#every time pink is in the fest colors you already know it’s gonna be a banger

[hivemindcoroika]

obsessed with this splatfests colors what do you think

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!! I went with mint chocolate cause I love mint choco but also bc the color reminded me of that pretty aqua color that used to be in splatoon 2 (still so sad they removed it)… but i also love the pink ink so so much. And after seeing the vanilla color in game I think that’s super cute too. I hope they keep making unique and pretty ink colors combos like this in future fests bc these are so cute 😭💕

[daisynik7]

The Takada-Chan Mall Concert

Pairing: Aoi Todo x f!reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~2.1k

cw: explicit language, suggestive dialogue, switching POVs (reader is in 2nd person, Todo is in 3rd)

Summary: Your first ever Takada-Chan concert doesn't go as planned.

Author's Notes: Hello everybody, here's the first chapter! Just a few background details - Todo is 22, already graduated from Kyoto Jujutsu High, and is working as a full-fledged Jujutsu Sorcerer. Reader is also 22, graduated from university, taking the summer off before starting work in the fall. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thank you for reading!

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The day has finally arrived: Your very first Takada-Chan concert! You’ve been dreaming of this ever since you started following the pop idol a few years ago, during the start of university. Although some would consider you a relatively new fan, your love and dedication to the Tall Idol is unmatched, you’re sure of it. You know her favorite food (goatfish), her favorite drink (room temperature sake), her favorite color (black), her blood type (AB negative)…The list goes on and on. 

It’s the summer before you officially start your big girl job in the fall. College has kicked your ass the past 4 years, so you treat yourself with a well-deserved summer break. Now, you have the next three months to attend every possible Takada event near you, starting with this concert. She’s hosting a very exclusive performance at the mall in her hometown, which is conveniently only 15 minutes away from you. Tickets sold out online within minutes, but you managed to snag two for you and your best friend, Sara, who only agreed to go with you to keep you company. She understands that these types of events can be…well, as she puts it bluntly:

“A sausage-fest.”

She stares at you with her arms crossed as you pack your bag with binoculars and a mini sign with Takada’s face on it. “Ugh, binoculars? Really? The concert is in a mall, you’ll see her just fine!”

“You never know! I just want to be prepared.”

“I still don’t get why you’re so obsessed with this woman,” Sara says, rolling her eyes. “It’s not like you’re in love with her or anything.”

You smile at your friend. “I know, but she’s just so cool. I love her confidence! And her music is so catchy, even you can’t deny that.”

She rolls her eyes again, chuckling. “Yeah okay, her music is pretty good. But I don’t think you’re fully prepared for how much of a sausage-fest this is gonna be.”

“I don’t care. No man is getting in my way today. Us girls are going to stick together. Women supporting women!”

‘Yeah yeah, I’m still bringing my brass knuckles though.”

~~~

The day has finally arrived: Todo’s first Takada-Chan concert of the summer. He’s been to 9 concerts already, including the 4 he’s imagined in his head. There’s no doubt in his mind that it’s going to be the best one yet.

He bought an extra ticket for his bestie and brother, Yuji Itadori, who’s currently at the mall, saving a spot for him while he finishes getting ready. He inspects himself in the mirror, flexing his biceps smiling, very satisfied with his appearance. With one more quick armpit check, he heads out. At the mall, there’s already dozens of people surrounding the windows, trying to sneak a peek inside. “Ha, you dweebs didn’t get tickets in time,” Todo says smugly, waving his tickets in everyone’s face while he goes through the entrance.

The mall is packed with people waiting for the pop idol’s performance. He finds the area where the stage is and scans the crowd until he spots spiky pink hair near the front. “Brother!” he yells, making his way through the sea of people effortlessly, getting a few shouts of protest from some smaller randoms.

Yuji looks up from his phone, greeting him with a smile. “Hey Todo! Man, it’s packed! Didn’t think this many people liked Takada-Chan.”

“Brother, don’t say something so stupid like that again. Of course a lot of people like Takada-Chan.” He slaps Yuji’s back hard, causing the shorter boy to stumble forward slightly.

“Geez, okay, I get it! When is this thing supposed to start, anyways? I’m meeting Kugisaki to go shopping.”

Todo scrolls through his phone, checking Twitter. “Takada-Chan tweeted 20 minutes ago that she’s on her way. Look at her, so adorable.” He shows him his phone, playing a video of the idol doing her signature Taka-Tan Beam, gazing at it lovingly.

Yuji laughs. “Okay, well, I’m gonna go now before this thing gets too crazy. See ya!” He squeezes himself through the crowd as Todo continues to admire Takada’s video on repeat.

~~~

You walk back to the stage area, two corn dogs in hand, when your phone buzzes, displaying a text from Sara. We’ve got a problem.

Your heart sinks as you speed walk faster through the mall, simultaneously stress-eating the food in your grip. It’s only been 10 minutes since you offered to get food for you and Sara while waiting for the concert to begin. What kind of disastrous complication could have occurred in this miniscule amount of time?! 

You approach the concert area, the hoard bigger and louder compared to when you left. Sara is near the front of the stage, so you push your way in, stepping through until you hit a wall.

Wait, it’s not a wall.

It’s a person. A very tall and muscular man.

Ah, the problem.

He doesn’t even flinch when you run headfirst into his back, like he didn’t feel it. You rub your forehead, turn your head to face Sara on your left, smirking. “Looks like you literally ran into our problem.”

You’re furious. This guy is MASSIVE. He’s got a least a foot on you, height-wise. But he’s also ripped with muscles. You can’t see above him or around him. All you see is his back muscles. It doesn’t help that the entire audience is packed like sardines, so tight you can’t move to either side of him for a better view. "What happened?” you ask, panicked. “This guy wasn't here before.” You hand a corn dog to Sara, grimacing at the man before you.

"I guess the pink haired dude in front of us saved this guy's spot." She points the corn dog towards him, whispering, “Should I stick my brass knuckles in him? Maybe that will get him to move.”

Naturally, being afraid of confrontation and violence, you respond, "No, no. You’ll get in trouble for that. Let me just talk to him, I guess.”

Sara munches on her treat while you clear your throat, reaching up to poke his shoulder, with no response. You poke a little harder this time and still nothing.

“He’s like a fucking brick wall or something,” you mutter to Sara, who only giggles. With a closed fist, you pound on his back, as if knocking on a door, a very beefy, sturdy door. Finally, he cranes his neck to face you, eyebrows raised.

“Um, hello. Do you think you can move a little? You’re blocking our view.”

This guy doesn’t even have the audacity to turn his body around. He just peers over his shoulder, saying, “Nope,” facing forward again, completely disregarding you.

“So you’re just going to block our view the whole time?” you remark, annoyed. 

He scoffs, still not looking at you. “Not my problem.”

Who is this fucking jerk?!

From the corner of your eye, you notice Sara brandishing her brass knuckles, ready to pounce. You shield her with your arm, stopping her. “Don’t. Let’s just wait and see what happens when Takada-Chan comes out.” You feel like you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place. Literally.

A few minutes pass and the crowd around you starts screaming in excitement. Takada-Chan must be walking on stage now, though you wouldn’t know because this guy’s back is taking up your entire view. The rest of the fans are so squished together that you’re practically nose-to-back with this guy. Luckily, he has no body odor; he actually smells quite nice.

“Can you see anything?” you ask Sara.

“Yeah, she’s on stage now. She’s just waving to the crowd as her mic gets set up.”

“What is she wearing?”

“A red and white baseball tee with flared jeans that has jewels on the side,” Sara answers.

You pout. “Ugh, she’s so cool! If only I could see her!”

“Let’s switch spots, c’mon.” Sara tries to move behind you as you shift to your left. Music plays and Takada-Chan starts singing her current smash hit “Love Gem”, which you are absolutely obsessed with. Now in a position to actually see your favorite idol, you retrieve the Takada sign out of your bag, ready to enjoy the concert. Before you can, the jerk in front of you begins swaying side-to-side in time with the music, singing loudly, and badly. Every time he swings to the left, your view gets obscured again. You shoot a look to Sara, who just laughs at your misfortune. 

You try your best to appreciate the rest of the performance, getting glimpses of the pop idol whenever the swaying moron moves out the way. When it’s over, Takada-Chan delivers her signature Taka-Tan Beam, resulting in shrieks of glee from the audience. The boulder in front of you yells, “I love you, Takada-Chan! It’s me, Aoi Todo! Your future husband!” He waves his arms back and forth, vying for her attention.

As you wait for the crowd to disperse, you shout to Sara, “As if Takada-Chan will ever marry an idiot like that.”

All of a sudden, he turns around to face you. He’s more massive and menacing from the front. The most noticeable feature about him is the huge scar running down the left side of his face. A tiny corner of your brain wonders what the story behind that is. “What did you call me?” he growls.

Shit. You didn’t think he could hear you. He’s a jerk anyways, so no need to be nice. “I called you an idiot, idiot,” you sneer, with the smuggest grin.

He glares at you. “I’ll have you know that I have an IQ of 530,000. You normies could never compare.” His voice is dripping with arrogance and cockiness, it makes your blood boil.

“Normies? You some kind of god or something?”

“Heh, you could call me god-like, I suppose,” he winks at you, smirking.

You roll your eyes, hard. “Charming. Well, I hope you had fun getting ignored by your 'future wife'. Thanks to you, I didn’t even get to see her since your ginormous body was blocking me the entire time!” You’re seething now. Sara stands beside you, wide eyed but enjoying the show. If there was popcorn, she would be stuffing her face with it right now.

“It’s not my fault you couldn’t save yourself a better spot. Maybe next time, plan better. If you are a true Takada fan, you would do whatever it takes. That’s why I’m the superior Takada-Chan fan.” Both his thumbs point towards himself, puffing out his chest.

“Please, you think you’re the superior fan? Don’t make me laugh.”

“I’ve known her since middle school, so yeah, I think that makes me the biggest fan!”

“I doubt that, you’re probably making this up!”

“I’m not! She rejected me in middle school, but I know she’ll come around in a few years once she retires! Then we’ll finally be together!”

This guy is truly delusional. “You think Takada-Chan will ever marry someone like you? Get real!”

You're both going at it like a tennis match, Sara's eyes darting back and forth between the two contenders.

“Don’t tell me you’re in love with Takada-Chan too? I will crush you if you get in my way!” he yells.

“I’m not in love with her, I admire her! I aspire to be her!”

“Ha, don’t make me laugh. You’ll never be like Takada-Chan, shorty.”

“I’m not talking about her looks; I’m talking about her personality!”

“Well, it doesn’t look like you have much going on there either!”

“Asshole!”

“Loser!”

“Okay you two, stop!” Sara intervenes, physically placing herself in between you and the ogre. “As much fun as it is to see you both go ballistic at each other, people are starting to stare. Now break it up.”

Your face is so hot, you feel steam coming out of your ears. What a fucking asshole.

He looks at Sara and tells her, “You better control your girl. She shouldn’t be messing with someone like me.”

“Oh, is that a threat? Come at me, I will fuck you up!” You’re ready to throw hands at this fucking prick until Sara restrains you, letting him walk away, chuckling.

“You have seriously got to calm down. Don’t let a dick like him get to you,” Sara says, still holding you back.

All you do is grunt at her. Who does this moron think he is to talk to people like that? As you make your way towards the exit of the mall, you hope with all your Takada filled heart that you never have to run into that guy ever again.

[cxhleel108]

LITG S8 Thots for this week: Alright time to wrap it up!

• This bitch def lying but ok. Already starting off with bullshit.

• Hazel was doing so great but of course our beloved team of androids and bots had to go and make her annoying😕

• Almost lied and said someone else raised our heart rate cuz fuck you mean Sie-slug raised his the most???

• No

• Time to suffer through this pointless ass date!

• Also outfit time!

• Can they be serious like?

• Well considering you brought it up like 7 times I’m not surprised!

• Sometimes I wonder why you didn’t.

• So Sie-salt raised my man’s heart rate the most because she stuck her nasty ass tongue in his ear…alrighty then.

• Omg please tell me the buying his friend a cock ring story is just an Oakley thing and not universal for all LIs cuz if so that’s funny asf😭😭😭

• All that “Perfect Pairing” challenge did was make me miss Season 2 even more, congratulations.

• I did everything perfectly just to still not even win? Why do y'all generally hate us???

• Why I kinda want everyone to get dumped like all you bitches irritating me lowkey except Claudia and my bookie LMAO.

• Outfit time!

• Okay they redeemed themselves cuz Ion know what the FUCK that bullshit was in the beginning.

• Logan and Theo…please…we bout to be in this villa for like 2 more days. I am not changing my mind. LEAVE ME ALONE FUCK😭😭😭

• Wow the couple that’s been arguing since the dawn of time got voted least favorite. Shocker!

• I love lying to Jin and Luna and saying that I think they’re gonna last when they so obviously are not. Just tickles me pink.

• EVERYBODY CHEERED!!!!

• Not kidding if I had to hear Liam speak for the last 6 episodes I was gonna commit sewer side.

• Oh that’s not…

• Aww another decorated terrace gift…truly is a surprise every single time it happens! Every. Single. Time.

• Tired overused setting aside, it was worth it for this😍😍😍

• BYE HO🤣🤣🤣

• Maybe because nobody fucking likes you?

• Ooouuu I ate her up with that little sass fest.

• Outfit time!

• Cute but I HATE the color.

• Bitch if y’all are making us wait for the final hideaway scene it better be good. So help me god if I see that damn funky ass box again Imma lose it.

[dakotacrisis]

Topsy Turvy (3)

By popular demand and my current Ladrien fixation I bring to you part 3 of this fluff fest. Enjoy!

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Plagg was this close to throwing an extra large wheel of cheese at Adrien’s head. After Ladybug left last night he had been skipping around his room with the biggest, dorkiest grin imaginable. Every once in a while he would stop to contemplate how hurt his friend Marinette would be about this before he perked up again. Now he was standing in a pile of clothes trying to pick out an outfit for the movies tonight.

"What about this?" Adrien held up a black button up. "It's nice but understated and it would match Ladybug’s costume. Or is it weird to coordinate? Or maybe too fancy for a movie date? I have a black v-neck that may be better. What do you think?"

"It all looks the same to me," Plagg answered, not bothering to look up from the comic book he was reading.

"Plagg! Come on! Just give me an opinion. This is a big deal for me!"

Plagg grinned, a wicked thought entering his brain. "Oh I just don't know, Adrien. I don't wear clothes so I don't have the best source of judgement. Why don't you ask the designer friend of yours? I'm sure she would love to help you."

"That's actually a great idea--hey, wait a second--Plagg!" Adrien torn the comic out from under him like a tablecloth, "I can't ask Marinette for help regarding my date with Ladybug! Are you mad? Did you forget that she's the one that I need to reject after this?"

"Oh? Is she?" Plagg feigned ignorance. This was just too good to pass up. If only this poor little kitten of his knew the truth. He was rejecting the same girl he was going on a date with. He had to mess with him a little.

"Yes, Plagg, I have gone over this at length already." Adrien sighed, with a shake of his head, "Just work with me here and say button up or v-neck."

"Nude,"

Adrien tossed the comic back down. "You’re not funny."

"Really? I'm pretty sure I'm hilarious. You are just too young to appreciate my humor."

"Yeah, sure, that's the problem." Adrien looked between the two shirts he had before tossing the one aside. "V-neck. Definitely the v-neck."

He cradled the shirt close to him and Plagg had a moment of sincerity. Adrien was really happy about this date. He had never seen him so excited before. For decades Plagg had watched humans fall in love over and over. He could never really understand it since kwamis were incapable of the romantic love humans felt but he knew what familial love felt like. He knew that he loved Adrien as his chosen. If romantic love was anything like that then he wouldn't spoil the experience for Adrien anymore today. Tease him about any funny slip ups he may experience later, yes. But for today he would let the boy be. He deserved it.

---

"You really didn't have to see me off for my date, Alya." Marinette said, "I'm fine."

"You know I had to come. It's your first date with Adrien. No way was I gonna miss this." Alya kicked her feet excitedly, "I wanna hear all about it when you get back."

"What? Are you just gonna hang out here until I get home? Are you that interested in how my date goes that you’re going to wait up for me?"

"Duh, was that not obvious?"

"Well then," Marinette transformed, "how do I look?"

"You look like Ladybug."

"Right…" Ladybug looked at herself in the mirror before pulling the ribbons out of her hair to let it loose. "There, a little more casual. Right?"

"Sure, girl, a superhero wearing her hair down. Casual to the max." Alya rolled her eyes. "Now get going or you'll be late."

"Okay, see you later." She jumped through the trapdoor of her balcony and was off. Her heart was thundering loud in her chest the closer she got to the theater. She stopped at the building across from it and searched the faces heading inside. Then like a beacon under the neon lights she saw him. Adrien.

Okay. Be cool. Don't do anything stupid.

She fixed her hair and jumped off the building. She landed in her best hero pose across the street from him. When she looked up he was staring at her in awe.

Nailed it!

She then promptly tripped on the curb crossing the street.

"Watch it!" Adrien caught her by the arms before she could collide with the concrete, "You okay?"

"Yeah! Thanks! I've taken much worse tumbles than that." she laughed it off. "Guess you saved me this time."

"Uh yeah, I guess," Adrien fidgeted with his ring, "You look really nice. You're wearing your hair differently."

"Heroes gotta let their hair down sometimes, huh?" she chuckled to herself. "Consider it my unofficial off-duty look. Not that I'm ever really off-duty but you get what I mean."

"I get what you mean." They stood for a moment just staring at one another in mutual lovestruck awe before either of them remembered they were here for a date.

“Should we head in?” Adrien pointed back to the theater.

“Right, yes, we should do that.” they wandered inside and immediately gazes were drawn as they made their way to purchase their tickets. Despite her arguing that she could buy her own ticket Adrien insisted on getting it for her. She played truce and bought the snacks instead.

They followed the crowd into the theater. A few people stopped Ladybug to get some pictures or an autograph. Adrien patiently waited with the snacks as he scanned the room for good seats. It was surprisingly packed for such a late showing. “Uh Ladybug,” Adrien called for her attention, “I’m gonna go save us some seats so you come by whenever you’re done.”

“I’ll be right there. Thanks.” she gave him a thumbs up before going back to her fans. She really didn’t mind when fans came up to her, she was always honored, but she was here for a date. It didn’t feel right to let him go off on his own so she could take pictures.

The lights started to go down and she used that as her excuse to take her seat. She edged past the other theater goers and sat down in the chair next to Adrien. “Sorry about all that,” she whispered as the movie started, “You have my attention for the rest of the night. Promise.”

“Don’t worry. I totally get it. People stop me when I’m out with friends from time to time.” Adrien assured her. “I’m just glad to be here with you at all.”

Marinette blushed red hot and she found herself thankful for the dark theater. “I’m happy to be here with you too.”

The movie started in ernest and they drew their attention to it. Every once in a while she would catch him watching her instead of the movie or he would spot her staring at him. They’d quickly look away and smile, trying to keep their attention on what was happening on the screen. At one point she went to put her arm on the arm rest between them and nearly jumped out of her seat when she fully laid her hand overtop Adrien’s without noticing.

“Sorry,” Adrien blurted out but was quickly shushed by the audience, “sorry,” he whispered in a quieter voice, “you can have it.”

“No, no, you can have it--I just--”

“No. Really, I’ve been hogging it all night. You take it.”

“I don’t need it. Please, just take it--”

“One of you had better take it and shut up already.” someone behind them hissed.

“Sorry,” Ladybug squeaked. She moved to put her arm back and bumped into Adrien who was doing the same thing. They giggled for a moment. Then Adrien rested his arm on it with his palm facing up.

His eyes met hers with a shy, expectant smile. Oh! She bit her lip and laid her arm on top of his and interlaced their fingers together. Tonight was the best night ever just for this!

They stayed holding hands for the rest of the movie and when they got up to leave they were still interlocked. Neither wanted to let the connection break just yet. They walked out of the theater and into the cool night air.

“This was a lot of fun.” Ladybug said, “I’m glad you agreed to come out with me.”

“I’m still surprised you asked me out in the first place.” Adrien said, his gaze traveled down to their interlaced hands, “This was really nice.”

“Do you have a ride home?” Ladybug asked.

“No chauffeur tonight,” Adrien looked down the street then back at her, his voice dropping low to a whisper, “Between you and me, I’m not supposed to be out here.”

“How rebellious!” Ladybug scoffed, with a mock scandalized face, “Did you sneak out to come here tonight? I don’t know, Adrien. That’s top tier felon behaviour. I may have to turn you in.”

“Oh please, Ladybug, have mercy.” he pleaded with the same level of theatrics, “I meant no harm! Don’t send me to the slammer!”

“Oh alright,” Ladybug giggled, “I can’t throw a pretty face like yours in jail. You wouldn’t last ten minutes with all those other big bads. All those jaywalkers and litterbugs, they’d tear you apart.”

“You underestimate me, I could have control of the yard in five.”

“I bet you could.” she shook her head. “So since you don’t have a ride home did you need a lift? I can get you back lickety split.”

“How about instead of a lift you give me an escort.” Adrien asked, his big green puppy dog eyes blinking down at her, “As fun as the movie was I didn’t really get to talk to you which is the one thing I wanted to do most tonight.”

“How can I say no to that?” she squeezed his hand tighter, “I want to get to know you better too.”

They left the theater on foot back towards Adrien’s house. Neither had anywhere to be and no rush to end their date just yet so they kept the pace slow and let themselves take the long way around.

“Let me start simple,” Adrien said, “What is your favorite color?”

“Pink. But not like a hot neon pink, more of a soft sunset pink. What about you?”

“Blue. It’s just so relaxing to look at in almost all its forms. I think my favorite shade would have to be a soft sky blue though.”

“That’s nice. Alright, my question.” Ladybug pondered it for a moment, “What is your most treasured memory?”

“Wow. Starting off strong huh? I feel kinda ridiculous with my color question.”

“Don’t be. Sorry. I should have said something a little simpler, shouldn’t I?”

“No. I like your question. I just need to think about it. Gimme a second.” Adrien said as he started to think. He was really thinking this through. “I think my most treasured memory would be Christmas Eve when I was six.”

“Not Christmas morning?”

“The morning was great but I’ll never forget the night prior.” Adrien’s eyes took on a far away look, “It was as basic as Christmas Eve’s go. I wanted to stay up so I could meet Santa. My parents said that he wouldn’t come if I stayed up though and sent me off to bed. It was around midnight and I heard a noise coming from downstairs. I assumed it was Santa so I swung out of bed and raced out of my room to catch him before he could leave.

“I got down there and I found presents under the tree but no Santa. There was a light on in the kitchen and I figured he must be getting his milk and cookies. I go up to the door and push it open. There’s no Santa in the kitchen but there are my parents. My mom is sitting on the island munching on a gingerbread cookie, father is looking in the fridge, there’s quiet Christmas music playing on the radio next to them.

“My father closes the fridge and holds up a piece of mistletoe he must have hidden in there. Mom laughs and when he went in to kiss her she held up the gingerbread man so he kissed that instead. Father looked grumpy and bit the head off. Mom gasped and was all like, “I cannot believe you decapitated Mister Gingy! He had three kids you monster!” which made me laugh. Of course now they know I’m there and father picks me up and tells me I should be in bed and all that stuff. I wasn’t listening and instead I grabbed the mistletoe and held it up to mom. I meant it so my parents could kiss but instead they both kissed my cheeks instead. We stayed up for at least another hour eating cookies and drinking warm milk and hot coco before I fell asleep and they put me back to bed.”

“That is so cute!” Ladybug gushed, “I can see it all in my head. Squishy faced kiddie Adrien sneaking out of bed and eating cookies with his parents. That’s a really sweet memory.”

“I’ll never forget it.” Adrien sighed. For a moment he looked so sad and Marinette wondered if maybe she shouldn’t have asked him. The memory of his mom probably hurt to think about. “What about you? What’s your most treasured memory?”

Now that was a tough one. She couldn’t really go into childhood stories since it would give away too much as to her identity. It was then she thought of the perfect story. “There is one memory I hold really close to my heart.” she said.

“I was on patrol one evening by myself. It was raining but I didn’t want to go home cause I was going through some stuff emotionally and I didn’t want to be cooped up. So I’m running and running and I almost slip off the roof. I realize I should take a break so I huddle under this awning of this closed cafe to catch my breath and see if the rain lets up. I’m waiting for maybe five minutes and because I’m not moving my emotions from before I starting to catch up to me. I’m on the verge of breaking down when out of nowhere Chat Noir lands on the sidewalk in front of me. I say land but he more or less faceplanted. He has a box covered in a plastic bag to keep it dry that he’s holding off the ground. He pulls himself up like he didn’t just have an intimate meeting with the concrete and walks over to me like it is the most casual thing in the world. Now mind you, I was not expecting to see him. I didn’t tell him I was coming out here nor did he have any idea where I was but he found me nonetheless.

“He huddles under the awning with me and takes the plastic bag off the box. I realize at this point it is a wrapped present. I ask him what this is supposed to be for and he tells me that since we don’t know when each other’s birthdays are he was going to pick a random day to give me a birthday present. And apparently this rainy evening was that day. I tried telling he didn’t need to but he insisted so I take the present and unwrap it. When I tell you, this idiot actually gifted me a black cat onesie with a cat ear hood and little toe beans on the feet. I started laughing and asked if he had a matching ladybug onesie and he told me he did. I start laughing harder and I can tell he thinks that I’m laughing at him so I quickly assure him I’m not. I tell him I really love the gift and I give him a hug. To him he probably thinks that he just gave me a nice present but in reality he pulled me back from a really sad place without even knowing it.

“Of course the second I got home I put the onesie on and started thinking of a birthday present I could get for him. I wanted it to be perfect as a sort of thank you for cheering me up when I was in a really bad mood. I never told him just how much that one little present, that one encounter, helped me but it did. I like to think about it whenever I get in a bad mood. Remembering his mop of drenched hair and that big expectant smile never fails to cheer me up.”

