#so it’s a catch 22 for me either way I’m not gonna live though tonight

[devils-little-sista]

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[beth-yeet365]

“We’re not finished” - bws

Pairing: Bradley Simpson x reader

Summary: you’re Tristan’s cousin and you’re as close as brother and sister. When he says that he has an extra room in his flat that he shares with his bandmate, Brad, you decide to move in... What’s the worst that could happen?

Word count: 2.1k+ 

Warnings: some alcohol consumption, Brad being forward which ight cause ome awkward situations, like one or two curse words and mention of boner ;)

Disclaimer: I don’t know if any of this is true either way it’s an imagine so don’t expect anything that’s super true... also you play drums like Tris but that is because that’s the only instrument I can play lmao and you’re 2 years younger than Tris so that makes you 3 three years younger than Brad

It all started with a facetime call with your favourite and only cousin, the one and only Tristan Evans. 

You’re moving into his flat that he also shares with his bandmate Brad. They had extra room and you have been complaining about how expensive rent is in London to live on your own and you don’t want a creepy roommate so Tris saved your ass and offered the room.

Moving in wasn’t as hard is you’d expected. Mostly because you had the other vamps helping you carry stuff to the flat. 

You of course carried some of your stuff up but not being the strongest person in the world made it pretty difficult.

You especially needed help with carrying your electric drum kit cause that shit’s heavy.

“Right, Y/N, I think you’re pretty settled in.“ Tristan said, carrying the last box into your new room. 

“Yeah, but I still need a bed to sleep in.“ You said.

“You can sleep on the sofa tonight and we’ll go to IKEA tomorrow.”

“Yeah from what we’ve witnessed from the times you’ve visited us on tour you can sleep pretty much anywhere,“ Connor started. “And definitely not as tall as Tris so you’ll fit anywhere.“ He then added, laughing as the other boys laughed at his comment.

“Ha ha, go on mock my height when you don’t have an awful lot yourself.“ You fired back, patting his shoulder. 

“She’s got you there, Con.“ Brad said to him chuckling to himself.

“Oh, you can’t talk either, Bradley.“ you told him.

“You wound me, darling.“ He acted offended and put his hand over his chest in mock hurt. 

“Hey! Don’t be flirtin’ with my baby cousin!“ Tris exclaimed jokingly.

We all laughed and decided to drink some well deserved beers after carrying all the boxes up. 

Soon enough James and Connor left to go home to their own places.

You started to unpack the boxes with your clothes and putting the closet and dresser that were already in the room. 

While unpacking your clothes you came across a small cardboard box you keep all your printed out pictures of you visiting the boys while they were on tour. You were like a sister to all of them. 

You took the pictures out of the box and looked at all of them while sat on the ground. They were all a mixture of selfies with all the boys, pictures of the places you’ve been and pictures have taken of you playing drums. All of the good memories. 

You smiled at all of them and moved to collect them and put them back in the box when a voice spoke. 

“You always look so concentrate and content.“

You looked up to see Brad leaning on the doorframe of your room, arms crossed in front of his chest.

He looked good. He always does though. 

To be honest, you’ve had a huge crush on him ever since you stepped onto the tour bus when you were 19 and he was 22. 

“Sorry, what?“ You asked in confusion. 

“When you play drums you just look concentrated but also content and happy.“ He said while pointing to the pictures of you playing, then moving to sit across from you on the floor. 

“Well playing drums is such a reliever, you know? It’s just you and the sound of the drums.“ You explained to him. 

“Yeah I get that.“ He said nodding. “It’s the same when I start singing or start playing guitar or piano.“

“It’s one of the reasons why I brought the drum kit with me just in case I get tired of you two.“ You said with a joking smile.

“Very funny, Y/N,“ He said. “Well I’m happy you brought it.“

“Why?“ You asked the curly haired boy in front of you, while you absentmindedly sifted through the pictures. 

“Because it’s hot.”

You snapped your head up to find his brown orbs staring right back into yours. 

You could feel the blood rushing to your face. 

Clearing your throat just to do anything to relive the now awkward tension in the room. 

“Where’s Tris?“ You diverted the conversation from the awkward situation from before. 

“He popped over to the shop to get something I didn’t quite catch.“ He answered and moved to stand up. 

“Oh.“ Was the only thing you could say, mentally hitting yourself. 

he was now standing up, looking down at you and offered a hand to help you stand up from the ground. You gladly took it and he practically heaves up. 

“Y/N-“

“I’m back!“ Tristan hollers from the entrance of the flat. “Where are you guys?“

“Coming!“ You shout back at him.

Dammit, Tris.

Sleeping on the sofa wasn’t as comfortable as you’d hoped. 

It was weird not being able to move freely because of the backrest on it but at least you had Jesse to cuddle you while you were on your phone. 

Jesse is Brad’s golden retriever and a national treasure to be preserved. 

She proved to be very cuddly at 1 a.m. 

You then noticed you were thirsty so you decided to get up and make some tea in the hopes that would make you sleepy enough for you to sleep after. 

You never noticed how noisy turning on a kettle was until you had to turn it on in the middle of the night where everything seems noisier. 

When the kettle boiled you found a random mug and some classic English breakfast tea in one of the cabinets. 

“You awake, too?“ A voice startled you. 

You jump in fright and turn around only to find Tris. 

“Jeez, could’ve announced your presence without scaring me.“ You tell him, putting the tea bag into your cuppa. “But yeah I’m awake how else would I be making tea?”

“Don’t get smart on me,“ he playfully scolds you. “Why you awake, though?“

“Simply couldn’t sleep.“ 

“Sucks, but now you have me to keep you up as well.“ He smiles at you and walks to the kettle making himself a cuppa. 

“Oh gee, am I supposed to be happy?“ You ask him making him roll his eyes at your questions. 

You both moved to the sofa and sat down to talk.

Late night talks with Tris were always the best especially since you were so close and therefore could talk about everything from playing drums and nerdeing about that to mental health. 

“Okay, Y/N, I have a question for you.“ He tells you making you furrow your eyebrows. He doesn’t really announce that he has a question unless it’s something or serious.

“Shoot.“

“Do you like Brad?“

Now that was a question you didn’t expect. Like never.

It caught you off guard, making it difficult for you to answer his question.

“What would you say if I told you I did?“ You ask him back.

“I would tell you to fess up ‘cause you both like each other.“ He responded.

“Is it really that noticeable that I like him?“ Your eyes widened with your ask.

“Umm, if it wasn’t you guys’ obvious flirtin’ it would be you completely snappin’ out of it and getting distracted when he walks into the room.” He explains making you put your head in your. 

“Oh my God does he know?“ Your question comes out muffled because of your hands. You also avoided his amused gaze in embarrassment. 

“No no, he’s just as oblivious to your feelings as you are to his.” He informs you, making you relax. You also decided to ignore Tris’ confirmation of Brad’s mutual feelings for you. 

“I’ll tell you what,“ Tris starts again. “James, Con and I all agree you’re good for each other but I’ll go back to bed so you can sleep ‘cause you look like you’re tired now,“ he continues and moves to collect your mugs. “and say goodnight to you.“ he finishes when he put the mugs in the dishwasher.

“Goodnight, sleep well Tris.“ You tell him and he kisses your cheek.

“Sleep well, Y/N, we’ll try to keep it down when we wake up later on.“ He tells you and he proceeds towards the hallway

“Thanks.“

You lay down on the sofa again with Jesse coming to lay at your feet and you were out like a light.

You were aching.

You had been assembling a bed, a desk and a chair from IKEA with Tris, Brad, Con and James since you came home.

IKEA manuals were gonna be the death of you.

Tris, Con and James had gone out to the shop to get some champagne to celebrate you officially moving in since you also got your own copy of the key to the flat from the landlord.

Brad had stayed behind mumbling out some excuse for not going. 

You?

You had stayed behind because you still had to move things into your room and make your bed and all that fun stuff. 

“Need help?“ Brad’s voice interrupted your movements in making your bed.

“Um, not right now but thanks.“ You answered politely.

You felt awkward as you remembered what Tris had told you during the night. Even though you had ignored them you still acknowledged them.

He’s just as oblivious to your feelings as you are to his.

You finished making your bed with Brad’s burning gaze on you.

A phone pinged and both of you reached to check your phones.

“Tris says that they’re gonna be late ‘cause traffic’s bad.“ Bard said.

You could only nod in acknowledgment as you read the same text but on your own phone.

“Well what do you wanna do?“ He asked, desperately trying to break the awkward tension.

“I’m quite tired, actually,“ you confessed. “Assembling really drains the energy outta ya, ya know?“

“Yeah yeah, I get that.“ He answered and looked around your room. “Should we see if we made the bed as good as the one in the shop?“ He suggested.

“Smooth, Bradley,“ you laughed out. “But yeah, let*s.“

You both jumped onto the bed. 

“This is almost better than the one in the shop.“ He says, wiggling around.

“Yeah it is.“ You hold your hand up for a high five which he high fives and let’s his hand stay there, moving to thread your fingers.

You smiled at his actions and reciprocated. 

He released his hand and moved it to your face to brush some hair out of your face, making your face heat up.

You decided to make a bold move and move your face just mere centimeters away from his face.

You were both breathing hard in anticipation, trying to figure out who would kiss who first. 

Fuck it, you thought and kissed him.

He immediately caught on and moved on top of you, his arms caging your head.

It felt amazing.

Lips moving together, teeth clashing, tongues exploring your mouths.

You threaded your hands in his hair and tugged at it eliciting a moan out of him.

On of his hands started moving from its position at your head down to your waist making you giggle cause you were ticklish. 

He moved away from your face agonizingly slow.

“That was-“ he started saying but looked at loss for words. “Wow, just wow.“

“Yeah,“ you agreed. 

You couldn’t think straight as his now swollen lips moved down to kiss your jaw and neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

He would suck, then lick your skin to soothe it.

To say the boy was talented was an understatement.

You could feel him smile against the skin on your collarbone when he found that spot that would’ve made you fall if you were standing up.

“We’re home again!“ Tris’ holler interrupted your little session, making Brad groan and fall on top of you. 

“We brought the champagne!“ James then hollers.

You both moved away from each other and sat up.

“Coming!“ Brad yells back at them which you were grateful for because you didn’t trust you own voice.

“You go ahead,“ Brad tells you. “I have to just sort something out.“ 

You snicker at him.

“We’re not finished,“ you tell him before walking out the door, smiling like an idiot ‘cause you couldn’t contain your happiness and the feeling of bliss.

One thing you forgot before greeting them was checking yourself in a mirror before greeting the guys.

“Hey guys!“ You greet.

“Uh, hey Y/N,“ James greets you back, holding back a chuckle.

Connor turned away to try and calm his laughter.

“Brad! Why does Y/N have hickeys down her neck!?“ Tris shouts while walking to your bedroom.

The smile fell off your face as James and Con couldn’t contain their laughter anymore.

Oh shit.

[collecting-stories]

Sneaking Around - JJ (Outer Banks)

Request: Hello!! I love your JJ imagines! I was wondering if you could write one where they are secretly a thing behind everyone’s back and share quick kisses all the time and secret hand holds under the table, and then one night at a party or something everyone sees them alone looking soOoOo in love 🤪

Request: can you write 22 and 50 from the kiss list with jj? love your fics! xx

A/N: Was writing this while watching The Politician and got the lovely surprise of seeing Rudy for 2.5 seconds as an extra in episode 5. 

Outer Banks Masterlist

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JJ leaned down, hands on the table between you and Pope, as he sat, kissing Pope on the cheek swiftly before kissing your cheek as well. Once he was situated you dropped your elbows from the table, your right hand finding his left. He glanced over at you, schooled expression in place, and then turned back to John B as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. His fingers laced with yours, holding your hand in his lap as you listened to your friends talk. His thumb traced circles on your skin. Your free hand propped your chin on the table, eyes fluttering every now and then as you tried to pay attention to the discussion at hand.  

It had happened at a party almost eight months ago. One of the upper classmen at Kildare County High School held a Halloween bash in a vacant house on figure 8. You dressed as Britney Spears circa 1998 in her famous school girl uniform though you’d traded her heeled maryjanes for an old pair of vans. You’d gone all out on the outfit; JJ had offered to drive you and there was nothing you wanted more than to impress him. You spent the whole night flirting with him, dancing with him. You thought maybe it wasn’t going to go passed that when JJ had spilled beer on you and somewhere between the kitchen and the laundry room you kissed him. Tipsy enough not to worry about the complications that pogue-on-pogue macking always led to. When you woke up in one of the bedrooms of the kook mansion the next morning, JJ beside you, you decided that you were sober enough not to let those complications stop you from being happy. But both of you knew what your friends would say so you agreed, no one could know. And no one did. You didn’t tell Kiara and he didn’t blab to John B and Pope.  

“That is not what happened!” Kiara shouted, leaning across the table to smack John B in the arm.  

JJ leaned over as the other three were distracted, lips brushing against your neck. You bit your  lip and covered your mouth with your hand. He kissed you neck, up to your ear. He pressed a kiss to your earlobe before whispering, “tonight?”

“My mom is staying at her boyfriend’s,” you replied, head turned just slightly, eyes on your friends so that if they looked over none of them would suspect anything.  

He kissed your jaw and then pulled away, cool air weaving into the space he once occupied as he tried to distance himself from you. When you decided that you would keep things a secret it was as if your brain suddenly developed a sixth sense for JJ. You suddenly noticed how many times the two of you sat together, shared a hammock, slept on the pull-out with each other. It had all been subconscious before but now it was all you could think about. Where you standing too close? Where you paying too much attention to him? Did the two of you spend too much one on one time together?  

The conversation died down again as Pope apparently gained the upper-hand in the story. When the waitress came around to get your order she stood at the other end of the table, giving JJ an excuse to press his body against yours as he leaned over, acting like she couldn’t hear him if he didn’t physically get as close as possible. Kiara tried to shush him when he got too loud and you winced at the sound of his voice in your ear. He was acting obnoxious on purpose because he knew it drew his friends attention away from how close he was to you. Pope grabbed his shirt and pulled him back into his place.

“Dude, shut up. You’re so loud.” He complained.  

“I second that.” You added, nudging JJ with your elbow.  

“I’m not being loud,” he replied, looking over at the waitress, “am I loud?”  

“Excuse him, he’s not trained yet.” Kiara said, glaring at JJ.

“I’ll get-” and just like that the table was being pulled back into ordering as John B read off the menu.  

JJ sat back in his seat, his hand reaching beneath the table for yours once again. You looked over at him, winking as you squeezed his hand. When he tried to wink back, both eyes closing instead, you bit your lip to stop from laughing out loud and drawing too much attention to the two of you.  

Once dinner was over and the bill had been divided amongst the five of you, you offered to take the money up to the counter. John B left to take the car around while Pope and JJ got into a miniature food fight, flinging leftovers at each other with their spoons. Pope held his fingers in a triangle as the food fight dissolved into food tabletop football.

“Guys!” Kiara hissed, leaning across the table and whacking JJ’s hand, “cut it out.”

“Oh come on Kie,” JJ whined, “that was gonna be a touchdown.”

“You guys are acting like five-year olds.”

“I think that’s an insult to five-year olds.” You replied, gathering the money and getting up from the table. You’d gone over it one more time to make sure that the tip was enough. As you stood you grabbed JJ’s wrist, “come on, I’ll babysit you. Kiara can take Pope out to the car.”

“I’ll behave please, don’t make me leave!” JJ said, raising his voice as he walked past crowded tables, catching other diners' attention as he went.

“Shut up.” You laughed, tugging his wrist to lead him to the counter. Once out of sight from your friends JJ twisted his arm and you released his wrist so that you could hold his hand. “You’re being ridiculous today.” You whispered.  

“You’re so mean to me.” JJ replied, pouting at you.  

“You’ll survive.”  

He looked back over to the table where Kiara and Pope had been. It was empty now, both of your friends going outside to wait in the bus with John B. Once you’d finished paying JJ pulled you toward the back of the diner, where the bathrooms were.

“What are we doing JJ?” You asked, laughing when he pushed you into the family bathroom.  

JJ didn’t answer you. Instead he backed you up against the sink and kissed you, hands on your hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers tugging at his hair as he lifted you onto the edge of the sink.  

“The guys are gonna notice that it’s taking us a long ass time to meet them outside.” You whispered as JJ laid kisses against your neck and collar. “JJ, are you listening to me?”

“I’m trying really hard not to.” He replied. His hands slipped under your crop top, fingers grazing just below your bikini as he continued to kiss and suck at your neck.  

“JJ.” You hissed, smacking his shoulder, “JJ.” You tugged his hair enough to pull him away from you. He squeezed your sides as his eyes met yours, pout on his face.  

“What?” He groaned.  

“We should go, there is no way they are gonna believe that it’s taking us this long to pay a bill.”

“Chill,” JJ leaned in and kissed you again, “they won’t know.”  

They didn’t. He was right. You told them you needed to use the bathroom and all three of them seemed completely willing to buy the story. On the ride back to the Chateau you sat in the back, cross-legged on the floor, against the bench. JJ sat behind you, legs on either side of you and you rested your head against his knee while John B drove.  

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Parties weren’t always your thing but ever since you and JJ started dating parties were a preferable way to spend the night, especially if the two of you couldn’t get away from your friends. Parties meant lots of people pulling attention in every direction. It meant that no one noticed when you slipped away to John B’s room or an empty bedroom or the bus. Tonight, you were out by the hammocks when JJ found you, two beers in his hands.  

“Here,” he handed one over, sitting next to you on the hammock. You smiled, kissing his shoulder in greeting.  

“It’s so loud in the house.”  

The party that John B and JJ were throwing at the Chateau had spilled out into the front yard, a few different groups mingling with each other, far enough away that they didn’t pay you and JJ any attention. The music from inside the barely audible at the hammocks but in the living room it was loud, bass overwhelming the sounds of people talking. Kiara was inside, looking for you. She checked John B’s room, Big John’s room, the office, she even double checked the bathroom. You’d swiped JJ’s stash two nights ago as part of an ongoing series of pranks that the two of you were embroiled in and you’d promised to split it with her. Except she couldn’t find you.

“I saw her go outside.” Pope told her when she asked him and John B if they had any idea where you were.  

And you were outside. Sitting on one of the hammocks. JJ was sitting beside you, leaning back against the hammock, feet on the ground. You sat facing him, one leg up, behind him, and the other hanging off the side of the hammock. Your cups were empty and on the ground while the two of you sat there talking.  

The talking Kiara couldn’t hear but she could see the two of you. Sitting close. She watched, wide eyed, as you kissed him, shifting even closer as he leaned into you. Kiara ran back inside, grabbing John B and Pope to drag them out onto the porch where they could see the two of you.  

“What am I looking at?” John B asked, squinting against the lights of the porch and trying to see out into the yard.

“Oh my god!” Pope exclaimed, realizing what he was looking at, “no way, they’re together?”  

Kiara hurried off the porch, walking across the yard to the hammocks, John B and Pope following behind her.  

Hammocks weren’t on the top of your list as comfortable places to make-out but the hammock at John B’s house definitely beat some of the other places that the two of you had tried. Despite the discomfort, you were less inclined to pay attention to the ropes digging into your knee or the numbness that was starting to settle into your arm from JJ laying on it.  

“Hey!” Kiara shouted, catching your attention and causing you to roll off of JJ, pulling your arm from beneath his back and falling against the hammock.  

“Holy shit.” JJ sat up, recovering from the sudden interruption, “hey guys, how's it going?”

“What the hell you guys? Are you guys like...” Kiara looked between the two of you, eyes wide, “the rule guys!”

“Screw the rule.” JJ groaned.  

You looked over at him, surprised. “Seriously?”  

“What?”  

“Maybe we should,” Pope grabbed Kiara’s arm, nodding back to the house.

“I just want my half of the stash.” Kiara said, “you guys...do you.”  

“It’s in my glove compartment. My keys are in John B’s room.” You replied, “now can you guys like, leave?”

“Going.”

“Don’t have sex in the hammock!” John B called as they walked away, drawing the attention of a few partygoers.  

“Too late.” JJ hollered and you leaned over, smacking his arm.  

“Oh gross man!” Pope shouted.

You watched the three of them leaving before you leaned into JJ, letting him wrap his arm around you and kiss the side of your head. “What stash?”

“What?” You asked, tilting your head back so you could see his face.

“What stash? You ran out last week.”  

“I found more?” You offered, smiling at him.

“Oh my god! You stole my fucking stash!” JJ shouted, untangling himself from you and climbing out of the hammock. It rocked as he climbed out of it and you held on to the rope, laughing as it shook you.

“Wait JJ!” You called, halting him.  

“I can’t believe you used me to steal my stash.”  

“You’re so dramatic. I didn’t need to use you to steal some weed.” You joked.  

JJ turned back to you and, without warning, threw himself back onto of you on the hammock, sending the whole thing rocking once more. You screeched at the sudden burst of energy from him. You tried to slow the swinging of the hammock with your feet.  

“You’re crushing me.” You whined, pushing at him.

“That’s what you get for stealing my weed.” He said, shifting on the hammock so that he could hold himself up over you.  

“I didn’t steal it...I borrowed it?” You suggested, smiling at him.  

“Unbelievable, first you steal from me and then you lie to me?”  

“What are you gonna do about it?”  

JJ looked down at you, considering you for a moment until he leaned down, lips brushing against your neck, the hand that wasn’t supporting his weight pushing up your top as you pulled him closer to you. You closed your eyes, thinking briefly that John B was not gonna be thrilled about the state of his hammock in the morning.  

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[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

What The Stark Spangled F**k? Drabble: Fancy A BJ?

Summary: Steve sees something on Emmy’s phone that he really doesn’t like...

Warnings: Bad Language words. Some none-explicit mentions of sexual activity, and Steve being a huge big dumbass.

Chapter Pairings:  Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

WIYPT A/N: @sweater-dadiesddumbdork once again working her magic and guest writing for my babies. After all, this one was all her idea so she deserved to write it herself in her own wonderful way!!

Sweaters A/N- Listen, I'm really just borrowing her characters for a time cause I have these thoughts and @what-is-your-backupplan-today​ finds them as funny as I do. 

Steve Roger’s Masterlist

“Steve, can you go get me a bottle of water from the fridge?” Katie asked while brushing her hair, looking at him in the mirror of the vanity unit “I forgot to grab one on my way up.”

Steve had been lounging on the bed, looking through the late night TV choices, when he tossed the remote aside, turning it off. “Sure Baby, anything else?” He moved to a stand, and she shook her head with a no.

On his way down the hallway, he checked in on the kids, each one sound asleep at the late hour. Jamie's room he snapped his fingers once, Stark immediately hopping down to his dog bed. In Rori’s room their daughter had starfished herself in the middle of the bed, covers tangled around her legs.  Steve shifted her to her proper place and covered her back up, kissing her forehead before he headed over to check on Harry who was just as he should be, curled up under his duvet, soft little sighs escaping the boy. Emmy was the only one not in her room, but going down the stairs, he heard her in the den, watching a movie.

Going into the kitchen, he snapped open the fridge to retrieve the water when Emmy bounced in the kitchen with a cheery “Hey Dad, you’re up late.” Sliding her phone onto the counter, she disappeared into the pantry. “Did Mom get any popcorn last time she was out you think?”

Steve turned, leaning against the counter while listening to Em. “Top shelf, in the back. She hasn't moved it in all the years we've lived here.” He chuckled softly and went to unscrew the cap on the water, to take a sip when his eyes happened to fall to Emmy’s phone, and of course it was still lit up where she had been using it. The iconic dreaded boyfriend's name in the top.

Petey

He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help it and his eyes scanned the last message, And holy fucking Jesus, he really wished he hadn’t as the words left Steve’s ears ringing and caused him to half snort the water in his mouth down his throat, half splutter the rest all over the kitchen counter, his eyes watering.

“Want that BJ tonight or tomorrow Pete? I can swing by after this movie if you have a craving for it.”

Steve’s mind literally SCREAMED at him as he turned away, trying to catch his breath. Emmy’s head poked out the pantry with a look of concern. “God, Pops, are you okay?! What's wrong?”  

He waved at her that it was nothing, grabbing a hand towel to wipe at the counter and luckily the phone was dark, not showing the offending message between his daughter and that FUCKING BOY. “I’m okay, just down the wrong pipe.”  His cheeks were a high red, as well as his ears. Emmy disappeared and a split second later came out with the bag of popcorn before she grabbed her phone off the counter and flicked it on.

Steve tried not to do it, but his eyes lifted to see her expression. Of course, she looked thrilled with whatever Spider Boy written to her, Steve thought darkly, and she tucked her phone away in her back pocket. “After the movie, I'm swinging over to Pete's for a bit. Gotta drop something off. I won't be too late.”

“Err, couldn't it just wait till morning Em? It's late enough already.” Steve tried, his damned hardest.

