#or else it's the opposite for me where only a couple songs are good and the rest are all skips

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

The boys finding out about Y/n

luke hughes x actress reader

word count: 1.1 k

note: fr loving these two so much at the moment!

It was summer at the lake house, a time Luke usually loved. Not to say he wasn’t having fun with his brothers and friends on the lake everyday, he just desperately missed his girlfriend. Missed being able to call or text her at any time, with her being in Scotland filming a movie they were in different time zones, and he had yet to tell his brothers and friends about her yet so he couldn’t even bitch to anyone about it. In Luke's time he could only chat with her from lunch to dinner time, of course the time of day he was most busy with the people there.

Today was a more casual day with the boys staying in the backyard of the house. So finally Luke had time to text Y/n, sitting inside at the kitchen island, only him inside everyone else had made their way outside. So engrossed in the text conversation he was having, Luke didn’t notice his brother walking into the kitchen.

Jack walked into the kitchen looking for another beer, what he hadn’t thought he’d find was his little brother’s eyes glued to his phone, blushing, so obviously talking to a girl. And being an older sibling, an older brother at that, it was his job to tease Luke about girls. Quinn did to him, so he has to for Luke. Do unto others what others have done unto you. That's how the saying goes, right? 

“What’s got you so smiley?” the boy asked, in a sing-song voice. Causing Luke’s head to shoot up, not knowing Jack was even in the room. He decides to respond, casually so as to not cause suspicion, “Nobody.” he replies, turning his phone face down on the island.

“Sure didn’t look like nobody.” grabbing a beer from the fridge, Jack leans over the counter of the island opposite to Luke, continuing, “Lukey, you can tell me.” “It’s not that I can’t tell you, it’s that I don’t want to.” “That’s rude, why don’t you want to tell me?” “Cause you won’t believe me.” On Luke’s side that was probably the dumbest thing to say at that moment, just a prompt for Jack to continue asking until Luke caves and just tells him. But he never said he was good at thinking through his decisions, that’s how he ended up with Y/n in the first place. And to Jack, what the fuck does that mean, know he has to know. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“Nothing.” the younger brother says, quickly, getting up to grab a drink, as to look more casually and not like he was freaking out inside. “That’s fine, you don’t have to tell me.” Jack concluded, walking outside to the group, beer in hand. That set off a couple red flags in Luke’s head, Jack came to the conclusion of giving up far too fast by Jack standards. After pondering for a moment, the boy quickly turns to where he was sitting, no longer seeing his phone where he sat it nicely, face-down, on the counter. He then hears distantly from outside, “Lukey has a girlfriend!” This causes him to run outside in an instant.

“What’s your password Lukey.. Or do I not want to see it?” Jack’s comment caused the guys to laugh at Luke’s expense. “Jack give me my phone.” “Jack give him his phone.” Quinn buts in, still laughing at Luke's expense but having some mercy on him, but when Jack doesn’t acknowledge Quinn or Luke’s demand. Then of course the worst of the worst happens, a notification pops up on Luke’s phone. “Who is this from?” the boy holding the phone says, looking at the screen and seeing the contact name ‘y/n (heart x3)’ 

Luke didn’t even try to fight for his phone anymore, he guesses deep down he wanted something like this to happen. He wanted to at least tell his brothers this summer, but as summer continued he just couldn’t muster up the courage to tell them, and it coming out like this was jumping right into the deep end and maybe that was what he needed.

“...Y/n? You’re talking to a girl with the same name as Y/n L/n?” “This crush is becoming more of an obsession, hughesy.” Alex adds onto Jack's point. “It’s because it is her.” Luke finally confesses, walking over and snatching his phone from his brother.

“Yeah fucking right! No offence Lukey.. But not in your wildest dreams.” “Oh, Taylor reference.” “It is her, and I can prove it to you.” In his heart he knew he didn’t have to because she loved him, and he loved her. But god, Luke wanted to prove it to see the look on his brother’s and friends’ faces. “Okay go ahead.” And with that Luke sent Y/n a text saying, ‘Is it okay if we call for you to meet my brothers?’ Luke knew it would be a yes, Y/n had been asking when she would get to meet his brothers, it was always Luke who softly shot it down. And the answer is if fact clearly yes when he gets a facetime call, that he accepts right away. “Yes. I want to meet your brothers! Where are they?” “Hey we’re here too!” Cole yells, in reference to him, Alex, Trevor, and Dylan. 

Luke sets up his phone to lean on a cup, which was on the small table next to his chair. “Hi! I’m- wait have you intro- I just will. I’m Y/n!” The girl on the small phone says, waving enthusiastically. “Trust, we know.” Alex mumbles, himself and everyone else in shock.

“Holy shit.” “No fucking way” “You should come here and actually meet us.” 

“Is he paying you?” After Dylan said this, Luke put an end to this meeting. “Okay, I’m leaving because I only have this next half hour with her. I’ll be in my room.” All the boys watched as Luke walked back into the house. “I can’t believe that.”

“Sorry about them.” Luke mumbles, closing the door to his room. “Don’t be, I’ve been wanting to meet them.. What would you think of me coming there like, I think it was Trevor said..” “I would say, come at your own risk.” The girl chuckles, grabbing her planner and bringing it onto her lap. “I leave Scotland late tomorrow, then I fly to New York for a photoshoot, but that will only be for that day. I was planning on staying there just because I didn’t have plans but I can go see you instead.” “Are you sure, cause it’s going to be what just happened times ten.” “I’m sure, I want to actually meet your brothers where you can’t just walk me away from them when you get embarrassed. And to meet your parents.” “Okay. I’m excited to see you.” “I am too, I’ve missed you so much.” 

The couple continued to talk for the half an hour they had, before Y/n had to leave for the cast dinner. And when Luke returned to the group, it was never ending questions. 

[baptismbaby]

✩ LIKE A DOG WITH A BIRD AT YOUR DOOR PT. 2

toxic!ellie x toxic! reader warnings: EVEN MORE ANGST. spontaneous smut but it's depressing honestly. super short because it's just a follow up. no one is happy song to listen to: waiting room by phoebe bridgers creds to elliesgalaxy on pinterest for ellie pic wc: 2.8k<3 part one

It’s been a week since you’ve broken up with Ellie. The first couple of days, she was calling and texting you but you ignored them. Dina sent a few to let you know she was there for you. You were slowly rotting away in bed, only getting up to use the bathroom. You haven’t showered since the day after. You were gonna go to your class but decided against it and haven’t shown up to any of them. You emailed your professor to let him know you “caught a bug” and if he could send you what he went over and the homework for it. You were finally caught up which meant you could sleep again. You had put Ellie’s t-shirt over a bear and would cuddle with it all day and night. 

You found yourself picking up your phone to see if Ellie texted you. You kept reading what she sent you: “I fucked up. Please talk to me. I just want to see your sweet face again. Please give me a chance to fix this.”

You felt stupid. You wanted to forgive her so bad, it was eating at you. You hated being away from her and you knew you’d love her no matter what. No one else could make you happy like she made you but you didn’t want to worry about her cheating again. You would go crazy.

As you read the texts over and over again, something told you to get out of bed and get yourself cleaned up. Take a walk, get fresh air, finally eat something so you don’t feel so sick all the time. You raised up and sat at the edge of your bed, fighting with yourself over what you should do. You counted down from five and stood up, your heavy feet carrying you to the bathroom. You discarded your clothes and turned the water on to cold. You stepped in, cursing under your breath and warming it up slightly. You started to feel slightly better as you shampooed your hair. You washed the grit off your body and stepped out, too lazy to use conditioner. You took out your hair dryer and stepped in front of the mirror, a sigh escaping your lips. You still looked dirty. You had dark circles and your eyes were red from crying. Your face even looked swollen. You have never looked this bad in your life. You were going insane without Ellie.

You shoved on some sweatpants, a hoodie and converse and made your way to the door. You stepped out and looked around, the hallway eerily quiet. Almost everyone was either in a class or out doing something with friends. You started to walk with no idea where you were going. The closest exit was to the left of you and yet you continued onto the opposite side. You slowed to a stop, your stomach aching as you turned to face a door. Ellie’s door.

“What the fuck am I doing?” you mumbled. You shrugged it off as muscle memory. You never went this way unless you were going to Ellie’s dorm. You sighed loudly, trying to internally convince yourself to leave. But your body refused to move. You felt stiff. You heard something fall in her room, making you jump. You were about to leave when the door opened. Ellie stood there, her mouth open and her eyes puffy. 

“It is you,” she whispered, her voice deep from exhaustion. 

You were frozen. You had no idea what to say. You didn’t even plan on seeing her and yet you couldn’t force yourself to go. She looked as awful as you did.

“Come in,” she said, stepping aside. Without hesitating, you walked inside and stood there. The clothes she took from your room looked as if Ellie threw them on the floor. Ellie walked past you and sat down on her bed, staring into space. You inched forward, slowly sitting down next to her but keeping a safe distance. It felt weird being in the same room as Ellie.

“So,” Ellie breathed. “How’ve you been?”

“Not good,” you uttered.

“Me neither.”

You started to bounce your knee. You were anxious, afraid to speak in case you broke down or started yelling at her. You definitely couldn’t handle an argument right now.

“I didn’t mean to come here,” you admitted.

“That’s fine.”

“I was going to take a walk outside.”

“That sounds nice.”

You glanced up at Ellie and made eye contact. You could tell she was mentally beating herself up. She looked so tired, hurt, guilty. 

“I took a shower today.”

Ellie tried to smile but it looked more like a grimace. “That’s good. I need one. It’s been two days.”

“I went a week without one.”

“Oh. You never skip a shower.”

“No, I don’t.”

This was too awkward. You needed to say something to break the ice. You felt since you were already here, you should talk to her about everything that happened.

“You haven’t spoken to Lila, right?”

Ellie shook her head. “Absolutely not. Dina got her kicked out.”

Before you could ask how, you suddenly remembered. Jesse was one of the resident assistants. You couldn’t wait to call Dina and thank her. You were scared you’d run into Lila somehow.

“I blocked her on everything and deleted her number. I even told her off,” she continued.

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, I know.”

You inhaled deeply and shifted, trying not to let any tears fall when a question popped into your head that you were unsure if you wanted the answer to.

“Can you tell me why?” you asked.

Ellie sighed and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “I’m not sure if I know. It was a mistake.”

“But you do know, Ellie. I’m not stupid. I know you like the back of my hand. You can be irrational sometimes but you never do anything unless you’ve thought it through. Be honest because there’s not gonna be another chance of us talking about this.”

“Why can’t you accept that this was one of those irrational moments then?”

“Because that’s not enough!” you shouted. You groaned and rubbed your temples, trying hard to calm down. But it wasn’t working. Before you knew it, the tears started to fall and they wouldn’t stop.

“I-I need to understand why,” you sobbed. “I don’t understand and I want to. You’re all I-I’ve ever known and I don’t want to start over with someone else. I can’t, Ellie! There will never be someone else, it’ll always be you! It’s always been you. But I don’t know how to forgive you so I can move past this. I-I can’t unless you tell me, Ellie.”

“I-I think it’s because… you’re all I’ve ever known too. And I was jealous of my friends who got to experiment. I didn’t plan on acting on it when Lila made a move on me but I kept thinking it was my chance. And I hated it. I regret it so much.”

Her answer felt like a punch to your gut. You were hoping she’d say something different instead of what you thought it would be. You haven’t been taking care of yourself as punishment. You blamed yourself. Did she get bored?

“I-I did everything I could to show my love to you, Ellie. Why? Was it not enough?”

Ellie stood up and began to pace around the room, hiding her face behind her hands as her shoulders shook. She uncovered her mouth to speak. “You’ve always been enough for me.”

“But I wasn’t giving you what you wanted?”

“Please,” she begged. She kneeled down in front of you but you avoided her gaze. “You gave me everything and more. I was stupid. I-I told you, why can’t we move past this?”

“I can’t stop thinking about how you looked at her in that video she sent me. You looked so… I don’t know. Not in love but happy. I think that’s worse than the act itself. You weren’t sorry until you were caught. I think it would’ve lasted a lot longer had I not walked in on you two.”

“Believe me when I say I was going to tell you. I meant everything I said last time.”

She reached out to grab your face but you pushed her hands away, Ellie fighting back hard to get a grip on your head to force you to look at her.

“Listen to me,” she pleaded. “I love you. I will give you my password to my phone. I will text you every minute of the day to update you. I will do anything to prove I’m not doing anything and that I will never do anything again!”

You wept harder, your tears falling down and landing in your lap. “I-I want to believe you so badly.”

“Try. Just try.”

She leaned forward and kissed you. You reciprocated and wrapped your arms around her, pulling her in to deepen the kiss. You had no idea what you were doing yet you couldn’t stop. You missed the taste of her lips so much. 

Ellie pushed you back gently and crawled on top of you.

“Ellie,” you whimpered. “I’m so mad at you.”

“I know, baby.”

She pressed her lips gently along your jawline. She tugged the neckline of your sweater down to kiss all over your chest. You lifted it up over your head and threw it down on the floor. Ellie did the same to herself and pressed her body against yours. You held her close as she licked your collarbone all the way up to your ear. “I missed you.”

You couldn’t get the tears to stop flowing as her hands pushed your sweatpants down. You wanted this so bad but it was killing you. You knew you wouldn’t be able to leave if you went through with this. Ellie took her boxers off and dropped them onto the ground. She hovered over you, her eyes dancing along every inch of your face.

“You’re so beautiful,” Ellie said in a low voice. She kissed you again, more passionately than before. You shoved her down on the bed next to you and threw your leg over her waist, holsting yourself up so you were now on top of her. You lifted her thigh over yours and pressed your pussy to hers. Ellie moaned, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. The two of you grinded against each other, filling the room with obscene noises. The image of Ellie kissing Lila flashed before your eyes, making you whine as you cried harder. You couldn’t help but to think just how sad the whole situation was. It was strange having sex with Ellie. The two of you always had a connection yet you felt closer to her than you did before. Neither of you could stop crying. Somehow it made everything more intimate.

Ellie lifted you up and flipped you over onto the bed. She stared deeply into your eyes, her chest red and rising up quickly with every breath she took. She stuck two fingers inside of you and watched your body react to the feeling.

“Pretty girl,” Ellie cooed softly. 

As she fucked you gently with her fingers, you reached up and dug your nails into her skin. You dragged them down along her arms, deep enough for it to draw a little blood. It was a way of getting her back for what she did to you. Ellie didn’t mind it though. She threw her head back and moaned when you did it again. 

Ellie slid a third finger in and curled them upwards, hitting your g-spot. You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed more.

“Ellie,” you whispered. “I-I need something else.”

Ellie pulled her fingers out and quickly got off the bed to get the box that was slid underneath it. She opened it and pulled out a dildo and a harness, putting it together as fast as she could and sliding into it. She got back on top of you and caressed your cheek.

“I love you so much,” she said softly.

“I love you, Ellie.”

She wrapped her arms around you before thrusting into you. Your mouth fell open, letting out a gasp. You gripped onto Ellie’s shoulders as her hips rolled, her pace slow and steady.

“I wish you could see how beautiful you are right now,” Ellie mumbled.

“Sh, Ellie. I-I just want to feel you right now.”

Ellie knew why you didn’t want her to speak but felt hurt by your choice of words anyway. Even while doing this, you still didn’t believe her.

“You’re my girl,” Ellie continued. “You’ll always be my girl.”

Ellie shut her eyes and pulled out of you, lying down next to you and placing a hand on your waist. You stayed silent as a tear rolled down Ellie’s cheek. She tugged the harness down her legs and threw it back into the box, muttering something about how she’d clean it later before laying back down. She brushed your hair out of your face and gave you a sad smile. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I know… it was a bit much. It was a lot for me too. Maybe I shouldn’t have started anything.”

“Don’t,” said Ellie. “I don’t regret it at all. It was nice.”

You adjusted on the bed so that you were facing Ellie on your side. The light from the window made it seem like she was glowing. Her green eyes looked brighter than usual. 

“Can you tell me what I can do to fix this?” 

“I don’t know if there’s anything that can be done to fix it right now,” you responded.

Ellie sighed. “Is there anything I can do for you right now, then?”

“Hold me.”

You raised up and rested your head on Ellie’s shoulder, her cheek pressed against your hair and her fingers drawing circles on your arm. The warmth of her body nearly lulled you to sleep but you tried to stay awake. You would never leave if you woke up in her arms.

“This is over, isn’t it?” inquired Ellie.

“Yeah…”

The both of you started bawling at the same time, holding each other closer to comfort one another. Although it killed you, this was the closure you needed to be able to work on yourself and get over it. 

“I think I need time to figure things out. We both do. And once we’ve had some time apart, maybe we could try being together again. But not anytime soon.”

“I’d like that a lot,” Ellie muttered with a sniffle.

“Good.”

The both of you laid there, soaking each other up for the last time before you had to go. You wanted to say something but felt everything that needed to be said was said already. 

“I wish you didn’t have to go,” said Ellie, breaking the silence.

