#cause the dude is LITERALLY walking around the area naked!

[fandommadnessthings]

Silly AU idea

Sonic and Zielo are somehow stuck in some sort of other world with big fluffy himself losing his powers and the only exception is having a bit of Sonic's abilities. FYI spindash, speed, durability, etc

Now they must withstand getting on each other's nerves and find a away out of the strange somewhat of a "peace" realm

[rebeccccccaaa]

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🅁🄴🅀🅄🄴🅂🅃🄴🄳: obsessedwithmarvelman

hey there. i am new here so i don't know much. could you please do something fluffy where the reader is a doctor and bucky comes to her house after fighting with some dudes. All he wants is sex but she takes care of his wounds. and it ends with a smut. by the way i love your work. 💞

🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: smut 18+, angst-ish, fluffy, fwb to lovers, cw; bl00d, gashes, and ouchies lol

🄰🅄🅃🄷🄾🅁’🅂 🄽🄾🅃🄴🅂: dude, this such a good concept i literally could not wait to write this omggggg please enjoy babes ps i know nothing medical but i did take a year long course in high school retaining to sports medicine so i think i did ok? Idk lmao

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You were in the middle of watching whatever sitcom was being aired, at this point there’s too many to keep track, when loud and hard knocks boomed through the quiet apartment. You set your snack down and walked to the door wondering who could possibly be a guest in the dead night.

“Buck?”  you answered the door to see the gorgeous man clutching his side.

“Did you get my text?” he asked quickly.

“No, I’m sorry I- uh I didn’t-”

“Doesn’t matter,” he barged through your door.

“Is everything alrig-” Bucky interrupted you mid sentence grabbing your throat and pulling you into a deep and messy kiss.

“God, I need you so fucking bad,” he mumbled against your lips; of you which you gladly leaned into to give him what he needed.

You slipped your hands around his waist when he suddenly flinched and breathed in harshly through his gritted teeth. You took his hand away from your throat and assessed his state clearly understanding he was in no shape to have sex; at least not now.

“What happened?” you asked worriedly.

“Nothing, I just need you,” he tried to lean in again but you dodged his kiss moving under his arm to grab a first aid.

“Y/n, I don’t need whatever it is you're getting. Super soldier, remember?” he chuckled breathlessly

“Oh, I remember, Sargent. Which is why…” you emerged from the bathroom with first aid and a bottle of alcohol and peroxide in hand, “the sooner we patch you up, the faster you’ll heal.”

“Ok, doctor,” he said sarcastically.

“Excuse me, don’t mock my title,” you grinned.

“Not only can I assist you in need sexual frustration or as you call it, your personal fuck buddy, but I help you out when you come me to looking like the goddamn crypt keeper covered in blood,” you smiled sarcasically, which made Bucky chuckle.

“Now take your shirt off, let me assess the damage.”

When he did there was a huge gash spilling blood on the side of his ribs. Bruise and cuts litter his stomach and chest, even his arms. You gasped and your heart ached for him and even though he wasn’t in immense pain because of the serum, the fact that this is what it took for him to be in any pain scared you.

“Did you really think you could get away with fucking me in this condition?” you asked; you were upset.

“I didn’t want to worry you. Besides it doesn’t hurt anymore and I’m gonna stop bleeding,” he brushed off.

“Fuck you, Bucky. Didn’t want to worry me my ass. And if you stained every surface in my apartment?”

“I’ll buy you a new apartment,” he smiled, his beautiful stunning smile, shit.

“Fuck off,” you said making him chuckle.

You swiped the blood away gently with a towel soaked in peroxide. You applied a bit of triple antibiotic ointment on his smaller cuts even though it was unlikely they’d become infected but you took precaution nonetheless.

Bucky watched you with soft eyes. He thought about when you said the he called you his ‘personal fuck buddy’. It didn’t sit right with him anymore. His face held a somber look and you looked up at him concerned.

“Are you ok?” you said softly.

“Yeah,” he whispered.

You took an emergency stitching kit and although everything comes pre sterilized you poured the alcohol over the curved needle and threaded it through the bruised skin. Bucky tensed under your cold hands and flinched at the first stitch. Your head instantly shot up to make sure he was alright.

“I’m ok, angel,” he reassured.

You continued to stitch his wound expertly and yet again he flinched ever so slightly but you caught immediately apologizing.

“Doll, it’s ok. It’s like a little pinch, relax.”

“I’m sorry; I don’t usually have to do this to people I care about,” you said smoothly as if it was something you always said; you care about him.

“Well, don’t worry too much about me, darling,” he smirked.

“Hey, I have every right to worry about the man I fool around with,” you said playfully.

“That’s one way of putting it,” Bucky laughed. You finished stitching his wound and cleaning any areas to prevent infections and grabbed a cloth bandage to place over it in case it bleeds again.

“There. Do you need anything else? Water? Food; are you hungry?” you stood up.

“Not for food,” he said lowly, making your stomach flip.

“You’re still horny?” you played off the butterflies.

“Only for you darling, you’re addictive,” he moved his hands under your large shirt easily.

“No, you're insatiable,” you threw back.

“Yet you feed my desperate appetite.”

“Shall I stop then?”

“If you had the willpower, you would’ve by now. Maybe you’re just as addicted as I am,” he leaned in.

“Maybe I am,” you whispered.

“Well? Are you gonna stop me?” he teased.

“Of course not.”

Bucky crashed his lips against yours hungrily and you melted against his body perfectly. His hands squeezed your sides gently making you smile and Bucky picked you up and carried you to the bedroom; a place he knew like the back of his hand, so many nights spent with you that he cherished more than he’d like to admit.

When he got to the bedroom you released your feet down to the floor and Bucky helped you land gracefully. You grabbed his hand and led to sit comfortably on your bed. You kissed him passionately and soon after slowly kneeled to the ground in front of him. Bucky’s lust-blown eyes hungrily drank you in as you sank to the floor.

“You don't have to-”

“Uh-uh, you need to relax and let me take care of you, baby,” you rubbed his thighs slowly making Bucky squirm under you.

You pulled his pants down his legs and pressed light kisses to his thighs before grabbing his hard cock in your hand. You pumped up and down in your hand and Bucky’s head fell back and he sighed pleasurably

You licked the underside of his cock and Bucky moaned; he was already turning into putty in your hands and you barely touched him. You circled your tongue around the swollen tip before placing the head inside your mouth. You tried your best to breathe steadily through your nose as you sucked hard, hollowing your cheeks around his dick.

“Fuck, Y/n,” Bucky threaded his hand thorugh your hair and pulled you further down on his length.

Your hand pumped for what you couldn’t take in your mouth and you moaned around his cock. The vibrations from your throat made Bucky climax and spurts of hot ribbons of cum shot down your throat. You pulled away from him and Bucky’s legs trembled subtly. Cum dripped down the side of your chin and you swiped it into your mouth and sucked on your fingers seductively staring into his eyes making Bucky groan lowly.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby,” he pulled close and kissed you sildly he could taste himself on your tongue and he instantly became hard again.

You practically tore your shirt and pants off, pouncing on Bucky playfully. He laughed before kissing you again and flipping you delicately onto your back. He kissed your neck and collarbones gingerly, his hands roaming around your naked body.

His thigh pressed between yours and he could feel the wetness from your core spreading across his skin. Your fingertips grazed his sides as you sighed from his soft lips against your burning skin. Bucky’s hands fell between your bodies and pumped his cock a couple times before lining up with your slick entrance.

His tip flicked your sensitive clit ever so subtly and just that alone made your entire body jerk. You could feel the puffs of air escape Bucky in the crook of your neck as he chuckled.

“Bucky, please,” you whimpered.

“Please what, baby? What do you want; tell me,” he whispered against your ear.

“Fuck me, please. Bucky, I need you,” your nails clawed at his skin on his back and Bucky hissed immediately pushing into you passed your folds.

His thrusts weren’t exactly soft but they weren’t quick. It was the perfect tempo, rutting into you roughly and slowly. His hips snapping against yours harshly surely to leave bruises to commemorate his time spent with you.

You moans were loud against Bucky’s ear but he loved every second of it. He loved hearing you fall apart under him; so much he perked his head up and watched your beautiful features contort in pleasure caused by him and only him. Your body moving against his like a ragdoll as he had his way with you just like you always let him.

Your legs wrapped around Bucky’s torso pulling closer to you. He started hitting a new angle of which made your eyes roll back and your back arched. His grunts mixed with your high pitched moans and echoed throughout the entire apartment.

Bucky cupped your face softly with his metal hand and traced your lips as he continued to thrust into you. His thumb passed your lips into your mouth and your eyes flashed a sparkle of mischievous as you began to suck on his thumb. Your tongue circled his thumb as you had done to his dick not so long ago and Bucky groaned at the erotic sight.

You released his metal thumb with an exasperated pop and Bucky crashed his lips down to you. The bed under you two shook and hit the wall; surely to annoy the hell out of any neighbors home in the late hours, which was more than likely.

“Fuck, Bucky! I’m gonna cum!” you whimpered.

“Cum baby. I’m right behind you, doll,” he pressed his forehead against yours looking into your eyes intimately.

Your entire body shook against his. You saw stars in your eyes, your toes curled, your back arched; you felt euphoric. When you came down from your high you opened your eyes and found those special blue eyes, the ones you simultaneously sought comfort and desire in.

Bucky looked down on you with a small smile before leaning down again to kiss you faintly before cleaning the both you up generously. He went to gather his clothes and for a moment you reminded yourself that he wasn’t yours, he didn’t live here, he had to go now; just like always.

“Bucky, will you be alright?” you asked gingerly.

“Um,” he looked down at his gash that no longer held those badnages you carefully placed and simply revealed his already scarring flesh that you expertly stitched up; you were a doctor after all.

“I should probably stay, you know in case I need your help,” he said shyly; it was suggestive because you and him both knew that he wasn’t going to need help, he was going to be in perfect condition again by morning but neither of you could say goodbye to each other.

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing,” you said timidly.

Bucky smiled softly and crawled back into bed with you. He pulled your warm naked body against his and you practically melted into his side. You fit like a perfect puzzle piece. His hand caressed your side bringing goosebumps to skin and you chuckled when Bucky realized what he did.

“Stop, that tickles,” you said muffled as your head was buried shyly into the crook of Bucky’s neck.

“What?” he feigned innocence.

“Fuck off,” you both laughed breathlessly.

There was a moment of silence that rested between you two. What you had was quite domestic but you weren’t in a relationship. Without the other knowing, you both thought about what life could be like for the two of you if you did say the words.

“Y/n,” he whispered.

“Hm?”

“Can I tell you something?” he whispered, you instantly knew what he was going to say; you felt it.

“I love you, too,” you whispered.

“Really?” he asked, surprised.

“Yeah,” you cupped his face, “I do.”

Bucky kissed you and gently rubbed his nose against yours before asking, “Can you say it again?”

“I love you.”

“Again.”

“I love you so much,” you curled your fingers in his tangled hair.

“Oh god, please, again,” he practically moaned.

“I love you. I love you. I love you, Bucky.”

You leaned back to look at him and noticed tears brimming his eyes; you gently wiped them away kissing his cheeks. This feeling was entirely new to him. He felt overwhelmed a bit but he loved you so much it was all he could think about right now. He didn’t exactly know when he really fell in love but it didn’t matter because here you were in his arms, actually his, and he wasn’t gonna let you go. Not a million years.

“I love you.”

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[gaarasgirlfriend]

beach day with the bnha boys

oh to go to the beach with a cute anime boy😔 hope you guys enjoy!!

midoriya izuku

this boy is so excited to spend some time with you at the beach!! he double checked that he packed sunscreen, a towel, and an umbrella!!

when you guys finally get to the beach he’s literally smiling so much because it’s so nice outside and he’s so excited to have a nice beach day with you!!

so after picking your spot and settling down, he’s watching the water

“y/n-chan look at how blue the wa-“ his voice suddenly dies down when he looks over to see you taking off your shirt and shorts

his face immediately erupts in red and he finds himself gulping

the way you look in that bikini has him so embarrassed!! he thinks you look so beautiful and he whimpers a bit when his eyes trail down to see your curves. how’d he score a s/o as beautiful as you??

“c’mon izuku!! let’s go!!” you’d say, dragging him forward before he cried out, “w-what about s-sunscreen?”

“oh yeah! i almost forgot about that, good thing you remembered!”

his face would get even more red as he saw you put the sunscreen all over your body, averted his eyes when you put some on your chest

“hey could you get my back?” you smiled sweetly to him

he gulped but nodded, “o-of course!”

and so, with trembling hands, he put sunscreen on your back and relished in the feeling of your soft skin under his calloused, rough hands.

if you have a small groan because of the way he was massaging you this poor boy would probably combust

“huh? izuku are you alright?”

covering up his nosebleed, he would give you a thumbs up sign, “y-yes, lets get in the w-water now y/n-chan.”

todoroki shouto

todoroki is excited to spend some time with you!! it was an exceptionally hot day and when you begged him to go to the beach with you, he was more than glad

of course, he offered to cool you down with his ice powers but you had pouted and said, “where’s the fun in that? c’mon, let’s go to the beach shouto!!”

and who was he to deny a person as cute as you?

anyways, you guys make it to the beach

he’s very unaware of all the girls checking him out, especially while he’s shirtless

finally finding a secluded area, you guys set up your things

he sees a couple having some ice cream and decides to get you some as well

“wait right here y/n, i’ll be back.”

he comes back balancing two cones, double scooped of course because he knows how to treat you like a queen.

“i got you cookies and cream, that was the ice cream you got on our second date.”

“thanks so much shouto! you’re the best!” you say before hugging him, careful as to not make him drop the ice cream

while hugging, he suddenly notices that you’re not wearing a shirt

and that he can very much feel your skin against his

specifically your chest

he slightly blushes at the physical contact but clears his throat once you let go of him. giving you your ice cream, he silently takes you in, admiring how beautiful you look in your swimsuit.

his eyes linger on your chest before he drags them up to meet your eyes

with a small smile he grabs your hand, “you look wonderful y/n, now let’s finish these so we can go in the water.”

tbh his ice cream melts in his hand because his eyes are fixating one the way your tongue is lapping at your frozen treat

he can’t really take it anymore and drags you to the water, making you drop the ice cream

“shouto~ you made me drop my ice cream!” you pouted

“i brought my dad’s credit card, i’ll just get you another one.”

kaminari denki

he’s the one who begs you to go to the beach

it had been an extremely hot day, and he just wanted to swim

of course he thinks about asking his bro todoroki to use his ice on him before he thinks of something better

going to the beach with you!!

he totally didn’t decide to go to the beach because of the thought of you in a bathing suit. totally not.

‘i wonder if she’s gonna wear a one-piece or two-piece?’ his mind is racing with thoughts of you half-naked

but he can’t help it!! he just thinks you’re so beautiful!!

when you guys are finally at the beach, he’s literally emitting little sparks of electricity because he’s so excited

“calm down there babe, before you electrify everyone in the water.” you chuckled as you guys picked out your spot

“heheh~” he doesn’t say anything to you bc he doesn’t want you to think he’s being creepy

he sucks in his breath when you finally pull your shirt over your head

he jaw drops a bit when he sees that you have on a bikini

you only giggled at his reaction while taking off your shirts, watching his adam’s apple bob as he gulped

“like what you see babe?” you playfully winked at him

he could only dumbly nod, “i really do...”

okay so you decide to bathe in the sun for a bit, lying on your stomach trying to get a nice tan

it would’ve been so peaceful if you didn’t feel your boyfriend’s piercing stare trained on you

“denki, i can feel your stare.” you mumbled, your eyes still closed as you layed your head on your arms

he didn’t say anything, continuing to marvel at your beautiful backside

you peaked at him with one eyes and slowly got up, “what’s wrong? why are you staring at me?”

he met your eyes and solemnly said, “your butt is nice.”

your face heated up at his words, “denki!” you smacked his arm playfully as he just shrugged with a grin

“just speaking facts! anyways are you gonna head in the water or are you just gonna continue lying down like that? because believe me, i have no problem watching you like this.”

you rolled your eyes with a smile, “let’s go swim you dork.”

“i’m your dork.” he dumbly smiled at you

you shook your head, “that, you are.”

kirishima eijirou

he was so excited!! a beach day, with you?? sign him up!!

it had been such a hot day and when you mentioned that you were going to the beach, he immediately asked if he could tag along

“can i come with you babe? it’s soo hot outside!”

and now the two of you are at the beach, putting down the beach towels and umbrella

“look y/n-chan! a volleyball court! let’s play later!”

“okay! be prepared to lose to me though.” you laughed while taking your shirt off

kirishima didn’t respond, instead watching you as you took off your loose shirt and shorts

he felt his face flush as he admired your body, his eyes trailing up and down, stopping when they met with your ass

he gulped

“c’mon babe, let’s go in the water!” you said as you dragged him.

with you in front of him, his eyes were glued to your lower half. he felt bad, but he couldn’t help it! your body was so perfect!

finally in the water, you sighed in bliss as you felt the small waves licking your calves, walking a bit more until the water reached your abdomen

dropping your body in the water, you emerged while throwing your hair back, careful to not get it in your face

kirishima was of course, staring in awe as you did that, comparing you to a mermaid in his mind

“it’s so nice! going to the beach was seriously a good idea!”

“yeah, it really was.” he whispered

“why am i the only one wet right now? let’s get you in some water mister!” you said before latching your arms around his shoulders, causing your poor boyfriend to sputter as he felt you so close to him

that of course all stopped when you dragged him underwater with him, causing him to emerge with his hair down

“babe! your hair is down! you look so cute!”

“thanks y/n-chan, you look quite beautiful yourself.” he said with a bashful smile, hugging your body

bakugou katsuki

“oi, i’m heading to the beach. come with me.” he says.

you oblige because hell, it was hot as hell outside

and so after packing everything you would need, the two of you venture outside and hop on one of the buses

while on the bus, he thinks about what he would do at the beach with you. but his mind also drifts to you in a swimsuit and that has him blushing and scowling, facing away from you while you can only stare at him confused

finally arriving at the beach, bakugou grins manically while he takes his shirt off

“hurry up idiot!! if you take any longer, i’m going to go in the water without you!” he exclaimed while waiting impatiently

“slow down! i haven’t even put any sunscreen on! much less, even take my shirt off!” you mumbled before grabbing the end of your t-shirt to peel it off your body

cue a blushing bakugou as an embarrassed expression came across his face

“what’s wrong bakugou? your face is really hot.” you said, looking up at the taller boy with concern in your eyes

he didn’t say anything and just looked away, scowling a bit as his face heated up even more

he then noticed some dudes walking guy were checking you out

his eyebrow twitched in anger as he yelled at them, “OI!! stop staring you dumbasses, something wrong with your eyes?!?”

they squeaked and ran away

you suddenly put two and two together, “ahh, so that’s what this is all about.”

he whipped his head to you, “what do you mean dumbass?”

you shrugged with a playful grin, “damn, i didn’t realize i looked this good in this bikini.”

his face flushed once again as he furrowed his brows, “dumb girl i don’t-“

he froze when he was suddenly hugged, he could feel your chest against his and that had bakugou’s mind in a frenzy

“W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING DUMBASS?! GET OFF ME YOU PERVERTED GIRL!” he said while embarrassed, making no real attempt at escaping your hold

your lips found his ear and whispered, “i think you look pretty good yourself.”

pulling away with a wink, you giggled as you made your way to the water

bakugou’s eyes followed your figure and admired your behind before he realized, “OI! GET BACK HERE!”

and dashed towards you, picking you up with his hands supporting your knees and back

rushing in the water and throwing you in, he cackled

when you finally emerged from the water he whispered in your ear, “that’ll teach you for teasing me.”

he smirked at your red face

oh today was going to be a fun day for him

[redhawtriot]

kiri n the reader have a platonic relationship, but every once in a while they'll get together in secret n watch movies together? its their little thing, bcuz when they watch romcoms (which is smn i definitely see kiri secretly liking) they both get a bit sappy during it n only trust each other to be that emotionally vulnerable around? kiri doesn't want to look weak n the reader is usually reserved they both feel comfortable ugly sobbing n huggin it out together b4 swearing not to tell a soul

Tip Jar ☕- Not expected but always appreciated💞

This was so much fun to write😂 I added a lil twist and made the reader BAKUGOU’s TWIN SISTER!!

I feel like you probably wanted this to be really cute, but I don’t think I translated into that well…. 😅 but I really I laughed a lot though, so I hope you enjoy it half as much as I did! ❤️

Thanks for the great request!

HnM💕

Tectonic Plates and Platonic Dates.  (Kirishima x Reader (friendship))

You could honestly never get over how absolutely pathetic you probably looked as you sat a sobbing, wet mess in Kirishima’s bed. 

The two of you had seen your fair share of these kinds of things since your friendship began not too long ago; however, no matter how many times you witnessed it, it would still bring tears to your eyes when the girl towards the end of a rom/com would almost loose hope in her significant other, just to be swept off her feet in the end. 

Like, how many goddamn fight scenes and heartbreak soundtracks would it take before you had a heart of steel? The world may just find out how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop first. 

“Sally totally deserves better than this man, but I want them to find happiness so bad, bro,” Kiri whispered as he scooted closer to you in his bed to hand you a tissue, “Why did he give me such a tough ultimatum? Not manly at all, dude,” he finished as he shook his head and solemnly retreated deeper into his covers for comfort.

“Yeah, fuck Harry for making my eyes hurt,” you quietly replied with a choked sob before blowing your nose into the towel. 

God, if only Bakugou could see you now. How would your brother think of you, his tough-as-nails, older twin– reduced to a ball of tears next to his best friend by corny cinematography. 

Damn good corny cinematography. 

But that’s beside the point. Damn good or not, it was absolutely dire that the two of you kept your scandalous rom/com meetings a secret. Kirishima being the human embodiment of manliness would never dare bruise his masculinity by watching the “About Time”, and the mature, big sister of the all-mighty Bakugou twins would never forsake feminist movements of the last 70 years and watch crap like “Hitch” or “Love Actually.”

So why did you two have to catch each other at the premier of Mama Mia 2 a few months ago?

Little did you know that that day would only be the beginning to many secret meetings between you two closeted cornballs. What had started out as an accidental (and awkward) interaction at the movie theaters turned out to birth a series of the most classified operational meetings of the century. 

A secret tradition that was about to bust wide the fuck open.

Both you and Kirishima nearly jumped out of your skin as three loud knocks were heard at the door, 

“Kirishima, bro, I know you’re up!” Kaminari’s voice sounded on the other side of the door,  “Nobody, goes to sleep this early on a Friday night unless you’re Bakugou. You gotta look at this tiktok Sero and I just made!”

You immediately threw the laptop off of your lap and jumped out of the bed. You threw a frantic glance at the door and your heart dropped even further when you noticed that it was unlocked.

You two had been so damn discreet— you had staggered your departures from the common area, you alternated rooms frequently, you made sure that you both had palpable alibis for your absences.

All that work, and you were about to be foiled because you forgot to lock the damn door. 

“Bro, Iida walked in the middle of it!” Kaminari continued with a laugh before you heard the door knob shift.

Your heart violently thudded against your chest as the metal knob began to turn. You painfully whipped your head back to Kirishima, before spastically grabbing him and desperately throwing him off of the bed toward the door, “Do something!” you harshly whispered as you threw him a pleading glance.

“I- uh… NO!” Kirishima yelled toward the door, halting the movement on the other side. His eyes darted between you and the knob, “DON’T COME IN I’M…” the boy’s eyebrows rose to the top of his forehead as he tried to find his next words, “… Naked?” his voice trailed off in a high pitch and his shoulders came up for a shrug as he searched your expression for approval. 

He found nothing of the sort.

“Oh my fucking God,” you quietly exclaimed as you threw your hand to your forehead with a loud smack. 

“Wait, was that… Y/N’s voice?” Kaminari quietly questioned to himself on the other side of the door. Your soul just about escaped from your being as those words reached you. 

Oh, my god. There is no god. 

You snapped yourself from the utter horror of the situation and snatched your soul from its attempted escape before storming up to the door– lightly swatting Kirishima on the back of his hard head as you passed him, “No one is naked, Kaminari!” you whispered as you swung the door wide open to reveal to room’s contents. Kirishima nervously waved to the flabbergasted Kaminari with a slight chuckle from the ground where you had thrown him, “Take a look for yourself,” you gestured behind you with your lips awkwardly pressed against each other.

