyways, I'm gonna wrap this up! Make sure to check my blog, and stay home, stay safe, and stay calm! The COVID-19 will end soon! I love you all!

[zizeschmizes]

make it happen.

WHO: lauren zizes & jake puckerman ( @puckermansjake ) 

WHAT: when direct action pays off. 

WHEN: 11/11; late night

WHERE: lauren’s room; kennedy hall

WARNINGS: nsfw

Jake had paced his room for what felt like an hour straight, nerves somehow at an all time high. He couldn't remember the last time a chick made him weak at the knees (lame as it sounded), but Lauren had managed to do just that. She was different, far more different than the average brainless chick he spent his time around. She challenged him, called him on his shit, and never failed to leave him wanting more. She was dangerous, but he craved her. He'd held out for so long, yet now she was all he could think about. It was frustrating in every way possible and even more so with every 'thirst trap' of a snap she posted. After a few shots (three), Jake found himself leaving the frat house, his journey to Lauren's one he knew all too well. After a short walk, the male's knuckles fell gently against the wooden door as they had many times before, his only wish being that her roommate was locked around at her boyfriend's place once more.

Lauren had returned from work nearly an hour ago, and it was nice to just be in her space after a long day of classes, meetings, and slinging coffee. It felt good to scrub off the day in a hot shower and after throwing on leggings and a warm sweater, she worked to dry her hair. She'd almost didn't hear the knocking at the suite's front door over the droning of the blow dryer, shutting it off and pushing a brush through the dark strands. She was confused for a moment, wondering who it could've been. Jackie had left for the evening, and as far as she knew, she wasn't expecting company. Grabbing her glasses, she headed to the door, slipping on the frames just as she answered, brown eyes widening with surprise when she noticed Jake on the other side. "This is a surprise. What's up?"

He didn't ask permission to come over, hell, he hadn't even messaged her at all. Instead, he'd left on a whim, not caring about the consequences that potentially waited for him on the other side. Dressed in sweats (for warmth) and a football shirt with a football hoodie over it, Jake's mouth fell slightly ajar the moment she opened the door. Part of him wanted to make up some lame excuse, but the rest of him wanted to follow through with the things he'd been overthinking for over a month. She was hot, he was hot, so why the hell were they dancing around the obvious? Without a word, the male moved forward, hands catching her face gently as he leaned down to close the space between them. Lips caught hers in a heated kiss, his tongue daring to venture between her lips for a wild dance of desire. If she pushed him off, then he had his answer. If she didn't, well, he had that too.

The surprised sound at Jake's sudden movements was muffled by the press of his lips to hers, getting lost in a moan that grew louder when her lips parted. She could taste the faint trace of alcohol on him, biting in a way that made her want to nibble at him. Her hands settled on his biceps, needing the balance it provided because from the kiss, heady as it was, and the surprise of it all, she'd been close to toppling over. The urgency from him was new; nothing like the gentle, chaste presses from their last encounter. It called to mind their night after homecoming, in its intensity, but the heat of this was something she'd never experienced, at least coming from him. "Jake..." his name came out far breathier than she wanted, hanging on a soft moan but they were still in the doorway, practically out in the hallway where anyone on her floor could happen across them and catch the free show. "Wait, wait...Jake." Reluctantly, she parted, but kept him close, using her grip on his arm to tug him inside. Once the door was shut, she pressed him against it, happy to continue what he'd started (whatever had brought it on), pushing up on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck, bringing him closer for another heated, tonguing kiss.

Her hearty moan left him weak at the knees, just as her mere presence had done many times before. The way his name rolled off her full lips made him want her that much more, which was yet another thing he hadn’t known was even possible. Chest rose and fell rapidly, an attempt to catch his breath as she pulled away from him. Brows furrowed momentarily, but the moment his back was pressed against the wall, all confusion was washed away by the taste of her lips. Hands fell down to her ass, fingers curling into the material of her leggings as tongue battled hers for dominance. He’d wanted to control her, to please her, and to satisfy her beyond words. He’d waited so long, so patiently, but now all bets were off. A heated groan escaped his lips as he bit down on her bottom lip, tugging back with a smirk before closing the distance once more.

Lauren pressed herself tighter to him, fingers sliding down to cup the back of his neck, keeping him in place, wanting to coax more of those groans from him. She sighed at the feel of his hands wandering and her hips gave a slight roll, pointedly ignoring the small voice in the back of her head that came in with a fairly logical plea of 'slow down'. But it proved difficult, with the sounds he made and his hands, strong and determined gripping her up...it was easy to be distracted and caught up in the moment, returning his kisses with fervor as her heart thumped wildly.

He was eager to explore every part of her that she’d allow him to. So much was left to his imagination, but perhaps all would change. Jake hummed in pleasure against her tongue, somewhat surprised by just how much she seemed to want the same thing in return. Amused and curious, Jake shifted, pushing her against the wall with a quiet thud before lips wandered down her jawline. He nipped lightly at her skin, tongue aiding the gentle bites until he reached the dip of her neck. It was there he took his time, tongue circling against her skin between soft bites. He wasn’t trying to mark her, but if he did, there would be no apologies to offer. A hand curled around her waist, the other against her cheek in an attempt to keep her where she was. He wanted control and unless she was going to challenge him, he was going to take it.

She opened her eyes when her back hit the door,  a little dazed at the switch up but curious about his intentions. The kisses he trailed against her skin, leaving warmth in their wake that only grew when she felt his lips in the curve of her neck. The deliberate movements, sure to leave a mark and he knew that. And she should have been annoyed because he was bold as hell for that. Her hand traveled upwards, threading through soft dark curls, tugging at his hair. "You keep doing that, and I'm gonna pay you back," she teased, teeth nipping his earlobe. Her free hand slipped lower, brushing the front of his sweats briefly, only to push upwards, under his hoodie and shirt, lingering against his abs with feather light strokes.

For once, he was down for being forward with her, even if part of him wondered what it would mean for them after. Though he'd done this dance many times before, with her, everything was different. He wasn't kissing as means to end; he was doing what he'd wanted to do since the first night they'd hung out. Lips wandered curiously, far too eager for his own good and for her skin's sake. She was bound to be bruised, his marking inevitable  as he nipped and kissed at the dip of her neck. "Maybe that's what I want," he grinned, pulling back with a breathy moan as lips fell against hers teasingly.