“Dad, I'm 22? And I’m only gonna be out a little while, I promised him I would.” Leaning up to kiss his cheek, she grabbed her popcorn, remarking as she left the room, tossing a few kernels into her mouth. “Don’t worry Dad, it's not a big deal.”

Not a big deal? NOT A BIG DEAL?! Steve sighed, knowing there really wasn't much he could do, or could stop from happening. “Night Em, Your mother and I love you.” Maybe that reminder would be stuck in her brain. Fuck, now I know what Nat meant when she claimed she was going to have to bleach her eyeballs when she caught us on the couch.

“Love you too!”    

With a heaviness he didn't know he could possibly carry, Steve made his way back upstairs and into the bedroom, where Katie was now all under cover, having been reading a book in her lap.

“Well there you are Soldier, was wondering what happened to you.” She closed her book and looked at him, frowning immediately at the expression on his face. “What’s wrong? Are the kids okay?”

“Kids are fine Sweetheart, are all sound asleep except Emmy. She's downstairs finishing a movie and about to head to...His house” He handed her the water bottle and went about undressing.

“By His I’m assuming you mean Pete’s…” Katie looked at him, arching an eyebrow. He wasn’t normally that venomous about Parker.

“Yup.”

“Okay, so? Why has that got you so upset?”  Katie was still was at a loss, and Steve tugged off his shirt, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. Frowning at his silence, she slipped out from under the covers and moved to drape herself over his back, arms loosely around his neck, her small bump gently pressing into the curve of his own spine as she nuzzled behind his ear with the tip of her nose. “Come on Stevie, tell me.”

“I really don't want to Katie.” He said with a strain to his voice and Katie’s palms flattened against his bare chest, putting little nibbles on his neck, making sure to press her thinly covered breasts against his back. “Well then I know what will make you feel better.”  

“Not tonight Doll.”

This made her frown and really pull back and Steve felt her tense up and he cursed himself inwardly.

“Not tonight?” she breathed out before he felt her scoff. “Steve, what the fuck? You were making eyes at me across the dinner table tonight and couldn't stop running your hands on me before when we were watching TV but now you’re not in the mood?” She slipped around to sit on his other side, still slightly irritated but she could tell something was bugging him so she tried to keep her voice level when she spoke again and not snap. “What got your shield in a knot, Soldier?”

Steve rubbed at his face, groaning behind his hand. “I just…saw something and it just... weirded me out, okay?”

Katie put up her hand with a continue motion for him, her eyes wide. “Out with it!”

“So, I was getting the water and Emmy came in to make some popcorn. Her phone was on and I happened to look down at it.”

Katie waits for a few moments, but when he didn’t continue, she nudged him a bit. “So? What did you see that was so bad? This is Emmy you’re talking about.”

Steve turned his head to look at her. “It was a message to Queen, asking if he wanted a Blowjob.”

Katie gasped a bit and scrunched her nose. “What, are you sure?” “Trust me, I’m sure.” Katie fell silent before she took a deep breath. She knew Steve was grappling over the fact Emmy was an adult now, and had been for a number of years, but he preferred to remain blissfully ignorant about most of the stuff they got up to whereas she was a lot more pragmatic and understanding which showed in the fact Emmy talked to her, came to her for advice. Clearing her throat Katie glanced at Steve whose face was still wrinkled in disgust and began to speak, trying to choose her words carefully. “Steve, she is an adult now and well... we had all the talks with her. It's natural for young adults to explore things, you know?”

Steve groaned again, dropping his face in his hands. “Baby please, for the love of God stop.”

“Okay.” she rubbed his back, but wasn't entirely ready to leave it there. “What exactly did it say though? Maybe you misread it.”

Behind his hands covering his face he muttered. “Want that BJ tonight or tomorrow Pete, I can swing by after this movie if you have a craving for it.” His hands pushed through his hair. “Or something along those lines.”

Next to him Katie snorted, covering her mouth suddenly, and Steve looked at her with a frown. “What’s so funny?”

She burst out even harder, looking away from him for a moment, her shoulders shaking as she composed herself. “Oh fuck Steve.... You’re really a dumbass sometimes.”

Steve frowned at her as she continued.

“Baby, BJ is for Ben and Jerry’s. The gang is going over to Pete’s apartment tomorrow for a Sundae Bar while they stream Star Wars all night. She is going to drop him off the ice cream. I bought them a fuck load of it when I went to the store yesterday!”

Steve’s face smoothed out, thinking about what Katie had said. Of fucking course, Emmy had told him about it this morning over the breakfast table while he was busy cutting up some pancakes for Harry. “Oh shit... okay, yeah, that makes sense.” Giving a bit of a relieved laugh, he fell back against the bed, sighing as Katie smirked, looming over him. “Feel better Soldier?”

Steve nodded and let his hand cup the side of her face. “You have no idea how much better I feel.” Pushing up, he pulled Katie into his lap, his hands either side of her bump as he kissed on her neck, making her laugh. Once he let her go, she moved back around the bed, and then her face scrunched up a bit. “Oh God Steve, now it's stuck in my head. That's our daughter.”

Steve snorted while he moved to a stand and pulled the blankets down. “I know, why do you think I was so messed up earlier?!”

“Fuck, I need to scrub my brain with bleach.” Katie shuddered as she tumbled back into bed, and Steve stretched out next to her.

“I suddenly understand what Natasha was raving about that day she caught us. I might not ever get over this.”

“Well thank you for ruining me too.” Katie punched at her pillow, glaring at him, and he broke out in a grin, rolling to his side and tugging her closer.

“Admit it, you love me, don't you? Even if I am a dumbass sometimes.”

[petri808]

Happy Halloween!

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*Bonus Halloween chapter* it’s longer than normal (2k)

The biggest party in Tokyo was for a western holiday called Halloween, and the streets surrounding the heart of Shibuya that Saturday were literally crawling with a million young adults in every kind of costume you could imagine! Most of the revelers had no idea as to the origins of this holiday. All they cared about was dressing up and having a good time, including Lucy and her friends who’d dressed up as their favorite manga characters from Eden’s Zero. The businesses lining the streets in the area were used to the onslaught and welcomed it because it meant a nice chunk of revenue, while authorities did their best to control the crowds.

The group started off with Lucy, Levy, Erza, Gajeel, and Gray, but over time as others showed up or they ran into more friends, the groups numbers ebbed and flowed. Gray was the first to take off to meet his girlfriend Juvia, and once Natsu was off of work and joined them, Lucy and he split off to cruise by themselves for a while.

“Wow it’s so eerie how much you guys look like Shiki and Rebecca!”

“Thanks Mira,” Lucy blushes.

“Tch, I may look like the guy, but I’m not as dopey as him,” Natsu retorts. “He’s taking too damn long to make it official with Rebecca.”

“Don’t mind him,” Lucy giggles, “Natsu ships Shicca hard. But it’s even funnier to watch him and Gray argue over Weiszmura.”

“That’s because Gray is a blind bat who won’t admit they match!”

“Okay,” Mira laughs, “put the canons away. Are you two gonna check out the BUMP party at Womb nightclub?”

“Maybe a little later.” Lucy answers for them. “I heard they had some decent bands this year, but I’d rather go somewhere a little smaller like Sonidos.”

“Oh, yeah? Lisanna’s boyfriend Bixlow is the DJ there tonight.”

Lucy looks to Natsu, “we definitely should stop by and say hi.”

“Agreed.”

“Well it was nice bumping into you. I need to meet up with Laxus so you two have fun! I’ll catch you later!” Mira waves as she rejoins the flood of passerby’s.

Natsu takes Lucy’s hand and the couple continued walking around with no real destination. They stop in open stores to browse or grab yummy-looking finger foods from street vendors along the way. Despite the chaos around them, this was turning into a nice reprieve from their daily lives. It was already 1 am, but from the amount of activity going on, it was easy to lose track of time.

“Look, look,” Lucy points while dragging Natsu with her. “Photo booth!”

“Aww, really?” He whines, though the smile never wavered on his face.

“Yup!” She pulls him in and fishes out a bill from her wallet for the machine.

“Chi-zu!”

The pair chuckle and pose for the five shutter clicks. Each pose varying until the last one ending with a kiss from Natsu and genuinely surprised expression on Lucy’s face. It wasn’t their first kiss, but this would be a memorable one. For a few seconds as the machine printed out the slip of photos, Natsu holds her gaze, sweeping his thumb gently along her flushed cheek. There was a sense of intimacy in these confined booths where many a couple had hidden away from the public for this very kind of very moment.

“Thank you,” he smiles, eyes soft and pure of appreciation.

“For what?” Genuinely unsure of the reason.

“Giving me a second chance. These past few months have been the happiest times of my life and it’s all thanks to meeting you on that train.”

“I’m really glad too,” Lucy smiles sweetly. “Really... really glad,” she breathes out as she moves in to kiss him again.

“Excuse me?” A loud knocking sound stops them. “There’s other people waiting to use the machine!”

“Whoops. To be continued,” she gives Natsu just a quick peck and the pair get out of the booth. They apologize to the next group in line and race off hand in hand, laughing. That had been exhilarating!

Lucy’s heart was still racing even though they were long gone from the photo booth. She and Natsu had been taking things extra slow because of her earlier concerns. Aside from dates and a few kisses here and there, they’d never gone much further and she wondered who was the one holding back. Was it really her or was it actually him because he was too nervous to lose her? Tonight... in that booth... if they weren’t in public... her body flushes wildly just from the thought of it. Okay, so maybe she’s been dying to take their relationship further. Maybe not sex— yet, soon, or maybe... ‘argh! Not now!’ Lucy scolds her libido. But a make out session was a very tempting idea!

They check out Lisanna and Bixlow for a short time at Sonidos, before briefly hooking back up with Levy and Gajeel for some crepes. That’s when Levy quietly informs Lucy that she’ll be crashing at her boyfriend’s house instead of going back to the dorm. “You know... for some privacy,” the girl winks at Lucy. “Hint. Hint!”

“I-It’s too soon for that! W-with us,” her tips burn with lies through each syllable.

“Pfft, you can’t lie that you’ve never thought about it.”

“No... not all the way...”

“Uh-huh. Well, do whatever,” she winks a second time and stands up to leave. “See ya in tomorrow night.”

“Yeah. See ya.”

“Why are your ears all red?” Natsu asks Lucy.

Lucy stiffens up. “N-Nothing important.”

“Oh... okay,” he smiles. “So whatdya wanna do next?”

“Actually, I’m kinda getting tired already.” It was after 3 am and they’d been out and on their feet for over seven hours.

Natsu sighs relief. “Me too! I just didn’t wanna ruin your fun. Shall I take you home?” He squeezes her hand with a smile.

“Yes,” she returns the squeeze, “and if you’d like you can spend the night— I-I mean since you’re tired and all! I’d just feel better than making you back track.”

“I’ll behave, I promise.”

The couple ride the train the short distance between Shibuya and Shinjuku to where Lucy’s dorm is located, cautious of the other riders on the train. Even though alcohol is not allowed on the streets during Halloween, it didn’t stop people from getting drunk and few creepy peepers kept looking at Lucy. But luckily, the train wasn’t very packed despite the holiday because the Shibuya party wasn’t over till 4am and they beat the end rush. On the way, Natsu texts his roommate out of courtesy, only to find out that Gray and Juvia were already at the apartment. Figures. Well it was a good thing he wasn’t walking into that situation! Even if nothing happened, just watching Juvia fawning all over Gray wouldn’t have been appealing. Once they arrive at the dorms, they make sure no one had followed and proceed inside.

Lucy leaves Natsu in the small living room as she changes out of her costume and into something a lot more comfortable. He was lucky the men’s costume was still semi-normal and he only had to remove the jacket and goggles for comfort, but the black hair dye will wash out in a week. She then grabs them a couple bottles of melon milk tea before joining him on the couch. Thank goodness, they didn’t have school, or he didn’t work the next day.

“That was fun,” Lucy curls against his arm with a yawn. “So, tiring though.”

“I haven’t been to Shibuya’s party in a couple of years, but it sure hasn’t changed,” Natsu chuckles. He leans his head against hers while threading their fingers together. “Totally agree on being tired. It probably wouldn’t be as bad if I hadn’t worked too.”

A companionable silence falls over the couple for a few minutes and after some time Natsu assumed Lucy had fallen asleep resting on his shoulder. He would have stayed in that position till his ass was numb if it kept her relaxed. This beauty queen deserved it and more, and he meant every word he’d told her earlier. The second chance had become a cosmic wish come true and he’d be damned to let anything ruin this between them.

“Hey Natsu?”

“Yeah Luce?”

“Do you think we could pick up from where we left off... in that photo booth?”

He swallows hard. It was one thing in the heat of the moment, but quite another to put aside his nerves now that they were so relaxed. This was a different kind of intimacy and much more intimidating to say the least. A private apartment without anything or anyone to interrupt or stop two consenting adults from going too far... and the last thing he wanted to do was something wrong! A regretted decision would destroy everything built up until that moment. But he couldn’t tell her no either!

Sensing the turmoil, Lucy sits up and turns his face towards her. Her instincts were probably on point earlier about his anxiety. “We don’t have to, if you’re not ready, but I wouldn’t mind making out with you... just a little.” She adds in the goal as a way to allay his fears. And it works. Lucy immediately feels his shoulders relax again. She gently caresses his cheek, her eyes zeroing in on his lips. “I just… like kissing you Natsu.”

“I’ll let you direct then, a-and if I start going too far, just stop me. I won’t get mad, I just...”

“Shh, I know,” she smiles, “and that what I like about you.”

Lucy closes the gap and steals his lips, starting slow, then adding pressure behind it. Her hand slides behind his head, fingers weaving into his messy hair as she tilts her head to deepen the kiss. Their tongues tease and test, mouths molding together as teeth clack gently the further, they push each other’s oral boundaries. She could still taste some of the sweetness of the crapes lingering.

His own hands stay glued, one with fingers twined in her hair and the other to Lucy’s side, just below the rib cage. Natsu loses himself in her kisses, they were so soft and sweet, a little adventurous as she ran her tongue once over his canines and giggled. That brought a grin to his lips and a straight arrow through his heart. He wasn’t ready to say it out loud yet, but he loved Lucy. His heart knew it and that’s all that matters, so when the time is right, he’ll tell her, but not yet, he knew she wasn’t ready for that level.

Natsu’s so lost in the kisses he barely registers additional heat against his chest as Lucy’s hand has found its way under his shirt. It wasn’t doing more than simply resting against his pectorals, but it was much further than he’d expected her to venture tonight. Every few minutes her fingers would lightly curl against his skin or move slightly up or down, sending little shivers over his skin. As far as he was concerned, she could do anything she wanted to him as long as it was her choice.

It surprises him when Lucy starts to press forward. At first one of his hands moves to keep from falling back onto the couch, but her sudden whine triggers him to let it happen and the next thing he knows Lucy is using him as a bed. So, he wraps his left arm more firmly around her body to make sure she doesn’t fall off.

Lucy lifts her head to look Natsu in the eyes. “Is this okay?” She questions him. “Am I too heavy?”

“I don’t mind,” he smiles at her, “but are you comfortable? I could shift us over so we’re more on our sides.”

“That would be great. Just felt like snuggling more.”

He kisses her lips. “Works for me.” Natsu then adjusts their bodies carefully until Lucy’s back is resting against the couches backing with her head on his shoulder and chest. She wraps her arm around his torso and huddles close to his frame, while their legs are slightly tangled together. “Comfy?”

“Mmm hmm,” she nods her head against his chest and closes her eyes.

Natsu kisses the top of her head, bringing a smile to her face, then wraps his left arm over to rest his hand on her shoulder and cuddle her close. “Goodnight, Lucy.”

“Mmm. Goodnight, Natsu.”

Eight months ago, the only thing Natsu thought about was a career and now after that fateful train ride he knew his new goal in life had to include the blonde next to him. Lucy felt so perfect in his arms and oh, if only he could wake up like this every morning for the rest of his life, well than he’d be the luckiest man on the planet. With a smile of his own, he closes his eyes and lets the cadence of her heartbeat lull him to sleep. This was a very happy Halloween indeed!

Just to give an idea this is Shibuya on Halloween: I’m so sad I didn’t get to see it this year like I was supposed to ;-; but Natsu and Lucy got to have a little fun in my place lol.

Also a warning, the story gets much more angsty after this for several chapters 😅

[rennyforpresident]

Renny’s BBSim: Second Chances Week 12: The Beginning of the End

Welcome back to Biiiiiiiiiig Brother!

@brentrobinson @flopbb-22 @flungevictee @kaysarswhore @maxdoesbb @music-obsessednerd @pawn2393 @paymeincashnottears @rennyforpresident @wheremy--demons--hide

Jury: @theminionjcfucked @fucklauryn @phylisisley @iantxrry @swampassthing @cirie-sandra-michaela

Previously, the house was shook to it’s core when @kaysarswhore flipped on her alliance and nominated @cirie-sandra-michaela as the replacement nominee, sealing his fate and sending him to the jury house. 

Now? This might be a little more accurate than it was last week. With @kaysarswhore‘s betrayal, she might have put herself in danger. But as outgoing HOH, she can’t compete this week. Who will snatch the key from her?

And for the final 5 HOH competition, what better comp than a crapshoot! The first to shoot is @flopbb-22. You scored an 8! You’re currently in the lead.

Next up is @pawn2393. You have scored a 15! You’re in the lead, and have knocked @pawn2393 out of the running.

Next is @maxdoesbb. You have scored a 3. Sorry, but that means you will not be the HOH this week. 

Last up, is @paymeincashnottears. Will this be her time to shine?

Her ball rolls past the 3, meaning

The ball then rolls past the 8, which means

Where will her ball stop... her ball goes into ...

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the 13! Which means

@pawn2393! You have secured a spot in the final 4 and earned the right to nominate two of your fellow houseguests for eviction.

Will @kaysarswhore‘s betrayal come back to bite her in the ass? Or will @pawn2393 try to repair the relationship, so he at least has one ally left?

The nominees are...

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@pawn2393: “I have decided to nominate you @flopbb-22 and you @paymeincashnottears. @flopbb-22, you openly admitted that I’m on your radar last week, and that’s not shit that I’m willing to let slide. @paymeincashnottears, at this point, it wouldn’t BB Second Chances if you weren’t nominated. Good luck in the veto, I guess.”

@flopbb-22: “Of all the people on my side of the house, @pawn2393 is the one I trusted the least. I should have known he would nominate me, but I honestly don’t care at this point. If there was ever a time for me to win a comp, it’s now.”

@paymeincashnottears: “I have no more emotions left for going on the block. Every goddamn week I’m up here, and every goddamn week I stay, so why should this one be any different? I’ll find a way to stay, know that.”

This week, only five houseguests will participate in the veto. Less competition doesn’t always mean an easier win, though

(yes I intentionally used the image without Fr*nkie lmao)

Who will host this competition? From around the wall in the backyard, in walks...

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Kathy: “Hey y’all! Let’s get this veto started!

Question 1: There are ten beer cans stacked here. How many beer cans are on the larger display?”

The only two players to stay are @maxdoesbb and @paymeincashnottears. 

Kathy: “The correct answer is 112 cans! Which means @paymeincashnottearswins one point, and @maxdoesbb, you are eliminated.

“Next! There are 5 beach balls here. How many beach balls are in the large container?”

This time, three people stay in: @paymeincashnottears, @flopbb-22, and @kaysarswhore. 

“The correct answer is 89 balls! Which means @kaysarswhore, you have earned one point! Unfortunately, @flopbb-22, with the furthest answer, you have been eliminated.”

And then there were three.

Kathy: “Next! There are three ounces of honey (asdkfjaslkdf) here. How many ounces of honey are there in the big container?”

This time, all three competitors stay in.

Kathy: “The correct answer is 520 ounces! Which means @paymeincashnottears, you have earned another point! Unfortunately, @pawn2393, you have been eliminated.”

It all comes down to this. Will @paymeincashnottears save herself from the block by winning her first competition? Or will @kaysarswhore swoop in a crush her dreams before they can begin?

Kathy: “Last round! There are five ice cream cones here. How many ice cream cones are in the big display?”

@paymeincashnottears answers 105. @kaysarswhore answers 120. Both stay.

Kathy: “The correct answer is...

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110 ice cream cones! Which means”

@paymeincashnottears, you have won your FIRST POV!

Obviously, @paymeincashnottears will use it to save herself. Who will @pawn2393 nominate in her place? Will @maxdoesbb‘s rat game finally catch up to him? Or will @kaysarswhore‘s betrayal from last week come back to bite her in the ass?

At the veto ceremony

To no one’s surprise, @paymeincashnottears secures a spot in the final 4. @flopbb-22, now really nervous, is scared for who he has to face in this eviction.

@paymeincashnottears: “ @pawn2393, because I have vetoed one of your nominations, you must now name a replacement nominee.”

@pawn2393: “This is not ideal, in any way. I love both of you dearly, and I don’t want either of you to go. But at the end of the day, I have to nominate...

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“ @maxdoesbb. You haven’t hit the block yet, and I hope this is just a filler position. No hard feelings, and I hope you’ll be staying around after this Thursday.”

@maxdoesbb in the DR: “I was REALLY hoping to make it to the end without ever being nominated, but this is fine. I feel like I have worked hard enough in my social game to secure my spot, and @flopbb-22 is a dead man walking.”

@flopbb-22 knows this, and knows it well. So he decides to play dirty.

Trying to take away a vote from @maxdoesbb to stay, and at the very least send it to a tie, @flopbb-22 sets his sights on @paymeincashnottears.

@flopbb-22: “Girl! That veto win was legendary! You know, I’m the last person in this house who hasn’t won anything. Literally no one on that jury is gonna vote for a comp flop like me.”

@paymeincashnottears: “But you have your social game! You’re definitely friends with those people. You can’t deny that.”

@flopbb-22: “But have you SEEN @maxdoesbb‘s social game? Unclockable. Unbeatable, if we’re being honest.”

@paymeincashnottears in the DR: “You know, @flopbb-22 might have a point. I’m not friends with some of those jury members. If I wanna win, I can’t be sitting next to someone like @maxdoesbb, who hugged literally everyone on the way out the door. Many thoughts......”

With such a limited number of people in the house, that’s all that went down before the live show on Thursday. Now, it’s time to evict!

Julie: “Hello again houseguests! There’s only a few more times that you’ll get to see me again before we crown our winner!

@paymeincashnottears, your first comp win! How does it feel?”

@paymeincashnottears: “It feels amazing! I knew I needed it to be safe this week, and I’m SO happy I made it to final 4!”

Julie: “That’s wonderful! @maxdoesbb, speaking of firsts, how is your first time on the block treating you?”

@maxdoesbb​: “I gotta say, I’m not enjoying it! It’s a little stressful, but I’d definitely rather be on one of the other couches tonight *house laughter*”

Julie: “Well, we’ll find out if you have what it takes to make it one of those couches! Let’s get to the speeches”

@flopbb-22​: “My argument is that I live up to my name; I flopped this season. I haven’t won a single thing, I haven’t made friends on the jury, and if you keep me, you can beat me. I want to stay and play this game and hopefully win something before the end, but if not, I do hold grudges and will bring them with me to the jury house. That’s all!”

@maxdoesbb​: “It has been an INSANE and AMAZING summer with all of you! Getting to know you, getting to be friends with all of you, has been the summer of a lifetime for me. I hope you all keep me here just a little bit longer, and I hope I can finish out this season with you all in stride! Love you all!”

Julie: “Now, it’s time to vote.”

@kaysarswhore​ is going to be loyal to her secret f2 deal with @maxdoesbb​, because she’s confident he would do the same. @flopbb-22​ probably wouldn’t take her to the end at f3 anyway.

The last vote belongs to @paymeincashnottears​. Was @flopbb-22​ convincing enough this week?

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Unfortunately, he was not. @paymeincashnottears​ is going to be loyal to the person who saved her from the block and who has had her back the entire game. She refuses to flip.

Julie: “When I reveal the name of the evicted houseguest, they will have one minute to gather their belongings, say their goodbyes, and exit the Big Brother house.”

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Julie: “ @flopbb-22​, come on out!”

Julie: “Final 5 is not bad! @flopbb-22​, how did you manage to make it so far without ever winning anything?”

@flopbb-22​: “I had really strong bonds with the dominant side of the house! Towards the end there, we just couldn’t win vetoes, and unfortunately, my bonds weren’t strong enough, and I was the bottom of the totem pole.”

Julie: “Are there any hard feelings towards your alliance? Did you mean what you said about holding a grudge?”

@flopbb-22​: “I’m gonna let them believe that I meant it, but I probably don’t. Probably. *audience laughter*. I won’t let that cloud my judgement when I vote for the winner of this game, is all I’ll say.”

Julie: “I can’t wait to find out who you vote for, and we will find out on finale night, when we’ll see you back here. Thank you so much for playing again.

We’re down to the wire! Final 4! Which of our houseguests will make it to final 3? Find out next time. For now, from outside the Big Brother house, I’m Julie Chen. Goodnight.”