Kaminari reluctantly waved back to Kiri before his eyes settled onto your face. He stared at you for a moment with his head tilted, as if he were intrigued be something. Right when you were about to open your mouth and ask, “What?” he spoke up again,

“Are you okay, Y/N? Your face is really flushed and your eyes are red,” your mouth fumbled over itself as you tried to find an explanation, but suddenly, Kaminari got a look in his eye. The blond practically giggled to himself as his mouth tilted up into a mischievous smirk, “Just what were you two kids doing in there? huh, Y/N?” he said a bit too loudly, igniting your jaw to fly wide open,

“No, no, no! Denki!”You composed yourself almost instantaneously as you heard rustling from the room next to Kirishima’s. You waved your hands frantically in front of the blond in front of you. You tried to hush him as he continued, “Shhhhh! No!” you pleaded in a whisper as your face shriveled in terror.

He continued regardless of your impending doom, “Was I interrupting something, Kirishima?” He wiggled his eyebrows as he called out passed your distressed form and toward the redhead who was just then beginning to stand to his feet, “Does Bakubro know about you and his sister?” You could have killed his wanna-be Pikachu headass right then and there,

“Be quiet you idiot! He’s gonna hear y–”

Your words were interrupted as the door next to Kirishima’s violently swung open and banged harshly against the wall, “THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT MY SISTER?!”

Your hands moved to rub your temples in preparation for the oncoming headache that was heading your way as your twin brother furiously marched out of his room. 

As soon as you made contact with your brother’s familiar fiery eyes, your entire body tensed up as if to prepare for fight or flight. You never stood down from an altercation with your little brother, but in this moment as you watched disgust and horror flash across his expression at the idea of you and his best friend sneaking around, you wanted nothing more than to shrivel into nothingness in the corner of the room like a dead spider. 

So yeah, it seemed as if flight might just be the best option. 

Your twin seemed to be at a loss for words as he tried to absorb the scene in front of him, but he quickly snapped out of his trance and re-immersed himself in his usual rage, “What the hell is going on here, shitty hair?!” he growled as he stormed up to Kirishima and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. 

“You fucking neanderthal, get the hell off of him!” you squeaked as you tried to peel Bakugou off of poor Kirishima. 

“Bakugou, man, it’s not what it looks like,” Kiri nervously laughed as you continued to futility attempt to free him from your brothers clutches. 

Kaminari could be heard laughing in the background off all of this madness, “Oh yeah,” he mused, “because by the looks of that messed up bed, it looked like you were getting all cuddly and snugly with Y/N.”

“WHAT?!” Bakugou screeched, causing Kirishima’s ears to slightly rattle.A guttural growl tore it’s way from his throat as his grips on Kirishima’s collar became tighter and he began violently shaking the boy– a steady stream of curses and death threats flooding out of him as he did so. 

Bakugou was straight up about to shake the last three brain cells that he had right out of his skull, “BAKUGOU CUT IT OUT RIGHT NOW!” You screeched as your face began tingling, “I AM ABOUT 3 SECONDS AWAY FROM KICKING YOUR ASS!”

Kaminari pracctically fell to the ground in laugher, only pausing when you threw him a very heated glare, “Don’t you laugh! You’re gonna catch these fists too, assdick!” Kaminari’s fits of laughter only intensified with your words.

Ass dick. What the fuck did you just say….?

Things literally couldn’t get any worse.

“What going on?” Sero’s approaching voice sounded from down the hall, “What’s with all of the commotion?”

Fucking great.

“None of your damned business!” both you and Bakugou sounded simultaneously- his being much more aggressive than your own. 

“Kirishima and Y/N were having a moment,” Kaminari gave a half-assed whisper to Sero.

“Kiri, you sly dog,” the second half to the same idiot replied causing Bakugou to shake the Kiri even harder. 

“I swear it’s not like that at all, you guys! Honestly!” Kirshima blurted out, gaining a glare from Bakugou as he quit shaking him– a sign to continue speaking and explain himself, 

“Y/N and I were just chilling out. I guess it’s kinda ridiculous that we have hid this for so long but…” he anxiously scratched the back of his neck.

Oh god, you were about to be outted. Revealed. Exposed. Fuck, you weren’t ready for this. There were still so many good movies out there to watch, but you would never get the chance to do so with your twerp of a brother breathing down your neck— ridiculing you for being such a sissy.

Kirishima what the hell are you doing?! They can’t handle the truth!

You stared at Kiri with wide eyes as he continued with a goofy smile plastered onto his face, “We have this… thing where we meet up and watch–”

“PORN.” you blurted out without thinking. As soon as the words flew of your mouth you could feel your face become red-hot with embarrassment.

Kirishima’s face heated up as well as he struggled to find words, “…what…?”

“what?!” Kaminari and Sero simultaneously cried out.

“hWHAT?!!” an unholy screech erupted from Bakugou’s throat as he disgustedly snatched himself away from Kirishima. 

You were so embarrased that you didnt even notice your face was literally burning up as smoke began to steam from your cheeks. It seemed as of the five of you gawked at each other for years before a sudden shift within your skin clicked in place and a loud explosion enveloped the room as you literally blew your top. 

Your quirk was similar to your brothers, except you couldn’t control your oxidation as spontaneously as Bakugou could, and you could also oxidize sweat from anywhere on your body. This meant that you were basically the human equivalent of a match wherever you rubbed your skin. 

It also meant that when you got extremely flustered or overwhelmed, sometimes your quirk would activate, much like Bakugou’s, and oxidize the massive amount of facial sweat you tended to grossly compile in anxious moments and effectively explode your own fucking head.

The four men stared in shock as the smoke cleared from your skull, revealing your seriously pissed off face “GET. THE FUCK. OUUUT!!” you growled wildly. 

The three stooges looked at your enraged being in terror as your brother just scoffed and sent you a irritated glance. You just wanted to wipe the stupid look off his bratty little face, “ALL OF YOU!” you commanded as you violently shoved Bakugou out of the room onto his butt.

“WHAT THE FUCK,” he screeched.

“Yes, ma’am.” dumb, dumber and dumbest all three replied as they tried to hurriedly flee away from the crime scene. 

You quickly grabbed dumber by the arm, “Not you, Kirishima,” you groaned in annoyance before swiftly yanking the boy back into the room and closing the door to lock it. Bakugou barely missed catching the door.

“Y/N!!! FUCKING LET ME IN!” Bakugou snarled as he banged against the door, “NOW! you idiot! I’ll blast this door straight to hell! Shitty hair, if you wanna keep this door I suggest you let me in right the FUCK now! Don’t you touch my shitty sister!”

You ignored all of his psychotic rantings as you tried to find the comfortable position that you had been in in bed before shit had hit the fan. You calmly opened the laptop up and pressed play on the movie.

Kirishima whippped his head back and forth from you calmly on the bed to the raging shadow of a wild creature just under his door, “Are you… sure this is okay? I don’t think that door will hold much longer,” he couldn’t help but smile a little at the ridiculousness of the situation.

“Good thing the movie only has 10 minutes left,” you tried to shrug off the embarrassment and return to the bliss of rom/com, “Now. I am gonna finish the damn thing. If you wanna leave be my guest.”

Kirishima gave one last glance toward the booming door before walking over to settle down into the bed next to you, “I think I’ll stay here,” he laughed.

“Good choice,” you replied as you looked up to him with a smile.

And you finished the movie even with your feral twin brother making furious, animal-like noises just on the other side of the door. 

[fvrxdrm]

City of the Living Dead

Chapter 1

“Y/N, wake up!”

Carlos yelled at you to wake you up and shook your still sleeping form violently. Your eyes abruptly shot open after hearing his full-throated voice, your E/C orbs immediately landing on the face of the man hovering above you. 

You scanned his face, still not fully aware of your surroundings due to your sleepiness but as time went on and your brain had sobered up a bit, you noticed that he didn’t look calm and balmy like how he usually was, he looked...agitated which mirrored the way he shouted at you.

“Carlos?” You muttered, your mouth barely opening as the rest of your body  was still putting itself together.

“Come on. We gotta get out of here”, Carlos said as he unlatched all of the metal straps holding you down onto your bed using the computer that was situated on a wooden desk a few feet away from you.

“What? Why? What’s going on?” You asked, confused as to why the soldier was jittery all of a sudden.

You forced yourself to sit up with both of your hands aiding you as you struggled to do the simple action. It had been a long time since you’ve done it anyway. Those stupid scientists would not let you.

“Would you believe me if I told you that a zombie apocalypse is happening?”

Now that woke you up.

“What?”

Zombie apocalypse? How’d that happen? Don’t those things happen in like movies or something?

“The city’s in total chaos. Don’t know how it happened but it is... Listen, we’re the only two left in here. The rest of our team members are looking for other survivors and something we could use to get out of here”, Carlos replied as he draped your arm around his shoulders and wrapped one of his own around your waist to help you stand up since your legs felt like jelly at that moment.

“What about my sister?” You questioned, remembering that your sister was taken with you.

“I haven’t seen your sister yet so I guess her bodyguard helped her out”

“Do you know who her bodyguard is?”

“No. Those information are also confidential for some unknown reason. Can you walk?” 

“I think so”, you slowly slid your arm off of Carlos’ shoulders as you carefully took a few steps to your right side, Carlos’ arm still not leaving your waist until he was sure that you got the hang of it.

“Alright, I’m ready”, you spoke after a few seconds of finding your balance.

“Not quite. You still need to change your clothes. Wouldn’t want to go out in the wild like that, would we?” Carlos uttered as he gestured his hand towards your skimpy hospital gown that had a deep v going dangerously down below your breasts, showing off your cleavage.

Why the fuck is my gown this revealing?

“Right. Where will I get some clothes?”

“I think we got some in the locker room”

“Okay, let’s go then”

“Come on, I’ll lead the way”, Carlos motioned for you to follow him as he opened the white door, looking back towards where you were to make sure that you were trailing right behind him.

*****

“We’re here”

Carlos swiped the key card that he had been holding onto since he entered your room into the key slot located on the right side of the locker room’s door and waited until the light beside the slot turned green before pushing the metal door open.

“Ladies first”, Carlos spoke with a smile as he raised his arm towards the room that was full of lockers (duh) and some benches, his free hand still placed on the door to keep it from slamming pancakes into your faces.

“It better not be to check out my ass”, you snickered as you strolled inside the room, immediately checking every locker in hopes of getting some new clothes to change into ‘cause the hospital gown you were wearing was a fashion no-no.

“Nah. I’m too manly to do that”, Carlos said back as he followed you inside, closing the door right behind him after doing so.

“What a gent”

“I tend to be”

Carlos helped in finding you new clothes, searching lockers after lockers until he finally found a plain black tank top, a (F/C) (sports/balconette/demi/whatever you like) bra, a pair of ripped black denim shorts, a denim jacket, and a pair of black combat boots.

Perfect.

“Hey, Y/N, I got something that might fit you”, Carlos mouthed aloud as he held the neatly folded clothes with both hands right in front of you.

“Thanks”

You quickly grabbed the clothes that were placed on top of his palms before entering the small area that was covered by a white curtain.

“So, what’s the plan, hero?” You asked the mop-headed soldier in order to break the slightly awkward silence that filled the room as you changed into the new clothes that Carlos found as quickly as possible. 

“Like I said, my teammates are looking for something we could use to get the hell out of here but they sure are taking their sweet time”, Carlos replied as he shook his head, his back turned to where you were as if he could see your naked body through the curtain even though he could literally only see your silhouette. What an actual gentleman.

“What’s it like up there?”

“A shit-hole. This place is full of zombies and shit. There’s also this giant-ass dude just roaming around. You wouldn’t wanna see it”

“But I have to if I want to get out of here”

“Yeah... Listen, once we get out of this facility, you stay right behind me. Wouldn’t want you to get lost”, you chuckled at his remark, your head shaking a bit as you did so.

He’s like an over-protective big brother or something.

“How would I get lost in this place? I mean, I grew up here in Illinois. I basically know every twists and turns in this place”, you said as you put the pair of shorts on, making sure that the bottom of your tank top was tucked inside your trousers. 

Unseen by you, though, Carlos’ face fell as he heard those words come out of your mouth.

Shit, she doesn’t know?

“Y/N...”

“Yeah?”

“You’re not in Illinois”

Your heart dropped.

Your hands stopped tugging on your jacket and your eyes widened by themselves as you stood still, frozen in place.

“What?” You finally spoke after a minute of silence as you practically yanked the curtain open and stepped out of the tiny space, your eyebrows furrowing together in confusion as you stomped towards the man.

“Y/N, you’re in Raccoon City. Did nobody tell you that”, Carlos said as he turned around to face you, his face mirroring the look you were giving him.

“No”, you shook your head from one side to another as you said that one word to emphasize what you were saying since you were not sure if he had heard you at all for the reason that your voice sounded barely above a whisper as you spoke.

You stayed silent, taking in the newfound information you got from the male right in front of you.

Your brain scrambled a million thoughts together as bewilderment flooded inside your head. But even so, one question kept nagging you every time you woke up on top of the leather-topped bed you were placed and strapped on.

“How long was I in here?” You asked.

You were nervous as hell for some unknown reason but you were itching to know the answer.

What if I was in here for like a month? Are my friends worried?

Slowly, your heart began to pound in your chest, the sound becoming louder and louder until you could hear its hammering ringing inside your ears. You were starting to think that Carlos could hear the anxiety you were feeling even though you didn’t let it out verbally.

Please don’t be too long, please don’t be too long...

“One year”, Carlos finally responded after a few seconds of heavy silence.

Your heart dropped into your stomach again and you sure as hell heard it shatter into a million pieces after hearing those words come right out of his mouth.

“One year?”

“Yeah... Hey, don’t cry. Your pretty face might get ruined”, Carlos said as he wiped the stray tear that you didn’t even notice away with his calloused thumb and attempted to comfort you but it was no use. Your heart broke at those two words.

One year? That’s how long I was gone? That’s even worst than a month! How the hell was I missing for that long!?

“Hey, don’t worry. I’ll make sure to bring you back to Illinois. If it makes you feel a bit more at ease, I snatched this bracelet and this necklace from Dr. Birkin’s office. Thought these might be really important to you”, Carlos spoke again as he took out a customized bracelet with your friend’s name on it and a silver necklace that had a(n) (birthstone) stone attached into a metal framing from one of his pockets.

You gently took the bracelet from his hand before reading the four letters that were written on each tiny cube bead. 

Leon

God, how is he feeling right now? 

You wondered. 

Out of all the friends you’ve had, Leon was the most over-protective of them all. You didn’t know why he was like that but you were kind of glad that someone genuinely cared about you even though most of the time it was the cause of your arguments.

You see, you and Leon have been best friends since birth and so were both of your mothers. For some reason, your mother and his decided that it would be a good idea to get pregnant at the same time and then BOOM! You and Leon were born.

I’m so sorry, Leon.

“Hey, I don’t know who this Leon kid is but don’t worry, I’ll bring you back to him, too”, Carlos uttered out loud as if he could read your own random thoughts. He circled around you to place your necklace around your neck, making sure that he wouldn’t snip even a tiny part of your skin as he clasped the hooks together. You smiled.

“Thanks, Carlos. I owe you one”

“No problem, kiddo. That’s what friends are for, right?”

Yeah, and you were glad that you had one in that hell-hole of a facility you were in.

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Ayo! Chapter 1, wuz good?! I'm sorry this was kind of rushed. I was busy with dance and all that stuff🤣

Anyways, how was it? Did you like it? Did you not?

[aliciameade]

To See The Sun With My Eyes Closed

Title: To See The Sun With My Eyes Closed Author: aliciameade Rating: M some hot and heavy kissing Pairing: Beca/Chloe Summary: Beca can't shake one thought from her mind after she meets Chloe. That all she wants is her body on her mattress. 

Inspiration via “Mattress” (Valley Girl Remix) feat. Allie X by Leland

(I don’t think I’ve ever written a mid-PP1 fic before??)

Also on AO3

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I know it's getting close / To when the party ends / And everybody's hooking up And I hate it when you say I'm such a good friend / And that you call me when you're up Why do I always do this to myself / I let you go with someone else When all I want's my body on your mattress / Why do I always do this to myself I let you go with someone else When all I want's my body on your mattress

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“I’m soooo glad that I met you.” Chloe’s words, laden with alcohol, drift across Beca’s lips. She’s been pulled close—much too close for comfort—by this girl who, for a reason that Beca can’t quite ascertain, convinced her to audition for a lame singing group that she’s now a member of. “I think that we’re going to be really fast friends.”

“Well, you saw me naked, so…” she says with a wink. She’s still not sure what happened last week and why Chloe thought it was okay to burst into Beca’s shower, apparently lured by her voice like a siren. But, it had happened and while utterly mortified at the time, the encounter that remains seared on her brain is not one of embarrassment but intrigue smeared with lust.

After all, Chloe is an extremely attractive woman and the confidence she displayed (very literally) only added to her attractiveness.

They’re so close that she thinks Chloe might kiss her. It makes her heart race to imagine the possibility. She even considers being the one to initiate it. She struggles to keep her eyes off Chloe’s lips and she thinks she just might be bold enough to try it.

But before she musters enough courage, Chloe’s running her hands down Beca’s arms, declaring her need for a drink, slapping her own ass which she shakes at Beca, and is hopping down the stairs of the amphitheater to join her friends at a keg.

The exchange leaves Beca’s heart hammering in her chest just as it had a few days ago in the shower.

She spends the entirety of the event—“aca-initiation party” is a term she overhears more than once—avoiding socialization and nursing the beer that the annoying guy from her radio station internship pressed into her hand during a bout of uncomfortable flirtation. Her eyes (and thoughts) keep drifting to her new acquaintance, Chloe, and the company she was choosing to keep.

Chloe is a social butterfly; Beca isn’t surprised by that observation at all. She seems to flirt with almost everyone she crosses paths with; she’s not surprised by that either, though she’s maybe a touch disappointed that Chloe’s unprompted closeness isn’t unique to Beca.

A tall, handsome man becomes the final recipient of Chloe’s interest for the evening and Beca tries to not let her disdain be too apparent on her face when the pair begin making out a few rows away from her post. She thinks it might be the same guy who’d also joined her (and Chloe) in the shower, but it’s hard to tell.

She tries to ignore it and focus on the other embarrassing things happening at the party, but her eyes are repeatedly drawn to Chloe and the man attached to her face.

She walks back to her dorm as soon as she sees Chloe and her date sneak off, hand-in-hand, in the direction of the dorms.

When she crawls into bed, she can’t shake the singular thought rattling around in her brain: she wishes it was Chloe’s bed she was crawling into.

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A cappella nerds, as it turns out, like to party.

While she’s not convinced they’re not nerds, Beca is, at least, impressed with their propensity for alcohol-fueled fun.

Not that she particularly likes fun. Or fun with these people. Well, maybe there is one specific person she’s okay with.

She finds herself at a party in the backyard of the house belonging to their rival group, the Treblemakers, on a Friday night in early October. It’s already decorated for Halloween despite it being three weeks away and it takes precisely ten minutes for Beca to become irritated by the scream of the motion-activated ghost decoration hanging in a high-traffic area. It has yet to shut up since she arrived and she’s in the middle of devising a plan to kill it when something slams into her from behind, causing her to spill most of her drink onto the grass.

“What the—” She’s about to curse out the drunk who body-slammed her when she recognizes the patterned blouse covering the arms that are wrapped around her waist. “Dude!”

“Whatcha doing?”

Beca hopes the shiver that ripples up her spine at the way Chloe’s words hum past her ear isn’t noticed. She shifts a bit in time to the music to cover it up. It’s not easy to do, given Chloe’s hold on her, and if she hadn’t been busy trying to hide the way her body reacted to Chloe’s sudden embrace, she would have thought about the consequences of doing so.

“Oh, you’re dancing!” Chloe answers for her and she changes her hold on Beca from arms wrapped around her waist to hands on Beca’s hips, though her chin remains resting on Beca’s right shoulder. “Dance with me. You never dance with me.”

“We dance every day,” she says with an irritated sigh, though she starts to relax into their position and allows Chloe to lead from behind. “Aubrey has us in rehearsal three hours a day; or do you try to block it from your memory like me?”

There’s a rumbling, restrained laugh in her ear. “You knew what you were signing up for.”

“Did I, though?” she teases, though no, she didn’t know.

She hears Chloe’s response, a noncommittal hum that makes Beca smile with its unspoken admission of agreement. She finishes what little of her drink remains and tosses the plastic cup to the ever-growing pile on the ground and puts her hands over Chloe’s for a moment before settling into their dance. 

Chloe isn’t wrong, Beca realizes. They really haven’t danced with each other, not like this. Not with Chloe’s hands tugging on Beca’s hips as if she’ll drift away and not with Beca’s ass pressing back against Chloe. 

Their conversation—spoken, at least—fades in favor of the physical, dancing to the music blasting from giant speakers adorning the back of the house. When the song ends, Beca expects Chloe to move on, to go find a guy to dance with, but instead, she urges Beca to turn around and keep dancing as the playlist mixes into the next track.

Chloe smiles at her when she does it and adds a wink when she drapes her arms over Beca’s shoulders. It prevents too much distance between them and it makes Beca smile in return. This isn’t how Beca would dance with the other Bellas; that would happen in a group, with plenty of space separating her from them, and with attention paid to people outside that group.

This, though. Chloe’s attention is acutely on Beca and Beca’s is on Chloe. There is little distance separating them. When a guy shows up behind Chloe in an attempt to get her to dance, she shifts away from him and further into Beca’s space.

Beca’s mind begins to swim, to slip toward the thoughts she’s guiltily had a few late nights alone in bed. Thoughts of what it would be like to kiss her friend, of what she looks like beneath her clothes (though the sports bras and leggings Chloe often favors do most of the work for Beca), of what she might sound like when she whimpers or moans with pleasure.

“You’re staring.”

Beca blinks quickly and pulls back a few inches. She didn’t realize how close they’d become until she could no longer focus on Chloe’s face. They’re still dancing and her mind races with what to do, how to respond to Chloe’s call-out, a look of curious amusement on her face, when she hears it:

“Becaw!”

She grimaces and feels the moment between them evaporate.

“He likes you,” Chloe whispers with a wink before she extracts herself from Beca and leaves with a wave.

“No, wait—” but she’s already gone, and instead she has— 

“Jesse.”

“Becaw!” he repeats again, proud of the unwelcome nickname he’s given her, as he moves into the space Chloe just vacated, a red solo cup in each hand.

Beca takes a noticeable step backward, though, and to his credit, he doesn’t follow and crowd her.

“It’s not enough that we spend nine hours a week together at the station; you always have to find me at these dumb aca-parties, huh?” She frowns as she says it, more at her casual use of “aca-” as a prefix than anything.

“You’re just so charming. How can I resist that face?” He smiles as he says it, pointing out her frown and, Beca thinks, he’s not a terrible person. Not by a long shot. He’s a teddy bear, really, and even a cute one with a good voice, but he just feels...vanilla. Boring. Predictable.

She immediately schools her face into as neutral of a look as she can. “Wish I could say the same.” She glances at the two cups he brought, her own hands feeling very empty with no Chloe to be touching. “Is one of those for me?”

He pulls the cups inward protectively, shooting her a look. “You literally just insulted me.”

“And you interrupted the conversation I was having.”

Something like a conversation, anyway.

“Fine,” he says with a sigh, giving in way too easily and handing a cup to her. It’s a behavior Beca knows all too well; it’s how she ended up knowing the people at this party. “I saw that guy spill your drink.”

She doesn’t comment on the fact that it was at least fifteen minutes ago that that had happened, if not longer. The beer is still cold, though, so it at least he hasn’t been holding it for fifteen-plus minutes waiting to make a move. Or whatever he’s doing. “Thanks.”

“You know, I don’t live in the house yet, because I’m a freshman, but I’m allowed to go inside.” His words are stilted.

She just stares at him.

“They have a hot tub. I mean, we. We have a hot tub. I can use it.”

“Cool,” she says with a nod. She takes another sip from her cup and glances around to find an excuse to exit this conversation.

“I could show you,” he says, pointing toward the house.

She lifts her eyebrows at that; she hadn’t expected him to be quite so bold. “I know what a hot tub looks like.”

