#everyone crowded around in the hallway to sing for me and i was standing in the doorway feeling very flustered but thankful

[mintjeru]

happy birthday yuder!! you aren't alone anymore

✨ turning fanweek ✨

day 6 yuder's birthday | free day

open for better quality | no reposts

[neo-percs]

BEGGING:: ( day 7 )

WARNING:: enemies to lovers, rough sex, begging, friends to enemies, make up sex, arguing, misunderstanding, college au!

SUMMARY:: in which after a year of breaking off your friendship with Jaemin due to a misunderstanding you both get into a heated fight that leads into the unexpected.

WORDCOUNT:: 4.2K

A/N:: this is reposted from my old blog so if you think that this post is familiar it probably is, last time I posted this it did pretty good😭

You were so sick of the reoccurring problem that kept popping up around almost every weekend, going out to have fun with friends and then running into Jaemin only to walk away frustrated and huffing about how he got under your skin. If someone had told you a year ago that you'd end up on terms like this with Jaemin you would've told them their out of their mind.

Yet here you were in the middle of a house party giving each other dirty looks after yet another squabble about how Jaemin had spilled his drink all over your white top. You could see your bra through it by now and you were beyond pissed. "You're getting me a new one. And by getting me a new one I mean you're buying it" you snap as you set your drink on one of the coffee tables that had scattered beer bottles and ash trays.

Scoffing at your tone Jaemin opens his mouth to speak "all of a sudden you can't ask your rich ass parents to buy you a new one? Daddy cut you off or something?" He says with full confidence and the intention to piss you off. "No, but since your so invested in my life why don't you invest in some good eye sight and find me a new shirt bastard" you snap.

Jaemin had it up to this point, your smart mouth, your attitude, and simply the way you mouth off to him in-front of everyone to embarrass him. Snatching you by your arm he tugs you through the crowd of screaming and laughing people as they dance and sing along to whatever playing. Dragging you upstairs and tugging you through the dimly lit hallways.

You felt lost, your shirt was practically sticking to your skin and most likely staining it a deep shade of red as you can feel the liquid seeping through your bra. Jaemin opening a bedroom door and pushing you through making you stumble over your shoes. Leaving the party behind without a care in the world. The loud slam of the door behind him makes you jump in shock.

Jaemin drags himself to open one of the drawers of the dressers in the bedroom. "Are you seriously gonna steal someone else's shirt to opt out off buying me a new one?" You snark. "No, this is my room, my shirt. If you want a new shirt so bad I'll buy you one" he grovels as he shovels through the folded clothes finding a random t-shirt he hadn't worn in a while and simply had forgotten about at the bottom of the pile. Tossing it without even looking at you, hitting you in the face earning a yelp from you.

Ripping the shirt out of your view and tossing it to the bed "you are so fucking intolerable I swear. It's been 2 years and you still have the nerve to act like I did something to you" your voice ripples through the room. "You did, 2 years of dirty looks and pissy comments yet you're acting like I started all of this" he was heated beyond belief at this point. "And I'm so sick of you acting like I have to kiss your ass to make your day better" he says louder than before.

"Because you did! Have you ever thought I wouldn't find out that you lied?!" You're face felt like it was on fire, standing up from the edge of his bed taking strong strides towards him "you lied to everybody that I had sex with Jeno sophomore year, which never happened. I worked on a project with him and next thing I know Jisung is telling me your going around saying I slept with Jeno" you say as you jab his finger into the middle of his chest.

Earning a laugh that bubbled within his chest "what are you talking about? I have never once told anyone that you slept with Jeno. I would've beat the shit of him if he did if anything" he glared deep into your eyes. "So who lied? Because all I know is what jisung told me" you glare right back at him. "I don't know but you never once asked me if I said it. You left me in the dark for 2 years y/n and all I wanted to know was why you hated me and all this time it was over some stupid lie I never even knew about" he said breathily his chest puffing and his face red.

"I liked you sophmore year, and if anything I would've been more hurt about the rumor than spreading it. But you've never paid attention, I've tried to get along with you really but you're so infuriating sometimes" Jaemin voices his distress as his brows pinch together in complete frustration. The both of you share a look of confusion and hurt.

"You liked me?" You whisper with wide eyes looking into his "yes, and the day you snapped at me was the day I was going to tell you and for Christ sake you just wouldn't spill what was wrong and why you were so angry with me" he says as his fist fall tightly at his sides feeling anger spread through his body. "And all of it was for nothing. 2 years down the drain for nothing" he says through his teeth.

You look down at his hands seeing how red his knuckles were becoming you reach for his hand pulling his fingers away from his palm seeing the deep red indented marks. "I'm sorry" you whisper your throat felt tight and tears were on the brink of spilling onto your warm cheeks. You were embarrassed that the both of you had to even do this in the first place. "Don't be. I don't blame you for being angry, but I'm just mad that you had even believed it was me" he sighed finally letting the words that had been building up in his mind for the past 2 years out.

Your thumbs rub against his aching palm, Jaemin pulls his hand away wrapping an arm around you and tugging you against his chest into a hug. The familiar smell of Jaemin brought you peace as you let your wild thoughts settle down, the sound of his heart beating at a slow rate had your eyes fluttering shut as you relax. Wrapping your arms around him tightly as if he'd disappear you felt his chin rest against the top of your head for a moment before feeling he pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

Pulling away your head from his chest the both of you share a longing gaze reading each others minds the tension becomes thicker in the room. Jaemin's hand finds the back of your neck pullling you into a rough kiss. And the moment your lips meet, has been a long time coming, an eruption of your lust. His lips are warm and gentle as he kisses you softly, delicately, as if he isn't sure you're real and he's still checking.

Letting a soft whimper out against his lips the feeling of his tongue licking a stripe against your bottom lip, granting him entrance you drag your tongue against his as your hands rake through dark hair tugging it making him gasp at the feeling. Roughly Jaemin guides you towards the wall beside his study desk, moaning as he manhandles you against the wall the sound of a few of his books falling off his desk onto his floor.

His hands finding the back of your thighs dragging your hips closer until they touch. Pulling away from your lips nipping at your bottom lip once before trailing kisses from your jaw to your neck sucking and leaving opened mouth kisses on your hot skin.

Moaning at the feeling you tilt your head "Jaemin" you whisper breathlessly as you give him more space. "Say it again." He moans as he placed his hand on your ass, kneading the flesh harshly. "Jaem please" you beg as you grind against him letting out small huff of moans. Jaemin let's his teeth make a small ounce of friction against your neck before pulling away his hands roughly grasp the hem of your shirt pulling it over your head dropping it onto the floor.

"So fucking beautiful" he groaned as he presses his face into your chest kissing and leaving hickeys all over you making you arch your back against the wall as your fingers tug onto his hair. Pulling the padding of your bra down not even bothering to unhook the clasp he pulls down the padding of your bra letting your breast spill out.

Though the hair was warm your nipples were pert, Jaemin didn't waste any time licking and kissing against them. Biting your bottom lip in hopes to at least hold back your moans in the slightest but ultimately failing to do so. His hands trailing your waist and finding themselves under your skirt tugging down the thin fabric of your thong watching as it falls down your ankles.

"Can I eat you out?" He whispers against your skins as his big brown eyes look up at you with an almost needy look in his gaze. "Yeah" you whisper back with a shy nod. Only pulling away and kissing down your chest to his knees he gives small kisses to your lower stomach, his chocolate eyes looking into your eyes he lifts up your loose skirt and his eyes are met with your panties that has a cute wet patch growing on it.

He smirked knowing he was the cause "you're so cute" he mumbled darkly as his hand moves. Pressing his thumb on your clothed crotch you whimper as he rubs your slit pressing down on your clit, you whimper feeling the harsh fabric make friction with your sensitive clit.

Tugging your panties down from the elastic waistband over your thighs and down your ankles he's met with the pretty sight of your pussy and thighs glistening in slick. Looking back up at you his gaze darkened as he hooked your leg over his shoulder.

You gasp as you watch his head disappear under your skirt.  The heat of his mouth nearing your pussy he licks small stripes against your clit before he sensually licked from your hole to your clit, and sucking on your clit with fervor.

You moan as your head falls back against the wall. The sounds you make are so pleasurable to his ears. He presses his nose on your clit, inhaling your scent deeply before his tongue dives inside your waiting pussy. You pull onto his hair, writhing against his face.

"Oh fuck" you manage to whimper out you tug at his hair as he groaned, your eyes shut as you "please use your fingers" you moan neediness dripping from your tone. His hand moving from your plush thigh under your skirt his thumb rubbing harsh circles on your clit  he pulled away licking your clit once more his middle and ring fingers make way to your entrance.

Pushing in slowly you groan at the penetration, easing your tight walls around his thick fingers as he pushes them deeper you feel the cool metal on his rings all the way at the knuckles of his fingers as it grounds you from the euphoric feeling.

Pulling his head from under your skirt he looks up at you with your juices on his swollen lips and on his chin his fingers begin to move opening your eyes you look down at him feeling his gaze as he watches you react gasping as the feeling you grind down against his fingers "you like that? Hm?" He says as he licks your essence off of his lips.

His hair now disheveled  as his cheeks were blooming with a soft blush, you nod eagerly "yeah? You want me to go faster for you?" He coos feeling you clench around him at the sound of his lewd words. "Speak" he demanded making you clench harder "yes, please?" you say losing your mind on his fingers as you absentmindedly grind down on his.

He hums as he lifts your skirt bunching it over your hips he watches his finger get sucked inside of you. Moaning at the sight with sparkling eyes. His fingers hitting all the right places stuffing your pussy as the sloppy sounds of his fingers pounding into you as if you were his personal fuck toy.

"So good just for me right?" He asks as his tongue finds its way back to your clit, he looks up at you choking on your moans "only you I promise jaem" you say feeling a familiar pressure build in the pit of your stomach. "I'm so close" you whimper.

sending tingles down your body before he licked big stripes of your cunt, sucking on your clit, his tongue working wonders on you. "Cum on my fingers" he says possessively.

His thumb replacing his tongue as he rubs circles on your clit your hips shake as your mind is clouded with the sudden rush of your orgasm. You let out an almost pornographic moan as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you until you ride out your high.

"Good girl" he coos as you grip his wrist as overstimulation starts to creep in. Waiting for you to come down he slowly removes his fingers as he is eager to taste you. jaemin's dripping fingers make their way up to your clit as his mouth makes its descent to your puffy lips. he pushes his heavy fingers on your clit as he adorns your lips with light pecks and kitten licks before using his free hand to pull them apart and licking your hole. his mouth sucks you hard in its endeavour to suck out whatever your pussy allows him.

Your hips buck at the feeling the sloppy sounds make your head spin. one of your hands moves to grip the hair on the back of his head and you push his face into yourself even more "oh god" you say shivering at the feeling. Pulling away his eyes look up at you while his lips attach themselves to your thigh that still sat on your shoulder, he bites and sucks the skin on your thigh in different spots leaving red and purple spots to bloom into hickeys as the hours pass.

Pulling away he lifts his fingers still covered in your cum up to his lips sucking on them becoming addicted to the way you taste. "You taste so good" he mumbled as he stood up showing the tent in pants that seemed to grow. And once your eyes meet the bulge your eyes visibly widen.

His chest presses against yours as you feel his bulge press I to your front, looking at Jaemin with round soft eyes "please fuck me" you beg and the glint in his eyes seemed to grow darker. "Beg" he spoke sharply not missing a beat. "Please, jaem I need it so bad. Please" you almost whimper as you press your forehead against his showing how truly desperate you were.

Nodding he felt content with your words, guiding your hips to grind against his before pressing chaste kisses to the side of your mouth as you whimper in sensitivity. His hair tickling your forehead and his heavy breathing clouding all your senses. Pulling away from you he walks to the edge of the bed stripping out of his clothes he looks at you with expectant eyes to follow his lead, and you did.

The both of you tangling yourselves into his warm bed sheets kissing and grinding into each other messily until Jaemin reaches over into his bed side drawer making you tug at his wrist to stop him "we don't need it" you shake your head. Jaemin can't help but let his body heat grow hotter at the thought of fucking you raw. Nodding mindlessly he wraps your legs over his thighs.

Your hand finds it way down past the ruffled sheets to his lower abdomen trailing until your hand flush against his cock, the tip of your finger rubs against the slit of his tip leaking hot precum. His hips jolt at the feeling which makes you capture his lips into a perfect kiss.

Sloppy yet passionate. Teeth clashing and tongues dancing against each other; you couldn't be happier in the moment. you wet the palm of your hands with your tongue before taking his shaft into your fist, slowly jerking and teasing the tip with your thumb earning you a moan.

Your lips against his give him a sense of euphoria that no drug could. Wrapping your legs around his waist as you pull him into your closer "handle me" you whisper, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and rubbing his tip against your entrance makes his head spin.

Pressing his hips against yours he watches as your soaked and tight walls envelope him with a choked moan "feels so good inside you" he says as he presses forehead against yours which makes you giggle. As he pushes into you deeper and slowly you whine your legs without a second thought push his hips into you deeper earning a gasp at your own actions "fuck" you moan at the feeling.

"Such a slut, can't even wait for me to be inside you all the way huh?" He says rhetorically as he begins to thrust into your sharply, your moans are the only thing egging him on to keep going while your hands rest against his shoulders; nails begging to drag against his skin.

Your warm puffs of breath against his face has him in a trance. You smelled of cigarettes and cherries and it was so intoxicating for Jaemin who's hands greedily need your hips as he drags them against his. The sound of skin against skin in the air made Jaemin's eyes roll back. "So good" you babble as your head falls back against the pillow. Your hair was scattered against the leaning space for Jaemin to kiss and mark your neck with purple and red splotches.

"Yeah? I fuck you good right?" He says as he pulls your legs over his shoulders and hits a new spot that makes your jaw slack and mind go blank. "Tell me. Tell me how good I fuck you y/n" he demands making you moan even louder "you fuck me so good Jaemin I swear" you whine as your nails drag against his skin leaving behind red trails in their wake.

The bed thumps against the dry wall as your moans cover the sound. The sight of Jaemin over top of you with a clench jaw and your legs on his shoulders as you clench around him tighter. The sight of his hair falling over his face as sweat begins to trickle against his skin under the red and blue hues from the window.

"Fuck it’s so big" you slur seeing how good he filled you up to the brim your arms wrap around his neck your foreheads pressed together as you watch him begin to slowly move. Jaemin couldn't get enough of the sight as his cock disappeared inside your Pussy.

His cock buried deep inside you that you moan and dig crescent shaped dents into his skin. set a pace for grinding against his lap. The feeling of your velvety walls tightening around making him choke back a moan.

"Oh- god" you whisper shakily. His hands holding onto your hips guiding a pace, the sound of skin slapping with your small moans could be heard throughout the room.

You looked so good with your chest bouncing and your hair all messy. You looked good with a small sheen of sweat on your skin and your makeup smeared, he was addicted to the sight.

Stopping his hips completely and pulling out you whine at the feeling of emptiness "lay on your stomach" he says his tone low and raspy making you not miss a step as you roll over onto your stomach and propping your knees into the mattress.

Arching your back gives Jaemin the perfect sight of your ass. You could feel his palm caressing and needing your skin before giving it repeated harsh slaps that had you quivering. Nothing compared to the beautiful stinging feeling on your skin given by him.

"Want you inside me so bad" you mumbled as your fingers grip the sheets, you were so needy that you were dripping down your thighs and it didn't take much for Jaemin to run his tongue over his lips and grab onto your hips pushing his tip against you again letting him bottom out fully.

The sharp grip he had on your hips kept you grounded as he set a steady pace that had you panting and moaning. Hearing yourself made your face heat up, dropping your head into the sheets hoping to muffle the pleasure falling from your lips.

"Don't hide now" Jaemin says as his hand pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail, pulling your head away from the sheets "I wanna hear you. Don't hide from me" he says breathily as his thrusts become more sharp and the sound of him pounding into you was hard not to hear.

"I can't help it. Fuck it’s so good" you slur your words as you begin to bounce and grind against him to meet his hips. It felt like he was in your stomach and you didn't mind at all, your hands clutching the sheets tighter as he used his other hand to wrap around your throat.

"Fuck you looks so good, you care what other people think now hm?" He asks as his grip around your throat tightens, you couldn't even gather your words as he hits a spot that has you breathing shakily and your moans are even more louder.

"You like it don’t you? Huh? Answer me." He demands as he drags his cock against that same spot again and again "yeah, it feels so fucking good Jaem" you moan as your eyes roll back. The feeling of his sweet lips on your skin as you feel like you're in heaven.

Your thighs are practically shaking at the feeling, pleasure practically taking over your body as Jaemin pounds you into his mattress without a single care in the world. Pushing your face against sheets while he becomes sloppy and rougher with every passing second you could feel the pressure in the pit of your stomach growing and waiting to be released.

"I can't" you moan as you shake your head "I'm gonna cum" you whimper as you feel warm tears slide down your cheeks. "Don’t run, you like to talk big shit but now you can’t take dick?" he teases sweetly in a faux tone. His thrusts are non stop and you can't help but let the pleasure envelope you.

"Oh fuck" you gasp as the feeling of release comes closer "cum on my cock. I know you can '' he coos at you while pulling your hips into his harder than before tipping you over the edge as your walls clench around him sporadically earning a guttural moan ripping through Jaemin's throat.

"I'm close, where do you want it?" He asks as he continues to fuck into you "inside. Please cum inside me Jaemin" you beg before you feel the pressure in your stomach let loose "I know, you’re doing so good" he praised as his fingers rubbed down your spine leaving goosebumps up and down your body.

A few more thrusts slow and deep have your toes curling and sending Jaemin into an orgasm struck daze. "Fuck you feel so good" he groans as his hands rub against the red warm skin of your ass. Leaning of you and kissing up your spine as you both bask in your pre orgasm clarity.

You both were practically glowing as Jaemin waited until he softened inside you to pull out "you did so good" he whispers sweet nothings to you as he pulls out and watches his cum drip down your inner thighs.

The both of you settle into the bedsheets the body heat coming from the both of you feels comforting, Jaemin doesn't want even the slightest bit of space between the both of you as he pulls you by your waist until your pressed flush against his chest. "Are we okay now?" He asks as he peeks over your shoulder to watch for any change in emotion or the slightest hint of regret. "We're better than before" you whispered as you turn around pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

[nanaslutt]

Dear Nana, may I ask for exhibitionist!NB!Reader groping Choso under his clothes in a quiet hallway at Jujutsu High?? ?

contains: no pronouns or gendered features used for reader, established relationship, exhibitionism, voyeurism, teasing, dirty talk, hand jobs, Choso cums in his pants, nipple play, cum eating

MDNI

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The halls of Jujutsu high were silent, save for the birds singing to each other that could be heard through the cracked windows, tangling with the rustling of the wind through the trees, yelling and laughing of students and teachers enjoying the picnic outside; and of course, Choso's loud breaths.

The two of you stood in a corner of the hallway in some building of Jujutsu High, completely out in the open as the both of you stood facing the large windows that cutoff at the average persons waist. Giving you the perfect opportunity to stand behind Choso's large frame and slide your hands in his pockets, digging deep into the cloth as you found his stiff cock hiding behind his boxers and groped him through the material.

To any passersby who walked behind you, it would simply appear as if one partner was embracing the other lovingly; and that was the case of course, but they would also be missing crucial information about the scene in front of them— that being the not safe for work activities your hands were performing in his pants.

Thankfully the school should be completely vacant. The teachers thought it would be a good moral booster to bring the staff and students of Jujutsu High together for a get-together. Clearly, the idea was a good idea as you and Choso watched everyone mingle and laugh together. You thought the idea was brilliant also, after all, it gave you and Choso the perfect excuse to slip away, who would notice two people missing in a crowd of dozens of people?

You had told Choso you needed help getting more ice for everyone, so of course he had no reason to decline, especially not with the way you tangled your fingers with his; in front of everyone; and dragged him away into the privacy of one of Jujutsu highs many buildings. When you stopped him in the corner of the hallway and pressed him agaisnt the window using your body behind him, he relished in the feeling of you slipping your hands into his pockets affectionately, his chest blossoming with warmth as he felt you rest your cheek against the side of his back and people-watch your peers.

What he hadn't expected, was you pressing your fingers against the insides of his sensitive thighs in his pockets, raking your fingers against the skin there as you occasionally bumped the digits into his soft cock. He didn't think you were doing it on purpose at first, so he kept quiet, just nodding at your words when you said something about how nice it was to see everyone happy for a change. Quickly he realized your fingers teasing his most sensitive spots was no accident.

He came to this conclusion when you slotted one of your thighs between his legs from behind them, pressing your thigh into his balls and pushing the length between his legs closer to your wandering hands, as you used one to wrap around it through his boxers and begin to squeeze lightly, using the other to simply pet and scratch at his thigh.

His abs clenched under the ministrations of your hand, his body jerking as his hands came to steady himself on the windowsill. "Oh, I know~" You cooed, "It's just so overwhelming seeing all these positive emotions from everyone huh?" You cooed, playing dumb as you watched from the corner of your eye as he clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut, making no moves to stop what you were doing to him. "It just makes you feel so..good." You emphasized the last word by squeezing his cock tighter in your hand, making him breathe heavily out through his nose.

Choso whispered out your name, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side to crack his eyes open to look at you. "No, no, don't look at me baby, you need to take all this in~ it's such a rare sight after all." You said, nodding your chin up at him, signaling him to look back out at the people sitting on the lawn blankets. Choso felt a heat start to blossom in his pelvis the longer you groped him over his pants, he tried to keep his eyes open on the people outside, but the realization that he was doing something so filthy right in the open in front of all these innocent people was making him embarassed, averting his eyes.

"I'm going through all this trouble.." You started, sliding your hands out of his pockets as you slowly slid one under the band of his pants and boxers alike, the other sliding up his loose shirt to scratch over his abs and end up pinching his sensitive nipples. "..to give you this lovely view, it hurts my feelings that you aren't even looking." You said, faux hurt lacing your tone as you wined out the words. "I'm sorry," Choso replied under his breath, giving his crotch one last glance before he looked up and out the window.

"Yeah, good boy." Your words send blood rushing to his cock. His already hard member could do nothing but twitch as you finally wrapped your soft hand around his cock. The skin-on-skin contact felt words better than the groping over his clothes, but he still wasn't able to get over the embarrassment he was feeling. "This feels.." He started, opening and closing his mouth in a gasp.

"Good?" You finished for him, smiling as you rubbed your cheek into his back affectionately. He whined when you rubbed his tip around in your palm, focusing on just the head of his cock as you swirled and swirled your palm over it, his pre being rubbed over the head of his dick creating quiet squelching sounds under his clothes. If someone got too close they might be able to make the sounds out, ultimately giving you away.

"Embarrassing.." Choso corrected you, looking briefly at how Yuuji was interacting with his loving friends before averting his gaze to the trees. He didn't want Yuuji to see him like this, what would he think of him if he saw his older brother in this state? If anyone saw him in this state for that matter. "Hmm? It's embarrassing? Why?" You asked, pouting your lip at him. You stroked his warm cock faster, no longer focusing on just the tip as you stroked the entirety of his length up and down in his boxers. "W-what if someone sees?" His deep voice questions, making you hum in response.

You decide you're not done teasing him. "See's what?" You ask, playing coy. Choso's body jerked when your hand under his shirt started flicking his nipple rapidly, treating it like a clit. One of his hands came up to press over his mouth as he moaned shamelessly into it, the sound coming out muffled. His eyes rolled back in his head when you sped up your stroking on his dick; the combined stimulation was making his legs shake.

You pressed your knee harder against his balls, feeling his thighs squeeze around the appendage. The veins on his hands protruded out from under his pale skin, showing themselves off as he griped the windowsill for dear life. "What are they going to see, Choso?" You repeated, "Hmm?" The squelching from under his pants would now be noticeable to anyone within a 10-foot radius. He was dripping so much pre onto your hand it felt like he had cum already.

"U-us" He responded, the sound coming out muffled due to his hand covering his mouth. Choso's eyes flitted over to watch the group of people enjoying themselves on the lawn to make sure they still weren't looking before he quickly averted his eyes back to the vacant woods that surrounded the school. "What are we doing Choso?" You pushed him, feeling your own neediness start to become more apparent the more you teased him. He whimpered at your words, his nails digging into the wood of the delicate window's edge.

You abandoned the flicking on his nipples to slide your hand out of his shirt and grab his wrist, pulling it away from your mouth as you twisted it behind his back and held it in your own. "Y-ou jerking me o-off." He responded, a little too loudly. You don't actually know what you would do if someone caught the two of you. You doubted you would be fired, especially with how well-loved you were here, but the unknowing thrill sent a tingle down your spine, making your face heat up.

Although you couldnt find yourself to care all that much about the 'what ifs' when Choso was so obviously about to fall off the enge and into his orgasm. "Is that what I'm doing?" You whispered, your own breath picking up with his as his head tipped backa and his jaw fell open as gasps and moans fell freely into the empty hall. "I'm jerking you off right now? In front of everyone?" You continued. "If even one person looks in this direction, they'll see your fucked out expression through the window."

Your words were doing wonders on his body, his hand that was gripping the windowsill came to wrap around your wrist as you jerked him off vigorously under his pants. He wobbled on shaky legs, trying to keep himself upright as he felt his orgasm creep up on him. "Do you want that Choso? You want someone to watch me make you cum in your pants right now? Huh?" You moaned, kissing his back as you squeezed your hand holding his tighter in comfort.

"No-no Agh-" He groaned, shaking his head back and forth. "No?" You replied, putting more attention on his sensitive tip, you ran your thumb across the head on every swipe, making him gasp. "O-only you, I only want you to see me like th-is." He moaned. His shameless words made you feel hot all over, you swear your face was as red and flushed as the tip of his cock right now. "Yeah? Just for me baby?" You moaned, talking him up to his orgasm.

"Shit- g-gonna-" He wined, gripping your wrist that was jerking him off harder. This made it significantly harder to move your hand over him but you knew he couldn't help it. Fighting through the cramp you felt coming on, you jerked him steadily as his orgasm crashed over him. "Yeahhh~ Cum for me Cho~ Cum for me-" You encouraged. His body was wracked with tremors it was a miracle he stayed standing upright. You swore you could feel his balls twitch against your knee as rope after rope of his seed was released into his boxers.

He grunted into the open space, squeezing his eyes shut as he came into your hand. You continued stroking and praising him through his high, prolonging the already intense orgasm. When Choso felt his soul find his body once more, he took a deep breath into his lungs and sighed. Your stroking had slowed and eventually ceased when his hand released its hold on your wrist. You pulled soaked hand out from his boxers and held it out in front of him, relishing in the way your hand glistened under the lights.

Using your hand that was intertwined with his behind his back, you pulled on it and spun him around. You pressed your knee between his, softer this time, as you forced his ass back against the windowsill. Both of his large hands came to grip your wrists as he looked into your eyes with a flushed face, still breathing heavily. You placed one of your hands on his chest, and reached the other hand drenched in his cum up to his face, holding it out in front of his mouth.

"Clean up your mess for me, would you?" You asked sweetly, batting your eyelashes up at him as you tilted your head to the side. Begrudgingly, he opened up his mouth and stuck his tongue out, pressing the appendage against your warm skin, he licked the salty liquid up from your fingers and swallowed, cringing at the taste. He didn't understand how you always swallowed up his cum after giving him head like it was the most delicious thing in the world. "How do you taste baby?" You giggled, noticing his dismay as you pulled your hand away and licked the rest of his cum off, swallowing it yourself as you placed your hand against his solid chest, joining the other one.

