#ok I’m gonna be a big girl and put the phone away at 2am.

[thegreatestheaver]

So sad I cannot go to bed at 9pm like I used to. I am plagued with the pains

[ackerlert]

Sneaky Link

Pairings: Porco x fem reader x sugar daddy!zeke

Summary: University reader becomes Zeke’s sugar baby after meeting each other at her work, which is a stripper, ofc. Eventually develops a relationship with Porco Galliard, of whom Zeke employs ;)

TW: alcohol usage, oral (m / f receiving), food (icing) play, mirror sex, phone sex

You needed some money during college, and tutoring stupid high schoolers wasn’t making the bills. Plus, you couldn’t put up with their slowness one second longer.

When Sasha took you out for a night at the strip club to relieve some stress, her joke that you could always make bank shaking your ass for old men actually sounded quite appealing. It was a lot more fun than tutoring, anyways. 

Out of curiosity, you found yourself browsing the internet for openings at nearby nightclubs. Soon you were watching YouTube videos of strippers going through their daily routine, counting their tips, and describing their success in the industry. You were hooked.

You ask Hitch to take pole dancing lessons with you, and she doesn't suspect any of your true intentions, since this was on your bucket list of things to do together.

Soon you secured yourself a job at a local strip club. The first person you confided in was, unsurprisingly, Hitch. She was surprised you actually pursued being a stripper, but the shock didn't really last for long considering her knowledge of your freaky tendencies.

Hitch advised you to be careful, and she was particularly worried about how you would manage to fit this new job into your tight school schedule.

It was simple: you would take your classes, do your assignments, and report to your job at night. You’d work through the closing shift and get back to your shared apartment with Mikasa, Sasha, and Hitch sometime past 2am.

Zeke is a regular.

He gives you larger tips than any of the other girls.

He even pays for private sessions, which consist of you dancing for him mostly an hour at a time.

Eventually you two fuck it out in a booth of the club.

He asks if you'd like to “do this again sometime”. Naturally, you agreed. He exchanges phone numbers with you and asks for your cashapp. 

Blushing because you didn't realize he intended on compensating you for your arrangement, you agree to give him your account number.

You and Zeke continue this for a couple months, growing more addicted to the orgasms he gives you every time.

You had two generous sources of income now.

You found out a lot about zeke: he owned a decently large company, fucked a lot of women before he met you, and he was even more freaky than yourself. 

One day after a session with Zeke, you're sprawled out on the side of his bed, toying with the golden hair that trailed down his torso, and staring up at the ceiling, mind completely fucked out.

“I have a business event coming up soon,” Zeke states.

You hum in approval, not expecting zeke to continue on.

“It’s plus one.” He pauses, “I was wondering if you would like to join me.”

You turn your head to look at Zeke, almost asking him to repeat himself. Was this like a date thing?

Zeke turned to look at you too. His eyes glossed over at the sight of your surprised face and post-sex hair floating around the crown of your head. He smirked, visualizing the way he had made that sex hair. Gripping your h/c locks and pulling your head back, pounding into you from behind.

Your lips were swollen from being stretched around his thick cock, making him cum round after round. Now they were parted, unsure as what to make of his question.

Zeke repeated himself, “Are you free next Saturday?”

“Y-yes. I’m free.” You said, “I would love to go to your work thing with you.” A smile graced your lips. He fucking loved that smile. Loved seeing it bloom on your face when your eyes rolled to the back of your head, begging to take more of his cock.

“Alright,” he grabbed for his phone, pulling up the information from his calendar. Your phone dinged, no doubt zeke sending you over the event details. “It’s formal attire. Do you need to buy something to wear?” He glanced up lovingly from the screen at you for a mere second. “Fuck it, never mind that.” His eyes reconcentrated back onto the phone. Your phone dinged again, the familiar melody of the cashapp notification filling your ears.

“Let’s take you shopping, princess.” His legs swung over the side of the bed. A back completely full of endless scratches faced you while he stretched those long arms of his. His back muscles rippled as he did so, the sight making your stomach flutter with butterflies. 

“Wait!” You say desperately and propping yourself up on the bed. You didn't intend on opening your mouth, but now you had to commit to it.

Zeke side glanced at you, acknowledging your pathetic request.

“Let me suck you off one more time,” you said. You added, “before we go.” A husky chuckle escaped from zeke’s throat. “Such a slut for me.” “What a good girl, knowing just the way to make me hard.”

Porco and you meet each other at the business event, it’s an instant click. He’s employed by Zeke. Soon you're exchanging numbers with him.

These business parties became more frequent with Zeke. And every time, Porco was there. You two would sneak off to help yourself to drinks while Zeke was bombarded with potential buyers inquiring about his product.

Porco makes you laugh so much. Honestly, it’s probably the alcohol, but every joke he cracked earned a cute giggle from you. It only made him harder for you than he already was.

“I could go a lot longer than him, you know.” He whispers in your ear.

Sooner than later you’re texting Zeke that the alcohol was killing your stomach, and you just had to get out of there right away. 

Porco didn’t wait to stick his strong hands in your pants when you tumbled into the taxi.

“Gonna take you away from that old man’s dick, yeah baby? Give you this big cock like you deserve?”

You make it back to his large apartment, practically humping his clothed leg on the elevator ride.

By the time you’re inside his place, your panties are soaked and the black lace Zeke bought you is falling from your shoulders.

Porco throws you on the bed, not leaving you any time to remove your heels. 

He climbs over you and just starts completely obliterating you with open mouthed kisses across your collarbone.

You don't fail to notice the mirror above Porco’s large bed, seeing the way he straddles over your small body.

Porco sits up from his position on the end of the bed and grabs for your ankles, yanking you closer to him. Just as he hums into your folds, a buzzing emerges from your purse in the middle of the living room.

“Shit,” you say, recognizing the pattern as Zeke’s contact. “It’s Zeke,” you groan.

“Answer the phone, pretty girl.” Porco says with a devilish smirk.

“Wha-?!” Your face fills with terror.

“I said answer the phone.” Porco grows stricter in tone.

“O-ok” your hands shake as you make your way across the floor to where your purse was.” As you accept the call, Porco motions you back to the bed.

You nod, doing as he says.

“Hey princess,” Zeke says with a smile on the end of the phone.

“Hi,” you say shakily. Porco gives you a menacing look.

“Not feeling good?” Zeke refers to your text. 

You let out a shy “Nuh-uh” in response.

“I’m sorry baby,” Zeke says, “I can pick you up so you can spend the night with me in case you feel any worse.”

“No!-“ You say startled, “I mean, no, my girlfriends have me all bundled up back at my apartment.”

Silence from Zeke.

“Oh, well, that’s too bad.” He adds, “I wanted to make you feel a little better than they could tonight.”

You look at Porco, a little intimidated by his intense stare on you. He can hear Zeke’s toying with you from the other end of the phone. He nods, urging you to play along.

You giggle softly, a bad attempt at sounding sicker than usual.

“Really? How so?” Porco slides down the edge of the bed, focused on your legs.

Zeke clears his throat, obviously getting off at the anticipation of phone sex.

Some shuffling is heard on the other end of the phone before Zeke says, “You know, maybe cook you some food. That layered strawberry cake you like yeah?”

You hum in satisfaction, but quickly noticed how your approval angered Porco.

He aggressively pushes your legs apart, eyeing your wetness.

“Use that icing on you.” Zeke says, “Make you filthy when I run it over that pretty body of yours. I’d fucking lick it off you because you taste so good.”

Porco starts to kitten lick between your folds, earning a whimper from you.

You imagine Zeke piping the vanilla icing onto your torso as he pushes himself into you, smearing it across your breasts and stomach with his rough hands.

The pressure between your legs rises as the licks grow longer and rougher across your clit. Porco suckles on that bundle of nerves, and you can’t help but cry out a moan.

The sounds from Zeke’s side of the phone indicate he’s jerking off vigorously at this point. “Say my name, kitten.”

You look wildly down at Porco, who stops his motions to shake his head at you. No way he’d let you moan another man’s name on his own bed.

“Daddy,,” you drawl out. You earn approval from Porco, who resumes lapping at your pussy.

Porco taps your thigh, indicating to you that it was time to hang up on Zeke, who hadn’t cum yet. 

“Oh gosh, Zeke baby” you start, “One of the girls is coming in i have to go-“

“Wait, y/n-“ but you didn't let him finish. You sigh with relief knowing you can fully indulge in Porco now. He grips your thighs roughly, leaving bruises to be discovered tomorrow.

“What’s Zeke doing now, huh?” “Pumping his weak cock thinking about this tight little pussy of yours?” “I wonder what he’d think if he knew your pussy was taking my tongue so well right now. Acting like such a whore for somebody else.”

Porco pulls himself off of your sweaty body, panting and licking up your wetness. 

His eyes are dead set on you, and you felt small under his glare. His hands grab under your arms, quickly flipping your positions. “Bounce on me for it,” he growls.

You nod eagerly, situating yourself above him. Your face reddens as you align your entrance up to him, nervous about his judgement. 

Porco softens, noticing your hesitance, “It’s okay baby girl,” His warm hands caress the side of your cheek, thumb grazing your plump lips, “You’re doing really good,” Porco looks earnestly up at you, flashing you a soft grin. You press into his hold on you, strands of hair covering your forehead that tangled around Porco’s fingers.

You finally push yourself down on Porco’s length, his large girth stretching you full. Porco moans at the new feeling, and you can’t help but whimper at the burning pleasure. Your hands roam around Porco’s strong torso, feeling down his thick abs and rubbing circles into his sides. A low groan emits from his chest, and you admire his expressions from above.

You begin moving along his hard length, his tip hitting just the right spot each time. Keeping a slow pace, you tease Porco a little longer, but he’s quick to bark at you to go faster. You let out a playful giggle, “Okay, you’re the boss.” “Doing so good putting Zeke in his place, hm?”

Porco groans at your words, and you swore he was growing larger inside of you at the thought of demoting his Zeke.

Your movements quicken and Porco continues to let out strings of curses.

“Yeah ride my cock baby, just like that. Just like you do for Zeke.”

The thought of another man puts butterflies in your stomach, and you feel yourself falter. 

Porco doesn’t miss a beat, however. He quickly thrusts up into you, earning a gasp from your mouth. His hands fly to your sides, balancing you while he does all the work. You whimper at his rapid pace, nearing your climax.

“Porco,” you moan, “I-ah, g’nna cum.”

“Ok, baby,” he says in between thrusts, “Cum then.” 

That was all you needed to hear before spilling your release over Porco.

He continued to milk you out, eventually finishing not too long after. He lets you fall on top of his frame, palms rubbing circles into your and easing you from your high.

“Good job, y/n.” You lift your head up to look at Porco’s face. He smiles back at you tenderly. “Alright let’s clean you up.” 

He settles you on the bed next to his side and slides off the bed to grab a clean towel from the linen closet and discard the condom in the trash. You watch his muscle-y body move across the apartment floors, his clear focus on grabbing the right things for you. 

He comes back with an iced water and starts cleaning up your thighs. 

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you smile, “I can do it myself.”

He looks up at you, eyebrows screwed up in confusion, “What? No, I’m doing it.” He continues his work at cleaning you off. 

“..oh, ok.” You say shyly, butterflies in your stomach from his actions. 

“Does he not do this for you?” Porco asks, not looking up from fixing up the sheets below you.

You replied slowly, “No, not really.”

Porco sighed, “He’s such a selfish dick.”

You laugh at Porco’s attitude. But now that you think about it, Zeke was always thinking about himself. The thought passed as soon as it came, and you did consider the fact that he was paying you.

Porco nestled himself on the side of you after he was done, grunting a little from his tired state. His big arms hugged around your smaller body as he pulled you in close.

“Porco?” You called.

“Hm?”

“Thank you,” you muffled into his chest.

Porco blushed at your comment, but simply toughed it over and patted your ruffled hair, “Mhm”.

A few pings were heard from your cell phone as you drifted into sleep, no doubt from Zeke, and each time Porco pulled you in tighter. A smile curled crept onto your lips, “It’s not like I’m gonna leave, Pokko,” you giggled.

“Good,” he said, “I wasn’t planning on letting you anyways.”

[hellolonelytorment]

Traitor theory( warring manga spoilers)

Ok so I know I’m late getting on the band wagon for the traitor theory but this like piped in my head at like 2am so I’m writing it down. I have seen a bunch of theories bouncing around and I’m going to write my own first things first I don’t think the traitor is reporting to Shigarki I think there reporting to All for one. While that’s said I can elite the traitor with this photo

Ok so this photo is when kirishaim and todoroki revel there’s a tracker. Now the tracker plays a big part but first let me tell you who I’m remitting right of the bat.

Kirishima

We saw Kirishima backstory witch is him mostly having confidence issues but that a Problem for another day. Anyways back to the point it Doesn’t make because when would he have time to Join the villains we’re shown he debating his choice on going to U.A until he sees the video of crimson riot. If he was working with the league he would have gone to U.A very quickly because it’s his mission. He also was the one to suggest the idea of rescuing bakugo if he was sort of the rogue it would be a hug no.Hence why I don’t think it’s Kirishima.

Momo

Momo is another character who could not be a traitor. One Momo is the one who made the tracker to but on the numuo (did I spell that right?) the league mission is to capture bakugo it wouldn’t make sense for them to try a trap witch doesn’t make sense with kidnapping bakugo its also just two risky to try. Momo also told all night about the tracker witch she could have like not done at all. Second Momo was a part of the bakugo rescue squad she goes with them so I’m emitting her right of the

Midoriya/ Bakugo

I shouldn’t need to explain this he’s the main character it would make like no sense what so ever. Bakugo was kidnapped by the league and he has a very passionient goal of becoming number one he also a big part of the series so doubt he’s the traitor it would also make no sense.

Todoroki

Ahh daddy issues a point of todoroki arc along with mommy issues and now evil dead brothers.

Todoroki seems to really hate his father after everything he was put through (he has a right to) if he really wanted to get back at his father he could become a spy but it doesn’t add up with todoroki arc and we saw glimpses of his backstory witch give him a Motive but he seem like he just wants to suppress his father and he helps save all might from the nomad adding on to that he threatens the thugs on what there plan to do for all might. Why would he do that if he was a traitor? Todoroki was also let of the bakugo rescue mission witch cancels him out.

Iida

He was part of the bakugo rescue mission witch elements him as well. Iida also went after stain after hurting his brother it’s said that stain and the league were kinda working together but not really. Why would iida go after someone he supposed to be working with it doesn’t add up. Iida also has A very strong sense of right and wrong and seems to stick by that but sometimes his heart speaks kinder then his head. But I’m eliminating him.

Aoyama

He’s not the traitor. I’m gonna flat out sat that. But I do thing Aoyama has a faint idea who the traitor is. He a loner and he wasn’t in the cafeteria when the press stormed in it even go into leangth that he sits alone and eats alone. So I definitely think Aoyama who sitting and eating lunch might have got a glimpse of the traitor. So i don’t think it Aoyama but I do think he knows who the traitor is. aoyama saved Tokoyami and tried to save bakugo by blasting compress in the face. He could have by all means stayed hidden in the bush and no one would have thought he was there it would have been perfect. But instead he risked it all to save Tokoyami and bakugo so he been eliminated.

Tokoyami

He is seen in this photo and he could be a candidate for a traitor but if you have read the manga you would non about his rescue for hawks witch he got like a leg burned badly or something. So I’m crossing him off the list for that incident and also the USJ and the training camp were he lost control of dark shadow.

Mineta

Yeah no, he more used as comic relief more then anything so I doubt he would be a traitor. It also wouldn’t effect anyone.

Thirteen

She was part of the USJ attack and helped defend the kids and was All most killed by Kurogiri again if she the traitor it wouldn’t make sense for her to be almost killed or try to save the students as she did. She also would know that all might wouldn’t be there She also is a very Minor character her traitor revealed wouldn’t impact the adicance.

Aizawa

I don’t know why I have to explain this but here we go. The dude littelry almost died like he had his elbow decayed away around it and ugh. His quirk was also damaged witch makes it weaker. Like why would you try to kill your spy and damage your quirk. Also did I mention he almost died (manga spoilers he not the traitor)

Midnight

Same as thirteen she a minor character and if you have read the manga you would know she not doing to hot. Midnight also didn’t know the location of the summer camp. (Manga spoilers in recent arc she mostly kicked the bucket so yeah)

President Mic

Hes a well liked side character and it would be a twist if he was a traitor but to me it doesn’t make any sense he also doesn’t know were the summer camp was I believe. I know because he mentioned the traitor that makes him suspicious but why would he draw supisciom to himself. Also due to vigilantes and what was reviled in that I’m crossing mic out.

All might

The league what the dude dead. Why work for the people who want you dead? It makes no sense

Class 1B

None of them are the traitor I have heard the theory of monamo being the traitor but I don’t think that would be likely.

Ok so now who are possibly here’s who we eliminated so far.

Ok so know I’m going into possibilities but who most likely isn’t and how I’m going to decide this is by recent events in the manga also this photo from above.

This is the moment when the tracker is reviled to the class and what there plan is to rescue bakugo. Right off the bat who do we not see.. jirou, hakgure, Momo. We already eliminated Momo so we’ll go on to who the possibility are but not likely.

Sero/Sato/ojiro/Kuoda

I’m grouping these four together for one reason we do t really know anything about them and neither really dose the audience say any of these four were the traitor it would not be a big emotional impact on us so there all eliminated.

Uraraka

I heard a theory going around we’re uraraka could be a traitor and I honestly think it’s a possible and it would make sense.

I don’t think she the traitor for one reason her parents. Ok so here me out Uraraka whole thing is she wants to help her parents live an easy life. She becomes a hero for the money is her reasoning. And I guess you could say uraraka could be bribed with money to go on the villains side but honestly that doesn’t seem like something she would do. Her fight with toga during the training camp also made me think she couldn’t be a traitor. And maybe reasoning for uraraka are weird here but let me explain. Toga took uraraka blood. Witch is weird in my opinion. If there on the same side why would toga take her blood? Simple no reason uraraka would most likely give toga her blood if needed. So I know that’s not sound reasoning but it just stuck out to me. Agina with manga spoilers there was a sense in the manga were it was pretty much just uraraka and toga fighting no one around.

Asui

I know people think she could be the traitor but I just don’t see it. Shigarki almost killed her and if Aizawa hadn’t stop his quirk she would be a pile of ashes. Now I mentioned before that the traitor reports to all for one but not Shigarki but I do believe Shigarki has a faint idea on who the traitor is. And Audi seems to be smart enough to to know once he tried to kill her that she would back away from it.

Mina

Ok so Mina is in this photo and she knows about this tracker and she close friends with bakugo. We get to know a little bit about her through Kirishima POV when she stoops a bunch of bully’s and saves her friend from a villain. Honestly that’s the only evidence I could find on her there nothing really for or against her.

Kaminari

I personally don’t think he a traitor but there is evidence on both ways. But due to recent manga events (he’s not dead but like savoy injured) I do not think he’s the traitor and it just doesn’t make sense to me why kamianri would be the traitor though we do know very little about him so I guess it possibly but I dont think it him. He might have been the traitor and later quit being the traitor.

Hagkure

She also not in this photo. I know what your going to say she the invisible girl she could sneak around. Ok but here me out the traitor had to know about the tracker. Why? All for one was prepare for the hero’s when they attacked the warehouse and as I mentioned above the traitor report to all for one not Shigarki. Hagkure was also nocked out by mustered gas she could not have know about the tracker.

Jirou

She was also nocked out by Musters gas so she could not have know about the tracker so she couldn’t be the traitor we also see her parents who are both musicians I belive. So she in the clear

So we narrowed it down so who do we have left???

Shoji

Ok so here me out I can explain. He’s the one I think is the traitor why? Simple he already serves to be the traitor the guy who wrote bnha mentioned he had a shoji arc planed out. But that’s not enough evidence so here the evidence my sleep deprived brain gather

Makes sure he's not in detention for summer camp so he can make things run smoothly. Funnily EXACTLY in the middle of the class as far as grades, not the best and not the worst. Perfect to stay out of notice.

He wasting seen at the hot springs in this sense could be making a phone call to someone.

Ok so here where it gets tricky he was injured during the summer camp. I don’t think the league members know who the traitor is. Why? In case they get kidnapped they won’t give up the information.

So moon fish could have attacked them without looking suspicious. in regards to dark shadows when Tokoyami lost control he was just standing there until he ran into Midoriya.

Also Think about it, what else was shouji doing? He knew that he could move dark shadow with sound so why wasn't he moving darks shadow away from base camp, we can see from the map that shouji was actually moving dark shadow CLOSER to the epicentre.

Also How the fuck did he not hear Tokoyami and bakugo being kidnapped?? This guy could hear bare feet on give flours up!!

When mr compress loses Tokoyami and backugo, shouji could have grabbed both, he has multiple arms, he could have easily grabbed them both. He only grabbed Tokoyami (who wasn’t even the main focus of the mission) giving him the perfect allaby as someone that tried to save them and managed rescue someone while letting their TRUE objective be taken.Another thing Shoji room is bare in case he needs to get up at a moments notice.

Quirk

His quirk allows him heightened hearing, can easily overhear light footsteps through multiple walls and floors as show in the training exercise. This means he could easily eavesdrop on teachers and all might from rooms away.

Also what’s under his mask (maybe he’s all for ones secret love child or something and that’s why he wears a mask!!!)

My biggest evidence

This poem is where shojii got his name from its a poem and re read the lines “beware the man you think you know” sounds suspicious huh.

This is my evidence that shoji octopus dude is the UA traitor and before you say the guy who wrote my hero academia forgot the traitor I would like to say this man had literally planned out everything so no.

[doomdoomp3]

Step by Step (Jonghyun x Reader) - Chapter 1

Story Type: College AU; 2nd person Characters: Jonghyun x Reader Genre: fluff, romance A/N: It’s been years I don’t write anything, so many years. But I had to put this idea out of me. Also, english is not my first language so you’ll see some mistakes and a lot of repetead words lol this is challenge to me so I’m gonna try it. And last but not least, I already have 3 chapters and I don’t know where I’m going with or if I’m going but enjoy it I guess ^^ Summary: You’re in Law School and live in a big house with some of your classmates. The boys live downstairs and the girls on the second floor. You’re not too close with some of them, especially with the guys. But then, Easter is here and you can’t go home to visit your parents, neither Jonghyun can go. That’s when you two start to get closer.

CHAPTER 1  

It’s friday night, the house it’s almost empty and you’re feeling lonely by being the only person in your floor. You go downstairs to see if your roommate it’s still awake.

“Hey!” - He’s at the living room watching tv. - “The house is too quiet, I’m not used to it. Also, it’s too dark.”

You start to think that you said too much. He looks at you and gives you a smirk.

“You? Afraid of dark?” - Jonghyun laughs.

“I’m just not used to it ok? I can't sleep in my room, it’s too... different. I’m going to sleep here in the couch. Don’t mind me” - You covered yourself with your blanket while lying there.

“Ya! Don’t be like this, your back or neck will hurt tomorrow. Go to someone’s room, like.... Minhyun’s room is right in front of mine and I bet it’s pretty clear.”

“Are you sure I can go there?”

“Yes! He wouldn’t mind at all. Go on!”

“Ok, thanks!” - You got up with the blanket on your back.

“Don’t thank me, girl. I’ll let the lights on here, by the way.”

“Ok, I’m not a baby, JR! Please!” - You looked at him rolling your eyes. - “It’s not like I’ll cry or something.”

“But the way you said...” - He smiled - “But I’ll do it anyway, I know you’ll feel safer.” - Jonghyun said watching you go. - “And my door will be open too...” - You looked back at him with a skeptical look. - “....just in case if you need me.... to kill some ghosts or cockroaches”.

“Night, JR. Night!” - You closed the door on him while he was silently laughing at you.

The night went pretty well, you two slept like babies. No ghosts. No nothing. Saturday passed so fast since you were pretty busy in your own room doing your papers and studying for an exam. You and Jonghyun barely looked at each other during the day, the moment you finally said some words to him was when you were going back to Minhyun’s room to sleep that night.

It was almost 2am when you heard some weird noises coming from outside and since your window faced the street you could hear clearly two men talking about opening the door or finding another way. You got up fast and tried to not make any noise and went to JR’s room.

“JR!!” - You whispered opening the door. Your heart was beating so fast. - “JR please! JR!” - You touched his feet.

“Hm? What?” - He could barely open his eyes but the moment he realized it was you, he woke up and sat on the bed, wearing his boxes and an old white t-shirt, full of holes. - “What?” - He rubbed his eyes.

“There’s someone outside our house. They’re trying to get in. I heard them talking about opening the door or finding a way to access the house.”

“Are you sure?”

“JR, I’m absolutely sure. Why would I make this up??? And wake you up for th-…”

“Yeah, yeah sorry...” - He interrupted you. - “I just.... ok, let me think. Call the police, I’m going to turn on all the lights, you do the same while you call them.”

You did what he said and went downstairs to see him but you two could still listen to the guys.

“I don’t think it’s working, JR!” - You were holding your phone and your hands were shaking.

“I have another idea, wait!”

Jonghyun made the alarm to go off and do that loud noise, it scared them a little bit but not much as the sound of the police coming. The guys ran away, the police didn’t see them, unfortunately. Seconds later, the police officers went to the house and did all the protocols with you two. You were still shaking at that moment but you didn’t know if it was because of the situation or because it was so cold.

Jonghyun walked the police officers off and came back to you sitting in the couch looking at nowhere, having so many thoughts but at the same time with an empty mind.

“Hey! Are you ok?” - He sat next to you.

“Yes” - You took a deep breath. - “I’ve never experienced something like this, I’m just...”

“You’re still scared, right?”

“Yep.” - You looked at each other. - “I mean, I’m glad nothing happened and that I actually woke up before everything, but still.”

“I know.” - He was going to say that he wasn’t feeling safe there but he thought about having to be there for you, to be at your side and make you feel safe. - “I’m a little bit scared too, I’m not gonna lie. But yeah, I’m happy that you woke me up and that nothing happened to us.” - He gave you a smile.