The nerves that were already evident in his movements double and his pointing hand jerks back to run through his hair. “No? Yeah, no, of course you know what a hot tub looks like. I was just—”

Her roaming eyes finally spot Chloe, her intended excuse to exit this uncomfortable conversation, but the tall guy from her first aca-party is with her—it’s definitely the same guy that Chloe’d had with her in the shower, they’re close enough that she recognizes him—and with his hand on her waist and leaning down, it’s evident they’re about to kiss.

“Okay,” she says quickly, forcing a smile and her eyes off of that and onto Jesse.

His surprise is obvious, and she doesn’t blame him. She was shooting him down pretty directly “W—wait, really?”

She has to take a long drink of her beer, nearly half of it, to be able to respond. “Yeah, sure. Give me the grand tour.”

“Cool, yeah.” He reminds Beca of a puppy with his thinly veiled excitement. It’s flattering, at least. “Uh, shall we?” He gestures toward the house and takes a step toward her, awkwardly offering his hand like he’s not really offering it, just in case she rejects it.

She accepts it, though, and follows him across the yard and into the Treble house.

She does spare one thought toward Aubrey’s draconian rule about not hooking up with any Treblemaker, but most of her thoughts are on what’s happening between Chloe and Shower Guy behind her and how quickly she can get it out of her thoughts.

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She doesn’t hook up with him.

Not for his not trying. 

By her count, Beca clocks him leaning in to try to kiss her three times during the tour of the house, each time happening in an empty bedroom (poor form on his part trying it while showing her the disgusting, smelly rooms belonging to college boys). He even made an attempt at suggesting there was no need for bathing suits to enjoy the hot tub situated oddly in the main room of the house.

She considers the proposition each time, but each time, she turns away or takes a step to put space between them. It just doesn’t feel right, even as a distraction or something out of spite.

She tells him she’s tired and needs rest before tomorrow’s seven-hour rehearsal after the hot tub invitation and to his credit, he doesn’t seem irritated. She knows most guys would have accused her of leading them on by now, and maybe she did at least a little bit. But instead of calling her a bitch or a tease when she glances back before stepping out of the house to go home, he waves at her wearing a dopey smile that makes Beca feel like he was happy just to spend time with her.

Her exit through the front door, so she can walk back to her dorm, doesn’t give her a final look at the party, but it’s still going strong. She doesn’t know if Chloe and Shower Guy are still there or still kissing, and she doesn’t really want to consider the possibility.

Or worse: that they’re not at the party because they went back to someone’s room.

Again.

She walks home alone (though not alone-alone; campus is crawling with students moving between parties and dorms) and is relieved that even Kimmy Jin seems to be out at an event of her own. It’s dark when she walks in and her roommate’s stark, clinically neat side of the room is empty.

“Thank God,” she says as she kicks off her shoes and strips down to her underwear to pull an old T-shirt over her head. She throws her bathrobe on and grabs her things to wash up before crawling into bed where she will definitely not be thinking about who might be in Chloe’s bed or whose bed Chloe might be in, and will definitely not be touching herself imagining it’s her, or her bed.

She hasn’t done that yet, crossed the line of fantasizing, but she’s just drunk, jealous, and irritated enough to do it.

Whatever energy that flowed between Chloe and her while they were dancing is also largely to blame.

So when she walks into the communal bathroom down the hall, she drops her toothpaste because Chloe’s at the sink washing her face.

It feels like the water Chloe’s splashing on her face is actually being dumped on Beca’s head and all her heat and annoyance rinse away to leave her feeling both ashamed and exposed.

Chloe glances her direction at the clatter of the tube of Colgate hitting the tile and then smiles in recognition. “Hey!” She turns off the faucet and reaches for the small towel draped over her shoulder to pat her face dry.

“Hey,” Beca says after clearing her throat while she stoops to grab her toothpaste. “Thought you’d still be at the party.” She hopes her tone is even and not betraying her earlier inappropriate thoughts or coming across as accusatory.

“And I thought you’d be doing the Walk of Shame tomorrow.” Chloe’s wearing a hint of a smirk as she says it and flips her towel back onto her shoulder. “I saw you sneak off into the house with Jesse.”

Beca huffs and walks to the sink next to Chloe’s to set down her things and start her pre-bedtime routine. “He wishes.”

“I bet he does.”

She glances sideways at Chloe to see her leaning against the sink casually, facing Beca. She hides the blush that she feels on her cheeks by ducking down to wash her face.

“You’re really trying to get under Aubrey’s skin, aren’t you?” Chloe continues. “She’s already texting me about it.”

“I’m not trying to do anything,” she says as she scrubs at her face before rinsing it. “And she’s not the boss of me. I can sleep with whoever I want.”

“So you slept with him?” Chloe’s question is spoken so quickly, Beca can barely register the words.

This time, her towel masks her reaction. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“So you slept with Shower Guy?” She tosses her towel onto the back of the sink and waits for an answer. 

“Shower Guy?” Chloe’s surprisingly fidgety. “Do you mean Tom?”

“If Tom is the guy you brought naked into my shower, then yes.”

Chloe glances away for a few seconds. “I didn’t sleep with him. I mean, not tonight.”

“Right,” Beca says, busying herself with her toothbrush and toothpaste.

“What do you care?” Chloe’s words are clipped and get Beca’s attention.

“What do you care if I slept with Jesse?” she counters and shoves her toothbrush into her mouth.

Chloe pushes off the sink with a nudge of her hip and drops her arms to her sides. “Who says I care?”

Beca just rolls her eyes. Their conversation is devolving into bickering, though she doesn’t know why. She does know that she wants to stop talking about Chloe sleeping with Tom and Beca sleeping with Jesse. “Good night, Chloe.”

She sees Chloe set her jaw and press her lips into a thin line before nodding. “Good night. See you at rehearsal. 9:00 am, sharp.”

She shoos Chloe away with her free hand in irritation and watches in the mirror as she grabs her personal items and walks out the door, head held high.

Beca’s shoulders slump as soon as Chloe’s gone and she stares at herself in the mirror, wondering what the hell just happened.

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She’s too irritated and confused by the tense words shared with Chloe to follow through with her nighttime plans.

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Rehearsal is grueling. 

Aubrey is on her ass the moment she walks in not more than two minutes late about her “behavior” at the party. Beca refuses to say she didn’t sleep with Jesse, on pure principle. She owes Aubrey no explanation or information about her sex life. 

She doesn’t get kicked out, which is a surprise after what happened to Kori and Mary Elise. Instead, she and the entire group are subjected to an unfairly cruel marathon rehearsal and she’s certain she’s never sweat so much in her life. 

“We are a singing group, right?” she manages to snap as she runs past Aubrey. “Why are we training for a decathlon?”

All the comment earns her is five more laps around the rehearsal space.

Chloe seems like her normal self, being everyone’s cheerleader as they work. If she’s still bothered by the exchange she and Beca had the night before, she doesn’t show it, but Beca still makes it a point to catch her when they’re finally dismissed (fifteen minutes later than scheduled).

“That was brutal,” she starts, standing next to Chloe while they pack up their stuff. She only glances her direction briefly; Chloe was in her usual rehearsal garb of a sports bra and leggings, and she had sweat just as much as Beca had. It was highly distracting.

“I tried to warn you.”

Beca doesn’t think Chloe warned her; mostly she implied Beca was irritating Aubrey, not that Aubrey would inflict an entire day of physical torture upon her because she talked to a boy at a party. Instead of saying that, though, she zips her bag, puts it over her shoulder, and turns to face her. She studiously works to keep her eyes on neutral territory. “Wanna walk back to Baker together? Unless you have somewhere you need to be.”

Chloe looks up at her, wisps of curling red hair that escaped her bun with her exertion sticking up all over in a way that is unfairly pretty, and smiles. “Sure. I definitely need a shower.”

“No shit,” Beca says with a laugh, gesturing at herself to not imply that Chloe needs a shower. Chloe is perfect.

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Beca’s really not surprised with herself that she’s dumping her gear and grabbing her shower stuff the second she gets back to her room after leaving Chloe at her own. Is she maybe affected by the idea that she and Chloe could possibly be showering at the same time, something that hasn’t [knowingly] occurred since the day they met?

Absolutely not.

To prove it to herself, she sits down and waits ten minutes before walking to the showers, but despite the attempt to wait it out, she hears Chloe’s voice singing a Britney Spears song (a cappella, of course) the moment she opens the door.

She irritatingly can’t help herself from claiming the stall right next to the one she knows Chloe’s in and once she’s settled under the steaming spray, she knocks on the divider between them to interrupt the new song that Beca hates that she knows.

She hears Chloe’s startled yelp and smiles. “Who sings that song?” she asks.

There’s a short laugh a few seconds later. “Taylor Swift, why?”

“Let’s keep it that way.”

There’s a gasp of offense that borders on being a shriek followed by a hard slap of a hand against the metal wall between them. “Beca Mitchell, you take that back!”

Beca laughs and grabs her shampoo. “You know I don’t mean it,” she says after a few more seconds, unable to leave Chloe in the lurch for too long.

“Meanie,” Chloe pouts.

Silence settles between them other than Chloe’s quiet humming and Beca’s nearing the end of her shower when she finally works up the nerve to bring up their tense conversation. “Um, about last night.” Chloe’s humming stops. “I’m sorry if I was weird.”

“‘Weird’ is one way of putting it.”

“This whole college thing is new to me, you know?” It’s a bad excuse, not to mention weak. Bringing up Shower Guy—Tom—had nothing to do with being new to college life and everything to do with...well, she doesn’t let herself think about that.

Chloe’s extended silence makes her think she’s not buying it, but if she doesn’t, she doesn’t push it. “Well, apology accepted. I’m sorry, too.”

“Cool.” She hears Chloe’s shower turn off and realizes she’s been so distracted with their conversation she’s failed to progress past working shampoo into her hair and hurries through the rest of it.

She’s not surprised when she finds Chloe waiting for her, sitting in a bathrobe on the bench where people wait for showers to free up when Beca exits her stall, wrapped in her own fluffy robe. Chloe looks fresh-faced and bright-eyed and Beca’s sure she looks like a drowned rat. It’s unfair, truly.

“What’s up?” Beca says as she tights the belt around her waist.

“Nothing,” Chloe shrugs. “Figured I’d wait for you.” She stands and joins Beca as they walk toward the bathroom exit.

“Doing anything fun tonight?” Beca asks, hoping her question comes across innocuous-enough after last night and their apologies.

“Yeah, I’m going out for a bit. What about you?”

Beca hums. “My roommate went home for the weekend so tonight’s agenda includes a Law & Order: SVU marathon and an entire bag of Doritos.”

They pause outside Chloe’s door. “Cool Ranch or nacho?” Chloe asks; she’s wearing a look of absolute seriousness as if Beca’s answer is of utmost importance and it stikes Beca with irrational fear.

“Uh, nacho?”

Chloe’s face screws into one of offense. “Terrible.”

“Nacho Doritos are not terrible!” Beca says, immediately on the defense of her favorite snack. “How dare you.”

“I only speak the truth,” Chloe says breezily as she reaches for her doorknob. “Enjoy your gross chips.”

“Yeah, well, enjoy your...night!” Beca’s comeback fails miserably and she can tell Chloe’s holding back laughter as she disappears into her room. “Whatever,” she grumbles to herself before turning to stalk down the hallway, mad about Chloe insulting her chips.

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Beca’s on her third episode of SVU when there’s a knock on her door. She groans and slides off her bed, not in the mood for some kind of prank the other students on her floor find hilarious.

“What?” she barks as she swings it open, ready to berate immaturity only to be met with surprised, wide eyes. “Oh, hey. Sorry.”

“What was that for?” Chloe asks, still looking a bit shell-shocked.

“I thought it was the ding-dong-ditchers,” she says, knowing Chloe’s been a victim of it just as much as she has. “I thought you were going out tonight?”

Chloe shrugs and holds up the blue bag of Cool Ranch Doritos she’d been hiding behind her back. “It was going to be lame.”

Beca laughs and steps aside to let her into her room. “I can’t promise you that this will be any less lame.”

“I’m willing to take my chances.” Chloe winks as she says it and strolls into Beca’s room.

She’s never been there before, never past the door, and Beca can tell she’s trying to disguise the fact that she’s checking out her room which makes a smile tug at Beca’s lips. She’s climbing on to Beca’s bed moments later to get comfortable, right in the spot Beca had been occupying because it was the most comfortable.

“Make yourself at home,” she says as she closes the door. “Want anything to drink?”

“I’ll take a beer.”

“I’m 19; I can’t keep beer in my room.” She opens her mini-fridge to survey its meager contents. “Gotta keep my nose clean this year so I can get out of here and move to LA,” she explains. “I have Coke, Dr. Pepper, and water.”

“Sometimes I forget you’re a freshman. Dr. Pepper, please.”

Beca grabs two cans of soda and joins Chloe on the bed, having to rearrange bags of chips, blankets, and pillows so they can both sit comfortably.

They settle into their viewing party after that, quiet save for the TV and the periodic crunch of chips with an occasional debate about who the criminal is or isn’t.

It’s hard for Beca to ignore their physical closeness. There’s only so much room on her small twin-sized bed and though their marathon began with a good bit of space between them, Chloe has worked her way closer with each suspenseful, violent, or upsetting moment. It began with her grabbing Beca’s forearm at an unexpected twist. A tense hostage negotiation had her gripping Beca’s thigh for dear life (she’s not sure she won’t have bruises tomorrow). And, most recently, an unexpected gunshot made Chloe leap into Beca’s side to hide her face in Beca’s shoulder and beg to be told when it was over.

Chloe hadn’t moved back into her own spot after that. She’d stayed, her arm wrapped up with Beca’s and her head on her shoulder once Beca reassured her the gory part was over. 

It’s hard to ignore the way Chloe’s knee is hiked up a little, just enough so it can rest atop Beca’s with the way she’s curled into Beca’s side.

The closeness makes Beca’s heart race and she has to focus hard on the television screen in order to keep her breathing steady. It had been somewhat easy to ignore her crush on the woman to-date; their time together has, by and large, been spent with others: the Bellas, aca-nerds at parties, other students walking around campus. Rarely are they alone and secluded; not even in their moments in the communal showers.

The moment she lets the concept that they are, by the very definition, cuddling in her bed into her psyche she has to close her eyes and think about literally anything else. Sports. The Real Housewives. Her parents’ divorce.

She keeps them closed until she feels Chloe leaning against her more heavily, her breathing deep and even and Beca looks down to see Chloe’s fallen asleep.

It’s oddly calming even if it makes her heart pick up even more. She looks like an angel, long eyelashes resting against her cheeks, soft pink lips slightly parted, but most lovely of all is the way her hand is open, fingers slightly curved in a way that’s so inviting that Beca can’t resist fitting her own between them.

Chloe stirs at the touch though it’s little more than a brief squeeze of Beca’s hand and a shift of her head and then she’s once again still.

Beca’s at a loss as to what to do so she sits quietly, letting the television episode roll into the next though paying no attention to it. Chloe is warm against her and her slow, rhythmic breathing is so comforting that eventually, Beca’s nerves settle and she finds her own eyes growing heavy.

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She’s disoriented when she wakes. Her room isn’t dark; a rerun of Everybody Loves Raymond is on the TV and it feels far too loud. She’s lying down and when she shifts, she’s met with resistance that for the briefest of moments strikes her with panic.

That is, until she discovers the resistance is caused by the arm draped over her waist and its owner who’s pressed closely against Beca’s back.

Then it’s panic of a different kind. The kind that makes her freeze and not move another muscle lest she wakes Chloe and bring to an end the embrace they somehow slipped into in their sleep.

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When she wakes again it’s early morning and though the arm is gone from her waist, she can feel it pressing against her back. The TV is dark but she doesn’t remember turning it off. She longs to drag the morning out as much as she can but she can’t ignore the need to use the restroom.

She eases away as slowly as she can until she’s standing and she can turn around to see Chloe, sound asleep in her bed. 

She sneaks out the door and is quick to return, only sparing a few extra seconds to deal with her disheveled morning appearance and rinse with a cup of mouthwash from the courtesy bottle.

To her relief, Chloe’s still there when she returns, but her sleepy eyes are open. “Morning,” she says as soon as Beca’s eyes land on her.

“Hey, good morning,” she replies and starts to cross the room and then stops when she realizes Chloe’s not making a move to get up and crawling back into bed with her, especially at this early hour, feels so very intimate. “Guess we fell asleep.”

Chloe nods and then she’s yawning, her body growing taut as she stretches and Beca can’t help but glance at how Chloe’s shirt rides up a few inches with the movement. “Come back to bed,” she says at the end of her yawn, voice squeaking in a way Beca wishes she didn’t find so cute.

It feels too casual, too normal for Chloe to say those words for how new their friendship is, to scoot backward to make more room for Beca in her small bed to further extend her invitation.

It’s that sensation of normalcy that gets her moving until she’s settling on her side, her back to Chloe again as they both get comfortable on the pillow they’re sharing.

“You’re all minty,” Chloe says after a minute or two, followed by a pinch to Beca’s side, right in the tender part, that makes her jump.

“Morning breath,” she says after swallowing.

Fingertips scrabble up her back. “Thinking about kissing me awake?”

Beca’s entire self feels like it ignites, heat rushing through her in a full-body blush. She just wasn’t wanting to make a bad first-morning impression. Such a thought hadn’t even entered her mind at the time, but it’s now the only thing she can think about.

She scoffs when she realizes she’s taking too long to reply. “What? Dude, no.”

There’s a quiet hum behind her and Chloe’s arm settles over her once again. Beca’s awake for it this time and the feeling of Chloe reaching to pull her close, intentionally holding her while they lay in bed together following that question, makes butterflies stir in her chest.

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Beca doesn’t understand why there are so many a cappella parties. She’d thought that after the winter break, the four groups would buckle down—whatever that means in a cappella terms—to focus on the impending semifinals, but no. It seems that as the stress of competition (not that she’s stressed about their dumb competition) increases, so does the need to release that stress.

To Beca, they’re an excuse to get free beer and hang out with Chloe in a safe (read: public), non-rehearsal environment.

By now, they’ve established a sort of routine at these parties. They arrive together. They part ways. One saves the other from an undesirable conversation when prompted with little more than a glance. They spend the rest of the night together, whether dancing, drinking, socializing, or once, swimming, until something brings the night to a close and they walk back to their dorm together.

Beca had taken notice as the weeks and months passed, that Chloe disappearing with Tom was occurring less and less frequently. It was a relief on multiple levels; not just because it meant Chloe wasn’t spending the night with Tom, but also because she wouldn’t have to spend time talking to Jesse until she found an excuse to leave. The boy had a special talent for finding Beca unaccompanied.

But above all, it meant that Beca and Chloe were spending the majority of their time together, whether rehearsing or not. And over the course of all those weeks, Beca’s noticed their dynamic changing, not by leaps and bounds daily but by tiny movements. Tiny movements that have added up to leaps and bounds, from Beca recoiling in horror the first time they met to Beca dropping everything to help, talk to, or otherwise spend time with Chloe.

And she’s noticed Chloe is quick to do just the same.

It’s confusing. She’s never connected with anyone so strongly before, and she continually finds herself wondering if what she feels is the kindred spirit of a best friend or if she wants something more.

Correction: she knows she wants Chloe; she doesn’t want to confess such a thing and lose a best friend. Not that she knows how to confess feelings anyway. She hates feelings. They’re gross. They make her feel vulnerable and weak.

Chloe makes her feel vulnerable, too. But it’s different. She maybe even feels strength in that vulnerability.

She just needs Chloe to make the first move if someone’s going to make one.

Beca thinks she’s given her ample opportunities to-date but nothing’s happened yet. It’s with that in mind that she resolves, at the pre-Spring Break bash, to open the metaphorical door so wide that if Chloe doesn’t cross its threshold, Beca will close it once and for all.

She’s terrified from the moment she makes the decision until she and Chloe are drinking shots of tequila in unison and everything melts away until the only thing that matters is simply being in Chloe’s orbit. 

Beca pulls Chloe by her hand onto the trampled grass of the Trebles’ backyard to dance, an action she knows thrills Chloe who always tells Beca how much she likes dancing with her. The liquid courage spurs Beca to pull Chloe close before they’ve even settled into the song.

“You’re in a mood,” Chloe says, the corner of her mouth turning upward.

Beca rests her arms around Chloe’s shoulders and makes eye contact with her. “You could say that.”

She sees Chloe arch an eyebrow but instead of pressing the matter, Chloe just falls into step and runs a hand through her hair in an unfairly sexy manner.

Beca considers the fact that what she’s doing could be considered throwing herself at Chloe, that is, if she didn’t hold on to that one last thread. Like letting her hands wander up and down Chloe’s back, but never below her waist. Like slipping her knee between Chloe’s thighs but not actually doing anything because, at face value, it just makes dancing close easier. Like having an extra button on her shirt undone and wearing her best bra that gives her amazing but natural-looking cleavage and her most flattering jeans.

It only takes a few seconds for Chloe’s hands to land where they always do: on Beca’s waist. 

Dancing with Chloe has come to be second nature to Beca, and she’s pretty sure Chloe would agree. She knows it helps that they work on actual choreography all the time for the Bellas, but they don’t choreograph the way they dance together at parties or in clubs. It feels like they have, though; it doesn’t require any conscious thought to know how Chloe is going to move and when. Beca doesn’t have to think about stepping to her left when Chloe is stepping to her right. 

It’s a cool evening but Beca’s warm. She’s warm from moving, warm from the way Chloe’s hands travel between her waist and her ribs, warm from the way Chloe’s eyes are on hers to stare with such intensity, she’s actually afraid to look away from them.

She’s warm from how close they are right now. She doesn’t know how many songs have passed, only that they’re so close and so aligned that she can feel Chloe’s thigh between her own, bumping her leg as they move which only makes her grow even warmer.

Chloe’s eyes slip for the quickest moment from Beca’s and she thinks maybe she glanced at her lips, or maybe even her cleavage. It was too quick to know and Beca doesn’t let on that she noticed. If Chloe wants to look, she wants her to look. She’s been inviting her to look all night. She does wet her lips after a few seconds; it’s a subconscious response but she’s aware of it happening and she catches Chloe’s gaze drift again. 

It’s difficult to be sure as Chloe’s amazingly long eyelashes are great at concealing where she’s looking when her eyes are cast down, so, running on instinct and adrenaline, Beca lets her teeth catch her bottom lip, just for a second or two.

Chloe’s eyes snap back to hers immediately and then she’s mirroring Beca, teeth pulling at her own bottom lip until it slips free and her tongue swipes over it.

Beca can’t keep her eyes off Chloe’s lips after that; she tries, glancing up now and then but Chloe’s eyes are no longer her focus. Chloe’s lips hold that now and she’s acutely aware and uncaring if Chloe notices. Maybe she wants her to notice.

She definitely wants her to notice.

She knows Chloe notices when she sees her teeth pull at her lip again the same moment her hands tighten around Beca’s waist.

They’re still dancing, but it’s an afterthought. There’s noise around them, and people, but it all sounds miles away. Her arms shift where they’ve been resting over Chloe’s shoulders; they push forward to loop around her neck. It also brings them even closer together.

Chloe’s head tilts, just a fraction, just enough for Beca to catch it. A tilt to the left. A slight lift of her chin. Enough to make Beca’s pulse start to race.

She mirrors the change and she sees Chloe’s lips twitch into the hint of a smile. It makes Beca’s hands unlock from holding her own wrists behind Chloe’s neck to push them into her hair. Chloe’s eyes flutter closed at the touch and after a few seconds of admiration, so do Beca’s.

“What are we doing?” Chloe says, little more than a mumble as Beca feels the heat of fingertips under the edge of her shirt, pressing into the bare skin of her lower back.

“Um…” Beca’s not sure she can answer that; their lips are so close that she felt the words.

“Bec?”

“Hmm?” She’s waiting for it, for the soft warmth of Chloe’s lips to follow the heat of her words when she senses Chloe pull back. Beca’s eyes flutter open to find Chloe watching her intently. It’s only then that she realizes they’ve stopped dancing.

When Chloe takes a step backward Beca feels the hot sting of rejection but Chloe’s hand catches hers before she’s out of reach and she has no choice but to follow. She doesn’t know where Chloe’s leading them; frankly, she doesn’t really care. She feels intoxicated but the tequila is long burned out of her system. This is something different, something that’s making her dizzy but not sick.