I am so STRESSED to find out who’s gonna win because it could truly be ANY of you!!!! All of you are ICONS for the games your playing.

[sidemenimaginesss]

no sleep - olajide olatunji

requested: yes - “22- jj”

prompt: 22. “did they hurt you?”

summary: you’re home alone one night and thieves break into your home. you call jj for help and he comes over to comfort you.

wordcount: 1252

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you’re lying in bed wide awake, but it’s just you and your mind. it has been racing the entire night, and you can’t manage to fall asleep. you groan in frustration when once again your mind wanders off to a different subject and you turn over in your bed.

not one sleeping position seems comfortable and your mind keeps thinking of stuff to worry about when you cover your face with your soft pillow. “shut up, shut up, shut up,” you chant to yourself in your head, but once again, no success.

so instead of trying again, you sit upright in your bed, turn on your nightlight and put on your bathrobe over the worn out t-shirt you use to sleep in. your feet slide into your slippers and just when you’re about to get up, you hear a noise coming from somewhere in your house.

a shiver runs down your body, but you quickly blame the october winds. convincing yourself the noise is nothing unusual, you grab your phone to guide you through the dark and walk over to the door that parts you from your living room.

pulling the door handle down, you are met with the darkness of your living room. your eyes widen when they finally adjust to the dark, noticing two outlines standing next to your couch. your breath catches in your throat and everything around you starts spinning when you quickly back up into your bedroom again.

the strangers in your house somehow didn’t notice you entering the room, and you’re glad they didn’t, giving you time to think. if you call the police now, they’ll hear you speak and immediately leave. instead of giving the two intruders the time to escape the police, you decide to take the matters into your own hands.

the plan you’ve created in your mind could go incredibly wrong, but you decide to stick with your gut anyway and go along with it. after 30 seconds of preparation, you take a deep breath, once again opening the door and getting your phone camera out, using the flashlight to record evidence of what is going on.

the two - now visible - men look up when they notice the light and one immediately starts to run towards the door, leaving his bag behind. “run!” he yells to the other, but the other just grins at you, coming your way.

your right hand still holds your phone whilst the left hand behind you reveals the first ‘weapon’ you could find in your room, just in case anything like this happened.

“back off!” you yell at him, threatening him with a plant pot. he keeps coming closer, and before you know it, you’ve hit the vase onto his head. he falls to the floor and groans in pain, having underestimated your strength.

without you realising what’s happening, he picks up one of the shards and throws it at you, hitting you just under your eye, leaving an ugly scratch. your phone, and with that your light source, drops to the ground. in the time it takes for you to recompose yourself, he’s already gotten up from your carpet and taken the bag his friend left behind.

you point the camera at him again just to see a last glimpse of him leaving your house. you run over to the door and lock it, turning on the light beside it at the same time.

you stop the recording on your phone and gasp at the sight in front of you. not only is your living room a mess because of the shattered vase, but almost all the drawers are opened, stuff is thrown to the ground and some of your personal belongings are missing.

you take a moment to exhale a shaky breath, and go back to your bedroom, where you feel safer. you quickly cover yourself under your blankets when you realise you’re shaking.

you blink a few times whilst staring off into the distance, realising what just happened. tears start forming in your tired eyes and you pick up your phone, calling the first person that comes to mind.

after a few rings, you consider hanging up, but right at that moment jj picks up. “hello?” his groggy, tired voice answers, “what’s going on? are you okay?”

at this question, you break down and start sobbing, immediately sobering up jj. “i’m sorry for- for waking you up. it’s like- it’s 4 am. i’m sorry-“ he cuts you off by replying “don’t say that, you know i’m always here for you love.”

“please tell me what’s going on. do you want me to come over?” he asks, and you nod in response, “these men- there were two burglars and i- i managed to get them to leave but-“

“did they hurt you?” he asks you through the phone, and you whimper in response. “i’m gonna fucking cave their heads in i swear to god i’ll knock them out and-“ he catches his composure and takes a deep breath. “listen, i’ll be there in like 10, okay? sit tight, i love you, always,” he says, and hangs up the phone.

-

ten short minutes later, you hear knocking on your door, and notice jj’s text on your phone, telling you he’s here.

you take soft and quiet steps towards the door and unlock it, revealing a very alerted looking jj. when he notices your appearance, and the mess behind you, a frown out of confusion and worry forms on his face. his soft hand lands on your cheek, and you flinch when he touches the cut. “what the hell happened?”

you look down at the floor, more tears falling down your cheeks. he locks the door behind him and takes your hand, leading you to your bathroom. “let me clean that up for you while you explain,” he says, in the most cautious way possible.

he seats you onto the edge of your bathtub and looks around for a disinfectant and bandaids, while you take a breath and tell him everything. he gently disinfects your wound and even dries your tears with some tissues.

“babe, you’re so dumb, but i’m so so happy you’re okay. i don’t know what i’d do without you,” he sighs when you’re finished talking. a slight smile forms on your lips when you look at the guy in front of you.

“thank you,” you say breathlessly, looking up at him through your wet lashes. “i don’t know what i’d do without you either,” you add on quietly. your gaze falls to the floor again when you feel your cheeks heat up. jj puts two fingers under your chin, lifting your head up to look him in the eyes.

“hey. i love you so much okay, and this will never happen again. we’re gonna get that video to the police and we’ll get those bastards behind bars. i promise you, okay?” he comforts you, and you simply nod in response, never doubting anything he says.

“will you please stay with me tonight? i couldn’t fall asleep earlier and i definitely can’t anymore right now,” you say with red cheeks.

“of course angel, i’ll be there to protect you. even though you’ve already proven you don’t need anyone to protect you,” he smiles at you, and the two of you leave the bathroom and lie down in your bed together.

“goodnight jj,” you whisper into the darkness. “goodnight love,” he whispers back, and you fall asleep in his arms soon after.

[just-come-baek]

with friends like you, who needs enemies?

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader ft. mentions of Jimin and his girlfriend

Themes: smut | fluff | friends’ friends to friends to lovers!au | domestic!au | roommate!jimin |

Word count: 11.1k

Summary: Setting up my friend with my roommate is one thing, but walking on them banging on my fancy couch is just… plainly wrong. Not only have they profaned my comfy piece of furniture, but also they’ve neglected our friendship. Completely forgotten, Jungkook and I start to hang out together, but after some time things become a bit too comfortable…

Warnings: overuse of cringe-worthy euphemisms for sex, lots of complaining, unprotected sex and so on;

***

Me | 22:43 | don’t you want to hang out with Jimin???

Me | 22:43 | I need him out of the house

It was my first time texting Jungkook. It felt weird, but it needed to be done. Ever since Jimin and Jiwoo started dating, they were bumping their uglies in Jimin’s room, and I was done with hearing their lewd moans.

These damned thin walls.

Jeon | 22:45 | what did he do this time?

I read Jungkook’s reply, and with my bottom lip puckered, I wondered what I should type so he wouldn’t think I was exaggerating. I couldn’t straight out ask him to call Jimin over to his place because the sex noises coming out of my roommate’s bedroom were louder than my film on the maximum volume.

Me | 22:46 | he’s porking Jiwoo

Jeon | 22:46 | HE’S DOING WHAT???

Jeon | 22:47 | oh, nvm

Jeon | 22:47 | just googled it

Me | 22:48 | yeah, they’ve been screwing everyday this week

Me | 22:48 | can you cockblock him?

Me | 22:48 | just this once

Me | 22:49 | please???

Jeon | 22:49 | can’t do

Of course, he wouldn’t do it! What had I expected? Jimin and Jungkook are best friends with their bro-code and what not, while Jungkook and I are mere acquaintances with maybe five hellos exchanged through the entirety of it.

Jeon | 22:51 | sorry, I’m gaming with Tae

Me | 22:53 | of course you do

I was a little bit angry when I wrote it, but I understood him. It wasn’t his problem to deal with, and if he were struggling with a similar kind of issue, I wouldn’t help him either. I’m the one who had agreed to share a flat with Jimin, and regardless of how much I regret it now, I’m the one who suggested them to go on that fucking date.

It was my first attempt at matchmaking anybody, and since it backfired so terribly, I was sure, it was also my last attempt.

Jeon | 22:52 | you can crash on my couch if they bother you so much

That was unexpected; Jungkook was showing me kindness, and I had no idea how to react. We had never hung out alone, and he was offering me a place to sleep. Admittedly, if he had such an annoying roommate, I’d let him suffer.

Thankfully, he was a good guy.

Jeon | 22:53 | I’m going to game all night but I still think they’re louder

Me | 22:54 | seriously?

Me | 22:55 | no take backs

Jeon | 22:55 | you remember where I live, right?

Jimin had taken me once to a small party at Jungkook’s, and though I couldn’t remember the building number, I knew how it looked like and how to get there. It would probably take me fifteen minutes of walk to reach it.

Me | 22:56 | sure

Me | 22:56 | thank you!

Me | 22:56 | I owe you one 

***

Jungkook didn’t lie when he said he’d be quieter than Jimin and Jiwoo; when I entered his apartment, he just smiled and muttered make yourself at home, and with that, Jungkook was gone in his bedroom, gaming.

It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was weird – to be in his living room alone.

His flat was rather tidy and comfortable, and it was evident it belonged to a man. Lazily, I fished a book out of my bag; it was the second book of a shitty trilogy, and despite wanting to pull all my hair out whenever I flipped the page, I couldn’t stop reading it.

I started reading, but it was difficult without acceptable background noise. With my finger marking the page, I paused, stood up and marched toward Jungkook’s room. Having knocked, I pushed the doors slightly open, and asked, “Do you mind if I hang out here for a while? It’s still early, and I have a fucked-up sleeping schedule.”

Jungkook turned his head toward me and nodded. Smiling, I closed the doors behind me and lay down on his bed. He was sitting in his fancy gaming chair, and had an expensive-looking headset; it was evident he took his hobby very seriously.

“Are you having a girl over?” I heard, probably Taehyung, since he had mentioned his name earlier, say through Jungkook’s headphones since this boy apparently didn’t mind loud game sounds.

“It’s just Jimin’s roommate; Jimin and his girlfriend are shagging way too loud, so I let her stay at my place,” Jungkook explained, and I shrugged, returning to my book.

“She’s at your place? You should totally hook up with her,” Taehyung encouraged Jungkook, and I giggled, ignoring the indecent advice. We barely knew each other, and no matter how good Jungkook must be at sex, it wasn’t happening. Tempting – very tempting, but I wouldn’t let it happen. I didn’t need more drama at this point in my life.

“You better focus on the game or else I’m gonna let them kill you!” Jungkook yelled into the microphone, and Taehyung immediately stopped teasing him. Though I wasn’t sure, I presumed that Jungkook was a skilled player that no one fancied getting on his wrong side.

It was a calm night, yet a few annoyed groans still escaped his mouths whenever Jungkook’s team was losing. I wasn’t better at keeping my reactions at bay, especially when the lead character did something incredibly stupid, and I wished her boyfriend turned out to be a serial killer, obsessed with the idea to murder her.

“You know what? I’m done playing with you for tonight,” Jungkook barked when they lost another battle because of Taehyung. Angrily, he threw the headset on the desk, and running his fingers through his hair, he swiveled in his gaming chair, staring at me lying comfortably.

“It wasn’t your day, was it?” I asked though I was still focused on the book.

“It’s them,” Jungkook said, pointing at the computer behind him. “It wasn’t their day; I’m way too good to have bad episodes.” He explained, and I hummed, even though I didn’t care. No matter how Jungkook seemed to love gaming, it wasn’t my cup of tea, and I wasn’t going to pretend to enjoy it so he would like me. I was still polite enough to listen to whatever bothered him, though.

“Is it interesting?” Jungkook asked, tilting his head, mentioning the book in my hands.

“Oh God, no,” I sighed in relief as I slammed the novel close for dramatic purposes. “Do you want to watch a movie or something?” I proposed, and Jungkook smiled casually.

“I’d drunk five energy drinks before you came here; I won’t fall asleep for at least two days, so a movie sounds pretty awesome.” Jungkook clarified, and I sat up, staring at him.

“Do you have anything in mind? I’m fine with whatever,” I said, smiling. As long as I hadn’t seen a film before, it should be alright.

“We can just look through my Netflix recommendations; there should be something interesting.” Jungkook proposed, and I nodded, following him to the living room. “Do you want anything to eat?” He asked politely, but before I answered him, he added, “I have only unhealthy snacks, though. I hope you don’t mind it.”

“There’s no such a thing like a healthy snack,” I remarked, sitting down on the couch, while Jungkook pranced to the kitchen to get us food. Within two minutes, he took a seat beside me and placed a large bag of chips and a six-pack of beer on the coffee table.

“So… how are the lovebirds?” Jungkook asked curiously, as he took a sip of the chilled beer.

“They’re good, maybe even too good for my liking,” I admitted honestly, looking at Jungkook who grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. “Jiwoo has her own flat; I have no idea why they keep hitting skins in Jimin’s room. I was the one who set them up! I swear they’re trying to spite me!” I ranted on, and Jungkook chuckled while looking for a catching movie title.

“They've probably forgotten you exist. Do you know how many times Jimin came over here ever since their first date?” Jungkook asked, and I shook my head. Yes, Jimin’s my friend, but no, he doesn’t relate everything he does – for which I’m very thankful. “Zero.”

“Oh, it is nice knowing I’m not the only one left out,” I muttered.

“It doesn’t have to be a bad thing,” Jungkook carried on, and I raised my head, looking at him, waiting for elaboration. “You finally can do whatever you want without getting disturbed. Spoil yourself before they start to cling to you again.”

In some odd way, he made sense. Jiwoo and Jimin were so busy rolling in the hay; I might as well use my free time to relax.

“I just might.”

***

The very next weekend, Jimin asked me if I minded him throwing a party at our apartment; it was their third week together, and they decided to celebrate it with their closest friends. What kind of anniversary even was that?

“As long as you’re the one tidying I don’t mind,” I snickered, trying to get something extra out of this situation. I was actually in a mood for a small gathering, but Jimin didn’t have to know that. “What do you say?”

“Ugh, fine,” Jimin gave in quickly, looking around the mess in the living room which was solely my creation. “What did I tell you about getting your shoes on the shoe-shelf? I’m not perfect, but you better put them there, or I’m gonna throw them away,” Jimin warned me, as he picked up my trainer and threw it across the room.

“I love you, too,” I cooed, smiling at Jimin who was cursing me under his breath. “Do you want me to cook anything?” I shouted before he disappeared into the confines of his room, dramatically slamming the doors.

Two hours later, he cooled down enough to hold a conversation with me, and although he said I didn’t have to cook anything, he gave me a long-ass shopping list. He didn’t want me around when he was cleaning up because he knew I’d make another mess, so sending me to the supermarket was the only reasonable option left.

“I told them to bring booze, so don’t but too much alcohol,” Jimin told me, as he handed me some cash which should cover most of the costs.

“Don’t worry, I’m really good at shopping,” I assured him before I put the money in my wallet. “Have I ever failed you?”

“Only today you’ve failed me like four times,” Jimin stated straightforwardly, and I wanted to jab him in the eye with a pencil for giving me that attitude. “And it’s barely noon!”

“Wow,” I said, sounding a tad bit overdramatic. “You did not say that!”

“I did yes,” Jimin retorted, and I refrained myself from harming him regardless of how much pleasure it would bring me. “And now get going, don’t hurry.”

***

Though I could invite my friends, no one could make it on such short notice. Well… except for Jiwoo, but she was too busy making out with Jimin to keep me company. I was still convinced I’d have a great time, though. I knew Jimin’s friends, and since he had better things to do than mingling with his guests, I took the role of the host on myself.

“Hi, what’s up?” I asked as soon as I approached Taehyung and Jungkook who were enthusiastically chatting with each other. Probably about that game which they had been playing the last time; I understood none of their jabber, so it must’ve been it.

“It’s cool, but I still don’t get it; they’ve been dating for three weeks. What kind of anniversary is that?” Jungkook whined, and I giggled, hearing my previous thoughts leave his mouth. Thankfully, I wasn’t the only one wondering about it.

“My words exactly,” I exclaimed, interjecting him. “Do you know any drinking games? I think it’s about time we play one.”

“What about most likely?” Taehyung proposed, and I looked at him curiously. I had never played that game, and I didn’t know the rules, so he had to explain it to me. “It’s quite easy, and hopefully, we can get drunk really quickly.”

One person asks a ‘most likely’ question, and then all players point at whoever seems most likely to do so. The person, who gets the maximum number of fingers pointing at them, drinks. It sounded easy, and when Taehyung explained it to me, Jungkook looked for more players to make it even more interesting.

At first, we started with easy questions, but after a couple of rounds, everyone got a bit competitive, and it became quite dirty. I wasn’t surprised, it was bound to happen. We all were college students, after all.

“Who would be most likely to have a threesome with twins?” Hoseok asked, and without thinking, I counted to three and pointed at him. Pretty much like everyone else. Hoseok was a fuckboy, and I was sure he had tried it before at least once.

“You know the rules,” Namjoon mocked Hoseok when the latter tried to bullshit his way out of his punishment. “Bottoms up!”

“Ugh, I hate you guys,” he complained but emptied his bottle anyway.

“Who would be most likely to give a shitty head?” Yoongi inquired, being another one in the queue. It wasn’t as easy as the previous question, but I only got three seconds to make up my mind, so I panicked, randomly pointing my finger at Jungkook.

“What are you guys playing?” Jiwoo asked as she approached our group, Jimin being right beside her. They were sickeningly in love, but eventually, they remembered they had guests. “You don’t mind if we play, do you?”

Taehyung quickly explained the rules for the fourth time this evening, and when they were filled in, Jiwoo was the first one to play.

“Who would be most likely to have sex in a public place?” She voiced, and without even counting, I pointed at Jimin. Maybe I hadn’t walked on them knocking boots yet, but I had a feeling neither of them would be expressly turned down by the prospect of hooking up in such circumstances. They were unquestionably too sex-crazed to care.

The game continued for another thirty minutes; it was fun, but Hoseok grossed everyone out before they managed to discover all my dirty secrets.

“You seriously think I give the worst head?” Jungkook straightforwardly asked when he caught me alone in the kitchen when I was getting another bottle of beer.

“I wouldn’t put that much thought to it if I were you,” I stated casually, hoping he would dismiss that subject. “Don’t take it personally, my choice was completely random.”

“I’m just messing with you,” Jungkook declared, and I chuckled as the alcohol started kicking in. I was feeling lightheaded, and whatever Jungkook said made me beam at him.

“Shame, I was about to lash out at you for choosing me as the most likely get pregnant with a one-night stand. I mean… what the fuck, Jeon?” I asked dramatically, but after three seconds of looking into his eyes, I cracked.

“Well… you were the only single girl playing with us, who should I pick?” Jungkook spoke defensively, and I shook my head, laughing. “I didn’t have a choice, did I?”

“You did not,” I answered, as I sat on the kitchen counter. “There’s a bag of shredded cheese in the fridge, do you mind handing me some?”

“Should’ve thought about your snack before you put that cute butt on the counter,” Jungkook snickered, as he opened the refrigerator only to get a chilled bottle of beer, completely ignoring my humble request.

“So you’re gonna be a mean friend,” I wondered out loud, swinging my legs from side to side. “I should’ve seen it coming.” I sighed, hoping I could shoot lasers with my eyes because Jungkook was being a dick.

“What about some shots instead?”

***

Though it was weird, I didn’t particularly hate their odd anniversaries. However, when Jiwoo forgot about the horror marathon, I seriously thought I was going to pour acid on her face for ditching me like that. The tickets were pretty pricey, yet she dared to stand me up one hour before the screening.

What a selfish bitch!

How dare she pick Jimin over me?

At first, I weighed the pros and cons of going alone, but then I decided to find a replacement; it’s not like Jiwoo was my only friend…

Maybe I had plenty of friends, but none of them were available at such a short notice. A friend in need is a friend indeed… such bullshit! Apparently, I was surrounded by fakes.

Sighing, I scrolled through my contact list looking for someone who would like to tag along. And then my thumb hovered above Jungkook’s name. We hadn’t talked since that party, and although it was so out of the blue to ask him to go to the movies with me, he seemed to be my last resort. He hadn’t let me down the last time, and I didn’t expect him to do it now.

Me | 20:46 | are you busy tonight?

Me | 20:47 | Jiwoo stood me up again

Jeon | 20:51 | oh… she did?

Me | 20:51 | yeah

Me | 20:51 | there’s a horror marathon tonight, and she canceled on me

Me | 20:51 | and the tickets are nonrefundable!

Me | 20:52 | they’re going to meet his parents

Me | 20:53 | can you believe it?

Jeon | 20:54 | wow

Jeon | 20:54 | at this pace they’re gonna marry in two months

Me | 20:55 | I guess

Me | 20:55 | what about the cinema?

Me | 20:55 | do you wanna go???

Me | 20:56 | I can go alone but that’d be lame

Jeon | 20:57 | it’s tonight?

Jeon | 20:57 | I was gonna hit the gym, but I guess I can skip once

Me | 20:57 | thanks!!!

Me | 20:58 | you’re the best!!!

***

“Do you want anything?” Jungkook asked me when we walked beside the cinema bar; the popcorn smelled delicious, and if I hadn’t eaten a large supper at home, my mouth would definitely water. “You don’t want me to give you money for the ticket, so the least I can do is buy you some snacks,” Jungkook argued, but I dismissed him.

“No, you don’t have to,” I assured him, as we sat in a vacant sofa in the lobby. “Jiwoo paid for her ticket, and she said I could do anything with it, so I’m treating you. You’re the only one who could make it anyway.” I explained, and Jungkook sighed, not knowing how to convince me to agree to his proposition. “Besides, I owe you for the last time,” I remembered, and Jungkook almost growled in irritation.

“But seriously, it’s just a cup of coke and a bucket of popcorn. It’s not a big deal,” Jungkook carried on, and I just rolled my eyes.

“But it’s so overpriced,” I reasoned, and Jungkook ran his hand through his hair in frustration, not knowing how to win this argument. I had a point, and what was wrong with me treating him? I owed him, so I was just paying my debt with no attempt to hurt his ego whatsoever.

“Ok, fine, so I’ll go over there and buy something for myself,” Jungkook announced before he walked off to stand in a line. “And if you happen to try to steal some later, I’m gonna smack that hand,” he warned me shouting from over his spot in the queue, making a dozen of heads turn, suddenly curious about our small quarrel.

Smiling, I got off the sofa, joining Jungkook by his side. I knew I was right, but Jungkook was so adorably stubborn, and I just had to give in. And the crowd which was pressuring me wasn’t making it any easier.

“Which popcorn do you want?” Jungkook asked me when it was finally our turn to order. “Personally, I prefer regular one, but if you like caramel one, I can make an exception.”

“I prefer regular one, too,” I answered casually, not wanting to order longer than necessary; the first movie was about to start in five minutes, and around ten people were still in the queue behind us. “So hurry up, we’re gonna miss all the commercials!”

“Ugh, fine, and what do you want to drink?” Jungkook asked, and I quickly said coke. “It wasn’t that difficult now, was it?” He added mockingly, handing me the bucket of popcorn.

Quickly, we found our seats.

Well… one double seat. I should’ve known better not to let Jiwoo buy the tickets. Even though she had Jimin to cuddle with, she wouldn’t miss a chance to sneak her arm around mine. And while I was used to Jiwoo being clingy, with Jungkook sitting next to me, it felt awkward. Thank God, I hadn’t seen the projected movies yet, so I was going to focus on the screen, and not the handsome man beside me.

The lights went out, and the eerie music began to play; I was excited, and I hoped for the first horror movie to be exciting and spooky. It was okay; it didn’t frighten me at all, and I predicted the ending correctly, but at least I laughed when someone in the audience shrieked at one of the jump-scares. The second one was much worse, though. Somehow through it, I fell asleep, only to be stirred awake by Jungkook during the third movie when my head slid on his shoulder.

“Sorry…” I whispered, rubbing my eyes, trying not to fall asleep again.

“It’s okay, you didn’t miss anything anyway,” Jungkook added, and I smiled, wrapping myself in my jacket warmly before I dozed off again.

***

The next time I messaged Jungkook wasn’t because I was annoyed with the lovebirds’ shenanigans; I really liked his company and frankly wanted to hang out with him. He was the only one within my circle of friends who had time to meet up. Among my friends, he was the only one I could actually rely on these days.

Me | 18:43 | what are you up to?

Jungkook didn’t disappoint; two minutes later I saw three little dots as he typed his reply.

Jeon | 18:46 | I was just about to leave for the gym

Jeon | 18:46 | what happened?

Jeon | 18:47 | are they bothering you again?

Me | 18:48 | Nah

Me | 18:48 | I’m bored

Jeon | 18:49 | oh

Me | 18:50 | we could go together to the public gym...

Jeon | 18:51 | but they’re shit!