Lauren could feel that want; the way his lips moved against her, traveling from her neck to meet her mouth in kisses that made her pliant, pressing her body closer to him even as he crowded her against the door. She had no idea where any of this was leading, or Jake's intentions in coming over, but considering either wasn't really an option, her brain  blanking on thoughts when his lips met hers. "Tell me what else you want." The words tumbled out between kisses, hand tightening in his curls and the other gripped his hip.

What else do you want? The list was forever long and forever growing with every touch of her skin against his. Grinning, Jake left enough room between their lips for his to brush against hers with every word hummed with the raspy undertone of his voice. "I wanna know what you look like bent over with my hands in your hair," he shrugged confidently, hand curling into her dark locks. If he wasn't being forward enough at this point, then he wasn't quite sure what else it would take to prove that he wanted to fuck her.

She sighed, savoring the feel of his hands in her hair, unable to hide the shiver from it, or his words. Straight and to the point...and slightly intimidating in the way that these situations usually were for her. Too much thinking, too much awareness, it was enough to knock her out of a moment. But she could feel how much he wanted her, and that was another level of overwhelming. It was hard to focus on much else, the things she normally would have with him so damn close...but maybe that was a good thing. Her hand drifted, slipping from his hair and sliding down, grazing the wrist of the hand still clutched in her hair, but bypassing it in favor for the other. "I want you to touch me first." There was only the barest hint of hesitation, but it was momentary, replaced with her usual kind of confidence as she guided their hands lower, pushing into her leggings, slipping past her panties and the sound she bit back once she pressed his fingers to her center--warm and already soaked for him--was a quiet rasp. He could be bold, and so she'd try, lifting her hips and pushing herself into his palm, dark eyes watching him while grinding against his hand.

Her request was bittersweet; words he could've never guessed would escape her perfectly full lips. She wanted him just like he wanted her, that much was now clear before him. Nodding, he allowed her the control of guiding his hand downward, his stomach tightening in anticipation up until the moment his fingers dipped into her wet middle. "Fuck," he growled quietly, a firm kiss being planted on her lips as forehead fell against hers. Slow circles were rubbed into her swollen bundle of nerves, pressure and speed modified by the thrusts of her hips. "Tell me what you want," he mumbled, figuring if were to voice his desires, then she should too. Whatever she wanted, he was hellbent on giving her, even if it wasn't the 'from behind' fantasy he'd been going for. "Tell me," he repeated, finger teasing her entrance at the question posed.

What did she want? She wanted to give him some smooth line, full of smolder and charm, something that made him bite his bottom lip in the way that always made her want to nibble him. But Lauren could admit she was edging out of her wheelhouse in this scenario, and the unexpected of it all. One moment she was prepping for a quiet night in and the next, she found herself pinned to her front door. And Jake was touching her, in the way she'd (shamelessly) fantasized about before, riding her own fingers late at night and thinking of him, savoring the way her body would shudder at the image of him, head between her legs and her taste on his lips. And she definitely couldn't tell him that, not needing the cocky grin she knew would follow, the same one he wore in so many versions of that scenario, right before he'd kiss her thighs and demand she turn over for him. The worst. Fantasy!Jake was just as smug as the real one. But real Jake was currently edging out the competition, the brush of his fingers to her button coaxing out a whimper from her, hips jerking hard in response. "Jake," came softly, moving against the finger that teased her entrance, because that was exactly what she wanted in the moment. Her hand clutched his cheek, bringing their lips together in a heated kiss. "Touch me just like that. Please, please..."

His deepest desire was to please her beyond words. He wanted to ruin the act for anyone else lucky enough to come after him. He wanted his name to be the only thing she could think about; wanted her to crave him in the ways he'd been craving her since the night she'd toyed with him on the couch. He'd give her whatever she wanted without thought, his selfless need to make her finish countless times conflicting with his need to tease her. "I've thought about this," he admitted in between heated kisses, head shaking as fingertip dipped into her warm center before easing in, each pump landing him deeper. "I've thought about how good you'd feel wrapped around me," he hummed, voice cut off by another deep kiss that left him lingering against her lips. She felt warm, wet, and tight, a holy trifecta of everything he wanted. Thumb caressed her clit while finger pumped slowly. He had no intention of letting her finish so soon, but then again, he had no plan of stopping after one anyway. If he had it his way, she'd get at least two in before he allowed himself the same pleasure.

Lauren's knees dipped a little, but she managed to right herself, fingers slipping to cup the back of his neck just as his thumb brushed against her. The tease of it all, the easy glide of his touch and the way she clenched at that single digit, needing more but knowing another finger would definitely finish things before they started and she didn't want that at all, not yet. Not when his words rumbled against her lips like that, because it was one thing to roll her eyes at a cocky joke, or cheesy innuendo, but this was different. She felt his urgency in his touch and the honest words he pressed to her lips, heady kisses, coupled with his skilled fingers and it felt so damn good. "I want it," she told him, returning his honesty, words whispered against his mouth when she parted long enough to moan. Because whatever game they were playing, there was no denying that want. "I want you too."

All he could hope for was that after everything was said and done, that she still wanted him as much as he'd inevitably want her. She was easy to crave, even more so after having dipped into her sweet spot. She'd pleased him the first time around, not it was his turn to do the same for her. "Okay," he hummed, nodding as he found the strength to pull away entirely, hand pulled from her leggings. "Come on," he exhaled, fingers (the one's that hadn't been inside her) curling around her wrist to pull her toward her bedroom. The moment they were inside, Jake released his hold and tugged off his hoodie and shirt, leaving his upper half bare for her marking. "Lay down," he growled, though an arrogant smirk coated his lips.

What she hadn't expected was for him to stop, to pull his hand away completely and she frowned, feeling herself close to pouting, but then they were moving and Lauren was only slightly annoyed that her legs were a little unsteady as she followed Jake to her room. It took a full minute to follow the demand, her attention fully focused on him being shirtless but she moved, shifting on the bed, lying back against the pillows, her gaze intently focused on him.