They’re walking along the hedge that runs next to the house when Chloe halts abruptly, causing Beca to stop just short of running into her. When Chloe turns, Beca expects her to say something, to explain why they’ve left the party, to repeat her question to Beca.

Instead, Chloe��s free hand plants itself in the center of Beca’s chest, against the bare skin of her boldly unbuttoned shirt, and pushes, making her stumble backward until her back hits the side of the house.

“Oh, my God,” escapes her mouth before she realizes the words could mean the action was unwelcome when it’s the exact opposite. She can’t figure out what words to use to clarify her outburst so instead, she squeezes the hand Chloe’s still holding and gives it a tug. If pulling Chloe closer now, here, after everything isn’t clear enough, then they’re both hopeless.

She pulls Chloe in until she’s so close, their chests grazing when either of them inhale and grabs Chloe’s hip with her free hand to keep her there. Even in the dark away from the lights of the party, she can see the color in Chloe’s cheeks, can see how heavy her eyes seem and Beca’s sure she must appear much the same. Her heart feels like it might pound right out of her body. She wonders if Chloe can hear it, or even feel it against her own chest.

Those dark eyes are on her own, their conversation unspoken and Beca knows Chloe finally understands what she’s been trying to make clear all night. Maybe what she’s been trying—with less conviction or confidence than tonight—to make clear for months.

The hand that had pushed her up against the house shifts down for the briefest of moments, the heel of Chloe’s hand dipping into the beginning of the valley between her breasts to make Beca’s breath catch before it moves north, fingertips dancing along Beca’s throat until they’re on the back of her neck, sneaking up into her hair.

She whimpers. Or she thinks she does; maybe it was Chloe. It could have been; her lips are parted when Beca glances down at them.

That’s when it happens.

Chloe surges forward, her lips finding Beca’s.

Beca knows for certain it’s herself she hears whimper then. The desperate force actually knocks her head back against the side of the house but there’s no pain. Nothing hurts now. Not as Chloe’s lips move against her own in a kiss Beca’s been waiting for since the day they met.

She shakes her hand loose from Chloe’s so she can use it, so she can bring it up to frame Chloe’s face. The knowledge that Chloe has wanted this—or at least wants it now—emboldens her to find a better angle and let her tongue brush Chloe’s bottom lip.

Chloe invites her in immediately and Beca shivers when Chloe’s tongue meets hers. Fingers slide further into her hair and Beca does the same, pushing through soft cinnamon curls as their kiss grows in intensity. 

Chloe’s hips press against her and it makes her shift her stance so their legs fit together like when they dance. Her fingers pull at Chloe’s waist as if she could possibly get any closer until, on sheer instinct, her hand slides down over the curve of Chloe’s ass to grab it unabashedly and pull just as she bends her knee to lift and press her thigh against Chloe.

A sharp gasp breaks the relative silence as Chloe’s mouth twists away from Beca’s. Their eyes meet and for a moment, Beca thinks she may have done something wrong until Chloe’s fingers twist so harshly into Beca’s hair that she winces as Chloe pulls her head to the side. It exposes more of her neck and Beca lets her eyes close again as Chloe’s mouth drops to it. Lips and tongue and gentle teeth move along her skin and Beca can hear herself breathing, quick and shallow breaths that match Chloe’s as Chloe accepts the rhythm of Beca’s hand against her. The thought that Chloe likes it, is basically riding her thigh, makes her already damp underwear soak through. It makes her hips move, too, and Chloe’s leg isn’t nestled closely enough to give her anything but the barest of contact.

It’s maddening but she doesn’t want to do anything that will take away the pleasure she knows she’s giving Chloe. Instead, the hand not tangled in her hair doing little more than cradling her head as she attacks Beca’s neck travels up Chloe’s side until she feels the band of a bra through the fabric of her shirt. It’s too tempting and too easy to follow it until the backs of her fingers are grazing the edge of a curve. She hesitates there, soaking in the warmth she feels and letting a moan escape her lips when Chloe’s tongue is particularly gentle and teasing against her skin.

“Touch me.” The words are whispered but they ring in Beca’s ears loudly. Chloe’s hand finds Beca’s where it’s hesitating and guides it higher until it’s pressing Beca’s hand against her breast.

This time, it’s Chloe who moans but Beca echoes it. She wonders just how far this is going to go here, now, out in the open as Chloe’s mouth is on hers again. It’s more a curiosity than a concern; she really doesn’t care who sees them. But as the palm of her hand feels the stiff peak of Chloe’s breast, she has a desperate need to migrate elsewhere. It’s a need that grows exponentially when Chloe, with none of the hesitation Beca had shown, finds Beca’s left breast to squeeze it with urgency. Most of her fingertips are on bare skin where Beca’s shirt has shifted; heat follows everywhere her those fingertips go, from the swell of Beca’s breast to her throat, to the valley of her cleavage and to her other breast.

Chloe’s mouth leaves hers again and moves right to her ear, lips on her earlobe and tongue tracing the shell and over the piercings. “God, you’re so hot,” she breathes just as she presses her thigh forward against Beca.

So desperate for the contact, it almost makes Beca’s knees buckle which settles her more heavily astride Chloe, leg pressing the thick seam of Beca’s jeans against her in a way that makes her hips buck.

Chloe’s assault of her senses stops abruptly; she doesn’t pull back, she just...stops and it takes Beca several seconds until she can open her eyes.

Once she can focus, she sees that Chloe is staring at her, eyes wild, hair mussed, lips a dark pink and shining in the dim lighting.

“Are you okay?” Chloe asks, eyes searching Beca’s for something.

The question confuses her; why wouldn’t she be okay? “Yeah,” she says after swallowing. “Are you?” she adds, enough clarity seeping in to register Chloe’s checking on her and maybe she should do the same.

Chloe nods and leans in to kiss her again but this time it’s slow, and soft, and gentle and she pulls back too soon for Beca’s liking, but she forgives her quickly.

“Do you maybe want to go?” are Chloe’s next words and Beca feels dizzy again. Thankfully, Chloe still has her pinned against the house to keep her upright.

“Go where?” she asks; she wants Chloe to mean what she hopes she means and that she’s not suggesting they go back to the party.

Chloe’s hands are back on her waist, warm where they rest beneath Beca’s shirt. “Is your roommate home?” Chloe asks. 

Beca feels the back of her head connect with the house again, falling back to look down her nose at Chloe who’s waiting for her answer with as much anticipation as Beca feels. “I don’t know,” she says after searching her memory for any conversation that she may have had about her roommate’s plans tonight and finding nothing. “Is yours?”

“I don’t know,” Chloe answers, a whine entering her voice and the fact that Chloe is perhaps as desperate as she is rattles Beca. Her mind races, thinking of possibilities like the bedrooms in the Trebles’ house (gross), staying where they are (uncomfortable and not private), or going to Chloe’s car in the dorm parking lot.

It’s not the worst solution, all things considered.

“Okay,” she says, still working on catching her breath. “Okay, let’s just go see if they’re home or not.”

Her suggestion makes Chloe melt into her for another long, deep kiss until they’re detangling from each other. Beca has to tug at the legs of her jeans to bring them down from where they’ve ridden up and she watches Chloe do the same. It makes her crack up for some reason and Chloe’s quick to follow, both of them dissolving into fits of giggles of nervous excitement.

They start walking back toward Baker Hall, Beca’s arm around Chloe’s waist, and Beca notices Chloe tugging her phone out of her pocket and open up a new text.

“Why don’t you text Kimmy Jin and ask if she’s there,” Chloe says when she notices Beca’s curiosity.

“I don’t have her number.”

Chloe tsks at her and shoots off a text to, Beca assumes, her roommate.

A minute or two pass in silence until it becomes too heavy between them and Chloe breaks it. “Nothing has to happen, you know.”

Beca turns her head to look at her, though Chloe’s facing forward. Why Chloe thinks Beca might feel like she’s being pressured into something is beyond her, especially since Beca was the one laying the physical flirtation on thick all night. “I’m here, aren’t I?” she says, as if it should be obvious.

“I know,” Chloe says. Beca notices they’re only a few blocks from their dorm and her anticipation starts to grow again. “But we’ve been drinking.”

That’s a fair consideration. People do things they regret when they’ve been drinking, things they would never do sober. And that could be true, except that in Beca’s case, “I’ve been thinking about it for a while.”

It’s Chloe’s turn to look over, and she’s wearing a bit of a smirk. “You have?”

Beca shrugs and tucks her fingertips into the front pocket of Chloe’s jeans, as though she’s making a point, though the prospect of having to talk about it in detail makes her self-conscious. “Shut up.”

“Beca.” Chloe’s voice is teasing and slow, like syrup.

“Don’t,” she says with a groan because she knows Chloe’s gearing up to tease her. “Can we just...can you just accept it and let it go?”

“Oh, I’ll happily accept it,” Chloe says with a proud toss of her hair. Then she’s rounding on Beca to stop right in front of her. “But I’m not going to let it go,” she finishes as she leans in to kiss her and Beca meets her halfway.

Beca pulls back when things are edging toward too hot and heavy for the sidewalk. “C’mon, let’s go.” She takes Chloe’s hand and leads for a few steps before catches up. “Did your roommate text you back?”

Chloe checks her phone while Beca opens the door to the lobby to let her pass first. Chloe makes a sound of excitement, a borderline squeal, and her pace picks up considerably as they stride toward the elevator. “She’s spending the night at her boyfriend’s.”

“Oh, thank God,” Beca exhales and follows Chloe into the elevator where she punches the button for their floor before turning right into the kiss she knows Chloe’s anticipating. “Mine’s probably home,” she says between kisses.

“We’d have found a place,” Chloe says, breath already quickening as their kisses grow in urgency.

“Thought about your car,” Beca says as her hands find Chloe’s ass again to tug her closer.

Chloe hums and then says, “I thought about the shower.”

Beca had somehow overlooked that particular option but the possibility, the very concept of it, moves through her like fire. “Fuck,” she says before kissing Chloe harder.

“Mmm, noted,” Chloe says with an evil smirk as she pulls away, grabbing Beca’s hand to yank her out of the elevator and down the hall toward Chloe’s room. “But I want you in my bed first.”

The End

[chikkou]

I'd ask this on your Lisa sideblog but you don't have anon on and I'm shy lol, but do you have any headcanons relating to Lisa the First? Like Lisa's views on religion, her relationship with her mother, if any of the various worlds we see mean anything?

hoh man i didnt even know anon wasnt on LMAO... ill turn it on after i post this!

also fuck YEAH i do holy shit i fucking LOVE lisa the first!! i know its sort of the black sheep of the lisa series, since it is a completely different type of game and was clearly austins first game, but i fucking ADORE it dude. the music - which he made ENTIRELY IN THE FREE TRIAL OF FL STUDIO BY THE WAY - is FANTASTIC, the art direction is actually pretty fucking incredible for an rpgmaker game that uses a good deal of basic assets, and the gameplay.... ok yeah that part is a bit lacking but its a yume nikki-style game be nice it was his first time LMAO

ANYWAY back to ur question. first and foremost, i think this is not even a headcanon so much as straight up canon, but lisa DESPISES christianity. marty is christian, probably catholic given the golden crosses everywhere, and he is a fucking scumbag hypocrite. lisa likely associates all of christianity with this line of thinking, as there is one room in the bile area where the melted martys (although i suppose we can just call them joy mutants now LMAO) simply stand in a circle surrounding one big cross. the role of the melted martys is up for interpretation of course, as is everything, but after playing the painful and seeing them described as “mindless sheep,” i think this is how lisa viewed them. so they likely represent other people that, to lisa, are probably just as sick and disgusting as marty

lisas relationship with her mother... i go back and forth on this one a lot. i can never decide if i prefer the headcanon that lisas mom died in childbirth, and so lisa never met her, or if i prefer that lisas mom was around for a very short time and then either left or died. the fact that she says “i didnt want to leave” at the end of the first leads me to believe that she most likely died. in either case, the memory of her mother was clearly important to lisa, as she wears her pendant through the entire game and its explicitly noted as being a gift from her. in either case, i think that the death/absence of the mother is heavily implied to be the primary cause behind martys descent into alcoholism and lisas abuse, since the white room strongly implies that marty did at one time sincerely love and care for her as a father properly should 

as for the meaning of each of the rooms, i think most of them are fairly self explanatory, but some of them are a bit more vague, so ill break it down in terms of how i see it (and ill put them under the cut because its long as hell):

martys house - this is the most literal one. pretty self-explanatory. the dark, yet vibrant colors and the ear-bleedingly loud tv are pure sensory overload, something lisa probably deals with on a regular basis. when lisa goes outside and it turns into a sky of marty faces, i think this is the transition into the psychological part of the game

the lobby - this is honestly just pure yume nikki ripoff LMAO... but if i had to ascribe a symbolic meaning to it, i think its probably a quiet and safe area for lisa to retreat to in her mind when she needs it, but even that eventually gets sullied as tricky rick makes his way there, too (and tells her hes “just waiting” when she talks to him). the majority of gameplay is lisa searching for items with which to kill tricky rick, who always abuses and disparages her whenever she talks to him, telling her she’ll never forget. as for the reason why... well, take one look at him and its pretty clear whats going on there. (the name is also a reference to richard nixon, whose nickname was... well, you can figure it out!)

the town - the bar area is 100% my favorite from this world; lisa clearly hates alcohol and anyone who drinks it, associating them all with marty, and that music... all i can say is YUCK. the entire section also consists of lisa having to give up something in exchange for what she needs to move on, and usually getting the raw end of the deal out of it (she gives one marty a banana, he gives her a banana peel in return). she does all that while avoiding a marty following her outside who repeatedly tells her “you cant escape,” and upon reaching tricky rick (who is atop a narrow, columnar, PINK mountain), it becomes pretty clear whats happening to her. 

the sea room - fucking marty spiders man. im assuming they represent the sickly feeling of crawling skin she gets when she looks at him or is anywhere near him, but holy GOD they are annoying to deal with. she kills tricky rick with pills here - we dont know what kind of pills these are, but i interpret them as sleeping pills, and given the rumbling music and the rapid cycling marty background, i wonder if he forced her to take these. marty is everywhere here, but the only one she can speak to is seen chilling on a raft of some kind. marty likely spent much of his time recreationally, i.e. drinking, so it makes sense why this would be here

the rope room - theres no symbolism here this is just pure comedy (LMAO). if i HAD to assign some meaning to this area, it would be that lisa likely is so despondent at this point that putting in effort to do anything feels utterly pointless, much like climbing this long-ass rope was

the white room - as i mentioned earlier, i personally believe that this area depicts the previous relationship between marty and lisa (and also has one of my favorite songs in the game). he is shown doing traditional fatherly things - he is no longer wearing sunglasses and is wearing a suit, meaning he was likely employed, and is actually smiling. he also spends time with her in a completely platonic, familial way. when she interacts with him, there is a little heart over his head. after lisa walks through the golden statues (which will reappear later), the entire world becomes filled with bile, and martys appearance returns to that of the other martys, but with an extremely warped, grotesque face. the item she needs in this area to kill tricky rick is found between two golden crosses.

notice that all of the items she kills tricky rick with - a razor, pills, and now a plastic bag - are things that a child could plausibly get their hands on; none of them are explicitly weapons. i think this shows both her age and how often she must have considered using those things against him. 

the bile room - probably my favorite area in the game, and also features what i consider the quintessential lisa song. this area really drives home lisas disgust with marty and with christianity as a whole - it almost certainly has the highest concentration of crosses, and it is also quite literally covered in wall-to-wall bile, dirty water, and disgusting houses. a lot of the most graphic sights, like the melting martys and the pond martys (no idea what to call them LMAO) are here, so i think this is pretty much the lowest circle of hell for lisa. marty gives lisa a freshly cut finger in exchange for a napkin here; im not necessarily sure what that represents, but i think the napkin was used by marty to masturbate (as he says “i needed that” after he takes it), so perhaps the finger is martys?

lisa kills tricky rick here in a cave that is not-so-subtly shaped like a penis, and gets a vhs tape in which he pretty explicitly states what is going on in the game; he even pretends like he doesnt know who lisa is at first, which somehow makes it even more disgusting. the fact that vhs tapes play a role here sort of makes me wonder if marty really WAS filming some of what he was doing, and given that lisa the joyful confirms that brad was forced to somehow participate in lisas abuse, that is.... horrific to think about, honestly

the marty tape - this tape just has the player (as marty) walk up to lisa and suited marty, who are having a tea party with a plastic tea set. they both get hearts over their heads if you talk to them. i think this drives home that he and lisa did once have a normal relationship, and perhaps theres some part of marty who misses that? theres a LOT of ways you can interpret this; having the player become marty really calls a lot into question.

the mansion - the room leading here has a marty staring directly at the player who informs lisa that she needs a sword to progress. unsubtly, the sword must be placed into the crotch of a womans statue. the mansion inside is beautiful and ornate, and easily the most gorgeous area in the game - and it all leads to what appears to be a proto-joy mutant marty, sort of looking like jabba the hutt. i dont doubt that this is intentional, given that jabba the hutt is associated with slave leia, and its not at all a far leap to call lisa martys slave. the golden statues of women, as well as many golden crosses, are everywhere in this area. its actually quite a large space with a lot of thought put into it, so im really upset that i cant figure out more of what it represents LMAO

the final area - lisa seems to go back to her actual house, but upon leaving her room and entering whether the living room would be, the whole area changes. she encounters herself in a blood red room, but when she talks to the other lisa, she turns into marty. i think this represents a clear question - who is lisa without him? IS she anyone? or is she just a vessel for him to do with what he pleases? she encounters a naked marty telling her to give up shortly after, and flees from him, but is followed by voices repeatedly telling her that she must accept her fate. i think this clearly show the mental state of lisas last days. she was tormented, eternally. she truly felt there was no escape from marty. even the background becomes nothing but martys face, over and over again, as the end screen flashes.

at the end text, she finds a video tape, and in the tape sees someone who is ostensibly her mother from behind. she apologizes for not being there for her, but when that figure turns out, its martys face that she sees. the sky turns into marty. the music becomes corrupted and overrun with pretty fucked up laughter. she tries to run, but marty is already everywhere. theres nowhere for her to run. and then the game is over.

note that the video tape comes AFTER the games end screen, which stops not long after the appearance of the naked marty. so i personally believe that the “game over” represents her deciding to take her own life, rather than just give up and accept her fate. by running from him into the blackness, she got away from marty the only way she could have. it is sad and horrible, but that is honestly the best ending that she could have gotten in this game.

the first is definitely not as good as the painful in terms of gameplay, that much i can agree on, but i really think people miss out on a lot by not playing it. i think its really crucial to see lisas life from her own perspective before you can see it from brads - after all, brad may have known more than anyone else about what was going on, but he did not experience it like lisa did. for brad, lisa is a symbol of his own regrets and failures, but lisa was a PERSON (well, in-universe anyway LMAO). she suffered on her own, with pretty much no one to help her, and then she suffered so much that she couldnt take another second of it. 

[oskea93]

Why Can’t I (3)

Warning: Language Hey guys! Sorry if this update is lame. I wanted to get something out before I started on the next update of Keep it to Yourself. This update is a bit more comical but I promise the good stuff is coming soon. Thanks to those that have read, liked, or wanted to be tagged. I appreciate you all!!

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“You ever notice how dark the sky is when it’s night time.”

I stared up at the dark sky, giggling out of drunkenness from time to time. “I bet the astronauts need flashlights in space because of how dark it is.” I heard Duff laugh from beside me. At this point, I was thrashed! The stiff drink I had asked Duff for went from being a single shot to multiple shots within 1 hour. Not to mention a few beers thrown in here and there. I wasn’t the type to get drunk, especially with people I didn’t know. The last time I was drunk was on my 19th birthday when Bryn and I were arrested for public intoxication. It was my birthday and I was finally able to legally drink without it being a big deal. Let’s just say Bryn and I over did it and made total fools out of ourselves outside of Studio 54 in Manhattan. We thought we were having fun but the cops and club owners thought otherwise.

“Wouldn’t it be cool if we could go to space for like a day and then drive home.” Duff spoke. “It would be like driving to Disneyland.” I hummed in response, keeping my gaze on the stars above us. I didn’t have a clue as to what time it was but the sand below me was very comfortable and the crashing of the waves was making my eyes grow heavy with exhaustion.

“Are you falling asleep on me?” Duff poked my side. “You lightweight.” I groaned in response as he laughed, pulling his body to a sitting position. I looked over at him, my eyes trailing down his body. I watched as he stared out at the ocean, his blonde hair blowing lightly in the wind. He was very attractive! I don’t know if it was all the liquor that flowed through my bloodstream or the fact that I hadn’t been laid in almost two months, but Duff was killing me. I literally wanted to climb him like a tree and let him have his way with me.

“Duff?” I spoke without realizing it. He turned his head toward me, his green eyes sparkling in the moonlight. “Will you-”I started to speak, only stopping mid-sentence when a wave of nausea hit me like a brick. Without any warning, my thoughts of passionate sex with Duff were ruined by the contents of my stomach spilling out like Old Faithful in Yellowstone!

“Oh shit.” I heard Duff exclaim with a chuckle. I felt his fingers pull my hair back as I continued to throw up on the beach. I was totally embarrassed. “Are you okay?”

I shook my head no, dizziness soon falling over me, making everything around me spin out of control. Was I dying? Did I have alcohol poisoning? “I don’t feel good.” I moaned out, getting on my hands and knees, trying to keep myself somewhat balanced. I could feel my body staggering around like a Weeble Wobble toy. I finally gave up, falling back into the sand below me. “I’m dying.” I cried. I closed my eyes, hoping it would calm down the dizziness. I heard Duff’s footsteps (hopefully it was Duff’s footsteps) coming toward me. “I’m dying.”  

Duff started to laugh; God, his laugh was sexy. “I promise you’re not dying.” I cracked open my left eye, seeing him crouching down beside me. “Let’s get you off this beach and on a comfy bed.” He stood up to full height, pushing his long mane out of his eyes. Without any warning, his arms slipped under my body, picking me up bridal style. I instantly wrapped my arms around his neck, placing my head in the crook of his neck. The sudden movement caused my already fragile stomach to lurch in protest. Before I knew it was happening, Duff’s once clean shirt was now covered in vomit. He had stopped walking almost immediately, his arms tightening under my weight.

“I am so sorry.” I cried out. I didn’t even look up to see his reaction. If I was embarrassed before, I was absolutely mortified now. I have never thrown up on someone before and here I was emptying my guts on the guy I envisioned having sex with mere seconds ago.

“Believe it or not-”He started talking. “This isn’t the first time I’ve been puked on.”

I couldn’t believe this was happening right now! This was why I don’t drink. I was becoming one of those girls you see outside of the club, puking her guts out into the nearby dumpster. However, I didn’t have a dumpster to puke in… I puked on a human being….

“You weren’t kidding, man.”

“I can’t believe something so perfect as that barfed all over the place last night.”

“Dude, beautiful girls can’t hold their alcohol. I can’t tell you how many times I had a babe puke on me or puke on my guitar. I fucking hate when that happens.”

“Oh shit, she starting to wake up.”

My body was fucking killing me. From my head pounding, to my ribs aching, I felt like absolute shit. The only good thing was that this bed was super comfortable. I let out a groan, slowly rolling over in the bed and onto my back. The sun shined through the white curtains, warming the room with natural heat. As my eyes adjusted to the sunlight and my aching hangover, I realized that this was not my bed and it was not my room.  I looked down at my attire, an unfamiliar, baggy sleeveless shirt covered my torso and my shorts had been removed.

“Good morning!” 
I jumped up in surprise, seeing two guys standing near the door. I instantly pulled the blanket tighter to my body, fear washing over me. “Who the hell are you?” I cried out. “Where am I?” The memory of being with Duff and what had happened last night flew out the window, being replaced with a fight or flight reaction.

The blonde’s face fell, “No, it’s okay.” He started to come closer. “You see-” He paused, gesturing between him and the curly headed guy. “We’re friends of Duff’s.” I looked at him confused. “He told us to watch you while he went out to get some medicine. He figured you would have a hangover.”

“When’s he coming back?” I asked. “Is he coming back?”

The blonde started to smile again, “Yeah, he’ll be back soon.”

I stayed silent, still clutching the blanket to my frame. Even though the shirt was covering me, I still felt uncomfortable and naked. “Can I have some privacy, please?” I asked.

