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flowershines · 3 months ago

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Sober thoughts; Drunken words

Summary: Walking along the shoreline as the sun set around you was so calming and relaxing until your peace was interrupted by the sound of loud laughter and music by the water, walking to the sound you locked eyes with your moral enemy as a hint of love was shown in his drunken demeanor.

Warnings: smut, slow burn, angst, drinking, fighting, mentions of puke, fluff, handjob, nicknames (cupcake), etc.

Trope: enemy! jj x kook! reader

Faded sounds of waves crashing onto the water surrounded your ears as the water below your feet sent a chill down your spine and relaxation to flow through every inch of your body, recently your mind had been filled with stress about work and you're schooling so this peaceful walk was all you needed to keep your mind sane; for now. One foot stood by the other turning towards the water which reflected the sun's light onto your sun kissed skin enjoying every second as the small fish in the water swam by your still figure, the sense of loneliness usually would've brought you to feel alone and that there's no one there but something about being this type of lonely made you feel comfortable. Bending your lower body down towards the sand your soft and gentle fingers grazed the sand below you as you rubbed your fingers through the sand which felt gravely on your fingertips, turning your attention to the sky you stood back up and watched as the clouds slowly moved away from you as the sun displayed a soft orange consistency on the bottom of the fluffy cumulus cloud.

Palm trees around you started to rustle against one another as the waves started to pick up with the wind bringing the sound of faded laughter to appear from just a mile away from where you stood, one foot after the other you followed your ears towards the noise as the sight before you became more visible to your soft eyes. People with red solo cups in their hands and music blaring through the drunken crowd, the only thing that processed through your mind was one singular thought; who are these people? Walking up closer to the crowd you started to recognize a lot of familiar faces from classes in school as well as just around town in general which would only mean one thing, music, crowds, alcohol, girls, JJ has to be around here somewhere. Just as your figure was about to turn around and continue your peaceful walk the sound of someone calling your name in the distance turned your attention towards the noise, "Y/n!" one of your old friends had said which caused you to be very surprised to hear her voice again ever since you had moved and became a kook she stopped talking to you. "Kie! It's been so long." You slightly chuckled to try and remove the awkward tension between the two of you as the smell of alcohol radiated off of her clothes "Yeah, it has. I've missed you so much." she started walking closer to your figure wrapping one arm around your waist slurring her words due to the amount of beer running through her body.

"Who'd you come here with?" You asked wondering if she was going to be going home drunk and alone, even though you haven't talked with her sense that one night you would never leave her drunk while making stupid decisions all by herself; you at least wanted to get her back to John B or Pope even, just anyone but him. "They're around here." She said pointing to the people around her as she rested her head on your shoulder slightly putting more and more of her weight onto you, seeing a familiar brown-haired boy talking to a girl you started to walk up to him and hoping you would be able to leave Kie safe with him; hopefully. "John B!" You called out walking closer to him causing him to turn around and face you as the weight suddenly of another person caused your muscles to weaken and start to struggle to keep Kie on her feet, he started to walk over to you leaving the random girl next to him alone "I told her not to get shit faced drunk, clearly she doesn't listen." A small laugh left your lips as he started to try and pry Kie off of your body only making her nuzzle into your shoulder further, "John B, always a buzz kill." she said, shrugging one of her shoulders. "Well one of us has to." He responded while mouthing a small 'thank you' as you turned back around wishing to be able to continue walking while enjoying the peaceful scenery. Kie stopped you as she held your hand, "Come with us, please." she looked up at John B for some sort of conformation but only for her to be cut off by you declining the offer. "I can't I was just-" "Come on Y/n, only for like a few minutes till she falls asleep then you can leave." John B interrupted, "Then she will be safe with us." The last part of his sentence is what made you agree to go along with them.

Following closely behind them not wanting to part from them in the large crowd of people he had brought you both to a place where big tree branches were placed by the water where Pope and JJ were, he placed Kie next to you as you sat on the opposite branch across from the two; now three men. "Hey Y/n, long time no see. How have you been?" Pope asks as his face brightens up from your appearance "Been doing good, just waiting for Kie to fall asleep then I'm out-" "Pussy." JJ mumbled under his breath "Mind speaking up." you said confidentially as your eyes widened at his comment. "All I'm saying is, is that you're going to be here for a second then dip and leave us to take care of Kie drunk?" His words slurred. He was also very drunk, not as bad as Kie but almost there, "Seems like you were fine letting her roam around the beach drunk though, huh? Plus, you sound almost as drunk as her anyways so why don't you just worry about yourself." you bit back at his rude comment causing his reaction to falter from your sudden tone change. "Stop, argue on both of your free times. Acting like some elementary school students." Pope commented while rolling his eyes in annoyance "She has the brain capacity of an elementary schooler, 's why she's acting like one; immature." you didn't want to annoy any of his friends any longer, so you sat Kie up stabilizing her on her own. Standing up you grabbed JJ's bicep and pulled him away from everyone, you led him to an area where there was barely any light hitting the both of you except the light from the now setting sun's light, which reflected off the water giving both of your faces a light orange glow.

"What?" He asked with a slight attitude hidden in his tone but prominent enough for you to notice "You want to talk bad about me, do it. I don't know why you always want to drag your friends into your messes, it's almost like you can't handle me yourself and yet I'm the one being called a pussy." his mouth hung low as he was baffled by your rude comment as his brain started to draw a blank line, having no comeback to make. "I-" He tried to form a sentence but eventually came up empty handed meanwhile you looked into his eyes as he looked down at the ground below the two of you, "Why do you always try to start an argument with me?" you asked, feeling genuine about the question causing him to shake his head and start muffling a sentence "I don't know." was the only explanation that came across his drunken mind. "Whatever JJ, you don't have to answer me now but the next time you try and argue with me; I'm not going to argue back. I'm sick of your shit." You added walking back towards the crowd only for a hand to be wrapped around your waist stopping your movements, "Please don't go, I'll explain myself." you rolled your eyes as he slurred his words while you didn't want to waste the beautiful ocean breeze and sun set. "Then tell me another time because you're wasting my time right now." Taking his flimsy hand off of your waist you placed it by his side and walked back to where Kie and the guys were, "I'm going to head out, is she safe with you guys?" you asked, turning towards the two men who had red solo cups in their hands causing both of them to nod in response. "Bye Y/n, have a good night." Pope exclaimed as you walked away "You too!" you shouted back hoping that they heard you because you didn't turn around scared you would see JJ again. Bumping into people through the loud and drunk crowd you tried your best to walk back to where you were until a hand tapped your shoulder, turning around and you were met face to face with one of your old friends with benefits, Rafe Cameron.

"Looking gorgeous tonight, princess." He commented looking at your figure up and down while waiting for your response a smirk creeped up on the corner of his lips, "Thanks." you fake smiled trying to turn back around and get out of here and literally go anywhere but here, you had no idea why all of the assholes were out and about in this small crowd. "Leaving so fast, maybe I should go with you; you know make sure you get home safe." You knew him and you knew that the only reason why he was saying that was because he wanted to hook up and leave the crowd, "I'm actually all set, there are other girls here that you can make sure they're safe though." his figure walked closer to yours wrapping both hands around your waist bringing his face closer and closer to your ear whispering gently "But I want you, not them." while he started to lay messy kisses on your neck which would one hundred percent leave hickeys there the next morning. Your arms tried to push his chest off of you but eventually gave up weakening into his touch "Rafe-" you whispered causing him to hum into your neck, tickling you in the process causing a shaken breath to leave your lips. Bringing your hands towards his head your fingers laced into his hair while accidentally pulling on some strands during the process, you had no idea if you were enjoying the moment with him as much as you should that was until the warm body that was on you was pulled away from you as the sound of a fight breaking out filled the tension in the air.

Focusing your eyes on the two you noticed how the man currently losing was Rafe due to the unexpected sneak attack as the man who was winning was the man you were talking to not that long ago, "Get off of him JJ." you yelled while the people around you pulled their phones out and started recording meanwhile John B and Pope were trying to pull JJ off of Rafe before things got too bad and Rafe would start to beat JJ up. "Stop." John B said as he managed to get JJ off of Rafe and held him back, but you walked over to Rafe to make sure he wouldn't go and attack JJ. "Don't, please." You begged looking into his eyes as he started to breath heavily trying to calm down his anger, "I can take you home if you want?" you suggested as guilt started to fill your body while you scanned him for any confirmation of your question. He nodded his messy haired head as blood started to trickle down his lips as he could start to taste it. "Am I bleeding?" he asked, turning to you as you started to walk with him towards his house which surprisingly wasn't as far as you had thought. Nodding you looked up at him "I can clean you up at the house though, I still remember where that stuff is." he chuckled at your slight eagerness "Look at you, thinking so much about what we were you still remember all the things I showed you in my house." you scoffed. "You wish." Walking past the streetlight the air around you started to heat up your body while the lights started to dim, the street was dark and made you feel uncomfortable but with Rafe you felt some sort of comfort even though you know you shouldn't feel anything for him.

The gateway to his house stood in front of the two of you as the feeling of relief filled your gut not until a hand was wrapped around your mouth pulling you into a dark side street behind an old house, you tried screaming into the suspicious hand, but the person placed more pressure on your lips muffling your sounds even more than they already were. "Shh." The figure behind you shushed you trying to keep you quiet but you refused and started to put up even more of a fight starting to kick your feet around and start elbowing the person behind you, "Stop, Y/n." the voice sounded familiar to you which made you turn around to look at the person. Only to be met with a blonde-haired boy who you were dreading seeing, you pushed him off of you and slapped his face "What the hell JJ?! Trying to kidnap me, fighting Rafe?! The hell man." you said pushing him back as he placed his hand over your mouth once more "Shut up, you're so loud for someone so quiet." you muffled more into his hand as he looked around at his surroundings making sure no one was around. Taking his hand off of your mouth you were about to start talking more that was until you felt his lips pressed against yours as the taste of beer started to fill your mouth, your eyes widened from the sudden act while he placed his hands on your waist trying to pull your body closer to his. You wrapped your hands around his neck pulling his lips closer to you hoping to deepen the kiss between the two of you, the kiss started to fill with desire and hunger for more. "JJ." You mumbled against his lips trying to talk to him about what this sudden act was, but he was too into the kiss to even notice you were talking to him until you pulled his hair gently, "Huh?" he questioned pulling away from the kiss wiping the left-over saliva from the kiss on the back of his hand. "What do you mean 'Huh?' what was that?" He looked down at your helpless figure, "Can I take you back home and can explain more there?" he asked "Fine, but it better be good."

Following JJ down the dark street you heard your name faded being called by Rafe; he was looking for you "I should go tell him that I'm at least okay." you stated as the sudden sentence from you caused him to look over his shoulder, "You don't owe him anything." What is this man's deal today? "Maybe I do, anyway you owe him one too." He stopped in his tracks not turning towards you "I don't owe him shit, I was protecting you." you scoffed "As if I need you to protect me, he wasn't even doing anything wrong." turning around he faced you, stepping closer to you as your heart rate started to increase by the second "He was touching you in a way that no one liked." his face was inches apart from yours "What if I said I liked it." you boldly stated while his hand came up and squeezed your cheeks pulling your lips into a 'kissy face'. "I know you didn't." He let go of your face and turned back around continuing walking. "You don't know me and you wouldn't know what I do and don't like, so don't go acting around like you do just because you are a little jealous of Rafe." anger started to fuel up in his body "I could never be jealous of Cameron, are kidding me? I just didn't like the way he was touching you is all" his last sentence was a form of way to try and compose himself together. "Yeah, maybe you didn't like it, but I did so next time don't cock block me. Thanks." The walk there you couldn't help but wonder what he wanted to talk to you about sudden scenarios played in your head; none of them helped, anxiety started to fill every inch of your body. What if he was taking you to his house to jump you? You had to stabilize your thoughts because this is JJ, we are talking about not some random man who would beat up girls for fun.

Even though he wasn't always the nicest person to you deep down in him you knew there was some sort of soft spot for you or else he wouldn't go and beat up Rafe for zero explanation except 'I don't know', but there was always one thing you could agree on with him and that was that neither of you liked one another. "How far away are we? My feet hurt." You whined as your eyes started to get drowsier by the second while your blurry gaze noticed a bulge in his pocket feeling curious you asked him "What is that bulge in your pocket?" he stopped in his tracks to look at you "What bulge?" you pointed to his pocket as he followed your gaze and connected the dots "Oh, this?" he said pulling out a can of beer from the pocket. "Where did that come from?" You asked genuinely confused how it magically appeared "The bonfire by the shore, needed one for the road because I knew I'd be with you after." he cheekily grinned while he opened the can turning back around taking a sip and continuing along the path. "You're so stupid, drinking more." You commented finally catching up to his pace "I don't comment on your drinking, don't comment on mine." his tone sounded like he was protecting himself from your words; was he insecure on how much he drank? Shaking your head you tried to not let him, and his actions got under your skin, you are just going to take him home then leave because honestly you cannot stand being with him any longer than you had to.

While walking you noticed how he would end up behind you even though he was walking faster than you not that long ago as he was also leading you to his house; you had no idea where you were. "Slow poke, hurry up." He groaned in response while you turned around to face him just to check up on him, his face was pale, beer still in his hand as the other rested on his stomach, while he kept swallowing saliva that was built up in his mouth. "Are you okay?" You asked as you stopped walking watching his figure come closer to yours "Just don't feel too hot." you watched as he spat onto the road "Do you want to keep walking; we can take a break if you need to?" asking him if you looked into his eyes as they were bloodshot and glossy "I'm fine Y/n, don't go soft-" a gag from him interrupted his sentence causing you to instantly turn around not wanting to see any possible outcomes you were thinking would happen. "If you're going to puke, do it over there." Pointing to the bushes he slurred his speech while exclaiming "I'm fine." "Clearly you're not if you're over there almost puking." The sound of a can hitting the ground made your attention turn back around to him "Noo." he cried emphasizing the 'o', "Come on JJ, let's just get you home so you can go to bed." he shook his head "It's too early." looking at the watch on your wrist it read '1:34 am'. "Too early? JJ it's 1 in the morning." he whined "My head hurts and I'm hungry." continuing your path you looked over your shoulder to see him walking closely behind you "How far away are we?" you asked as he quickened his pace now making you side by side with him. "Just a street away." His eyes looked into yours "So pretty." he whispered loud enough so you could hear while you whispered a small "Thanks" confused at his sudden words, following his lead he led you to a house that had a motorcycle in the front yard "This is it; the shithole." he called it trying his best to walk up the stairs to the house "Need help?" you asked as he barely nodded ashamed to admit that he did in fact need your help.

Trying your best to help him up the stairs he put most of his pressure on your side, almost making you fall down the stairs with your arms wrapped around his waist. Managing to help him with his final step you opened the door noticing the feeling of loneliness in the house; did he live here by himself? Walking him over to the couch in the living room you had asked where the Advil was for him to respond with "For what?" you sighed, how drunk was this man? "You almost puked and you said your head hurt." his mouth hung open as realization hit his brain "Oh, I'm fine. I was just saying that stuff so you would stop whining. I'm all good." he smiled while holding his arms out and to the side of his body slowly moving them up and down almost as a way to say 'see?'. Asshole. "You couldn't even walk up the stairs by yourself, what do you mean you're fine?" You asked while raising your voice as his body relaxed into the cushions below him you shook your head in response to his body's actions “Well since you're so 'fine' I'm going to go home." he instantly shot up from the couch and stood in front of you "No, please. I was serious about being hungry. Can you make me something?" he asked, "It's your house, you know where things are better than me." rolling your eyes you tried to slip past his body as his arms moved to your shoulders holding you in place "Please, I don't want to be alone." his eyes looked frantically at you as his eyes started to slightly look teary which made you feel horrible if you just left him there alone.

Sighing, you looked at his kitchen "What do you want?" a smile creeped onto his lips "Can you cut me up some fruit?" he asked while jokingly placing his hands together as a way of begging you, "You are more than capable to cut up some fruit." "But I can't do it like you, see the problem now." slightly chuckling at his request you walked over to his kitchen grabbing an apple and banana cutting them up and placing them onto a plate you saw in a cupboard above you. "Done." Walking into the kitchen you see JJ passed out onto the couch, placing the plate on the table where you looked at his peaceful state. He just wanted to have you there to know he wasn't alone while going to sleep, you couldn't help but feel bad for him and think to yourself that maybe he isn't as bad as you thought. Quietly one foot after the other you walked over to the peacefully sleeping blonde-haired boy, his eyebrows were knitted together almost as a sign of discomfort appearing on his face. Maybe you should get him in his bed so that way he would be more comfortable than just sleeping on the couch, placing your arm under his body. You picked up his limp body and pulled him into his room but just as you were about to place him on the bed you tripped. Both of your bodies were now on the bed, but the problem was he was now on top of you on the edge of the bed. Slowly scooching up your head finally reached his pillows as you were now able to rest your head down while a wave of drowsiness filled your body, you would just leave in the morning just to make sure that he was still okay throughout the night you thought to yourself, you let your eyelids fall while your slumber decided to take over.

Sunlight came piercing through the window directly over your closed eyes causing your eyes to pull away from the tiredness that was threatening to make an appearance once more, the sound of slow breathing made your brain remember where you are and who you were with. Finally opening your eyes, you were met face to face with a sleeping JJ who was laying his head on your chest as his arms wrapped around your waist, trapping you in. Tring to rub the blurriness out of your eyes it unfortunately only made it worse, the small movement caused you to wake him up as a tired groan left his lips as well as a soft “Morning.” he mumbled while nuzzling his head into your body more. “Good Morning, how’d you sleep?” You asked as your fingers played with his shiny blonde hair as he hummed in pleasure from the sudden relaxation. “Good.” He said as he moved his head to look up at you, “I’m sorry.” he stated “For?” you asked, questioning his sudden apology.

“I’ve always haven’t been the nicest person to you and all you tried to do was care for me and yet when we were all friends, I pushed you away the most. It’s just that I really liked being with you and I knew that if I didn’t drive you away then I would become more attached and whenever I let people get too close, they always leave. I didn’t want that to happen with you, so that’s why I stopped being friends with you and I always tried to get your attention even though now I’m realizing that it wasn’t all good attention from you. I just really like you Y/n, I didn’t want to lose you like that, and I regret letting you go, and I hate it when Rafe or any other man touches you in the way I always wished I could.” His sudden confession made you overthink every word he said, “Do you mean it?” you asked, pushing his bangs out of his eyes while he nodded in response. Grabbing the hem of his shirt you pulled his figure closer to yours as your faces were inches away from one another, “Touch me in the way you always wished.” you whispered quoting his confession as you placed your lips onto his as hunger and greed started to fill within his body, aching for more.

One of his hands feathered your waist as the other traced up and down your side, pulling you deeper into the kiss as he pushed his body upward. His arm moved to go under your back slightly arching it to make way for him, his fingers traced small circles on your back causing you to weaken against his lips. Moving your head back you were in desperate need of air but he didn't want to let this moment go following you as you moved back, slightly pushing on his chest you deeply inhaled and exhaled "Needy I see." you chuckled playfully "For you? Always." he started instantly diving back onto your lips. His hips motioned towards you as the feeling of his growing bulge grazed your pelvis as a soft moan fell from your lips due to the feeling, butterflies surrounded your stomach while part of you was wondering if this was even happening.

"Need more of you." he mumbled while his tongue slid into your mouth as the kiss started to fill with desperation for more, bringing your hand down as you played with the hem of his shirt. Pulling himself away from the kiss he pulled his sleeveless shirt over his head and threw it across the room as his fingers played with the bottom of your shirt as he looked into your eyes for approval, nodding he pulled the shirt over your head swiftly and throwing on the opposite corner of his discarded shirt. "Need you so bad." You have never seen him whine for you and surprisingly you really liked it as a smile appeared on your face looking into his lust filled eyes, "Please JJ." you begged as he started to unbuckle his pants and pull them off of him along with pulling your shorts off of your helpless body as well. His bulge was clearly prominent in his boxer which made your mouth water at the sight in front of you as his honey kissed skin had sweat dripping down his abs; he just looked so good, you needed him so bad. The outline of his tip alone was making your head spin but his slightly faded happy trail was doing numbers on you "My eyes are up here cupcake." he joked as a smirk appeared on his face, you were never more thankful in your life that you decided to wear your cute bra and underwear set. JJ clearly liked it, he couldn't take his eyes off of you.

His fingers moved along his boxers as your eyes followed his every move, "Making me nervous cupcake." he chuckled as you inched closer to him now on your knees in front of him now making you exactly leveled with his cock. "Then let me help you out." Shewing his hands away you placed your fingers on the waistband of his boxers slightly pulling them down as his cock hit his abdomen the bouncing back down towards you, grabbing him by the base a hiss left his lips as you placed a small peck on his tip while slowly stroking his member during the process. Groans filled the entire room, you never knew he was so vocal in bed usually you never tried to think about anybody in that way but when he was standing in front of you dick in your face you couldn't help but think it, "Can you go any faster?" he asked as a hint of need was hidden in his demanding words.