When she looked back at Adrien he looked close to tears. “Oh hey, are you okay? Did I say something? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he wiped at his eyes with his free hand, “It’s just, your friendship with him is great. I think that the next time you see him you should tell him how much that meant to you. I’m sure it would make him really happy.”

“I think I will,”

They got to Adrien’s house and they both stood frozen on the sidewalk. “Guess it’s time to say goodbye now.”

“Guess so,” Adrien stared up at the tall stone walls. “All good thinks must come to an end.”

“There are always more good times to come though.” Ladybug said, “Speaking of which, would you be interested in going on a second date sometime?”

“I would love to.” Adrien answered with a bright smile. “How do I get a hold of you?”

“I’ll come to you.” she let go of his hand to wrap around his waist. With a flick of her wrist she sent her yo-yo up and pulled them off the ground. They swung into his room and she deposited him back down safely. “Goodnight, Adrien. I had a wonderful time and I’ll be by to see you again soon.”

“Goodbye Ladybug. Tonight was...it was perfect.” He leaned in closer or maybe it was Marinette that leaned in but one of them leaned in. Then just as quickly they withdrew. Arms hugged close to their sides.

“I should get going,” Ladybug stumbled back towards the window. She poised to throw her yo-yo but she made the mistake of taking one final look back at Adrien. He was watching her with such a soft and loving expression. She couldn’t just end it like this.

She rushed back to him and kissed his cheek. “See you later, bye!” she fully vaulted herself out the window the next instant and booked it as fast as she could back home. She dropped down onto her balcony. Her heart was beating fast and her face ached from how hard she was smiling.

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(Part 1) (Previous) (Probably another part cause I know no self control and you people enable me)

[retrievablememories]

moonlight | jaehyun (m)

title: moonlight pairing: jaehyun x reader genre: smut request: “Hi 😘 Nct members going to a strip club and jaehyun getting a private dance that turns into fucking scenario please? Can be smutty” word count: 3.2k warnings: sex work, oral sex (male receiving), dirty talk, riding a/n: I admittedly don’t know much about strip clubs at my big age of 23 💀 I researched what I could but took some creative liberties. I only included a handful of nct members here since that is a looot of men lol 

“Don’t look now, but your pretty boy and his group of friends are back. Diane says their car is outside,” Anya says, walking into the dressing room where the rest of the girls are. Your interest is piqued at this, though you pretend not to hear her as you finish applying your makeup. Serena isn’t so quick to let you off the hook.

“Isn’t that your boyfriend? Your little boy toy?” Serena asks, leaning closer and batting her eyelashes at you.

You pause with the mascara wand in your hand. “What boyfriend?” you scoff, though you already know exactly what she’s talking about.

“Girl, stop pretending like you’re not into him or some shit. You look at him almost as much as he stares at you!” Anya rolls her eyes and puts her hand on her hip, looking every bit of an Amazon in her 6-inch heels.

“He’s yet to request a private dance, so…I’m not sweatin’ over him. And anyway, he’s no boyfriend of mine if he ain’t paying the bills.”

“Okay, I heard that one!” Both Serena and Anya laugh at your comment. But now that you know he’s here, you are suddenly a little more motivated to dance well tonight. Not that you don’t already, but a little extra never hurt anyone.

Him and his idol friends come around to Moonlight every so often, one weekend or so a month, to get their rocks off. They’re from that kpop group NCT, and you’ve figured out the one who stares is Jaehyun. But you don’t know a ton about them other than those bare facts.

With Moonlight being one of a few ultra-diverse strip clubs in Seoul, it rose to popularity fairly quickly after its establishment. And to no one’s surprise — no one who truly knows the game, anyway — there are always a lot of kpop idols who come to watch the dancers. Their fans would undoubtedly be scandalized if they knew, but hey, that ain’t your problem. You’re here to make money, have fun, and seduce starry-eyed, lonely men. If they’re attractive, that’s only a bonus.

The House Mother, Daya, comes to stand in the doorway and calls your name. “You’re up next girl, so move that ass!”

“I’m coming,” you sigh dramatically, but there are no hard feelings at all. She’s one of the nicer club owners in this part of the city, one who treats all the girls like equals no matter what their skin color or creed is. And when you work in a club as popular and as multicultural as Moonlight, you need someone there to keep the drama to a minimum.

--

The club is as dim as ever, but the stage lights remain at a low shine, ready to come on full blast once the next dancer appears. The music thumps so heavily that the bass seems to become one with the building, making every part of the club feel alive with energy. A group of 5 men enter, weaving their way through the seats to make it to their usual spot next to the stage.

“Wow, can’t believe we’re actually in a strip club right now, haha…” Mark tries to play it cool, but he’s not very good at hiding his nervousness. This is only his first strip club outing with the other boys, after all. He taps his fingers on his legs like he’s playing the drums.

“Yeah, could’ve sworn we were on Mars instead,” Doyoung says, and the others laugh while Mark rolls his eyes.

Mark isn’t the only one whose nerves are getting to him, though. Johnny notices Jaehyun’s restless demeanor as the rest of them settle in, and he muffles a laugh, nudging the younger man. “God, I hope that one dancer you like is here tonight, you look like you’re about to come out of your clothes.”

“She’s way out of your league,” Ten snickers.

“Stop acting like I’m ugly. I could get her any time,” Jaehyun argues, glaring at the other man.

“She’s a woman of her own, not something you can take as you please, Jaehyun!” Johnny says, and both Ten and Jaehyun laugh.

“Johnny, you should keep an eye out for your own crush.” Doyoung gives him a knowing look, and he only laughs sheepishly in response.

It isn’t long before you appear on the stage, the club bursting with cheers and claps and the dual spotlights flickering to full illumination. The spotlights glisten on your skin and reflect off the light pink lingerie set you’re wearing, making you look akin to a goddess—at least in Jaehyun’s eyes. You step out from behind the velvety curtains, letting the fabric caress your body before making your way towards the pole in the middle of the stage.

Your signature song plays as you twist yourself around the pole and perform your favorite tricks, letting yourself be hyped up and carried away by the people around you calling your stage name and throwing bills at your feet. The world spins as you do, revolving around the pole with your legs touching the sky. You grin at the upside-down faces staring back at you, leaving your charm to do all the talking.

You finish your pole routine by slowly sliding down to the base of it and landing carefully in a split. Your back is facing the NCT boys, though you look over your shoulder to flash a sultry look at the audience. This one is always a crowd-pleaser—though you also use this move as an excuse to catch a glimpse of Jaehyun’s expression. You aren’t disappointed by the hunger written across his gaze.

You gracefully turn your body to them, getting on your hands and knees so they have a full view of your chest. As you crawl closer to the end of the stage, Jaheyun’s figure grows clearer underneath the club’s simultaneously dark and light atmosphere. He’s close enough to reach out and touch. 

So you do—bringing your legs out in front of you and spreading them in an appealing stretch before resting them on his shoulders, one after the other. Other men in the club seethe with envy. Jaehyun himself is stuck like a fish out of water, blushing madly but also completely into your display.

Beside him, Doyoung whoops and Johnny whistles. You lift your legs off of Jaehyun gracefully and follow the move by letting your silk robe slip off your shoulders, fully exposing the bare skin of your shoulders and back. Even this is enough to get the men riled up again, and you revel in their cheers.

Jaehyun knows enough strip club etiquette than to try to touch you, and you take advantage of this by gliding off the stage and circling him like he’s your prey. You purposely brush your silk robe over his body, letting it cocoon him in your scent. His fingers drift across it, and he wonders if it could possibly be as soft as your skin looks—or maybe you’re even softer.

Before he can truly get into it, you’ve flitted off to another nearby table of men, taking your silk with you.

“Holy fuck,” Mark looks like a deer in the headlights, and his legs are crossed uncomfortably to hide his obvious boner. 

“The baby’s gonna implode!” Ten laughs.

“Well hold it, because the night is just beginning!” Doyoung shouts.

Jaehyun’s eyes keep coming over to you even as you rotate to one of the other, smaller platforms in the club, another girl taking your spot on the main stage.

--

“You really put it on him tonight, huh?” Serena says, putting her arm around your shoulders. “He’s totally in love. Watch him come to the next show with an engagement ring.” You chuckle at that idea. You find it strangely endearing. You wouldn’t marry him without knowing him, of course, but the idea of having him that tightly wrapped around your finger makes you grin.

You don’t have long to think about it before Daya is coming to break up your kiking fest.

“You’ve got a request for a private dance from one Jaehyun. Sound familiar?” Daya announces. Serena nudges you, and you nod. Daya raises her eyebrows. “You up for it?”

The corners of your lips curl up in a smile. “Give me 5 to freshen up.”

--

Moonlight holds a dozen or so rooms within its second story, all solely reserved for private dances. You climb the stairs slowly in your heels, partly because you don’t want to trip and partly because you’re slightly nervous about what to expect. There’s an abundance of security guards stationed on this level—and each room has an emergency button—so you’re not worried about safety, per se. Whoever this Jaehyun guy really is, you hope he can meet a few of your expectations, at least. Maybe it’s a little embarrassing, but you’ve built him up in your mind more than you’ve allowed yourself with other club-goers.

The room number is 202. You stand in front of the door for a few moments to take several deep breaths. Then you relax your body, talking yourself back into your Performance mode, and open the door.

“Who’s this handsome man?” Jaehyun looks up to see you standing in the doorway, still wearing your outfit from the stage. He sits up on the plush black couch that stands out from the blazing purple hue of the rest of the room. A row of mirrors frames the wall behind the couch, reflecting your own figure back to you. He looks a bit disheveled, with his shirt unbuttoned and his slacks crooked, but it’s a good look for him.

He leans forward to drink in your body, his eyes drifting up from the garters resting against your thighs to the lacy bra covering your breasts, and you smile underneath his gaze. “Jaehyun. And you’re ______...right?”

“Of course. You should know me by now, special boy,” you tease, sauntering over to him to sit on the couch beside him, instead of his lap like he expected. Still, you hover incredibly close to him, your hand sliding against his lapels and stroking the fabric of his button-up right where it unfolds against his skin. “After all, you’ve stared enough.”

“It’s hard not to.” Jaehyun rakes his eyes across your body as if he’s dying to touch it. You smirk and stand up again, sliding off your silk robe and throwing it to him as you wind your body to the music coming from the room’s speakers.

“What would your girlfriend say?” you tease.

His eyes widen at that. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Don’t act so scandalized about it...men with girlfriends and wives come here all the time. It’s shitty...but it’s life.” You say this while twisting your hips in his face, and he initially seems a little too distracted to realize you’ve said anything. Then it registers.

“That’s....do you like this j-job, at least?” Jaehyun’s breath hitches at the end of his sentence when you drape yourself across his body, your head resting back on his shoulder and your ass pressing against the undeniable bulge in his pants. Still, he doesn’t touch you, which you are grateful for—many other men haven’t been so tactful during private dances—so you continue servicing him without a care in the world.

“It’s fun, and I get to meet handsome men like you.” Your fingers ghost across his jawline, drifting only inches away but not making contact. “There’s a lot to like about it.”

You move away and he thinks you mean to get up, but you only turn to face him. “You can touch me now, if you’d like. I think you’ve been a good boy…”

You grind in Jaehyun’s lap and are delighted when he responds in kind, pushing his hips up to meet yours. Your faces are inches apart. You are practically breathing in sync, smiling like there’s a secret only the two of you know.

You make the first move by kissing him, and he slants his mouth against yours as if your lips have always belonged together.

You grasp Jaehyun’s hand and lead it to your hip, and he takes the cue to rest both of his hands on your waist, simply following your directions.

He does take the lead with the kiss, though, biting your lip as you gently pull away, and tugging you back in. He tastes like alcohol, and as cliché as it is, it makes you feel a bit drunk—but that might also be due to his demeanor itself.

“How long have you wanted this?” you ask, sliding your hand into his black shirt and drawing your nails across his skin—not painfully hard, but enough to make him throb under you.

“Maybe too long,” he says. “You’re very beautiful.”

You smile. “Aren’t we a perfect match, then?” Your hand slides lower, to his abdomen and the muscles you can feel even under his dress shirt, and then to his belt. “Would you like to continue?” you ask. 

“Yes.”

You unbuckle his belt, sliding the leather through his belt loops and dropping it off to the side somewhere. You slide yourself off his lap to kneel in front of him as you caress his lower half, rubbing your hands up his thighs and across his bulge, underneath his clothing to feel his abs, and then back again. 

Unzipping his dress pants is equally fun. You watch him sweat and feel him shudder as you drag the zipper down with your teeth. You pull his underwear down after, slowly drawing the material over his skin on purpose. His cock springs out, hard and thick and flushed with need, and you lean forward to drag your mouth over it, base to tip.

Jaehyun is heavy and warm against your lips and he smells good, like male musk, like pheromones and desire. You hold the base as you slap his dick on your tongue and he rolls his head back, making a sound between a groan and a laugh as if he can’t believe this is happening.

He doesn’t want to rush or hurt you, so he lets you do the work of sliding him into your mouth as far as you can take, drooling over his dick and sucking him so messily that it makes his knees quiver. The groans and grunts you pull out of him are lovely to hear—you feel good to know that you can bring him this much pleasure so easily. His precum drips into your mouth, salty on your tastebuds.

Jaehyun is pliable in your hands as you stroke his shaft, focusing your tongue on his leaking tip. You feel his thumb brushing the back of your neck, his hand settling on your nape as he watches you suck his dick. He curses under his breath when you scrape your teeth against him very gently, giving just enough pressure to make it feel good.

Soon, you feel Jaehyun nearing in your mouth, his cock throbbing harder and his thighs trembling around you.

“I-I want to fuck you,” Jaehyun says abruptly. You pull back to look at him through your eyelashes. You leave a trail of spit lingering between your lips and his dick, and he looks like he might come right then.

“Such a greedy boy.” You lift yourself to be level with his eyes, tilting his chin with your fingertips. “What’s the magic word?”

“Please?” He looks like he isn’t totally certain that’s the right answer, and it makes you laugh. In response to his request, you turn to face the door, bending over and making a show of unclipping your garters and sliding your thong down before straightening to remove them completely. Jaehyun moans at that.

You turn back to see that he’s already taken care of the condom. He groans beautifully for you again when you crawl back onto his lap and slide him inside of you, clenching around his hard length.

You start with a slow and winding rhythm at first, not entirely hellbent on teasing him but not willing to let him blow his load too soon, either. His hands are all over your body at this point, gripping your ass and your breasts and whatever else he can get his hands on. He pulls your bra down and tugs your nipples into his mouth like a man starved. 

You laugh at his eagerness, riding him harder.

Jaehyun plants his feet straight on the ground and starts thrusting up into you and you cry out at the added sensation, his tip hitting against your g spot and making you sweat and tremble.

“Fuck, you’re good,” you sigh, digging your nails into his shoulder as you fuck each other at the perfect pace.

“This is the best pussy I’ve ever had,” he says in between sucking your nipples. “I’ve gotta taste it.”

“N-next time.” Your body squeezes around him again as he brings one of his hands to the front to rub your clit. You’re glad the music is loud, otherwise there’d be no hiding your noises or the sound of your skin slapping together.

You feel wild and free in a way you haven’t in a long time, and you let yourself scrape your nails across his skin and bite at his neck as you fuck yourself harder on his dick.

You and Jaehyun kiss and thrust against each other like you’ll never get to do it again, with all the delicious hurriedness that a quick and tension-filled type of fuck can offer.

“I’m c-close.” Jaehyun groans this into your hair as you’ve gone back to biting his neck again. He grips your ass and holds you tighter against him, if at all possible, and pushes himself into your spot with renewed energy. His hand still works your clit, just shy of being firm enough to hurt—but practiced enough to provide pleasure.

“Not without me,” you say, licking the shell of his ear. “What would your friends say?”

“They wouldn’t know, because right now, you’re mine alone.” He slaps your ass and that’s enough to get you spilling onto him, crying his name right into his eardrum as you shudder and tighten around him.

Jaehyun comes soon after, thrusting a few more times and settling himself deep inside you as he fills the condom. He leans his head against the couch and you watch as he vocalizes his pleasure, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he arches into you.

You feel sated and a bit sleepy now, but your shift isn’t over yet and there are still more shows to be done. You lay a kiss on Jaehyun’s throat before gingerly untangling yourself from him and redressing, making sure everything is in place.

Jaehyun throws away the condom and does the same for himself, though there won’t be any hiding the bruises you’ve left on his neck. He looks in the mirrors behind him and blushes at the sight of them, brushing his fingers over them.

“Sorry honey. Hope your friends don’t tease you too much over it.” You smile sympathetically, though you aren’t terribly sorry. You move to open the door but Jaehyun calls out wait, and you pause.

He slides a piece of paper with his number on it into your hand and gives you a smirk. “Don’t forget our promise. ‘Next time,’ remember?”

You tuck the paper into your bra and make a note to put it somewhere safer once you get to the dressing room. “Of course, baby.” With that, you are gone, and Jaehyun is left with the memories—and the marks—to remind him of you until you meet again.

[rovewritesit]

Angel Of My Dreams (Chapter 5) John Deacon x Reader Series

GIF: @johndeac​

Apologies for the delay! Work has been an absolute shit fest. The big show I’m on got canceled, but we still have to finish the season at some point so oof. Also, my boss is moving to Italy? Pray for my sanity, folks.

Series Summary: After reluctantly joining a band with your childhood best friends, you are thrust into oncoming stardom with no sea legs and an overwhelming sense of anxiety. But you just might find your way, thanks to some seasoned pros by your side. And the interest of one particular bassist.

This series is a work of fiction and is loosely inspired by real people and events. Absolutely no offense is meant to actual Queen or their families.

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4

Pairing: John Deacon x Reader

Chapter Warnings: Strong language. Feelings of anxiety. Angst (oooo!)

Chapter Notes: I've rewritten this chapter so many times that I don't even know what it is anymore. Angst is hard, my dudes! Why can't it all be flirty glances and quick banter?!

Song/Title Inspiration: Angel - Fleetwood Mac

Songs Mentioned:

Moonlight in Vermont - Frank Sinatra

Blues Run The Game - Jackson C. Frank

Taglist: @yourlocalmusicalprostitute @brianmays-hair @deacyblues @squishy-geckboye @hae-bee @aprilaady @theresalexis @uglipotata72829

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September 1982 - The Music Inn, New York City

“Bri, get a load of all these fucking maracas!”

Brian makes his way over to where Roger is gazing at a massive wall adorned with shaker-filled shelves, dipping his head low to avoid the sea of guitars hanging from the ceiling above his long frame. 

Queen was back in New York for their first-ever appearance on Saturday Night Live. Finding time in between the intensive rehearsals during the week had been hard, but Freddie insisted they would make the time for his favorite New Yorkers. When the time was finally found, he, of course, was unavailable, off antiquing at some of Manhattan’s luxury spots but promised to meet up with the group later on. 

The Limbs managed to snag the other three men for a trip to the historic Music Inn. Nestled in the heart of Greenwich Village, the dingy treasure trove was located a stone’s throw away from the city’s most prominent folk clubs that boasted discovering the talents of Bob Dylan and Simon & Garfunkel. 

You were quite confident that your newfound English friends would love it. Every visible space was stuffed or covered with an abundance of musical paraphernalia. So much so that you had been in the store dozens of times without ever finding out what color the walls were. Its layout was always changing to fit the ever-growing amount of items displayed, the familiar specks of dust that sparkled in the sunlight being the only constants.

“Hey, Jeff!” Steve calls out to the eccentric owner. “Where are these from?” 

The aging hippie shuffles over. “Mostly South America,” he explains in his usual gravelly drawl. “A customer brought back some new shekeres from West Africa last week that have a nice sound to them.” Jeff motions up the sprawling wall. Roger immediately grabs a few, testing the sounds out against the ones Steve is already playing with - the two of them like kids in a candy store.

Jeff had been a good friend to The Limbs since their early teen years, having let the group spend hours on end attempting to learn every exotic instrument they could get their hands on. Anyone who entered the shop could count on him as a spirit guide of sorts to a wealth of worldly music. And while The Limbs had kept their first album fairly plain in context, they were already itching, particularly Steve, to experiment on the next album. Whenever that would be.

Now that a few more of their singles were moderately successful hits, Columbia Records was focused on milking it for all that it was worth. The execs were currently setting up an extensive American tour of the Mid - West Coast part of the country, all the major cities they hadn’t hit on their first tour. 

“Y/N,” Jeff gestures for you to follow him, probably excited to show you a new find seeing as you were always eager and willing to give them a test run. You make your way down the staircase lined with large balalaikas to the musty lower level filled with various sound equipment and electronic instruments. 

“What on god’s green earth would you use that for?” you hear Rich’s deep voice implore. He rolls his eyes as Eddie moons over an ornately engraved mandolin.

“It worked for Rod Stewart, didn’t it? That mandolin solo in Maggie May shredded,” he retorts. “Plus, look how pretty she is!”

You watch your feet as you carefully maneuver around the amps and pedals haphazardly strewn around the floor, following Jeff to the back of the room - taking special care to step around John, who is crouched low looking over the wiring of a particularly grody-looking amp.

Upon entering the store, he had taken off on his own right away, immediately entranced by the sprawling selection all about him. But you had caught the worn, far-off look in his eyes when he greeted you with a short wave earlier. You try not to let the lack of attention bother you as you pass him without so much as a glance up. The heartfelt conversation you had the last time they were in town had rooted itself in your memory. Spilling your guts like you did that night wasn't a common occurrence for you- figuring you were already easy enough to read due to the panicked expression often etched onto your face. 

Why him? Even your bandmates weren’t privy to the babblings of your intimate thoughts. It couldn’t just be his boyish tooth-gap or the pleasing line of his straight nose. Maybe it was the confusing mix of nerves and comfort you felt whenever in his presence. It was unlike the persistent butterflies you were used to when around attractive humans. Feeling instead like a gentle humming that you somehow sensed everywhere at once.

You’re brought out of your swimming thoughts as Jeff clears his throat loudly to get your attention. You must’ve been staring blankly at the floor for quite a while. He gestures to a bulky item draped in a tarp, as you give him a small apologetic smile.

“Oh yes, very pretty,” you smirk at him.

He rolls his eyes as he attempts to sweep the tarp off in a dramatic reveal, but in reality, it gets stuck. The man scrambles to uncover it, and as soon as it peeks out, you gasp.

“A theremin!”

You gaze at the ordinary-looking wooden cabinet in awe. It must be old, seeing as they were mostly compact now.

“You haven’t had one in ages,” you marvel, locking eyes with Jeff.

“Which means it’s been a while since I’ve heard your ambient screeches plaguing these walls.”

Your finger points to him in protest. “Hey, I was getting better until you sold the last one on me!”

“Well, I didn’t see you making a bid for it,” he playfully shrugs.

“Let’s hear those screeches!” Eddie yells out. Rich claps his hands excitedly beside him. You poke your tongue out at them, but your eyes catch John’s, and you quickly close your mouth. Still crouched, he looks on with mild curiosity wrinkled on his brow. He lightly raises them at you in silent encouragement.

You slowly make your way behind the instrument as Jeff plugs it into the wall. Turning one of the knobs, it hums to life as you check the metal attachments protruding from the wood frame. It really is old. You have no idea how to even begin to calibrate it. Taking a deep breath, you timidly bring your hands up in position.

It lets out a high pitched wail that burns your ears from being so close, and you yank your hands away from the field of current. Eddie and Rich erupt into cheers while John slowly stands, moving a bit closer to see the mechanism properly.

Jeff lightly pushes you back towards it in a gentle coax. This time you slowly bring your curled hand a reasonable distance away from the pitch antenna, keeping your other low on the one for volume. Squeezing your eyes shut to focus on the tone, you slowly move until you find your starting note. It was all about sense memory and your ears to fill the gaps with nothing to physically touch. 

Uncurling your fingers, you begin the opening notes of Moonlight in Vermont - the one song you had somewhat taught yourself through hours of painstaking practice. You fumble a bit, eliciting a squeak or two while trying to remember the hand placements that produce the proper notes. While you might “play” many instruments, you were middling at many, master of none. You make it through the first verse before your head starts to pound from your jaw-clenched concentration.

“Fuck the mandolin, let’s get that for the next album!” you hear Rich tell Eddie.

“Ah, yes, you’ve heard Pet Sounds. Now prepare your ears for The Limb’s sophomore attempt, Ghost Sounds,” 

Their banter is drowned out as John chimes in. “How on earth did you learn that?” You meet his struck expression and shrug lightly.

“Don’t downplay it, Bun. It’s pretty fucking cool,” Rich assures you. “And her knowing ASL also helps,” he explains to John.

“Sign language?”

“Oh yeah, Y/N’s mom is deaf,” Eddie reveals bluntly. You shoot him a look.

“Sorry, hard of hearing,” he holds his hands out in defense.

John is silent for a moment as he mulls the information over, causing a speck of tension in the room.

“Your mother’s never heard you sing?” he asks incredulously as if he can’t possibly imagine it.

You give a small smile. “No, I guess she hasn’t. But I was in the car with her the first time I heard us on the radio. I turned the treble down and the bass all the way up and she bopped along to the beat pretty well.”

Rich chuckles lightly at the story. “She’s always been hoot, hasn’t she?”

You nod gently. “Aptly put. That’s how she describes herself as a matter of fact.”

John shoves his hands deep in his pockets as he takes a look around the room, his cheeks a light pink. You're unsure of why.

“I’m gonna head out for a quick smoke,” you decide, patting Jeff on the shoulder. “I know how you hate it.”

He gives your hand a light squeeze before you make your way upstairs, hoping to catch John’s eyes, but he avoids yours yet again. 