“Yeah.”

“Hey!” - He tried to cheer you up touching your arms. - “Let’s try to get some sleep. And oh you’re really cold! Let’s go!” - You looked at him but didn’t move. - “Come on!! You can sleep in my room! I don’t snore, I’m promise!" - Jonghyun gave you such an inviting look that you couldn’t resist, especially because you were too tired to argue.

“Fine. I’m gonna get my blanket.”

“I’ll make your bed then.”

[mermaidxatxheart]

Homesick

Ok. This is my addition to @panicfob​‘s 25 Days of Christmas! 

Day 7: Ice Skating. 

I picked Steve. This one was really fun to write, but also very personal to me. It’s based on some real events, and clearly not the ones with Steve. Anyways! I hope you like it, let me know what you think.

Pairing: Steve X Reader

Summary: You’ve been Tony Stark’s intern for a while now, and you’re having a hard time making friends at Stark Tower. Which only adds to your melancholy of being away from your family during the holidays. Steve does his best to take your mind of everything that’s going wrong

Word Count: 6269

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of cancer, slight depression

Tony Stark is a madman. 

 Insanely generous, and so nice that it makes you melt. But fuck, he never sleeps. And that means that you never sleep. 

 He doesn’t mean it, he gets so involved in his projects, unaware of time passing. So, he’s calling for coffee, made paint-thinner strong, and it’s 2AM. 

 You knew this would be hard. Moving away from your home, your parents back in Chicago. Everything you know left behind for a cold, unwelcoming city. You had yet to find a friendly person. 

 No one in your apartment building even knows what you look like. And most of the people you see on a daily basis in Stark Tower aren’t friendly at all. They tend to avoid you, averting their gaze as they pass you in the hallways and you can’t figure out why. It’s certainly not because you’re assistant to one of the most powerful men in the world; because they definitely have no problem greeting Tony. 

 He doesn’t hear half of them, his head always a million miles away. And what’s worse, the people you’re sure would be welcoming and friendly haven’t been around in months. 

 The rest of the Avengers. 

 They come back to shower, sleep, debrief and then they’re gone again. You’ve only been able to greet them a few times in passing. 

 Steve was genuinely kind, welcoming you to the team. Sam thanked you for keeping Tony out of their hair, even though you haven’t done anything but rush around after the lunatic. 

 Natasha stopped in front of you, hands placed lightly on your shoulders as she looked you dead in the eye. 

 “There’s a number to call in case Stark starts harassing you too much.” She deadpans, tucking a business card into your pocket. 

 “Romanoff, leave my intern alone!” Stark called and she dropped a sultry wink at you before stepping around you. 

 That was the first time you’ve seen them. And the only time you’ve been able to actually speak more than a ‘hey’ as you rush past them. 

 Safe to say, your last ten months in New York have been lonely. 

 This is leading up to your current situation: the dreaded phone call with your mom. You love talking to her, but she was supposed to wait for you to call later when you had a little free time. But in typical mom fashion, she had to do it on her own time. 

 “Sweetheart, why don’t you just come home? The holidays are just around the corner. Just two weeks away.”

 “That’s exactly why I can’t. Mr. Stark needs me around. Trust me, I miss you guys. You’ll have to send me pictures of the tree.” Your voice wobbles like a traitor, and you clear your throat harshly. 

 “We will, sweetheart. Do you need anything?”

 “No, Mom. I’m okay. How’s Dad?” You ask, the struggle to force back your tears is a true fight. 

 “He’s okay. Making sausage bread right now.” She gasps loudly. “I know! We can send you some. How would you like that?” She asks happily, and you just have to crush your eyes shut and nod, the lump in your throat making it nearly impossible to actually talk. But your mom doesn’t need you to say anything. She knows. 

 “Alright, my sweet girl. Don’t cry. Maybe your dad and I will take a trip out to see you. We’ll come out for New Year’s.”

 “Mom, I can’t ask you to spend money on me like that.” You croak, your voice thick with emotion. Talking around the lump hurts and you feel like you can’t breathe. 

 “You’re not asking, dear.” She reminds you. “And we would love to come to see your fancy new life out there.” There’s mumbling in the background, your dad’s deep voice, but you can’t really make out what he’s saying. 

 You have no trouble picturing him in your cramped kitchen, the cutting board that’s half the size of you taking up almost all of the kitchen table. Flour, big bowls of browned sausage and hard-boiled eggs and olives scattered around it. You can almost smell the loaf baking in the oven and you feel your entire chest twist. 

 You sniffle, feeling your whole face screw up as you try to fucking hard not to cry. Your lips are mashed together and you don’t dare inhale because you just know that that’s gonna set you off. You open your mouth to try and tell your mom you have to go so you can sob in peace somewhere that isn’t a public stairwell. But you can’t make yourself say the words. 

 Just to listen to their lives, going on the way they always have, so constant, so loving and generous. You don’t want to stop listening even for a second, no matter the tears blurring your vision or how the lump in your throat now feels like you’re trying to swallow knives. 

 Christ, you miss them. 

 “Mom,” you choke. 

 “Oh, hold on, Y/N. Dad wants to talk to you. I’m gonna put you on speaker-phone...as soon as I can figure out how.”

 You give a watery chuckle but offer no help. As mean as it sounds, you like listening to her struggle with it. Your mom, who can’t even manage to sign in to Amazon without help. 

 “Oh, got it.” She says proudly. 

 “Hey, kiddo.” Your dad greets happily and you fucking lose it. 

 “Hi, daddy.” You choke, your voice barely more than a strangled whisper. 

 “Are you crying?” He chuckles and you could just smack him. 

 “No, don’t be stupid.” You grumble. 

 “Why are you crying? Honey, we’re fine, there’s nothing to worry about.” He says and you have to cover your face because you’re crying so hard. 

 “Mom said you were making sausage bread.” You try and it comes out as a sob, but at least the words were audible. 

 “I am. Want me to send you some?” He asks. 

 “Yeah. Just put it in a box with you and mom and mail yourselves to me.” You rub furiously at your eyes, even though it won’t do any good. You’re a fucking waterfall now. 

 “I’m not sure we’ll all fit, but I’ll try.” He jokes and your knuckles dig into the fleshy softness of your eyes. “I know you miss us, trust me, we miss you, too. But we’ll see each other soon. There are so many things to be happy about. You have a good job, you’re healthy, I’m making you sausage bread that you don’t have to share, you have all your teeth.” He lists, knowing one of them is going to make you laugh.

 “I know. I’m just worried about you. And, I don’t really have anyone to talk to here.” You sigh. 

 “Everyone still being cold?” He asks. 

 “It could be summer here and I would still be feeling that frigid breeze.” You wipe your eyes. “But, hey, at least I still have my teeth.” A noise on the stairs makes you hesitate. “I have to get back to work. I’ll call you guys later, okay?” You say softly. 

 “Alright, kiddo. We love you. Call us if you need anything.” He says gently. 

 “Bye, Y/N. I love you.” Your mom chimes in and you manage a mumbled return before you hang up, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes. 

 “Ugh. Idiot.” You grumble, trying to wipe them dry. A hand reaches out in front of you, holding a soft white square of tissue. You follow the tissue up to the masculine hand, up the well-defined arm to Captain fucking America’s perfect face. 

 “Thanks.” You mutter, taking the tissue and wishing you could die quickly. 

 “Everything okay? I couldn’t help but overhear...” he has the nerve to fucking look bashful. “Sorry, I shouldn’t pry.” He shrugs.

 You wipe your eyes dry, wishing you could do something about your eyelashes so they wouldn’t remind you how much you can’t stop crying.

 “I’m okay. Just homesick.” You shrug, mimicking him without even realizing it. “My parents are still in Chicago, so the holidays are especially hard.” You unlock your phone to text your mom to keep you updated on your dad’s tests.

 “I understand.” He nods, offering you a hand to pull you to your feet. You slip yours into his big one and it dwarfs it. “Tell me about them.” He prompts, following you back towards the door. 

 “Oh, well...” you start uncertainly. 

 “Y/L/N, get in here. I need a target!” Stark calls to the hallway. 

 “Sorry, duty calls.” You mutter, ducking into the large workspace, leaving Steve Rogers watching after you, hands shoved into his pockets, a frown on his face. 

 Steve

 “Hey, Sam.” Steve greets, coming into the kitchen. 

 “Hey, man.” Sam glances at him. “Everything okay?”

 “Just ran into Tony’s intern.” He rubs the back of his neck, the encounter still hanging in his mind. 

 “Oh yeah. How’s she doing? It’s been what? Six months?”

 “I think so. I think she’s having a hard time. She was crying while on the phone.”

 “Stark finally got to her, huh?” Sam jokes.

 “I’m not sure. I might ask around and see if anyone’s noticed anything strange.” Steve says, pouring a cup of coffee for himself. “She said something about her parents, but she also alluded to it being cold here, even in the summer.”

 “You think Stark’s being vicious again?”

 Steve shrugs. “I hope not.” He pictures the girl’s face, unchanged since the last time he saw her, perhaps a little more tired. Still beautiful, though. 

 Natasha walks in, digging the milk out of the fridge. “What are you two love birds talking about?” She grins. 

 “Stark’s intern,” Sam replies.

 “After ten months, can she really still be an intern?”

 “I’m sorry, ten months?” Steve frowns. Can it really have been that long? He still remembers the first time he saw her face like it had just been a week ago.

 “Rogers, you need a better calendar.” Nat laughs. 

 “Captain Rogers, Mr. Stark needs you in his lab.” FRIDAY comes on the overhead.

 “Thank you.” He gives a wave to the other two, heading for Stark’s lab. People greet him with a warm smile, a friendly nod. 

 He swipes his card at the door and enters. “Hey, Tony. You needed me?” He says, looking around, hoping to spot Y/N somewhere. 

 “I saw you making eyes at my assistant,” Stark says, elbows deep in a machine up in the high corner. 

 Steve rolls his eyes. “I wasn’t making eyes.” He mutters.

 “Big, disgusting, doe heart eyes. So, I have a job for you.” Tony says. 

 “I already have a job. And I’m confused. Am I here for you to yell at me?”

 “No. I’m not an idiot. Blind sometimes, sure, but I’m not dumb. Something’s wrong with her. She won’t tell me, says she’s fine. I want you to find out what it is. You’re trustworthy. People tell you shit.”

 “And why would she tell a complete stranger instead of you?” He asks, ignoring the pathetically obvious attempt at a language joke.

 “She wouldn’t tell a ‘complete stranger’ but I bet she’d tell Steve Rogers. Genuine, heartfelt, romantic sap who just loves to help a damsel in distress. Also. She, probably like every other hot-blooded woman in the last 90 years, thinks you’re attractive.” He shrugs, the wicked smirk is back. The one Steve daydreams about punching off his face.

 “What are you even talking about?” He sighs, keeping his hands dutifully by his side. 

 Tony returns to the ground level and picks up a box, thrusting it at Steve. It’s filled about three-quarters of the way with letters of all different colors. “Fan letters for Captain America. I read some of them, but after the one-hundredth one describing you as the sexiest golden retriever, I gave up.” Tony says. “Needless to say, women like you. I’m not asking you to marry the girl. I just want to know what’s wrong with her.”

 “There’s nothing wrong with her, Tony. She’s a person with emotions.” He snaps. 

 “You have your marching orders, Rogers.” Tony waves him away.

 He drops the box back on the counter. “Where is she?” He sighs.

 “I sent her to get me coffee. I stopped vibrating, so I need more.”

 Steve rolls his eyes and walks back outside, heading back for the kitchen. He stops someone on his way, one of the friendliest people he knows in the building. 

 “Hey, Mike. Have you noticed anything strange with Y/N?” He asks.

 The bald, stocky man frowns. “No, but I don’t really talk to her.”

 “Oh, right. Thanks.” Steve mutters and keeps walking. 

 Everyone he asks all seems to have the same answers. ‘I don’t talk to her.’ ‘She doesn’t socialize with anyone.’ ‘I’ve never even spoken to her.’

 All of these statements are swirling around his head as he turns down a hallway. Maybe he just happened to find all the people that you’ve never spoken to-unlikely. 

 In ten months, you don’t appear to have made a single friend in Stark Tower. That’s concerning. It also doesn’t give him much hope for you wanting to talk to him. 

 “FRIDAY? What’s Y/N’s location?” He calls.

 “Approaching the Tower front doors. Mr. Stark likes his coffee from a shop eight blocks away.” The AI reports. Steve bolts for the stairs, taking them two or more at a time, knowing it would be faster than the elevator.

 He skids to a stop just inside the front doors only slightly out of breath. You’re standing outside, glaring at the handles with undisguised frustration. He rushes forward and opens the door for you. 

 You blink up at him, surprised. “Captain Rogers.” You start, your hands are full of coffee cups, eight in total, all labeled with Stark’s name.

 “Please, it’s Steve.” He says, holding the door wide for you to step through. You have to pass close to his body, your perfume swirling around him. There’s something else, but he can’t quite detect what.

 “Thank you, Steve.”

 “Want me to carry those for you?” He offers, standing back and letting you decide.

 “You can carry the top one.” You nod and he lifts it gently.

 “How are you feeling? From before?” He asks as they head for the elevators. The doors open and it’s full of people headed up from the basement. They all immediately stop talking as they spot you. The scrutiny, the hostile feelings emanating from them was something Steve hasn’t felt directed his way in a long time. Not since his days as a showgirl for the USO. 

 He wants to do something to ease the tension, to put you and the others at ease, but he doesn’t even know what’s going on! One of the occupants reaches forward slowly and presses the button for the doors to close. 

 “Sorry, Cap. Maximum occupancy.” He says, meeting Steve’s eyes apologetically. 

 Steve doesn’t even manage to nod in response before the doors slide shut in his face. He turns to look at you, his face is frozen in confusion. 

 “I should get these to Mr. Stark. He doesn’t like it when he can start to feel his face.” You mumble, taking the tray back from his hands and heading for the stairs.

 “Please explain!” He practically shouts after you. But you don’t stop. “Y/N!” He jogs up the stairs, easily catching up with you. “What was that?” He asks, taking the second tray from you.

 “Nothing.” You shrug.

 “Didn’t look like nothing.” He looks down at you, but you’re carefully watching your every step. He can feel you fighting yourself, some sort of internal battle. Or maybe he’s just hoping you’ll tell him instead of pretending to be deaf. 

 “It’s nothing,” you repeat. And then quietly add “new.”

 “This happens a lot?” He asks. 

 “Can we talk about something else?” You mumble.

 He works the muscle in his jaw as he looks at you. “You never answered my question. Are you feeling better?” It’s stupid. Of course, you’re not. Everyone is treating you like some sort of leper. God, he’s a fucking idiot. 

 “Yeah. Sorry about that, by the way. I didn’t mean for anyone to see that.” You sigh, but your shoulders have relaxed noticeably. 

 “You were talking to your parents, right?” He asks. 

 “Yeah. I told my mom I would call her later, but she just can’t wait sometimes.” You shake your head, leading him off the stairwell and across the fifth floor.

 “Where are they again?” He asks softly, not eager for you to start crying again.

 “Chicago. They’re getting ready for the holidays.” You reply, voice remaining mostly calm.

 “And what does that include these days?” He asks and you blink up at him before you make a small ‘o’ with your mouth.

 “Right. Well, my parents have a pretty big family and some really close friends. So, they make cookie trays as far as the eye can see.”

 “What kind of cookies?” He asks as you nudge him up a different set of stairs.

 “Oh gosh. So many. Let’s see, there are Russian tea cookies, peanut butter blossoms, snickerdoodles, hermits-“

 He laughs loudly. “What are those?”

 “Peanut butter, cocoa powder, and I think butter and sugar melted in a pan and then you mix in some oats. They’re a no-bake cookie.” You explain easily, pausing to lean against the railing.

 “They sound good.” He admits, feeling his sweet tooth taking over. 

 “They were my favorite when I was little.” You smile fondly. “Then, of course, chocolate chip, and there’s another kind that is peanut butter with fork impressions in the center, but I can’t remember what it’s called.” You push off and start walking. 

 “You’re making me hungry.” He laughs. 

 “I haven’t even told you the best part.” You grin, a delighted sparkle in your eye as you talk. 

 “I’m listening intently.”

 “He makes his own dough and then he makes sausage bread. Mozzarella cheese, olives, eggs, Italian sausage all rolled up and baked.” You pause for a second, breathing hitching in your throat and you’re silent for an entire flight of stairs as you struggle. 

 “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to upset you.” He frowns. 

 “It’s not your fault.” You mutter. 

 “It’s hard being away from them.” He guesses.

 “Yeah, but it’s more than that.” You stop on the floor with Tony’s lab and swipe your card. The door beeps and you step inside.

 “Ah, perfect timing,” Tony says, glancing over at you. “You know, the elevators work just fine. You don’t have to keep taking the stairs.” He gestures to the table.

 You set the coffees down and pick up a small wrench, placing it in his outstretched hand. “I like the exercise.” You say casually. 

 “Gross.” Tony glances at Steve, his dark eyes seeming to catch something. “Y/N, you’re dismissed. I won’t be needing you for the rest of the day.” He says briskly, and your face visibly falls. 

 “Did I do something? If I took too long with your coffee, sir, I’m sorry. There was a long line and-“

 “Y/N. Stop.” Tony says, setting down the wrench and gripping your shoulders tightly. “You didn’t do anything.” He frowns, looking you up and down. “Are you holding your breath?” He asks and you shake your head, but Steve can clearly see that your chest has stopped expanding. 

 You’re fighting more tears. 

 “I’m perfectly satisfied with your work. But I honestly just need peace and quiet right now. Maybe Steve can show you around. He has nothing to do.”

 “But what about your lunch? It’s barely noon.” You protest.

 “FRIDAY, order me a pizza,” Tony calls, never looking away from your face. “There. Problem solved.” He smiles, turning you around and nudging you towards Steve. 

 Obediently, you follow the Captain out into the hallway, the door locking behind you. Steve looks at you, feeling the bomb clicking down to detonation. Plump bottom lip caught between your teeth, eyes look, unseeingly, straight ahead. He watches as they fill with tears, but you refuse to blink. Your chest stutters as your breath comes close to hyperventilating. 

 “Wanna go get cookies?” He asks awkwardly.

 The tears spill over and you close your eyes. “Shit.” You mutter, voice is thick with emotion as you brush them away roughly. Steve doesn’t know what to do, so he holds his big arms open offering you a hug. Never in a million years did he think you would actually accept. 

 You almost crumple against his chest, small hands gripping at the back of his shirt as you try to stop crying. He wraps you tightly in his arms, rubbing your back slowly. 

 “I feel like I just got fired.” You gasp into his shirt. 

 “He’s just giving you the day off. Y’know... being nice?”

 You’re quiet for a long second, pulling away and wiping your eyes. Honestly, he would have let you stay there for as long as you wanted. 

 “You said something about cookies.” You mutter. 

 “I did.” He chuckles. “There’s a good bakery a few blocks away. Wanna go?”

 You nod and he gestures towards the stairs. “The elevators should be empty now.” You mutter, heading for the bank of elevators.

 “Do you wanna talk about that?” He asks. 

 “Only when my mouth is full of cookies.” You reply and he chuckles. 

 “That’s fair.”

 ***

 The bakery is warm, smelling of crystallized sugar, chocolate, and melting butter. Your eyes close slightly and Steve very gently touches your elbow to guide you over to the counter. As soon as you start walking, he drops his arm, respecting your space. 

 The lady behind the counter is nice, smiles at Steve in a friendly sort of way. “Your usual?” She asks, already reaching for a set of tongs. 

 “Actually, not this time,” Steve says, glancing towards the display case. “Pick anything you want.”

 You look at the glass, perusing over the cupcakes, brownies, cakes, and cookies. They all look so good, how does he expect you to choose?

 “Um,” you fidget, glancing at Steve, his lovely blue eyes watching you curiously. “Can I get a chocolate chip cookie?” You ask and the woman nods, grabbing a plate. 

 “You know what? Let’s just get two of all of them.” Steve says, and you look at him, feeling your forehead pinching together. “Yeah. You need to try them all, and I’m certainly not about to share mine with you.” He grins effortlessly and you feel your face moving in kind. 

 “That’s fine. I’m not that good at sharing, anyway.” You reply. 

 “Two glasses of milk?” She asks, watching you. 

 “Decaf coffee, please? Enough space for a lot of creamer.”

 “You got it, sweetheart.” She looks at Steve. 

 “Coffee, black.” He replies.

 “Boring.” You mutter. He rolls his eyes and shoos you away. 

 “Find a table.” He says, heading for the counter. You select a table toward the back, a little more privacy for what was sure to be a very difficult conversation. You make sure you grab a pile of napkins, getting prepared. Steve joins you a few minutes later and eyes the stack of napkins, but doesn’t comment on them. 

 The woman brings a tray over; two plates of cookies, two mugs of coffee, one already with a spoon, and a small pitcher of cream.

 “Spoon is yours, love.” She says, nodding to you as she sets everything on the table. You pull the mug towards yourself and begin to make your coffee.

 “Thank you so much.” You say softly. You wait until she walks away and your coffee is made before your hands curl around your mug and you sit back. 

 “Okay, where do you want to start?” You ask, letting the porcelain warm your hands. 

 “The elevator.” He says carefully. 

 “It’s not unusual. I take the stairs more often than not. I don’t know what I did to make everyone act like that, but they definitely don’t like me. No one but Tony and Pepper. You guys were really nice, but you’re not here all the time.” You shrug, breaking apart the chocolate chip cookie. It practically melts on your tongue and you stop talking to savor the buttery sweetness. 

 “Oh man.” You hum. “This was a good decision.” You close your eyes and he chuckles slightly. 

 “No one’s said anything? When did this start?”

 “Immediately.” You sigh, focusing on chewing slowly. 

 “Shit.” He mutters, rubbing a hand down his face. 

 “Are you allowed to swear?” You ask, peaking at him and he rolls his eyes.

 “Yes. Tony needs to knock that off.” He grumbles and you give a little laugh. 

 “He’s put swear jars on every floor in honor of Captain America. FRIDAY keeps everyone honest.” You say, watching the most adorable blush creeps up his neck.

 “I’m gonna kill him.” He mutters.

 You polish off your first cookie, shaking your head. “Nah. He loves you. He donates the money to a VA hospital downtown.” You say and he blinks in surprise. 

 “I definitely didn’t see that coming,” Steve admits. 

 “What else do you wanna know?”

 “When we walked into Tony’s lab, you were saying something about it being more than just being away from your parents.” He prompts. 

 Your stomach plummets, and you set the next cookie down. You know you’re going to cry, again, and you hate it. “My dad went to the doctor’s a week ago for a colonoscopy and they found some polyps that turned out to be cancerous.” Your voice breaks and your vision goes blurry again. Steve quickly hands you a napkin and you crush it to your eyes. 

 The thought of your dad not being around anymore is what terrifies you. He’s indestructible, he has to be here forever. No less is accepted. 

 You take a deep breath, trying to finish. “He’s gone back for a PET scan and now we’re just waiting for results.”

 “Do you have a picture of them?” He asks and you’ve never been more grateful for the big man across from you. You dig your phone out and pull up a picture of your parents. 

 “How long have they been married?” He asks. 

 “Almost forty years.” You sigh wistfully. 

 “How’d they meet?”

 “High school. But they didn’t date until after he got out of the Navy. He said that he came back and saw her in the bowling alley and everything else just disappeared.” You say, remembering the way your dad’s whole face changed when he talked about that moment. A big, dopey smile and heart-eyes as big as his face. “And the first time he kissed her; he saw fireworks.” You hang your head, feeling totally inadequate compared to their love story.”

 You’ve had a few steady boyfriends, but none that have made you feel that way. And none that have looked at you like you were the only thing in the room. 

 “That’s really sweet.” Steve smiles and you nod. “Y/N, what are you thinking about?” He asks, taking your hand gently. 

 “Kind of like I failed compared to them. I don’t have any friends here. They had everything so... so together by the time they were my age. Already on their way to buying a house and starting a family.” You press another napkin to your eyes. 

 “Just because it happened like that for them, doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with you for taking your time. Some people are born lucky that their soulmate is so close. Others have to search a little bit longer. It definitely doesn’t mean you’re a failure.” He says, squeezing your fingers gently.

 “Let’s talk about something else. Tell me about you.” You say and he launches into an enthusiastic story about the Howling Commandos getting into a drinking contest in a French bar. 

 He’s a good storyteller, has you gasping for breath as you laugh to his memories. He tells story after story as you both work through your cookies. You realize that this is as bittersweet for him as talking about your parents was for you. He misses them just as much.

 It’s late afternoon when he finally sits back, a satisfied smile on his handsome face. You take a long sip of your refreshed coffee and your phone rings. You jerk unexpectedly, digging in your pocket. Your mom’s face is on the screen and your stomach plummets, twisting uncomfortably.

 “I have to get this.” You whisper. He nods, pulling out his own phone as you stand up, hurrying outside. “Mom?” You answer nervously. 

 “Hi, my lovely.” She says, using her serious mom's voice. 

 “Oh no.” You mumble. 

 ***

 Steve finds you out there a few minutes later. He pauses, watching you the same way the first time he found you crying. Hands over your face, shaking from trying to hold your sobs back. 

 “Bad news?” He asks softly. His hand is soft and gentle on your shoulders, breaking your resolve to stop fucking crying. He pulls you against his chest and you absolutely crumble, letting yourself just get it all out for a minute. 

 “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He mutters, rubbing your back gently. 

 “His tests came back clear.” You manage to mumble into his shirt. 

 “Wait, really??” His voice perks up and you nod. “That’s great!” He scoops you up and spins you around. “We should celebrate.” He says, setting you back down and using his shirt to wipe your eyes.

 “You would want to?” You ask, looking at him. 

 “Of course. Anything you wanna do.” He nods. 

 You tilt your head, thinking for a minute. “Can we go ice skating? It’s cold enough and I haven’t been in forever.”