Nodding you moved your hand up and down on his cock while kitten licking the tip, both of you knew that your level of sexual experience was very slim, JJ knew you weren't a virgin but he did know that you don't tend to go and sleep around with some random pogues or kooks.You looked perfect from this angle; JJ was looking down at you as his eyes met with your lust filled ones, the way your tongue grazed over the underside of his cock made his eyes roll back into the back of his brain and his cock twitch uncontrollably. He never knew you had this much affect on him as you did right now, "Y/n, please. Getting close." he managed to say without his voice breaking. His body was filled with so much need and adrenaline he had no idea what to do with himself except enjoy the scenery below him, fasten your hands pace, his moans started to become more frequent than before as his hips started to run up against your hand almost in a way of 'helping' you. "Gonna cum-" His words got cut off as his load started to fall onto your hands and face, he apologized for cumming on your face yet there wasn't even one ounce of regret filled within him.

Grabbing his shirt, he wiped his cum off of your face and kissed you softly not wanting to push you away afraid that you're disgusted by his actions, his hands moved to your hips as he looked into your eyes. "Don't worry about me, it was all about you today, JJ." Smiling he fake pouting at your words "But-" "No buts, next time you can pleasure me but today was about you." you repeated as you laid back against his pillows as his body joined you kissing your temple. "Thank you." "Anything for you."

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shion-yu · 2 months ago

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Day 13: Mononucleosis

A younger (early 20s) Shu story for @sicktember! Ft his roommate and best friend, Mathias. I’m really excited to post this one because I’m very pleased with it and I think y’all will like it. 3,680 words and no real TWs/CWs but angst and unrequited love. (This piece also works for Day 14, clean sheets, but I had already written a drabble for that one so you get both.)

Shu’s mom told him many, many times that there was no point in moving out. “You stay here, not paying landlord,” she said. “Until you get married.” But after college, and at 22-years-old, Shu felt as if it were high time to get his own place. He’d lived just him and his mom for his entire life, and she’d never let him contribute to the rent. Of course, he loved his mother. She took good care of him and was an incredible cook. But he also felt he would never really be more than a boy in her eyes, and it was difficult not to feel like one himself when he was with her.

And so, he moved into an apartment with his best friend Mathias. It was small, dingy, and not on the best side of town. The furnace went out constantly, and the elevator didn’t work up to their sixth floor apartment. And yet, it was home. Shu’s first home besides the safety of his mother’s place.

He met Mathias in college. Both were studying business administration and found they had similar interests in television and books. It was easy to study together when they had such similar schedules, and soon their studying became a full friendship. A friendship and, for Shu, maybe something a bit more.

It was junior year when they got a little too drunk at a new year’s party and Shu leaned over, kissing Mathias without thinking. The world stopped; everybody around them went silent. At least, that’s what it felt like to Shu before Mathias stepped back, eyes wide with shock.

“Why’d you do that?” He asked.

“I’m sorry,” Shu said. “I don’t know.”

Mathias came closer and kissed him again.

They made out in the back of the host’s pickup truck that night, drunken wandering hands and sloppy tongued kisses that made Shu feel as if he’d never wanted anything more. At some point Mathias said, “I don’t think I’m gay.”

“That’s okay,” Shu said. They kept kissing until the sound of fireworks exploding all around them startled them back to reality. It was 1996. Shu looked up in awe at the cold winter sky bursting into color; Mathias leaned over the edge of the pickup bed and vomited.

They caught a taxi back to Mathias’s small off-campus bedroom and Shu took care of him that night. There was no more kissing, not that it would have been particularly romantic with all the puking Mathias was doing. He kept apologizing, saying he never drank too much like this. Shu just rubbed his back and cleaned up the bathroom, wondering if the kiss was a one time thing.

It was.

The next morning, a very hungover and apologetic Mathias told Shu that last night had been a mistake. “I’m not gay,” Mathias repeated, although this time Shu just nodded silently, looking down at his lap. He was embarrassed and felt so foolish for hoping it was more than a drunken accident.

“Are you?” Mathias asked.

“What?” Shu asked, confused.

“Gay,” Mathias said.

“Oh.” Shu wasn’t sure what to say, although he was sure of the answer. If he said yes, what would happen? He didn’t want to lose Mathias as a friend, even if he couldn’t have more. Still, he decided it was better to rip off the bandaid. “Yes.”

“I thought so,” Mathias said, letting out a breath of relief that confused Shu. “I’m glad. I was afraid you might be offended that I thought you are.”

Shu laughed, although it was mostly to keep from crying. “And you don’t care? That we’re friends.”

Mathias shook his head. “No. As long as you understand that I made a mistake.”

Shu didn’t correct Mathias that Shu was the one who’d leaned in for the kiss first. He just agreed, brushed it off, and from that moment on they went back to just friends. Best friends, but nothing more than that. Shu thought about admitting his true feelings many times, but to what end? Mathias had been clear: as long as you understand that I made a mistake. Meaning if Shu didn’t, he wouldn’t have a friend anymore either. That was worse than unrequited feelings, he decided, and he kept quiet.

It was after graduation that Shu told Mathias he was looking to move out. “Your mom’s not going to be too happy,” Mathias said knowingly. She wasn’t, but Shu needed to know what life was like on his own now.

They had gotten their first job at the same marketing firm. Rather, Shu had gotten the job and then talked them into hiring Mathias as well. Every morning they would have a quick breakfast together, then carpooled in their shared, beat down 1982 Toyota to work. On the days it refused to start, they caught a cab. Sometimes there wasn’t enough spare change for a cab though, and on those days they ran to the bus stop and barely made it on time.

Mathias complained about the money. He said someday they’d get better jobs and move into a nicer apartment and have a car that didn’t need more repairs than it was worth. But for Shu, it was fun. He was living adult life without his mom’s watchful eye for the first time, and growing up with his best friend and the person he loved. So what if Mathias didn’t feel the same way? If this was how it was forever, Shu thought naively to himself, he’d be okay with that.

Shu got a raise first, that February. It was twenty cents more an hour, and they celebrated with beer and pizza from the gas station. It was a raise for making the most sales of any newbie that quarter, and Shu thrived on the praise he got for it. To most people on the outside, it would have seemed like such a measly starter job. For Shu, he felt on top of the world. Nothing could stop him, he thought. He worked harder, longer hours, even staying overnight sometimes. He thrived on being told he was a great employee. Mathias told him he was going to burn himself out, but Shu didn’t care. All the overtime turned into more praise and more money that he was thrilled with.

That was, until the summer of ‘97 swung around and just like Mathias had said, Shu found himself worn out one year into his career. Up until then, he’d never taken a sick day. He’d been sent home with the flu on a Friday afternoon that past winter, and was back to work on Monday. But this morning when Shu woke up, he found himself so tired he couldn’t get out of bed. He kept hitting snooze on his alarm - 5 minutes, 10, then 15 past his usual time. He needed to get up, but his limbs felt like they were made of lead. The fifth time his alarm went off, Mathias knocked on the door and poked his head inside in confusion.

“Aren’t you getting up?” He asked. Shu occasionally had to drag Mathias from bed, but never the other way around.

“I’m getting up,” Shu confirmed, but when he forced himself to sit up a wave of dizziness washed over him. It had been happening a lot recently, these little dizzy spells. Mostly at the end of the day when he stood up after several hours of terrible posture slouched over at his desk. This time felt stronger than usual, though.

Mathias entered the room, his face drawn in concern. “You don’t look too good,” he said. “Are you feeling alright?”

“Just tired,” Shu croaked. His fingers moved to his throat, which was painful. Come to think of it, he’d had a sore throat the past week too, but he’d been able to dismiss it. Now, though, he felt as if he’d gargled rocks.

Mathias sat on the end of the bed, forward as always, and peered at him closely. Shu shivered. “What?” He asked.

“You look like you’ve got a fever,” Mathias said, pressing the back of his hand to Shu’s cheek without warning. “Yikes. You definitely have a fever.”

Shu shook his head. “I can’t, it’s a work day.”

“I don’t think whatever cold you’ve caught knows that,” Mathias said. “You need to call in.”

“No, no,” Shu dismissed him. “I’m getting up. I’m up. Let’s go.”

Mathias sighed but stopped arguing. Shu was stubborn as hell when it came to work, and he knew a fever was not going to change Shu’s mind. “Fine. We’ve gotta go in ten, hurry up.”

Ten minutes was all it took for Shu to throw on his work clothes, brush his hair and teeth, and splash some water on his face to become semi-presentable. He downed a handful of Tylenol in front of the mirror, wincing as the chalky pills scraped going down his swollen throat. He looked rough, but he was confident he could make it through the day. And to his credit, he did make it through: coughing and feeling absolutely wretched. He’d lost his voice by the time their shift ended, and his supervisor approached him when he was punching out.

“Shu, don’t come in tomorrow,” she said. Shu opened his mouth to complain but she held a hand up to stop him. “You’re going to get this entire office sick. Go to the doctor and get some antibiotics.”

Shu was mortified, feeling like he’d been told off for doing something wrong, and nodded dejectedly. Mathias asked him why he looked like a kicked dog on the drive home and Shu told him. “Um, aren’t you glad she wants you to stay home?” Mathias asked, clearly not understanding Shu’s thought process. “She literally excused you from work.”

“Yeah, and what if she fires me because I take too many sick days?” Shu managed to say hoarsely. “And I go broke?”

“That’s not gonna happen,” Mathias snorted. “You need to calm down.”

But Shu couldn’t calm down. He just kept going down anxious paths of worst case scenario what-ifs until he got home and lay down in bed without changing out of his work clothes. He was out practically the second his head hit the pillow, and the next thing he knew Mathias was waking him up the following morning.

“Drop me off at work so you can get to the doctors,” Mathias was saying. Shu’s head was pulsing, splitting, and he just groaned. “Shu? Shit, you’re really burning up. Look, they know we live together, I’ll just bring you myself. Come on.”

Shu didn’t really remember Mathias helping him get dressed, nor did he remember the car ride over. What he did remember was them swabbing him for a few respiratory illnesses at the doctors office, and then the doctor coming in shaking his head and saying, “Well, your test for mono came back positive faster than anyone I’ve seen in a long time.”

Shu was sure he’d heard the doctor incorrectly. “The kissing disease? I thought only teenagers get mono,” he said, dumbfounded. He remembered a classmate getting mono in high school. Specifically, her being out of school for an entire month.

“Well, it’s common in teens and young adults, so you’re in the average age range,” the doctor said casually. “So I’ll write you a note for work and you’ll have to stay in bed until you’re feeling better. Take Tylenol for pain and fever, cough medicine if you need it, and-“

“Wait, how long are we talking?” Shu asked, alarmed. “I came here for antibiotics, I can’t be out of work.”

The doctor shook his head. “Mono is a viral illness, so unfortunately antibiotics won’t do much,” he said. “And I’d expect to be out of work for a few weeks, at least until the fever’s gone. Maybe more.”

“Like months?!” Shu asked, horrified. “How am I supposed to pay for rent?”

“Shu, we’ll figure it out,” Mathias said, “Just listen to the doctor.”

But Shu was beyond listening, and he had some hope that the blood test they did to confirm the diagnosis would still come back negative. Maybe it was just the flu, he thought. An unusual strain that didn’t test positive for some reason. Or a terrible sinus infection. He couldn’t be out of work for two weeks, let alone a month or even longer. He’d fall behind. All his hard work would be disregarded. They’d fire him, he was sure they would.

Mathias drove Shu home in silence, apparently knowing that letting Shu spiral at the moment was about all he could do. He dropped Shu off in front of their building and said, “I’ll tell work for you, if you want.”

“Please don’t tell them,” Shu begged. “I’m sure I’ll feel better tomorrow. I can’t have mono, I don’t even go out or kiss anybody.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” Mathias said pityingly. “Just go to sleep, it’s all going to work out. I won’t tell them you have mono but you’re at least gonna need a few days. And the doctor said if you push yourself, it’ll just make you sicker.”

Shu stumbled into the house, flopping onto bed still in disbelief. He felt awful - sick, but also like his life was self-imploding and there was nothing he could do about it. For the next few days he stayed in bed, physically miserable but still hopeful that it was just a bad cold, until the office called that Thursday and said the blood test had confirmed a diagnosis of mono. They asked Shu if he wanted them to fax paperwork over to his work and Shu, although it nearly killed him, finally said yes.

By now he was sure that he’d get a call any day - a call not to come back to work ever again. Mathias tried to convince Shu that he was being dramatic. Their supervisor had even sent her well wishes and nobody at work was talking smack about him like Shu was so convinced was happening. Shu didn’t quite believe Mathias' good tidings only, but he felt too awful and drained to argue.

The exhaustion was the worst part, followed or perhaps hand in hand with a fever that refused to break for the first week. Shu wasn’t sure he’d ever felt so drained, like he’d run a marathon he most certainly had not signed up for. Mathias tried to coax drinks and food into Shu, but his throat hurt so much that he barely wanted anything. “You have to eat if you want to get better faster,” Mathias said, and usually Shu would have listened. But his head felt so full of cotton that he kept falling asleep even with a bowl of soup in his hands.

On the worst day of the fevers, Shu tried to get to the bathroom in the middle of the night and ended up face first on the carpet in the hallway. Mathias had heard the thump and woke up, running out of his room and turning the hall light off. “Oh my god!” He exclaimed, horrified. “Shu? Hey, buddy, talk to me.”

He turned Shu over, and Shu made a sound that was like a moan mixed with an awkward laugh. “I tripped,” he said. “Sorry.”

“You scared the shit outta me,” Mathias groaned, shaking his head in disbelief. “C’mon, let’s get you back in bed.”

He helped Shu to his feet and wrestled him under the covers. “These are soaked,” Mathias said. “Let’s change them.”

“You have work in the morning,” Shu croaked. “I’m okay.” It was just the fever making him emotional, he told himself. It was making him want to cry, because Mathias was so gentle and patient and handsome with a wreck of a guy like him with no attractive features and yet, he would never be anything more than a friend.

“You’re not okay. Sit on the floor, I’ll change them really fast,” Mathias said. He helped Shu to the floor and draped Shu’s duvet around his shoulders. Shu held it close and shivered, his whole body aching. He watched Mathias quickly change the sheets and then let himself get put back to bed. “Take your temperature,” Mathias said, handing him the thermometer while he got out Tylenol. “You - Shu, are you crying? Are you feeling that bad?”

Shu lifted his hand to his eyes to find he was, in fact, crying. “I don’t know why,” Shu said, sniffling. “It’s just the fever, probably.”

“Probably,” Mathias said, but he still looked worried. He checked that the thermometer was correctly under Shu’s armpit and shook his head. “God, you’re really going through it. Sorry, pal.”

Shu couldn’t help it - he let out another little sob. This was so embarrassing, he thought as he covered his face with his hands. Mortifying. He was going to lose his job and now his best friend too, because he couldn’t just be happy with what he had. He always wanted more. At work mostly, but maybe from Mathias too, and that just wasn’t fair to his best friend who had never pretended to be anything but himself.

“Shu? What hurts? You’re scaring me,” Mathias said.

“I’m sorry,” Shu said, trying to get his tears under control. “I’m just - my head hurts,” he said. It did hurt, but it definitely wasn’t making him cry. There was no way he could really tell Mathias why, though.

“Take the Tylenol,” Mathias instructed him worriedly. Shu did, and when it was time they looked at the thermometer which even given the shoddy lines on the glass, read about 103 degrees. ”Do you think you should take a cold bath?” Mathias asked.

Shu shook his head. He didn’t want to take a bath. He was sure he couldn’t do it without help, and there was no way he was letting Mathias see him like that - even more vulnerable and pathetic than he already was. Mathias got him cold washcloths instead and draped them over Shu’s forehead and neck, which made him shiver.

“The clean sheets,” Shu said, teeth chattering. “They’re getting wet.”

“It’s just water,” Mathias said. He glanced at the clock on Shu’s bedside table. It was two in the morning, and Mathias had work soon.

“You should go back to sleep,” Shu said, his voice choked but the washcloth at least hiding his watering eyes.

He felt Mathias rest a hand on his chest, and the small sob he let escape was unavoidably noticeable when they were making such contact. “I’ll be fine,” Mathias said. “I’m just worried about you.”

It wasn’t fair, Shu thought as he cried, completely unable to hide it any longer. Why did he have to get sick right when life was going so well? Why did he have to love someone who would never love him back, at least not in the same way that he did? Why was he such a selfish person to even hope otherwise?

Mathias was shushing him, telling him it was going to be okay. For a moment, Shu wished he’d never moved out and stayed with his mom, a bachelor for an indeterminable forever but at least he wouldn't know how badly this hurt. Eventually, though, he wore himself out and the sobbing subsided along with the peak of his fever. He felt overheated and kicked his blankets off, hot air escaping him in labored panting. “S’hot,” he muttered to Mathias, “Too hot.”

“Your fever’s just going down,” Mathias reassured him. “Just relax. You’re going to be fine.”

“How do you know?” Shu asked desperately.

Mathias hesitated. “It just will be. Lie back down.”

Shu listened, but he was still muttering about the heat. Mathias felt his cheek with one hand and it felt blissfully cool. “Keep it there,” Shu muttered. “Please.” Just give me this and I’ll be happy, he told himself. It’s enough, just make it enough forever. Mathias put his other hand on Shu’s opposite cheek, and eventually Shu fell asleep with Mathias’ cool palms cupping his tear-streaked face on both sides.

The next day, Shu downplayed what he remembered about that night. The fever made an easy excuse, and he forced himself to make jokes when Mathias laughed about the method with which he’d finally calmed Shu down, holding Shu's face in his hands. For the next several nights, as Shu tossed and turned with fevers that kept him up, he would try putting his own hands on his cheeks to comfort himself. It wasn’t the same, though.

It took three weeks before Shu was able to get back to the office, and even then he had lost weight and was exhausted quickly. His boss was wary of him being there, his pallor alarming her, and she banned him from staying overtime for another week. Despite Shu’s fears, the bills were paid and things went back to normal, slowly but surely. The fevers and cough were gone, only leaving a lingering exhaustion that Shu had to be careful not to push lest he wind up with a blinding headache as a result. It was difficult for Shu not to do as much as he wanted, but it was more difficult to continue pretending that his feelings for Mathias weren’t more painful than before, too.

Focusing on work was his only and best distraction, and so once he was able to get through the day without crashing, Shu threw himself back into the same cycle of overtime and blind dedication to his career. It was better than pining, he thought. Just like it was better to keep Mathias as a friend than to lose him completely. Shu told himself that settling for a life of good enough, and not perfect, was all he could hope for. It was all he deserved. Wanting for more was just too painful.

#shionwrites #Sicktember 2024 #sickfic #whump #oc: shu #oc: mathias #sicknario #fever whump #illness whump

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strscrossed · 1 year ago

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high school reincarnation ficlet // part 1

honestly i wrote this through a mental illness flare up and the need for mikasa to be cared for so i apologize if this sucks. i'll do a part 2 if you guys really want it. anyway this is that scene where lara finds mikasa drunk at a party. enjoy.

It was your average high school party. Teenagers were getting drunk, others were disappearing into any available room with a door. There was nothing special or unusual about it.

Well there was one thing.

Lara wasn’t much of a party girl, she only went if she was invited out by some cutie but her date was nowhere to be found and any thought of him disappeared when she saw Mikasa Ackerman slumped in a corner after clearly too many drinks.

Lara didn’t know her well but she knew two things: first, she was a girl with a lot of problems and she only knew that through the words of casual acquaintances. Second, Eren Jaeger was in love with her.

The third reason was that she was a completely normal human being with a shred of decency. The girl was babbling something incoherent. She probably couldn’t tell her ass from her elbow at this point.

The girl's hair and face already had traces of vomit. She had to keep her conscience. She breathed through her nose as the girl pukes her guts into the bowl.

Lara didn’t know her story much. If they were talking about their previous lives, she knew even less. Mikasa wasn’t her friend. She wasn’t really an acquaintance. They hardly looked at each other and that was mostly because of Mikasa’s discomfort and Lara’s respect for her boundaries.

“Come on,” she whispered. “We have to get you cleaned up.”

“Wanna sleep,” she mumbles.

“We can’t. We have to get you cleaned up and get you some water, okay?”

Mikasa didn’t answer. She wasn’t able to stand.

This was insanity. From the few words she’d heard from Porco Galliard, she had a bit of a drinking problem which Eren was trying to fight all on his own. He’d apparently been successful. Until tonight.

She didn’t want to call him. Hell, she didn’t even know he’d pick up.

Worth a shot, right?

To her surprise, he actually picks up?

“Lara?” there was a mix of surprise and irritation in his voice. She could only imagine why. She’d heard Mikasa’s phone buzzing in her pocket a million times.

“She’s here,” she answered, cutting right to the chase.

Pause on the other line, “Where?”

She could hear the cautious relief in his voice and she really did not want to do this to him.

“Party,” she mumbled. “She’s completely trashed.”

There was silence on the other line for a few seconds. She heard a sharp inhale and she knew that he was pissed. She didn’t want to be here when he arrived but she couldn’t leave a drunk girl by herself at a party like this.

“Send me your location. I’m coming.”

The line went dead and Lara sighed. Mikasa was practically lying down on the floor and it was difficult not to find the whole thing sad. Last life, she was one of the strongest soldiers from Paradis Island. Sure Lara didn’t live long enough to see how it ended but Eren had told her enough. She experienced just enough.

It was hard to believe what a hot mess she was in this life.

“Come on,” she sighed. “You’re Mikasa Ackerman. You’re so much more than this…”

It sounded stupid coming from her mouth. She was the one that knew her the least.