“I know. Me too.”

“Maybe you don’t have to.”

“I have to, Els.”

Ellie held you tighter, burying her face in the crook of your neck. She inhaled deeply to take in your scent.

“I think I should leave now,” you said. You pulled away from her, getting choked up from the loss of touch. You wanted to lay back down again, take everything back and try again now but knew that time apart is what the both of you needed. Ellie needed time to reflect as did you. You knew it would be difficult but it would be worth it in the end.

Ellie helped you get dressed and got dressed herself. The two of you stood there awkwardly, just waiting for the other to speak. You held your arms out in hopes she would hug you. She smiled and scooped you up, holding you tightly against her chest. 

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, Els. I’ll see you around.”

Ellie set you down and grabbed your hand. She led you to the door and opened it for you. You slowly slipped out of her grip, turning back to get another look before going back to your dorm. Ellie leaned against the frame, her eyes glistening as she tried hard not to break down. You made it to the door and looked back to see Ellie was peeking out of hers to watch you go inside. You smiled and chuckled softly.

“I made it safely,” you called out.

“I know. Just had to make sure.”

This was something the two of you have been doing since y’all started college. Usually once you got inside, Ellie would text you something stupid. You wondered if she would as you turned the knob and shut the door behind you. Before you could start to process everything that happened, your phone beeped. You began to cry and laugh as you read the text Ellie sent.

Making sure you didn’t fall on your way to the bed

I stumbled a little but made it just fine

Good. I love you. See you whenever.

I love you too.

[fatesundress]

⭑ life of the party. tom riddle x reader

summary. when one game is ruined, another begins.

tags. explicitly fem afab reader, smut with as minimal plot as i can physically allow myself, minors SCRAMMM, loosely implied hogwarts university au as always, flirting via mutually assured jealousy, impeccable communication skills, established relationship, the guy the reader is talking to gets annoyed she doesn’t want him but he doesn’t do anything, religious undertones that might have accidentally become overtones, party setting (background drinking & general degeneracy), probably the meanest tom i’ll ever write and i still tried making him nice because lots of heavy jealousy tropes are misogynistic icks fo me, fingering, piv, a little degradation but that's life, fawwwk the weeknd but the song this is based on is so sexy, etc

note. Me writing this: nightguard: ON, religious themes: RIFE, shame: ABOUNDING. i am so embarrassed by this. have i mentioned smut doesn’t come naturally to me? i don’t even know how i got here. i’m on heelys at the proverbial skatepark and everyone else apprenticed under tony hawk. Do you understand? ok.

word count. 4.5k

request. yes!

He is what he is. Stoic, sacred, silent and then verbose. You knew he had his fixations before you knew him at all — no one made top of every class without a shadow of obsession to contrast the glint of their excellence — but you could not anticipate how that obsession might translate when applied to a person. You’re not sure he had either.

He is what he is. The muggle world taught him religion and in it he learned only the tenor of devotion. When his fingers take your jaw, trace slow at the stripes of your thighs, steady your hips from under you and hold tight, there’s reverence in it. His kisses don’t wane with the months gone by; they soften with purpose. They rouse with hunger. His eyes don’t waver. Should a good man gaze upon his altar? Should he smile like sin when he gets on his knees? 

He does.

Tom Riddle is what he is and you solemnise in equal part.

You don’t come to these things often, taken aback by the sight of the Slytherin common room in ribbons and banners tattered within the first hour of the night. Bottles glow green in the lake-light on every available surface, scattered about the place and spilled in sticky puddles. 

You’re a wallflower tonight, though not for lack of options. You observe from a comfortable distance the drunken antics of new adults, free to carry their liquor in hand rather than hidden away in pockets and pillowcases. There’s something vaguely entertaining about it, intoxicating where someone else might mind their business and actually get intoxicated, but you see no harm done. Whispers fall on your ears before the rumours make their rounds, couples slink away in the darkness where someone in the crowd might not notice, and the night’s first instance of someone hurrying up the stairs in tears comes barrelling right past you. You invent a story for why to keep yourself busy. 

It’s all just buzz.

Now, if you don’t come often, he certainly doesn’t.

Tonight, he has, and for reasons explicable but few, you’ve found yourselves on opposite sides of the room.

It began on the green couch by the window with a chess set spilled across the velvet — a bet you made with him upon arrival; you find wizard’s chess trite, Tom finds it feckless, but it makes for a good challenge. 

What else could convince a man so perpetually controlled to pour himself a drink? And you imagine, from his perspective: what else could convince a woman so determined to outwit him?

It’s for no nefarious reason — to slight him or see him stumble — but because you love the fractions of relief that colour him, soften him, temper him. It’s because he loves you in every shade, in every pliancy, in each and every fervour. But mostly it’s because you love kindly to best him, and he loves mirthfully to best you.

So you play. The game is slow and teasing, hard to see in the ripples of the lake, and toppled over in the final moves (which you’ll insist you were winning) by the same swaying body that spills its drink down the front of your dress. And so you’re up, brushing your index finger over the corner of Tom’s sudden scowl. You whisper like a joke not to kill anyone but he’s so quick to look like he might that you consider repeating yourself with more conviction.

You poke at the spot where his jaw is tense. “I’ll be right back.”

Drying liquor from lace is a matter of precision even with magic, and this is half-gelatinous like someone raided the kitchen’s supply of jelly and steeped it in something offensively alcoholic. You utilise the clearer light of the Slytherin girl’s lavatory, wetting your dress before evaporating the water from it. There’s the matter then of transforming the stained fabric back to its original colour, and you huff in the mirror at having a game you thought you didn’t care much for ruined so close to its end.

You care about Tom, though. The omphalos of your issue resides there.

(It is fair to say most of your issues reside there.)

With only minutes gone by, the common room crowd looks doubled when you return, and though you wade through you’re pushed back like debris caught in a tide, the bodies more stubborn rubble than you. So you retreat, stand flush at the wall with your arms crossed, and wait for Tom’s eyes to land on yours. To, perhaps, open your mind and let him in, tell him exhaustedly from afar that the game is at rest and you’re ready to leave.

But even he’s hard to find in the bodies unified in breath, flux like a big set of lungs —  and nothing about Tom blurs into the background.

So you wait. You wallflower. You pour yourself a drink.

The moment stretches on longer than anticipated, and after many detached observations of the room, someone else finds you instead. He’s tall, blond to Tom's inkwell black, kissed by summer sun even as autumn soothes its blister. Your gaze wavers back to him a few times though his own is uncertain for all its focus. He seems to be waiting for you to stop, perhaps for the silhouette of someone else to slip by and prove you were looking at them instead. When no one else comes, he traverses the crowd with a straightened inch of pride, stepping through new colours until he’s close enough to you that the light settles emerald-black and you can see the great chasm of his beauty up close. 

His freckles are carefully dusted, his structure strong, all squarish, rugged lines and shades of August.

The chasm is not a lack of allure, per se, it’s just a lack of him. One man’s August to your adherent’s December, the intention of his warmth, a thing that does not come to him like everything else but that he makes and makes and mends when it lapses because he does not want to see you cold. The singular reward of a rarity like that.

“Hi," you say, glancing over a broad shoulder.

“Evening," he responds. He takes you in with a look of (unappreciated) appreciation. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”

“No, we haven’t.”

He extends a hand. “Oliver Belby.”

“Pleasure.”

You don't offer much in the way of conversation. He’ll vie for your attention regardless of how much of it you offer. So you lean against the wall where the buzz of sound prickles your hair, let him talk, let his hand come up to rest beside your head, and you find Tom.

He’s right where you left him, a new clearing in the crowd making space for your eyes to meet.

His are ice even at a distance. As if you proselytise — as if you could — kneel for another man or let one kneel before you, all of your trysts together faithless.

They aren’t. He must know they aren’t.

But you put yourself here and standing at the target of his gaze has never been marred by the severity of it.

You decide then; when one game is ruined, another begins.

In truth, you can’t deny the element of theatrics in the way Tom denies everyone but you: his soft, penitent smile, the apologetic cant of his head, how his eyes can find you in any crowd and whoever is clinging onto his every word that night will follow his gaze and deflate when they discover you at the end of it. Sometimes it’s harsh. Final. He lacks the patience of pretence. 

Sometimes, the week is dull. Sometimes, the whoever is undeterred. Sometimes you’ve pushed him here. 

No — You’ve never done that before. This is new.

So it’s one of those weeks, and one of those whoevers, on an anomaly you may as well have directed the encounter yourself, and Tom is half-indulgent as he forces his eyes away and you force yours to stay. 

You watch him from across the room as the woman drapes herself across the arm of his chair. There's a furious blush on her cheeks even in the dark, a pretty disarray to her shoulder-length hair, skirts pleated over knees she faces toward him. She smiles and offers him a glass of something, and you know for certain Tom understands this game because he accepts it, eyes flicking back to you as he swirls the glass in contest. 

To that you take an inappreciable sip of your own.

“ — Which is why no one has even attempted to kill one in decades. And capturing one is another thing entirely. My mother works with the Greeks on occasion, and the nearest she came to a den was in the twenties. If she had gone any nearer I wouldn’t be here.”

“Hm?” You look back at the man in front of you. His lips glisten with having licked them between every phrase.

“The manticores,” he says, undeterred.

“Right. Five-X beasts, aren’t they?”

“That’s what I said. I heard from one of my mother’s colleagues that — ”

The woman is whispering something in Tom’s ear, her hair on his cheek. He’s looking at you as if you had said the words. You don't shy away when Oliver leans in to whisper too. It's a strange, fractured language. Too intimate while too detached. Whispers from across the room, desire from another in the place of desire for each other. But the strangeness should not surprise you anymore. This is Tom: beautiful and wicked and the one you chose.

“ — And Nundus are worse. Deadliest creature there is — ”

She’s laughing about something, the woman. Half-reserved, she’s angled toward the party despite her leaning on his shoulder and the dissipating inches of distance.

“ — They stalk in silence. Think of the size of one, right? They’re apex predators… so commanding and still they could be in front of you one instant and gone the next.”

You engage with detached interest. “Really?”

And now Oliver barricades your view, his other hand coming to rest on your other shoulder.

“Do we have any classes together?”

You blink up at him. “No.”

“No, right,” he says, eyes darting to your lips. “I’d remember you.” 

His hand comes up to cup your cheek, and you wonder if for some men one-sided discussions of class five beasts qualify as foreplay.

You place a hand on his chest, eyebrows raised and half a startled smile curled. 

“You’re not going to kiss me," you inform him.

His face falls, but with it, at least, does his hand.

“Did you hear me?"

“It’s loud,” he decides suddenly. “Can we go somewhere else?”

You’re not sure you believe that. 

You duck under an arm and search the crowd again. The woman is on the arm of the chair looking thoroughly dismayed, and for good reason —

Tom is gone. 

Your breath is caught.

“This isn’t… You’re not going to…?”

You flash Oliver with a glare. “So you did hear me.”

He makes a pathetically sad face, and you think: it’s a wonder he made it this far when his courtship evidently hinges on the subject of his affection not listening to a word out of his mouth.

“Goodnight, Oliver,” you say tersely.

“What was that for, then?” he asks, and it comes out practically whined.

“That was talking.”

“But you’re —”

“Belby.”

He is what he is. It shouldn’t surprise you when he appears beside you all fatal rage on a quiet lead, narrowly fixed to you. 

Tom’s cold is his median temperature, yes, but in moments like this it’s as much for you as his handmade warmth. He’d pluck the fingers off a boy like Oliver. The digits would string eaves like icicles.

Oliver is looking between you and Tom like something terrible has dawned on him, hands urged to his pockets to soothe the flames your unveiled ties to a man seemingly singed him with.

“Riddle — Mate, I didn’t… I didn’t know she was…”

Tom’s voice is flat, edged with something that makes his monotony sound merciful. “Pity. If only you knew as much as you talked.”

Oliver’s mouth opens and closes and opens again, but wisely he settles on silence instead of excuses, and wastes no time fleeing slowly into the crowd. 

The instant he's stolen by the wave Tom's eyes are on yours and they’re molten. You move to say something but his patience was for show — he’s dragging you by the arm out of the common room and into one of the dungeon's empty classrooms without giving you the chance.

“Tom —" You start to protest, mouth twisted in a scowl. “Tom, you're being —"

He shuts the door behind you and locks it with such delicacy your breath catches at the question of how badly he's holding himself back right now.

“I'm being what?"

“You're…" It's hard to formulate an answer when he's like this. “It was a game. Don’t pretend you weren’t playing too."

Tom inches in, chest rising with angry breaths. “A game, was it? Did he know that?"

“Did she?” you hiss.

“It certainly became apparent when she was discarded so that I might retrieve you.”

“It was as apparent to Belby, judging by the way he was left gawking.”

“And with great restraint I let him. A mercy I didn’t take his eyes so he was left without the ability.”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, now I understand; the problem wasn’t the game, it’s that I played it better than you.”

He looks at you for a long time before casting a silencing charm on the room.

Oh.

Oh — your heart barrels off somewhere. You’re without it for a moment, breathless in the wake of the implication of a spell like that.

“Tom," you say politically, “It was hardly a matter of rescuing.”

He nods imperceptibly. “No, it wasn’t.”

“So we’re in agreement.”

He hums a non-answer.

Each step he takes forward, you take back. It's a peculiar way to have a conversation, but part of the game, you suppose.

Interesting he’s still playing.

You still gasp when you inevitably hit the wall, hands going to the carved edge of a windowsill.

“You’re terrible when you win,” he whispers. His lips brush your ear.

You shudder, mouth dry as you press against his shoulder. “You’re worse when you lose.”

His mouth drags down your jaw but he refuses to kiss you, still withholding something, still holding back in some terrible, electrifying way. Instead one of his hands starts to dip down your side. You shiver as he grazes the skin of your breast, exposed by the cut of your dress, and continues down your waist. His mouth traces your bare shoulder as his tongue makes a slow pass, skin beneath leaping at his careful ministrations.

With long, slender fingers he's pulling your dress off button by button, torturously slow, and you feel mocked to have cleaned it earlier. You feel foolish to have left knowing the night would have ended like this regardless.

“Tom,” you say. His name is followed by staggered breaths. Your fingers are clutching the windowsill.

The air is thick as he watches you, flesh exposed by each undone catch. And still he will not kiss you, even as his lips trail along your collarbone and you start to tug instinctively at his belt. He makes the barest sound of disapproval and spins you to face the window, your hands urged on instinct to press against the glass.

“Tom...”

He hikes your dress up your thighs. It clings to your hips, a meagre two buttons left attached to keep it from falling.

Your wand clatters as his fingers work the clasp of your bra and his teeth skim your shoulder, leaving little bites he laves at softly with his tongue. You shudder, arching into him, searching for friction. His touch traverses the shape of you and stops feather-light between your legs.

“Tom —”

“Quiet," he admonishes, a little tut.

Your skin jumps at the caress of his fingers tracing deceptively timid up your thighs, like he hasn’t done this before, like it’s care and not punishment. His favourite oxymoron: the gentlest torture, the cruelest succour.

His index draws upon the lace of your underwear and tugs it aside with a tenderness that makes you gasp. Is there a way to press harder to the glass without breaking it? Is there ever enough to grab onto when he gets like this — so singularly focused on ruining you? 

One of your hands latches onto the arm half-disappeared in your skirts instead, clinging steadfast to the white of its sleeve, your body swaying as if at sea. He keeps you steady, but this is his crown achievement: that he is all there is that can do it when you’re so singularly focused on being ruined by him.

The sinews of his forearm work imperceptibly under your fingers as he appreciates the newly unfettered flesh, two digits sliding between your legs, and he makes a satisfied sound against your shoulder at the wetness he finds there. 

You’re swallowing air with a moan stuck in your throat; too dry, you realise, and feel like you’re choking when he starts to move, gripping his arm somehow tighter.

As a rule, you know how much he loves this, but it’s tenfold under his jealousy and you think deliriously, probably wrongly, that for how much he enjoys pushing you you enjoy pushing him to get here. You’re his and he’s yours, there’s no doubt in it — but what he can reduce you to — this desperate creature, writhing and panting, trying in vain to satiate herself with a simple finger — this is the translation; the fruition of his fixations put to a person rather than a subject. This is what it is to be his.

Tom’s mouth opens in a smile at your throat, and there it feels more like bared teeth, a smile that is as animal as it is pretty. 

And still he whispers with all the affection of a lover, your name peppered between kisses.

His fingers inch inside you and curl. You’re wedged in the perfect balance of his discrepancy; your disciple and your devil. He worships you in white. He ruins you in it too.

Now his name comes out in a babble, wet, half-drooled. A nip pinches the little space beneath your ear and you clutch impossibly harder to his wrist, your free hand squeaking down the window pane as you grind on his palm. He crooks his fingers against a spot that has you seeing stars, thumb pressed to your clit in a subtle motion, and you feel yourself tip off into an unknown he aquaints you with often. In a blurry, flickering moment, the light gleams somewhere beyond the stained hues of the window. And that should be it. The edge is at your heels and you should be falling. But the sinful press of him at your back commands you to lurch against him, and when you moan for more he pulls his fingers free.