Part of him expected her to protest with some witty remark, but to his surprise, nothing was said. Swallowing hard, Jake took a moment to admire her stretched out on the twin sized mattress, ultimately wishing she was without the clothing that covered her body. Slowly, the male climbed onto the bed, fingers hooking into the waist of her leggings to slowly tug them downwards. “You’re sexy,” he hummed, bending down to press a breathy kiss against her thigh. “And I think,” he added, another kiss being pressed to the other side, “I want to taste you.” Pausing, Jake hovered over her covered middle, though the only thing that kept him from doing just that was a thin piece of material. He pressed one final kiss atop her covered clit, applying a bit more pressure in hopes of hitting all the right pleasure points.

Lauren lifted her hips, arching slightly as Jake's hands reached for her leggings. Her heart thumped wildly, watching her pants fall by the wayside and she released a breath on a slow exhale when she felt his lips. The reflex to close her legs didn't come, instead she melted into the touch, thick thighs parting slightly, giving her a view of his mouth, full lips kissing her through her panties, and she moaned at the sight. She didn't even have to look to know she'd soaked right through them, and Jake's mouth wasn't helping, teasing her through the thin cotton and her hips gave a hard roll. The momentum from before, when she'd been pinned between him and the door returned, the clench making her moan and she bit her lip, needing the sharpness of it to distract her long enough to speak, regaining her usual snark, even with the barest hint of tremor to her warning. "I still owe you a few marks, don't keep me waiting."

She could mark him up and down and he’d wear every bruise and scratch with the utmost pride. After all, if she was clawing into him, that mean something was going right. Jake pressed another heated kiss to her covered middle, tongue teasing her lightly. Nodding, Jake followed a trail of kisses up her body, kissing over the material of her shirt until he found found solace against her lips. He hovered between her legs, hips gently grinding into hers to relieve what wild pressure was built in the pit of his stomach. His cock throbbed against his sweats, desperate for what was beneath her panties.

She met his lips with another moan, still tingling from the slow path he'd kissed upwards. It was easy to follow the rhythm he set, hooking a leg around his waist, her hips meeting his grind with a steady rock. Her hand slipped lower, skimming over the broad muscles of his back, nails lightly scratching his skin while she nipped at his bottom lip. Lauren could feel him through his sweats, pressed against her panties, the friction feeling good enough to moan about and she dropped a few to his lips before her own traveled, trailing along his jawline, leaving a few well-placed bites in her wake, taking her time before kissing her way back up, nibbling at his earlobe. "Take your pants off. I wanna feel you."

It felt good to physically get her desire laid out before him. The way she nipped at his skin to leave marks made him swell with pride and a deeper need for her. The touch of her fingertips against his skin produced a quiet string of inaudible groans, head dipping to fall against her shoulder as he took a minute to regain some kind of thought. “I wanna feel you,” he smirked, pulling back enough to push down his sweats, leaving nothing but his flannel boxers. Teasingly, Jake pushed his hips against hers, length brushing her middle once more. “I want to fuck you,” he exhaled against her lips, being more clear than he ever had with her. That’s what she wanted after all, right?

Lauren took the opportunity to shed her sweater, tossing it aside and settling against the pillows once Jake returned. With less clothes in their way, she could feel him, hips pushing against his bulge in a grind that edged into needy and she sighed into their kiss, moaning lightly at the words he spoke, firmly and so sure and she wondered how the fuck was he able to do that. Blindly, she reached for him, fingers gripping his shoulders while she kissed the corner of his mouth, feeling overstimulated in the best way possible, body buzzing and wanting more of him. "I don't have..." she took a moment to gather her thoughts, pushing out a chuckle because her brain had legitimately gone blank for a full five seconds. She licked her lips and gazed up at him. "Do you have a condom?" It was a fair question; she wasn't sure if this right here had been his intended mission all along when he'd knocked on her door, but considering it was a surprise drop-in, and the way he practically pounced on her, it was hard to gauge just how...hopeful he viewed the visit.

Smirking, Jake took a moment to relish in the newly exposed parts of her body, lips grazing over her breasts teasingly. Every single part of her was sexy in a way he couldn't explain. Lips caught hers once again, the devilish cycle of wandering always leading him back to her tongue. The single question left him stumped for a few short moments; did he? He hadn't intentionally packed one, which had been poor thinking on his part. "I uh," he chuckled, pressing one more kiss atop her lips before pulling back to grab his sweats that hung off the edge of the bed. Reaching into the pocket, Jake fumbled through his wallet, always keeping one stashed there despite being told it was a terrible idea. "Got it," he assured, smoothly retaking his place between her legs to pepper a few kisses against her jawline. "I want you," he hummed once more, lips hovering over hers.

Lauren watched him search his wallet, uncertain of which outcome would satisfy her, but Jake returned, condom in hand and more of those words and she nodded. "I need you to...just..." She shook her head, unsure of what she'd even intended to say. Not wanting to knock herself out of the moment, her hands cupped his face, and gently, she brought his lips to hers. The kiss lingered, soft glide of it deepening into something different, heady and urgent and Lauren arched into it, hips pushing against him, feeling him between her legs and wanting more than just the friction that followed. Her hand snaked between them, sliding past the waistband of his boxers, fingers curling around his length, teasing him with slow strokes and chasing more of those kisses with a quiet moan.

The softness in her voice left him hot against her, wondering what it was she wanted to ask. While the intent to please was still heavy and high, the desire to take care of her and everything she needed was too. This wasn't just a hookup for him, not that the defining the moment made much of a difference. They both wanted something, maybe even needed it at this point. Hips buckled at the feeling of her hand wrapped around him, head falling against her shoulder as fell into a steady rhythm of rocking into her hand. "Fuck." He needed more than her hand, but everything from this point was up to her. As much as he wanted to take what he wanted, he needed it to be on her terms. He'd laid way for it all to happen, she just had to give the go ahead. Frustrated by the restraint of his boxers, Jake pushed them down, leaving nothing to cover his frame as he pushing into her hand, tip grazing her covered middle with every thrust forward.

With a slow exhale, she moved aside her thoughts and focused on the moment. It was the buildup of it all, the tension causing her to tense. She didn't need to make a big deal of it; letting someone into her space didn't happen very often. And she supposed that's where it stemmed from, the newness of it all, his eyes on her in a way she hardly entertained. But it felt good; he felt good. The weight of him against her, shallow thrusts of his hips pushing more of him into her palm and she sighed, eyes fluttering shut. Why was she still wearing panties? "I want you," she told him, lips brushing his in a soft kiss.