"Bitter." He said, his face scrunching up in displeasure. You released a hearty laugh, leaning in to leave a short kiss against his lips. "You get used to it." You smiled at him. "You did so well for me Cho~" You cooed after a beat of admiring his post orgasm face. "Let's go get you cleaned up so we can get back to that picnic, I need at least 5 more of those cookies Shoko made." Choso smiled, nodding in agreement; Shoko made a mean cookie. Shifting uncomfortably between his feet feeling the wetness in his pants start to cool off, he let you hold his hand in your own, and drag him off to your room to get him some spare pants.

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~Once I’ve Sunk My Teeth In~

Noah Sebastian x F!Reader 18+ Fic

Warnings: mild argument, choking, choke chain, p in v, dirty talk, light bratting, a single smack on dat ass, edging a lil bit.

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This is the first time I’ve ever published my own work on tumblr, and definitely the first time I’ve ever published anything Bad Omens related or with smut in it… for some reason I’m a little scared? Anyway, enjoy.

'Just go!' She yelled, turning away from where Noah stood in the hall.

'What, we're not even going to talk about this!?' Noah yelled after her as she stormed up the hallway and into the bedroom.

'What's there to talk about?' Her harsh voice called. 'You're not listening to me!'

'I am listening! You're just yelling!'

'Then what are we arguing about, Noah!?' She cried, appearing in the doorway.

'I don't know!'

'Which is exactly my point! You're not listening! You're not hearing me!'

'You're not making sense!'

Y/N groaned, turning on her heel and slamming the door.

Noah closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He had no idea what had upset her, but he didn't have time to find out. His ride was outside, and he had to go.

He approached the bedroom door, trying the handle. The door was unlocked, which surprised him. Poking his head into the room, he saw Y/N sitting on the chair in the corner, her head in her hands.

'Look,' he said, 'I have to go, but can we talk about this tonight?'

'Forget it,' she grumbled, not even looking up. 'Just go, leave me alone.'

Noah sighed, watching her for a second. A car horn honked outside, urging him to hurry up.

'I love you,' he said lowly. 'We'll talk tonight, alright?'

'Yeah, whatever,' she said defeatedly. 'I love you, now go.'

That was a good sign. At least she said she loved him; that meant she wasn't too mad. Noah closed the door, leaving her to cool off and heading to the venue.

***

Adrenaline coursed through his body. The beat of the drums thumped in his chest, and the crowd screamed in the pit.

The show was getting close to the end, but his mind was stuck in his argument with Y/N. He felt awful for leaving things the way he had.

Noah had already planned to pick up some kind of treat for Y/N on his way home. A coffee and some roses, given his options were limited at that time of night.

For the moment, he needed to try to focus. As he marched back and forth on the stage, he started a call-and-response game with the audience.

'I know you know the words. Come on!' He called. The crowd cheered, and some sang the words he was looking for.

'You can do better than that!' He said, crouching down on the platform. 'If you're throwing...' he started them off.

The audience finished the line, singing loudly back at him. He gestured for them to keep going, singing the beginning of the following line.

'You should know I'm...' he sang, watching the people. He grinned, continuing through the song. As he reached the last line of the chorus, the lights around the theatre glowed dimly.

The crowd took over, and the lights illuminated everyone in a warm red glow. As he grinned, he looked around at all the people before his eyes settled on one.

He could see her standing in the corner, not quite at the barrier. As soon as his eyes locked on hers, he saw the wicked grin on her face.

She was dressed in the tightest, curve-hugging leggings he'd ever seen. The wet look of the fabric added to her allure. Under her studded vest, her halter top plunged between her breasts, the moth tattoo on her sternum on full display, and a choke chain around her neck. Her dark hair hung down her back in a long, straight ponytail, and her lips were painted with deep red lipstick.

He knew precisely what Y/N was doing. She was trying to torture him. She had said he wasn't listening, and now she was making him pay attention. Noah's mouth fell open, stammering as he stared at her.

The lights went down, and the guitar wailed in his ear, demanding him to continue the set. In the crowd, Y/N winked at him.

'I'm gonna kill her,' he muttered as he turned away. He could almost hear her laughing evilly as he willed the blood back to his brain.

The rest of the show was agony as he imagined what he was going to do to her. He knew he was going to get her backstage; he wasn't going to wait until they got home. He found himself counting down the songs, constantly watching her.

He could feel her eyes on him, staring into his soul. Whatever he had done, she was still mad, but god, what a punishment.

Just before they left the stage, Noah lost sight of Y/N. He closed out the song while searching the crowd for her but to no avail. As the lights went down, the band ran off the stage, taking their few minutes before the encore.

Jolly and the Nicks grabbed water, taking their chances to drink and go to the bathroom. Noah, however, knew exactly where he needed to go.

Around the corner, the second dressing room's door was ajar, a sliver of light peeking through into the dim corridor. Noah barged into the room, seeing her perched against the vanity.

He threw the door closed behind him, crossing the room in two quick strides, and grabbed the end of the choke chain, pulling it so it tightened around her neck and dragging her face to his. His lips crashed to hers ferociously, her hands staying behind her back.

'You—' he growled between kisses, 'are the most—' kiss, 'Infuriating—' kiss, 'blood boiling—' kiss, 'cock teasing—' kiss, 'brat—' kiss, 'I have ever met. And you are going to wait right here until I'm done, and then I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll feel me for a week.'

'Don't threaten me with a good time,' Y/N purred, nipping at his lip while his hand snaked its way into her top, twisting her nipple and earning a moan from her.

'You're not walking out of this room,' he told her, grinning as she leaned into him, 'that's a promise.' Noah forced her knees apart and shoved his hips against her, grinding his cock between her legs.

'Two minutes!' A voice called outside the room, rounding up the band for the encore.

'Just enough time,' he breathed. Removing his hand from her top, he slid his fingers into her pants. Her pussy was slick, eager for him. With a grin, he bit down on her bottom lip, tugging on the chain around her neck and slipping his fingers inside of her.

Her gasp sent a chill down his spine, his body desperate for more of her.

'You thought you could be a brat at my show and wouldn't see consequences?' He growled lowly, twisting the chain around his finger as her breath stuttered.

'Maybe I wanted to see what you would do,' she told him, grinning proudly as her head fell back and her eyes closed. A dick-twitching sigh fell from her smug lips while he fingered her fast and deep.

'And did you get what you wanted?'

'Not yet,' she breathed.

'One minute!' The voice called again.

'Moan, baby,' Noah commanded, 'I want to hear it.'

Y/N happily obliged, her breathy moan lingering in the room and his cock aching at the sound. The moans came one after another, her pussy clenching around his fingers.

'Noah, fuck,' she gasped, her orgasm building quickly.

'Are you gonna come, baby?' He asked, biting her neck.

'Yes, oh god, yes,' she moaned.

'Not til I say so.'

In a fluid movement, his hand retreated from her pussy, lifting his fingers to her lips.

'Taste,' he ordered, watching her take his fingers into her mouth, running her tongue along his knuckles and leaving smears of her cherry red lipstick. 'Good.'

Noah stepped away from her, leaving her wanting more. He quickly adjusted his cock, trying to hide his obvious erection by tucking it into his waistband.

'Thirty seconds!' The voice yelled.

'Wait, come here,' Y/N panted, reaching for Noah's face. She kissed him once more before grabbing a tissue from the vanity and wiping as much of her smeared lipstick from his face as she could.

'How bad is it?' He asked with a smirk.

'Bad,' she giggled, kissing him quickly before shoving him at the door. 'Go, I love you.'

'I love you, and I mean it,' he told her, opening the door, 'do not move. That's an order.'

She nodded once as he rushed back to the stage just before the encore started. The crowd's cheering filled the venue. Noah grabbed the microphone from the stand on the stage, listening to the music around him for a second, trying to be in the moment.

‘Alright, if you don't know what to do, you will soon,' he grinned. This was one of his favourite parts of the show. 'When I say concrete, you say?'

He chuckled at thousands of people screaming 'Jungle' back at him.

'Again! When I say concrete, you say?'

'Jungle!'

Knowing Y/N was backstage listening, he smirked. He knew she got hot for his screams...

'I wanna hear you! Louder!' He screamed, the sound reverberating around the theatre and making people scream back. 'Concrete!'

The screams grew louder and more feral, and the crowd got worked up bit by bit. He began to march back and forth across the stage as the chant grew louder and faster.

Finally, he let loose a guttural scream, knowing she would be losing her mind waiting in that dressing room. He could picture her squirming in her seat, her thighs squeezing together as she fought back the urge to sneakily slip her fingers into her panties…

Focus.

'This is Dethrone, you fucks!'

***

They left the stage with the crowd applauding behind them. Jolly and the Nicks returned to the dressing room they had been in before the show, while Noah returned to the dressing room Y/N waited in.

He stepped in, closing the door behind him and locking it. She had done as he asked, staying exactly where he left her. Her lipstick was still smeared around her lips, and a red bite mark bloomed on her neck.

Wasting no time, he reached for her, his hands grabbing her hips as he stepped between her legs, grinding himself against her.

'Are you still going to be a brat?' He asked, his lips hovering just above hers.

'Maybe,' she purred, slipping her hand between them and palming him through his pants. Noah groaned, leaning against her and biting down on her lower lip.

He grabbed her chain again, using it to drag her off the vanity. She tilted her chin up, letting him pull her towards him. She followed as he turned her around.

'Bend over, hands on the table,' he told her. She grinned at him, her eyelids low as he kissed her again.

Y/N obliged, turning around and pressing her palms into the vanity table. Noah dragged the tail of her chain around her neck so it hung down her back, pushing her ponytail over her shoulder.

Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her leggings, he slid them down, exposing her ass and pussy to him. Y/N could see him in the mirror, grinning as his palm ran over her bare skin.

‘Are you going to behave?' He asked, locking eyes with her in the mirror.

'I might...'

His palm struck her ass in a solid upward stroke. A warm sting bloomed on the skin, making her gasp and her pussy clench.

'You might?' He said lowly, dragging her thong down. He freed his erection from his pants, positioning his tip at her entrance and grabbing for the chain again.

'What do I get if I do?' She asked sweetly, keeping her eyes on his.

'You get to come.'

His cock plunged deep into her pussy, sinking in to the hilt. Y/N gasped as Noah let out a moan, feeling how tight he had left her, her anticipation squeezing him.

‘Oh god,' she breathed, her head lowering to look at the table.

'Eyes on me,' he commanded, tugging at the chain. 'You look at me, no matter what. I want to watch you.'

She nodded, swallowing as he leaned over her, his hand slipping into the front of her pants and finding her clitoris.

'Oh shit,' she breathed, 'Noah.'

'Hold it back, baby.'

Y/N bit her lip, her muscles flexing on him. Her pussy dripped with need, dribbling onto the waistband of his pants.

Finally, Noah began to thrust. He started with small, tight movements, building up to a quick pace.

'Noah, I can't,' she whimpered, 'I need to...'

'Don't you dare,' he warned, running his finger in circles around her clit, 'if you come now, I'll edge you for a week.'

'Fuck,' she breathed. Noah grinned, watching her in the mirror. Her breasts were starting to fall out of her shirt, her nipples peeking past the fabric. Her skin flushed, and her mouth hung open while she panted, and the chain bit into her neck while he held it firm.

Noah took his hand away from her clitoris, reaching for her chest and twisting her nipple again, moaning as her muscles contracted on his cock.

His orgasm was starting to build, his gut coiling tight with pleasure. Y/N shifted forward onto her toes, resting her elbows on the table, allowing him to plunge deeper into her. His tip slammed into her cervix, making her gasp.

'Too much?' He asked breathlessly.

'No, please,' she whined, 'don't stop.'

Noah released his grip on the chain, grabbing her hips instead and thrusting deeply into her.

'Fuck, baby, you're so tight right now,' he moaned.

‘Noah, please,' she begged, trying to keep her eyes on him in the mirror. Her knees trembled as waves of pleasure rocked her body.

'Please, what?' Noah goaded her, 'I thought you wanted to be a brat; beg for it.'

Y/N bit her lip hard, fighting back a loud cry. 'Fuck, Noah, please.'

'Please, what? Tell me what you want.'

‘Please, let me come, baby. It's right there. I need to come,' she begged, locking eyes with him in the mirror. Her mascara was starting to smudge, leaving black streaks around her eyes.

'Good girl,' he said, 'you really want it?'

She nodded eagerly, her lower lip clamped between her teeth.

'Come for me. Show me how bad you need it.'

Her pussy began to spasm, her back arching with the orgasm. Noah grunted, reaching back into her pants and rubbing her clitoris, intensifying her climax and grinning as she bit back a squeal.

'Oh fuck, Noah!' She cried, giving up on controlling her volume. There was no way anyone in the surrounding rooms hadn't figured out what they were up to anyway.

'Oh god, Y/N, I'm gonna come,' Noah told her, his thrusts deepening. Reed cried out again as Noah's cock struck just the right place, sending a wave of fireworks through her body.

'Don't stop,' she gasped. 'Oh god, please don't stop.'

'Fuck,' Noah groaned, 'fuck, there, I’m gonna fill your pretty pussy up, you want that?.'

Y/N bit her lip, holding back a shriek as her body convulsed under him. She could barely stand the feeling crashing over her.

Noah’s orgasm shook him, his knees threatening to buckle as he drove his cock deep inside of her and gripping her hips tightly while waves of ecstasy wracked their bodies.

'Holy... fuck...' Y/N panted as he finally stilled.

Noah slipped his hand out of her panties, rubbing gentle circles on her back as he slid his cock out of her.

'So... what were you mad about earlier?' He asked, kissing the back of her shoulder lightly.

She laughed breathlessly, standing up and adjusting her bottoms, dressing herself. With a flushed grin, she turned to face him, her hand running up his chest.

'Honestly? I don't even remember.'

‘Good,’ Noah grinned, ‘I hate when we fight.’

‘I’m not a big fan either, but god, make up sex is fun,’ Y/N breathed, leaning into his warm embrace.

‘I love you.’

‘I love you too, baby.’

[stylescine]

okkkk so remember when harry sang vossi bop with stormzy. so there's a lyric in it which goes "i finish with a FACIAL just to topp ot off' what if reader is innocent and asks harry what that is after his performance backsatage and he has to answer and then she asks him to do it for her?

gosh i am in love with this!!!

Warnings: facial, oral (m receiving), VERY innocent reader lol

It wasn't her first time visiting Harry at one of his concerts. She loved to see him perform and today was even more special. Stormzy would be performing a song with Harry and she was just as excited as everyone else to hear them sing together.

She was standing by the side of the stage, moving to the music as her boyfriend was singing in front of the crowd. Stormzy eventually came on and Harry started singing his song "Vossi Bop" with him. She had heard the song in the radio before, like everyone probably did, but hearing it live was even better.

It was also interesting to see Harry sing a different type of music and her boyfriend seemed to enjoy himself thoroughly. She clapped loudly like everyone else when the song came to an end.

The lyrics stuck with her though. "I finish with a facial just to top it off" was one she couldn't quite understand. What was a facial and why did anyone have to top something off with it?

The show went on for another while and she danced and sang like everyone else. By the time Sign of the Times came around and the show ended, she was whistling and clapping for Harry like the rest of the room. She still felt so proud seeing Harry up there on the stage, doing what he loved. The energy the man could bring to a room was impressive and unmatched.

As soon as Harry disappeared behind the stage again, she did the same and met him in the hallway to the dressing room.

"Darling," he smiled and opened his arms for her as she was quick to jump into them. His arms wrapped tightly around her while he lifted her up, his scent filling her nose. His hair was messy from the dancing and his cheeks red, but he still looked absolutely beautiful. "That was such a great show again. And what a nice surprise for everyone," she told him with a smile as he set her back down onto the ground.

"I always try my best when you're in the crowd. " There was a cheeky grin on his face. She chuckled softly at his comment before she intertwined their fingers again, walking back to the dressing room with him. Harry would probably change back into jeans and a hoodie before they would leave to head home. He usually didn't stay in the suits unless it was show time.

She sat down on the couch in the room as Harry shrugged off his jacket and loosened his tie. Maybe she could ask him about the line she didn't quite understand earlier.

"What's a facial, love?"

Harry turned around quickly, his eyes wide as he stared at her. Did she just tell him about a ghost? "Did I-"

"No, it's alright," he interrupted her immediately. He had just been taken aback by the sudden question, but he soon realised that it was probably a genuine one. She had revealed to him that her sexual experience was pretty limited, so this was a natural question to ask. And as he had promised, he would help her understand things better wherever he could. She had already shared her first time with him and since then, they had been exploring more and more new things.

"It's basically that when a guy comes, he just comes all over someone else's face," he explained simply, but could feel the heat in his cheeks anyway. He would be lying if he said he had never imagined doing that to his beautiful girlfriend.

"Oh," she replied, looking at him with a curious expression. She liked the idea of it, she really did. There was a tingling between her legs at the thought of giving Harry a blowjob and letting the man come all over her face. It felt like a dirty, secret fantasy, but she wanted to make it reality.

"Can you do that for me?"

Harry stared at her with wide eyes again. He couldn't quite believe what he had heard. Of course, he would love to do that for her, but he also didn't want to push her into anything she wasn't ready for yet. On the other hand, she had asked him directly about it and seemed pretty determined too.

"Are you sure?" He asked slowly, but was already walking towards her. He could see her eyes light up when he was standing next to her.

"Very sure. I wanna know what it's like," she assured him before she patted the spot on the couch next to her. Harry sat down eventually, looking over at his girlfriend. The curious look in her eyes somehow made this situation even more thrilling. She seemed so eager, almost desperate.

Her hand moved over his thigh, getting closer to that spot between his legs, putting slow pressure onto it. She could feel Harry growing slowly, a groan escaping the man's throat. "Y/N," he whispered, his eyes dark with lust as he looked over at her again. He wanted her so badly.

She slowly slid off the couch, kneeling down in front of him between his spread legs. Her fingers found his zipper and slowly pulled it down. Harry lifted himself off the couch for a moment to allow her to pull down his pants and then his underwear.

Seeing him naked in front of her, in all his glory, always send a rush of desire towards her core. As she wrapped her hand around his cock, pumping slowly, she could feel him get harder and bigger with time. Her boyfriend threw his head back, moans leaving his mouth continuously. "Shit," he whispered, his hand grabbing the cushion next to him.

She started to move her hand faster. The sight of his cock was always mouth-watering for her. He was big and the veins so prominent. So she moved forward and ran her tongue over the underside of his shaft, watching Harry shiver at the touch.

She placed a kiss on his tip before parting her lips for him, taking him into her mouth. Her hand was holding onto his thigh as she started to move her head up and down, tongue swirling around him. His moans were urging her on. She increased her pace and she knew it was working when Harry's hands buried in her hair, tugging on it to pull her up and down on his cock. He was fucking her face by now and she could feel herself getting even more wet. She needed him. And she needed to feel him come.

"Fuck, I'm close," he groaned, giving her hair a more firm tug as he pulled her off his length. She was already waiting excitedly for what was about to happen.

Harry pumped his cock again a few times, eyes fluttering shut and back open, until he finally reached the edge. A loud moan left him again as he started to come all over her face.

She closed her eyes for a second, but opened her mouth almost instinctively, licking off the cum that had landed on her lips. She took the time to wipe the cum off her cheek and then lick her fingers clean.

Harry groaned again at the sight, pulling her closer to press his lips against hers.

He knew he would give her a lot more facials from now on. And he was grateful for her curiosity.

[hiddenwritingsintheworld]

Cruel Summer Chapter 1 (Chris Evans x Actress/Singer!Reader)

(Okay, So Ive been away for a hot minute. And I've been through quite a bit. But I got inspired to write this and I hope yall love it!! Couple of things. 1.) Taylor Swift doesnt exist in this series, the reader is like taylor swift! 2) dont come for me, I've been chewing on this idea for a few months now lol. 3.) Im almost done with chapter 1 of My Alpha, I know I've gotten some messages about that!! Also, half way through chapter 2 of Midnight rain ;) Enjoy! Let me know your thoughts on this!! love you guys!!!)

Thoughts? Suggestions? General opinion wanted here!!!!!

You’d be delusional to think that he wanted anything more than hookups with you. Being a movie star was hard enough to make a “normal” life ...falling in love with your co-star though...that made everything even worse. That’s what led you to becoming a world famous pop star, releasing smash hit after smash hit. Your smile; when up on that stage, tens of thousands of fans screaming your songs as you sang them, standing ovations, tears of happiness, excitement, thrill, it all made that heartache ease just a little bit. But not all the way. 

“Tonight is a HUGE night, I can’t believe you’re going to announce another album. I’m in awe, really I am.” Your mom said, grabbing your shoulders and looking at you in the mirror of the room you were currently using backstage. “Mom, thanks so much for traveling with me during this tour. It means so much to me.” you smiled softly at her, “especially after everything I’ve been through recently. Wanna know the surprise songs tonight? Or just be surprised like everyone else?” you asked with a soft laugh. 

Your mom and dad were your biggest and best fans you could have ever asked for. Even during the worst time of your life, you’d had your parents support when changing careers. “Awe, let me be surprised like everyone else dear. Your cue is up….come on,” she gave you a big hug and kissed your cheek. “You’re going to be amazing, just like every other night” she beamed before walking out of your dressing room. 

You stared in the mirror, touching up your red lipstick before turning around and walking out. Your bejeweled bodysuit in the colors of your most favorite album you’d put out, pinks and blues. You smiled at the stage crew and everyone working behind the scenes as you walked with your assistant. “Another great sold out crowd out there, the VIP tent is dead center, lots of celebrities are here tonight too.” She smiled before you walked away standing on your mark. 

Listening to the entrance music you’d had custom made, caused the memories to flood your mind. 

You looked over at him grinning as you both reached for a piece of popcorn. “Soooo I thought you wanted to do something else when you asked me to come to your hotel room 10:30 at night.” you smirked as he laughed, throwing his head back. “While yes, I’d love to do that too….I figured it would be nice to watch a movie or two, enjoy a snack and relax together too. I ordered some wine and chocolate covered strawberries too.” he said leaning closer to you, as you bit your lip leaning into him, letting his lips brush yours. The next thing you knew, he had you pinned to the bed, popcorn littering the floor as he kissed down your neck, slowly pushing your shirt off and attacking your chest. 

“Ready? Have fun!!” Your assistant shouted over the music and screaming fans as the platform started to bring you up from under the stage. You plastered a grin on your lips and got in your stance with your mic. 

The moment your back up dancers pulled back the large fabric fans to reveal you, you began to sing one of your songs. The roar of screams, cheers and cries erupted throughout the entire stadium as you came into sight for everyone. The platform continued to rise as you sang, smiling at everyone. 

“It's you and me, that's my whole world

They whisper in the hallway, "She's a bad, bad girl"

Oh, I just thought you should know (you should know)

It's you and me, there's nothing like this (like this)

Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince (okay)

We're so sad, we paint the town blue (paint it blue)

Voted most likely to run away with you.” 

The music ended as everyone cheered even louder and you laughed softly, the platform lowering back to the mainstage level; you grinned as the next song began instantly. You loved performing for a crowd, they never made you feel like you weren’t worth the love and attention. You strut toward the front of the stage, beginning to sing the bridge, along with the crowd, when a sight almost threw you off your performance. He stood there in the VIP tent with a cold beer in one hand, his other arm around the shoulders of a petite brunette. 

“I'm drunk in the back of the car

And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (oh)

Said, "I'm fine, " but it wasn't true

I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

And I snuck in through the garden gate

Every night that summer just to seal my fate (oh)

And I screamed for whatever it's worth

"I love you, " ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

He looks up grinning like a devil” 

You belt out the bridge, the crowd screaming louder toward the end. You tried to not to look at the VIP tent, the urge to see him again, standing there happy with some other girl, you danced around, happily grinning at the crowd, encouraging them to sing along. You finally took a break, smiling wide as everyone clapped and cheered. “Hi!” you said cheerfully. “My name is Y/N and welcome to The Eras Tour,” you grinned as the stadium erupted again. 

“I just want to say thank you to everyone who is here tonight and I hope that I don’t disappoint. I usually perform only two surprise songs a night, however, I’m feeling…fun tonight, so I want to add another song to the list for you all. It’s one that I don't usually perform live. But, I hope you enjoy it.” you smiled as the platform rose and you looked around, the soft jazz music starting as loud cheers erupted. You couldn't stop the smile that landed on your face as you began to sing. 

“We were crazy to think

Crazy to think that this could work

Remember how I said I'd die for you?

We were stupid to jump

In the ocean separating us

Remember how I'd fly to you?

And I can't talk to you when you're like this

Staring out the window like I'm not your favorite town

I'm New York City

I still do it for you, babe

They all warned us about times like this

They say the road gets hard and you get lost when you're led by blind faith

Blind faith” 

You smiled looking around, your eyes landed on him again, he had a look in his eyes, just like how he used to look at you, hunger and desperation for your touch. You put your lips back up to the microphone and made eye contact with him again. 

“But we might just get away with it

Religion's in your lips

Even if it's a false god

We'd still worship

We might just get away with it

The altar is my hips

Even if it's a false god

We'd still worship this love

We'd still worship this love

We'd still worship this love

I know heaven's a thing

I go there when you touch me

Honey hell is when I fight with you” 

You didn’t mean to stare for so long, but the way he looked at you, watching your body move. You wanted to jump off stage and run into his arms again, kissing him, telling him how in love with him you still were, even after the three years that had passed. You felt a tightness in your chest when the girl turned and kissed his neck, and began to dance with him. 

You finished the song not soon after and took a small bow as everyone screamed out. You stood still smiling as the platform began to lower, before diving off to get changed. “I need a minute,” you said as your assistant came up to you. She looked slightly confused as they began to help you into your next outfit. How were you going to continue this concert with him staring at you? You didn’t think you could do it honestly. 

“I can’t believe you changed the set list, We’re going to have to cut one of the surprise songs.” You looked at her. “No we can’t but we are changing them tonight.” you said as they did up the back of your dress. “What?! Why!” she gasped. “Chris is here,” you said looking at her as her face fell. “With some girl.” she sighed putting a hand on her head “Jesus fucking Christ……okay. Tell me what you need.” you looked at her again as tears filled your eyes. “I need a fucking minute.” you grabbed the new mic rushing off.

[adidastain]

good luck

1999 serj tankian x fem reader (unnamed)

warnings: smut (handjob - M receiving)

notes: all lowercase, first person perspective (I, me, my, etc.)

word count: 2818

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the scalding heat of the day paired with the amount of people in the crowd was an agonizing combination to endure, especially for the band onstage. it was nearing the end of the first half of the set, so the band was getting ready to head backstage for a quick break and cool off.

i was already waiting in one of the tents, sweating my ass off. i recognized the song they were playing and could hear that it was coming to an end. i’d watched most of their set, but there were way too many people to be even slightly comfortable, so i left.

the guitarist announced the end of the first set and thanked everyone, and in the midst of the crowd’s cheers, the boys filed offstage one by one.

as soon as my best friend was within 5 feet of me, i was all over him. he was covered in sweat. his white tank top clung to his muscular body and his skin was shiny. just seeing him made me lose my breath.

“there you are- thank you- where were you this morning?” he asked me, taking a water bottle from one of the roadies. serj nudged me with his knuckles as we began walking to his dressing room.