You stumble weakly into his chest, startled.

“What… What?”

“Ask me for it,” he says, his voice hoarse, markedly wanton in spite of himself. But there is hunger and there is greed. There’s a sacrificial lamb and there’s a hunted one— there’s religion and there’s Tom. He invents something that demands greater devotion.

And the sound of leather rasping serge and metal clinking metal reels your conscience in. There are no stars. There’s just him. His belt is coming undone.

“Tom.” You swallow. “I told you —”

“And I want you to ask.” He cups your jaw in his hand, thumb tracing your lower lip. “Nicely.”

Your mouth opens for him and you shiver, pressing further back for contact he doesn’t allow. Instead another small tut is whispered at your neck, relinquished to a kiss.

His finger brushes your teeth when you speak. “I want you.”

You feel him shake his head and you all but whine.

“I want you inside, Tom — need you — please.”

“Please?” he echoes mockingly.

“Please,” you say in an uneven voice, and when your tongue grazes his thumb he eases it further into your mouth with an appeased hum.

And so his zipper comes down and you hold your breath with the weight of your dress at your hips.

He pushes inside you with minimal pause, slow still, to relish the way your little pants hitch, stop, and shudder out in a broken moan; the way your breath is guided by his rhythm, how you’re shaped by him, fitted around him. You careen forward and your palms flatten on the window, trembling at the first thrust. Your fingers quiver down the glass.

Tom pulls you into him on the second, patience abandoned. His lips chase your pulse. His grip on your jaw tightens as his thumb pops free with a string of spit. He nudges deeper at a new angle, your body forced as far as it can lean back, gasping heavenward when your head falls helplessly onto his shoulder.

It’s profane. Your ears almost dull to the sound of his hips snapping against yours, the obscenity of your skin on what he offers of his, but you waver between earth and something else, brought back to him by the torturous sight of the edge he stole you from. Always brought back to him. 

He’s gripping your jaw in one hand as he pushes deeper, and your fingers are lost for purchase on his forearms, trembling to hold onto something.

When he pulls out of you at your brink again, you practically cry out. But you understand when he spins you around again, hiking you up against the windowsill, your shoulders hitting the cool glass with a gasp you barely register in the fog of your desperation. His eyes are dilated to midnight rings. The weight of his desire is frightening. The insistence to claim you better yet.

He wastes no time before slamming into you again, pausing at the hilt to watch your eyebrows wrench together before resuming his pace. When your mouth falls open, he swallows the noise that tries to come out of it.

It doesn’t feel like a kiss. It feels like the prolusion to a bite.

His fervour is all the reminder of how you got here in the first place; the teeth, the force, the grip on your waist. There’s a rough sound he makes in your mouth that you taste more than you hear. The vibration of him is everywhere. You’re too hot and it only occurs to you because your fingers are clawing at fabric instead of skin that he’s fully dressed and your last button has finally snapped, lace pooled on the classroom floor as he fucks you. The thought is consigned to oblivion as quickly as it came. It doesn't matter.

You're clutching at his shoulders, the nape of his neck — trying to kiss him back, but you feel torn in two by the intensity of his ministrations, a low, immolating pressure building in your abdomen. He’s proving something with you, and his is a relentless, unending appetite. You don't really stand a chance. You think you've known that from the start.

Tom is all-consuming. Tom is a force of nature, a whirlwind that sweeps over you. He leaves you breathless and somehow needing more as he wraps his hand around the small of your back and seizes you in place.

Still you find yourself wanting to be held tighter.

“T-Tom —" you sob through the kiss but he doesn't give you enough air to do it. He pushes harder, a rasp at the back of his throat, some carnal thing. He’s not withholding your release now; he’s spurring you towards it.

When he withdraws his lips from yours, his brows are furrowed in concentration. There’s a fine lustre of sweat on his forehead, stray curls pulled across dark, wicked eyes. The sight of him alone is condemnable, but it isn’t for you.

He likes to watch you like this. When your moans dissolve to the torn syllable of his name, again and again. The veneration. Your choked litanies.

You give them to him.

Sleeves drawn up by your body’s baser instinct for skin, you’ve carved a canvas of praise into his arms, marked up to his elbows where your fingers had jerked upward to rake at his back. This time, when you find the cliffside, nothing stops you from teetering off its edge. Flames dance across your skin in an explosion, your collar damp and bitten, your waist in Tom’s vice-like grip. One hard thrust and you’re falling.

The stars are blinding. You decide then they were made by him.

Your head lulls back as shocks of pleasure course through your body, the coil snapped, the hard shape of him inside you demanding impossibly for more. You stumble through the light, vision blurred, praying and praying and praying. His grip comes to find your jaw again.

You keen, addled through the ecstasy, barely conscious of the way his panted breaths hitch at the sight of you in his hands, soft-eyed and puddy.

He always comes apart soon after you, but it happens rarely that your body is so taut on the wire of rapture that his twitching inside you takes you with him. 

This time it does.

You sink against him, thighs numb and wet, one hand slipping dumbly from his figure and swiping across condensation-foggy glass. The second orgasm is an aftershock of the first. It’s slow. It feels like being caught from the last fall. You land in Tom’s arms and they’re holding you through whitened knuckles. His eyelashes flutter, ink-dipped twines of quills, and he steals the shaky sigh from your mouth by pressing it to his.

You kiss lazily and softly. The room feels sheeted in static. The electricity lingers on both of you.

It’s hard not to fall against the window when he slides out of you. You slump on quivering legs into his chest instead, heaving, spend trickling down your legs.

Tom holds you close, adjusting his trousers before sinking down to settle you on his lap. He wipes the sweat from your face and presses his lips to the feverish skin it plastered. Forehead, cheeks, nose, chin, whispers of your name down your jaw like a prayer answered. Your eyelids flutter shut and he kisses you there, too. His lashes tickle.

You love him more than you worship him. You think he likes that more.

He grabs your forsaken dress from the floor and slips it over your bare shoulders, summoning the snapped button back in place before he begins to meticulously clasp the rest together again. His mouth leaves a path at the skin under each one before it closes, and you hum in dizzy gratitude.

“That was,” you say in a very worn voice, “a terrible way to reinforce not making you jealous.”

He glares at you from one of the lowermost buttons and you giggle sleepily, curling a hand into his hair. “Don’t look at me like that. You liked it too.”

He leans back up at that, tipping your chin with his fingers, gaze darting over the wrecked state of you with a pleased gleam in his eyes. “You liked it? What a modest interpretation.”

Now it’s your turn to glare.

He is what he is — pursuit of buttons forgotten as you’re laid down on the moonlit floor to be reminded just how much you liked it.

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[formulafootball66]

Promoting

a/n: hello! this is my very first fic! criteria is welcome, but please be nice! pairing: neymar x reader warnings: language and slightly mature at the end. word count: 1100 enjoy!

I really don’t want to be here.

But I had no other choice, my work forced me to be here. Due to the success of my movie in Brazil, I had to go for some kind of event. Of course, where there are events there are after parties, and where there are parties there are potential connections. I’m here for that last purpose.

I’m not doing a good job. I have only spoken to the bartender yet, and I’m pretty sure he didn’t recognize me. The drink sure did help with the mood.

There is nothing wrong with this party, the lights are maybe a bit too bright, but still. The purple lightning made it impossible to even see your drink. One thing you were able to notice, is the smell. It smells so horrible. Sweaty bodies, strong alcohol and awful food.

The worst part of this place? I don’t speak a word Portuguese and I have zero friends here. So I do what a girl has to do: get another drink.

While walking to the bar, I make sure to check the floor. God forbid that slip over some trash and someone takes a picture of it. So I make sure to focus and dodge all of it.

I was a little bit too focused on not slipping, cause I crashed into someone. “Oh shit! I’m so sorry!” I say embarrassed and I look up. In front of me stands the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on.

And, oh my God, now I recognize him. Shit. I just bumped into Neymar Jr. The Neymar Jr. The man who was is magazine every week, either with a hot a photoshoot or a rumor that he’s dating a new girl.

“Sem problemas, lindihna,” he says and his voice is just as attractive as himself. I don’t know what the last thing he said means, but I’m pretty sure that he said that it’s not a problem.

“Uh, sorry again!” I mutter, because, man, I want to get away from this awkward conversation. I walk away, but he grabs my arm. “What’s your name again, beautiful?”

“I’m Y/N. And you are Neymar.” I say, lowkey flabbergasted. Hello? He wanted to know my name? He called me beautiful? Neymar has still a hold on my arm. I see that he notices too, because he let’s go of me. Instead he grabs my hand, leads me to the dancefloor area again.

He pulls me closer, hands that have snuck on my hips. His face gets closer. I can feel his hot breath on my skin. His eyes are gleaming mischievous. I feel my heart pounding in my chest. How many times in your life do you get a chance to be so close with an insanely hot man?

“Yeah, are you a fan?” He whispers in my ear, sending shivers over my body. Oh god, what was he doing to me? I only met him like 2 minutes ago.

While my mind wanders, my body knows exactly what I want. I feel hot everywhere. It’s probably a combination of the busy crowd and his body close to mine.

“Kind of. At home we watch a lot football. I think I saw you play a couple of times.” I’m really trying my hardest not to make this awkward. I must admit, I don’t really know Neymar as a player, nor as a person, obviously.

Meanwhile his arms lay loosely around my waist. His right hand creeping down a little.

He chuckles. “So, what brought you here in such short skirt You’re on a mission?”

I blush and look down. I really should’ve worn something else. Now he probably thinks I’m just some easy girl. Then again, I try to gaslight myself into thinking that I don’t care what Neymar thinks or says about me.

“No, definitely not. I had a movie come out. I’m here from promotion, but it’s not really working.” I don’t mention that I’m too scared to talk to people and that I should actually get that third drink.

“Ah, an actress.”

“Yeah, something wrong with that?” I ask kind of defensive.

“The opposite actually.” He says flashing a cocky smirk.

A new songs comes up and it’s some song of the Weeknd. He begins to sway me around. Holy shit. He wants to dance. I’m not a particularly bad dancer, but it’s definitely not one of my talents. But the way he moves, the pure confidence in all what he does, makes me lose it to rhythm too.

“You know, I think I can solve your promotion problems,” he says seductively. His hazel brown eyes looking in mine and locking contact.

I was intrigued, because everything was better than what I was doing. “Oh yeah? Please, tell me.” I say, without breaking the eye contact.

“I can’t tell you, only show you.”

“Show me then.” I say with sudden confidence. His hands lift your chin and his thumb runs over your bottom lip. His other hand cups my jaw and he finally breaks the eye contact to look at my lips. He looks me in the eyes again to asks for permission, maybe? I nod and it happened all in a flash.

And all of sudden his lips are touching mine. I do not kiss back immediately, out of pure shock. The kiss, that was gentle at first, was getting more intense, he kissed me harder. He also gave my ass a little squeeze. That made me gasp and therefore he had the chance to slip his tongue into my mouth.

He tastes like expensive alcohol and there is a slight taste of spear mints on his tongue. While our kiss was getting deeper and more passionate, I let out a slight moan and grab his hair. It seems to have done something to him too, because now he groans into the kiss. He grabs my ass and pulls me closer to him than I already was. I can now feel him. Every part of him.

In the heat of the moment I move my hips slowly, earning another groan from him. He breaks the kiss. “Don’t do that here. Save that for later.” These words make me do it again. And now move hips in a way he can definitely feel it. I do too. In that short moment, I can feel his hard-on. Oh god, is he just as turned on as I am?

Our lips connect again and all of sudden I see flashes around us. Shit, the paparazzi. Neymar doesn’t break the kiss though. That happens a minute later. He let’s go off of my jaw and he brings his mouth close to my ear.

“I’m sure you will make the front page now, bêbe.”

[justcallmesakira]

WHO DO I SHIP MY MUTUALS WITH?

i have been seeing this all over my tumblr page so ummm HERE YA GO!!! also this will be where i mention all my moots because i cannot for the fathom of fyodor copy that posts link

@saelique- cinna x 15! dazai song- Tek it by cafune

two friends who secretly run on daffodil fields in the middle of the night and is always comfortable with each other

@atlasnessie- atlas x jouno song- stereo hearts

that one couple who N O O N E predicted would get together but somehow he still carries you on his back as you pint to childrens bumper car

@silverbladexyz- silvie x beast!chuuya song- Step on me

Your the only one who can calm him down, or so everyone says but can you? because with the way hes gone in a rampage it seems hes loyalty lies somewhere else...

@typcallysid14- siddie x nikolai song- fuckin` boyfriend

Oh god, its a mess your just so in love with him and so is he! You cant stop taking pictures and his stuff and so cant he!

@tojifile mo x geto song-somewhere only we know

The pair who never happened even when both of you acted so fruity with each other all the time,,,good things never last

@rusmii= mii x chuuya song- BABYDOLL by ari abdul

That one funky and crazy couple of the mafia. After all who will save you when your telling the enemies that their dad went to buy milk and their mom went with him and cursing every single second.

@biscuits-spooky-corner- my pookie cookie x highschool dazai song- Moonlight by kali uchis

OMG its that one crackhead couple who ate the dog before the dog can eat their homework!

@elizais x eli x tachihara song- something about you by eyedress

You two may look like best buddies who blow vandalize peoples cars but in all serious you two are very genuine with each other espceilly since gaining tachis trust is something really award worthy &lt;3

@atzuhi- x atsushi song- we fell in love in october by Girl in red

I am not shipping u two bcs of ur names but i just think your personality would fit atsushi and you two would go sticker cutting together :D

@riiwrites- x dazai song- FVN! by LVL1

crackhead who send each other instagram reels 24/7 and roleplay as jack/alpha/dont mess with me/ 24/emo/superstrong/ playboy wolf and emily/dont mess with mwy swenpai/ ywndere/ uwu girl/ secret darkside and bully kids on roblox &lt;3

@chuuyasboner x 18 chuuya song- see you again by tyler the creator

Tho u threatened him to a relationship he still takes out to the arcade and occasionally feeds you when you threaten ask him!

@ruanais- rua x beast!dazai song- cigarettes out the window

You know hes going to leave one day,yet you still yearn to be in the warmth of his lap, Can he really hold you throughout the heavens and earth though?

@heartsfourdazai x ME SINGLE MOTHERTFAKAS BCS I CAN

Jkjk

Rue x atsushi song- lovers rock by TV girl

I personally think you twi would be opposite attract bcs of your style, but even so as you run to buy more gothy type clothes and he goes to buy some soft matching pjs for you two, he will always be by your side

@tsuunara- tsu x techhou song- Until i found you

No because you two would make such a cute n sweet couple (get it because of ur theme?). Just don't let him pour salt on your vanila cake though!

@kurolumiis x loading...

Who do you guys ship me with with? :3

[strangerthings64]

Eddie Munson x F Reader

Warnings: Mention of bad parents, and bad boyfriends. Yeah nothing else really just LOTS of fluff!

Word Count: 1k+

Description: Reader realizes she's in love with Eddie after he ties her shoes for the first time. So she starts making it a habit of walking with her shoe untied for him to tie and he catches on.

A/N:  I saw this concept of Eddie stopping to tie Reader's shoes and I just had to make a fic about this because if that ain't love, I don't know what is!! 💕🥺

(P.S I also listened to this song while writing this and the part where he says “thought I could live without romance, until you came to me.” omg that part was so good I love Elvis’s music!!)

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(y/n)’s Pov

If someone had told me I'd end up falling in love with my best friend,  Eddie "The Freak" Munson I'd call them crazy, but here I was standing with my arms full of books and Eddie suddenly stopping me,  getting down on his knees and tying my shoes.

"Your gonna fall and break a tooth if you keep walking around like this Sweetheart," he said chuckling as you stare at him wide-eyed, mouth gaping a bit.

"No, I'd never fall in love with anyone ever, people disappoint me." I had told Eddie time and time again when he would ask me during our lunch at our "secret table” in the woods. He’d ask me if I had a crush on anyone in the school and he always got the same answer but yet he still seemed to ask at least once a month.

No, I'd never fall in love... But here I was staring at him as he tied my left shoe, then my right, and then looked up at me with those beautiful brown eyes and pearly white smile. And suddenly my heart was beating a thousand miles per hour, with no signs of slowing down. And my hands were getting clammy, the books in my arms threatening to fall but no way in hell was I about to let them fall and hit Eddie's beautiful face.

"You good, (y/n/n)?" he asked, standing up and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"U..Um, Yeah I'm fine just a bit lost in thought" you replied giving him a small smile, he nods.

"Then shall we get to class?" 

"Yup let's go Eds"

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Ever since that moment with Eddie a few months ago, I've been falling head over heels for him and I wanted more than anything to be his, but to ask him was to face rejection and I sucked with rejection. Plus I was sure he didn't like me he was always very flirtatious with a lot of people he had been that way even when I first met him two years ago.