Mikasa snorted but refused to talk. Fair, very fair. All things considered.

Lara sat next to her, hugging her knees to her chest. She smiled down at her, “I know what you might think of me and I know all of this is worthless coming from me. I don’t even know if you’ll remember any of this, but you are. Everyone says it and I believe it. But girl, you need to pick yourself up again. Eren won’t give up on you, but he can only do so much. You can’t tell me you’re happy being half conscious at a party where you hardly know anyone?”

It was official, Lara sucked at pep talks.

Mikasa looked up, her eyes glazed over.

“It just helps me forget…”

Lara didn’t have an answer for that. It was just understandable. She continued to sit next to her and made sure she stayed conscious.

Eren was angrier than a bull when he pulled up to the house. He’d been trying to get a hold of Mikasa all night. They had a small argument earlier and Eren wanted to make it up to her by bringing pizza and her favorite movies.

Only to find that she wasn’t home.

She ignored his calls. By the time Lara called, he was halfway to an anxiety attack.

He was relieved that she was alive but he was pissed. So very, very pissed. She promised him that she would stop. She promised him that she would at least try. More than her though, he was pissed at himself.

He pushed his way through the crowd of wasted idiots.

“Hey Jaeger!” someone called out but he didn’t bother looking. He was here to take Mikasa home. That was all.

He knocked on the bathroom door and he heard some shifting and whispering. He impatiently jiggled the doorknob, only for Lara to open the door. She looked tired and a little sad, if he was being honest.

But when he saw Mikasa lying on the ground, barely conscious and drunk out of her mind, he wanted to cry. The beautiful center of his entire universe, his love, his home just lay there. He was still pissed but the anger washed away into overwhelming sadness and concern.

“Is she…?”

Lara shook her head, “I kept her awake. She needs water and some food though.”

He crouched down. Her eyes were glassy and when she looked up at him, there was no light whatsoever. It killed him just a little more.

“Mikasa?” he asked, softly. “Can you hear me?”

He almost didn’t hear her ‘yeah.’

It was too much so he gathered her into his arms. She was frighteningly light.

He was about to walk out but before he did, he peeked over his shoulder.

“Thank you.”

Lara nodded, giving him one of those small smiles, “Take care of her, Jaeger. But take care of yourself too.”

Whatever that meant.

He was entirely unconcerned by the looks he was given as he exited the party, Mikasa safely in his arms.

He pulled out and it was any wonder that he was able to drive because his tears clouded his vision the entire way through.

#ficlet #high school reincarnation au #eremika

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pappydaddy · 1 year ago

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y/n x james potter playlist

here is a playlist requested by this lovely anon for a romantic james potter playlist as part of my 800 follower celebration (sorry it took so long lovely)! i hope you love it, sweet anon💛!

warnings: mentions of throw up (once and it's early, it's in the first song)

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Enchanted - Taylor Swift

Meet cute of all meet cutes!! Your roommates had forced you to go to a beginning of the school year party in the Gryffindor Common Room. You were apprehensive as the first day of school is draining for an introvert (believe me, i know). All you really wanted to do was curl up and read some of your new books you picked up while back to school shopping. But, that fell on deaf ears as they forced you out, claiming you have to at least try to experience one party during your time at Hogwarts (you have managed to avoid them until now - your sixth year). As you're standing there, listening to your friends flirt horribly with some quidditch players, you find find your eyes drifting over the room, faking smiles to make it seem like your social battery wasn't so depleted. Suddenly, yours eyes lock with a warm brown pair encircled by a pair of wire glasses. They somehow manage to both be flirty and so completely innocent. Before you know it, he is crossing the room and introducing himself (obviously you knew of James Potter, just never met him). Soon, the night has melted away, you two have migrated to the empty couch, talking, flirting (somehow, you're amazed you didn't clam up, but he somehow makes you feel energized again). Now, it's two in the morning and your roommates have had unrestricted access to fire whisky. When one of your roommates stumbles up to you, you assume she is just telling you she's going to go to your room, but before her words come out, she's barfing all over you - ending the night. But, even with puke ending up in your shoes, you still had a great night and go to bed blushing and kicking your feet (and slightly embarrassed).

2. I Think He Knows - Taylor Swift

After the party, you know it. You have a crush on James Potter - one of the most popular guys at Hogwarts. And, rumour has it, he is smitten with you as well. He's seeking you out, walking you to class, carrying your books. While you hear he's just as head over heels for you as you are for him, you doubt it and assume he's just being nice. That doesn't stop you from admiring him and daydreaming about him. Even though you assume he doesn't like you back, you 100% think he knows about your crush on him. After all, it's not normal for people to stare at other people and blush so furiously. He has to know you're wondering what's under that attitude (BDE👀? - is that still a thing or am i stuck in 2018??). And no one finds them so enthralled in a person unless their boy-ish charm has them completely captivated.

3. Glad You Came - The Wanted

You get an inkling that he likes you when he invites you to an exclusive Quidditch party. Strictly invite only and only the Gryffindor team. Since he was on the team, he had to be there early to set up so he couldn't pick you up outside your common room, but you think that is better because you are a nervous wreck walking to the room of requirement. You're overthinking, worrying you are reading too far into it, worrying your social battery will run out, worrying that you will get too overwhelmed. The party world is not friendly to introverts. But once you're there, James spots you, instantly appearing at your side with a drink in his hand. He offers it to you with no pressure to drink it, you down it (the nerves). He manages never to leave your side and at this point, you're unsure who is following who like a lost puppy, but you are thankful. Time slips away again and the party has dwindled to the ones too drunk to stand. You're sitting on another couch with James, deep in a conversation. Sirius is long gone, having found a hook-up way early into the party. Remus had left shortly after, grumbling under his breath at Sirius' behaviour - you are strangely comfortable with Remus but not in the same way as you are with James. Sirius comes on too strong for your social battery but you're sure you will get used to it. James ends up asking if you wanted to stay talking or if you wanted him to walk you back to your dorm - you opt to stay and talk because spending time with him never felt draining.

4. Postcards - James Blunt

It's a beautiful fall Sunday. James seeks you out and finds you sitting under a large tree, a book open on your lap. Once he sits beside you for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's company, your book becomes long forgotten as James starts telling you a story. Making you laugh with his jokes and exaggerations, he watches as you absentmindedly fiddle with the flowers you pick from the grass, making a daisy chain. He wants to tell you right then and there and he's head over heels for you. Completely smitten. He actually wants to scream it from the roof tops, but he restrains himself because he doesn't want to throw a firework into a peaceful moment, scared he will ruin everything. So, he bites his tongue and creates a plan in his head for later as he is listening to your laugh float through the crisp air.

5. Don't Stop Me Now - Queen

Would it be a James Potter playlist if Queen isn't on it? No. I see this as the first quidditch games he plays with you watching. He's playing the best he's ever played. He's cocky. He's having a good time, even goofing off a little for you as he waits to spot the snitch. He obviously ends up winning. Also, this song just fits him and his attitude so well. Also, his grand plan was to sneak a note into the book you were reading confessing his feelings so he was feeling pretty good about himself that you showed up to the game.

6. Campus - Vampire Weekend

Okay, James Potter is arrogance and confidence, but let's not pretend he doesn't get nervous because you make him nervous. When he sees you walking on campus, he gets all flustered and nervous and he starts sweating and he doesn't know what to do and this is what his brain sounds like (going 100 miles a minute). I picture him one day walking along the corridor and his eyes spot you. You've got your head stuffed in your textbook. It had been a few weeks since he planted the note in your book and you have yet to say anything about it to him. So his confidence is shaken. He doesn't know that you've been so swamped with school work that you had no time to read it meaning you haven't even seen the note. His brain is malfunctioning, he is too busy looking at you, internally freaking out that his body is on auto pilot and knows he needs to turn down another corridor but he also wants to escape you and he has to walk past you to get to the corridor he needs. So, in his panic, he ends up running face first into a solid wooden door when he tried to escape into the broom closet. Luckily, you had a potions test next class and was too busy and zoned out to notice anything. (We love and hate a miscommunication trope).

7. You Belong with Me - Taylor Swift

Miscommunication trope continued and on max speed! Your workload is lifting a little and you're now noticing things around you. Most importantly, you are noticing how little time James has been around you. Of course, you noticed while you were busy, you would go to say something to him because you were so used to just having him there, but he won't be sitting beside you. But now that you don't have fifty million tests and essays to do, you realize how absent he was. You also notice him hanging around with Lily Evans a lot more. A pang of sadness mixed with jealousy hits your heart and you're seeing green and red. But, you don't do anything. You just watch and you can't help but to compare how she acts around him to the dynamic between the two of you. Sure, they have a good banter, but she usually ends up angry and storming off (usually with James covering in food or sporting a new red mark on his cheek). Their interactions never looked effortless like when you guys are interacting. Not only that, but Lily doesn't seem to understand James, not like you. Whenever James is upset, he's avoiding her. When he was upset, he would always find you, sneaking into the Ravenclaw dorm and waking you. You guys were slipping out for late night adventures, or just talking in the dark common room.

Additionally, you guys were always going on adventures. Sneaking out to Hogsmeade or sneaking into the Black Lake for night swims. You guys would team up to prank Remus (and more recently Sirius after you got comfortable with him), and his other roommates. But also you guys would sneak out just to lay under the stars and talk. Or you guys would blow off studying to try out a new hobby or for James to attempt to paint.

But now he was hanging around with Lily and he obviously could not see that he belongs with you.

8. Dog Days are Over - Florence + The Machine

(Specifically for the feel of the song not necessarily the words) Okay, this is when the miscommunication comes to a peak here. Since meeting Remus, you considered him a friend of yours outside of James. So, one day when you were really upset about James hanging around with Lily, you had confided in him. Crying on his shoulder about how you didn't understand why James forgot about you and just started to hang out with her like you were nothing. You never intended for Remus to tell James anything. It was just things were piling up, stress was resting heavy on your shoulders, and you were hurt. So, fired up and angry, Remus had left you at the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room and sought out his idiot friend. Finding him out by the lake, tossing rocks into it with Sirius and Lily, he didn't wait a second before tearing a strip off him. "What is your issue, Potter?" Remus yelled, getting into James' face. The tanned boy stumbled back, brown eyes wide in shock and confusion. Sirius dropped the rock he held, taking a step towards his friends to break them up but Remus held up a hand to stop him (and threw him a rather scary look). "W-what?" James asked, his voice shaking as much as he was. He looked like a scared mess right now. His tie loosened, the top buttons of his button down unbuttoned. "What kind of an idiot are you? Completely ignoring Y/N as if she was a fling? As if she was gum on the bottom of your shoe? Something you picked up one day, kept, and then just scraped off?" Remus was mad. Red was quickly filling his face. Jame just got more confused, his dark eyebrows knitting together. "Uh-" "Uh" Remus mocked him. "Wipe that stupid look off your face, you know exactly what you did-" "She was the one who ignored me! I assumed she read my letter and didn't feel the same way since she never mentioned it, so I stopped trying." "Letter? What letter?" Remus asked, his voice suddenly normal again. "What letter? The letter I left in her book months ago! The letter confessing my feelings for her," He spoke as if Remus should know about the letter. James' eyes narrowed. "What? Are you about to tell me she didn't get the letter I spilled all my sappy feelings into?" "She didn't get a letter, James," Remus told him. "She thinks you just randomly stopped talking to her-" "No, I left her a letter in the book she always carries around-" "She hasn't read that book in at least four months because she was too busy with school work! Then, she lost it two weeks ago in the Great Hall before she could start reading again," Remus yelled out again. James' face dropped, his skin turning pale. "Why the bloody hell would you write a letter and stuff it in her book instead of just talking to her? You bloody idiot!" "She didn't get my letter-" James was stunned - looking like a deer in headlights (ha - get it?) before he looked up at Remus with wide eyes. "She didn't get my letter," He exclaimed, panic on his face. "I need to find her!" He yelled, his feet already starting to walk up the hill. Gradually, his pace picked up until he had broken out into a full on sprint by the time he reached the top of the hill.

9. Talk Too Much - COIN / 10. Everybody Talks

(These kinda go hand in hand with this situation right here) After running all over the damn castle, James finally found you walking along one of the darker corridors, seeking out some silence in your own company. You knew people usually didn't travel through the back corridors, but you had failed to remember that James Potter does not usually go with the status quo. He gently grabs your arm as he finally reaches you. You get scared since you didn't hear him running up behind you, having had your walkman playing. You let out a scream before you realize it's just him. He doesn't even give you time before he's launching into his rant. He's explaining everything to you, he's begging you to give him another chance, he is pleading with you. And he's talking so much and so fast. He's sweating, his shirt and hair are even more messed up than normal. He's listing all his faults and flaws and you've just been standing there, shocked and not able to get a word in edge-wise. He is literally on his knees in front of you in this dark corridor, begging for you to forgive him. "You talk too much, Potter." You cut him off. He's managed to take only five minutes to cover a ten minute rant. His rant stopped, looking up at you, his eyes wide and fearful until he sees the sparkle in yours matched with the little smirk on your lips. A split second. That's what it took for him to flip the situation around and to bounce back. Now, he's got that crooked smirk on his lips that makes you weak in the knees. And Rowena, it is ten times worse when he's on his knees in front of you, looking up at you through his thick eyelashes and rimmed glasses. "Then kiss me and shut me up, Love." Next thing you know, you guys are a mess. A clash of lips and some teeth as James springs up and you're now pressed against the cold wall. Soon, lips are aching but neither of you care. Hands are roaming, tongues are cramping and clashing.

11. I Can See You - Taylor Swift

Okay, so as much as you are obsessed with James and his lips (and his body but we won't get into that), you had noticed some Professors reacting badly to your new (what they assume to be friendship) and one of those Professors holds your career after Hogwarts in their hands. So, you two have to stay a secret (aside from Remus and Sirius) until the letter that Professor is writing has been sent. It had been the rest of their sixth year and two months into their seventh already. You guys are sneaking around, but you both want more. You both want a public relationship, but you are both enjoying the thrill of sneaking around still.

12. Can't Take My Eyes off You - Frankie Valli

This is pretty self explanatory, but let me set the scene for you anyway. We are talking Patrick Verona level of performance (10 Things I Hate About You). The letter has been sent. You two are free from the curse of secrecy. You want to just sag-way right into being public, but it's James Potter we are talking about. This man needs to make a big deal out of this. So, after a Quidditch win, him, Sirius, and Remus all pull off the plan they had been working on for so long. And it's an instant hit (especially with you because you could not take your eyes off him and you felt like you were the only two even though the stands were packed).

13. Softly - Clario

You guys are still a new couple and you're both feeling it out. Seeing what is too little, too much, or just right at this stage of your relationship. Not only do you guys have your moments where you're wild, young, and free, but there are times where you guys are so domestic and blissful in the peace of each other. It's Christmas and you both managed to convince your families to let you stay over the holidays. The dorms are empty (especially yours since Sirius is in James'). One night, James is laying in your bed with you after sneaking in. It's soft, it's quiet as you guys are cuddling. James is wondering if he needs to go or if you want him to stay, but he's nervous to ask. He knows that he should probably go, but he really wants to stay. Instead of talking, he starts to move, as if he was leaving. Your arms wrap around him tighter, making him stop. A mumbled "no, stay" leaves your lips and he is instantly settled around. He's surrounding you with his arms and legs, attacking your face in kisses, making you giggle. Sleep is long forgotten as his lips land on yours, the kiss starting soft but quickly picking up into a soft, loving make out.

14. Line Without a Hook - Ricky Montgomery

(So Harry Potter coded) There isn't much to say about this one. He's down-bad for you. He is completely in love with you. You have him wrapped around your pinky finger. Definition of walk him like a dog.

15. Fearless - Taylor Swift

Very self explanatory. James is this song. This song is written for James Potter.

16. Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) - Edison Lighthouse

Ultimate love song. This beat, this concept. This is how James feels whenever he looks at you. He is so in love with you it's insane. He would 100% sing this to you in public or private.

17. Hey Lover! - Wabie

Again, this song just really fits the vibe of your relationship. There isn't a reason per se, just fits.

18. Stay Stay Stay - Taylor Swift

Okay, James can be immature. Fight can explode into worse fights. As much as you love him, he can frustrate you. But even after your fights, he finds away to make you laugh and fix it all. Besides, fights are rare and the good fair outweighs that tiny little flaw.

19. Timeless - Taylor Swift

This is also self explanatory. I am sucker for soulmate concepts and AUs. No matter when you met him, no matter what happened, not matter what point of history you guys are in, no matter what - you guys would have ended up together and you fully believe that.

20. Somewhere Only We Know - Darren Criss

(The glee version is better) It's your last day at Hogwarts. Tomorrow, you guys leave for the last time. Emotions are high even though you never plan to lose contact. Heck, you and James are moving in together, but it's such a big change. After dinner, he's whispering in your ear to follow him. Hand-in-hand, you guys are running through the corridors like you did when you first started dating. His palm is sweaty, his he sweaty and nervous, but you are trying not to over think and enjoy the moment. When you gets to the Quidditch Pitch, moonlight is raining down on you, but also candlelight. Sirius and Remus (somehow managed to get here before you) are up in the booth, lighting each candle up with their wands before playing music through the microphone. You're distracted by looking at everything that you don't notice him on his knee. Once you do notice, the wind is knocked out of you. James is so nervous, looking at you with wide eyes, holding an antique ring in his hand. "It's not an engagement ring, just a promise ring - I know how you feel about getting engaged so soon." You guys had talked about it one night early in your relationship. You had said you wanted to be together for at least three years before getting engaged. Then you wanted to be engaged for a year before getting married. You claimed you wanted to just enjoy each stage without rushing through anything. His long, drawn out (rambling) speech took forever, but was also cut in half by how fast he was talking. "You talk too much, Potter." You laugh, knowing he wants you to cut him off. That damn smirk is back. "Then kiss me and shut me up, Love."

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hannahssimblr · 8 months ago

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Chapter Twenty-Two

I wake up from a nightmare certain that I am dying. There is a rancid taste in my mouth, and before I even open my eyes, the light through my eyelids is too much, too harsh. I open them just a little bit and feel like I’ve been whacked over the head by the floral pattern on the curtains. The bedclothes are far too hot and I feel restricted by them like they’re a pit of snakes that has coiled around all of my limbs, but as soon as I’ve freed myself my stomach lurches. I scramble out of the box room and dash across the landing to the bathroom where I clutch onto the toilet dry heaving but nothing is coming up. I am certain I’ve never felt worse in my life. I lay my cheek on the cold tile of the floor and don’t spare a thought to how disgusting it is to do this. The coolness feels so good against my skin. I must lie there for twenty minutes.

“…and what else? Oh, okay, well I never knew that, that’s actually interesting…” Jude’s voice drifts across the landing. He’s on the phone, probably with Jen because he calls her every day to catch up now that she’s recovering at home with Michelle’s family, and usually I find his voice quite soothing, but now, even through the walls of this bathroom it’s far too loud, searing right through my brain as my head throbs more aggressively than it ever has. I squeeze my eyes closed and let out a pitiful groan. Footsteps approach the door and he knocks so loudly that I feel like my eyeballs will rattle back into my skull. “Evie?”

I groan again.

“Sorry, Jen, I have to go. I’ll call you back later maybe? Yeah. Okay, take care,” Another knock, “Do you mind if I come in?”

I use all my strength to drag myself up until I’m at least sitting on the floor, my head supported by the wall behind me. “Yes,” I manage. He opens the door.

“I’m sick,” I announce, “I think I’m going to throw up soon. Eventually.”

“I don’t think so, love,” He gets down on his haunches beside me, “You already puked up the entire contents of your stomach last night, I doubt there’s anything left.”

“I did?”

“You don’t remember?”

I shake my head which makes it feel like my brain is banging around inside my skull. I wince and clutch my forehead, “No, I don’t remember anything.”

“Claire called Shane last night at like three AM, both of you were plastered in a club in Paphos and didn’t know where to go to get a taxi home. He went out and got you himself.”

Little pieces of the night start coming back to me in flashes. The wine event in the vineyard, downing all of my glasses and then what was left of Claire’s. Us dancing around to arabic music in the back of a taxi, shots at the bar, begging the DJ to play Cotton Eye Joe “because it’s funny”, trying to climb onto a table and getting pulled back down by the staff, coloured lights in my eyes and then… nothing. “Christ, I was really drunk,” I say.

“Yes,” Jude says, “You came into my room when you got home, threw a little bag of peach rings at me and said ‘chow down, pretty boy.’”

“Oh, Lord.”

“Then I thought I’d try and put you to bed but you rushed into the toilet and spent a couple of hours throwing up everything.”

“Did you stay with me?”

“Yeah I did.”

The dry little sob that escapes me is pathetic, “That was so nice of you, and I don’t even remember it. I’m so sorry. I bet I was so annoying, I’m the worst drunk, honestly, I get insufferable, I know-”

“Evie, no, you weren’t at all. You were fine, actually, I found you funny.” He takes out his phone and taps around on it for a moment, “You also drunk texted me for the first time, which was a bit of a thrill.”

“What did I say?”

He flips the screen to show me a selfie I took in the nightclub toilets, camera held above my head at a ridiculous angle, pointing right down my top to where I’m shoving my boobs together and making a stupid kissy face. I’ve captioned it ‘Do u like me?’ I catch a glimpse of Jude’s response: ‘No’.