“i had a late start,” i sighed. “partied too hard last night.”

god. i hated how awkward i was around him now that i realized i liked him. no one else made me as squeamish as he did when i was near him.

serj let out a low, dry chuckle. i could hear that he’d lost his voice while singing. he broke into a series of coughs before taking another swig of water.

“missed you,” he said. “we had this great breakfast. it was, like, this huge buffet thing. like what you typically see at hotels, but way better.”

“i’m terribly sorry i missed it,” i said, walking backwards in front of him with a smirk on my face.

“i don’t forgive you,” he said dramatically, poking my stomach. i poked him back, and he then began chasing me around.

i bolted down the backstage hallway, taking a turn down another hallway. the walls were white and silent, without any echo.

i lost serj behind me. i couldn’t hear him running around anymore. all i could hear was my own breath. it was eerie.

the hallway was lined with white doors, all of which had gold doorknobs and tiny bronze labels.

“serj?” i said in a normal voice.

i wandered around for a few minutes, catching my breath.

suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around my torso and tackled me onto the ground.

i landed flat on my palms with a thud. a thin layer of carpet was all that covered the concrete floor beneath us.

i whipped my body around and saw serj towering next to me, sitting on his knees. he poked my sides and torso mercilessly now that i was basically defenseless.

i squealed, pushing him away by the shoulders. serj just grinned and watched as i flopped around, trying to escape his friendly torture.

my knee collided with the jewels between his legs on accident, and he immediately froze and collapsed next to me with a loud wince.

i desperately scrambled to get back on my feet while serj laid on the ground in a fetal position, groaning and wailing.

“fuck, man, jesus…” he whined, holding himself.

“i’m sorry,” i exhaled in a laugh. i fell to sit down next to him. “it was an accident. i’m sorry.”

“you fucking owe me for that,” he grumbled, his face smushed against the rough carpet floor.

“it was an accident!” i laughed, nudging him.

he laid on the floor, still and silent as i calmed down from laughing. i just stared at him, listening to his breathing in the dead silent hallway.

“i’m sorry,” i said softly, shrinking in my position. i played with my fingernails, waiting for a response.

serj inhaled and rose to his feet, holding his hand out for me to take so he could help me up as well. i grabbed it and he pulled me back up to stand.

once i was on my feet, i felt my heart leap after realizing how close he was to me. the hallway was tight as it is, but we were way closer together than we should’ve been.

i took a step back out of a panicked instinct. serj just smiled at me. what was he thinking?

i didn’t move. i just stared at him. maybe he knew i wasn’t going to go anywhere without him.

“are you okay?” i asked quietly, shooting a glance at his previously devastated junk.

“no,” he said. “i cannot believe you would do this to me.”

i knew he was joking. i rolled my eyes and pushed him away, laughing. he nudged me back.

in response, i nudged him back, then he nudged me again. i then grabbed his arms and aggressively pushed him, pinning him against the wall with a thud.

“ouch,” he exhaled, looking at me with a shocked grin. i didn’t back away and he didn’t fight back. “what was that for?” he asked quietly.

“for being mean,” i huffed.

“i’m being mean?” he laughed.

“yes, you are.” i confirmed, laughing. “i thought you were genuinely hurt.”

“i am, thank you very much,” serj argued lightheartedly. “you’re lucky i won’t do it to you too.”

would i let him do that to me? probably. i would probably like it.

“does it still hurt?” i asked him.

“of course it still hurts!” he laughed.

serj immediately shut his mouth as i leaned in closer, sliding my hands up his arms. i swallowed nervously before speaking. “want me to rub it better?” i asked, sticking my lip out.

a harsh swallow slid down his throat. he anxiously glanced down both ends of the quiet hallway before responding.

“how about a kiss?” he suggested, squirming between me and the wall behind him.

“that’s all you want?” i asked.

“no, i mean- you know what i mean,” he said, nudging me.

“i don’t think i do,” i teased him, trying to bury a smirk.

serj scoffed and rolled his eyes. i loved getting on his nerves like this.

“you are so annoying,” he stated, gently pushing me away. he began to walk away from me, so i reached for his hand, but instead, accidentally grabbed his damp white tank top,

“you said i owed you,” i reminded him. “let me pay you back.”

serj gnawed on the inside of his cheek in thought. he glanced at his watch to check how much time we had left.

after another second or two, he inhaled deeply and stepped closer to me, placing a hand on the small of my back. he pulled me closer by the waist and pressed a shy, tender kiss into my lips.

my body froze up in shock from the feeling of it, but i eventually melted and kissed him back. he pulled away briefly just so he could kiss me again, moving his hands to gently caress each side of my face.

i felt like i was floating. his kisses were gentle and left me completely breathless, and hungry for more. our friendship was completely out the window now, but i didn’t care.

before he could kiss me again, i stopped him. “do you want me to beat you off, or no?” i whispered, genuinely curious.

serj perked his head up to look down the hallway again, before pulling my face into his chest.

i saw his large hand slide onto the doorknob of one of the doors next to us. slowly, he twisted his wrist to check if it would open, and once it did so, he quickly pulled me inside and locked the door behind us.

the room was dark and lit only by the light shining from outside, beneath the door.

“will you take me?” serj whispered. “in your mouth?”

i couldn’t see his face, but i stared straight in front of me, assuming that it was him.

i wanted to. i wanted to know what he tasted like and feel how big he was in comparison to my mouth. but i’d only ever given head once, and i couldn’t make them finish, so i didn’t want to risk embarrassing myself to serj like that.

“not today,” i breathed.

“okay,” he agreed, sounding slightly disappointed. i blindly ran my fingers through his hair in reassurance.

we never bothered turning the lights on. it was more exciting. especially when i heard the buckle of his belt jangling as he somewhat frantically removed the snug piece of leather from his hips.

i took a step closer and nuzzled my forehead into the crook of his warm neck. i could only barely see the outline of his erection from what little light we had allowed in the room. from what i could see, he looked to be a decent size, on the bigger side.

he made a few strokes with his own hand, before i lowered it and took it in mine. i could have sworn i’d heard the smallest, meekest of whimpers escape his throat once i held him.

his tool was warm and the skin was smooth. i felt his large hand gently grasp both my hand and his dick at the same time, before he began guiding my hand up and down the base slowly.

“you’ve done this before, right?” he asked me.

“not to you,” i said, wearing a smirk that was heavily present in my tone.

“well, duh,” he laughed. his laugh then turned into a blissful sigh, and his body relaxed against the door behind him. suddenly he gasped and stopped my hand for a moment.

“jesus,” he exhaled, laughing slightly.

“what’s wrong?” i asked, loosening my grip on the base.

“i’m really sensitive now,” he laughed sheepishly. “‘cause you hit me.”

“i said i was sorry,” i reminded him, gently tracing the root of his dick with my thumb.

“i know,” he said, kissing my face. i think he was going for my lips, but he landed somewhere on my cheek instead. all i felt was his facial hair brush against my skin. “i’m just not used to it. go gentle on me.”

i kissed his cheek and came closer to his body. he wrapped his arms around me, and i wrapped my hand softly around his base. i buried my face into his neck, kissing his skin tenderly.

all i could hear was his breathing. he held in every possible sound he could make, holding his breath.

“serj,” i hummed.

“hmm?” he hummed back.

“you’re so quiet…” i whispered.

he remained quiet, waiting for me to continue.

“i wanna hear how you i’m making you feel,” i told him, subtly increasing the speed of my strokes. i lifted my head to look up at him.

my eyes adjusted more to the darkness and i could make out his face. one of his hands began to guide mine as he spoke, while the other caressed my waist he leaned closer to me, bringing his mouth close to my ear. “you can go faster,” he said quietly.

i sped up the movement of my hand, following his. i squeezed him lightly and heard him gasp. the hand that held my waist pulled me closer, causing his warm tip to firmly press into my stomach.

my chest grazed his and our faces were too close for us to look at each other anymore.

i lifted my free hand to caress his neck, running my fingers through the soft roots of his thick hair, balling it into a fist to tug on it slightly.

i finally earned a soft moan from him as i did so. my heart fluttered and the pit of my stomach lit on fire as the pleasured sigh escaped his throat.

“rub the tip… here,” serj instructed, placing my hand a bit higher up on the length of his tool. “yeah…”

i picked up the pace, and almost instantly felt a small spurt of precum smear onto my skin.

serj began to let his pleasured sighs escape him freely. they were dry and raspy due to his sore voice, but i loved it.

suddenly, his breath hitched and his entire body tensed up. “r-right there… that spot…” he exhaled. “rub it i-in circles…”

i followed his instructions, tracing circles in the skin beneath his tip with the pad of my thumb, with enough pressure to drag the skin around as well.

serj whimpered, slowly letting go of my hand and letting me take the wheel. i leaned forward and pressed my tongue against the skin of his neck; it was warm and i could taste the sweat that previously covered his entire body. i gently dragged my tongue up his neck, before pulling away with his skin in between my teeth.

“fuck,” he whined, tilting his head to open up the space on his neck. i ran my free hand down his torso and gently tucked my fingers under the hem of his tank top, caressing his hip. “just a-a bit faster… m-more…”

i continued to leave a hickey in the crook of his jaw, matching the pace with that of my hand as i increased it. soon enough, i felt his hips buck into my hands and his oblique muscles tense rapidly. serj groaned and pulled my waist closer again.

“you can cum on my stomach,” i whispered, leaning into his tip with my entire torso. it was firm against my body and poked me pretty hard, but i loved it.

almost immediately, serj let out a series of curses and high-pitched whimpers, before hitching his breath as i felt him spill out all over my stomach.

his entire orgasm lasted pretty long, at least from what i was used to. i didn’t mind it, though.

“it feels better now,” he laughed breathlessly, resting his forehead on my shoulder. “you have a healing touch.”

i chuckled and wrapped my arms around his neck. “can we talk later?” i asked him. “about, just, you know, you and me?”

“of course,” he exhaled, kissing me gently. “what are you, uh, gonna do about this?”

serj gestured to my stomach, in reference to the mess of his cum that my skin was covered in. i was wearing a short crop top, so none of it got on my clothes.

“um, this is gonna sound weird, but i just… kinda want to, i don’t know… play with it…?” i mumbled.

“you’re gonna play with my cum?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

i nodded, looking down at the mess on my skin. i wiped some of it off onto my index finger. it was pretty thick and rich, but smeared more on my skin than it came off. it was somewhat sticky, and had a sort of gooey consistency when i pulled my fingertip away from it.

i looked up at him through my brows and sucked my index finger clean. serj palmed my face with his entire hand and pushed me away. “don’t do that. you’re gonna make me hard again and i have to go back on in… 3 minutes,” he told me.

i pushed his hand away from my face and we both shared soft laughter. he tucked himself back in his boxers and began to put his belt back on, before i stopped him.

“i want your belt,” i said, grabbing the piece of leather. serj just stared at me, before pulling the belt off and placing it in my hands.

“take this too,” he huffed, lifting up one foot to remove his sneaker, then his sock.

i held the piece of fabric with my fingertips, cringing at it. “for what?” i asked him, deeply confused.

“use it as a rag,” he laughed at me, putting his sneaker back on his bare foot. “or a pillow, if you’re into that.”

“god, no!” i cringed, hitting him with his sock. “jesus, do you even know me?!”

“i’m just kidding, relax. i’ll see you later,” he said, unlocking the door.

as soon as he opened the door and the light shone in the room, i could see the big, bright red bruise on his neck very clearly. i snorted back a laugh and poked him in the stomach. “good luck explaining that,” i said, pointing to his neck.

“good luck explaining yourself,” he shot back, gesturing to my own stomach. as he turned his back to me to walk off, i grabbed his wrist with my free hand. “hey, wait,” i started.

serj turned around and i quickly kissed him. “see you,” i hummed after pulling away.

he smiled at me with a big grin, repeating my words to me, before disappearing down the long, quiet white corridor.

[soshiharin]

magnetic moon

summary: in which harin surprises tiffany on tour

set: 10 nov 2019

word count: 2.9k

warnings: swearing and i think thats it

an: note to self: write fics while listening to white noise. i was so productive like omg. words in bold are korean. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated💐

harin’s masterlist

Harin picked up her bag, making sure she had everything she needed, before leaving her hotel room. She walked down the hallway to the elevator, shifting the poster that was tucked under her arm. She pressed the button to the elevator, waiting for it to arrive before getting on.

She soon exited the hotel, getting into the taxi that the doorman hailed for her. Tapping her foot as the driver drove to the venue, she couldn’t quell the excitement bubbling in her chest.

“We’re here,” the driver said when he pulled up to the concert venue.

Harin dug around in her wallet for money to pay him. “Thank you so much.” She opened the door, taking her things with her before leaving.

Walking to the entry of the Brooklyn Steel, Harin took a picture of the sign that had her members name on it.

“Wah, Hwang Miyoung,” she muttered, smirking, “you’re incredible.”

She walked into the building, showing the security guard her ticket before entering the main hall. When she got in, she was surprised to see that there was still space in the front. She immediately made her way forward, squeezing her way through the crowd to reach the barricade.

“Is this spot taken?” She asked a group of people that were standing by the barricade.

One of the people, a girl, turned her head to Harin. “Oh, no it isn’t. We’ve been wondering when someone would come stand here,” she said.

“Cool.” Harin moved to stand next to the girl. She put her poster down by her feet, resting her hand on the barricade.

“Oh my god, I love your jewellery!” One of the other girls complimented, staring at Harin’s rings.

Harin flexed her hands. “Thanks, one of my friends got me them.”

“Your friend has amazing taste.” That comment came from a boy.

“I’ll make sure to tell her.”

The first girl turned to fully face Harin. “I’m Samantha,” she introduced herself.

“Harper,” Harin responded, using her English name instead of her birth name.

“This is Riley–” she pointed at the other girl– “Luke–” she pointed at the boy– “Anna–” she pointed at another girl, who waved– “and Maddie–” She pointed at another girl, who was staring at his phone.

“A big group you got there,” Harin commented.

Samantha smiled. “We’ve been friends since we were twelve. We bonded over our love for K-Pop — and Girls’ Generation of course! — and we’ve been friends ever since. My bias is Hyoyeon, Riley’s are Seohyun and Yuri, Luke’s are Taeyeon, Harin and Yuri and Maddie’s are Sunny, Sooyoung and Tiffany. What about you?”

Harin smiled at Samantha, trying to come up with a response. “Um, mine changes all the time. But right now, it’s Yoona.”

“Oh my god! I forgot to mention, but she’s my bias wrecker,” Samantha added, putting a hand over her chest.

Harin continued to make conversation with the small group until the concert started. They all cheered as the intro to Run For Your Life started playing, cheering even louder when Tiffany came on stage. Harin held up her poster — it read Love you Fanny Pack —, making sure she didn’t block the people behind her.

As she watched her member perform, Harin felt herself tear up. Knowing how much Tiffany worked to be on that stage, she was so proud of her. She managed to hold herself together until she heard the beginning of Run Devil Run. She put her sign down, wiping the few tears that began to roll down her cheeks.

Focusing on Tiffany, Harin didn’t notice how Riley kept looking at her and then down at her phone. Riley showed her phone to Maddie, both of them looking at Harin again, this time with recognition in their faces.

Harin continued singing along to the songs with everyone, having the time of her life. She held up her poster again as Tiffany began to sing Magnetic Moon, making sure she’d be able to see it properly. When Tiffany went to her side of the venue, she waved her poster as she sang along, hoping to gain her members attention. Unfortunately, Tiffany didn’t notice her and instead went back to the centre of the stage. She continued to sing the song until it came to the instrumental part.

“Give it up for my dancers!” She told the crowd, causing everyone to cheer. “And for my wonderful band,” she added, gesturing to the musicians on the stage with her. “And one more time, for yourselves, thank you Brooklyn.” She bowed to the audience. When she raised her head again, she caught sight of Harin’s poster, looking down to see her member. “Oh my fucking god!” She exclaimed, genuinely shocked. “What are you doing here?” She asked excitedly.

“I’m here to watch my Fanny Pack,” Harin answered, causing the crowd to look at her, some people cheering when they recognised her, others struggling to.

“Guys, um… Oh my gosh, Harin’s here,” Tiffany announced, causing the venue to erupt in cheers. She walked to where Harin was standing and crouched down on the stage. “You should’ve told me you were here,” she complained, “we could’ve sung Run Devil Run together.”

“Babes, when I tell you I burst into tears when you sang that song, I mean it,” Harin admitted with a laugh.

“Aw, were you ugly crying?”

Harin stopped laughing. “I have dignity. I would never ugly cry in public. I’m so offended, right now.”

Tiffany squealed. “Girl, come on stage right now!” She looked at one of the security guards by the stage. “Can you open the barrier for her?”

The guard opened the barrier, letting Harin through before closing it again. As Harin walked onto the stage, she caught a glimpse of Samatha’s group’s shocked expressions, causing her to laugh. Making her way on stage, she hugged Tiffany tightly when they reached each other.

“I’ve missed you so fucking much! Oh my god,” Tiffany said when they pulled apart. She watched as the drummer passed her a microphone. “Is this why all of you have a mic on you? Because you knew she was coming?”

“Everybody knew, but you darling,” Harin told her.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. Oh my god, I need to introduce you to my little group,” she said, remembering the group of friends she was standing next to.

“For those of you who can’t understand her accent,” Tiffany started, knowing that Harin wasn’t going to repeat herself in a clearer tone, “she said that she’s gonna introduce me to her little group.”

Harin rolled her eyes. “So we’ve got Samantha, Riley, Luke, Maddie and Anna,” she said, pointing at the different people, who started freaking out. “You’re Maddie’s favourite member.”

“Aw, thank you Maddie.” Tiffany put a hand over her chest. “I hope you enjoyed today’s concert, as chaotic as this ending is.” She looked at Harin. “You do know what you being here means, right?”

“I don’t, sorry.”

“We have to sing Into The New World!” Harin stared at Tiffany blankly, causing the singer to sigh. “You don’t remember the lyrics, do you?”

The crowd started laughing as Harin thought. “Saranghae and then…”

“Just Google it, oh my god.”

“Cool.” Harin pulled her phone out, searching for the lyrics to the song. “Okay, you start singing, I’ll do the harmony.”

“Okay.” Tiffany started singing the chorus, Harin joining in to do the harmony that she and Seohyun do in the studio version. When they were done, Tiffany smiled as she addressed the audience, “Okay, um… Thank you for coming to the concert today, guys. I love you so much and goodnight!” The two women bowed before walking off stage, Harin looking back to make sure that she had all of her things.

When they reached backstage, Tiffany took off her microphone and talked with the staff members. Harin hung back, standing against the wall as she took photos of her member. After finishing speaking with the staff, Tiffany went to Harin’s side, leading her member to her dressing room.

“Make yourself comfortable,” she said, switching on the light. “Would you like water or anything?” She asked, going to a mini fridge in the corner of the room. She pulled out two bottles of water, holding one of them up in question.

“Yeah, thanks.” Harin nodded, sitting down on the small couch in the room.

Tiffany nodded, going to sit down next to Harin and handing her water. “So, how’s life?” She asked, shimmying her shoulders.

“Good! Wrapped The Eternals safely, visited Harrison and when I go back to Korea, I’m gonna have dinner with Dongwook’s parents.”

“Why would you have dinner with Dongwook sunbaenim’s p–” Tiffany’s eyes opened comically wide as she gasped. “You guys are back together?” She shrieked.

Harin bit her lip, fighting a smile. “Yeah. We got together again early this year. Seeing each other so often… brought up some emotions. Anyways, today isn’t about me. It’s about this girl I know, who just performed in the Brooklyn Steel. Do you know her?” She asked, Tiffany gradually blushing the more Harin spoke. “I think I’m in a group with her, but I can’t really remember h–”

“Okay, okay, okay!” Tiffany interrupted. “You wanna change the topic, I got it,” she playfully rolled her eyes. “But thank you so much for being here,” she thanked, voice full of gratitude. “It means a lot. Seriously.”

Harin rolled her eyes. “Of course I came! I love seeing the members doing their things. It wasn’t even a question of whether I was going to come or not, you know that right?”

“Totally,” Tiffany said, giving Harin her signature eye smile. “Ah! I’ve missed you so much!”

Harin nodded, untwisting the lid of her water bottle. “It has been way too long,” she agreed. “Should we end the hiatus?” She asked, referring to the hiatus that Girls’ Generation was on.

“We should, right? It’s just not, like, the same without the members. It’s still fun, but it’s kind of lonely,” Tiffany admitted, taking a sip of water.

Harin hummed as she drank her water. “I know what you mean. I was on the phone with Yuri the other day, and we ended up just crying about how much we missed working together… But it’s also very fun, like, doing this by ourselves.”

“Yeah, it’s like… we’re in charge of it? Kinda. Like, instead of the songs being Girls’ Generation’s sound, it’s Tiffany’s sound.”

“Yeah.” Harin sighed. “As sad as it is not having the members around all the time, it’s also very refreshing. Not saying I hate them or anything!” She said, realising how what she was saying sounded. “It just has given me a lot of time to, like, get to know myself better.”

Tiffany nodded enthusiastically. “Me too! Like, I devoted a lot of time to just figuring out who I am, and what I like, and what I need to do when I feel sad. It’s like I’m being myself more instead of, like, limiting myself to make other people comfortable.”

Harin groaned. “We did that a lot. Producer’s would ask us to tone it down, which is understandable because we needed to be palatable to the general public, but we also wanted to just be ourselves. Especially because we didn’t really know who we were.”

“Yeah. I think all of us are figuring out who we are right now. Like we’ve had bits and pieces of ideas of ourselves, but now we’re going in depth and finding out…”

“The nitty gritty,” Harin finished for her friend.

Tiffany clicked her fingers. “Exactly. Like I’ve found out so much about myself and it’s great! Like this is Tiffany Young.”

“We grew up well,” Harin commented, causing Tiffany to snort.

“You sound like your mom,” she explained as she continued laughing.

Harin chuckled before remembering something. “Oh my god, that reminds me!” She picked her bag up from the floor, digging around in it before retrieving a jewellery box. “This is for you.” She handed it to Tiffany, who gasped in surprise.

“Really?” She asked, accepting the box.

“How could they let me come here without a gift for their favourite daughter?” Harin joked, mentioning how her parents see all the members as their kids.

Tiffany opened the box, gasping when she saw a diamond necklace. On top of the necklace, was a note written by Harin’s parents. She read the note, smiling softly. “This is so touching, omo.” She stared at the necklace. “This is totally my style.” Frowning, she sighed. “I’m so thankful. Seriously.”

She suddenly looked up at Harin. “Let’s go live. On Instagram. Just talk with the fans and shit.”

Harin shrugged. “Okay.”

“We should do it on your account because I feel like if they get a notification that you’re live, it’ll be like ‘What the fuck is going on right now?’, you know?” Tiffany asked, closing the jewellery box and placing it next to her on the couch. “But if I went live, it’s like’ Okay–’” she shrugged dismissively– “‘she’s live.’ Like, there’s nothing crazy about it.”

“Okay, okay!” Hair exclaimed, pulling her phone out of her pocket. “We’ll go live on my account.” She unlocked her phone, going to the app. “Where are we gonna put the phone?”

Tiffany looked around the room. “Um, let’s take those chairs–” she pointed at two chairs next to the couch that had her makeup bags on them– “and go to the vanity. We’ll have great lighting.”

The two women moved the makeup bags off of the chairs, moving the chairs to the vanity area. They sat down as Harin started the livestream, chatting amongst themselves as they waited for people to join.

“Everybody’s coming in all at once!” Tiffany noted as she looked at the screen. “This is truly a once in a lifetime event.”

Harin rolled her eyes. “I use Instagram… when I feel like it.”

“But not enough.” Tiffany giggled, before addressing the viewers again, “Hi, everyone.” She waved. “If you were at today’s show then you know Harin was too. And now we’re going live because, why not?” She smiled, crinkling her nose. “How did you arrange everything?”

“I DMed one of the dancers and just asked if she could help me surprise you,” Harin said, “and then she got everybody in on it, I guess. Thank you so much, Delia.”

“Seriously, thank you Delia,” Tiffany echoed, making a heart with her hands. She leaned forward to read some comments. “‘Harin, solo comeback when, queen?’” She read out. “A lot of the comments are asking about new music.”

Harin stared at the screen with a shocked expression. “Um, I’m not really… Like, I haven’t made any plans for one. I’m not really working towards a comeback, as of right now. I just… am focusing on acting and want to work more towards that,” she admitted.

“Okay, then, by what year will you have released more songs?” Tiffany asked. “You gotta give them something to work with.”

“Let’s say… 2021. In two years.” She decided, seeing as the comments sped up. “I’ll make sure to arrange my schedule so that I can comeback in 2021. Just for you, SONE.”

Tiffany cheered. “We have a date, people! Mark your calendars.”

They continued to talk with fans, adding Yoona to the livestream when they noticed she was commenting a lot. There were many times where they had to remind each other that they weren’t on FaceTime whenever one of them almost revealed something private. For the fans watching, it felt like a catchup session with friends.

“I have to go now,” Yoona said with a sigh after forty minutes.

“I should also get going now,” Harin echoed, checking the time.

Tiffany blew a kiss and waved. “Thanks for coming, Yoona.”

Yoona pouted as she waved goodbye to everyone. “Bye, everyone,” she said before leaving the livestream.

“This has been fun, right?” Harin asked. “But now I have to go and I think Tiffany’s also going to have to go, so… Thank you for watching this.” She turned to Tiffany. “What do you say when you end a livestream?”

Tiffany burst out laughing, much to Harin’s confusion. “Just say bye!”

“Okay, bye everyone!” Harin leaned forward as she tried to end the livestream. “Is this the one?” She wondered as she pressed a button, groaning when the camera flipped instead of ending the stream. “Bloody flipped it ‘aven’t you?” She muttered, her Goerdie accent coming out thick. “Yah, help me!” She called out to Tiffany, who was laughing at her member’s struggle. Eventually, Tiffany helped Harin end the livestream.

“It was lovely seeing you, my lover,” Harin said as she stood by the door when she had collected her bag. “Until next time.”

Tiffany stepped forward, engulfing her friend in a hug. “Until next time,” she said, squeezing Harin tightly. They pulled apart soon after. “Wait, don’t forget your poster.” She moved to fetch the poster Harin made, but was stopped by her voice.

“Keep it. To remember me by.”

Tiffany groaned. “You’re so dramatic, oh my gosh.” She waved goodbye to her member. “Bye, Harin.”

“Bye, babe. I’ll text you when I get to my hotel.”

“Please do.”

“Yeah.”

Harin walked out of the building, catching a taxi back to her hotel. Just as she promised, she texted Tiffany when she arrived at the hotel. As she lay in bed after doing her night time routine, she scrolled through Twitter, seeing all of the tweets people had tagged her in. She liked some, and retweeted some, laughing to herself when she saw a specific one.

luke’s holiday night @scrtlovesong

can’t believe i was sitting next to my queen @jangharin_ and didn’t realise it

Harin @jangharin_

Honey, I’m everywhere

Harin Commented:

@scrtlovesong: can��t believe i was sitting next to my queen @jangharin_ and didn’t realise it

tagging: @moongrlz

©️ jang harin

[artaxlivs]

Hi! I know I don’t follow you but I still think you’re super amazing and you said anyone could do an ask so if you’re up to it..

Treat?!

No hard nos but if you’re up for fluff, I could use something cheery and cute :D

Fluff and laughter and a sprinkle (or a tsunami) of smut are my thing! So fluff it is!