Her words were all he needed to move forward; to push past the walls of hesitation and to fall into the need they both shared. Grinning at her reassurance, Jake reached for the condom, slipping it over his member with ease as he stared down at her. "You are something else," he mumbled, admiring her body before lowering down, fingers pushing her panties aside. He could've taken them off, but something about fucking her with them on drove chills throughout his entire frame. "Fuck," he exhaled once more, tip pushing past her tight walls slowly before he pulled back teasingly. Lips found hers in a soft kiss, forehead falling against hers as he pushed forward once more, throbbing cock sinking into her warm center a bit deeper than he had before. Jake pushed deeper with every thrust, allowing her the time to adjust to his length as she wrapped tightly around him.

Her lips tugged into a small smile, dark eyes following the movements of his hands while he rolled on the condom. "Oh." She hadn't expected him to switch it up, pushing her panties aside, but surprise quickly gave way to something else entirely, another short sound that melted into a moan when he sank into her. Lauren gripped his bicep, grounding herself from the feeling of fullness, her hips instinctively pushing into his thrusts, clenching around his cock. "God..." Her leg wrapped around his waist, shivering from the slight change in angle, moans brushing his lips between barely there kisses.

Cock pulsated as every inch he had to offer was buried deep inside of her. He nipped at her bottom lip, amused by her movements in return. "You feel so fucking good," he assured, raspy tone barely audible. Sure that she was used to him, Jake's thrusts grew wilder, a quiet thud filling the room every time he pushed deep within her. Pace quickened, lips finding comfort against the dip of her neck, sure to leave yet another mark or two between breathy moans. He was quite sure what he'd expected, but somehow, she bypassed his expectations and left him hungry for everything she could possibly give him.

Lauren's grip tightened on his arm, her head falling back against the pillow and she moaned at the weight of him, on top of her, stroking into her...the overstimulation of it all, heightened further when she felt his mouth on her, teeth catching  a particular spot, just as he hit a hard thrust and she cried out, her fingers finding purchase, gripping the back of his neck. Vaguely, she could hear the dull knock of the bed hitting the wall each time Jake sank into her, and if she hadn't been so caught up in the moment, she honest to God would have laughed but then he'd curve his hips to the right, dick tapping a spot that made her clench tight and she couldn't think of much else other than 'more'. "Right there," she breathed, letting the praise fall on his cheek, his face still pressed to her neck.

Jake’s selfless need to push her over the edge left him pounding into her roughly, hips twisting slightly with every thrust. Lips wandered from her shoulder to her jawline and back to her lips, his grin wide as he gripped the sheets with one hand and held onto her leg with the other. Rhythm changed, pace slowing, but every thrust somehow rougher than the last. “You’re mine,” he growled, hand moving from her leg to curl around her throat. He was possessive, at least in the moment and in the moment, he wanted to ruin her.

'Did he just...' Her brain was slow to catch up with the her body, distracted by the relentless rhythm, the snap of Jake's hips repeatedly stroking the spot that made the warm feeling in the pit of her stomach creep up her spine. His grip switched from her thigh to her throat, the move forcing out another moan from her, the flex of his fingers curling in a way she'd come to appreciate when she heard him speak. The roughness of it was enough to make her shudder then the words landed and she was a little dazed. 'Since when?' was the knee jerk reaction, the thought lost in the haze when he leaned in and the angle of his strokes brushed her clit. Lauren jerked her hips, thighs gripping his sides and she used the moment as momentum, pitching to the side and deftly switching things up, pushing his back flat to the mattress as she sat atop him. Heart racing, body humming with pleasure, she rocked forward, lifting her hips and sliding down on his dick, burying him to the hilt inside her tight heat, pussy gripping him greedily and the new position had her feeling everything. "Ohmygod...Jake..." Palms braced on his chest, she set a rhythm, a slow grind of her hips, pushing forward, rising slowly, only to slide back down, clenching him tighter every time. Her head dipped back, eyes closed as she rocked into him, struggling to keep herself upright as she chased down that warm feeling.

When Jake Puckerman wanted something (or someone), he put his all into making sure he got it. When it came to Lauren, he was doing everything he knew to do in order to prove how he felt, even if it wasn't exactly the most clear-cut process of doing so. In that moment with her body wrapped so tightly around him and her moans filling his head, Jake knew what he wanted and what he wanted was her. Caught off guard by his own choice of words and wondering if they'd been too much, Jake fell back against the bed, head resting comfortably against the pillows as head spun. Her pussy tightened around his cock with every drop of her body, her rhythm pulling a few inaudible choice swear words from his lips. Eyes focused on her lips, hands wandering to her breasts where gentle squeezes were only a small gesture of appreciation for what she was doing to him. "Fuck," he exhaled, hips rising lightly off the bed to meet her thrusts.

Her rhythm was knocked off-kilter with Jake's thrusts, coupled with his wandering hands, fingers brushing the barbells, inching her closer towards the release she could feel. Elbows dipped a little, but she held herself upright, working them with every dip and sway of her hips. The wet cotton of her panties offering a different kind of friction, teasing her button each time she pushed forward and Lauren knew it would only take a little more of that motion before she'd lose control. She hit a bounce and grind, pushing herself up, only to drop down, just as Jake hit an upwards thrust.  A raspy moan grew louder on the second drop and by the fifth she was shivering into her climax, tipping forward, her face buried in Jake's chest while she continued to push and rock her hips, gripping tight as her walls clenched and fluttered around him.

Every thrust made a quiet thud against her wall, the bed frame offering a passionate rhythm every time their hips collided. Whoever shared a wall with her was sure to know what the hell was happening on the other side, but neither of them seemed to care as she fell apart above him. Jake's hips pushed upwards rapidly, hellbent on pleasing her up until the very end of it all. "Just like that," he growled, fingers curling into the back of her hair as he too fell apart. Legs clenched as pace slowed, pausing deep inside of her as he rode out the high of a lifetime. Chest rose and fell at a quickened pace, his breathing harsh as eyes fell closed, head light.