A pleasing blend of harmonies can be heard as you hit the landing. You peek your head around a large assortment of bongos to find Brian strumming a small acoustic on the other side of the store. Roger, Steve, and Lawrence all crammed around, the four of them singing a rendition of Blues Run the Game. 

Your heart warms at the sight, remembering the times when you and the boys would sit around a campfire and croon out the same sad tune. Eddie and Rich will be pissed they missed this. Steve notices your presence and silently ticks his head for you to come join. You hold up your pack of Marlborough’s in response to him before finally slipping out the front, trying your best to not jingle the adorned bells too much.

A cool breeze promptly passes through the knit of your sweater. It’s late September, and New York has begun to really cool off. You pull down the sleeves to cover your hands as you light your cigarette, wincing a bit on the first inhale. It was a leftover habit from your college days- scarcely used, only in social situations, or to get out of awkward ones.

Taking in the familiar street, you can’t help but giggle at the day you were having. To be showing Queen around your old hangout still felt absurd. No matter how genuinely they seemed to like the company of your band, you couldn’t fathom them wanting to spend the day with you all. Weren’t there bigger and better musicians in this city to be hanging out with? 

The sound of a lighter flicking to life comes from your left, and you turn. John leans against the faded wall as he takes a drag, his eyes trained on the dirty sidewalk. 

“I’m sorry, i- if I offended you with my comment about your mother,” he professes quietly. 

Your brows shoot up in confusion. “What?”

“We have a friend whose father is deaf. A lovely man. I shouldn’t have been so insensitive.” He sighs, finally turning to face you. “It’s just that the memory of hearing your voice for the first time isn’t something one can easily shake. I mean that in a way that- it’s just a shame really. For her to not be able to share in it when it’s something so...” he looks as if he’s racking his brain for an appropriate word. “Well, singular.”

You suck in a breath at his words. In all your years, you had never gotten that as a response to your mother’s disability. It was mostly a polite, “Oh, really? I’m so sorry to hear that.” His honesty and consideration for your feelings knock the present hum of your body up to 100. 

You flinch as gentle burning hits your fingers, and you look down at your forgotten cigarette, quickly flicking it to the ground before crushing it under your heel. John shifts his weight from side to side, never taking his eyes off of you while he waits for you to collect your thoughts.

“I write out my lyrics for her so she can read them as poems,” you state simply, smiling up at him. “Sometimes she makes up her own melodies and sings them around the house. It’s not the easiest on the ears, but she’s pretty inventive.” His eyes crinkle as he returns your grin - his first genuine one of the day.

“So she’s heard music before?”

“Oh yeah. She has nerve deafness, which didn’t start till her late twenties. She actually spent a lot of time around here when she was younger. Bitter End and The Gaslight are just a few blocks away.”

He hums lightly as he stares at you- like you’re a puzzle whose pieces are just beginning to fit together.

“Can you teach me something in sign language?”

Once again, your brows shoot up, shocked by his response. You blink a few times, trying to think of what to say. Going with the only thing that pops to mind, you sign out a phrase as he watches your hands intently.

“And what does that mean?”

You smirk, “You are a cheesy cow.”

“I’m sorry?” he laughs out.

You repeat it back slowly while signing along. “You. Are. A. Cheesy. Cow. It’s the first thing my mother taught me how to sign.”

He runs his hand over his jaw as he chuckles. “Rich was right. A hoot she must be.”

“I’m pretty shit, to be honest, and she read lips, so it’s mostly used for snide comments during extended family gatherings.”

You watch as he puts out his cigarette and carefully takes a step closer to you. “I’m assuming your colourful vocabulary extends to those instances as well.”

“Right you are.”

“Freddie will love that,” he snickers. “He always seems to collect vulgarities in other languages wherever we go.”

Your attention is torn away as a sleek black car rolls up to a stop at the curb. It’s out of place in the middle of the street filled with old and worn buildings, which can similarly describe the people who mill about.

“Speak of the Queen herself,” you laugh as a sunglass-clad Freddie steps onto the sidewalk.

“Oh, isn’t this quaint!” he exclaims, peering into the shop window. He straightens as he turns to you, hands-on-hips.

“Deacy. Thumper. Are we fans of freezing our tits off, or shall we go inside?”

You give John a small smile and push yourself off the wall, making your way over to Freddie, who immediately pulls you into a bone-crushing hug. The bells against the door ring out as you all enter the shop.

“Ah, Deacy,” Brian pokes his head out from one of the narrow aisles, still in a constant crouch to avoid the instruments above his head. “I was looking for you. Found these adorable teeny guitars I thought might be good to bring back for the kids. What do you think?”

“Kids?” you mumble to yourself as John makes his way over to inspect them.

“Brian has two, and John’s already up to 3. Maybe we should’ve nicknamed him Bunny.” Freddie laughs, nudging your arm. “You know… fucking like rabbits,” he expands due to your lack of chuckling.

He leans into your field of vision as he studies your statue-like expression, eyebrows knit in confusion. His eyes take in your ashen face and your lifeless expression. You weren’t even sure if you were breathing. When you lock your eyes with his, you know he understands from the sheer size of how big they become. He straightens up, glancing around quickly as if looking for something to put out a fire.

“Freddie!” Steven dances over, clicking a pair of castanets in his hands. “I wanted to show you thi-”

“So sorry, love, we can’t. Y/N promised to come to a fitting with me, and we’re already late," he announces loudly, pulling you by the arm and out the door before anyone can react.

- - - - - - -

You blankly stare at your reflection in the long mirror. Freddie had instructed his stylist to pull some outfits for you to parade around in as he tried on a bevy of metallic coats.

“You’re an idiot,” you tell the girl staring back at you.

Freddie sashays over, a shag jacket swaying with him as he places his hands on your shoulders, surveying the strappy dress you were currently squeezed into.

“Oh yes, this will do for the after-party,” he instructs.

“I’m not going.”

He heaves a deep sigh. “Darling, you already refused the ticket I got you for the show. You’re coming to the party,” he declares, turning away to look at more options.

“This isn’t really me…” you mumble, gesturing to the dress.

He regards you with a small smile. “Exactly. I say this with love, but you need a look, Y/N. Something that makes you feel unstoppable,” he gestures to his body as he twirls towards you. “Don’t you want to shock them?”

You chew your lip as you ponder that sentiment. Dawn usually just shoved you into whatever ensemble she had picked for you - leather jackets, monochromatic sets, tight jumpsuits. She kept hoping you’d find a style you fancied, but you had yet to find anything remotely likable under the lights of the stage.

“To be honest, I just want to be able to feel comfortable out there," you sigh. "But I can’t strut around in flashy outfits or conduct a whole crowd like you do." Huffing as you collapse onto one of the white couches around you. He perches beside you, throwing an arm around the back of the sofa.

“Then don’t,” he says simply.

You snort a response as you cross your arms over your chest.

“I’m sure you’ve heard this before, but have you tried showing them a bit more of yourself?”

“I can’t do that.”

He turns to you now, grabbing your attention with his eyes.

“And why not?” he questions.

You gaze down at your hands, which you’re now wringing together in your lap. “What if it’s nothing spectacular?” you whisper out the criticism that you'd drilled into your mind for the past year.

Freddie laughs lightly as he stands. “Let’s not start lying to ourselves, shall we?” He moves in front of you and kneels, now at eye level, making so you can’t look away.

“Sometimes people go to a concert for an escape. A big bloody show with dazzling lights and petite men galavanting around a stage in spandex tights,” he smiles. 

“But most of the time they just want to find a piece of themselves in it, don’t they? Commonality. They want to hear you, see you, and feel just a little less alone than we all know we are. I saw just a slice of it at your concert, and it was indeed something spectacular. So take that as you will.”

You’re not one to cry much, but your eyes soften as you take in the icon of a man in front of you. A man loved by millions, who was currently filling in as your personal rock n’ roll fairy godmother.

“You’re a fantastic person, you know that?” you tell him genuinely.

“Yes,” he quips as he gets to his feet. “Now, are we done scurrying around the real problem at hand?”

You sigh as you look away, firmly willing yourself not to break the dam of bottled emotions threatening to spill out. Why couldn't you just feel numb? It would be better than the wave of childish self-pity you found yourself in.

Freddie huffs at your reaction. “Oh, you brat. Sorry to tell you, but you’re an open book, my dear. And not one of those big pompous things Brian reads. A bloody children’s book. One filled with pictures.”

You're sure you’ve now bitten through the entire top layer of your lip as you contemplate how to even begin.

“I’m an idiot,” you shrug to yourself yet again.

“No,” he points a finger at you. “You’re decidedly not. Though I am curious as to how someone who’s as big of a fan as your friends say you are, missed out on that detail.”

“I’m not sure either. I mean, I listen to your albums and go to your show, but I guess I didn’t pour over the tabloids or press interviews or anything like that.”

Freddie nods along as he sifts through another rack of jackets, choosing an incredibly tight white leather number.

“I assumed you knew,” he answers while glancing at his reflection. “And I would say Deacy should know better, but he’s not quite himself at the moment.”

“What do you mean?” you press, suddenly much more interested in the conversation.

He turns to you, palms up in explanation. “It’s not that he wouldn’t normally be charmed by your shy presence and occasionally crass mouth… But I’m a bit worried he’s finding comfort in your smiles for the wrong reasons.”

“Huh?”

Sighing heavily as if debating if he should keep skirting around his words, he holds your gaze. “An impending divorce is crippling lonely, even if it is somewhat amicable.”

His mouth is brought into a pout as you suck in a sharp breath. 

Divorce. All your previous interactions play through your head from a different angle. Pity sneaks up on you as you remember John’s advice he’d given you. The concept of home is a funny thing. You scoff out loud at how your childlike crush had skewed your interpretation of your relationship with the man.

“I’m usually the one singing his praises,” Freddie muses, breaking you out of your inner monologue of resentment towards yourself. “But he seems more lost than usual at the moment.” 

He gently lifts your chin. “I don’t normally meddle in- well, actually I do. Just don’t want to see you get hurt, Bunny. Not when the world is soon to be at your feet.”

"I'm fine," you lie, gently brush away his gesture. "I barely even know the guy. I was just shocked to have my silly fascination with him interrupted. Stupid, really."

"Don't do that," he exhales. "Don't put it on yourself. You'd have to be blind to ignore the fact that he's quite taken with you."

"I'm fine," you repeat, making your way into the back to change out of the ridiculous dress that suddenly felt even tighter now.

Shutting the door slowly, you let out a deep breath. It's all good, you tell yourself. Of course you got caught up in the attention of a world-renown musician. Who wouldn't? It's nothing special. As Freddie said, he's not even acting like himself. Although you were indeed in true form- getting caught up by the slightest of interactions. Unconsciously playing them as a loop in your head. You can't help but cringe at your own escalation of the situation.

Squaring your shoulders, you take in the image of yourself in the dress again. Perhaps it was time for you to shock them all.

- - - - - - -

“And so my grandfather goes out to the alley and sees her just wailing on this scrawny man. I mean, really going to town. So he pulls her off him, and the dude’s got a black eye and a bloody nose. And he’s like, “Thanks mate, thought she was gonna kill me there.”

Roger ruffles your hair in response to your poor attempt at a British accent. The group of cast and crew around you chuckle at the gesture. 

You had decided that if you were going to be forcibly dragged to this after-party by your bandmates, you would at least aim to make it worthwhile. A debut of your new mentality.  One where you weren't just acting the part of a rising rock star, but living it. 

Which is why at the moment, you found yourself the center of attention, surrounded by the cast and crew of SNL laughing along to your amusing story. But this was all hinged on you carefully, avoiding the presence of John Deacon at all costs. Which, in reality, wasn't very hard to do- you had yet to see him since arriving an hour ago.

“Oh my god, who was it?!” the young cast member beside you presses. You think her name is Julia, but the sheer amount of people you'd been introduced to was dizzying.

"That's exactly what we asked him when he told us. All he said was that it was some man with big lips who was in a fur coat and looked like he hadn't eaten in a month..."

The cam op across from you gasps, "It was MICK JAGGER? God bless your grandfather, I would've wept if she murdered him."

"So would my mom AND grandmother," you laugh. "Give us each a glass of wine, and it's basically a Mick fan club."

"Who else?" Brian taps your leg, surprisingly urging you to divulge more gossip.

You can't help but smirk as the group leans forward intently.

"Robin Williams?" you tease as their eyebrows all raise.

"Horrible tipper, but he makes up for it by performing dirty puppet shows with the napkins."

"Sounds about right," funnyman Brad Hall confirms, offering you another drink.

You politely decline, determined to keep your wits about you this evening. "I'm gonna go grab some water. Anyone want anything?"

The group shakes their heads, but Lawrence jumps up to join you on your trek to the crowded bar.

"Wouldn't it be insane if this was us one day?" he exclaims as you weave your way through the mass of bodies littering the Capitol Grill. 

You smile up at him, "Dream big, buddy."

"Oh, I intend to," he confirms you as you spot Eddie and Rich waving you over from a spot at the bar. 

Rich promptly wraps his arm around your shoulders as you join them. He always had a stoic way of letting you know he saw through the cracks in your poorly constructed armor. Taking the role of a caring older brother, more so than your own.

"Have we lost Steve again?" Lawrence asks the group.

Eddie nods across the room. "He's exactly where you think he'd be," he scoffs as you catch a glimpse of Steve, trailing Freddie like a lost puppy.

"Um, excuse me?" a short girl mumbles from behind Eddies' denim-clad shoulder. He turns, glancing down.

"Hiya," he regards her casually, causing her a deep blush to creep across her cheeks. She shoves a napkin and pen at him.

"C-could I get an autograph? Please?"

Eddie smirks at her flustered appearance, making sure to brush her fingers as he grabs the items out of her trembling hand.

"And what beautiful name should I be making this out to?"

She lets out a jarring high pitched giggle as she stumbles over her words. "Oh, uh, Shelley."

"Well, here ya go, Shelley," he hands the napkin back to her, now adorned with his messy scrawl. "Maybe I'll see you later."

She squeaks as she hurries back to her shrieking friends who are huddled conspicuously off to the side.

"Gross," you state. "She's a child. Probably one of the executive's kids." 

He rolls his eyes dramatically. "Gotta keep em' interested, Bun. As the heartthrob of the group, it's my sworn duty."

"Slow your roll there, Rob Lowe," Rich interjects. "I think Y/N's giving you a run for your money in this dress."

You glance down at the Freddie approved ensemble. It was eye-catching for sure, precisely what you were going for. It's black suede straps crisscrossed strategically against your body, giving peaks of the skin underneath.

"It looks good, Bun," Rich assures you.

“Guys,” you all turn your attention to Steve, who has just joined the circle clumsily. His pupils are blown wide from his current blood alcohol content, and he sways slightly on his heels.

"I- I have something to say," he announces to the group, getting your attention. You all wait patiently as he hesitates, clearing his throat twice before lowering his voice. “I just wanted to tell you that I’m gay.”

You glance around to the other boys whose expressions mirror your own warm smile. You’d all known Steve was gay since high school, not that any of you had talked about it. You had just assumed it was something unspoken. That he’d tell you whenever he was ready or met someone good enough to introduce to you all.

Steve gapes at your expressions. "Where is the shock? I was expecting shock and awe, people!"

"Steve, please don’t take this the wrong way. But I’m assuming we’ve all known for a while," Rich says gently. You all nod lightly in agreement.

"How?"

"Do you remember the types of girls who used to throw themselves at you? Like Becky Whale? Man, I would’ve killed for Becky Whale to throw something at me. But you never took them up on it," Lawrence elaborates.

Steve smiles around at all of you, his shoulders visibly relaxing.

“I had a crush on Eddie in high school,” he confesses.

Eddie pumps his fist lightly. “Fuck yeah.”

“Oh, c’mon!” Lawrence exclaims. “You just had to boost that ego, didn’t ya? I know pretty boys are great and all, but I’m the one with the big soft cuddles. People love big soft cuddles!”

Rich expands his arms as he brings you all in for a hug. 

You kiss Steve gently on the cheek. “I’m proud of you, bud,” you whisper.

"Thank you guys, I just felt like it was time. And now that that's out of the way," Steve grunts as you all untangle yourselves. “I’m gonna go find Freddie. He said he’s taking me out to a club after this!”

He skips away with a grin, back towards Freddie, who catches your eye with a knowing smile and winks. It seems you weren’t the only band member who had found a fairy godmother in Mr. Mercury.

You all lightly laugh affectionately at your friend until Eddie and Lawrence wander off to scope out the food situation. You lean against the bar next to Rich, glancing around at the loud laughter erupting from the outgoing crowd. One person noticeably sticks out. A sullen John Deacon sits at the end of the bar, hunched over what looks like a glass of whiskey.

"Looks like he's in need of a friend," Rich surmises.

You tear your eyes away from the sorry sight to look at him. "They're around here somewhere," you shrug.

He rubs your arms up and down lightly before slinking into the crowd, knowingly leaving you alone. 

You sneak a peek over at John. He runs one hand through his curls as the other absentmindedly stirs the straw of his sweating drink. You watch him sigh, bringing the glass to his lips and gulping down the spirit without so much as a wince. 

Hesitantly making your way over to him, you rub your clammy hands over the expensive material of your dress. This is the opposite of avoidance, you scold yourself, silently willing your feet to change direction. But your willpower has seemingly left the building.

You carefully perch yourself on the stool next to his, as not to disturb his brooding. He glances over quickly, doing a double-take when he realizes who it is.

"Oh, hello there," he greets you with a small smile. "I didn't know you had arrived."

You nod your head lightly. "How could you? It seems you set up camp over here."

"Ah, yes," he breathes, straightening his posture. "Wasn't our best tonight, I'm afraid. Not much to celebrate."

You take a sip of your water as you continue to nod silently.

"Actually," he begins, angling his body towards yours, almost slipping off his stool as you notice his apparent intoxication. "I was thinking about that conversation we had. When I met your spritely grandfather."

"Oh?" you question. Keeping your face neutral even though your heart was already buzzing at the fact.

"Yes. Mostly about how naive I was—all that bloody nonsense about finding a home. Do me a favor and never take my advice, will you? You'll end up completely wrecking yours."

This was a bad idea.

"It's just- you draw these lines for yourself in the sand," he drawls, waving his hands about in front of him. "A stupid phrase, really. Where did it even come from?"

"The Bible," you tell him quietly.

He lets out a big sigh, rolling his head back to stare at the ceiling.

"Well, it's gotten it wrong before, hasn't it?"

You simply hum an acknowledgment, too scared to probe for fear of where this was going.

"Anyway, you draw these lines. Moral, physical, promises you make to yourself, things you swear you’d never do, dreams to accomplish," he lists out. "But sand moves about, dunnit? It blows all over the place. Makes a mess. Gets in your sandwich. And those lines blur. Or fade away. And all of a sudden, you've crossed them without even knowing! Broken those promises. Skipped right over those dreams."

He's too far gone in his rant to register the growing panic sweeping across your features.

"You were right. Sometimes you look in the mirror, and it's just a complete stranger staring back at you, isn't it?"

Trying to keep your breathing steady, you stare at the crumbling man before you. He runs his large hands along his face before ducking back into his former position, signaling for the bartender to bring him another drink.

This is precisely why you should've stuck to your original plan. What were you supposed to say to the man who was so obviously hurting from his failed marriage? So much so that it was pouring out of him. You know that if it weren't for the alcohol, he wouldn't be confiding any of this to you.

But there was a reason the boys called you the mom of the group, and it wasn't because you were the only female. You feel a pang of need to comfort him. You gaze at him, not with pity, but an overwhelming sense of empathy for the man and make up your mind.

You clear your throat to answer, brushing away your own warnings about how it would only sink you deeper into your fascination with him.

"I was wrong, actually," you start as he brings his head up to look at you. "And you know what phrase I hate? That people don't change."

He furrows his brow but remains silent as you continue.

"Maybe we're not made up of lines in the sand. Maybe we're the wind?" You try not to cringe at yourself and your poor use of metaphor. "And winds sometimes blow in different directions... but that's okay because it's where life is supposed to take them." Falling silent, you decide to quit while you’re ahead. 

You're not ahead. You're not even out of the gate. What the fuck was that?

A slow smile inches onto his face as he holds your stare. "How did you get so wise for someone your age," he teases.

"And what age would that be?"

His mouth opens and closes as he studies your face. "Twenty?"

"Mm, close. Twenty-four."

"Really?" he ponders. "Freddie mentioned you dropped out of university."

"Ah, yes. The university I could only go to after working to afford it," you explain. 

He continues to stare, the look in his eyes shifting slightly as he takes you in. A look that matches the color and intensity of uncharted, open water. You need to get out of here.

"Well, that explains your extraordinary use of analogy then."

Dragging your eyes off of his, you glance around at the party you were missing. Gladly missing, unfortunately. 

"I should go check on Steve. He's having a bit of a night," you tell him as you stand. "Try not to drown yourself in those," gesturing to the new glass of whiskey in front of him.

"How can I drown myself? I thought I was the wind," he points out with a grin.

Before any more banter can ensue, you simply smile and make your way back to your friends. Thinking to yourself that maybe lines in the sand weren't so bad. And that perhaps it was time for you to start drawing some of your own.

[golbrocklovely]

the chosen daughter // colby brock - chapter thirteen

A/N: this is probs one of the longest chapters i’ve ever written, which is also why it took me a while to write. anything with a lot of dialogue takes a bit for me to write out, so i want to say sorry about the wait. however, hopefully the length makes up for it. thank you to everyone that has sent me such positive reviews about my writing and this story. it means a lot to me. have a good one yall, and enjoy this next chapter :)

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taglist: @far-to-many-bands , @idfk-tbh-oops , @muted-mayham , @ughwhyislifesohard , @justtanerd , @ashyoungxblood ,  @cmburgos

trigger warning: cursing, angst

word count: 2848

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I wiped the bar down, trying to busy myself. There hadn't been a new customer in over an hour, and Vampiro was closing soon, so most likely there wouldn't be anyone else.

"Why is it so slow tonight?" I noted, turning my head to Ronnie.

"Bloody is having ‘Blood Fest’: all drinks are half priced.” She responded.

I hummed. “See, why don't we do something like that?”

“Would you rather deal with tourists or our regulars?” Ronnie deadpanned.

I sighed. “Good point.”

I glanced down at the end of the bar. A man had been sitting there for hours, staring at his barely sipped drink. His dark haired covered his striking blue eyes. His leather jacket rested next to him on the bar. He breathed deeply, his eyes never leaving the stirring of his straw.

He looked sad, almost defeated.

I slowly made my way over, cleaning up things along the way. When I stood in front of him finally, his eyes stayed down.

"Excuse me, sir? Are you okay?" I asked softly.

He lifted his head, noticing me. I felt a chill run up my spine, his eyes piercing mine.

I cleared my throat. “You... look sad. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Do I not look okay?” His voice was deep, matching his dark expression.

“Well, you ordered that a couple hours ago and haven't drank any of it. You also haven't left your seat since you got here. Most people don't do that.” I explained, my hands resting on the bar.

“I could just be a loner.” He mentioned.

I shrugged. “That's true. But you just don't look... okay, with being alone. If that makes any sense.”

“I've been a loner for a long time. Longer than you have been alive.” His fangs glinted in the bar’s lighting.

He's a vampire... great.

I huffed, turning to leave. “Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you.”

“No, miss. It's... alright.” He stuck his hand out, trying to stop me. “I didn't mean to be so snippy with you. I haven't been in a good mood all day.”

I questioned, facing him again. “Why's that?”

“Do you really want to know?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I have nothing better to do. Lay it on me.” I admitted, half-smiling.

“I don't really know how to explain it. It's a complicated situation I'm in. But... have you ever wanted something so badly?” He confessed.

I agreed. “Yeah, of course.”

“And I'm not talking about something that's insanely hard to get, but something that's in front of you. You already feel like you have it, but you just need the confirmation that it's yours.” He confided, his hand wrapping around his drink.

I nodded my head, my thoughts drifting to Colby for a moment.

He continued. “You just want it. There's nothing else you have ever wanted more than this, but...”

“It's just out of reach. And every time you get closer to it, it gets farther away.” I finished, exhaling wistfully.

“Yeah...” He trailed off, looking down.

I chuckled. “It sucks.”

He smirked. “That it does.”

The man removed his straw, finally taking a swig of his drink. His shoulders relaxed for a moment, his gaze landing on me once more.

“You know... your eyes, they look so familiar to me.” He stared deeply.

“Oh really? Does that line work often for you? Is that how you get all the humans?” I joked, cleaning a glass.

“No. I don't need a pick-up line. If I wanted you, I'd already have you.” He remarked, sucking his teeth, “My powers can be very... persuasive.”

Suddenly, I felt the air shift around me, another shiver running up my back. I swallowed, my eyes falling away from his for the first time.

I hadn't even realized someone new came into the bar until I heard a voice next to us. "Brother, are you done antagonizing the bartender?"

I whipped my head to the stranger's voice. The man stood in the shadows of the bar light, making it hard to pick out his features. He stared at the man I was talking to.

The man stood up, rolling his eyes. "What makes you think I'm antagonizing her?"

"Because that's who you are." The stranger replied.

The man shook his head, downing the rest of his drink. He slid his jacket on, pulling out his wallet.

“Y-you already paid.” I stuttered.

“I know. This is for you, princess.” He placed a $100 bill down, “Thanks for the talk.”

He nodded his head at me and left quickly with the stranger.

I grabbed his glass, dumping it into the sink nearby. I slowly picked up his tip, staring at the purple line running through the bill.

Ronnie rushed up to me, gasping quietly. “Holy shit! You are splitting that with me.”

“70/30.” I offered.

“Good enough for me.” She snickered.

~ \/ \/ ~

"...And that's how I almost got arrested at a Queen concert." Tara concluded, smirking mischievously.

“Wow, that is so crazy that you got to see them live.” I commented.