But it wasn't gonna stop me from loving him. Almost every couple of days for the last four months Eddie would stop, get down on his knees and tie my shoe never minding or finding it annoying that I always somehow had my shoes untied.

And when he did it, my heart would flutter like a thousand butterflies in an open field. God if only he knew what he did to me. If only he knew how quickly I'd fallen for him, despite never really feeling like this before it felt like I have loved him my whole life. Yes I've had a few boyfriends before but they were just heartbreakers, never staying for long.

But with Eds it was different, He is different than the rest of them. He cares about me like no other,  always going out of his way to make sure I was happy and taken care of. Knowing how my home life was and how it wasn't always the best and how cruel my family could be and how low they could make me feel. He always made sure I felt the exact opposite of that.

I don't know why it took me so long to fall in love with him it wasn't like I didn't find him attractive, he’s always been beautiful and I’ve always notice how kind he was despite being see as the complete opposite. Everything about him was inviting so why did it take me this long to realize I love him? I think maybe it was just my guarded heart, but somehow he managed to melt this heart of iron.

And God if he ever found out why my shoes were always untied I swear I'd just pass away right then and there, definitely a good thing he hasn't caught on yet which meant I could continue to do it without any suspicion from him. 

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Eddie's Pov

Four months ago I had gotten down on my knees in front of (y/n) to tie her shoes so she wouldn't fall, and I gotta admit it was one of the best decisions I had ever made. Because here I was now, walking down the halls and there she was again walking down the halls with her miss-matched socks peeking out and her untied shoes, her eyes glued to the book in her hands. And I swear she was the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid my eyes on.

And This was the four-time in the last week that I'd seen her with untied shoes. Ever since she'd walked around with her shoes untied that day, it had started to be a common occurrence. she'd never been this way before but i was like suddenly she had a longing for face planting and getting hurt.

Eventually, I caught onto her schemes and plans very early on. I had one day overheard her friend Robin talking to Dustin in the hallways, about how she was purposely untying her shoes so I could tie them for her whenever I'd spot her throughout the day. I'll admit It was a bit confusing and I didn't know why she did it, but the girl I've been in love with since the day I met her, wanted me to tie her shoes, there was no way I'd turn that down ever.

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"Really sweetheart, again with the untied shoes? How many times do I have to tie your shoes in a week? you’re gonna end up hurting yourself one day." I said smiling at her, she lifts her head up her precious smile making a way onto her face.

Getting down to tie her shoes, I start by taking both of the laces on her left foot tying them and ending with the signature bunny ears, then moving to the right and doing the same on that side just as I always do whenever I tie her shoes.

"It's almost like you want me to tie your shoes for you, it's almost like" I pause for a second chuckling.

"Like  you're purposely doing this just so I can tie them." I said looking at her as she gazed back down at me, and I could see a little panic in her alluring eyes and small blush creeping onto her face, as she tried to stay calm knowing she's been caught in her act.

"Wh-why would you think that," she asks stuttering a bit, I stand up placing an arm over her shoulder as the halls start to clear out.  Her and I among the few still standing around.

I lean down and get close to her ear, breathing on it a bit, as she shivers.

"Well because I might have overheard so and so talking to another so and so about how your purposely untying them, so little old me could tie them for you." I smirk at her, as her body goes tense underneath me, as she pulls away from my arm facing me now, eyes wide and mouth open. 

"Who told you that?!" she asks.

"Munson, (y/l/n), Get to class now!" Our heads turn as we hear Mrs. Elgreen yell at us.

“Stop standing around, go now!” She yells again. As (y/n) just stands there waiting for a response from me.

"Oh, I’m sorry sweetheart, but I gotta get to class really don’t wanna fail again, and I think you should go to really don’t want you failing either." I said a smug look on my face, as I quickly peck her cheek walking off to my class. I looked back at her shocked expression and chuckled a bit, God that girl was gonna be the death of me.

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A/N: Hey guys! this is my first Eddie Munson fic I hope ya'll liked it.

Also feedback is greatly encouraged and I hope you guys will start requesting things soon, because I'm dying to write! Please comment, like and reblog, i’d really appreciated it!! :)

(Also this isn’t my gif it’s by @metalheadmunson go follow them there great!! Thank you sooo much for this gif, it’s so precious!!)

xoxo,

Kaity

[faintedlcve]

Hi Sweetie ~~ ✨

Please can I request a fic based on Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter? Any Slytherin boy will do 🤣 I just need fluff in my life~~ 💞

No worries if not x

Nonsense

I'm lazy so this is the second part of Someone Will Love You Better lmao. I think it fits. Part 1 is here.

Also I'm so sorry! I didn't even notice that I got sent this! Idk how long it's been in my inbox but if it's a long time I'm SO sorry!! Hope you like it xx the red italic writing are the lyrics xx the lyrics are edited to suit the text (ofc)

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Warnings: implied smut (like 3 words?), kissing, not proof read, I think that's it

Summary: based on the song Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter.

It had been a couple of weeks since you and Draco had broken up. You had to face Mattheo which was easier than expected.

Think I only want one person in my dorm. I might change your nickname to don't leave me alone. Said you like my eyes and you like to make em roll. Treat me like a queen now you got me feeling thrown. Those were the words that clouded your mind as you saw the love of your life.

Who could you possibly be talking about? The answer stood right in front of you. Mattheo Riddle. You'd liked him since forever. Well, since you'd known him which was after you started dating Draco. And to your delight, HE asked YOU out a week ago because Draco told him you liked him. Crazy, right? Here you thought you'd have to make the first move.

I guess he liked you just as much as you liked him. However, one think he didn't like was PDA.

But he was so hot and you couldn't help yourself, when he got close to you. And so he was forced to partake in any public display of affection and he grew to not mind it as much. It was you, after all. And he'd do anything for you.

Your tongue went numb around him, and made you sound like a complete idiot constantly making it sound like you were saying unintelligible words such as bleh blah blee.

You didn't want no one else, you were in too deep.

"Here's a lil letter I wrote. It's about you and me." You handed him a love letter, your cheeks the deepest shade of crimson.

He smiled, like a full one, which was a rare occasion. Usually he settled for subtle smiles. So subtle, you couldn't be sure if it was a smile.

Inside the letter the following words were written:

I'll be honest. Looking at you got me thinking nonsense. Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in. And when you got your arms around me, oh, it feels so good I had to skip a passage because otherwise this letter would be too long. I think I got an ex but I forgot him. And I can't find my chill, I must have lost it. I don't even know I'm talking nonsense. I'm talking all around the clock, I'm talking hope nobody knocks, I'm talking opposite of soft, I'm talking wild wild thoughts.

Love

Your princess,

Y/n

Mattheo laughed as he shook his head. "You didn't have to write it down! I already know I'm irresistible."

"you've gotta keep up with me, I've got some young energy. I caught the L-O-V-E, how do you do this to me?"

"Do what love?" Mattheo asked.

"around you I get butterflies. But I can't help myself when I get close to you. Baby my tongue goes numb. Sounds like bleh blah blee. I don't want no one else. Baby I'm in too deep."

He kisses your lips and hands you a letter.

"Here's a lil letter I wrote, it's about you and me." He says grinning as you open the letter.

And surely enough the letter had the following words written:

I'll be honest. Looking at you got me thinking nonsense. Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in. And when you got your arms around me, oh, it feels so good I had to skip a passage because I don't want to keep you too long. I think I got an ex but I forgot him. And I can't find my chill, I must have lost it. I don't even know I'm talking nonsense.

Love,

Someone who you don't want to leave you alone,

Mattheo Riddle.

"This love catchier than chickenpox is. I think your dorm is where my other sock is. Woke up this morning, thought I'd write you a letter. Wanna take a quiz?" You asked

"Sure. What about?" Mattheo questioned.

"how quickly can you take your clothes off pop quiz." You chuckled.

"You're adorable, you know that?" Mattheo said as he kissed your cheek.

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A/n: hope you like it as much as I did writing it! It's kinda short! Request again anytime love 💗 again I am super sorry for the wait !

[rowanwithaz]

I know a lot of people were pissed off about the 11 op,for good reason,they downplayed Ochaco and Katsuki's arcs in this intro,but the thing they did that pisses me off the most is they made everyone doubt the lyrics were from Katsuki's POV. Due to Katsuki barley being in the intro it made everyone think the lyrics were from Izuku's POV,which doesn't really make sense especially the full version of the song,Bokurano. I could count every time Katsuki was on screen,which was I believe at most four times. And even these four times were so LITTLE.

These were his biggest moments on screen.

(damn look at Katsuki's tits in the second photo)

But,even in Katsuki's bigger (and obviously bigger tits) moments in the OP,everyone else is there. And Ochaco is even taking most of the attention away from Katsuki. Yes,this was a really important arc for Ochaco,but they framed it wrong in the intro,her whole thing was moving from Izuku,she was growing to be her own person/hero without Izuku. Katsuki's arc was about growing to and with Izuku,but the way they framed it made it seem very different. Some of the lyrics really reflected Katsuki's growth,but that was overlooked because the intro fucked it up.

Lyrics for the scene: "No matter where you are, I'll come running to you" HMMMM,now that sounds familiar...

Oh,yeah,it was Katsuki who vowed everyone and himself to be there for Izuku. Those lyrics are so goddamn beautiful,reflecting how Katsuki wants to grow with Izuku,but the intro again FUCKED it up. There were so many beautiful lines like that in the song that really speak so much of Katsuki's feelings,growth,and relationship with Izuku. But,that was overlooked because the intro made it seem like it was about Ochaco and Izuku,so everyone assumed it was from Izuku's POV,but if you actually listen to the whole song,there's a line that makes it beyond obvious that it's Katsuki's POV.

"To an unforgivable degree,something I regret terribly." Why are people doubting this is from Katsuki's POV? Well, that was a rather rhetorical question. Because of how they framed the intro. Now,don't get me wrong,it's my favorite one so far,and the animation is IMMACULATE. But,they really ruined a lot of the charter arcs in this because of it. It also made a lot of Izuchakos hopeful,so now Hori is going to get even more hate when it doesn't become canon because the intro misled them into believing it was about Ochaco's arc being about Izuku.

I saw a couple people saying, "If it was Katsuki who held Izuku's hand,no one would be mad ." First,no,I don't want Katsuki to take Iida's moment,I wanted Katsuki to have HIS OWN moment with Izuku. It's already been done though,so,not much we can do about it. But,I just hate that people undermine Katsuki's charter arc in this season,and that's mainly because the intro made anime onlys think it was an Izuchako season. Which,it was the exact opposite. So,they're all bitter and are saying Katsuki's arc is "Out of nowhere" and his moments with Izuku, "Don't make sense."

That's about it. I just have been listening to Bokurano for the past month non-stop and I love the lyrics so much and I hate how that get misinterpreted as Izuku's POV.

My favorite lyrics are:

"As I shout,my soul acts in concert with your feelings."

"Burn your life up with emotion."

And , "I took action rather than just thinking,Because that's what you taught me."

GOD,THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL. JESUS CHRIST. AND IT WAS SUNG SO WELL!

[chayanne18]

Don’t talk back

GENRE // dom!enhypen x virgin!reader

WARNINGS // smut, oral, unprotected sex (GET READY BABY)

Part 1

You just moved into your step brothers apartment, getting out of your parents house was not easy, but working at the library got you enough for a plane ticket to go and see Jake again, he was the only good thing that your mums last marriage gave you, Jake was so kind and nice to you that he made all the fighting and screaming at home disappear, but when he had to leave to college you were left alone.

When you told him you needed a place in Seoul to stay it didn’t take much time for him to suggest you to come to his apartment, you were a bit off at first since he shares it with three other men, and you were a bit shy with strangers, especially of the opposite gender.

But after a couple minutes you decided it was the best option you had, and now two months later here you are, at your brother’s doorstep waiting for him to open. 

But for your surprise it was someone else who opened it “Heey you must be y/n, Jake is in the shower, he told me to show you around” the tall man said to you in a very excited tone, you decide to go inside and follow him as he said, “You can leave your bags in Sunghoon’s bed, he is out of the country for work so you can stay in his room until he gets back” he said with a big smile, after leaving your things you go with him to the kitchen where you find a very wet and half naked Jake who just got out of the shower.

You were not gonna lie, he was fine, he fas very much fine, the thought of having an affair with your step brother wasn’t something new, he was always so good to you that he became the center of your wet dreams for a while, plus you technically were not related so it wasn’t that bad. But you knew he saw you as a little sister, even though he was just a year older than you he always acted like a big bro and showed no interest in doing anything sexually related with you.

But keeping in mind that the last time he saw your face you were 15, his thoughts may have changed a bit seeing how beautiful you looked right now all grown up with your extremely long black hair, your cute round glasses and that tiny mini skirt you were wearing, thinking of how easy it must be slipping his hands under it and explore you fully. But then again you were his sister, so he had to excuse himself quickly before you realized the huge boner he was hiding under that towel.

You were left speechless, what did just happen, why did he leave like that without even saying hi and most important why tf was he looking at you that way.

You look at the boy next to you perplexed at what just happened, he awkwardly smiles at you “i- umm..dinner?” you quickly nod your head and you both start making some pasta.

While the water is boiling you decide to go and take a shower since you still haven’t had time to wash yourself after the flight and you know….tourist class…

The boy who you later found out he was named Jungwon tells you to use the bathroom next to that sunghoon guy’s room since there are spare towels there.

While you are showering you start hearing voices but you just guess that jungwon and jake must be talking in the livingroom and they are speaking too loud, you stop the water and just when you are ready to get out someone walks in, someone walks in and you start hearing noises, a belt, clothes falling into the ground, you stay still….you don’t know what to do, if they know you are in the shower why would they come inside without even knocking??

“i’m so tired of love songs tired of love son..” he starts singing “just wanna go home wan…” he starts the water without noticing you

next

[the-fiction-witch]

Mrs Dawkins P6- 10

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Sweet + Flirty

Series: Mrs Dawkins

P1 - P6

I sat on the piano bench as I gently played the song in my songbook. Miss Hardcastle walked back and forth as she listened to me play. 

"You're speeding up. Somewhere else you'd rather be?"

Yes! At my desk drawing! or painting! or anything other than here! "No Miss Hardcastle," I answered as I slowed down,

"Enough." She demanded so I stopped, "The masters can only be mutilated so long." She sighed holding the bridge of her nose, "Come on." She demanded,

I nodded and got up, so we headed out of the music room and I followed her along to the largest room of the house the large hall. She led me to the centre of the room where I stood as she paced around me. 

"Now, once your debutante dance with your father, you shall?"

"Wait silently for any potential suitors."

"Partners." She corrected, "A young eligible man approaches?" 

"I shall greet him," I courtesied, "Offer a smile?"

"A small one. A wide smile is a sign of a willing girl, and we don't want you to look too willing now." She said, 

"Yes, Miss." 

"He will bow to greet you," She said as she stood in front of me and bowed as a gentleman would "He shall offer a hand," she said as she offered her hand to me,

"I shall offer a hand," 

"Which hand?" 

"The right?" I asked, offering her hand right hand. 

"You offer the opposite, left if right, right if left," She corrected,

"Yes, miss." I nodded, she had offered her left so I offered my right,

"Gloves will be on when approaching a young lady, if not you are to request he puts them on."

"But won't I already be wearing gloves?"

"He is to wear his own when dancing with a lady, it is etiquette." 

"Yes, miss."

"He shall kiss it, One kiss on the knuckle bridge. No lower, No higher." She said as she faked a kiss on my hand "Then?"

"He shall ask to dance."

"He shall, a man does not simply take the hand and begin he must ask a lady for her permission."

"Can I refuse?"

"No."

"Then isn't asking irrelevant?"

"It is the proper thing." 

"Then I shall hold his hand, he shall take my waist-"

"Waist not hip, never hip. he takes your hip?"

"I correct him."

"If he still moves his hand?"

"I politely thank him for his intentions to dance but fetch father."

"Good, Your other hand?"

"On his shoulder."

"His jacket." She snapped as she forced my hands like I was dancing forcefully she moved my fingers "Pinch, you pinch his jacket you do not hold him." 

"Yes, Miss." 

"Now step two it." She said, 

I nodded and began my steps,

"Good, very good. Stiff backs and always room you should be able to fit a plate between you." She reminded, "he shall lead with grace and care as if leading the most tentative of ponies"

"So I'm a horse?"

"Do not be smart Y/n."

"Yes, Miss." 

"We do not criticise our partners, with words or expressions." 

"If they can't dance why are they coming to the ball?"

"To witness your debut. Some men have two left feet that is the truth of it, but always we smile kindly." She said, "We do not correct him, this is not the time for a dancing lesson," She said, "You are to dance gracefully, there will be no jumps, no fast spins, none of this dipping madness, it is only an excuse for hands to be in places they shouldn't." 

"Yes, Miss."

"We can allow a small twirl and perhaps more but that is all, you may be the debutante but we do not want too many eyes." She explained, "We do not whisper. unladylike to be whispering secrets in the ears of our dance partners. We are mindful of others on the floor, and we do not! ever! give kisses."