With a soft moan, at the feel of his fingers tightening in her hair, she stilled her hips, listening instead to the rapid thump of Jake's heart and rough sound of his growl. Lauren pressed a kiss to him, lips trailing from his chest to his collarbone, skimming his neck and upwards, letting them linger over his mouth before closing the distance. His eyes were still shut, so she kissed his cheek, moaning quietly when her hips gave an involuntary roll against him. She was still working on words, opting instead to savor the quiet that came in the comedown, tucking her face into his neck with a small satisfied sigh.

Hips stilled against hers, his head spinning still with a heated desire he was sure had been imbedded within him. If anything, she'd somehow managed to ruin him, at least for the time being. Arms curled around her frame, holding her close to him as their breathing steadied and heartbeats calmed. As much as he wanted to flip her over and go once again, he'd only had one condom and truth be told, he liked the calm of the comedown. Lips fell softly against the top of her head, focus on her tired body atop his. If he had it his way, he'd stay there as long as she'd let him.

[onkey-bedtime-stories]

EUNOIA - Pilot

Waking up to nothing when you’re super far for home And I watched you fall asleep at night and lay there on my own Got me begging for affection All you do is roll your eyes Broken down, I’ve had enough If this is love, I don’t want it – Super Far, LANY

***

‘Enjoy your trip! Stay out of trouble :)’

She wipes the screen with her thumb. Endlessly. She read it again and again, each letters, hoping it would be changed miraculously.  For hundreds time. Or maybe more. If there’s one thing that she’s grateful about, it is the fact that so far, Jungsoo and her are not awkward to each other. On the text basis at least. She hasn’t figured it out how it would feel when they met. After that night, they haven’t had chance to see each other again.

Two and half years. Almost thousand nights shared together, thousand sunsets and sunrises. A beautiful journey to pursue, until both are too tired to compromised, Jungsoo more likely. At the end of the day, he had different dream. Different expectation.

The last two months are very dreadful for Eunsook. She kept blaming herself until her best friend convinced her to rest her case. Free her soul for her own good because she deserved better.

So when Junghee offered to come over visit her and Minho to their new house, she didn’t think twice booking the ticket for a summer escapades. And now, here she is, anxiously waiting for her flight at the boarding room. Checking her phone continuously without even aware that she’s torturing herself for some ruined story.

Drown in her thought, she jolts a bit when the phone vibrates in her hand.

“Where are you now?”

She massaged her forehead hearing how her best friend shouted, “I just texted you ten minutes ago. Of course I’m still waiting for my fuckin’ plane!”

“I wonder if you left your mouth at home purposely when you’re studying at school. Your language sounds uneducated. Besides, it’s not annoying when your best friend checking on you to make sure you’re not suicidal.”

“Best friend won’t make up a scene where I’m doing such a reckless action.”

“Who knows you became an extremist!”

“As if! I won’t kill myself over a guy!”

“This one is not just a guy. This one is an ex-fiancée-to-be.”

Eunsook sighed again, and Junghee frowned on the other line.

“Are you okay, honey?”

“We are not even thinking about engagement, Junghee-ah.”

“And that’s why I always said that he’s stupid.”

“He’s not.”

“Then what?!” Junghee’s almost shrieking on her couch.

“He just realized I was holding him back.”

“Holding him back for what?! For a better life?! How can you still defend him? At this point I cannot tell who the brainless one is.”

“You are the brainless one! You got married too fast!”

Eunsook tried to divert her to the topic she loves the best.

“Don’t blame me! Minho is just too good!”

“And you’re too weak.”

“Who can’t resist a very beautiful rose diamond ring?”

The lady sitting next to her gives her the eye when Eunsook cracks loudly.

“My materialistic woman. This is why I love you, Kim Junghee!”

“Come here quickly! I miss you so much you have no idea!”

“I miss you too, baby! I’ll see you in couple hours!”

“Stay out of trouble! See you soon!”

Eunsook pressed the red circle on her phone. Same words, different feeling, she thought. She sighed for the umpteenth time that day when the announcement is telling her to get on the plane.

***

“Lee Eunsook!!”

Junghee already shouting when there’s still around 100 meter distance between them. Minho can only chuckle and try so hard covering his face while his wife embarrassing themselves. She beams right away when she saw Junghee jumps around flailing her arms, looks like a very excited five years old.

“Oh my good grace! Finally!”

Minho automatically takes Eunsook’s luggage from her hand when he saw Junghee hugged her excessively.

“You’re killing me, woman!”

But Junghee doesn’t care because she understand what Eunsook had been through.

“Let’s go! I’ve cooked your favorite dish!”

She doesn’t allow Eunsook to have time to think again for she’s afraid her best friend would feel lonelier after she released her from the embrace.  

“Fried chicken?”

Her lips pouting immediately, “Your second favorite, then.”

“Seafood?”

“What the hell, Lee Eunsook! Italy changed you!”

“I always love fried chicken and seafood!”

“Whatever! You need to eat! A lot! I don’t like be friend with a walking skeleton!”

“Can you see my thighs are bigger than yours?”

Junghee just ran faster to the exit direction, preventing them to recognize the full brim on her eyes.

“What have she cooked, actually?” Eunsook can’t help but ask Minho while they walked side by side.

“The whole restaurant.”

“What?!”

Minho laughed when he saw Eunsook’s eyes doubled their size, “You know it’s her way to comfort people around her.”

“I know.”

“And she wanted only the best for her best friend. If you know what I mean.”

“And I know exactly what you mean.”

“You okay now?”

Minho’s voice sounds concerned and he didn’t even try to hide it, “Taemin called me. He said you’ve been weeping like a trooper’s widow. I’m quoting, here. Not my own words.”

“That ungrateful traitor. It was two months ago. I’m doing great ever since.”

He turned his face to seek for the truth on her eyes but Eunsook is too smart to hang the poker face perfectly.

“Come on, or your wife will kill both of us.”

Minho shrugged, remembers very well how Junghee stomped around the house cursing for hours when she knew the reason why Jungsoo told her how he felt, a week after Eunsook’s birthday.

***

“So you will back to Italy?”

“I think so. My boss doesn’t have the guts to keep me on the office with only my study visa. He already did his best to let me extend my internship for one more semester, though. Now I have no more reason to postpone my graduation. So, yeah, I will be back to Italy next month and graduate in October.”

“If only it’s easy to get a job in Netherlands, I would ask you to move here.”

Eunsook chuckles and takes another sip of the beer, “No need to worry, baby. I’ve applied for some job in London. Their response’s so far so good.”