Someone's knocking on his door. Clint loves this part. He grabs the bowl of candy and yanks open the door, ready to cheer over the kids costumes.

"Bucky? What are you doing here?" They've been doing this flirty thing where they don't call them dates but they go out for coffee or pizza and Bucky doesn't talk much but Clint talks enough for both of them. It's not anything more than friendship with delusions of dating yet but Clint's hoping.

Bucky lifts an eyebrow, eyes trailing over Clint's costume. He suddenly feels a little foolish.

"What are you supposed to be?"

"Uh...I'm-uh, I'm Green Arrow. From...you know from Star City. He's a...a superhero..." Clint fiddles with the frankly ridiculous amount of buckles on his costume. Why does Green Arrow wear a costume with so little give?

"Isn't that-kinda..I don't know..." Bucky's eyes follow Clint's fingers and then he finishes flatly, "...weird?"

Snorting, Clint nods, "Yeah, probably. But I thought it would be funny, since everyone mistakes me for him anyway. Like, tongue in cheek, you know?"

"Why would anyone mistake you for Green Arrow? His costume's dumb. A green hood? Who does he think he is, Robin Hood?" Bucky scoffs and Clint realizes he's still standing in the hallway so he backs up, waves him in.

Before he shuts the door there's a clamor of children's voices and Simone yelling "Incoming Clint!" Just before a herd of children come to a stop in front of his open door.

"Oh man! You guys look great! What do we have here?" Clint grabs a handful of candy and dumps it in the first bucket, "A teenage mutant ninja turtle? Donatello - he's my favorite!" he grabs another handful as that kid shuffles away and another takes his place, "And Elsa? Don't make me sing, I always cry on the high notes!" He drops the handful in her pillowcase. There's about eight or none of them and he goes through each, exclaiming excitedly over each one.

He almost closes the door before he sees the last one, tucked to the side of the jamb, "Hey there, did you get any candy?" The kid is kind of in shadow and most of his costume is black, his head is tucked down and he's scuffing one worn black boot on the floor next to his still empty pillowcase. He's probably gotten missed at the other apartments because he was too quiet to speak up before the doors shut.

Clint squats down and the kid scoots into the light. He's wearing a Winter Solider costume. Clint's eyes twinkle and he glances back at Bucky to make sure he sees it. "Bucky Barnes, huh? Can I tell you a secret?" The kid nods but doesn't look up, still clutching the empty bag in white knuckles. "The Winter Solider is my absolute favorite superhero. And he's pretty quiet, too, kinda shy around big crowds. Likes to look before he leaps, you know? You mind telling me your name?"

The kid looks up through thick eyelashes, "Bethany."

Clint smiles, chastises himself for assuming the kid was a boy, "Well, Bethany, can you open your bag for me?" She does, still white knuckling it as Clint upends the entire bowl into the bag, "Happy Halloween kiddo, be safe out there." She gives him a little smile and runs back down the hallway toward the group. Clint can hear Simone hustling them to the next floor.

When he turns back around, letting the door shut behind him, Clint finds Bucky still staring at where Bethany had been standing, "You didn't tell her to be brave or speak up."

Clint shrugs, "She will when she's ready. Or when she needs to. Or maybe never. It's no one else's right to tell her how to be." Bucky nods at that and Clint says, "Sooo...did you come over to hand out candy?"

"I wanted to know if you wanted to watch a movie and gorge ourselves on Halloween candy." He smiles at the empty bucket, "We might have to go rob some trick or treaters for that, though."

"Nahhhh," Clint grins, pulling another bag out of the cabinet, "secret stash."

They watch Frozen. Clint does, in fact, cry on the high notes. And he manages to not make a big deal about it when Bucky leans in close and rests his head on Clint's shoulder.

[house-of-galathynius]

Take Me Away

A little smutty one-shot for everyone, inspired by the fan who kissed Matty from the 1975! @rowanaelinn I hope this is good enough... 😈

Warnings: NSFW

Word Count: 3.2k 

~

Rowan was tired. That’s what he felt as he switched his white t-shirt to a black button down shirt— purposely leaving the top few undone to expose his chest. He sighed as he ran his hands through his hair to try and make it look purposely ruffled— noticing the bags under his eyes and the thinness of his cheeks.

It was the last gig of his bands tour. They’d played every city in the country— some more than once— and he was exhausted. He hated the the crazy fans who followed him to his tour bus, the ones who would wait outside hotels or restaurants. He was never interested in them and just wanted to be left alone. But there was a certain lifestyle that came with this profession, and for the sake of his band and maybe himself, he made an effort to play along.

Lorcan poked his head around his dressing room door, his own hair let loose down his back and his printed tee tight across his torso. “Two minutes, Rowan.”

Lorcan had been with Rowan since the band had started three years ago. He’d stayed even though he hated the fame and wanted to just be invisible— living his life with Elide in the countryside, raising kids and animals and just being. But Rowan had needed his friend; if not for moral support, for the fact that Lorcan was the best fucking drummer on the entire continent.

Rowan gave up on trying to sort out his mess of a head and followed his friend out to the long hallway that eventually led to the side of the stage. He attempted a smile as he let an assistant set his microphone and earplugs up— ignoring her suggestive smile and lingering touches.

Their other bandmate, Fenrys grimaced. “Rowan, man. It’s the last fucking show of the tour, at least try to look happy about it.”

Lorcan laughed. “Fen, he’s been moping since Lyria dumped him six months ago. He won’t be happy until he’s had a beer and a good fuck.”

Rowan rolled his eyes. “I’ll take the beer. But there’s no woman that has even vaguely interested me.” He readjusted his earplugs, “they’re all groupies who just want to say they’ve fucked a celebrity.”

Fenrys’ eyes widened. “And the problem is? What guy would complain about having hundreds of girls willing to jump into bed with them? You’re fucking insane, Whitethorn.”

“You’ve seen the type that hang around us. They’re not exactly…” he trailed off, not sure how to describe the girls. Of course, he knew that his friends were right. He needed to just get it out of his system and take a girl home.

Lorcan handed him a glass— a mysterious clear liquid in it. His friend noticed his hesitation and sighed, “it’s vodka. Drink it all and have a good fucking time.”

~

The crowd went wild as they stepped out onto the stage. Their screams filling his ears and it took everything in him not to wince at the noise. Instead he smiled wide and waved to them. He found the microphone in the centre of the stage and pulled it from the stand, bringing it to his lips and shouting to the crowds, hyping them up as they began to play their first song.

Rowan always lost himself in the music and the performing. It’s what kept him going, the passion he had for it was what prevented him from quitting. And maybe sometimes he did like the cheers of the crowd, the way they’d sing along to each song and scream when he’d speak. It was satisfying in a strange way.

The lights that shone into the crowd were bright but Rowan still tried to pick out people from the crowd— making jokes with them and chatting like they were friends in between songs. It had been a normal thing for him to do throughout the tour and there were occasions he enjoyed the conversations he’d have.

During his next song he searched the crowd for people, never quite sure what exactly he was looking for. Perhaps someone who was a bit too drunk who would make the crowd laugh, or a couple who were celebrating an anniversary— or maybe just a woman who would catch his attention and make him feel something again.

The song finished and he hyped the crowd up, talking and laughing with them easily. He was turning back to the stage when he paused… his eyes focusing onto a flash of golden hair. His gaze followed it and his chest tightened as he saw the most beautiful woman pushing her way to the front. She was smiling wide towards the stage, her phone waving in her hand— text that was too small for him to read on the screen.

Rowan couldn’t take his eyes off of her, even as he transitioned into the next song and she began her dance again, her hair wild around her, sweat beading down her chest. She was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. She waved the phone at him again, moving perfectly in time with the beat, her hips swaying and head bobbing to the song. He was high on performing, the shots he had done before coming on starting to hit him; which was why he didn’t think about it when he jumped down from the stage; wincing as he landed a little too hard, but striding to the fence separating the crowd and gesturing to her.

He battled with the other fans going crazy at his proximity, only focusing on the stunning, wild-haired woman who had captured him. He waved her forward, the crowd slightly parting, but not enough. He pointed to her phone and she grinned, holding it up higher. He squinted to read the words and then he laughed.

Should we make out?

His stomach tightened. She was beautiful, and it had been so long since he’d been this captivated by a woman.

Lorcan and Fenrys were keeping the crowd busy as he gestured for her to come forward with a wink and a smirk. Except he didn’t wait to see if she did what he said, climbing back up onto the stage and continuing his set. He glanced down once and he felt his heart speed up as the golden haired angel was being lifted over the fence. Rowan was grinning as he extended his hand to her and then pulling her up onto stage alongside him.

He had no fucking clue what he was doing. He’d seen her in the crowd and thought she was stunning. And now he had her on stage and she was still swaying to the music, singing along. Unfazed at the change of scenery.

He felt a pull towards her, like the universe needed him to be closer. He followed her step for step. Closing the gap between them, then his arm finding it’s way around her waist and the hand with the mic in it, lifting to her mouth. She sang with such confidence and carelessness that Rowan found himself utterly mesmerised. She was laughing and he found himself smiling with her.

Fenrys started his guitar solo and Rowan took the moment to lean in closer, his mouth going to her ear, “want to make out?” He chuckled.

She pulled back a centimetre, mischief in her eyes and she nodded once. Rowan had never done anything like this in his life, he’d never brought a girl on stage— he’d spent his entire career trying not to bring attention to his love life (or lack thereof). But this girl… she was intoxicating.

The crowd were screaming and cheering and he took his hand to cradle one side of her face and then with absolutely no hesitation, he leant in and pressed his lips against hers.

They were soft and warm and tasted like cherries. She was delicious and magnetic and he couldn’t pull away. All Rowan could do was bring her in closer, his hand tightening on her face, his mouth slanting against hers to deepen the kiss. She was more than receptive and opened her mouth to let him in and their tongues brushed and he almost groaned at the feel of it all.

And then she was pulling away, stumbling back a few steps. Her hand went to her mouth and she was laughing again, eyes alight with amusement. Rowan blinked and then he was smiling too and following her, gripping her hands and pulling her into him. The screaming fans and world around him faded away and it was just him and the golden haired goddess.

“Go off to the side. Wait for me.” Rowan growled into her ear. His veins were thrumming with excitement. He gripped her bare arms and finally surveyed her properly. The slinky black dress that she wore, the way it dipped precariously low, the swell of her breasts peaking out.  

Holy rutting Gods.

He could feel himself getting hard imagining what was underneath it. He imagined having her up against a wall or spread out on the sofa in his dressing room. He thought about the way he would feel beneath her and the sounds she would make as he took her to heaven.

The girl looked at him with a glint in her eyes. She didn’t say a word to him as a security guy came to help her off the stage. Rowan gave him a look that said don’t let her go anywhere.

Rowan was in a daze as he finished the set and thanked the crowd for coming. He didn’t remember hugging his bandmates and bowing at the end, laughing.

All he remembered was seeing the fiery woman leaning against a wall. She held a beer in one hand and her phone in the other. She was staring at him as he moved towards her. There were no words exchanged as Rowan walked straight past her, knowing that she was following him wherever he went.

His room was empty when he roughly opened the door. The girl had followed him just like he’d thought and she quietly closed it behind her. She took a long swig of her beer and then tossed the bottle in the trash beside her, looking around the room curiously.

“So this is the famous Rowan Whitethorn’s dressing room.” She mused.

“What’s your name?” He said, ignoring her comment.

She grinned. “Aelin.”

Aelin. It suited her.

The two of them watched the other. There was plenty of space between them but all Rowan could feel was the pull of her. Like they were magnets. It was only a matter of time before they would come together.

“What did you bring me back here for, Rowan?”

He rose a brow.

“I’m not just some groupie who will spread her legs for any celebrity, you know. No matter how hot they are.”

Rowan stepped closer. “And yet you held your phone up asking if we could make out.”

Aelin stood her ground, even as he moved another step towards her.

“Why did you agree to come back here then?”

She cocked her head. “Maybe I just wanted to talk.”

He could see the rise and fall of her chest quicken. Her breasts were tempting him. He could rip her dress down and take them in his mouth. He could close the distance between them and snake his hand beneath her legs and feel how wet she was for him. He could play with her until she was writhing and coming and begging him to fuck her.

“I don’t think that’s why you came at all.” His voice had turned gravelly— partly from the singing— but mostly from the utter desire he had for her. All he could think about was her naked and ready. He wanted to fuck her hard and fast. He wanted to hear the sounds she would make as he slipped into her.

Aelin tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. The act was so timid and innocent that it made his cock twitch.

“Why did I come?”

Wasn’t that a loaded question.

Rowan couldn’t wait any longer. He closed the gap between them, backing Aelin up against the wall leaving her with nowhere to go. She was so much smaller than he was, his body towering over her. But he liked the control, he liked having the upper hand.

Aelin did not say anything as Rowan bent his head down, his mouth brushed her neck and she shivered. “I think you know exactly why you came here.”

Her head tilted to the side allowing him more access. He didn’t hesitate to take the offer. He peppered kisses over the soft skin, nipping her ear and then leaving a mark on her neck where he had sucked, almost groaning at the taste of her.

“I didn’t want to assume, you know.”

Rowan laughed darkly. She was a little liar. But he didn’t care. He kissed her cheek and then the corner of her mouth before finally sealing her lips with his. He wasn’t careful or gentle. His lips attacked her own and they were like animals as Rowan’s hand slid down her waist and to her bare thigh, lifting it to come around his own waist. His other hand tangled itself in her hair and he pressed himself against her. They kissed like their lives depended on it and she was moaning under him.

He dropped her leg and he used his free hand to slip it under the flimsy fabric of her dress. A jolt of delight went through him when he brushed her centre and realised she hadn’t put on any underwear. He broke away from kissing her and she was already staring at him with mischief in her eyes— like she had planned this whole thing.

“You naughty girl.” He laughed.

She shrugged, like this was a normal thing. Like she always seduced men like this. “Are we going to fuck or not?”

Rowan didn’t know what to do with her. She was unlike any woman he had ever encountered and every word out of her mouth was a pleasant surprise. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“I didn’t take off my panties and kiss you on stage just to come in here and talk.”

There was a second where the air in the room seemed to pause, time seemed to stop. And then everything was moving at double speed.

Aelin was ripping open the few buttons he did have done up, tearing off his shirt and throwing on the floor. Rowan was bunching up her dress, his hands were squeezing her ass and then sliding to her front. His finger dragged up her centre and she was so wet. His finger was dripping as he brought it between them and put it to his mouth, sucking off her juices before returning it between them and containing his assault.

Aelin was fumbling with his belt and then the button of his jeans before she was pulling down his trousers and underwear at once, letting his cock spring free. He was hard as rock and he didn’t stop her as she got down on her knees before him, her hand coming around his base, the other pulling her hair back. Then her mouth was coming over him, licking his tip and then with one swift movement taking him into her entirely. She was warm and wet and her tongue was torturing him as she sucked him, her head bobbing up and down as she pleasured him. He groaned when he hit the back of her throat and couldn’t stop himself as he put a hand on the back of her head and pulled her forward, directing her as she devoured him.

Rowan was too close. He pulled Aelin away and with little care for gentleness, yanked her up so that he could kiss her hard and lead her to the sofa. He kicked off his trousers and shoes and helped Aelin lift her own dress off of her. Her breasts were perfect, her nipples stiff peaks as he pinched them between his fingers then sucked them hard, letting them go with little pops. Aelin allowed him to pull her down with him; Rowan sitting on the sofa and then Aelin coming to perch atop him. She ground against his length and they both sighed in pleasure. Her pussy was soaking and she slid across him easily.

“Condom?” She asked breathlessly.

Rowan just nodded and thanked the gods that Fenrys had thrown some in his dressing room earlier that day. He leant to the side and fumbled in the bag next to him until his hands came across the foil packet. It didn’t take him any time at all to rip it open with his teeth, Aelin moving to the side so he could slide it down.

“I want you on top.” He growled out.

Aelin didn’t argue as she came back over him. Her naked body positioned itself over him and with absolutely no resistance, slipped down onto his rock hard length.

Rowan was dying. Or maybe he wasn’t. All he could feel was her tight around him. His cock filling her all the way and the way her hands gripped his shoulders tightly as she rose above him and then slowly sank back down. She felt divine. Her head fell forwards and he found her mouth, kissing her with a ferocity that surprised even himself. Aelin kept moving on him, her hips rolling so that she rubbed against him too. Rowan started to meet her half way, his own hips jerking upwards as she came down, the resulting slap of skin music to his ears.

They found their rhythm easily and he was moaning out her name and she was crying out at every thrust.

This must be what heaven feels like, he thought.

“Fuck me harder.” She ground out.

Rowan didn’t need to be told.

He gripped her waist and flipped them over so that she was lying on her back now. Her hair splayed around her, her cheeks flushed and eyes closed as Rowan thrust into her once again. He was a savage as he pounded into her, his hand going to her neck. Seeing her bare before him, his hand on her throat and the feel of her clenching around him was enough to send him over the edge.

His last thrusts were hard and fast as he started to come undone inside her.

And just as they were reaching their climax, their moans syncing together. The door to the room flung open.

“Get the fuck out.” Rowan didn’t even look, still buried deep inside Aelin as he growled out the words. The door promptly shut and he could hear the surprised laughter through it.

Aelin was laughing underneath him too, she was flushed from her orgasm and her neck red from where he had held. But she was beautiful and Rowan was already hardening inside her. There was absolutely no way he was ever going to let her go— at least not tonight.

So he gathered her in his arms, setting her on her feet and then handing her the discarded dress, Rowan pulling on his own clothes too. Before gripping her hand and pulling her to the door.

“Where are we going?” She asked, breathless.

“A place where I can fuck you all night with no interruptions.” He glanced behind to Aelin, “unless you’d rather go home and pleasure yourself?”

She chuckled. “Take me away, Rowan Whitethorn.”

~

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[oliverreedmasterass]

Starcatchers 1x2 - Waited All Your Life

Synopsis: In the second episode of Starcatchers, the members of Greta Van Fleet deal with loss: Josh loses his beloved notebook (which Sam attempts to find) and Jake and Danny get hopelessly lost in the woods.

Words: 6.7k

Warnings: reference to cannibalism, sad Josh, Jake not Respecting the Pouch™, Bigfoot, the Kraken

Notes: EVERYONE GIVE ALEX (@jmkho) SO MUCH LOVE FOR THE TITLE AND ADDISON (@starcatcherkiszka) FOR THE ORIGINAL IDEA!!! 🫶🫶🫶

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Josh wakes up in a well-kept, rustic-themed bedroom with a deep yawn and a wide smile. Sunlight floods in through the windows and birds can be heard in the distance singing their morning songs. Josh carefully folds his sheets down to his feet, revealing a fancy pair of silk pajamas, and slides out of bed to admire the stunning view of the Great Smoky Mountains. In high spirits, Josh begins to whistle along with the birds, joining their jovial songs. He’s basically a Disney princess. 

Across the hall Jake’s alarm goes off, playing a loud guitar solo that may or may not be something he recorded himself. Jake is laying on the wrong end of his bed, so his foot slams down on his phone like it’s an actual alarm clock. This does nothing to turn the phone off. Despite this, Jake continues to bang his foot on the phone before eventually giving up and kicking it against the wall, cutting off the sound. Jake lets out a deep groan and curls up under his covers, like a dragon retreating into his cave. 

Next door Danny is startled awake by Jake’s rattling snores. He glares at the wall and attempts to press his pillow over his head to drown out the sound, to no avail. Danny huffs, rolls out of bed, and raps his fist on the wall a couple of times. This only makes Jake snore louder. Danny lets out a frustrated groan, and scans around his room. A clock reveals that it is 6am. Danny perks up with a revelation and hustles to his backpack, where he pulls out his pair of in-ears. He pops them in and happily falls back asleep. 

Down the hall from Danny, Sam is nowhere to be found in his room. The camera pans around in confusion, trying to find him. It eventually lands on him, standing upright and stiff as a board on the balcony wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks, goggles, and flippers. The camera moves closer and it becomes evident that he is sleep-talking. 

SAM: I’m ready to fight the Kraken. Put me in, coach, I wanna bop ‘im in the schnoz. 

Sam gives a few half-assed punches as he continues to sleep. 

JOSH: [singing loudly as he passes down the hallway] Rise and shine! Adventure awaits, boys! 

Groans sound from all of the rooms except for Sam’s. 

SAM: The only thing that will rise is my fist to your face, tentacle boy! 

Starcatchers Theme/Opening Titles

[acoustic theme song with a harmonica] 

From the fires we emerged anew, 

Singing, playing rock and roll, 

Reviving a genre just for you. 

Across the globe we traveled far

Recruiting an army of peace, 

Enchanting crowds with our guitar. 

A battle ensued at the Gardens Gate

And we preserved the gift of nature, 

Standing up against a culture of hate.  

We are the Starcatchers, reaching for the sky, 

Discovering words of wisdom to live by. 

We deliver a message from the heavens above:

Live your legend through the intelligence of love. 

[end theme] 

The members of Greta Van Fleet sit around the dining room table, sipping Capri Sun pouches. 

JAKE: You need to stop eating chocolate before you go to bed, Sam. 

SAM: I don’t think chocolate is what’s making these dreams so realistic. 

JOSH: You’re right, there has to be something seriously wrong with you. I mean, who gears up for a scuba expedition and sleeps standing upright for 7 hours? 

DANNY: Your brother does, that’s who. 

SAM: (into his pouch) It made sense at the time. 

JAKE: I’m sure it did, Sammy. (around to the rest of the table) We’ve got a big day ahead of us, Van Fleeters. 

DANNY: I thought we agreed we weren’t gonna call each other that. 

JAKE: It’s cool. 

JOSH: I, for one, hate it. It sounds like we’re afraid of vans. 

SAM: Wouldn’t be too far off for you with your eighteen wheelers though, would it, Josh?

JOSH: Quiet…

JAKE: (ignoring the banter) We have to get another song down in the books by the end of the week, otherwise we’re gonna get in trouble with “The Man.” At least, that’s what our manager told me. Could be the Kool Aid Man, could be Iron Man, I don’t know, but it didn’t sound good. 

JOSH: Well I, for one, have to design all of my jumpsuits for our next tour. I’ve seen some stunning visions in my dreams that I’m looking forward to bringing to life. 

SAM: Were you, by chance, standing when you had those dreams?

DANNY: I think we might need to start strapping you into your bed at night, Sam. 

Sam looks like he isn’t entirely opposed to that idea. Danny looks at him in disbelief. He was joking. 

JOSH: Actually, I should probably sketch one of them out now while it’s still fresh in my mind. It’s a jumpsuit for you, Jake! I think you’ll love it. 

JAKE: (darkly) I doubt it. 

JOSH: I’m gonna grab my notebook! 

Josh jumps from his seat and does a cartwheel out of the room. 

SAM: I think you would look good in a jumpsuit, Jake. 

JAKE: I think you would look good with my foot up your butt, Sam. 

DANNY: That’s a terrible comeback, Jake. 

From the next room over, Josh lets out an agonizing shriek, as if he just discovered Mr. Boddy dead in the study with a lead pipe. Jake, Sam, and Danny hurry to find Josh on his knees in the center of the living room, clutching at his face in despair. 

SAM: Oh god, did Rosie piss buckets in your slippers again? 

JOSH: (whimpering) It’s my notebook. 

DANNY: You lost it? 

Josh nods his head sadly. 

JAKE: You hardly looked for it, dude. 

JOSH: I have a photographic memory. I vividly recall placing it on that table right there last night before I went to bed. 

Josh points at the coffee table next to him. It’s empty, with the exception of a few Capri Sun pouches sucked dry, Rosie’s leash, and a Bop It. Jake absently grabs the Bop It and starts to play with it while Josh continues to wallow in his misery. 

DANNY: We’re the only ones who have been here, Josh. Are you sure you didn’t put it somewhere else? 

BOP IT: Twist it! 

Jake twists the Bop It as he moves to the beat of the canned music. 

SAM: (suddenly wearing a Sherlock Holmes-esque hat with a pipe and magnifying glass) No need to fear, dear civilian, this is a case for Detective Kiszka to crack open, just like a cold one. 

BOP IT: Pull it! 

Jake pulls the Bop It. 

JAKE: Yoink!  

SAM: (continuing) I’ve cleared the JFK assassination case, I proved that the moon landing was fake, my list of accolades extends farther than the eye can see. 

The camera zooms in on Danny, who is rolling his eyes in the background. 

BOP IT: Bop it! 

Jake slams his hand on the center button of the Bop It. 

JAKE: That’s what I’m talkin’ about! 

SAM: (to Josh) When your grief subsides, poor soul, I would love to meet over tea so we can discuss your relationship to this notebook, and your speculations as to where it could have gone. 

Josh gives a shrug. 

JOSH: You can pencil me in for after 7 today. 

Sam nods with understanding and pulls a ballpoint pen from his back pocket, licking its tip before writing a note on the back of his hand. Just visible on his hand is the note, Meet w/ crybaby @ 7. 

BOP IT: Pull it! 

JAKE: (in the background) Ohhhhh yeahhhhhh!

SAM: I’ve got you booked to find your notebook. Or, notebooked to find your notebook.  

As Sam talks, the camera focuses on his tongue, which now has a massive blue ink splotch in the center of it. He’s one hell of a detective. 

JOSH: I’ll have you know I didn’t find that funny at all, Detective Kiszka. 

BOP IT: Twist it! Bop it! Pull it! 

Jake is actually kind of nailing the Bop It. Even though Josh is still beside himself, he joins Sam and Danny as they watch Jake. 

BOP IT: (faster) Pull it! Bop it! Twist it! Bop it! Pull it! Pull it! Pull it! 

JAKE: What the? 

BOP IT: Pull it! Pull it! Pull it! 

DANNY: Dude, I think you broke my Bop It. 

BOP IT: Pull it! Pull it! Pull it! 

JAKE: It’s a trick, he’s trying to throw me off guard. 

BOP IT: Pull it! Pull it! [beat] Bop it! 

JAKE: HA! You can’t fool me, tiny man! 

SAM: (holding his magnifying glass up to Jake) Tiny man? 

JAKE: (still playing with the Bop It) Yeah, the tiny guy who lives inside this toy and tells me what to do next.

Sam, Danny, and Josh stare blankly at one another. It’s apparent they are all hoping Jake is kidding. Jake focuses back on the toy, indicating that he was, in fact, not kidding. 

BOP IT: Bop it! 

JAKE: I met him in a dream once. His name is Fergus. 

SAM: When you woke up from that dream, were you standing, by any chance? 

DANNY: Again, Sam, I think that’s a “you” problem. 

Sam slumps his shoulders. Across the room, Josh has thrown himself dramatically on the carpeted floor, holding the back of his hand up to his forehead in exasperation. 

JOSH: Oh, my dear notebook! What am I supposed to do? That’s where I keep all my sketches and lyrics, I’m nothing without it! 

DANNY: How about this? I’ll go and grab us all a nice breakfast to try and get this day back on track so we can work on that song. Jake, you’re coming with me. 

BOP IT: Twist it! 

JAKE: (under breath to himself) Aw yeah. [beat] Wait, why me? 

DANNY: Sam needs some space to do his detective work. 

Danny winks at Sam, who brightens at his suggestion. Detective Kiszka is about to be on the case, and whoo boy, is he gonna sleuth hard. 

JAKE: (saluting) Aye aye, captain. 

BOP IT: Twist it! 