"Yes, Miss." I rolled my eyes a little, 

"You may speak polite conversation is a given when dancing but we do not whisper, we do not shout and always mindful of a gentleman's conversation. No gentleman likes his ear being talked off."

"And if they have nothing important to say?"

"Then dance in silence." She said, "And when the dance is over?"

"I bow again and smile,"

"Good, he shall thank you for the honour and leave to go elsewhere in the party."

"May I speak to him after?"

"No, unless your father approaches you with him."

"When how am I to recall those who interested me?"

"You remember their names." She said, "You may only leave the dance floor on occasion to drink and converse will fellow ladies, but a lady does not cross the ballroom unattended you must ask your father."

"How will I know where my father is?"

"He shall be watching always." 

"Yes, miss." 

"Go may return to your room." she said, "I will deliver your invitations to your room and you are to sign them all and make sure you have a list of all your invitees to check when you get your replies." 

"Yes, Miss." I nodded, as I fixed my dress and headed to my room. 

I sat bored out of my mind, I listened to the gentle breeze as it blew on the windchime that hung outside my balcony. 

I took an eggshell card from the tower, set it on my writing desk's mat, and I read the words written across it.

'You are cordially Invoiced to Miss Everset's Debutante Ball, Miss everset is to formally be debuting at her debutante Ball, Sunday 21st Starting at 9.30 pm, Please be prompt in your replies and we hope you join us for what is sure to be a spectacular evening.' 

and a line for me to sign, 

I dipped my pen in my inkwell and signed my signature across the bottom before I blew my breath across it drying the ink, I picked up my perfume giving it a spritz before adding it to its pale blue envelope addressed already to its recipient, I sealed it with wax from the pot and stamped it with the family crest before finally adding it to the other pile of completed invitations, 

This went on for what honestly felt like hours and hours of mindless work.

And as I worked finally doing the last one leaving me with two or three spares just in case, And I... spotted my drawing. I pulled it out and looked at my sweet drawing of Dr. Dawkins.

I blushed a little and hid my drawing away, I grabbed one of the spare cards signed it, spritzed it and set it in a blank envelope writing the address myself,

'Dr Dawkins, Port Victory Royal Hospital'

Sealing it up as I had all the others, I was a little worried I knew I shouldn't just invite anyone, my father had planned this so meticulously so I hid the invitation in my pocket and scampered through the house to my father's office.

I pushed the door open slowly, it opened with a high whine, seeing his office inside was fairly dark with the fire burning, the walls filled with books, and his desk in the centre. He worked away with papers and such, littering his desk, not even looking up at me.

"Father?"

"Yes, my sweet?"

"I've uhh I've finished my invitations."

"Good, we'll pop into town and drop them off tomorrow," he said as he inked his pen, 

"I uhh I had a couple of spares,"

"Yes you should do dear I made sure to have extra in case of errors, damage, or just forgetting someone," he said, 

"I uhh Could I make one up?"

"For?" he asked looking up at me finally,

"For the doctor, who looked after my hand?" 

 He smiled wickedly a moment "I don't see why not,"

"Thank you!" I smiled going to run back to my room. 

I woke to the usual sounds of bird song as they fluttered back and forth in the bright sun, the moment I knew of the day my smile grew so wide. I bolted out my bed and into my bathroom, I ran myself a hot steaming bath. Once the water was high enough I turned off the taps and climbed in, I grabbed my soap and scrubbed myself making sure every inch of me was heavily scrubbed. I hummed as I did making sure to get my every crack and crevice. Once finished I jumped from the bath and wrapped a towel around myself. I dried myself off and changed for the day ahead

I took my stockings and pulled them up to my thighs, I took my bloomers and pulled them up to my waist buttoning them up tight, I took my underdress and slipped it over my shoulders tugging it down to my ankles, I took a pair of black boots and laced them all the way up. I took my corset still laced from yesterday and clipped it on having to breathe in a little to do the last few up but it meant I didn't need someone to lace my corset for me, I walked down my wardrobe and ran my hand across the rail of dresses. I picked out my cutest little lilac dress with black lace and thrills, I pulled it out and slipped it on giving it a good adjustment to let the built-in crinoline sit as it should. I did up the few buttons It needed. I moved myself to my vanity, I sat on the chair and looked at my reflection, I brushed my hair and pinned it back. I did some very minimal make-up to match my dress and I adjusted my ribbon to make sure the bow sat as it should. 

Once finished I gathered my bag and added all my invitations to my bag before I went to the dining room where my father sat with his breakfast. I took my seat and sipped some orange juice.

"You look very pretty this morning, my sweet"

"Well, we are dropping off invitations today, I thought I should look my best" I smiled as my breakfast arrived just some toast and jam, "Thank you," I smiled to her,

"Good girl, yes we will go and drop them off after breakfast." He nodded as he ate,

I smiled so very excited as I ate my toast and jam. 

I smiled as I stood and waited outside a local house, as my father went inside to deliver the invitation to my ball, after his meeting we went around town and delivered the invitations, I was not allowed in the houses of course but still it was nice to see the town. I stood just away from the streets under my black lace parasol. 

"Ahh, Good Day Miss Everset." 

I glanced to my side confused as to who would know my name, but I smiled widely as I saw him, 

"Ohh Good Day Doctor Dawkins," I curtsied with a wide smile, I did stop myself and lessen my smile as I didn't wish to look 'too willing', 

"What a pleasure to see you," He smiled, as he stood much as I saw him last but now with an added textured jacket and hat, 

"It's a pleasure to see you too, What brings you out into town today?"

"Ohh Just doing the rounds," he smiled as he raised his arm to show his doctor's case filled with tools, "Yourself?"

"Just in town with father,"

"Aww, You're a very nice girl to accompany your father to town," He smiled, 

"Yes, Well we have had a busy day, I was going to pop by the hospital later actually,"

"You where?" he asked, "You hand giving you trouble?" 

"No, no, I uhh I have something for you,"

"Ohh? What a coincidence," He chuckled, "I happen to have something for you too."

"You do?" I smiled rather excited, 

"I do, shall I go first then?"

"Yes Please," I smiled as I tried desperately to hide my blush, 

He smiled for a moment, he set down his bag and moved closer so close I could smell the metallic scent of blood and his slightly woody aftershave as he put his hands over my eyes, "Closed." He warned so I smiled and closed my eyes as he asked, I felt him move his hands away and gently felt a weight around my neck "And Open." He said, so I opened my eyes and saw the pearls around my neck.

I gasped, "My pearls!"

"The very same," he smiled as he came around to see my face,

"but how?" I asked so overjoyed to have them returned to me, 

"I have my ways, little lady," He winked, 

"Thank you so much! I don't know how I could ever repay you, Doctor Dawkins."

"You're very welcome Miss Everset," he smiled, "Don't worry about repaying me, I'm just happy you have your necklace back,"

"Thank you, Doctor Dawkins." I blushed

"You're quite welcome," He smiled, "Now? what's this you have something for me?"

"Ohh yes!" I nodded, I opened my handbag and flicked through the invitation envelopes finding his and I handed it over, "For you Doctor Dawkins,"

"oh? what's this?" He smiled as he happily took it, he opened the envelope and read the small card "An Invitation? To your debutante ball?" 

"Yes," I nodded, 

"Are you sure?"

"I am, I asked my father if I could invite you myself,"

"You did?"

"I did." I blushed,

"Aww, that's very sweet of you Miss Everset." He smiled, "I'd be delighted to attend." 

"You would?"

"Absolutely, You will see me there I promise"

"I shall expect your reply in the post then,"

"But I'm here right now? Can't I just tell you?"

"I wish you could," I sighed, "But it is proper."

"Alright, Fair enough little lady." He nodded, "I will get the reply sent as soon as possible," 

"I look forward to receiving it, Doctor Dawkins"

"If it's alright with you Miss Everset, Jack. Jack Dawkins."

I blushed twiddling my parasol a little "Ohh, Alright Jack. Y/n, Y/n Everset."

"Pleasure," he smiled as he took my hand and kissed it, "I look forward to seeing you on the twenty-first, You think I could get a dance?" He winked, 

I couldn't help my giggle, "Perhaps, you'll have to ask me then."

"Perhaps I will," He smiled, "You have a good day Y/n."

"You too Jack," I smiled, 

He tipped his hat politely and took his bag with him as he carried on with his journey, I blushed so hard at such a thought, that we had spoken almost privately, that he was coming to my ball, and that he may ask me for a dance.

"You alright my sweet? your cheeks are flush" My father asked as he came out the house,

"Just fine father, I think the heat is getting to me," I lied,

"Alright well you can go sit in the carriage if you like I'll deliver the rest of your invitations,"

"Yes father," I nodded,

He lead me to the carriage and left me there to deliver the rest himself, the moment I saw him leave I couldn't help but slightly squeal with excitement. 

I smiled as I sat on my chair, and I hummed to myself. My hands coated in pain, my dress protected by my white smock that too was smattered and splattered with paint stains. As I painted, guiding and gliding my brush across the cavus building the various colours with my watercolour paint. Miss Hardcastle stood behind me looming over me in the drawing room, one of the few places I was allowed to paint. 

The room was small with cream walls and art lining every inch,  easel's, pads and other such materials littered the room with a grand window to the garden, I often spent time here as whenever I could I convinced Miss Hardcastle to allow me time here, and if I wasn't here I'd be in my room doing much the same, I drew on the cavus the figure and shapes and had begun to add the watercolours to fill out his sweet intricacies, as soon as one dried I'd move on to the next even adding highlights and shadows to make him seem like an illustration as he belonged in a storybook. All while my other hand plaid with my string of pearls around my neck as I had worn them every day since Jack had returned them to me.  

"You should make the blue lighter," She recommended, 

"That's how dark I'd like the blue" I told her, as I did my best to stay within the lines I had already sketched or if I was to leave the lines do it in an artful watercolour way, 

"Yes, Miss," she nodded, 

I continued with my painting making sure to add more grey to my white, 

"The white should be clean,"

"No, He needs a dirty shirt," I answered as I went on with my painting, 

"Yes, Miss."

"don't add a green tie it will muddy the blue waistcoat."

"He likes his green tie," I argued as politely as I could,

"Yes, Miss." 

I smiled as I finished with my paint and grabbed my pencil adding sketch lines and detail mostly to his face making sure to sketch his strong jaw, his youthful cheekbones and his deep chocolate eyes, my focus on his face so intense I was biting my lip as I sketched over my paint even stopping my humming to better focus.

She coughed, "Do you and the easel need a moment alone Miss?" 

"No," I sighed moving back a little and calming myself down, 

"Does he have a name? You're muse?"

"Humm?"

"Does he have a name, Miss?"

"Ohhh uhh..." I blushed, "No, he doesn't have a name."

"Anyone Inspire you then?"

"No, no just ... from my head." I lied, 

I mean, I was drawing Jack. 

But I'm not telling her that, she'd tell my father and I'd never be allowed out of the house again." 

"You sure? You've been very... Specific? No one Inspire you, perhaps in town?" 

"No, I uhhh I just imagined him." I lied, "Perhaps from one of my books." 

"so nothing I need to inform our father?"

"No, nothing at all." I answered, "Just an artist's Imagination." I lied, 

"You'll have to change when you're done." She said, "You have paint all over your dress."

"Yes, Miss." I nodded,

"And you'll have to remove your ribbon, you have paint on that too-"

"No!" I yelled it echoing across the room, "I- I will wash it myself." 

She seemed taken back but she nodded, "Yes, Miss." 

[luna-moonpack]

Couple fingers of Rye And Flesh

Warning: Smut!

Inspired by AngelFangs_666 & this is also posted on Ao3!

There's a part 2 coming soon!

“Come on, Dad! Can you at least try to get along with Alastor?” Charlie asked as she looped her arm with her dad’s, “Get along with him? Come on, Char. He’s a lowly sinner who just wants power,” Lucifer muttered as he rolled his eyes. “Dad, He’s helping with this hotel and I think It’d be nice if…Both of my dads got along,” Charlie said softly which made Lucifer look at Charlie in surprise but soon sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, “Fine…But I’m only doing this for you, my little duckling,” Lucifer said as he hugged Charlie before pulling her down and kissing her forehead. Charlie hugged Lucifer back with a grin, “Great! Mimzy should be at the bar and Rosie is in the cannibal town,” Charlie told him before she walked off to talk to Vaggie. ‘Did she…plan this?’ Lucifer thought to himself before sighing and walking off to head to the bar where Mimzy should be.

Lucifer stood in front of the vintage-looking bar and sighed as he walked inside, He looked around seeing sinners seated at the table and a woman on the stage, singing an old vintage song. Lucifer’s eyes wandered around until he saw Mimzy, he walked over to her with his usual grin. “Good evening, Mimzy,” Lucifer greeted as he took a seat opposite of Mimzy, ”Good evening, your Highness. I heard you're trying to be friends with Al, that true?” Mimzy asked curiously as she ran her finger around the rim of the martini glass while looking up at Lucifer. “Yes, it’s true. Now, Do you have anything?” Lucifer asked, trying to get down to business so he could get this over with as he wasn’t comfortable being in a public place with so many people. “Alright. Just put on some jazz and pour a couple of fingers of Rye. And he becomes a kitten!” Mimzy said with a soft laugh before noticing that Lucifer had written it down on a notepad, she wanted to question it but she decided not to as it was best not to question the king of Hell.

“Thank you, Mimzy,” Lucifer said before he stood up and walked off, tucking the notepad in his coat as he did with his heels clicking against the wooden floorboards. Mimzy dreamy sighed as she rested her head on her hand with a grin, “Al, is one lucky deer,” Mimzy said with a smirk as she watched Lucifer walk out of the bar. Lucifer quickly headed to Rosie's Emporium where Rosie was, He walked in but didn’t find her at the corner which confused him as he started to look around until he found a table set with two cups of tea and a woman sitting there, humming.

Lucifer slowly walked over to the table, “Good evening, Rosie,” Lucifer said softly as he took a seat across from her, “I like what you’ve done to the place,” Lucifer added which made Rosie smile. “Why thank you, your highness. I’m glad you like it,” Rosie said with a smile “What would you like to know about Al?” she asked, “What’s a good gift for Alastor?” Lucifer asked softly as he took out his notepad.

Rosie smiled softly and giggled lightly, “Well, he is a cannibal, my dear. So, gift him some flesh, he will love it!” Rosie told Lucifer with a smile, “Okay, Anything else?” Lucifer asked as he wanted this to be perfect so they could get along. “He also likes venison,” Rosie added as Lucifer took a sip of his tea, “Thank you, Rosie. This’ll be useful,” Lucifer said with a smile as he took another sip, enjoying the tea. They talked for a while before Lucifer left to start the plan.

Alastor hums quietly as he holds his microphone behind his back while walking down the hallway, heading to his room within the hotel before his shadow appears behind him and taps his shoulder, stopping him from walking further. “Hm?” Alastor hummed as he looked at his shadow who handed him a note, “What do we have here?” Alastor asked as he held the microphone between his arm and chest. “It seems that the king wants me. Hm,” Alastor muttered before shrugging his shoulders as he kept walking but was stopped by his shadow who took the shape of Charlie.

Alastor narrowed his eyes at his shadow before sighing, “I suppose a small visit wouldn’t hurt…” Alastor grumbled before he headed off to go to  Lucifer’s place which didn’t take long. Alastor walked up to the door and made sure his hair was fixed, he could hear a panicked ‘Fuck!’ from inside along with some things being rearranged. Lucifer opened the door with a slight grin, “Greetings, Alastor! Glad you decided to come!” Lucifer said as he moved aside to allow Alastor inside, “I’m simply doing this for Charlie,” Alastor told Lucifer as he walked in. Lucifer led Alastor to the dinner table which was set with candles, vintage plates with steak and small pieces of venison, cups, and a bottle of Rye from 1910 which Alastor didn’t expect to see.

“What’s this about?” Alastor asked curiously as he glanced at the plate of food, “Like you said. I'm doing this for Charlie,” Lucifer said with a simple shrug before he pulled a seat back for Alastor. “Now, we should probably eat before the food gets cold,” Lucifer told Alastor, who simply sighed and set his microphone against the table before taking a seat with Lucifer pushing the chair in. Lucifer uncaps the bottle of Rye before pouring some into the two cups, he caps it and sits down across from Alastor. Alastor picks up a fork and pokes it slightly as he is unsure about the steak in front of him, “Don't worry, it's not poison. Just flesh made to look like steak,” Lucifer explains before cutting a piece off and eating it to prove it to Alastor.

“I'm guessing you visited Rosie and Mimzy… not many would know about my taste for Rye and venison… Nor would someone go all out for Lil old me so, what's the catch?” Alastor asked as he took a sip of his Rye while peering over the cup's rim to look at Lucifer, “Well, your guess is correct,” Lucifer muttered. ‘Fuck, how much does he know?’ Lucifer thought to himself before taking a quick sip of Rye to calm his nerves, “There is no catch. I'm just simply trying to get to know you so we can get along for Charlie’s sake,” Lucifer explained casually.