“I really hope you got this one!”

She raised her eyebrow when she caught Junghee is half squealing, “Why? So I’d forget everything about him?”

Caught red handed, Junghee gulped down her wine quickly.

“Well, 80% yes.”

“And the rest?”

“So I get to visit you in London! That would be amazing! Junghee and Eunsook take London down the sequel!”

Eunsook doesn’t need to be told to crack on huge laughter. Back then, after their high school graduation, they decided to take a gap year and went to London to learn better English. Eunsook, while taking a part time as staff in museum on weekend, started the class right away since her father already arranged everything on the institute for her. Junghee on the other hand, ditch the English class for studying painting and working in a restaurant at night instead. But that’s how she met Minho who happened to be a part time student taking night shifts there.

“Why you always get the best part when it comes to London?”

“Life is a choice, honey. You can be a traveler but you’re too cool so you choose to be a designer.”

“It’s not fair.”

“Everything is fair in love and war.”

“And what’s from that has thing to do here?”

“I don’t know.. I think I’m already drunk.”

The two best friends start to laugh again, immersed with the each-other-life-catching-up-session, they aren’t aware Minho is already by the door, sweater on and keys in hand.

“Baby, I’m going.”

“Oh! What?! Where?”

“I’m picking Kibum up. It’s raining and he’s afraid it will ruin his equipment.”

Both checks the window and found out its pouring hard outside, “Oh I didn’t realize.”

“Who will realize if they’re too excited interrogating Eunsook?” She’s jutting her mouth and Minho kissed her goodbye, “We’ll grab some drink after and be back soon!!”

Junghee’s shooing her husband away and when she’s back to her best friend, the latter knits her brows together, clueless all over her face.

“Who is Kibum?”

“Ah! I forget to tell you! He’s the guy who’s currently living in the other room.”

“And who’s the guy that currently living in the other room?”

Junghee bursts out in an un-ladylike laughter and Eunsook’s getting more annoyed, “Sorry, baby. Well, Kibum and I went to middle school together. He’s happened to be Minho’s neighbor back in Seoul. He was searching for a temporary place to stay when we put the ads of the vacant room online. He’s a photographer and has some project here for his indie magazine. So, yeah.”

“So, yeah?”

She rolled her eyes, “I mean, I know it’s my bad, I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you this before. But you’re okay with this, right?”

Actually Eunsook is not that comfortable because she’s the only one who doesn’t know this Kibum guy. And since middle school, she realized she hates being an outcast since she’s quite awkward with new people.

“Well, this is your house, so…”

Knowing the nature of her best friend, Junghee jumped a bit on her seat, “Don’t worry, baby! He’s a really nice guy. You’ll like him in no time, I promise. He’s too busy anyway, so I guess it’s rarely you’ll meet him in the house.”

“Whatever.”

Eunsook muttered almost silently and thank God Junghee didn’t catch this one.

***

“Any idea what you gonna do today?”

Junghee dropped pile of pancakes on Eunsook’s plate, making the latter’s eyes filled with happiness. Warmth of jolly brought Junghee beaming so wide, after all, seeing her best friend still her best friend, a girl who appreciates simple things and turns it into happiness.

“Have no plan. I just bought the ticket, packed my stuff, and flew here. No itinerary, no schedule. I’m a complete blank paper now.”

“Good!” Junghee took a place in front of her and started her own breakfast, “We should go shopping today! It’s been so long since I bought new shoes.”

“Then what do you call those brown leathery goods you purchased last month, love?”

Minho rests his arm across her shoulder while take the seat.

“That’s because it was on sale! And it came in a set with yours! I got that because we couldn’t buy it separately if we want the sale price, Mister!”

“For God’s sake! It’s not even nine! Can you both let others have a quiet breakfast?”

Eunsook’s eyes darted to the stair at the corner, and she became restless out of nowhere. A tall guy with pale face paces down, dark hair bounced fluffily like a black cotton candy with each step. Those skinny jeans seemed too tight on his long limbs but he balanced it somehow with an oversized t-shirt.  He walked pass them to grab some coffee as if Eunsook is not there.

“This is my house and I can do whatever I want, dude.”

Minho throws a grapefruit to his direction which the latter luckily caught it.

“I will kill you if you made me drop my cup. That lady next to you will voluntary skin me alive if I messed up her kitchen!”

“You deserved that?”

Three of them keep arguing and laughing while Eunsook has her lips sealed, trying to enjoy her pancakes peacefully, ignoring the scene happened there even though she knew it’s getting hard for her to swallow each bite since the bright room suddenly is too suffocating.

Until Kibum realized he’s a stranger to someone. He gave Junghee a hint with his chin and she makes a voiceless ‘O’.

“Eunsook-ah! This is the guy I told you about. Kibum, this is my best friend Eunsook. She will stay here for vacation. And I will not only skin you but sell your flesh to the market if you dare to make a move on her.”

Eunsook almost spilled out the coffee inside her mouth, she tosses the closest napkin to Junghee’s face which luckily dodged it very well.

“And you only blame me while it’s also your fault for having a friend who is too pretty?” he stretched out her hand to Eunsook, “Kim Kibum. Nice to meet you, and please ignore Junghee whenever she said bad things about me. She still holds grudge since middle school because I grew 12 centimeters taller than her.”

“Lee Eunsook. Don’t worry, she’s too loud I already cover my ears the second she’s about to open her mouth.”

A beautiful curve formed on her face, she smiled so bright Kibum got dizzy for a moment. There’s something so soft touched his heart and he’s pretty sure it’s related to those fluffy rosy cheeks.

“Can you stop hogging my friend’s hand like that?!”

Minho let out a poisonous laughter because he understands why Kibum acts like that. Eunsook herself is already crimson red when Kibum retreat his hand.

“See?! This is your fault, Kim Junghee.”

“You are the one who cannot control your thirst!”

“Forgive me, princess,” he cocked his head to Eunsook, “But your friend really has wild mouth. I can’t resist slapping her sometimes.”

“Oh, please be my guest! Since I have no heart to harm her even though she deserved it.”

Junghee balled her fist when Kibum and Eunsook join the force through a friendly high five, leaving Minho with no option than console her by kissing the side of her head.

“Don’t worry, I still love you, baby.”

“You better be!” she then kissed Minho which the latter complied.