Jake twists the Bop It and the camera zooms in on the center of the toy, zooming back out to reveal that the Bop It is still in Jake’s hands as he sits in the backseat of Danny’s car while Danny drives. 

JAKE: I think I’m gonna beat my high score of 12. 

Jake continues playing. Please take note that, for the rest of the script (until noted) Jake will be playing the Bop It with the sound in the background of all conversations. 

DANNY: Trust me, I think you’re far past that. 

JAKE: Boy, I hope so. 

DANNY: I hate to ask this, but could you navigate for me? I would, but my GPS is broken and I don’t know how to get out of the woods to the grocery store. 

JAKE: Hmm? Oh yeah, for sure. 

DANNY: I was thinking of grabbing some Pop Tarts to lift Josh’s mood.

Jake completes a really challenging pattern on the Bop It. 

JAKE: Yes! 

DANNY: I’m glad you agree. So should I turn up here? 

Jake once again revels in his success with the Bop It. He’s really on a roll now. 

JAKE: YES! 

DANNY: I love the enthusiasm.

Danny turns the steering wheel and an overhead shot shows Danny’s car driving down a long and rural dirt road. That shot matches a painting of a similar landscape hanging on the wall of the cabin’s living room, where Sam and Josh are sitting. Sam is still equipped with his detective gear while Josh sits with an oversized fuzzy blanket wrapped around him. 

SAM: I’m going to ask you a few questions. You may find some to be a tad bit invasive, but I ask that you answer them with as much detail and transparency as you can afford. 

JOSH: (sniffling) I’ll try my best, Detective. 

SAM: First, do you believe dreams can serve as portals to other dimensions? 

JOSH: Uh, what does that have to do with my notebook? 

SAM: Nothing, it’s just something that’s been troubling me lately. When I woke up this morning, I was soaked wet.  

JOSH: Maybe Rosie isn’t the only one who pisses buckets? 

Sam chooses to ignore Josh’s comment.

SAM: Anyways, when was the last time you saw your notebook? Give me the exact time: this is crucial so I can study the moon charts to get more clues. 

JOSH: I would say 10:48. 

Sam writes this note down on his hand, below his note about Josh’s appointment time, which is already smudged. 

SAM: Why, might you presume, would someone be motivated to take your notebook? 

JOSH: I have some pretty cool drawings in there, I guess. My shading has gotten really good in the past year. 

SAM: Yeah, it has. Now, sir, is there anyone who you might suspect would go out of their way to cause you harm, such as stealing your own personal possessions? 

JOSH: Well, Jake can be mean sometimes. 

SAM: Has he shown any signs of hostility towards you recently? 

Josh has a flashback of Jake sucking down a Capri Sun the day before, blowing it back up through the straw, and putting the pouch on the floor in front of his raised foot. Josh screams at him in terror that he has to Respect the Pouch™, but Jake gives him a devious grin and slams his foot down, creating a deafening popping sound. Josh shrieks and flails for cover, only peeking from behind the couch when he thinks the coast is clear. Jake is unscathed, laughing hard at Josh. 

JOSH: Not more than usual. 

SAM: Is there anyone else you can think of? 

JOSH: Not really. I’m a pretty likable person. I’ve been told that I have the personality of a cult leader. 

Sam nods. Josh has a point. 

SAM: Well, that should do it for my questioning. I’ll start to investigate the perimeter while my highly intellectual brain fits the pieces of this puzzle together. 

JOSH: Huh, that was fast. 

Sam leaves Josh to head outside so his investigation can commence. As Sam opens and shuts the front door, Danny does the same with his car, out in the middle of literally nowhere. 

DANNY: (on the brink of panicking, calling back to Jake, who is still in the backseat) I thought you were gonna give me directions? 

Jake is still fully engaged in the Bop It. 

JAKE: Huh? 

DANNY: Directions, Jake! Directions! You told me yes when I asked you if I should turn, and now we’re out in the middle of nowhere! 

BOP IT: Pull it! 

Jake pulls the Bop It. 

JAKE: Yes. 

Danny pulls out his phone to try and call Sam, but then squints down at the screen. He has no service. He groans and gets back in the car and tries to start the engine, but it stalls and then pitters out. 

DANNY: Oh my god. This is bad, this is really, really bad. Jake, do you have your phone on you? 

JAKE: Nope. Left it at the cabin. 

BOP IT: Twist it! 

Danny clutches at his head in despair and jumps out from the front seat, taking a lap around his car, looking at the area surrounding them. It’s a lot of trees, and not a whole lot of grocery stores. 

DANNY: We can’t be that far away from the cabin. We’ve only been driving for (checks his watch and then pales) thirty minutes. 

JAKE: Maybe Fergus can tell us what we need to do. 

BOP IT: Bop it! 

JAKE: You gotta bop it. 

DANNY: I literally have no clue what that means. 

JAKE: Just, you know, bop it. 

Danny falls back on his butt in the dirt and looks up at the tree tops and the blue sky ahead in disbelief. Things aren’t looking great as far as their survival is concerned. Danny throws his back on the ground with a loud thud. In a matching shot, Sam’s bare feet thump over the dirt in the front yard of their rented cabin. Sam is scanning obscure things like wild mushrooms and snails with his magnifying glass, as if that is going to get him closer to solving the mystery of the missing notebook. Behind him, Josh sits on the steps, wearing oversized sunglasses to hide his tears while theatrically blowing his nose. Sam plods back to Josh’s side. 

SAM: We’ve got a suspect. 

JOSH: By all means, tell me the criminal’s name so I can smack ‘im up Philly style. 

SAM: I don’t know how you know what “Philly style” means, but it’s in my code of conduct that my clients can’t smack up anyone until the case is closed. You’d be surprised how many innocent people get whapped upside the head with no just cause. 

Josh nods, like he follows Sam (he doesn’t). 

SAM: (continued) My speculation may surprise you, but I promise it has merit. (long pause) I believe Bigfoot may have taken your notebook. 

Sam pulls out his phone to play a sound byte of dramatic music. 

JOSH: (standing to his feet to head back inside) That’s crazy talk. 

SAM: No, no, come down here, you have to see this. 

With interest, Josh comes down the steps to join Sam’s side. Sam is proudly “smoking” his pipe by blowing into it, making the oregano he packed inside shoot everywhere, and nods his head down at the ground next to him. Josh studies two relatively large sized footprints. His eyes then track to Sam’s bare feet. 

JOSH: Detective Kiszka, I don’t know how to phrase this in a way that won’t come off as offensive to you, but I believe those footprints belong to your own dogs. 

Sam removes the pipe from his mouth in shock and squats down to rub the dirt from the footprints beneath his fingers, taking a quick taste. Josh looks disgusted. 

SAM: Hmm. So it is. Great detective work. Well, we can put Bigfoot on the back burner then. But I still think there’s more here than meets the eye. The pieces just aren’t fitting together. 

JOSH: (to himself) You’re telling me. 

SAM: I need to get a visual on this case. Inside! 

Sam runs inside the cabin with Josh trudging behind him. The camera travels back outside the cabin, zooming across treetops until it finds Danny and Jake. Jake is still playing with the Bop It, now sitting up in a tree, while Danny films himself as he squats by a pile of sticks next to his car. 

DANNY: Hour 1 in desolation wilderness: no service, the car is broken, and we’re hopelessly lost. This video is for A24 to make an experimental documentary about my life, starring Alex Wolff. If anyone finds this, please tell my family that I love them. Now, one of the things that I learned as a cub scout is, in order to survive, you need a massive bonfire to scare away predators. 

Danny grabs two decent-sized sticks and starts rubbing them together. Out of habit, the rubbing eventually morphs into him air drumming with the sticks. It takes Danny a while to realize what he's been doing, but when he does, he scolds himself and then tries to rub them together again. Faster this time around he starts air drumming again. He throws the sticks over his shoulder in frustration. 

DANNY: Maybe I’d be better off foraging some food for Jake and I. 

Danny grabs his camera from the ground and holds it at an angle under his chin as he takes a few steps into the woods, away from the car. 

JAKE: (calling from his tree) Hey! Where are you going? 

DANNY: To get food! 

JAKE: Can you get me a pickle? 

DANNY: (to the camera) I’m ignoring that. 

Danny films himself looking through various plants in the area, including some stuff that looks poisonous, and stops, staring at something off screen in confusion. He silently flips the camera around and zooms in on a pickle in mint condition that’s chilling on the ground. Danny cautiously grabs the pickle, wipes it off on his pants, and approaches the base of Jake’s tree. 

DANNY: Here, catch!

Jake isn’t seen on screen but, in between the sounds of the Bop It, he catches the pickle. 

JAKE: Comin in clutch, Swaggy Waggy! 

Danny returns to addressing the camera. 

DANNY: Morale is high, the sun will be out for a while longer, I’m optimistic that we can make it through this tribulation. 

BOP IT: Bop it! 

Danny turns off the video on his camera. The scene jumps to the cabin, where Sam is holding Jake’s phone with a shattered screen in his hand, searching for a photo of Danny on Google. He selects the first image suggested, zooms in close on Danny’s face, and then proceeds to stick Jake’s phone to the cabin wall with some heavy duty duct tape. Josh stands just behind Sam, studying his evidence board. Alongside the phone, there is a copy of Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End nailed to the wall, poorly drawn photos of Josh and Bigfoot, and “Bookie Wookie” written on a post-it note. For some reason, there is also a banana nailed to the wall. Sam holds up George Harrison’s All Things Must Pass album and is about to add it to the board. 

JOSH: Don’t tell me you’re actually gonna nail Jake’s album to the wall. 

SAM: It’s supposed to be me. 

Sam ignores Josh’s protest and proceeds to pound a nail through the album cover with a hammer while Josh watches in horror. Sam has been chewing an impressive glob of gum while he works, and takes a break to remove it from his mouth, pulling it out in a disgustingly long string. 

SAM: So you and I both have alibis because the notebook belongs to you, and I’m helping you find it. 

Sam makes a show of putting “X’s” over George Harrison and Josh’s faces with the gum. Josh watches his younger brother with judgment stretched across his face. 

SAM: Which leaves Jake and Danny as potential suspects. I’ll have to interrogate them when they’re back. 

JOSH: You know, they’ve been gone for a while. 

SAM: (ignoring Josh) If I had to speculate, I would say Jake may have taken it as a prank. Danny is harder to read, though. I’m not sure what his motive would be. That guy is hard to read. I’m keeping Bigfoot here as well because my tummy told me to. 

Sam creates lines between Danny, Jake, Bigfoot, and the notebook. 

JOSH: What’s up with the banana? 

SAM: Oh, that’s if I get hungry later. 

JOSH: Oh. 

SAM: I wish there was more evidence I could work with. This case is a lot more complicated than I thought it would be. 

Sam wipes his face. 

SAM: I must retreat to my study to ponder this in more detail. You’ll have to excuse me. 

Sam hurries out of the living room to his bedroom. Josh watches him go, and then throws himself onto one of the living room chairs with a deep sigh. It’s obvious the absence of his beloved notebook is really starting to wear on him. With a match cut, Danny is also sighing loud, filming another video of himself. 

DANNY: 1 hour and 7 minutes in desolation wilderness. Our chances of survival are growing slimmer by the second. 

Jump cut to Jake chilling up in his tree with a bunch of squirrels and birds invested in his game as he continues playing with the Bop It at an impressive speed. He’s happily crunching on his pickle. 

DANNY: (continued) There is no sign of life, no saving grace for me or my friend. I can feel the delusions kicking in. I thought I saw Pitbull a few minutes ago. (Danny turns around briefly to call off into the distance) Dale? (Facing the camera again) I also think that I might have a rash. 

Danny shows off his arm to the camera. The guy most definitely got caught in some poison ivy during his foraging. 

DANNY: (continued) Outside of Jake’s pickle, I’ve only found twigs and worms to eat. The worms are edible as long as you gaslight yourself into thinking you’re eating cold spaghetti. It would probably be better with a dash of salt and pepper, but I’m working with what I’ve got. Though I have to admit, if we’re stuck out here much longer, I might have to make the choice between facing my own mortality and eating Jake. I’m not sure which decision I’ll make, but I’m not gonna deny that Jake looks pretty tasty right now. 

The Bop It is still heard loud and clear in the background. It’s going so fast at this point that Jake is moving like lightning. It’s like he’s predicting each command before it comes from Fergus. Danny looks up at Jake and shakes his head, turning the video off. Jake is entirely in the zone, but then Fergus’ voice starts to get slower and deeper. Jake frowns down at the toy. 

JAKE: Fergus? Are you drunk? 

BOP IT: (in a demonic growl) Pullllll itttttttt…twistttt ittttttttt…..booopppppppppppppppp itttttttttttttttttt. 

The Bop It dies. 

JAKE: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! FERGUS! 

Jake jumps down from the tree and sinks to his knees, cradling the Bop It in his arms. 

JAKE: Say something to me, anything!

The Bop It is still dead. 

DANNY: I think the batteries drained, dude. 

JAKE: We have to go to the store. 

DANNY: Yeah, I want to go there too, trust me, but, uh, that’s not really possible right now. 

Jake snaps his head up to study Danny. It’s as if he finally realizes where they are. Jake looks closer at Danny, covered in rashes, his hair matted, and his clothes in tatters. Jake cocks his head to the side. He obviously hasn’t been paying attention for the past 1 hour and 9 minutes. 

DANNY: (continued) We’re lost, the car isn’t turning on, and I have no service. 

JAKE: I’ll get us out of here. 

DANNY: I’ve tried. I don’t think you’re gonna pull it off. 

Jake is already in the front seat of Danny’s car, messing with the controls. Within 15 seconds, the car is back on and running. 

DANNY: (under breath) What the?

JAKE: (popping his head out of the window) You turned off the car while it was still in drive! You just have to put it in park and then it won’t stall. 

DANNY: You’ve got to be kidding me. 

Jake leans on the horn a couple of times, and Danny takes his cue, getting into the passenger seat. Jake hands Danny his Bop It like it’s a newborn child. 

JAKE: Can you please take care of this for me? 

DANNY: Yeah, sure. 

JAKE: Alright, grocery store, here we come! 

DANNY: How do you know where you’re going? 

JAKE: The birds are gonna help us. 

DANNY: The birds? 

Jake whistles and a flock of robins swarm the car, chirping warmly at Jake. Jake motions for them to go, and they lead the way. With a squeal of the tires, Jake powers after them. The car passes across the screen, acting as a wipe transition so the camera is now in Sam’s “study”. He paces back and forth at the foot of his bed, tapping his chin with the handle of his magnifying glass. 

SAM: The notebook couldn’t have moved on its own because it is an inanimate object. It is not physically possible for notebooks to grow legs and move, or to creep like a snake or a worm. It had to be moved by the hand of a perpetrator. Their intent had to be sinister. The notebook could be hiding somewhere within this cabin, taken somewhere off the premises, or it could be destroyed. No viable fingerprints or footprints have been recovered. Not a single clue has led me in the right direction. It was on a table, and now it isn’t. Maybe it went where all my socks go when I put them in the dryer. 

Sam looks like he could believe this explanation, but then his eyes track to the balcony connected to his room. Sam suddenly has a deep frown on his face. 

SAM: Oh no. 

Sam has a quick flashback to the night before, when he was sleepwalking on the balcony, dressed in scuba gear. In his left hand he clutches Josh’s notebook and a pen. 

SAM: (back in reality) Oh god! 

Sam rushes onto the balcony and grabs the discarded notebook, which is flopped partially open on the wooden boards. Sam flips through some of the pages and lets out a gasp. His messy handwriting is sprawled over a lot of Josh’s sketches and lyrics. Sam squints closer at what he wrote on one of the pages. 

SAM: (reading aloud) 18 August 1682: The curs'd Kraken may destroyeth mine own ship, but that gent shall nev'r destroye mine own will to pow'r f'rward. Yond tenticl'd beast shall one day crumble in mine own grasp. 

JOSH: (outside Sam’s closed door) Everything okay in there, Detective?

Sam slams the notebook shut in fear. 

SAM: Oh no. I need to hide this thing. (Calling to Josh) Peachy, my good sir! 

Sam looks back down at the notebook in terror. A similar look of terror is plastered on Danny’s face as he sits in the passenger seat of his car, grasping onto the grab handle. The birds are still guiding the car, and Jake speeds through the wooded area, just barely dodging boulders and trees. Danny lets out a shrill shriek as Jake comes flying out of nowhere onto a country road, nearly t-boning a passing car in the process. He skids over into oncoming traffic and then veers the car back in the right lane, speeding up significantly so the engine dangerously revs. An instrumental version of Safari Song blares through the radio. 

DANNY: (calling over the music) You wanna slow down a bit? 

Jake ignores Danny and steps on the gas pedal, sending them flying down the road at an even faster speed. They shoot past a cop who aims a radar gun at Danny’s car. The cop looks down at the speed and whistles. 

COP: There’s no way I’m catching that guy. 

Jake’s driving would cause a driving instructor to have a mental breakdown. He speeds up at turns, cuts people off left and right, and passes cars using the shoulder of the road. At one point he starts doing donuts in the middle of the highway, just for the hell of it. In spite of all his shenanigans, he looks through the windshield with a look of determination. The guy needs his batteries. 

JAKE: (conversationally) Do you think the game saved before Fergus died? 

Jake is driving in between lanes now, somehow squeaking between two semi-trucks. Danny lets out a squeak, but offers a shrug. 

JAKE: (continued) I think I would fall into a bottomless pit of despair if it didn’t save. 

Jake looks back at the road ahead of him and speeds forward, breaking out of the confines of the two massive trucks. Danny lets out a sigh of relief which almost immediately becomes hitched in his throat again when Jake cuts across 5 lanes of traffic and takes out a sign, exiting the highway. 

JAKE: I nearly missed my exit! 

DANNY: (choking on his words) Thank god you didn’t. 

JAKE: You know, Josh and Sam are always telling me I should hand my driver’s license back to the DMV, but I don’t know what they’re talking about. I’m a safe driver. 

Within that span of dialogue, Jake has run through 3 stoplights, driven on a sidewalk (nearly hitting an elderly woman), and taken out a mailbox. 

DANNY: Oh yeah, you definitely are. 

On the downlow, Danny pulls back out his phone and starts filming another survival diary. 

DANNY: (to his phone) I may not make it out of this car alive. If anyone finds this footage, please tell Taylor Swift I think she’s great. And, if Jake manages to walk away from this one alive, never let him get behind the steering wheel again. Ever. 

JAKE: (looking directly at Danny and not the road, where he has run another stoplight and caused a massive pile up.) Who are you talking to? Josh and Sam? 

DANNY: My beneficiaries. 

JAKE: Fun! 

Jake hits a fire hydrant which immediately starts shooting out a geyser of water. 

JAKE: I think we’ll park here. 

Danny sits in stunned silence with the airbag deployed in his face but, without a word, he untangles himself from his seatbelt and gets out of the car alongside Jake. They start to walk towards the grocery store across the street. In the background a firetruck and a few cop cars arrive at the scene of Jake’s accident in a rush. The firemen and cops are standing around in confusion, scratching their heads at the abandoned car. 

JAKE: (pumping his fist in the air) Let’s find my batteries! 

JOSH: (calling through the door to Sam) Did you find my notebook? 

Sam panics and shoves Josh’s notebook down the front of his shirt and opens his door to face Josh. 

SAM: No, of course not! Why would I find it in my study? That's ridiculous! 

Josh eyes the notebook-shaped bulge around Sam’s stomach and then squints at him. 

JOSH: Okay…what’s the plan now, Detective? 

SAM: We, uh, get you a complimentary drink first to drown your sorrows! Why don’t you start to fix yourself something nice, and I’ll be there in a second. I, uh, have to scratch my butt really fast. 

JOSH: TMI, dude. 

Josh leaves Sam alone and heads for the kitchen. Sam breathes out a sigh of relief and removes the notebook from under his shirt. He scans around the living room and decides to place it back on the table, where Josh said he had last left it. Suddenly, Josh jumps back into the room, pointing at Sam, who has been caught in the act. 

JOSH: AHA!!! 

SAM: (voice cracking) Josh?! It’s not what you think! 

Josh breaks the glass bottle he was holding to pour himself some lemonade and rushes to Sam, holding the broken bottle up towards his neck. 

JOSH: (growling) You wanna tell me what’s going on here, Sammy boy? 

SAM: I really don’t. 

Josh moves the bottle closer to Sam. 

SAM: No, no, no, I’m allergic to lemons. 

JOSH: You’re literally not. 

SAM: Please! I have a wife and children! They’re dependents on my healthcare plan; how will they get their annual physicals if I’m gone? 

As Sam is blubbering nonsense, Jake and Danny enter back into the cabin, Danny with a bunch of Pop Tarts boxes, and Jake back to playing his Bop It. Based on the speed the game is at, it appears that it actually did save where he was at before it died. Danny drops the Pop Tarts when he sees Josh holding a broken bottle up to a crying Sam. 

DANNY: Hey! What’s going on? 

Josh lowers the bottle in shock when he sees Danny. Danny looks as if he made it to the final round of Survivor. His face and arms are covered in dirt, stray leaves, twigs, and rashes. His shirt and shorts are in tatters. One of his shoes is gone, and his hair looks like he got electrocuted. In comparison, Jake looks unscathed. 

JOSH: I should be asking you the same thing, Danny. Did you take a wrong turn and fall off the side of a mountain on your way to the store? 

DANNY: (grumbling) Something like that. 

Sam takes Josh’s distraction as an opportunity to plant the notebook back on the table, out of his hands. Although he still seems shaken up, he tries to get back into his Detective character.

SAM: By George! It’s a miracle! The notebook is exactly where you left it last night at 10:48! The mystery is solved! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go somewhere very, very far away from here to, uh, register Rosie to vote. 

JAKE: You can’t go, Sam, we got Bop Tarts. Oops. Pop Tarts. 

BOP IT: Bop it! 

JOSH: Not so fast, Samuel. 

Josh picks up the notebook and flips through the pages. His face falls. Sam winces, bracing himself for the worst. Josh is still holding the broken bottle in his hand, and Sam has a bad feeling he knows how to use it. 

JOSH: (reading one of Sam’s added entries) 21 August 1682: The Kraken consumed mine own first mateth in one biteth. The screams w're deafening and I feareth I shall nev'r catch but a wink a soundeth night again. I holidam to avenge mine own mateth, Jeffrey, if 't be true t's the lasteth thing I doth. (taking a break from reading) When did you learn to write like this? 

SAM: It was Bigfoot, not me. The dude is a wordsmith. 

JOSH: Right, right, so you’re telling me that Bigfoot, who is definitely real, broke in here without leaving a trace, took my notebook, wrote a bunch of random stuff about the Kraken, and then returned the notebook afterwards? 

SAM: Yes? 

Josh sighs and takes a seat back on the sofa, dropping the broken bottle onto the cushion next to him so he can flip through more pages. The camera follows him doing this, and it’s evident that Sam filled out every single page in his sleep the night before. 

JOSH: I wish you had just been honest with me, Sammy. I was really worried about my notebook, I thought I would never see it again. My heart was all twisted up in knots. 

BOP IT: Twist it! 

JOSH: It was pulling me apart. 

BOP IT: Pull it! 

JOSH: This notebook is my one way to brainstorm what I share to the masses, to the teenyboppers out there who adore us! 

BOP IT: Bop it! 

Danny grabs the Bop It out of Jake’s hands, stomps to the front door, and chucks the toy. 

BOP IT: (Voice growing fainter as it flies away) Awwwww man! Final score: 284,923. 

JAKE: Are you kidding me? I was gonna break my record! 

SAM: (eyeing the George Harrison album nailed to the wall behind Jake) I already did that. 

DANNY: Your high streak was 12, Jake! You definitely broke it! 

Jake looks disappointed, but he shrugs. Then he notices Sam looking at the evidence board and gapes. 

JAKE: My George Harrison record!! 

Josh finishes looking through his notebook, grabs a box of Pop Tarts from the ground at Danny’s feet, retreats back to his room, and comes back out with a second notebook, which looks identical to the original one. Sam stares at it blankly. Josh uncaps a pen and fixes himself an Apple and Cinnamon PopTart. Josh takes a big bite out of it. 

JOSH: (with his mouth full) Now that I finally know where my notebook is and have some brain food, I can get back to work. 

Josh starts drawing sketches in his new notebook as Waited All Your Life starts playing. As the song enters into the first verse, Josh is transported into a music video world where he frolics through fields with his notebook, they ride a tandem bicycle, share a Capri Sun, and watch a beautiful sunset at the ocean. As the song fades out, Josh is back in the living room, holding up a completed sketch of a jumpsuit. It has an anchor on it and the sleeves and legs are wrapped in tentacles. Josh has just designed a beautiful tribute to the Kraken. 

JOSH: What do you guys think? 

Josh holds his notebook up to Sam and Danny, who are feasting on Pop Tarts as well. Sam has taken off his detective gear, and Danny managed to get a quick shower in to clean the grime off. His skin is now covered in cream to help with his rashes. 

DANNY: That’s actually pretty neat. 

SAM: So you’re not mad at me anymore?

JOSH: No, I’m still pissed. 

Although it’s cheesy, Sam, Josh, and Danny all hug one another. In the background, Jake receives an award from the Guiness Book of World Records for his Bop It score. None of his bandmates notice this happening. Jake shakes hands with a man in a suit and receives a certificate, getting his picture taken. Jake looks happier than he ever has. 

END OF EPISODE.

(if you read this whole thing, I love you)

[sl-newsie]

Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter)- Ch. 16: I'm In Love With A VK

“Rise and shine, Magica!”

Sunlight floods into my dorm and I yank my blanket over my eyes. “Tiffany, the reason weekends were invented was because people actually want to sleep in! Shut the drapes!” Also the fact that I was up at 5 a.m. doesn’t help.

She just waves it off and fetches a new set of clothes from my closet. “Come on now, sugar. The big game’s today! Show some Auradon spirit!”

“I will when I actually care,” I grunt.

“I made scones!” She drawls in a sing-song voice.

With new-found energy I hop up and start bustling around. “Why didn’t you say so?”

Once I’ve gotten dressed and Tiffany has paid me in delicious scones, we make our way to the lockers hallway to meet up with the other students. When Audrey rounds the corner, her preppy grin melts into a disgusted grimace.

“You’re still wearing that? It was a joke!”

I take off my new hat and dramatically examine it, holding it out for all to see. “Had a change of heart. Evie helped dress it up a little. I think it’s elegant.”

Rosaline sniffs. “Isn’t that the kind of hat witches wear?”

Even Jane starts to share their distaste. “Yeah, Magica. It’s a bit… goth.”

I let their snippy insults wash over me and I continue to walk with Tiffany, head held high. We meet up with Ben and Chad, and (of course) Audrey has to follow us.

“Ready to win, Brother Ben?” I give him a playful punch to the shoulder.

“I’m a bit nervous, actually.” The future king gives me a nervous smile.

Just as I’m about to suggest a positivity spell, Jay and Carlos walk past to join Evie and Mal at their lockers. Jay’s got a crowd of giggling girls following him, while Carlos looks as if he’s about to die of boredom.

“Ugh. How can they stand to fawn over that- that villain brute?” Audrey rolls her eyes.

“Better him than dim-wit Chad.” I point to the retard royal.

“Just give them a chance, Audrey-” Ben tries to reason.

“But did you hear about the spells Mal’s been using for those girls’ hair? Gateway magic, Ben! Soon everyone else will look good and then… where will I be?”

“On the same level as everyone else, sweet pea. It’s so humbling!” I cackle as I go to lean on the lockers next to Ben.