There was an awkward silence for a few minutes before they started doing a bit of small talking while eating and drinking. But eventually after four cups of Rye in them, they started to talk about parts of their lives while being slightly buzzed but nothing more. Alastor talked about his beloved mother whom he missed greatly while Lucifer talked about the good times he had with humans and occasionally up in heaven until they got on the topic of desires.

“You know, I never really had any experience with the same gender, only with the opposite… I was afraid that if I did then, well, I'd get arrested or something. I have seen a few lavender marriages which I envied but…” Alastor trailed off before laughing it off, “Ha! I think the alcohol is getting to me!” Alastor said quickly as he stood up and grabbed his microphone before walking towards the exit only to be grabbed by the hand which made him freeze.

Alastor turned around to see Lucifer with flustered cheeks, ‘That's the alcohol, right?’ Alastor questioned himself before Lucifer pulled him close. “We could experiment. Just us with no consequences,” Lucifer purred softly before he pulled Alastor into a gentle kiss which Alastor found himself quickly returning, he held Lucifer close. Alastor broke the kiss, “Yes,” Alastor said simply before grabbing Lucifer by the neck and guiding Lucifer backward to the table before he grabbed Lucifer’s hips and picked Lucifer up onto the table.

Alastor pinned Lucifer to the table, he squeezed Lucifer’s neck with a smirk before leaning close. “You're mine tonight,” Alastor growled lowly before he started to kiss down Lucifer's jawline and then moved his arm to kiss down Lucifer's neck, Alastor’s clawed fingers quickly ripped the collar of Lucifer's shirt to get access. Lucifer arched his back into Alastor's touch and let out a soft gasp as Alastor started to kiss down his neck, ‘Fuck! Fuck! He's hot!’ Lucifer thought before moaning in surprise as he felt Alastor bite down on his neck, drawing golden blood. Alastor slowly licked up Lucifer's neck, licking the blood off which made Lucifer moan with his legs around Alastor’s waist, drawing him closer.

“You taste divine,” Alastor admits before he pulled Lucifer into a deep kiss with their tongues swirling around for a few minutes before they broke apart for air, “To the bedroom,” Lucifer said while panting softly before he snapped his fingers, teleporting them to the bedroom and on to the bed. The four-post queen-sized bed was adorned with tyrian purple silk sheets. “Let's get this show on the road as people say nowadays,” Alastor purred as he pushed Lucifer's coat off his shoulders before undoing Lucifer's shirt, “Be a good boy for Daddy,” Alastor purred in Lucifer’s ear, sending shivers down his spine. Lucifer couldn’t find the words to speak so he simply nodded which made Alastor’s grin widen before he leaned down, kissing down Lucifer’s chest causing Lucifer to arch more into Alastor’s touch. Alastor took one of Lucifer’s nipples into his mouth, his sharp teeth grazing it while his tongue teased it till it hardened.

Alastor switched to the other nipple and did the same thing while undoing the button to Lucifer’s pants, Alastor grabbed the waistband of Lucifer’s pants and boxers before slowly pulling them down to release Lucifer’s cock. “My, my, This seems to make up for your height,” Alastor teased with a smirk, “Fuck you,” Lucifer muttered before he groaned, feeling Alastor’s hand wrap around the base of his cock. “You already are,” Alastor retorted with a smirk before he teasingly licked up the underside of Lucifer’s cock causing Lucifer to groan with his head falling back against the bed while he gripped the sheets tightly for dear life, “Just fuck m-” Lucifer was cut off as he felt something cold and wet protruding his entrance making him squirm before some black tentacles appear and wrap around his legs, keeping them open.

“I'm getting there. Patience,” Alastor cooed as thrusts his slick finger in and out of Lucifer before adding a second finger, he thrust them in and out of Lucifer while sucking the head of Lucifer's cock. Lucifer couldn't help but shudder when he felt himself getting close to cumming despite them barely starting, Alastor took a breath as he took Lucifer’s cock which made him gag causing him to pull back. “Heh. Can't handle it?” Lucifer teased with a smirk, making Alastor's smile turn into a sneer before smirking as he curled his fingers up to brush against that bundle of nerves which made Lucifer moan loudly in surprise and grab the sheets tighter.

"You know, I don't have to do this for you. I chose to, so be grateful," Alastor growled before he gently bit on Lucifer's right inner thigh causing Lucifer to moan and his wings to unfurl on the bed, "Bastard," Lucifer muttered under his breath. "Slack your jaw and try again," Lucifer muttered as he panted heavily, He was beginning to get impatient. Alastor smirked and licked along the bite mark as he pulled away before taking Lucifer's cock into his mouth, he bobbed his head up and down Lucifer's length before deciding to push Lucifer close to the edge. Alastor deep throats Lucifer's cock while his shadow slipped its tongue inside Lucifer's entrance, Lucifer couldn't help but thread his fingers into Alastor's hair.

It didn't take long for Lucifer to cum down Alastor's throat with a cry of pleasure, he panted heavily as he looked down to see Alastor staring up at him with a cocky grin as he swallowed. “Cocky fucker,” Lucifer growled before pulling Alastor up onto the bed before crawling on top of Alastor, pinning Alastor’s arms above his head with one hand while the other quickly unbuttoned Alastor’s coat. “Let’s get this pesky thing off of you,” Lucifer purred with a smirk as he slowly pushed it off of Alastor’s shoulders once it was undone, “Such a small waist,” Lucifer purred as he slid his hand under Alastor’s shirt and slowly slides up. Alastor let out a shuddered breath as he felt Lucifer’s warm hand slide up his stomach to his chest before suddenly pulling away which made Alastor whine.

“I'm getting there. Patience,” cooed Lucifer, using Alastor’s words against him which made him glared up at Lucifer. “Blast you,” Alastor muttered before shuddering as he felt the cool breeze on his skin as Lucifer had taken off his clothes, using his magic. “You look gorgeous,” Lucifer said breathlessly as Alastor squirmed below him, “Let me go or take me!” Alastor muttered eagerly as his cock twitched against his stomach. Lucifer smirked, “Fine, you eager brat,” Lucifer muttered as he applied lube to his cock and fingers before he slides a finger inside Alastor’s entrance, hearing a breathy moan coming from Alastor. “Fuck, You’re tight,” Lucifer murmured as he starts to work Alastor open while adding fingers to stretch Alastor gradually, “No shit!” Alastor muttered before moaning as Lucifer’s fingers hit his prostate.

Lucifer smirked, “Bingo,” Lucifer purred before he pulled his fingers from Alastor’s entrance and lined up his cock with Alastor’s entrance. “Fuck!” Alastor cursed as he arched his back, feeling Lucifer’s cock slide inside him, filling him inch by inch. Lucifer stayed still and held Alastor close, he ran his hand through Alastor’s hair in a way to comfort Alastor who didn’t seem to mind at the moment. “Y…You can move now,” Alastor whispered as he laid his head on Lucifer’s chest, He felt Lucifer’s hands gently grip his hips. “Okay,” Lucifer purred as he gently pushed Alastor onto his back before he started to thrust into Alastor, slowly while Alastor grabbed Lucifer’s neck and pulled Lucifer close in for a deep kiss.

Lucifer didn’t expect to see this side from the overlord but he wasn’t complaining as he knew the results of simply pointing it out, Lucifer slowly pulled away from the kiss and pinned Alastor’s hands on either side of Alastor’s head, intertwining their hands together. Alastor felt butterflies in his stomach as he saw Lucifer intertwine their hands together, he couldn’t help but moan as Lucifer picked up the pace and started to pound into him causing Alastor to wrap his legs around Lucifer’s waist. “H…Harder,” Alastor begged with his arms around Lucifer’s neck before groaning as he felt Lucifer hit his prostate causing him to dig his claws into Lucifer’s back, drawing blood. “Fuck,” Lucifer cursed as he held Alastor close, biting along Alastor’s neck and shoulders before reaching between them to stroke Alastor’s cock while he kept ramming into Alastor’s prostate.

Eventually, Lucifer and Alastor both came together, Lucifer’s cum overflowed his channel causing some to drip from his entrance which brought a smirk to Lucifer’s face. “I think that’s enough for tonight. Unless,” Lucifer said with a smirk while leaving it up to Alastor who weakly shook his head, “This is enough for me.” Alastor said weakly between heavy pants. “Alright,” Lucifer said playfully before he slowly pulled out of Alastor who whined at the loss, he crawled under the covers with the blanket covering himself from the neck down while Lucifer crawled over next to him. Lucifer let out a small hiss as he felt the pain in his back more while he lay on his back but it was worth it, he looked over to see Alastor lying on his side facing him.

“Goodnight, Mon cher,” Lucifer whispered as he looked up at the ceiling, “Goodnight…Mon Ange.” Alastor whispered before he fell asleep while Lucifer lay there with a smile.

[miyuhpapayuh]

thirteen

The sun’s high in the sky, shining down on all the bodies that litter the packed clubhouse, while the music’s blastin’ everybody's mama’s favorite songs.

“Woah-WOOOAH-HO!” The crowd sings at the top of their lungs, falling into a two-step on the green grass.

“You make me happy,” Zora and Leon sing to each other, her soft voice making the moment so much sweeter.

“This you can bet, you stood right beside me, and I won't forget!”

“And I really love youuu, you should know! I wanna make sure I'm right, boy! Before I let go!”

Their little duet earned some whistles, as Zora hid her face in his shirt, feeling the vibrations of his laughter run through her.

“So silly,” he remarks, holding her closer to him as they continue to sway.

“Ohh, hush!”

The first activity on the list was laser tag, and the girls were more excited than anybody.

“Remember, only one shot is necessary! Don't get trigger happy,” uncle Tommy cracks, wildly looking around at the crowd, making them laugh.

“Alright, spread out!”

The overgrown kids do just that and find their perfect corners, over the vast area of the park.

As soon as he called to start the game, Zora watched and silently laughed, as Eryn hid behind a tree as soon as her lanky brother turned to where she just was.

Underneath the clubhouse gazebo, Zora hides in the corner once she hears footsteps approaching. Pointing her gun, she pops her best friend as soon as she tries to skate by.

“Dammit!” Nique screams, swatting Zora with her free hand.

“You know this is my favorite game!” She laughs. “Now go sit at the loser table.”

“Screw you, Jean!” She says before sauntering over to the picnic table.

“That's Leon's job, babe!” She says, blowing a kiss before slipping through the opening and tucking herself behind the wood.

“Boo!” Lovita yells, popping her younger sister right in the chest, before she could even whip around.

“Dammit!” Neoma stomps, before making her way to the loser table, plopping down with a huff beside Nique.

“Who got you out?”

“The best in this damn family, Ne. Who else?!”

“That girl,” she shakes her head, “the second best player got me out. I hate them, both.”

They share a laugh, before looking up to catch Leon practically skating across the grass with Eryn right on his tail.

“Stop running, you punk!” She yells, laughing crazily.

“Never!” He yells back, whipping back around and shooting her in the chest.

“Dammit!”

And then, there were two.

Zora is still inching behind the back of the gazebo, poking her head out to see where Leon is. While he's on the opposite side, trying to see where she's been this whole time.

“Such a sucker,” she snorts, before coming around the side with her gun drawn.

“Oh, Avery..” She sings, making him turn around with his own gun drawn, smirking at her.

“You almost had me, sweetheart.”

“Oh, but I do have you.” She says, popping his chest piece, right before he tries to do the same to her.

“Damn, girl. I couldn't get my finger on the trigger!” He laughs.

“Gotta be quicker than that,” she laughs, moving outta sight once she spots Lovita inching towards her hiding spot.

Thinking she's in the clear, Lovita sighs to herself and pokes out to see where her youngest sister could be hiding.

Once she gets a good aim, Zora picks her off, delighted at the ever-so-colorful “fuck!” that leaves her mouth.

“I won!” She yells, doing her victory dance and pointing her fingers in her oldest sister's face, who's less than impressed on the outside, low-key jumping for joy on the inside.

Deep down, she knew she could never beat Zora at her favorite game, but she'd still sulk about it for the next couple minutes.

“Screw you, Jean.”

“Again, that's Leon's job!” She laughs, joining all the losers at the picnic table.

Uncle Tommy snorts at their faces, running the game back twice before starting the next one.

And of course, Zora won again.

This time, it was red light, green light. A classic.

Lining up on the grassy hill, they all eagerly wait for him to begin.

“Red light!” He yells, looking at everybody's feet to see who was gonna mess up early.

Nobody, surprisingly.

“Alright, tried to get one of y'all caught up.” He laughs.

“Green light!” He says, watching them fast walk their way past him, halting as he switches the color back to red, some of them groaning as Leon’s lanky ass was in the lead.

“Man, you gotta have mile-long legs!” Darnell scoffs.

“Right?! Ol lanky ass!” Eryn adds, making him whip around and look at her.

“You just touched down, sis. Don't make me send you back.” He points, to which she sticks her tongue out at him.

“Green light!” And they're off again! Zora and Clyde speed up a little, ending up neck and neck with Leon as the color goes back to red.

“How'd y'all make it up here?”

“Competitive nature took us over, I suppose.” Clyde shrugs, making Zora giggle.

“You can't win every game, Jean.”

“Watch me.” She winks, taking off past him at the next green light. He's keeping up nicely, though.

“Them two.” Nique laughs, speeding up a little as well, bumping Darnell on the hip.

“Aye, girl! Watch all that booty!” He taunts.

She turns to the other side of her, catching Neoma and Lovita’s playful and knowing stares, before shaking her head.

“Watch yourself.” She says with a laugh.

“Mm. I'll be watching something else, too.” He smirks.

“You got some fresh ass friends,” Zora points out, making him laugh as the color turns red again.

The red mark in the grass is super close.

“For you to be so short, you movin’ pretty quick. You run track and ain't tell nobody??” Leon asks, looking back at his goofy friends.

“Nope, little people are quick on their feet!” She replies, flying to the finish line.

“See?!” She cheeses, doing another happy dance, as everyone sighs. Nique claps for her, always a cheerleader for her girl.

Soon, everyone was sick of Zora and her winning streak, and decided to have a water balloon fight, pelting her with them to get her back.

“Okay, okay! I think y'all got y'all’s point across! Jeez!” She yells, wiping water from her face.

The girls, especially, had got her good. Wetting her up from head to toe. Good thing she was sporting a ponytail and her good running shoes.

“Sorry about your shirt, my guy,” she sighs, pulling at the soaked collar.

“Oh it’s mine, now?” He teases, making her laugh.

“Shut up!”

“Like you don't have another one of those in the back of your closet,” Eryn screws her lips up at her brother. “You'll be okay!”

“Right?” Zora adds, as they slap hands.

“Alright now, don't let babygirl get you drop-kicked.” Leon says with a stern face, making them both crack up.

“That was so scary, you look like that man you despise.” Eryn says, making him straighten.

“Won't be making that face anymore.”

“Yeah, I bet.” She snorts, turning back to Zora. “Thanks for the invite, this is such a nice get together!”

“Of course! I feel like you and I haven't hung out like we've been wanting to and I knew you were coming back soon, so I decided to make it a block party slash welcome back bash!”

“So sweet of you. I gotta show you the vacay pictures I took!”

“Ooh, I wanna see too!” Nique squeals.

“Yeah, me too!” Neoma adds, Lovita already shoving her way in too.

“Come, come!” Eryn motions for them to gather around her at the table, while Leon moves off to where his friends are.

“Women,” Clyde jokes as the guys laugh.

“Aye, now. Don't let Vita hear you say that.”

“Yeah, I heard she been on you like white on rice, bruh.” Leon laughs.

“Man, I'm on her just as bad.” He shakes his head, stealing a glance at her, smirking when she looks over at her and winks.

“What about you and Nique, bruh?” He asks Darnell.

“Dominique and I are getting acquainted just nice.”

“Oh shit, first name basis huh?”

“Yeah, she warmed up to me real quick.” He pats himself on the back.

“And you, Craig?” Leon asks.

“Ah, that's my honeybee!”

“This man,” Darnell cracks.

“What?? He calls Zora his precious flower and I'm bein’ called out??”

“Both of y'all are ridiculous, then!”

“Whatever, man. She's as sweet as can be. Feisty, too.” He chuckles.

“Yeah, she done already had to knuckle you up, huh?”

“She threatened me once. That's all it took. I'd fight all of y'all over her, that's for sure.”

“Yeah, them Hunts’ don't play.” Leon shakes his head.

“Oh, we know!”

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Moving the party to Lovita’s backyard, they moved on to their own version of beer pong, switched out for tequila, and everybody was getting their lick back on Zora.

She wasn't a sore loser like the others, but a few angry grumbles left her lips at the first couple shots she had to knock back, and trouble’s always around the corner when it starts tasting like water.

Luckily the game was won by Neoma’s team, and now it was time for the last game of the night. Truth or drink.

Things were about to get interesting.