 His fingers tighten around yours for a second. “If that’s what you wanna do, absolutely! Let’s go back to the Tower to change and then we’ll go, okay?”

 “Deal. Thank you, Steve. I promise I’m not usually such a mess.”

 “You’re not a mess.” He promises. “Come on.” He offers you his arm.

 ***

 Steve

 “FRIDAY? Where’s Agent Romanoff?” He asks, pulling on a sweater.

 “She’s in the kitchen on this floor with Sam.” She replies. Steve heads for the small kitchen to find out what Nat found out. He had texted her when you had gone outside at the bakery. 

 He just had to know. 

 “Hey.” He greets as he walks inside. 

 “Hey, man.” Sam waves with his spoon. “How is she?”

 “Tough. Nat, did you do what I asked?” He looks at the small redhead.

 “You didn’t give me much time, Rogers.” She sighs dramatically. “But, yeah. These people would not last one second in enemy hands.” She scoffs.

 “And?”

 “And apparently, Stark’s personal slave is a highly coveted position for some reason. And she got it over someone who supposedly deserved it ‘way more’ so, everyone decided to be a bunch of children and ice her out.”

 “I don’t think it worked,” Sam smirks.

 “Definitely not.” Steve agrees. “Do I even wanna know how you found this out?”

 “Spy trick.” She shrugs. “I sidled up to someone and complained about her. The rest was easy. They couldn’t wait to bitch about her.” She rolls her eyes. 

 “Thanks. I’m not sure if I should tell her or not.” Steve sighs. 

 “Where are you going?” Sam asks, eying him suspiciously. 

 “She wants to go ice skating. She wants to celebrate some good news she got.”

 Sam looks at him for a full minute before cracking up. “Oh man, I think I love this girl.” He wheezes.

 “Laugh it up, Wilson.” Steve rolls his eyes. 

 “You won’t even need your hat and sunglasses disguise.” Nat grins. 

 “Not you, too. I thought you were my friend.”

 “You might be in the wrong business, Rogers.” She winks. 

 “Miss Y/L/N is approaching,” FRIDAY warns. Sam straightens up and they all peer at the doorway Steve had come through just moments before. 

 “What are you staring at?” Your voice behind them makes them jump. 

 “Waiting for you,” Natasha says brightly. “We hear you’re going ice skating.”

 “I haven’t been in a long time and Steve was nice enough to let me choose.”

 Sam stands up and drapes his arm around your shoulders like you’re old friends. “I, for one, wholeheartedly approve.”

 “Ready?” Steve asks you, trying not to notice how cute you look in your coat and hat and gloves.

 “Ready.” You glance around Natasha and Sam. Steve can see the words before they can escape your pretty lips. 

 “They already have plans. Looks like it’s just the two of us.”

 “Maybe next time?” You look hopefully between the two of them.

 “Definitely next time.” Sam grins with a wink at Steve. 

 ***

 You were right about it being cold enough. Your face is already feeling the effects of it, flushed and a little wind bitten. You hope you don’t look too ridiculous. 

 Skating comes back to you easily and you glide around, turning in small circles as you get the feel for it again, smiling to yourself. You can feel Steve watching you from one of the entrances, leaning against the frame. 

 “Come on, Steve. The ice is great.” You taunt and he chuckles. 

 “Alright.” He slowly puts one skate to the ice, tentative, testing. You glide to a stop, watching curiously. He slowly pushes out, hands outstretched for balance, knees bent slightly. 

 “Steve?”

 “Yeah, I got this.” He says, completely focused. 

 “Mhm.” You hum, watching as Captain America wobbles on ice skates. “Have you ever been ice skating before?

 “Once or twice, recently...on a mission.” He admits.

 “And how did it go?” You ask and he looks up at you, promptly losing his balance and falling on his butt.

 “About like that.” He sighs. “Sam still laughs about it.” 

 You glide over and offer him your hand. He pulls himself up unsteadily. “Well.”

 “You don’t have to wait for me.” He says, shooing you away.

 “Nope. You were here for me all day today. I’m not leaving you now.” You say firmly, taking his hand again. “By the time we leave, Sam won’t have anything to laugh about.” You guide him forward slowly, giving him time to adjust. 

 “What are you thinking about?” He asks after a minute. 

 You glance at his face, finding his bright blue eyes on you. “Oh, I was actually thinking about how nice it is to know that you’re not perfect at everything.” You say with an impish grin. 

 “Oh, thank god. I can’t live with that kind of pressure.” He grins, starting to lose his balance again.

 “Also, I’ve seen you fight. You’re so graceful. How is this so different?” You ask, pushing him a little faster. 

 “Not sure.” He huffs, squeezing your fingers a little more. “How do I stop?”

 “You drive a motorcycle, right?” You ask and he nods. “Isn’t there a brake pedal you push down with your heel?”

 “Yeah.”

 “Same concept. Or if you turn your bike sideways, you don’t go forward anymore, do you?”

 “Right.”

 You carefully let go of his hands and do a lap around him, demonstrating how you side stop. “Tada.” You grin. 

 “Tada.” He sighs and you laugh, skating back over to him. 

 “You’ll get the hang of it. You’re a fast learner.” You say, leading him around some more. 

 ***

 Steve

 He does pick it up quickly, but not as quickly as he would have liked. He’s fallen half a dozen times and his ass is sore. 

 You’ve been so fantastic, so patient. He can easily see why you got Stark’s intern over anyone else. He would need someone patient. 

 “Are you having fun?” You ask, keeping next to him now that he’s gotten somewhat better. 

 “I am.” He smiles, pulling you close without thinking. It bumps him off balance and you tumble with him, a yelp ringing out as he takes the impact on the ice and you fall on top of him, arms and legs tangled together.

 “Shit, I’m so sorry.” 

 You free your arms, but you’re still half laying on him. “It’s okay.”

 How are you so warm after being out here for so long? Your eyes meet his and then his hand is brushing your hair back out of your face, cupping your cheek gently. 

 The rest of the rink disappears as your face drifts closer, pulled in by some kind of magnet.  He couldn’t care less that they’re on the floor as people skate around them. Those people no longer exist. 

 You tilt your head slightly and then your soft lips are pressed against his, shy at first until he pulls you closer and you melt into him. Your hands cup his face and he’s struck with bright multicolored lights flashing behind his eyes. The world seems to vibrate with sounds and time seems to have frozen, just for a little bit. His senses dialed to ten, his nerve endings are alive with every soft press of your lips. His pulse booms in his ears. 

 You pull back slightly and he watches you, face flushed. 

 “Hi.” He whispers. 

 “Hi.” You reply quietly. “You probably wanna get up.” You say, slow to pull back more.

 “I’m definitely fine right here.” He mumbles, his arms around you.

 You chuckle. “Wanna go get hot chocolate?” You ask and he nods.

 “Sure.”

 You kneel back and pull him to his feet. Your hand linked in his as you skate towards the exit. He watches you unlace your skates, thinking about the story you told about the first time your dad kissed your mom.

 He wondered at the time what that would have sounded like. 

 Now he knows. And he can’t wait to do it again.

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[slayfics]

Just this.

Murdoc shows up drunk unexpected at your place. 

An Uber pulled up and parked by the curb of an apartment building, a drunk green bass player sat in the back seat staring out the window at the apartment taking it in. The building was seven stories tall. The fire escape that ran down the side was rusted and seemed it could collapse at any moment. The building was made of old dingy bricks some chipped, others completely missing. He looked from window to window observing the ones that had their lights on, watching the shapes in them, thinking that any of those shapes could be her. The shapes were hard to keep up with though. They seemed to blur into each other and make new shapes of their own. It wasn’t till this moment that Murdoc thought maybe he was too intoxicated to do this. He had been trying the past six months to find the right amount of intoxicated to come to her, but not too much where he might make a fool of himself. He was sure he had the right concoction tonight though, but then again maybe not. 

“Is this not the right place?” The Uber driver asked since Murdoc had not moved.

“This is it mate….” He said without moving, instead he continued to stare out the car window at the apartment. 

“You gonna get out or just admire it?”

“Right!” Murdoc said coming out of his trance “Well thanks for the hospitality.” He said sarcastically, and threw some bills in the front seat as he opened the door. He stumbled out of the car, onto the curb, and over to the wall of the building. He placed his hand too forcefully on the wall to catch his balance surly scraping his palm. Whatever he’d deal with that later. To procrastinate from messaging her he fumbled for his cigarettes in his leather jacket finding the small box quicker than he thought he would. He stuck the cigarette in between his lips then went back to his pocket to search for the lighter. Again he found it faster than what he intended to. 

Fuck. He knew the next step was to get his phone out, but he felt butterflies in his stomach, or maybe they were moths. He grabbed his phone from his pocket ignoring the anxious feeling festering in his stomach. The screen of his phone lit up with his finger print and he instantly felt like he was swimming in the bright light. He managed to get to his messenger app, but it would be a miracle to type anything coherent. He tried his best to type but the letters kept bouncing back and forth on the screen and he had to focus hard to keep up with them. He pressed send before he was able to second guess himself or proof read the message. He turned around to put his back against the wall and lean his head back. He wondered what he was he doing, what was he thinking? She wouldn’t want to see him. Why had he been hyping himself up to come here all these months?

You were sleeping soundly when your phone buzzed with a loud text tone, the screen illuminated the dark room. Pissed that you forgot to turn your phone on do not disturb you rolled over to ignore it. Shutting your eyes trying to quickly fall back to sleep you realized that that was the text tone you had set for Murdoc. You picked up your phone in disbelief and thought your eyes were messing with you. The text message read: “Hegy sweethemart, wht ru doinhg rizght now?” You quickly realized Murdoc must be drunk texting you. You stared at you phone debating if you wanted to respond or not. Before you could decide your ringtone went off, and the old contact picture you set of Murdoc cutting an onion lit up on your phone. You hesitated but answered. 

“Hello?”

“Heyyyyy honey what are you *hiccup* what are you doing?” He asked slurring his words and hiccuping in between.

“Well its 2am on a Thursday so I’m sleeping.” You were a little annoyed that he chose to call you now of all times when he should know you have to be up early for work. 

“Thats dreadfully boring isn’t it?” Murdoc said with a smile on his face. He closed his eyes in an attempt to stop the world from spinning, but it didn’t work. He felt as though he was doing backflips but his head was resting solidly on the brick wall. 

“Well what are you up to that’s so interesting Murdoc?” You asked as you swung your legs off the bed and stood up to go grab a glass of water from the kitchen.

“Oh you know how it goes lovely. I just can’t sleep well at night, so I’m here and there.” He mumbled turning to his side so his shoulder was resting against the wall now. He was trying to regain control of his body but even this simple movement made his stomach turn. He dared to open his eyes and saw the street split in two, it blurred together then split back again.

Walking to the kitchen you could smell the faint hint of a cigarette coming from your opened window. This caught your attention and caused you to walk over to the window. You peered out side and down toward the street. There was a man leaning against the wall, holding a cigarette, and talking on a phone. He was wearing a leather jacket and what appeared to be cuban heel boots. 

“Where are you Murdoc?” You asked.

“Oh just outside a pub. I was thinking about you and wanted to check up on you.” He said bringing the cigarette back up to his lips. 

“A pub?”

“Yeah yeah, but it’s not too far from your place if well.. you know, if you wanted some company.” He said. You saw the man slip from the wall and stumble quickly to catch his balance again. You were sure now that this must be Murdoc. He was calling you from outside your apartment. It’s been awhile since you saw him. You wondered if you were just on a list of girls he called when he got drunk and he finally got around back to you. 

“You know I work tomorrow.” You said.

“Oh fuck that’s right tomorrow is your early day isn’t it?” You saw him put his face in his hand. “Hey look.. would you mind if I came over anyway I ju- *hiccup*” It was then you realized he must be in a bad headspace. If he really was outside just to fuck he’d be discouraged by your lack of enthusiasm, which he could surly get from some other girl. 

“WHY DON’T YOU COME UP THEN!” You yelled out the window. Murdoc jumped startled by your yell. He looked up to see you in the window and a grin quickly spread across his face. “You can walk up the stairs can’t you drunk old man?” You asked in the phone.

“For you, of course I can.” He smiled up at you from the ground floor.

“It’s apartment D22.” 

“Yeah I remember.” He said as he stumbled to the entrance of the building and hung up the phone. He got up the stairs and knocked on the door quicker than you thought he would be able to given the state he was in. You opened the door and the smell of cigarettes instantly hit your nose. He was swaying a bit with a foolish smile on his face.

“Hi.” He simply said as you moved aside to let him walk in. 

“Hello.” You said with a hint of confusion in your voice. You expected him to come in and explain his behavior, or at the very least apologize for waking you up. He didn’t offer any explanations though he just stood there with that smile on his face. A moment passed before you realized he wasn’t going to say anything so you had to carry on the conversation. “You look like you could use some water.” You said and walked to the kitchen. Usually he would protest anyone who tried to give him water but he followed you into the kitchen dragging his hand across the wall for support. You reached in the cupboard, grabbed a glass, and poured him some water from the fridge door. You turned to him to discover him standing a bit too close and eyeing you intently. 

“Oh yeah you definitely need this.” You said handing him the glass. You inched away from him and sat up on the kitchen table across from him. He leaned against the fridge and sipped at the water. His eyes instantly lit up and he looked at the water as if you had handed him the secretes to the universe. “So you were at a pub?” You asked in attempts to start some type of conversation with him.

“I was, and you were sleeping. You work tomorrow?” He asked fixating on you now instead of the water in the glass.

“Yes I do. I have to be up at 5am.” You said. You expected him to say more, or hopefully explain why he came, but he just stared at you with that same smile. “You’re really drunk aren’t you Murdoc?” You laughed.

“I’m always drunk.” He said and gave you a wink. You laughed a little in hopes of diffusing the awkwardness you felt. You weren’t really sure how to navigate this situation, but you did have to get back to bed. Figuring Murdoc was past having a conversation in his state you decided maybe sleep would be best for both of you.

“Do you want to sleep with me?” You asked. Murdoc giggled like a little school boy.

“I have to work in a couple hours so too clarify I meant sleep NEXT to me you dirty old man.”

“Either way the answer is yes lovely.” He smiled. You hopped off of the kitchen table and began to walk in the direction of your room. “Hey.” He said grabbing your attention. You turned around to look at him. He had a different expression on his face now. His smile was replaced by a pained expression. His posture was different as well, his shoulders were slouched and no longer back with confidence. He walked over to you and stood a few inches in front of you swaying back and forth for a second before he abruptly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug. You knew for sure now that he was not ok, he must be going through something. You wrapped your arms around him and he rested his cheek on the top of your head. Being close to his chest you could hear his heart beating abnormally fast. As quickly as he hugged you he pulled away. “I think some sleep would be nice.” He said and smiled at you.

“Come on.” You said and lead him to your room.

Your bed was to the left of the door against the corner. It wasn’t very big, barley big enough for the both of you. He sat at the end of the bed and knelt down to take off his shoes, then his leather jacket and dropped them to floor. You laid back down under the covers where you were sleeping peacefully before on the right side of the bed. Murdoc laid down on top of the covers next to you. His head resting on the pillow he smiled at you with that same grin returning to his face. 

“You don’t want to come under the covers?” You asked.

“Hm should I?” He asked.

“Stop being weird.” You said as you pulled at the covers under him and he adjusted to come under them. He laid back down and continued to smile at you. 

“Hey are you ok Murdoc?” You asked, but he didn’t answer. He looked off in the distance then back at you as if he was thinking of what to say. You knew the answer though, he wasn’t ok. Wether he was going to tell you was another question though. You ran your hands through his hair in attempts to relax whatever thoughts must be racing through his head. You moved around the bangs that were stuck to his forehead from sweat which made you wonder what was he really doing before he came here. What he had been doing since the last time he saw you? More importantly was he taking care of himself? After you had given up on him ever acknowledging your question he finally answered.

“I am now.” He said. You pulled your hand back from his hair to rest it on the pillow beside you. “No love, don’t stop doing that.” He said. You laughed a little and began running your hand through his hair again. You can tell there was a lot he wasn’t saying, and most likely too much on his mind for him to even make sense of it. Or maybe he didn’t know the words to accurately describe what he was going through. 

“I’m glad you came.” You whispered, adjusting your voice volume so that maybe he would be lulled to sleep. 

“Of course you are.” He winked again and let out his signature laugh. You know him well enough to understand that humor has always been one of his defense mechanisms. A way he could dismiss whatever pain he was actually going through.

“I mean it Murdoc. I missed you, you know i’m always here for you. Even if it is just to wake me up in the middle of the night to sleep next to me.” You said and leaned over to kiss his nose then position back to your pillow. Murdoc didn’t say anything and the darkness in the room made it hard to tell his expression but you could vaguely see tears form in his eyes. “Do you want to talk about it?” You asked gently. A tear finally escaped and ran down his cheek.

“No.” He managed to say in a voice that didn’t sound like his at all. It was no longer full of cocky confidence but riddled with pain. “Can I just hold you?” he asked.

“Anytime you want.” You said. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you in close to him. From this position you could hear that his heartbeat was beginning to slow down. “I don’t know what you need right now Murdoc but i’m here.”

“Just this.” He said.

[skamitaliasubs]

skam italia s3e3 clip #3 - transcript

F: Love, how do I look? It’s new. E: Fine. F: Come on, you didn’t even look at me! Can you put this phone aside? You’re always busy with it. E: But you’re going out? F: Yes, why? E: So, if my friends call you, make sure to tell them that we’re at home with mom, ok? F: Yes yes yes. E: No, Fili, it’s important. F: I got it. E: You look good. The jacket is cool. F: Ok. Listen, but why don’t you join me as well? E: I don’t feel like it. F: Come on, come on. Everyone loves me more when you hang out with us: E: Is that so? F: Yes. E: I don’t feel like it. I’m tired. F: What a bore! Are you going to spend the night watching gardening tutorials as usual? E: What a dick. Go! You look beautiful, you look beautiful. F: Yeah, yeah, bye. [Eva’s vocal] Ele, you can’t understand, please. It happened a mess here. Silvia talked to Edo, now she closed herself in the bathroom and isn’t letting anyone in. Call me back when you listen to this, Ele!

[Ele tries calling Eva but the voice mail plays] E: What? Elia, Elia! Where is Silvia? Silvia? Elia: They’re drinking at the bottom of the stairs. E: Eva! Eva: Hi Ele! E: What’s going on? Eva: These two assholes don’t want to let me go say hi to Giò. M: No, I told you not to go say hi while he’s kissing his girlfriend. Eva: But if I want to go, what do you care? E: Why didn’t you answer my calls? Eva: Because I have my phone on silent, Ele. E: Ok, doesn’t matter, Silvia? Eva: Silvia left, but like very long ago. She left very long ago. She’s with the others. E: What happened? Eva: Basically she went there to talk with Giov- with Edoardo, sorry. Giò! Hi! G: Eva, you remember Sofia? Eva: Of course I remember her! The unforgettable Sofia. Listen, if you lose him, don’t worry because he’ll be in the bathroom smoking with some friend of his. G: No, no, I don’t smoke anymore. E: Eva! Eva: You do smoke! Doesn’t matter. E: Eva, can you keep my jacket please? Eva: Get used to it, because he does. Edo: You came eventually! E: Can I know what you told her? Edo: To whom? E: Silvia! She left in tears. Edo: What did I tell her, what do I know? She came to me and asked if I was back with my ex from Milan. E: And? Edo: And nothing, I told her no. We just hung out. Then she tried to kiss me and I told her I didn’t want to. E: And what about me? Edo: You? E: What did you tell her about me? Edo: And who are you? Chicco: Bro, there are guards at the door. Edo: The fuck are you saying? C: Two big guards. Edo: The fuck are you saying? C: I’m not joking. Edo: Go tell Fede to turn off the music. C: Guards!! Turn the music off!! Guard: Good evening. Edo: Good evening. G: You’re the owner of this house? Edo: Yes. G: We received some calls from your neighbours. Edo: Yes, I’m sorry. We already turned the music off. G: We weren’t clear then. Edo: Okay, I got it. I’ll send everyone away. G: Good. We’ll wait there. Edo: Okay, thank you and sorry. Guys! Party’s over, everyone out. Come on. I know, I’m sorry, come on. Come on, fast! C: Bro, we’re going to Eur. Are you joining? Edo: Yeah, I’m coming. E: Eva?   C: Come on! Edo: Where the fuck are you going? Help me clean up. E: Eva? Eva? Eva, where are you? Edo: Bro, come on, fast. Federico: Yeah, I’m going. We’re gonna meet at Eur. Edo: Hey! Are you still here? E: Yeah, Eva left with my jacket with my phone, my keys, everything. Edo: Ouch. Well, how can I help you?

Edo: He didn't answer? Ele: No, I'm texting him Ele's text: Filo, it's Ele. Call me on this number when you read this? Edo: So? Ele: Can I borrow 20 euros so I can call a taxi and go home? Edo: And if I won't give them to you? Come on, I'm joking! Of course. Ele: Okay Edo: How can you get in your house if you don't have the keys? Ele: I'll wait my brother to get home Edo: Where? Ele: Outside Edo: Do you really think I'll let you leave at 2am alone? Ele: I don't need your permission Edo: But you need my money. I'm kidding. Listen, let's do this... What are you doing standing over there? Sit! Let's do this: we wait for your brother to text back and then I'll take you home. Ele: Okay Edo: Meanwhile, do you want some wine? Ele: No. Edo: Don't you trust me? Ele: No. Edo: Okay. Ele: I can help you cleaning some stuff... Edo: Don't worry. I'll tidy up tomorrow. Ele: Won't your parents come back? Edo: No. Ele: Do you live alone? Edo: Yeah, more or less... Ele: Like? Edo: My father works out of town, my brother doesn't live here and they come back once in a while. Ele: Thank you Edo: You're welcome Ele: Emmm... Listen, I have to apologise Edo: Really? Ele: I'm serious. Edo: Okay, tell me. Ele: I didn't know about your mother... otherwise I wouldn't have said all those things. I'm sorry. Edo: Don't worry, but thank you! Come on, let me offer you something... even not alcoholic Ele: No. Edo: Come on! What you want? Ele: Thank you. Edo: Herbal tea? Sorry. Ele: Did Filippo reply? Edo: No. Don't you trust me? Look! Federico: Where the fuck are you?! Where are you?! Ele: But really, if you want to go, I'll take a taxi. Edo: Lemon or ginger? Ele: I don't know. Edo: Lemon. Ele: No way. Edo: It suits you. Ele: Hi, I'm Edoardo Incanti and you all suck. Edo: It's spot on. Ele: I know! But I'm missing something... Edo: What? Ele: Your gorgeous curls. Edo: You really like my hair. Ele: Tell me the truth. In middle school you were crazy for Tre Metri Sopra il Cielo and you copied Scamarcio's look. I got it, right? Edo: You got me, yeah. Ele: And this? Edo: It look a lot like a guitar. Ele: No, this is the final weapon. Edo: Sorry, for what? Ele: Of course, you act like a dick with girls, then you take them home, you sing them a sweet beautiful song, so they'll say: "oh my god, Edoardo Incanti has a soft side, he has a heart!" Edo: Stop it! Ele: Yeah. Edo: And you? Who do you play for? Ele: I don't know how to play. Ele: Not even sing from what I remember. Ele: Yeah, whatever... Edo: Can I play for you? Ele: Yeah, but I'm not a girl you'll take to your bed. Edo: Don't worry, I have a song for every kind of girl. Ele: Let's see... Edo: Okay... Ele: You'll make girls fall asleep this way. Edo: Give me a second. Ele: Ah, I'll wait.

Edo: I think it's for you. Ele: Filo? Filo? F: I'm coming back home, what about you? Ele: A mess happened. I'm going to tell you all about it. F: But are you at the party? If you want, I can pick you up. Ele: Don't worry. I'll call you later. Bye. Edo: Is there a problem? Ele: No. He's at a party in Viterbo. I didn't understand. Edo: Okay. You can sleep here. Ele: Yes, but not with you. Edo: Okay, maybe it's for the best if you don't sleep here. Ele: I think so. Your dad's bedroom? Edo: It's locked. Since the last party I hosted. But, come on, you can sleep in my room and I'll use the sofa. Okay? Ele: Okay. Edo: The sheets are clean, I didn't use them, so... if you want a t-shirt, a pair of shorts? Ele: No, I'm going to sleep on top of them anyway. Edo: Okay. Goodnight, then. Ele: Goodnight. No, come on! Edo: What? Ele: Nothing. I feel guilty for making you sleep downstairs. Edo: Are you the one who's flirting with me now? Ele: Absolutely not, but I don't want to kick you out of your own room. But you're gonna let me give you some rules. Edo: Okay. What kind of rules? Ele: Like... this is your side of the bed and this is mine. Here. I'd suggest to make a barrier with pillows too. Just to be safe. Edo: Okay. What do you want for breakfast tomorrow? Ele: I won't have breakfast here tomorrow. Edo: Okay. Coffee and a croissant sound like a great idea. Ele: You're such a cliche. Edo: You know I'm predictable. Ele: No, you're just a wonderful cliche. Edo: What can you do? I had a troubled childhood. My dad never came to my football games. The packing tape... Ele: Is there someone else you have to punch? Edo: No. It's your brother, actually. He's wondering when you'll be coming back, because he's tired of waiting for you. Okay. I'll answer. "I'm so in love with Edoardo that I can't even leave his bed". Ele: No! Stop it! Give me your phone. Edo: No. Ele: Yes. I'm going to answer myself. Edo: What are you doing? You're on my side of the bed. Go back to yours. You're breaking the rules. Go. Ele: Let me answer. Edo: No. Ele: He's my brother. Edo: No. Ele: I want to be the one to answer. Edo: No. Go back to your side. Come on. Ele: No. Edo: Come on. Ele: Tell him I'll be back tomorrow.