Eunsook naturally can only pull out a bitter smile. The scene happened in front of her, it would be hers six months ago. She would be exactly like her best friend, in love and beloved.

Whilst Minho and Junghee are busy in their own bubble, Kibum didn’t fail to catch the changed expression on Eunsook. But he’d rather to shake it off than ask her further question or make sure she’s alright which might too rude for a new acquaintance.

“Go back to your room if you want to continue for the second round! This view is polluting my precious eyes.”

“I said this is my house, Kim Kibum.”

With that Minho continued peppering his wife with kisses all over her face which makes Kibum decided to imitate puking voice that surprisingly makes Eunsook chuckled.

Once again, something soft tickling Kibum’s heart.

***

Sometimes, we just don’t realize we will meet the one, do we? Love after all, is a beautiful thinking that we probably only dream about until the tiniest detail of each counterpart, but turned us to be so oblivious when it brought into reality. Isn’t it pretty amazing? :)

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Chapter 2

[parkkate]

The photoshoot

Inspired by these beautiful and hot hot pictures ;)

Draco had no idea what had possessed him to say yes to the photoshoot. The editor of Witch Weekly had practically begged him. She had been over the moon that famous Harry Potter had agreed to a very personal photo series and the editor wanted the best photographer for this. So naturally, she had come to Draco. 


“I want the Chosen One as we’ve never seen him before. I want sultry, I want sassy, I want steamy, I want sex!” she had practically screamed at him.
 He had been reluctant at first. He had no desire to be anywhere near his former arch-nemesis. But this was a great opportunity.

So here they were, in Draco’s studio, Potter in his old Gryffindor uniform. It clung to his body more tightly than Draco remembered. The prat had filled out quite a bit.


“Alright, Potter. Just relax. And don’t look into the camera.”


“Where am I supposed to look then?” Potter asked, sounding a bit unsure.


“Just… to the side,” Draco said, mentally sighing. This was going to be a long day. Potter looked uncomfortable and tense. Draco needed him to be relaxed. At ease.

“Potter,” he said a little more waspishly than he had intended. It made Potter flinch. “Just try to think of something that will take your mind off of this. Something fun,” Draco said in a softer voice.

Potter seemed to think about it for a second and the tension visibly left his shoulders. At least a little. His eyes became unfocused and Draco wondered what he was thinking about. Slowly, Potter took off his robes, revealing the white shirt underneath. He began loosening his tie. Draco watched him and tentatively lifted the camera to his eyes. He didn’t want to scare Potter out of his thoughts. But even the sharp clicking noises of the camera didn’t seem to disturb Potter now. Draco’s eyes widened as he watched Potter slowly biting his lip.

Draco cleared his throat, to distract himself from the funny feeling in his stomach.


“Good, good,” he mumbled. “Um, I don’t know what the editor told you about this shoot, but it’s supposed to be very…”


“Personal. I know,” Potter said, his green eyes locking with Draco’s. Without breaking eye contact, Potter began unbuttoning his shirt. As he slipped it off his shoulder’s, Draco’s mouth suddenly felt very dry. Potter walked over to the bed in the far corner and sat down on it.

Draco followed him, mentally slapping himself, because his knees felt weaker with every step. 
Potter gave him one last glance, before one of his hands reached for the waistband of his trousers. He hooked his thumb into it, while the other hand began stroking his abs. His ridiculously delicious abs.


‘Dear Merlin,’ Draco thought, ‘this was a horrible idea!’
 He took several shots of Potter in this pose, concentrating very hard. ‘This is your job! Do not get distracted by him. He’s a git, remember?’

Feeling a bit more confident about his self-control, Draco said,


“Get your wand out, Potter.”


“Excuse me?” Potter spluttered, which made Draco smirk and roll his eyes.


“Your actual wand.”


“Oh.” 


Potter pulled it out of his back pocket sheepishly. He pointed it at the opposite wall, as if he was trying to hex it. A crease formed between his eyes. Oh, Draco knew that look, that scowl. It felt reassuring to see Potter with such a familiar expression. But at the same time, Draco wished he could make it go away. For good.


“No, no,” he said, stepping a little bit closer to Potter. “We’ve seen enough of you as the Saviour. I think we need something different…”


Okay, so Draco could have just told Potter what he wanted him to do. But Draco was curious how his skin would feel against his fingers. He wouldn’t get another opportunity like this ever again. Why not push his luck a little bit?!

But as he touched Potter’s wrist, he involuntarily shuddered. And… was he imagining things, or had Potter just failed to surpress a shiver himself?! 
Trying not to ponder on it, Draco moved Potter’s arm up above his head. He guided his hand to the back of his neck, his own hand lingering for just a second longer than necessary. While avoiding his eyes, he draped Potter’s wand-hand to his side, so that it was half-wrapped around himself.


“There we go,” Draco muttered. He took a few steps back, clutching his camera tightly.


“You’re good at this,” Potter said. There was no venom or animosity in his voice, no mocking tone. It irritated Draco immensely.


“Yes well, brainless, shirtless idiots are easy to order around,” Draco said through gritted teeth.
He was expecting some sharp retort from Potter. Maybe even another scowl. He did not expect, however, Potter’s face lighting up in a huge, genuine smile. Draco was so shocked, he released the shutter of his camera by accident.


“Why don’t we take a quick break?” Draco suggested, grateful that his voice didn’t sound raspy. Or at least too raspy.

He stormed into the bathroom, splashing his face with cold water. It did nothing to calm his racing heart. Cursing under his breath, he decided to get this thing over with as quickly as possible. Why, in the name of Merlin, did he have to be so bloody attractive? Stupid Potter! But no matter. 'Let’s just get two more poses and I’ll send him on his way.’

Nodding to himself, he marched back into the room. But as Draco reached for his camera, his heartbeat picked up yet again. Potter had gotten rid of his trousers and was sprawled on the bed. Sweet Salazar! He was only wearing pants now! 


It took Draco a moment to realise that Potter was holding something in his hands, studying it intently.


“What’s that?” Draco asked, cursing his voice for sounding so high.


“It’s a map,” Potter said grinning. 


“A map,” Draco repeated flatly, before taking a picture.


“Yeah.” Potter’s stupid grin widened. “It shows everyone at Hogwarts, where they are and where they’re going.”