Tara disclosed. “Every big band that has existed... I've been to their concerts.”

“Holy shit, that's awesome.” I marveled.

“You should have seen me at a One Direction concert a couple years ago.” Tara patted my shoulder.

Kat teased. “I'm surprised Harry doesn't have a restraining order against you.”

We burst into laughter, calming down a minute later. After the weird night I had yesterday, hanging out with Tara and Kat was a nice change of pace. I never really had girl friends like this.

Or really any friends for that matter.

“Oooh, Kat. Weren't you telling me you were working on a new spell the other day?” Tara pointed, changing the subject.

Kat nodded, looking down at the floor. “Yeah I was. It's nothing major, but it's kinda cool.”

“Show us then. Besides, any form of magic in general is so dope.” I spoke.

“Okay. I need to grab my plant from the kitchen.” Kat turned to me. “Jade, could you run into my room and grab my spell book. It's gonna be on my bed.”

“Sure thing.” I jumped up and walked over to Kat's room, stepping inside quickly.

I glanced at her bed, seeing an aged leather-bound book. I grabbed it softly by the tie holding it closed, turning to leave. The book suddenly dropped to the floor, the tie coming undone in my hand. I bent down, grasping the book. My eyes drifted to the bookcase that was in front of me. I gasped suddenly, dropping the book once more.

On a shelf was another leather-bound book. It’s title: Xiomara.

What the fuck…?

“Jade! Did you find it?” Kat called.

“Uh-uh yeah! Coming.” I stammered, grabbing the spell book hastily and running out of her room.

She knew about Xiomara before my dreams...

“What took you so long?” Kat inquired, looking up at me.

I sat down, handing the spell book to Kat. “Umm, nothing. I was just noticing all the books you have Kat. There's a lot.”

“Yeah, I got my own little library going on in my room.” Kat smiled.

“I can tell.” I retorted, biting my tongue.

Tara squinted her eyes at me, then turning to Kat. “Okay... so what's the spell you've been working on?”

“Let me show you.”

Kat placed the plant in front of her. It's brown color and wilted posture made it look even smaller in the large pot. Kat flipped opened her spell book to a bookmarked page. She glanced over it quickly, turning to the plant. Tara and I peeked at each other before staring back at Kat. She slowly raised her hand over the plant, mumbling a spell quietly to herself. A blueish light manifested from her hand, raining down on the plant. The brown melted away into a healthy green, the petals undecayed, a beautiful pink flower sprouted from the stem. More flowers began to blossom from the soil, growing as tall as the original plant.

“Holy shit Kat. That's amazing.” Tara whispered in awe.

Kat beamed. “Thank you. I've been working on this for a bit. It's nothing major but-”

I cut her off, studying the light from her hand. “Hell yes, it is! This is so cool.”

“Thanks.” Kat gazed at me sweetly.

Her eyes slowly drifted down towards my necklace; she became transfixed. Her hazel eyes grew more intense, the color illuminating from her hand changing from the bright blue to a deep crimson.

“Kat? You okay?” Tara puzzled.

She didn't budge, her eyes narrowing even more at my necklace. The plant burst into flames suddenly, Kat's eyes not faltering.

Tara and I gasped. “Kat, snap out of it!”

I covered my necklace with my hand, and her gaze finally broke. She ripped her hand away, noticing the fire underneath. Tara grabbed her water and dumped it on the plant, the fire burning out immediately. The only remnant left was the smoke and the sizzling of the petals.

“What the fuck was that?” Tara exclaimed quietly.

Kat sputtered. “I-I don't know.”

“Have you ever done that before?” I queried.

She shook her head. “No.”

“Why did you get like that? What were you staring at?” Tara speculated, sitting up.

“My nec-” I began.

Kat interrupted. “Nothing. I, uh, just got lost in thought for a moment. That's… another spell I've been trying to work on. I didn't think it would work.”

“Well, maybe next time, stick to bringing plants to life, not burning them.” Tara sassed, grabbing her bag.

“Yeah, I'll remember that.” Kat fretted, her eyes falling to the plant.

“How about to lighten the mood, I do some tarot card readings?” Tara grinned, pulling her deck out.

“Sure, as long as your cards don't catch on fire.” I taunted, shrugging.

“No guarantees. So, who wants to go first?” She dared.

“I will.” Kat answered, lifting her head.

“Okay, Kat. Shuffle the deck.” Tara stated.

Kat grabbed the cards from Tara's hands, shuffling them quickly. Tara's eyes landed on the deck, her purple aura appearing around the cards.

“Wait, how are you able to do a reading on Kat? She's a vampire.” I asked, confused.

“Well... I'm an elder. Most vampires don't know that I am, minus Kat and the rest of XPLR obviously.” Tara informed, glancing at me.

“When were you turned?” I questioned.

“In 1645.” She recalled.

My eyes widened. “Fuck. So that makes you…?”

“374. Plus the 19 years I lived before being turned. So I'm-” Tara started.

I interjected. “393 years old.”

She batted her eyelashes at me jokingly. “Don't I look so youthful?”

“Wait a minute, does that mean every elder can use their powers on vampires?” I suggested.

Tara revealed. “And humans. I don't usually use my powers on vamps, mostly because I don't want them to know I'm an elder.”

“Why is that?” I doubted.

“It's a long story. Trust me.” Tara scoffed.

“Okay, I'm done shuffling.” Kat chimed in, handing the deck to Tara.

“Perfect.” Tara pulled three cards off the top of the deck.

I addressed. “Wait, two of the cards are upside down.”

“That means I read the reversal of the card.” Tara described.

I blinked. “I'm gonna pretend I know what that means.”

“Every card has an upright and a reversal. The reversal, in real simple turns, is the opposite of the what the card means when it is in the upright position.” Tara clarified.

Kat requested. “What do they mean then?”

Tara pointed to the first card. “Well, your first card is 'the lovers', which as it says is about you and your boy toy Sam. Everything seems to be going okay for you...”

“But?” Kat guessed.

“But, there seems to be some jealousy or insecurities standing in your way. Why is that?” Tara accused, cocking her head to the side.

“How do you know that's true?” Kat hissed, crossing her arms.

“Because your next card, 'the queen of wands', is reversed. So, why are you jealous?” Tara repeated.

Kat exhaled. “I saw... on his phone, when he was showing me something, a girl’s name popping up.”

“Oh shit. Who?” I urged.

“Some girl named Maddie.” Kat pouted.

Tara closed her eyes abruptly, her aura appearing around her promptly. Kat and I stared at her; eyebrows raised.

“Maddie... is... his sister.” Tara deciphered.

I mumbled. “Sam has a sister?”

“Yes. Back home, in Kansas.” Tara claimed.

“How do you know this?” Kat puzzled.

Tara opened her eyes for a second, only to roll them at Kat. “The spirits. Duh.”

“Shut up.” Kat quipped.

“They tell me he misses her a lot. They had... really strict parents growing up. Sam wasn't even able to leave his house when vampires were announced to the world. But he saved up all of his money and when he left home, his family cut him off.” Tara expounded, her aura growing stronger.

“He's hasn't talked to them…” Kat uttered, staring off.

“Besides Maddie, no. They don't want to know how he's doing because he disobeyed them.” Tara ended, her aura disappearing and her eyes opening slowly.

“So, you were jealous of his sister?” I smirked at Kat.

“How was I supposed to know?! He hasn't told me that yet.” Kat shouted, grinning.

“Well, now you can go ask him, and stop being jealous of Maddie.” I giggled, lightly smacking her arm.

“That's not the only thing she's jealous of.” Tara declared.

“What?” Kat groaned.

She pointed to the final card. “Your last card is 'the seven of swords' reversed. I think there is something on your mind that you want to confess to. Something about one of us in this room...”

“Really? Do I have to?” Kat whined, her shoulders slumping.

Tara shook her head. “No, but it would be cathartic.”

Kat sighed deeply. “Fine then. I'm jealous... of you, Jade.”

“What? Why?” I blurted out.

“Sam talks about you a lot, and I know at one point I was concerned that you and him were...” Kat’s voice fell off.

“Together?! Oh my God, no.” I laughed.

Tara reasoned. “Yeah, I highly doubt Colby would like that.”

I objected. “Me and Colby aren't together.”

Kat broke in. “Nonetheless, I was jealous of Jade at first.”

“Sam sees her like a sister. He's projecting his feelings of missing his actual sister onto Jade because he feels protective of her.” Tara divulged.

“Did the spirits tell you that?” Kat jeered amusingly.

“No. But I am very good at context clues.” Tara sassed. “Let's read you, Jade.”

I reminded. “I don't think it's gonna work. The last time you tried to ask the spirits about me, you got no answer.”

“Good point,” Tara remembered. “Why don't I ask them about Colby and you then?”

I squeaked. “Me and Colby-”

She cut me short. “Aren't a thing, I know. But maybe we can see why that is the case? Or at least ask about your possible relationship?”

“Can you even do a reading for someone that isn't here?” I doubted.

Tara glared. “I'm almost 400 years old, I would hope so.”

She began to shuffle the deck, her aura appearing around the cards through her hands as she continued her motions. She closed her eyes tightly, quietly humming to herself. Finally, she stopped, pick the three cards off the top. “Okay, so your first card, ‘the magician’, is telling you to take a chance with Colby. It's showing there will be success in your love life right now, but you have to take the first step towards it.”

“That's fun.” Kat praised.

Tara flipped over the next card. “Ohh, this is a good one. So ‘the knight of cups’, when talking about your love life, means romance and flirtation. Meaning-”

Kat cooed. “You and Colby are gonna get together! Aww!”

I blushed, covering my face. “Oh my God, stop it you two.”

“She's right though. I see the two of you getting closer, finally opening up to each other in a romantic way. But make sure to take it slow and not fall headfirst into it.” Tara warned.

“Okay... what about my last card?” I sang.

Tara smiled, grabbing it and flipping it over. She dropped the card instantaneously, a small gasp leaving her lips.

“What? What is it?” I gazed down at the card.

“That's... not good.” She muttered.

“What? What's ‘the tower’ card mean?” Kat requested, picking it up.

“It means... breakup. But...” Tara hushed.

“But what?” I gulped.

“I'm not getting that reading. Well, I mean, not fully.” She explained.

“What are you saying?” Kat asked.

Tara trembled. “I feel like, what this card is telling me, is that you and Colby aren't really gonna break up, but something is gonna come between the two of you. Something... dark.”

“What does that mean?” I murmured cautiously.

“I don't know. But something is gonna come and ruin, possibly end, what you guys have.” Tara insisted. “But it feels deeper than just a break up. It feels like...”

“Like a what, Tara?” I barked.

She whimpered. “A death.”

<< CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 14 >>

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shawn meets... | sapphire

SUMMARY: in the life of a rockstar, shawn mendes comes across some unique people. sometimes, things stray from the norm. (AU, shawn x every one of my oc’s)(continuation/spin off of goth gf)

AN: it REALLY feels like shawnblr is fuckign dead but yknow what its spooky szn so death is acceptable! speaking of spooky, this is another for @fourtristattoos spooky writing fest! i swear im building up to actual spooky stuff pls bear with me oh and theres more smut in this

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Shawn was quite open to wearing anything these days. He was also open to wearing nothing, but that photoshoot opportunity hasn't come yet, though. But this pastel pink and white suit was a bit much. Actually, the sparkly silver boots were the tackiest part of this getup. Sure, the entire outfit was worth more than all three of his guitars he'd be using during the performance, but he wasn't exactly looking forward to resembling the Had To Do It To 'Em guy when he took off the pink blazer. According to Tiffany, the birthday girl wanted all party entertainers to be in her signature color.

He still hadn't met Sapphire Venus Lilith. This performance was for her, and she hadn't even attended the meetings for it. She was apparently busy with an old friend… catching up in her bedroom. For two straight days.

The yard was full of partygoers already. Tables with hot pink clothes were displayed with all sorts of snacks and drinks. Servers were going around tending to guests, all in pink bowties of course. There was also a raised, pink metallic throne in the middle of the yard, surrounded by 2 burly security guards. The throne was right in front of the stage that Shawn was going to perform on, so he wouldn't miss Sapphire in the crowd. Music was already booming through the large speakers, a Little Mix song that reminded him of a different time. The bass was shaking the window Shawn was looking out of.

“Fan of myself, I’m stanning myself I love me so much I put my hands on myself”

Tiffany was fixing the cuffs on Shawn’s blazer. Anna was doing last minute touch ups to his hair, which was slicked back. It was similar to the 2019 Met Gala, but instead of bronze streaks, it was silver glitter that was definitely going to be a bitch to wash out.

“You nervous?” Tiffany asked.

“Excited,” Shawn corrected. “I missed playing shows.”

“We need to get you on tour again.” She smiled.

“Gotta make a record first.”

There was a sudden knock on the door, making all three of them jump. Shawn made eye contact with Tiffany, and they both chuckled at the ridiculous response.

Anna went to answer, since the door was locked. “It’s probably Andrew, wondering if you’re ready.” She opened the door, and let out a surprised, “Hello! Hi, come on in!”

Just by the change in her tone, it was safe to say it wasn't Andrew who had knocked. Shawn turned to see who had come in, and was first met with a powerful flowery scent, followed by a tall, petite woman.

“Make way for the G-O-double D-E-S-S I spare no enemies in this dress Uh huh, uh huh”

This woman was blonde, curled princess locks cascading down her shoulders. On top of her head was the largest and most extra looking sparkling tiara Shawn had ever seen in his life, but it suited her. Her face was soft with pretty pink lips and piercing blue eyes. Her petite body was clad in a tiny top made of soft pink bedazzles and equally tiny shorts of the same color. There was no other way to describe her as anything but beautiful. Knock-the-wind-out-of-me, step-on-me-in-your-white-Louboutins beautiful.

She was followed by Kat, who was the polar opposite, color wise. Tight black dress, long dark hair in a high ponytail. Unlike her employer, she was not smiling, nor giving Shawn any attention. She merely typed on her phone in a professional manner, the same look Andrew would have when he was texting important people.

Shawn couldn’t even think about the potential awkward tension he would have with Kat because he was too busy gaping at the blonde. How was one person so powerful already?

“Hello, I’m Sapphire,” she greeted, holding out her hand.

Something possessed Shawn the moment he touched her soft skin, and he bent down to kiss her hand.

That seemed to please her, because she grinned, showing the tiniest dimple in her cheek. “You’re my little singer tonight, aren’t you?”

“That’s me,” he replied, almost losing his voice by how much it softened. He really couldn’t stop looking into those eyes. “Happy birthday!”

“Oh thanks, love. I can’t wait to see what you’re gonna do for me.” She was still holding his hand, squeezing ever so slightly.

Shawn’s cheeks heated up so goddamn fast. There was something in those worse, something sickly sweet and intoxicating. “I, uh, I think you’ll like it. I hope you do.”

Sapphire was still smiling as she turned to look at Kat. Wordlessly, the assistant went to Tiffany and Anna, chatting them in on the evening’s events. Then, Sapphire took Shawn by the collar of his blazer and stepped closer to him, her glossy lips at his ear.

“If I really love your gig,” she whispered, “I may give you something extra.”

And yeah, his pants got tighter. Good thing he was going to be holding a guitar all night.

Sapphire leaned back, smoothing the area she had been clinging to. “If it’s okay with you, of course.”

He cleared his throat, trying to calm his body. “Uh, no yeah. Yeah. Yes. Very okay.”

“Wonderful, darling! I’ll see you out there. Come along, KitKat!”

With that, she turned on her heel and left the room, Kat in tow.

Shawn immediately plopped down in the nearest chair, starstruck. He’s never seen nor heard of this girl ever in his life, and somehow she managed to turn him into putty within the first few minutes of meeting him.

“You need anything?” Tiffany asked, trying to mask her amusement. “A glass of water? A cold shower perhaps?”

He blushed even more. He’s never been so flustered so fast, let alone from someone he just met.

“Did I say happy birthday to her?” he asked, dazed.

“Yes,” Anna and Tiffany said at the same time.

Then, Brian entered the room, a dopey grin on his face. “Guess who just met the birthday girl!”

“Shawn did,” Tiffany answered.

Brian’s grin vanished. “What? Man, I thought I was the first one! She’s so…”

“Yeah,” Shawn agreed. Then he got up and took his friend to the side. “Dude, she wants to meet up after my set.”

“No way.”

“I swear.”

“Didn’t you just hook up with her assistant?” Brian asked. “You’d think she caught wind of that.”

Shawn didn’t know, nor did he really care. “That’s why I need you to hit up the assistant. I don’t know if she’s hung up on me or anything and I don’t wanna take that chance.”

Brian made a noise between a scoff and a laugh. “Full of ourselves, are we?”

“Please?” Shawn asked, bringing his hands together.

“Well, what if I want Sapphire and not her stuck up assistant?”

This wouldn’t be the first time Shawn asked Brian to distract a former one night stand. But it was the one time Brian wasn’t agreeing to do it. Shawn put his hands down, surprised and mildly annoyed.

“Kat’s not stuck up, trust me,” he said. “And… Sapphire said she wants me. It’s her choice.”

“I’m not taking your leftovers again, man,” Brian said as he folded his arms. “You always get the girl! Let me have something for once!”

Now Shawn was even more annoyed. “Maybe you’d get something too if-”

“If I was a famous popstar? If I was as good as you?”

“Why are you being such a dick?”

Then, Tiffany stepped in, literally. She stood between Shawn and Brian. “Guys, don’t do this. It’s just one girl.”

Brian ignored her. “I’m being a dick because I’m tired of being an extension of you! I’m being a dick because you’ve taken dates from me! You don’t even give a shit about any of them because you can’t get over-”

“Don’t!” Shawn warned, raising his voice.

Brian narrowed his eyes. “You’re not over Annalise Flores!”

“Who?” Tiffany asked, bewildered.

Paralyzed with anger, Shawn glared at the other man. The man who was supposed to be his friend. Why couldn’t he just do him this solid?

“Get out,” he said venomously.

“You know I’m right,” Brian sneered.

“Get the fuck out!” Shawn yelled.

He scoffed as he stormed out. Shawn huffed out a sigh, wanting to punch something.

“What the hell was that?” Anna asked, utterly confused. “Who’s Annalise Flores?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he grumbled. “Can you bring me Jocelyne?”

One quick shoulder rub and a redress later, Shawn’s disgruntled state eased a little bit. It was enough for him to fully focus on the beautiful lady he had to impress.

~

The set went well. It went great, because not long after leaving the stage, Charles the butler found Shawn and led him up to Sapphire’s bedroom. Shawn didn’t get to see much of the party, but that was very, one hundred percent okay.

Most of the mansion's interior was baby pink, but this was an overload. Shawn wandered around the large, pink bedroom as he waited. The walls were made of soft pink felt, and there was a large, sparkling chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The desk against the wall was the same color, along with the laptop and picture frames sat on the surface. The photos in the frames were only of the girl he was waiting for. There was no room for modesty apparently. Shawn was never not going to think of the birthday girl whenever he saw this color.

He went over to the king size bed, draped with the softest velvet covers he's ever felt. The headboard was a metallic pink… with bars. Shawn couldn't deny how exciting that felt. He really couldn't believe someone as breathtakingly attractive as Sapphire could possibly want him.

"Didn't know it was my birthday," he mumbled with a smirk.

"What was that?" a soft, female voice said from behind him.

Shawn jumped as he turned around. There stood the birthday girl, Sapphire, blue eyes wide and expectant.

"Uh, I, I didn't hear you come in," he stammered. Way to keep your cool.

She smiled warmly, fixing the silk robe she was wearing. She was quick to get out of her tight little party outfit, but she still had that sparkly tiara resting on her head. Shawn couldn’t help but notice the perky little nipples poking through the thing material, only adding to the burn in his pants.

Wordlessly, Sapphire moved past Shawn and crawled onto the bed, letting him get a view of her ass. He was about to follow, but her high heel clad foot landed gently on his chest, stopping him.

"Take off your clothes," she ordered, her voice still soft.

Shawn had a feeling he shouldn't challenge her, even though that was something he grew to love and get off on. As he unbuttoned his shirt, he felt his face and chest grow warm; Sapphire's gaze was intimidating, she didn't even blink. She looked at his face, trailing down his body as he removed more of his performance clothes. Her tongue peeked out of the corner of her mouth as she watched him drop his briefs and step out of them. Shawn felt mildly embarrassed that he was already hard, but just looking at Sapphire's pretty features made him this way. She already possessed him without even doing a single thing.

And somehow, he couldn't tell if she wanted to fuck him or eat him.

"Don't be shy," Sapphire told him as she curled her finger to get him to join her.

She moved to the side and patted the center of the mattress. Shawn crawled onto the surface and lied down against the pillows. The velvet sheets felt incredibly soft against his skin, heightening his senses.

Sapphire traced the butterfly tattoo on his bicep. The tip of her manicured fingernail left a tiny trail of fire on Shawn's skin.

"I'm so glad you were able to sing at my party," she told him. "And I'm glad you stayed."

"Me too," Shawn replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "Really, really glad."

"I can tell." She glanced down his body, making him blush.

Shawn really wanted to touch her, feel her, learn what makes her tick. He couldn't wait any longer, and it made him feel incredibly juvenile. He hasn't been so easily wound up since his university days.

"Saph-" he tried to say but a finger went over his lips.

"Shh, I know, baby boy." She leaned in close, her nose touching his ear. "I know what you want." Then she gently cupped his chin and turned his head towards hers. "I just need to know how far you're willing to go."

Shawn could barely hear himself. "As far as you want."

Sapphire's glossy pink lips curved up as she leaned in closer. Shawn closed his eyes, taking in her intoxicating flowery scent, craning his neck in the slightest, and then he felt her lips press the quickest kiss on his cheek.

He didn't even have time to breathe before she was straddling his thighs. Smooth hands went up his torso and rested on his broad shoulders, and she was hovering over him. Shawn lifted his hands to cup her pretty face, but she was much faster than him. Sapphire grabbed his wrists and pinned them down.

"No touching," she told him, her voice still soft and borderline innocent. "Understand?"

Shawn nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat.

She cupped his chin once again, her blue eyes piercing his brown ones. "Use your words."

"I understand."

"Good boy." She patted his cheek. Then, she moved down his body, to his hard cock.

Breathing out, Shawn braced himself for what was about to happen. His eyes fluttered shut as a soft, warm tongue ran up the length, and then his whole cock was engulfed by her soft mouth. His immediate instinct was to place his hands in Sapphire's hair, but he had to follow her single rule. But she also had a lot of pretty blonde hair, and it was covering her face. Shawn couldn't see her mouth move on him, and he really wanted to.

Just as he lifted his hand, Sapphire sat up again, taking in a breath. She looked Shawn in the eyes as she wiped the corner of her mouth.

"I know you wanna touch me," she muttered. "But you'll have to prove that you're gonna listen to me."

He nodded rapidly, and then she was going down on him again. Shawn breathed out a soft moan at the feeling, his fingers curling around the silk sheets. It felt amazing, way too good to be real. His toes curled as he felt her mouth suction lightly, tingles spreading all throughout his body. Tiny little whimpers came out of him as the tingles persisted, causing Sapphire's blue eyes to flicker up to him as she pulled off once again.

"You are so cute," she said, reaching up to cup his chin. "Most guys don't like to make little noises like that. Keep it up."

He couldn't stop the sounds even if he tried.

Sapphire sat up and turned her body, straddling Shawn's thighs. She pushed her robe back from the bottom, letting the smooth material spread over her partner's torso. Shawn felt his cock on her ass, and resisted the urge to move his hips up. He had to be good, had to do exactly what she said.

"So, what do you prefer, little one?" she asked, moving her ass back and rubbing against his cock. "I'm on the pill, but I have condoms here if you want that."

"Mm, no condom," he answered a little too quickly, feeling the need for relief.

Her head turned, so he could see her perfectly sculpted eyebrow quirk a little bit. Then, she sat up on her knees, taking hold of the base and swiftly sinking down on it. She let out a little hiss, and remained still in that position.

"You oka-" Shawn almost got out before choking on his words.

Sapphire very quickly recovered and started bouncing on him. For a moment, the only sound was their skin slapping together, until she pinched his thigh.

“Where are my little sounds, little one?” she asked between pants.

Shawn found himself blushing yet again. What was with that nickname? What did that say about what she thought of him? He was about to ask, but he saw the back of Sapphire’s robe fall, exposing her skin. She was naked under that little robe, and she wasn’t letting him see anything. It was a tease, and only drove him further, causing a little moan to bubble past his mouth.

“That’s it,” she praised, leaning forward on her hands so as to get better leverage. She was practically twerking on his cock, making him want to grab the plump cheeks.

Obscene noises of their skin slapping and Shawn's moaning filled up the room. Sapphire was incredibly talented with her hips, keeping the rhythm steady, and she didn't stop or slow down. The coil in Shawn's abdomen was tightening more and more every minute, making his heart race and his breath hitch.

He rested his hands behind his head, eyes squeezed shut from the feeling. Fuel to the fire were Sapphire's first sounds of the evening. Shawn picked his head up and noticed her arm moving rhythmically in front of her, and he immediately knew what she was doing. God, he wanted see that, and she probably knew that too. She probably picked this position on purpose.

Even after a shaky orgasm, Shawn was still thinking about the ways he wanted to take her. All the things he wanted to do with her. His body was weak and sweaty, and he was catching his breath while Sapphire fixed her robe and plopped down next to him.

Like Kat, she still looked well put together, like all she did was go for a casual stroll. Not even sweating or panting. Sapphire did all the work and all she did was dab at her leftover lip gloss with her finger afterwards.

Shawn was a little confused at this. Why was he the only fucked out mess here? He lifted a hand, his fingers gently touching Sapphire's blonde locks to get her attention.

"Was that good for you?" he asked.