[goodbyejuly]

anon request💞: Johnny's sister knocking on their dorm at 2am cause no one is home and she forgot her keys and the boys think she's a crazy fan

You really regretted going out tonight

It was fun at first but it all went down hill when you got home only to realize that you left your keys inside your house

And this wouldn't have been that bad if your roommate was home

But, that's the thing

She's not

She left your shared apartment a little bit after you so she could go spend the rest of the week with her parents

And, like normal person, she locked the door leaving you stuck outside

You didn't want to disturb her this early in the day and make her drive all the way back just to unlock the door for you

So, having only one option left you decided to call your brother since he doesn't live that far from you and he could easily come pick you up

"Come on, pick up" you say after calling him for the third time

And for the third time he didn't pick up

After rendering it hopeless, you start walking to his dorm

The thing about your brother is that he's a idol in group so of course, he lives with his bandmates

But Johnny being the great brother he is has never introduced you to his bandmates since he didn't want them to hit on you or something

But all that did was create a bigger problem for you

You had to get into a dorm full of boys that have no idea who you are

When you finally reach the dorm you take a deep breath

"Ok Y/N, all you have to do is tell them who you are and why you're here, that's all it is" you tell yourself

After building up enough courage, you knock on the door hard enough to say that someone was there but not enough to complete scare them

No answer...

You thought this would happen

It's 2 in the morning after all, it's very unlikely that anyone would still be up

So you knock again, and again, and again until you hear soft shuffling

You were praying that it would be your big brother so you wouldn't have some awkward interaction with his bandmates

But as the door opened you're met face to face with your brothers best friend

Jung Jaehyun

You try to keep it cool since you were a fan of your brothers group but you had to remind yourself

He doesn't know who you are

Before you can start talking you see another member, Doyoung, sleepily walk into view and freezes when he sees you and Jaehyun

"Um, I'm Y/N, Johnny's sister. Can you wake him up, I need to talk to him" you say with the most confidence you can muster up

You see Jaehyun look back at Doyoung for a couple of seconds then look back at you

You can't tell what Jaehyun's feeling

If he's pissed, confused or just sleepy

"Ok, I'll go get him" he says before closing the door

You were relieved that it was that easy but your relief stops as you hear the two boys talk

"Are you crazy? Do you seriously believe her?" the hushed voice of Doyoung questions Jaehyun's actions

"No, I just-"

"We need her to leave now. If you won't tell her, I will" this time Doyoung doesn't even whisper

He says it in a normal almost loud voice and with a stern tone

Just as the door knob starts to turn, another member sleepily stumbles into your situation

"What are you guys doing it's 2 in the morning, you know we have practice at 7"

You immediately recognized that voice as nct's leader, Taeyong

"Taeyong, there's a girl outside the door saying that she's Johnny's sister" Doyoung says with so much annoyance that you think about leaving and just letting them be

But your idea quickly goes away as the door swings open and all three boys stare at you

"Um, I'm sorry but, why are you here? I don't mean to sound rude or anything it's just- it's really early and we're all tired" Taeyong says trying to calm the tense aura in the air

"I need to speak to my brother. It's important"

"Ok and Johnny's your brother, right? "

You nod, hoping he would believe you and just go wake him up

He pauses, thinking

"Alright, I'll go get him"

His words leave a mixture of shock and anger on Doyoung's face

When Taeyong closes the door Doyoung immediately starts talking

"Have you lost your fucking mind? Do you really believe her? She's probably some crazy ass fan. I'm so-"

"Doyoung, I'm gonna wake up Johnny and let him see her and if he doesn't know her we'll make her leave" Taeyong says with a sigh, obviously tired with everything

You sit there for about a minute or two until the door opens and you finally see the boy you've been waiting for and pull him into a hug

"Woah there squirt, what's the matter?"

God, you hated that nickname

But right now you would put up with it if it meant you finally got to see him

"I locked myself out of my apartment and my roommate's not coming back until next week. Can I stay with you until then?" you say still clinging to your brother

You were a little scared of his reaction honestly

You knew he wouldn't flat out say no to you but you did know his habit of teasing

"Hey, hey, it's fine. You can stay with me"

You release a sigh at his words and look up at him

"Are you sure your members are ok with that?" you gesture to the boys standing behind him

He ignores your question and pulls you in the dorm and pushes you to his room

"You can sleep in my bed, I know you're tired"

He then gives you one of his shirts to sleep in and quickly change as you feel yourself get sleepier

You soon fall asleep forgetting about the whole situation you got yourself into

After a few hours of peace you're woken up by tons of noise

You check your phone only to be blinded by it's brightness

"Ugh" your eyes soon adjust to it and you feel even worse when you see the time

"5:45 in the morning. Why would anyone make this much noise this early in the morning" you say to yourself

You try to ignore it but it's impossible to go back to sleep with the ruckus going on

Finally having enough you get up to see what the hell is making so much noise

When you make it to the main room you're greeted with a bunch of stares, some of which look frightened

You were confused but it slowly came to you: some of these boys literally have no idea who you are

Just as you were about to explain why you were in their dorm, Johnny quickly swoops in and pushes you right back into his room

"What are you doing?" he looked so shocked

You were shocked too. I mean how does he expect you stay asleep with so much noise

"What am I doing? You and you're members are being loud as hell at 5 in the morning and I'm doing something wrong?" you were understandably grumpy, after all, you barely got any sleep and now your brother questions your actions over his noisy members

"No, I mean, why would you go out there like that?" he questions while gesturing your outfit

You look down and remember that you weren't in the same clothes you went out in, you were now in your brother's oversized tshirt and and nothing else

"Dude, I really doubt your members give a single fuck about what I'm wearing, hell, half of them don't even know who I am!"

"First of all, watch your mouth and second of all, men are pigs. I trust my members but you can never be too safe" he scolds

You were used to this

Your brother was always overprotective

You understood for the most part, he was just so afraid of seeing you get hurt

But your not kids anymore, and you really wish he would remember that

"I appreciate the concern, really. But, I'm not your baby sister anymore, I'm a grown woman, I can handle things"

He opens his mouth to argue but you quickly interrupt

"Now, can you please tell me why you and your members are making this much noise this early in the morning?"

"We have practice at 7 but we'll be leaving soon so we'll be out of your hair and you can go back to sleep, squirt"

He ruffles your hair, another habit he's had since you were kids

"Johnny, we're about to leave!" one of his members shout

"When are you coming back?" you say while trying to push his hands off of you

"Around 10, we're not doing much today. I think there still might be some noodles leftover from last night. You can eat those if you get hungry. Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone" he says while grabbing his bag

"Nah, the stupidity's leaving with you, I'll be fine"

Your snarkiness only causes him to pull you into a bear hug

"Love you, squirt"

"Love you too, loser"

[all-the-love-harold]

Chapter 5 - The End and the Beginning

This is a long and emotional one, so get settled in. A special thanks this time goes to @lovesmelikebrandnewstarlight as always for listening to me and to @harrysofluffy for talking through my ideas and giving me inspiration. Also there’s a tiny bit of smut in this one.  Points to anyone that finds the Harry Potter reference..

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January 20th, 2015- Byron Bay  Australia

 Poppy hated the Beach. She hated the way the sand stuck to everything, she hated sitting out in the sun for hours and getting burnt, she hated swimming in the water where she couldn’t see exactly what was in it and she hated wearing her bikini in front of people. But it was the middle of January in Australia and the heat was getting to her more than she remembered it used to. H had a few months off in between One Direction tours and she’d convinced him to come home with her because she was desperate for an actual summer, but right now, as she sat on the beach in Byron Bay, she was regretting that decision.

“H, can you put sunscreen on my back” she asked, handing him the bottle of SPF 50+.”

 “Turn around” he said, taking the bottle off her and squeezing it out into his hand. SHe turned around and held her hair up out of the way as he rubbed it over her back, massaging it in, taking it under her bikini straps and right down to her ass.

 “Cheeks too pleasssse” she smiled cheekily at him

 He shook his head at her “Lay on your towel, it’s easier that way”

 Poppy spread her towel out on the ground and laid on her stomach, resting her chin on her arms while he rubbed the sunscreen over her butt cheeks.

 “Done” he said, resting the bottle of sunscreen on her elbow

 “Your turn” she smiled, sitting up and squeezing it onto her hand “Or will Kendall have a problem with that?”

 He giggled “I think she’ll be ok love, I did just lather it into your ass cheeks”

“Would you two get a room please?” Called Poppy’s friend Bella, who she went to high school with. This little trip home as a great chance for her to reconnect with all the people who had been so important to her just a few years ago.

“Shut it Bella!” she called back “you’re just jealous”

“Uhhhh, yeah” Bella said “Obviously”

“I can put sunscreen on your ass too if you want” Harry giggled

Poppy slapped him across the back “You have a girlfriend Styles”

“I don’t actually” he said “and don’t slap me Poopy - it’s abuse”

“Oh fuck off” she laid back down on her towel and Harry spread his out next to hers, mimicking her position, turning his head to that he was looking at her.

“Your friends are pretty lame” he whispered so that only Poppy could hear

“Why do you think I moved to London?”

He let out a loud cackle and they all turned around to look at the two of them.

“Ok” Tilly said, sitting up and moving closer to Poppy and Harry “are you guys seriously telling us you’ve never, in the almost two years you’ve known each other, you’ve never done the horizontal tango?”

“Nope, we’ve never even kissed” Poppy said, sitting up and drawing her legs up to her chest

“We can change that that” Harry winked at her, sitting up too.

“Eww” Tilly said “so you’ve never even seen each other naked?”

“Now, that’s not the question you asked” Harry said

“Ooooh” Bella sat up “do tell Pop! Is it as big as the world thinks it is?”

Poppy looked at Harry and back at Bella and Tilly “Let’s just say that Kendall is a lucky girl”

They both screamed and Harry glared at her

“Thanks love” he half smiled

“Oh don’t pretend you care, you leaked your own nudes”

He furrowed his brow at Poppy and stood up “I’m gonna go for a swim come get me when you’re finished talking about my dick”

“Stylllllesss” Poppy said “sit down. We’re done, we’ll swim soon.”

“Fine” he huffed sitting back down

“I just can’t believe you’ve never done the dirty” Tilly rested her chin in her hands “you both look that that, and you’ve never done it”

“Seems fake to me” Bella said

“Bella, it would be like you and Jack getting down to business”

“Oh ew, ok gotcha”

“So” Tilly said raising her eyebrows “if you’ve never slept with Harry, surely you’ve slept with one of the other members of One Direction, you did go on tour with them”

Poppy and Harry both looked towards each other sharing a knowing glance.

“Nope” Poppy said hoping that Tilly would drop the subject

“I saw that look!” Tilly yelled “you so have”

“I haven’t! I swear on my life”

“Niall has the hots for her though” Harry smirked

“Oooh” Bella said “the Irish one”

Poppy’s cheeks blushed red, and Harry could tell she was uncomfortable talking about this so he quickly started talking before anyone else had the chance to

“Well now that that’s cleared up” He  clapped his hands together “can we go for a swim?”

Poppy stood and threw her hat and phone on top of her bag thankful to not have to talk about Niall anymore. It wasn’t that she didn’t like him, it was quite the opposite actually but since they hadn’t spent that much time alone together she didn’t really know where they stood.

“Yess let’s go” she said

Harry stood too, and hid her phone in in his hat for safety

“Race ya Poopy” and he took off towards the water, with Poppy trailing behind.

 February 6th 2015, Sydney.

 Niall’s lips ran down Poppy’s torso and her hands intertwined in his hair as he reached her centre and she arched her back. They’d been at it for hours, she was sensitive and even the slightest of touches sent shivers down her spine, but she didn’t want to stop yet, it had been too long since she’d had sex like this and she didn’t want it to end.

Niall reached over to the bedside table in search of a condom, pulling them out of their rhythm a little.

“Fuck” he sighed “we’re all out darlin’” he shook the box one last time to make sure there wasn’t one stuck in the bottom and sat up, placing a kiss on Poppy’s forehead.

“Sorry love” he said, taking a deep breath, “I’ll finish ya off in just in minute, need to catch me breath”

Poppy wrapped the sheet around her body and stood up from the bed, making sure her ass was covered.

“Where ya going love?” Niall asked

“Harry will have condoms” she smirked and walked out of Niall’s hotel room before he could protest, holding onto her sheet. Her hair was a mess, her  cheeks were flushed and her legs were still shaking as she made her way to Harry’s room, which was only down the hallway.

She knocked twice, “only me, H” she said quietly. The light flicked on and she  heard his footsteps making their way towards the door. When he opened the door and caught sight of her his eyes widened and a frown appeared on his face.

“Christ love, what happened?” He said sleepily, ushering her inside, away from any prying eyes that could be lurking around.

“Uhhh, Niall happened” she said

“Are you ok?” he asked, filling a glass with water and handing it to her, eyes still half closed and adjusting to the light

Poppy took the glass and had a sip, not realising how thirsty she actually was “I’m fine H”

“What’s going on then?”

“I uh” she stuttered “we um, we ran out of condoms”

He blinked twice “You ran out?”

“Yes. we used the entire box” she said flatly

“The whole thing? All 12 of ‘em”

“Yep”

“Fuck” he sighed before his eyes narrowed “So what are you doing here then?”

“We need more”

“More?” he raised his eyebrow “you’ve used 12 and you need more?”

“Yes” she nodded, suddenly becoming very aware that she was naked under the sheet and pulled it tighter around herself.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Don’t know why it wouldn’t be?” she said

Harry shrugged “Maybe because our world tour starts in less than 24 hours and we kinda need Niall to be alive and not fucked to death”

“He’ll be fine by tomorrow night H”  

“Will you be?”

“I don’t need to be, and christ H, it’s just sex, it’s not like we’re hurting anyone”

He shook his head in disbelief and turned around, and sitting on the bed “Just my ears”

She covered her  mouth, not realising until now that he probably heard most of what they’d just done.

“Sorry H” she put her  hand on his shoulder and he picked up and moved it away

“I know where that’s been Poppy, you don't leave much to the imagination”

Poppy blushed “Oh you heard like…. A lot?”

“Everything” he smiled sarcastically “Every detail”

“Ooooh - even the bit where I called him…..”

“Big Daddy?” he interrupted “Yeah I heard that”  

“Whoops” she said “I didn’t think we were that loud”

“You were”

“Guess I’m not getting any condoms then?” she asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes at him

“Why are you doing this Pop? You didn’t even want to go on the date, and now you’re here, at 2am, asking for more condoms” the concern was evident in his voice, he’d never known her  to do anything like this, as far as he knew, her  sex life was as vanilla as anything, and this sort of thing was out of character for her

Poppy sat down next to him “Harry” she made him look at her “Before tonight, it had been almost a year since I’d had a proper orgasm, I’ve had” she counted on her fingers all the times Niall had made her cum that night “10 tonight . The dude knows what he’s doing”

“I heard” he pulled his lips into a sharp line and stood up, walking towards the bathroom. She stood and followed curiously, standing in the doorway as he searched through his bag of toiletries.

“How many?” he asked

“I don’t know, maybe like three?”

“You think he’s got that much left in him?” he giggled to himself

“I hope so” she lent her head on the doorframe

“10 bucks he’s asleep when you get back” he handed her  three condoms and turned the light off in the bathroom “Not sure they’ll fit big daddy though, you might be disappointed”

“Oh please, we both know you’re bigger”

A smirk spread across his face “You said it, not me”

She shook her head and made her way toward the door “Night Styles, we’ll keep it down, I promise”  

***

Poppy was woken by the alarm at 8 am the next morning, wrapped in Niall’s arms and covered in a film of her own sweat.

“Morning Darlin’” Niall smiled at her when he saw her eyes flutter open “sleep well?”

“Could use another hour” she yawned

“Me too, but breakfast calls”

She sighed and pulled the blankets back, revealing her naked body, covered in marks and bruises from the night before.

“I’m going  back to Harry’s room to shower first” She lent over and kissed his cheek “Need to freshen up”

“There’s a perfectly good shower here, why don’t we hop in there together, save some time?”

She checked the time on her phone, which was almost out of battery, and looked back at Niall

“We’ve got plenty of time before you boys need to be anywhere, and all my stuff is next door”

“Fine” he huffed and watched her get out of bed “you can use the robe that’s hangin’ on the door if you don’t want to get dressed”

“Thanks Ni” she kissed his forehead, wrapped herself in the soft bathrobe and left the room, gently closing the door behind her. The hallway was quiet and she guessed that the other boys were all still asleep, so she quietly tapped on Harry’s door, hoping he would be awake.

“How did Big Daddy go last night?” He smirked when he answered the door.

She stayed silent, walked over to her handbag, which was sitting in the corner, took out her purse and handed Harry a 10 dollar note.

He let out a loud, full body, cackle and reached his arms out to hug her “Awww poor Poopy, only had 10 orgasms last night”

“Fuck off Styles” she huffed and pushed him away “Go buy yourself an ice cream with your winnings”

“Don’t eat ice cream anymore” he said sitting down on the bed

“Bullshit” she said as she rummaged through her bag for clothes that would cover most of her bruises but still be cool enough for the hot weather “I’m having a shower”

“Yeah, good idea” he said, watching as she  walked into the bathroom “wash all the Niall off you”

 Saturday, April 4th 2015, 5am, Dubai

 Harry stirred in his bed as he was awoken by the sound of his phone ringing. He was sure he’d left it on silent before he drifted off last night, but when he saw that it was Poppy’s name lighting up his screen he was glad that he hadn’t because he knew she wouldn’t call at this hour unless she really needed something.

“Hi love” he mumbled “what’s going on?”

“Harrrrrry?” Poppy’s voice echoed loudly in his ear and he could tell that she was drunk just by the sound of her voice

“It’s me love, is everything ok?” He sat up and turned his lamp on, rubbing his eyes as they adjusted to the light

“Nooo, H, I don't really know where I am”

His stomach dropped “Who are you with?”

“No one” she said sounding as if she was about to start crying

“Who were you with?”

“Ali, but she found a boy and now I’m alone and I don’t know where I am”

“Ok” he blinked a few times, trying to think how he could help her from so far away “What’s around you love? What can you see?”

“Ummm, there’s some cars parked and a few bikes, I think I might be near your house”

“Can you see any street signs?”

“Yeppp, there’s one up there” Harry heard her start walking

“What does it say?”

“Duck Lane” she giggled  

He let out a little chuckle “You’re nowhere near my place love, did you go to that cocktail bar?”

“Yeah” she sobbed “I don’t know how to get back there”

“Are there any black cabs around?”

“I can’t afford a cab Harry” she whispered “I need to find the tube”

“Put it on my card, don’t get on the tube by yourself at this time of night love, you still have my spare card don’t you?” He’d given Poppy a card that was attached his account before he’d left for tour, so that if she was ever stuck she could get herself out of whatever mess she was in.

“For emergencies only” she said

“This is an emergency Pop, how else will you get home?”

“I’ll walk” she said, stamping her foot on the ground like a toddler having a tantrum

“It will take you hours, just get in a cab” he said sternly,

“Fine” she huffed “Bye H”

“Thank you, call me back when you get home please”

Poppy hung up her phone and Harry was left sitting in silence in his hotel room, too worried about her  to go back to sleep, so he got up and put the kettle on, thinking that if he couldn't go back to sleep, he might as well have a cup of tea.

Ten minutes passed and he was growing more worried with each passing second, but as he finished the hot drink in his hand, his phone rang again, Poppy’s name lighting up the screen.

“Home then?” He asked, bringing the phone to his ear

“I am home” she said bluntly

“Good” he sighed “Everything else ok?”

She huffed “Nobody's ever going to love me Harry”

His heart broke at the sound of her voice “That’s not true Poppy, anyone would be lucky to have you”

“No you don’t understand, no one is ever going to settle down with me, once they find out they’re going to leave me”

Harry furrowed his brow, “Find out what love? Have I missed something here?”

“No, I’ve never told anyone before, I don’t want you to hate me” she was properly sobbing now and Harry was having trouble deciphering what she was saying

“I could never hate you Poppy, you’re my best friend”

“I love you Harry”

“I love you too lady love” he said “are you going to tell me what’s bothering you?”

“No” she sobbed “I’m too scared to say it, that makes it real, I don’t want it to be real”

He hated hearing her in so much pain without being able to do anything about it.

“Well for now, Poppy, it doesn’t have to be real, but when you’re ready to say it, I’m all ears” his voice was soft, and soothing, and just hearing him was enough to calm her down a little.

“I need sleep” she moaned

“You certainly do love, get yourself a glass of water and go to bed, I’ll call you later today, before the show, and I’ll be home Monday, we’ll hang out”

“Good night Harry” Poppy  yawned into the mouthpiece

“Good night lady love”

***

Monday, April 6th, 2015, London. 7pm

 Harry had arrived home from the first leg of One Direction’s stadium tour, he was exhausted, but he’d spent the entire day making sure Poppy was ok. After she’d called him the other morning he’d not been able to stop thinking about what she’d been saying, that conversation had left him feeling like she was  keeping something from him and while he respected that it was her right to have her space, this was obviously something that was getting to her and he hated seeing it bother her the way it did the other night.

“Poppy?” he said as he rinsed their dinner plates off and put them in the dishwasher

“Hmm?” she took a sip of her water

“Do you remember the conversation we had the other night, after you made it home?”

Her cheeks flushed a shade of red, knowing exactly what he was referring to and regretting ever having brought it up.

“Vaguely” she said, hoping that he would drop the conversation after that

“What were you talking about?”

She looked up from her glass, “I’ve never said it out loud before H”

He walked around the bench and sat down on the stool next to her.

“Do you want to say it out loud?” he asked, voice soft and full of concern

She shook her head, unable to look him in the eye “But I want you to know”

“Do you want to write it down?” he said, looking around the bench for a piece of paper

“No” she said, tears forming in her eyes “It’s stupid, it doesn’t even really affect me at this point in my life, but it’s all I’ve been thinking about for a few months now” she took a deep breath, turning her head to look at him “I’m going to tell you, but only because I need someone to know and you’re the person I trust most in the world, but this is part of me that is for your eyes only H, you can’t tell anyone and you can’t think of me any differently because of it”

He put his hands over hers “You can let your guard down Poppy, I won't think of you any differently”

“I can’t have babies H” the tears spilled out of her eyes

“Fuck” he sighed “Poppy I’m sorry, I know how much you want that”

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted” she sobbed and his heart broke for her.

He stood and wrapped his arms around her, “How long have you known?”

She buried her head in his chest “I was 14, I got really sick when I was on my period once and ended up in hospital and they found that my uterus is a funny shape, and there’s pretty much two of them, so I can’t carry a baby to term”

Harry remained silent for a minute rubbing her back gently as she cried into his chest “There are other ways love”

Poppy pulled away from his hug and wiped her eyes “I know, this is stupid” she giggled “I’m 21, I don’t want kids yet, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it lately, what if no one ever loves me enough to stay once they find out?”

“If someone walks out on you once they know you can't have kids, then they’re not the man you want to father your children anyway, someone will love you no matter what, I promise you Poppy, you’re too lovely to to be lonely” He grabbed a tissue from the box that sat on her bench and handed it to her so that she could wipe her eyes.

“Thanks H, I’m sorry for being so dramatic”

“Poppy Thomas? dramatic?” he chuckled “Never”

 June 13, 2015 , London

 “Lady” Poppy called in a high pitched voice while she searched for her phone under the couch cushions.

The Golden puppy came bounding over with Poppy’s left shoe in her mouth.

“Uh, no” Poppy grabbed the shoe “You can’t just take my shoes, even if you are that cute”

Lady didn’t put up a fight when she took the shoe off her, she simply let go and licked Poppy’s hand, because that was way more tasty than her sweaty old flip flops.

“Alright, should we call Harry, tell him the good news?!” She picked lady up and took her over to the kitchen counter so that she could skype Harry. The dial tone rang a few times and then the screen turned from blue to a pixelated black before Harry’s face appeared.

“What’s up Lady love?” he said, sounding a little distracted.

“I have some news” Poppy said back, making sure that Lady wasn’t in shot yet.

“Go on then” impatience was evident in his voice now  

Poppy lifted lady up, like a scene out of the lion king “Meet Lady”

His jaw dropped. “You got a Puppy?!”

“I was lonely without you coming over every other day, and little miss here was going to be put to sleep”

“You know I’ll be home in a few weeks right?” he questioned. Poppy thought he would have been way more excited about this than he appears to be right now, but she knew he was busy with the tour and the recording of the fifth and final One Direction album  

“Yeah,” she nodded and covered the dogs ears “but they were going to kill her H, plus I figured that a dog will love me unconditionally and no man is ever going to” she said

He rolled his eyes, “I love you Pop, does that not count?”

“No” she shook her head “because you keep leaving me and you don’t love me romantically”

“Well she is adorable” he admitted,keen to change the subject a smile slowly spreading across his face “Can’t believe you’ve replaced me though”

“I could never replace you, but she has taken your spot on the couch”

“See. Replaced” he giggled, changing his mood slightly and there was a crash in the background which made him turn his head away from the camera. “Christ, careful Nailler, you almost knocked the whole stage down”

“Sorry” Poppy heard Niall’s muffled irish accent call as Harry’s face turned back towards the camera “You had sex with that” he said sarcastically

“You set it up” Poppy’s cheeks turned bright red just thinking about the last time she’d seen Niall.

“I will not take responsibility” Harry shook his head.

“You should” she put the puppy down on the ground because she started squirming in her arms

“Nope” he shook his head “anyway, where did you get her?”

“The shelter near work keeps bringing in pamphlets and I saw her and she reminded me so much of my old dog Rosie and I just couldn’t help myself”

“And she’s basically got the same name as you” Harry smiled

“So we’re meant to be”

October 15th, 2015 - London Metropolitan University.

 Three years of stress and anxiety over assignments and grades had finally come to an end, but now Poppy’s whole life was up in the air. The lease on her apartment ended in February and if she didn’t find a job in London before then she’d have to pack up her life once again and move it back home, except that sydney didn’t feel like home anymore and going back there was the last thing Poppy wanted to do. Adorned in her gown and cap she sat down in her allocated seat, next to Alison who had been her rock since the day they both set foot on campus and Ali just had to make friends with the ‘exoctic’ Australian girl with the thick accent.