“You said no?”

“Yeah I thought it’d be a fun joke, ” he shoves the phone back into his pocket and hooks an arm around my back to haul me off the floor. “Come on, I think you’d be better off back in bed for now.”

“What time is it?”

“Around eleven”

“AM?”

He chuckles, “Of course.” I go almost completely limp and don’t help him at all, but he’s bigger than I am, I know he can manage me. He lifts me easily and tries to get me to walk back to bed, but I feel extra sorry for myself at this moment, sorry enough to ask “Can you carry me?” in my best pathetic voice and he gives me a look like he thinks I’m being cheeky, but without protest he scoops me up into his arms. I bury my face in his neck and grab the opportunity to take a not-so-subtle inhale. He always smells so good and today is no different. Soapy, fresh, clean like a sober morning.

“Are you sniffing me?”

I sob, “I’m dying.”

“You’re just hungover.”

“Can I stay with you?”

“Your bed is a little small for two.”

“In your room then.”

“If you like.” He takes me inside, his suitcase open on the floor with clothes all around it and the bed unmade, crinkled pale blue sheets. He places me down upon them and then draws the curtains across the windows while I snuggle up into his pillows and whimper self-pityingly. Then he comes over and strokes my hair which I wish he wouldn’t because it is greasy and knotted at the back of my head.

“I’m disgusting,” I say acidly.

“Yes, Evie,” He drawls with a huge eye roll, “You’re foul, how could you get drunk? I’m so put off by you now.”

“I haven’t been this hungover in years.”

“We’ve all been there, you’ll be fine, I just think you should try and hit the reset button by getting back to sleep for a while. I’ll get you some water and maybe some toast?” At the mention of water I suddenly feel like I’ve been traversing the barren Sahara without a drop of it for days. My whole mouth and throat feels as cracked and dusty as a desert floor.

“Yes, water,” I gasp, and Jude thinks I’m doing a bit instead of being serious, which I can’t blame him for, but I still get annoyed when he imitates me by clutching at his throat and pretending to die. He heads to the kitchen and comes back with a glass of water, some painkillers, which I swallow with relish, and two slices of plain toast, which I don’t feel ready to eat, and then eventually I fall back asleep while he lounges around at the end of the bed looking at his phone until I wake up again and feel slightly less like passing away.

“I think I should brush my teeth,” is the first thing I utter, “My breath is awful,”

“Good idea,” he says, and I try not to be offended by the fact that he didn’t disagree, but all is forgiven as soon as he helps me off the bed and towards the bathroom like he’s afraid my legs will give out underneath me, and even squeezes a dollop of toothpaste onto my toothbrush, which he definitely didn’t need to, because I’m not that bad.

“You’re being very sweet,” I say through a mouthful of minty foam.

“I know, it’s weird but you bring it out in me. See, usually I’m horrible.”

“Says the man who feeds stray cats outside his apartment. I think that you like pathetic creatures.”

“That must be it,” He goes over to turn the shower on for me, and when I protest, he insists that I’ll feel better when I’m clean, which, once again, is true, because once I’ve scrubbed last night and this morning from my body and hair I almost feel myself again. When I have dressed myself in a vest and shorts and pulled my damp hair into a knot at the top of my head, I cross the landing back towards Jude’s room and realise that the house is completely silent save for the dim sounds of the Vines he is watching inside. I push through the door.

“Where are Claire and Shane?”

“They’ve gone to the Adonis Baths.”

I gasp with betrayal. “But we were all supposed to go together.”

“I know, but you weren’t well enough,” He idly pats the bed next to him and I sit down, “You and I can go tomorrow if you’d like.”

“Did they ask you to come with them?”

“Yeah of course.”

“And you said…”

He glances at me, “I said no, I didn’t want to leave you alone when you were sick,” The corner of his mouth ticks up “It’d be a bit shit to sneak away while you were sleeping and have you wake up to an empty house, wouldn’t it?” For some reason this makes me feel like I might start crying. “Eat your toast,” Jude says, and I scramble up the bed to retrieve it, cold now, from the bedside table, and take a small cautionary bite from the corner of one slice. “Isn’t Claire hungover too?” I wonder.

Jude pauses, his finger hovering over the video he’s looking at before swiping to the next. “No,” He says carefully, “She wasn’t quite as drunk as you were, but obviously that’s okay, it must have just hit you harder for some reason.”

“I’m fairly sure I just went bananas and drank everything in sight because I’m a lunatic, but thanks for trying to make me feel better.” I take another bite of brittle toast, “God, I wish I had, like, a fry-up or something.”

“Yeah? I can cycle to the shops and get you something.”

“No, please, don’t. I’ll be fine, don’t go out of your way for me.”

“If there’s something that’ll make you better…”

It would, but I can’t bear the thought of sending him on a forty minute round trip just to buy some rashers and eggs, mainly because I don’t want him to put himself out on my behalf, but a little part of me really doesn’t want him to leave my side. I insist that he not go, and then we lapse into silence for a while, and he keeps watching videos, and I look at my own phone, ignoring a message from my mother about something she read in the Tullamore Tribune, as if it’s at all relevant to me, and slyly open my message thread with Jude, just so that I can wallow silently in the shame of my drunk messages to him.

There are more than just one photo, there’s four, just three of them are completely blurry as though I dropped my phone mid selfie. One of them is distinctly the bowl of a sink, droplets of water on ceramic and a bit of my hand in the corner, with a message underneath that’s completely incomprehensible, except for the word ‘baby’. I suddenly have a new thought that makes me become very still. The phone screen fades to black in my hand.

“Jude?”

“Yes?”

“Did anything happen last night when I came home?”

“I mean, like I said, you burst in here and threw those sweets at me before vomming in the toilet.”

“Yeah, but anything else?”

He frowns, “Um, you went to bed, I suppose?”

“Alright.”

“What are you asking?”

I clear my throat, “Well, no, nothing, like… just in case, you know…” He stares at me for ages, and I start to regret saying a thing. “…did we do anything?”

“When you were drunk?” He says. “Are you asking me if I… if we-”

“Yeah, it’s just because-”

He recoils, “No, Evie, Jesus Christ, of course not.”

I say, “Never mind, it’s not a big deal.”

“Why would that even come into your head?”

I am looking at my phone now, not at anything in particular, just opening apps and closing them again while his eyes are on me with such razor focus that they might as well be searing holes into my skin. “No big deal,” I repeat, “Just wondering,” I don’t understand why he’s acting so shocked. It’s a normal question as far as I’m concerned.

“I wouldn’t do anything with a drunk girl, that’d be insane. Do you really think that I would?”

“Well, no, but I don’t know, maybe I came in last night and tried to have my way with you or something, it’s whatever. I just know that I can be a bit more flirtatious when I’m drunk, that’s all. Clearly it was a stupid question, so just forget that I asked it.”

There’s a long pause, and I can tell he wants to say something else, but I try to stay very focussed on what I’m doing so that he doesn’t have a window of opportunity to do so. Eventually the atmosphere fades into something much more benign, and we both lodge pillows beneath our heads and tangle our legs together, and he reaches over his head to whip the curtains open wide to let in the light, and we forget that I said anything at all.

Jude has The Prince of Tides on his bedside table, a corner folded on a page about halfway through, and I read a few paragraphs just to read what he’s been reading, and then skip back to the start to read it for myself. It’s nice being like this, in the silence of this house, completely alone for a rare afternoon with nobody else around, no housemates, no siblings pottering around in other rooms, just us and the birds outside the window, the distant roar of the waves.

“Do you think we should make the most of the day?” I ask Jude eventually, “I feel a bit like I’m trapping you inside when you could be doing something more interesting, especially since you spent yesterday inside too with your thesis, and… did you finish it?”

He smiles, “Yeah it’s done, thank God. You can read it if you like but I promise you that it’s boring.”

“Hmm… maybe later.”

“If you’re in the mood for going outside then yeah, I’d be up for it. You want fresh air?”

“Mm,” I say. “Fresh air, to stretch my legs, maybe just see something on the island that I haven’t seen yet.”

“There’s a vineyard at the top of the hill over there if you feel like trying out some fancy wines,” He teases, and laughs at me when I wince, “I’m joking. How about we get the bikes and go exploring.”

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Sam was so happy the two of them had switched to Post-Halloween dinner debriefs following last year’s spectacular breakfast one. The only spectacular thing about it being the hangovers the two of them had the morning after Sugar’s party. It’d honestly been a miracle that the two of them had gotten out of bed, let alone how they managed to eat anything. This morning was no different. It took Sam about five tries to get out of bed and then shower, eating not much more than a bagel for breakfast until his stomach settled and he could eat a bigger lunch. He was at least glad to know from his roommates that he hadn’t puked at all.

Still, it had been a slow start to his day, which he didn’t mind too much. He’d even had coffee, but was still not completely sure he wasn’t still drunk. He was waiting on his best friend now at one of the booths at Breadstix. He hadn’t ordered yet, but thankfully one of the waitresses had brought him some water, which he was currently sipping from. He glanced at his watch, surprised to see how early he’d gotten here.

Drumming his fingers along the tabletop, he glanced toward the door and grinned when he saw Blaine enter. He waved him over and before he could greet him, the waitress was back and setting a plate of food in front of him. Sam opened his mouth to protest, he hadn’t even ordered yet, but the woman spoke up first. “It’s from that guy over there, he said it was for a White Chocolate?” Instantly, he stilled and was almost afraid of what he would find when he looked toward wherever she had pointed.

He wasn’t sure what he expected, but it definitely wasn’t seeing him. Sam somehow managed to turn even stiller, blinking slowly and then rubbing at his eyes as if it would make the man smirking at him disappear. Without taking his eyes off of him because maybe then he would disappear, he kicked Blaine under the table. “Blaine… I need you to turn around. Don’t! Don’t make it obvious!” He whisper-shouted, still not glancing away from the other. “But I need you to do it and I need to know if you see him too. That dude like… five booths down on the left.”

He really wasn’t sure if he wanted him to be real or not. Wasn’t sure if it was hope blooming in his chest or fear causing it to beat double time. It couldn’t be, could it? Then again, maybe the man was simply back visiting his family again. But why was he here? Why was he here and… Sam glanced down at the plate of food and swallowed before quickly looking back up at Clint. Why was he here and ordering his favorite Breadstix dish for him?

He wondered if he could send it back? Was that rude? Hopefully not for the wait staff, if it was rude to Clint, good. But he didn’t want the dish to go to waste, especially when he’d already planned on ordering it when Blaine showed up. “Please tell me it’s just my imagination, this can’t be happening right now…”

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racingtoaredlight · 2 years ago

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Playing “Naked”

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I feel there’s this misconception by laymen that jazz musicians are just playing complete nonsense that has no point, structure or coherence. And in a lot of cases that’s true.

Think of jazz as finance.

Both are hugely reaching terms that cover a lot of ground, and are kind of hard to define in a singular “this is it” term. They also share a lot of high-level intellectual stuff that can be off-putting, and purveyors of these industries (lol at calling jazz an industry) have little problem tossing around concepts that seem very complex and difficult to grasp. Which makes them playgrounds for bullshit artists and conmen.

Conmen like John Scofield, for example.

When you take away all the surrounding noise, all the help from bandmates or clever arrangements. When you take away tools and leave a musician with just their hands and mind...that’s playing naked. Watch the video at the top.

Then watch this...

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It doesn’t blow my mind to see shcucksters playing solo gigs with two amps (mic’d and including a gigantic wedge monitor for some reason...) and two pedal boards, one reserved for looping yourself. It doesn’t blow my mind because these guys are everywhere...go to some rib burn off or some county fair and I guarantee you see some dude with an acoustic, a mic, and a quarter mile of pedals at his feet.

There ain’t shit “naked” about this. Well, there kinda is...because his aimless melodies are more exposed than they typically are.

And I’ll admit, there’s some decent stuff going on here at first...almost like he’s restrained...oh wait, nope. Go to the 3:00 mark and watch him vomit all over himself. Listen for at least 30 seconds.

When you play “naked,” it can be intimidating because all those things that help fill up space...bass, drums, piano and horns...are gone. Some guys fill this up with parlor tricks like slapping your guitar and making all this percussive bullshit...which is lame as fuck.

But, again to the video at the top...there are no parlor tricks here. No loopers or giant pedal boards. Sure, there’s a drummer, but his job here is to follow and mimic exactly what Metheny does. There’s no support here for Metheny...he’s just got his hands and mind.

And what he does with it is incredible. Compare what he’s doing melodically to what Scofield is attempting to do with great difficulty...those melodies are clear and defined, they’re coherent and each one blends into the other cohesively. You can tell where he is in the harmony...even though there isn’t harmony there. You can tell because his melody is so clearly defining it, which is what a musician is supposed to do, instead of just puke all over the floor and charge people to watch.

Seriously, that Scofield video pisses me off. Why not just call it “I’m too cheap to hire a band, but I have a bloated lifestyle to maintain?”

The master of playing “naked” is my idol, Joe Pass. You listen to him...yea, he’s fucking with the harmony and stretching sections out...but you know exactly where he is in the song, you can hear the melody in your head, and...if you catch yourself tapping your foot...you’ll likely match up with him during one of the many cuts where they cut from his Tommy Bahama shirt to show him tapping his old man walking shoes. The man had groove.

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The whole point is this...

If you’re going to be naked in public, you might as well invite the audience along with you. Otherwise you’re just some weirdo making dumb sounds until the cops show up.

I’ve found a nice niche playing solo guitar in this vein and have probably done 15-20 gigs like this now since last October. It was nerve-wracking at first, let me tell you. Just standing there like some jamoke...and that’s before you play a note.

But once you get used to it, it’s a fucking blast. People seem to like this shit more, and get more into it, than when I was playing rock gigs blasting ear drums out for drunk people. Again tho...that’s only if you’re inviting them along to join in enjoying the music.

Because good god, I’d never get hired again if I showed up and did shit like Scofield in that video above. The only thing keeping the crowd there is the fact that they paid, and if they walked out, they know they’d be wasting their money. Because everything he’s playing is metaphorically no different than him standing on a stage with his dick hanging out while giving two blazing middle fingers to the audience.

It’s not hard...ok let me amend this...it’s incredibly hard to learn how to play melody that clearly outlines the harmony while still sounding interesting, and it’s even harder to add in chords and basslines at the same time. THAT SAID...if you wanna play “naked,” and play “naked” well, this is what you gotta do.

Otherwise the audience will be even more lost than they were with bass, drums and piano. And also, if you don’t, people will start to think all jazz musicians are conmen like Scofield.

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casperatu · 1 month ago

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21 and 22 for Casper?

21. what is her predator type? OOH this one is a currently unraveling situation because of how our first chronicle played out! when i initially made casper i set her to a much higher generation so she was able to pick the bagger type. she exclusively drank her special “capri suns” that frank, her ghoul, was responsible for making, only once eating from a live person and even that was really only to get drunk. come to find by the end of the game that her sire is a much higher generation than anyone realized, and she literally could not have been drinking that blood at her level of potency. retooling her between games i ended up setting her as more naturally inclined to the alleycat type. at least her beast is, anyway.

when she was turned her beast was incredibly powerful. she had almost no control of herself for the first few weeks of her new life, and she was helpless to stop this thing inside her that was basically binge eating its way through creation. a dangerous number of hitchhikers and truckers were starting to need spiriting off the alaskan backroads — with none of them making it back out again. masquerade was getting dicey, but thankfully her handlers found that she was much more in control of herself after having some of her sire’s blood. once that got out, it was demanded to continue for everyone’s safety.

maddox wasn’t interested in some mindless bloodbound slave for a childe though. even early on he thought better of her than that. the capri suns were proposed as the next best alternative, at least until she could come out of her post-embrace transformation and gain more control over herself. each of them contains a trace of maddox’s blood, diluted by (Tremere Bullshit) to a precise point where it can have the hunger-slaking effect without altering her mind. she was never informed of any of this. she always thought her blood was just that.

this is an imminent issue because she was only able to grab so many from her reserves when her coterie escaped joy noel, but she’s also getting wise to something being off with her juice. when she was offered a regular bag she ended up puking it up all over some nice anarch’s rug. her body just rejected it, like that time her ventrue friend tried to eat an old lady at a bar once. then when she let a starved kindred have one of her’s they said there was something else to it, something extra delicious. she doesn’t quite have her finger on it yet, but Soon. who even knows if she’ll actually be more ready to deal with the beast after 15+ years of training wheels? :^)

22. her thoughts on other predator types? i mean, her sire *and* her best friend (ryu the ventrue mentioned above) are both chronic diablerists, so she has very little room to judge people’s eating habits. i think of all things she’d probably be most grossed out by farmer types. she’s always been a. animal lover, and what did the poor babies do to deserve to be fed on?

#casper #auaugh sorry of the giga-yap but oh boy i do love making a vampire grapple with the fact they’re a Fucking Creature

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wrathlead · 4 years ago

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It be like that sometimes

#;ooc #ooc #this is basically izou today #he is the new king kong and nothing can stop him #at least; until he gets drunk again to the point of puking it all out but---#we dont talk about that #i blurred you in case u didnt wanna get shown shhhh #IM SORRY HE JUST WOKE UP FEELING FERAL #tbe #;mobile #mobile #i realized i should have posted the gorilla meme as well #that meme is too much

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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years ago

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Use The Zipties

Summary: walter married a ninja. Apparently.

Warning: fluff, cute, drunk!reader, humour, swearing

A/n: just a sweet drabble i finished a few days ago and forgot to post.

"Fuck thank you for calling me and not the station i appreciat it. I got here as fast as i could where is she?" Walter cursed as he climbed out of his car and crossed the space to his officer freind who'd called him to pick up his drunk wife whod wandered away from your freinds hen night party and threatened 'to throw hands with a racoon' because it stole your fries when you fell over.

"Yeah about that" his colleague hummed scratching his head loking into his empty patrol car unsure where his charge had gone.

"What? Whats wrong?" Walter asked with an exasperated frown, already guessing what has happened.

"Well she was right here... and now she isnt" the other man exclaimed still at a loss for how a drunk five foot fuck all woman had evaded him so quickly.

"She- what the fuck? How?" Walter peered into the car there wasnt a trace of you there. He grumbled, he'd hoped he could come and pick you up and take you home without much of a fuss.

"Your wife is tricky walt- a littl fucking ninja spider monkey! She was in the back of the car all buckled in and cuffed and said she was gonna upchuck so i opened the window for her to spew outside the car, she asked for some water but it was in the trunk do i got out and got a bottle of water and she was gone!" The officer explained just as confused at walter was. You were litterally nowhere! There was nowhere to hide where the officer wouldnt have spotted you running.

"Oh jesus. What cuffs did you use?" Walter stopped in his tracks already guessing what had happened.

"The normal ones" the other man frowned like it was obvious.

"That'd be why. Our normal cuffs dont do shit she has abnormaly thin wrists and tiny hands, she slips out of them easily and then probably popped her hand out of the window to leg it, i doubt she needed to throw up" walter said with a chuckle. Despite being worried it was amusing to know even when your drunk enough to fight a racoon you could still outsmart the police force and escape.

"Oh so she played me? Whoa wait what how'd you know about the cuffs you ever arrested her?" Walter froze at that and quickly brushed it off not wanting anyone to think he'd married a criminal.

"What? no of course not- i mean... yes, yes i have?" His tune quickly changed when he realised the only other way he could know about his wife escaping cuffs. It wanst like it never happened he'd bet all officers used their cuffs on their wives at least once. But that dudnt mean he wanted to let everyone know.

"Mhmm i bet you kinky fucker" the younger officer chuckled knowingly making walter sigh

"Just- if you see her again please wrangle her into zipties? Please? And not alone! I taught her how to get out of them too incase of hostage situations" walter cringed now realising hos self defence,lessons may have been a bad idea. He'd giving you the knowledge to evade the police. You could probably rob a bloody bank!

"... so you taught your wife how to escape being detained?" The other officer laughed out loud finding it hilarious that walters saftey lessons were biting him in the ass. The detective just couldnt catch a break.

"It was a good idea at the time okay? Besides how was i supposed to know she'd remember this shit drunk" walter grimanced with a huff. This wasnt how tongith was supposed to go. He was meant to be at home having a take out watching movies untill you came home and needed help getting to bed or holding your hair back as you puked in the toilet swearing 'im never drinking again' before passing out and being carried to bed.

"Good point. I will look out for her, i doubt she got far though she really was drunk" the other man offered trying to make walter feel better, he could see tne detective was worried, and who wouldnt it was his wife after all.

"Youd be surprized shes a sneaky drunk. On our honey moon she got drunk and managed to steal someones paddle board she needed the authorities to bring her back to shore, apparently she was following a turtle." Walter said digging in jos pocket for his phone. The other man laughed you sounded like a handfull. A fun handfull, but a handfull nonetheless.

"I'll phone her again" walter grunted dialing his wives nu,ber and paused as 'woop woop dats that sound of da police! Woop woop dats the sound of da beast!' Came from the tree above the police officers.

"OH FUUUUUCK!" Walter looked up cocking a brow smirking seeing his cute drunk wife wrapped around the tree branches above them trying to stop her phone from ringing only for it to slip from her hands. Luckily walter managed to catch it as it fell directly to him.

"What'd i tell you? Shes a fucking ninja!" Walter didnt laigh along with his colleague just patted him on the back in thanks.