“Oh yeah, sure thing.” The blonde quickly backed out of the room, the curly headed guy following his lead. Once they were out of the room, I tore the covers off me and stood up.

“Fuck.” I muttered, grabbing onto my head.

Once the rush was over, I stood up straight and looked around the room. My top from last night was nowhere to be found. Luckily, my wristlet and sunglasses were placed on the wooden dresser in front of the bed. I made my way over to the piece of furniture, grabbing my things to leave. I placed my sunglasses over my eyes and started walking toward the door. I needed to get out of here and back to my own hotel room before Duff appeared. Even though we didn’t do anything, at least I hope we didn’t do anything, I was totally embarrassed by my actions. I fucking threw up on the guy! Who does that? Plus, I’m sure Bryn was worried sick and had every island police officer looking for me at this point.

“Should I leave a note?” I asked myself aloud. I looked behind me to see if there was any paper. “Fuck it.” I ditched the notion. What was I supposed to say anyway? “Hey, thanks for being there with me while I got drunk. Sorry I threw up all over you.” I don’t fucking think so.

I made my way through the house, passing by Duff’s friends. Their attention was focused on the TV in front of them, giving me a clean break to leave. I quietly closed the door behind me and started walking toward the shops that lined the streets…

“I was worried sick, Lauren!”

I rolled my eyes as I combed my wet hair. When I finally made it back to the hotel, Bryn wasn’t there. I counted my lucky stars at that point because she would have hounded my ass as soon as I walked past the threshold. Her not being there gave me some time to sober up and clean myself up from last night. I didn’t need her seeing me in a stranger’s shirt, looking like I had a drunken one night stand.

“We are in a foreign area, Lauren. You could have been kidnapped. You could have been raped. There are so many thoughts running through my mind right now.” I rolled my eyes at her reaction. “Were you alone or did you spend the night with someone?”

“I was with a-”I thought of the right word to explain Duff. “I was with a friend.”

“A friend?”

I nodded my head, “A friend.” I repeated. She stared at me through the mirror. It was evident that her brain was in overdrive as she thought of who I could have spent the night with. “Oh my God.” She breathed out. “You were with that guy from the bar!”

I let out sigh, placing my head down on the counter. “He’s a weirdo, Lauren. He could have kidnapped you and then we would have never seen you again.” She was pacing at this point. “Oh God, did you have sex with him? Did you cheat on your loving fiancé with some miscreant?”

I removed myself from the vanity, walking past her and back into my room. “You’re not answering my questions, Lauren.” She followed me like a puppy. “When you don’t answer it means that you did something.”

“I didn’t fucking sleep with him, Bryn.” I exploded. “If he wasn’t there then God knows where I would be right now.” She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, he looks a little rough on the edges but he’s a good guy.”

Bryn let out a huff, muttering a string of words as she turned to exit the bedroom. Sure, Duff didn’t look like Luke or any of the guys that Bryn and I hung around. He had tattoos, drank like a pirate, and had long hair. He was different and that’s what Bryn hated. I mean it wasn’t her fault, it was just the way she was brought up. Bryn’s parents were wealthy squares who looked down on those that didn’t look like them. Like Billy Joel sang, “She’s been living in her white bread world.”

I guess you could say that my parents were the same way. They were very judgmental of those that didn’t come from the top social-class, my father especially. You needed to have three silver spoons in your mouth before my father acknowledged you. My mother just went with the flow, basking in my father’s success and hanging out with Bryn’s mother at the country clubs and luxury clothing stores. I could have ended up just like them but thankfully God gave me feelings and empathy for others…

@fancywasmyname1​ @sparxx27​ @siliwanoel​

[helisol]

ye s, well

it basically came to me like a prophet receiving a vision from an angry god. you know. like brian david gilberts video ideas but with more slow burn.

no really i wrote all this down in my phone’s note app because some nearly coherent things popped up in my head every time i was on the train or bus these last few days.

(after-actually-writing-this disclaimer/note: this is 2000 words of slightly edited rambling about Bagginshield in the Afterlife. i had to put it in a read more.)

so the gist of it

the botfa goes just as in the movie with minor details altered. like bilbo kissing thorin just before he dies which inadvertently causes a ripple in time and space that makes the valar curious of them both. you know. minor stuff.

so bilbo goes back to the shire, the war of the ring goes down, and the hobbit/elf gang sails to valinor at the end. classic stuff, not much alternating of universes here.

but here’s where things turn into the “my city now” meme because DUDE DO I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS ABOUT VALINOR AND HOW THE AFTERLIFE WORKS

like, I’m sorry mister jolkien rolkien tolkien, but just putting people into a hall to await being judged like a hospital waiting room? snooze, that’s boring!

so first of all, and you can fight me on this, Yavanna Made The Hobbits And You Can’t Change My Mind.

it just makes sense for her to have been very saddened by the destruction of literally all her work on arda through melkor’s poison, so she made living, growing things that could protect themselves from harm. as opposed to the ents, by the way, which were made by Eru to protect all the other living, growing things. it was a nice gesture of Eru to make those, but not quite what Yavanna wanted or had in mind, i imagine.

as with the dwarves, Eru wasn’t all happy about the existence of another race he didn’t make but you know, whatever, ‘I’ll just let this married couple have their own kids aside from mine, it’s okay’.

so he hands both the dwarves and the hobbits independent thought and free will, but under the condition (and here is where the afterlife stuff comes into play) that Aule and Yavanna be responsible for their mortal creations after their death. meaning that both races have seperate afterlives from the halls of mandos, MEANING THAT ITS COMPLETELY FINE FOR AULE AND YAVANNA TO BE LIKE “oh look honey, these two are so very in love and remind me of us, shan’t we do something about that?”

so. they do something about that. more precisely, they rearrange their afterlife-realms so they’re next to each other and someone with enough willpower could cross through the barrier. because listen, they’re valar, they can do whatever they want just for kicks.

okay so after that tangent lets get back to the meat of the matter: gay dwarves. I know not everyone has read Sansukh, a 500k word mammoth of a fic, and I don’t really intend to copy any of det’s canon, but their version of The Halls of Mahal really inspired me. basically the dwarven afterlife is one big hunk of a mountain/underground city where they’re free to live their days until dagor dagorath doing what they do best in the company of their families and friends; like smithing, crafting, building and other JustDwarrowThings.

meanwhile the hobbit afterlife is Basically The Shire and instead of being given the materials to build things, all the hobbits who go there get to grow plants and do their gardening. they don’t have to- just like none of the dwarves have to craft stuff- since there’s always enough food for everyone, but they are just allowed to do what they do best if they so desire.

now when Bilbo arrived in the undying lands he was still Old As Hell and im sorry to put it this way, he definitely kicked the can after like, a week of living there. not really so undying, them lands, huh. anyway Bilbo bites the dust and LOOK AT THAT he’s suddenly young again, and another LOOK AT THAT he’s standing in a very comfy, but Not Quite Bag End hobbit hole that has a note hung up on the front door. you wouldn’t think gods could have handwriting but hey, again, they’re gods they can do whatever. the note just tells him that yavannah made this place special and just for Bilbo but that there’s another home waiting for him. very cryptic there, lady. he doesn’t leave at first because hey, his family is here. there’s a lot of reunions and celebrating and food because its the fucking hobbit afterlife, what else would you expect

it takes him a few days of Regular Hobbit Life in his new home to realise ‘holy shit, this is so boring’ so what does a Fool of a Took do when things get boring and there’s a note urging him to do something?

HE’S GOING ON AN ADVENTURE

so Bilbo runs through the whole not-shire, meeting all sorts of people he outlived on the way (looking at you, Lobelia), as well as some elves. because elves can definitely just waltz through all the afterlives. they can walk on top of snow, you think they wouldn’t walk around wherever they please in valinor? rip to mankind, but they’re different.

he gets to the furthest reaches of it eventually, and lo and behold, what awaits him but the view of a tall mountain, an invisible barrier and a very flustered Thorin who is at his wits end as to how Bilbo even got here.

now for thorin’s part of the story we’ll have to start after the botfa again. he basically woke up in the darkness like an episode of naked and afraid, and started talking to Aule. his maker, who loves him to bits by the way since he made thorin, just tells him he’s free to go wherever his heart takes him. again with the cryptic messages from the gods.

so thorin, still very self-loathing and bitter because of his actions right before his death, sees this as Mahal’s way of saying ‘please don’t step foot in my halls u disgusting litle creacher’, when really he just meant ‘please do some well deserved self reflecting and then come inside to be with your family, they all miss you terribly’.

after his chat with the maker thorin just spawns in right at the front gate of the mountain and he has a choice to make. go inside or stay outside. and we all know Thorin’s proclivity for drama so he basically spends LITERAL YEARS just living in self imposed solitary confinement.

oh also tiny hc here, thorin was said to have taken “any work offered to him in the towns of men”, and they showed him in a smithy, but personally I believe they meant it when they said “any kind of work”. so basically thorin is a jack of all trades, master of some. he definitely has master-level skills in certain areas though, enough to build a vaguely hobbit-hole shaped house. why is it hobbit hole shaped?

oh right, the part where Thorin is absolutely enamoured with Bilbo.

"Go back to your books and your armchair, plant your trees, watch them grow. If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”- HELLO? GAY POLICE? I’D LIKE TO REPORT A CASE OF ‘DWARF KING REALISING THAT THE HOBBIT WAY OF LIVING IS A REALLY GREAT ONE IN CONCEPT / WISHING HE COULD HAVE HAD THAT KIND OF LIFE WITH BILBO’

anyway it’s a long 80 years until Thorin does get to meet Bilbo again, and in the meantime we have one of my favorite additions to any Hobbit fanfic ever: Frerin

For the uninitiated, Frerin is Thorin’s brother. They also have a sister, Dís, but Tolkien never specified when she died and she was a bit younger than Thorin and Frerin so I reckon she’d still be alive as an old dwarf lady somewhere?

Anyway, Frerin. Oh boy. Sansukh, again, does an excellent job at turning Frerin into a character with a level of authenticity that gets real fucking close to Genuine Tolkien™, so most of my own characterisation of Frerin is based on that in Sansukh. With the important omission of the dwarves not being able to see the present/their still alive loved ones in middle earth through a magic mirror pool.

so Frerin takes it upon himself to leave the mountain in search of his brother because he really does want him back. but also because Mahal has had it with Thorin’s antics and suggests Frerin fetch him so he can finally reunite with his family. Mahal doesn’t talk to the dwarves a lot because he’s like an awkward and distant dad, but he does actually speak to them.

so Thorin is supposed to go see his family, which he does, but not immediately. it takes like, a solid year of just brotherly (and sister-sonly) companionship for him to open up about all his anxieties and regrets and THEN he goes into the mountain to cry in his mother’s lap. as you do.

however Thorin still feels like he doesn’t 100% belong with the other dwarves in there, so he frequently spends long stretches of time outside, building away at his house, thinking about Bilbo. the company goes out to visit him sometimes.

more details on the house tho, cuz it’s Important; it’s built halfway into a hill near the mountain, like a proper hobbit hole would be, but the lower levels are built into stone. look, he’s had 80 years to work on constructing this. it’s near perfect in every way for both hobbit and dwarf standards and could definitely fit the entire company and more inside.

now about the barrier. elves can pass through without a second thought because they’re shiny little bastards who just get to do all the cool stuff, but the other races can’t just hop between realms like that; they really have to muster up the willpower. which usually means they can’t do it because a drawback for both dwarves and hobbits is that they favor isolation from other races even in death, and as such don’t want to mingle with each other.

unless you’re Bilbo Badass Baggins though, who simply runs through the barrier to yell at Thorin for leaving him sad and alone for 80 years. he is that bitch.

there’s gonna be some legolas and gimli shenanigans if i can fit them in (cuz i dont know when exactly they sailed west together), possibly a mention of tauriel because bruh peter jackson did us dirty by not giving her any closure besides ‘lol i guess she’s banished from mirkwood??’ and Mairon. because. I also have some thoughts about him.

also Fili and Kili as pseudo matchmakers because every fic needs that

and did I mention there’s gonna be hozier lyrics for chapter titles

i said this was the gist of it but i somehow ended up at ~1900 words. well, more power to me.

[valentines-in-london]

I Need Fire (Part 20)

Authors Note:  Hey all!  I am so freaking sorry there hasn’t been an update in a while!!  Life has been crazy and also I got a bit tripped up with this chapter.  For more beach making out inspiration check out Bon Jovi’s “Livin In Sin” video as well haha.  Thanks for sticking with me and please tell me what you think of the chapter! Word Count: 3,622 Warnings:  drugs, angst Taglist:   @freddiessmallnipples @triplehaitches @samanthadegaro @lauravic @oh-well1 @la-sorciere-fleur @anxious-diabetic @xdeath-soulx @fanofnightz @songbirdkisses​ If you’d like to be added please let me know!

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Chapter 20

Rayne had no idea what to pack, she had never been somewhere tropical before in her life but that was exactly where she was going: Cabo San Lucas, Mexico.  Tommy had surprised her with a trip to Cabo for Christmas. It wasn’t a long trip, only three days but the day after they got back Tommy would go into the studio with Motley and Rayne would start really gearing up for Stanley’s fashion show. Life was once again about to get extremely hectic so the next few days were precious.

“I literally just packed tank tops, a bathing suit and one pair of jeans.”  Tommy smiled as he zipped up his luggage.

“Of course you did.” Rayne laughed as she packed some hair products in her bag.  Quite possibly the worst thing about any type of travel when you had curly hair was packing hair product.  Traveling with no product was the equivalent of a death sentence. “I’m giving up, if it’s not in here I’ll just have to live without it for a weekend.”

“You packed a bathing suit right?”  Tommy questioned rolling onto his stomach on the bed.

“I did.”  Rayne replied.

“A bikini?” Tommy smiled wide.

“Tommy, no one wants to see this in a bikini.”

“No correction, I want to see you in a bikini.”  Tommy said with his usual blend of sexy and genuine.

“Yeah, yeah. Are you ready?  We’re going to be late for our flight if we don’t get a move on.”

“I was born ready. I’m waiting on you foxy lady.” He pushed himself up and off their bed.

“Well I’ve been ready.”  Rayne said defiantly as she threw one more thing in her suitcase before finally zipping up her bag.  That was one of Tommy’s favorite quirks about Rayne, she always waited until the last second to be ready and then acted like she was the one waiting on Tommy.

Rayne and Tommy arrived at LAX, they parked their car and walked across the street to get to the ticketing desk.  It was all going wonderfully, until an older gentleman with a camera approached them and began snapping photos.  “Where are you off to Tommy?”

“What are you doing dude?”  Tommy questioned taking a few quick steps to put himself slightly in front of Rayne.

“Just my job.” The photographer kept snapping photos.  “Is this your girlfriend?”

“Dude, you can take as many pictures of me as you want but leave her out of it alright?” Tommy spoke defensively.

“But that’s what people want to know.”

“Who are these people?”

“Whatever magazine buys the photos.”  The photographer said vaguely.  The walk to the door felt like the longest walk of all time.  Rayne thought that he would stop when they entered the airport, but that was not the case.  

Rayne could feel Tommy’s agitation; she reached for his hand giving him a gentle squeeze as they approached the ticketing counter.  “It’s okay babe.  Just go with it.”

Rayne and Tommy checked into their flight and were given their boarding passes in a swift fashion. The photographer had definitely drawn the attention of others in the airport, most wondering who the hell they were and a small handful who knew exactly who Tommy was.  A small crowd had gathered around the ticketing counter making Rayne and Tommy have to slowly push their way toward the escalator up to the security checkpoint.  Tommy had never been so happy to see a bunch of officers with badges who quickly turned away the photographer and got Rayne and Tommy through security fairly quick.  When the officer looked at Tommy’s passport he nodded his head, “Alright you’re the dude from that Motley band!”

“Yeah.”  Tommy said less than enthused and walked through the metal detectors.  Once they had gotten through and into the concourse Rayne grabbed Tommy’s hand and pulled him into a secluded gate area.

“Hey, calm down.” She spoke soothingly, running her hands up and down his arms.  “I can feel how angry you are.”

“What the fuck was that?”  Tommy finally spoke after a few moments.  “A fucking photographer invading our privacy to sell the pictures to some fucking magazine?  And taking pictures of you?  Fuck that.”

“Hey, shhh.” Rayne placed a hand on his cheek. “Sadly that’s the price that comes with fame.  Is it one of the good sides?  No.  But there’s nothing we can do about it now. Maybe we need to start thinking about how to handle that situation.”

Letting out a heavy breath Tommy shook his head.  She could feel him starting to calm down.  “That’s not how I wanted this vacation to start.”

“I know baby. I’m sure that’ll be the worst thing to happen on this get away.  Okay?”  Rayne smiled. “Come on, let’s go to our gate and forget about it alright?”

Tommy nodded his head and he and Rayne walked hand in hand to their gate.

Once Rayne and Tommy walked into their suite in the resort almost everything from earlier in the day was forgotten.  Tommy dropped both of their matching bags on the floor while Rayne held two large margarita glasses in her hand.  The weather was warm and the cold drink not only tasted delicious but it felt delicious too.  Rayne handed a glass to Tommy before taking a step out onto the back deck which was open to the sand on the beach where the teal water was calling to them.  Tommy quickly changed into his black and pink spackled swim trunks, Rayne however took a few minutes to change into her bathing suit. She had packed a bikini, at Tommy’s request, it was the last thing she threw into her bag before they left. Rayne looked at herself in the mirror before taking a deep breath and letting her hair out of her pony tail.

When she walked out Tommy’s jaw went a bit slack.  Rayne was in a leopard string  bikini which hugged her curves just right despite how unsure she was. Rayne rolled her eyes, “Don’t look like that, you’ve seen me naked.”

“You look amazing, come on.”  Tommy grabbed Rayne’s hand and the two walked hand in hand towards the ocean.  The Mexican sun felt hot on their skin so when the cool water brushed their feet it was a welcome feeling.  Rayne immediately dove under the water flipping her hair out of her face as she reached the surface.  Tommy was still only up to his knees in the water.

“What?  Too cold for you California boy?”  Rayne called out to him splashing in his direction.  “Come on, I’ll warm you up.”

Tommy still remained where he was so Rayne swam back to him like a lioness stalking her prey. When she got within arms length of him she pounced on Tommy sending him to fall right into the water. Tommy gasped as he came to the surface, “Oh you are so dead.”

“Am I?”  Rayne teased playfully splashing him with water.  “You’ll have to catch me first.”

With that Rayne was swimming off into deeper water with ease while Tommy slowly chased after her. For having such long lanky limbs he certainly didn’t have speed in the water.  When Tommy finally reached Rayne she was calmly floating in the salt water.  

“Oh no you’ve caught me.”  Tommy leaned down and kissed her causing her to no longer be floating in the water but now kicking her feet to stay afloat.  She wrapped her arms around Tommy’s neck and grazed her nose with his. “I guess someone is feeling better.”

“How could I not be when we have a beautiful private beach, a romantic suite and soon enough a gorgeous sunset?”  Tommy enthusiastically replied.  

“Good.  I’m glad.”  Rayne said wrapping her legs around Tommy’s waist and kissing him softly.  “I’m gonna go grab a lounge chair and get some sun.”

“Sounds good.” Tommy replied as he began swimming back to the shore with Rayne.  As Rayne walked out of the water she quickly brushed her hair off of her face, dripping wet with salt water.  There were four empty white lounge chairs on the beach in front of their room, Rayne picked the one that her bag was closest to and laid down before reaching into her bag for a pair of sunglasses.  Soon after Tommy approached her and shook the water off him like a wet dog causing Rayne to laugh as the water splashed her.

“You’re such a dick.” Rayne laughed brushing the water droplets off her sunglasses.  Soon the warm sun evaporated any traces of ocean water on both of their skin while they silently laid down enjoying the peace and quiet.  Rayne pulled out a magazine and started flipping through the pages.  

After about thirty minutes Tommy broke the silence, “This is paradise.”  Rayne couldn’t help but smile, she was actually impressed that Tommy lasted half an hour without talking even though he was fidgeting like crazy.

“It is glorious.” Rayne nodded her head continuing to read her magazine.

“What are you reading?”

Rayne sighed and turned her Cosmo magazine to show Tommy the name of the article MEN YOU CAN LIVE WITHOUT.  “I’m reading my trash.”

“What does it say about men you can live without?”

“Well, let’s see number one, a man that disappears for extended periods of time.  Number two, a man that is constantly surrounded by other women.  Number three, a man that doesn’t know how to relax.”  Rayne laughed as she made up the third quality, all were made up but it was all in good fun.

“What?  Give me that!”  Tommy snatched the magazine from her hand and his eyes began scanning the words.  “It doesn’t say any of that.”

“You’re so gullible.” Rayne chuckled from the chair next to him.  “But seriously, do you know how to just chill out?”

“No, not really.” Tommy admitted.  “We should go out on jetski’s!”

“I’ll go out jet skiing with you if you promise that you’ll let me just sit and do nothing when we get back.”  Rayne sat up in her chair pulling her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose.

“Fuck yes dude! It’s a deal.”  Tommy jumped up from his chair reaching for Rayne’s hand to begin walking down the beach to the docks at the far end of the resort.

Rayne and Tommy had gotten the last two jetski’s available and quickly zoomed off in the water. Rayne had never been on one before, but quickly got the hang of it.  Tommy, of course was finding the biggest waves he could to jump over and get the most hang time in the air.  Rayne on the other hand cruised along the shore when she wasn’t doing donuts.   Tommy eventually made his way over to Rayne, “I’ll race you to the dock.”

“You’re on.” Rayne called over to him circling around in the water to be facing in the right direction.  “Ready?

Rayne reached the dock first and with a gleeful cheer she threw her fist in the air.  Quickly turning the jetski around to face Tommy with a smile on her face. "Bet you didn't think I'd beat you huh?"

"Two out of three?"  Tommy charmingly asked.

"Oh no, only losers throw that out there after they lost.  I won fair and square."  Rayne said defiantly before she did another donut around Tommy.  

"You wanna go for a real ride?"  Tommy changed the subject patting the back of his jetski.  "You've just been staying pretty close to the shoreline."

"Oh I've gone for a real ride plenty of times."  She teased him.  "But another one can't hurt. Let me bring this back to the dock."

Tommy followed Rayne as she returned the jetski to the man at the dock.  Soon after she hopped on the back of Tommy's jetski, wrapping her arms around his waist.  "I think you made this proposition just so I'd be straddling you."

"Trust me baby, if that was the case you wouldn't be straddling me there."  Tommy turned his head slightly before accelerating in the water causing Rayne to yelp and hold on tight.

She was sure Tommy was a slight adrenaline junkie, he loved things that went fast and had a hint of danger to them.  Tommy would find the best wave he could and punch the throttle to get as much air as he could off the wave. The first time they did it Rayne had to admit she was a bit afraid but she got used to the feeling the more they went along.  And she would never turn down a chance to wrap her arms around Tommy and that was a requirement for this activity.

Once the waves grew smaller and the sun began to set Tommy stopped and began to make his way back to the dock.  Giving him a light squeeze Rayne asked, "Why don't you bring your motorcycle back from your parents place? You'd be able to ride along the coast back home."

"That sounds like an excellent idea babe."  Tommy smiled docking the jetski and hopping up onto the wooden dock before reaching down to help Rayne off the jetski.  He pulled Rayne close so that their chests were flush against each other. "Have I told you how much I love you lately?"

"I'm always willing to hear it more."  Rayne winked up at her boyfriend.

"Well I love you."

"Now how about that real ride you promised me earlier?"  She teased biting her lower lip.

"Oh now you're asking for it."  Tommy deviously smiled before he made a move to wrap Rayne in an embrace but she was a step ahead and dodged his move and began running down the beach back toward their suite.

She stayed ahead for a good while but Tommy's long legs allowed him to catch up to Rayne lifting her slightly off the ground.  She looked into his eyes and instantly knew the look that shot from them. Tommy's lips lowered to Rayne's and she happily met him halfway.  Carefully the two dropped down into the sand, Rayne laid down on the sand while Tommy straddled her as the waves casually lapped at their skin.  The two continued to kiss, intertwining their fingers. Rayne wished they could live like that forever, in their own private paradise, no worries and no one else around.