Jeon | 18:51 | and only old people exercise there!

Me | 18:52 | please???

Me | 18:52 | I’m really bored

Jeon | 18:53 | ughhhhh

Jeon | 18:54 | meet you there in 20

***

“You have to warm up first,” Jungkook announced when I was about to start my workout. “How about doing two laps around the park?” He proposed, and I rolled my eyes, thinking it wasn’t that great idea to join him on his training.

“Are you serious? It’s not a warm-up, you’re trying to kill me,” I whined, having no intention of running. “When I said I’d join you, I meant that I would laze around beside you when you work out, and not actually working out myself, you know…”

Jungkook tongued his cheek, glancing at me from head to toe. “If you’re going to laze around, you’ll never get rid of those spaghetti legs, you know…” he mocked, and I gritted my teeth, staring at him angrily.

“You did not say that,” I spoke slowly, and Jungkook just shrugged nonchalantly.

“Oh, I did,” he replied, and if I didn’t hate running so much, I would sprint toward him and smack that smirk off his face. “A little bit of sport won’t do you any harm.”

“You could cut me some slack, it’s my first attempt of exercising in months,” I reasoned, hoping he would understand me. “Besides, I don’t want to be ripped like you,” I added, and then an idea popped into my mind. “How about you run those two laps and I’ll time you?”

“Or maybe we should bet?”

“What are you thinking about?”

“If you run one lap faster than I run two, you win, and I treat you to some ice-cream later,” Jungkook explained, and I tried my best not to smile mischievously. Sure, I hadn’t done sports in a while, but back in the day, I had been a rather fast runner. Maybe, I was a little out of shape right now, but I couldn’t be that bad to lose this bet.

“I’m not sure…” I trailed on dubiously.

“Come on, don’t be a chicken,” Jungkook egged on, and I gave in without further complaining. “I knew you wouldn’t back out of a challenge.”

“What can I say? I’m competitive, just like you.”

Having sealed the bet with a firm hand-shake, we established the finishing line. It was a long distance, but Jungkook had no chance running two laps faster than I did one. Perhaps, I’d lose one lung during the run, but it was the risk I was willing to take if that meant free ice-cream.

“Good luck,” Jungkook said, winking at me before he took off at his maximum speed. Shaking my head, I sprinted as fast as I could, even though I knew he wouldn’t outpace me.

My legs were hurting, my breath was shallow, and I could feel the blood taste in my mouth. I was definitely out of shape, but the finishing line was within now 100 meters, and Jungkook was still way behind me.

“Oh shit,” I looked over my shoulder and saw Jungkook who was running like his life depended on it. He didn’t seem to tire at all, so I sped, using the last bits of energy.

The second I ran through the finishing line, I almost collapsed on the ground as my legs felt like noodles which weren’t able to support my weight. Panting, I sat on the grass and leaned in, having my head between my knees as I gasped for air.

“Okay, you won this one,” Jungkook muttered, breathing heavily. “And I hope you’ve warmed up for the rest of the training.” He stretched his arm, helping me to stand up.

“I have enough of this training already,” I complained as I followed behind him.

“Fine, I won’t torture you today; let’s just get ice-cream.”

***

It has been almost two months since the first time I initiated contact with Jungkook in order to keep my mind off Jimin and Jiwoo’s antics. Ever since then, Jungkook and I became very tight, and at some point, I considered him a better friend that Jiwoo or Jimin have ever been. At least, he was flexible enough to meet up with me when I really needed someone. Out of all of my friends, Jungkook proved himself to be the only one I could always rely on.

Without any hesitation, I could call him my best friend.

Usually, it was me who initiated contact, but this time, it was Jungkook who reached out to me, asking me if I had any plans for tonight. I had three exams on Monday, but I still had two spare days to study, so I asked him what he had on mind.

Me | 17:41 | What are you planning?

Jeon | 17:42 | Nothing much… I’m just bored

Jeon | 17:42 | I thought about a movie marathon

Jeon | 17:42 | What do you say???

Jeon | 17:42 | I have snacks

Having hung out with me, Jungkook already knew what to say to pique my interest.

Me | 17:43 | Ok, I’m interested

Me | 17:43 | What are we watching tonight?

Jeon | 17:44 | I don’t know…

Jeon | 17:44 | maybe some action movies?

Me | 17:45 | sounds good

Me | 17:45 | I’ll be over at your place in 30

Jeon | 17:45 | OK, I’m waiting

Quickly, I put my phone away, quickly getting ready to leave. I took my books out of my purse and packed some clothes to sleep in, cosmetics for washing off my make-up before sleep and an extra bottle of plum wine in case we would run out of alcohol.

Within ten minutes, I was ready to leave. Quietly, I exited my room, and then, screamed in shock when Jimin scared the shit out of me. “What the hell are you doing here?” I asked as I pressed my hand against my chest, trying to calm down my beating heart. What was he doing inside the house? What was he doing without Jiwoo? They were attached to the hip – ever since they started going out, I have never seen them separately. Did they have a fight? Did they break up? What the hell was going on?

“Where are you going?” Jimin asked me as he sat up. Staring at me, and then at my bag, he furrowed his eyebrows, trying to figure out where I was headed. “So…” he waited for my answer, but I didn’t want to tell him about Jungkook, knowing he was going to tease me about it, and probably, even try to set me up with him. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind taking our friendship to another level, but if anything was going to stem from it, I wanted it to happen naturally, and not because friends in a relationship wanted me to be in a relationship, too. “Have you finally got yourself a boyfriend?”

I’d love to sneak out to see my boyfriend, but it wasn’t happening, so I only rolled my eyes at him. “What boyfriend? You know I’m not seeing anybody.” I answered honestly, and Jimin sighed, as he evidently wanted me to get laid. “But what is really weird; what are you doing here? Trouble in paradise?” I fired the question as I sat down beside him.

“No, it’s nothing like that.” Jimin quickly denied, and I nodded my head in acknowledgment, waiting for the explanation. Regardless of them forgetting about my existence, they were still my friends, and I cared about them. “Jiwoo’s mother has sent her to a dieting trip, and although I told them that she’s perfect and she doesn’t need to lose any more weight, they didn’t listen to me. She’s going to come back next week; until then, we can only text.”

“You will survive.”

“Of course, I’m going to survive, but I’d rather didn’t have to, you know,” Jimin trailed off, and then, I smiled, trying to disguise my disgusted reaction; they were so sickeningly in love, and I wanted to vomit whenever I witnessed the affection they were showering each other with. “So where are you going? Can I tag along? I need something to keep myself busy when Jiwoo can’t reply me.”

“Sorry, can’t do,” I quickly answered as I stood up and took my bag off the floor. “Lisa’s boyfriend of two years dumped her, and we’re going to console her. She likes you, but you’re too happy with Jiwoo to be any help to her.”

“Oh, I see,” Jimin said, a bit disappointed that he couldn’t accompany me. He understood that it wasn’t the best idea for him to go with me. Thankfully, he didn't inquire any further. “Tell her that this guy is a jerk. She deserves better, anyway.”

“Sure,” I answered, as I ran to the doors. In no time, I put my shoes on and threw my jacket over my shoulders. I told Jungkook that I'd see him in 30 minutes, and because of this chit-chat with Jimin, I was running a bit late.

***

“You’re late,” said Jungkook as soon as he opened the doors for me. I looked up, trying to apologize and explain that I was trying to blow Jimin off, but Jungkook just shrugged, smiling at me. “I’m just kidding. It’s no big deal. Come on in, I’m making cheese nachos.”

“Ooh… sounds tasty, I have never eaten cheese nachos,” I said, as I closed the doors behind me and took off my shoes.

“You can’t be serious! It’s impossible, everybody has eaten it at some point,” Jungkook spoke, very confused that I have never tasted it.

“There’s always a first time for everything,” I replied, as I followed behind him, sitting in a chair, inhaling the delicious smell of nachos. “So… what are we watching?”

“I don’t know; what about some Marvel movies?” Jungkook proposed, and I sighed, not convinced about his choice. He was a hardcore fan, so he was probably trying to force this hobby on me, too. Spiderman was kinda cute, but it wasn’t enough to convince me to start watching all of the movies from the superhero franchise.

“I don’t feel like it. Maybe some other time,” I trailed off, as I watched Jungkook prepare the nachos. It looked like a simple recipe, but I still appreciated the view in front of me and the effort he put into making it. Although it was actually inappropriate to have these kinds of thoughts about friends, I couldn’t help myself; Jungkook was a snack, but when he was bustling around the kitchen, he was just irresistible.

“OK, let’s go,” Jungkook spoke, pulling me out of my train of thought. Carefully, he carried the trey with nachos to the living room. “I’m actually fine with anything,” he said as he sat down on the couch, turning on his laptop.

It was difficult to pick anything. One of Jungkook’s friends, Namjoon, recommended him Friends to polish his English, and since I had seen the majority of episodes, I proposed to watch Criminal Minds. After what it felt like an hour, for the sake of the stiffing cheese, we decided to compromise – every two episodes of Friends, we were going to watch one of Criminal Minds, and since the duration was almost even, I complied.

 “It is fun hanging out with you like that,” Jungkook said during the third episode of Criminal Minds. Currently, Spencer Reid was in the frame, and I was grinning like an idiot while munching on the rest of nachos. “I mean it; even when you fan-girl over that guy way too hard,” he joked, and I looked at him sternly, not liking his tone.

“Excuse you, but Spencer is a genius. He’s every girl’s favorite,” I remarked, and once again smiled when Spencer said something smart. “Besides, I can lust after whoever I want. I didn’t say anything when you fanboyed over Iron Man the last time.”

“It’s different,” Jungkook argued, and I giggled at his strange behavior. Having paused the video, I put the trey on the table and turned to look at him. “Besides, I’m way cooler than him, anyone would confirm that.”

“Yeah, right,” I snorted, shaking my head in disbelief. What was going on with him? Was he feeling insecure when compared to Spencer? Well… Spencer is a character, and Jungkook’s a real person, and I like him much more. “But seriously, you’re both great.”

“But I’m way more handsome,” Jungkook stubbornly claimed, and I agreed with him, knowing there was no point in arguing. Although it was a little arrogant of him, he was correct. Jungkook had his own charm, and it made him ridiculously attractive. “I was right,” Jungkook admitted, and I rolled my eyes at him, “although I have never caught you drooling over me, I’ve always known you liked me.”

“That’s not what I said,” I fought back, but Jungkook just smiled sheepishly, ignoring whatever I could say to defend my situation.

“Yeah, but you didn’t deny it,” Jungkook admitted smugly, and I smacked his thigh, urging him to stop embarrassing me. I came to watch something, not to get teased.

“Well… in that case,” I started, as I smiled at him and looked straight into his beautiful dark eyes. “You must like me too since you’re so curious about my feelings,” I said, and Jungkook looked away, a bit startled by my bold words. “Am I right, Jeon?”

“Maybe.”

***

After our conversation, we continued the marathon until it was four o’clock in the morning. Despite that we basically confessed to each other, nothing exciting happened; we carried on our marathon as if we didn’t just have that talk.

Not that I minded, though. I had no idea why it was possible, but it didn’t feel awkward at all.

Not even when we woke up in the afternoon cuddled on the couch. We probably should’ve discussed this unusual confession, but none of us felt like it. Nothing has changed, and everything seemed fine, so why should we change something that’s good?

The thing that we silently agreed on was giving each other some space. We didn’t part ways with an awkward hug or anything, but we didn’t reach one another throughout the rest of the week. And then, during another week, either, but I didn’t put that much thought to it. I was a pretty hectic week for me, and I suspected Jungkook to deal with similar problems.

Next Thursday, having done the groceries, I was on my way back home. It was past 9 o’clock, and I was tired after many hours of work, and right now, I couldn’t wait to reach the apartment, bake the damn pizza I had been craving the entire week, and doze off during another TV series.

When in front of the doors of my apartment, I put the grocery bag on the floor, as I sought for the keys in my bottomless purse. Quickly, I inserted the key and opened the doors only to shriek in disgust when I saw the scene occurring in front of my eyes.

Jimin was nailing Jiwoo on my fucking couch!

How could they? On my couch! That’s despicable! On my couch!

It was Thursday; she wasn’t supposed to be back until tomorrow! Fine, she was back, but couldn’t they have enough decency to Wam Bam Thank You Ma’am in his bedroom, or at least, give me a heads-up that they were going to defile my couch?

“What the fuck?” I hollered, as I closed my eyes, took a step backward, and slammed the doors shut. I saw them for 2 seconds tops, but Jimin still managed to flash his fucking dong in front of my innocent eyes.

Instantly, I grabbed the groceries and walked out of the apartment complex. The moment the fresh air hit my face, I pulled out my phone and dialed Jungkook’s number. Right now, he was the only one I could turn to, even after what happened the last time I saw him.

“Are you busy right now?” I asked Jungkook, not even bothering to greet him.

“Oh, hi. I’m fine. Thanks for asking,” Jungkook mused, and I rolled my eyes. “I’m waiting for Tae; we’re having a Marvel marathon tonight. Why? What happened?”

“Oh,” I hummed, “I’ll tell you when I get to you,” I stated before I hung up, not waiting for his approval. I had caught them humping on my couch – I was pissed, and I needed to distract myself. Needless to say, hanging out with Jungkook and Taehyung didn’t seem that bad.

They were great, it actually seemed dope.

Within fifteen minutes, I reached Jungkook’s apartment.

Quickly, Jungkook swung the doors open, and then I blurted, “I came back home only to catch Jiwoo getting boned on my fucking couch!”

“What?” Jungkook asked in confusion, but he took a step to the side, letting me in.

“I think I am traumatized right now,” I said lifelessly, as I sat on his couch, dropping my groceries by my feet. “You know what? This couch was very expensive, and they just… profaned it,” I spoke, not caring if Jungkook was listening to me. I just had to get it out of my system. “How could they? On my couch!”

Jungkook sat beside me, as I stared blankly at nothing in particular.

“I came back home after doing shopping, and then I caught them fornicating on my cute couch. And I’m pretty sure I made eye-contact with Jimin’s dick. The worst two seconds of my life. Jungkook, do you have bleach?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Jungkook reprimanded me, but I casually wrapped my arms around his neck, not even asking if he minded being my shoulder to cry on. Maybe I was being a bit overdramatic, but how was I going to face Jimin after seeing him in his birthday suit?

“Are you hungry?” I asked as soon as I pulled away, jumping on my feet. Usually, hard work kept me occupied, and right now, cooking seemed to be the only activity I could engage myself in. “I was going to bake pizza, I have all the needed ingredients,” I announced, picking up the grocery bag, moving toward his tiny kitchen.

“Do you need any help?” Jungkook offered, sitting by the kitchen island, watching me rummage around the kitchen.

“You can shred the cheese,” I told him, giving him one of the simplest tasks.

Jungkook turned on the radio, and we cooked in peace, talking about everything and nothing. He knew that I had to be kept busy, and he helped me. And I really appreciated it.

“When is Tae going to be here?” I inquired when I unpacked the groceries.

“Oh, he should’ve been here by now,” Jungkook said when he checked the time. “Wait a second,” he mused when he pulled out his phone. “That bitch ditched me!” Jungkook yelled, showing me their conversation in which Taehyung picked a hot Tinder date over Jungkook.

“What kind of friends do we have?” I asked rhetorically, but then I smiled at him. “Don’t be sad, though. If he’s not coming, it means there’s more food for us.” I said, reminding him that there’s always a blessing in disguise. “And my pizza is to die for!”

“Do you want a drink? I think we both need to get drunk,” Jungkook offered, and I nodded – he must’ve read my mind. If he didn’t want to hand me a bottle of bleach, then I’d have to resort to alcohol. “That fucker.”

Quickly, Jungkook poured us drinks, and although it was a bit too strong for my liking, I was going to drink it because the urge to erase Jimin’s dick from my memory was stronger than my common sense.

“So… is he big?” Jungkook asked me when he finished shredding the cheese. He was sitting on the opposite side of the table, supping his drink, staring at me knead the dough. Having sighed, I looked up at him, and flicked some flour on his face, hoping that he would shut his mouth. I wanted to erase that image, and talking about it wouldn’t make that picture to go away. “What? I wanna know.” Jungkook whined, and I shook my head, having no energy to comment on his statement.

Why do men need to know if they’re bigger or not? What does he need this validation for?

“Why don’t you focus on something useful… like turning on the oven, for example,” I said, and Jungkook listened to my command.

“So you’re not going to answer me, are you?” Jungkook asked me again as if he hoped I’d change my mind.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but I have nothing to compare it with,” I started, as I spread the sauce over the dough. “If you really wanna know, just flash me your dick, and I’ll tell you who’s bigger,” I added boldly, and Jungkook choked on his second drink, as he did not expect me to ask him to do that.

“On the second thought, I don’t wanna know,” he said, returning to his previous spot. “A simple no would work, by the way.”

“I’m not so sure it would,” I said confidently, as I put all the toppings. Now, we just had to wait for the oven to heat. “So what do you want to do? I need to do something to keep myself busy, so I could forget what I saw. I’m literally down with everything.”

“Everything you say?” Jungkook repeated after me, cocking up his eyebrow, probably thinking of something naughty. If I was right, I couldn’t blame him for any indecent thoughts of me. I would be a hypocrite because I had been thinking about him every night when I had been trying to fall asleep. And then, he had often haunted my dreams, too.

“What? What are you thinking about?” I inquired, though I had already a few possible answers to my question. Jungkook’s embarrassed smile could only mean one thing.

“Oh, I don’t think you wanna find out, baby,” he answered cockily, and I looked into his eyes, as I didn’t expect to hear that kind of reply. My boldness had successfully shied him away, and he was trying to intimidate me in the same way.

“What a shame,” I muttered, as I turned around to put the pizza into the oven. “As I said, I’m down with anything. So, what? Should we continue our marathon from where we left it last week?” I proposed innocently, but Jungkook didn’t seem excited about that option.

“You know what? Screw this,” Jungkook said before he approached me, turned me around, and forced his lips against mine. The kiss was rushed and sloppy, but it conveyed our frustration and urgency, and to me, it was perfect.

Almost instantly, he pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I let out a moan. His hands were holding my face, while mine quickly found purchase on his firm butt and pulled him against me. Unsynchronized, our lips moved together, desperately making up for the lost time that we had spent not kissing each other.

“Jungkook,” I moaned his name, and as if being urged, he hoisted me up and sat me down on the kitchen counter. With his lips tightly pressed against mine, he spread my legs and quickly slipped between them.

Although Jungkook barely touched me, I felt the flame kindle within me. Jungkook’s hands wandered down my sides until they reached my hips where he dug his fingers in. I loved it when he was feeling my body.

When I wanted to moan his name again, Jungkook bit on my bottom lip, stopping it from rolling off my tongue. Right now, he only cared about one thing, and it was me reciprocating his passionate kiss.

“I wanted to do that for quite a long time,” Jungkook confessed, as he pulled away. His eyes were shut close; his forehead was pressed against mine, while his hands dragged me over to the edge of the counter so I could feel his hardening cock.

“Me, too,” I admitted, as I wrapped my legs around his waist. “I won’t tell you how many times thoughts of you fucking me kept me awake at night,” I added, and Jungkook chuckled before he captured my lips again, already missing them.

“I’m hoping you thought of me every night,” Jungkook whispered against my mouth before he began to suck on my bottom lip, playfully pulling it. “I couldn’t fall asleep before I jerked off to you,” Jungkook confessed, and I giggled, as I imagined his veiny hand moving up and down his erection, his hips thrusting against his grip, the little hisses which left his mouth before he moaned my name.

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” I blurted out when Jungkook’s lips left my mouth, as he desperately wanted to mark my skin. Gently, Jungkook nipped my neck, as he wanted to imprint his feelings on my body. I didn’t mind hickeys, and I was sure that Jungkook wasn’t going to stop with one. No, he’s the type of a guy to mark me everywhere.

“Are you asking me out?” Jungkook inquired, and I purred when I felt his cold breath on the wet skin of my neck. “I should be the one doing that,” he concluded before he returned to his erotic ministrations; his teeth lightly scratched my skin, and his tongue licked the grazed area, and I probably enjoyed it more than I should. “Tomorrow, we’re going on a date.”

“You’re so hot when you’re so controlling,” I admitted honestly, and if Jungkook didn’t believe me, my wet panties could confirm that I indeed meant my words. “Which is strange because I hate being bossed around,” I added, and Jungkook grinned as he looked up, innocently pecking my lips.

“I wanna be inside of you already,” Jungkook whined, as he rubbed his erected cock against my sex, showing me how desperate he was to feel me. “I wanna feel how you squeeze around me; I wanna hear you scream my name when I make you come.”

“Jungkook, I…” and when I was about to tell him that I wanted him to take me on that kitchen counter, the oven started to ring, signalizing that the pizza was ready. As soon as we realized that the oven just cockblocked us, we began to laugh. “I think it’s a sign that we shouldn’t be doing that,” I said as I pushed him away and jumped off the counter, so I could take the pizza out of the oven before it would burn.

“I highly doubt that,” Jungkook answered as he sat down by the table, watching me bend over. “Your ass is amazing by the way,” he spoke in admiration, but I only rolled my eyes, even though I was flattered that he visually liked my butt.

“Thank you, but if you think that flattery with help you get into my pants, then you’re right,” I said playfully, as I put on mittens and placed the tin-ware on the stove. “But in your case, I think you could do all of the worst things to me, and I’d still let you fuck me, Jeon.”

“I’m honored to hear that you’re whipped for me,” Jungkook said casually, still observing my moves. “What kinky things would you let me do to you?”

“Probably all of them,” I said as I sat astride on his muscular thighs. “Wow, your muscles are no joke. Let me guess; you never skip the leg day, do you?” I asked him while playing with his hair as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“I actually do sometimes, but usually it’s when you wanna hang out,” Jungkook admitted, as he grabbed my butt and pulled me closer, so his dick was pressed against my clothed entrance. I was feeling him through the fabric, and it felt absolutely erotic – if he would bury his cock inside of me, I’d probably squeeze around him immediately. “You’re the sole reason why I slack off sometimes.”

“I’m sorry, I had no idea I’m such a bad influence,” I whispered into his ear, rubbing my sex against his throbbing cock. “So… are you hungry? The pizza tastes the best when it’s right out of the oven,” I said, mentioning the food, but Jungkook ignored my proposition, as he was dead set on devouring me.

“It looks and smells delicious, but I fancy something else,” Jungkook stated, and I leaned forward to peck his swollen lips to shut him up. He didn’t want to eat me out, did he? I didn’t mind, I knew what his tongue could do, but more than anything, I was desperate to feel his cock fill me. “I’m so hard, baby,” Jungkook hissed, as he cupped his dick.

“Do you want me to suck you off?” I asked sounding unfittingly innocent what really threw him off for a while. Slowly, I slid off his thighs, waiting for him to stop me if he didn’t want to. Just as I expected, Jungkook didn’t protest, he only admired me when I got on my knees between his legs. “It’s my first time, so don’t expect a pro,” I warned him when I cupped his crotch through the material of his jeans. The moment my hand gently squeezed his erection, Jungkook let out a hushed moan of pleasure.

“That’s right, baby. Touch me,” Jungkook breathed out, and I obediently undid the button of his jeans and pulled the zipper down. Biting my lips, I grabbed the hem of his trousers and yanked them down to his calves.

Apparently, Jungkook’s a boxers kind of guy. His budge was impressive, and I couldn’t wait until I’d see what’s hidden under the material. Having licked my lips, I leaned forward to press my lips against his clothed erection. Jiwoo had told me a few months ago that guys liked a little bit of teasing, and it appears that, Jungkook likes it, too.

“You know how to tease me very well for someone who has never done it,” Jungkook nonchalantly commented, but I just shrugged. I wanted to taste him, and I didn’t want to engage in useless conversation with him.

“You will change your mind when I graze your dick with my teeth,” I said jokingly, but Jungkook panicked even if it was for about a second.

“I think I like you too much to get seriously mad at you,” Jungkook admitted, and I smiled shyly, hoping not to blush at his strange confession. With my eyes trained on his erection, I freed his cock out of the boxers, giving it a few delicate strokes. “Oh, your hands are so cold,” Jungkook hissed, kicking his head backward.

“Hints are very much appreciated,” I added, reminding him it was my first time stroking and blowing a man, so if he had any pointers for me, I’d gladly use them.

“You can squeeze your hand a bit tighter, I barely feel your touch, and it drives me insane,” Jungkook instructed me, and I followed his tips, making him bite his bottom lip, as he tried to remain cool. “You can spit on it, you know,” he added, but I ignored him this time, deciding to lick his cock from its base all up to its tip instead.

“Shit,” Jungkook cursed, shutting his eyes close. “Just put it in your mouth already,” Jungkook urged, and I wrapped my mouth around the tip of his cock just as he demanded. “Oh, yeah, just like that,” Jungkook panted out, enjoying the way I ran my tongue around the tip while simultaneously squeezing his balls.