“By the way, nice new hat, Sparks!” Ben gives me a thumbs up.

“Evie can work wonders!” I laugh as I twirl the gorgeous hat in my hand.

Audrey just scoffs and plants a sappy-looking kiss on Ben’s cheek. “I will see you tonight after my dress-fitting for the coronation, ok Bennie Boo?”

“Bye,” Ben says with false anticipation.

When Audrey’s gone I give him a look. “Brother Ben, here’s my next piece of advice: get rid of her! At least find a girlfriend who’s tolerable-!”

“Hey Bennie Boo! I just made a batch of chocolate chip cookies, you want one?” Mal calls from her locker.

I shrug and look at Ben with raised eyebrows. “Better her than Audrey! I can see you’re needed elsewhere, my liege, so I will bid you adieu!”

But Ben just shakes his head and holds a hand up to Mal. “Oh, thanks Mal but I’ve gotta get to the tournament. Next time, next time!”

She tilts her head and, am I crazy, or is she really putting out the ‘I’m innocent’ look?

“I completely understand, be careful of treats offered by strangers, right?”

“No, no! I mean-” Ben holds his hands up.

“No, I get it! You’re cautious, that’s smart! Oh well, more for me I guess…”

I sigh. “Ben, it’s a cookie! The most you’ll get is a stomach ache.” I take a closer look and frown when I start to see a strange magic radiating off of them. Are these the cookies they made last night? “I will admit it’s a friendly gesture, but on second thought-”

Mal groans. “Oh great, Queen of the Killjoys. Guess nobody wants a cookie-”

“No, you know what-” Ben swipes a cookie and pops it into his mouth. “I’d love one! Here, Sparks!” Ben takes another cookie and shoves it into my mouth.

“Ben! Muphhh-!” I try to talk as I chew the pastry, but soon a new, warm feeling begins to melt through me and I start chewing slower.

“How are they?” Mal asks.

“They’re great! Y’know, they’re chewy, soft, warm… sweet… Mal, have you always had those little gold flecks in your eyes?”

Huh? I try to make sense of Ben’s new liking to Mal, but at the same time can’t stop looking at Carlos….

He’s standing by Jay, and when he sees me looking my instinct tells me to look away, but… this new feeling has me wanting to keep looking. It’s like every time I see his soft, brown eyes I get drunk on- what is it? Love? But that’s impossible… Witches aren’t supposed to fall in love. Villains never get a happy ending, yet all I can think about is how much I want to spend time with Carlos.

“Carlos… I know I’m staring, I’m sorry. It’s just… you have such cute freckles, and soft eyes…” I walk over and grab his hand. “And you’re always so nice to me.”

Carlos gives me an odd look, but when he sees the cookie crumbs on my face he looks over at Mal, horrified.

Carlos’ POV

“She ate a cookie? Why did you let her?” I ask frantically.

“What’s wrong, Carlos?” Magica speaks up and I freeze. “You’re too cute to look stressed.”

A blush spreads over me and I stare at my feet. “You don’t mean it, it’s just the cookie talking.”

She shakes her head. “Of course I do, silly. I wouldn’t say that if I didn’t mean it.”

God, this is a tough situation!

“Ben, we gotta go!” Chad calls. I never thought I’d be so grateful for him to interrupt.

“Um, ok… See you later, Mal! You’ll be at the game, right?” Ben says with a dopey smile.

Mal smirks. “Sure will be.”

“See you after the game, champ!” Magica kisses my cheek and skips off to join Ben and Chad.

But as much as I appreciate the kindness, I can’t accept her affection when I know it’s all fake.

“Carlos, it wasn’t my fault. Ben just shoved one in her mouth!” Mal hisses.

“B- But I wanted her to love me without being spelled! How do you break it-? Wait, no! If she finds out she’ll hate me! What should I do?!”

Jay comes over and pats me on the back. “Enjoy it, bro. You just got yourself a girlfriend without trying.”

“What? No! I’m not gonna take advantage of her like that!”

“Would it help to know that she likes you back?” Evie tries to help.

“No, she doesn’t! She always flinches and shies away when I’m around and never once said anything about liking me.”

“That’s because she thought you’d never like her back, Carlos! Magica’s never even had a boyfriend!”

Wait- never? Evie’s words leave me wondering how on Earth a girl as beautiful as Magica hasn’t ever had a boyfriend. She should have boys crawling over each other just to look at her!

Magica’s POV

I feel like I’m walking on air! I don’t know why, but after eating that cookie it’s like someone ironed out all the wrinkles of worry in my brain! And Carlos… He’s like a drug! All I can think about is how happy he makes me… I knew I liked him, but now it’s like my love is magnified. I can’t put my finger on it, but I can tell something’s off-

“It’s time for the game to start!” Tiffany drags me to the bleachers, and if it weren’t for wanting to cheer Carlos on I wouldn't ever think about attending such a crowded, noisy event. When the game starts the announcer’s voice gets muffled out by the screaming students, but when I see Carlos start to sprint across the field the whole crowd gets drowned out.

Look at him… What is it about him that makes me feel so funny? I guess it all started when I- When I ate that cookie. It must have been a love potion of sorts. I was right! The VKs were planning something! But what…? A love potion isn’t exactly a big, evil scheme. If anything it helps Ben get rid of Audrey.

While I’m thinking of possible motives, Jay and Carlos are distracting the opposing team to let Ben through- and score the winning goal!

“And it’s the new guys, Jay and Carlos, who set up the prince for the win! What a victory!” The announcer shouts.

“Go Carlos, go! Great job, VKs!” I cheer while I pump my fist in the air. I expect the team to go off to celebrate once Ben’s been handed the trophy, but I’m proven wrong when the future king (still with a stupid smile on his face) gets up and takes the mic from the stand. He starts getting the crowd to chant Mal’s name, which has me puzzled. But then I see Carlos coming off the field and I blank out.

“Hey, Carlos!” I wave and climb down from the bleachers. “You were fantastic!”

The freckled VK lets out a big laugh and goes to hug me, but then freezes up and backs off.

“Thanks, Magica! I was so nervous about that last round, but I actually helped! Ben said if it weren’t for me then we never would’ve won!”

My smile turns into a frown. “Speaking of which, what is up with him? He’s acting all lovestruck-crazy for Mal. I’ve never seen him like this!”

Carlos gets slightly jittery and tries to avoid the topic. “Uh I dunno… Maybe he’s tired of Audrey?”

“If that’s the case, I’ll be so happy!” I roll my eyes. “That drama queen’s been driving me up the wall, and this’ll be one very painful thorn in her side.”

Just then we both turn to see Ben climbing up to Mal’s seat in the bleachers, with sweat still pouring down his face.

“I love you Mal!”

Mal, on the other hand, tries to look like she cares, but I can see in her eyes that it’s all a hoax. Everyone else is buying it though, because a very pissed-looking Audrey pushes through.

“Chad’s my boyfriend now!” She pulls the Charming moron over and hastily gives him a kiss. Done with one prince, onto the next.

It washes over Ben like nothing, and he looks back at Mal. “Mal! Will you go to the coronation with me?”

She pretends to be flustered and excitedly shouts into the mic: “Yes!”

“She said yes!” Ben cheers.

Ben hops off to join the rest of the tourney team’s celebration, and Carlos gives me one last goodbye wave before following him.

Evie’s face falls as Chad and Aurdey wander off, and I go over to give her hand a quick squeeze. “Like I said, a royal fool. It’s for the best, Evie. My advice is to never rely on anyone but yourself. The less people you have in your life, the less chance for disappointment.”

She attempts a sad smile, but still seems discouraged. Mal starts giving her a pep talk so I let them be and start back to the school. While I’m walking I keep thinking about those cookies. Why would the VKs want Ben to change relationships? Carlos sure is cute… Does Mal really like him, or is this a part of something bigger? Does Carlos know I took the love potion-?

“Ugh! Fight the potion and stop thinking about Carlos for two minutes!” I argue with myself when I get to my dorm. “You don’t even know if there was a love potion in that cookie!”

“What happened?” Binx asks from my bed.

“I… I… I think I took a love potion.”

Binx hops up. “What?! When? Who had it? Are you alright?” 

“No, I’m fine. Just… very hazy. All I can think about is Carlos. Mal gave some cookies to Ben, and he stuffed one in my mouth when I tried to warn him. Afterwards my mind went all fuzzy and I suspect it was drugged with a love potion. I- I think I have the right ingredients for an antidote, but it will take until midnight to properly brew.”

I stumble over to the dresser to dig mom’s spellbook out, and Binx jumps up on the shelf.

“Ok ok, calm down. The love potion’s making you drowsy, and you need to start mixing it now or else it’ll get stronger. What do you need?”

“Uhhhh,” I drone as I scan the shelves with droopy eyes. “Wiggentree twigs, castor oil, gurdyroot, and rose thorns. First I chop the gurdyroot and let it simmer, then add dried wiggentree twigs until it turns black. That is if I can stay alert for that long.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you focused. Step by step, ok? First get the cutting board…” 

The next hour goes by in a slow blur and contains Binx batting my head every five minutes to keep me going while I drowsily prepare the antidote in my small cauldron. Once the gurdyroot and wiggentree twigs have boiled I then add the rest of the ingredients, allowing the brew to turn pitch-black and start smelling like black licorice.

“It even smells bad,” Binx says with a scrunched nose.

“Um… Do I really want to do this?” I ask with uncertainty as I ladle some into a goblet.

“What do you mean? Do you want to spend forever being on this manipulative potion, unable to think clearly?”

“But it lets me be with Carlos… It means I can be happy! Once I take this then I’ll go back to being distant, angry Magica, with my temper hanging on by a thread. Isn’t that dangerous?”

“Not as dangerous as letting your emotions be manipulated.” Binx puts a paw on my shoulder. “As much as you might think you’re better off with it, it’s best to take the antidote and take control again.”

Sadly, deep down I know he’s right.

“Well… here’s to feeling sad and lonely again.” I bring the cup to my lips and down the antidote in one quick gulp. After waiting a few moments I think I messed it up, but then I start to feel something. It’s like the warm feeling I’ve had the past few hours is draining out of me. I don’t feel sick or disturbed, and yet… I feel very alone. As if I will always be cursed to carry out life by myself. Like coming off of drugs or alcohol, love potions can manipulate the senses just as harshly.

“Did it work?” Binx asks anxiously.

I nod and look away, not wanting to tear up in front of my feline friend. “Yes. It worked. It was a love potion.” I look over at the leftover antidote in the cauldron and fetch a small vial. “I think I’ll save this just in case Mal’s plan for Ben gets too out of hand.”

“Why don’t you tell him?”

I wipe a small tear away. “Because maybe Ben and Mal will be good for each other. I’m not one to play matchmaker, but I’ll see what happens.”

Binx jumps down and struts away from the foul-smelling cauldron. “And what about Carlos?”

The past few hours come rushing back and I smack my forehead. “Dear God- How am I going to be able to face him? I made such a fool of myself! But… I think I really love him, without the potion. I’m in love with a VK…” My gaze drifts off to stare at the wall.”

Binx shrugs. “If he feels the same, he’ll show it. If he doesn’t say anything then just go along as if it never happened.”

Just disappear into the background, be normal… I guess that’s something you’ve had to do your whole life. Why change now?

[echantedtoon]

Love Doesn't Do Encores Ch37 Life In Spikemuth

( I HAVE A FEW IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENTS!! 1.I have decided what names/genders for which pokemon so thank you to everyone who suggested names. 2. All months shall be labeled with events to help keep track of time. All these names were taken from commenters, also when reader gets her multi-leash for her pokemon it looks like how the picture above makes it look. Also I don't own the pics. Both was found on google images. 3. The progress of the reader and Piers's eventually relationship shall be picked up in pace starting at the end of the chapter. Now onto the names AND genders of the shinies. Also in case anyone had forgotten in the story Victor traded espurr for a shiny riolu. The few lyrics Piers sings is from the song THRILLER (Michael Jackson)// Jonathan Young Keytar-fusion-rock Cover. Original song by Micheal Jackson. Link to song is also below. Riolu(boy): Gold. Zorua(girl): Loki. Pikachu(boy): Harvest. Zigzagoon(boy): Piers Jr. or P.J. Sylveon(girl): Blueberry. Link to song www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8ksBmDTljI)

-SEPTEMBER TO OCTOBER-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!

"Y/n? Wake up! Pearl's here I want to introduce you two before I take off for work!"

Hard knocks could be heard on the door in the wee hours of the morning as Ruby proceeded to knock on your bedroom door. Another slightly older woman stood next to her with long silver hair in a braid and hazel eyes. Arms crossed and brow raised looking between the door and Ruby who still pounded on the door to get an answer out of you.

"Are you sure she's still here and didn't leave already?," Pearl asked to which Ruby shook her head.

"I didn't see her at breakfast. Maybe she's just a heavy sleeper."

Pearl went to open her mouth but a sudden thud on the other side of the door made the two women pause as more and more noise came from the other side. They both stared at the door before looking to one another as more noise continued which sounded like there was a crowd on the other side...Before Ruby reached out and opened the door- And Pearl gave a high pitched squeal as all of a sudden three or four little figures darted from under her feet and into the hallway they were in. Ruby yelping but standing there stunned at what was exactly running around her feet sniffing at her shoes curiously ...before it sneezed shaking it's head and looking up at her tongue hanging out. ..And she pointed.

"..Why is there a zigzagoon running wild in my house?"

"Don't look at me!" Pearl winced at the panting zigzagoon at their feet. "Uuuuh. Drooling slobbery little creature."

"Now that's a bit harsh don't you think?"

"You know they drool everywhere and their little claws scratch everything! This is why I only have a salazzle."

"You're overreacting again." Ruby deadpanned rolled her eyes before looking back down to the small creature sitting there and yet again raising another brow at the thing. "But that still begs the question of where it came from?" Before she blinked and moved over to the other two blurs that had run out under their feet. "And a riolu? And a zorua too? What on earth-"

She was cut off. Both pair of eyes looked over towards a groan and blinked when another human groggily made her way to the doorway, lightly slouched over with messy hair and looking like they didn't get a whole lot of sleep judging by their face. She gave off a sigh as they stared before someone spoke.

"PIKA PIKA!!" A small orangey being from her shoulder greeted them with a bright smile.

"Uh...Good morning," you managed to say before yawning again. "I uh-...See you met everyone."

"Um...Yeah." Ruby rose a brow looking back down to the pokemon. "I know I said I didn't mind if you had a pokemon or two out but I wasn't expecting a mini army your first morning here....And ...All shinies?"

"S-Sorry about that. *sigh* It's..a long story. I caught them with someone last year but must've forgotten they were with me in the move and then they all just popped out." Actually you opened them all because you couldn't figure out which one was Silver. " I mean I tried to get them back in their pokeballs but they wouldn't go back in and I must've fallen asleep at one point. And then when I woke up well.." As if to show them you gently held up your hand. Wrapped around it was what looked like some kind of felty ribbon around your wrist. When following it from your arm, they saw it was in fact it was because a small sylveon was holding onto you. It gave a small bark sound in greeting. "And then Harvest jumped on me and he refuses to get off and Blueberry refuses to let go of me too and it's hard for me to move to catch the others because I don't want to jerk them around and hurt them-"

"Blueberry harvest?"

You nodded. "Yeah..I named them." Your free hand pointed at the pikachu refusing to get off your shoulder. "This is Harvest. That's Blueberry." You then proceeded to each pokemon in introduction. "Loki. Gold. P.J. And that's Silver."

You pointed to Silver last as he strolled up to you in his hoodie looking ABSOLUTELY ANGRY and deciding to cling to your pants leg. You could understand why when he was no longer getting your full attention but now you were dealing with three clingy pokemon and three others who insisted on running around like this place was a play ground. Thankfully they seemed to not want to leave the room too far behind and they weren't regularly wrecking havoc that you feared, so that was a good thing. ...Also you named them since it would be easier to call them by a name then 'Riolu' or 'Pikachu'. Eventually Ruby blinked before clearing her throat.

"Well...it's fine. As long as you keep all six under control and they don't cause us any trouble. Speaking of which." She gave the other woman a look. "I wanted to introduce you two since I got a chance. Y/n this is Pearl. She rents the last room down the hall here. Pearl this is the girl I told you about."

You tiredly turned your head to her. "Oh. Hey. How you doing?"

Pearl scrunched up her nose and scowled deeply at the small Riolu that poked at her shiny heel curiously. "I'm...charmed. Could be better although. Would you please call of your little beast? Those are exclusive Shining Armor Brand you know." Gold gave a small yelp of surprise when her foot slowly but firmly nudged him away.

"Hey! Don't do that!," you scolded. Immediately leaning down and holding your arms out to scoop up the bright yellow riolu. Thankfully Gold didn't seem angry, scared, or hurt. Just confused as you lifted him into your arms protectively. "You'll scare him."

"It's a fighting type." Pearl rolled her eyes as if it was obvious. "I didn't even hurt him. Even if I did kick him I doubt it'll hurt him. Fighting types were built to roll with the punches literally."

Your jaw just dropped because..well what were you supposed to say to this? Not even ten minutes into meeting this girl and she had just said something so rude to you. Ruby didn't look the least bit phased by it and in fact seemed to expect it by her expression. After mimicking a goldfish for a few moments you finally asked as if you didn't hear her.

"I'm sorry. Did you just tell me it doesn't matter if you kick him or not because of his type?"

Pearl lightly scoffed. "Well obviously it'd be bad if I did do that. But I didn't. Just make sure you keep them out of my way and we won't have a problem." She again winced at the zigzagoon who tilted his head at her. "Mmm. Why don't you just sell them or something and use the money for the deposit?"

"PEARL!," Ruby snapped scowling at her.

"What? You know it's true. She could just sell one easily and give you your money instead of running around doing all this useless work." Pearl rolled her eyes pointing at Harvest. "Besides they're all too dangerous. That one could easily power a whole car so why don't you just make her use them to pay you back-"

SMACK!!

A loud smack sound echoed through the air followed by Pearl giving off a cross between a yelp of surprise and a gasp. Retracting her hand to her dramatically face over exaggerating her 'horror' at your scowl. Although you couldn't see why. You didn't even smack her hand away hard enough to hurt, giving the same force she gave when nudging Gold away from you. The sound was just loud so it startled everyone.

"You slapped me!," Pearl exclaimed dramatically looking at her hand like it was on fire. "How dare you! My nail could've been broken! Do you know who my father is?! He's a lawyer in Wyndon! I could sue you for-"

"PEARL!," Ruby shouted cutting her off. "That's enough." She said sternly gesturing to her hand. "Look. You're not even hurt? Alright?"

"She attacked me!"

"She pushed your hand away after you got into her face and insulted her pokemon. I told you to be nice when you meet her. You couldn't even do that for me?"

She scoffed again before looking at you. "Whatever. Just apologize and get your furry fiends out of my sight."

Now. One would probably apologize to their new room mate in this situation as to not cause tension especially since you just arrived last night even if you didn't mean it. But that thought didn't even cross your mind as you ignored both of the girls in front of you leaning down to pick up the other two small pokemon on the ground. After a silent moment Pearl once again looked affended.

"Uh...Excuse me. Don't you have something to say to me?"

"Yeah. I do." You took your sweet time standing back up with a whole bunch of little pokemon in your arms and a tired scowl on your face. In the most tired 'I don't give a flying crap' deadpanned black look on your face, you stared at her and said one thing. "Do that to any of my babies again and I'll make sure those heels end up in the garbage disposal and I'll be sure to sprinkle the shredded pieces all over your room and happily watch you try to glue them back together like some impossible jumbo puzzle."

Both girls looked at you frozen for a moment. "....EXCUSE ME-"

"You're excused...But not really. Because there's no excuse for a woman your age to be acting like a spoiled little baby after mommy didn't buy them the toy they wanted. How old are you anyways? Thirty-"

"I'M TWENTY EIGHT-"

"Crap. You're even way older than me and you're acting like that? My point exactly. And don't try to come at me with the whole 'respect your elders' schtick. Respect is earnt not given. And I didn't even hurt you and you're threatening me with your Dad like some playground bully. Let's get something straight. I don't give a flying crap on a plate if your dad is a lawyer all the way in Wyndon." With rage behind your unchanging face you bore into the goldfish mouth woman. "YOU pushed over my riolu. YOU insulted me and my pokemon. YOU threatened to sue me when I pushed your hand away. I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU. 'Do you know who my father is?!'" You mimicked her earlier question in an annoying tone. "NO! If I don't know you how do you expect me to know who your dad is!? And I. DONT. CARE. Any lawyer would tell you that's no grounds for any sort of lawsuit." You put your free foot on the door with Silver still half clinging to it, about to close it. "I answer to Ruby because she's the landlord. You're just a neighbor down the hall. Anyways it was 'nice' to meet you."

"ARE YOU THREATENING ME!?"

"No. I'm telling a woman older than me to act her age because I can't take you seriously....Besides. You're not fat enough for that? Oh. By the way you're not fat enough for that."

"Excuse me!? FAT!? Fat enough for WHAT!?"

You put your free foot on the door with Silver still half clinging to it, about to close it. "You're not fat enough to throw your weight around." Pearl's jaw dropped-

SLAM!

Not given anyone a chance to reply you slammed the door in her face and turned back around to reign in your herd of clingy pokemon. Obviously Pearl didn't like that and for a solid ten minutes you heard Pearl wailing like a walrus in a vacuum cleaner with a sore throat and furious knocking on the door until by some miracle she left stomping down the hallway and you faintly heard another door slam down the hall indicating her leave. Great. Turns out you had a spoiled karen room mate. You were too busy finally managing to untangle the clinging pokemon from you and make yourself look presentable and went through your back pack pulling out your belongings. Which honestly wasn't a whole lot. Your clothes. A few prizes you won from the Christmas fair last year, some left over travel food that was instantly swarmed by the hungry pokemon and taken, a few hygiene products, and a book- Oh hey. It was the curry dex book Gloria had gifted you deciding she didn't want the prizes too anymore. ...That could be something you could do today. You were supposed to turn this into the pokemon center once you were done completing it right? You decided to go out and see about it. After grabbing your room key and ID (you were still so, SO confused on where this came from but decided to take it in case), and headed out. You wanted to just leave them in the room while you were out but Silver was not giving you up that easily and you couldn't close the door in time before the other five ran out after you so that wasn't happenin obviously. Thus it happened. Blueberry rewrapped her feelers around your wrist, the pikachu was back having climbed onto your shoulder, Silver was jealously gripping your pants leg, and the others were just randomly walking around your feet....Well this day was turning out to be absolutely wonderful. You didn't see Pearl again when you walked downstairs curry dex book in hand, but you surprisingly ran into Ruby who happened to just walk out of the kitchen the same time you made it downstairs. At first she looked angry, then surprised seeing you surrounded again by shinies, but then gave a neutral look.

"Oh..I thought you were Pearl."

You shook your head. "You kidding me? I wouldn't be like her if her personality was the only one on the planet. I didn't even know her for a full five minutes and she acts like a karen."

Ruby rose a brow. "...Well I don't know anyone called Karen who acts like her." Oops. Guess the 'karen' meme thing wasn't a thing here either. "But that was one of the reasons why I wanted you guys to meet as soon as possible. I figured the sooner you saw her the better so you wouldn't be surprised later."

"Gee. Thanks. A heads up would've been nice though. What the heck's her problem? I didn't anyone would let someone like her rent here-"

"She's my cousin," Ruby clarified and you paused. Staring wide eyed at her as your brain processed what she just said. Ruby continued. "Yyyeeaahh. Lot's of people are surprised at first."

"...She's you're WHAT!?"

"Cousin."

"But-" You looked back up the stairs and towards her unblinking face. "HOW!? You guys are-"

"Opposites I know." She sighed. "It's a long story but my uncle works in Wyndon and spoiled her from the very moment she was born. Grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth. My uncle thought it was finally time she got her own living and forced her over to me so she could grow up I guess. But he still spoils her. Pulled a couple string and she works at the fancy new clothes store up the street some ways."

"Wow...How are you able to handle her?"

"I won't." Ruby answered truthfully. "I told her if she ever tries anything I'll break her contract and kick her out. This isn't the first time she tried the 'my dad's a lawyer' trick on someone. It's the reason why I didn't have anyone else to rent out the room to. But you seemed to handle yourself just fine."

Well guess it helped to have a narcissist for a mother and being pestered by other entitled dummies along your journey. "Does she demand to speak to the managers too?"

"Yes..How'd you know?"

"She seems the type. Although honestly I'm surprised you haven't kicked her out yet?"

Ruby shrugged. "Cuz she's family mostly, and my Uncle's actually a really nice guy so I didn't want him worried to death about her. But I'm seriously just going to have her find somewhere else to leave once her lease is up if she doesn't change. Especially the flirting with my boss."

"Good for you- Wait...What was that last bit?"

She sighed shaking her head. "Nothing you should worry about. I'm gonna head out anyways to work. Pearl knows about your situation so don't let her act like she doesn't understand." Oh how charming. "But before I go I never got to hear where you'll be working at."

"Oh. The cafe down the block from the gym."

Ruby paused once more. "Wait..the cafe down the street?" You nodded. "Oh. I actually know the owner. She's a nice woman I think you'll like it there." She then looked at the pokemon all around you. "So uh...what are you planning on doing with all of them?"

"I uh...Dunno. I can't get them to hold still enough to put them back in their pokeballs, and they don't seem to wanna let me go right now. And I really don't wanna just leave them alone either."

Ruby hummed for a moment watching as you tiredly blinked at her....before pointing. "You know I think I got something that might help you."

You looked up hopeful. "Really?"

She nodded. "One of the perks of being in a town ruled by zigzagoon loving people. Let me just see if I still have it in the back closet."

And that's how you ended up walking down the street with a strong belt around your waist with leashes attached to it leading to harnesses snug around every one of the pokemon continuing to walk around you except for Silver who still walked beside you not looking happy. Curry dex in hand. It reminded you back of your dog walking days only y'know these guys all belonged to you and they weren't obviously dogs. You did get some stares and more than once someone would give you a double take seeing so many shinies happily walking around you but you didn't mind. At least you knew they wouldn't cause any trouble. Eventually you made your way to the pokemon center and after Nurse Joy (A.K.A. Francesca) stared for a moment before taking the curry dex you submitted and confirming to make sure the prizes whatever they may be would be delivered to you. Well after that you didn't have anything else to do but walk around for a little bit longer since you really didn't start work until tomorrow. Spikemuth was..nice, and it allowed you to explore more of the town finding one or two more stores and more houses for sale/rent along with a small school and a park. The park wasn't all too big though although it was nice and you made a mental note to bring your little guys back to it some other day. It was nice and calmed your headache Pearl was oh so nice enough to gift you. And to think you guys were house mates. The thought made you groan just walking around and aimlessly getting no where. Well at least you were getting exercise out of this even if it was starting to get chilly from fall approuching. When it hit noon you decided it was best to head back and you started making your way back towards the house. You all just made it to the half way point between the gym and the cafe when a door to one of the houses opened and out walked someone very recognizable with black and white hair. Neither of you two noticed the other at first since the man didn't look up the road, but as he walked down the steps of his porch he just so happened to look over...and electric blue eyes blinked. Eyes widening seeing the sight of you walking back towards the house and gently tugging on the leads to steer them back towards the front of you as you walked. He blinked shaking his head before looking back to you.

"....Y/n?"