Wrapping her leg over Tommy's she made a quick move to switch positions so that she was on top of Tommy straddling his waist.  Tommy buried his hand in her wet hair and pulled her down to kiss him once more. Slowly pulling away from him Rayne smiled down, brushing her hair to one side of her face.  "What do you say we skip dinner? Because right now I don't want anything but you."

"Now that sounds like a plan."  Tommy grinned rubbing his hands up and down Rayne's thighs.  As fast as she could Rayne popped up and off Tommy before running towards their suite.

Hours later Rayne laid in bed next to a sleeping Tommy.  She couldn't help smiling to herself that she had worn him out but she still wanted to get cleaned up and ready for bed.  Once the shivers stopped rushing over her body from her orgasms she pushed herself out of bed.  The sun had long set and it was dark in the room. Rayne quietly walked over to her and Tommy's bags reaching around for her skin care and birth control.  Feeling a few smooth bottles she grabbed them and walked into the bathroom closing the door before she turned the lights on. Once her eyes adjusted to the light she looked down at the bottles on the counter confused. She must've reached into Tommy's bag and not her own.

The red bottles in front of her weren't her skincare bottles at all, and they had no label.  Rayne picked one up to examine it further, she couldn't even see through it so she decided to twist the top and open it.  As soon as the lid came loose she knew what it was and when she lifted it to find a very tiny little spoon like contraption it sealed the deal.  It was a bottle filled with cocaine. She knew that Tommy had used in the past but didn't think that he used when he was at home. As soon as she thought it she realized how naive that must have sounded.  On top of that she couldn’t help but think how much trouble he would have been in if the caught him with any of this at the airport.

It didn't make sense to her why he would have to bring cocaine with him on a three day vacation.  How could he not be without it for three days? Rayne then closed the small bottle with the powder in it and looked at the other two bottles she had mistaken for her skincare products.  Again they were not labeled and when she opened them up both had little white pills in them, one bottle they were oval and the other were round. Though she had no idea what they could be as they were so general but she knew that they weren't prescribed to him.

Closing the bottles Rayne steadied herself against the bathroom cabinet taking a deep breath.  She wanted to wake him up that second and question him but she knew that wasn't the best route to take, she needed to get her emotions under control because they were all over the place.  She was angry at him, in complete shock, angry at herself for her own naivety, sad that he needed these things even when he was alone with her. Slipping out into the bedroom Rayne put the bottles back where she had found them and grabbed what she had originally intended from her own bag before slipping back into the bathroom to shower.

The next morning Tommy and Rayne sat around the table in their room clad in plush white robes and room service in front of them.  Rayne was nibbling on some fresh fruit while Tommy was eagerly scarfing down pancakes and bacon. She watched him carefully still in shock over her discovery from the night before.  If he really was hooked on coke or pills, what else could he have been hiding from her?

"So what do you want to do today baby?"  Tommy asked between bites. Rayne thought about it for a moment before she grabbed a glass filled with a delicious mimosa taking a small sip.

"Well yesterday I went jet skiing with you and then we took all our activity to the bedroom.  So today you're going to make good on your promise and just relax with me."  Rayne smiled. Suddenly Tommy's inability to sit still made sense in Rayne's head.

"Did I promise that?"  Tommy asked.

"More or less."  Rayne smiled taking another sip of her drink.  A relaxing quiet day would give Rayne time to live in her thoughts and think about exactly how to go about having quite an uncomfortable conversation with her boyfriend.  "So have you talked to Vince at all since he got out of jail?"

"No.  I don't know what I would say to him."  Tommy shrugged his shoulders.

"So the first time you're going to see him is when you get to the studio?"  Rayne asked.

"I guess.  Vince is a big boy I'm sure he's fine."  Tommy concluded causing Rayne to put her head down and sigh.  "What? You don't agree?"

"I don't know.  Maybe guys really are wired differently than women but I couldn't imagine going through what Vince must be going through alone."  Rayne reasoned.  "He just got out of jail for vehicular manslaughter, the person who died was one of his friends, and his best friend's girlfriend was in the car with him that night and I don't need to elaborate any further.  That's a heavy cross to bear alone."

"He's not alone. He has Jo."  Tommy took a bite of bacon.  Rayne only shook her head she didn't think she could win this one.  One thing she was sure about was that Vince and Jo's home was on the way to work and she would be sure to stop by when she got back to California and make sure they both knew she was there for them whatever they needed.

"Maybe you're right. Maybe that's enough for him."  Rayne shrugged her shoulders.  "You know him better than I do."

Later that day Rayne was laying out in the sun while Tommy went for a swim in the refreshing ocean water.  She watched as he splashed around, dove under waves and attempted to body board. She couldn't help but smile watching him.  Tommy always approached everything with unrelenting enthusiasm, and it was infectious. But now she couldn't help but wonder how much of that was Tommy and how much of that came from outside sources.  Ever since she had known Tommy she knew about the drugs, so she couldn't be a total hypocrite and act like her discovery came as a total shock. But that didn't make it any less shocking to have it thrust right in your face.  Because even though she had known about it she never saw him do it, and maybe that was where the problem really was. Was I enabling his habit because I didn't say anything as long as I didn't see it?  Rayne thought to herself.  

She watched as Tommy came out of the ocean pushing his hair back and off his face making his way back to her.  She knew she couldn't wait to talk to him. Grabbing a towel Tommy began to towel off, "Babe the waves are incredible today you gotta come in with me at some point."

"I will."  Rayne smiled up at him. "But first can we talk about something?"

"Yeah sure, what's up?  Is everything okay?"

"That's what I want to talk about."  Rayne took a deep breath before she spoke her next words.  "Tommy I found some stuff in your bag that I want to talk to you about…"

Take me to the next chapter......

--- Well there it is, we’ve tip toed around the drug thing a bit with Tommy but now it’s reared it’s ugly head again.  I truly hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I hope it was worth the wait and again I’m so sorry I haven’t updated in a bit!!  Please let me know what you all think I love and adore all feedback<3

[letstalksymphogear]

Symphogear, EP. 5

LAST TIME ON SINGY WINGY

ANGRY GREMLIN BEAT UP GOOD BY SUICIDE MOVE SURVIVE BLUE BIRD YES. BLUE BIRD GO TO HOSPITAL FOR WATER METAPHOR WITH AFTERLIFE GIRLFRIEND. TINY BIRD SAD, BUT THEN NOT GET SAD! JACKIE CHAN TIME AFTER MUCH THINKING. WIFE WORRIED ABOUT THINGS. SOMETHING SOMETHING PUNCH GOOD NOW.

Let us continue.

Miku wakes up to see her wife has run off yet again. This is the part of the Sam Reimi’s Spiderman franchise phase where the Mary Jane (not weed) begins having a rockier relationship with Peter Parker (not slang for penis) due to lack of availability.

It’s contrived.

It’s almost impressive that she left a note and had time to draw a tiny Hibiki saying something in a bubble. Glad to see you have your priorities straight, Hibiki.

“you know she might have had a better time in the local art school that doodle aint half bad”

Hibiki is motherfucking Rocky all up in this.

She’s going to kick some ass and nobody’s getting in the way.

“YOU’RE GONNA EAT LIGHTING AND YOU’RE GONNA CRRRRRAP THUNDER TACHIBANAAAAA”

“THAT’S A DIET I CAN GET BEHIND”

I wasn’t joking when I said she’s not fucking around anymore. Did you think I was joking? I can see how you can get the impression given the first few episodes, but I really can’t emphasize the thoroughness of the ass kicking she is going to be capable of.

“MY FATHERLY ENERGIES ARE WORKING! ADOPTERS ANONYMOUS WAS WRONG AFTER ALL!”

That’s totally not ominous in the slightest.

Meanwhile, in the middle of an unnamed McMansion in the middle of who knows where...

Gratuitously spoken English is heard. To be fair, it’s actually really impressive pronunciation coming from people whose native language are systemically different to ours. Most shows would just settle for “this dude is actually speaking english but everything is said in japanese for better interpretation” but not Symphogear! No siree!

Relic business is afoot.

We have a random blonde lady shooting random Noise from the thing The Gremlin had in her hands.

She’s really trying her best with her accent. She’s also casually shooting Noise because let’s face it, would we not do the same if it were in our hands?

“i do whatever i want with my big stiff rod pal”

Also, she’s a nudist. To also be fair, if you lived in a fuckoff rich McMansion with weapons beyond your comprehension, you likely couldn’t help but walk around naked doing whatever the fuck you want.

The people she’s talking to are the Americans, which we explained before are portrayed strictly in an antagonistic light. They want some relics, and this lady clearly deals them like like some sort of glorified drug dealer.

Suffice it to say, she’s not a very nice person.

Also, the subs don’t match what they’re saying in English in the slightest.

The name of this woman... is Fine (pronounced fi-neh). And she is the main antagonist of this series.

Fucking identical.

And here is the most unpleasant scene in the entire season.

The person we’ve repeatedly alluded to as The Gremlin is called Yukine Chris. She serves Fine in whatever the hell they’re up to right now. In this case, it’s using the Nehushtan armor to run around with Solomon’s Cane to throw Noise around the city.

“shits gonna get real abusive, pal”

Fine is a narcissistic sociopath. She’s manipulated Chris into servitude by believing she is the only one that can pave humanity into salvation.

“i dont like that smile”

Chris thinks Fine can secure her deepest wish. Ironically? It’s world peace.

“yeah! yeah yeah, world peace, yeah, totally. just treat me like jesus and we’re gucci”

Anyway, she proceeds to thoroughly shock Chris.

The lore behind this is that this is helping her resistance with dealing with the physical demands of the Nehushtan armor, as well as deal with the pieces of Nehushtan that may be still inside. Let’s be real, though. Fine’s a sadist, and just likes hurting people willy nilly.

“fuck... that hurt like shit... hey wait... wouldnt some of the electrical arcs hit you and shock you too, given you’re so naked and close to all this...?”

“ya nevermind that food looks real nice and i want a piece of that fuckin turkey”

It’s a real creepy scene, and it cements Fine’s horribleness really well. One of the most pivotal things to take note is that Fine says that people can only communicate with each other universally through pain. Strong, terrible BDSM overtones notwithstanding, this will be a common (though varying in quality) motif of the entire series.

“BITCH YOU THOUGHT WE WAS GUNNA EAT AFTER THAT FUCKIN’ WISECRACK ABOUT GETTING SHOCKED LIKE YOU’RE EVEN FUCKIN’ NIKOLAI TESLA ALL UP IN HERE WE’RE GONNA ELECTRIC SLIDE YOUR ASS TO NEXT WEEK”

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK”

“WHERE THE FUUUUUUUCK IS HIBIKI?!”

“i was gonna invite her to the circus with the rest of the class ‘cause i felt bad about how i treated her but i guess she’s not here”

“the only clown im interested in is hibiki, in the carnival tent of my own bedroom”

“isn’t being a part of /fit/ great, hibiki? can you just feel the gains?”

“yeah who needs doting wife based significant others when you have your gym bros, right newly acquired father figure?”

Hibiki, having acquired a new brain cell during her training, asks the million dollar question:

“Why the fuck are we relying on schoolgirls to deal with all this stuff?”

“anime just be that way, hibiki. i’m just the wrong protagonist in the wrong show.”

Japan is super big on keeping the Symphogear a secret because they are strong and the world really, really wants a slice of the Symphogear pie. These people are basically walking super-weapons. Tsubasa literally dropped a sword the size of a skyscraper. It’s like the premise of the series of Iron Man films.

“do i get like a superhero name too or”

Something to wrap your head around. This was released around 2012, and while the setting seems to be slightly more futuristic, the world it was made in at the time had not been through the era of social media/smartphones we have right now. It was on the cusp of doing so, which means the idea of decent (yet vertical) amateur footage of things happening wasn’t something in the mainstream yet. Why do I say this?

Because in Symphogear, the fact that Symphogear exist is the biggest open secret in this unidentified city ever. NDAs are passed like hotcakes to keep people’s mouths shut on seeing monster-fighting singing superheroes. And they sing, too! Symphogears as an entity are the most high-profile fighting agents out there. Bright colors, no masks, constant singing, fighting in broad daylight in populated areas. Everybody knows, but no one says a word.

Which means every politician on the face of Japan hates these idiots, but they’re stuck with them out of sheer necessity.

“i swear to god if you bring up sam reimi’s spiderman one more goddamned time”

“look it’s the truth, all anime comes back to sam reimi’s spiderman. fate zero did it. uhhh, fucking...baccano, probably? now us. face it. its pretty much the bible.”

It’s also pointed out that the very concept of a Symphogear is born from a science that didn’t exist, and it probably contributes to political frustration as well.

“im going to microwave all your sam reimi spiderman dvds. im gonna do it. you try me, motherfucker. i didnt go into acting and get into this position to hear lectures about a decades old film franchise nobody cares about anymore.”

“can we stop fighting about the validity of sam reimi’s spiderman for five seconds and get back to helping me thing of a dope as hell superhero name? now, lemme lay one on you: Mister Fister”

Hibiki asks where Code Ryoko is.

“any answer besides Not Here works”

“oh, she left to talk to the americans, why?”

“huh, shes sorta late, actually”

“WHY A BAD BITCH LIKE ME GOTTA GET STUCK IN TRAFFIC LIKE THIS”

In the mother of all Mom Vans, no less.

MEANWHILE... IN METAPHOR LIMBO...

Tsubasa has reached the sea floor of the water metaphor dimension surrounded by water, which is her feelings, which are very gay. Imagine the Mariana Trench but like, deeper. Way deeper. That’s where Tsubasa is.

Leave it to Kazanari “I am literally a sword” Tsubasa to successfully spin the very act of surviving a suicidal move during combat as a failure. That’s a special kind of self loathing right there.

“the sheer force of my love for big ladies is keeping me alive”

Tsubasa asks about the point of Kanade’s sacrifice. Why’d she do it? Why was she so hungry at the end?

She personally shows up to answer that question, because that’s Kanade for you.

“being badass is cool, but you know whats cooler? caring.”

“sharing the sauce... you... you shared the sauce...”

“thats right, tsubasa. i wanted to protect the sauce, but... ultimately... sharing it was better. it wasn’t my sauce, tsubasa. it was everyone’s...”

“im gonna suck on a ketchup packet in your memory, tsubasa”

Kanade’s spirit pulls her out of the dimension of water metaphors as she is slowly undrowning from her emotions.

Tsubasa, like Kanade, was lost in the sauce. But now, after Kanade’s touching peptalk, Tsubasa is lost no longer.

“will i ever see you again in my dreams, kanade...?”

“where there’s a sauce. i’ll be there.”

“ill eat taco bell every day just to see you again kanade”

“and i dont even like taco bell... im more of a chipotle girl...”

After accepting Taco Bell as her lord and savior, she is immediately pulled out of the metaphor zone.

And wakes the fuck up.

“b..... b..... b............”

“Baja Blast....”

[kaysmuarchive]

DANCE FOR NONE ➝ CHATZY

who: graham, kennedy and others

setting: strip club

possible trigger(s): n/a

GRAHAM didn’t want to be here. He honestly blamed the bride on why he was here for this stupid macho bachelor party. He did care about fitting in as much as he did in high school, in fact, he was doing well for himself all these years later. Being in your mid-twenties was weird, people were starting to figure out their lives and all he was focused on was work. Living in Seattle was fun though considering there was always something to do. Walking into this ladies dance thing was not like him and he honestly wanted to run but he got shoved over to the bar and before he knew it everyone was taking shots. Finding a table, he sat down and ordered another drink as he watched a girl walk out onto the stage area. Grabbing his drink he tried to find somewhere else to look that wasn’t at her. He felt like he wasn’t respecting her, even though he wasn’t doing anything. Watching as the girl spun around, his jaw dropped and he sat up with a confused look on his face. Feeling sick to his stomach he just stared at her. “Kennedy?” He questioned to himself as he stared at the familiar girl.

KENNEDY had changed a lot since high school, actually, that was a lie. She hadn't changed much at all. She moved to LA and she thought that she could make it there. Going after her dreams, acting could have been a thing but she was just trying to get her name out there. Except it wasn't working and she didn't have anyone there to help her get back on her feet, she stripping became her occupation. She was in school for law but she just needed to have something to help her get by. It was just another night at work, nothing unlike any other whenever she made her way out. Wearing only a black lace bra and thong, she twirled around and was met with a face that she didn't expect to see. Hearing her name, she thought she was going to throw up as she stumbled a little and held onto the pole that was beside her. "Graham? What are you doing here?" She asked, trying to keep a straight face and do what she was there for but she couldn't focus as she looked over at him. "When did you get here?"

GRAHAM stood up and took his jacket off, stepping up onto the stage and covering his friend as he pulled her backstage. Hearing the crowd grown angry he ignored them. He ran his hand through his hair as he looked over at her. “Sorry if that gets you fired,” he spoke softly as he looked down at her. “Actually, no I’m not sorry. Kennedy, what are you doing here? Why are you doing this?”

KENNEDY watched as he stepped on the stage and then she moved with him off the stage. She knew she was going to be in trouble, she knew without a second of doubt and that's whenever the music stopped and someone else came in to take her place. Sighing, she stood in his jacket and pulled it closer to her body as she looked up at him. "Graham, I'm here because I live in LA and have no one here and I'm struggling. Stripping helps me get through stuff and it doesn't hurt to get all of the tips that I do," she spoke softly, looking up at him. "You still didn't answer me, when did you get here."

GRAHAM didn’t understand why she was here. He would help her in a heartbeat but he knew things were different from them. After high school, they tried to date in college but they were on opposite sides of the world and time just wasn’t on their side. They lost touch in a way and only talked randomly. “This is your answer? Kennedy, come on. You know I would have helped you out without hesitation.” watching as a tall guy walked over he held his arms up. “I’m not here to cause problems. I will pay whatever you think is right for pulling her off the stage. I’m sorry.” Paying the guy he stuffed his wallet back into his pocket and looked over at her. “I don’t know, like twenty minutes ago. I’m here with the idiots for the bachelor party.”

KENNEDY looked over at him confused as to why he was so upset, he seemed like he was so unhappy with what was happening. Given, she could imagine if it were the other way around so she couldn't really be too mad at him for it. "I know that you would have but, Graham, I haven't really talked to you much and I can't just be like okay so help me because I'm struggling. I've never been that kind of person and you know that I haven't been. I don't want people to pay my way whenever I can make it somehow. I'm stubborn," she admitted and then looked at him as he paid the man and she raised her eyebrows. She was going to take the money back but she just let it go as she moved over to him and sat him down on the couch in the back. "Just go with it so he will go away," she whispered as she stripped down to her underwear again and straddled his lap, facing him. Leaning down, she kissed his cheek and sighed as she whispered in his ear. "Just pretend we aren't here. I've seen him hurt people." Looking back at him again, she bit on her lip as she placed his hands on her hips and shooed the man away and making him close the door of the room they were in. "What? Who? Who is getting ma-oh fuck," she groaned and covered her face. "The guys are out there."

GRAHAM sat down with hesitation and then looked over at the guy as she whispered in his ear and he felt scared for his life at that moment because he had seen films where guys die and he was not okay. Once the guy shut the door and left he scooted out from under her and stood up. “Do you think that matters to me. We’re friends, Kennedy. You know I’d help you regardless of the fact so you wouldn’t have to do this,” he sighed. “Yeah, your sisters future husband is here because Puck is an idiot. Everyone has seen you half naked now,” he spoke starting to grow frustrated as he looked down at his feet. “I’m going to go, I’m sure you have... work to get back to.”

KENNEDY watched him and then she slipped back into his jacket before turning around to him. "Hold on a minute, Graham," she spoke softly as she sighed and then sat back down. "I don't know what I'm doing right now, okay? Finn died and I don't really have a goal here. I had things figured out and then he died and then nothing made sense anymore," she admitted and then she covered her face. "Don't go. Just wait a minute. I should have asked for help, you're right but nothing just made sense and I'm sorry. I just wanted you to live your life and not worry about me."

GRAHAM went to sit back down beside her but then stood up quickly. He was a strip club with where nasty dudes came and well probably came and no. Disgusting. “Do you honestly think you couldn’t have talked to me about this stuff? This should never be an option for you, you’re way too intelligent for this. Just let me help you and I don’t mean with just money. We can talk about things and help you. This is not your answer. You can leave with me right now. Because you and I both know everyone is going to know about this before the end of the night.”

KENNEDY looked up at him and she ran her hands over her face. She tried to just distract herself from the fact that things sucked right then. "I didn't mean like that. I mean, I don't know. I get what you mean though, I'm sorry. I don't know what else to do, okay? I don't know how easily they'll let me leave before my shift ends and let me keep any of the money that I've made at all and I've like made a lot. I'll clean off my desk and we'll go okay? I just have to do one more thing. Something. A dance or something and then I'll be able to go. Are you okay with that?

GRAHAM lowered his head when he heard her last request and he ran his head over the back of his neck. “I will literally give you the money you might have to give back,” he damn near whined before holding his hand up to the door. “I’ll be outside, I don’t want to watch whatever you’re doing.”

KENNEDY watched him quietly as he went to walk outside and then she leaned her head to the side. She wasn't going to do that, she was just going to finish and then quit. Looking over at him, she walked to him and wrapped her arms around him. "I'll be there soon, okay?" She spoke softly, then walked out, leaving his jacket behind and out to the stage again to find the guys. "Dance anyone?"

PUCK was honestly living for this night. Getting Gabe in trouble was all he was hoping for but finding out Kennedy worked here was the cherry on top. Then Graham had to go and ruin it all by pulling her off the stage. Watching as she walked back out, his eyes showed interest and he pulled out a twenty and waived it in her direction. “What does it cost for more than a dance?”

KENNEDY looked over at Puck whenever he spoke and she rolled her eyes a little. "You're an idiot and you're not getting more than a dance but you can come over to this room with me and we can see what you get." She groaned, pulling him with her as she went to the room. Pushing him down, she straddled him and bit on her lip. "What do you want?"

GRAHAM knew that California was kind of warm but he was actually cold standing outside and he honestly didn’t feel safe alone. Walking back inside, he went back to the room to find his jacket and saw Puck with a girl on his lap. Covering his face he went to grab his coat and then noticed it was Kennedy on him.  Freezing he stood there silent for a second and then backed up, running into the wall. “Clearly you don’t want my help so I’m done offering it,” he mumbled as he rushed out the door and the building to find his car. getting to his car he leaned his head back on the rest and closed his eyes after locking his doors.

KENNEDY sighed whenever she watched Graham come in and then she stood up quickly. Grabbing his coat, she pressed her feet down and then turned to walk over to the door. It didn't take long and she ran outside as she wrapped in the jacket and looked for his car. The issue was, she didn't know what car was his so she just started yelling. "Graham! Where are you? I know you see me, I want your help so just tell me where you are and I'll leave with you right now," she sighed, pushing a tear off of her face.

GRAHAM was just about to start his car when he heard yelling and turned to look out his rear window. Maybe if he stayed still she wouldn’t see him but he knew her and the fact that she wouldn’t stop until he showed himself. Getting out of his car slowly he stuffed his keys back into his pocket and walked back to the trunk of his car, leaning on it as he crossed his arms. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?” He asked frustrated. “Shouldn’t you be inside working? I have a plane to catch.”

finished with headcanons of:

kelsie and savannah showed up to talk to kennedy

kelsie got confused for kennedy and caused a fight, getting kennedy fired.

graham left and went back to his hotel, telling kennedy he was mad and didn’t want to argue with her tonight.

[virgilssweaterpaws-blog]

700 celebration

3258 words, based on - x

"Ladies, Lords and Non binary Royalty! Gather, gather round!" Thomas' voice boomed across the room, his attire resembling a circus' ring leader.

"Um... we are?" A quiet voice broke the illusion, as the room returned to normal.

"Come on, Mr. Grumpy!" Roman began a dramatic strop, "Thomas asked for a dramatic mood and room but nooooo. You have to ruin it..."

"Guys! No one ruined anything!" Thomas waved his arms wildly in the air drawing both of their attentions towards him. "Virgil, I should of thought about your reaction...." He anxiously offered a smile and small laugh.

"It's fine. Just... begin?" Virgil mumbled, briefly returning the smile with a small nod.

"Ok, people!" Thomas smiled brightly, clapping to gain everyone’s attention once again, noticing a pair of glaring eyes, "and... snake people?" Thomas hesitantly spoke, watching his reaction change until he just looked bored.