“I’m so turned out right now,” I moaned, feeling excitement flare up inside of me. “I’m so wet for your thick cock,” I added before I once again put his cock into my mouth, this time taking more of him. His response was immediate; although he was trying to stay still because of my lack of experience, he couldn’t stop himself from buckling his hips up, desperate to fuck my throat.

“OK, that’s enough,” Jungkook whispered, as I probably did something wrong. Well…, if anything, it was his fault – he was thrusting into my mouth when I was evidently not prepared for it. “It’s my turn to take care of you; don’t you think?” He added as he offered me his hand to help me stand up.

“You want to eat me out?”

“Damn straight I do,” Jungkook answered quickly, as he jumped up to his feet in front of me and threw me over his shoulder. “You remember that drinking game we played? I’m gonna prove to you how mind-blowing head I give,” he added and spanked my butt playfully.

“If I knew that my choice would hurt your ego so much, I’d just point at Hoseok,” I answered, trying to refrain myself from giggling. The situation was ridiculous; Jungkook was trying to prove me wrong, although I had no doubts in his skills.

Quickly, Jungkook stepped out of his boxers, leaving them behind on the kitchen floor as he carried me to his bedroom.

“To be completely honest, I thought of eating you out ever since,” Jungkook admitted as he placed me on his bed carefully. “How you would moan my name, how you would arch your back and buckle into my face,” he continued, and I hid my face behind my hands too embarrassed to look at him. “Is it too much?”

Hesitantly, I lowered my hands to look at him; Jungkook was sitting on the other side of the bed, staring at me. He looked incredibly nervous, and I couldn’t believe it was me who made him stressed like that. It was just me; he didn’t have to worry about what I was thinking.

“What are you talking about? It’s nothing compared to what I was thinking,” I stated confidently, trying to ease the tension between us. “Maybe I wasn’t pining for you as long as you were for me, but my thoughts are way kinkier. You don’t have to be embarrassed in front of me,” I explained, and with that, Jungkook surged forward, getting on top of me, kissing my breath away.

“You’re too great to be real,” he whispered when he pulled away for a second. Before I managed to reply, his lips returned to my mouth, while his hands started to once again roam around my body. Jungkook completely dominated the kiss, and I moaned into his mouth when he squeezed my breast and rubbed his erection against me.

“Just fuck me, Jeon. I don’t care if it’s your cock, tongue or fingers. I just have to feel you, please,” I urged me, as grinding my sex against him wasn’t the best sign of what I wanted him to do. Kissing him was beyond amazing, but my pussy was throbbing for his attention.

“I just love how needy you are,” Jungkook whispered as he kissed my neck, undoing my trousers, pushing his hand under the hem of my panties. “And your pussy is drenched,” he stated matter-of-factly, as he began to rub my juices across my clit.

“Yes,” I breathed out, pushing my hips upwards, wanting him to apply more force. “Oh my God, Jungkook, please, more,” I moaned, hoping that my desperate cries for pleasure would make him stop teasing me.

“Undress,” Jungkook ordered, and I quickly grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, while Jungkook yanked my jeans and panties down my legs, tossing them on the floor. “You look even better than I imagined,” Jungkook admitted before he leaned forward, placing delicate kisses on my stomach, down to my sex.

Firmly, his large hand held my hips in one place. With one last look at me, Jungkook dived in, shaking my world upside down with his tongue. All of his attention was focused on my clit, he massaged it, tugged it and swirled his tongue around it.

Though it was my first time when a guy went down on me, I could tell that Jungkook was amazing; I enjoyed it more than all of my past intimate endeavors. Unlike all the other men I had been with, Jungkook wasn’t only a taker. He gave so much from himself, while at the same time; he wasn’t trying to force me into returning the pleasure. He was perfect.

“You’re so hot,” Jungkook praised me before he started to fuck me with his tongue; it was so nice, I thought I could easily come on his mouth. “I could bet that I could make you come with my fingers,” he added smugly, as he inserted his middle finger inside my pussy.

“I’m not going to bet when I know I’m gonna lose,” I replied genuinely, as I had no intention to boost his ego even more. My desperate moans already stroked it a bit too much.

“Shame,” Jungkook spoke before he started to suck on my clit while curling his fingers inside of me, as he tried to make me come around his fingers.

“You’ve proven your point, Jeon. You’re amazing at giving head,” I said, as I gripped the sheets when Jungkook’s fingers found my sweet spot. “But I really want to come around your cock. Jungkook, please, I want to feel your cock inside of me.”

“Is it weird that it turns me on when you call me Jeon?” Jungkook asked as he pulled out, once again getting on top of me, placing his chin between my breasts.

“No, it’s not, Jeon,” I answered, watching his reaction when I called him by his surname. He didn’t lie, he evidently enjoyed it. “Is it weird that I want you to fill my pussy with cum and then make me come with your fingers with your cum inside of me?”

“A bit,” Jungkook admitted, and I giggled along with him. “But shit, now when you said it, I want to do that,” he added, and I smirked, glad that he didn’t find my fantasy too weird for him. “So… how do you want me to fuck your pussy?”

“I was wondering if I could ride your dick.”

“Baby, this seat is yours,” Jungkook said, as he lay beside me, letting me climb on top of him.

“Take off your shit, I wanna see these abs you’ve been working on,” I commanded, and Jungkook complied, showing off his beautiful muscles. Admiring the view in front of me, I reached behind my back to unhook my bra, releasing my breast.

“Do you like it?” He asked, but instead of answering him, I just grind my pussy against his throbbing cock. “You love it,” he concluded, tensing his muscles, so when I touched them, they were hard as rocks.

“I do, but I’d still like you if you weren’t ripped,” I admitted before I managed to bite my tongue. We had confessed to each other before, but it had never been that direct.

“And I’d still like you if you were just as ripped as I am,” Jungkook jested, and I rubbed him harder, excited to finally feel him inside of me. “Ride me.”

Slowly, I grabbed his cock and aligned it with my entrance, carefully sinking down onto it. He was thick, and despite being incredibly wet, I still was tight for his cock.

“Oh my God,” Jungkook moaned when my walls stretched around his length. “It feels so good,” he added, as he gently moved his hips, and I moaned, loving the feeling of him inside of me. It felt like heaven.”You’re so warm.”

At first, I rocked my hips slowly, but gradually I increased the pace. His cock was filling me so good, and whenever I sank down on it, I let a loud moan.

“Yes, baby,” Jungkook hissed, as he sat up. With his fingers digging into my flesh, he helped me reach the tempo which satisfied us both. “You’re so hot,” he added again, as he pressed his lips against my skin between my breasts. “You will make me come ridiculously fast,” Jungkook said, and I giggled in between desperate gasps for air.

My stamina was nonexistent when compared to Jungkook’s.

“Oh my God, yes!” I screamed when Jungkook hand rubbed my clit. “Fuck,” I panted, picking my pace, riding him using the last bits of my energy. My walls started to hiss around Jungkook’s throbbing cock, and judging by a multitude of hushed breaths which left his mouth, Jungkook was close too.

“Please, don’t stop,” Jungkook begged, as he began to thrust from underneath me. He was desperate to reach his orgasm, and I couldn’t wait to hear him shout my name when he’d release his load inside of me. “I’m coming, I’m coming, shit,” Jungkook loudly whined as he came, milking my walls with his sticky cum.

“Please, don’t stop!” I shouted as I continued to chase my release. “Fuck, Jungkook, I feel so good,” I said before the wave of pleasure surged through me, making me scream his name and arch my back. It was by far the best orgasm of my life.

“It was amazing,” Jungkook said as he kissed my temple, watching me descend slowly on the ground after the blissful peak. “You are amazing,” he added, but I only wrapped my arms around him, hiding my face in the crook of his neck.

“We have to keep doing that,” I commented, feeling incredibly euphoric. “I had no idea that sex could be this good,” I added while absentmindedly caressing his sweaty chest.

“I had no idea I’m this good,” Jungkook teased, and I lightly hit him. He was getting too smug for his own good. “So, you wanted another round, is that right?” Jungkook asked as he pulled out his cock, letting his jizz slowly leak out of my pussy. “It’s a lot of cum.”

“I know what I said, and I’m still turned on when I think about it, but now, I can only think about a hot shower,” I explained, even though I suspected Jungkook to be disappointed with me changing my mind so quickly. “Are you mad?”

“Are you kidding me?” Jungkook asked me as he propped on his elbow to be able to look at me properly. “I could never be mad at you.” He stated, pecking my forehead. “We’ll have a quick shower, and then, we’ll eat your pizza.”

“I like that plan.”

“I am not finished,” he said, making me curious about his plans. “Tomorrow, before our date I’m giving you two orgasms,” Jungkook proposed, and I eagerly nodded my head. “And another two orgasms after our date.”

“That’s crazy.”

“No, it would be crazy if I wanted to make you come during the date.”

“You’re crazy,” I corrected myself, trying my best not to giggle.

“Maybe a little bit.”

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Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Mafia!AU | Crime!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,734

Chapter 25: Let Me Know

“Maybe we’re all just a bunch of fools. Everyone lives with a love that has come to an end.”

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Seoul – Cheongdam; Gangnam District South Korea

Seokjin relieved Yoongi from manning his office, reminding him to not be late for the party. He replied with a half grunt, muttering to himself that he didn’t see a reason why he needed to be there. Seokjin sucked in a sharp breath between his teeth, catching the look Yoongi gave him. He would acquiesce or there would be hell to pay. His brother seemed to understand this, watching him wave his hand back and forth as he exited his office. Seokjin gave a satisfied smirk as the door clicked shut.

Crossing his office, he stood in front of a full-length mirror and adjusted the gunmetal gray collar of his dark blue dress shirt – his slender finger slipping beneath the black cotton turtleneck that was worn underneath. Both shirts were tucked into his black slacks, an elegant silver chain hooked from one belt loop and into the pocket of his pants. He readjusted the cuffs of his shirt just as a knock from the door resounded in the room.

“Come in,” he said, not bothering to turn around.

The door opened and clicks from heels could be heard against the hard floor before the door closed once more.

“Is this outfit you picked really necessary, Seokjin-ah?”

As he turned, the smirk on his face at an oncoming quip was immediately wiped from his features. Anastasia stood before him in a fire engine red dress, the hem just barely touching her knees. The high neck of the fabric hugged her shoulders, exposing her chest, and the dress accentuated her bosom. Her arms were completely covered with red lace – woven in floral patterns to give it an eloquent touch. She wore a pair of nude high heels and there were two large silver bracelets that adorned her wrists.

He took note of the flush around her cheeks, her dark blonde hair pulled up into a messy updo and tendrils framed her face. Anastasia’s makeup was modest, save for the deep red lipstick painted over her buds. She rubbed at her arms – whether from cold or from feeling shy, he couldn’t really tell.

“Well, are you gonna say something or just keep staring at me over there?”

The irritation was hard to miss in her voice, but what was missed in tone could easily be interpreted from her facial expression. Seokjin shook his head, grin returning to his features, and slowly made his way toward her. Anastasia took a step backward, averting her gaze just as he reached out to remove her glasses. She blinked rapidly, her brows furrowing.

“Seokjin,” she said, her green eyes peering at him, but he knew she wasn’t really looking, “I can’t see.”

“You should invest in contacts,” he said, gently replacing her glasses back onto her face, “though I can’t say I’m against this look either.”

Anastasia pouted, smacking his shoulder and he laughed. “Don’t be a jackass,” she muttered.

He grabbed her wrist, slipping her arm through his. “Did you finish everything you needed to?”

She nodded as they exited his office. “I did. The hotel opening went well, I take it?”

“It did,” Seokjin replied with a smile, leaning forward so he could brush his lips against the shell of her ear, “we couldn’t have done it without you.”

Anastasia made a very loud (and very unladylike) sound with her throat, causing him to throw his head back and laugh.

He couldn’t help himself when it came to her. It was just so much fun to get her all riled up, especially since they were clearly toeing the line between business partners and intimacy. Seokjin certainly wasn’t going to hide his attraction to her and during the last few months, it was clear that she felt something for him as well. He wasn’t quite sure what that was – not yet. Sure, he could make assumptions all day and night but that wasn’t going to bring him closer to the truth.

But he wasn’t in any kind of rush, either.

“So, are you ready for a well-deserved party?”

She shrugged as they began to take the elevator down to the main lobby. “I’ve never been big on this sort of thing. Honestly, I’ve had my fill of company parties.”

Seokjin huffed. “Well, this will be different. You’ll be around people you actually like.”

Anastasia gave him a sidelong glance, smirking. “Are you sure that I like you guys?”

“Wow,” he said, pressing a hand to his chest, “that might have hurt a little.” Seokjin turned slightly, cornering Anastasia as the elevator began to descend. Her hand slipped from his arm as he pressed his palms on either side of her, leaning in until their noses barely touched. “Are you saying you don’t like me, Ana?”

Her eyes grew wide and she tried to shrink back from him, her face showcasing her realization that she did, in fact, have nowhere to flee to. “I…I didn’t say that.”

Feeling she’d been sufficiently punished, Seokjin leaned back and turned to face the elevator door. Anastasia released an audible sigh of relief and he chuckled, reaching out for her arm so that he could loop it back through his. The elevator dinged for the main floor and Jimin stood waiting for them, clad in a silk black suit and black tie. He blinked a few times in surprise at seeing Anastasia. Whether it was because she was arm-in-arm with Seokjin or her entire ensemble remained a mystery.

Regaining his composure, he strolled up to them with his trademark smile. “The car is waiting out front,” he said, gesturing toward the main entrance. He gently nudged Anastasia as the three of them walked. “Ready to show off your two left feet?”

Seokjin watched Anastasia try to cuff Jimin as he twirled away from them, laughing. There was something about the scene that made his heart seem even lighter than it had earlier that day. This was it. This was their time to finally shine instead of remaining hidden in the dark. Jimin clearly appeared happier and there was a part of Seokjin that still felt a twinge of remorse toward him. Out of the entire group, Jimin was the last to come to Seoul because he was the most reluctant to leave. He had every intention of taking over his family’s pastry shop back in Hwaseong.

Would he eventually want to return home? To that life?

“Hyung?”

Seokjin blinked, realizing that both Anastasia and Jimin were staring at him intently. He’d gotten lost in his own thoughts again. Smiling, he shook his head and opened the door so that Anastasia could climb in first. He urged Jimin to enter next, but his younger brother smiled and told him to go ahead.

Once the three of them were settled inside comfortably, they told their driver their destination and simply waited to arrive.

“What about Taehyung and Jungkook?” he asked, looking at Jimin.

Jimin grinned. “They went to go pick up their plus ones for tonight.” Anastasia stifled a giggle and he watched Jimin rolling his eyes. “They’re meeting us there with the others.”

“Alright,” he said while pulling out his phone, “I’m going to let Hoseok and Namjoon know we’re on the way.”

  Seoul – Itaewon; Yongsan District South Korea

Soap Seoul was alive with the heavy bass beats of the DJs playing inside. They could hear the music booming out into the streets as they pulled up. There was a long line of those wishing to gain access, but as their car pulled up and Jimin exited the vehicle, they were immediately greeted by the security at the front door. Seokjin palmed a roll of bills into one of the bouncer’s hands and he unhooked the velvet chord, granting them entrance.

Seokjin helped to guide Anastasia through the crowd, various people greeting them. Some were familiar faces and others weren’t. He kept his hand on her waist, making sure that she was at his side so that she wasn’t swept up in the sea of bodies. Jimin already disappeared, presumably to search out the others.

“Seokjin Hyung!” he heard someone yell over the noise of the crowd and the pulse of music.

He looked around and spied Namjoon, clad in a slate blue three-piece suit. His tie was loose, probably from the heat of so many bodies crowding around them.

“Namjoon-ah,” he called back, seeing Anastasia lifting one of her arms to wave in his direction to get his attention, “over here!”

Namjoon slipped through the crowd, squeezing his way toward them. When he reached them, he flashed a half-smirk to them both. “You guys made it.” He pointed over his shoulder. “We have a VIP room toward the back.”

“Where is Jimin-ah?” Anastasia asked, her eyes scanning the crowd. “I haven’t seen him since we got here. He just up and left!”

“He’s already back in the room to see Hoseok and Yoongi.”

Seokjin canted his head slightly. “What are you doing out here then?”

“Well, I was looking for you guys, but Taehyung and Jungkook said they were pulling up.”

“Ah,” he replied, nodding his head slightly as he glanced down toward Anastasia, “did you want to go ahead and move to the back or wait for the others?”

He watched her shake her head. “No, it’s fine. We can go ahead and head toward the back. I don’t want them waiting on us.”

That was all he needed to hear. Anastasia seemed to press herself tighter against Seokjin and he took the opportunity to wrap his arm around her shoulder so that she could curl into him. Namjoon parted ways with them, heading toward the entrance as they proceeded to make their way toward the back. There were a variety of different booths, black curtains quartering them off from the rest of the dance floor, and then the pale blue lights of various atriums began appearing as they neared further toward the back of the club.

The music wasn’t as boisterous in this area – a soft, muffled pulse of a heartbeat by now. Their room had a single black triangle on the outside, a white circle in the middle of it. Seokjin knocked twice before opening the door, seeing Hoseok, Yoongi and Jimin inside – already pouring drinks. There was a large array of liquor bottles adorning the table, a tray of fruit and snacks, and several plush, leather sectionals to give everyone elbow and breathing room.

Hoseok was dressed in his most comfortable black and white silk suit, the shirt underneath unbuttoned and showing off the modest silver chain that hung from his neck. His pale-blue lensed aviators framed his face and he gave a casual smile to Anastasia. She immediately bowed her head out of polite respect and Seokjin had to refrain from laughing.

“It’s good to see you, Anastasia-ssi,” Hoseok greeted, gesturing for them to have a seat, “have a seat. Relax.” He held out a shot glass to her. “Can I pour you a drink?”

Yoongi snorted, his expression harder to read. He seemed amused, but the way his posture was, it indicated that he was slightly uncomfortable or annoyed. Or both. His black blazer hung loose over his black and red patterned shirt – a silver butterfly lapel pin shining against the modest amount of lighting inside the room. He was already nursing a shot of whiskey, his cheeks only slightly rosy from the alcoholic intake.

Seokjin could only imagine how much he’d been drinking these days, let alone tonight.

Anastasia took a seat, grasping for the shot glass as Hoseok poured her a drink. Yoongi was already doing the same for Seokjin when the door flung open. In burst Taehyung, a periwinkle blue blazer draped over his white fleece sweater – a pair of simple black slacks hugging his waist. He flashed his boxy grin at them, holding a hand up in greeting. However, it was the person that followed behind him that gave everyone pause.

Raelyn, their former Hyungsoo-nim, entered behind Taehyung – her arm looped through his as her other hand was holding tightly to the silver clutch at her waist. Her purple, handkerchief cocktail dress flowed delicately around her form – bringing out the color of her brown skin even more. The neckline dipped and curved over her chest, the straps reaching for her neck sparkling with rhinestone gems. The heels of her silver stilettos clicked loudly despite the noise of the club flooding into the room.

Everyone started to stand up, out of habit, before lowering themselves back down into their seats. The only one who didn’t move was Hoseok. Seokjin saw them make eye contact until Anastasia seemed to shake the strange atmosphere by getting up to go and greet her friend.

Something around Raelyn’s neck caught Seokjin’s eye and he spied the crescent moon pendant. Namjoon entered the room after them, locking eyes with Seokjin almost immediately. Neither of them said a word. Between the entire group, only Namjoon and Seokjin understood the significance of that pendant.

And who it originally belonged to.

Hoseok seemed to deduce what they were thinking, and he immediately shook his head, silencing whatever voiceless questions they were about to throw at him. Instead, he stood up and crossed the room, hugging Raelyn and she returned the gesture. She pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek in greeting and he stepped to the side to allow Taehyung to help her get situated.

Jungkook finally squeezed his way inside. Seokjin had to, yet again, remind himself that Jungkook wasn’t the little kid they adopted into their little circle of friends. He was a man. A man who apparently could fill a suit out very well. The silk black lapels seemed to shimmer, the rest of his blazer a pristine white – the black accents for the buttons and cuffs were sharp. He wore a black silk tie over a simple white dress shirt which was tucked into a pair of black slacks.

The woman on his arm, whether intentional or not, matched his sharp dress code to the letter.

Her olive skin seemed to glow under the light of the room, and the simple black dress she wore hugged her figure in all the right ways. The hem stopped just above her knee and the dress was draped over her chest at an angle. The piece of fabric that hung around her neck seemed to connect to the single sleeve of her left arm – clinging to her like a second skin. She wore black pumps with a silver accent on the toes and heels and she wore no other jewelry save for the large silver hoops that dangled from her ears – her thick, curly hair pulled toward the right of her neck in a low ponytail.

Yoongi was the first to rise from his chair, not necessarily from surprise like the others, but from something else. Seokjin saw him curling his hands into fists and he immediately rose to his feet, attempting to quell the mounting tension building in the room.

“Jungkook-ah,” he said, crossing over to the youngest of their group, “who is this lovely person and how did you convince her to tag along with you?”

Jungkook gave a shy smile, watching as her hand withdrew from his arm so she could shake Seokjin’s hand. “This is Eden McGee,” he said, casting her a sidelong glance. He looked like he wanted to say more, but refrained.

A glass clattered across the table and everyone turned to see the source of the noise. Yoongi took a step back from the small mess he’d made, his brows knitting together. “Sorry about that,” he said, moving to head toward the door to their room, “I’ll go get something to clean this up with.”

He brushed past them, his shoulder knocking into Jungkook’s as he seemed to purposefully push himself between Eden and Jungkook.

Seokjin saw Eden’s eyes peering into his as he shook her hand. But after a moment, her gaze seemed to linger off to the right where Jungkook was standing. She gave a polite half smile, a slight pink touching her cheeks, before looking back at Seokjin.

“I’m Jungkook’s girlfriend,” she said, which seemed to cause Jungkook’s jaw to drop slightly and Seokjin raised his brows. “It’s nice to meet you.”

A/N: And I decided to add this in because I know you guys were probably curious. I added links to their outfits that they wore, just in case the descriptions I gave didn't do them justice. Listed in order of appearance: Seokjin: Here Anastasia: Here Namjoon: Here Hoseok: Here Yoongi: Here Jimin: Here Taehyung: Here Raelyn: Here Jungkook: Here Eden: Here

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SKAM NL S3 EP4 - Lucas Van Der Heijden

EP 3

-

Lucas is looking at the other one. Milan really doesn’t know him or he wouldn’t be there, talking to him now. But Milan has a smile that could make the world bow down to his wishes. If he only knew how much power he already has over Lucas.

“What? What are you waiting for?” Lucas frowns, looking at Milan and his skate. He’s already on it, doing little circles around Lucas while he waits for his answer. They’re in the middle of the school, with a bunch of teenagers passing by them constantly, sometimes looking back to double-check what’s going on between them.

“I’m not going with you on your skate!” He looks around, nobody is paying too much attention, but they are still at school and it feels weird to be with Milan in public. 

They’ve texted a little over the weekend, started right after the incident in the kitchen when Milan left Lucas and Esra to go home by himself. Whatever is going on between them it’s only getting heavier, stronger, but Lucas still needs to get used to Milan’s attention constantly on him like they’ve known each other or like they have something going on. Nothing happened, but it feels like it did. And it’s obviously a bad idea to go with Milan, they can’t fit in one skate.

“C’mon, just get on my back.” Lucas is sure that Milan can carry him on his back, but it’s so fucking dangerous.

“No, I know a bad idea when I see one. I’m sure Jayden can borrow me his bike.”

“If it was Kes with his mini scooter you would go with him.” Lucas looks up to meet Milan’s bright brown eyes. He’s teasing Lucas, but there’s also some jealousy that Lucas hadn’t notice before. And how does he know that Kes has a scooter?

So he’s jealous of Kes...

“Yeah, it’s a bike. Not a skate.” If Milan wants to be a little brat, Lucas can play that part too, they are barely acquaintances and Lucas doesn’t have the patience right now.

“Ok, whatever you say. Guess I’ll go home then. We’ll hang out another time.” Milan pushes his skate to start moving again, still looking at Lucas while he gets out of his sight, making a smooth right turn after the school gate. 

Fuck.  

Lucas shouldn’t be falling for this guy. He’s not at all like Lucas and he keeps pushing Lucas’ buttons, constantly trying to throw him out of his comfort zone. Yeah, he would go on a bike with Kes. Because it’s Kes.

-

Maybe Lucas was just misreading Milan. Maybe he just wants Milan so bad that he sees meaning and intent where there’s none. They don’t know each other that well, Lucas can easily be mistaken about Milan’s feelings. What’s stopping him from breaking up with his girlfriend if they’re not in love anymore? They seemed in love, making out while dancing together.

“Friday was fun, yeah, but I’m super busy with Zoe today, maybe another time?”