“Can you believe we’re here?” Ali said, pulling Poppy out of her thoughts.

“No” Poppy shook her head in disbelief “and I can’t believe he’s not here” she stood from her chair and looked around the room, not able to spot Harry’s face anywhere. He was all she had, her family wasn’t able to make it over because her younger sister, Adi, was in the middle of her final High School exams and they couldn’t leave. But Harry promised he would be there, to cheer for her and she knew that he was on tour at the moment,  and his life was ten times crazier than her own, but today she needed him.  

“He’ll show” Ali nodded “and if he doesn’t, I’ll thump him”

“Yeah” Poppy laughed nervously “That will go well, I’m sure”

“I have muscles” she huffed

“If he doesn’t get here soon he’ll cause a scene” Poppy sighed, her face turning red just thinking about it.

“He’s Harry Styles honey, he’s going to cause a scene no matter what” Ali glanced over towards the door where people were slowly filing into the room for the ceremony. “Now turn around.”

Poppy did as she was asked and subtly glanced over in the same direction and to her surprise, there was Harry, in a black hoodie and his signature skinny jeans, hair tied up in a bun and next to him was someone who Poppy knew to be Nick Grimshaw. She knew they were friends, and she’d met nick a few times at parties that Harry had dragged her to, but she certainly wasn't expecting him to show up at her graduation, if anything, she thought Harry might have brought Anne or Gemma along with him, but she figured they had their own things going on today. A smile stretched wide across Poppy’s face as she watched them take their seats and all the nerves disappeared.

“Who’s that with him?” Ali said

“Nick grimshaw, they’re friends, have been since before I met him”

Ali nodded “Didn’t see that coming, but cool”

Before Poppy had a chance to say anything else on the matter, orchestral music began to play through the loudspeakers and the room fell into silence. The butterflies in the pit of Poppy’s stomach appeared again as she watched the Vice Chancellor of the University walk across the stage towards the podium to start his address.

“Welcome” he said with a deeper voice than Poppy expected “to our graduation ceremony for the class of 2015, a class that has worked tirelessly for the last three years,and now sits before you, ready to be the force of change in their chosen industry”

Ali tapped Poppy on the shoulder “The only things any of us  idiots are capable of changing is that light globe over there” she pointed towards a light in the corner of the room that was no longer shining.

“Don’t even think I could do that” Poppy giggled

“I don’t want to bore you this early in the ceremony” the chancellor continued “so I leave you with these words from Ms J.K Rowling ‘We do not need magic to transform our world, we carry everything we need inside ourselves already, we have the power to imagine better.’”

The vice Chancellor left the podium and the room erupted in applause as they watched the next speaker take his place. Poppy turned around in her seat and spotted Harry again, who was looking right at her, she offered a small wave which he quickly returned with a dimpled smile and a thumbs up.

Name after name was called and Poppy and Ali watched as their classmates received their diplomas and a round of applause from their guests. There were at least eighty students in front of her and maybe double that behind but before she knew it Poppy was being ushered out of her seat ready for her name to be called.

“Don’t trip Poppy” she said to herself as the dean of her school read out her name.

“Poppy Thomas - Bachelor of Business and Bachelor of Events management- Music and entertainment”

Concentrating on each step she took Poppy made her way across the stage, to shake the Vice chancellors hand and take her degree with her. Harry and Nick had stood up as her name was called and clapped the entire time she was on the stage. It didn’t take long before the room was busy muttering Harry’s name and snapping photos of him but they quickly turned to silence again when Poppy was off stage and Ali’s name was called.

The ceremony dragged on for another hour or so and by the time it ended Poppy felt a great sense of relief to be leaving the hall, not because it was the last time she’d ever be there, but because she’d been there for so long.

“Congratulations Miss Graduate” Harry said to her as she made her way towards him and Nick

“I’m done Harry!” she wrapped her arms around him an buried her head in his chest. “Thanks for coming, I know you’re busy right now”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, I’m proud of you” he kissed her on the forehead and drew away from the hug.

“Thanks H”  she smiled “Hey nick”

“Congrats Pop” he said “Bachelor of events management, you could come and work at radio 1, we have events to manage”

“Is that an offer?” she laughed so that he would think she was joking even if she wasn’t “Because I’ll take it”

“I can talk to Big Boss Ben, see what I can do”

Poppy’s jaw dropped in surprise, but before she could say anything, Ali came running up behind her

“The girls and I are going to the pub Pop, you coming?”

“Only if these two do” Poppy looked at Harry and Nick

Harry checked the time on his phone and nodded “I’ll come for an hour or two, but I’ve got a flight to catch at 8”

December 13th, 2015, X-Factor Studios.

 Two more songs. One more time on stage. This was it for One Direction for the next few years at least, and for Harry,  it was the End of the Beginning.

“I like this new look you’ve got going on H” Poppy said walking into his dressing room and seeing him in a new red floral suit

“Good” he smiled, buttoning the top button of his plain black shirt “You’re going to be seeing a lot more of it”

“Can you believe that this is it?”

“No, but this feels like the right place to end it doesn’t it?”

“Yeah” Poppy nodded “I Open at the Close and all that”

“Exactly” Harry said

“This feels weird” she admitted “You’re going to wake up tomorrow morning and not be Harry Styles from Direction”

“And I’m going to stay at yours so I don’t have to wake up alone as well”

“You can stay at mine whenever you like, you know that”

“Well you better get used to that too, because I’ve got nowhere to be until February”

“Good” she smiled “Well I better go find my seat, I’ll see you after”

“Bye Lady Love” he waved as Poppy walked out of the room.

Emotions were high through the whole arena and sitting in the front row, almost adjacent to the judges, Poppy felt herself welling up before they were even onstage. The lights dimmed signalling the end of the ad break on the live broadcast and Olly Murs, who was hosting the show took to the stage, x factor card in one hand and microphone in the other.

“They have toured around the world and we are very proud to have them here tonight” Olly said and the room filled with deafening screams “Please welcome home, One Direction”

A video rolled on the screen above the stage that detailed the last five years of the boys lives and the tears that had been threatening to fall all night did when an image of Harry from only a few days after they met flashed on the screen. The boys appeared from under the stage and Harry locked eyes with Poppy almost immediately but quickly turned away to compose himself before he had to start singing. As the video came to an end the opening notes of ‘Infinity’ echoed through the room and Niall sang the first few lines. As the song made its way to the chorus the boys moved away from their mics and started dancing around stage, Harry and Niall heading straight for where Poppy was standing, causing everyone around her to scream. She smiled at Harry and avoided eye contact with Niall. It wasn’t that she didn’t like him anymore, she actually really enjoyed the casual arrangement that they had now, but tonight wasn’t the night for it.

This was one of Poppy’s favourite sings off the new album so she found herself lost in the lyrics and before she knew it the song was over and Olly Murs was back on stage, talking to the boys and allowing simon to say a few words. Another video filled with messages of love for the boys was played on the screen and Poppy blushed when she remembered that she was a part of it.

“My boys” the version of Poppy projected through the screen said “I’m so very proud of all of you and you certainly deserve a break just don’t stay away too long, my sister might have a breakdown”

Harry turned around and made eye contact with poppy once again, a big smile spread across his face and he blew her a kiss.

“Alright” Olly said as the video came to an end “For the last time, this is one direction, with their latest single, History”

“You gotta help me” Harry sang, looking straight at Poppy “I’m losing my mind”

Poppy sang the lyrics back at him and she lost herself in the moment, forgetting that they were in a room filled with thousands of people and not in her living room with just the two of them. The song ended and the boys pulled each other into a group hug and Simon and Olly said a few more words and just like that, One Direction was on Hiatus. The TV broadcast went to another ad break and Harry ran over to Poppy, offering her a hand and pulling her up on stage.

“You did it Hairy!” she said hugging him tight.

“Couldn’t have without you Poop”

The rest of the boys ran over and wrapped both Poppy and Harry in a group hug that swayed from side to side for a moment and then broke, leaving Harry’s arm around her shoulder.

“Can I take you home now?” Poppy asked

“No, we’re going out now Lady love”

[freddie-roger-brian-john]

Surprises - part six (BxRxR)

A/N - last part guys, show it some love

Warnings - giving birth, swearing

Word count - 1608

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Despite being exhausted only a moment ago, you had never felt more awake in your entire life. You knew, without having to look at either of them, that Ben and Roger’s eyes were just as wide as yours.

“What did you say?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Dr Malcolm looked up, noticing the expressions on your faces for the first. His face grew worried and he feared he had said something to offend the three of you.

“I said, one down, two to go,” he repeated and your heart sunk. You hadn’t misheard him after all.

“No, no,” said Ben, trying to remain calm, “one to go.” Dr Malcolm’s worried face was replaced by a puzzled, almost amused one.

“I know it’s very late,” he said, glancing for a moment at the clock that read 2am, “the three of you must be exhausted.” He was speaking very slowly, as if too many syllables at once would cause the three of you to become even more confused. “Only one of the triplets have been delivered.”

“Triplets?” Roger asked, his voice wavering. Dr Malcolm seemed to be under the impression that the three of them were so tired that they had miscounted.

“As in... three babies?” You asked, you voice also shaking. Dr Malcolm’s brows furrowed.

“You do know you’re having triplets, right?” He said, slowly. His eyes widened to the size of yours when the three of you shook your heads. “Oh my god.”

“Three babies,” Ben muttered as he ran both his hands through his hair in stress.

“Did Dr Simmons not tell you?” He asked.

“No, she said we were having twins,” Roger explained. Not knowing what else to do, Dr Malcolm stood up and found a phone. He put it on speaker as he phoned Dr Simmons’ number.

“Hello?” Came her voice.

“Hi, this is Jeffrey Malcolm,” he said quickly.

“Oh, hello,” she said, sounding very cheery. Her voice seemed very out of place in this situation. “How are the Taylor’s doing? Y/N was due this week, wasn’t she?”

“Yes, Yes,” He said hurriedly, not really listening to what she was saying. “I’m just calling to make sure you told them they were having triplets.”

“No, I moved before I had the chance to tell them,” she said. “Did you not see the note I left for you in their report that told you to tell them?”

“No, I didn’t,” Dr Malcolm replied, his face growing whiter with every passing moment.

“But you did tell them, didn’t you?” She asked. When she was met with nothing but a slightly stunned silence, she gasped loudly. “Oh dear,” she exclaimed. “Just a word of advice, break it to them very carefully. That Y/N can be rather fragile, you should’ve seen her when I told them it was twins-”

“Ok, thank you, got to go, bye,” Dr Malcolm said very quickly, hanging up and setting the phone down. He turned to the three of you. Roger was gripping your hand with white knuckles and Ben had stood up and began pacing back and forth. “On behalf of the hospital, I can’t apologise enough for this mishap-”

“Mishap?!” Ben’s voice had come out a lot higher than anyone had expected it to. He had stopped dead in his pacing and was staring incredulously at Dr Malcolm. “No, missing your bus is a mishap, accidentally buying the wrong type of bread is a mishap, this,” he gestured wildly around the room, “is not a fucking mishap! This is a- a-”

But he became lost for words. How could he possibly describe what all this was to him. You and Roger were both staring shocked at Ben. Out of the three of you, he had been the last person you’d expect to explode like that. Your worst fear had become realised.

Ben was freaking out.

“Honey, honey,” you said, holding your hand out to him in order to get his attention. His face was bright red and his eyes were threatening to fill with tears. He took your hand. “It’s gonna be ok.” Your voice was shaking uncontrollably. You let out a laugh that was completely devoid of any humour. “I mean, three babies isn’t that different from two-” Your voice caught in your throat. Even you didn’t believe what you were saying.

“Look, love,” said Roger, leaning across you to take Ben’s other hand. “Look at me, Ben. We can do this.” But Ben just shook his head. He was about to respond, to tell roger that there was no way in hell he could cope with three babies, when you took a particularly sharp intake of breath.

The second baby was coming.

Roger’s hand left Ben’s as he gripped yours ago. Like before, you squeezed his hand so hard he feared it may break.

“Ben,” you managed to choke out, gaining his attention, “a few minutes. Just wait a few minutes and then you can freak out. Please Ben, I need you right now.” Dr Malcolm allowed the shock of the situation to fall away and got right back to work as if nothing had happened. Ben didn’t return to your side until you let out a particularly painful sounding cry. Seeing you in such discomfort reminded him that his feelings needed to sidelined. He had all the time in the world to panic, you needed him right now.

And so, the Ben that had calmed you down a countless amount of times returned.

The second baby was another boy. Smaller than the first had been but with brighter eyes. Your heart melted as you saw Ben cut the umbilical cord with trembling hands and teary eyes. He took a moment to compose himself before returning to you side with Roger.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he told you, a lump in his throat. “I’m so proud of you.” You cracked. Your face screwed up in an effort to stop from crying but it did little to prevent the tears from streaming down your face.

“Just one more,” said Roger, “just one more time and then it’s over.” He wiped away the hair that was stuck to your skin with sweat. Nodding, you smiled weakly at both of them and allowed them to both press a quick kiss to your forehead.

You had less time this time. The third baby seemed a little less patient than the previous two had been. Once again, you were reminded to breathe, and once again, you were told to push. It was harder and felt like it was lasting an eternity. When Dr Malcolm spoke, you realised why.

“The baby’s upside down,” he told you as you screwed your face up to keep from screaming.

“Fuckin’ course they are,” you muttered, knowing that it was just your luck.

“Are they gonna be ok?” Roger asked, worry flooding his voice.

“Yes,” Dr Malcolm said, “but it means you’re going to have to work even harder, Y/N.”

“I can’t,” you said, breathlessly. “I can’t push any harder, I can’t do this.” In any other situation, you would’ve been embarrassed by how pathetic your voice sounded, but given what was happening, you didn’t care.

“You can, baby,” Roger assured you. You just shook your head, feeling far too much pain to respond.

“Y/N, you’re going to have to push even harder for me,” Dr Malcolm informed you.

“I’m trying, I’m sorry,” you cried. “Sorry.”

“No, no, it’s ok,” Ben told you. “Come on, one more big push, ok?” You nodded weakly. “Ok, one, two, three.”

And for the third time that day, you felt the pain subside and heard the faint crying of your baby.

“You did it, love,” Roger said into your ear as he leaned close to you. “You fucking did it.”

“It’s a girl,” came Ben’s quiet voice as he looked at you baby being held taken to be cleaned up. He glanced at Roger and there was a moment of stillness before they both scrambled up so that they could be the one to cut the umbilical cord.

“Together?” Ben suggested after a moment of wrestling Roger to get the scissors from him. Roger nodded, panting a little.

“Together,” he agreed.

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It wasn’t long before Freddie, Brian, and John entered your room to meet the babies. You were still exhausted but you couldn’t help but smile every time the baby boy in your arms opened his eyes to stare up at the world.

“Hey guys,” said Roger, standing up from his chair while holding the baby girl. They all gave him a very gentle hug, careful not to squash your daughter between them. The band’s eyes had lit up at the sight of her.

“She’s so precious,” Freddie said, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked up from the girl to look at you and he grinned as he saw you were holding a boy. “Oh, one of each, how perfect.”

“Actually,” said Ben with a deliberate cough. The three men looked at him for the first time and their jaws fell to the ground. Ben was sitting by your bed and he had lifted his arms up ever so slightly so that they could see the baby boy that he held. Brian quickly did a head count and realisation seemed to dawn on them.

“Three?” Brian asked no one in particular. They were all looking wildly between you, Ben, and Roger.

“There was a small surprise.” Ben paused for a moment and tried to fight a smile. He looked at Roger and then at you, nothing but complete adoration in his eyes. “...a mishap.”

The end.

[ceejay1163]

The Teal* Bronco (*Turquoise)

First off I want to tag the amazing @aquadolan whose hilariously accurate reaction videos make me laugh cry every time I see them and makes me feel like we are experiencing the video together and having a laugh like a couple of mates despite being in opposite sides of the world.

Now for my reactions to 'Tricking my brother into thinking his car was flipped'

The ring mmhmmm just yes

The clapping tho? Not about it

Ethan has a shorter attention span then me and that's impressive

I did not pick the boys to like roller skating although they ice skate so it makes sense

Little bitch haha

I like the jumper. It looks fuzzy and cozy

How long did this take to plan? Honestly it seems like it would be taken forever

Roasting the matchingness to the car

He seems to actually be jealous that Gray's favourite car isn't the one he bought. That's adorable. Fuck I'm not even 2 mins into the video

And now the car is broken

Wait did I fuck up? Am I recording?

The gum Ethan. Eww for fuck sake mate don't be a pig.

'I have really bad attentional problems' yeah.. your English might need some work too

When's the last time I ate? -literally something I say most days

Roast him for dropping out of school and not remembering common phrases and sayings

Why do all Ethans pranks involve Graysons cars?

Also not wanting to say what time you wake up. Same

Laughing at yourself

I'm cool, I'm cool actually no I'm not

Groggy or drunk?

Slap. Pain kink anyone?

That damn projector

Air quotes

Did anyone understand the car mumbo jumbo? Like at all? Did anyone care?

Good job keeping a straight face Ethan. He won't suspect a thing.

Fun-ny

Why do boys turn everything into challenges? My nephews do it all the time

Full actor mode

Too many words in Google mate. Google doesn't care why you need a Photoshop artist

More air quotes. Except out of sync.

It's just a prank bro.

Bitter he can't go skating. Poor bubba

Morning voice half an octave lower. Yes please

Groaning. Thank you

I always end up falling asleep at least twice after waking up the first time before getting up. V relatable

Him jumping into bed to pretend to be asleep reminds me of being a kid and bolting through the house in the middle of the night after getting up to get a drink or something, trying to avoid monsters or waking up the parents

Jumpers with shorts?

He's got slippers. Awww

Realising a flaw in his plan when the car doesn't work.

Too many cars in the driveway

CRINGEY PHOTOS. WOO.

Fucking drama queen

That stupid photoshopped photo

Real us. Not actor mode us haha

Mr Dolan 😏

Doesn't analyze it too much. Good idea

He has such bloke-ish child like writing

The calf tattoo 🥺

Socks and slides Grayson? That's almost as bad as socks and sandals. Fucking hell

Love a man in light grey sweats

Run Ethan go back to bed. You're so grounded (idk)

He pulled Ethans hip so hard. Jesus

What is that bike thingy in the background?

WHO DOESN'T LOCK THEIR FUCKING CAR??? YOU FUCKING IMBECILE

Now Gray let's put on our big boy thinking caps. It's not Ethans fault. Entirely. You also didn't lock the fucking car

Booty 👀

Not knowing if you have insurance. Mate you should look into that. (Also a very me thing to not know)

Gray is loosing it. Like actually looks like he's gonna do the frustrated crying thing

"That's not chill you need to fix that." Pretty sure sleeping is pretty chill. Also how does one fix being a heavy sleeper (other then by having kids)

"You need to be able to wake up in the morning and get shit done" no need to call me out like that

Let me call the *mumble mumble mumble*

It's fucking turquoise- whelp fuck have to change the title

Who steals a turquoise car at 9am? He's loosing it

Awe he doesn't want people to get hurt. Cutie

Seriously why hasn't he called the police yet? When I got home from my nanas funeral to find my house broken into the first thing I did was call the cops. And then cry cos it was like 10pm and I'd just driven like 12 hrs so I was hella tired

He's V loud. And then V quiet.

You motherfucker. Ok rude but understandable

That sigh of relief and the laughter

All of the adrenaline just left Gray immediately. Also hiding under a blankie? adorable

"Where did you put it?" Immediately forgets haha

Did you ruin it and turn it pink or something? You're getting a rep E and why does Gray assume it would be painted pink?

The sound effect over Gray pulling up his pants to hide his plumbers crack 😂

You need to rub it out. I mean ok sure

"I kinked up bro" just why 😂

Slap. SPINNING. It's a theme park ride

You stole my car- Dude where's my car movie anyone?

Car upside down you say? Forshadowing

Grayson gives up on life.

Nope never mind he's dramatically throwing himself onto the bed and screaming into the blankets like a teenage girl

Also booty

FROG

Don't dance Grayson

It's all in the puff bro

Mr Dillon, not Dolan, Dillion

Grayson has left the building look

Nose boop

The eye movement. Wait you what?

Beard pulling

Give me the phone. No you are having the phone. Ok fine.

Intense eye contact for real tho

That dumbass look on his face. Grayson is shooketh to hell

Do they even understand any of this car mumbo jumbo? Does it even make any sense?

I don't know shit about insurance. Seriously dude that's not smart

MY CAR

That's not chill bro that's not chill at all. Putting them on a ban for the words chill and bro. More to be added. They use those words more then I use the word mate and that's impressive

I'm taking the phone and subtly suggesting human error (negligence) and a potential law suit

Oh you have footage? Talk to my older brother

I don't know much about cars. Dude

More stupid looks from Gray

I don't wanna see it

More screaming

More yelling Grayson

We can move your car but it's gonna cost you more money

Not falling for that pic

Just put it on the next one. Gray it's not a fucking bus. There's no schedule to have the next one come out. Use your head darlin'

More yelling in the car and swearing

How did he organise the street thing? Like actually.

Also surely it's illegal to pretend to have roadworks and fuck up traffic

VROOM. You go lil blue car

BULGE 👀 this is when I stopped paying attention the first time I watched it.

What is the camera guy (kyle?) wearing? Who said that be one were allowed to be a thing again? I'm not impressed

Grayson is v frustrated

DON'T LITTER

Neither of you should be allowed to dance. Its not good

That's the wrong question to ask about the camera guy's clothes

Fist clap

Wait where's the car? Is it safe? Poor Gray his brain is malfunctioning

Camera goes to Grayson. Ooh look bulge. Pans away. Move back ooh bulge.

If they keep upping the ante someone's gonna get hurt

I don't know what's inside of me. Never a good thing to say

Still allergic to dogs 🥺

HOLY SHIT THAT HAPPENED

I haven't heard you scream that much for that long 👀

Grayson's pretty loud. I would like to test that. Please and thank you.

Deep breathing

SOOOO HARD. (I volunteer)

I am going to prank the actual s out of Ethan. Really taking the not swearing thing seriously huh

Sure whatever you say. He doesn't believe you'll get him back Gray. Kick his ass

Bruh

Eric deserves a medal for his phone acting. Well done faceless dude named Eric

I give up. I give up on everything. If that's not a fucking mood

Double bitched sounds like it should mean something else. Just saying

Boob caress

My guard's up. No your guard can't be up. Pretty sure that's not how it works Grayson

Just don't hurt me. Grayson is so not listening to him. He's still mad

No rules

It was fake There's no rules

Ethan being hurt Gray doesn't love his present

Still mad.

Rubs sweat all over comfy jumper. Childish

HE STILL LOOKS FUCKING LIVID.

Alrighty take three of finishing this thing. Tumblr crashed yesterday after I spent like 2 hours writing this and deleted half my comments. I couldn't finish it then cos it was almost 2am and I had work today so I redid it from like the 20 minute mark of the video. Then I saved it to my drafts And published it but it deleted the last like 5 minutes of comments so I had to redo them again. Here's hoping Tumblr sorts it's shit out cos it's late and I have work again tomorrow. 🐨

[childofhalloween]

Drunken Words are Sober Thoughts (Part 1: True American)

So I ended up writing this yesterday Idk if I’m gonna keep it a 1 shot or a 3 part. You guys let me know. 

TW: Sex talk, lots of booze, & lots of fluffy huma.  

It was 2am when Harry got a call from Ben to come get Uma. He knew Uma had grudging gone to Mals bachelorette party with Mal (obviously) Evie, & a bunch of other Auradon girls. Her relationship with Mal with had been rehashed but still shaky and her relationship with other girls (especially girly girls Auradon had) was shaky at best. But he had encouraged her to go thinking a night of wine, dick jokes, & possibly an embarrassing lap dance for the bride to be would do her good.

11 came he received no SOS text. 12 still nothing. 1am he figured she must of been enjoying herself. And then 2am he got a text to please come take her home before she broke something. No reply whether he meant the furniture or herself.

Now he was having doubts about the quiet night of wine and dick jokes. As he walked closer to the large living room the girls had taken over, the louder the yells seemed to get.

Opening the door he looked around seeing all the obviously very drunk girls (& Chad who somehow got invited)  standing on furniture with beers in their hands as some very exasperated boys seemed to be trying to calm them.

“The floor is lava!” they all seemed to yell on cue as he walked in.

“Uh Huh…..so what seems to be going on here?” Harry asked confused.

“I am the true American!” Uma yelled standing on the table in the middle of the room a bottle of rum in her hand an impressive pile of empty cans scattered around.

“1,2,3 JFK!” Mal yelled back.

“FDR!” the rest of the girls shouted taking drinks.

Harry had to laugh at the sight of the drunk rowdy girls & overturned furniture. They gave some of the pirates he knew a run for their money.

“Ok girls I know that's fun to do and all but I think it's time to end the game.” Ben said trying to coax Mal off the back of the couch.

“Yeah it's late you guys. Your gonna be waking people up.” Carlos said pulling Jane off an end table.

“No we're having fun.” Audrey whined with a pout.

“Yeah it's not that late!” Lonnie said from up on top of the bookshelf.

“Its 2 in the morning it's late. Now get down your not a cat!” Jay said trying to grab her foot.

“You guys I don't feel so good…..” Evie complained from the love seat as Doug quickly grabbed her and headed to the bathroom.

“Ok looks like it's time to end the party ladies.” Ben said finally getting Mal down. “We will clean up tomorrow.”

“Fine.” she pouted as he lead her out.

All the other girls grumbled but followed behind them.

“You gonna be ok with her? She's smacked anyone whose came close.” Jay said looking back over his shoulder at Uma who was drinking again from her bottle of rum.

“Yeah I got her. I've seen worse.” he said patting Jay on the back as he walked over to the table. “So girls night wasn't so bad was it?”

“I am the true American!” Uma said a little too loudly causing Harry to laugh.