At your name being mentioned you looked up and your eyes lit up seeing the punk rocker standing there by a small mail box attached to his house probably about to get his mail before stopping to talk to you. Well obviously you smiled back at him as you walked.

"Piers!," you greeted and waved your hand around him. "Wasn't expecting to see you here."

"Y-Yeah. Same here-" He blinked looking don as all of a sudden he heard someone yell out a 'PIKA!' and blinked at all the small fuzzy pokemon staring up at him. Brows widening in surprise. "....Are those the pokemon from last year?"

"Uh.." You gave an embarrassed chuckle. "Yeah. It's a long story but the shortened version was that they were accidentally given back to me and I guess they're mine now. Just taking them out for a walk to get all that energy out."

"Uh huh..." He eventually shook his head. "Well congrats on the full team. Ya left yesterday for the cafe right? Ta get a job?" You nodded. "Oh. Did ya get it?''

You nodded again. "Yeah actually. I'm starting first thing tomorrow. Oh! By the way I never got to thank you for helping me work out something with Ruby. She's pretty chill about everything."

..He cleared his throat and reached a hand up to fiddle with his choker again. Huh. He seemed to do that a lot. "'S no problem. 'M just glad everything's working out for ya."

"Yeah...Well not everything." Your expression soured as your arms crossed. "That room mate is...something else."

"Oh boy." His own face cringed and he seemed to get a realization to your situation. "Ya met Pearl huh?"

"Oh yeah. Not only did I meet her but she threatened to sue me and insult me all under five minutes. I think it's a record for anyone who made me mad in a short amount of time...Wait. How do you know her?"

You were surprised when Piers let his arms flop to his sides and actually groaned. "You can say she a...'fan' o' mine an' not the kind I like."

"Let me guess. Obsessed fangirl who squeals and tries to constantly flirt with you?"

"...How did ya know?"

Ah. Wonderful. She's a karen and a crazy fangirl. "She seems the type. Glad she didn't try to work for you huh?"

"Oh believe me she applied for a position but thank Arceus Ruby's been keepin' 'er in line. *sigh* Raihan n' Gordie are much betta at takin' care of things like this. I know she's a fan but-"

"But nothing! She's an entitled karen who thinks because her dad's a lawyer all the way in Wyndon she can threaten to sue anyone. I already made it perfectly clear to her I won't be putting up with her so she can keep her nose outta my business." Yo blinked when Piers looked at you wide eyed. "...What?"

"Did...Did you..." A small smile appeared on his face and he looked ready to chuckle. "Did you chew 'er out?"

"You can say that-" CHIRP!! You looked back down and Silver impatiently tugged on your pants leg. "...But I'm gonna have to tell you about that some other time. I gotta get these guys home and get ready for my first day of work tomorrow. But let's catch up sometime ok? I'll buy you a coffee as thanks next time."

"O-Oh. Uh..Y-Yeah. *ahem* That sounds good. Coffee I mean!"

Smiling you waved a hand and began walking away again. "It's a date! Tell Marnie I said hi."

He watched you walk away slowly wide eyed before a blinking. "It's a...date?" Before shaking his head. "Figure of speech."

When you arrived all the way back home Ruby wasn't back yet and Pearl was either still in her room or out because you didn't see her downstairs. With a shrug you went back upstairs herding the small army up the stairs and into your room. Long story short, after a quick shower and heading to bed, you were FINALLY able to get the other five back in their pokeballs. How? Well you woke up in the early hours of the morning to them all in a sleeping pile against you, and after sneakily reaching for their pokeballs, managed to return them all excluding Silver away for the moment at least. You didn't want to risk them damaging anything or them being around Pearl. Being awake now, you decided now would be the time to get ready and head out to work. And you did. The air was chilly in the early morning as the sun was just starting to peek out in the sky. Good thing you had a coat. No surprise Silver followed after you whether you wanted to or not but you'd figure that out later. All the way three blocks to the right from the gym to the cafe where the open sign was already in the window so inside you went. The bell alerting Barbara who soon came out of the double doors and smiled seeing you.

"Ah! There you are youngin'. I was wondering if you were actually going to show up." Before she raised a brow at Silver. "And a new comer I see."

You nodded. "Yeah. I need the money also sorry about Silver, he follows me everywhere and refuses to stay home."

"Hmm...Well as long as he doesn't cause any trouble or try to eat the food I suppose he can stay. But he's your responsibility." You nodded. Well he was already so that didn't change. You blinked when all of a sudden a white apron was held out to you. "Here. Put on the uniform. Today will be a trial day to see how well you do, I'll walk you through on everything you need to know."

To make a long story short it wasn't a really eventful day. Basically your duties included making a fresh pot of coffee, and sitting behind the counter until eventually someone popped on in then do the entire customer service smile and do everything Barbara already ran through with you the last time you were here. Working the register, taking notes and handing them to the person through the window before taking said orders to whichever scarce person ordered it. You also finally got to meet Ms. Barbara's son who looked like a younger male version of his mother doing the dishes. By the time it was around six the doors finally closed, with you getting praised for a good day's work before being paid for the day and leaving. But not before being told you only had to work Monday through Friday's and had weekends off. Perfect. That worked well with you. That meant you got two days off! ..Or at least that's what you thought. The very next day you slept in a little late before getting up and taking your time getting dressed and heading down the stairs a smile on your face.

"Well it's about time you woke up." And you froze at the snobbish sounding voice. Turning your head your smile instantly vanished seeing one particular woman sitting on the living room couch. Yes. Pearl was frowning up at you with an expensive looking coat and handbag slung around her body looking like she was ready for a night on the town. "I've been waiting for ages."

"Uh...Hello to you too." Your brow rose. "What are you doing here?"

She scoffed rolling her eyes. "Besides the fact I live here?" You stared making her scowl further. "I was waiting for you of course! Ruby wouldn't let me leave until I let you know she left you a lift of work to do on the table!"

"She did?..Where is she anyways?"

"She went to work! Where else would she be? She also told me to tell you that she works really late on weekends so she won't be back until almost midnight. And now thanks to you I'm going to be late for work too!''

".....You go to work dressed like that?"

"If you mean better dressed then you then yes! HEL-LO! I work at a designer brand store. You need to dress the part in order to sell it! Oh. She also wants every single thing done before she gets back. For everyone's sake make sure you do that."

...Well you guessed that made sense. You never saw what she looked like before she went to work anyways but guess dressing 'fancy' was a requirement for her at least. After a few more eye rolls she finally left and you strolled into the kitchen indeed finding a peice of paper on the kitchen table. So you picked it up. And your eyes bulged at the llloooonngg list of chores written onto it. Most of it involving cleaning every thing in the kitchen. The oven. The microwave. The dishwasher. The sink. The table and counters. Inside the fridge- You get it. But also shampooing and cleaning the rug in the living room and dusting?? And a few other things listed?? I mean you expected to do a fair bit of cleaning in return for not having to pay the extra rent but you weren't expecting so much for the first day of cleaning...Sigh. Oh well. Fair is fair you guessed. The note said you could find anything you needed in the kitchen's supply closet so off you went. Deciding to clean the living room first since it was easier to clean the rug with less furniture and dusting around it really quick although the larger pieces of furniture like the sofas and TV stand was heavy and tricky. The kitchen however was a different story. It was easy enough to mop the floors and wipe down the counter tops and table, but the cleaning of the appliances was a whole other story. It took a bit of elbow grease and time and a few breaks, but you managed to power through. It was the over that took the longest to clean and by the time you were even done with that there was still the downstairs bathroom ...Great. Not a very exciting way to spend your Saturday. By the time it was pushing seven o'clock you had successfully cleaned the entire first floor of the house and the stairs leading upstairs your sore and tired body just basking on the coach with Silver flopped next to you. This day was really exhausting and Sunday didn't go any better. Pearl was the first to get home seemingly suspicious, judgingly looking around the place,...and for some reason looking nervous.

"You did remember to scrub the toilet right?"

"Get off my case. I'm finished so what's your problem?"

"Just asking cuz you seem like you demoted yourself to scrub toilets all the time?"

She was quick to deflect away from herself and you were too tired to complain about it all so you just went to bed early. The next day same thing. By the time you woke up, both Ruby and Pearl were missing and there was yet another note you found on the table with more duties including cleaning out the supply closet and basement, taking out the trash, and sweeping the second floor minus the bedrooms of course...Sigh. Well better get started.

That's how it was for THE longest time as day after day passed. Monday through Friday working hard at the cafe to get that money and on the weekends having the home mostly to yourself other than the list Ruby would always leave you on the table. Luckily there wasn't a whole mountain of things like your first weekend. Seriously. You had cleaned out Ruby's entire house minus both hers and Pearl's bedrooms. It was backbreaking work but you kept your promise to her. Ruby seemed to be happy towards you two and never asked about the lists so you assumed that meant she was happy with your work. Pearl however...still annoying and she shot you nd Silver dirty looks, but at least she'd act half way decent especially when Ruby was around. Whenever you had free time you'd go out you'd do things. Shopping for a few things when you had the extra money and walking your pokemon around town and at the park. You saw a couple more people mostly Team Yell doing tasks for Piers, but once or twice you'd see a moving van indicating someone was moving into one of the houses. Sometimes you'd see Piers was he seemed busy too. Often talking to his team outside the Gym or sometimes you'd hear him performing. Guess he was making up for lost time with Marnie which you didn't blame. He was a good big brother. The trees in the small park began turning colors their leaves falling and the air got chillier as September moved to gain way for the spooky month. You had just barely managed to give Ruby the four hundred you promised but you managed to pull it off before heading into October. The spookiest season was upon you all now. Which meant one day when you walked into work, Barbara had a giant box and had you and her son help set up some decorations around the place including ceramic pumpkins and black and white streamers on the lights. There was also lots of decor being put up in some of the houses and jack-o-lanturns on porches. Since more people had moved into the town making it's population steadily climb as the once empty houses were filled in. And had heard from Ruby that Piers was working on a small Halloween party which involved turning the gym into a haunted house. NEAT! Needless to say you were having a nice time as the days still flown by and you still worked and did chores on the weekends. ...Until it all came to a head the weekend just before Halloween. You had woken the last Saturday before Halloween and came down the stairs and saw Pearl on the sofa. Which wouldn't have been weird if she wasn't painting her nails with her earbuds on plugged into her phone most likely listening to music. Now someone wouldn't be wondering if this was weird, if it wasn't for the fact that she told you she worked on weekends too.

She must've felt your stare because she turned to you, scowled, and asked, "What?"

"What are you doing here? It's Saturday?"

"Yeah. I know that. Wow. Your point?," she asked back annoyed with an eye roll.

"You told me you worked on Saturdays," you said back frowning annoyed.

Pearl. Froze. Nearly dropping the nail brush and getting bright lavender nail polish on the clean sofa. "...Uh. I got the day off!" She cleared her throat turning back towards her hand. "Yeah! I'm taking a few days off for self care. You know it's always good to take a mental break from work as they say."

"..Um. Ok?"

You slowly made your way to the kitchen table. Well..you guessed even karens needed a break from yelling at their fancy workplace. Upon reaching the table and picking up the list, you blinked when you noticed a second note and a fifty dollar bill was laying right next to it. Confused you read over the first note which had a few generic chores and a small note from Ruby asking you to pick up some groceries. OH. It was a shopping list. Although your f/c eyes blinked stopping at one line written on it.

"And don't forget to clean out your room. I'm tired of tripping over designer clothes every time I walk into your room."

That line confused you. What designer clothes? You didn't own anything that fancy. The fanciest thing you owned was one or two shirts with funny prints and it's not like you left them all scattered about on the floor. ...So you decided to call over to Pearl about that.

"Hey, Pearl?"

"Uuuuhh. What now?"

You decided to not comment on her tone and instead held up the note when she looked annoyed at you. "I think Ruby's telling me to clean your room?"

Pearl looked lost for a moment...before her face dropped and you could've swore she paled a bit. "..Uh...I-I think that part's actually meant for me! Yeah!" You rose a brow at her sudden semi-nervous tone. "She must've wrote that down because she left so early in the morning! You know how much of an early rookidee she is." Well...you guessed that made sense? "Hey. You should go get that stuff from the store now. Halloween's coming and Ruby wants to grab a few bags of candy before they run out. Y'know those kids get sugar cravings."

"Um...Ok, I guess." You could use a run to the local convivence store yourself and pick up a few things.

So you left. Didn't like the awkward tension that was created so you decided to just do some shopping for yourself and Ruby before returning to do the rest of the things on the list. Lucky for you most of the major stores were near the gym and since you were near the gym that meant it was just a quick walk down one or two streets until stopping at said store and walking in with Silver at your heels. Grabbing one of those shopping carts, you began to walk with it up and down the aisles grabbing all the things on Ruby's list remembering to grab one or two bags of halloween candy and some things for yourself including a dencent sized bag of pokemon food to feed the little monsters. Gotta keep them fed somehow. The real problem started when you were waiting at the register for the cashier to finish scanning your items. You were just standing there when a familiar man walked in and stopped in the doorway seeing you there.

"Y/n, mate."

Your head of course turned hearing your name and you smiled seeing none other than Piers walk in himself. "Piers! Hey I haven't seen you in a while. Where have you been?"

He shrugged. "Mostly monitoring Spikemuth's new growth and overseeing some new community programs I think would help make it better for everyone an' helpin' Marn-marn with 'er online classes. She's been studyin' hard trying to catch up since she took a year off from school ta do the challenge. But she's a smart girl so she should catch up in no time."

Oh. So that's the reason you hadn't seen him in a while. He sounded like a busy guy. "Programs? Oh. You mean like the recycling bens I saw your guys set up at the park."

He nodded. "Yeah. Reducin' waste 's good and all that. ...H-How about you? I heard from Ruby ya completed your deposit with her."

You nodded. "Things are well although I admit I haven't had much time to myself. Usually running around and making sure things get done. Y'know?..By the way what are you doing here?"

"'M picking up some ingredients for Marn-Marn's favorite lunch." He blinked at the amount of food you were buying. "But it looks like you're shoppin' too huh?"

You shook your head. "Nah. I'm only getting a few things. Most of this stuff is just some stuff Ruby wanted me to pick up for her."

As soon as the words left your lips the small smile on Piers's face instantly disappeared. "..Ruby?" You nodded. "That's weird."

"What's weird?"

"She told me she's havin' Pearl pick up some stuff for her today. Did she chase her mind?"

"She left me a note and some money asking me to do it since she works on weekends."

His brows shot up. "A note?" You nodded. "...Ruby doesn't work weekends. I've been paying 'er extra to help tutor Marnie in some subjects m' bad at, then she goes out with her boyfriend." You froze staring at him when he asked. "Who told you that?"

"...Pearl..did. Last month since they both work weekends-"

"Hol' up!" He stopped you holding up a hand a frown coming to his face. "Pearl told you that?" You nodded. "Y'n, neither o' 'em work the weekends. I should know since it's the only time I can shop at the clothes store without bumpin' into her."

".....She ...doesn't?" He shook his head and the realization struck you. Pearl had fricking LIED TO YOU!! Your face instantly scowled. "Then where the heck has she been going on the weekends!?"

"I 'ave no idea." His face frowned more before he sighed and shook his head. "Oh my Arceus....We need to go tell Ruby about this." He looked back up and pointed back towards the door. "Like right now before it goes any further.''

You could only nod in agreement not finding the words to express your anger right now. Because...she LIED to you! About working on weekends. Why? Was it to avoid you? You didn't mind if she wanted to go out every weekend and you wouldn't have bothered to ask since it wasn't your place to ask what she did in her free time. So why would she feel the need to lie about that? Or taking a vacation when you asked about it this morning!? And why would she lie about Ruby wanting you to be the one to go grocery shopping for her?! ..Unless..Your anger doubled at her weird reaction. Did she lie about Ruby leaving you those notes as well?! You never questioned it with her since Ruby never brought it up whenever you two spoke and she seemed to be happy that you did a good job. But of course if Pearl had to you lied about the notes then she could've lied to Ruby as well and neither of you knew! But now the truth came out thanks to Piers..Honestly it probably would've come out anyways since this was the last weekend you were supposed to help Ruby out. If Pearl had tried to pull this trick again when you weren't under that obligation anymore she would've been busted. Or maybe it was her plan all along to just expand this trick for just those two months? Who knew? After paying, you left with Piers with one of those giant paper bags you had to carry with both arms and had to keep up with the fast pace the lankier frowning man as he steered you all the way back towards the gym. Needless to say you two were fuming angry but you both would soon find out your anger would not match Ruby's in the slightest. Stopping in front of the Gym Piers stopped you and said one thing.

"Wait here a sec. I'll go n' set off the fireworks." You didn't exactly want to wait but did as he asked, waiting on the sidewalk and watching as Piers walked his way into the building and disappear. And you were left there for a solid three minutes before the LOUDEST lady scream you had ever heard rang through the air.

"SHE DID W H A T!?"

It was so loud you even lost your anger for a moment to jump at the high volume. A VERY loud WHAM sound came from inside of the gym and you stood there wide eyed as a VERY angry woman kicked the door leading into the building open. It was Ruby. And she wasn't angry. Oh no. She. Was. Furious!! Her brows were creased so much they could've made contact from the opposite sides of her face. Her knuckles already turning white balled into fists. Her stomping could out do a snorlax's. Her nose scrunched up and teeth bared back in such a way you expected her to have fangs with that snarl. The sight even made you half way freeze up seeing her.

"PEARL!! WHERE!?", was all she managed to squeeze out in her fury. Tone like a crazy mad arcanine.

You instantly shot your hand out towards the house and Ruby turned to stomp off towards the home. You stared after her as Piers slowly reemerged and watched along with you before eventually started to follow her all the way to the house where Ruby marched right up the steps and just like before literally kicked the door open with the force of a hundred mudsdales making the slam echo through out the inside and outside of the house.

"WHAT. DID. YOU. DO!?"

The she hulk disappeared into the house to continue yelling even from down the street where you two still approached you could hear Ruby's furious roars through the open door.

"OH DON'T YOU DO THAT 'I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT' ACT WITH ME!! YOU KNOW THOSE NOTES I LEFT WERE FOR YOU AND ONLY YOU!! WHY DID MY BOSS JUST TELL ME YOU'VE BEEN PUSHING YOUR WORK ONTO Y/N!?"

You two could barely make out the yelling of another voice that wasn't as loud as Ruby's but still loud enough to be heard. "ALL THOSE CHORES WEREN'T MEANT JUST FOR ME!! SOME OF THEM WERE HER RESPONSIBILITY!!"

"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO TELL HER WHICH HALF WAS HERS NOT SHOVE THE ENTIRE LIST AT HER AND RUN OFF!! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!? WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING!? WHY WOULD YOU LIE ABOUT ME LIKE THAT!?"

"I NEVER DID THAT!! YOU DON'T HAVE ANY PROOF!!"

"MY BOSS RAN INTO HER AT THE BLOODY STORE SHOPPING!! SOMETHING I TOLD YOU TO DO!! ARE YOU SAYING TWO PEOPLE JUST MAGICALLY DECIDED TO LIE ABOUT THE SAME THING!?" There wasn't any answer from Pearl after that and you two finally got to the steps and stopped into the doorway. The sight inside like something out of a dramatic movie scene. Ruby was standing there scarier than a raging beartic staring down Pearl who looked extremely pale and scared as a mouse on the sofa. Her phone and the nail polish having fallen to the floor and the lavender color seeping into the carpet no doubt going to leave a stain. "I TRUSTED YOU WITH ONE THING AND YOU CAN'T EVEN DO THAT!? YOU PULLED A WHOLE LOT OF GARBAGE BUT THIS TAKES THE ENTIRE DUMPSTER FIRE!!"

Pearl did her best impression of a goldfish opening and closing her mouth before doing a double take and seeing the two of you standing there staring from the doorway. As if some kind of newfound confidence was regained in her seeing you she scowled and said something that would seal her fate.

"WELL I WOULDN'T HAVE DONE IT IF SHE HAD JUST APOLOGIZED IN THE FIRST PLACE!! BESIDES THAT WORK IS BENEATH ME!!"

"OH! So it's beneath you then?," Ruby asked in a sarcastic tone back and while she didn't yell anymore although there was still the sinister rage behind it. "Oh. Well I guess that's a good thing. Because I decided that I agree with you. You won't be doing that stuff anymore."

Pearl gave a smirk at you clearly thinking she had won-

"BECAUSE YOU'RE EVICTED AFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY!!"

There was a silence as Pearl froze and you two stared still before she whirled wide eyed to Ruby and yelled. "WHAT!? Y-YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!"

"OHO! Yes I can! This is my house! I own everything here."

"But-...B-But we're family! You can't do that to your own flesh and blood-"

"THE HECK I CAN'T!! You wouldn't even be living with me if I could help it! The only reason I let you is because Uncle Ross begged me to! And if it wasn't for him you wouldn't even have a job if he hadn't asked his friend to do you a solid!" She counted on her fingers. "Ever since you got here you constantly eat my food, you're rude to all my friends and everyone else you meet, you're always trying to flirt with my boss when I'm trying to work making me look bad, and you're extremely lazy and entitled! But you know what..I tried to help you out because we're family. But I had NEVER thought you'd stoop so low as to lie about me and put all that work on my tenant. But I guess asking you to not be a spoiled little brat was too much to ask!!"

"You can't kick me out! I know my rights! My lease isn't up yet!"

"You're right." Ruby gave a strained smile. "That's why I'm going to be nice and give you two months to pack and find somewhere else to live. Because I'm not letting you renew your lease when it's up!"

"You can't do that-"

"Apparently you didn't read he contract you signed! And don't you DARE try to use that 'My dad will sue you' crap! I sent a copy to Uncle Ross and I've been keeping him updated every time you cause trouble!" Pearl froze. All the blood draining from her face making her look like a ghost. "What? You didn't think I was serious when I told you I'd keep him in the loop or were you not paying attention again? In fact I should call him right now-"

"NO!! DON'T CALL HIM!! PLEASE-"

"Then leave!" Ruby cut her up making her shut up. "Your lease ends on New Years. You got two months to figure it out! If you're not out by then I'm calling Uncle Ross! And if you even THINK about trying to pull anything else or skipping out on rent these last few months I'll call him right then and there and make sure he gets every detail about what you did."

Pearl continued to stare like a goldfish between her and you two in the doorway before dramatically turning and throwing herself from the sofa. Running like an angry teenager up the stairs and all the way to her room making sure to slam the door behind her. And then there was silence. Just you two awkwardly standing in the doorway and Ruby glaring off where her cousin had disappeared ..before she sighed and tiredly turned her head towards you and Piers.

"Gee..I uh...I'm sorry you both had to see that, Boss. I didn't think she'd do something like this."

Surprisingly Piers didn't even react like he expected the entire thing to happen. And waved a hand. "Nah. Somethin' like that woulda happened with her sooner or later anyways. Tho I don' think I'm the one who needs the apology."

She looked at you. "Oh..Right. *sigh* Y/n. I'm so sorry. I never knew Pearl would-"

"Don't worry about it." You cut her off with a shrug. "Like you said, you didn't know. So how could I blame you for something you didn't do? Besides nothing really bad happened. Just a whole bunch of chores and cleaning. Don't get me wrong. I'm still angry at her." You frowned. "But I'll happily take being tricked into doing chores then fighting power hungry weirdos with ancient pokemon for a third time."...Ruby blinked. "Besides. It looks like it's resolved now right?"

"I still feel really bad you were put in that position. I promise it'll make sure it won't happen again. Here." She walked over and took the giant paper bag away from you. "I'll take care of the rest of the rest of the chores. Go out and enjoy your weekend."

"Are you sure?"

"I'll be fine. It's not the first time I put away groceries or did laundry." She nodded towards her boss. "Besides you two deserve to have some alone time for a change."

A record scratch noise went off in your head and you both stared at her. "...What?"

Ruby rose a brow. "Aren't you two da-"

"FRIENDS." Piers cut in quickly clearing his throat, a sudden pink rushing to his cheeks. "W-We're friends. We just haven't had time to hang out 's all Ruby. Ya should know how busy we've been."

You blinked looking between them but Ruby seemed to get the hint Piers was sending. "Oooh. Right. *ahem* You have been pretty busy with that haunted house."

"Yes. N-Now if you both will excuse me-" He turned and quickly walked away. "-I-I still have ta put the bloody thing together before then!"

And he left. You watching him go before looking towards Ruby and asking, "What just happened?"

To which she shrugged. "I'm not too sure myself."

Needless to say you got the rest of weekend off and you spent that time enjoying your weekend and spent it relaxing and taking your little herd to the park. Funnily enough you didn't see Pearl at all for the next few days until she came home from work. The nasty glares continued but it seemed she lost all bite to say anything mean and if Ruby was just around she would just silently skulk to and from the kitchen, the front door, and her room. Not that you minded. It was relieving. You also finally managed to fully pay the deposit to Ruby so yay for regular rent price finally. You also unfortunately had to work on Halloween so you missed the start of the small Halloween fair Piers was putting on but he made up for that when he came in near the closing of your shift to grab a cup of tea of all things. You had seen a few people (mostly children) in some costumes, but you weren't expecting Piers of all people to walk in all dressed up...well. Sorta dressed up. His hair was styled purple and some green and he wore a purple jacket. He must've noticed your look because he chuckled and replied.

"Heh..Like my costume. Decided ta get into the spirit more."

"Uh yeah. You look good....What are you supposed to be?"

"A mareanie. Figured it'd be a nice way ta keep my style and shake things up just for the holiday."

"That's great Piers!"

"Thanks...Um. I don't suppose you'll be joining us would ya?"

You sadly shook your head. "I can't. I'm working until six but I'll try to stop by."

"Oh. Yeah! That'd be great. We can all use all the support we can get."

He stayed and chatted a bit more but he eventually he did have to go with you still working the day away. But you still smiled because from here you could still hear the faint sounds of Piers's singing.

"'S close to midnight and somethin' evil's lurking through the dark!~ Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart!~ Ya try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it!~ Ya start ta freeze as horrors look you right between the eyes!~ You're paralyzed!~ CUZ THIS IS THRILLER!!~ THRILLER NIGHT!!~ And no one's gonna save ya from the beast 'bout ta strike!!~ YOU KNOW IT'S THRILLER!!~ THRILLER NIGHT!!~ You're fighting for your life inside a killer thriller tonight!!!~"

-NOVEMBER TO DECEMBER-

As per the second year of you being there Halloween came and went. Pumpkins were thrown away. Candy was gladly eaten. And decorations were taken down until next year to be displayed again. And the next time you saw Piers he was completely back to normal, although you could still faintly see some purple-green dye leftover in his hair until it wore off after a while. More weeks passed and it went from a pleasant chill to a very cold as December hit. Good thing you had a coat. Things were good with Ruby although she still apologized for not stopping Pearl sooner from time to time. As for Pearl....Eh. You two barely ran into each other now. You sometimes saw her get food from the kitchen or take one or two empty boxes upstairs to start packing things since this was her last month of living there or sometimes you saw her returning from her late shifts at the store early in the mornings. But she didn't speak to you and would only glare. Through November she had tried to 'talk sense' into Ruby. * cough cough* begging and complaining *cough* But Ruby held firm and her choice was final. She have up around three days into December but that didn't stop her glares. And she didn't try starting a fight with you no doubt scared that Ruby would make good on her threat of telling her father. But eh. Such is life. But she absolutely would go off in one last tizzy before she left. And it all started on one of the day's you were off. It was just a typical Saturday when you woke up and smiled at seeing some snow out the window ..it was a good day to go out for a walk. So out you went into the cold the outside was ..nice and it put a smile on your face. The town was quiet with there being already some Christmas decorations up and once or twice you could see a Christmas tree in one of the windows of the houses you passed by. The snowflakes slowly falling around and on you making for a pretty sight as happy families walked past. Well they did say it was the most wonderful time of the year so you guessed it would be the happiest too. You inhaled a breath of clean fresh air and let it out slowly seeing your breath. An air of calm coming over you. You wondered what the guys were up too? You hadn't really heard from them in a while. You hoped whatever training they were going through went ok...Note to self. Buy a phone soon.