Draco registered the words, but it took a second before the meaning sank in.


“You know, I used to stalk you with this quite a bit. Especially in 6th year.” Potter’s grin turned… shy? 
Was Draco going mental? But… no. Potter’s cheeks were definitely turning a bit rosy. Draco’s heart stuttered again at the sight.

“This looks… weird. Maybe you should put on some clothes,” Draco grumbled and grabbed the next best thing. It was Potter’s ugly Gryffindor-Quidditch sweater. Perfect! Draco watched with contentment as Potter’s chest vanished beneath the fabric. Yes, that was definitely better! Wait, why was Potter lying down again?

Draco could not keep his thoughts straight with Potter lying there like that. Like he was waiting to be taken. Shaking his head, Draco moved around the edge of the bed to get a better angle. When Potter grabbed the hem of his sweater and pulled it up, Draco nearly dropped the camera. Dear Merlin, that was even hotter than Potter being shirtless. Damn it! Draco had to act. Fast.

“Get up,” he ordered, gesturing wildly with his hand.
 Potter did as he was told, clumsily of course, and came to a halt right in front of Draco. Impatiently, Draco dragged the sweater over Potter’s head without warning. Potter didn’t complain. He just kept staring at Draco mutely.

Draco had to surpress the urge to reach out and trace his fingers across Potter’s chest. He was standing so close. Too close. Draco could practically feel the heat coming from Potter’s body. It tingled on his skin, sending little jolts of pleasure down his arm.

Draco shifted the tiniest bit closer. He wanted to feel Potter’s warm breath on his face…

When he did, his knees almost buckled. He could hear his pulse hammering in his ears now. For one moment he feared Potter could hear it, too. His tongue darted out to wet his now very dry lips and he watched Potter as his gaze flicked down to follow the movement of Draco’s tongue.
 Potter swallowed, his eyes widening. This was mad. Why was Potter affecting him like this? And was Draco affecting him, too? That was intriguing.

But Draco couldn’t think about that now. He had to collect his wits. So he took a few steps back, holding up the camera in front of his face. He had a job to do after all. He tried to remember what the editor had told him.


“Now, Potter. I want you to think of nothing but one person. The one person you want to be with right now.” Draco was proud how calm and collected he sounded.

He waited for Potter to react to his words, for his pose to change, for the expression on his face. All Potter did was furrow his eyebrows. 
Alright, maybe something else then.


“Think about someone you want to kiss. Someone… you want to touch.” 
Draco held his breath as he waited for Potter’s reaction. Maybe a sappy, goofy grin? Puppy dog eyes?


Instead, Potter bit his lip again. That bastard! Draco stared at the tantalizing sight. Bloody buggar! Why couldn’t it be Draco’s teeth sinking into that rosy flesh? He was almost sure Potter would taste amazing.

Just as Draco thought this couldn’t get any more torturous, Potter did something that made everything in Draco’s body stop dead. 
Potter lifted his right hand up to his face and placed it on his cheek. His touch seemed featherlight as his fingers moved down to his jaw, down his neck, over his collarbone, his chest - dear god - down his side, to his waistband… 
Draco couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched Potter’s hand disappear beneath that waistband.

Draco forgot how to breathe. He forgot about the camera in his hands. Hell, he couldn’t even remember his own name right now. Potter, touching himself, right in front of him… it made something in Draco snap.

Without thinking about consequences or anything at all, besides that beautiful man in front of him, Draco lurched forward, threw his arms around Potter’s neck and pressed their lips together. Everything went hot in an instant. Draco felt like every inch of him that was in contact with Potter’s body was burning up. But it wasn’t enough. He needed to taste him, too.

Slowly, he dragged his tongue across Potter’s lower lip, making both of them shiver. Potter made a low moaning sound at the back of his throat, which thrilled Draco, but it also made him suddenly and painfully aware of the whole situation. He released Potter immediately, pushing himself away from him, a horror-struck expression on his face. Oh no! What had he done? 


“I- I’m sorry.” Draco didn’t even think about the fact that he was apologizing to Harry bloody Potter right now. He was only thinking about the embarrassment, the impossible situation he had just put himself in. “That was very unprofessional of me.” True, Potter had been touching himself, but… that hadn’t been for Draco’s personal entertainment. 
With this realization, another unwelcome thought entered Draco’s mind. Who had Potter been thinking about while he had touched himself? Who had Potter been thinking about right before Draco had practically forced himself on him? These questions made Draco feel sick. He wanted to smash that person to pieces, whoever they might be.

Draco was so focused on his anger that he didn’t realize he had balled his hands into fists, his nails cutting into his own flesh. It was only when he felt something warm and soft on his neck that his mind snapped back to reality.

Huge green eyes were staring into his. Apparently, Potter had placed his hand on the side of Draco’s neck. But that couldn’t be right. Why would he do that?

“Don’t be sorry,” Potter whispered, “you are so much better in real life than I imagined you in my head.” 


It was not a good day for Dracos lungs. He held his breath yet again, as Potter pretty much jumped on him, making them both stumble backwards, onto the bed. On any other day, Draco would have been appaled at the thought of being trapped underneath Harry Potter like this. But right now, he couldn’t have been happier.

He almost squealed when Potter placed hot, open-mouthed kisses on his collarbone, working his way up to Draco’s jaw, to the edge of his mouth. Tentatively, he repeated what Draco had done to him earlier, tracing the shape of Draco’s lips with his tongue. Draco didn’t think twice before letting Potter’s tongue slip against his own and deepening the kiss. 


Potter was right, this was definitely better than anything Draco had ever imagined. Not that he had ever imagined making out with Harry Potter. Of course not. Come on! 
Yeah well okay, maybe once… or twice. After glimpsing Potter in the shower after one of their Quidditch matches. Whatever!

“You have enough pictures, right?” Potter panted against his mouth.


“I think so,” Draco mumbled. 


“Good. Because I’d rather keep doing this,” Potter said, pressing his lips more firmly against Draco’s. 


Draco definitely agreed. And besides - the editor was going to be really happy with his work, Draco thought while smiling against Potter’s lips. After all, he was getting exactly what she’d asked for.

omg okay. So... I posted this like two months ago already? As a reblog of those amazing pictures. I came across it again and changed a few words here and there and yeah... here we are  :D