“Alright, we'll let Zora get herself together before we dig into her,” Neoma snickers as her younger sister flips her off, “uh… Darnell.”

“Oh, me first?,” he points to himself, “aight, what you got?”

“Would you ever date someone twice your age?”

“Hell nah,” he blurts, making the group laugh.

“What if she was like really fine?”

“She could be Nia Long fine, I'm still not doin’ it,” he says with a laugh and shake of the head.

“I don't know, Nia fine!” Zora throws out.

“No doubt! Still couldn't do it, though.” He reiterates. “My turn. Leon. My guy.”

“Oh lord. What's up, man?”

“What's the meanest thing you've ever said to someone?” He asks, a slight squint in his eyes.

Leon immediately knocks his shot back, while Craig just shakes his head.

“Leon, you're a mean man?” Lovita asks, holding her chest in faux shock.

“No… heated arguments go so many ways and by the time you've even realized what you've said, it's too late.”

“Gotta be careful what you say, yeah.” She nods.

“And who you say it to, right?”

“Yup. Now, my turn. Lovita, dear.”

“Yes?”

“Have you ever had to use that weapon you be threatenin’ everybody with?”

She laughs, before knocking back her own shot. He shakes his head.

“You never shoot and tell.” Neoma snorts, making Zora shake her head at the both of them.

“Shoot and tell,” Clyde cracks, “never heard that one, before.”

“First time for everything,” Lovita points out, and he agrees.

“Alright, babygirl. Your turn.” Lovita smirks at Zora.

“What, man?”

“Spell colonel.”

“Like the corn??” She squints, making her sister laugh.

“No, girl. The other one.”

“Oh…” she knocks her shot back, making them all laugh.

“You weren't even gonna attempt?” Leon asks.

“I've had like six shots of lighter fluid! No, I was not gonna attempt!” She laughs at herself.

“Alright, since you wanna grill me, lanky. What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done in public?”

“Oh, I can tell y'all this one. I got really drunk at a kickback and thought I could do a handstand, cause when else are you feeling that invincible, right?”

“Did you fall on your face, Avery?” She asks, snickering once he nods his head.

“I bet that was a sight to see,” Eryn laughs at her brother. “You always were a klutz.”

“Alright, now. You've taken a couple tumbles, yourself.” He points, to which she holds her hands up in mock surrender.

“Alright, lil sis. You ever break the law?”

“Who hasn't?!” She scoffs.

“I told you she was a rebel!” Zora pokes his arm.

“A rebel with cause, though!” Eryn defends.

“Yeah, yeah!” Leon adds, shaking his head like a disapproving parent.

“Don't shake your head at me! Most of the illegal things I've learned were from you!”

“Wow, teaching the baby bad habits?” Clyde asks, shaking his head at his friend.

“Shut the fuck up, she's being dramatic.” He laughs.

“Am I?”

“You are.”

“Kay. Nique, what's your least favorite word in the dictionary?”

“Cock. I wanna set it on fire.” She says, grimacing afterwards.

“Such an icky word!”

“It really is!”

“Fix your face, baby.” Darnell laughs, turning her scowl into a smile she tried her damndest to hide.

Baby???

“Baby?” Zora asks, her jaw touching the table.

“Yeah, this ma baby,” he throws an arm around the back of her chair, kissing her cheek, all while she blushes profusely.

“Aw, that's so cute!”

“Zora, please!” She giggles.

It was no shocker that her sisters had taken a liking to the men that she presented to them, but she couldn't lie about how happy she was about everything running so smoothly between them all. It was a sight to behold.

It almost moved her drunk ass to tears, which caused them to wrap the game up and spread out through her oldest sister's house, due to nobody being in the shape to drive home.

Nique and Neoma shared the sectional, while Craig and Darnell made themselves comfortable on the floor with throw blankets and pillows. Zora and Leon snuggled up on the loveseat, while Lovita pulled Clyde upstairs to her room, giving Eryn her guest room since she'd had a long flight back.

Enjoy!

Ch 14

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[joviepog]

Puddle of tears

Where you and wilbur cry and sing the songs you made together after both of your horrid breakups. Finally reuniting.

(Part two of Jovie’s series, “Click”.)

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Part 1 — Part 3

Warnings: cursing, angst, mention of depression, sad, signs mental abuse, signs of manipulation.

Pronouns: She / They

Who: Wilbur soot x reader

Word count: 2014 words!

Tag list: No one

Anything else: So, ive been having hard times irl and i think this was a great way for me to express them in a way you guys will love. I started writing this right after i made the first one because this was the part i was most excited to write. I put a couple of songs in there to give you the aesthetic but by all means you do not have to listen to them. They are just what i thought the mood was in that period of time. Though i do recommend to listen to the second song (at least the beginning) because that is the song they sing together. Like always, I’ve gotten almost no sleep s please excuse any errors.

This story was NOT proofread.

Listen to this as you read!

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You sat on you bed, snuggled up in some blankets. You were reading, trying to get your mind off of anything and everything. Wilbur was sitting on the opposite side of your bed, sitting with his knees to his chest. He was scrolling through his phone. His eyes seemed wary and his eye bags only made them look worse. One of his arms were hugging his leg while the other held his phone.

You could only guess you looked worse. You haven’t slept in days. You haven’t showered in a good while and all you’ve eaten are a couple of ramen noodles that you got from the nearest store. You’ve been in your pajamas for days, only changing them every 4 days. You’ve barely been drinking any water and you’ve only brushed your teeth 4 times in the last 6 days. The only thing keeping your breath from smelling of garbage are a couple of packets of gum that you have lying around your flat. Your eyes were red and puffy from all the crying sessions you had the night before.

You were lucky that wilbur was even dealing with you. You felt so lucky to have your friend with you again. The fact he even drove 20 minutes away just to be with you every day is absolutely bewildering. You reunited with him the day you got broken up with. You remember it clear as day.

You had gotten a text from Josh. Someone you haven’t heard from in ages. You where in the middle of making yourself some ramen when you checked your phone. You remember feeling scared. Like he was going to yell at you for not talking to him for so long. For leaving soothouse randomly. For yelling at him the day he asked what was wrong. You where so scared. You left the text message alone for hours. Till you finally opened it up around 10 pm. Your eyes widened when you read it.

He wasn’t yelling at you, he wasn’t asking you questions, he wasn’t even talking about you. The text message was small and clear, “Wilbur got his heartbroken by some girl who used him to travel the world. I think he needs help, he’s struggling but he wont talk to any of us. He trusts you. Can you talk to him?” He was talking about wilbur. The one person you didn’t dare talk to. The one person, that you were really, really scared to talk to. You didn’t have it in you to comfort anyone. You needed to be comforted by someone…

And yet, you found yourself calling Wilbur. The first call was a let down, and yet you knew it was going to happen. You heard the phone ring and ring until it went to voicemail. You were going to give up. You really were. But something told you to try again. ‘Just one last time’

You clicked the call button once again. Expecting it to ring out. But after one ring the phone was picked up. You stayed silent, unable to speak, scared. There was a small sniffle from the other side. And you couldn’t help but sniffle back. You two sat in silence for a moment, only the sounds of soft sniffles coming through. But, when you were ready to hang up, to curse at yourself for even trying; you heard four words over the phone.

“Can I come over?” There was a silence once again. The voice was groggy, it sounded as if it was forced out. You could tell he had been crying. You wanted to cry too… “Yeah…” was all you could manage to get out. You hadn’t told anyone about the breakup. But your ex probably told everyone. Wilbur was probably one of the first people he told. He was so obsessed with wilbur, you hated him so much for it.

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“YOU WERE TALKING TO WILBUR AGAIN?!? HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO?” He yelled out, pointing at the door from where you and wilbur once stood. “UGH. HE WAS PROBABLY THINKING ABOUT HOW MUCH HE WANTED YOU! CAN’T YOU TELL HOW IN LOVE HE IS? HE WANTS TO STEAL YOU AWAY. FROM ME! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT YN?” He turned toward you, his eyes flaming, “YOU KNOW WHAT? JUST TO MAKE HIM HAPPY, I’LL TELL HIM WHEN WE BREAK UP. SO HE HAS SOME SORT OF FUCKING CHANCE WITH YOU.SO THAT HE CAN FINALLY LIVE OUT HIS SHITTY FANTASY.”

This caught your attention. Tears started to form, “You- You think we are going to break up one day?” Your voice was meek, unable to bring to many words out. Tears started to flow from your face as you looked up at him from where you were seated. His gaze softened a bit, (which now that you think back on it he might have thought he had gotten caught) and worry covered his face.

“If.” He paused, “If it happens. I don’t think it will. But if it does it will be the first thing I do.” He kneeled to where you were sitting and cupped you face in his hands. With his thumb he rubbed your tears away. “See what he caused baby? He wants this to happen.” He paused as he leaned his forehead on yours, “stop talking to him baby, then none of this will ever happen again.”

You nodded, scared of what he would do if you said no. He smiled at you and pulled away from your face. He gave you a soft kiss before walking away, not looking back. Once you made sure that he left you cried. You cried so hard. Later that day he made sure you wouldn’t talk to wilbur at all. Your surprised he even let you keep his contact.

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Once wilbur got there he knocked slowly. That doesn’t matter though. Because by the first knock you where already there to open the door. You opened the door quickly. It had been over a year that you hadn’t seen him. Your eyes widened when you saw him. The moment you laid eyes on him tears started to form. And by the time you took a few steps to hug him, you were already crying. Your tears soaking his sweater. He hugged you back and started to cry too. He buried his face in your hair as he did.

It was a beautiful moment. You felt so lost without him. And now that you two were together you felt complete. Like you finally gained back your missing piece. You two kept crying in each others arms. You didn’t want to let go. You wouldn’t let go. It was this beautiful, sad reunion that must have been so awkward for your neighbors.

And now, as you sat here in a comfortable silence with wilbur you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of both happiness and sadness. Wilbur was going through the same thing you were going through. He felt like someone you could really just… relax with. In these days of misery you and wilbur have made some stupid breakup songs. You both memories them by now but you stopped singing them about a week ago. You think you guys just kind of gave up. On everything. You guys barely talk on a daily. You guys just sit in a comfortable silence.

Suddenly you find yourself standing up and walking towards your cupboard, pulling out a new set of pajamas.

“What are you doing?” Asked wilbur as he looked up from his phone. “I’m going to take a shower and brush my teeth. I feel disgusting. Maybe getting myself together again will help?” I say, more of a question than a statement. He nods a yes and looks back at his phone. You sigh and walk away, cursing at yourself for even getting up. You already regretted your decision and you weren’t even to the restroom yet. You arrived to the restroom and opened the door, you walk in and lock the door behind you. You let out a sigh once again. You set your cloths aside as you turn on your shower. You quickly get your toothbrush out and you start brushing your teeth, waiting for the water to heat up. Once your done brushing your teeth and you see the mirrors start to fog up you undres and get in the shower. The hot water relaxing your body. You let out one last sigh. Letting the water calm your body for a bit more. But after a few seconds you get to work. You scrubbed your hair and your body like there was no tomorrow. And once you felt clean, you tuned off the water and grabbed the towel. You dried your body then you wrapped you hair in the towel. You stepped out of your shower and put on some lotion and cloths. You felt like a whole new person. You felt refreshed, you were surprised you even made it out of the bed.

Anyway, once you got back into the room with wilbur he had a guitar in hand. He smiled at you and you smiled back. You plopped yourself on the bed next to him. You saw as his fingers moved too were they need to go next. “Are you willing to sing a bit?” He says with a smile, it seems forced, but you nodd.

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Listen to this for the next part:

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“He never had cool stories. He doesn't make your heart beat.Used to love his mystery. But now he's just exhausting. Another day spent just laying in his room. The stench of incense. And some undelivered food.” You forced a smile as you heard him play. This was your song. The one that hurt you the most. Nevertheless, he continued.

“And she thought. ‘What if he thinks I'm the one?’” You sang that part with him. The memories rushing back. You felt a lump in your throat form as the two fo you continued.

“And I'll be forced to rot away, with him and his obsessions, with trivial things. Like the amount of fucking love hearts I finish a text message with.” You laughed a bit at the end, thinking about how much he cared about stupid little things. The lump I your throat grew bigger and you cursed at yourself upon how just one song could get you so emotional.

“And when you hold his hands…” Then it was your turn, “ It doesn't feel like flying.”

“And when you take his breath away…” he looked at you with a small smirk as you sang, “he might as well be dying.”

“And you're dying to breathe, You're trapped in his cage.” He paused for a moment as he looked at you, his face now covered with worry and sadness, “And its shrinking.

“And she thought, ‘What if he just never leaves?Or if he doesn't get the message?And he doesn't hear my please?‘“ You started to tear up, all the pain, and all the depression, and all the feelings came back. You felt it all. Like you were expierenceing it all over again. You looked down as you continued singing, you could already feel his nervous gaze. But once again, he proceeded.

“So she just started screaming… Why can’t he just bore me to death.” A reference to some old text with wilbur. You started to feel your pajamas becoming wet. Wilbur paused, looking at you and putting your hand on your shoulder. “YN..”

You shook your head, tears still flowing down your face. “Keep singing. It’s alright.” He sat in silence for another moment before singing another song. One of his songs. You leaned on his shoulder and you started to cry on it. You could hear his voice starting to sound choppy as well but he persisted. As you cried you found yourself drifting to sleep. His voice calming you as he went. Even if it was choppy because of his tears. You still loved it.

And soon, you found yourself asleep. Lying in a puddle of tears.

Yeah like i said before this was really nice to write. Also im working on being able to use links right so it should be up on my pinned soon.

[switchplate-2]

Well and truly fucked

Swiss escapes his 'stage of shame' to visit Sodo. More under the cut.

Also I fully blame this on @sisterprocrastinator!

“Cum for me baby girl,” Swiss growled the words in Sodo’s ear.

 He knew that there was always the chance for Swiss to escape his little stage of shame as they teasingly called it, something that he had begun doing more and more of late. He would occasionally make his way to his side, sometimes running to harass one of the girls. But this time when Swiss ran up onto Sodo’s platform while he was really playing with all he had during ‘Watcher in the sky’ what happened totally caught the small ghoul by surprise.

Swiss positioned himself flush against Sodo’s back, his left hand fisting a handful of Sodo’s uniform pants while the left snaked it’s way under Sodo’s guitar. His mind flashed to in infamous dick grabbing clip that to his understanding is still circulating the internet. Swiss’ hand was gripping his cock and jerking him then and there on the stage in front of countless fans, during a part where all eyes were on him. This would be all over the internet before they made it to the hotel, again.

He's by no means a ‘two pump chump’ but coupled with already being horny, what he can’t help his high sex drive. Then add to it that the energy from the fans immediately ramps up anything the ghouls are feeling, which is why they always make sure that Mountain is fed, Rain had a nap and Sodo is properly fucked immediately before they go on stage.

When you add all those things together you are handling a volatile substance, one that Swiss has his fist around as best he can jerking all while Sodo tries to continue to play, the last thing he wants is Papa to yell at him for fucking up a song. The suddenly the thin thread holding what dignity that the Fire ghoul had together snaps with no warning and the only thing hiding his undoing was his guitar as he did exactly what Swiss told him to and came. “Good job, now everyone else will know what a needy little slut you are for me. Cumming like that in front of the fans,” Swiss purred to Sodo as he gave his ass a firm swat, all while Sodo held himself together and played as if he didn’t just cum in his pants.

It didn’t take long, and he could feel his own cum cool and each time the air hit it he was reminded of the way he folded for the Multi so easily in front of a full house. Each time Rain or Phantom came near him Sodo could hear them growl lowly. When Copia came and did the kneeling bit during ‘Kiss the Go Goat’ the look on the old man’s face gave away that he too knew.

Sodo was begging the Dark Lord to call him back to the Pit by the time that they made it to the final bow, and he was supposed to be throwing picks to the fans. When he smelled Mountain come up behind him Sodo whimpered, “You have any idea how fucked you are little one?” He was gone before Sodo’s brain was able to form any response at all.

Once Copia released them to head backstage Sodo ran to the green room. He wanted to change and put all this behind him. But his footsteps were soon echoed by more. He knew better than to look back until he made it to their dressing room. He slammed the door and swore at the fact that there wasn’t a lock on it, all he was able to do was back slowly towards the wall opposite the door. When it slowly opened the first one to step in was Swiss, “That’s no way to treat your pack when we are just here to help you out.” Rain, Phantom then Mountain all file in behind Swiss, all with feral grins on his face.

This is when Sodo really knew he was well and truly fucked.