She nodded with a smile. "You did everything right, babe." Then, she took his arm and wrapped it around her shoulders, and she lied her head on his chest. "Hell, I might even keep you here a bit longer than planned."

Whatever the fuck that meant, Shawn didn't really give a shit. Looking down at the beautiful socialite in his arms, he realized he wasn't prepared to leave either. And he certainly wasn't thinking of Brian, or his ex-girlfriend.

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Joy Is the Flag

Because there’s no way I wasn’t going to write an aro-ace Keith fic for Pride Month! Enjoy!

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“You doing okay there, kiddo?” Shiro asked Keith as they walked side by side through the crowd.

Keith nodded, silently, eyes not on Shiro but on the booths and decorations and people swarming around the two of them as they made their way through the crowd. Shiro felt a frown tugging at his lips as Keith’s arms tightened where they were crossed over his chest and leaned toward Shiro to avoid being knocked into by a group hurrying in the opposite direction.

Shiro had been utterly delighted when Keith had tentatively offered to come along to Pride this summer as an ally. He had invited him along the previous year, after Keith’s first school year at the Garrison, but the latter had turned the offer down. Shiro hadn’t been surprised. Keith wasn’t great at dealing with large amounts of sensory input; he tended to tense and become snappish when the cafeteria was too crowded, was known to lose his temper and devolve into shouting when the cadets ran emergency drills in the simulators, and during one particularly busy visitors’ day Shiro had sat with Keith in his silent and darkened dorm room for two hours while the latter cried his way through a sensory-overload-induced meltdown, just rubbing his back and not saying a word until Keith was back to normal and stubbornly behaved as if nothing had happened at all.

So a Pride festival, with its large crowds and loud music and bright colors and myriad decorations and fragrances from mobs of food booths and shouting and cheering and constant sound and movement - well, Shiro hadn’t really expected Keith to take him up on the offer to come along.

The fact that he had come this year meant a lot in terms of Keith getting out of his shell and facing new experiences, which, of course, gave Shiro a second thing to be proud about today. But he also stayed on his guard for Keith’s sake. The boy had a tendency to push himself beyond the point of brave and into purely hell-bent, regardless of whether it was any good for his health, mentally or physically, from staying awake for three days straight to work on a school project to attempting hoverbike stunts far beyond his skill level.

If the festival got to be too much, Keith wasn’t likely to show it, at least not in any obvious way. He would no doubt just try to grit his teeth and power through, shoving down any distress or frustration until there was no more room to shove any more and it would all explode out of him.

So he kept his eye on Keith as they strolled through the festival, pausing at craft stands to browse through the merchandise on display and peering into food booths and glancing over various non-profits’ posters and brochures. His own enjoyment at Pride was important too, sure, but Shiro couldn’t just turn off his big-brother-mode at the drop of a hat. If Keith was uncomfortable or unhappy, there was no way Shiro would be able to enjoy himself either.

Keith held up well, but about half an hour in Shiro noticed Keith starting to fade. His posture was growing more hunched, his shoulders gradually tensing, with every minute inside the noisy crowd, and he had started running his thumb over his knuckles, a subtle stim that Keith had adopted due to it being one that other people wouldn’t notice.

Shiro wasn’t other people; he noticed.

“Hey,” he called, leaning in toward Keith, not so much as to startle him but enough for him to be heard over the crowd and the speakers blasting music a few booths down. “I’m starting to get tired. Do you wanna go meet up with Adam, see if he needs any help?”

Keith’s shoulders sagged in relief as he nodded, and Shiro smiled at him before lightly taking him by the crook of his elbow and giving it a reassuring squeeze before starting to lead him through the crowd.

They made their way from the center of the festival and onto the outskirts, eventually passing through the roadblocks that signaled the edge of the fest and into the relative quiet of the streets that had been reserved for parade prep. Shiro kept his eyes peeled and his hand on Keith, trying to locate Adam. The Garrison’s Queer Student Alliance had a float in the parade, and as a student officer of the club, Adam had taken charge of the committee to build it this year. Shiro, busy with his own work and prepping for the Kerberos mission, hadn’t had the time to help out with it, and in fact didn’t even know what their float looked like.

That question was answered as he turned a corner and broke into a grin at the site of the giant foam space shuttle one block down.

He let out an impressed whistle as he approached the float, catching the attention of the handful of Garrison students standing on and around it, each of them decked out in their own pride gear. “Man, this came out nice,” Shiro said, eyes roving along the smooth surface of the shuttle and down to the float’s platform, which was bordered with an array of glittering planets painted in the color schemes of a variety of pride flags. “How long before I’m flying this thing out to Pluto?”

A door opened on the platform underneath the shuttle, and Shiro smiled at the bespectacled man who climbed out. “Shiro!” Adam said, straightening up and dropping down off the float. “What are you doing here?”

“Distracting you from your work,” Shiro answered. He stepped forward to greet him with a peck on the cheek before turning back to the float. “You did a really nice job on this.”

“You haven’t seen it in action yet,” Adam replied. “The main engine nozzle’s got a decoration of its own. You can see it in a sec, once someone gets the wiring fixed up.”

A girl Shiro recognized as a student from the year below his turned to scowl at Adam from where she was working at the tail end of the shuttle, a couple of visible grease stains on her pink, purple and blue shirt. “If everybody hadn’t been so careless while they were attaching the shuttle to the platform and moving the float out here, it wouldn’t need to be fixed at all!”

“Just finish it up before the parade starts!” The girl stuck her tongue out and adjusted her glasses before returning to work, and Adam turned back to Shiro. “So, hey, what’s with the change of plans? I thought we were going to meet after the parade. Coming in behind the scenes like this kinda ruins the magic, don’t you think?”

“I just missed you; can’t help it.” He leaned in closer, then, so that Keith, who was busy examining the planets painted on the side of the float with narrowed eyes, couldn’t hear, before continuing, “Keith was starting to get pretty tense with all the noise. Thought we’d go somewhere quiet, and this seemed like a good option.”

“Ah, okay.” Keith looked over toward the two of them, perhaps sensing that eyes were on him, and Adam grinned and waved his hand. “Hey, Keith! Enjoying the Pride fest?” Keith nodded before turning back to the float. “Least you could have done was get the kid some face paint or a pin or something,” Adam said to Shiro. “I know his all-black thing usually blends into crowds, but he’s sticking out like a sore thumb today.”

Shiro shrugged. “Eh, he’s already far enough outside his comfort zone as is. Think getting him all bright and colorful would be pushing it.”

“Mm. Fair enough. How’s that wiring looking over there, Veronica?” Adam called.

“Literally just finished, your royal highness,” the girl said, plopping down to sit on the float and wiping the back of her hand over her forehead. ��And thanks, by the way, for being oh so fucking patient.”

“We’re on a time crunch,” Adam said. “Can’t help it. All right, let’s give it a test run.”

“Fine, whatever,” Veronica said, stretching her arms out before leaning back to fiddle with something under the nuzzle. “Everyone stand back, there’s like a forty percent chance this thing’s gonna blow. Kidding,” she added in response to the pointed glare Adam shot her. “God, you’re so serious. Ready?”

There was a little metallic thunk, then lights in the windows and along the sides of the shuttle switched on. A whirring began to sound in the engine nozzle, and as a bright light inside of it clicked on, lengths of multicolored fabric started to unfurl from inside and dance behind the shuttle. At a distance, the effect made it look as if the shuttle were emitting rainbow flames.

The Garrison students let out applause and a couple of whoops, Shiro joining in. Adam simply sighed in relief. “Thank God,” he said. “Can you imagine how bad it would have looked if students of the most prestigious space program on the continent couldn’t even get a parade float operating correctly?”

“I’m sure it would have been the scandal that rocked the world,” Shiro said.

“I hear your sarcasm, and I must say, I don’t appreciate it.”

“Aw, come on, Adam,” he said, slinging an arm around his shoulder and gently rubbing his arm. “It came together great, didn’t it? You worry too much.”

Adam shrugged, giving Shiro a little smile. “Every couple has their thing. Apparently ours is worrying.”

“Damn it. I was really hoping ours would be piloting.”

“It’s a close match.” He patted Shiro’s hand before slipping out of the half-hug. “All right, I’ve got a couple things to double check before the parade starts. Text me where you’re standing to watch the parade once you’re there, and I’ll join you when we finish, okay?”

“Will do,” Shiro replied, and they exchanged a quick kiss before Shiro turned back to Keith. He was still standing off to the side, silently examining the float. “Hey, kiddo,” Shiro said. “Ready to head back to the festival soon, find a good viewing spot?”

“... I don’t recognize any of these planets,” Keith said after a pause.

“Hm?” Shiro looked over at the planets painted along the side of the float, and he grinned. “Oh, no, these aren’t actual planets. They just took the color schemes and patterns of different pride flags and made them into planets. See?” He tapped a finger against a rainbow-streaked planet on the corner of the float.

Keith’s brow furrowed as he looked at the rainbow planet, and then moved his gaze along the others. “But, um, there’s - there’s a lot?”

“Outer space is a big place, you know.”

“No, no, I mean - I mean, isn’t it just, like, four? L, G, B, and T?” He strode over to turn the corner of the float and glance at the other side. “There’s enough here to cover the whole float, and they’re all different colors, so, how…?”

Shiro couldn’t help but let a little laugh escape him, which he quickly swallowed back at the scowl Keith shot him. “Sorry, I wasn’t making fun,” he said. “Sometimes I just forget that to a lot of people, this is new stuff. It’s fine. See, those tend to be the four, like, primary identities in the acronym, but it’s not actually just LGBT, it’s LGBT-plus.”

“Plus-what?” Keith asked.

“Plus anything that’s a marginalized sexuality or gender, really. Didn’t you notice any of the other flags while we were walking through the fest?”

“I dunno. Wasn’t really looking for them.”

“Well, there’s plenty out there. Like, this flag here - ” He pointed to a planet that was shaped like Saturn, pink at the top of the center sphere melting into blue, with bright green rings. “This is polysexuality, which is attraction to multiple genders, but not all. And this one - ” He gestured to a crater-laden planet striped with yellow, white, purple, and black. “This is non-binary, for when a person doesn’t identify as strictly male or female. Right here - ” He pointed to a planet shadowed to look like it was fading between stripes of black, gray, and white, leading to a large splotch of purple at the bottom. “This one is asexual, which is for when you don’t feel sexual attraction.”

Shiro turned the corner of the float and started on the next row of planets. “This is pansexual, which means - ” He paused and glanced up, realizing that Keith hadn’t followed him around to this side of the float. “Hey, Keith? You with me?” Keith, though, didn’t look up. Instead, he was staring at a spot on the side of the float as if mesmerized. Shiro sidled back over to see what had him so transfixed, and found him still staring at the asexual-themed planet. “Bud, you all right?”

“Asexual,” Keith repeated, moving his mouth slowly and deliberately as if he were trying a new food for the first time. “That’s - that’s a thing?”

“Mm-hm,” Shiro replied with a nod. “Think the pride club at the Garrison’s got a good handful of ace members - though, haven’t been all that involved in it this year what with all the Kerberos stuff, so I couldn’t give you numbers. There’s also, let’s see - ” He scanned the planets before finding the one where the grayscale ended with two stripes of green and pointing at it. “There we go, aromantic. Same concept, but with romantic attraction instead of sexual, see. Some people are both, some people are one or the other.” He looked back over at Keith, who had edged toward the aromantic planet Shiro had pointed to, that same fascination still on his face. “Why? Is something wrong, Keith?”

Keith shook his head slowly, letting a beat of silence pass before softly saying, “I didn’t know. I didn’t know it was - it was a - a thing.”

“Yeah, understandable,” Shiro said. “I guess they’re not identities that get a whole lot of attention. Same goes for quite a few of these, really. But, yeah, there you go. Keith?” He tilted his head. “Hey, something else on your mind, or…?”

Keith finally pulled his gaze away from the painted planet to turn to Shiro, and the latter’s brows shot upward in surprise at the dewy shine in Keith’s eyes. Frantically he tried to figure out what was distressing Keith badly enough to make him tear up. “Keith, you okay? Is it still too crowded here? Do you, um, do you want me to take you back to the apartment?”

Keith shook his head. He opened his mouth, let out a single choked sound, closed his mouth and swallowed, then tried again. “It’s just that - it’s just - ” He took a breath. “I thought it was just me.” His voice was soft as he finished, practically a whisper.

Shiro blinked at him before glancing back over at the float. “Wait, you mean...”

“Or, I - I thought maybe it was - that something didn’t work right, or got numbed, or - or something,” Keith continued quietly, and his thumb was moving again, that twitch along his knuckles. “Like because of - because of everything that - all the stuff with mom and - and - and the homes, and stuff, that it kinda… it messed me up…”

“Oh, gee, hey, hey, Keith,” Shiro stammered out as one of the tears in Keith’s eye began spilling over and down his cheek. Quickly he wrapped Keith into a hug, mostly as a means of comfort, partly because Keith would definitely want to keep his face hidden now that he was crying; it was enough of a struggle for Keith to even cry in front of Shiro, let alone out in public with total strangers about. “Hey, shh, it’s all right,” he mumbled, bringing a hand to Keith’s back to rub. “Just getting a little overwhelmed, huh?” Keith lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “So, you’re saying you think you might be aromantic? Asexual? Both?”

“Both,” Keith answered, voice muffled by the way his face was buried in Shiro’s chest.

Shiro kept up the hug and the soothing, but inside his mind was awhirl. Keith had just come out to him. Hell, Keith had just come out to himself, too. How had Shiro not noticed before? How had they not talked about this? He searched his memories, trying to figure out if there was something that should have tipped him off. Keith had never shown any interest in any of his classmates that way, had never come to Shiro to ask for any advice about dating or sex. But Keith was a private person, and besides, it was much harder to notice the absence of something than the presence.

Still, the fact that this sort of revelation had reduced Keith to tears the way it had suggested that this was something that had been bothering him, had been weighing on his mind. And he had been getting so much better lately about coming to Shiro to talk about things that bothered him. So it seemed a little strange that Keith hadn’t given Shiro any indication that he was struggling with his sexuality, that he felt the need to keep this to himself.

Unless…

“Keith?” Shiro said, pulling. “You know… if you do feel that those are a fit for you - if you think you’re aromantic or asexual - that’s not a bad thing. It isn’t something wrong with you.” Keith didn’t reply, so Shiro continued. “It isn’t, Keith. It’s just an orientation, like any other. Just as legitimate as being gay or straight or bi or - or anything. It’s real, and it’s okay. It’s good, Keith, it’s a good thing, to be able to learn these things about yourself, to be comfortable with them.”

He moved his hands to Keith’s shoulders and leaned down to be at eye level with him. “Are you okay with it, Keith? Do you think it’s a good fit for you?”

“I… don’t know,” Keith answered. “I guess it… makes sense… but I don’t want - I don’t know if - ” He sniffed and swiped the back of his hand over his nose. “It’s - it’s probably stupid, it’s stupid, but - but I just had hoped - you know, I’ve had, like, you know, foster parents and stuff in the past, who said - who told me I was, um, I was… unlovable…” He said the word softly, intently, as if it were a particularly filthy swear. “But I had been hoping that… that they were wrong…”

A heat flared up in Shiro’s gut, one that had gradually become familiar in the time he had known Keith. Keith had given him occasional glimpses into his life in the foster care system, and every time he mentioned one of the bad ones, Shiro would feel himself growing closer and closer to wanting to strangle anyone who had ever caused Keith any amount of harm. And if this was the sort of message one of them had been instilling in Keith, then it was no wonder that he had kept it hidden, and no wonder that he’d thought this was some sort of failing on his part.

“Keith,” Shiro said. “Look at me.” Keith did, blinking wide, damp eyes up at him, and Shiro said, firmly and deliberately, “I love you.”

Keith blinked, brow wrinkling. “What do you - ?”

“I love you,” he repeated. “So if you need hard and fast evidence that you’re not unlovable, there it is. I could not possibly have asked for a better little brother than you, and I love you for it. And you being aroace doesn’t change that, okay? Not one bit. Love doesn’t have to be romantic, or sexual, and not feeling that type of attraction doesn’t mean you’re not perfectly capable of other types of love, and being loved in return. Okay? You are loved - you deserve to be loved. Don’t you dare believe anybody who tells you otherwise.”

Keith was silent, his lower lip trembling as he squeezed his crossed arms tighter around him.

“And it’s perfectly all right if you don’t like the labels, if you don’t think they fit or if you don’t want to use them. You don’t have to. But just know - ”

“I love you too,” Keith interrupted. “And I - I like them. The labels, I mean. They’re… I have to get used to them, I guess, is the thing, but, um, they - they make sense. They fit.”

“Okay.” Shiro clapped his hand firmly on Keith’s shoulder and smiled. “Okay. That’s good, that’s good.” He paused, then asked, “Are you still feeling up for staying at the festival?” Keith nodded. “In that case, we should probably find our spots to watch the parade. It’ll be starting soon.”

“Right,” Keith said, nodding again, and he obediently followed Shiro as they turned back toward the festival.

The curbs of the streets were growing crowded as the parade’s start time approaching and people were clamoring to secure a spot where they could see it all. Shiro and Keith searched two blocks before they found enough space on a set of bleachers set up at one of the street corners where they could squeeze in together.

Shiro noticed as they took their seats that Keith had begun to stim again amid the stress of the crowd, this time knocking his knuckles rapidly against his forearms. He watched thoughtfully for a moment. Then, he tapped Keith’s shoulder and leaned in to say, “You mind saving my spot while I grab something real quick?”

“Okay,” Keith said, and Shiro gave him a reassuring squeeze before slipping out of the bleachers and making a beeline for one of the merchandise booths he had browsed earlier.

He returned a couple minutes later, slid back into his spot, and handed his new purchase to Keith. “Here.”

Keith stared down at the object in his hand. A flag, a foot long when unfurled, on a little wooden stick. It was two-sided, its stripes bearing the same colors as those of the planets Shiro had shown him on the float, the one with the purple stripe on one side, the green on the other. “What’s this for?” he asked.

“If you want it,” Shiro said. “You can keep your hands busy this way, and well, most everyone here’s got a bit of decoration, so I thought maybe you’d like some too. Or you can just pocket it for now, if you don’t want to have it out. Your pick.”

Keith continued staring at it, but he didn’t make any move to put it away either, and Shiro’s attention was drawn away from him when cheers went up through the crowd and he looked to see the first of the floats making its way down the street.

For several minutes the parade had his full attention, and he watched with rapt attention as the first couple of floats passed by, followed by a dance troupe. He managed to pull his attention away from the little procession of cars that followed them, and he couldn��t help but grin at the sight of his little brother, arm up as he waved his little flag in the air with as much fervor as all the other celebrators in the crowd, and with a small, rare smile on his face.

[slutforalistairtheirin]

The Proud and the Prejudiced. (Logince)

Inspired by: https://mayflowers07.tumblr.com/post/186222058356/yall-wanna-hear-an-angsty-prompt-i-just-came-up

Roman

It feels good to be able to push my parents out of my head for today. A lot of people my age hate school.  For me, it’s probably the only place I can be myself. People accept and love me for who I am. Hell, this school even has an annual pride fest. We hold it on the football field. We get to carry flags and paint our faces. It’s really awesome, honestly.

Every year, my friend Grace drags me around to each event. I preferred to spend my time eyeballing the football players, but that raging lesbian does not understand. Her exact words are always: “Jocks aren’t even your type, Roman. You’re into the nerds.” I always shake my head and pout in response.  She doesn’t have to be so right all the time. 

Today, she immediately dragged me to the face painting booth. She goes first, so I have time to really soak in the event. As I look around, I notice Logan- the guy I’ve had a crush on since seventh grade- who also happens to be the yearbook’s event photographer- taking pictures.  He looks absolutely breathtaking today. The fancy camera hanging around his neck, his slender hands adjusting his glasses, the gentle breeze blowing through those soft, brown locks of hair- OH SHIT HE’S COMING OVER HERE.

My thoughts were immediately interrupted when he walked over to ask if he could take a picture of Grace’s face paint.  She happily accepts. 

“My only condition is that Roman is in the picture too.” She shoots a subtle wink at me, seeing my face turn pink. 

“Oh- um- okay-” I don’t really have time to consider it. Logan smiles and nods, Grace grabs my arm and yanks me over to her, and Logan snaps the picture. 

Throughout the rest of the festival, I can only think about Logan’s smile. 

-

I get home after school and quickly run to the bathroom.  My parents aren’t home yet, so I have time to wash off all the glitter and face paint. I splash cold water on my face and rub until my skin turns red. After, I go to my room and tuck my rainbow flag, socks, and sunglasses under my bed. Just in time, too. 

I hear the front door slam and my dad’s work boots stomp in.  He’s yelling about something. My mom’s heels click softly on the hardwood floor, barely audible over his shouts. 

“They have NO BUSINESS subjecting our Lord and Savior to displays of perverse “affection” to the same sex! It’s blasphemous! It’s wrong! Those parents have failed. Entertaining the idea that it’s okay? Those kids need to be taken away from them and given a proper beating.” 

I bite my lip.  I should be used to this by now.  I hear his boots clomping down the hall towards my room, so I quickly shut off the lights and pretend to be asleep. There’s no way in hell I can deal with this today. He swings the door open and I flinch, squeezing my eyes shut and facing away from him. 

“Oh.” He mutters. “Long day I suppose.  I’ll wake you up for dinner.” He shuts the door behind him. 

It really was a long day. After a few minutes, I drift off into a light sleep. 

‘You disgust me, do you hear? You disgrace our family and you’re breaking your mother’s heart! GET OUT!’ 

My body shakes and tears spill down my face.

‘You’re my dad! You’re supposed to love me no matter what!’ I shout back at him. 

‘I don’t have a son anymore.’ He says, an ice cold tone lacing his voice. He raises his hand and-

“Roman, sweetie! Time for dinner!” My mom knocks on the door.  I sit straight up and bed and try to level my breathing.  I wipe the tears from my face and send Virgil a text.  Besides Grace, Virgil is my best friend.  He knows how to calm me down because he suffers from severe anxiety, too.  The only difference is that his dad is accepting.  

Emoxx: Hey princey, what’s up?

Royal Pain: Bad dream. You know the one. 

Emoxx: Oh baby I’m sorry, do you need to call?

Royal Pain: Can’t, dinner. I just need to calm down. 

Emoxx: Okay, what do you need from me?

Royal Pain: Can you come over tonight? It’s a Friday, my parents won’t care. 

Emoxx: Sure thing, love.  I’ll be there in an hour.  We can eat junk food and talk about boys. <3

I smile and shut my phone off.  Virgil always knows how to make things better. I get off my bed and go to my kitchen, where my  parents are waiting. My mom smiles when she sees me and my dad barely acknowledges me. Sometimes I wonder if my dad weren’t in the picture, if my mom would be accepting.  Maybe she’s just scared of him.  I guess I’ll never know. 

“Hey mijo, how was school? You seemed real tuckered out.  Long day?” Mom asks. She could do so much better than my dad. I mean, my mom looks like she came straight out of a fairytale. Smooth olive skin, perfectly wavy, chestnut colored hair, gorgeous brown eyes.  I don’t know how he won her over. 

“Yeah, mama. Lots of tests.” My memory flicks back to Logan taking the picture of Gracie and I. Lots of tests indeed. My dad doesn’t like when my mom and I speak Spanish, so we stopped trying to avoid his daunting stare. Sometimes, she manages to sneak little words in there and blames it on habit. I still don’t understand why she married him. “Oh, Virgil is coming over tonight.  I hope that’s okay.” 

“Virgil! Oh save him some chicken, amor, he’s so skinny.” My mom says, already standing up to put some in the microwave for him. 

“Virgil, huh.  Is that the little emo kid? Are you sure he’s not a homo? He seems a little fruity to me.” He always finds the best ways to ruin my mood.  “Dad, that’s kind of rude.” I say, before I can stop myself. Thankfully, I find a way to save it before I get yelled at. “I mean. it’s rude to insinuate that I would be friends with someone.. of that orientation.” The words sting to say, the feel like poison in my throat. 

My dad nods. “Good.” 

I don’t really have an appetite, so I nibble on a few things and then I put my plate in the microwave with the one my mom made for Virgil.  

“I’m gonna... go clean up my room a bit before Virgil gets here.” My room is actually perfectly tidy, but I don’t want to be in the same room as the devil himself anymore. 

As soon as I get back to my room, I lay down and think about the good memories of today. I think about Logan.  I think about how cute he looks with that camera. I think about all the good pictures from today.  I think about how they’ll be posted on the school instagram. 

Wait a second. 

They’ll be posted on the school instagram. 

The one that my parents follow.

The one that my dad follows. 

There’s no way they can see the pictures of me.  Dad might actually kill me. Like, he will tear me limb from limb and put my head on a fence post outside. I start to panic. I can’t breath, I can’t think, I barely even notice when Virgil opens my bedroom door. 

“Woah, Roman, breath.” Virgil kneels beside the bed, forcing me to look at him. He takes my hands and breathes with me. “Everything is okay, everything will be okay.  You just have to breath.” Once my breathing slows down, he sits on the bed beside me, still holding one of my hands. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” 

I tell him everything.  I tell him all about today, about Logan, about the pictures, about the instagram, about my dad, and about my dream. He nods and listens the whole time. He also cracks a smile when I tell him what my dad said about him. 

“What if we just message the school’s instagram? I’m sure they won’t post them if we explain why.” Virgil offers a suggestion. 

“If they haven’t posted them already, that might work.” I pull my phone out of my pocket and open instagram. I start typing out a message to the school’s account. 

RomanPrincexo: Hi, sorry to bother, but I was at the pride fest today and I just thought that there might have been some pictures taken of me.  I was hoping to ask that you don’t post them. My parents are raging homophobes and I could be in very big trouble if they saw. 