He knew they had both been drinking regularly since 5th grade. Girl could drink like a fish but she knew her limits. But it seemed today not only had she reached her limit she fucking obliterated it.

“Ok ya lush put the rum down it's time to head home.” he said trying to reach the bottle as she pulled it away.

“No! Only I can drink from the king's cup!” she said holding up the bottle like a trophy as he sighed no idea what she was talking about. Grabbing the bottle he put it behind the now beer smelling couch to “hide it”.

“Ok how about we put it right here ok and come back in the morning before anyone can nick it?” He suggested she thought about it for a moment & nodded.

“Ok but you promise no one will get it? It’s mine.” she asked.

“I promise and I ain't ever broke a promise to ya.” he said helping her off the table.

“I missed you Harry.” she said hugging him he just smiled and hugged back. Sure it had only been hours but he always missed her when she wasn't around.

“Missed ya too darling. Now come on time to get to ya room.” he said leading her down to the room she was staying in.

“Ok now time to get ready for bed. Where's your pajamas?” he asked digging through her bag she had thrown in the corner.

“Hey who says I wear pajamas?” Uma said with a smirk Harry rolled his eyes.

“Uma I've known ya since you were 5 I know ya don't sleep naked. And I know ya brought the one with the sea ponies on them because I had to look everywhere for the bloody thing when ya packed. Took 45 minutes to find them with all the clothes ya have.” he said matter of factly handing the long night shirt with the horse pattern to her.

“Your no fun.” she pouted as she started to take off her clothes.

Like the true gentleman Harry was he turned and walked in the bathroom getting a large cup of water and pulling a small vial of ruby liquid from his pocket. Walking back out he found her just finishing getting dressed.

“Drink this. Hook's anti hangover cure. Don't want ya hung over for that bride takes a shower or whatever it's called.” he said handing her the bottle.

“Bridal shower. Thank you Harry.” she said taking drink making a face. She had taken this many times but the taste never got better but everyone on the Isle knew it worked. “God that's gross.”

“I know but ya will thank me in the morning.” he said handing her the water which she gratefully chugged. “You will be fine tomorrow. Now it's time for bed ya little drunky.”

“Noooooo! I don't wanna go to bed.” Uma pouted crossing here arms.

'Must of learned that one from pink princess.’ he thought to himself with a smirk. “Uma everyone else is asleep. There is nothing to do but go to bed. Party's over.”

“I can think of one thing.” she smirked walking closer to him as she leaned up running a hand through his hair causing him to shiver.

“ Uma I'm serious it's time for bed.” he said pushing her back as she glared at him.

“What's wrong with you?” she snapped angrily at him.

“Your drunk and I ain't gonna take advantage of ya love.” he said keeping his distance making her glare at him.

“Why don't you ever try to have sex with me? You sleep around with everyone else guys, girls, the prostitutes that hang out at the docks. But not me. Why not?” she asked crossing her arms.

He ran a hand through his dark hair trying to figure out how to explain this to her or of she would even remember at this point.

“First off I never slept with a hooker. I got one for your cousin's birthday which he still owes me for.” he corrected her. “And I don't think now is the time to be having these kind of conversations. So please lay down Uma.” he said moving her to bed which she plopped down on.

“These beds are too soft. No wonder these Auradon brats are such wusses.” Uma said suddenly changing the topic any trace of an impending argument forgotten.

“Your probably right love.” he said moving to the door.

“I hate them. I can't sleep.” she mumbled burying herself in the blankets. “Lay with me.”

“”What?” he asked turning not hearing her.

“I said lay with me!” she ordered using her captain voice he sighed exhaustedly know refusing her was just going to cause her to start screaming at him & probably wake up half the castle.

“Fine but that's it. Nothing else. Promise?” he asked looking at her as she smiled up at him from the blankets.

He couldn't help but smile she looked so much like a little kid under the huge blanket in pony pajamas & that big smile.

“I promise!” she said wiggling over to make room for him.

He slipped under the covers as she wasted no time snuggling up next to him. He wrapped his arms around her rubbing her back lightly.

‘“So ya glad ya went?” he asked she nodded looking up at him.

“I am the true American!” she said happily as he smiled back to her.

“So I heard.” he said still not knowing what she was talking about but just happy she was so happy.

“It means I won the game. Finally beat Mal at something. Sure it was drinking but I still won.” she explained as if reading his thoughts

Well that explained why she was so happy & so damn possessive of that bottle. It was her trophy to show she could finally do something better than Mal. Even if they were friends he knew years of coming in last in everything to Mal still bothered her.

“Congratulations darling. Best thing you could do better.” he said looking down as she nuzzled her head up against his chest.

There was silence for a while Harry was starting to wonder if Uma had finally passed out. But instead she looked up at him.

“Are you mad at me? I didn't mean to get drunk.” she asked he just raised an eyebrow at her.

“Of course not darling. I told ya to go. You went out & had fun. No ones mad about anything. Don't worry.” he said nuzzling the top of her head. “Besides I could never be mad at ya ever. Ya know that right? I may not always agree with ya but if follow ya to the ends of the earth no matter what.”

A silence again filled the room but this time he could tell from the deep breathing she was fast asleep on his chest. He knew there was no way to get out now without waking her. Not to mention he didn't want to leave anyways.

“Good night darling.” he said giving her a kiss on the top of her head.

Uma woke up the next day the afternoon sun pouring in through the windows. Why did Auradon have to always be so damn bright? And how the fuck did she find her way back last night?

She sat up with a sigh trying to remember the night but it half of it coming out as a blacked out blur. What the hell did they do?

She reached over to grab her phone as her hand hit something hard and cold. Looking over she saw half gone bottle of rum on her nightstand with a note attached in Harry's very messy handwriting.

To the true American

Well at least she won?

[thefanficnewbie]

Pride Month | Chloe Price x reader

What’s this about? A drabble about what it’s like to spend June with such an amazing girlfriend as Chloe Price!

Warnings? Nah. Well, it is 2am, and this is unedited, but oh well. Also, it’s late.

It took you a few seconds to understand the multi-colored light coming from the phone screen, your eyes squeezed from the contrast to the pleasant darkness of sleep. Steph’s good morning snaps tended to be more discrete than that. The disorientation didn’t last long, though - it’s not too hard to grasp the meaning behind a shiny “It’s Pride Month!” stamped in a rainbowish font. 

Your eyes widened as realization dawned on you and you broke into a smile. Finally! You had been in the countdown for weeks, eager for the four weeks in which you encouraged to express your sexuality as much as you wanted.

“Chloe!” You excitedly nudged the sleeping girl beside you, answering the texts with some cute bitmojis, “Hey, babe, c’mon!”

She grunted, a small grimace on her face as she edged closer and threw an arm around your body. You rolled your eyes - it was always a challenge to get her up before noon.

“I know you’re awake.” You stated.

“No, you don’t. You’re dreaming.” Her voice was hoarse, the grogginess evident. She scooped you closer with her leg.

“It’s a special day!” You insisted, waiting for her to get the hint.

“No more than my sleep, it’s not.” Ok, so maybe she wouldn’t get the hint.

Click!

You smiled as you pressed send to the cute as hell photo of Chloe Price. Steph’s reply was almost instant - a series of laughter emojis.

“Did you seriously just take a pic of me? In this state?” Your girlfriend opened one eye to glare at you.

“You mean in your everlasting hot state?” You raised an eyebrow.

She let out a soft whistle “Smooth.” 

“I try.”

A few silent seconds passed. You took in air to speak again, but Chloe was faster.

“Argh, fuck it.” The girl groaned, moving to put her weight on her elbow against the bed. “What the hell is so important?”

“It’s June 1st.” You suppressed a giggle, though a silly grin still made its way to your face. 

“And?” 

You ignored her annoyed expression and patiently waited until her still half-asleep brain processed that information. Predictably so, Chloe suddenly jumped on you, pushing your back against the mattress in one never-breaking kiss. You chuckled, tangling your fingers around her hair. She smelled like leather in the best way possible.

“Took you long enough,” You teased, admiring her now wide-awake smile. Was it normal that the fact that you’d scored such an awesome girl in your life felt completely surreal? A girl whom you loved with all your heart, who took you to late car rides and gave you old-school vinyl for your birthday - could you really be that lucky? It certainly seemed so, once you were about to enter a make-out session. 

“You could’ve said so. I’d be kissing you for longer,” She smirked, diving to touch your lips again, “Happy Pride Month, (Y/N).”

“Happy Pride Month, Chloe!”

“Wait, is that- You’re blasting pop?” Your jaw fell as you turned around from half-open window to look at her. Chloe was crouched next to the sound box and barely spared a glance at you as she spoke:

“Listen closer, dumbass.” 

You kept on looking at her, clueless, for a couple of beats. Then, the familiar melody got into your ears. Oh. Not even a second later, you were already singing along.

“Hayley Kiyoko is my only exception to the no-pop rule,” She stood up, an almost smug grin on her face. You surprisingly blushed - weren’t you supposed to be past that stage?

“Gotta worship our queen, right?” You smiled, starting to sway to the beat.

“Of course, that’s why I worship you every day.” 

You widened your eyes, struggling to even produce a reaction. Smooth. You opened your mouth to answer, but Chloe turned up the volume before you had the chance to. Oh, that cocky smirk. That was gonna be the death of you someday.

The teenager made her way to you, reaching out a hand. You gladly took it. Shortly, both of you were jumping on the bed to the beat of every song in the playlist. Needless to say, it did end in more kisses and an eventual grinding against the wall.

“Oh. My. God.” You breathed, mesmerized by the fabric spread on the floor, “This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen!”

“I know, right? Hella cheap, too.” Chloe added, clearly proud of the LGBT flag in front of the two of you, “C’mon, help me set it up!”

“Wait, what?” You frowned at her, “Where?”

“On the window, we’ll take the US one off” she explained, already heading to said window.

“David... is gonna freak when he sees it.” You said, carefully. The man already complained about the graffiti and posters, let alone a giant gay flag for the whole neighboorhood to see.

“Yeah, that’s a big reason as to why I decided to do this,” She said nonchalantly. You sighed - would it be too dramatic to facepalm? “C’mon,” Chloe insisted, “My room, my rules, right?”

“I know I’ll regret this, but yeah, I guess so.”

Music still played softly in the background as the two of you pulled the US flag down - which Chloe insisted to keep for art purposes (it actually meant graffiti on a national symbol, but oh well) - and struggled to hang the rainbow one.

“We should really get a chair,” You said, arms crossed.

“Nah, you can do it. One second, one inch to the left, and this room will be fucking amazing. And even gayer.” Chloe grinned, already crouched with her hands clasped in front of her. 

“I suck at leg-ups and I’ll end up tearing this thing in half,” You warned one last time before giving up - there was no winning over Chloe Price’s persistence. 

Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself and placed a hesitant foot over her hands, your muscles clearly shaking at the lack of balance and stability. Alright, just push it a little bit more to the left. Easy peasy.

You shifted your weight, pushed the ground, reached out your hands to the flag and- suddenly you sight was obscured by a mass of colors and, in the blink of an eye, your back hit something softer than you’d expect the ground to be.

“Ow!” Chloe let out a string of curses from underneath you, and you quickly scrambled away, the gigantic fabric still over the two of you as you lay on the floor beside her, trying to stifle a laugh. She glared at you.

“Don’t you dare sayin-” 

“I told you so!” You finally broke out into a non-stop laughter. Maybe it was the sun shining through the multitude of colors, maybe the alternative playing a few feet away, maybe the fact that her blue hair made her seem other-worldly, like a gift Earthlings would never be able to truly understand.

Maybe you were drunk from the beer you two had stolen from the fridge earlier.

Whatever it was, it did lead you to one of the most passionate kisses you’ve ever had, a mess of groans and whispers, grindings and giggles, the smell of leather, dust, deodorant, the urge to hold her like the world depended on it. It seemed love flourished under the prettiest flag ever created, fit for the best month of the year.

This is not my best work, I’m aware. Still, I felt like typing it out and did so for the last 3 hours xD feedback and reblogs are amazing and much appreciate! also, quick reminder that requests are open for both male and female characters - though I will prioritize girls during June for obvious reasons! :)

Happy Pride Month, folks!

[meggannn]

LOL YOUR ROOMMATE?? I can't stop laughing omg

god did i ever share the full story of what happened with my housemate last year? i think i bitched about her a little bit but here’s the full write-up of my six months with that housemate. unedited and probably full of errors and discrepancies sorry cause im going off entirely from memory

i’ve now moved out of this apartment, but i was there for a year with three other girls. two of them i got along with fine, and we introduced ourselves to each other before we moved in because that’s common courtesy to see if we get along right? but basically before any of us could talk or interview candidates for the last spot in the apartment, this girl, i’m making up a name and calling her emily, this random girl named emily basically came in and signed on for the spot on the lease without talking to any of us. uh, okay? so we eventually all get in a group chat and talk and introduce ourselves and plan to move in. day one:  emily moved in before me and i moved in a few hours later. i walk in and see the kitchen and she’s already covered the fridge with magnets and pictures and paper clippings featuring…. herself. like, a few of them had her friends, but most of the pictures were of her. basically. am i crazy or is that fucking weird? so from the get-go she just seemed……. if not privileged (which i also knew she was later), then definitely some sort of weird type of entitled but i couldn’t tell if it was maybe just cultural differences? (she was russian but had grown up in the states. idk)

anyway. she had this boyfriend who would come over occasionally, it was no problem since we didn’t talk and just waved hi to each other occasionally. but from the first week she and another housemate who lived on the far end of the apartment were both having trouble sleeping because someone else on the floor was blaring their tv loudly all hours of the night in the room next door. after several weeks of not being able to sleep through the night, they’d pretty much had enough and managed to track down whose apartment it was, and it turned out to be this elderly black woman’s apartment. i don’t really know if the woman understood why they were so upset because i think she might have been going slightly senile as well, so i think maybe the tv, or the volume, was something she wasn’t entirely aware she was doing? but the other housemate, i’ll call her veronica (who is more chill but was still upset) understood that this was probably not a fight they wanted to pick. veronica noticed that the elderly woman had a middle-aged male visitor, who looked like family, come visit the woman a few times a week and take care of her/take out the trash etc, so veronica decided to wait until she saw the visitor again to talk to him about lowering the volume or turning the tv off, or maybe getting his relative headphones or something. but emily, like….. kept pushing it every single night. every single night for the first month or so she’d stomp across the floor and rap on the door loud enough to wake up the entire floor (the walls were thin and it wasn’t a big building). and most of the time the woman didn’t respond, but there was one notable time someone else got fed up enough to wake up at 2am and yell at emily (deservedly so) for waking up the whole hall. all of which i heard very clearly because my room was next to the main door to out apt.

things escalated when i overheard emily talking to her friend on the phone about the situation and then she mentioned that in retaliation, she went over in the middle of the night and put vaseline on the woman’s door handle. i was kind of stunned and disgusted that a grown ass adult (she’s at least a few years older than me, i’d guess late 20′s/early 30′s?) would do something like that???? but anyway a few nights later iirc, once again in the middle of the night, i was woken up by a shouting match down the hall because apparently the male relative had come back to check in on who he said was his mother, and HE WAS PISSED, UNDERSTANDABLY SO, AT FINDING MY ROOMMATE IN THE MIDDLE OF PUTTING VASELINE ON THE FLOOR CREVICE UNDER THE DOOR. LIKE. THAT’S NOT JUST PETTY BUT REAL FUCKING DANGEROUS TO DO TO AN ELDERLY WOMAN. he basically shouted at her and she kept talking about how she can’t sleep for months because of the noise, and whatever, but she stomped back to our apartment and they had this argument loudly at the door (remember, my room was right next to the front door). i listened to it for a couple minutes wondering if she would like, acknowledge what she did was wrong? and it became clear that she was so focused on the noise she wasn’t listening to this dude, so i came out and i tried to be a voice of reason. the guy was understandably really pissed that she would do something like that and i apologized for her and said she was wrong to do that (she had stomped off back to her room meanwhile) and he seemed grateful to talk to someone who wasn’t batshit crazy in the meantime so he mentioned that he had grown up in this building all his life before moving out so it hurt to see someone treat his mother this way who had lived here for 50 years or something. and after that i was just thinking like, jesus, this is so not the kind of fight you want to have with a family like this as a white woman in a gentrified apartment complex. like at some point you need to realize this is not your fucking place and if you must settle things, do it civilly or just dip out entirely.

i think emily eventually apologized and he accepted and they found out that the tv wasn’t even coming from the woman’s room at all, but from someone on the floor above who THEY also had had problems with for months.

veronica was away on a trip i think during this climax, but before, while it was still escalating, i was talking with veronica and veronica mentioned she and emily had bitched about the noise to each other often, but veronica said she drew the line when emily basically started making her complaints race-themed ever since she found out the elderly woman was black. etc the complaints turned from “it’s too loud” to “this neighborhood is so ghetto” and “that’s what black ppl are like” and stuff like that. veronica wasn’t cool with that, so she planned on handling any other complaints herself directly so she could resolve things like a normal person, but ever since veronica mentioned that i knew emily was a pos

emily also complained about people partying/drinking on the street outside till ~11pm, which imo isn’t too unreasonable, like normal people do, and basically being too loud or whatever. on some level i get it cause she had to go to sleep early to go to work early, but also at some point i was just wondering how she functioned as a human being in the real world

ANYWAY THE STORY I TELL AT PARTIES IS THIS ONE, THE ONE IN WHICH SHE LEAVES (i will try to keep this as short as possible while still giving you all the details you need to understand just how fucking weird it was):

in early november, emily group messaged everyone asking if her boyfriend could come live with us. to her credit she said she wouldn’t do it unless everyone was ok, and she waited to hear back from all of us. i was out of town at the time but i remember being really put off by this idea and i was going to say no, when i noticed that my two other housemates had ALREADY said yes in the chat. just like that. i was stunned. what? like, no follow-up questions or “we dont even really know him” or “how is this gonna work”? were they fucking insane?

i messaged her privately saying i really wasn’t comfortable with it, for xyz reasons. among those being 1) rent, because nowhere did she offer to split the rent five ways instead of four (they were basically going to split her room between them, which, no). 2) fridge/living space, which was small enough with four people to one apartment as it is, and 3) just overall “i dont fucking know him” atmosphere. she messaged back saying she understood, and i got to asking why this was so important to her to do now, because she mentioned she wanted to do it “asap” if we’d said yes.

and this is where my “no” turned into “hell fucking no.” she told me this:

in response to my question of if she’d want to put him on the lease, she said no, she wouldn’t want her boyfriend on the lease in case “something happens so she could just tell him to leave” (raising my question: what, exactly, do you expect to happen? maybe the landlord, who lives in the building, finding out someone’s living here illegally? bc THAT WOULD DO IT FOR ME)

she was marrying him in december which is why she wanted it to happen “soon” so they wouldnt be living apart. i asked why she couldnt just wait until the lease was up to do all this, to which she said:

her boyfriend’s green card (he was russian) had expired so he was now paying month to month and that’s when i realized, oh. bitch he’s using you for a green card marriage and you’re trying to inconvenience all of us instead of owning your life like an adult, or something

at some point during the conversation she like tried to bribe me with a couple hundred extra dollars per month “to cover the cost of the extra utlities/wifi/inconvenience,” which i politely declined. this was when i said basically “look i never got the sense you particularly liked living here (massive understatement) and i think that it’d work out best if you moved out, which you’re clearly already planning to do”

and she did start looking immediately. at some point while she was looking i overheard her talking to veronica mentioning that he was a huge fan of putin and she’d asked him to like, politely, stop?, lmao because she didn’t like his entire yknow politics, and he basically said “i’m sorry, i can’t betray my personal/national identity, i just really believe in putin” or whatever the fuck and i thought to myself, this bitch is marrying him anyway for some godforsaken reason

i don’t know why i hoped that she would be any more considerate moving out than when she moved in, but somehow i was still surprised when the sublet she picked out was someone she never introduced us to or mentioned before, she literally just said “hey here’s your new housemate and when she’s moving in” and dropped us a phone number and facebook page.

one last thing: while emily was moving out, veronica mentioned to me that she was really pleased i stood up to her because she felt massively uncomfortable with the situation too. i asked why she didn’t say something, and she said she talked to emily privately airing out her problems, and emily had managed to talk her into accepting that sort-of bribe privately off message, and emily told her ‘just say yes’ in the chat, so she did and was kind of kicking herself for it after. (our other housemate was off doing fuck knows what at this point; she was gone for weeks on end leaving us to take care of her guinea pigs for her with little to no warning.)

but then, veronica says, the big thing that astounds her is that this wasn’t even the same boyfriend who she’d had when she’d moved in. six months had passed by this point. SHE HAD BEEN DATING GREEN CARD GUY FOR LIKE, THREE MONTHS WHEN SHE DROPPED THIS ON US

and then she moved to fucking harlem, one of the yknow most diverse neighborhoods in the city known particularly for its black heritage, so i guess have fun honey

(her replacement somehow turned out to be just as bad as she was, so you can imagine why i was eager for my lease to end in may)

[got7thekings]

Falling for you

Word count: 9583 Genre: College au; Angst/Smut Warnings: Rough sex, slight domination, very slight choking, dirty talk, orgasm denial. Summary: He was so arrogant and confident and beautiful... you thought for sure you were never going to fall for him. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ To say you were nervous was an understatement, this was your first day of university, and because you lived far away you had no other choice but to stay at the dorms. Living at your new school wasn't ideal, but it was convenient. You chose to stay in co-ed dorms, they were much more fun and you never liked the whole same sex concept, plus it was cheaper, so if you end up having to share a dorm with a guy, you just hope he isn't some gross dickhead. You walked through the hallways, bags in hand as you tried to find your room as quickly as possible and escape the ruckus that all the new students were making. Everyone was so excited, already getting along with their new dorm partners, others were already sneaking in beer, playing with footies in the hallways, shouting, screaming, squealing etc and you couldn't wait to just find your room, set your bags down and enjoy some peace and quiet with your hopefully nice dorm mate, buuuuttt, you spoke to soon. You dorm was no less quieter then the hallways, you found yourself annoyed very quickly, you know you shouldn't have been so annoyed, it was the first day and everyone was having fun blah blah, but you were. As you walked up to your room you heard shouting and yelling on the inside from a bunch of guys and outside the door was a bunch of girls, squealing and whispering excitedly at each other. You managed to sticky nose into a little bit of their conversation and realised they were just fangirling about one of the guys inside, you found yourself rolling your eyes at them. "Excuse me" you say rather impolitely, pushing your way through them and into your, shockingly enough, decently sized dorm room. You find yourself already in the need of earplugs as you enter the loud dorm, the group of guys noticing you as soon as you walked in, their eyes fixated on you. "Can I help you?" you ask, getting impatient. "Oh I can think of a whole lot of things you can help me with" one of them replies and you immediately scoff at him. "Thanks, but I'd rather poke my eye out" you settle all your stuff down as you hear the guy getting mocked for his not so subtle rejection. You keep your backpack hanging loosely over your shoulder as you prepare to leave the room. "Hey where are you going so fast? No introduction?" Another one of the guys lifts himself of the bed, striding towards you and your eyes immediately locked on him, taken aback suddenly as his stunning features. He easily notices as you ogled at his chiselled features, a smirk forming on his lips as your dazzled expression. "I'm Jackson, your roommate" oh thank fuck, you say in your head. He reached his hand out for yours and you gazed at the veins in his gorgeous and muscly arms. You took his hand in yours, shaking it and looking in his big brown eyes. "y/n" you say, releasing his hand. You gave him a small smile and grabbed your phone, walking towards the door. You walked back out of the room staring back at him for a short moment as you walked out, and his eyes were still on you, watching you as you left. You figured that if you just go for a walk and familiarise yourself with the campus for a while, his annoying friends might be gone when you come back. You looked at your schedule, mumbling to yourself as you found the rooms your classes were designated in. You concentrated on the campus map they had given you, deeply confused by it and as you rounded the corner you didn't even notice the person that you immediately crashed into you, the both of you crashing to the floor along with your belongings. "Ow!" the girl shouts, rubbing her arm from the impact on the floor. "Shit I'm so sorry!" You scrambled to your feet, grabbing yours and her belongings off the floor and helping her back up. "I'm sooooo sorry, that was my fault I wasn't paying attention" you say again, but surprisingly, the girl was extremely sweet. "Hey thats ok! I wasn't looking either. My name is Ellie" Ellie brought you in for a hug and your eyes opened wide at the sudden embrace and kind energy of her. "My name is y/n" you chuckled at her. "I see you're looking for the art design class, I'm in that class too, I can take you there" she peered down at your schedule smiling at you. You figured you would need a few friends so you gladly took her offer. Creating small talk to fill the time on the way to the room. "So where is your dorm" you looked down at your hand, you wrote it on your hand earlier because you lost you sheet with the room number. "Uh, im in 4B, in the co-ed building" "Hey thats awesome! In in that building too, I'm in 4U" you were very quick to become friends with each other, spending the rest of the day, but time when fast and it was already dark out when you were walking back to the dorms together. "So who is you dorm partner" Ellie asked you. "A guy named Jackson" "Jackson!? As in Jackson Wang, absolutely stunning with a faced chiselled from the gods!?" "Yeah, I think that would be the one, how do you know him?" "I went to high school with him, I must warn you, he is quite the player and very self confident, it comes off as arrogance, but damn he is hot as hell" "Anything else I should know?" "Very popular, everyone knows him, they either love him, hate him, pawn over him or are jealous of him. Just don't be surprised if he brings countless girls back to the dorm" "Looks like I'm gonna have a lot to deal with then" "Lets see if you can resist his charms" You stared at her with this remark, eyebrow lifting at the comment. "I definitely won't be" "Don't be so sure, that's what they all say" "You want be saying that when you end up wrong" you laugh at her, going your separate ways to your dorms. You walk into your room in the late of night, glad to hear quiet as you opened the door, seeing Jackson sitting up on his phone. "Good to see your fan club is gone" you say to him, getting ready to bed. "Jealous?" A sly smirk adorned his face and you immediately scoffed at his over-confidence, walking away from him into your bathroom. "Nice to meet you too!!!" he shouted sarcastically from outside the bathroom. Putting his phone away and going to sleep in the late hours of the night. You soon followed suit, heading straight to bed not long after. __________________________________________________________________________________ You couldn't help but notice the sexual tension that built between you and Jackson, whether it was on purpose or not, you still hates him and his arrogant attitude, but you weren't blind, he is still hot as fuck. He would easily notice your stares at him, whether it was him coming out of the bathroom in just a towel, water dripping from his hair and his body glistening beautifully... or other times when it was hot in the room and he would wear a tank top showing off his figure and he would smirk at you every time you stared at him. But he stared at you too sometimes, you pretended not to notice, unwilling to be another girl trapped in his little games. You noticed how he couldn't help but stare sometimes when you wore you loose top and shorts to bed. You notice when he stared as water dripped down from you hair and staining your stop, making your bra visible when you came out of the shower. On another note, you two did get along sometimes, even if it was for only brief moments, but you liked those moments. The moments where you two would actually chat, where he wasn't being some sort of sex god player trying to en-rope you in his games, basically when he wasn't being his normal arrogant self. The next few weeks consisted of you getting more and more annoyed at your roommate, with you barely being able to ever do your homework from his selfishness. You would be drawing or concentrating on your folio for your art class which took up most of you time and you would have to do it in the library till late at night while Jackson had a naive girl in the shared room, giving her the night of her life then ridding her the next day. But one day you had just had enough of him and his sex craved attitude. You came back from the library, it was early in the morning, about 2am and you walked in you apartment, seeing Jackson getting it on with a girl and you've decided that you had enough of it. "Seriously!?!? OUT! GET OUT" you startled the girl, and she shot up off the bed in only her bra and panties. As she attempted to gather up her clothes you yelled at her again. "No! Leave, NOW!" "Im half naked!" the girl yelled back at you, her tone full of nervousness. "I don't care no one is out there go!" You opened the door for her, slamming it shut as she ran out trying to cover herself as best as she can. You threw your things on the bad in your fit of rage, sick of Jackson's antics. "Calm down princess" Jackson leaned up on the bed, propping himself on his elbows and you started at him enraged as he ruffled his hands through his hair, as chill as ever. "Fucking shut UP Jackson! Stop being a goddamn man whore and making me come back to you having SEX all the time! I'm so sick of having to come back to this!" "Well you could always join in on the party, I wont stop you" He winked at you and you knew if you rolled your eyes anymore they would pop out of your head. "Are you kidding? You think I would ever have sex with you, you're havin a laugh!" you laughed in his face and he rose off the bed, walking slyly towards you. You found yourself walking backwards as he came closer. "I think your words may come back to bite you princess" Fuck you hated when he called you that, he gave you the pet name like the second day of rooming together after you told him off for being messy, and not only did you love it, it fucking turned you on which you hated. "I think your ego is going to come back to bite you" You didn't realise how close to the door you actually were until you finally hit into it. You looked up at him, you couldn't help but be intimidated as his eyes pierced through your own, you were so entranced in his lustful eyes and his beautifully toned torso on display that you didn't even notice when he ran his hands up your body, resting on your his as he pushed you into the wall. Your eyes diverted to his hands, staring down at their grip on your waist before bringing your face back up to his and you were nervous, your heart pumped rapidly and you were sure he could hear it. "We'll see" You were so lost in him that it took a moment for you to register his hand gripping you tightly, very slowly moving up, his face inches from yours and you could feel his breath on you, you shook your head as you refocused yourself. "Get over yourself" you grab at his hands, pushing them off you and ripping yourself from his intense gaze, retreating out of the door, prepared to sleep in your friends room tonight. ________________________________________________________________________________ After your...heated encounter with Jackson a while ago you found that he has improved his habits, the occasion of girls being in your room occurring less and less, until it eventually seemed to stop. The sexual tension between you two increased a little bit but otherwise, much less Jackson encounters. You two still bantered like absolute crazy though, mostly about his always being so damn smug, and you hated when he gave you that fucking smirk he does, it drives you insane because its so hot but its so cocky and arrogant and you hate how it makes you love him yet hate him at the same time. "Y/n Hey!!" You heard Ellie yell at you from across the courtyard, running towards you. You were both headed off to the library to work on an assignment you had luckily been put on together. "Got all your stuff Ellie?" "Ready to go!" she said excitedly, you were both dying to get started on this assignment, it involved a canvas painting, but you had to do one half on the canvas each, both sides contrasting each other, yet connecting, you had to do research on it though, what you did and why, how it contrasts and what not. You both walked to the library, brainstorming some ideas on what the painting should be, what kind of paint and brushed to use, all these other things until you got distracted by a bunch of squealing girls. When you looked across to the opposite path you could see Jackson hanging out with his mates, you rolled your eyes at the girls but noticed Jackson was not so subtly looking directly at you, smirking as he watched you walk past and you eyes locked on his for moments, once again lost as his head tilted very slightly, shooting you a signature smirk. You could barely take your eyes off him and you didn't know why. "Y/nnnnn, helloooo!! Back to earth please!" "Sorry, what??" you looked back at your friend. "That was quite a stare he gave you, he has never looked at someone like that before... Is there something going on between you two?" "No!" you said rather abruptly, your friend taken aback by your defence, who shot her hands up in defeat. "Wow, I'm just saying, he doesn't give that look to just anyone, you must have something on him" "By something do you mean hatred? Sarcasm? Blind rage and disgust?" "Well, I'd say more like, need for one another? Banter to hide ones sexual feelings?? Denial of lust?? You were in another world staring back at him my little girlie. But! Whatever you sayyy" she taunted you, not believing that he wasn't having some effect on you and you couldn't blame her, because he was, you just didn't want to admit it. "I hate him" you say, not sure if you said it to assure her or to just reassure yourself. ________________________________________________________________________________"Fucccckkkk, its almost 3am, we should probably go to bed..." you look at your watch, Ellie nodding at you as she yawned and both of you packing up the research and other billion papers you have sprawled all over the desk. You gathered your things and headed off to your dorms. "See you in the morning Ellie" you hugged you friend goodbye and went off to your own room. You unlocked the door quietly, careful not to awake a hopefully sleeping Jackson, but disappointed to see his was fully away as you walked into the dorm. You gasped at him and he looked up at you. "Problem, princess?" "Are those...books?? Is that homework!??" "Yes, y/n, see, after I finish relieving myself of my, as you so kindly put it, man-whoring, I like to finish my work afterwards." "I'm just so shocked, proud of you really" "Thank you for the sarcastic moral support" He looked at the time on his phone, gathering his things and putting them on the table beside him, deciding it was enough for the night. You leaned against the bathroom door and he rose off the bed. You watched as he strode towards you, trying to get to the bathroom. "Move" "That's note the polite way to ask someone" "You want polite? Rather hypocritical"  You looked at your watch and sighed rather heavily, but he was having none of it. In one swift moment he grabbed your thighs, lifting you over his shoulders. You gasped at the impact and squealed even louder when he slapped your ass and squeezed hard on your thighs. "OW Jackson! For fuck sake! Put me down asshole!" "Ok" He plopped you on the floor with a loud thud and you looked at him and glared. "You asked me to put you down princess" "God you're so annoying" You lifted yourself up and jumped into your bed, your aura seething of annoyance as you slowly drifted off to sleep. ________________________________________________________________________________ When you woke up the next morning you were surprised to find Jackson had left before you. You got out of your bed, your eyes tired and you were still half asleep when you walked into the shower, relishing in the warm water hitting your skin. You washed your hair thoroughly and took your time in the water, enjoying the fact that for just 1 day, you had time off on your classes. The joy was soon to end though. You turned off the water, reaching out of the shower to grab a towel and when you started dabbing your face with it you realised it wasn't towel material, when you opened you eyes you found yourself patting your face dry with Jackson's boxers. "EW!" you screamed aloud, dropping them to the floor and searching in the bathroom for a towel, only to find more pairs of boxers in their place and a nice note on the mirror that read. Enjoy your shower princess... x Jackson "Fucking asshole!" you screamed in frustration, you couldn't even dry your hair cos he went and took the hair dryer too. You put you clothes back on, feeling your body and your hair soak through them. You t-shirt outlining your bra and wet spots all over it. In a fit of rage you found yourself storming down to Ellie's dorm, complaining non stop to her about Jackson and she could barely fathom the words from you talking so fast. "Slow DOWN y/n!" she grabbed at your shoulders, relaxing you and you groaned. "He is soooooo fucking annoying sometimes Ellie, the minute you think he is getting better he does something stupid again!" "Come on this is pretty funny" she laughed at you and your messy state, you hair soaking wet along with your shirt as she mocked you. "Ellieeeee!" you groaned trying to hide back a laugh. "I know you're hiding a smile, even you have to admit this is pretty funny" you sighed in defeat, it kinda was funny, but you were still angry. "He is lucky he is hot" you said as you released your laugh finally. "There she is!" "Come hug me" you said to her, running up to her with opened arms as she dodged you like no other. "Fuck no get away from me" you chased her around her dorm, shaking your hair at her until you were both out of breath and collapsed on the bed. "You're soaking my bed get off" she laughed, pushing you off as you rolled onto the floor. "Y/n, why can't you just admit you secretly like him, its inevitable sweetie" "Never!" you slapped her on the arm as you climbed back on the bed. "I can see it, you're in denial" "Godddd, enough!" you hit her with the pillow "Im gonna get back to my dorm, got some stuff to work on" "Alrighty, have fun!" You walked back to your dorm, opening the door to see Jackson back already. He turned around and started laughing at you, seeing your hair still mostly soaked and your top damp as fuck. "Aren't you looking good princess" He gave you his signature smile and although you started laughing with him, to your expense, your grabbed one of the closest things near you and threw it at him, he caught it immediately but you attacked him with more things, clothes, pillows, anything that wouldn't cause too much damage and he started shrieking at you. "I GIVE UP!" he yelled, hands shot up in defeat. You both crouched in laughter holding your stomachs and these were the moments you really loved with Jackson. "I wish you weren't an arrogant dick all the time cos this is quite nice" "Wheres the fun in that princess?" he looked at you winking and you smiled, rolling you eyes. One thing you didn't notice though was that he was slowly falling for you, slowly changing and as he stared you up and down, watching your chest rise and fall and admiring your bra through your wet t-shirt, you were completely oblivious to the mess that you were both to each other. "Anyway," He lifted himself up off the floor, grabbing your hand and pulling you up as well, "There's going to be a party in the co-ed dorms tonight, Ill see you there." "Maybe" you said. "Not maybe, definitely" He gave you a pat on the head and you shrugged his hand away as he exited the dorm, you fell onto your bed and groaned, already exhausted from however long the day has been going for, and already exhausted from the rest. You knew about the party, you weren't really planning on going but it would be a nice break for you and Ellie considering all the work you've done this term. ________________________________________________________________________________ "Damn girl!" Ellie looked at your outfit for the party, it was simple but still hot as you adorned black skinny ripped jeans and a tight blue velvet top that showed your figure quite nicely. "You too!" Ellie wore a tight, short yellow dress for the evening and you both looked hot as you entered the party on the floor below you. The music pumped through your chest, the party stretching out across the whole floor, drinks already spilled and rubbish and cups everywhere. So many people were already drunk, seeing as you arrived a bit late it wasn't shocking, but damn some people get wasted fast. If there was one thing about the co-ed dorms you had a love hate relationship with, it was the parties, there were much more fun then just girl parties would ever be, but some people acted like such fucking morons you thought they were the products of inbred human monkeys, some people were normal. You found comfort in between the two, drinking just enough to have a fun time but not enough to get you doing something stupid like prancing around naked in the streets. As soon as you walked in you grabbed a beer and downed it rather quickly, before already having a second...a third...fourth. You walked around quite tipsy, making a fool of yourself dancing horribly to the music. You wobbled to the beer crate, as you bent down to grab your fifth a hand grabbed your own bringing you back up. "Haven't you had enough princess" Jackson stared into your eyes, and by the look of his own eyes you could tell he was just as drunk as you. "Ew, you" "Thats no way to greet someone" he laughed at you. "It's ok, its just you" "Im hurt y/n, really" "Aw noooooo, i'm sooooo sorry Jackson, please forgive me" "Im gonna accept your apology, just for the effort you put into your half assed sarcasm" Being the mature person you are, you stuck your tongue at him, turning around to leave and squealed as you felt a slap on your ass as you walked away, you looked back at Jackson and glared at him as he winked at you. "Dickhead, you're lucky you're so fucking sexy" Drunk you has confidence, to say the least, sober you would have never admitted that to his egotistical brain, but its been said and you can't take it back. You wobbled on back to Ellie, trying your best to stay in your right mind as all the guys eyes you as you went past. When you arrived at your friend you immediately leaned on her shoulder for support. "Saw you and Jackson, ooooohh, I see sparks" "Nooooo, not this again please" "So you're telling me out of all the guys staring at you right now, including Mr.Wang himself, you wouldn't go for it?" "See that nerd over there sipping his beer like he is at some formal cocktail party?" "Yes" "I'd rather go for him" "Honey denial isn't good for anyone, and that look Jackson is giving you right now is lethal" You turned you head slightly, she wasn't wrong, you could see him staring deeply at you, and you pondered over what he was thinking. Your mind got lost as you started mentally undressing him and you took another chug of drink to clear yourself of all thoughts. "I need to pee" You walked back up to your floor, entering you dorm room, you had a thing about toilets and you would prefer to go to your own. "Fuuucck" relieving your bladder felt extra good when you were drunk. You finished your business and walked out the bathroom and as you went to exit the dorm you felt an arm on yours, pushing you back inside. You looked up to realise it was Jackson. "Oh its you again" you greeted him as you smiled up at him, his eyes piercing down at you as his arms still gripped tight on yours, pushing you further enough into the dorm to close the door behind him. "Hey there princess" "Can I help you. Mr.Wang?" you batted your eyelashes at him, faking innocence as you spoke, you intoxicated self allowing your confidence to shine more than usual. "Yes actually, you can stop looking so god damn fucking hot, it's making it hard for me to contain myself" "Sweetie that isn't my fault, just don't look!" you wriggled your arms out of his, booping his super cute nose as he rolled his eyes at you. "It's kind of hard when you make me go so damn crazy" "Hows that Jackson" you eyes longed for his, staring deeply as he thought up an answer. "Everything about you is just so fucking sexy and amazing, and beautiful" "Stop you're gonna make me blush" "You've made me change y/n, I really fucking like you" "Stop talking nonsense" you laugh at him, attempting to shuffle past but he sets his demeanor in front of you, not letting you go anywhere and you found yourself finding it incredibly hot, trying not to mentally undress him again, you were finding it hard to control your feelings as you felt more and more drawn to him each second, unsure of whether it was the alcohol making you feel this way or just the prolonged denial and sexual tension you have both shared. "It's not nonsense princess, and seeing all these guys staring at you tonight, fuck I couldn't stand it much longer. I want you so fucking bad and I don't want anyone else to have you" Him saying that turned you on like a bat out of hell, you wanted him to say it again. "What do you want Jackson" "I want to fuck you so bad, I want to have you to myself, to make you mine. I want to touch you until you're crying out in pleasure, I want to make you scream my name over and over again" He walked backwards with you as he spoke and you felt his words send a shiver down your spine and right to you core, and you knew you wanted him too, there was no use denying it in his moment, so you don't know what it was, whether it was the alcohol, or whether it was him towering over you with his lustful eyes as he pushed your back into the bathroom door, but he was just as surprised as you were with the next few words spilling from your mouth. "Fuck then do it" He looked at you, surprised and then a shit eating grin was plastered on his face and just turned you on more. "Fuck me Jackson, fuck me hard, make me scream out your name so loud the floor below us can hear me over the music, fuck me so hard until my body starts shaking and I can't walk tomorrow" In a rush he clashed his lips with yours, your hands immediately gripping around him shoulders, grabbing into his soft hair and tugging hard as your tongues battled with each other. The taste of alcohol was so strongly evident in this long overdue kiss. His tongue grazed along your bottom lip tugging each time he pulled away to take a breath, both of you already a panting messed as you rushed months and months of sexual tension into one night. You were needy and impatient, you longed for his lips on yours and you hated when he removed them. You tugged on his bottom lip as you crashed your lips back onto his, your hand fumbling over your bodies, Jackson gripped your thighs, your ass, you waist, whatever he could get his hands on. Your hands tugged on his hair harshly as you moaned into the kiss, your tongue licked his own and grazed against the roof of his mouth and you know he liked it when he let out a deep sigh in content. He pushed you back into the door roughly, the impact making you gasp and you loved the dominance he was showing. One hand grabbed on your waist while the other grabbed your jaw, pushing your face to the side as he ravished at your neck, biting down hard and you hissed as the pleasurable pain surged through your body. His hand gripped your jaw tight as he marked you all over your neck. "You're mine now princess" he whispers in your ear and his hot shaky breath sent shivers down your spine that made you close your eyes and moan, your reaction at such a simple gesture boosting his ego. He kissed and nibbled and bit at your neck, finding your sweet spot and you cried aloud at the feeling, he bit down on the skin, sucking harshly as he left another hickey on your skin, with no sympathy for how much effort you're going to have to go through to cover it up. He let go of your jaw and your head dropped slightly. He lowered down your body, trailing wet kisses down to your collarbone as he kissed it. As his mouth continued to attack you, your hand slowly slid down his body, you tugged at the waistband of his tight jeans, you grabbed softly at his crotch and he groaned against your neck, you slowly palmed him over the jeans, his breathing shaky as you slid your hand into his pants and into his boxers, feeling his length in your hand and as best as you could, you pumped him softly. You moaned slightly feeling his dick, the wideness and the length making you anticipate what was to come. "Fuck y/n" He removed his lips from your skin, his head resting in the crook of your neck as he rested both hands on the side of your head, letting you continue to pleasure him. The look on his face was pure ecstasy, his eyebrows furrowed, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, sweat trickling down his forehead and his chest rising up and down and you could almost orgasm at the sight of him, cursing at yourself for not letting this happen sooner. You hand pumped his length softly, you teased him with small and tiny movements and you could hear the frustration whenever he slipped out a beautiful sounding moan. "You better stop teasing me or ill make you regret it princess" his jaw tensed and you could see he wasn't playing around, but it only spurred you further. "Maybe I want to regret it baby" you teased him further, attempting to see how far you could push him, giving him light feathery touches and he sighed under you touch, you smirked at him, sliding your hand further down his length and rubbing over his tip. He hissed at the feeling and his hands tensed against the wall, he couldn't take it any longer. He grabbed both your hands, pinning them above your head. "You're in for it now" "I'm all yours" you smirked at him and he groaned at your words. He let your hands drop free, his hands locked around your waist, gripping at the rim of you top and pulling it above your head, discarding the velvet material on the floor. He lowered down you body, trailing your curves with his hands and placing kisses along you torso until he was on his knees. He pulled your shoes off you feet and then tugged at your jeans, he undid the zipper slowly, looking up at you as he slid the jeans off your legs. He kissed your thighs, making his way back up to your face. He leaned his hips against yours and you could feel his erection against your throbbing wet core. "How did you know black was my favourite?" He admired the lingerie you so luckily chose to wear, the black lace bra and panties making his lick his lips in hunger as he looked at you. "Lucky guess" his hand slid around your back, undoing the clip of your bra in a swift movement and gliding the straps down your arms, the feeling tingling your body. "Whats this princess?" His eyes caught immediate attention to your nipple ring, his pupils dilating in lust. His hand tweaked your nipple and you moaned as he played with the ring. "You like it?" you ask smiling at him, knowing damn well the answer. "Love it, it's fucking sexy" He tugged at his bottom lips and kissing his way down to your breasts, you screamed his name when his mouth latched onto your nipple, biting down on the sensitive nub and your hands gripped at his hair. His other hand messaged your breast while his mouth continued his fun with the other. His teeth tugged on the nipple ring and you groaned at the feeling, the pain of it making you more aroused while you dug deeper into his hair. "Fuck! jackson- oH!" He flicked the ring up and down with his tongue, playing with it in his mouth and the feelings was heavenly. He would torture you with his moments, his teeth gripping on the ring and pulling, onto to release his teeth seconds after and he would repeat the action. He kissed all around your breast, leaving a circle of hickeys around your sensitive nipple and you hissed as he bit and sucked harshly on the sensitive skin. His other hand messaged your breast roughly, taking the time to pinch the nipple in between his two fingers and you cursed under your breath as he did so. He swapped around his movements, switching breasts as his fingers now played with the nipple ring and his mouth enclosed on your other nipple, making sure to give it the same treatment. His fingers tugged on the nipple ring, twisting it slightly making you moan, he pulled and tugged on the silver piece of jewellery as his teeth tugged down on your other nipple. You had become a panting mess, you nubs were peaked and sensitive and he pleasured both breasts equally as rough and you loved it, never wanting it to end, but wanting to feel him inside you already. "Fuck- please baby" "Tsk tsk, im taking my time with you tonight princess" He removed his lips from your perked breasts, which were red and wet and full of bruised. His hands grabbed at your ass cheeks, squeezing tightly before grabbing your hips and lifting you up, you gasped at the sudden gesture and your legs gripped around his waist as he moved you to the desk, in a messy haste you tugged at the bottom of he shirt, lifting it over his head and discarding it. With one hand holding you he used the other to push everything off the desk, sitting you down on it. You legs gripped tighter around him, pulling him closer as you admired his body, your fingers tracing his abdomen and he loved a you so carefully studied everything about his body, he stared deeply at you as you memorised every line, the way every muscle tenses, the way his chest heaved up and down and the way his biceps tensed as his arms leaned on the desk. "So fucking gorgeous you are" you say to him and he smirks at you. You grab his face, reconnecting his lips on yours while his hands trailed down your body to the hem of you lace panties, his fingers traced the hem teasing you. You moved your lips to his neck, biting down onto the skin and sucking harshly as he hissed, his hands gripping your thighs, digging in which was sure to leave bruises. "It's only fair right?" you say to him, leaving more marks on his body. Biting down on his neck and hearing him growl at the feeling. He lays his hands on your chest, pushing your back down onto the desk and you leaned up on your elbows. You watched him smirk at you as he traced the thin material off your panties. Slowly sliding them down your legs and you sighed as they tingled on the way down. He leaned down over you, his hot breath on your core making you desperate and needy and he chuckled at you as you tugged on his hair, urging him on. "Eager princess? That's too bad... I'm taking my time with you tonight" He licked along your thighs, kissing his way up to where you needed him most and you breathed heavy waiting for him, you hands in his hair as you leaned your back onto the desk. Jackson admired the view above him, he could see your perked breasts rising heavily up and down and the facial expression that read frustration and lust and it was so sexy. He kissed lightly at your folds and you moaned his name, finally getting a little friction out of him. His hands gripped at your thighs and he kissed your lobes, barely touching you as you ached for him. You screamed in delight, your back arching as his mouth finally latched onto your clit, sucking harshly and the sudden move sent waves through your body. "Fuck Jackson!" you moaned in pleasure, hands digging into his hair as he sucked harshly on your clit, his tongue doing wonders to make you a panting mess in front of him. His tongue flicked your clit, flicking up and down and curse words spilled from your plump red lips. His tongue lapped at your clit, moving up and down your folds and licking clean strip upwards, your hips reacting instantly, Jackson quick to hold you down. "So wet for me princess" He licked around your entrance, poking his tongue in and out of you before bringing it back to your clit and repeating the process. He tugged at you clit with his teeth and you cried out from the satisfaction. He nibbled lightly on your clit, sucking as he did so and you could hear the lewd sounds from his actions. You eyes tightened as he pleasured you. You grip on his hair making him groan, sending vibrations through your core that made you moan. He picked up his speed flat tonguing you up and down and sweat fell from your forehead, your eyes rolling and you hair sticking to your face. He ravished at you and you screamed his name over and over. He poked his tongue into your entrance, pushing himself in as he licked around you in a slow circle, your mouth open wide and your voice lost as you reacted to the new feeling. His tongue licked inside you, tasting you all over before pulling back out and licking up your whole vagina until your clit, spreading your juices all over your folds. His fingers traced up your thigh as he nibbled and sucked your hungrily. He brought his fingers up to your core, rubbing up and down your folds as he left kitten licks on your clit. You groaned as he slipped a finger into you, pumping in and out and around slowly, matching the movements of his tongue. He pumped slowly, teasing you with the unbearable pace and you needed him to go faster. "Please Jackson- Fuck!" your swore as he added another finger into you. Quickening his pace, pumping in and out of you and curling his fingers making your scream in pleasure. The room filling up with the sounds of sex as he fastened the pace of his fingers to a brutally fast pace and you could feel the knot in your stomach as he fingered and licked you. The pleasure from both actions becoming too much and you couldn't take it much longer. He pulled his tongue away from you, removing his fingers for only seconds to rub you roughly and spread your juices all over you. He pinched you clit between two fingers and your back arched off the table as he rubbed at your clit ruthlessly before inserting his fingers back into you. He thrusted them in and out of you, reaching as deep as he could as he brought his tongue back down do you. He felt around inside you, twisted his fingers around you curling them and you mewled as he reached your sweet spot, which he now paid all his attention too. The know in your stomach was getting tighter and he hit your sweet spot over and over again, his name falling from your lips in repeat and your breath was catching in your throat. He brought his face back up, leaning over you as he continued his ministrations. You gripped the edged of the table and he watched you as he thrusted his fingers roughly. He watched as your face tilted, your features scrunched up and distorted in pleasure, he watched as you chest heaved up and down rapidly, almost allowing him to hear your heartbeat and he watched as your knuckles whitened from your grip on the table, and he was reveling in the fact that it was all because of him. "Fuck Jackson im gonna come" your words came out in a choke and you bucked against him as his fingers continued their magic, but as soon as you were about to let your orgasm soar through you he stopped all his movements, pulling his fingers out of you and you cried in frustration and anger, your orgasm slipping away and giving you an uncomfortable feeling from being ripped from you. "What the fuck Jackson!" you yell, panting heavily as you tried to regain yourself, and with any strength left you leaned yourself up to sit on the edge of the desk, anger evident on your face. He leaned over you on the table, a smug expression evident as he brought his face closer to yours, tilting his head and whispering in your ear. "Told you that you were going to regret it princess" You huffed in defeat, angry with him but undeniably turned on from his dominance. "Asshole" you didn't think he was serious, but he was right, you regretted it, and didn't at the same time. His hands came round to the small of your back, dragging you off the table before grabbing you and lifting you up, dropping you onto his bed and climbing on top of you. You grabbed his shoulders, flipping him over and straddling him. "How about we get rid of these now?" you say, sick of seeing his jeans. Your hands grabbed eagerly at the zipper. Pulling it down and locking your eyes with Jackson's as you pulled them down his legs, throwing them onto the floor. "Come here baby" you crawled back up his legs, sitting your legs between his thigh and you couldn't help but moan when your core slid along his thigh, the friction on your core already sensitive and you cursed under your breath. You don't know where you found this confidence from but you did it again. "Oh fuck" you whispered, your voice shaky. "Fuck that's sexy princess, keep doing it" he encouraged you, loving watching you get off on his thigh. You were hesitant to keep going, but when you looked into his eyes and only saw hunger and lust you knew he wanted this too. You leaned your hands on his chest, your fingers digging in and you glided you core forwards and backwards on his muscly thighs, the thighs that you have adorned since you first met him, his gorgeous thick thighs that you would always find yourself staring at, and now you were riding them. "god---fuck" you rid his thighs back and forth, your fingers digging into his chest and he hissed as your nails dug into him. You head rolled back as you quickened your pace, the friction coming back to your core. "Thats it baby" He grabbed your love handles, guiding your hips and matching your rhythm. You grind harder on his thighs, putting more pressure on your throbbing core, soft whimpers and moans falling from your lips. He tensed his thigh muscles and you mewled from delight from the feeling, he kept doing it as you rid his thighs into oblivion. He tightened his grip on your hips, rocking your hips back and forth faster encouraging you to up your pace and so you. He pushed your hips down, lifting his thigh up at the same time and adding an immense amount of pressure to your clit and you cried out in delight, you quickened your pace, your body sweating from riding him so hard but you weren't tiring out. He continued to flex his muscles and push his thigh up into your core and you could feel your overdue orgasm forming in your stomach and you weren't going to last much longer. "Fuck Jackson I--" "I know princess" He pushed your hips back and forth at full speed, taking away half the effort and you dragged you nails across his chest, your orgasm finally exploding through you and you came onto his beautiful thighs. The feeling of your orgasm being taken away from you before highlighting this one and Jackson's name spilled from your mouth along with curse words repeatedly as you rode out your orgasm, continuing to ride his thighs as his muscles tensed for you. Your head rolled back as you saw stars, sweat dripping down your forehead, your chest rising up and down rapidly and your voice lost as you began to calm down from your high, your clit starting to become sensitive as Jackson was still riding you on his thigh and you hissed from the sensitivity. "Jackson-- ah!" You grabbed his arms and suddenly he was flipping you over, you fell onto your back, tired and limp but all you wanted now was to feel him inside of you. "You ready for me y/n?" he looked deeply into your eyes and you wanted to look away from his intense gaze, but you nodded at him. "You bet I am..." you say to him. He slid his underwear off his legs and his erection sprang free and you started in excitement, his member extremely impressive, his tip red and bulging from your previous teasing on him. You licked you lips in hunger, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him towards you. "Liking what you see?" he smirked at you, you bit down on your lower lip, smiling back up at him. "Please Jackson just fuck me" he moaned at your words, hearing you beg was so fucking sexy. He brought his length closer to your entrance, rubbing his dick up and down your core and you moaned, still a little sensitive but it felt amazing, he spread your wetness all over you and all over his length before aligning his length with your entrance, slowly pushing in and you moaned loudly, you hands gripping onto his biceps hard. You felt him stretch you out inch by inch and you writhed beneath him, fingers digging into his biceps as he filled you up to the brim. "Fuck you're so tight, ugh!" he moaned above you and he was finally all the way in, stopping for the smallest moment to let you adjust to his size, but him not moving inside you was unbearable and you just needed him to move. He read your mind as he started slowly pulling back out of you, all the way to his tip and then all the way back in, he continued to do this at a slow pace and it was starting to become too much. "Please Jackson" you moaned your legs gripping him tighter. "Patience princess" he says to you, continuing his slow pace just to torture you. He leaned down, his lips coming to yours, kissing you passionately as he finally started to speed up. You moaned as he filled up your walls perfectly. He thrusted in and out of you as his tongue roamed you lips. You both pulled away from the kiss to take a breather. Your breaths both shaky and you hearts both pounding in your chest. His hands both rested on either side of your head as he starts slamming back hard into you, your back arched off the bed at his powerful thrusts, he was still not going fast enough, but he slammed so hard and deep into you every single time ad you felt like pure ecstasy. You hands grabbed around his back for support, your legs pulling him closer as he pounded into you ruthlessly, balls deep with every thrust and you could barely moan from the pure satisfaction of him filling you up the way he was.   "Fuck i've been waiting so long to do this" he said in between thrusts, but you could barely concentrate on his words, you could only concentrate on the pleasure he was giving you, you could only concentrate on finding some relief by digging you nails in his back and seeing his face scrunch up from the pain it sent through him. You could only concentrate on the fact that he was finally going full speed inside of you and your back arched into him, you breasts arching into his chest. As he thrust into you full speed and full power your back slid up and down the bed with each thrust and you screamed aloud, moans falling from your lips each second. He grabbed the headboard with one hand, supporting himself as he plunged into you mercilessly. Sweat trickled down his forehead and his beautiful soft locks stuck to his face. His whole body glistened with beads of sweat and although you could barely opened you eyes, you managed to take in the sight of him for seconds at a time, watching his chest rise up and down and his eyebrows furrow as he concentrated on pleasuring you and himself. Watching the muscles all over his body tense as he pounded into you, the veins in his neck popping out as he rolled his head back each time he groaned, the beautiful sounds falling from his lips almost breaking you and making you come undone then and there. He relished in you body, his free hand running over all of you, your breasts, your curves and everywhere he could touch before he found your hand, holding it in his own. He pressed your hands into the blanket as he rammed into you continuously, your breasts bouncing up and down from the intensity. He let go of you hand, grabbing your thigh and lifting it over your shoulder, you cried out in pleasure as he hit your g-spot from the new angle. "FUCK! Right there Jackson!" you screamed, he hit your g-spot over and over and you could feel the knot once again forming in your stomach as he pounded you, the feeling of him hitting you spot each time overwhelming you and bringing you to the edge. "Fuck Jackson i'm going to cum-oH!" He brought his thumb down to you clit, rubbing in rough circles to match the pace of his thrusts and you thrived beneath him, nails dragging along his back roughly as you took in the overwhelming feeling if his thumb and his length all at once. You mouth opened wide and you couldn't let our a voice from all the sensations. He pounded into you mercilessly and you walls clenched around him making him groan above you, with a few more of his powerful thrusts you came undone once again. His mouth spilled from your lips as your juices came around him and you walls clenched hard around his length. He continued to thrust into you and he continued to rub you clit with him thumb as you arched yourself off the bed, making sure to ride out your high for as long as possible. You breath hitched in your throat and you lost your voice from cursing and screaming his name so much. You chest rose up and down as you breathed heavy, you slowly started to come down from your high but Jackson's efforts didn't waver as he chased his own high. He removed his hand from your clit, resting it beside your head, his other hand still gripping the headboard, his knuckled turning white from gripping so hard. With whatever effort you had left you grabbed at his face, dragging it down to yours as you left kisses on his lips down to his neck, you clenched around his dick continuously trying to bring his closer to his brink and you could feel his length throbbing inside you ready for release. "Let go baby" you whispered into his ear, kissing him as best you could wile he thrusted into you, your teeth tugged on his earlobe, you brought your lips down to his neck and sucked harshly on the skin as your hand traced his biceps. You clenched around him tight one last time and with a few last thrusts he shouted your name as he shot his seed inside of you, his arm fell off the headboard and both rest on the sides of your head, he leaned down on his elbows, his head resting in the crook of you neck and he thrusted himself into you, riding out his high. His muscles tensed and his face scrunched up in pleasure as his orgasm tore through his body. His heartbeat rapid and he panted heavily as he thrusts started to become sloppy. Your leg fell off his shoulder and his muscles started to relax, his thrusts coming to a stop and he laid on top of you, his weight on you and your fingers running through his soft hair as he regained his breath. You both laid there for moments regaining yourselves, allowing yourselves to relax. Eventually he pulled out of you, lifting himself off of you and walking to the bathroom, giving you a nice glance at his ass as he walked away. You rested on the bed, pondering over what just happened and you couldn't believe it as you smiled to yourself. You heard him come back into the room, a towel in hand as he wiped both of your spilled juices off of you, discarding the towel and climbing back onto the bed with you. You cuddled up against him, your bodies intertwined as you fell asleep, both of you tired and your bodies exhausted. ________________________________________________________________________________ "Ugh god" your voice was groggy and you yawned as the morning greeted you, you were still in Jackson's bed and you held the cover over you, but Jackson was not beside you. You sat there for a moment, waking yourself up, trying to keep your eyes open. What caught your attention next was Jackson re-entering the dorm room, topless with pants on. "Good morning princess, I brought you coffee!" You groaned as you stretched, taking the coffee from his hand as he walked up to you. You held the blanket against your naked body, grinning at Jacksons lovable energy and smile as you sipped the coffee, you couldn't believe how much you've fallen from him. "Good morning" you say, your voice sleepy and he smiled at your cuteness. Jackson's passed you your underwear and one of his shirts and you slid on the garments, admiring the smell of him on the shirt, and him admiring how it looked on you. You got yourself out of the bed, trying to stand up and immediately falling back down onto the mattress from your sore body, which made both of you laugh. "Fuck you took me seriously didn't you" you laughed at him. "Well you did say to fuck you until you can't walk" He teased you, rubbing his arm and laughing out loud as you hit him, hiding your face in your hands. He grabbed your hands in his, keeping them in his as he lowered them, bringing his face back to yours, kissing you softly on the lips. "I did mean what I said y/n, I really like you, you're mine now" "I'm all yours, remember?" you quoted yourself from last night, you both giggled softly at each other, needing nothing more then each others lips as you continued kissing. Ellie was right, you did, undeniably fall for his charms, but he also fell for you, and you were loving it, you didn't regret one thing as he embraced you in his arms and you didn't need to be anywhere else but there, together. Masterlist <3