"No shit, thanks for the help i'll handle it from here" he uttered and stepped up under the tree waving your phone at you threateningly.

"You stay right there woman!- how the hell'd you even get up there? Hold on let me pull the car under and help you down" he scoffed moving to his own car to pull it under you as you pouted in the tree whining you didnt want to come down.

"Well your coming down or do i need to get sy and his fire department down here? You think he'll let it go that he had to fireman's carry your drunk ass out of a tree like a stuck cat?" Walter grunted after parking the car below before getting 9ut and climbing on the roof rescuing you.

"No.." you huffed and began loosening your grip on the bark.

"Well then come on down we get" he chuckled helpign you down and sat you on the roof of his car before jumping down and shifting you into the passenger seat.

"... you really fought a racoon for fries?" He started once he pulled the car away from the curb and began to head home.

"Not just any fries! They were curly fries walt! Curly fries!"

#henry cavill #walter marshall x you #walter marshall x y/n #walter marshall #walter marshall fluff #crack fic #henry cavill imagine #cavillry

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yesokaythatsfine69 · 4 years ago

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Moments in-between

Description: HC's of aot characters that are all kinda madly in love with y/n, if only just in different ways. Aspects of Modern au.

Character(s): Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Marco, Sasha, Connie, Historia, Ymir, Annie, Reiner, Bertholdt, Levi, Erwin, Hanje

POV: 2nd, 3rd

Warning(s):

A/n: I know I said that I was ending my aot works but after the last episode's intense trauma I need some home groan therapy. Also please don't make fun of me for misspelling both Bertolt and Hange's names continually. Enjoy

Word Count: x

Song: lmao listen to everywhere I go by Hollywood undead.

*none of the gifs used are mine, full credit goes to the maker.

Y/n invites the AOT gang to a party.

You looked around for your friends, having foolish lost track of the chaotic group after you paused to hang your coat up. You warned them all to remain close, these college parties tended to get a little wild for your liking, but of course, they were all too stubborn.

"Hey you! I already said that we weren't playing Lady Gaga here!" Your ears prickled, and you turned, seeing Hanje at the DJ's box. You quirked a brow but made a mental note of where she was for later.

You moved on, searching for the rest of your friends. You opened the door to a bathroom, finding several girls hunched over, puking into the toilet, sink, and tub. Erwin was standing in the midst of the chaos, holding their hair as they drunkenly emptied their guts.

"Erwin? We've been here five minutes!" Erwin looked up at your newfound appearance. "Y/n! Quick, I think something in their drinks made them sick, you need to warn the other people at this party!" You met his blue eyes, "What?" He made a motion with his right hand, accidentally tugging on a girl's hair and bobbing her head. "Hey!" She squeaked before puking again. "Hurry, Y/l/n! They may not have much time left."

You rolled your eyes. "Erwin, they're drunk, not suffering from food poisoning." He looked down at the girls. "Really?" You sighed.

Later, you came upon Levi, who had been keeping a practiced eye on Hanje and other various members of your friend group. He had designated himself the designated driver of the group, which was admirable but you made sure not too drink too much either, knowing that there was no way Levi could possibly deal with all of you being wasted.

Reiner had challenged Annie to a drinking game, and was in the midst of losing miserably, whilst Bertholdt silently cleaned up the mess that Reiner and Annie created with their squashed beer cans.

You also found ymir and Historia cheerfully dancing to Poker face, and you marveled at the way the two seemed to be in their own world. You smiled, at the red that dusted ymir's cheeks and at Historia's hand on her cheek. A crash from the kitchen behind you caused you to cringe and jump slightly, before you rushed in.

Not unsurprisingly you found Connie and Sasha at the epicenter of the chaos. Neither were drunk but both were still idiots. A broken dish and what had been cheese fries was on the floor at their feet. "Hey! What'd I say about getting into their food?" You pointed threateningly at the duo. "If we do it don't get caught?" Sasha had a fry in her mouth and big eyes. "Clean this up, I'll go get Levi." "Oh, no don't get Levi!" Connie whined, waving his hands dramatically. "I'm getting him!"

Marco and Armin had found a old monopoly game and had sat down to play it in the dinning room of the house. You found it especially funny at the amount of girls the two had unwittingly attracted, who sat down to play with them.

"Y/n!" You perked up and turned, careful to not spill your drink. Jean smiled at you, his eyes the tiniest bit lidded. "Care for a dance?" You had actually been expecting this, since Jean's flirtiness doubled with the mix of alcohol. "You look hot, y/n!" He gently wrapped his hands around you as the two of you slid onto the dance floor. You laughed, enjoying Jean's wild dance moves. Finally he popped into a Russian dig, "hype me up best friend!" He called, and you whooped until he ran right into Eren.

"You drunk idiot! Hello, Y/n!" Eren glared at Jean, but smiled at you. "Look at this drink I made! It was clear but now it's brown!" Before you could respond, Jean hopped up. "y/n doesn't care about your shit drink!" You sighed as the two began arguing, which slowly developed into a tense dance battle between the two men.

Mikasa had been with Eren, you guessed most likely protectively watching over him. She watched with you, before you smirked and outstretched your hand. Mikasa took it, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

In the soft glow of a living room, you and Mikasa danced together to an old 80's tune, the rest of your friends giving elsewhere. It was a nice party.

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Y/n wears a skimpy outfit

You smiled at yourself in the mirror, tugging gently on your new top. Oftentimes you found it hard to truly appreciate your body, but the corseted top made you feel like a definite hot girl. You wore long black shoes, tight leather pants, dark jewelry. You just looked ready to step on some bitches.

You exited your room, and grabbed your purse, ready to head out with your girls. Eren was sitting on your coach, playing some video game. "Hey we'll be heading out soon so I left some numbers to order pizza for when you get hungry." You turned, digging in your purse for your keys. "Y/n, I'm not a child! I can take care of- holy shit, y/n!" You turned, Eren had dropped his controller, no longer focused on his game. "You can't go out like that! There are men out there!" You smiled and pulled out ur taser, flashing it a couple times. "I know."

Mikasa exited her room from the same hall, entering the living room. "Y/n, you look nice." You smiled and put your taser up. "thanks Mikasa!" "Wait, Mikasa you're going out too?" Eren stood up. "it's girls night out, Eren." You rolled your eyes. "but I wanna go too!" Mikasa opened her mouth but you beat her to it. "No."

The front door opened and Armin entered, his blonde hair flittering in his eyes. "Hey; Eren, Mikasa, and..." A blush erupted onto his cheeks. "Y/n!" His blues casted panicked glances around the room as if he wasn't sure he should make direct eye contact with you.

Eren pointed to his flustered friend. "See!" Again you rolled your eyes. "You look v-very nice, y/n." Armin mumbled before he sat down. "Thanks, sweetie." Armin's face reddened.

Suddenly the front door to the apartment flung open, allowing Jean, Marco, and Connie to enter. They were in the midst of conversation, laughing at a joke Connie had said. "Hey bitch-" Jean's words caught somewhere in the back of his throat as he saw you. His cheeks erupted into fire and he stopped, causing Connie and Marco to slam into him. "Hey!" Connie looked past Jean's frozen position, and smiled knowingly. "Bark, Bark, Bark! Y/n you look a sexy grim reaper!" Jean blinked as you laughed. Connie slid past Jean and made his way to the kitchen, giving the others a greeting as he did so.

Marco smiled at your outfit. "You look so pretty y/n!" Your cheeks were beginning to hurt from happiness and you wondered if you should wear this stuff more often and not just in your dreams. Jean seemed to snap out of it. "You...you...nice, y/n." He managed to get out, not right before Eren made fun of his stuttering.

Sasha exited her room, and to the delight of everyone gave a twirl in her little dress. "y/n! You look very nice!" She may or not have said whilst grabbing your boob. Historia admitted to helping you pick out the fit, and ymir made everyone thank her for her service.

"you should wear this more often, y/n. Or at least less more often." Annie nudged you from behind. You were amazed at her sauveness but also the blush that dusted the tips of her ears.

Reiner and Bertholdt came through the fire escape (because Reiner has been on a "parkour!" Kick recently. But Reiner made sure to call you hot, (effectively pissing off both Jean and Eren.) And Bertholdt simply blushed, quickly agreeing with Reiner.

Finally Hanje, Erwin, and Levi arrived, Levi bringing leftovers from his tea shop. Hanje had squealed and called you "hot!" Erwin was certain you were only wearing a bra and refused to look at you, whilst Levi couldn't take his eyes off of you, but said nothing all the same.

"Well ladies, I hope you all are ready!" Hanje smirked. "Who's riding with me?"

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Y/n gets a tattoo

"So...what do you think?" You stood in front of Hanje, Annie, and Ymir, your shirt raised to your underboob. Hanje clapped excitedly. "It looks great, y/n!" "I like the view." Annie said dryly. Ymir nodded. "yeah it's nice, just don't show Historia."

"Don't show me what?" Historia entered the living room via the kitchen. Immediately her eyes found your tattoo, and she smiled. "lovely!"

The others found the tattoo under different circumstances however.

Sasha had known first, since she went with you to get it originally, having helped you pick out the design. By that I mean, she mainly just agreed with whatever you said but helped you out none the less. Mikasa found out before you were training together, (she thought it looked cool).

Eren found out because he walked in on you in the shower. "Shit! Wait is that a tattoo!?" He would've told you he liked it had you not kicked the shit out of him and lectured him about coming over to your apartment constantly, blah, blah, blah.

Armin found out because you showed him, (and he promptly died a bit) but he also really liked it and you invited him to come get another one with you some time. Maybe, just maybe you had a weak spot for the blonde.

Jean and Connie found out because you sent Marco a snap of it, and they looked at it from over his shoulder. Connie laughed at Jean's sharp in take of breathe and Jean tackled Connie. Meanwhile as they fought in the background Marco sent you a video snap of his response.

Reiner found out via a training session, much like Mikasa. "Why, y/n I never knew what a sly devil you could be!"

Bertholdt knew because Reiner made sure to describe it to him in great detail, knowing that the tall fellow would get flustered.

Erwin was probably told at some point but forgot so anytime he sees in you in a bikini or something skimpy he gets his mind blown.

Levi found out because, you may or may not have sent him a snap (with much different intentions then the one you had sent Marco.) Levi thought it was badass, though.

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Y/n kisses the AOT gang

Yes, you had kissed each member of the gang. For any of these bitches, they could get it, let's be real.

You had given Eren forehead kisses many a time between he and you. This had been pretty random but regardless, it was something the two of you did often.

You often kissed Armin on the cheek, pinching them together whilst you smushed his face and pulled him in for hugs. Really, you loved Armin.

You kissed Jean on several occasions, partially because you weren't one to refuse an offer from an attractive man and also it was the quickest way to fluster the boy. He has the king of talking the talk but never actually walking the walk.

You give Marco and Connie platonic cheek kisses everytime you see each other. They also give you cheek kisses back. Marco also gives hugs!

You blow Reiner kisses all the time because that's exactly what your friendship is.

You give Bertholdt sweet little cheek kisses and he's always a blushing mess afterwards.

You give Erwin goodbye kisses and he always returns them.

You've made out with Levi. His tongue's been in your mouth. Yes, you kiss.

You give Hanje cheek kisses all the time. You seriously love this woman.

You've made out with Annie too. You also give her kisses on her neck just to hear her giggle.

You and ymir don't usually kiss, but you and Historia kiss each other's cheek.

You've kissed Sasha smack on the lips before, and you two cuddle all da time.

You give Mikasa forehead kisses because touch isn't necessarily her love language but you know when she needs it.

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Y/n gets into a fight

You don't get in trouble, like ever. You're reliable, kind, level headed. However sometimes you come across a Titan of an issue and need your friends to rally behind you.

Historia will get into an argument for you, but she isn't scary at all, nor is she very powerful when it comes to muscle might.

Mikasa will kill a bitch for you. Straight up. She may not always show it outright but she loves you.

Ymir would video tape the ass whooping of whoever dares to cross you until they tried to come after Historia. Then she's seeing red.

Annie would laugh at whoever is trying to fight you. She won't step into the fray directly until you need her though, she trusts you do take care of it.

Eren doesn't care if they haven't even thrown a punch if they even say a damn thing that he doesn't feel you deserve he will start the fight. He has no self control. He's an aries.

Jean will also fight for you. He'd be a hundred percent more levelheaded about the problem but he won't let you take shit.

Connie will at first be confused and then pull his signature "bruh" face. He'll be the one that takes the phone from Ymir after Historia gets involved.

Sasha will try to protect you the best she can. She doesn't want you hurt so she'll probably grab a spoon as a weapon and charge.

Reiner is just trying to vibe and then suddenly he's pulled into an all out war. Sigh. But at least it's for you.

Hange will find this all very funny, but she'll help out in between snorts.

Erwin will just stand there looking at your antagonist dead in the eye with the slightest raise of his brow. That's the end of it all.

Armin will go all manipulative bestie on however is bothering you.

Levi merely get in between you. He may be short but nothing scare him and he's literally willing to kick some ass if need be.

Bertolt would just take you somewhere else. Yes he's super annoyed and upset at this person, but he has better things to do with his time.

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Y/n gets a dog

To be honest, you'd wanted a pet for a long long time. Living closely with seven other women- and essentially nine men, had made that prospect rather slim, until one day approximately four months ago when you dropped the question.

The response was rather positive, so you carefully crafted a schedule and supplies.

The little puppy had been the runt of the litter, but that didn't bother you one bit (your not so secret infatuation of a certain 5'2" raven haired fellow solidified that.)

You were the first person to arrive home that day, and when you did you hurried to get the house puppified.

Bertolt came by early that day and was the first to see the puppy. At first he wasn't so sure about the little rascal. It seemed so hyper, a little too hyper, actually. But then, it licked him and he fell in love. He actually completely forgot you were even there he was so enthralled.

Levi came by with takeout, and much like Bertolt he wasn't sure about this creature. He'd always been more of a cat person, but even then he wasn't exactly an animal person. Just too messy. But for your sake he pat the pup on the head. (And to both your and bertolt's shock the puppy began to follow Levi around.

Armin loved the puppy. He immediately scooped it up and sang to it. You had never seen the blonde so happy as he cooed over the little Beasty. He raised it up into the air and swung it until Levi yelled at him for waving the animal over the takeout.

Erwin seemed a bit indifferent to the dog, almost as if the animal had just always been there. He did make sure however to share his food with it.

Hange tickled the poor animal savagely, vowing to buy it a sweater for the winter. You told them they didn't have to, but they refused. "What's a godparent for?"

Sasha vowed to help feed it and promised it that she would only buy it the best food possible.

Marco adored the tiny thing. "have you named him yet?" He had asked while lovingly scratching behind it's ears. "he looks like a sugar...or a Coco?"

Connie immediately sat down and started playing with newly named Sugar. "Connie! You're getting Sugar too riled up." Levi warned, but right then Connie was attacked by the tiny pup, and despite the small size of the dog the sheer force almost knocked Connie over. "Tch, idiot."

Jean was the first to take Sugar for a walk and you joined him. Together the two of you laughed at how cute Sugar looked as he bounced around in the grass. You made sure to have Jean clean up after him though, don't worry.

Sugar immediately fell asleep on Eren who threatened anyone that would dare touch or wake up him. Eren was extremely content with this little ball of joy.

Annie wasn't really excited for the puppy but she did promise to train Sugar when it was time, so there's that.

Ymir tried to act similar to Annie but Ymir is a total dog person, and after a bit she scoped up Sugar and put the sleeping pup on her own lap.

Mikasa was just happy everyone else seemed happy. She did sit by ymir though so she could get a few good pats in.

Later that night Historia grabbed the puppy and took him into her room, which she shared with Ymir. Really this puppy wasn't yours, it was everyone's.

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The AOT gang goes to a concert

You pulled into Eren's hand practically dragging him through the crowd. "That's the last time I'm letting you lead us anywhere, Eren!" He groaned behind you. "I thought the sign said Row one, it was an honest mistake!" You shot him a dangerous glare. "It was a sign for the bathroom!"

Finally you met up with your friends, who were all already comfortably seated, waiting for the concert to begin. "Hey guys sorry we're late, we had some...sign trouble."

You and Eren found your seats, "Good news is if anyone wants to know where the bathrooms are.." you elbowed your brunette friend.

When the concert began, it was immediately pretty damn hype. You and Jean clasped hands and danced together, shouting out the lyrics to the first song at the top of your lungs.

At the second song and Sasha took orders for food, and grabbed some grub. As you waited in the unnecessarily long line you pulled her into a hug and took a quick picture.

When you returned you stood by Reiner, but some big headed bastard had moved in front of your spot. So you climbed into Reiner's shoulders and screamed at the stage from your pretty impressive view.

Connie dared you to throw your bra on stage, but didn't actually think you'd do it. His face, and literally everyone around you, was priceless. In fact, you got a round of applause.

Hanje was video tapping about 90% of it, but they often drapped a hand around your shoulders and pulled you into the video, the two of you singing along to the musicians voice.

You and Levi held hands when a soft song came on, him pulling you into his chest at just the right note. You dipped your head into the chin, enjoying the soft thud of his heartbeat against the deep bass of the speakers. It was nice.

You face timed Bertolt, who unfortunately couldn't attend because he had "work". He enjoyed the concert better from that angle anyways.

You and Historia took a ton of pictures! So many! Some weren't even in focus! But you two didn't care!

Marco grabbed his phone light every chance he got and kept accidentally flashing it in people's eyes. He got you like seven times.

Erwin kept complaining that it was too loud, but you literally saw him full on do the sprinkler because he was vibing so hard.

You and Mikasa went to the bathroom together, and you forced her to take a picture with you. You also got lost on the way back but Mikasa helped guide you back. What would you do without her?

When you returned you ran into ymir and Historia dancing together, laughing and giggling. Damn them and their happiness.

After the show you and Armin went and met the people you watched and got a picture with them. They kept referring to Armin as your boyfriend so in the photo he looks like a tomato. He swore you to secrecy.

On the way back to the apartment you switched riders with Hanje so that she could take Eren home and you could just take Annie back to the apartment you shared. The whole way back you just let loose in the car. Annie could be very loud when with people she trusts entirely.

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Y/n flirts with the AOT gang

Unfortunately for you y/n you're not the sad drunk, clumsy drunk, dancer drunk, you're the flirty drunk. I guess there are worse things, though. These are the times when drunk you has flirted with your friends and their reactions.

One time you got blasted at a work party and Eren had to come drive you home. He was shocked at first, but he truly does care about you and is also the most oblivious person ever so he was just like "okay."

Annie was super confused at first, but she actually really liked the attention. She'd never admit that to you though. So she just kinda bumped shoulders with you and almost knocked you down, had she not caught you.

Jean actually almost shit himself your flirting flustered him so bad. But he realized that you were drunk and immediately lifted you up and took you home.

Armin blushed, squeaked, and giggled. He knew you were drunk but he just couldn't help it. He helped you to bed and you fell asleep next to each other.

Sasha took you out to eat immediately after you said you wanted to go on a date with a hot babe like her, because she just needs one reason to go get something to munch on. It helped sober you up and when you puked she held your hair. Besties.

You did have a line though and you never actually flirted with Historia or Ymir but Ymir always took videos of you drunk and Historia always made sure to help you to bed. Those two were your constant watch dogs though when you were having fun.

Reiner "pretends" to go along with your flirting. He really just likes it because your hawt. "oh really? Tell me more about my eyes." He does however makes sure no one messes with you and always makes sure you get home safely.

When you get drunk around Mikasa the Ackerman always just pats you on the head. Sometimes though she makes fun of you.

Whenever you flirt with Connie hes also drunk so he flirts back. The two of you are the most chaotic drunk duo though and always end up breaking shit.

Erwin tells you to stop. "Stop that y/n, it's weird." But he's always blushing when he says that and he acts like a parent. "No, no more tequila!"

Hange will literally just have fun with drunk you. She'd vibe and even give you her glasses.

Marco would think it's really funny, but he'd stick with you for as long as he needs to to make sure you're okay and then he'll take you home.

Levi will look so annoyed and so done but he'll blush and wrap his fingers with yours. Much like Jean, he'll try to take you home as soon as possible. He gets jealous way too easily for this and often he'll stay the night with you.

Bertolt's brain literally melts. Reiner has to drag him away from you. You've broken the poor man.

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They walk in on you changing

Annie- She opened the door and come in without even paying attention, realized you were essentially naked when you squealed. She rolls her eyes, and mutters "look the door next time," but that's a mental image she'll be keeping for a while.

Armin- he doesn't even allow himself a second peak, immediately putting his hand over his eyes. "Oh! I'm so sorry y/n! I-i-yeah!" He practically runs out of there faster than lightening.

Bertolt- He freezes, and you have to push him out. His brain dies and he stands outside your door for several minutes still trying to process.

Connie- he doesn't even notice you, but when you yell at him he simply turns and farts at you.

Eren- "If you were changing why didn't you lock the door?"

Erwin- "I'm sorry I thought this was the bathroom. Did you get a new book shelf?"

Hanje- She comes in, sees that your changing and puts a hand over her eyes, continuing to tell you what she wanted.

Jean- he puts his hands on his hips and smiles, "you knew I was coming, didn't you?"

Levi- he doesn't really care and neither do you (nothing he hasn't seen before) but he doesn't make sure to shut the door and wrap you on the head. "you have a lock, brat, use it."