It was when you were passing by the gym that you had stopped and blinked. Because there was a LOT of boxes of multiple sizes in front of it. And lots of Team Yell moving them around as well as what looked like a freshly cut pine tree on the open floor of the gym, and standing in the middle of this chaos was the man himself, Piers. Although he was back to wearing that long coat in this cold weather. He was talking with another man holding a clipboard and seemed to be pointing at a box every now and then. Meanwhile some other man right in front of him was trying to dislodge something from under a massive heavy looking box. Smiling widely, you started walking up towards them.

"Hot Pink!" The punk instantly turned to you as soon as you said his name waving. "Hey! Wasn't expecting to see you out so early in the morning. What's up?"

"Bunny!" Piers smiled and turned away from both men near him..and turned his back directly to the guy who pulled harder on the stool feeling it starting to come loose. "'M gettin' ready for my Christmas promotional. Wot are ya doin' here?"

You smiled wider stopping a little bit aways from him. "I decided to take a walk. It's nice outside today."

The man behind Piers wobbled more tugging on the tool more.

"Huh. It does feel nice out today huh? *sigh* It's days like this that make me glad to be home to celebrate the holidays."

"Oh. So I'm taking it you're not going to Wyndon this year?"

"Nah. City's too big and I have no obligation there. 'Sides even if someone did invite me I'd decline. Don't feel like travelin' for a good while and Marnie deserves a good Christmas at home. Ya got any plans?"

You shook your head. "Not yet. But since I get Christmas off I think I'd like to stop by your new show since I'm finally free now."

His face lit up a bit more. "That'd be great. There'll be plenty ta do 'fore I perform. Hehe. Marnie would neva let me live it down if I forget her favorite Christmas tradition so help m-EE!?"

The man finally got his crowbar free...but at a price. It ended up in him losing his balance and sending him cascading back right to collide into Piers's back causing the punk to be thrown forward towards you. On instinct his arms flew out thankfully to catch the wall and successfully stopping himself from falling down and taking you with him...But that didn't stop his face from colliding with yours. Both frozen as something soft collided with your own lips.

...And then a shriek broke loose.

[kandadiff]

Dark Side of the Sun 2

"Jesus," Edward said pretending to be ignorant to the shouts towards you. Xavier's hand on your elbow squeezed as though asking if you were okay. Your eyes were glued on your ex, the matching tattoo that adorned your skin itched as though sensing your discomfort. "She already dumped me." Ed shook his head, the smirk playing once again on his lips. "Don't need to rub that shit in." You scoffed wanting to walk past him and into the awards show. "She already is." Edward was walking towards you and you wanted to push past him to where Harry and Kitty were standing by the door to the venue. But you didn't move - instead you didn't move. "Look at how gorgeous she looks."

Xavier mocked him "And you showed her that without her you look awful."

Amused, Edward looked from him to you then back at him shaking his head. "I know I downgraded but" he looked Xavier up and down again. "You know you did too, right?" The woman interviewing Edward giggled - happy with the content.

"Oh thats really funny!" Xavier faked a laugh. "That hickey on your neck from a hooker or your boy William?" Edwards jaw tightened and one of him (or Harry's people) ordered the woman to cut that out as well as move on to another person. Xavier was unbothered but it "I just heard rumors, I'm actually surprised you went for a girl-"

"What to talk about rumors?" Edward asked leaning over you to be closer to Xavier. "I know you stick your dick into anyone who has an open hole. Boys, girls, doesn't matter to you."

"I was single." Xavier shrugs and leaned closer to Edward. Both gathering attention of fans that crowded the red velvet ropes. "Whats your excuse? Just sad she won't touch your pathetic dick?"

"Stop!" You hissed stepping past both of them and into the lavish venue.

"She's right." Edward gave a wicked smile "Lets not play the 'who's dick is bigger' we both know its mine."

Xavier laughed and shook his head. "She'll be screaming my name tonight while your dick will be in your hand." With that Xavier stepped past Ed and followed you into the building.

~

We were all sat together. Thankfully, Edward was a few rows back but you could feel his eyes boring into head as you waited for the show to start. You thanked Katya for getting you a drink having a feeling you definitely would need it.

As you drank you watched Tatianna, her girlfriend Faye and Damien head towards the hallway out. Not returning until the lights lowered and Drake went on stage opening the show in a stunning performance. Damien knocked into your legs as he tried to make his way back as quietly as possible but failing incredibly. Thankfully the sound around us was so loud no one could heard your curses.

"Sorry!" Damien patted your head before giggling and sitting next to me.

Once look at his dilated pupils and almost inconspicuous white powder below his nose I could tell he was high. Seemed to be that pattern now days. "🍝Are you serious?" I whispered harshly at him. "🍝the show just started! we have to be here for another 2 hours!"

"This!" He raised one of the many necklaces that adorned his neck. Attached to the chain was a skinny metal tube decorated with diamonds and skull charms. "Makes it easier!" His voice was sing song and his smile wide. I rolled my eyes "Take some!"

"No." I shoved the tube away and rolled my eyes.

"Oh stop being like that! Maybe it will bring some sense into you!" He sung loudly and I hushed him.

"You're being too loud."

"Who cares!" He shouted again causing a few people to look back at us from the rows infront of us. "LOOK AT US A COUPLE ON TOP! RIGHT?!" He cackled "god its hot!" he took off his suit jacket and I attempted to silence him. He refused. "Now she wants me to shut up!" He looks at me "You were just begging me to talk to you yesterday! woman! right?"

"Stop Damien!" I demanded "You're high and everyone is looking!"

"Since when do you give a fuck about everyone? You don't give a fuck about me!" He shouted now catching the attention of one of the camera men who shoved his camera towards us and away from drake. "She doesn't give a fuck about me!" I sighed trying to calm myself down when I saw Taylor looking back at us with amusement clear on her face from just 2 rows away from us. "Taylor!" He called out to the blonde "Does she give a fuck about me? No right!"

"STOP!" I shouted but he kept going,

"Maybe I should've made you my girlfriend!" He laughed stickling his tongue out at her giggling form. "Lets go! You're leaving with me!"

Unable to deal with it anymore I stood up "You're fucking disgusting" I spat but he shrugged "Fuck you, Damien. I'm done with you."

"Ooooo" Tatiana giggled as I moved past everyone just needed to get away for a little bit.

~

[atozphantomsquadron]

Chapter 12: The Long Road

July 4th, continued

It doesn’t take us long to pack … all of us have been living on the go, so to speak, for months, so we have our own “go-kits” … but we’re not leaving until tomorrow morning anyway.  The Salems insisted that we stay through the night, for my sake.

I have my overnight bag assembled, ready to go.  I set it just outside my room, allowing a stuffed hawk to guard it, eternally in descent toward prey that has long since disappeared.  Surprisingly, there’s not a lot of people mulling about.  I can’t even find William, as prone as he is to clinging to me like a loyal puppy.

“Anyone here?  Michi?  William?”

No one.  I’m on guard, and my hand is on the Sword, when I venture down the hallway toward the dining room.  My stomach’s growling: dinner will feel good, then I can resume searching for my friends.

William suddenly appears in my path.  Much to my surprise, he picks me up and carries me in his arms, walking through the doorway into the dimly-lit dining room.

“William, what’s up?  What are you doing?”  I’m laughing, but at the same time I’m a little worried.

“You’ll see.”  He simply grins.  The ride in his arms only lasts until he can carry me to the center of the room.  Once my feet hit the floor, the lights are thrown on at full power.

Dear God in Heaven, it’s a surprise party!  Amidst the bellows of “SURPRISE!” and the singing of “Happy Birthday,” I try to locate all of my friends.  Fortunately, it doesn’t take long: Michi and her parents are parting the crowd, carrying a large sword-shaped sheet cake, with Fahaian and Grandmother behind them.  William still stands behind me, gently urging me forward.

Sixteen candles.  Fahaian flicks his lighter, and the candles instantly start glowing, all at once.  Everyone around us cheers this trick.

William’s face is right by my ear.  He warmly whispers, “make a wish, Alanna.”

I take a deep breath and close my eyes.  What should I wish for?

I wish my family will be back together soon.

The air I’ve been holding in my lungs gets a quick journey out, extinguishing all sixteen candles in one puff.  Another cheer.  More smiling faces.  A gentle hug from behind by William.

You’d think we were normal people.

The party goes on for a long while, right up to midnight.  During the festivities, I learn a lot about many of the refuge’s supernaturals, many of whom already know me.  Some of them seem to have utterly useless powers, such as the man who was able to talk to amphibians (“Call me Frog-Boy, everybody else does”), or the woman who lays eggs that contain various vintages of wine (“I used to be really popular at parties, believe me”).  Others, I can understand why the New Empire might be afraid of them, since they have useful, offensive powers, ranging from explosive long-distance flatulence (“Just don’t stand behind me after I eat a bowl of baked beans”) to the Olympic javelin-thrower with a rubberized arm (“They could’a let me keep my gold medal, y’know, because it’s not my fault I’m a human slingshot”).

I mentally catalog every person’s power.  Later tonight, I’ll write down the whole list before I go to bed, that way I won’t forget.  I’ll need as many soldiers as I can get when the time comes.

When the blueshirts fall.

The party’s winding down, as many of the revelers are heading to bed.  A few of them are actually going through the Avalon portal tonight, so this doubles as their farewell party.  Michi comes over to my side, as I sit down to my third piece of birthday cake.

“Hey girl, I hope this is good enough of a party for you.  Sorry we don’t have any gifts …”

I shake Michi’s shoulder.  “Being with you guys … having you guys do this for me is the greatest gift I could get this year.”  I hug her gently.

William, in the corner of the room, has his guitar again and is playing, something lively.  Fahaian, looking nervous as hell, walks up to us and holds his hand out …

… to Michi.

“Would you care to have this dance, my lady?”  He has that charming smile on his face again, but it doesn’t hide his nerves, because I can see those in his eyes.

Michi looks over at me, like she’s asking permission.  Not like it really matters that much to me.  I simply nod quietly.

She looks up at Fahaian and gives him probably the warmest grin she’s given him since the night they first met.  “What the hell, sure.”  She takes his offered hand.  He helps her to her feet and leads her to the open space on the floor, where they begin dancing.  William, still playing, smiles at the two of them, much the same way I am I suspect.

Their dance is humorous, but also cute.  It’s obvious that Michi’s not much of a dancer, because she keeps stepping on Fahaian’s feet.  For his part, the prince is very patient with her, twirling her around, making her giggle.

Michi never giggles, unless she’s doing something violent.

I watch them for a while, and my focus shifts between the two of them dancing and William playing his guitar.  I could just grab him and dance with him right now …

I think that’s what this birthday girl’s going to do.  I stand up and cross the floor, coming up to right in front of William.  I hold out both of my hands to him.

“Let’s dance!”

He looks up, grins widely, and sets down the six-string.  By now, other people who can play are around him, their own instruments improvising a cheerful dance number.  I think William’s relieved by this, as he stands up and takes me in his arms again.  Before long, we’re dancing right alongside Michi and Fahaian.

There’s a lot of happiness in the air right now.  Desperate happiness.

After a few dances, the party finally breaks up.  Some of the musicians remain in the room, having an impromptu jam session, while the others make their way either out of the Ranch house or back to their respective rooms.  William escorts me down the hallway, and I sneak a look back to see Michi and Fahaian.

They’re holding hands.  She has her head on Fahaian’s shoulder, very familiarly.  Quite a difference from the first few months he was here.

“They’re cute, aren’t they?”  William’s question snaps me out of my reverie.

“Oh yeah.  Opposites attract, right?  They used to be at each other’s throats all the time … now look at them.”

There’s a wide smile on William’s face.  “I can understand how he feels.  How they feel.”

Now my attention is fully on William.  Reality is starting to settle into my mind.  “You know, when we leave here, that’s it.  We’re on our own.  Our friends won’t be able to help us, unless we can get back here.”

He nods gently.  “That’s why I wanted to do this for you.”

Now my eyebrows are raising.  “The party was your idea?”

“Michi and Kitty told me about what your birthdays used to be like on the rez.  So I improvised one for you.”

My face feels hot.

“Happy birthday, Alanna.”  He lowers his face and places the gentlest, most loving kiss I’ve ever had on my lips.  Soon my arms are around his shoulders, because my heart is wishing this moment can last forever.

~~~~

July 5th

I’m glad we had the party last night, because thus far the trip’s been utter hell.

We left early this morning, with a lot of cheering from everyone around the refuge.  Michi had a cursory once-over from her dad before she climbed into the truck.  As usual, Gabe’s at the wheel, but the truck’s a little overstuffed, now that our travelling party has nearly doubled.

One thing that surprised me before we left was that Grandmother asked to talk to me privately.  When I consented and we moved away from the group, she handed me a small card.

“Keep this with you, Alanna, and think of us.  You’ll always be home and in the heart of love when you do.”  And then she hugged me, with tears in her eyes again.

Who is her daughter, and why am I a reminder of her?

I have the card in my pocket.  Every so often, when we have a peaceful moment, I’ve been pulling it out and reading it.  It has a short, beautiful prayer printed on it:

-Lord in Heaven, Creator of Earth

-Remind me what in life has worth

-Family, friends, all those I love

-My shelter ‘til I meet You above

-And keep me safe ‘til the day when

-I see them again, in Your name, Amen.

Peaceful moments, though, have been very few and far between in the first six hours of the trip.  We’ve already had to fight our way through three blueshirt checkpoints, and it’s pretty much guaranteed that we’re going to encounter way more, as word reaches the others that we’re out here.

Speak of the devil … there’s another line of blueshirt cars blocking the road.  Chimney Rock rises behind them, taunting us.  My hand’s on the Sword already.

“Play it cool, Alanna,” Gabe admonishes.  “We don’t know if they know we’re us.”

“And the other checkpoints wouldn’t describe our car?” Michi angrily demands.

“Point taken.  Let’s just play it cool for now, let’s see what happens.”

It doesn’t take long to find out what happens.  As soon as they have us in their sights, the blueshirts open fire.  Hopefully we won’t need to take too long to clear these people out … and hopefully no supernaturals will be in the mix.  We all pile out of Gabe’s truck, hiding behind the doors and letting them take the brunt of the gunfire aimed at us.

Michi is powering a spell behind me: I can feel the glow against my back.  Behind her, I hear the growling that comes with William’s transformation. 

Better give them some cover.

When the gunfire slows down … probably for reloading … I peek my head around the corner.  The churning starts in my stomach, the churning I’ve been learning to control.  It eventually erupts.  I firecast toward the blueshirts, and watch them scatter.

Next thing I see is Fahaian, emerging from my fire stream and getting his martial arts kicks on.  Several of the blueshirts fall away from him.  Others are running … running for their cars, to run him over.

Michi stops that with a spell launched over my shoulder.  The blueshirt car with the revving engine has a catastrophic failure, exploding before it can even get moving.  Fahaian looks back over at us and flashes a thumb’s-up.

William’s turn, now.  More blueshirts are starting to approach, and another three cars’ worth of backup has arrived.  The wendigo is completely loosed, stampeding toward the massing forces.  I’m right behind him, getting ready to pull out the Sword.  The hilt’s in my hand …

A stabbing pain hits me in the small of my back.  My legs lose any and all strength, and I collapse under my own weight.  The Sword remains in its scabbard as I catch a mouthful of dirt.  I’m not so concerned about that right now, though.

I’ve been shot.  Again. 

After the initial shock of the strike, though, I’m finding that my legs are coming back to me.  I can still move them: after slapping my thigh I realize I still have feeling.  Michi and Gabe run up behind me: as Michi provides a shield for him, Gabe reaches me and places both hands on my back.

“What is it?  What happened to me?”

I feel a different pain, a stinging pain.  Then Gabe comes around to where I can see him.  “I don’t know if this is a joke or not, but …”

He’s holding a tranquilizer dart.  “Who shot me?!”

“I don’t know.  I’ll check this out later, for now let’s get you out of the line of fire.”

“Gabe, I’m fine.  I don’t feel like I’m getting knocked out, just a little shocked.  I’m going in!”

Gabe tries to stop me, but I’m too fast for him.  I’m running up to cover William’s back, Sword and wings out.  Once the Guardswoman is present, I flap my wings to lift off and speed toward the battle.  The weapon swings freely through the assembled blueshirt forces, cutting up cars and just missing the men in the uniforms.

Something’s different this time …

I still have control over the Guardswoman: the power is remaining under rein.  Thank you, Durga!  But something else is weird.  I feel like I have too much energy.

Aren’t tranquilizers supposed to knock you out?

My excess energy is translating into the Guardswoman, fighting more fiercely … more mercilessly.  It’s not long before the Sword tastes blueshirt blood.

Not the pawns!  They’re not worth it!

I’m quickly losing control again.  Before the Guardswoman takes another life, I force her to sheathe the Sword.  I’m back to myself, but I still have the bloodlust.  I grab a blueshirt and throw him … literally … over the top of his car.

William notices my anger, despite the wendigo, and rushes over to help me (stop me?).  I don’t seem to want to be stopped, though, and I keep tearing through the blueshirt lines, flapping to hover over them, firecasting with abandon.

There’s a taloned hand grabbing my ankle and yanking me down to the ground.  I look and see the wendigo.  Even without William’s eyes, the beast looks concerned.

“What’s … wrong … Alanna?”

I can’t tell him.  I can’t articulate what’s going on, although I can tell it’s taking all of William’s concentration to make the wendigo talk.  As this conversation goes on, though, an older blueshirt approaches us, weapon raised.

“Freeze right there!  Hands up!”

We see him, white hair in a ponytail behind his blue collar, blue eyes set in stone, his weapon leveled at us.  He can’t hold it too steadily, and the end of the barrel jiggles around at random.  Just as suddenly as he corners us, though, his face gets this unusual look.

He’s looking at me.  At my chest.  I feel really self-conscious about this pervert checking me out.  His mouth opens, and his words change my mind about him.

“Vibria?”

He spotted Mom’s maiden name on the shirt.  Who is this guy?

Some more blueshirts are coming our way.  We don’t have time to discuss things, but I need answers.  I grab the older blueshirt’s wrist and drag him down to face level with me.  “You’re coming with us, buddy.  Any complaints, take it up with him.”

He looks over at William, then back at me.  My nose is smoking.  I think we have compliance.  I stand up and drag him back to Gabe’s truck, with William, coming out of his wendigo form and gnawing on more moose jerky, behind us.

Gabe has a quizzical look on his face as we approach and throw the guy into the back with Michi and Fahaian, who clutch him tight as William climbs in. 

“I didn’t realize we’re taking prisoners now.”

I shoot a sharp glare at Gabe.  “This one’s different.  I want some answers.  Just drive, I’ll take care of him.”

Gabe shrugs and starts the truck up, continuing on the road to Wisconsin.  I’m not quite concerned about the driving right now, as I turn around and confront the blueshirt.

“All right, start talking.  Who are you?”

The blueshirt is ever defiant.  He glares at me.  “What are you doing with that name on your clothes?”

“That’s irrelevant!”

He grits his teeth.  “Then I’m not telling you shit, lady.”

My nostrils are smoking again.  I growl audibly.  “If you must know … it’s my mother’s maiden name.”

His eyes widen.  I hear a quiet whisper.  “Shanee …”

My eyes narrow.  “No.  Ariel.”  I have a sneaking suspicion …

The blueshirt’s face softens considerably.  I think he’s about to cry.  He’s starting to make me sympathize with him, and then he unloads the coup de grace.

“All these years … I thought I would never have any knowledge of that time again, never see any sign of it.”  His voice quavers.  “My name is Julian Vibria.  I think I’m your grandfather.”

[noctallawriteheartecanwrite]

Deer Caught in my Headlights Prologue

Della's Memory April 13th, 12:06 AM

I let Schummer lead me around Alana’s house with bated breath. I hadn’t seen any sign of Rey since we arrived and my sister had started asking around for him. 

“Della, if you keep glaring at every person we pass-” I sighed as I pulled my hand free from her grasp, causing her to turn around. My sister’s hair was flat ironed straight and pulled into a high ponytail with some pieces left to frame her face. Her hair was a tad longer than mine, nearly touching her knees whereas mine touched my upper back. Not to mention the red of her hair was much more vibrant and metallic than my dull rust red hair. Her heterochromia eyes stared back at me one red (it was really closer to brown but if you didn’t pay close attention it seemed red) and one dark silver eye. Mine were similar except a brighter more vibrant shade of brown and a lighter shade of silver. We were opposites in almost everything.

“Oooh is that Zack? Hey, you’re not into him anymore right? I can sleep with him right?” Almost everything. We both had the same type of standard when it came to guys we wanted to… sleep with. The only real difference was my unbreakable attraction to Rey that my sister thankfully did not share. However, that meant we normally slept with the same guys half the time.

“I don’t care, Summer… He’s shit at oral though.” I heard her swear under her breath before frowning and looking at me.

“Look, I didn’t bring you here just for us to find Rey… I know you already tried to fuck him out of your system but you can’t keep pining for a guy who doesn’t know you exist.” I sighed as I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall. Somewhere in my heart, I knew she was right. Rey had never talked to me outside of that one hallway interaction and we had now been in school together for 3 years total. Maybe… Maybe it was time to-

“Hey Rey’s about to sing out in the garden guys!!” Suddenly a small crowd of people was heading to the backyard, and without a word, I followed. I heard Schummer call after me, but I refused to listen. Not when he was singing and I had to hear his voice again, especially if this would be the last. By the time I made it outside Alana was playing the keyboard as Rey held a mic in one hand and a red cup in the other.

Dos oruguitas enamoradas

Pasan sus noches y madrugadas…

Llenas de hambre

Siguen andando y navegando un mundo

Que cambia y sigue cambiando

Navegando un mundo

Que cambia y sigue cambiando…

I knew this song. He had sung it once before, he hadn’t known I was there and I had left the minute I realized I had been watching for way too long. It was sometime after Izzy… It was from some movie or other. I don’t remember fully, but he had been hunched over his guitar as he whispered the words like a prayer. Now here he was, singing it just as quietly as the first but now with a drink clutched in his hand like a lifeline and a microphone in the other.

Dos oruguitas paran el viento

Mientras se abrazan con sentimiento

Siguen creciendo, no saben cuándo

Buscar algún rincón

El tiempo sigue cambiando

Inseparables son

El tiempo sigue cambiando

He was standing now, leaning against Alana with his elbow on her shoulder. He was hunched over slightly, probably a little tipsy as he continued the song. Everyone was silent as they listened, probably just as captivated as I was. Except I was mesmerized, even though his love for music called him to louder genres he still showed a love for others. He was soft in moments like these. Eyeliner slightly smudged, lipstick faded, and choker on a little too loose. Only his hair seemed to still be in place, the beads he had decorated it with loosely clinking together as he swayed against Alana. 

I was broken out of my enchantment by the sound of applause. People were applauding and cheering Rey who gave a little bow (though he stumbled slightly) and laughed before downing the rest of his cup. His face was a little red as he pulled Alana into a hug, the two talking before heading back inside. Heading toward me. Wait-

“Rey!! I’ve been looking all over for you~” I turned to see Schummer, who put an arm around my shoulder with a sly smile on her face.

“Ah Schummer, it's been a while since I’ve seen your perra cachonda around one of my girl’s parties.” My whole face was white as a sheet by now, Rey was directly in front of me, though his focus was on my sister. He stood at a tall 6’3 to my 5’5. Even my sister was taller than me, standing at 5’7 with or without heels.

“Hah, Alana I thought I told you to tell Ray I needed him for something!” Alana signed something out and I tried to take this opportunity to leave, except Schummer tightened her grip around my neck almost immediately and I coughed as her elbow squeezed my throat closed.

“Anywho, Rey mind if I steal you from Alana for a bit?” The punk rocker shrugged his shoulders before unwinding his arm around Alana. Schummer led us all upstairs, before stopping at the top.

“Say which room is yours again?”

“If you took me away from my hermana for a weird threesome-”

“Ew, you aren’t my type remember? No, my brother here needs to get laid and you’re the best person I could think of.” what? My breath hitched as I looked at my sister red faced, Rey just taking a sip from his cup as he thought this over.

“Summer! This isn’t what we talked about?” I pleaded slightly, mainly because I would definitely make a fool of myself if I spent alone time with Rey and compared to my measly ten he was a sex god. A gorgeous drop dead Adonis.

“I said we’d get over your… crush for a certain someone. Rey here is best for the job.” He was only the best one for the job because he was my crush! I could feel my face growing hotter and hotter as I facepalmed and screamed at her through my hands.

“I’m not having sex with Rey!”

“Oh? Am I not your type either, Querido~?” I blinked, slowly looking up at Rey as he smirked at me, and suddenly words refused to come out of my mouth.

“Oh you are just his type, he’s just a lil shy~ Anyway-”

“Wait, is this your cousin or something? He looks so much like you.” Schumer just gave him a look of annoyance before rolling her eyes and answering his question.

“It’s my brother.” It?!

“Eh? No me gustan los niños, Schummer.” I was suddenly very grateful for taking spanish for so long, as I could tell he just insulted me. While I was next to him.

“He’s not a child just a year or two younger-” Rey rolled his eyes before looking at me again.

“How old are you, niño?” It took me a moment to finally say something.

“Six- Sixteen! U-Umm my birthday was-” Rey looked at my sister not even bothering to hear me out fully. Not that I could blame him, in the past seniors or juniors would ask me out just because they liked dating people younger than them.

“Child.”

“Two years, Rey. Besides he has just as much experience as me under his belt, if not more and we both know how much experience I have~ Just do me a solid ok?” Rey sighed before looking down at his cup. If only he knew how bad she was lying and I elbowed her only for her to shoo me with her hand.

“Ay Dios mio… You’re lucky Nino bailed on me. Wait in my room there, first door on the left. I need more alcohol to deal with this…” I blinked confused as Rey walked past me down the stairs. He… and I… what? Schummer didn’t hesitate to follow after him back to the kitchen.

“Oooh wait for me! I want some of that sprite vodka they have!”

“Is that where the lime comes from? Huh, tastes bastante bueno.”

“I only know 3 Spanish words, you need to stop.” Their voices faded out with the sounds of the party and eventually, I walked towards the instructed room, still unsure I understood this all right.

I’m not sure what I expected of Rey’s room. But the mishmash of dark lights, different variations of chokers and crowns and piercings lined on his vanity. Or the multitude of polaroid photos he had hung up wasn’t it. I could see his guitar, Zweihander, in the corner connected to an amp. On top of the speaker was a multitude of papers. Song lyrics, I assumed.

Rey’s bed was simple dark sheets with a dark red bedspread. It was rather messy, almost as if he had just gotten up and left it as it was. I ran my hands along the tabletop of the vanity, noticing some of the drawers were left half open or just not closed properly. I nudged them all closed, to try and soothe my own urge to be nosy before finally taking a seat. It shouldn’t take him too long to get a single drink, should it?