Thomas shook it off with a tiny shake of his head before continuing, "Anyway! I bet you're wondering why I gathered you here today!"

"Indeed. This is unusual even for you, Thomas..." A voice remarked from the back of the room, only for the one next to him to cheerfully chip in, "Let's give it a shot! I'm sure we're here for good reason."

"We're going to play a week long game right here in the whole of the mind palace." He cheerfully said before turning to Roman, "would you do the honours?"

Everything briefly turned to smoke, adding an aura of mystery to what was happening before the smoke faded, revealing a house much bigger than Thomas'.

"For a week, the mission it to compete over who can 'kill' each other and whoever is victorious will win some yet to be determined prizes. So this house is equipped with everything you need, 5 bedrooms, 2 toilets, a stage, a giant outdoorsy area, a library, you name it. Live like normal for an entire week but don't get 'stabbed' , that's the rules!"

"Thomas..." Virgil muttered, "Explain why you keep quoting words like 'kill' and 'stabbed' please?"

"You got it!" He smiled, and moved his arm from behind him to up high next to him. "These are your knives, each one has a name decorated into them, they won't hurt but at midnight I will slide them under your doors at random, your job is to kill the person it says. And I, shall be announcing the tragedies of some deaths and narrating the story with this hear handy microphone!

"That sounds easy" Roman remarked, looking around to see people nodding in agreement.

"There are some catches!" Thomas continued, smiling at Roman. "Where can you not be killed? In the kitchen, in your own room or if you're naked, so keep it pg."

"This sounds all well and good, Thomas, but we do not know our rooms here..." Logan sighed, praying he wouldn't get Roman or there would be a real murder.

"Actually, I'm going to tell you them now!" Thomas replied, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket and carefully unfolding it.

"Virgil, you are with Patton! Because you guys will make good roomies." He took a brief pause to read the next set of roomies, this continued throughout, " Logan I have put you with Elliott because I think you both will bond.",

"Roman, I know you'll love this, you get Remy."

"Now Emile and Deceit, I have given you both separate rooms as I think that's going to be better for you guys."

Everyone seemed ok with their room arrangements judging from the brief conversations taking place before the room turned their attention back to Thomas.

"One last thing before you can all go find your rooms and get settled in for the night. If you get 'stabbed' you need to carry your knife around with you so that it's not still circulating because you must give your failed target knife to the person who beat you."

And with that everyone got up and went off to their rooms to bond and have last minute preparation time.

"Virgil, I... I don't think I can do this..." Patton mumbled to him, they were the last ones to leave and before they left Thomas' view Virgil offered him a hug.

"I'm rooting for you guys..." Thomas mumbled as he went off to collect the foam swords.

And so that marked the last night before the war began...

"Patton, no one will actually die, it'll be ok! I promise, we'll help each other out throughout this, I even wrote where you can't be killed as a message for you!" Virgil smiled, getting up and looking out the door.

"Only those two..." Virgil smirked, turning back to Patton gesturing for him to come over. "Oh my! They're just in towels?"

"Hola, Padre!!" Romans voice echoed from the other side of the hall. Of course, Remy and him decided to go around with towels covering their modesty so at any point they could drop it and become immune, talk about a lack of insecurity.

"This is kind of like a kilt..." Remy remarked going into his room to get a coffee. "You've wore a kilt before?" Roman turned around, shocked. "There's a lot you don’t know about me, hun" He shot Roman a quick wink as he left.

"We'll meet back up later alright, Patton!" And off Virgil went.

Suddenly Thomas' voice boomed throughout the corridor, "who will win? Who will lose? Letssss visit our other contestants!!"

"See, Elliott, this isn't as scary as it would seem, it's just a dumb yearly tradition, we all grow closer from this by the end as we root on the final two." Logan's expression was soft, as he explained it all to them.

"And here we have Microsoft nerd!" Roman whizzed by on heelies with Remy sipping coffee close behind him.

"Apart from him. He usually ends up in the naughty corner..." "Oh you wanna go?" "I beat you once I'll beat you again, Roman."

Within minutes everyone gathered to watch the next rap battle.

"This is all too much for me." Elliott mumbled, pushing their way out of the crowd until they felt something soft graze past part of their torso, as a very soft "gotcha!" ringed in their ears for a minute. "Thank you!" They turned to hug Remy, exchanging swords. And with that Elliott went off to text their new friend, Kai.

Though that weren't the only unusual event that morning. During the Roman and Logan rap battle a loud crash interrupted them both as Thomas fell from the sky.

As he landed he shouted, "I HEARD OUR FIRST DEATH!" Logan helped him up in the meantime, shooting him extremely confused and concerned looks, his face flickered back and forth between them until Thomas clarified, "I'm the narrator, I just don’t like 4 walls so I'm popping in with each death!" Everyone bar Remy then dispersed, "Good job Remy, already showing yourself off as a strong competitor!" He patted his back before going off again.

"Thomas!" Remy’s shout caused him turn around, slowly and dramatically, "You don't need to narrate every single detail!" He soft smiled, shook his head in a loving way and walked away. And maybe, just maybe he was right.

The next death didn’t happen until night time, what had started as two groups protecting each other turned into a stare down and a challenge of who would stay where they were for longer, only 2 men daring to walk in the middle of the sides, myself and Emile.

"Guys, it's a game, but we don't want to lose friends over this..." Emile nervously giggled watching the two groups edge nearer to each other, 1 death could end it all. It was intense, and only when there was a tiny bit of space between the two groups did someone actually die.

"I'm so sorry!!" He shouted, panicked and regretting his action, none other than Patton had killed the only one keeping peace. "Hey! I was roped into this! I just can't say no to Logan..."

And so marked the end of Monday, the death toll already at 2 out of the maximum needed of 7.

They say that weather can impact a stories mood, it definitely impacted the groups. Thunder and heavy rain, causing people like Roman pain but delighted people like Virgil. And others like Logan felt indifferent about the weather. "I feel indifferent about all of this..." He said, walking off. "My play!" Roman exclaimed, " we must all put aside the fighting for the sake of my play today!! Give me time to prepare!" And off Roman went too. Maybe Logan and Roman were tag teaming? Their exits felt a bit improvised...

"Nah" Virgil laughed, "Logan takes things far too literally, I mean you remember the first year when he straight up killed us all in a day because this was all new to us?"

Perhaps Virgil had a convincing argument... Though he simply nodded, sipping tea as he pointed at the clock.

The others would be gathering for Roman's play outside because he made a big deal about lining up outside prior to when the play starts.

And sure enough, a few people did line up waiting well before the play would start, simply passing time until then but once the doors opened, everyone started rolling in.

It was ridiculous arguing that the play was mighty and impressive yet the ending had the biggest twist going, what looked like a stage knife hit Roman's ribs and he dramatically fell to the floor, as the antagonist slowly lifted off their mask and turned around their sword to reveal a giant red, 'Roman' written across it. The crowd was shocked and clapped loudly before Roman realised what had happened. "You, snake!! Only you could worm your way into my act! Get out!!" He furiously yelled at Deceit as he left everyone there, collecting Roman's victim sword on his way out.

"I CALL INTERMISSION!!" The Prince demanded, everyone nodding in agreement. "I'll give you guys half an hour to take a break." Thomas agreed, watching every one leave, running off after one person in particular.

"Dude! When did you get killed?" "When I stopped caring?" Logan replied as though it was normal, "I have no interest in such silly wars, So Virgil killed me." "None of this explains one thing though!"

Both of them paused, "Why are you wearing your sword like it's some kind of accessory?" "Oh! You said to keep in on my person and well my boyfriend was busy playing this game so I just kind of went with it?" Logan proceeded to offer a nonchalant hug as he walked off.

Thomas was simply happy that the next day was over after the intermission.

The four remaining fighters would have to play carefully now. It all meant war at this stage, but who would win, Remy - the towel wearing newbie, Patton - the one no one expected to kill anyon- "Hey! Not fair! That was an accident!" Patton called out, interrupting the perfectly good narrative.

Virgil, the one in his element despite embodying anxiety or Deceit, the one who a sneaky snake boy despite all the evil looks of disagreement he has for that statement.

Only the next few days would have the answers.

How quickly can you count from 4 to 3? It's probably not as fast as our next contestant went out, everyone had just woke up to a mysterious banging sound.

The group cautiously approached where the sound was coming from. "Remy?" Logan mumbled quietly, trying to wake up properly. Once a sufficient crowd gathered around he announced the statement that changed the entire game... And yet those who didn't know would be shocked by this ground breaking news.

"I need coffee! Someone take me out of this game, it's too time consuming." And sure enough, he did get removed.

The finale was approaching, but who would remain in it?

Despite searching, no one could find Deceit (although our search wasn't very thorough...)

So instead we turned to the dynamic duo, Patton and Virgil. They were sat at the opposite end of the room so it was difficult to hear what they were saying though Patton's faced showed regret and pity while Virgil's remained difficult to understand, he had kept up a cold facade the entire game, no one really knowing his next attack.

The unpredictability of his gameplay could leave to a difficult war against Deceit, both strong and mysterious competitors, would Patton be able to compete is the question?

Suddenly Virgil's face changed to one of rage, as a pillow came hurtling in my direction.

"Deceits still in this game??" He seemed startled by this news. "Thomas, can you go else where please? Your narrating gets annoying after a while."

And so, we let the news sink in for Virgil, he would probably be planning on how to get rid of him now he was caught up.

The day was normal and quiet and until dinner had just ended, everyone ate together as the kitchen was big enough for everyone.

"Virgil, can we talk for a second outside?" Patton enquired, as he noticed Virgil getting up. "Uh, yeah sure!" And so the two stepped outside leaving everyone else inside. It was quiet, at first, peaceful even. Until...

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?" Was shouted from outside the room so we all rushed out to see what had happened.

Once outside we saw the sword moving in slow motion then as it hit we all gasped in harmony. "Virgil... How... How could you let this happen?" I asked, cautiously, "You can't trust anyone..." He whispered softly to us and just like that 3 became 2, the finale, the showdown, the war to end the war.

Afterwards, we got an exclusive interview with the man himself, Virgil. Here are a few highlights "So how do you feel about the finale?"... "Um, pretty good ya know!", "Did the last death not upset you at all?" "Nah"

"You were quick to answer that, Patton is your best friend, is there no kind of hurt feelings or uncomfortableness saying as you share a room?"

And his answer was remarkable, "Nope, still good vibes all round, ya know that scene was completely improvised, right?" Virgil smiled, looking at the ground before continuing, "Yeah, Roman had been teaching us all about drama actually and we decided that I should throw the game so that Morality vs Deceit can be a battle of good vs evil." For the first time in the history of these games, we had an agreement for the finale with no hard feelings and a completely improvised scene to achieve it.

Without trying to stick to clichés, the final battle would be good vs bad in the sense that deceit is not a good trait.

Who would be victorious and who would fall at the last hurdle? Could precious, peppy, Patton kill the deceitful slippery snake, ah really, double birds, again? "See...see what happens?" Logan said, staring as though this was all somewhat, familiar, to him. But yes - Deceit, a slimy boi! Logan coughed to gain his attention,, "Thomas back to the story..."

I think it's best we let someone else tell you from here....

We we're set out to win, and yes, I said we. While this may have started of as an individual competition, it was time for a bit of teamwork and collaboration. The rules before were harsh and unjust but Deceit was playing by my rules now, there was no way he could get into the minds of 4 very differing personalities. Especially not when you have one who loves to make sure things are thoroughly planned out.

Being out meant myself, Logan and Roman could gather all the required gear for our 6 step fool proof plan without having to worry about getting stabbed.

Step 1 - Setting the scene. We needed to make sure that once in the desired room, the escapes were very dodgy, this meant a bit of deconstruction. This set also meant making sure the costume was ready. If the distraction was to work it would have to be good enough to pull a Trojan Horse type of deal on Deceit.

Step 2 - Getting ready for it all. Making sure the walkie talkies were turned on, getting Roman suited up and of course I had to be sure his make up looked effective enough for us all to be convinced.

Step 3 - Setting up the trap. Roman had to go off at this stage to make sure we'd have the upper hand and sure enough, he was quick to track him down, over the walkie talkie could hear their discussion.

"Come with me!" Roman exclaimed in his best girlish voice, leading Deceit to where we wanted him, we could occasionally hear his balloon boobs rubbing on his layered outfit so they weren't noticeable.

Then once they arrived Logan went off silently to the room, staying out of site.

Step 4 - The realisation. First of Roman cross dressing. "Roman, it was kind of obvious, I know that no girls had access to this area and your balloons are too squeaky for your own good..."

We had him exactly where we wanted him but before we finish what else was realised we needed Patton to take his knife and get ready nearby. Once that was done, we waited until he finished.

"I saw you guys last night, I know this is all a trap, you really think I'm that gullible?" "I meannnnn, in our defence..." Roman nervously giggled. "Sooner or later, your little friends will have to come and rescue and when they do, it'll give me the perfect time to strike!"

"I'm not so sure about that one... Maybe I'm just a decoy to keep you in place." He shrugged, smiling innocently.

"No! They have to come and get you eventually, they're all goody goody and 'oo look at the dramatic one, whatever would we do without him'... they'll come"

"You know what, you're right!"

Andddd pause. Deceit had not anticipated step 5. Distract from secret entrance. Way back at the start of the game I spent some time carving out a chunk of the wall and covering up with a perfectly good poster, in all the chaos, no one ever looked down at it to see it was too low down to belong there.

Which meant that Roman distracting Deceit had given Patton and I a perfect chance to sneak in. Because he was too vain to ever even realise that you never make a plan without a backup.

Continue.

We'd never seen Patton get so mad over a game before but that stab in the middle of Deceits back was harsh, probably out of defence for Roman. And yet as soon as he realised he stumbled and fell onto the floor.

"Guess what?" I whispered crouching down to him. "You're dead!" And with that I brought the ketchup bottle into his eyesight as I provided him a worthy enough war wound.

And despite them having to forcefully remove the bottle from my hands to stop Deceit's injury from worsening, it was all worth it for the triumphant winner , even Logan saw the point of these wars after it was all over.

Step 6, I hear you questioning. It is probably the most important step out of all of them - Never doubt Patton Sanders, the reigning king of Murder Week.

[seokjinsonlyone-main]

Renaissance

this is the photography!harry piece based off of this request:  

hello! can you do where harry is a photographer and he needs a model for an upcoming project or something so he asks y/n since he couldn’t find anyone. and during that process, both developed feelings towards one another.

Y/N liked to sit alone in the dining room. She didn't like to watch people eat or have others watch her eat. And, she definitely wasn't a fan of small talk. Or talking at all. She didn't like it because she wasn't good at it. She wasn't good at it because she didn't do it. She didn't do it because she didn't like it. It was a vicious cycle, really. 

This wasn't to say that she didn't have any friends because she did. Those who bothered to stick it out past her social awkwardness and the unnecessarily high walls she built around herself usually were there for life. Said friends, however, refused to wait for her to get out of class and went to eat somewhere else without her. Since she didn't have a car she was left to fend for herself in the dining room. Which she didn't mind as long as she was left alone. 

Apparently Harry Styles didn't get the memo. He was this real sweet kid she saw around in the arts department a lot. They were both fine arts majors, but she specialised in painting and sketching while he specialised in photography. In their first couple years they had a few general ed classes together, so she was friendly whenever they came into contact with each other but they weren't friends. That was why his sudden presence at her table was so perplexing. They were wave from across the hall close not sit with each other at lunch close. She looked up from her plate, slowly finishing a mouthful of carbonara, eyeing him suspiciously. "How... may I help you?"

He flashed a big, bright smile at her which was honestly a bit off-putting. "How are you doing, beautiful?"

"I'm fine... just, ya know, trying to get some ATP." He looked at her with a blank expression. "Adenosine triphosphate... Like, cellular energy... that comes from– ya know what? Never mind. I'm a nerd. Why are you trying to butter me up?"

He sighed. "I know we don't talk often." She raised an eyebrow at him. "...Or, at all, but I need to ask you for a favour."

She patted around her mouth with a napkin in an attempt to stall time. She wondered why he couldn't ask one of the other million people he knew. Why did it have to be her? Why couldn't her friends have waited for her to get out of class? She figured hearing him out wouldn't be the worst thing ever, though. "Well, I can't guarantee I'll do it, but what is it?"

"I'm working on a project, and I need a model. My last one flaked out on me."

Her eyebrows drew together. "Why?"

"She found out I wasn't paying," he pouted.

She puckered her lips. "Oh. Sorry."

"It's fine. Anyway, I'm doing, like, a modern recreation of renaissance art. And, I really really really need your help."

She squinted her eyes at him. There had to be something he wasn't telling her. She was more than certain that he could convince any other girl to model for him. She knew at least three girls who had a legitimate crush on him, five girls who wanted to get in his pants, and really any living creature could be charmed into doing it once he batted his eyes in their direction. The dude was beautiful. "What aren't you telling me, Styles?"

He winced at the question before blowing raspberries into the air. "Are you... familiar with... The Birth of Venus and Venus of Urbino?"

"Of course I am," she responded immediately. When he didn't say anything, she thought back over what he just asked her until the gears in her brain were fully turning. Her eyes widened. "You want me to pose nude?" she whisper shouted. 

"You wouldn't actually be showing anything!"

"People would be able to see my face! And, I'd be showing everything else. It ain't that hard to connect the dots. No, absolutely not," she said, shaking her head. 

"I could crop the picture at your neck!" he bargained.

"Venus of Urbino is lying down!"

"I can figure something out! Please."

"Harry..." she sighed thoroughly exasperated. She wished he would let it go and move onto another person. "I know a bunch of girls who would willingly throw their clothes at you. Why me?"

"For that exact reason. I don't want someone who wants to get in my pants. I want someone who's as serious about art as I am, and honestly you're just about the most passionate person I know. I always see you in the studio hours after everyone else has gone back to their dorms. Plus, you have a 4.0, and I think that's, like, the coolest thing ever. I'd really like to collaborate with you."

His confession stunned her. She always thought she slipped under everyone's radar. Not that she was trying to, she just got so into her work that she didn't really make time for anyone else. And, in her classes that didn't require studio work she usually  preferred keeping to herself. It wasn't that she straight up ignored people, she just didn't go out of her way to make friends. It was better that way. People came and people went. It minimised the damage. She figured that people saw her the same way she saw herself. "Well, alright," she shrugged.

"Really? I asked your friends and they said you probably wouldn't do it. I had four other bullet points to try to convince you and a backup plan that I was fully prepared to use," he said, ending with his jaw slightly dropped in a state of disbelief.

"First of all, don't talk to Niall and Louis about me. They're knobs. I would know. They're my friends. Second, I agreed because you seem to have some sort of vision. A lot of people ask me for my help and want me to do all their work for them." She smiled tightly at him wanting this whole exchange to be over with, so she could come to terms with what she agreed to. 

"You don't have to worry about that with me," he replied, smiling brightly, suddenly getting super excited. "Oh my god, I can't believe you said yes!" He rounded the table and pulled her into a hug. 

She immediately seized up in his arms. She didn't mind hugs, but she usually saw the moment coming and was therefore prepared to lean in. He quite literally picked her up out of the chair. She could feel eyes burning holes into the back of her neck. "Okay, okay. You're welcome. Please put me down," she mumbled into his neck. 

"Let me get your number!" he chirped, handing her his phone. 

She input her number, then called her phone so she would have his number in return. "Just... text me whenever you're ready to…do this whole thing."

"I will, and thank you so much again." He kissed her on the cheek before making his way out of the dining room, enormous grin still plastered on his face.

Her heart skipped a beat and her entire face flushed at the action, as she brought her hand to the area his lips had been pressed to. She immediately fled the room, not wanting anyone who she was friendly with to question her about what just happened,leaving her wondering what she just got herself into. --- She clutched her bag tightly as she checked the time on her phone for the fifth time in the past minute. He was five minutes late, and she was considering going back into her dorm. That was, until she saw him running toward her, gasping.

She let out a sigh of relief and irritation. "You're late."

"I know. I know. I'm sorry, just–" He held out his finger, asking for a minute, bent over gasping for air. "I was setting everything up and lost track of time."

She decided to forgive him this time. "It's okay, I suppose. Just... don't let it happen again, please." She stared at him finally regaining his posture. The building wasn't that far away. He looked fit, but she guessed he wasn't as in shape as he appeared.

"Why exactly do you need an escort to a building that's like a ten minute walk away? You can literally see it from here, and there are street lamps."

"Yes, because street lamps deter crime,"she said, rolling her eyes and nodded her head toward the path so they could start moving. After they had been walking for a minute or so, she answered his question. "I may be feisty, but I'm still a princess, Harold. I have a general distrust for the human population, and I refuse to be another statistic. That is why I'm on a first name basis with at least eight security guards and the escort service has my schedule posted and my number on speed dial. It's a service I've used liberally ever since I've been a student here. That's actually how I met Niall."

"Then why didn't you call him?"

"Because you're a nice, tall, fairly built guy who I'm practically posing nude for. Figured it's the least you could do. Also, I didn't tell them I agreed to do it. They're absolute pests with big mouths."

He shrugged his shoulders, releasing a chuckle. "Fair enough. By the way, my name isn't Harold."

"Hmmm..." she murmured mindlessly, "Guess you have a new nickname then." They spent the rest of the walk in relative silence which she was grateful for. She knew she agreed to do this and she wasn't going to back out on him, but she was nervous. She'd never done anything like this before and she hadn't planned on doing it ever... in her life. She hoped to god that he actually did come up with something. She let her thoughts consume her so much so that she didn't realise they arrived at the building until Harry gently touched the small of her back causing her to jump back like she'd been shocked. 

"Sorry." He motioned for her to follow him, holding open the door to the studio art building. "I understand why you need escorts. You zone way out."

She shrugged in return. "So, have you found out a way to– ugh..." she cut herself off when she noticed the sign saying that the elevator was out of order. She was going to have to walk up six flights of stairs. She guessed that's why he was so out of breath when he came to get her. "Anyway, I was wondering if you found a way to shoot me less... naked?"

"I actually have."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm. I'll show you when we get upstairs."

She nodded as relief flooded her veins. She spent the next few minutes focusing on pacing herself as they climbed up the stairs. She didn't want him to see how winded she could get when she reached the top. Her asthma didn't help the situation. Once they reached the top (with minimal wheezing), she thought about how un-awkward she felt standing next to him, walking down the hall. Whenever she was around people she didn't know that well or at all, she always found it extremely awkward and didn't know how to carry herself. Don't get her wrong she felt awkward, but nowhere near as much as she usually did.

It may have been because of the few text messages they exchanged during the week or the fact that he specifically sought her out and begged for her to work with him, but she didn't feel her usual level of discontent around him. It was weird. She didn't notice she almost walked past the room until she stumbled backwards, caused by Harry's sudden grip on her hand. 

"Seriously, you pay dangerously little attention to your surroundings." She shrugged as he held the door open for her. He had some finished photos hanging on a clothes line, but before she could check them out he cleared his throat. "So, we have two options for the shoot." He was holding up a skin toned body suit in one hand and a skin toned bra and panty set in the other. She slowly walked toward him. "Whichever one you prefer is fine with me."

She eyed them cautiously then took the body suit. She was about to go get changed before a thought struck her. "Wait, which one do you prefer?"

He shook his head. "I just want you to be comfortable."

"I'm never comfortable. I live in a constant state of awkwardness, but I know you have a vision for this thing. What do you want me to wear?"

He rolled his lips together. "I think the more skin showing the better. Like, they celebrated the body back then, and if you had the, um," he coughed, "the bra and, um, panties... it would be easier to catch the more feminine lines of your body." He gently skated his hand up her side in demonstration and admiration and she nearly melted inside.

She nodded her head furiously, sending him a tight smile and going to change into the two piece. "Then that's what I'll do, innit?" She exhaled heavily once she was behind the partition he had set up. Generally speaking, she strayed from physical contact. It made her uncomfortable because people made her uncomfortable. She didn't trust many, so touches were few and far between. Never would she have imagined something to send shivers down her spine in the glorious way Harry's touch did. 

When Y/N stepped out from behind the partition, she looked around the room in search for him. She found him fiddling with his camera and tripod, so she cleared her throat to make her presence known. He didn't know how to react when his gaze landed upon her. The most he could manage was opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. "I know I don't have, like, the best–"

"You're beautiful," he blurted.

She could feel the heat racing to her cheeks. She was at a loss for how to respond, but she knew continuing to stand there in way less clothes than she was used to wasn't working for her. "So... The Birth of Venus, yeah?" --- After she changed back into her clothes, she wasn't sure what to do. One of the little voices in her head was telling her to bolt due to some leftover embarrassment from being half naked with him. Another voice was telling her to at least see if he needed anything else before leaving. She decided to listen to the latter. After all, it hadn't been that bad. She had to give Harry credit. He was extremely professional and made her comfort his top priority. She made her way out from behind the changing screen and shuffled over to him. "Ummm... I was just gonna..." she pointed to the door, "unless you needed anything else?"

He directed his attention away from the monitor which she assumed held the shots he'd just taken. He pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth. "I know I said I just wanted you to model for me, but, uh, could you take a look at some of the other photos for this?"

"Sure..." she agreed. He pulled up a chair next to his in front of the computer screen. "I can just... click through?" He nodded and she began carefully studying each photograph, happy to be in her comfort zone  once again. 

Photography might not have been her forte, but she took a semester of art history and was an artist herself. It was sort of a happy medium for her. She couldn't help noticing Harry in her periphery, toying with his lip, taking turns looking between her and his pictures. She took pride in the sense of humility she drowned herself in, but the pictures he took of her were her favourite. One was of her grabbing a robe. He scanned it into another picture he took of a bathroom so it looked like she was getting out of the shower. The window in the bathroom was open and he had a fan blowing during the shoot, so it looked like the wig she had on was being blown in the wind. She knew it wasn't finished, and it was quite simple but also very intriguing considering the painting it was based on. The other was of her laying down on a couch messing about on her phone. It wasn't as symbolic as the first, but she loved the way he played with the lighting. It looked good. She snuck a glance at him when she was sure he wasn't looking directly at her and couldn't help thinking that he looked better than all of his work. She got lost in her thoughts, as per usual, and accidentally locked eyes with him, then coughed to cover it up. "These are great, Harold."

His lips quirked up in a timid smile. "Thank you."

"There is one, though, that needs a bit of editing." 

His smile turned into a pout. "Which one?"

"The knock off Raphael."

"Hey," he whined. 

"You know what I mean." She clicked through the profile until she got to his interpretation of The School of Athens. "Just, like, the perspective is kinda wrong."

"What do you mean?" he asked, inspecting the photo, obviously not seeing what she was.

"Well, like, that's kind of the main point of this picture. Like, that's why it was so famous. Your detail and everything is impeccable, but the thing that made the original so great was the fact that it has a single focal point ranging from the arch and that's where everything's placement stems from."

He cursed under his breath, slightly panicking. "I don't know what I'm going to do. The assignment is due at the end of the week."

She kinda wanted to leave. She felt bad that she essentially ruined one of his shots. The tension was making her sweat. "Can't you just... fix it?"

He ran his hands through his hair. "I usually prefer not to edit my photos. I have no idea how to photoshop on the level it would take to fix this entire shot."

She stayed silent, yet another war waging in her head. She could help him with it, but that meant she'd have to spend even more time with him and she had these sudden feelings swirling about in her stomach that were making her feel. It was weird. Still, she blurted out, "I can," without the consent of her brain.

"You can?"

She shrugged, trying to play it cool, "I minor in digital art. I've taken quite a few photoshop classes."

He pulled her out of the chair and into his arms, hugging her tightly. "You are a lifesaver. Oh my god. Thank you so much." She wrapped her arms around him. "I'm so... I could kiss you right now."

It scared her how much she wanted him to. --- Y/N was alone in the studio department for the first time in over a week. She'd given up quite a few of her extended hours in favour of helping Harry complete his project. She spent the past couple of days working with him to edit his photos and showing him how to photoshop for future reference. After spending so much time with him, she was finding it even more difficult to focus than it usually was. Her mind was riddled with thoughts of him. Every time she got in a groove, she would think about how he nuzzled his face in her neck when they hugged, or how he smelled lightly of mangoes from the body wash he used or how he could only stand the silence she needed to work efficiently in for so long and would start humming, or how he walked her back to her dorm each time they met up and would make sure to have her on call, making dumb jokes, talking about any and everything, the entire time he walked back to his dorm, as per her request so she could know he was safe. It was a little disconcerting.

She didn't get this way. It was rare for her to get crushes. She didn't even need a whole hand to count the number of people she had feelings for in her entire life. She was okay with that. More than okay. It allowed her to throw herself into her work, yet she had been mixing the same two colours together in her palette for the last ten minutes. An unexpected knock on the door made her drop her paintbrush on the floor. She whipped her head around, finding the curly headed boy she'd been assisting to be the culprit. "You scared me," she breathed out.

"That's nothing new," he chuckled. "Why are you here so late and so jumpy?"

"Uh, I have extended hours because of my ADD. They let me use it after everyone's gone to get work done."

"Ahhh..." he said walking towards her with his hands stuffed in his pockets. "I didn't know you had ADD. Is that why you're really jumpy, too?"

She shook her head. "That would be the anxiety induced paranoia."

"How come you don't just come in earlier, so you won't have to be here so late?"

"I mean... to be honest, I'd rather die," she deadpanned.

He burst into this loud, squawky cackle that made her heart skip a beat simply because she was the one who caused it. He sucked his lip in between his teeth once he regained his composure. "I'm not, like, disturbing you am I?"

She shook her head again. "Nah. I haven't been very productive today."

"Because of the ADD?"

It wasn't, but she couldn't tell him it was because she couldn't get him off her mind. "No, actually, I've just been... having a problem with the colour scheme." It wasn't a lie either. She thought she was going to do this particular piece in a black and white monochromatic style, but she found herself trying to recreate the exact colour of his eyes.

"Ahhh... well, I saw the light on and figured it was you. I wanted to let you know that I submitted the pictures."

"Yeah?" she smiled and he nodded. "You'll have to let me know how you do, although I'm sure you're going to ace it."

"Fingers crossed," he replied and the two were left in an awkward silence. Neither one of them knew what to say or do next. "Well, I'm just gonna..." he nodded his head toward the door, but didn't exactly make a move.

She didn't want him to leave, but couldn't bring herself to let him know that. Instead, she waved timidly at him, mentally face palming herself. 

"Alright then, I'll... see you. Have a good night."

He started walking away, and disappointment flooded her system. She turned back to her work space, wanting to begin painting once more, but it was like her brain could not process anything other than the fact that Harry was walking away. "Actually, can you..." she blurted, whole face scrunching up, then turned to face him to see he was seconds away from being out the door but stopped once she called out to him. "Umm... if you don't mind, could you– maybe– help me with this? Just, I've been looking at these for so long I think I need a second opinion.

"Sure." He smiled brightly, agreeing immediately. 

It made her wonder if he was looking for a reason to stay, as well. She sighed before fetching the other pieces of her collection. She was completing the last one. "I was going to do this one in black and white, but now I'm not so sure. Like, I want it to have colour, but I don't want it to be in full colour." She launched into the entire concept of the collection she had created probably giving way too many details, but she couldn't help it. Once she got talking on something she liked, there was no stopping her. She noticed how intently he listened to her even though she was rambling. It was beyond endearing. 

When she shut up, he slid behind her pressing his front flush against her back. "Is this okay?" 

"Yeah," she croaked, twisting her neck to look directly at him. 

He skated his hand down her arm pointing out possible spots that she could add pops of colour to, but in all honesty she didn't hear a word he said. She was too focused on how she could feel each breath he took against her back and how pinpricks of electricity shot through her whenever his hand grazed hers. Not to mention the fact that she never actually stopped looking at him. The shape of his mouth as he talked art to her was overwhelming and she catalogued the colour of his lips into her mind because she wanted to add that to her painting too. "Y/N?" 

"Hmmm...?" She was still caught up in memorising the planes of his face, so she didn't actually process what he was saying.

He looked down at her with a slight smirk on his face. "You didn't hear a word I said, did you?"

"Uh uh," she mumbled.

He turned her around in his arms so she was facing him and slid his hands down to her hips, pulling her flush against him once more. "Is this okay?"

"Mhm." Her breathing was getting tight as they stared at one another. She slid her hands up his chest, resting one on his shoulder and using the other to cup his jaw. 

He leaned into her touch, nearly purring at the gentle way she handled him. He rested his forehead against hers. "Can I kiss you?"

Her throat dried up. She tried to say something but ended up just nodding, not being able to form words. He bumped her nose with his, stalling, savouring the moment, feeling their breath intermingling. Her heart was beating out of her chest and just as she was about to lean in sealing their lips together Louis burst into the room. 

"Oi! Oi! It's 11:30, loser!" he yelled. They jumped back from each other immediately. "Why'd you tell me to come get you if he was going to be here?" he said, a couple seconds later when he spotted Harry. Both of them were too shaken up to respond. Louis looked between the two of them suspiciously. "Did I... interrupt something?"

Y/N snapped out of the haze she'd been trapped in ever since Harry walked in the room, hustling to place her paintings back on the rack. "No, no. He was just giving me a second opinion. I'm ready."

He raised his eyebrows at her, still eyeing them. "You sure?"

She nodded, scrambling to get the rest of her stuff in her bag. She began following him out the room before she remembered that Harry actually was still there, rubbing his thumb over his lips, trying to come to terms with what almost happened. "Just give me a second, yeah?"

He rolled her eyes at her, but made his way outside the room nonetheless. She rushed over to Harry, rolled up on her tip toes, and pecked him on the lips before she lost her nerve. "Text me when you get home, so I know you're safe, okay?"

"Okay," he replied dumbfounded. 

She shot him a smile and walked out of the room. She breathed out a sigh of relief when she made it into the hallway. "Harry Styles, huh?" Louis prodded, waggling his eyebrows at her.

"Shut up," she chided.

"I can't wait to tell Niall." --- Exhausted wasn't the word to describe Y/N. She had to pull a couple all nighters, so her collection could be submitted on time. It was worth it, though. She was more than satisfied with how everything turned out. She was even more satisfied with the fact that she could take a nap guilt free, which was exactly what she planned to do until she heard knocking on her door. She contemplated ignoring it, but the knocks wouldn't stop so she reluctantly peeled herself away from her bed. She gained a little more energy when she saw that it was Harry on the other side of the door, smiling from ear to ear. 

She coerced herself into hyperfocus to finish her work, so she hadn't really seen him except in passing since the night he submitted his photos. Admittedly it had only been two days, but they kind of left things on something like a cliffhanger. "Harry,what are you doing here?"

"I got an A on my project."

"Get out!"

"And my professor liked them so much that she submitted them to the art show and I'm up for an award now."

She launched herself at him. "Oh my god. I'm so happy for you!"

He giggled. "I couldn't have done it without you." He nuzzled his face in her neck and they became entranced into the same reality that overtook them the other night. The reality where they were the only two people that existed, that mattered. It was only her and him. He pulled back just enough so that he was able to hold her face in both his hands, brushing his thumbs acrossthe apples of her cheeks. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please," she whimpered.

He leaned back in and enveloped her lips with his, suckling lightly on her top lip before running his tongue across its crease silently asking for entrance. She followed suit immediately, letting him lick into her mouth at a tender pace, leaving her breathless, wanting more when he pulled away. "Let me take you out," he implored, voice barely above a whisper. 

"You wanna take me out?" she inquired, catching her breath.

He nodded. "You're just about the coolest person I know. I've been crushing on you for forever. Let me take you out."

The butterflies in her stomach fluttered wildly. "Okay."

[moonyxnights]

Imagination || Colby Brock

elysamurphy: i was wondering if you were up to doing a imagine based on a song. the song would be “imagination” by shawn mendes for a colby imagine. you can play around with how you want it to be, but i thought the plot could be like he always sees this girl and he doesn’t know how to talk to her or get her attention but he has always pictured him together. you can listen to the song to get more of a visual if you want. i hope you had/are having a good day. lots of love xx💓

// i love writing based on songs legitttt!! ilyy requests are always opennn \\

Colby watched out the window as you walked passed the front gate of his house, along the street on your way home. You were holding groceries, not realising the bag was about to rip but Colby knew. He rushed out the door as you crouched to collect up the items, after sighing embarrassed and frustrated. He made his way beside you and helped you pick them up, brushing your hand accidentally.

“You didn’t need to help me,” you smiled, putting your hair behind your ears.

Colby waved you off, helping you up. “I wanted to, I’ve seen you pass by a lot,” you put the items into another bag that Colby had brought out to you.

“Well, thank you,” you kissed his cheek. “Oh, shit that one stank,” Colby raised his eyebrows, confused at your words. It wasn’t until Colby was patted on the back by Elton that he realised he’d been daydreaming, and it was Elton’s words that had come from what Colby thought was you. When Colby had been snapped back to reality, he saw that he was still watching from the window and that it was Aaron who had helped the girl. “What’s got you down?” Elton asked, the two of them heading towards the kitchen counter.

“I can’t talk to this girl,” Colby admitted, head facing the floor. “Like all that keeps happening is my thoughts picture these things-“

“Her naked or?” Elton was semi-serious and half joking.

Colby rolled his eyes, “No… Well, I mean sometimes but that’s not the point. When I let my mind picture this shit, I then miss the moment. I just can’t talk to her, I don’t know why,” Colby sighed, running a hand through his hair as Aaron walked in through the front door, and Sam walked in from the room next door.

“Still bugged about this girl?” Sam asked and Colby nodded, taking a seat and running his hand through his hair again, but giving Sam a side glance. “I don’t get it, you’ve fucked girls before but you can’t even talk to this girl?”

“This is so different, though,” Colby sat up and looked around the room to everyone. He then stood up and paced around. “I actually kinda like this girl, from afar obviously, but it feels so different. I picture scenarios, it’s crazy shit,” everyone was quiet, thinking of ways to help him.

“Well,” Elton said, clapping his hands together. “You’ve got a video to make and we have a drive to get there, so we’ll handle this another time.”

                                                           ***

Colby was pretty miserable but tried to put up a front for the video. On the car ride, they’d stopped at a gas station for a break. The guys went to the toilet whilst Colby went searching for a drink, he picked up a water and a Lucozade, debating with himself which he should get.

“Water is usually the better option,” you walked and stood next to him. You placed some extra drinks on the shelves from a box in your arms.

“I didn’t know you worked here,” he said, surprised as he put the Lucozade back on the shelf. “I thought you went home.” You raised your eyebrows. “You walked passed my house.”

“I got a lift,” you laughed. “It doesn’t seem like you know me an awful lot at all, what you doing anyway?” you asked, folding the box you were originally holding. You struggled so Colby helped you out, passing you his camera while he did. You recorded some funny faces before handing it back.

“YouTube video,” he said, passing you the now folded box. “Exploring some places, not much else,” you nodded.

“You must be buzzed, sounds exciting. I’ve got work for another 3 hours and then I go home to cuddle my dog, maybe watch some shit-“

“(Y/N)! Get back to work,” your boss called out to you, coughing as he did.

“Sorry, Dave,” you called back. “Sorry, Colby, I got to get back,” you went to walk away and he just smiled. He didn’t know you knew his name but then thought how could you not? As you did other jobs, Colby decided to follow behind you and carry on talking. “Dude,” you said, amused at how he wasn’t giving up.

“What?” he shrugged, a confidence suddenly overcoming him. “As long as you still do your job, I can do this, (Y/N),” he smirked, mocking the fact that he now knew your name, trying to impress you. He rested against the sweet stand and almost knocked it over. “Fuck,” he muttered.

Your boss came over. “I’m going out back to smoke,” he went to walk away then turned back. “Try and make sure your boyfriend doesn’t destroy my fucking shop,” he then proceeded to walk to the back, cigarette already in his mouth.

You just laughed and Colby couldn’t help but feel like this was a dream. One of his occasional dreams, but something about it felt real. Sam came in, looking surprised at the fact that you and Colby were talking. “Hey,” Sam said. “Sorry to intrude but Colby we gotta go,” Colby bit his lip as Sam stood awkwardly.

“I’ll be right there,” Colby hinted for Sam to leave. As Sam left the shop he shouted to the other guys, “This is what dreams are made of,” making a reference to the Lizzie McGuire movie and at Colby talking to you. You laughed, clearly seeing that Colby was embarrassed. “Come with us,” he blurted without allowing his brain to process his words.

“Colby, I have work, I can’t,” you carried on doing your jobs. Colby was eager to get you to go. He gave you a 1 minute gesture and headed to the back towards your boss. You were stacking shelves and replacing items when Colby rushed back in and took the things out of your hands. “What are-“

“You’re joining us,” he said simply. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “I promised to give the shop a shoutout in the video for you to get off early,” you sighed. “C’mon,” he whined.

“Fine,” you followed him out and into the car. “If you guys try and kill me, my boss knows who I’m with,” you stated and they all laughed. “Why are you laughing like that?”

“One, we aren’t planning to kill you and two, even if we were going to, your boss doesn’t seem the most reliable person to count on,” Colby closed the car door and Elton started driving again.

                                                         ***

You all finally arrived at the salvation mountain, your eyes widened in amazement. You all got out, Elton checking that he had all equipment, and headed towards the colourful area. Your eyes were fixated on the view and Colby’s eyes were fixated on you.

“This is so nice,” you said, looking around. You walked off whilst the boys stayed put.

“Can’t believe you actually spoke to her, bro,” Corey said, patting Colby’s back.

“So this is real?” Colby asked and they all nodded, a random guy walking passed nodded as well causing them all to laugh. “Okay good,” he said, looking over to you. He walked up towards you as you stared at a car covered in writing. “Hey,” he smiled.

“Can you believe someone drove this here and like people just wrote the most beautiful things on here?” you said, accidentally ignoring his greeting. “Like I mean look at that one,” you pointed to a sentence that Colby read in his head.

“Wanna go out?” he joked after he read it.

“Yeah,” you said pretty casually, still staring at the car as Colby choked on his own breathing and looked down at you. His eyes were wide and you took a double look at his expression. “Wait were you joking?” he nodded slowly, eyes still wide. “Oh fuck,” you muttered.

“But I also wasn’t,” he admitted. “So... do you actually?” you shrugged.

“I mean,” you stumbled over your words. “I would if you wanted to but like-“

“Yeah I do,” he said quickly. He coughed into a fist. “I can do if you want to.”

“Jesus,” Corey laughed. “Just say you both want to,” you both looked at each other.

“Do you wanna go-“

“This is an upgrade from your car, Colby,” Elton said, walking up to you guys and standing beside Corey.

“Elton,” Corey shouted and wailed his arms. “You just ruined the moment.”

// literally read the last line in corey’s voice lmaooo- i’m in too deep rippp \\

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I connect this episode so strongly with The Full Monkey that I pretty much have to watch it the same day. (Plus they came out one week apart in 2004!)

The episode begins with Kim and Ron on a rock sinking into lava/magma but basically this is just a montage of Kim beating Drakken so easily. Also there’s an in space scene. Lava and space, two things I love! 🌋✨ 

Shego and Drakken walk into this grocery store sopping wet. 

And Drakken gets teen mags lol. Fashion horoscope. I think Shego just predicted Buzzfeed. I just checked the Buzzfeed quizzes page and one of the quizzes is “Go On A Shopping Spree At Hot Topic And We'll Tell You Which YouTuber You Are” (Gods I love those silly Buzzfeed quizzes).

Drakken laughs for a bit, and then stops and says “We should pick up some milk while we’re here.”

Ron mentions Latin! Yay!

Kim awkwardly flirts with Josh. 

“You try keeping a manicure while kung fuing it out with teen heroes all day.” I love everything about this fucking quote. Shego, you’re a joy.

Drakken looking for Kim’s weakness... this definitely connects a bit to the storyline of So The Drama.

Shego has Drakken take a personality quiz from one of the mags and she says Kim gave Drakken a flying kung fu wedgy and I wish we could have seen that my gods.

Ron hasn’t caused a nacho-valanche since 97. Which, at the time that was 7 years ago but now that’s even more impressive because THAT’S 20 YEARS AGO. 

Ron describes Kim as slinking when she slips off after Chem to see Josh before Latin. Slinking. Great word, Ron.

Both Ron and Josh use “caveat emptor” in this episode. 

Kim is so thirsty for a date with Josh. She wants the date to be perfect. Just like one Hiccup Haddock wanted his first kiss with Astrid to be perfect. Ah, OTPs.

Amazonian Aurora Orchid. There are orchids in the Amazon but I think they just made up the name. 

Shego is still doing the quizzes. She feels prettiest in green. Good, I’m glad. She is very pretty. Shego just reminded me I am bi AF (and in fact, I believe that my KP fanfic writing later in the very year this episode came out helped me realize that fact about myself.) 

Kim asks Ron to let the mankey-monkey conspiracy die. She said die.

Drakken sprays her with the flower thing so she’ll blush and basically disappear. 

Ron silently watches Kim fret over seeing Josh at the mall. This is embarrassing. I am embarrassed.

Kim gets the first weird embarrassment disappearing thing happen to her. At her navel.

Drakken considers this to be delish. He’s so delighted.

Wade scanning the weird thing on her navel basically involves Kim lying on her bed, Ron holding Rufus and Rufus holding the Kimmunicator. 

Basically Kim can disappear if she’s embarrassed too much. Like, basically die but they don’t say that. I guess in a way its kinda like a black hole? But on her body. IDK.

Kim wants to go to the Amazon to get the flower with Ron and Rufus but Ron and Wade ground her. Ron takes the Kimmunicator too.

Kim’s about to unplug the phone when it rings. IT’S JOSH. He’s fiddling with a paint brush so we know that he’s an artist.

He asks her out on a date and even though SHE SHOULDN’T DO THIS. SHE DOES THIS. You’re as bad as Hiccup Haddock with his jumping off dragons and shit, lady. I love you but NO. DON’T DO THIS.

A Wadebot accompanies Ron and Rufus.

The twins discuss how to deal with Kim on her date so they can get the hot goss. They decide to spy on their sister. 

Drakken and Shego follow Kim and Josh to the restaurant.

ANOTHER 6 OR 7 MILES. That’s kinda far with that slow ass boat. 

And they deal with rapids.

“HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW MOTHER NATURE.”

Kim and Josh’s date is being spied on by her brothers and Drakken and Shego. Jim and Tim think the fry in the shake thing is ridiculous and they don’t get what she sees in Josh. 

Whereas Shego: “Huh. He’s kinda cute. I approve.” “What are you? Her sister all of a sudden?” This exchange was amazing in 2004 and it’s amazing now. 

Shego decides to try waitressing so she can embarrass Kim. She steals a waiter’s shirt and apron lol. She embarrasses Kim up a storm so now the vanishing navel area thing is more apparent.

Instead of eating popcorn, Drakken is dipping his fries in his shake.

Ron and co are dealing with a black jaguar/black panther. They jump off a cliff and there’s no chute. Whoops.

Also before Kim left on her date she brought a large trench coat with her (probably her dad’s) and it’s so long it kinda drags on the floor.

Shego attempts to do a toilet paper thing with Kim. Fight scene. Excellent punch and Kim does a sort of bull fighter move with a tablecloth.

They find the orchid by basically dumb luck.

Kim and Josh are watching a kung fu movie. I honestly would love to see her be like THAT’S WRONG, THAT’S NOT THE RIGHT WAY TO DO THAT MOVE.

Embarrassment ninjas!

Somehow Kim already knows what they are, lol.

Kim literally fights the ninjas, in the air, in a harness, in a dress and overly long trench coat. She’s a badass.

Apparently the twins also know about embarrassment ninjas.

Rufus does what a naked mole rat does and digs around the orchid.

You found an airport, Ron! You win at that Mapcrunch game!

Kim’s hands have become invisible by this point and she doesn’t allow Josh to hold her hands because first date (obvs not wanting him to know about the whole disappearing thing). Josh says “I respect that, I guess.” No I guess, dude. Respect her boundaries. I’ll give him partial credit though.

Josh did a mural at the park with some neighborhood kids. It had been tagged with graffiti before. What kind of graffiti i wonder.

Ron gets back to Kim’s place and finds her not there. He checks caller id. It’s like mostly Ron except Josh.

The twins play a video of a younger Kim taking a bath.

Kim’s a floating head at this point. And gets to the point of no mouth (but can still talk) before she smells the pollen. She has cute sneezes.

Kim likes to put marshmallows on hot dogs. NERD.

And he gives her a kiss good night! You got a kiss, Kim! And her perfect date with Josh. The ending of the episode is really nice.