Marco- opens door. "Whoops." Closes door. "Sorry y/n!"

Mikasa- "hey y/n," just continues.

Sasha had half a donut in her mouth when she walked in on you and then immediately it fell from her mouth when she turned and saw your body. she blinked and quickly bent over, grabbing her donut and covered her eyes, but only partially.

Reiner- "Hey, y/n I- Woah! Nice ra-" you effectively cut him off by throwing a shoe at his face.

Historia- "Oh! Sorry sweetie, you're so pretty, oh my goodness!"

Ymir- after storming in she proclaims, "Historia saw you naked, I have to kill you now."

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They find you crying

We all have those days, and this is when they find you having one.

Ymir found you in the your bedroom, completely bundled in blankets with the lights shut off. She notices that you've been crying because your sniffing loudly, but says nothing about it. "Hey, Y/n, do you have the wifi password?"

She'd leave, but tell Historia, knowing Historia is better suited to check on and deal with helping you. Historia will walk in and raise her hands, in an open hug. You'll wordlessly scootch over and allow her to slide in beside you and gently pull you into her grasp.

Sasha heard you crying and grabbed her comfort snacks, a blanket, and the puppy. All of which she carried into your bedroom. The two of you would sit, eat, and watch some comfort shows. "it's the best medicine!"

Reiner saw your car parked outside the apartments and thought he'd knock on your car window. When he got up to your window though, he noticed the tears that were streaking down your face. He'd immediately climb into the other side of the car, hopping into the passenger seat. You're shocked, having not even noticed him hanging outside your car to begin with. "Uh, Reiner?" "So," he buckles up. "Who did it?"

Mikasa could hear you crying when she was up late at night, (your door had been open a crack.) So she grabbed some ice cream and two spoons, and wordlessly walked into your room. She said nothing and didn't press you for information, and the two of you shared Sasha's favorite ice cream.

Marco witnessed you go full on break down mode after a ROUGH day and immediately gave you the greatest pep talk known to man. You were so amazed at his genuinely kind words you stopped crying, but Marco had become so touched that he had started.

You had actually went to Levi's apartment, and sat with him. He made you tea and listened silently as you told him about what had happened and how sad you felt. He didn't press any advice on you or dry your tears with grandiose words, but he genuinely listened and acknowledged your feelings. Then you cuddled, and it was more than enough.

Jean said something flirty to you and for one reason or another it set you off and tears were aflowing. At first he panicked because he thought he made you cry. When he realized it wasn't him, he gently brought you into him and held you as you cried into his shirt. Finally you looked up at him and he wiggled his eyebrows mischievously, "Would sex make you feel better?"

You called Hanje and told what happened after a particularly rough day, so she and moblit went and grabbed you some takeout and spent the day with you. They even took you to egg the offenders house. Revenge is sweet.

Erwin thought you were sick, so he left after finding you crying in your room, bought you soup, made it and just acted like you were sick. You didn't have the heart to tell him the truth.

Eren saw you crying and then flicked you in the head and promptly left. You were stunned, but also found it funny and confusing, so you stopped crying.

Connie facetimed you and by the end you weren't crying because you were sad, but because Connie's really fucking stupid.

Bertolt noticed you were in your room for a while so he checked on you. He gave you a hug and then asked you very nicely to "stop crying."

Armin literally sat his ass down and stayed with you until the two of you fell asleep. He's a top tier friend who cares deeply about your emotional health so he does everything he can to sort you out. He holds your hand, nods, listens, gives you advice, and agrees with you.

Annie calls you a crybaby but she sits down beside you none the less. She doesn't press nor did she speak. But she wants you to know that's she's here in her own special Annie way.

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The Singer – Part Two

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 7,970

Warning: Lots of Smut, Some Swearing

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***Drinks and Secrets***

Seven days after your last encounter with Kurt, you finally had his desk delivered back to his office which was located at the Dublin theatre and music district at the back building of a large venue.

Next to his office were several recording studios which meant that, whilst you were recording your new album, you saw him more frequently than you would have hoped.

In addition to working on your new album, you were working on an advertising campaign for the upcoming arts and music festival. As part of this campaign, you were recording a song with Amanda and another Dublin artist named Jeremy who gained a lot of popularity lately.

He was a nice man, in his late thirties who had a lot to offer. He played several instruments and it was easy to work with him and Amanda, at least until Amanda tried to organise a date between you and Jeremy.

She told you about it over some drinks on a Friday afternoon following a day at the recording studio.

‘I have two tickets to see the new play at the Abbey. I was going to see it with Cillian but, since we broke up, this isn’t going to happen. I thought that, perhaps, you could go with Jeremy’ Amanda said with a big grin on her face as she handed you a pint of Guinness.

‘Jeremy? Why would I go with Jeremy?’ you laughed, somewhat surprised by Amanda’s suggestion.

‘He is handsome, a real gentleman, funny and defiantly not a douche like Kurt. Despite, you said that you liked older and more mature guys’ Amanda laughed.

‘Well, perhaps you should ask him out yourself then?’ you giggled, causing Amanda to sigh.

‘I am not ready to date anyone Y/N. In fact, I don’t know if I am over Cillian yet’ Amanda said somewhat disappointed, causing you to take in a deep breath as you thought about your recent encounter with Cillian.

You were overrun with guilt as Amanda continued on, talking about her breakup with Cillian. You knew that you shouldn’t have slept with him, but then again, you didn’t know that you and Amanda would be working together again until three days ago when one of the other musicians dropped out of the project.

‘So, do you think you will give it another chance?’ you asked curiously.

‘I don’t think so. I think he made up his mind. To be honest, I don’t know if I still have feelings for him or if I just miss the sex’ Amanda laughed just before she ordered another drink.

‘Right…that good, eh?’ you said as your face turned red almost immediately. Of course, you knew the answer to your own question.

‘That’s probably too much information, I am sorry. The beer is getting to my head’ Amanda said with some embarrassment.

‘It’s fine, seriously’ you responded before telling Amanda a little bit about your relationship with Kurt.

In turn, after Amanda had more beers, you learned that Cillian liked to take control in the bedroom and you weren’t surprised about this in the slightest, thinking back to the night at your apartment where he took you over Kurt’s study desk. The same study desk that was now in Kurt’s office once again. The thought of it made you giggle internally.

But then, the conversation changed and became more serious when Amanda told you the real reasons behind their recent break up. She believed that she was at fault, pushing him away slowly over time with her jealousy and trust issues, trying to prevent him from socialising and leaving him no space for himself. She accused him of cheating several times but later found out that there was nothing behind the rumours. Cillian eventually had enough of her antics and broke it off again.

‘Oh my god, I am sorry. I usually don’t drink’ Amanda said as she observed your facial expression when she continued to talk about Cillian. She was certainly more direct and open about her sex life than you had hoped.

‘I think I should get you home’ you said with a warm smile, feeling a sense of responsibility, and Amanda nodded in agreement.

Since you only had two beers over two hours, unlike Amanda who had at least six or seven, maybe more, you were still able to drive and you helped Amanda to your car, hoping that press wouldn’t notice her state. After all, she had quite a following herself.

Twenty minutes later, you pulled up in front of Cillian’s house which was where she was still living at the time as the settlement of her property was delayed.

Supporting her, you walked towards the front door and rang the doorbell. Within a minute, Cillian opened and couldn’t believe his own eyes when he saw you with his completely drunk ex-girlfriend.

‘Hi’ Cillian said somewhat surprised as he took hold of Amanda. She barely managed to walk by herself.

‘Hi’ you said, your eyes avoiding his.

‘Uhm, thank you…’ Cillian chuckled, not knowing what else to say to you, before asking you whether you wanted to come inside.

‘I would love to use your bathroom, if I could’ you laughed as you had to pull over earlier when Amanda got sick and your clothes smelled like vomit.

‘Sure, common in’ Cillian said just before he pointed you to the bathroom and helped Amanda getting out of her vomit-stained clothes.

You left the bathroom door open slightly as you cleaned yourself up and observed Cillian getting a bucket from the laundry before telling Amanda to have a rest.

After he helped her to lie down, placing the bucket next to the bed, he came into the bathroom to speak to you. He left the bedroom door open slightly so that he could hear if Amanda was getting sick, worried that she might miss the bucket in her state.

‘What happened? It’s only 6 o’clock’ Cillian asked almost amused.

‘She just kept drinking Cilly…I don’t know’ you said with a chuckle as you tried to wash the vomit out of your expensive vintage blouse.

‘Beer?’ he asked curiously, causing you to nod.

‘Fuck. I am in for an interesting evening then’ Cillian said somewhat irritated, causing you to laugh out loud.

‘So am I because I meant to see my sister and her husband for dinner at 7 o’clock and I smell like puke now’ you giggled, seeing the humour in all of this.

‘Have a shower here. I will get you a clean t-shirt’ Cillian suggested and you accepted his offer gratefully.

A minute later, Cillian gave you a towel and one of his black t-shirts. You closed the bathroom door behind you and got undressed.

When you stepped into the shower, you were slightly confused by all of the buttons. You never saw anything quite like this. You pressed one of the buttons and nothing happened. Then you pressed the next and, finally, water came rushing out from the top like waterfall but, it was cold.

‘Dammit’ you said loudly as the cold water came rushing down over your body, barely managing to wash away the little bit of soap you had placed on your chest and breasts earlier.

‘Having problems with the shower?’ Cillian asked from outside the bathroom door a few seconds after he heard you yell.

‘There is no hot water’ you said as you stepped out of the shower, wrapped the towel around you and opened the door.

Cillian stepped inside, gazing over your semi naked body for a second or two, before turning on the shower for you.

‘Wow, that’s high tech’ you giggled as you stood right next to Cillian, his body awfully close to yours.

‘Isn’t that usually how you young people roll?’ Cillian chuckled, causing you to give him a slight nudge and, in the process of it, loosing hold of your towel on one side.

Cillian noticed immediately and his jaw dropped as he drew a deep breath.

‘Cillian?’ you whispered as you noticed him looking at the ceiling, purposely trying to avoid eye contact with you.

‘Yeah’ he said with a low voice as he looked back at you but, instead of saying anything else to him, you pressed your lips onto his tentatively.

Cillian gave into the kiss and parted your lips with his slightly, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth in order to meet yours.

Your hands reached for his cheeks and the back of his head while your towel dropped to the floor.

‘We shouldn’t be doing this Y/N’ Cillian whispered as your lips drifted apart after what seemed like an eternity.

‘No, we shouldn’t’ you responded despite the fact that you wanted him, right then and there.

But, his lips landed on yours again almost instantly, ignoring the interfering thoughts in your heads.

As you were kissing, Cillian’s hand wandered over the back of your body and then in between you, immediately finding your wet mound.

You let out a low moan as his fingers began to gently massage your clit before one of his fingers dipped inside of you momentarily.

On your left upper thigh, you could feel his erection press against you, restricted by his tight and ripped jeans.

You pushed your mound against his hand as much as you could while he swallowed up your moans, continuing to kiss you passionately.

But, as he began to apply more pressure against your clit, you had to pull away from his mouth and moan escaped you.

His speed increased and you let your head fall forward against his chest and shoulder, taking in the scent of his aftershave and moaning into the thin black cotton of his t-shirt.

Your legs began to quiver within minutes and his magical fingers on your clit brought you over the edge fairly quickly.

You held onto Cillian, continuing to moan against his chest as your orgasm washed over you and he finally slowed down his movements.

‘Fuck’ you whispered as Cillian chuckled at the fact that he just made you cum within less than five minutes.

‘You should have a shower now or you’ll be late for dinner’ Cillian winked before pressing his lips onto yours again.

‘What about you?’ you asked quietly as you ran your hand over his crotch.

‘I better check on Amanda’ he said somewhat reluctantly before leaving you by yourself in the bathroom.

After a quick shower, you got dressed and returned to the living room where Cillian was sitting, watching a documentary.

When you approached him to give him a kiss, he pulled away.

‘We cannot keep doing this Y/N’ Cillian said quietly and it was obvious to you that he had been doing a lot of thinking while you were in the shower.

‘You are right’ you murmured, upset by his response.

‘Are we okay?’ he asked and you nodded.

‘Thanks for the shower’ you said a little upset before grabbing your keys and phone and returning to your car.

***Family***

Later that evening, at dinner with your sister and her husband, your sister asked you about your music projects and, of course, your love life.

She knew that you had separated from Kurt and, even though you called it a break, it was obvious to her and anyone from your family that this was final.

She was glad that it was over. Finally, you were free from him.

When she asked you if there was anyone else, you couldn’t help it but tell her about Cillian. But you didn’t tell her his name, nor did you tell her how you had met.

All that you told her was that there was a man who you had slept with and who you think you might like and this was the first time that you admitted your feelings for Cillian to yourself as well.

It felt strange to you as, initially, when you met Cillian, you couldn’t stand him but now that you got to know each other more intimately, this changed.

When you told your sister that he was 43, making him exactly twenty years older than you, her jaw dropped.

‘Forget about him Y/N. Honestly’ she told you, thinking that he was too old for you and the press would rip you to pieces about it, just as it happened with your ex-girlfriend which emotionally destroyed you at the time.

‘I’ve grown since then, emotionally and mentally and I cannot help it. His presence does something to me and, currently, I work with him all the time’ you said with a deep sigh.

‘Is he a musician?’ your sister asked curiously and you shook your head.

‘He’s an actor’ you admitted but went no further than that regardless of how much your sister was poking around, asking you for his name.

‘It doesn’t matter because it isn’t going anywhere with us and you are right, it’s probably better that way’ you said when she asked you for his name for the third time.

Your sister gave up eventually and, after several glasses of wine, you decided to stay at her house for the night before a big day at the studio finalising the schedule for the music festival.

The next morning, when you tried to start your car, the engine had stopped working. It was a brand-new car and you were extremely irritated and contacted the car dealer immediately.

The car dealer advised you that they couldn’t get the car in for repair until Monday and your sister luckily offered to drive you into Dublin city.

‘Do you have time for a coffee?’ she asked as she pulled up in front of the studio and nodded. You still had twenty minutes before your meeting with Cillian and Kurt.

You sat down at a booth table in the small café beneath the theatre and the waitress was quick to take your order and bring you some water.

‘The coffee here is really good’ you said to your sister but she seemed somewhat distant and unresponsive.

‘June? Are you with me?’ you chuckled and, suddenly she looked at you with wide open eyes and whispered ‘Cillian Murphy’.

‘What about him?’ you asked absolutely flustered.

‘Over there, at the counter’ your sister then whispered with excitement, causing you to take in a deep breath. He wasn’t the person who you wanted to see right at this moment, especially after what you told your sister last night.

‘He is my cheat pass’ your sister then said, causing you to inadvertently spit out some of the water in your mouth.

‘You are joking?’ you asked, causing your sister to shake her head and continue to stare at him.

‘I am going to say hello’ she said determined and you took her hand quickly and responded ‘no you are not’ which was when Cillian noticed you and walked over towards your table.

‘Morning Y/N’ he said with a smile before giving you a friendly kiss on the cheek.

‘Hi Cilly’ you said before introducing him to your sister with some embarrassment.

Your sister was quick to move to one side, indicating for Cillian to sit down next to her and he didn’t think anything of it and joined you both for coffees and a snack to eat.

The three of you engaged in some small talk and Cillian informed you that Kurt had called him earlier that day telling him that he was sick and wouldn’t be coming in.

You were glad about it in a way but it also meant that it was just you and Cillian working on the schedule which might be a problem after last night.

After you drank your coffees and engaged in some more conversation, each of you went your separate ways. Cillian and you had a days’ work ahead of you and your sister had to get back home.

A few minutes after you left the café, you got a test message from your sister. ‘Fuck he’s hot. Can you invite him for drinks with me or something�� it said and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘What’s so funny?’ Cillian asked as he observed your facial expressions and small giggles.

‘Nothing’ you responded before putting your phone away, ignoring your sister’s text message.

***Working Together***

The day went by quickly and you managed to be quite productive, finishing the schedule for the festival by 4 o’clock. There was no arguing anymore between you and Cillian and, with Kurt not being there, there was also no shouting.

As you were working together, you and Cillian kept your distance from each other, trying as hard as you could to stay focused and professional.

You sent the schedule off to Kurt for consideration and communication to the artists and Cillian offered you to drive you home after you told him about your car.

You agreed reluctantly as it was raining but all of your focus and professionalism went out of the window as soon as Cillian pulled up in front of your apartment.

‘Uhm, would you like to come up for a drink?’ you asked, knowing exactly that you shouldn’t have asked him that after last night.

‘I shouldn’t’ Cillian responded reluctantly. He knew he couldn’t get involved with you again. Another relationship was not what he wanted, especially not with someone as young as you.

‘I know, I shouldn’t have asked that. It’s fine. Thank you for driving me home. Have a good night’ you said before giving him a friendly kiss on his cheek before getting out of his car.

As you reached the front door of your apartment building and searched through your bag for the key, you heard the door of Cillian’s car close.

You looked back and saw Cillian approach you with a hesitant smile.

‘Changed your mind?’ you smirked as he walked up the pathway leading to the front door of your apartment block.

‘Yeah, I suppose’ Cillian smiled with his hands in his pockets like a shy schoolboy while he was waiting for you to open the door.

You finally found your key and you both took the elevator up to your apartment, keeping your distance from each other.

You opened the door to your apartment and Cillian followed you inside almost shyly, remaining standing in the doorway and asking ‘before I do anything stupid, it isn’t really a drink that you are after, right?’

‘No. In fact, all I’ve got is tap water’ you said almost embarrassed and, just after you did, you found yourself pinned against the wall and Cillian crashed his lips onto yours in a haste.

You parted your lips slightly, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth and explore yours in a passionate kiss.

With one foot, you pushed your apartment door closed behind you before you gave into the Cillian completely.

‘Not fire safety compliant’ Cillian murmured as your lips drifted apart, causing you to look at him with some confusion.

‘The door. It’s opening into the wrong direction’ Cillian chuckled, causing you to raise your eyebrows and start to laugh.

‘You are weird’ you chuckled before you pressed your lips back onto his, thinking why on earth he would have noticed this in the heat of the moment.

‘Coming from the woman with a Harry Potter tattoo beneath her left breast’ Cillian chuckled after your lips drifted apart again momentarily and he began to unbutton your mustard-coloured vintage shirt.

‘What can I say…I am magic’ you chuckled before you pulled him closer again for another kiss.

Each and every kiss was passionate and urgent, full of desire for each other.

‘Didn’t we say we wouldn’t do this again?’ you asked as your shirt landed on the floor.

‘You are the one who initiated it by asking me upstairs for a glass of tap water’ Cillian chuckled. ‘Do you want to stop?’ he then asked, causing you to shake your head and pull his t-shirt over his head exposing his bare chest.

‘Didn’t think so’ Cillian smirked before he trailed kisses over your breasts, which were still covered by a black lace bra, and then all the way down to your stomach. He dropped to his knees slowly while his lips explored your body and his hands began to fondle with the button and zipper of your jeans, pushing them down gently.

You let out a soft moan as his hands ran over the front of your treasure. His face was awfully close to your most intimate area and you could feel his hot breath on your wet mound, fanning through the lace of your panties.

With your jeans stuck over your ankles, Cillian pushed your legs apart with his hands as wide as he could.

‘Don’t move’ he instructed, causing you to take in a sharp inhale and, just as you did, he hooked the index fingers of both of his hands into the hem of your panties and pulled them down all the way to your ankles.

You wanted to push your legs together, feeling vulnerable now that he got such a close look at your wet mound. But, Cillian’s hands wouldn’t allow as he held your thighs in place while pushing you all the way back at the freshly painted wall of your apartment.

Cillian then moved to your inner thighs and his soft, wet tongue administered little licks, alternating with kisses, as he moved back and forth between your left and right thigh, ascending higher and higher as he did.

‘Hmm….fuck’ you moaned in anticipation, causing Cillian to smile against the flesh of your right thigh before looking up at you for a brief moment, his blue eyes meeting yours.

You bit your lip suggestively and then watched as that pink, wet, soft tongue of his slid out of his mouth in a flattened state and land on the right outer lip of your wet mound.

A loud moan escaped you as soon as his tongue moved closer towards your centre, giving your slit a very long, very slow, torturous lick.

You placed your hands on his head and ran your fingers through his hair as his tongue licked up and down before sinking it into your entrance once slightly, making you squirm.

‘Hold still’ he instructed as he pushed your thighs apart again with his hands.

With both outer lips equally swollen, you watched as he made his tongue pointed again, spreads your swollen outer lips and then licks both of your inner lips from back to front at the same time, sending shivers down your spine. He then ran his tongue over your clit hood and gently pulled the hood back, revealing your swollen, throbbing, pulsing clit.

‘Cillian, fuck’ you moaned as he continued to lick you. He took his time, slowly licking all of the surfaces of your clit.

Unlike most men you've been with, he knew what he was doing and you soon began to shudder and shake as he covered this territory.

After as little as ten minutes, you could feel yourself getting close to your high.

‘Cillian, don’t fucking stop’ you moaned as your hands held onto his head firmly as he continued to suck on your clit gently.

Your orgasm washed over you almost instantly and you lost all of your self-control while Cillian kept pushing your legs apart with his hands and stimulating your clit with his mouth.

Your legs wanted to give way shortly after you came down from your high and Cillian got off his knees quickly before pressing his lips onto yours in a haste, wanting you to taste your own juices that had pooled across his lips.