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Title

Fandom: RPF, British RPF, Queen

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader

Characters: Roger Taylor, Brian May, John Deacon, Freddie Mercury, Reader, You

Word Count: 3139 // Rating: Teen & Up

Summary: I know you think I'm cool but I ain't one of the boys, No, don't be scared that I'm gon' tie you down, I need a little more

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Halloween Challenge, Writing Challenge, Songfics, Queen, Queen Band, Love, Friends To Lovers, Admitting Feelings, Hangover, Mild Swearing, Defining the Relationship, Hugging, Performing, Queen On Tour, Touring, Title // Meghan Trainor

Notes:  This is part of my writing Challenge for Halloween 2022. All fics are based off of songs I love. The aim is to write one fic a day for 15 days straight. I’m doing a similar thing for Christmas but they will all be headcanons [requests welcome for that] Enjoy x  

15 DAYS OF SONGFICS FOR HALLOWEEN (OCT 15TH - OCT 31ST)

The air was electric as the guys came off stage. The crowd was still screaming and clapping as they appeared around me each of them doused in sweat, congratulating one another on yet another successful show. As Freddie took the bottle of water I handed out to him and put it to his lips, chugging it down quickly, I offered Brian a towel so he could wipe his sweaty brow whilst the roadies took his and John’s guitars away from them.Then I held my hand out for Roger’s drumsticks and he handed them to me as he always did. 

‘What did you think?’ he asked as I took them out of his hand.  ‘Brilliant,’ I said with a smile. Since I was their personal assistant I had to be on the sidelines every night in case they needed anything. The bonus was that I was able to see them perform over and over again.  ‘I don’t know,’ Freddie said as we started to walk towards the dressing room.  ‘What Fred?’ Brian asked, his towel was wrapped around his neck now, though shrouded by the mass of black curls from above.  ‘I think I went a little pitchy in that last couple of songs,’ he said, ‘might be coming down with something.’ ‘Want me to pick you something up?’ I asked as we walked through the long narrow corridor that led us to a large dressing room. It wasn’t cosy. It was merely a room made of breezeblocks and a hard stone floor but the boys had made it their own despite only being there for a few hours. A large rack of eccentric outfits hung in the corner that was partitioned from the room by a thin curtain. A table stocked with all kinds of booze and glasses was in another corner and a couple of beat-up couches surrounded a coffee table full of snacks. 

‘No, it’s alright,’ Freddie said, ‘think I probably just need to rest a little.’ ‘So we’re not going out?’ Roger asked. He was standing by the mirror, now shirtless, running his fingers through his hair as he attempted to style it. Freddie flopped down onto one of the couches and sighed, ‘of course, we’re still going out.’ ‘What happened to resting?’ Brian said as he sat down opposite him. As Freddie and Brian started to discuss vocal rest Roger disappeared behind the curtain that separated the room from the ‘changing area’. Though as he disappeared I realised he had left his t-shirt on the dressing table. I had been hovering, perched on the arm of the couch so I stood up and wandered to the vanity, picking it up and slipping behind the curtain to where Roger was. He looked up as I entered, pulling the curtain back quietly, but then his focus went back to the pants he had been shimmying on. After a second or so he was just shirtless and I extended the t-shirt out to him which he took gratefully. Anyone else would blush or run out after seeing their boss half naked but my working life wasn’t exactly a normal one and over the past couple of months, Roger and I had fallen into something more than just friendship.

‘Hey,’ I said as I leaned against the wall, watching him.  ‘Hey,’ he said with a small smile.  ‘You played a good show today,’ I said. ‘Yeah it felt like a good one,’ he said as he slipped his t-shirt on. The chatter outside the curtains had gotten louder as more friends and family had come into the room and someone had put some music on and I could hear the sound of drinks being poured. So, feeling a little brave I pushed up off the wall and slid my arms around Roger’s waist. He smiled a little as I did but when I tried to lean up to kiss him he turned away. ‘People,’ he mumbled, pulling away from me. My arms dropped to my sides as embarrassment flooded through me. He looked away from me sheepishly though I doubted he was as embarrassed as I was at the rejection. Before I could beg for the ground to swallow me whole the curtain pulled back and John stood there, watching us. 

‘Sorry,’ he said, ‘I didn’t realise you were both in here.’ ‘Rog forgot his shirt,’ I said quickly. John nodded at the information though his gaze was laced with an air of suspicion, but before he could say anything else I slipped past him trying to ignore the heat in my cheeks. I took a seat next to Freddie and Roger came out a couple of seconds after me and slipped down onto the couch next to Brian, not meeting my gaze. Instead, he took a beer bottle off the table and cracked it open, chugging it down after a couple of seconds. 

My embarrassment quickly turned to irritation like it had been doing a lot recently. Roger and I weren’t a couple but we weren’t just friends either. Truth was I wasn’t really sure what we were. Our ‘relationship’ had occurred entirely by accident towards the start of this tour.

‘Jesus Fred you weigh a ton,’ Roger said as we shuffled a very pie-eyed Freddie through the hotel room door.  ‘Can barely hold him up,’ I panted as we stumbled into the room. As we neared the bed Roger pulled him off me and dumped him onto it ungracefully.  ‘Well at least we got him home for the night,’ he chuckled as we watched Freddie spread eagle on the mattress still fully clothed.  ‘I think we did more than enough don’t you?’ I giggled making im smile as he headed to the door. I leant down and slipped Freddie’s shoes off, dumping them by the foot of the bed and then I placed his key card on the nightstand and headed to where Roger was waiting for me. We slipped out of the room quietly as we walked down the hall to our rooms. Our rooms were directly opposite one another so we lingered in the hall to say goodbye.

‘Thanks for helping me,’ I said.  ‘You’re welcome,’ he said with a dismissive wave.  ‘Honestly, there’s no way I would’ve got him back here,’ I said but he cut me off. ‘Y/N honestly it’s not a problem,’ he said with a smile. He watched me closely, looking down at me with such intensity I felt my heart rate quicken. He looked good. His blonde shaggy locks were sticking out in all directions from where he’d been dancing or running his fingers through it and his eyes sparkled in the fluorescent hotel lighting. Then he murmured, ‘I had a good night tonight.’ ‘Me too,’ I said.  ‘You looked nice tonight,’ he said casually. I could feel my cheeks burning up at the compliment.  ‘Thanks,’ I mumbled before turning on my heel and mumbling a, ‘well night then.’

But as I reached for my door I felt his hand on my arm, spinning me around into his arms. He grabbed my face and pulled me to him kissing me with a ferocity I didn’t know he had. I could taste ale and cigarettes but I didn’t care. I melted into him, allowing him to kiss me as he wanted his hands all over as he pulled me to him and walked us into my room. 

Our relationship from then on had been pretty much that. Whenever we were alone it was like we couldn’t stop ourselves from tearing the other’s clothes off. Every night without fail one of us would succumb to getting up and going across the hall to slip into the other’s room. But then in front of people, it was entirely different. He was entirely different. He’d talk to me and laugh with me like we were nothing more than friends. 

As if he didn’t spend his nights fucking me senseless.

As if his mornings weren’t taken up by us lying in bed together, cuddling and talking about anything and everything. 

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard my name mentioned and looked up to find everyone looking at me.

‘Sorry?’ I asked looking for some clue as to what I was missing.

‘We were just wondering if you were coming out tonight?’ he asked. I looked between them, my gaze flicking to Roger for a split second. He was watching me carefully as if trying to figure out how his night was going to be impacted. I felt anger flood through me forcing my answer out my mouth, ‘yeah, count me in.’ 

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Ring….Ring….Ring

My hand fumbled around on the nightstand looking for the source of the noise. I knocked the receiver off of its holder clumsily though I managed to grab it and put it to my ear as I mumbled, ‘Hello?’  ‘Hi is this Miss Y/L/N?’ a sweet voice said on the other end of the line.  ‘Yeah,’ I yawned rolling onto my back as she continued.   ‘This is your wake-up call as requested,’ she said. ‘What time is it?’ I grumbled.  ‘8 am as you asked,’ she replied.  ‘Right, thanks,’ I said cursing my sober self for being so organised that now hungover me was suffering. ‘You’re welcome,’ she said and then the line disconnected. 

As I lay on my back and opened my eyes I tried to ignore just how beaten my body was feeling at this moment in time. Being so annoyed at Roger meant that I had gone a little overboard. Now I was feeling the brunt of my stupidity. My stomach churned as I climbed out of bed feeling sticky from the stale sweat I had been lying in. My head thumped as I rifled around my bag to find some painkillers. I threw them down, thankful that drunk me had been so kind as to leave out a glass of water, and then I headed to the bathroom to get ready. 

I spent a little longer than normal in the shower, allowing the warm water to try and make me feel human again. Then I climbed out, threw on some jeans and a T-shirt, and left my room. I woke the boys one by one, knocking on their doors to make sure they were up. Brian was already up and told me he’d be downstairs for breakfast in a minute. John took a knock or two but he opened his door and told me he too would be joining me soon. Freddie was awake but still in bed which meant I had to force my way inside to make sure. He was laying against the headboard watching TV.

‘Why didn’t you open the door?’ I grumbled throwing myself onto his bed.  ‘Because I knew you’d save me the trouble and come in,’ he chuckled taking a drag of his cigarette.  ‘At least I get to take a cat nap on your bed,’ I said with a sigh as I rested my head on my folded arms.  ‘Feeling a little delicate this morning huh?’ he said.  ‘You’re a bad influence,’ I grumbled.  ‘Oh last night was all you princess,’ he replied. I looked up at him with a scowl.  ‘Well I’m feeling it now,’ I said.  ‘I’m sure it’s nothing a spot of breakfast can’t fix,’ he said. My stomach churned again, ‘I think it’s just going to be toast for me.’  ‘Well I’m coming now,’ he said climbing out of bed, ‘am I your last wake-up call?’  ‘No,’ I said quietly as he started gathering some belongings so he could head to the bathroom. He didn’t seem to notice my hesitation I said, ‘just Rog left. Bri and John should be down there by now.’ 

‘Okay, well I’m just going to shower and I’ll meet you down there,’ he said as he lingered by the bathroom door. ‘Alright,’ I said peeling myself off of the bed.  ‘Probably a good job you left him till last,’ he said.  ‘Why?’ I asked my curiosity piquing.  ‘He only got back late,’ he said.  ‘Oh?’ I asked trying to remember if I knew the details of last night. Unfortunately, they weren’t there for me to remember.  ‘Yeah,’ he said with a smirk, ‘we came back together but he put you to bed. I left him trying to herd you up the stairs.’ ‘Oh,’ I grimaced, the embarrassment of last night returning.  ‘Looked about as easy as plaiting fog,’ he chuckled and then he ducked into the bathroom and shut the door. I walked out of the room and headed a door down. Roger’s room. 

I knocked gently and listened as I heard movement behind the door which opened a minute later revealing a tired-looking Roger. He was wearing pants but no shirt and I had to admit he looked good. 

‘Hey,’ I mumbled. He nodded but didn’t speak as he ducked back into the room. I followed him, shutting the door quietly as I tried to keep the noise to a minimum so as to not aggravate my headache. I sat down on the bed as he put on his clothes, ignoring me.  ‘Freddie said you helped me get to bed last night,’ I said after a moment, ‘thank you.’ ‘Yeah well better that than you embarrassing yourself again,’ he said as he angrily pulled his T-shirt over his head.  ‘What?’ I asked.  ‘Last night,’ he said folding his arms across his chest, ‘you couldn’t have been more obvious.’ ‘And what exactly was I doing?’ I said folding my own arms across my chest as I stood up.  ‘You don’t remember?’ he scoffed.  ‘Please enlighten me,’ I said.  ‘Throwing yourself at that guy right in front of everyone,’ he said loudly. His words hit me like a ton of bricks as I tried to remember my own actions but found myself coming up short, but my lack of recall didn’t mean his words hadn’t sparked anger in me. 

‘And?’ I said huffily.  ‘And?’ he repeated, ‘it’s embarrassing. Trying to get me to bite because I wouldn’t kiss you.’  ‘Maybe I’m just sick of being your sort of girlfriend. Of being someone who’s good enough for a quick shag but you daren’t be seen out in public with,’ I sneered, ‘did you ever think about that?’  ‘Y/N,’ he sighed, ‘we’ve talked about it-’ ‘Have we?’ I spat, ‘because all I ever remember is you acting like we’re the only two people in the world until there’s actually other people around then it’s like you can’t stand to be with me-’ ‘That’s not how it is?’  ‘Tell me then,’ I said.  ‘Tell you what?’ he asked angrily.  ‘Tell me how it is. Do you even like me? Or am I just someone who’s there when you want to get your leg over?’ I shouted standing up. I panicked for a second. The irony that we were arguing about us not going exclusive when everyone important to us was within earshot wasn’t lost on me.  ‘Of course, I do,’ he sighed, ‘I’m just not ready.’ ‘For what?’ I said, ‘I’m not asking you to marry me, Roger. I’m just asking that we at least acknowledge there’s something between us.’ ‘But we work together you’re part of the team what if I fuck it up?’ he asked quietly sinking down onto his bed. I sighed and took a seat next to him though I didn’t look at him. My gaze fixed on the wall, ‘people split up and still work together Rog. It’s not the end of the world.’ ‘It might be,’ he said quietly. That got my attention, I looked to my right and found him watching me with a worried look. 

‘Why?’ I asked quietly.  ‘Because…’ he mumbled dropping his gaze to his lap, ‘because I think I might sorta really like you.’ ‘Really?’ I asked cursing myself at the amount of hope my voice dripped with.  ‘Yeah,’ he said glancing up at me, ‘so why do we have to label it?’  ‘What just be friends who fuck on occasion?’ I smirked. He looked up at me with a bashful expression, ‘is that what you want?’ ‘Maybe,’ he said.  ‘And what happens if I wanna see someone else huh? Or if you meet some pretty fan on this tour? Do we just pretend that it’s not bothering us?’ I said, ‘because I don’t think I could be okay about that. And I don’t think you are either…if you were I’d have woken up in that guy’s bed this morning.’ ‘Yeah I guess you’re right,’ he said, ‘I just worry that if we…you know become a couple and it doesn’t work out I’ll lose you completely…at least this way we get all those moments together…no pressure. Why can’t we just enjoy it?’ ‘Because it’s not enough for me Rog,’ I whispered, ‘I can’t hang on hoping one day you’ll want to be with me completely. Because if I do I’ll always be stuck. I either need you to take the chance on us or let me go.’

He nodded and I stood up not looking at him. I wandered to the door and opened it, closing it gently behind me. I could feel tears in my eyes but I blinked them away as I headed downstairs to breakfast. The boys were sitting around a dining table, members of the crew dotted at various other tables. I sat down beside Freddie. 

‘How are you feeling darling?’ he asked as he poured me a cup of tea.  ‘Alright,’ I lied.  ‘Well you look less grey now,’ Brian chuckled, ‘so I guess that’s a good sign.’ ‘Well I’m never drinking again,’ I smiled though it felt stiff and forced on my face.  ‘Oh I bet,’ John chuckled.  ‘Yeah a tenner she breaks the bet by the end of the week,’ Freddie said.  ‘There’s what? Three shows this week?’ Brian said calculating the odds in his head, ‘I bet by Wednesday.’  ‘Deal,’ Freddie said offering his hand out to Brian who shook it gracefully.  ‘My life is not a thing to be gambled on,’ I pouted as the waitress put toast on my table.  ‘I beg to differ,’ Freddie said.  ‘You know you’re really underestimating the spite factor in this,’ I said sipping my tea, ‘I’ll hold out all damn year if I have to.’ 

There were some chuckles around the table but as they started planning my downfall Roger appeared at the table sitting down beside me. As they greeted him he threw his arm around my shoulder and pressed a kiss to my temple. I was stunned. The boys shared a glance but they carried on talking as if nothing had happened. I looked at him and he shrugged as he took a piece of toast off my plate. 

I smiled. 

I guess that was my answer. 

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the world is so beautiful when you focus on the little things that tie us together.

today I was at target and one of my favorite songs came on. as I quietly sang the chorus, I passed by a child with their parent. i hear in their sweet, unbothered voice the same lyrics that I sung to myself. I couldn't help but smile knowing that this child, at least 15 years younger than me, also loves the 80s hit Uptown Girl. it was only a split moment where we miraculously crossed paths, where our two voices harmonized at opposite ends of an aisle.

at work, I get to curate products to patients' needs. im going through my usual motions and script that I've recited over a couple thousands times: I ask, "last call, is there anything else you'd like to add today while you're here?" and the patient looks at me with an excited, but apprehensive smile. she asks about a new product we carry that she was on the fence about. I sell it to her - not because of a better ATP or weekly sales goal - but because I genuinely love the product too. I could tell she felt the excitement when I talked to her about my positive experience.

I had to take an Uber recently, much to my innate anxiety and social fears baked into my being. I was scared, and I did what they tell you to do like plucking out eyebrow hairs and leaving finger prints on the glass. I made small talk, because ive gotten good at that sort of thing, and he ends up telling me that he actually started Uber driving in the evenings because his therapist recommended it to him. he was kind, genuine, and shared to me something very personal about how he became a recluse after his wife passed away. I listened, and I asked followup questions, because I know what it's like to self isolate and feel unheard.

people I may or may not ever cross paths with again, but I can't help feel grateful to be a part of their lives even if for a moment. to help bring them joy, or to listen, or to simply exist in the same space.