LincolnHighOfficialInsta: Hey Roman! Thank you for voicing your concerns.  Any pictures that might have you in them will not be posted.  Your safety is of utmost importance.

RomanPrincexo: Thank you <3.  You have no idea how much that means to me. 

LincolnHighOfficialInsta: It’s no problem.  I’m sorry about your parents, that really sucks. 

RomanPrincexo: Oh, I’m used to it. 

LincolnHighOfficialInsta: You shouldn’t have to be.  You’re a great person, you don’t deserve the way that.

RomanPrincexo: Thank you, but if it wasn’t me, it would be someone else. 

LincolnHighOfficialInsta: No one deserves that.  Just know that you’re loved. 

“Hey Virge?” 

“Yeah?”

“Who runs the school instagram?” 

Virgil wrinkles his nose. “I’m not sure.  It’s rumored that it could be Mr. Sanders, the drama teacher.  Or Logan. Or possibly Valerie.  No one is for sure, though. Why?” 

I show Virgil the messages and a look appears on his face.  I can’t quite place my finger on it before he takes out his phone and starts typing.  His poker face is terrible, so when he grins that mischievous little grin of his, I know immediately that he’s up to something.  I try to look at what he’s doing but he sits on his phone. 

“Nope! No peeking!” He giggles.  “Just keep messaging.” There’s something in his eyes that I can’t read. I shake my head and turn back to my phone. 

RomanPrincexo: I appreciate it. I was wondering, who runs this account? 

LincolnHighOfficialInsta: I’m not supposed to tell. 

RomanPrincexo: Oh, okay. 

LincolnHighOfficialInsta: Maybe I’ll break some rules for you later, though. ;) 

RomanPrincexo: It’s okay, I don’t want you to get into any trouble. 

LincolnHighOfficialInsta: I won’t, trust me.  I have the whole school board in my back pocket.  They adore me. Do you still need to talk about anything?

Something in me makes me trust this mystery person.  It could be Mr. Sanders, or Logan, or Valerie.  Either way, what’s the harm in venting a little? I trust all of them. 

RomanPrincexo: Actually, kind of.

LincolnHighOfficialInsta: I’m all ears. 

I end up spilling all of it to them, maybe skipping over the part about Logan, just in case.  I do mention him, but not with the same wording I used for Virgil. After that, I shut my phone off and give them time to really read it and turn back to Virgil. 

“I’m safe.” I tell him. 

He smiles. “Good.  My dad says you can come home with me tomorrow, by the way. So you can have a break from your parents.” 

I love Virgil’s dad. He’s super sweet and kind of young. He has light brown hair and large, round glasses.  He has freckles all across his face.  Honestly, I wish I could just move in with them. 

“Awesome, I will.”

“Hey, are we going to the debate tournament tomorrow? Logan’s in it.” Virgil smirks. 

Obviously Logan’s in it.  He’s the smartest guy in our school.

“Do I have to watch Dee and Remus flirt with him the whole time again?”

Virgil chuckles. “More like flirt at him. He always ignores them, remember?” 

“Okay, fine. We can go.”

---

Logan

The message from Roman is heartbreaking. I’m honestly considering telling him that it’s me, just so I can offer more comfort.  I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to express my feelings for him.  Every time I see him, the words bubble up in my mouth like boiling water, ready to spill over.  When I finally go to say them, they stop boiling. 

If the best I can do for him is be anonymous, then so be it. I type out a supportive message and a quick goodnight, and then I shut my phone off and go to bed.  I have a debate tournament tomorrow and an unbeaten streak to keep up.

---

Roman

“Virge hurry up!” 

“Roman, these boots take time to lace up! You just want to see your true love!” 

“It’s not my fault you dress like a 2000s MySpace emo.”

“As if you don’t dress like a wannabe Broadway star?” 

“I am a wannabe Broadway star, thank you very much.”

“Yeah whatever. Let’s go.” 

We started walking to the school, where the debate tournament was conveniently being held. We arrived just in time to see Logan getting out of his car.  He spots us and waves. 

My heart does somersaults, but on the outside I just smile and wave back. To our surprise, instead of going inside, he walks over to us.  Well, to my surprise, at least.  Virgil seemed to be expecting it.  In fact, he just kept walking, leaving me alone with Logan. He shoots me a wink before going inside. 

“Hey Roman, can I talk to you?” 

I can feel my heart threatening to break through my ribs. “Yeah, sure. What’s up?” I manage to get out, even though I can feel my lungs struggling to hold oxygen. 

He smiles that damn smile. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You seemed pretty worried yesterday.” He must have seen the confused look on my face, because he continued after a moment. “Oh, I guess I should clarify.  I run the school’s instagram account.” 

“You- you do?” He nods. “Yeah. I’m alright.  Just a bit of a scare, I suppose. I appreciated your help, though.” I’m very upset with the sun for making my blushing face perfectly visible. 

“It was no problem.  I care about you.” There’s something different in his smile now.  Something I can’t name. 

“I- uh- I care about you too.” Why must I be so nervous around him?

“I don’t think you understand what I meant.” He steps closer to me and I lock eyes with him. Those beautiful, beautiful eyes. 

“What did you mean?” I can’t prevent my eyes from wandering around his face and eventually falling on his lips. He’s close enough that I can feel his breathing now.

“I meant-” He pauses, I can almost hear the gears turning in his brain.  It seems like he’s trying to find the right words. He shakes his head. “Is this okay?” He cups my face with one of his hands and all I can manage to do is nod. “I meant that I love you, Roman.” He finally forces the words out.  

My jaw falls open and I take a deep breath. “You... do? I mean- I mean I love you too! You’re serious right? This isn’t a joke?” 

“No, it’s not a joke.  Can I prove it to you?” 

I’m not sure what he means by that, but I nod anyway. 

He leans down and kisses my gently, his free hand finding its way to my hips.  My eyes flutter shut and I kiss him back.  It’s a little bit awkward at first, since I’ve never kissed anyone.  We figure it out after a moment or so, though. His lips are soft and they feel perfect against my own. He smells like cinnamon and vanilla, and something herbal. His hand softly caresses my face and he pulls away.  He gently leans his forehead against mine, both of us breathing heavily. 

“So, do you believe me?” He whispers, amused. 

“I do.”

---

Gosh. this was longer than I intended.  Honestly, I’m really proud of it.  It’s making me feel things in my heart. I also kind of made Logan suaver than I meant to, but I think it’s fine. 

@mayflowers07

[destiel-love-forever]

Prompt Fill : Sam & Catboy!Gabe

For my 3000 followers prompt fest, anon asked: I would honestly lose my mind over a fic that shows more of the Sabriel side of “Dean’s Special Little Catboy.” It would be really amazing if they got their own spin-off fic, but I would settle for a one-shot that shows more of their relationship. Smut would be nice, but even just a glimpse of their day to day life would be great. 

- I’m too busy right now with my two multi-chapters so at the moment this will just be a collection of one-shots. Hope you enjoy! 

Read it here @ my ao3 ! 

Or press keep reading and read it on here! Thank you anon, and everyone else that sent me/sends me prompts. I love and appreciate you all so much, you have no idea. <3 

Sam Winchester has never felt so relieved for a work meeting to be over. It was a long, dry, pointless one. The kind where Sam just wants to scream at his clients to get their shit together. That's not what lawyers do, though, so instead he has to sit back and suffer in silence.

He's just thankful he finally got to start his own law office. He sets his own hours, picks his own staff, and decides what cases he wants. It even gives him time for pro bono cases.

Best of all? No one can give him shit for having his catboy at work.

When he enters his private office inside the firm, he finds his boy on the burgundy rug in front of the fireplace. He's laying on his belly with his little feet swaying in the air as he colors in the new Princess book Sam bought him this past week. A plate of carrot sticks, cheese, and crackers is beside him with his sippy cup full of juice.

Sam doesn't even close the door before he sees Gabriel's little cat ears perk. He hears a distant sniffing sound and then the catboy is up and running to him.

“Daaadddy!” He launches into Sam's arms, wrapping his skinny legs around his waist and wiry arms around his neck, squeezing. “I missed you soooooo much. You was gone fowevew!”

“I know. Daddy missed you too.”

He wiggles in excitement. “We go home now?”

“Daddy has a little more work to do. But if you're a really good boy, we can go to the park after.”

Gabriel's eyebrows raise. “And ice cweam?”

Sam laughs and plants a kiss on Gabriel's nose, making the kitten squirm and giggle. “Ice cream too.”

“Yaaaay!” He claps his hands and wiggles, a silent request for daddy to put him down.

When Sam puts him on his feet, he settles on his belly again and returns to coloring. It's a picture of Minnie Mouse holding a heart. He wants to write ‘I love you daddy’ but his little mind is hurting from trying to remember his lessons. His pink tongue sticks out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrates. It takes time but then he's finished.

He hops up and runs over to his daddy, tugging on his shirt sleeve to get his attention. Sam looks down to see his little one proudly holding the piece of paper colored in chaotic scribbles with I Luv U Dady in choppy handwriting.

Sam's heart skips. “Oh baby. I love it so much! Thank you.”

Gabriel puffs up with pride, cheeks turning pink. He fiddles with his pretty yellow dress, tiny fingers loving the feel of the tutu material against them. He loves being dressed in pretty things but he loves being nakey more. He wishes they were home already so he could strip down. He could take a nice warm bubble bath, and then daddy would lotion him up and make him smell all nice. Then he could snuggle nakey on daddy’s lap, feeling daddy’s big hands stroking his soft skin. Maybe keep his cock warm for a while. They could watch a movie.

He sighs. “Daddy, you done yets?”

“No, baby. I need maybe one more hour.”

“Bit I bowed.”

“Hi bored, I’m daddy.”

Gabriel frowns at his daddy, eyebrows pulling in. His daddy is always making terrible daddy jokes, and they usually get him to smile, but not today. He’s putting his tiny foot down. If he giggles and forgives him, he’ll be bored for another hour. If he continues to be angry and pouty, maybe daddy will decide to leave early. Or at least figure out a way to entertain him in the meantime.

Sure enough, his daddy looks sad and guilty. He reaches out and takes the kitten into his arms. Gabriel straddles his lap and places his two small hands on his daddy’s chest, kneading him.

“Do you want to keep daddy company while he writes his brief?”

Gabriel tilts his head at that last word. He’s heard it before. “Bwief means fast and showt. Dat dis?”

Sam smiles. “In a way. It’s fast and short compared to what the information actually is, but it’s not fast and short like it will be done quick. It’s gonna take me about an hour or so, bud.”

His bottom lip curls out, wet and plump, trembling with sadness. Sam can never resist that bottom lip. It gets Gabriel everything.

“Oh, baby boy.” He cradles the back of Gabriel’s head and guides that pouty lip to his mouth. The kitten shivers, then moans when his daddy licks along the seam of his lips. He opens and tilts his head. Sam takes advantage of the new position and begins to devour him. It’s been a few hours since he kissed his boy last. He had tasted like mint toothpaste and candy. Now, he tastes like his apple juice. Sam licks inside his mouth, tangling their tongue together, groaning at the rough texture of his kitten’s tongue against his.

He unzips his pants and fiddles with it to release his hard and aching cock. Gabriel gets up on his knees to give him more room to work, the kiss continuing. He’s not wearing any panties so all Sam has to do is pull out his sparkly pink plug. It’s a small one and his baby could probably use some prep, but Sam is too desperate. He breaks their kiss, latching his mouth onto the spot on Gabriel’s neck that drives the boy absolutely wild. He bites down hard, then sucks away the pain. When he feels a rush of slick covering his hand and dick, he uses it to lube up and slams into his kitten.

The noise Gabriel makes is loud and sharp, somewhere between a desperate keen and a cry for help. Sam doesn’t give him time to adjust. Gabriel wouldn’t want him to, anyway. The little one likes things on the rougher side most times. He likes to feel how big and strong his daddy is.

Tears streak down his face as his daddy fucks up into him. He huffs and pouts under his breath, sniffling and hiccuping. It doesn’t take long for his well-used hole to remember how to take his daddy, though. Then it’s fluttering open beautifully. Swallowing Sam whole. Taking him deep enough to make Gabriel feel him in his tummy. It took Sam seven months to be able to bury himself completely in Gabriel. It had been a frustrating process. Everyone thinks having a monster dick is great, but not when all you want to do is fuck the shit out of your tiny kitten and can’t.

The training was sure as hell fun, though.

And now, Gabriel takes him like a champ. Fucking loves his daddy’s monster cock. Loves the feel of being split open and stuffed full.

“Daddy, daddy,” the kitten whispers, riding him in frustration. Sam has stopped moving now. He’s grinning at his boy. It’s a teasing smile that Gabriel doesn’t think he likes much. “Daddy, move.”

“No. You’re here to keep me warm.”

The kitten looks up at him, sad brown eyes watery and red rimmed. “But - but- but we-”

“Hush.” Sam takes the back of his head and guides him forward until his face is in his neck. Gabriel sniffles and wraps his arms around his daddy’s neck, smearing his tears against the skin there. He feels a kiss pressed to his temple, eyes fluttering shut despite his anger. It’s really not that bad. Sure, daddy got him super horny, but daddy had to get him like that for his big cock to fit inside him. At least he gets to warm daddy’s cock now. Maybe he can even take a little kitten nap. Then daddy will fuck him for real, fill him up, plug him, and they can go to the park and eat ice cream.

Sighing in happiness with this new plan of action, Gabriel wiggles a little to get his daddy’s cock in a more comfortable spot, then relaxes into him and lets himself drift into a blissful rest.

----

Gabriel wakes up to pure pleasure and the feeling of being full, full, full. He blinks open his sleepy eyes, looking down at his little kitty cock pressed against his daddy’s tummy. It’s drooling on daddy’s nice work shirt. He doesn’t know when daddy took his dress off but he’s not complaining. He just leans forward so his sensitive rose bud nipples get to feel the nice scritch scratch of his daddy’s shirt. When the sensation sends a zing up his spine, he shivers and moans.

“Oh, daddy.”

“What baby?”

“Feews soooooooo good.”

Sam grins down at him, loving the way his boy looks when he’s out of his mind with pleasure. The bright eyes full of tears. The bright pink cheeks. The constant twitching of his kitten ears. The way his pouty little mouth drops open in a perfect, pink ‘o’ that Sam just wants to fuck with his cock.

Leaning forward, he latches his mouth around one of those perfect perky nipples and sucks at it, harsh and fast. The kitten rocks on his cock, mewling. His claws dig into Sam’s chest but he doesn’t care. He just grunts through the pain and continues to fuck up into him.

His poor boy pussy flutters and retracts around daddy’s huge cock as he gets closer and closer to that explosion daddy always gives his belly. Sam can feel the shift and stands up, keeping Gabriel firmly on his cock. He lays the boy on his desk and leans over so he’s fucking into him hard. His little feet rest on Sam’s shoulders, the angle making him go impossibly deep and hit just the right spot every time he thrusts in.

With his next thrust, Gabriel yowls and shoots a load onto his little belly. One of his hands grabs his cocklet and starts rubbing at it like it wasn’t enough. “Needs you daddy. Need daddy’s commies in my bewwy.”

“I know, baby. Be patient.”

The little one whimpers and nods, his powdery pink prick already watering again from the rough abuse of his tiny hand against it. Sam traces the outline of his cock moving in his boy's belly. He shivers as he feels himself through the kitten's silky skin.

His kitten starts crying again, tugging at his kitty cock too hard in desperation. Sam moves his hand away to keep him from hurting himself and spits a glob down onto the boys smooth cock and hairless little balls. He uses it as lube and starts working his baby boy into his second orgasm.

“Come for daddy and I'll give you my commies.”

“Oooooh, yes daddy! Pwease!” He twitches his thin hips and gasps, cheeks and tips of his human ears turning pink, tail coming around to brush against his little cock that's being rolled between his daddy's two fingers. The feel of the hair tickling him is enough and he shoots watery little spurts of kitten come onto himself. Sam lets go of his cocklet and grabs his hips hard enough to bruise, slamming into him three times roughly before stilling and filling him.

Even after he pulls out, there's a tiny bulge in his kitten's soft tummy from where he dumped his load. He plugs his hole, then scoops him up to carry him to the adjoining bathroom. After he cleans and dresses his boy again, the sleepy kitten looks up at him, rubbing at an eye.

“We go pawk now? ‘N ice cweam?”

Sam laughs, ruffling his boys pretty blonde curls. “Of course, buddy. Let's go.”

[theskintheywear]

Crooked House (2017)

I saw Crooked House the other night, the movie adaptation of the homonymous novel by Agatha Christie. And who doesn’t love Agatha Christie?

Crooked House is, in my opinion, one of her best books, but I’m afraid the movie doesn’t do it justice. Don’t get me wrong, it’s an okay movie *nhec...* but it had the potential to be a wonderful one.

It was initially announced in 2011 with a totally different cast and crew that included Matthew Goode, Gabriel Byrne, and Julie Andrews. It’s a shame they cast Max Irons instead of Goode. I understand they wanted the person playing Charles Hayward to bring a bit of innocence and naiveté to the role but I believe the result of using Irons is just a total snooze fest. Irons just seems to be lost instead of invested and inquiring as the part requires. If you have already seen The Terminal and The Riot Club then you know what I'm talking about. Nevertheless, the production aspect of the movie is gorgeous and that’s what I would like to focus on.

“Curious thing, rooms. Tell you quite a lot about the people who live in them.” ― Agatha Christie, Crooked House

This sentence was quite beautifully translated into the scenarios and costume design throughout the movie. The extensive Leonides mansion makes room for individual settings for each character, and each space perfectly reflects their personality and style. The decoration gives an almost theatrical aspect to the film that goes very well with most of Agatha Christie’s narrative style. The set transitions are quite forthright but it adds something to the mental process the viewer undertakes when watching a mystery murder film. Simon Bowles really achieved something beautiful here.  

So let’s start with Sophia and Charles and the events that take place in the autumn of 1947. When we first meet them in Charles’s office (that was built into an empty old art school in central London) Charles is wearing a sharp black suit with a rumpled shirt. That tiny detail sets the tone of the character and his workspace. Although the office tries to maintain an overall look of seriousness with the desk, color scheme and the presence of a secretary, it fails to do so with everything from the broken blinders to the fuzz-filled cardigan that Miss Ackroyd wears. 

Part of me wants that cardigan...the part of me that doesn’t know better. 

*Behold the fuzz!*

What bothers me most and it’s the only detail that I don’t quite get is Sophia. Her style is incoherent throughout the movie and I don't think it quite fits the character or the actress, Stefanie Martini. I can identify three distinct "Sophies" over the course of the film. Meeting-and-hiring-Charles-Sophie, Sophie-amongst-her-family, and going-out-Sophie. I can understand the fact that Sophie had a rather posh upbringing and she tends to dress more conservatively at home. This includes the use of higher necklines, lavish lace dresses for dinner and more ladylike jewelry. I also get that with her extensive travels and rebellious spirit she would mix dresses with leather jackets like she does when she goes dancing. However, the first outfit we see her in confuses me immensely. It made Stefanie Martini seem much older and she almost didn't pull it off. Maybe they were going for a look Sophie would choose if she wanted to be taken seriously after her grandfather died, but it doesn't quite click. It does not go with the image of a “refreshingly English” girl that Christie describes in the book.

I’m not gonna extend myself on a description of every single resident of the mansion but I do want to point out some aspects and characters of the film. Firstly, we have Magda, the mother of Sophie, Josephine, and Eustace. Her drawing room is grand, dramatic and artistic just like she is. Everything is thought to perfection from the click-clacking of an amazing pair of red stilettos to her Cleopatra style hairdo. When she’s at home we see her in flamboyant, almost stage worthy outfits, and when she goes out her beautifully adorned coats are complemented with headscarves worn for privacy like most recognized stars would do (even if she's not one of them). Even the use of kimonos at the breakfast table is very Madame Butterflyesque. *drama alert*

In a totally different style the apartment belonging to Roger and Clemency is also noteworthy and my absolute favorite - I love everything about it. The couple is eager to leave the mansion and its off-putting environment, and you can get a sense of that with the decor. Considering the typical British approach to style, the room is already reflecting the ideals of the 1950′s.  In contrast to the rest of the common spaces in the mansion, the apartment is mostly white, modern, pleasant and it almost serves as a safe haven for Clemency and Roger.  This, along with the various neatly arranged plants, demonstrates how science plays a role in Clemency’s personal taste (this being due to the fact she is a chemist specialized in plant toxicology). 

The other room that differs in everything from the common areas to the personal “apartments” is Brenda's drawing room, the young Leonides widow. Much like Brenda, the room represents the contrast between the structure of the English mansion and her showgirl style from Vegas. Also, considering the 40′s decor style, decoration from after the war brought back color, a variety of fabrics and a happy and inviting vibe. The pink, the photo over the mantel, the kitsch pillows and the fake flower arrangements go in perfect unison with Brenda's red hair, blue eyeshadow, and sultry voice. 

Regarding Brenda’s style, I’m afraid I was hoping for a little bit more “American showgirl look”, and we do get a bit of that with the dinner outfit. Nevertheless, I have to say that most of the costume design is pretty spot-on. Especially Aunt Edith, I quite like the snobbish English hunting look that she has and it suits Glenn Close perfectly. 

From Roger's London office to the tree house, Crooked House is an exercise in precision and has been done with an eye for detail, and when questioned about the process Simon Bowles’s answer reflects just that:

"I relish the start of a movie because I have to become as knowledgeable as possible on the details of the script. Depending on the genre I spend time searching through dusty books in specialist libraries, I meet with professors who specialise on the subject, I travel to the real locations that are scripted, I meet surviving families and friends, I put on cotton gloves to handle original 18th century architect plans, I meet with engineers to discuss the convention and restrictions of space travel, and so on. After absorbing all this factual research I then put it to one side and create our version of the reality, our version that will help take the audience visually to this other place, to be a visual feast, and most importantly help tell the story by working with the narrative.”

- Interview by Michelle Hannett, Dec. 2017, wearemoviegeeks.com

So if you are a fan of Christie’s work one might say that you have a fairly difficult decision to make. On one hand, the production is exquisite and it does bring to life the visual aspect of the story, but fair warning it is not up there with some adaptations like Evil Under the Sun, Death on the Nile or Murder on the Orient Express (the original one from 1974 of course). 

[masksandtruths]

Bless Your Heart-Part 1

A/N: This was written for @deanjensengirlmaggie’s strange pairings challenge. It’s my first attempt at fan fiction, and it got a little out of control, but I was having so much fun that I just decided to roll with it. Since I have to break it into two parts, I decided to steal another quote from her list of prompt choices and use one in each half. I really hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Language and some explicit content (sexy but not full blown smutty)

“Dude, what the hell are we doing here? I’m gonna to get carried off by these pterodactyls,” Dean complained as he doused himself in another layer of Off Deep Woods.

“Man, quit being a whimp. I can’t believe you are even complaining. We are somewhere tropical for a change. It’s not cold. It’s not the end of the world. Just a regular case in a beautiful country. If a few mosquitoes are the worst we have to deal with, I’ll take it,” Sam countered.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and all that shit. I get it, Sammy. Still don’t want to get Zika though.” Dean glanced around at his immediate surroundings and he had to admit, though he’d never say it out loud, Sam had a point. Belize was something else. Better than their normal gig, that was for sure. Waves beat against the reef that stretched under the crystal-clear water right off the coast of Ambergris Caye and a nice breeze carried the smell of salt right to the boys’ noses and almost made them forget why they even came. Maybe they could spend a few days and eat some salbutes, catch a few fish, and throw back a few beers with Eliazar and a couple other locals. 

 “Tell me again what E said about these missing fellas on the island,” Dean said at about the same time a tourist in a neon pink golf cart nearly plowed him down in the middle of Front Street.

“Hey watch it dickhead!” Sam shouted as he grabbed his stunned older brother by the elbow and dragged him the rest of the way across the road. “Okay, all E told me is that several men on the island have gone missing in the last week or so. They believe they found the remains of one of the guys but they don’t have the results back from the lab yet.”

“Well I mean, couldn’t a shark or a crocodile or something have eaten them? Are we sure that this is our thing? There’s a lot of shit on this island that could take a hunk out of a man’s ass. I’d much rather swig some local rum, and …” Dean’s voice trailed off as he got distracted by a bikini clad group of twenty somethings drunkenly strutting their way. Sam followed Dean’s gaze and slapped him in the chest with the back of his hand. “What?! I’m appreciating the scenery man!”

With a roll of his eyes, Sam answered, “Yeah well if you are done, I’ll answer your original question. It’s our thing, trust me. It’s Lobster Fest time. A lot of the vics are tourists. Bad for business, and E is worried. He said the one body they found had hundreds of holes all the way through it and looked like it had been something’s appetizer.”

Dean considered that info for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and said, “Okay, so where do we start?”

“The usual. Visit the morgue, talk to the police, see if he had any traveling buddies. We will have to start in the morning though. Everything is closed for the day,” Sam replied.

“Okay cool, then I’m fixing to go to town on one of these bacon wrapped hot dogs.”

“I mention dead, hole riddled bodies and you think of bacon?! You’ve got problems man.”

“No Sammy, you’ve got problems if you can smell that deliciousness and your mouth doesn’t water.” Dean held up two fingers to the lady behind the table, and she started preparing his meal as he looked on with pure happiness.

Sam shook his head and sat on one of the brightly colored concrete benches in the local park, knowing better than to come between his brother and whatever food he was fixing to shove down his throat. He watched as a few local kids played on a giant sculpture of a sea turtle in the middle of the area with the ocean rolling in the background and got so lost in thought that he jumped when a girl approached him to ask if he would take her picture with her friends. It took him a moment to realize they were the girls Dean had been eyeballing a few minutes earlier. “Sure thing. Glad to,” Sam answered as he took her phone and stood.