Lucas reads the message for the hundred time. Milan has to be kidding. It’s just a sentence, but Lucas feels guilty and dumb. Why text him and pretend like they haven’t seen each other since Friday? Why bring up Friday again? Lucas only said he couldn’t hang out a few days ago and now Milan wants nothing to do with him.

He drops his phone by his side on the couch, not knowing what to answer, watching Jayden and Esra eat whatever they made for lunch.

-

It was another long, sleepless night. Lucas is exhausted and also tired of not sleeping. Maybe moving out was a bad idea, at least at home he could always find some medication that would help him sleep in days like these.

“Hello” Milan passes by him way too close to Lucas, walking behind him and stopping on his other side, leaning against the green lockers. Lucas looks around, there’s nobody there and Milan seems to be in a good mood again.

“Hi.” He opens his locker, shoving some books inside and picking his notebook and some pen that he just randomly found in between his books.

“Are you going to whatever costume party it’s happening this weekend?” Lucas doesn’t ask for help, but Milan helps him anyway, coming closer and holding his books while Lucas opens his backpack to put everything inside.

“Not sure...you?” It’s hard, but Lucas manages to keep looking at his things and not at Milan. He doesn’t want to sound interested even though he is. He can feel Milan’s eyes tracking every little movement that he makes so he tries not to falter too much or the other one will notice what happens to Lucas when he’s around, looking at him like that.

“I might. We should hang out before, maybe drink some beers at my place, sounds good?” Lucas finally closes his bag, putting on his shoulder again, holding the straps of his bag tighter as he has no other option but to look at Milan now.

“...Sure.”

Milan gives him another one of the bashful smiles and nods his head, looking around them and then back at Lucas.

“Sweet. I’ll text you my address.” And he walks by way too close to Lucas again on his way out. Maybe this time they’ll finally be alone for a couple of hours.

-

The coffee table is already filled with beers and all kinds of drinks that Milan offered them through the night. Lucas was trying to be polite and sober, but then Zoe started talking about how she���s living with Milan for a couple of weeks and he couldn’t do it anymore.

Now he’s so close to being drunk. Lucas just started actually drinking and now his body is working in slow motion, he’s getting tipsy. His night was ruined. If he’s being completely honest, he thought it would be just him and Milan, but it’s not, it never is and when it is, one of them is always ready to fuck it up. Mostly Lucas.

Milan doesn’t seem happy either. He’s snappy and they are constantly disagreeing even in the smallest decision like what time should they order the pizzas. There’s no way Lucas is staying all night long with them and Emma.

Kes is out at some party and Lucas is more than ready to go there and get shit faced with his friends. He moves slowly to the end of the couch, further away from Emma, to grab yet another beer, opening it and Milan does the same one second later, catching Lucas’ attention with the loud pop he makes opening his beer. Lucas can see Zoe staring at her boyfriend with threatening eyes.

“I think that’s enough beers for a pre-game…” She tries not to sound harsh but fails and Milan looks at her right away, drinking his beer, clearly just to upset his girlfriend. 

“I think that’s enough of you for tonight or maybe this week, maybe a month…” He relaxes against the back of the couch again and Lucas just wants to leave right at that second and maybe even take Emma with him, that’s how bad their company suddenly feels.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom…” Zoe gets up, her eyes are watering, Milan doesn’t seem regretful of what he said. Maybe he is, but he’s too angry and embarrassed to care. Emma gets up and follows the other girl. Lucas can hear when one of them slams the door at the end of the hall.

The only thing he can do is drink and look down at his own shoes, biting the inside of his lower lip. He can feel Milan’s eyes on him, but he doesn’t know what to say so he doesn’t say anything, just stays there if Milan needs him for anything.

“What time is it?” Lucas is caught a little off guard so it takes him a second to look at Milan and understand what he’s asking. He lifts his hips from the couch to grab his phone inside his back pocket.

“22:22” Milan raises his eyebrows, really looking at Lucas now, slowly getting back to his normal.

“Really?”

“Yeah...why?” Lucas puts his phone back in his pocket and drinks a little more as Milan turns his head back and finishes his beer at once, putting the empty can back on the coffee table.

“Must be a sign, let’s go.” Milan gets up, dropping his wig of fake golden locks of hair back on the couch, waiting for Lucas to follow.

“Go where?” Even if he doesn’t know if this is the right thing to do, where they’re going, Lucas gets up, leaving his beer behind.

“Anywhere.”

-

There’s no real reason for it, but Lucas’ heart is beating so fast. He feels like he could do anything right now. Milan keeps looking back and a little down to find Lucas and he smiles at him. His cheeks are just a little red from the breeze hitting him directly, but it doesn’t seem to bother him too much. Nothing seems to bother Milan right now. The wind is also making Lucas just a little more sober, but not enough to make him regret leaving two girls behind to go anywhere with Milan in his small bike.

He said it’s been a long time since he last used his bike, but it doesn’t seem like it, must be the adrenaline rushing through his veins, but he’s biking like a pro. Lucas has to hold back the urge to actually hug him, put his cheek against the soft fabric of Milan’s shirt.

Lucas couldn’t care less about someone seeing them, he’s happy and he won’t let himself overthink it.

Milan stops after a few more minutes. Lucas has no idea where they are, he was too busy watching the muscles of Milan’s back sticking out through the thin fabric of his shirt every time he needed to get up to pedal, but Milan is looking at their right and Lucas follows his eyes.

There’s a lake right next to the tiny lane they were just biking on. Milan starts moving and Lucas gets off the bike too, following Milan down the tall grass to get closer to the water.

Maybe they’ll just relax there for a little, Milan is probably a little tired. Lucas looks around. It’s a very wooded street behind them where they left the bike.  The full moon is right on top of the lake, giving it a pearl-like glimmer on the surface of the water. 

It feels calming, the water is almost completely still, there’s no breeze to cold down the summer night. Lucas turns his head when he hears a wet noise, Milan is getting inside the lake already, only wearing his black briefs. His clothes are in a messy pile on the grass right next to Lucas and he’s cursing as he walks carefully to get in the water, lifting his arms a little over his ribs to avoid instant contact with the water.

Lucas can see how he’s holding his breath, all his ribs showing as he gets deeper and deeper and then he plunges and reappears a second later, cursing again. It’s a very hot night, Lucas’ shirt is completely wet on his back, glued to his skin, and he unbuttoned the first two buttons to cool down when they got to the bike after running downstairs to escape the girls, but there’s no way the water is even slightly warm. Milan is clearly shivering and yet he swims a little, always looking at Lucas.

“Come.” He invites as he floats in the water. It’s tempting, but it wasn’t on Lucas’ plans to swim tonight.

“I’m not that hot, seriously.” He looks around again, there are only a few cars passing by the street behind the lake, but nobody seems to notice them there, it’s a narrow pathway to get to the lake from the street so they’re probably safe.

“C’mon, Lucas!”

“Milan, I’m tired and drunk...let’s just go somewhere else, please.”

“No, get in, right now! The water will help you relax.” Lucas takes a deep breath, looking around the lake, knowing well he won’t go anywhere if Milan doesn’t go with him. 

So he takes his jacket and shirt off, dropping on top of Milan’s clothes, walking on his tiptoes to the lake, making sure that he knows where he’s stepping. The water is definitely too cold, feels like knives are cutting the top of his feet, but Milan is right there, with a big smile on his face, waiting for Lucas and so he pushes through it, slowly getting in. His pants stick to his legs and it’s hard to move, but Milan is not that far away now.

“You’re fucking crazy.” Milan laughs and Lucas stops just to hear it, savour the loud and contagious sound. His whole body is shaking from the inside out, he’s so close to freezing, but this is one of those moments that he’ll always remember.

“You have no idea.” They’re sort of floating around way too closely. If Lucas moves his arms just a few centimeters, he’ll touch Milan’s naked arms or torso. And he wants to do it so badly, to know how his skin feels or if he’s as cold as Lucas is. He has to bite his lip not to say it out loud how badly he wants to kiss Milan. 

Maybe he doesn’t have to say it, it’s hard enough to be above the water, but they manage and Milan is always looking at him, saying a thousand words that Lucas wishes he could actually hear. He doesn’t want misunderstandings this time.

Milan is the one to come even closer, looking at Lucas’ lips and then to his eyes and Lucas just lets him do whatever he wants.

“Let’s see how long you can stay underwater.”

“I’m really good at this, you’re gonna lose. You sure you wanna try it?” Milan just smiles and nods his head, going just a few centimeters back so they can both have some space to swim.

They count down and sink at the same time, holding their breaths. It’s so dark underwater, almost pitch black, but Lucas can feel Milan close, the water moving with every move he makes. Sometimes the moon crosses the water and lights up just enough for him to see how close Milan is. Lucas forgets about how cold the water is as soon as Milan touches him, his hand quietly coming to the back of his neck.

Everything happens way too quickly for his liking, but Milan kisses him, his hand in Lucas’ neck holding him in place. It’s just a soft and messy touch of lips and it only lasts a second, but Lucas is suddenly out of breath, holding Milan’s wrist and emerging before him.

Lucas only has a second to calm down and not burst into loud laughter before Milan appears too, looking at Lucas with expectations, but Lucas is still recovering, trying to understand what just happened and Milan smiles.

“I won!” He moves his arms and they’re a little farther away than before. Lucas opens his mouth, but doesn’t say a word, he can still feel Milan’s touch against his skin, his lips against Lucas’.

“You cheated so it doesn’t count…”

“What? I didn’t cheat! There were no rules so I didn’t cheat!”

“I need a rematch then.” Lucas knows his intentions showed on the way he said the words, the way he is probably staring at Milan. He can see that Milan understood his words when he nods his head a second later. “But you can’t touch me.” Milan nods his head again, already taking deep breaths.

“Whatever you say.” So Milan does the count down and Lucas goes underwater, opening his eyes to watch Milan submerge right in front of him, keeping his arms open so Lucas can see that he’s not even trying to touch him again.

Milan is always smiling, but he has different smiles. The one he’s using tonight and right now tell Lucas all he needs to hear. He doesn’t wait, coming closer and kissing Milan again. His hands at the sides of his neck, pulling Milan closer and he’s still smiling and not touching Lucas.

He lets Lucas kiss him and he only moves when they’re going back to the surface, his arms finally holding Lucas by his waist, keeping Lucas close to him, pulling his entire body as close as he can get to Milan’s.

They stop and Lucas lets himself open his eyes and really look, not even bothered by the streams of water rushing down his and Milan’s face. It’s embarrassing how his breath comes out erratic when he exhales through his mouth, making the other one to smile again. 

Milan is in front of him, resting his forehead against Lucas’, breathless, staring back at him. His hands are holding Lucas’ waist tighter as a sign to go back to what they were doing and Lucas obeys, kissing him again. It’s hard to stay still and properly kiss when they’re also trying to stay above the water, but it doesn’t matter. Lucas is finally kissing Milan. It’s languid and too wet, but Lucas couldn’t ask for something more. He wanted this kiss for so long. And Milan is a good kisser, sliding his tongue along Lucas’ top lip to open his mouth wider and deepen the kiss.

[anunvalidcritic]

SPIDER-MAN: INTO THE SPIDER VERSE

                                                MOVIE REVIEW

(DISCLAIMER: MY OPINION IS MY OWN AND CAN BE DEEMED INVALID TO THOSE WHO DON’T CARE FOR IT.)

June 27th, 2019 the year of our Lord (whichever one that may be) I watch a spectacular movie that I can truly say that the awards won were well deserved. Spider-Man was the first superhero I can truly say I looked up too and he’s super duper awesome my dudes. I plan on rewatching the movie again so I can complete this post.

Man, this post is gonna be extremely long but it’s totally worth it!

I FUCKING LOOOVVVEEE THIS INTRO MAAAAAAANNNNN!!

“With great powers come great responsibility” - UNCLE BEN

AHHHHH THEY DID THE SPIDER-MAN 3 DANCE DEAD

YOU’RE MY SUNFLOWER!!!!!!!

The love that his parents give is amazing.

I’m glad to see an ethnic spiderman its dope that he speaks Spanish and English.

I understand that Spider-man is a vigilante

“With accountability comes great accountability“ - JEFFERSON DAVIS

He didn’t have to do MILES like that lol

DEAD THAT CLASS WAS QUIET AF

AYYYEEE THE CITY IS BUMPIN’ TONIGHT!!!!!

LOL MILES needs to get his face off that window.

Ayyee black people really do that stuff with that chill talkin’ being all smooth and shiiii ROFL

OOFFF

AHHH SHIT IT’S GOING DOWN WITH THE GRAFFITI AND THE SPIDER

SPIDER BITE

LMFAO BOOP!

Damn his roommate just loves to study.

That is a lot of sweat tho

“I’M A MAN.“ - MILES

Haircut looks cool though if you ask me.

“EVERYONE KNOWS!” - MILES

“WOAH SHE’S TALL” - MILES

PETER droppin’ bops huh??

OOOO THAT LANDING WAS EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!

That was some freaky shit when that spider glitched though. It kinda turned into a thriller movie for a minute.

DAAAMMMNNN a normal person would be dead

“Stanton Island maybe but not Brooklyn!” - PETER

You better catch him!!!

he better not say you only get one of th…….. AAAHHHHH HE SAID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE FUCKING SAID IT!!!!!!!!!!

PROWLER got a lot of balls flyin’ up on him like that.

WILSON FISK IS TOOOO FUCKIN’ BIG!!!!!!!

Dang, these glitches remind me of when Vanellelope has hers. (I think her name is spelled wrong but it’s whatever at this point.)

You know whenever people make promises they sometimes are hard to keep.

WTF HE’S BLONDE!!!!!!!! WOAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH HELL NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS MOTHERFUCKER JUST KILLED… AHHHHHHH

ROFL “Yeah I think it’s a BANKSY.” - BYSTANDER

RIO is the sweetest mom ever.

PETER should not have gone out that way! MAAAAANNNNNN

STAN LEE R.I.P

Boy, you better not jump off that building that black in you bette… LOL, HE TOOK HIS ASS RIGHT BACK DOWN!

damn, he messed up the hard-drive.

Aww, I love that ominous blue and red lighting… good symbolism.

PETER B. PARKER

Spider-Man for the last 22 years

blah blah blah workin’ hard and fallin’ in love

15 years past

buried Aunt May

Split up with MJ

Seahorses mate for life 

“Could you image a seahorse seeing another seahorse… and then making it work.” - PETER B PARKER

pizza is life

YEAH, THAT BLONDE SHIT THREW ME FOR A LOOP TOO!

“Adios” - MILES

DAAAMMMNN he didn’t have to do PETER B like that!

“Looks like a child dressed like spider-man dragging a homeless corpse behind a train.” - POLICE OFFICER

Aye, I fuck with the song that was being played through that guy’s headphones even though I don’t even know what it was. 

“Why is your body another shape” - MILES damn that’s fucked up 

GOOODDDDDAMMMMN THAT GLITCH FUCKED HIM UP!

These fucking sweatpants man

“DON’T PLAY WITH ME.“ - MILES (black people love that line lol)

“You good with that Spider-Man?!“ - MILES

“In my universe, this place closed 6 years ago. I don’t know why.” - PETER B PARKER (Probably because the restaurant has a C rating)

Was lowkey waiting for a roach to crawl across something 

I LOVE THIS SONG!

“Spider-Man doesn’t wear a cape.” - MILES (He doesn’t wear sweatpants either)

How tf did WILSON FISK get his BIG ASS INTO THAT CAR?!?!?!

lol his booty jiggled a bit hehehehehe

hold up this chick sound like Jessie from Toy Story…

WOAH either she a freak or she likes pushing people

“And I for one can’t wait to watch.” - DR. OC (WTF DID SHE JUST SAY!!)

LOL, HE HIT ‘EM WITH THE ‘HEY’.

Aww, they’re having a bonding moment! 

GWEN STAC(E)Y UP IN THIS BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Last 2 years

Joined a band

Saved her dad

Couldn’t save her PETER PARKER

Doesn’t do friends to save herself feeling.

Oh, we’re getting a little WILSON FISK flashback.

Damn, why is she driving so fast…

Something like that was bound to happen I’m sorry to say. 

This dude really got some board shoulders.

SPIDER PEOPLE

Why does PETER B PARKER have on two different types of shoes?

BRUH AUNT MAY CAME FOR HIM!

DAAAANNNGG AUNT MAY THUGGIN’ HUH!?!?!?!?!

TRIGGERED

DEAD AUNT MAY has “HELLO MY NAME IS …” cards

“Wherever I go, the wind follows.” - SPIDER-MAN NOIR

BRUH JOHN MAOULNEY

SPIDER-MAN NOIR

Year: 1933 

Job: Private Eye

Likes: Drinking egg creams and fighting Nazis (A LOT)

“Sometimes I let matches burn down to my fingertips just to feel something anything.”

PENI PARKER SPIDER

Year: 3145

Has a psychic link with a spider that lives inside of her father’s robot.

Lost her father

BEST BUDS FOR LIFE

SPIDER-HAM

PETER PORKER

Bitten by a radioactive pig 

Photographer for the Daily Beagle

Usually, when he’s not working like a dog he chasing a story

Likes to frolic and dance while doing it in his pants. 

SAD FACE EMOJI

if stitch had a glitch lol

PETER B PARKER really puttin’ MILES on blast. 

STOP FUCKING CROWDING HIM!!!!!!!!!!!

This movie is back on their spooky ooky shit

Damn only if he knew his uncle was the PROWLER...

LOL, THAT MUSIC!!!!!!!!!

RUN BOY RUN THIS WORLD ISN’T MEAN FOR YOU!

BRUH PENI’S FACE!!!

“This is a pretty hardcore origin story.“ - SPIDER-MAN NOIR

“We don’t pick the ballroom we just dance.” - SPIDER-MAN NOIR

OOOFFF WHEN AUNT MAY SAYS TAKE IT OUTSIDE SHE MEANS IT!

Of course, MILES dad is on the way

OH, SHIT SHOW HIM YOUR FUCKING FACE!!!

OH, FUCK!!!!!!

How the fuck you gonna be flying around without some type of bulletproof vest. DAMN SMH

Man, a kid should not be seeing someone die right in front of them. 

JEFFERSON didn’t deserve to find his brother that way. 

I’m glad they’re having a heart to heart to him. But that room is too small

“MILES the hardest part about this job is that you can’t save everyone“ - SPIDER-HAM

“Do animals talk in this dimension because I don’t want to freak him out.“ - SPIDER-HAM

Let the bodies hit the floor. 

“A leap of faith” - PETER B PARKER

At least his dad came by to speak to him.

He had that boy fucked up again!

AUNT MAY A THUG BRO!!!!

THIS SONG IS GETTIN’ ME HYPED UP AND I’M NOT EVEN IN THE FUCKING MOVIE!

Man them taking the bus is really killin’ me

Bruh the waiter

ROFL

BATTLE ROYALE BABY!!!!

YEAH MILES

“Do you have a problem with cartoons?!?!” - SPIDER-HAM

PENI I’m sorry to say but your BUD FOR LIFE is gone.

MILES is a smooth criminal!!

WILSON FISK BIG MAD!!

I find it so cool that each time they jumped back into the portal it was reflected off of them.

ROFL “That’s all folks” “Is he allowed to say that legally?”

WILSON FISK always tryin’ to hurt somebody damn!

NOBODY TOOK YOUR FUCKING FAMILY BITCH THAT WAS YOU! IF YOU TRULY KNEW YOUR WIFE YOU WOULD’VE KNOWN THAT SHE DIDNT GET JIGGY WITH THAT SHIT PERIOD!

THE SHOULDER TOUCH

MILES did that (with help of course)

C-Mobile = T-Moblie hehehehehehe

BRUH HE DID WILSON FISK DIRTY!!!

MILES MORALES

SPIDER-MAN for 2 days

Finally, finished his essay

Saved a lot of people

Spent time with his father

Got hit by a drone as well

Had a proper meeting with his roommate

Slapped his sticker where his dad won’t find it

Will always remember his friends. 

“Anyone can wear the mask. You can wear the mask. If you didn’t know that before I hope you know that now.“ SPIDER-MAN (MILES)

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Y’ALL THERE WAS A GLITCH IN THE SYSTEM! Everything and I mean EVERYTHING! So thankful I was able to salvage a little bit of it back. I really do wish I was able to get what I said at the end because I meant it. :( 

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EDIT: I was fast forwarding through the movie to get it off of my “continue watching” list and I discovered something at the end! So I’ll be making a bit of an edit. (This is a reminder that you need to ALWAYS STAY AT THE END OF EVERY MARVEL! (smh I made a rookie mistake))

James Blake has such an amazing voice

MEANWHILE IN NUEVA YORK

“I was gone for less than 2 hours.” - MAN

THE BEST LESS 2 HOURS OF MY LIFE!

oooo the man’s name is MIGUEL 

Earth ‘67

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH THE MEME THE MEME!!!!!!!!!!

“How dare you point at me!” - SPIDER-MAN

[ontherockswithsalt]

A Made Man

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A/N: AYYEE This is a long one (~3,000 words) but the smutty ones tend to be that way. This night concludes rather successfully! Explicit content warning applies. 

Chapter 37.

“What was that… police courtesy card you gave Ben?” Noble wonders as we make our way down Seventh Avenue. The cold has us huddled side by side while we walk, hands buried in coat pockets. It’s a long walk from the karaoke bar in the Village to Noble’s hotel, but the chilled late night air helps sober us. “What is that?”

“Oh!” Vinny shouts from up ahead. Arm linked with Bianca’s, he turns to laugh at me over his shoulder. “Ben got the Jamie Reagan Black Card?”

“Shut up,” I groan. “He was a nice guy, alright? You’re one to talk, Vin.”

“What was it?” Noble questions again.

“They’re nothing,” I answer. 

“They’re like a friends-and-family get out of jail free card,” Vinny explains. “We’re allotted so many and we can give ‘em out to people as a courtesy.”

“Does it have your number on it?” Noble asks.

“No,” I tell him.

“I gave Ben my number!” Bianca calls out.

Noble ignores that and looks at me. “You never gave me one.”

“Nick doesn’t have one of your PBA cards?” Vinny turns and slows his pace so that we catch up to him.

“He doesn’t live here,” I contend. “And it’s not really a get out of jail free card. But if somehow you wound up in jail, it’s probably for good reason and my card’s not gonna do you any good.”

“Look man--” Vinny moves for his wallet from his back pocket. “You can have one of mine--”

“Oh, my god.” I cut my eyes up to the sky. “Ridiculous.”

Noble reaches out and takes the plastic card. “Thanks, Vinny.”

“You ever get pulled over in the five boroughs, you tell ‘em Officer Cruz from the Twelfth Precinct has got you.”

“I will, man.”

“You dumbass.” I laugh at that reassurance, lunging forward to shove Vinny’s back. 

“What about me? Where’s my card?” Bianca wonders as she lifts her chin to blink up beside him.

Vinny pulls her in closer, slinging an arm around her shoulders and leans down to her ear. There he mumbles something that makes her open her mouth in surprise and tip her head back with a loud laugh. I can only imagine what kind of police courtesy he offered her instead.

“So Vin--” Noble starts. “How are you getting back uptown. We wanna flag a cab, or--?”

“Rude!” Bianca accuses, glaring back at him. “God, Nick.”

“I’m not being rude! We’re all the way downtown so I was just curious--”

I have to laugh as I shake my head. Noble is always willing to play host for anyone except the guy who’s apparently trying to sneak his way behind a closed door with his sister. 

“Nah. It’s late, it’s cool.” Vinny points over his shoulder toward the subway station down the block. “I’ll jump on the 1.” 

As we draw closer to the Greenwich, Vinny looks up at the unassuming brick building, its heavy wood doors that sit back on the quiet block. “Oh yeah,” he muses. “I definitely remember this call. You went back to the scene of the crime, huh Reagan?”

“What can I say?” I tease, with a wistful glance at the facade. “I figured I should follow up on that noise complaint. And then, y’know, things happen.”  

Noble points at Vinny when I say that. “What’d I tell you? Shifty.”

“My boy was motivated.” Vinny chuckles. 

“I was diligent. In my police work.” I attempt an innocent retort, my hands spread, but it only makes the other two guys crack up. 

Vinny claps his hands hard as he doubles over, sputtering a laugh. “Alright, I’m gonna let you guys get after it.”

I’m just drunk enough that I don’t berate him for that comment. Because… I mean, yeah, let’s be honest.

“Oh lucky me,” Bianca laments. “Thank God for headphones.”

“Hey, it was great to meet you, Nick,” Vinny offers as he steps closer to Noble and they slap each others’ backs in an embrace. I’m kind of impressed at the way Vinny smoothly wraps things up. He’s not trying to make a deal or sweet talk his way upstairs. I won’t question it.

“You too, man,” Noble says. “Thanks for coming out with us tonight. You were a real sport.”