Other Jackson: Fashionably Late (Fluff/Smut)

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Ch21 Killing Stalking Summary/Transcript 

Since releasing the actual images, fan translated or not, will evidently make Lezhin take it down on your behalf, perhaps simply writing it out will be allowed. It’s extremely long since Koogi treats us to such long chapters, so it’ll be under a readmore. If my theme is difficult to read on, I uploaded the text to another site.

[Donggyu is at the police desk, angrily talking to Seungbae’s superior, while the officer is skeptical. Two of Jieun’s friends from that niht are there - the male who told Bum he didn’t really fit in with Sangwoo and the girl Jieun was gossiping with. Jieun’s mother is quietly crying as all three watch Donggyu talk heatedly to the officer.]

Officer [speaking to Dongkyu]: So, what you’re saying is... The school festival ended at 11PM, after which you went drinking... and at 2AM the student Min Jieun rushed out, correct? Why wouldn’t you just grab her if she rushed out? What kind of friend-

Donggyu: Excuse me. We were all drunk, okay? Are you asking us because you don’t believe us, or because you’re deaf? [Donggyu turns around to his friends and Jieun’s mother, sitting on the bench behind him] You guys, say something! Why am I the only one mad here?!

Male friend: That idiot... shut up...

Female friend: Ah... come to think of it... It seemed like she rushed out after checking her phone...

Officer: Rushed out after checking her phone, huh...

Female friend: Yes, but I was drunk too, so I’m not sure.

Officer: I was wondering... Isn’t she that student that would run away from home often? She might come home soon, so why don’t we wai--

Jieun’s mother: Wh-what?! I-it’s already been 3 days, how much longer do you want us to wait?! And our daughter isn’t that kind of girl!! I’m telling you, someone must’ve kidnapped her!! It was definitely some awful criminal! Please, you have to find our daughter... before she gets hurt!

***

[Scene moves to Bum attempting to put his clothes on while lying on his back, with Sangwoo right outside the bedroom, looking in at him]

Sangwoo: Disgusting. Why’re you putting on your clothes like that? You look like a caterpillar.

Bum: I’m sorry... it just hurts so much... back there...

Sangwoo: Back there?... [pause] Ah. Anyway, hurry up. You can’t stay there just because you hurt.

***

[Scene cuts to outside Sangwoo’s house, Bum limping outside while Sangwoo packs the car. Both are wearing hiking gear, coats, and backpacks.]

Bum: Sangwoo... Why are we wearing...

Sangwoo: Can’t you tell?... It’s a hiking date.

[Scene switches to Sangwoo driving, surrounded by rural landscaping. Bum keeps sneaking glances at Sangwoo, but keeps saying nothing as Sangwoo concentrates on the road.]

Sangwoo: [catches Bum looking at him] What. 

Bum: [looks away] I-it’s... nothing...

[Sangwoo brakes, causing Bum to lean forward. Bum’s in some slight pain, as he is frowning and attempting to brace against the seat. SFX reads “throb,” implying he’s still in pain from Ch20′s events. Sirens can be heard approaching, and Bum begins to internally panic. Sangwoo is perfectly calm, but looks over at Bum, who is crouching down in a partial fetal position, trembling. The police car passes by, and Sangwoo chuckles at Bum’s display. The scene switches to Sangwoo as he continues driving. Bum is asleep in the passenger side. Sangwoo frowns as he looks down to see his gas tank is nearly empty, and stops for gas.]

Attendant: How much would you like?

Sangwoo: Fill it up.

Attendant: Yes, sir.

[Bum awakens after hearing the attendant’s voice, and begins glancing around.]

Bum, thinking: I fell asleep...

Attendant: There you are, sir.

Sangwoo: Thank you~

Attendant: Goodbye!

[Sangwoo pulls back out onto the road, Bum rubs his eyes after sleeping]

Sangwoo: You gonna sleep again?

Bum: N-no...

Sangwoo: Aren’t you hungry?

Bum: But there’s nothing around here, though...

Sangwoo: That’s not good. I can’t drive when I’m hungry. I’ve seen people selling apples around here before. Apples shouldn’t be that red, you know. Let’s hope there’s a...

[Sangwoo spots a truck with a bed full of vibrant, red apples]

Sangwoo: Ah! There is!

[Bum watches as Sangwoo pulls over, gets out, and buys a bag filled with apples. Sangwoo returns to the car and sets the bag of apples on Bum’s lap.]

Bum: Ah...

Sangwoo: They’re already washed, so you can just eat them.

[Bum pulls an apple out and holds it as Sangwoo continues speaking.]

Sangwoo: Aren’t they really red? I asked him how they’re so red... and he said it’s because the apples are so young! 

[Sangwoo grabs the apple from Bum’s hands, slightly brushing Bum’s thumb with hi own. Sangwoo doesn’t notice, but Bum dos, and watches as Sangwoo takes it and bites into the apple.]

Sangwoo: Hm? Eat, eat. I bought them for you.

[Bum takes a small, hesitant bite. The look on his face is hard to read, but it’s clear the apple is not pleasant.]

Bum: Um... Sangwoo...

Sangwoo: Yes, Bum.

Bum: Have you been here before?

Sangwoo: Why?

Bum: It seems like you know this area well...

Sangwoo: Well... I was with my parents on a drive, and we got hungry... and I just remember eating some delicious apples with my mother...

Bum: And... your father?

Sangwoo: Ah... my father... was usually just lying down in the back, so it was just mother and I eating. But you know... My mother took  a bite of one first and became so happy. “They’re delicious!” she said. Then she told me to hurry and try one, and handed me an apple. Isn’t that interesting? [Sangwoo reaches into the bag for another apple] She couldn’t have been in her right mind... No sane person would’ve...

Bum: [bites his bottom lip as he watches Sangwoo bite into the next apple, but becomes alarmed] Sangwoo... blood’s...

Sangwoo: Hm?

Bum: Dripping on your clothes...

Sangwoo, yelling: Fuck, tissues! Tissues! Get me some tissues!

Bum: [Hurriedly reaches into side door for tissues, but comes up empty] I-I can’t find any...

Sangwoo: Then lick it.

Bum: ...What?

Sangwoo: [Veins visibly pronounced on his neck] Are you deaf?! I said, lick it!!

[Bum hesitantly but willingly leans over to lick the corner of Sangwoo’s mouth. Sangwoo suddenly sees a man run out in front of his car, he is instantly alarmed and brakes hard. He hit the man. Bum and Sangwoo are both sitting in the stopped car, panting and freaked out. Sangwoo gets out of the car.]

Bum: Sangwoo...

[Sangwoo surveys the scene. He hit a deer, which lays dead on the road. He looks up to see his car hit a light pole, engine hissing.

The scene switches to an elderly couple, sitting in their car. They see Sangwoo’s accident and decide to stop.]

Wife: Dear, look! There’s been an accident!

Husband, to his wife: Roadkill, maybe? The car looks like it’s been smashed in, too.

Old man: [talking to Sangwoo, who is looking at the damage on his car] Are you okay? Looks like you had an accident, do you need help?

Sangwoo: I’m fine! Is there an auto shop nearby?

Wife: There’s nothing around here... Even if you call them, it’ll take over 2 hours...

Sangwoo: Haha... this isn’t good. 

Wife: Let’s take a look. Oh, boy, that’s pretty serious. And of all the places to get into an accident... I have the number of a nearby police station. [Bum, sitting in the car, has overheard her, a simple speech bubble reads “!” next to him]

Sangwoo: Ah... how long will it take them to get here?

Wife: They’ll probably get here in around 30 to 40 minutes. I’ll call them for you...

[Sangwoo grabs her hand that’s holding the phone]

Sangwoo: Wait. I was wondering, if it’s not too much trouble, can you tow our car a little ways?? I have tow ropes with me, you see...

Wife: Eh...

Sangwoo: Please...

[Elderly wife’s face is surprised as she looks up at Sangwoo peering down onto her. She blushes red and gives him a smile before agreeing.]

Wife: Ahh... O-OK then! That doesn’t sound too hard!

[The couple agree to tow Sangwoo’s car behind their own, while Sangwoo and Bum ride in the back of their car making small talk.]

Wife: A hiking tip with just the two of you... so are you two close? 

Sangwoo: [grinning] Yes, we’re co-workers! [Sangwoo is holding his bag of apples, offering it to the couple.] It’s not much, but please have some. They’re very good!

Wife: Oh my, so many! They’re so red, I’m sure they’ll be delicious! 

[Both the husband and wife take a bite and dislike the taste, judging by the looks of disdain on their faces as Sangwoo smiles in the back. Sangwoo then leans forward, and points to a tall building.]

Sangwoo: Ah! Could you drop us off there?

***

[The couple is standing outside the cars with Sangwoo and Bum. Their luggage is between them as they exchange pleasantries.]

Sangwoo: [bowing to the husband] We arrived here on time thanks to you!

Husband: Oh, it’s alright. We were just trying to help... That rundown inn probably doesn’t even have an elevator... You’ll have to carry all those bags up and down the stairs. Do you want some help?

Sangwoo: Oh, no, no! We’re fine, really! You’ve done enough!

Husband: [reaches down to pick up the largest bag, despite Sangwoo’s insistence] Bah, we don’t mind~ We already helped you this much, we might as well!

[Sangwoo’s fists tighten as the old man leans down, about to pick up the bag]

Husband: This bag is so big, what do you have in here??

[Sangwoo’s patience has worn out, and he grabs the man’s hand abruptly]

Sangwoo: Ahaha, mister! You’ll end up hurting your back attempting to impress your wife~ You’re not a young man anymore. [Sangwoo’s playful smile fades, showing that Sangwoo is serious] You should be careful... right?

Husband: Wh-what...

[Sangwoo leans down and grabs the bag the man had his hands on, and settles it on his back with a “Hup!”]

Sangwoo: Bum, I’ll leave the rest to you~

Husband: [in a shocked, angry tone] Wh-what did you just...

Wife: Dear, let’s just go...

***

[Sangwoo is outside with a tow truck, talking to the driver. Bum is sitting on a bed  inside the inn. Sangwoo comes back up to the room to talk to Bum.]

Sangwoo: They said it’ll take a full day... I guess we’re stuck here, then. Come outside.

***

[Sangwoo and Bum are now walking through a rural trail]

Bum, thinking: Why did we come here... A date? What the hell is he thinking?! [Bum proceeds to stumble, SFW reads “Crack!” Sangwoo looks behind him at Bum, who fell. Sangwoo offers Bum his hand, and Bum looks at it warily. He looks up at Sangwoo, who looks down on him peacefully. Sangwoo helps him up and begins brushing him off.]

Sangwoo: Be careful. Or are you doing this because it’s not your clothes? [Sangwoo proceeds to gently grab Bum’s hand and begin walking again. Bum stares at their hands in slight awe.]

Sangwoo: We’re almost there. Hold on, just a little bit more. 

[Panels are shown of them walking through more wooded area before arriving at a creek. Sangwoo announces they’re arrived, then proceeds to look for something. Bum doesn’t understand or know what he’s looking for]

Sangwoo: It should be near here... Where is it?

[Bum lets Sangwoo wander for wat he’s looking for, and looks down to spot a frog stuck on a rock, unable to hop. He leans down to pick it up and hop away when he spots police tape underneath his foot, in the creek bed.]

Bum: Huh? What’s this?

[Sangwoo looks up from his search to see what Bum’s talking about, and immediately becomes aggressive upon spotting the tape underneath his foot. Bum picks up the tape, confused]

Sangwoo, aggressively: What the fuck!! Move! You’re heavy!

[Sangwoo kicks Bum into the creek, taking the tape from him as he falls in, getting wet. Bum is confused, and stares at Sangwoo as he walks off with the tape.]

Sangwoo: Agh. Damn it, you stepped all over it. Fucking idiot.

[Sangwoo looks down at the tape, looking melancholy as he remembers piggyback carrying his father’s body out into the woods when he was younger. He reflects on digging a hole for the body. He walks away to tie the tape around a tree. Underneath the tree, there is a large piece of plastic, a shovel, and rope, neatly laid down. Sangwoo sets an apple next to these items, before touching the tree and walking away.]

Sangwoo: Let’s go.

Bum: A-Already? [Bum is hugging himself, trembling from the cold river] Sangwoo...!

***

[It is now night time with a full moon out. Bum and Sangwoo are now standing in front of the front desk clerk of the inn, talking about how Bum slipped while hiking.]

Clerk: Oh my, you were hiking and you slipped? Are you okay? You’ll catch a cold... We have a brand new bath with good water. It’s 8,000 won, give it a try.

Sangwoo: No, it’s fine.

Clerk: You might be fine, but the young man behind you is shivering!

[Sangwoo glances behind him to Bum, who is return ducks his head to avoid meeting eyes. The clerk continues on.]

Clerk: There’s no-one inside right now, so go ahead and warm yourself up~

[Sangwoo looks at Bum, noticing how he shivers]

***

[Sangwoo and Bum are in the bath now. Sangwoo is sitting in the large tub already, waiting for Bum to get in. He stands right outside the tub with a towel shrouding him.]

Sangwoo: What are you doing? Get in already.

[Bum continues anxiously to hide himself behind a towel, not wanting Sangwoo to see. As he gets in, he takes the towel off, making sure Sangwoo doesn’t see him naked.]

Bum: Sorry... [Bum looks up to see Sangwoo won’t hold his gaze] Did I do something wrong...?

Sangwoo: Something wrong? Of course you did. Even if you didn’t do it on purpose... Anyone would get angry if you stepped on their dad.

[As this revelation strikes Bum, he begins talking to Sangwoo, but Sangwoo sinks underneath the water so he doesn’t hear Bum talking to him.]

Bum: Ah?! Then... that was...  S-Sangwoo? [Bum says nothing more while he waits for Sangwoo to reemerge. He is taken by surprise when Sangwoo pulls on his ankles, sliding him forward towards where Sangwoo emerges right in front of Bum.] Sangwoo...

Sangwoo: That person wasn’t a good father or anything... so I’ll forgive you this once! 

[Bum casts his eyes downwards, his face growing red]

Sangwoo: Hm? Your face is growing super red... Hm? Are you crying? Why??

Bum: I-I’m sorry... I’m so sorry!! [Bum puts his hands up to his face, attempting to hide his tears. Sangwoo pulls them down before putting his head to Bum’s chest]

Sangwoo: You’re always like this. You’re always so hot and wet. That’s why it’s so clear with you. And that’s why I always know what I need to do...

***

[Bum is asleep in their room, and it’s later in the night. He wakes up to a sliding noise.]

Bum, thinking: What’s that sound... [Sangwoo is sitting on his lap, fully clothed, moving to unzip Bum’s pants after he’d already pushed up his shirt.] My clothes... Sangwoo’s taking them of-- [Bum is suddenly awake and alarmed at Sangwoo on top of him] 

Bum, out loud: Ah!

Sangwoo: Are you awake?

Bum: Sangwoo... don’t tell me we’re... But... it still really hurts... from before... If you could do it a little slowly...

Sangwoo: You’re kinda short sighted, aren’t you? Look over to your right.

[Bum follows Sangwoo’s order, looking to his right. He finds Jieun’s corpse laying onto the bed next to him, immediately beginning to panic]

Sangwoo, using Bum’s words: “Take it slowly...”

[Bum looks up at Sangwoo, panicked, as Sangwoo finishes his next sentence]

Sangwoo: If you make a mess, you need to clean it up nicely...

To be continuedoh m