“Thanks. I really appreciate it. We’ve been laying out today and those dirty monkeys really got to us,” the tall, busty, short haired brunette replied. “It’s hard enough to get a good picture when you are sober, but it’s just too pretty here to not take the opportunity to document it, you know?”

“Yeah I do. Alright, just tell me when y’all are ready.” The girls shifted into position and nodded. “One, two…”

“Oh my god man you have to try this shit. This is the best damn hot dog I’ve ever put in my mouth,” Dean practically moaned as he approached with his mouth full of food. When he looked away from his food long enough to notice the girls, he quickly swallowed and attempted to recover some semblance of his cool guy attitude.

“Yeah well you should try a nasty monkey!” shouted the same girl that approached Sam about the picture.

“Umm, excuse me?” Dean asked as he looked toward Sam. Sam looked as confused as Dean knew he was and just shrugged his shoulders.

Another voice piped up then. “Good lord child, it’s a dirty banana. Not nasty monkey or dirty monkey…dirty banana…got it? I don’t know how many times we have to tell you.”

The first girl looked at the second and just blinked. Then she suddenly yelled, “Oh and don’t forget about panty rippers!” and thrust her fruity drink in the air.

Dean sidled up next to Sam and whispered, “Where the hell do they come up with these names? Panty ripper…really? If that doesn’t put all sorts of images in your head, I don’t know what will.”

“And you tell me I’m the one that doesn’t know how to have a good time. Now you are bitching about what the locals call their drinks?”

Dean put his hands up. “Nope, nope, not at all. Simply making an observation.”

“Damn it, Shel,” a third female voice swore laughingly. “You spilled your fucking panty ripper all over me, you hooker. Can we just take the stupid ass picture and leave these poor guys alone?”

“Oh yeah the picture! Definitely. Taylor, Y/N, come here!” the girl named “Shel” shouted. Dean finally got a good look at the third girl, the one with the sailor’s mouth, and when she smiled for the picture, he found himself smiling too. What the hell? He wiped his hand down his face to clear off the dumb ass look he knew must be on it. A freaking smitten horny teenager. In two seconds and with the flash of a smile, he was hooked. She was shorter than him by a good six inches, maybe more. Tan skin. Dark hair. Big brown eyes and dark long lashes. She was very fit but soft and curvy in all the right places and filling out that bikini top and those denim jeans shorts exactly the way he liked. Based on her build, accent, and ability to make her wonderfully colorful language still sound proper and sweet, he assumed she had to be from Texas or some other southern state.

Sam finished taking the picture and the girls walked over to approve of the photo. Once it earned their unanimous consent, Shel officially introduced herself and her friends to the boys. “I’m Shelby. This is Taylor and our chaperone here is Y/N. Are y’all just getting here? Don’t look too burnt yet.”

“Yeah. I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean. We are here for work actually but don’t start until the morning. We decided to do tourist thing for now.”

When Dean took Y/N’s hand in his, a buzz of excitement immediately ran through him. It was like electricity or some shit equally as corny. Her eyes widened slightly, his only hint there was a chance that she noticed too.

“Well lucky us. You came at the perfect time.“ Shelby took another pull off her Pantyripper. "Want us to show you some of the best bars on the island?”

Sam looked at Dean, who nodded, and then smiled and said a quick yes.

“Yay, okay we will hit Fido’s first.” Shelby grabbed his arm and they were off, Taylor following closely behind. Y/N was clearly the soberest of the bunch and paused and took a deep breath before loyalty and concern for her friends pushed her feet into motion.

Dean fell into step beside her and started the awkward small talk. “So where are yall from, Y/N?”

“Texas, can’t you tell?” she joked in an exaggerated southern drawl.

“I knew it. I knew you were from the south the instant you insulted your friend and made it sound like a compliment.”

Y/N laughed in agreement. “Yeah one of our specialties. Shel and I just give each other a hard time every chance we get. Hooker is a term of endearment to us.  If you are interested, I can teach you…show you my ways.”

Dean thought of all HIS ways he’d like to teach HER, but opted for a simple answer instead. “Well I never really cared much about concealing my insults, but sure, teach away, Miyagi.”

“You’ve probably heard this before, but it’s so true. Just say ‘bless your heart’ after it. ‘Like she’s dumber than a box of rocks, bless her heart’ or ‘he only lasted about 15 seconds in bed, bless his heart’. Works like a charm.”

Dean threw his head back and laughed, enjoying that she was already comfortable enough to joke with him like this. “I call bullshit. There’s no way you can insult a man’s stamina and make it sound good. Guess I’m glad I never have to worry about that one.” He winked at her then and saw a faint blush creep up her tan cheeks. To her credit, she never missed a beat.

Y/N just rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Oh geez Louise.  You are one of those guys.” Her voiced dripped with sarcasm and exaggerated disappointment. “I expected better from a country boy.“

“Alright fair enough. Forgive me darlin.” He clasped his hands together as he pleaded with her. She looked at him, making a show of considering her options and smiled and she huffed out an “I guess”. “Okay, for real, what makes you say I’m a country boy?”

She stopped and looked him up and down. “What? You mean besides the tan arms and pasty white legs?” Dean gave her an unamused look and she chuckled and continued, “Well you have a little drawl yourself. You say shit like ‘darlin’. You have bow legs. You have calluses on your hands. You are tall and look fairly…” She glanced over as she emphasized the word with a knowing smile, “fit. Plus, you do seem to have at least a few manners. Call it a lucky guess.”

“Ha well look who has me all figured out. I’m from Kansas actually. Work for the FBI so forgive me if I don’t get a whole lot of time to soak up any rays. I happen to think my pasty legs are sexy as hell though, just saying.”

Y/N glanced down before sighing as she said, “Awwww. Poor fella. You must be delusional, bless your heart.” He quickly shot her the bird, and she swatted at his upraised middle finger. He grabbed her wrist as she swung, and her laughter died as the air thickened with tension. He looked down at her and pulled her a step closer, acting on the connection he felt the moment he laid eyes on her. He could see her chest rising and falling more quickly now as she looked back into his green eyes. God, he’d wanted to do this since the second he saw her. He ran his other hand through her hair, tilting her head back slightly as he leaned down towards her waiting lips. He paused to make sure she was okay with what was about to happen.

”Kiss me,“ she whispered. And he obliged. As soon as his lips touched hers, he felt her relax into him. He was right; she felt it too. He let go of her wrist and cradled the side of her face in his large hand as he deepened the kiss. Shit, he was in over his head and he knew it the instant she slipped her tongue into his mouth. If her mouth tasted like this, he could only imagine how sweet other parts of her would taste.  She stepped into him even further and wrapped her arms around his back giving him chills as she ran her nails down his spine. She made a whining noise when he pulled away to catch his breath, but it turned into an excited squeal as he yanked her into the shadows of the alley they were passing and pinned her against the wall. She quickly stood on her tiptoes, threw her arms around the back of his neck and planted another searing kiss on his lips. As he dipped his tongue into her mouth this time she let out the sexiest moan he’d ever heard and caught himself damn near growling in response. And when she fisted her fingers in his short hair and nipped his bottom lip, his control finally snapped. He reached under the back of her muscular legs and lifted her, pushing her back against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed his damn near painfully hard erection between her legs and resumed his onslaught on her mouth.

“Fuck,” he growled, barely able to force himself to pull away from the kiss, “I’d give anything for us to be back at my room. I want to be inside you so bad it hurts.” He kissed her neck then. “Take care of you. Make you come every way I possibly can.” He kissed down to her collarbone. “Make you say my name over and over again until you are screaming it.” He moved one hand from underneath her leg long enough to pull down the left side of her bikini top and immediately suck her hardened nipple into his mouth.

“Holy shit, Dean,” she cried as she threw her head back in pleasure. “Just fuck me here please,” she begged. He looked up at her, his pupils blown wide with lust, his perfect mouth wrapped around that swollen bud, and gently nipped it in response. She moaned louder and squeezed him even tighter with her strong legs, but somehow he forced himself to stop. He brushed his lips across hers again and then pulled away just enough to break the connection and pant, “That’s the most tempting offer I’ve had in a good, long time sweetheart, but I’m gonna turn you down. I can already tell you that you deserve better than this. I want to take my time with you. Kiss…lick…taste every inch of your body before I bury myself in you. Sound like a deal?”

She was still breathing heavily as she replied, “Well hell yeah, it’s a deal. I mean as long as you guarantee to live up to your promise to last longer than fifteen seconds.” Y/N unlocked her legs from his hips, slid down his body and attempted to put herself back together after the hottest make-session of her life.

“Hell I don’t know. That was just the warmup, and I’m about ready to blow. This is going to be the worst case of blue balls in the history of blue balls,” he admitted as he resituated himself.

She chuckled and took a few steps back towards the street before looking over her shoulder at him with a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Bless your little pea picking heart,” she called mockingly before she took off into the night towards Fido’s.

“Yeah you go ahead and bless it, darlin',” he grumbled to himself before starting after her. “It’s already fucking yours anyway.”  

@ilostmyshoe-79 @kittenofdoomage @deanwinchester-smut @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @melissaj616 @winchesterprincessbride @unadulteratedstorycollector

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[behindheremeraldeyes]

SasuSaku Festival 2017 . Day 11- CEO x Assistant . Title: Chemical Reaction . Summary: AU- Sasuke is left alone to solve a formula for a new medicine, and is surprised when he finds out that he's got some company. . A/N: Okay, I think this will be the last fic I'll write for the SS Fest. There are still 3 themes to go, but there's also the SS Month coming up, and since you guys don't seem to be enjoying this very much, then I think I'll start the preparations so I don't take too long to finish like last year. Anyway, I tried to make something more realistic and light, and I hope you guys enjoy it! Please, tel me what you think, and have fun! . . . The numbers weren’t matching. He had tried every single math operation he knew, tried to balance the results and solve the equations, yet nothing seemed to work out. The light coming from that computer’s screen was starting to irritate his dark, tired eyes, and as he rested his hand over his mouth, the young businessman was starting to lose faith in himself.

It was already long past the time to go home, but Uchiha Sasuke decided not to leave his office until all the work was done. Necktie already forgotten, two buttons loosened and coat already hanging somewhere in his office, Sasuke struggled trying to finish his job before being allowed a good rest. As requested by his older brother, he needed to verify the formulas of a new medicine their company was developing, and even if he’d normally solve these kind of problems in a blink of an eye, that formula was just getting the best of him.

His head hurt like hell, the bags under his eyes were growing deeper and his breathing alternated from deep inhales to moments of pure relaxation. Sasuke had already lost count of the amount of coffee he had already drunk, and at that moment, as he stared at his empty mug, he knew he could not go on without that hot supply.

“ Screw this.” He scoffed, as he forcefully pushed himself up from his chair, ready to refill his mug. At that moment, he couldn’t care less if he had already had too much. He needed more coffee. He also needed to sleep, but work seemed to be more important than that.

The Uchiha made his way out of his office and down the hallway where the coffee machine was located. Sasuke could feel all his bones crackling and making sounds that didn’t seem to be natural at all, and a yawn escaped his lips as he scratched the back of his head. He searched for a coin inside his pockets, and as soon as he pressed the strongest option offered, the sound of the machine made his head hurt more until that delicious scent invaded his nostrils. Sasuke allowed it to tease his senses a bit before letting the hot beverage slip though his tongue and down his throat, enjoying the soothing sensation it eventually brought.

Coffee, as he had learned after being introduced to deadlines, was certainly his best, and probably only, company during such late, after-work hours. Most of the lights around were off, showing him that he was probably the one left to lock everything. For the first time, he was all alone in the empire his family had built, and he had never felt better at that place before.

He owned it. It was his and his alone.

Loneliness had never felt so comfortable, yet saddening before.

However, for the better or the worse, his loneliness didn’t last. As he finished his coffee, his eyes noticed, from afar, an illuminated table breaking the darkness of the office. At first, he thought that someone had probably forgotten to turn off the light before leaving, but just when he had made up his mind to walk up there, the one thing he was not expecting to see appeared right out of nowhere.

It was a foot. Two of them, covered by dark panty hose and appearing under the table he was looking at. His brows arched in confusion, as he was now approaching the table more carefully than before. The feet were childishly bouncing back and forth, clearly indicating that their shorty owner couldn’t reach the floor. Those were delicate feet. Women feet. And as soon as he crossed the wall that hid that person’s identity, the Uchiha was surprised by a messy and sleepy pink.

Their eyes widened as soon as they met, both adults left speechless at the unexpected presence. She had short, bright, pink hair that was messily tied up. Her clothes were wrinkled, her shoes tossed aside and there were many medical books opened around the table. A pencil was trapped between her rosy lips, and as those beautiful, emerald eyes kept glued to his dark ones, the Uchiha could feel his chest getting tighter.

Out of all people who could still be around, he had to be left alone with Haruno Sakura, one of the company’s assistants his brother had recently hired. Her unprofessional hair color and her strange work hours give out the idea of an irresponsible employee, and at first, he thought she was annoying with that silly smile always planted on her face. However, as the months passed, she proved herself to be indispensable for the company.

Sakura is smart, competent, and certainly, the most beautiful girl he has ever seen walking around that building— and outside of it.

And at that moment, he found himself all alone with her. Perhaps working that much had its perks.

“ Uchiha-san…?” She lifted her brows. " What are you doing here so late?”

“ Hn.” He cleared his throat. “ Working. Itachi left me responsible for the new formula.”

“ Oh… And how’s it going?”

“ Not good. That’s probably why that bastard left that for me.”

His comment made her chuckle, easing the awkward feeling their encounter had brought upon them. As his brother’s right arm, Sakura was more than used to the dynamic between the Uchiha siblings, and more than anyone, she knew how much love existed behind Sasuke’s words. They’re the perfect duo of the company, and if Itachi left him a tough assignment, it was because he knew his little brother could make it.

Even if, apparently, he was having a hard time.

“ I’m sure you’re gonna find the answer. Just try relaxing a bit and your brain will work better.”

“ Easier said than done.” He smirked, his attention brought down to her books. “ You seem to be having quite a hard task yourself, too, Sakura. Did my brother also asked you to do something impossible?”

“ Oh, you mean that because of the medical books?”

“ Aah.”

“ Ah- no… Your brother has nothing to do with this.” She smiled softly, tucking a pink strand behind her ear. “ I finished my quota already. Right now I’m just studying for my pharmacy test. The office is a much better place to study than my house.”

“ Oh, I see… And how’s med school going?”

“… Fine. Uchiha-san, are you really that bored about that task that you’re actually interested about my college life?” She smirked, knowing very well that he was not the talkative type. Even if he was the younger amongst them, Sasuke was definitely the grumpier one. For him, there was no point in initiating silly, small talks, and that was something that, according to his brother, would cause him to be single for the rest of his life.

Not that she agreed, though.

Sasuke is a very handsome man, and he’s also incredibly intelligent, bold and polite, even if she’s seen him behaving like a brat a couple of times when Naruto showed up uninvited. He’s quite popular among the girls around the office, and she knew the girl who captured his heart would be a lucky one.

He is an Uchiha, after all. Who wouldn’t want a piece of him?

“ Hn, touché.” He started, still smirking. “ Even tests seem to be more interesting than that formula.”

“ Oh, I bet they are… But honestly, you need a break. Not even all the girls from the marketing department would have enough foundation to cover your dark circles.”

“ Thank you for the compliment.”

She smiled, intertwining her fingers together and creating a bridge on her chin’s level. Apparently, an idea had crossed her mind, and since she was also in need of a break, the pinkette decided that it was the perfect chance for them to relax a bit. “ You need a drink.”

“ What?”

“ You need a drink.” She repeated, closing the book and turning to face him. “ And I’m not talking about coffee, since you’ve probably had enough of that already.”

“ Hn, And what do you suggest? I don’t think there’s any place open right now where we can go out for a drink.”

“ Oh… Who said anything about leaving?”

“ Uh?” He stared, confusion spread all over his face.

“ I’ll go get it and you find us two cups.”

“ …Hn.” Sasuke nodded, as his brain could not really make questions at that moment. " I think I have them in my office.”

“ Great. Meet you there, then. And don’t even think about going back to that computer.”

He smirked at her words, watching her stand up and stretch herself. She was still wearing the classical look of a white shirt and black skirt that she normally wore for work, but by that time, her clothes were all wrinkled. He noticed how her skirt was pulled up and the unbuttoned hole of her shirt exposed a small amount of skin that was already making his heart beat faster. At that moment, he realized that however they had ended up in that situation, he was not going to complain at all. Perhaps, he did need a break. They both did. And even if drinking around the office wasn’t really allowed, they were decided to ignore that rule.

It was not like they were on their working hours, after all.

“ Sakura.”

“ Uh? What is it?”

“ Itachi asked you to stay over, didn’t he?”

She grinned, biting her lower lip. That brother of his… “ I’m not paid to babysit you.”

“Hn. You would be terrible at it.”

And after his tease, Sasuke walked back into his office, finding the mugs Naruto had given him the other day. His best friend who worked in the social department had this thing for mugs, and giving some to the Uchiha was the perfect excuse to feed his weird fetish.

That idiot, he thought. He certainly couldn’t believe those mugs were actually going to help him.

By the time he placed the ceramic cups on his table, his eyes captured her pink figure walking in through the door. She was still not wearing shoes and her hair was still a mess, but this time, she simply looked beautiful as she held that bottle of wine in her hands.

Apparently, that girl had her tricks.

“ So you had a bottle of wine?”

“ Just because you own the company, it doesn’t mean you know everything that happens around here.”

"Fair enough.”

She stopped next to him, her scent invading his nostrils and leaving him a bit shaken. With her delicate finger, she pulled the wine cork, making its characteristic sound before she started pouring some of it into their mugs. Carefully, she placed the bottle on his table and there was a smile on their lips, as she offered him that fancy mug so they could make a toast and drink that cheap wine the secretaries had stocked in their lockers. It was probably something that his parents would’ve never expected to see him drinking, however, he had never tasted a better wine before, as her emerald eyes remained on him while she took a sip of the beverage.

What an amazing way to distract his mind from work, he thought.

“ Honestly, I didn’t know I needed this.”

“ We always need wine.” She teased. “ We deserve it after such a long day of work. Besides, it’s healthy and prevents a lot of diseases.”

“ I thought we were supposed to forget about work and college.”

“ Right. I’m sorry, Uchiha-sa-“

“ Sasuke.”

“ Eh?”

" Just Sasuke. We’re drinking in a work place. You don’t have to be formal or anything.”

“ Oh…” She smiled, feeling her cheeks getting warmer. What a gentleman, she thought. “ Okay, Sasuke.”

The way his name rolled out of her tongue made his heart skip a beat, and before he knew it, his lips were curling up in a soft smile. They stared at each other for a while in a comfortable silence, every now and then tasting their wine. Soon, though, she started walking around, as her eyes wandered around his office, paying particular attention to the pics that decorated the place. There was one of his family that was the same as the one at Itachi’s office, and another where his older brother was giving him a piggyback ride. Seeing that pic made her chuckle in pure contentment, causing him to feel a bit embarrassed but also a bit nostalgic inside. Those were great times, indeed. Before their parents’ tragical death and before the entire world fell on their shoulders.

Before, things were simple. Innocent.

And now, even if he has his brother around, things are a lot more complicated, for sure.

Being an adult sucks, he thought.

But it certainly has its perks.

“ Who would’ve thought that a boy like that would grow up to understand these things?”

Her voice brought him back from memory lane, and before he knew it, she was already sitting in his chair, staring at the formula that had taken his peace away. Sakura’s eyes were shining even brighter due to the computer’s light, and instinctively, he was drawn to her. Even if he had told her he was not going to check that formula, it ended up being impossible with her there.

“Hn.” He approached the chair from behind, leaning forward so he could take a better look at the screen. His scent and his heat were now reaching her, and for the first time, his proximity left her nervous. She swallowed dry, bitting her lower lip as she felt herself trapped in between the desk and his body. “ Normally, these things aren’t that complicated…”

“A-And what has made this one so difficult?”

“ I don’t understand what the amount of this component can do to the human body. I’m trying to lower the concentrations so the side effects can be less troublesome.”

“Uhm… But isn’t it a steroidal anti inflammatory?”

“ Yeah, but-“

“ I’m not really into chemistry, but…” She picked a pen and a white paper where she could, apparently, scribble some things. “ The physiology behind this kind of thing isn’t that complicated. Its main use is as an inhibitory of the immune system. Like, it will prevent the whole response of the immune cells. And with it, the body will expel more ions, such as potassium and calcium. So if you need to add more of these to balance the equation, there won’t be major consequences.”

His eyes widened for a moment and he was left completely speechless because of her knowledge. Even if he couldn’t understand everything that left her lips, the solution for his problems was there, now that he knew exactly how he could manipulate the formula.

He knew she was going to be a medic, so why on earth didn’t he think about that before?!

Now, as he looked at his computer’s screen, a whole world of possibilities seemed to be unfolding in front of him. He knew exactly what to do to proceed, and to make an even better medicine now that she was there by his side.

Haruno Sakura had basically just done his job for him. She had solved the puzzle, and even if it hurt his pride a bit, Sasuke couldn’t care less. She’s amazing. She’s beautiful, smart and funny, and twice that night, she had saved his life.

And maybe it was the wine or maybe it was just because he was too excited, but the Uchiha didn’t think twice before spinning the chair so she could face him, and before the pinkette could even react, his lips were already pressed against hers. It was a chaste kiss that caught her by surprise, but it was certainly more than welcomed by her heart.

His lips were soft, gentle and innocent, and when her eyes slipped shut, she could feel his dark locks tickling her nose and cheeks. The chair didn’t move, for his arms were still strongly holding it in place, and even if the whole thing didn’t last more than 15 seconds, it felt like an eternity.

Sakura liked him. And after that kiss, she thought he liked her too.

Oh, and if not for that stupid deadline, he was definitely going to confirm her thoughts.

“ Thank you. Damn it, Thank you.”

“Y-You’re welcome, I think…” She watched as his cheeks grew redder as he realized what had just happened, and before she knew it, his beautiful, dark eyes were already embarrassedly adverting her owns.

“I-I’m sorry… I didn’t. I—. Hn.” Her heart was beating faster, and as soon as she realized she had just left Uchiha Sasuke speechless, a soft smile showed up on her lips.

Itachi was definitely right. His little brother really can’t tell when a girl is into him.

One day, perhaps, she might try showing that to him.

One day…

“ I-It’s okay… Can I help you with anything else, Sasuke?”

“ What?!”

“ With the formula, of course.” She rushed, waving her hands in front of her face, blushing in the process.

“Oh… Let’s see…”

And so, they went on all night like the nerds they are. She explained him the effects of the substances and he took care of the calculus that would be necessary for the whole thing to work out. With both his chemical knowledge and her medical one, they formed a perfect duo. They worked with excitement and passion for the creation of something that would make lives better, and that was the kind of commitment that people lacked nowadays.

They’re working to make the difference.

They’re working to make a change.

Through the night, both of the young adults managed to make tons of beneficial changes in the original formula he had received. Unexpectedly, they didn’t drink much that night in order not to make any mistakes, and it was only after the clock was hitting 2 am that the girl started to surrender to her exhaustion from that long day. She was practically sleeping on his chair, and he knew it wouldn’t be fair to expect anything else from her.

Sakura had done more than enough already.

It would only be fair if he let her rest.

“ Sakura.” He said, softly, in order to wake her up.

“ Uh? Oh… Sorry, Sasuke… I feel asleep. What time is it, anyway?”

“ Don’t worry. It's pretty late already.”

“ Okay… Where were we?” She said, yawning and trying to return to wherever they had stopped.

“ Tch, you can’t go on anymore.”

“ Of course I can!”

“Stop being stubborn. Go rest a little. You’ve helped me a lot and it’s almost finished, either way.”

“ Oh, so you don’t need me anymore?”

“ Of course I do, but… Hn, it’s just that you’ve helped me enough already for today.” He pouted, feeling his own words making his cheeks turn red.

“ …I’m glad I could help, then.” She smiled, still sleepy. “I'll call an Uber then and-“

“ Tch, as if I’d let you get an Uber home.”

“ What?”

" Go lay on the couch and when I finish I’ll drive you home.”

“ You don’t really have to worry about me. I’ll be fine.”

“ Sakura… Don’t make me say it twice. I’m taking you home. End of story. Now go to sleep.”

The seriousness in his voice and the feelings behind it made her heart settle. Even if she really is a stubborn girl, Sakura knew arguing with Sasuke was of no use, for he is worse than her when it comes to receiving orders.

Fighting over that would be useless, she thought. Besides, when would she ever have a good excuse to sleep on his couch again?

Letting out a defeated sigh, the pinkette stood up and walked towards the couch that was located near the huge window. The lights of the city below illuminated empty streets, and she could feel a certain peace coming from it as she finally laid her head down on the leather upholstery. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sound of his breathing from afar, and before she knew it, her consciousness faded in a well-deserved slumber. She knew it wouldn’t take long until he woke her up, however, waking up to see Uchiha Sasuke right in front of her didn’t seem that bad.

She certainly couldn’t wait until her eyes opened again.

As her feet started to get warmer, Sakura could feel herself slowly waking up. She could feel her legs stretching and her heart was beating slowly faster, just like it normally does every morning. Her muscles felt incredibly relaxed, and she knew there was a smile playing on her lips as the sunlight bathed her cheeks. She could feel her body slowly responding to the soft awakening call of her system’s natural functions, and she couldn’t remember the last time waking up had felt so good.

It was all so pure, innocent and-

Her muscles suddenly froze. Her heart skipped a beat and she stopped breathing at the strange, warm feeling brushing against her belly.

Those were fingers, she thought. Long, slender and soft, all the five of them were there, and they were moving around, brushing her belly button and slipping through her skirt-

“ Ahh!”

Her scream echoed, and in a single move, she freed herself from that hand. Her body, eventually, fell on the floor, and that was the moment when she finally opened her emerald eyes to see the stranger that had been crazy enough to invade her house and slip into her room.