“Anytime. I had a blast.” Easing away, Vinny reaches over and smacks his palm hard against my chest. “And you know I got Reagan’s back up here.”

“I appreciate that,” Noble smiles. “You gotta watch him.”

“Come on,” I exhale a soft laugh and start to guide Noble toward the doors. “Later, Cruz. I’ll see you Monday.”

“N-No-no, hang on,” Noble hesitates even though I’m urging him to turn away so that Vinny can at least have his own space to say goodnight to Bianca. 

“I’m coming up, Nick,” she assures him with this annoyed insistence. “My god. Can’t I walk with him to the train?”

“No,” Noble denies her. “He walked with us here. And now we’re done.”

“Oh my god,” I mutter, rubbing my fingers across my brow. 

“Yo, we’re good. We’re good,” Vinny decides and I know he doesn’t want to assert himself in any kind of tense brother-sister contention. “Bella, it was wonderful to meet you.” With open arms, he leans in for a hug, kissing her cheek on the way and she reciprocates, stretching up to squeeze him back. “Thank you for a great night--”

“Come on.” I repeat, tilting my head and tugging Noble away at the bend in his arm. 

Vinny briefly leaves her with some kind of murmured message at her ear before they pull apart. 

“Bye Vinny,” Noble calls out while I roll my eyes. 

Vinny turns down the street and the three of us head inside the hotel.

***

“No, you can’t.” Noble doubts me. 

I pull open the bathroom door and let the light there filter into the otherwise dark bedroom. He stands beside the bed, the both of us undressed to t-shirts and boxers. He concentrates on his phone until music starts to float from the speaker on the nightstand.

“I can too,” I insist from the other side of the doorway. I shake my toothbrush and replace it on the rim of the sink before giving my face a quick glance in the mirror to slide my hand across my jawline.

“I’ve got like, twenty pounds on you,” he reasons. “And what, three inches?”

Turning, my brows pull together and I look at him like I’m offended. “What?” I scoff. 

He spreads his hands as he comes closer. “You’re supposed to say in all the right places.”

Smacking the bathroom light off, I approach him in the bedroom. “I can too. You think I grew up with two brothers and never learned how to powerbomb somebody.”

“Something tells me you were the one being powerbombed.”

“Well yeah,” I laugh and then point to him. “But don’t doubt my size, man.”

“Oh, I don’t. I doubt my own size because I eat a lot of bread--”

“I’d do a fireman’s carry,” I start. “Over the shoulder. Power drop. Finisher.”

“Let’s see it--”

Lunging for him, I grab onto his forearm before dropping to one knee. I shoot my arm between his legs, urging him to fall over my shoulder.

“No-no-no--” Noble protests before he cackles his loud laugh and I start to lift him off the ground. “Holy shit, dude!” His voice almost cracks he’s laughing so hard.

I balance him there across my shoulders as I get to my feet, grounding myself. Jostling him a little, I bounce him up once just to freak him out.

“How are you doing this?” He cries out. “Oh my god.”

“You thought I couldn’t pick you up,” I explain. “Watch, this is some Jake the Snake shit. Ready?”

“No!” He keeps laughing through his panic and I have to chuckle with him while I maneuver my way closer to the bed.

“How many inches have you got on me?” I question him.

“None!” He calls out.

“Huh?”

“I’ve got nothing on you, man.”

I tilt him over, leaning with him until I flip him to the bed and he lands hard on his back. Following in close on my knees, I can’t resist a fakeout elbow drop to his chest before I collapse at his side. “You okay?” I smile through my breathless question.

“Yes. In my adult life, I don’t think anyone’s ever picked me up,” he tells me as he shifts to prop himself up on his side. 

“Yeah, well you challenge me like that and that’s what happened.”

“Can you teach me how to do that?”

“Yeah, we’ll work on it.”

Moving a leg over my thigh, he slides on top of me. “You’re a real sneaky badass and I’m into it.” 

Grasping the sides of his head, I lift up a little to touch my mouth to his. But he easily sinks into me, crawling over and he settles there, letting his weight pin me to the bed with a heavy let’s-get-fucking-lost kiss. It feels so damn good beneath him, the slow rock of my hips as they lift against his.

I push up the sides of his t-shirt and he ducks out of it before I toss it to the floor. He does the same for me, urging me upright to pull mine off before we collapse once again on top of the covers. 

My hands skate up the broad plane of his back, over taut curves of smooth muscle and I hold him to me. It’s like I need the pressure of him in order to release all of the tension I hold onto.

Eventually his mouth pulls away from mine and he dips his head, nudging beneath my jaw to touch a slow, warm kiss to my throat.

With a lazy stretch, I appreciate him there. I curl my fingers in his messy hair, then angle my head to watch as he moves lower.

“We need to be quiet, huh?” I slant a smile at him in the darkness. “We probably sounded crazy as shit just then.”

He chuckles. “I don’t care. The door’s locked. Let her think you’re pounding me like a fucking savage.”

“God,” I say in an amused exhale. “You’re such a fucking sleaze and you wish.”

He laughs at my accusation. “Well alright then be quiet.” Glancing up from underneath thick eyelashes, he lowers his mouth to my waist and presses his lips there.

“Well I didn’t mean--”

“Ah--” He stops me as he grips the edge of my underwear and starts to inch it down. “You’re quiet.”

I pinch my lips together as I look at him, already tilting into him as he slips my hard-on from my boxers. 

Easily he gets rid of them before he strokes a loose fist up my shaft and positions his knees on either side of my leg.

A sharp inhale draws into my chest when I feel the warmth of his tongue. It drags along the head of my dick, slowly consuming me as I arch my neck and let my eyes fall shut at the sensation.

He dips lower, I sink further into the heat of his mouth. I reach down and run a hand up the back of his head remembering his instructions to stay quiet but, ah fuck. The praise escapes me anyway in an airy whisper

I groan in approval when his hand wraps around my cock. He gets it slick with his tongue and guides my length further between his perfect lips. “Oh my god. Fuck yes.” I breathe the words as I push my head back against the bed.

Slowly, he releases me but still teases the ridge of my dick with the tip of his thumb. “What happened to being quiet?”

I sigh, my chest lifting with a heavy breath. “I am.”

“Shh--” He warns me before that hot mouth slips around me once more.

Suppressing a gravelly moan, my chest tightens. But who am I fucking kidding if I think I can restrain the noises, the desperate encouragement and pleas that threaten to escape me?

I feel him come closer, pushing his shoulder beneath my thigh as he urges one leg to bend beside his head. His other hand is there, running a palm hard up my inner thigh and down underneath my hip.

God, I love it when he’s all over me like this, massaging my balls, teasing between my asscheeks with a fingertip. The slow bob of his head owning me completely.

“Oh please, please.” I barely whisper the begging request. I don’t even know if it’s for him or the universe or what but fuck I want it so bad. “God, Noble, make me come,” I murmur, tilting my chin up, my mouth falling open with a hard shaky breath. “Don’t stop.”

With a low, aroused groan, he shifts, pulling off of me just enough to whisper a throaty god damn of his own before his mouth descends again. His wet fist strokes the length of me while he parts the cheeks of my ass with his other hand.

I can’t contain a desperate moan and I let one arm fall across my mouth. The tease of his fingertip while he just fucking works me with his other hand is making my head spin. It’s been a while since he’s given me head like this. Everything he does to me sends me over the edge, but this drives me there in its own intense, skillful way. It’s hard to compete with its unraveling effect on me.

My core clenches. Hard exhales twitch my abs and I have to squeeze my mouth shut once more before I get loud. The sounds of my near-climax just growl inside me, hot and barely controlled.

Yes, yes yes, ohh just like that. I’m gonna come. I don’t even know if I say it out loud or not.

When it overtakes me, I know I call out this rusty, rough groan. My brain doesn’t catch up in time to muffle it somewhere. I struggle to restrain my breath as my muscles contract, again and again with an orgasm that keeps its grip on me longer than I expect it to.

Finally, my sighs shift to a quiet laugh when his mouth tickles the overly sensitive head of my cock. I flinch there on my back and sit up to look at him. “Oh my god, okay okay--” I chuckle. 

Chest heaving, I flop back down, panting deep as I try to blink the room back into focus. “Oh my god,” I murmur absently.

Noble moves away for a moment while I just lay there and recover. The idle downbeat from his music helps to temper the rush of my pulse as my breath subconsciously begins to match it.

Soon, the bed dips with his weight beside me. He starts to pull the covers down and I lift my hips to settle in with him. Freezing outside but warm and relaxed in this bed, it feels so good with him, to wear nothing underneath these sheets and feel him up against me.

He simply lets a little amused twitch pull at his lips. I trail fingertips along the wave of hair at his forehead and manage a calming breath. My enamored gaze catches his and something about the wordless look from him as he hovers a whisper away from my lips makes my throat clench. 

The way I can tell how bad he wants me in the glow of his eyes is such a damn turn on. He dips toward me, rests his forehead against mine and eases in closer. 

We fall into one another, long lingering kisses that heat up with need in the dark. My hands rake through his hair. His coast up my side and down my thigh before I slide my leg open. Beneath the covers, he moves on top of me once more.

So much time is spent just feeling, immersed in the stroke of hungry mouths, stung lips and the rise and fall of his solid form against my own. 

The pressure of his hard-on against my hip begs for me and I reach down to grasp him there. A choppy exhale that I feel across my lips rushes out of him. 

Our touches get the other ready, still unspoken, relying on our other senses to direct us. Pausing an easy moment for the condom he had waiting nearby, we’re back into it. From beneath him, I slink further onto my back and urge him inside of me, slow but fuck, so intense when he fills me like this.

My mouth parting, I arch my neck. A low groan is on the verge of cracking in my throat but Noble drops his forehead there and hisses and breathy Shhh… across my skin.

I just exhale hot instead, picking my head up to find his mouth. 

He sighs hard into my kiss, tugging for control I’m not quite willing to give up. I need him to just take it. His hand wraps around my forearm, squeezing hard before he slaps it to the bed. Pinning it there beside my head, he straightens his arm and drives himself deeper inside me.

I gasp to swallow new air, my chest burning, a heavy exhale leaving me. Shamelessly, I offer up my other arm, bending at the elbow beside the pillow.

He grasps that wrist, a hard pressure there that makes me all his. Then he loosens his grip to slide his hand into mine. 

Rhythmic, panting breath mingling, we ride each other like that until I can feel his urgency start to build. He lets go of my arms and I hold him to me. The tension gripping him, he chokes on an airy whimper and comes -- hard and relentless -- until he’s completely broken.

[nightmaretyrantvantas]

So I’m finally getting around to writing out a bunch of info about my Sander Sides au so I hope youre all ready--(its like 1 am im so sorry for any spelling mistakes and missed tags)

So its 1 am on a work night and I cant sleep and I’ve had lots of ideas and canon things for this au bouncing around my head for days and now TONIGHTS THE NIGHT ITS HAPPENING IM DELIVERING YOU ALL THE DETAILS AND EVERYTHING I CAN THINK OF AND TYPE 

Also please feel free to ask about this! I know I got a few new followers from all my recent sander sides art and also thanks to @sugarglider9603 reblogging some art I made of their au I got the biggest flood of exposure and attention on my art ive ever had and I have so much to thank them for, for all recent exposure ive gotten the past couple days( theyre so sweet and lovely and easy to talk to sugar deserves all the love--) and its given me a huge surge of motivation and confidence to post this. And please, my inbox is always open to talk about my aus or my art! Ask questions, send requests, send headcanons or ideas, send fluff angst im open to anything and I try to do all requests sent to me(sooner or later)

Oh oh! and please id you catch any and all the little inspirations or anything let me know

And finally this au is a LAMP au with Remile and Demus on the side

Ahem ahem anyway onto the au!!!

More under the cut so I dont flood your screen too bad!

Ok so! 

This Au was originally inspired by @residentanchor‘s amazing fanfic A Lesson in Practicality and also a little bit by @prettyinaccurate‘s fanged virgil au( I’ll get more into that further down) 

So it takes place in a (currently) unnamed bigger city I based off San Francisco and Sacramento( because I live in Cali and those are the two major cities ive really visited ya know?) The boys are all in various stages of their twenties when they move into a four bedroom apartment together: Patton Foster is the oldest of the roomies at 27, then Logan Masters at 26, Roman Prince at 24, and finally Virgil Collins at 22. They move in together because it all works out for them really, the apartment is in a good distance to all their current jobs, whether by bus or even in Pat’s case in walking distance and with all four of them it was well affordable and was pretty nice. I mean hey it even came with a little communal balcony ( since theyre on third floor of the building) 

Things are understandably a little rocky at first , i mean isnt it always though?

Virgil has alot of anxiety and so he tends not to talk really at all at the beginning unless he ABSOLUTELY had to, mostly communicating in noncomittal noises and soft grumbles, and he was fresh out of collage and barely two years into his job and out on his own for the first time and he wasnt really ready for it either like christ too many people

Patton was bright bubbly and caring. This wasnt his first rodeo with roomies, I mean cmon, hes been sharing a room with his older brother Damian(deceit) on and off almost all his freakin life, nor was it his first time living on his own with strangers(hes lived in two different parts of two when he was job hopping before he settled down in his current part time job)

Roman was extroverted loud and exciteable, he too was used to sharing his living space( he had TWO siblings after all) and before he had moved into the apartment he had tried living on his own and with other roommates while he attended collage, but those just didnt work out well ( he ended up staying with his older brother Remy in his studio apartment across the city while he finished out that semester and searched for a job to keep an income.

Logan was serious minded stern toned and confident, he had a minor degree in teaching that he was slowly repursueing and had been out on his own for awhile before he had moved in. And though cold at first he soon found his group of housemates...enjoyable.

Its about a month into them living together that they learn exactly why despite slowly getting close and getting to know each other Virgil still kept a wide distance: He had entirely sharp teeth.

“ I dunno....I was born with them..theyve always been a sharp pain in my ass...” - virgil, about his teeth

Of course just having sharp teeth wasnt bad enough oh no. You see a few years back when he was about 18 he was young and dumb and made horrifically stupid and reckless decisions under peer pressure and ended up doing something that not only pointedly (haha oh god im not funny) chipped his front teeth but it fucked up his teeth pretty majorly, he went from having a normal overbite to almost having a goddamn underbite and crooked all his teeth, and the only way to fix it( because somehow miraculous for all the damage done it turned out to be mostly reversable aside from the chipping) was getting braces to realign his teeth. So he’s had pretty purple braces over his fangs since he was 18 and they werent expected to come off until he was AT LEAST 25 and he was insecure about them. ( he got mocked for them through his two and a half years of junior collage)

Once the gang finds out they are understanding and helpful and dont make a big deal about it( though virgil gains a significant amount of more vampire related nicknames from roman)

Once they get close and comfortable around each other the apartment is pretty warm and lively! 

Virgil works at the art store as an assistant manager and head stocker( a bit of a dream come true since he was an art student)

Roman works as a part time waiter at a family resturant as well as working at a nearby theater( he was of course a lovely theater major) 

Patton worked at a nearby cafe and bakery as a bit of everything! He helped wait tables, serve behind the counter, and helped in the back in the kitchen( the owners were family friends and he’d been working there almost four to five years at that point, boi knows how to do everything) 

Logan worked at a big name bookstore, and also provided tutoring sessions for highschool students on the side by commision

More FACTS~~

Family ages for the big families go as follows:

Fosters: Damian(28), Patton(27)

Prince: Remy(26), Roman(24, older twin by 10 minutes), Remus(24, younger twin)

Emile is 27 and is a licensed therapist and works as a counselor for young adults that volunteers at the nearby library to ready to children

Remy works as a coffee barista in Emile’s building

Remus does alot of odd jobs, kinda working as an independent for hire and gets a surprising steady flow of work and pay. Hes still a trash man though, but hes a successful trash man( partly thanks to Damian calling in favors with connections)

Damian works at a law firm slowly moving into the position of prosecutor

Virgil doesnt really get along with his family and at some point Emile offers to take virgil in as his adopted brother, with Damian assuring him if he wanted concrete legal papers to start changing his last name, cutting ties with his family, anything needed for it he’d see to it that they’d be providing(something our boi really appreciates)

Remy visits Emile on his breaks since hes literally just...two hallways down and vice versa

Damian and Remus live together in the next, slightly smaller city over because Damian’s work transferred him to a different office in order for him to keep moving up in the ranks so to speak. 

Hes also good at what he does.

Family nights happen whenever they can

Patton got to teach them how to cook alot of complicatied dishes from scratch, a bonding time he adores

Roman got Virgil an Espeon hoodie after they all start dating and virgil loves it and wears it alot around the house because its a thicker hoodie and warm( though he tries to ignore the big ears and the obnovious tail

Virgil also loves visiting Roman’s work on what Ro likes to refer to as “ hellish days” AKA kids day which means goofy kid friendly theme days. His favorite was probably alice in wonderland day when Roman was Tweedle Dee

Roman played J.D at the local theater and likes to hum some of the his songs to switch up the Disney

The balcony is covered in houseplants and and a corner of old blankets and pillows to sit and chill on

Once a month Logan and Patton have what is affectionately referred to as the Cat Discourse

After any particularly rough days at work Patton tends to massage Logan’s shoulders and back to make sure Lo doesnt get any really bad stress knots

in return when Logan sees Patton’s head a hard day he makes Patton’s favorite drink and pulls him into a hug and let the older man fall asleep in his arms while they watch movies

Pat and roman sense each other’s bad days and order in some cliche diner food and hole up in pattons room with Pattons computer and relax the shittiness away with comedy specials and movies 

Likewise Virgil has a knack of picking up Roman’s bad days and always grabs a couple glasses and a bottle kinda cheap wine and they end up curling up together on Romans bed marathoning Disney movies on Virgil’s laptop 

and when Virgil closes himself off more than normal Logan manages to lure him out of his room and they end up sitting out on the balcony quietly talking and stargazing

so loving and fond and soft with each other

you hurt one of them you gonna get BEAT by the others. 

Speaking of getting beat, never EVER mess with Roman or Remus in Remy’s proximity

Remy Andrew Prince can and WILL fuck you right up if you hurt his little brothers. He’s protective.

and where Remy will rearrange your face Damian will ruin you mentally and legally if you so much as mistreat a single freckle on his little brother’s face, despite knowing that Patton is fully capable of taking care of himself. 

Everyone protects Virgil, dont mess with or hurt virgil or you have the pack coming for ya throat

aaaaaaaaaaaaaand thats all I have for right now! Of course more will be added but now its almost three in the morning and I have work at 1:30pm and im sleepy finally! But I hope you guys like this! And please, feel free to talk to me about it, my inbox is always open!!

Taglist: @phantommoonpeople @sweetsweetemo @loganberrysanders

[warblerhxc]

Text || Louder Now

Who: Jeff & Hunter Where: Hunter’s dorm. What: After the dance, Hunter finally snaps.  Warnings: None. 

JeffToday at 11:24 AM

The dance was over and all through the halls, the boys were returning to their rooms. Well most of them, some were sneaking into the rooms they'd much rather be in. Jeff was one of them. He had stole glance at the boy he loved over and over again, but now he was going to get to touch him. He didn't knock this time, just stepped into the room and locked the door behind him as he took in the beauty that is his boyfriend. "Hi." A blush settling on his cheeks.

HunterToday at 11:36 AM

Things were a bit awkward between him and Jason, but not as much so as it would've been had the man not known Hunter was dating his brother. He had a good time with him - joked around, danced a bit - but by the time the night was over he was happy to head back to his dorm. He'd just finished pulling his tie off when he heard his dorm door opening up, a smile painting his lips as he heard his boyfriend's voice. "Hello to you, dear," Hunter chuckled to the other man, turning around to get a good look at the man he'd been keeping his eyes on all night.

JeffToday at 11:41 AM

Jeff licked his lips. His eyes fully skating over Hunter now. Fuck did he look good in a suit. He'd have to try and see him dressed up more. Biting his lip, he beckoned Hunter over. Too scared to leave the door otherwise he might not make it to him since his heart was beating out of his chest. "Come here." he whispered as well.

HunterToday at 11:44 AM

Tossing his tie onto his bed Hunter then made his way over to Jeff, taking hold of the lapels of the boy's blazer so he could pull him in for a kiss. He'd been wanting to do that since he laid his eyes on him at the dance, and finally being able to allowed him to finally relax. "You look breathtaking," he mumbled against the boy's lips, finding it extremely difficult to pull back again.

JeffToday at 11:46 AM

Jeff easily moved into Hunter when he was pulled close. Melting the moment he kissed him, he was a goner in his kiss. His head tilting to the side, Jeff was over joyed to be kissing him. "I've been dying to kiss you all night." he whispered back, diving back into the kiss with him. Jeff's fingers sliding through Hunter's hair a bit as his tugged the boy's lip.

HunterToday at 12:01 PM

Given the chance Hunter could do this all night, just stand here kissing his gorgeous boyfriend. Though he knew Sebastian wouldn't have tried anything with him Hunter was still a mark jealous, wishing it could've been him dancing with the man he loved. Alas fear and being partnered up with someone else for the dance stood in his way, but at least he had the boy at this time.

JeffToday at 12:03 PM

Jeff was glad to have this moment, this chance to kiss his lover tonight. Breaking the kiss as he needed air, his forehead rested to Hunter's. He smiled softly, pecking his lips still. "Kind of glad I told Sebastian I was taken, didn't say who, but I think it stopped him from flirting as much as he normally does." Pressing a soft kiss once more to Hunter's lips.

HunterToday at 12:08 PM

Hunter's brow raised to the other, a slight chuckle leaving his lips. Well, any reason to have Sebastian not as touchy towards his man was something Hunter could get behind - especially if it didn't involve him being outed. "You know he's just going to try to figure it out from this point on, right?" Hunter said with a smile, making it clear he wasn't upset with Jeff.

JeffToday at 12:10 PM

"Yeah, I know but for now, he hasn't figure it out." Jeff's fingers twirling in the short hairs on the back of Hunter's neck. "So for now, its just ours...well and Jason knows which I'm happy he does. Can we go sit on the bed?" he asked, chewing his lip softly.

HunterToday at 12:59 PM

Hunter complied with the other's wishes easily, reaching down to pull Jeff's legs up and hold the other man against his waist as he walked the two of them over to the bed. Upon sitting down he made sure to keep the other in his lap, fingers carding through the boy's blond hair. "Better?" he asked the other, a brow arched.

JeffToday at 1:01 PM

Jeff yelped and held on as he was carried. There was always something so hot about a guy that could pick him up and carry him like that. Settling on his lap, Jeff leaned into his touch and closed his eyes. "With you, everything in my life is better." Turning to kiss the boy's palm softly.

HunterToday at 1:32 PM

Hunter couldn't help but roll his eyes at the cheesy comment, though he couldn't help but feel his heart flutter a bit at it. He felt the same - everything was better with Jeff, and he hated pretending it wasn't. Hated how he had to fake to his mother that the guy he wasn't even seeing wasn't his date. "I don't want to hide anymore," he said to the other after a moment of silence, those words holding a confidence he hadn't been able to muster before.

JeffToday at 1:38 PM

Jeff was lost in the moment when he heard what Hunter had to say. "What..." His eyes filling with a new emotion. It was one he couldn't think of the words to explain but he felt it all through him. Did he really say what he said? "Then what do you want to do...are you breaking up with me?" Jeff getting up from his lap in fear.

HunterToday at 1:42 PM

Hunter quickly realized how his words might've sounded to the other, reaching his hands out to take hold of Jeff's waist and make sure he wasn't going to take off entirely before he could clarify. "No - I love you too much to do that," he stated, standing up from the bed in order to capture the other's lips in a passionate kiss that tried to convey just how much he cared for the other. "I don't want to keep that love in this room anymore. I feel like I'm suffocating."

JeffToday at 1:43 PM

Jeff tentively kissed him back. He wasn't sure until then that he meant in the way that Jeff hoped he would. Biting his own lip, Jeff nodded to him. "I dont like it either, I don't like not being able to kiss you when I want or hold your hand in the halls." Nuzzling his cheek then, he closed his eyes. "I wanted to tell Sebastian so bad."

HunterToday at 1:50 PM

"Tell him, then," Hunter said to the other, barely skipping a beat. Though he knew he'd get some teasing from Sebastian and some choice words about things Hunter said to him, he was tired. Tired of pretending to be something he wasn't - tired of ignoring the man he loved when all he wanted was to wrap his hands around his waist in the hallways.

JeffToday at 1:52 PM

"Maybe later. I have a better idea." Jeff pushed Hunter back on the bed and sat on his lap. Holding his phone up, he took a picture of them as he kissed Hunter's cheek. "What do you think I should caption it?" Jeff's simple way of asking Hunter if he could do this. If he could post a picture of them together.

HunterToday at 1:56 PM

Hunter let out a small laugh as he was pushed back, brows raising as the other seemed to be enjoying himself quite a lot after the new information. "Six months," he said to the other. Though it was a few days shy from their six month anniversary, it'd still get the point across that the pair were very, very much exclusive and Hunter was very much gay.