You moaned into his mouth while your hand reached between the both of you, running over his erection which was trapped beneath his tight jeans.

‘I am not done yet’ Cillian said as he moved your hand away from his crotch and pinned you back against the wall, kissing you again passionately.

While he was kissing you, he ran his hand over your wet mound, collecting your wet juices with his fingers before bring his finger up to your mouth.

You took his fingers into your mouth, licking them suggestively until he pulls them away from your mouth again.

Without words, his blue eyes starred into yours, full of want and desire and, without you noticing, his hand returned back in between your legs where he now, effortlessly, slid both of his fingers into your warmth.

You let out a loud moan, while Cillian looked at you, taking in your facial expressions. His lips were parted slightly as he observed your moans and you leaned forward to kiss him, but he wouldn’t allow it.

Within a few seconds, he found the magic spot inside of you and proceeded to tease it with his fingertips.

‘Holy Fucking Christ’ you screamed in shock. No one, not even yourself, had found this spot before and your legs were ready to give in right then and there.

‘Oh my god, stop…I mean don’t stop. Fuck, this is intense’ you said with laboured breathing as you starred at Cillian who responded with a satisfied grin.

‘Just relax and let go’ Cillian said before he pressed his lips back onto yours.

The pressure he used was gentle at first until he could feel you relax, which is when he increased his movements. You were already wet but, when his fingers massaged your g-spot, you began dripping on to the dark wooden floor.

‘Cillian, fuck fuck fuck, oh god’ you moaned as you felt a sensation you never felt run through your body. It was more intense than anything else you had ever experienced and, without being able to control yourself, you screamed loudly as your walls began to tighten around his fingers.

‘That’s it baby’ Cillian said as he watched your eyes close shut and listened to your loud moans while another orgasm washed over you.

As he did, he could feel a gush of wetness run over his hand and down to the floor, But you didn’t notice, you were in a trance, your legs were shaking by that point and you were entirely consumed by the most intense orgasm you ever had.

As you came down from your high, the wall behind you preventing you from collapsing to the floor, you looked at Cillian in disbelieve before noticing the puddle of clear liquid that had formed on the floor.

Cillian grinned, his tongue running over his lips suggestively as he watched your embarrassment.

‘Oh my god, what the fuck. This never happened before’ you said somewhat embarrassed when you noticed the puddle.

‘I am good then’ Cillian said before he pressed his lips back onto yours and wiped his hand on his jeans.

‘I am so sorry’ you said as your lips drifted apart, your mind filled with embarrassment about the mess you just made.

‘For this? Don’t be ridiculous’ Cillian said before kissing you again. ‘In fact, I think it’s sexy’ he added after your lips drifted apart.

‘Would you like to break in my new bed?’ you smirked as you took off the remainder of your clothes and indicating to Cillian to follow you.

‘It would be my pleasure’ Cillian smirked before he quickly kicked off his shoes and picked you up, remembering the location well from the last time he visited you.

As he held you against him and walked, you could feel his hardness pressing into you through his jeans and throbbing against your wet and naked mound.

He carried you to your bed and, with one swift movement, you found yourself with your back on the mattress.

As he took off his jeans and briefs all at the same time, Cillian couldn’t help but stare at your naked beauty, right there in front of him.

You could see his body respond as his hard member twitched and a few drops of precum escaped and fell to your bedroom floor.

You didn’t have to wait long for him to join you on the bed, hoovering over you and planting kisses over your body before meeting your lips again.

Then your lips were sucking and nibbling on his as he pulled away after each kiss, teasing you and occasionally your tongues would meet and fight each other.

No one ever kissed you quite like he did. It was intense and full of desire. Each kiss was different, new and exciting.

After your lips drifted apart again and while Cillian once more tried to take control, directing you to the position he wanted you in, you pushed him beneath you instead, catching him by surprise.

‘Do you have condoms?’ you asked as he was lying beneath you, thinking that you should have thought about this much earlier.

‘What happened to the ones from last time?’ Cillian asked as his hands continued to trail over your body, paying particular attention to your breasts.

‘They are in Kurt’s desk which is now in Kurt’s office’ you said, causing Cillian to laugh.

‘I can get dressed and walk to the shop. It isn’t far’ Cillian suggested before letting out a deep sigh knowing that his erection would defiantly not come down if he had to walk to the shops.

‘I am on birth control and, after Kurt, I just had all of my check-ups done’ you said, causing Cillian to nod in agreement before trying to take charge once again. But you wouldn’t budge and held him down against the bed playfully.

‘You really don’t like to give up control, do you?’ you grinned, causing Cillian to respond with a quiet chuckle.

‘No, but I am willing to try if you manage to tame me’ he winked jokingly before trying to pull you closer for another kiss.

‘I think I might just have the right thing for you Mr Murphy’ you grinned as you pulled away and reached for your bedside table.

From your bedside table, you pulled out a pair of leather handcuffs and held them up suggestively.

‘Do I get to use them on you some time?’ Cillian chuckled before he willingly put his hands above his head, ready for you to tie him against the metal frame of your bedhead.

‘Maybe’ you smirked as you secured the cuffs against his wrists and the bedhead, leaving him completely at your mercy.

By this time, the windows of your bedroom had become foggy, with precipitation running down the inside of them and the room was starting to smell like two people in heat, lust filling the air.

With Cillian’s wrists tied to the bedhead, you were now the one who hoovered over Cillian, planting kisses over him and rubbing your wet folds over his upper thighs suggestively. Random drops of his precum were caught by your skin and you got intermittent glimpses of his cock, still rigid this whole time.

He hated and loved the way you were teasing him all at the same time until, finally, you made your descent over his perfectly shaped chest and stomach and all the way down towards his hard member.

Cillian inhaled sharply as he watched you lick his precum of his cockhead, using your tongue only.

He pulled on his restraints, desperate for you to take his rigid member into your mouth as you continued to tease him with only small licks.

‘Patience’ you whispered before, finally, you took all of him deep into your mouth, making him groan loudly as he bottomed out in your throat.

Whilst your hands paid attention to his balls, you began to bob your head up and down before taking his hard shaft into one of your hands and licking around his tip only.

After about ten minutes, Cillian’s breathing soon became laboured and you knew that he was getting close as you could feel his cock pulsate inside your mouth.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he moaned until, eventually, your motions came to a halt and you shifted your body back up towards his until your lips met his once again.

While you exchanged a passionate kiss, you swung one leg over Cillian’s waist and reached between you, holding his hard shaft and carefully guiding it inside you.

‘Jesus’ was all that escaped him after your lips drifted apart and you lowered yourself onto him, taking inch by inch of his cock inside of you until you sat flush against him.

‘Hmm yes’ you moaned as you could feel all of him inside of you, stretching you and filling you completely.

‘Fuck you feel good’ Cillian moaned, trying to pull against his restraints in order to touch you. But his efforts were futile.

His warm cock felt amazing inside you and, once you adjusted to his size, you began to move, up and down, backwards and forwards.

You flicked your head back, riding him fast and hard. His breath was laboured and it was obvious to you that he was enjoying it, no longer trying to get out of his restraints.

‘God damn Y/N’ Cillian groaned as he watched your breasts bounce slightly up and down with every movement and it wasn’t long until your fingernails dug down into his chest, leaving some visible marks.

‘Come inside me’ you moaned, turned on by the thought of it and this was all he needed to hear in order to let go completely.

‘I am so fucking close’ you moaned and Cillian groaned in sync with you as he tried to thrust back up into you despite the restraints.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he moaned again, his cock beginning to throb inside of you and, just as he groaned once last time, you screamed his name as your third orgasm washed over you.

Cillian and you came together, in sync, and your walls contracted just as he filled you with his warm cum.

After you rode out your orgasm, you slowly uncuffed him before lifting your body up slowly, allowing his cock to slide out of you.

You could feel his cum leak from your core and down your thigh as you got up.

‘Oh wow’ you grinned sheepishly as you noticed the large amount of cum on your core and thigh.

‘Yeah sorry, it’s been like a week’ Cillian chuckled but you didn’t mind at all and collected some of it with your finger. You brought your finger to your mouth, licking it suggestively.

Your actions caused Cillian to raise his eyebrows and stare at you in disbelieve.

‘Well, I wanted to see what you taste like’ you smirked before you collapsed next to him.

You curled up against Cillian’s chest while he wrapped his arms around you, his fingers gently tracing over your back.

You pulled the sheets over you, feeling the cold air passing through the room, the heat of Cillian’s naked body radiating to yours.

‘I don’t really want to get up’ Cillian said, half covered by your sheets, starring at you with his deep blue eyes.

‘Then don’t. Stay here tonight’ you smiled before pulling him close for another kiss.

‘It’s only 8 o’clock Y/N. I probably should go’ Cillian said, causing you to pout.

‘I could order some chinese and a bottle of wine…we can watch a movie and then we can fuck again’ you suggested, causing Cillian to laugh.

‘I didn’t think that you could handle any more’ Cillian chuckled as he could see the exhaustion on your face.

‘Oh trust me, I can’ you said.

Cillian reluctantly agreed and you got up from beneath the sheets to get your phone to place the order.

Luckily, your apartment was a loft style studio penthouse and your large bed was in the middle of the large room, right in front of your flat screen TV.

‘What do you want to watch?’ Cillian asked as he flicked through the movies on Netflix and you finally agreed on a scary movie you had heard about from your sister.

But, neither of you paid much attention to the rather horrible movie. You enjoyed your chinese food and wine and joked, talked about almost anything and everything until, finally, the credits came on.

‘That was terrible’ Cillian laughed and you agreed and apologised for your choice of movie.

‘At least the main actor was hot’ you giggled as you got up and placed the chine food containers into the bin in your kitchen area.

‘Do you want me to introduce you?’ Cillian chuckled.

‘Nah, I don’t get involved with actors’ you said as you sneaked back under the covers. You were both still completely naked, covered by the doona.

‘Is that right?’ Cillian laughed before his lips crashed back onto yours and you quickly found yourself beneath him.

‘I can’t believe you can actually go again’ you said delighted as you could feel his hard member poke against your upper thigh, causing Cillian to chuckle.

‘Well, I am in bed with a very sexy woman…one who doesn’t get involved with actors apparenty….so maybe I should leave’ Cillian joked as he ran his hand through your hair gently.

‘I will make an exception for you’ you smirked just before Cillian got up from the bed and walked to your bathroom ensuite.

Seconds later, he returned with a large white towel and placed it onto the bed, causing you to look at him with surprise.

But, before you could put any more thought to it, he kneeled on the bed and took your legs, putting them over his shoulders.

‘Uhm…’ you said, somewhat surprised by his choice of position and, before you could say anything else, he interlaces your fingers with his and you felt the head of his cock rest against your entrance.

Cillian shifted his hips back and forth, running the length of his shaft and head over your wet folds and then pushed the head into your already soaking entrance.

You take a deep, shuddering breath as you felt his swollen cockhead push your lips aside and stretch you.

Your walls relaxed while you felt even more wetness flowing from you as Cillian gently pressed forward and you could feel your walls stretch around him once again.

Cillian leaned forward, bending at the waist while he entered you slowly and fully until he bottomed out inside of you and there it was again, this unfamiliar feeling.

You let out a loud moan as you could feel the tip of his cock press against your g-spot which was when you began to realise why he chose this position and why had placed a towel beneath you.

‘You are so fucking beautiful’ he whispered while you watched as he started to pull out again almost all the way before pushing back in and pausing when his cockhead hits your g-spot again.

‘Cillian, oh god’ you moaned as, with some subtle movements of his hips, he rubbed the head against your g-spot, making your fingers and toes curl.

Then he pulled out again almost all the way as he waited a few seconds for you to swell tighter. During that time, he ran his fingertips up and down your thighs and gave you grin before he started thrusting back into you again. He was slow and gentle, similar to when he his fingers first stimulated your sweet spot.

Once Cillian felt you relax completely and give in to the sensation of being penetrated this way, his thrusts became more forceful and fast.

The temperature of your apartment had increased significantly as sweat starts pouring down your bodies. Your juices once again started dripping from you and down his shaft. Your wetness was pooling underneath you two.

Cillian watched your toned stomach muscles flex as you cannot stay still as he reached down to rub your clit in circles, clockwise and counterclockwise while continuing his thrusting. Your breathing, which had started to become irregular, was now erratic. He smiled and enjoyed watching your breasts jiggle everywhere as you squirmed, trying to hold still.

Most of your body has now become a little numb, and as you felt him pulse and throb deep inside you and hear him moving in and out of your wetness, your eyes start glazing over a bit and rolling back into your head.

And then the intense feeling started again, at the top of your head. You couldn’t completely explain it and it was the most calm, relaxing feeling but with an undercurrent of tension that just gradually builds as that feeling flows over your face, neck, breasts, stomach, arms, and legs. When the feeling hit between your legs, your walls clamped down as hard as they could on his thick shaft.

‘Cillian, fuck…please don’t stop’ you moaned and with a loud cry, your body began to shiver, quiver, shake, bend, shudder, and contort as a multiwave orgasm rolled through you. Each wave feeling like a lightning bolt from head to toe as your tension lessened with each episode. Cillian pinned you down as you could not possibly stay still as he watched you writhe in ecstasy.

You almost blacked out as your whole body couldn’t stop coming. Just like the last time when Cillian massaged your g-spot, the pool of juices beneath you had quickly become a puddle and you could soon feel his balls swell up against your mound.

When your walls tightened around him, you could feel his cum rising within his shaft just before, with one loud groan, he filled you again with his warm seed.

Small tears fell from your eyes as you finally came down from your high and Cillian carefully pulled out of you, allowing you to rest your legs on the mattress.

‘Fuck Y/N, are you alright? I didn’t hurt you, did I?’ Cillian asked as soon as he noticed your teary eyes and flushed face.

‘No, it was just…’ you said as you took a deep breath before continuing your sentence. ‘It was very fucking intense’ you said, your breath heavy.

‘In a good way I hope’ Cillian chuckled before pressing his lips onto yours.

‘In the best way’ you giggled before you curled up against him.

After several gentle kisses and your hands roaming each other’s bodies, you eventually both drifted off to sleep.

***The Watch***

The following morning, you were both woken up by Cillian’s phone ringing at 8 o’clock. It was Kurt and he was persistent after Cillian didn’t pick up the first time.

Half asleep, with your head still resting on his chest, he answered the phone and talked to him.

‘Hey Kurt, what’s up?’ Cillian asked as he was waking up slowly while you began to trace your fingers over Cillian’s chest, playing with the little bit of chest hair.

‘I got the schedule last night and wondered whether you want to talk about it’ Kurt said politely just as Cillian wiggled around, stretching himself while you planted small kisses over his chest and down towards your stomach.

‘Uhm, talk…yes’ Cillian said as he raised an eyebrow when he noticed that you disappeared beneath the doona, your hands running over his upper thighs.

‘Could you come to my office in an hour?’ Kurt asked as Cillian took in a deep breath as your hands ran over his hardening cock.

‘Fuck’ was all that escaped him as he suddenly felt your warm lips wrapped around his base and he instantly went completely hard in your mouth.

‘Cillian?’ Kurt asked surprised by Cillian’s response.

‘Yes…fuck…sorry…9 o’clock?’ Cillian asked as he tried hard not to moan while you began to bob your head up and down, occasionally twirling your tongue over his head.

‘Yeah, if that’s alright?’ Kurt asked again, somewhat concerned by Cillian’s strange responses.

‘Yeah…’ Cillian responded before holding his breath, a deep groan stuck in his throat.

‘Can you call Y/N? She is being a fucking cunt not picking up my calls even though we need to work together on this’ Kurt complained.

‘Mhhm…’ Cillian said, pretending to listen to what Kurt was saying while you swallowed his length whole, moving your head up and down over and over again.

‘I actually think she is seeing someone’ Kurt went on to say as you ran your tongue piercing up and down Cillian’s shaft.

‘Aha’ Cillian responded trying to hold back his release, so close to coming.

‘I have to go man’ Cillian barely managed to say as your hands wrapped around his tight balls.

‘See you soon’ Kurt said before hanging up and just as he did a loud groan fell from Cillian’s lip.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he moaned just as his shaft pulsated heavily and he filled your mouth with his warm and sweet cum.

You looked up from beneath the doona, opening your mouth slightly and suggestively before swallowing all of it with a grin.

‘So, what did my ex want?’ you asked sheepishly, causing Cillian to chuckle.

‘You are so fucking bad’ he laughed before pulling you close for a kiss and telling you about the meeting.

‘You didn’t last very long despite your conversation with Kurt’ you giggled as you jumped up, walking towards the shower.

‘What can I say, blow jobs are my weakness especially coming from someone so talented’ Cillian smirked before he grabbed you from behind, kissing your neck and following you to the shower.

‘But, that’s not to say that we can’t keep going in the shower’ he grinned and so you went, spending twenties minutes making love while streams of hot water ran over your bodies.

After you came out of the shower and starred into the mirror you noticed that both, Cillian and you, were covered with small little bruises, scratches and bite marks.

You never quite had a night like this with anyone before and you weren’t ashamed. Nonetheless, you opted for a turtle neck jumper and some tight jeans.

Cillian had no choice but to wear the clothes he wore the night before, including the pair of jeans which had some obvious stains.

‘Sorry’ you chuckled as you noticed the stains.

‘Don’t worry. I’ll throw them in the wash and they’ll be grand’ he chuckled before you both walked to his car.

Ten minutes later, you arrived at Kurt’s office together and you felt the need to explain to him that your car broke down and Cillian was kind enough to offer to pick you up.

Kurt wasn’t suspicious by the fact that you arrived together, nor was he suspicious about the little bruises on Cillian’s neck. It was something else that, during your meeting with him, caught his attention and this was Cillian’s watch. It looked awfully familiar.

An hour into your meeting, rewriting half of the schedule because of Kurt being difficult and Cillian continuing to argue with him, Amanda and Jeremy arrived as well to finalise the advertising campaign for the music part of the festival.

Immediately, as soon as Amanda walked into Kurt’s office, she pulled Cillian aside.

‘Where the fuck were you last night?’ she asked quietly but everyone heard it, causing Jeremy to laugh.

‘I don’t think I have to answer that Amanda’ Cillian responded with some irritation before taking the paper schedule off Kurt and walking to the utilities room. Of course, she noticed the small bruises on his neck. It was obvious to her that he’s been with another woman.

You and Jeremy followed Cillian knowing very well that, the last time he tried to use the copier in the utilities room, he almost broke it and one of the administration assistants had banned him from ever touching it again.

As you were gone, Kurt had time to speak to Amanda in private.

‘I think I have an idea as to where Cillian may have been last night’ he chuckled, catching Amanda’s interest.

#cillian murphy #Cillian Murphy x Reader #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy imagine #cillian murphy x you #cillian murphy x y/n

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theladyofdeath · 3 years ago

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Prompt: bat boys try to hide how drunk they are from the Archerons but Azriel starts to hiccup

"This....is supposed to be a nice dinner, so both of you, get your shit together." Cassian pointed his finger at his brothers, even though he could hardly walk a straight line.

"You get your shit together," Rhysand mumbled, jabbing Cassian in the face with his pointer-finger.

Cassian swatted his brother’s hand away. Behind them, Azriel remained quiet. His eyes were so glazed that he was certain he wasn’t seeing the world around him correctly, and he was about ready to fall over from where he rocked back and forth on his heels in Cassian’s garage.

“I’m serious,” Cassian said. “In three days, N-Nesta becomes my wife and, and tonight we’re celebrating with all of her friends. I promised her we’d make good impressions.”

“That was a stupid promise,” Rhysand mumbled, before laughing at his own comment.

Cassian attempted to try and hit Rhysand upside the back of his head, but he missed, and nearly fell over in the process. “Right. Here we go.”

Cassian pushed opened the garage door and entered the laundry room that led to the bright, decorated house beyond. Everyone from Nesta’s work was there, along with her bridal party and childhood friends. Basically, everyone that Nesta invited personally to the wedding was in their home, and Cassian’s brothers had taken him out for drinks.

It had gotten a little bit out of control.

To say the least.

“It’s so bright,” Azriel mumbled, holding on to the door frame as his eyes fell shut. “Why is everything so bright?”

Cassian took a deep breath as he swept into the hall and toward the living room, where everyone was. He had only said hello when he was taken by the hand and dragged into the enclosed kitchen.

He was looking down at a very stern Feyre.

“You’re drunk,” she said, simply.

“Am not,” Cassian lied.

Elain walked in a moment later with Rhysand and Azriel, and by the time Nesta walked into the room, a fight was about to erupt.

“What’s going on?” she hissed. “I need more wine-.”

“Ring out our husbands, they’re full of it,” Feyre muttered, gesturing to the three Illyrians leaning against the island.

Nesta slowly turned to face her fiance, brow raised. “I thought you were going out to dinner.”

“We did,” Cassian said. “It was nice.”

From the corner of the room, Azriel hiccuped. Five sets of eyes shot his way.

“See!” Feyre said, finger raised. “Drunk!”

“He’s not drunk, he just ate too much,” Cassian protested.

Azriel hiccuped again.

“Azriel only hiccups when he’s so drunk that he’s about to pass out,” Feyre argued, then looked to Rhysand. “I’ll deal with you when we get home.”

He slowly backed up, until his back hit the wall.

Elain went to Azriel and wrapped his large frame into her slender arms. “Poor baby.”

All the while, Nesta was looking between them all, with an emotionless glare.

When silence consumed the room, she broke into a fit of laughter, surprising them all - Cassian the most.

“Is this your I’m pissed laugh? Because it’s scaring me a little,” he said, as Azriel hiccuped from behind him.

“No,” Nesta began, cooling down, shaking her head. “No, I’m not mad. I just....I wanted everyone here to meet you so badly, and you show up drunk....” she started laughing, again, her head shaking more vigorously. “And I really don’t know why I expected anything differently.”

Cassian was so taken aback that he stilled, and Rhysand was still looking at his wife suspiciously, and Azriel was still hiccuping into Elain’s shoulder.

But Nesta had approached Cassian and placed her palm gently against his cheek. “Come meet my friends, please. You can be tipsy, just don’t puke on the coffee table.”

Cassian cleared his throat. “I have to be honest....I’m seeing two of you right now.”

Nesta grinned. “Twice the beauty.”

“Mhmm,” Cassian hummed, leaning down to press his lips softly to Nesta’s.

She quickly broke it. “Holy shit, your breath is awful.”

“I can go brush my teeth,” he muttered.

“Please do,” Nesta said, huffing a laugh. “Then come downstairs so I can introduce everyone to my husband.”

She kissed his cheek, and exited the kitchen, followed by Elain, and Feyre, who was watching her husband with narrowed eyes.

Cassian went upstairs to brush his teeth.

Rhysand went outside to hide from his wife.

And Azriel sat at the kitchen table, where he laid down his head and went to sleep.

#elriel #feysand #nessian #fanfic #fanfiction #acotar #taras 6k celebration #tara answers prompts #drabble #oneshot #nesta #elain #feyre #cassian #rhysand #azriel #modern au

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laurenairay · 2 years ago

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summer fair with both Tkachuk brothers, pleaseeee :) :) competing over who can eat the most fried foods, how many times on the rides until someone gets sick, betting on pigs in the pigs races, loosing hundreds of dollars on rigged games just to leave with like, one bouncy ball, sunburned, drunks at the end of the night concert, passed out laying on each other in the backseat on the way home

hey anon! I don't have anything like this where I live in the UK so i'm definitely intrigued! and I can see the Tkachuk brothers doing all of this so easily:

We all know how close the Tkachuk brothers are - Matthew and Brady love each other fiercely but my god are they competitive. Family time is sacred but that doesn't mean they take things easily.

Chantal suggesting that they all go to a summer fair won't change that either. I'm going to say you're dating one of them (your choice!) and this is your first time going to a summer fair with the family. Sure, Taryn, Keith and Chantal all warn you what the brothers are like but my god you could never have prepared yourself.

Competing over the fried food is bad enough. It's absolutely nothing they would eat during their seasons at all, and while the rest of you pick an item or two each and share, taking bites to try each others, Matthew and Brady would for sure take it upon themselves to have an eating competition, either making their own one up on the spot or joining an official one. Brady might win this one, but did either of them really win? Like, really? no winner can come of stuffing themselves silly.

Stupidly, the next move is the rides - and even though they both feel absolutely vile, somehow they end up competing to see how many times they can go on the rides before they puke. Taryn would just laugh and pat your shoulder in commiseration, walking off with Chantal to do literally anything else, leaving you with Keith, who would for sure also be laughing at his sons. Idiot boys, both of them - and yet here you are, watching and waiting for them to stop being dumbasses (they will never stop).

Unfortunately the puking only gives the two of them a second wind - they're ready to ramp up the day.

Thankfully your boyf does pay you some attention, holding your hand and drinking some water while his brother drinks water too, Keith leading the way across the fair to find Taryn and Chantal.

But then they would absolutely get distracted again, betting on the pig races, playing all of the rigged games, not giving up until they win something each which takes forever (by which time Taryn and Chantal have found you and Keith, and have brought you actual food while you watch the brothers with fond exasperation).

You dread to think how much money they spend on the games, no, you actually don't want to know. But they do eventually win a stupid little bracelet each as well as your boyf winning you a tiny stuffed toy, which earns you teasing from Taryn for sure. But it's cute - at least he hasn't forgotten you entirely in his battle with his brother.

By the time the end of day concert comes round, you would need the drink as much as anyone would, so you would be pretty liberal with how many beers/hard lemonades/idk you drink. Matthew and Brady? Sloppy drunks. But at this point you wouldn't expect anything else, and their happy smiles match your drunk happy energy, so you wouldn't care. Neither of them care either, and even though Keith and Taryn have to help you drag them back to the car, it's worth it.

Even if both of them start snoring as soon as Keith starts driving, passed out and drooling (Taryn would take photos, naturally) in the backseat.

(you'd get your apology the next morning, no problem. your boyf was raised better than that even if he is sheepish with his hangover).

#my writing #headcanon weekend #matthew tkachuk #brady tkachuk #tkachuk brothers headcanon #headcanon: summer fair

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study-coffee-chicago · 3 years ago

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Drunk Face (A Halstead brothers + Halstead sister! Imagine)

"Bye Y/N," Jay started as he grabbed his last duffle bag from beside the kitchen table. "Make good choices. Don't do anything stupid. Will's on shift tonight, but best believe I will find service if I get a call from him saying you got brought into Med or from a fellow cop saying that you got picked up."

"Jay, relax. I'll be fine. This isn't my first weekend staying home alone by myself," you said.

"Yes, but it's the first time you'll be home alone for the weekend when you're 21. That's what I worry about."

"Who says I didn't drink when I was home alone before I was 21?"

"Excuse me?" Jay asked, setting his duffle back down on the floor.

"I'm kidding. I wouldn't try that with you as my brother. If it was just Will, maybe."

"Nice to know I'm the stricter one."

"Jay, babe," Hailey asked as she walked back into the apartment, "you ready?"

"Yeah, just telling Y/N to make good choices," he replied as he picked up his bag once more.

"No, he just doesn't trust me, that's what this is, Hailey," you said.

"Jay, be nice to Y/N. She's a good kid. She'll be fine," Hailey said and brushed her arm up against Jay.

"She's 21."

"Pretty sure she only drinks seltzers. It's hard to get drunk super fast off of those unless you shotgun them."

"What's that?"

"Nothing!" they both exclaimed.

"Okay, okay. I'll just google it." Jay opened the door and let Hailey out first and then followed her out. "Have fun! Use protection!" you yelled before you closed the door.

"My God," Jay laughed. "You've been spending way too much time with Adam."

"Leave! Make smart choices!" Then, you closed the door behind them for a weekend by yourself.

A few hours later you got home from the liquor store with your premade mango Jose Cuervo margarita. First, you grabbed a lemon-y kind of beer from the mini-fridge where Jay kept all the alcohol. You drank that with your dinner. Then, you turned on your favorite tv show and poured yourself a glass of that mango margarita.

***

God, you didn't even feel that drunk. You had drank a can of that beer and two and a half glasses of that mango margarita...which was about 1/2-2/3 of the bottle...and it was a big bottle.

You walked upstairs to go to the bathroom. You were a little buzzed, but not as bad as one time when you drank a margarita and three white claws. And, you drank those fast and you just fell asleep with a dopey, drunk smile on your face. You were hungover the next day, but you were just tired; you'd never thrown up from drinking before. You just kept your buzz going for a bit.

But, when you sat on the toilet and started going to the bathroom, you felt sweat start to bead on your face. "Aw, shit," you muttered.

You took a deep breath and stood up to wash your hands. As you were standing up, you started to get hot and your stomach started to hurt. The world seemed to spin a bit, too. So, after you washed your hands, you just laid down on the fluffy, light blue rug of the bathroom, breathing in and out slowly and occasionally groaning in pain.

Eventually, you decided to stand up, grab some water, and made your way to your room. Since you were already in your pajamas, you just went right to bed, after all, it was after midnight.

You laid in bed and tried to get the pain in your stomach to stop by changing positions and jamming your knee into your stomach.

Bad plan.

You felt the familiar feeling of a lump rising in your throat. But, you were so tired and buzzed that you hoped this wouldn't happen.

But, then it did, all the alcohol came up and out of your mouth, leaving you with the stale taste of margarita in your mouth and vomit all over your shirt and bedsheets.

God, you thought of just falling asleep right there. But, that was disgusting.

So, you grabbed your phone and made your way to the bathroom. You were still sweating, practically panting at this point while you leaned over the toilet, just trying to keep it down.

This was hell.

This had never happened before...and you had drank the same amount before.

Something was wrong.

Maybe it was the fact you just started a new acne medication a week ago. Yeah, that was probably it. It had to be that, it just had to be.

You heaved and then puked again.

Once you were finished, you grabbed your phone from the bathroom counter. You couldn't call Will. He was on shift and if he had to come, he'd most definitely tell Jay and then he'd never let you stay home alone overnight again.

So, you chose a different number: Kim Burgess.

"C'mon...pick up..." you muttered.

"Hello?"

Shit, that wasn't Kim. It was Adam. Had you called the wrong number? Were they sleeping together? You knew they were basically together, but to find out in this kind of way was kind of weird. Were they--

"Y/N? Hello?" Adam asked again.

"Y/N's calling?" you heard Kim say in the background.

You felt the familiar lump in your throat and puked again.

"Y/N! Are you okay? Are you there?" Adam asked frantically.

"Put it on speaker," you heard Kim say.

"Y/N, you're on speaker. What's going on?"

You wiped your mouth. "I- I drank too much and I'm on a new acne medication and I'm throwing up and I can't call Will because he's working and I don't know what to do," you rushed out before you could puke again. "Can you come over?"

"We'll be right there. Hang tight, kid," Adam said. "Me and Kim are on our way."

"You need us to stay on the phone, Y/N?" Kim asked.

"No, I- I should be fine until you get here."

"Okay, we'll be there soon."

One of the two hung up the phone and you started to feel hot again, but your stomach didn't hurt. And, even though laying on the rug of your bathroom with alcohol-smelling vomit on your shirt wasn't the best idea, you did it anyway because you were so tired.

***

"He's gotta be the stupidest person alive to put his spare key above his door. That's where everyone puts it. Dumbass," Adam said to Kim as they stood outside your apartment door.

"Adam, just open the damn door," Kim told him.

Adam reached the key and unlocked the door. "Alexa, play Drunk Face by Machine Gun Kelly," Adam joked.

"Adam! Not the time!"

Kim started walking around the apartment, trying to find you. "Y/N, where are you? It's Kim and Adam, no one's broken in. It's just us. We're here to help."

"Kim," Adam whispered. He nodded his head towards the bathroom door.

Kim threw herself to the floor and looked through the tiny crack. "She's in there. She's laying down."

Adam immediately went to open the door.

"Shit," he said when he saw you lying there with your eyes closed, vomit all on your shirt.

"Mhm, don't tell Will and Jay," you groaned.

"Oh thank God, she's conscious," Adam said.

"Y/N, can you stand up so we can get you out of these clothes? Maybe take a shower?" Kim suggested.

"Tired," you told her.

"I know, I know you're tired. But we have to get you out of these clothes before you can go to bed," Kim said. You groaned again. "How about Adam goes and grabs you a new shirt and then I help you into the shower. How does that sound?"

"Okay."

"Adam?"

"On it."

When Adam went to your room, he was immediately hit by the smell of vomit. You had planned on washing your sheets once you had cleaned yourself up, but you felt so bad, that you had just left it and figured you'd get to it when you finally got yourself up and out of the bathroom.

He quickly rifled through your dresser and found a t-shirt. Then, he went back upstairs to find the door closed, so he quickly knocked on it.

Kim had helped you take your shirt off and had thrown it in the sink. You were currently standing up, back facing her, as you waited for Adam to come back with your clean t-shirt.

"Babe, I grabbed the shirt. She okay in there?" Adam asked.

"Just about to take a shower," Kim answered. "Hand it to me when I open the door."

Kim opened the door and Adam handed her the shirt and then she handed it to you.

"Am I good to leave here, Y/N? Or do you need help?" Kim asked.

"I'll be fine," you told her. "But please don't tell Jay or Will."

"Y/N, you got drunk and went over your limits everyone does it. It's—"

"Please," you begged.

"Just, take a shower. We'll figure this out later."

"Okay."

Then, Kim left the bathroom and you took a shower.

"She puked on her bed," Adam said.

"She doesn't want us to tell Jay or Will," Kim said at the same time.

"Okay, wait," Adam started, "say yours again."

"She doesn't want us to tell Jay or Will," Kim said.

"Why not? Everyone does it at least once when they first start out drinking."

"I don't know. Maybe she didn't want to disappoint them?"

"Could be. So, do we tell them or not?"

"I mean, she asked us not to, and I don't think we should. She trusts us enough to call us, so I think we shouldn't break that trust."

"I guess you're right. But, we have another problem."

"And what's that?" Kim asked.

"She tossed her cookies on her sheets."

"Shit, okay," Kim sighed.

"Hey, thanks for coming," you said as you walked out of the bathroom five minutes later in clean pajamas. It's not like you had to wash your hair or anything, just your body.

"You're welcome," Kim said. She pulled a chair out from under the kitchen table and sat down. "Honey, Adam saw your sheets when he walked into your room to grab you a shirt. Do you need any help with that?"

"No, I was gonna clean it up and then I puked and I got hot and then I took a shower and—"

"Y/N, it's okay. We know you're exhausted because you just got all sick. So, how about you strip your bed and throw your sheets in the washer and me and Adam will make your bed. How's that sound?"

You nodded. "Thank you guys so much. And, you guys can take the margarita mix if you want. I never wanna taste that stuff again."

"Don't mind if we do."

"Adam!" Kim smacked him on the chest.

"What? Free alcohol."

"God, you're a college kid in a thirty-year-old's body."

"That's right. Now, let's get this college kid to bed."

***

"Ruz, where'd you get this?" Kevin asked when he saw the leftover margarita on Adam's desk that he brought to share with the unit.

"Oh, Y/N gave it to us when me and Kim went over to help her Friday night when she got shitfaced and puked all over," Adam answered casually.

Kim smacked his chest. "Adam!" She glanced over at Jay who was making his way over to them, an angry expression on his face.

"Y/N got shitfaced this weekend?" Jay asked as he crossed his arms over his chest and gave Adam a stern look.

"Well, it wasn't really shitfaced because she was still fully conscious and lucid. She was a bit buzzed, and she puked."

"And you know this how?"

"Jay," Kim started, "she did the right thing. She didn't know what to do, so she called an adult."

"She called both of you?" Jay asked.

"Well, uh, she called me but Adam picked up since we were at my apartment..." Kim trailed off.

"Gotcha," Jay said. "Well, I'm glad you helped her. Thanks for that. But me and Will will definitely be having a conversation with her tonight."

***

"So, how was Wisconsin?" you asked as you, Jay, and Will sat down to eat some paninis you and Jay had cooked up later that night.

"It was great," Jay answered.

"What'd you do?"

"Went on the boat, slept in, jumped off in the lake, Hailey made cinnamon rolls, the usual," Jay answered.

"Do you two remember when you guys had me jump off in the middle of the lake without a life jacket?" you asked.

"Oh, yeah," Will laughed. "We had our asses handed to us by Mom after that."

"We gonna jump off, Will?" Eight-year-old you asked your oldest brother who had just come home from college for summer break.

"Duh," Jay replied. "That's the best part, silly!"

"Yes! That's so much fun!" You grabbed your little life jacket and Jay helped you into the boat because sometimes you'd get scared you'd fall into the water in the space between the boat and the dock.

"When can I drive the boat?" you asked as you sat down next to Jay and Will sat in the captain's chair and started backing the boat out.

"When you're eighteen," Will answered.

"But that's ten years!" you protested. "That's too long!"

"It'll go by fast," Jay promised.

"No, it won't." Jay just laughed at your remark.

Ten minutes later, you were out in the middle of the lake and Will was dropping anchor while Jay set up the ladder.

Once that was all set, Jay jumped off the boat without a life jacket. You followed him, but with a life jacket of course. After a few jumps, you took your life jacket off while you took a sip of your red kool-aid. You didn't have to wear your life jacket unless you were in the water. The boys were currently standing on the boat about to jump off again, but they started whispering amongst the two of them.

"Hey, Y/N," Jay started, "What do you think about jumping off the boat without a life jacket?"

"So, like you Will? Like big kids?" you asked, cocking your head to the side.

"Exactly. Will would be in the water and I'd be up here and you'd just jump to him."

"I dunno. Mom and Dad always told me to wear my life jacket when I jump off. I don't wanna get in trouble."

"You won't."

Will jumped in the water and swam a bit further away than usual so you had room to jump in. "C'mon, Y/N! You've taken swimming lessons, you can do it!" he encouraged.

"I- I dunno, Will. How deep is it?"

"Um," he faltered. "Maybe ten of me?"

There's no way you'd be able to touch that!

"You'll be fine," Jay reassured. "Will will be right there. But, you gotta swim to him."

"He won't catch me? But, what if the water monsters get me and pull me under?"

"There's no water monsters," Jay told you.

But, if the water was as deep as Jay said it was, then how does he know?

"I changed my mind," you said quickly. "I want my life jacket back."

"Y/N, you'll be fine," Jay told you.

"No!" you wailed and reached for your life jacket, but Jay grabbed it and threw it in the water to Will.

"If you want it, you have to get it from Will," he told you."

"No!" your lip started to tremble and tears started to form in your eyes. "You get it!"

"Nope, it's yours. You get it."

"But you threw it!"

"And I'm gonna throw you in!"

You tried to run away, but it was too late. And, where would you go? You were on a boat after all.

"J--" You tried to yell, but you were already flying through the air and into the lake without a life jacket.

You hated the feeling of falling into the water without getting pulled back up immediately because of your life jacket. You had swallowed water, too so that wasn't helpful. You kicked your little legs as hard as you could to get back above the water, and when you did, you coughed and sputtered, trying to get the water out of your mouth and take in some much-needed air.

"Shit, Jay!" you heard Will yell as he quickly swam over to you with your life jacket and grabbed you by the waist. "Why'd you do that?" Then, he turned his attention to you. "It's okay, you're okay. Just breathe. I've got you. I've got you."

He set one hand on your back as you started climbing the ladder and then climbed up after you. Then, he shoved Jay in the water.

"What the hell, man?" Jay exclaimed when he broke the surface.

"Dude, I didn't know you were gonna throw her in! Mom's gonna kill you!"

"No, she's gonna kill us! You just swam there and let it happen!"

"You didn't jump off the boat without a parent there for a long time after that," Jay stated.

"And for good reason! I could've drowned!" you argued.

"Will was there. He would've gotten you."

"That's not the point! And I'm pretty sure that's the same logic Mom used when she took your car keys away from you for the rest of the summer and didn't let Will's girlfriend stay over when she was visiting him."

You ate your food for a bit and then Jay turned to you. "So, Y/N, we need to talk."

You gulped. There's no way Adam and Kim told him what happened! They promised!

"About what?" you asked.

"About you getting drunk on Friday night and calling Kim and Adam because you got sick," Jay explained.

"I don't know what you're--"

"Cut the bullshit. Adam told us in the bullpen today. So, I suggest you explain what happened."

So, you explained because you knew not to argue with Jay when he used that tone.

"Y/N, do you know about proofs on alcohol?" Jay asked.

"No, what are those?"

"It's the amount of alcohol in a drink. For example, seltzers typically have 3-5% alcohol in them, but margaritas like the one you apparently bought that Adam has now, has about 19% alcohol."

You widened your eyes. "So, I can't just go on how many glasses I'm drinking?"

"No way. Why do you think shots come in tiny glasses? Because they have lots of alcohol in a small volume."

"Oh, oops. Sorry."

"Y/N," Will started, "This isn't an oops thing. You could've seriously died from that if you kept drinking." You furrowed your eyebrows. "There's this thing called alcohol poisoning. It's when you drink too much alcohol in a short amount of time, so your body can't filter it in your liver fast enough. And, you just got on a new acne medication, so that's also filtered in your liver. Because of this, your liver's working overtime, which could be why you didn't feel super drunk but still threw up."

"Oh, okay." You knew you sounded dismissive, but you were embarrassed about what you'd done.

"Don't you get that this was dangerous?" Jay asked. "You could've died if you kept going!"

"Jay--"

"No, she needs to know this, Will. If you kept drinking, then you could've gotten seriously sick and had to go to the hospital! That's why bartenders cut people off: so they don't get sick because people can die from alcohol poisoning!"

"I'm sorry, okay! I'm embarrassed because I didn't think I even had that much and I didn't even know what a proof was!"

Jay's eyes softened. "Y/N, we're just trying to protect you. Why do you think we told you all that stuff about not leaving your drink unattended at a bar or watching the bartender make your drink and not just taking it from someone? It's because we're trying to keep you safe, Short Stack."

You nodded. "You're right. I really am sorry. And, you don't have to worry about me drinking a lot until I'm off that medication...or ever really."

Will chuckled. "Yeah, we figured as much."

A/N: I threw a few requests together and this is what I came up with. I wrote this in a day btw. (Also, I did get drunk like this once and I'm pretty sure it was because of the combination of the acne medication and the alcohol. Always drink responsibly and only drink if you're of the legal drinking age.) Anyway, thanks for reading and please reblog/like and comment and tell me what you think! As, always, just tell me if you want to be added to my taglist and I'll add you!

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