Just that… She was not in her room.

“ What…?”

And Sasuke was certainly no stranger.

“ Damn it… What the hell are you doing on the floor, Sakura?”

The sound of his sleepy, heavy voice made her eyes widen and all the words disappeared from her mind. Heart beating faster and mouth agape, the pinkette had no idea of what was going on anymore. She remembered falling asleep on his couch, but he was supposed to have taken her home after that.

He was supposed to have taken her home safely, and not-

“ Oh fuck…” Her cheeks grew redder as she placed both of her hands over her mouth. Her eyes were on him, watching as he sat up and scratched his head. A yawn escaped his lips, and when he finally looked at her, a blank expression took over his face.

“ What’s wrong?”

“Did we…?”

“Uh?” He knitted his brows, still not understanding her reaction.

“ Sasuke.” She said, strongly. “ Did we… have sex?”

It took him just a couple of seconds to change the expression of his face. What was calm and serene was suddenly turned into a deeply embarrassed one.

“Of course not! What kind of man do you think I am!?

His cheeks looked like tomatoes, his chest— which she could see thanks to his barely buttoned shirt— was also growing red and she could swear he looked like a child at that moment. From his reaction, she could truly tell nothing had happened between them the night before, and even if she did feel something for him, Sakura was glad o know they had kept their pants up all night. Uchiha Sasuke is a gentleman, after all. And the biggest proof of that was his flustered face that kept growing redder— If that was even possible.

It was kinda cute, if she were to be honest.

A relieved sigh escaped her lips, and instinctively, she ran a hand through her hair. Once both of them calmed down, the pinkette finally decided to look at him in search of answers. Even if nothing like that had happened, something must have happened for them to have literally slept together.

“ What happened after I went to sleep?”

“ Tch… I finished the whole thing, and when I went to wake you up-“

His thoughts betrayed him, and suddenly, he realized he couldn’t simply tell her the truth. He couldn’t tell her that he looked at her beautiful, sleeping form and just decided to lay next to her.

That would certainly sound strange, he thought.

And he didn’t need her to think he was that kind of man.

“ You went to wake me up, and then what, Sasuke?” Her emerald eyes were curiously looking at him, and suddenly, he found himself not exactly knowing what to tell her.

“ After that, I… I… Hn. After that I sat next to you and I must’ve fallen asleep. I-I’m sorry.”

“ Oh, no… I-It was not your fault.” She started, nervously. “ You were tired, so it was even better not to take the car, I guess.”

“… I guess.”

“Yeah…”

An awkward silence was left in that room, none of them actually looking at the other. The Uchiha was pouting and she was playing with a strand of her hair, trying to make her heart calm down. Sakura was trying to control her own breathing, and when she finally managed to do so, her eyes found the clock resting on his table, only to lose control all over again.

Crap.

“ Oh, shit!” She stood up quickly, uselessly trying her best to recompose herself. She was a mess, and the only thing that would be able to make her look at least presentable would be a bath.

And apparently, she had no time for that.

“What happened?”

“ I’m late. My first class starts in 20 minutes and there’s no way I’m gonna make it to the train.”

“ Hn, I’ll drop you there.”

“ You told me the same thing last night, Sasuke. And look at where we are now.”

“ Tch, it’s different. I mean it right now.”

“ Oh, so you weren’t going to take me home last night?”

“ What- no, I mean, yes! Tch, I’m not that kind of man!”

“ I didn’t take you as a cuddler either, but I was wrong.”

“ I‘m not a cuddler.”

“ Yes you are. Do I need to remind you where your hand was when I woke up?”

“ Tch, you’re annoying.”

“ Eh!?”

“ Do you want a ride or not?”

As she watched him stand up, Sakura felt her cheeks growing warm again. Uchiha Sasuke was simply gorgeous when he woke up, and anyone in her place would’ve reacted just the same. Even if she was late and even if people would give her strange looks when she got to college, nothing else mattered after seeing such thing first thing in the morning.

They had done something good together, she knew it. They had created something a lot bigger than them, and she was not only talking about the new anti inflammatory.

Something had started that night.

Babysitting him had, indeed, been worth it, she thought.

And at that moment, as he was putting on his shoes and looking at her with his car keys in hands, Sakura just knew she couldn’t say no to him. Not after everything they did last night.

He really is an amazing boss, she thought.

“ Okay… But we have a lot to talk about on the way.”

“ Like what?”

“ Like… Am I getting a promotion?”

“What for?”

“ Well, technically, I’ve just slept with my boss, so…”

“ Tch, go after your shoes already.”

[seokjingiggles]

Stares Pt. 2

genre: angst, fluff

member: taehyung (but the others show up)

words: 2029

What happens when a member, specifically, your boyfriend, gets kicked out of the group? Four days later, you find out if Taehyung will ever get to sing with the boys again.

part one

tysm for requesting a part two! I had a lot of fun making this so please enjoy! xx

It was four days after Taehyung had heard the catastrophic news about his dismissal from the group and there still was no update on the final ultimatum from the company. You decided to take the week off from work to stay with your boyfriend. You needed this as much as he did. Each ticking moment unbriefed of Taehyung’s fate felt like you were being drowned, and regardless of how hard you tried to swim up, or how much you trashed your arms and legs about, your body refused to move an inch closer to the surface of the dark water.

The past four days were spent in fear and suspense. A chance still remained that Taehyung would remain in the group with the boys. You had to hold on to that sliver of hope. The two of you always kept a phone at arm’s reach; waiting for BigHit to call and get this shit show over with. Every morning you would wake up either in Tae’s arms or with him snuggled up against you so close that your noses touched. This morning, the latter was being performed. You opened your eyes and proceeded to analyze his soft cheeks, slightly parted pink lips, and long eyelashes. He was breathing at a slow pace and you could feel the warmth of his body under the insulating covers of the bed. His honey-brown hair was ruffled and messy yet seemed so perfectly styled, even in his slumber. He was a literal angel. A glowing, upbeat angel that didn’t deserve any of this. He worked his ass off every day and always had a beaming grin on his face. As you scanned his features, you noticed the tear stains on his cheeks. Your heart did the thing where it felt like it was breaking again. It was breaking a lot recently. You tried to wipe the tears away and he stirred in his sleep. Yawning, he opened his puffy eyes and held your hands to his face. He kissed each of your fingertips and ran his fingers through your tangled hair. It started to get toasty under the covers and your stomach rumbled. You both awoke from the fluffy trance you were in and sat up on the bed. Slipping into your robe, you shuffled your way from the bedroom into the kitchen. The floor tiles were chilly against your bare feet. You never wore socks to bed as Taehyung’s mom always preached that wearing socks to bed made you shorter. You proceeded to brew coffee and turn on the stove to make waffles. Taehyung trudged inside the kitchen and hugged you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist. He burrowed his head into the crook of your neck and groggily said, “goooood mornnnning, kitten.” You turned around to kiss him on the forehead and sent him away to sit on a bar stool by the kitchen island.

“Helloooo angel! Did you rest well last night? It was kind of chilly,” you said as you returned to assembling breakfast. It came to your attention that being cheerful usually helped to put him in a brighter mood.

“I slept better last night. I only woke up twice but seeing you snoozing so adorably beside me put me right back to sleep.”

God, you could’ve just “adorably” squeezed him to death right now. He was always the mushiest in the morning.

You brought the golden waffles and steaming coffee over to the island and Taehyung went to the pantry to get syrup. He padded back and squirted an excessive amount of syrup on his waffles until they were practically soaked in the sweet nectar. You took the bottle and poured some syrup (substantially less) on your own waffles and sipped your coffee. You stayed silent for a few minutes while devouring breakfast. When both plates were licked clean, Taehyung hastily grabbed your hands and smacked them against your forehead.

“You feel warm again today, right? I think you should take another sick day from work. Stay with me! We can watch movies and have snacks and play games...I promise I won’t cheat at Uno this time!” he exclaimed with rounded eyes. Surprisingly, for being in such a situation, Taehyung was taking the whole “you’re fired for no reason” thing like a champ.

“Hm...I don’t know...I feel a lot better. Maybe I should just leave you alone for the day. You’re probably sick and tired of seeing my old face every day,” you teased. You both knew you weren’t actually sick; your company was just really strict about off days and faking pneumonia was your only excuse to be absent for a week.

“C’mon! Let’s stay in our pj’s again and have a pillow fight! I’ll go get the pillows!” Taehyung scurried off into your room. It was starting to get really alarming how cheerful he had become. You guessed it was because he wasn’t used to having this much free time. And hysteria. Definitely hysteria.

You washed the dishes and went to the bathroom to brush your teeth. You expected Taehyung to be right outside the door, ready to whack you in the face with a feathery pillow. However, his spontaneous ass wasn’t outside. It wasn’t in the kitchen, living room, or dining room either. You crept into the bedroom and found him lying on the bed again. He was covering his face and his shoulders were shaking.

He was crying.

You rushed in and sat down on your knees next to his side of the bed. Lately, he would have bursts of exhilaration and then would end up like this. It was as if his excited puppy side was aching to be free but the overcasting clouds of worry and hopelessness would make him cave in. You hated seeing him like this. If you could take his place you would in a heartbeat. Nevertheless, you couldn’t. The best you could do was help pull him out of this shit. Sitting by his side, you stroked his hair and attempted to turn him over to face you.

“Taehyungie, it’s okay. I know I’ve told you this about a thousand times and I know it’s not okay but it’s still okay. BigHit still loves you, your family stills loves you, your fans still love you, your friends still love you, I still love you. The clouds will clear and everything will go back to normal. Even though they weren’t supposed to, the boys told the fans about the situation and people from across the world are fighting to get you back. Nobody wants to see you go, babe. Just give it a few days and they’ll realize they regretted putting you through all this and you’ll be back to being the silly and weird sweetheart that you are. In the meantime, please don’t cry anymore. You’ll make me cry and then we’ll just be a crying couple with empty tissue boxes everywhere. We’ll have to start using toilet paper to wipe our tears! I forgot to buy two-ply so have fun rubbing your face with sandpaper!”

Taehyung groaned and turned to face you. “I love how you always end up talking about something entirely off-topic when you try to cheer me up.”

“Hey, if you want me to go get two-ply right now I can, but I’d rather stay with you and cuddle,” you said with pouted lips as you crossed your arms.

“Okay. Good idea. Let’s cuddle!” Taehyung sat up and opened his arms inviting you in for what appeared to be a very strong (maybe even on the verge of crushing) bear hug.

The two of you sat bundled together for a solid ten minutes until the doorbell rang.

Neither of you wanted to move from your positions but after two more urgent rings, you let go of each other and headed towards the entrance.

You peered into the peephole and could only see a black hat and five other heads. Taehyung clung to your arm as you gave him an encouraging smile and opened the door.

“TAE! Y/N! YOU’RE IN! YOU’RE IN! WELCOME BACK!” shrieked Hoseok as he jumped up and down.

“Hoseeeoookk! We were supposed to say that after we got in the house and let them sit down,” whined Namjoon.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it! I wanted to see their reactions right away! They deserve to find out immediately after all these days, right?”

Taehyung and you watched the scene wide-eyed. You were merely expecting a phone call later in the week, if anything. Your boyfriend pinched your arm out of instinct to assure himself (and yourself) that this really was reality.

“So, uhh, you gonna let us in or should we just stand here and freeze our asses off?” questioned Yoongi.

You snapped out of the daze and smiled. “Oh oops, sorry about that, come in!”

Taehyung was back with the boys!

The six boys, rosy-cheeked from standing in the cold, ushered themselves into your home and took off their coats. You looked at Taehyung and no longer saw the sad boy that had been uninvitedly sulking with you for the past week. The color returned to his cheeks and his eyes crinkled because he was smiling. That goddamn boxy grin was back, but this time, even bigger. He was grinning from ear to ear and tears were collecting on his waterline. You were so entranced by his glimmering state that you didn’t realize he had moved to kiss you until his warm lips were already on yours. The passionate kiss made you cry and he started to weep, too. You could taste the salty mix of your tears as they ran down both of your cheeks. He clutched your arms and you cupped his cheeks and the kiss didn’t stop and neither did the tears. Your heart swelled with joy and you couldn’t contain your emotions. You forgot about the six men awkwardly staring at the two people intensely kissing until Seokjin groaned, “aishhhh! Guys c’mon! Please do this later! We came as soon as we found out and we wanted to celebrate with you! Not watch you two eat each other alive!” Jungkook and Jimin snickered at the comment and Taehyung pulled away from you but kept his hands on your arms.

Seokjin patted Taehyung on the back and you all ended up having a hug fest in the hallway of your home.

“How come they decided to not pick the other guy?” Taehyung asked as he intertwined his hand with yours.

“Well, let’s just say we all teamed up and threatened to quit if they didn’t bring you back,” Namjoon replied.

“Really? Fuck, you guys are the best. I’m eternally thankful for you guys and I’m so happy to be able to share this experience of a lifetime with all of you.”

“Let’s have dinner together tonight! I can cook us a feast and then we can go out and see a movie or something!” you proposed excitedly.

“I’m down! Let me help you cook! There are a few recipes I’d like to try on the boys.” Seokjin offered menacingly.

“Pleeeease don’t tell me you’re gonna force us to eat anchovy and spinach soup. I’m sorry for stealing your sweater the other day but don’t punish me like that for it!” Jungkook pleaded.

Seokjin snickered and headed to the kitchen. The other boys sat in the living room while Taehyung lingered behind.

“Y/N, what would I have done without you? I honestly thought I was gonna die from sadness, but my angel saved me every day. I’ll never be able to tell you how much you mean to me. Please stay with me for the rest of my life. I wanna see your face before I sleep every night. I wanna hold your hand and play with your hair until I take my last breath. I wanna stare at you in the morning and keep staring until you wake up and stare at me back. I want every moment with you to last forever. I love you.”

And with that, you knew you wanted him to be yours forever, too.

sorry omg that was so cheesy :III I was thinking of writing an alternate ending but I was feeling pretty mushy today.

thank you for reading! I’m open to any requests and I will work hard to make my stories worth your time. :)

[meepface]

i’m in a mood and i’m bored please ignore

1: Name 

elyse

2: Age

20

3: 3 Fears

settling for less than i deserve or for something i don’t want just because happiness seems too hard or would hurt someone, the ocean, scorpions

4: 3 things I love

making people laugh, holding hands w my girlfriend and walking past another gay couple or someone in a LGBTQ+ related shirt n smilin at each other, when dogs have the lil tiny stump tails and they wag em so fast, when candles smell like christmas

5: 4 turns on

freckles, ambition/drive/passion for something, humility, uhhh also eye contact during sex can also be super hot

6: 4 turns off

apathy, moodiness, arrogance, people who are extremely loud all the time

7: My best friend

i have two and they’re great!! one leaves for japan in two days though and she’ll be gone for a month so that highkey sucks for me but she’s gonna have a blast. n my other best friend is so good to me she always takes care of me n listens to me and the other day she bought me alcohol so that was nice

8: Sexual orientation

bisexual but maybe just gay? idk i would date a boy but prolly wouldn’t fuck a boy ya know but i’d do both with a girl so who knows

9: My best date

this question originally said “my best first date” but most of em have been goin to movies and so i changed it bc my best date just in general was probably when my gf and i went and ate at our favorite place to eat n then we banged in her car in a department store parking lot and then afterwards she was like “wait nobody’s at my house i’m sneakin u over” bc her mom can be a lil weird about me going to her house so i never really do and i had never seen her room so she snuck me over to her house n we cuddled on her bed n she showed me this shoebox she has in her room with every tiny lil gift i’d ever given her in it and it made me cry a little. another nice date was when it was flooding at our university and so they canceled classes and we went to walgreens and bought shirts bc ours were soaked from the rain and i bought socks bc my socks got Wet bc i stepped in a puddle and we just stayed in my car and ate candy in our comfy clothes waitin for the rain to let up and yeah TMI ahead but basically she ended up eating me out for the first time so that was nice lol

10: How tall am I

5′7

11: What do I miss

i dunno i already miss my best friend Kate even tho she doesn’t leave for Japan until Wednesday morning. also i kinda miss how things were before this year bc my life was less chaotic and stressful and sad last year and now i’m in a rut a lil bit

12: What time was I born

uhh 11:30 somethin AM

13: Favorite color

i like cerulean which is sorta like a teal blue and then yellow and then brown and then dark green

14: Do I have a crush

ya i have a gf

15: Favorite quote

“if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely”

16: Favorite place

i like to be in my bedroom a lot but there’s also this roof i go to with friends a lot that’s really nice at night and i have so many memories there. it’s a really happy place for me

17: Favorite food

i like japanese food but not the seafood kind

18: Do I use sarcasm

no never

19: What am I listening to right now

praying // kesha

20: First thing I notice in new person

i guess just their general vibe

22: Eye color

very green but they were blue for a good half of my life which is kinda weird bc they’re so green now lmao

23: Hair color

red lmao

24: Favorite style of clothing

idk i go through a million styles in a week but my fave is just a cute oversized shirt n leggings bc it’s comfy and effortless

25: Ever done a prank call?

oh yeah i used to do a ton, i even used to have a character that i’d prank call people with actually. her name was Sonya and she sold breast enhancement cream

27: Meaning behind my URL

that’s actually a secret lmao

28: Favorite movie

the secret life of walter mitty

29: Favorite song

uhh idk but lately i’ve loved do re mi by blackbear 

30: Favorite band

twenty one pilots (can i make it any more obvious that i hate myself), two door cinema club, of monsters and men, the 1975, the wonder years

31: How I feel right now

generally okay?? today was a nice day but i’ve felt sorta sick all day and i haven’t been sleeping enough so that’s making me a big ol emotional baby so i feel like i could have a breakdown at any given minute but for the most part i am good tonight

32: Someone I love

my girlfriend

33: My current relationship status

taken

34: My relationship with my parents

oh i love em to death but sometimes they’re difficult n the two of em weren’t meant to be together honestly so i think they’d be better off n a lot less stressful to be around if they divorced but it’s okay maybe they will work it out

35: Favorite holiday

christmas eve. it’s so much better than christmas day!!!! 

36:Tattoos and piercing i have

i have a sun and moon tattoo on each wrist and the word “lovely” on my left bicep and i’m gonna get more but that’s all for now. n i have three piercings, one on one ear and two on the other. i was supposed to have two on both ears but one got infected and i didn’t know what to do so i took the piercing out and it fucked it up and it closed up so i gotta go get it repierced someday but that’s annoying so i just haven’t bothered yet

37: Tattoos and piercing i want

don’t want anymore piercings after i get that one redone tbh. but i want a pine tree tattoo i think on my ankle and a equals sign tattoo but idk where yet and lil mountains on my shoulders, also a sunflower maybe ??? i’m still tryna figure our which one i wanna get next and where. i also have been thinkin about maaaaaaybe getting the female symbol on my middle finger but idk if i want a hand tattoo ya know

38: The reason I joined Tumblr

i really liked this youtuber charlieissocoollike and he did a video about tumblr so i was like ok cool and made one but then i didn’t understand it and never used it and then caitlin one day was talking about tumblr with our friends oliver and jennica and i was like dang i wanna be cool like them so i started using it again and i found their blogs and stalked em for a while 

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?

not hate but i’d never speak to him again. doubt he hates me tho

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?

yeah from my gf

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?

yes

42: When did I last hold hands?

today

43:How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?

if i’m trying to look nice 45 mins-1 hour and if i’m not trying to look nice like 20-30 mins

44:Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?

no but i need to lmao they a lil prickly

45: Where am I right now?

my bed and i am so happy to be here 

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?

my gf would be there 100%, if not her then i’d say my friend Stein but she’d prolly be more fucked up honestly. my friend Kate would be there too

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?

louuuuuud unless i’m in a weird sad mood then i like it real soft

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?

yeah but hopefully i’ll get my fucking act together and move out within a year but i’m still kinda figuring everything out for the time being

49: Am I excited for anything?

idk honestly i have nothing to look forward to coming up anytime soon so that sucks a lot. probably my best friend’s 21st which i think is in a few weeks?? and this music fest a good friend and i are going to at the end of this month

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?

yeah my good pal Joe and also my brother and my friend Brendon too but him and i haven’t talked in a while so :/

51: How often do I wear a fake smile?

this is emo as shit

52: When was the last time I hugged someone?

today i hugged like four people!!!

53:What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?

i’d be so upset and i’d break up with her and be miserable for a long while after that

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?

yeah there’s one

55: What is something I disliked about today?

uhh probably that i was feelin sick and on edge just generally all day. bc it was really puttin a damper on my mood

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

i’d really love to meet Ellen Degeneres

57: What do I think about most?

prolly about how i am a useless dum dum and not to sound edgggyy but i question like....... my purpose too often lately 

58: What’s my strangest talent?

talent? i don’t know her

59: Do I have any strange phobias?

i’m terrified of being vomited on. not vomit in general necessarily but it getting on me is one of the most disgusting things to me lol

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

lil bit of both but i’m better at the behind the camera stuff

61: What was the last lie I told?

told my grandma i was single bc i don’t wanna tell her i am gay n have a girlfriend even though she’d forget in like two minutes lol

62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

video chatting but i’m not a big fan of either

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

yes and yes!!!!!!!!!

64: Do I believe in magic?

no

65: Do I believe in luck?

sure

66: What’s the weather like right now?

2 hot

67: What was the last book I’ve read?

milk and honey by rupi kaur

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?

tbh i love it

69: Do I have any nicknames?

elly, gaylord, dad, that one ginger

70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?

probably the one time i fell off my razor scooter while goin speedy down a hill and tryna show off and got scars all over my body

71: Do I spend money or save it?

been tryna save but put me in an h&m or a forever 21 or a thrift shop and it’s all gone. i love clothes that are inexpensive 

72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue?

no

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me?

yeah i have an empty victoria’s secret bag on my desk

74: Favorite animal?

i like bunnies and grizzly bears

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?

talking to my gf and crying probably lol it was a rough night

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?

oooooo i could make a petty joke here but i won’t

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?

greek tragedy // the wombats

78: How can you win my heart?

make time for me and show me i’m important to you

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?

“u know she dead”

80: What is my favorite word?

serendipity

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?

i’d probably just start crying and everyone would stop listening

83: Do I have any relatives in jail?

yeah one of my cousins murdered someone lol i am pretty sure he’s in jail but i don’t know anything about him or if he’s even still alive honestly

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

idk i’m pretty open

86: What is my current desktop picture?

some mountains lol it’s one of the Apple preset ones

87: Had sex?

yeah

88: Bought condoms?

yeah 

89: Gotten pregnant?

no

90: Failed a class?

nearly but no

91:Kissed a boy?

nah i’ve never wanted to really 

92: Kissed a girl?

yeah

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?

yeah

94: Had job?

yep i work at a froyo shop

95: Left the house without my wallet?

yeah

96: Bullied someone on the internet?

probably at some point when i was young but not anytime recently

97: Had sex in public?

yeah lol

98: Played on a sports team?

i was on a soccer team for a while as a kid and i hated it

99: Smoked weed?

not yet but i’d like to try it at least one time someday

100: Did drugs?

no and i am not interested in trying any other drugs besides weed

101: Smoked cigarettes?

no

102: Drank alcohol?

yes

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?

nah

104: Been overweight?

no

105:Been underweight?

for most of my life i have been lol and i finally got to a healthy weight and now i’m back to being underweight

106: Been to a wedding?

yeah a few

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?

yeah

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?

yeah but not any time recently bc i don’t have the motivation/attention span to sit through a movie or TV show anymore

109: Been outside my home country?

no but i’d really like to 

110: Gotten my heart broken?

yeah

111: Been to a professional sports game?

no and i was invited to one recently but i had work :(

112: Broken a bone?

no

113: Cut myself?

yeah

114: Been to prom?

yeah

115: Been in airplane?

yeah

116: Fly by helicopter?

no but i’d really like to

117: What concerts have I been to?

soooo many. i’ll try and name em. trans siberian orchestra, panic! at the disco, imagine dragons, twenty one pilots, two door cinema club, the weeknd, melanie martinez, catfish and the bottlemen, halsey, of monsters and men, walk the moon, eric clapton, paul mccartney, glass animals, a$ap rocky, drake, the chainsmokers, foo fighters, vance joy, the strumbellas, the front bottoms, kendrick lamar, the wombats, AWOLNATION, ben rector, we the kings, the ready set, the summer set ??? i think there’s some i’m forgetting but that’s most of em. i go to so many. i am also seeing saint motel, cage the elephant, weezer, passion pit, mac miller and MGMT this summer!!

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?

yaaaaa most of my crushes have been n i’m datin a girl so

119: Learned another language?

i took four years of spanish and i’m taking another spanish class in the fall!! i was always real good at it

120: Wore make up?

yeah

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?

no i lost it when i was 19

122: Had oral sex?

yeah

123: Dyed my hair?

nah it’s naturally red and pretty and i don’t really wanna ever dye it. i’m probably gonna dye my eyebrows tho they’re too light and i’m tired of always fillin them in

124: Voted in a presidential election?

yes this last one which was exciting until hilary lost

125: Rode in a police car?

yes

126: Had a surgery?

no

127: Met someone famous?

yes

128: Stalked someone on a social network?

not like legitimately but yeah i’ve gone through someone’s page out of curiosity before

129: Peed outside?

yeah

130: Been fishing?

yeah it’s sorta boring imo though

131: Helped with charity?

yeah i helped my mom with this organization she was a part of where homeless people could come and paint and make art and i helped her at a few of their shows. it is one of my favorite organizations and i met some really beautiful people there

132: Been rejected by a crush?

yeah he liked me too but he was figuring things out and later that year came out to me as gay and then like two years later i realized i’m kinda super gay too so it all worked out in the end

133: Broken a mirror?

no

134: What do I want for birthday?

to be with people i love