JeffToday at 1:58 PM

Jeff giggled, "One more." This time, he kissed Hunter on the lips and added the photo to the post. Tagging it and captioning it with 'six months', Jeff posted it then set his phone down. "Now our phones are going to blow up." he chuckled as his phone went off already.

HunterToday at 2:08 PM

The sheer number of people was enough to make Hunter tense up a bit, his comfort only extending so far. He had to calm himself down though - had to learn to be okay with everyone knowing. "Sebastian's just mad that you got to me first," he said to the other, trying to mask his nerves with humor.

JeffToday at 2:11 PM

"Pretty much and that you got to me first too." Jeff put his phone on silent then and set it aside. He knew a tense look when he saw it. Caressing his cheek, his forehead came to Hunter's. "We can still have our bubble, just no people know we have a bubble." Pressing a light kiss to his nose.

HunterToday at 2:20 PM

A bubble. Hunter was comfortable with that - to still have a place where he could be alone with Jeff away from prying eyes. That let him relax a bit again, pressing his forehead to the other's. "They're going to figure that since we're always hiding in my room that's our hiding place," he said to him, fingers running against the man's waist.

JeffToday at 2:22 PM

Jeff nodded to him. "Yes, they are. Plus you do live in a single after all." Kissing his jaw softly with a hum. He would much rather be kissing Hunter but he knew Mason would be blowing up his phone soon, so he grabbed it and started texting Mason back. "Mason called you a model"

HunterToday at 2:24 PM

Hunter's brow raised as the other went back to his phone, a smile coating his lips as he heard the comment from Jeff's friend. "Did he, now?" he chuckled to him. Though he was definitely confident in his appearance, he wasn't so sure about being model level attractive. He'd take the compliment, though.

JeffToday at 2:29 PM

"Yeah and now he wants to know if you're hung." Jeff scooting to the side a bit on his lap with smirked. He didn't say anything to Hunter as he replied, hiding his phone screen as well so he couldn't see what Jeff typed.

HunterToday at 2:32 PM

Hunter couldn't help but roll his hips up when the other made the comment, very intentionally trying to sway him towards one way of thinking. "What'd you tell him?" Hunter asked the other, his smile slowly turning into a smirk as he threw the boy a wink.

JeffToday at 2:33 PM

"I'm not telling you." Jeff getting up from his lap. He was in the mood to play and well, who could help him as he slowly made his way to the door. "Gonna have to catch me.." Jeff bolting out the door with a laugh on his lips.

HunterToday at 2:35 PM

Hunter rolled his eyes as the man bolted off, the boy getting a head start due to the surprise factor. Soon enough though Hunter was chasing after him, feet hitting the hardwood floor as he darted after him. "You're ridiculous, you know that?" he called after him, though he was definitely enjoying himself as well.

JeffToday at 2:38 PM

"Yep and you love me for it" Jeff called back. He knew they could get in trouble for this but it seemed everyone was busy so he didnt care. Turning a corner, Jeff hid there in the shadows in hopes that Hunter would run by.

HunterToday at 2:40 PM

Hunter saw the other as he turned the corner, but as he did the same he lost sight of him. He stopped a few feet off from where Jeff had hidden himself, glancing around the area. "This is cheating," he said aloud, crossing his arms over his chest.

JeffToday at 2:42 PM

Jeff bit his lip, trying not to laugh. He could hear the semi pout in his voice, which only made him want to give in. So slowly, Jeff popped up and smirked to his boyfriend. "Its not cheating but I'll be good...for now....but only if I get more kisses." Stepping in close to him.

HunterToday at 2:45 PM

Hunter turned to face his boyfriend when the man popped up, complying with the kiss he'd been asked of. While he was distracting him with his lips, however, Hunter reached down to snatch the man's phone, deciding to be the one to bolt off this time. "Meet you back in the dorm," he called out to him, that giving him plenty of time to go snooping.

JeffToday at 2:46 PM

Jeff growled at him. "You suck, Hunter Clarington...and you're going to be doing a lot of it tonight." With that, he took off after him, smiling as he did. He didn't care if Hunter read it all, this was just so much more fun then hiding ever could be.

HunterToday at 2:49 PM

Scrolling through the messages Jeff had sent to Mason he couldn't help but have a wide grin, every text going straight to his ego. Once he'd arrived back in his dorm he let himself fall back on the bed, propping himself up on an arm as he pretended as if he was still reading.

JeffToday at 2:50 PM

Jeff caught up and slowed as he entered the room. Seeing him there, Jeff shut and locked the door. "Enjoying yourself?" He remarked. "Well while you read, I'm going to shower." Winking as he stepped into the boy's bathroom and started the shower.

[vnderoos]

3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 10, 12, 21, 22, 42, 51 :)

you asked so many, aw, i feel really excited to answer these!!

also i am so sorry to everyone who has to scroll past this, because i have no clue how to do the keep reading thing on mobile.

3. what is your favorite thing to write?

i like to write one-shots the absolute most! when i write i tend to get super distracted or unmotivated after a while, so i usually stick to one-parters. sometimes if i want to write something longer, i do go a bit excessive with the word count but i kind of like that. i do love a good series, though. i have one in mind but who knows if i’ll ever get around to it.

4. fluff or angst?

fluff, definitely. i’m a sucker for cheesy, sweet, romantic, goofball fics, they just warm my little heart.

5. how would you describe your style?

if i had to choose one word, i think it would be descriptive? i’m more detail-oriented than anything so i try to focus on the look of things, the feelings, the gestures, just the whole aesthetic of it. i feel like i can write stronger descriptions than dialogue.

7. do you listen to music to help you write?

it depends! i have my go-to playlist. it’s mostly instrumental because when it’s words, i tend to focus on the singing instead of my writing, but it’s just a bit of background noise to help me set the tone. if i’m really concentrating though, i can’t listen to music because it throws off my rhythm.

8. what’s the biggest “challenge” for you as a writer?

i think the biggest challenge for me is moving the plot along without having to cram in a bunch of boring, filler scenes. like i said earlier, i really like to go all out for detail, so setting the scenery is fine, but advancing the plotline and getting the story where i need it to go is difficult for me. i also find it hard to write scenes with more than two characters, but i’m working on that!

10. can you give us a sneak peek on your current wip?

yes, but i won’t give you ANY context!

“y/n moved away from peter, but once she found a cozy home for their present, she retreated back to his side. he accepted her return graciously, his hand finding its place on the small of her back once more, and they started towards the usher. "for some reason, i’ve got a feeling that tonight's gonna end badly," he voiced.

“it looks like it’s too late to back out now,” she pointed out, taking in the sight of all the neatly-placed chairs and the rolled-out aisle. there was a giant, wooden pergola stretched over the seating area, with thousands of fairy lights spiraled around the rafters, and plenty of people were already seated, all catching up with each other or taking about the couple-to-be no doubt. “but if we’re gonna crash and burn, we might as well stay for cake,” she continued.”

12. what’s your favorite thing that you ever wrote?

if we’re talking imagines, i’d have to say either 2:00 am (peter parker) or fight club (isaac lahey).

they are wildly different stories but i love them.

21. what’s your favorite au trope?

i love this question, dear god. it’s a tie between two. i really love the college!au where one of the main characters is a sports player. it just reminds me of she’s the man or the cinderella story with hillary duff and i adore that. i also really love the neighbor!au where the characters live in neighboring apartments and they have sweet little interactions, i’m getting all mushy just thinking of them. these are borderline cliché but i love them all the same haha

22. a fanfiction cliché you can’t help but love?

enemies to lovers, oh my GOD. that is my all time favorite cliché, it’s just so timeless. you really can’t go wrong. or the fake-dating. or when they go someplace and there’s only one bed.

has anyone else seen that meme with the boy playing careless whisper on the saxophone and the caption is something like “when you’re reading a fanfic and the characters get to a hotel, but there’s only one room left and it only has one bed”? absolutely kills me.

42. what is your weakness as a writer?

i want to put in too much detail. i want to paint the picture so clearly that a lot of times i can make things confusing or not leave anything up to the imagination and it defeats the purpose. i also am not the best with dialogue, because i’m not good with conversations in general, so it translates into my writing. i think that’s part of the reason why i try to be so descriptive, is because i’m trying to compensate in a way.

51. least favorite trope?

i think my least favorite trope would have to be when character a only realizes that they love character b when b’s not in their life anymore. i still love this trope, of course, because i love all the tropes, but this one isn’t on the top of my list for sure.

thank you so much for asking all of these, anon, i enjoyed this!! i’m very happy someone actually sent stuff. :)

[ibroughtthisonmyselfpixels]

SoS 22 Replies

First of all, that post I just reblogged before this? That’s what our Discord chat looked like this past long weekend. There was a LOT of talk about SoS 22, which I am so so so so pleased about, and I’ll embed some of the best parts into this replies post as we go. So, without further ado:

@tiny-tany-thaanos​ replied to your photo “An extended cantata on a sacred subject.”

Oh

My

God

Three emphatic words of terror! An excellent start

@harmoniouspixels replied to the same:

/Oh shit/

I KNOW! I’m so pleased with how the shot came out, I was trying to replicate the other title ca-- oh, you mean oh shit they’re tied to chairs

@toxoplasmajuice replied to the same:

exsqueeze me?

Well, we all know it’s not exactly an ex squeezing them now,

@autistichatkid replied to the same: 

....... ah

Lissa said on Discord in reference to “Lethe: “I’m SO glad you’re awake. We’ve only got a little of tonight...”

Lethe: Hey, you. You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there 

autistichatkid said in reference to the same or thereabouts:

lethe: who wants to play a game

Show of hands, who wants The Jigsaw Killer vs The Dragonborn

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “Lyra: “Now, what’s this game you’re talking about?” Lethe: *back to...”

Lethe you /motherfucker/

autistichatkid said in reference to “Lethe: “Two more people die tonight - but who isn’t up to me anymore....”

whoa im WHAT lethe you cant DO THAT lethe u cant make them choose,,,,, lethe stop murder maybe

Like I said, this Sadistic Choice is one I’ve relished putting into partial play since the beginning so I’m glad it had the Desired Audience Effect. and the desired In Universe effect too, of course

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “Lyra: “Let me.” Lorelei: “–w-what?” Lethe: “What?” Lyra: *slightly...”

😬

That sure is the face Lyra is making

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “Lorelei: *comprehension dawning* “…want you to go…” *leans back in her...”

👀

That sure is the face Lorelei is mak--*bricked*

@bountifulberries replied to the same: 

ooooooh shit

toxoplasmajuice replied to the same: 

oh SHIIIIIIIIT

Mesh the two together and you get “ooooooh SHIIIIIIIIT”, and that sounds like a barbershop quartet rendition

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “Lyra: “I can’t lose Felicity either!!” Felicity: 60.73 Percy: 46.23”

Holy shit Feli!! (Also I'm still ?? if it's her so I can't really react one way or the other rn so I'm just :eyes:)

Feli won!! If she hadn’t had so much murderous baggage attached to that victory, it would be incredible. ...as it is, it’s still incredible, just with extra murderous baggage

Also, this is your second victory, right? After that - one project? 

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “Lethe: “…” Lorelei: *hand outstretched, waiting for another sound*...”

I'm??? Feeling things here??? (God if it really does end up being Feli my heart's gonna b r e a k)

💔

@melien​ replied to the same:

As usual I'm in awe because of your writing

??!!?! I’m so pleased!!

autistichatkid said in reference to the same:

okay so im leaning toward lethe being percy still but its gonna be Weird if lyra is like "yeah uhhhhh kill feli" and. lethe Is feli. i dont think it's feli but honestly idk i also dont think lyra is coming to a "decision", just killing time, but yknow weird hypotheticals

Me, literally, to Jack, when you said that hours after the fact: 😬

Jack: If this is about Kasper's current reactions I'm just like "Oh honey, you've got a big storm coming" 

autistichatkid said in reference to “Lyra: “…Okay. Okay. I - ” *sighs, part in dread and part from...”

THEY FREE

They’re not the only ones getting free tonight........

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “Lyra: *louder, to be heard over the crying* “Lethe? Something happen...”

*Vibrating with suspense*

NOW YOU KNOW HOW I FELT SETTING THIS ALL UP 

@simstrations replied to the same:

Cliffhanger?!

Fortunately it’s only a very shallow cliff... with a pretty deep pit at the bottom, so win/win

bountifulberries replied to your photoset “Lyra: “Felicity.”

nooooooooooooooooooooooooo

harmoniouspixels replied to the same:

FUCK

toxoplasmajuice replied to the same:

OH FUCK

autistichatkid said in reference to the same:

OH FUCK ME IT'S FELI

I AM STILL SO SORRY IT HAD TO COME TO THIS

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “Felicity: *sobbing too hard to even speak* ”

FUCK I CALLED THIS

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to the same:

Jeez, I guessed it right

simstrations replied to the same:

I thought so. This is good

Well, it was her or Percy at this point. Not like y’all had a lot of options :P

melien replied to the same:

This is sooooo intense

Interesting thing about Lethe compared to my other murderers, as you may or may not have picked up on: the murders are a lot simpler in scope. No convoluted set-ups with electromagnetic bombs, no risin poisoning or hypnosis - not even a Wounded Gazelle Gambit. They’re all just things that anybody, with a disability of any stripe or without, can do - partly to make things less painful for the victims, partly to make it easier for Feli to believe she was being kind, partly so that it looks like anyone could’ve done it

...wait, did I already explain this? I’m flying home today and it’s kind of been long so forgive me if I’m repeating myself

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “Lyra: *voice breaking as she stumbles over* “Feli- you’ve been - it’s...”

😭😭😭

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “Felicity: “W- why’d you come in here? Yo- I - I was being Lethe. Had...”

😭

Jack is NOT even exaggerating here. Per Discord: “Y’all I’m starting to get tipsy and I’m Big Sad as this is sinking in [...] I had the first MMBC where the murderer won and now my contestant is the murderer who won. This is incredibly fitting tbh. Still gonna have a billion crying emojis on the posts tho”

Let’s put that to the test, in fact. Crying count: 4

toxoplasmajuice replied to your photoset “Felicity: “Hey! How-” “Felicity! Thank god, you’re awake. I’ve–”...”

hmmmmmmmmmm

harmoniouspixels replied to the same:

🤔👀

Did y’all doubt Elias

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “Elias: “You, you’ve got to send someone up! I don’t even know if it’s...”

OH HELL NO

toxoplasmajuice replied to the same:

HMMMMMMMMMMMM

Y’ALL BETTER NOT HAVE DOUBTED ELIAS

toxoplasmajuice replied to your photoset “Elias: “O-ow–!” Felicity: “Who-?!” Cathy Baines: “Don’t push your...”

CATHERINE MOTHERFUCKIGN BAINES

harmoniouspixels replied to the same:

OH MY FUCJING GOD CATHH FUCKING BAINES

HEAD CHEERLEADER

HOMECOMING QUEEN

PART TIME MOTHERFUCKING MODEL

autistichatkid said in reference to the same: 

oh hi cathy

Lisa, Lisa, you’re tearing me apAAAart!

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “Cathy: “Felicity! Hi! So great to finally chat to you in person! I’ve...”

Holy fucking shit

yeah that about sums it up

Jack in Discord: I can only imagine reading this sober bc reading this tipsy is a trip

Clover: im sober but losing my mind so whats the difference

I’m teetotal and I was freaking out all days so here’s my stance on that

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “Cathy: “You see… how do I put this delicately…? Oh! Have you ever...”

Oh my /god/. Oh my /*god*/

(Also may this just be the essence of Cathy, you are absolutely nailing her character here and I am Living for it)

I’ve already thanked you for thinking so, but thank you again for thinking so!! 

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “Cathy: “Anywayyy, I didn’t just call to let you know how things’re...”

Oh Cathy you conniving little despair being you

Well done, Cathybot, have a biscuit

Jack: Also I reread a bit and her saying Riverview isn't a swing state? Classic Cathy right there

Fun fact: took me a while when writing to remember what a swing state was called. I think I initially wanted to call it a ‘stem state’ or some shit like that?

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “Felicity: “…s-so… so - if I do this… if I… you’ll let Elias go?” ...”

😭😭😭

Crying count: 7

Jack: Catch me get emotional rn like I’m trying not to cry like poor Feli and fucking Cathy being That Despair Btich

Doesn’t seem to me like you’re trying very hard /TEASING

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “Felicity: “Y… you are, Elias. You are. You’re my brother, you’re -...”

💔💔

I only wish my brother and I had that kinda relationship

autistichatkid said in reference to “Felicity: “I t- I tried - I tried to pr- protect you as much as I...”

oh god....... oh god

I didn’t even ‘learn’ that Chadrick used his teeth until the actual writing process; I was operating under the assumption he’d used a knife too. Fuck you for giving me the worst ideas at the best times, Brain

oh jesus the first time i read thru that i read "im sorry for LIVING" instead of "im sorry for lying" and i. didnt even question it. jesus fuck

D:

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “Felicity: “–y- h- huh?” *realizes the hand in hers, looks up* “W…...”

😢

W......

Crying count: 8 (single tears count)

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “Felicity, stumbling to her feet: “W- we are? You’re… really–?”...”

Lyra is? So good? I love her so much. And Feli (and Lor and her side)

THEY ARE ALL SO GOOD THOUGH. HOW DID I MAKE THESE

toxoplasmajuice replied to your photoset “Lorelei: “A- any luck?” Lyra: *through the door* “Yeah, there’s one...”

eden lee: you're all talking at once! / lorelei, lavandar, percy: *all talk at once again*

See, the difference is that that time they were all saying the same thing, which makes them much easier to be understood, and furthermore,

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “Lorelei: “Lavandar!!” *grabs her hand* “We gotta go!”  Lavandar:...”

!!!!

autistichatkid replied to the same:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

EVERYBODY IS SCREAMING

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “Lavandar: “B-but what go- good will I-” Lyra, from inside the car: “A...”

😢

Crying count: 9

melien replied to the same:

It's heartbreaking and I want to give them a big hug but I had a feeling it would happen

I’M NOT GOING TO LIE THOUGH MELIEN IT WAS A VERY CLOSE CALL WITHIN THE LAST  CHANCE ROOM FOR A SEC THERE. Eden Lee went first and their two Rant About Dark Rooms in a row bumped them up by six points per, and Lavandar did less interactions in the same amount of time but fortunately she was just ahead enough at the start of the day that a well placed Discuss SLR Cameras was enough to get her ahead, and I would’ve been happy whichever one of the two won but 

but come on having the one Lorelei confided her Melody backstory to win was A GREAT BONUS

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “Lyra: “-so that’s about the size of that.” Lavandar: “G- god… fuck, no...”

1) I’m feeling the suspense of this 2) The driver is a mood

I’ve been getting a lot of Lyfts over the course of this holiday, and in fact I was up here when they had that strike - I feel worse for Lyft and Uber drivers now than I ever have before, and I already felt pretty bad

toxoplasmajuice replied to your photoset “Cathy: “–it over to Safehouse F!  “…no, I don’t care how, break it in...”

give her HELL lyra

harmoniouspixels replied to the same:

KICK 👏🏼 HER 👏🏼 ASS 👏🏼

Lyra: *kangaroo kicks down Cathy Baines with her leg, falls flat on her ass* CALLBACK HOLY FUCK

toxoplasmajuice replied to your photoset “Cathy: “I’ll be damned. Melody Buonarroti, back at last…” Lorelei: “C-...”

FUCK

harmoniouspixels replied to the same:

Oh shit!!

Bollocks! 

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “Lyra: “Enough!! Leave everyone else out of this!! If you’re gonna fuck...”

Cathy what does that mean...

Cathy: you heard what I said little boy

toxoplasmajuice replied to your photoset “Cathy: “Are you so atrociously naive that you think it’s possible to...”

hey "cathy" go *be a good girl* and spontaneously combust please :)

Would that I could make her, Clover, would that I could make her

harmoniouspixels replied to the same:

😬

Teeth Grits

Jack in Discord: Again, you nailed her characterization. It perfectly illustrated how Junko influenced my writing on her and I was living for it It was a tone shift, but like I said, perfectly in-character and I loved

:D

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “*crunch* Lorelei: *gasp* Lavandar: “Oh god-!!”

😨

toxoplasmajuice replied to the same:

SHIT

autistichatkid replied to the same:

😬😰

Lyra picked a fight with the wrong arch enemy

@tosimornottosim replied to your photoset “Cathy: “…fine.” *Lyra drops to the ground, wheezing, taking in as...”

go eat cottage cheese and saltines in the dark, you triscuit looking bitch

I should note that Vidcund was coming back from Greece for much of this rigmarole. It’s, perhaps, very telling that her first and only “on-site” reply to this was the kind of threat that an angry Zeus would make.

autistichatkid replied to your photoset “Lyra: “…alive.” Felicity: *burying her head in Elias’s shoulder,...”

😭

toxoplasmajuice replied to the same:

1. 😭😭😭 2. my poses!

harmoniouspixels replied to the same:

😭😭

Other people’s crying counts too! Crying count: 15

autistichatkid replied to your photoset “Lyra: “Hey, Lor, new plan. Can you guys go on without me for a bit?” ...”

flower, gleam, and gl

Lavandar is Rapunzel under UV Light

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “Lyra: “…Feli?” Felicity: *covers face to hide a fresh wave of tears,...”

💔

I mean Felicity’s concern isn’t? Invalid?

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “Felicity: “You… you didn’t have to do a- any of this. Not for me....”

Fuck 😭

Crying count: 16

toxoplasmajuice replied to your photoset “Lyra: “C’mere.”  Felicity: *stiffens at her touch* “Lyra-?” ...”

theres somethign in my eye

harmoniouspixels replied to the same:

Oh fuck 💔😭

Hm. Do I count things being in Clover’s eye? ... eh, let’s do it. Crying count: 18

(I keep count, but I can’t talk - while writing this part I was fucking bawling)

Clover: im going to die because of this

Jack: Also Catch Troye Francis in the club obstructing Justice (But again, Cathy)  I know I say that but Dub I’m living for this finale. It’s so good

Honestly if Troye HAD obstructed Justice and they had won the Francis MMBC a whole lot of shit might not have gone down and it’d be a worse universe

autistichatkid reblogged your photoset and tagged:

#YES BABY YOU ARE!!! YOU ARE IM AAAAAAAAA

autistichatkid reblogged your photoset and tagged:

#😭😭😭😭❤❤❤ 

harmoniouspixels replied to your photoset “Lavandar: “Lorelei, I’m home!! I’m home, y- you’re home, we’re -...”

❤️😭

autistichatkid reblogged the same and added:

THEY’RE HOME 😭❤😭

Crying count: 25

melien replied to the same:

This is freaking cute ;_;

melien replied to your photoset “Lyra: “Hey, lovebirds, heh - Eden Lee’s still here.” Lavandar:...”

❤

Thanks for being so understanding about this, melien 

autistichatkid replied to your photoset “Lavandar: “Oooh, l- look at that one! It’s all sparkly, like your...”

😭

Crying count: 26. BRB building an ark

bountifulberries replied to your photoset “Lyra, as sirens rise in the distance: “You… sure did.” – End of...”

!!!!!!!!!!!!

harmoniouspixels replied to the same:

Oh shit 👀

toxoplasmajuice replied to the same:

AAAAAAAAAAA

SO MANY GHOSTS WENT UPSTAIRS FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER THAT NIGHT

melien-simspiration (so basically melien) reblogged your photoset and tagged:

#yay birthmarks! #they look great and I love the naming choice

Thank!!! 

harmoniouspixels replied to your post “Murderers, Expectations, and the Unintended Benefits”

I’ve just finished reading this and?? Holy shit??? I’m so impressed with all that you put into this and the fact you were able to guide me into doing things (releasing Elias, asking about Veronica’s exes), without me being suspicious at all. Granted Elias was asked via a disguised anon, but the exes question (at least back then) I didn’t bat an eye at, and just figured it would be a good point of Veronica’s backstory. I’m just still so shook, and you deserve all the praise for this!

Part of me still feels like I don’t, but I’m trying to shut it up because?? AAA??? All this reception???!!!

Jack: Also if I’m remembering the post right, I do agree with Cathy’s death in Baines being... lackluster, unfitting for one of her caliber. I think it was part to do with my mental state at the time and wanting to leave simblr, so squashing a loose end like that felt right at the time. However, as I re-evaluated my stance and stuck around, that decision still haunts me, and I so desperately wish she was still alive on the surface for me to do stuff with. (Especially given my political interests and my quasi-real world events interlaced with the MMBC-verse, I would’ve had a field day writing for Cathy had she lived and won the congressional seat she was running for)

However, the continued existence of her robots have given me some... ideas, to say the least >:)

I have already evil grinned back at you, but here’s one more for the road: >:)

autistichatkid said of the same: 

finale / analysis thoughts: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA im. i loved that so fucking much oh my god

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA