#soz guys i got a little carried away

[s4ndg3m]

hear me out on scag x split guys. they both start with "s" it's practically canon.

[workinatdapyramid]

august 𐐪𐑂

steven conklin x fem!fisher!reader

WARNINGS: fighting, cursing, underage drinking, shayla isn’t in this soz, angsty teens lol, mentions from scenes in the books!, reader doesn’t like taylor, book taylor personality ( show taylor >>>> )

SUMMARY: it wasn’t belly that found out about taylor and steven, it was his best friends little sister

m’s blah blah blahhhhh: we need some more steven appreciation on here… GIVE MY SWEET BOY SOME RECOGNITION!!!

take a peak ;)

this is kind of long… i kinda got carried away LOLZ SORRT NOT SORRY

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“twenty bucks she calls you jeremy again.” belly chuckles.

you, belly, and your older brother stood at the curb waiting for bellys best friend taylor at the bus stop. today was bellys 16th birthday which meant hurricane taylor visiting for the day.

you weren’t exactly fond of her ever since the summer she came to visit when you guys were 14. yes, you had to play nice with her for belly but stringing along your older brother jeremiah wasn’t exactly a good start to a friendship.

you chuckled beside the newly 16 year old as jere teasingly pushed her into you from his place beside her.

“i don’t.. i think she learned from last time.” he argued. “you think?” you teased, making a mental note that jere will infact be handing over that $20 before the end of the night.

“that’s how she flirts with you” belly mocked facing you as you both made smooching noises.

the bus pulled up infront of you guys, the brakes making a loud hissing noise.

“here she comes.” you say rolling your eyes as the short girl barely fits through the bus doors with the pile of balloons tied to her wrists.

the long time best friends squeal and hug reuniting for the first time since summer began causing you to roll your eyes even more.

jere turns toward you mouthing be nice

“belly you tart! you finally took my advice this outfit is snatched,” taylor spun the brunette in a circle admiring her dress. “isn’t belly looking like a snack?” she asked jeremiah a hint of something mischievous in her eyes.

“always.” the curly headed blonde smiled. he reached for taylor’s bag being the kind boy your mother raised him to be. taylor smirks batting her eyelashes up at the tall boy.

“thank you. you’re such a gentleman, jeremy.” she giggles.

you stood off to the side watching the interaction laughing to yourself knowing your brothers going to be $20 short when we get home.

“hey taylor long time no see.” you smiled offering the girl a polite side hug.

“omg y/n i didn’t even see you there, when did you get hot?” she questioned looking you up and down.

gosh this was going to be a long day.

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you sat beside taylor, jeremiah and belly across from you. a banana float melting in the middle of the table as belly opened her gift from her best friend. a pink bikini. jeremiah teased her about but you knew deep down he can’t wait to see her in it.

taylor takes a bite of the frozen treat as she said, “okay, so, whats the plan for tonight? where’s the party?”

“well, susannah always plans a big lobster dinner.” belly smiles as she puts the bathing suit back in the bag.

you and jere smiling towards each-other, being big fans of the birthday dinner tradition.

“boring. no.” taylor whines causing the three of you to look towards her with furrowed brows. “it’s your 16th birthday. we have to go out” the red head continued.

“no, no, no. these dinners are really, really fun.” belly tried to reason with her stubborn friend.

“yeah, and my mom had the idea to make it midsommar themed, so she got flower crowns especially made for us and everything.” you added taylor quickly glances at you then turns back towards her best friend.

“don’t you think you should be spending your birthday with people your own age?” taylor says taking another spoonful into her mouth.

“i am. you’re here.” belly said clearly annoyed by her bossyness.

“hello? am i invisible?” jeremiah cuts in trying to defuse the tension. he was really good at that. “and i guess steven.” taylor smirks. you shift uncomfortably hoping no one notcied. your brother obviously did scoffing at taylor’s remark.

you look towards belly, her already looking back. everyone in the house knows about your crush on steven the same way they knew about belly with conrad. ever since you were younger the boy was your prince charming. always being there in to cheer you up or piss you off but hey, that’s steven.

“and cams coming, too.” belly quickly changes the subject. you sigh silently thanking her.

“yay, i’m so excited to meet the guy who finally got you to take your eyes off of you-know-who.” taylor jokes.

as quickly as belly was to change the subject she quickly regretted it.

“taylor.” belly warned glancing towards jeremiah.

you coughed.

way to go taylor.

queen of making people feel uncomfortable..

“i have an idea. we can go to nicole’s big blowout at her place tonight. maybe go after dinner?” jere once again defusing the tension

you watched as taylor started at belly

“um yes!” taylor squealed in a matter of fact voice.

“woah, only if bells wants to go? it’s her birthday after all. we gotta do what whatever she wants. boring dinner or not.” you tell taylor not missing the look she gave you. you felt jeremiah lightly kick your leg under the table. you looked towards him. giving him a ‘what?’ expression.

you know how taylor can make belly feel like a side character most of the time and you’ll be dammed if you let taylor do that on her birthday.

belly smiles toward you silently thanking you for having her back.

“who’s nicole?” taylor asked jeremiah turning her harsh glance away from you.

belly smiles excited to fill in her best friend with the plans she’s made over here in cousins.

“she’s my big sister for the deb ball. she’s super nice and just really cool and fun and-

“ugh, i’m, like melting right now. can we go back to the house? i want to change into my bikini and jump in the pool.” taylor interupts belly looking at jere as she finished her sentence.

you roll your eyes standing up from the table as jeremiah says sure

taylor skips toward the car

jeremiah walking next to her as she called shot gun.

“come on bells.” you say putting your arm around her shoulders offering her a sympathetic smile.

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back at the house you, belly, jeremiah, steven, and taylor were in the pool. belly and taylor on one side jeremiah and steven on the other side.

you swam towards the two boys who were hanging off the edge of the pool deck.

“oh hey y/n/n you spying on us?” jeremiah teased. you rolled you eyes splashing him with the cold water. you hated when he called you that. stupid nickname that only reminded you of being a kid.

“stop calling me that i’m not five anymore.” you stuck your tongue out at him, he playfully did it back.

“yeah man cmon y/n’s all grown now. she’s not my little y/n/n anymore.” steven jokingly puts his hand over his heart in agony.

you dunk his head under the water in return, trying to hide your blush from him. it was moments like these where you had hope for something more. where you didn’t just feel like his best friends little sister anymore.

steven quickly comes up from the water his dark wet hair covering his eyes.

“oh yeah?” he challenged lifting you up and dunking you under the water.

you resurface hearing jeremiah and him share a laugh and a high five.

“oh screw you steve-o” you yelled splashing the boy who had your heart.

“any time any place.” he smirked.

gosh that smirk

jeremiah fake gags as your cheeks stained a pretty pink. steven always knew how to give you butterflies.

“we know you’re gossiping about us over there.” you hear taylor say causing stevens glance to change towards her.

as quickly as he gave you butterflies they were fast to be replaced with a pit in your stomach. you shift your gaze down as the two go back in forth with playful banter.

“let’s play chicken! i call steven!” taylor yelled.

you quickly moved towards the pool stairs to hide your frown from the others.

“i’m gonna go see if mom needs any help with dinner.” your voice barely above a whisper. the cool breeze causing you to shiver as you climb out of the pool

“you sure y/n/n?” jeremiah asks you, clearly noticing your mood change.

“yeah it’s fine there was an uneven amount anyways.” you grab your towel and head for the house not turning back

jeremiah turns towards belly, both teens sharing a knowing look.

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you sat on the couch of your second home sulking in your wet towel. mentally cursing at yourself for letting her get to you. you should be out there having fun. it’s bellys birthday for crying out loud.

your thoughts were soon cut short as connie, your oldest brother walks into the living room.

“hey dimples,” he says standing behind your seat on the couch, “why aren’t you out there with the others?” he asks ruffling his calloused hand through your wet hair.

you softly smile at the nickname. connie called you that ever since you guys were younger. oh how you missed your sweet brother

“taylors here.” you mutter pushing his hand away. he chuckles plopping himself down on the couch next to you. “aw, you mean your best friend?” he teases. “yeah fuck you” you shove him lightly chuckling.

“you can’t let her get to you kid. that’s just how she is” he sighs.

“yeah the same girl that hates you because you didn’t like her that summer she was like 14? that’s just how she is.” you roll your eyes doing finger quotes at the last part. connie laughs.

“why don’t you just tell steven how you feel already so you can stop sulking around all summer?” he asks.

you quickly sit up turning towards him with wide eyes. “you’re one to talk mr dark and mysterious. i don’t see you confessing your undying love for belly!” you challenge him reaching over smacking him with a throw pillow.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about… shut up.” he whispers.

you laugh shifting closer to your brother you lay your head on his shoulder. “besides he only see me as a kid anyways. i’ll always be just conrad and jeremiah’s little sister to him.” you sigh closing your eyes.

you stay like that for a while. just enjoying eachothers company. ever since april conrad’s been distant towards everyone so you miss having moments like these with your brother.

“aw my sweet angels.” you hear your mom squeal as she walked into the kitchen.

“hi mom hi laur.” you smile getting up from the couch and greeting your favorite women with a hug.

“do you need help with those?” conrad points to the brown bag full of corn on the counter.

“yes actually, we were supposed to keep dinner light but you know your mom.” laurel playfully side eyes her best friend.

“what?! it’s bellys 16th birthday.” she smiles. “and she’ll love it mom.” you smile back.

“wanna shuck these for us since your not busy?” susannah asked you and conrad pointing towards the corn.

“omg do you hear that? yeah i think bellys calling me. i gotta go hang with taylor and the birthday girl sorry love you bye!” you quickly run back outside.

“i’ll do it mom.” conrad rolls his eyes grabbing the bag.

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once outside you see steven sitting on the porch and jere climbing out of the pool. taylor and belly were probably off walking along the shore down by the beach.

jeremiah notices you and takes his leave inside claiming his need for a shower leaving you and steven outside.

“are you alright?” steven asks straining his neck to look at you standing behind him. "you kind of left in a hurry before."

you walk over sitting next to him on the porch steps.

“i’m fine conklin.” you laugh shifting your arms around your stomach. you tried so hard not to seem nervous around him but he could read you like a book.

steven chuckled looking away from you back towards the ocean. “okay.” he laughs. “but you could talk to me about anything. i’m serious i’ll always be here for you y/n/n.” he says more seriously this time.

you turn to him to see he was already looking at you. you search for something to say, anything, but you couldn't so you settle for a comforting smile. your breathe starts to quicken as you realize how close you guys were. steven noticed it too. his chest moving up and down at a fast pace.

“i just sometimes wish things were different.” you whispered half hoping he didn’t hear you but you knew he did.

“how so?” he whispered back. his gaze locked on your eyes intense.

for a moment you could’ve sworn his eyes flicked to your lips then back up to your eyes but theres no way.. right?

steven wouldn’t kiss you.. would he? no.

he just sees you as his best friends little sister. nothing more…

you're internally screaming as he slowly leans in

your eyes flutter shut waiting to feel his soft lips against yours

this is it.

finally

this is what you’ve wanted your whole life.

“oh hey y/n” you hear taylor yell as her and belly walk back up to the house.

steven quickly jumps up not saying a word as he rushed into the house.

you wanted to die.

just shrivel up and die.

you blink rappidly getting rid of the tears forming in your eyes and smile up towards the two girls.

“i’m starving! let’s go wash up before dinner.” belly smiles pulling you up from the steps and walking into the house.

it’s just one day it’s just one day it’s just one day

you kept reminding yourself as you trailed behind the hurricane pouring on your love life

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the table was littered with plates filled with delicious food. there was vases of flowers in the middle that matched with the flower crowns on belly, taylor, and your heads. the dinning room was filled with chatter and giggles from everyone getting along.

susannah and laurel sat on opposite ends of the table refilling the hungry teenagers plates. taylor, belly, you, and cam on one side and jere, conrad, and steven on the other.

“thank you so much for having me susannah! my moms says hi.” cam, bellys boyfriend smiled holding his fork up to show his thanks for the food.

you laugh along with the others as the moms interrogate bellys first boyfriend. cam cameron was the nickname everyone called him. you liked him. it’s like he fit right in with the rest of you guys. you were so happy for belly.

“why don’t you eat meat, cam cameron?” jeremiah asked the shy boy. he tries his best to seem intimidating but ultimately cracks his signature smile. classic jere.

“i like animals.” he answered simply. not bothered by all the questions thrown his way.

you adjust the flower crown on your head accidentally making eye contact with steven. you guys haven’t spoke since almost kissing on the stairs. you intend to keep it that way not wanting to have that talk.. the 'you're my best friends little sister we can't do this' talk.

you quickly look away feeling the pit in your stomach return.

“just don’t come for my leather jacket.” taylor chuckles from the other side of the table. you genuinely laughed. she was kinda funny sometimes.

your laugh quickly disappeared once you heard steven teasing her. he just always had an answer when it came to taylor didn’t he.

you finish the rest of your lobster with a sigh patting your well fed stomach.

“that was really good mom.” you said. causing sighs in agreement around the table.

“i agree! thank you too y/n. kinda glad you went inside to help cook after all.” steven said looking at you. the first thing he said to you since what happened on the porch. you look at him with a blank expression.

jeremiah changes the subject going right back to interrogating cam cameron about eating meat which ended in him quickly pecking bellys lips.

you laugh but quickly glance towards conrad who was already looking back down at his plate.

steven and jeremiah both pretend to retch. “i’m sorry i just don’t understand why anybody would want to kiss somebody who once fully shat in the bathtub.” classic steven says embarrassing his little sister.

“i was like two years old!” belly argues

“two? more like six!” jeremiah and steven yelled at the same time. the two immature boys erupt in laughter.

you playfully roll you eyes at the two while belly yells at her brother to shut up.

“i remember when i visited last summer, and you and you dared him to pee in the fireplace, and you stink up the entire house for days. do you remember that?” taylor points towards your brothers and steven. you all laughed reliving all the memories this house held.

“you know i’m thinking.. maybe we should go to nicole’s party.” belly turns toward taylor and you smiling.

“yes!” you and taylor said at the same time.

boy did you need alcohol in your system after the day you had.

after a few more jokes and steven and bells bickering everyone decided to get ready for the party.

you were touching up your makeup in your bedroom when you heard a knock at your door.

“its open” you said not looking towards the door as you reapplied your mascara.

“hey little fisher” you heard steven say as he closed the door. you almost dropped the mascara wand. you turned around facing him uttering a small hey.

“i know we are about to leave for the party but do you think when we get back home we could talk about what happened on the porch?” you could tell he was nervous. he didn’t meet your gaze at all and he was fidgeting.

“but nothing happened on the porch” you felt a pang in your chest.

he sighed, “i know but that’s the thing..” he said stepping closer to you. “i wanted something to happen.” he finished.

you swallowed. “oh” was all you could say.

you guys stood there for a while. silence filled the room.

“i also wanted it to happen. so yes, we can talk about it when we get home” you smile. you can’t believe this is happening right now.

“okay.” he smiled

“okay.” you said as he turned around to leave your room looking back at you one last time.

once you were sure he walked away from the door you jumped up and down looking at yourself in the mirror.

“fuck yeah y/n fuck yeah.” you whispered to yourself smiling ear to ear.

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gotta give it to jere he always knew how to make a scene. you and belly sat on the couch hysterical watching cam cameron and jeremiah singing horrendously along to summer loving.

maybe coming to the party was a good idea after all. “i can’t stand to watch this any longer i’m gonna go find a bathroom.” you laughed getting up from the couch.

you squeezed through all the drunken bodies dancing together on the makeshift dance floor in the living room. you found nicole standing by the drink table.

“oh hey y/n” she greets you with a tight hug. “are you having fun?” she asks taking a sip from whatever was in her cup.

“actually i really am. you sure know how to throw a banger.” you said cringing at yourself. god why are you so awkward.

nicole just smiled

“hey um where’s the bathroom?” you asked actually needing to pee after all.

“the one downstairs has a line it hasn’t moved in ages so just go upstairs! it’s right to your left!” she said.

you thanked her as you made your way towards the stairs. jeremiah, belly, and cam standing near by.

“hey have you seen taylor?” belly asked you. you shook your head no. “i'll help you find her after i use the bathroom?” you ask. she thanked you.

the music faded as you walked up the stairs of nicole’s house. yeah the beach house was big but nothing compared to this. if you didn’t ask nicole where to go you definitely would’ve gotten lost.

you opened the door on the left but it was preoccupied by a couple hooking up. you quickly muttered sorry as you closed the door shaking your head to forget the sight.

you kept looking for an open room hoping to find one with a bathroom in it.

gosh how you hated horny drunk teenagers.

you opened the last door praying to all the gods it was free and had a bathroom. you were about to piss your pants.

you opened the door and all of a sudden the urge to pee was gone.

there in the room was taylor propped on the dresser making out with steven.

your steven.

he was standing between her legs. his hands on her waist as they made out.

your mouth was dry

you couldn’t process the scene in front of you.

you wanted to crumble to the ground and cry.

“conklin?” your voice cracked as steven whipped his head around to see you standing at the door.

taylor quickly hopped off the dresser pulling her dress down.

“oh, my god- shit” steven said as you turned around and made a beeline for the stairs.

“y/n wait!” he yelled as he ran after you.

you made it to the bottom of the stairs causing a few people to look at you running away from the brunette boy.

“y/n/n? what happened?” jeremiah was the first to notice you. you wiped the fallen tears from your cheeks as belly and cam also noticed you.

by then steven caught up to you. you went to run out of the house but was quickly stopped by him gradding your wrist.

“y/n just stop let me explain-

“explain what steven?” you yelled.

if no one noticed before they definitely noticed now.

the chattering around the house quickly stopped as you yelled at steven.

“y/n please. i’m sorry it just happened.” steven tried to plead with you. regret written all over his face.

you looked at him in disbelief.

“go to hell.” your yelled you voice broke as the tears kept spilling from your eyes.

you yanked your wrist from his grasp and looked at belly. mascara stained your cheeks. “i found taylor” you whispered before walking out the door. leaving steven there, carrying your broken heart along with his..

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AHHHH TYSM FOR READING THIS!! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED ( pls be nice this is my first actual fic i’ve written! )

[begginmonty]

Thinking about Mike avoiding you after you saw him beating that man in the fountain ‘cause in his mind you think that he’s a monster and never want to see him again

(Sorry for any mistake, that’s not my first language)

dont apologise hun!

you worked at the coffee stand in the mall. wasn't the best pay and perhaps the hours were sometimes a little too long but you got to work in the same building as your boyfriend so, it wasn't the end of the world.

you were busy cleaning the counter, "is that mike-? y/n! y/n!" your co-worker called you and you quickly walked over to where she was, following her eyesight and suddenly there was your boyfriend tackling a man into a fountain. "oh my god" you mumbled, practically jumping over the counter and running to where you boyfriend was beating the ever living fuck out of some guy. but you knew mike, he wasn't one just to spring attacks, there had to be a good cause for this, a decent enough reason. you watched as your boyfriend was pulled off the guy by jeremiah, his coworker, and everyone was crowding around, and thats when mike had made eye contact with you. there was a confused look upon your face which he mistook for fear and disappointment. "wha-" you had mouthed, motioning to what had happened but he quickly had looked away.

you'd picked mike up from the police station that evening and he hadn't muttered a single word to you nor made eye contact with you. the car journey was silent, and when you arrived home he just got out the car and into the house. you'd sighed and gotten out the car, and walked into the house, max shared a quizzical look at you. "yeah, i dont know. thanks for watching abby though" you handed her a $30 and she said her goodbyes before leaving.

"what's wrong with mike?" abby had asked, you didn't want to tell her anything. so you told her he'd had a long day and that she should be getting ready for bed. you tucked her up in bed and left her to sleep.

the evening carried on and you wanted to let mike collect himself before you spoke to him, he needed space sometimes and you totally respected that. but by like 10pm, he was still in the room. you had knocked a few times on the door but you were met with silence. he finally emerged from the bedroom around 11pm to find you sat on the couch watching tv. "baby?" you spoke up, but he ignored you and went off into the kitchen to grab water, "mike? hello?" you'd stood up now and made your way over to him, blocking him so he couldn't walk away, he was face forward, leaning against the counter staring out into space "baby, please talk to me" mike hated how your voice sounded sad, he didn't want to make you sad.

"i'm not mad at you or anything mike, i promise, i just want you to talk to me" you said softly, walking behind him and hugging him from behind, "im not sure what happened but i promise you mike, i am not mad at you or anything like that, okay?"

"im sorry" his voice was quiet, "i just, uh, it looked like he was taking the kid y'know, and then you were there and you looked scared of me and i-"

"i could never be scared of you" you mumbled into his shoulder, pressing a kiss there "we can talk about it later, lets just go to bed yeah?"

mike nodded, and the two of you went to bed.

(its a bit shit soz<;3)

[uglypastels]

hii, so if you are taking requests i can’t take this idea out of my mind:

what about eddie x fem!reader having sex in the shower? i haven’t seen that; also maybe wayne kinda like discovers them (? or something like that lol,, but most important: eddie and the reader having fun in the shower ^^

hope u are having a lovely day <3 and thank you if u take the request 💖

i changed it up a little, didn't want to involve wayne, poor guy's life is hard as it is, i feel like haha. but i hope you still enjoy it!! also, who ever gets my reference for this scene deserves a veterans medal &lt;;3

warnings: not proofread (soz, my internet is too crap to deal with that). cursing, mention of home invasion (but its all comedy, really). parents.

EXPLICIT! 18+ MINORS DNI - sex, shower sex, unintentionally getting caught, so semi public sex. hickeys. I think thats it but always let me know if i need me to add a warning :)

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'I thought they would never leave,' Eddie walked through your threshold, immediately cupping your face in his hands and kissing you passionately. You stumbled back, almost bumping into the vase that was standing on the small table near you. 

Easy to say, Eddie had been looking forward to your parents leaving for their small holiday for a long time. Ever since you had told him that they would leave you alone for an entire weekend, he had been counting down the days.

For some unexplainable reason, your parents were not the biggest fan of Eddie, so the times you could see each other were limited. It would always include sneaking around and curfews and you making your other friends cover for you.

But now, the fridge was filled, there was a pile of freshly rented movies at the foot of the tv and Eddie's van was parked just a corner behind the house (so the neighbours wouldn't have anything to talk about later.) You had two and a half days of complete freedom and Eddie was planning on taking advantage of every second. He had waited exactly five minutes after your family car got out of the driveway before he knocked on your door. And that's how you ended up in his arms, being carried over to the couch. 

'Well, we have the whole house to ourselves,' you said when you separated your lips for a breath of fresh air, 'what would you like to do?'

'You?' he said, his lips already back on yours and pulling lightly into a smirk. 

'I asked you first.' You argued, but Eddie just started chuckling. His hands were all over you, moving up from your hips back up, digging under the hem of your shirt. 

'And I answered you, silly.' 

'Oh,' you looked up at him with wide eyes. 

'Oh,' he mocked you lightheartedly before grabbing onto your thighs to pull you up a bit more, 'c'mere.' The word pushed through his teeth. He helped you get comfortable on his lap, lips never further than an inch away from your skin. He had waited for so long to finally have you all to himself and now that the moment had come, he couldn't get enough.

'Wait, Eddie,' you mumbled as he had already started unbuttoning your shirt. At the sound of your voice, however, he halted and looked you in the eyes, worry written over the furrow in his brows. 

'What's wrong? 

'Nothing, just…' you bit your lip, 'you want to do it here?' 

'It's not like anyone will walk in on us, princess,' he was already kissing your neck again, not caring at how sloppy of a job he was doing. He had no patience to go about it precisely. 'We got the entire castle to ourselves.' His voice hushed, his mouth leaving sloppy kisses between words, which left shivers down your spine. 'I got you all to myself… don't I?' 

'Yes,' you gasped lightly as his teeth grazed that sensitive spot behind your ear.

Clothes were quickly discarded and soon Eddie had you screaming his name. Yet a new moment to add to the many times you couldn't get enough of each other. Eddie knew exactly how to make you feel good, you could only hope you did the same for him (although, from his moans, you could safely assume so). 

Neither of you were sure how much time had passed when Eddie finally pulled out of you, and let his body slip into the dip of the sofa, sinking into the soft plush. His chest was heavily moving up and down as he tried to catch his breath, you needed a moment to open your eyes, still feeling dizzy from your orgasm. You were just far apart for your pinkies to interlock tightly at the centre of the couch. A minute or so passed before you sat up straight, hand on the back of your neck, rubbing it a bit. 

'Everything ok?' Eddie asked, eyes roaming all over you, taking in every inch of his favourite being on the planet. 

'Yeah, I'm just going to take a shower, I think.' You got up, legs shaky. 

'I'll join you,' Eddie got up with you, an action aided by the fact you were still holding hands and you had practically just pulled him along. 

'No, I'm already tired,' you smiled. He had really just gone full out on you. With having to have waited for so long, and now finally be able to spoil you rotten with his love, he would not dare waste a second, and that is exactly what he told you: 

'We got…' he checked his watch, 'exactly 62 hours left before we have to get to school on Monday and then after that you're parents will be home so I intend on using up every single second I get to spend with you.' 

'I don't think that math adds up,' you had to change the topic for the sake of your own heart, as it was speeding up by the minute, especially when Eddie pulled your naked bodies together in a warm embrace. 

'Please,' he whined, practically. Evidently, your attempts had gone down poorly, 'let me just fuck you in the shower, baby,' and next thing you know, you were climbing up the stairs, giggling as Eddie was latching his hands onto any part of you he managed to grab. You led the way to the bathroom and did your best to start the shower as Eddie had already started sucking a beautiful hickey onto your neck. The man couldn't help himself, you had deprived him of your body for days. It didn't matter that he had just been able to release most of that lust for you moments before, he needed all of you, all the time. 

'Jesus,' he hissed as the hot water touched him, but you ignored it. He had been the one wanting to join you, so he didn't get to complain about the temperature of the water. But it was only a short adjustment before he pressed you against the cold tiled wall, pulling your leg up over his middle,  holding you tightly. The hot water poured over you, hot yet refreshing and you just watched the droplets of water fall over Eddie's body as he filled you. 

'Oh, fuck,' the angle at which you were positioned helped him slide ride to the deepest part of you, and he didn't even bother letting you adjust. He needed you, and you were just so wet, and not just from the water spilling down on you. 

The kisses you shared were sloppy, more like hungry attempts at catching more of the other's essence, seeking the deeper connection between your bodies. And it didn't take long for you to feel like you were going to cum again. 

'That's it baby, keep it coming,' Eddie pushed some hair out of his face, needing to see the pleasure escape your face as you were ready to unwrap before him. 'You look so fucking pretty like this.' 

'Not half as pretty as you,' you tried to laugh, the water falling on your face making it a bit harder. 

That's when you heard, and it made your entire body freeze in fear. Your eyes locked with Eddie, who was most likely just pushing aside his own shock for your sake. His hips halted, locking you into his arms in a tight embrace. 'Shh.' You both listened as the front door opened. 

'y/n!' a voice shouted from downstairs. 

'It's my mom,' you whispered to him, somehow even more scared than at the prospects of a home invasion. Eddie nudged you on to respond, so you shouted. 

'I'm upstairs!' And then you could hear your mom walk up the stairs. 

'Your father forgot his medicine, can you beleive it,' your mom said, nearing the bathroom, 'are you in there?' 

'Uhm,' you pulled the shower curtain as close to the walls as possible, pushing Eddie as far away from it as you could. 'Yeah, just taking a shower!' 

'I'll be out of there in a minute, just need to grab the medicine bag.' You had indeed seen the little bag at the edge of the sink. As your mom opened the door, Eddie was clearly feeling restless, letting his hands wander over your sides, which you slapped away. You couldn't be sure if he actually wanted to say something, but just the threat of him opening his mouth was enough for you to cover it with your hand. With his lips under your fingers, you couldn't see the smirk he was giving you, but his eyes were spitting all his evil thoughts out to you. You could hear footsteps shuffling just a few feet away from you, behind the shower curtain, and it didn't stop Eddie from kissing your hand and slowly moving his tongue between the gaps of your fingers. 

He was putting images into your mind, things you did not want to think of then and the compromising position in which you were standing was not helping you in any way either. 

'Got it!' 

'Ok, great. Can you get out now!' you shouted back at your mom. 

'Calm down, I'm already going.' She huffed, shutting the door behind her. Your chest freed up from the breath you were holding, shoulders relaxing. The smile on Eddie's face was the biggest you had ever seen. He had been enjoying this way too much. 

'Not cool,' you poked him in the chest. 'That was so embarrassing.' 

'What are you talking about, she had no clue.' He whispered along with you, still grinning, ready to continue where he had left of before the rude interruption. And you would have let him, the kiss you shared was already a gateway to what could have been hours of endless fun. But another shout stopped all of that and anything else Eddie had in mind for the weekend. 

'y/n!' your mother's voice sounded as confused as it was angry, from the distance of it, it sounded like she must have been in the living room, 'who's clothes are this!'  

You and Eddie stared at each other, a silent second passed, then both of you just said: 

'Shit.' 

Easy to say, you never let Eddie Munson join you in the shower again… at least not at your place. 

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[the-offical-raishas-circus]

Funtimes as drug dealers part 3

~ This is a long part btw ~

C.B: *In the sewers peering through a grate* Yo ppl

Glamrock Freddy trying to be a normal person: ???

Gregory: What. The Hell

C.B: Do you guys wanna buy some drugs

Freddy: No plz go away

Gregory: Soz I already got some water

Foxy: *squeezing up next to Baby* Who needs water when you can have... *pulls out bottle* DOUBLE A BATTERY ACID FOR ONLY, that’s right, ONLY $13!!!

C.B: Nice, switching up the prices, I like it

Gregory: Whoa really???

Glam. Freddy: NOPE we are leaving

C.B:Parental figures I swear to god

Foxy: baby we are literally Drug dealers how can we swear to god

C.B: True dat

Bon-Bon: uhhh why are we selling battery acid to a CHILD

C.B: *Turns around and cups Bon-bon in her hands* Bon-bon, you should know by now that we are not above kidnapping, murder, assault, selling drugs, etc., etc.

*FUNTIME* Freddy: JUST YESTERDAY WE BROKE INTO SOME DUDES HOUSE BECAUSE HE GAVE US $5 NOT $7!!!

Foxy: And then we killed him.

Gregory: *listening in* Wow I like these guys.

Ballora: Kiddo meet us by the park at 11:30 tonight. The LEFT SIDE, not the right.

Freddy: Yeah the police are onto the right side we can’t go there.

Gregory: IT’S A DEAL!!!

Foxy: Plz don’t shout.

Glam. Freddy: And ur not going Gregory

C.B: Yaaa he is 😊

Glam. Freddy: Yaaa he isn’t

Ballora: Dude’s ruining our vibe

C.B: Like Bro chill he just wants battery acid

Gregory: And a knife if you have em’

Foxy: BOY do we have YOU COVERED!!! :D

*pulls out inane amount of knifes* Take ur pick!

Gregory: *raises eyebrow* How the HELL did you get these???

Foxy: I keep a collection 😊

Gregory: *Points* You, I like you

Foxy: I know everyone does

Circus bby: Except the police.

Freddy: And Micheal Afton.

Ballora: And that little kid they call Cassidy.

Freddy: Ngl that kid is MENTAL dude

Foxy: Says you!!!

C.B: Right well let’s get outta here cuz that old lookin Fox is giving us an odd look

Glam. Freddy: *Pulls out phone* How many counts of murder did u say u have?

Freddy: DON’T. YOU. DARE.

Ballora: DUDE WE KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE

Gregory: WAIT REALLY

Freddy: Yeah it’s 6th on 21st street next to the park

Glam. Freddy: SHOOT HE KNOWS

Circus Baby: Yaaa course we do we’re like the mafia if the mafia was five absolutely insane animatronics with no mental stability who deal drugs in the back alleys on Sundays.

Glam. Freddy: *starts punching numbers into the phone* On Sundays, you say?

C.B: Crap.

Foxy: *Pulling the others back down* COME ON COME ON HE’S ON THE PHONE!!!

Ballora: OK OK WE’RE COMING

*Funtimes disappear into the darkness, arguing intensely*

Gregory: I have found my new favourite people in the whole entire world, and it’s a bunch of squabbling insane animatronics with no mental stability who deal drugs in the back alleys on Sundays. THE BEST PEOPLE EVER.

Glam. Freddy: *sighs heavily and pats Gregory on the shoulder* U will learn, child... U will learn...

Gregory: Yes I will. From Foxy.

Glam. Fred: *picks Gregory up and carries him away*

Gregory: BUT DADDDDDD >:(

[citydreamgrls]

they were roommates -part three

a weasley twins x fem!reader fic

summary: she had nowhere to go, fleeing home to pursue something along the lines of freedom, so being welcomed into the entrepreneurial twins life was a whole world of new experiences waiting to happen.

an: sorry this one took a while to come out, i promise i’m working as quick as possible for you all, thank you for all the love it’s been amazing and so lovely. love u as always <333

words: 2,606 (a bit shorter soz)

“What if she comes over here?” Neville asked, watching around the shop to try and see where y/n was amongst the hoards of customers.

“She won’t, she’ll be busy.” George reassured him, trying to explain their game plan for the day.

Originally they’d wanted to get the girl’s furniture into the old storage room on sunday, but given the fact that both twins were hungover most of the day they decided it would be best to leave it until the next day. Not to mention that y/n would have been suspicious if they both disappeared downstairs without explanation.

Neville had agreed to help, knowing the new girl couldn’t run things on her own if Fred had helped him carry a bed frame into the back. Plus, he was their backup for distracting her.

“Okay but what shall I say if she does see me?” He pushed the redhead.

“Just say that you came to talk to me,”

“Okay, yeah…” That seemed to settle his mind for a few seconds as George grabbed his coat, heading to the door with his friend so they could slip away to the furniture shop down the alley. “But what if she sees me again? What should I tell her then?”

“Say you left something behind the counter.”

“And what if she sees me again after that?”

“Neville, we don’t have long, can we just get this over with?” George pleaded, sick of the constant questions.

“Sorry mate,”

“It’s fine, we want it all done by today so we can’t waste anymore time.” He nodded.

-

Y/n was showing a group of kids how the electric shock shake worked, much to their delight, when they returned with the first round of furnishings. As enthralled as she seemed, she was also facing their way, something which put Neville on edge yet again.

“Quick behind here,” George instructed, pulling the metal frame behind a nearby shelf and inching closer to the tills where Fred stood. “Oi, freddie!”

“What?” He groaned, not wanting to ask why they were crouched like freaks behind the wonderwitch display. “You guys look like perverts you know.”

“Oh great,” Neville groaned.

“Shut up, I need you to distract y/n… now!”

“No can do, I’ve got a whole line of people here I can’t just leave - thank you madam.” He handed the bag of goodies over to a little girl with a brief smile, before turning back to his covert twin. “Figure it out yourself,”

“Fine,” He grumbled, grabbing a boy that wandered past. “Hey, I’ll give you 20 galleons to distract that lady over there for twenty minutes.” Of course, the little boy nodded with wide eyes, taking the notes and running over to y/n, who he was pointing at. He pulled her away by her leather jacket, rambling on about products further away from the front of the shop.

“Perfect!” Neville regarded, standing up and helping George shuffle into the back room with small grunts of effort.

“Right we better be quick and get the rest, we only have twenty minutes now.” He laughed, racing out of the shop and down the alley again with a surprisingly excited whoop.

Y/n hadn’t thought it odd that this one particular boy was asking so many questions, or that he was dragging her all over the shop so she could show him how it all worked. Most of which she wasn’t too sure, but still muddled along.

“Do you want me to help you carry all this to the till?” She asked him, amazed that such a young boy could afford so many things in one go. He shook his head, checking his watch with a grin and rushing off in the direction of Fred, who sighed when he saw the small mountain placed before him.

The girl looked around, not having seen George wandering around like he usually was. When he wasn’t unpacking endless amounts of boxes, that was. But the man was missing.

“Oh hi Neville!” She called over, spotting her old boss as he tried to sneak out unnoticed. “What are you doing here?”

Fred watched from the till, wide eyed, hoping that the awkward man could lie his ass off just this once. George appeared from the old storage room, hoping to thank his friend for all the help now that they were done. That’s when he saw how caught off guard Neville looked.

“I- uh,” Please, please just say something normal, both twins begged, knowing how bad he could be under pressure. “I came to see George.” He finally blurted out, all of their attention on the wide-smiling girl before him.

“Oh that’s nice, how’s the pub doing?” She moved on, presumably taken in by his small lie. Neville managed to converse like someone who wasn’t hiding something now that the subject had changed.

“That was close,” Fred whispered. “Be more careful.” “Hey it’s not my fault she saw him!” George hissed back.

-

While y/n offered to make dinner that night, much to Fred’s delight as he hated working alone, George hid down in her new room, putting together everything and putting the finishing touches together for her.

“Thanks for helping me by the way,” Fred told her, reaching over her hands as she chopped up vegetables for him. “I tend to mess things up on my own.” He admitted.

“I’m sure that’s not true.” She teased, nudging his side and grinning.

Fred felt a pang in his chest, wondering whether or not she acted like this just for him. Or maybe he was just seeing what he wanted to. Still, being alone with her felt normal by now, and he enjoyed asking her things without his nosy brother around to lecture him on it later.

The music on the radio was faint as they chatted, but he couldn’t ignore the way the girl’s head bobbed along to the music. Like she was lost in the sound, but still present and attentive to everything he said. He had never met someone so happy with life, despite being given so little to start with.

Maybe that was the secret. The girl was so hard down on her luck, that anyone's kindness would have been more than enough to keep that smile shining. So, when she was offered another chance at freedom, she had nothing to be down about.

“Oh!” She stopped him mid-air, holding his wrist that held a bottle of tarragon over the sauce they’d been making. He looked up, surprised that she had actually reached out to him instead of just telling him to stop. Still, a little tingle ran up his arm, making his spine shiver out. “It’s supposed to be oregano in this recipe…. That’s tarragon- see?”

The girl took her hand away from him gently and turned the bottle to show him, the man nodded.

“Ohh- see I can’t even tell the difference.”

He was distracted, she was distracting him. But he was beginning to enjoy it, weirdly. He liked having her around, and he liked the effect she had on him.

“It wouldn’t have made a massive difference, but it’s better to be safe.” She chuckled, passing him the right bottle of herbs. “Sorry for grabbing you,” Her cheeks blushed as she spoke, reliving the second his eyes caught hers in confusion.

“That’s okay… I lik-”

“Y/N!!!” George called up the stairs, interrupting the pair as she turned to the sound of the other twin’s bounding steps nearing them.

Fred jumped slightly, only just processing what he was about to say. God he was going mental, how did he ever think that telling her he liked the way she pressed her tiny fingers to his skin would help anything.

Luckily he didn’t need to worry about it, he hadn’t actually said it. That’s what mattered.

“What is it?” The girl asked, laughing as she ran to greet his brother in the living room. He jokingly fell into her arms, pretending to be exhausted beyond help.

She laughed so loud that the men had no choice but to join in, entranced by the sound itself.

“I…. have a surprise for you!” George bolted upright, grabbing her shoulders with a smug grin and turning her towards the stairs.

“But what about dinner!” She asked.

“It can wait!” He drawled, putting his hands over her eyes and leading her gently down each step.

Y/n looked so happy with him. Her smile wider than he’d ever seen as his brother had joked around with her like they were best friends. He wanted that, but he didn’t know how to be that for her.

“Come on Fred!!” She called from a few steps outside the loft, obviously moving a lot slower now that she couldn’t see anything.

He followed, laughing under his breath at the excitement in her voice. At least she was still thinking of him. The girl screeched at every step down the stairs, worrying that she would fall despite George’s constant reassurance that he had her.

It was dark in the shop, but when the man covering her eyes stopped she could see a sudden few bits of light peeking through his fingers.

“Can I look now?” She asked, fidgeting on the spot.

“Okay… go on.”

The twinkling lights made her squint a little, contrasting from the pitch black of her makeshift blindfold. It took the girl a few seconds to realise where they were, her eyes scanning her surroundings like she’d been dropped into a field.

But then there was the till, and the counter… and the storage room. Except, it wasn’t the storage room anymore. It was covered in colour, and little tiny lights that strung across the ceiling. It was the stars again, like in the loft. There was a little window, high up on the wall, where the alley opened up and she could watch people wonder by all day.

In the corner lay a big bed, covered in piles of cushions and blankets that were also laid perfectly on a little armchair in the corner. Her guitar was propped up beside a small desk, with a yellow lamp shining down on a white, leather bound notebook.

“What is all this?” She asked, suddenly confused by the sight. Which made the twins chuckle slowly.

“This.. is your room darling.” George grinned, even wider when she spun around to stare at them both in disbelief.

“Y-you did this? For me?” Her finger pointed between them, which made Fred raise his hands up in defeat.

“Oh no… this was all George’s doing, just my idea.” He felt bad now, having taken on most of the shop’s responsibilities while his brother had made her surprise happen.

She flung herself to George, throwing her arms up around the tall man’s neck with a happy squeal. It looked so natural with them, the way he didn’t even seem shocked and just picked her off the ground for a second. It was Fred’s own fault for liking her, it was his fault for telling his brother, and now it was his fault that Georgie was a hero in her eyes.

“Go look around!” The girl nodded, amazed by all the different things that had been transfigured for her. Her hair fell over her eyes as she leant down, touching everything as if she needed to make sure none of this was a dream. She was perfect.

But she was so busy talking to herself with excitement that she didn’t hear the hushed conversation between the two brothers.

“Sorry freddie,”

“Huh- Why?” He snapped out of his pathetic daze, turning to his sympathetic reflection.

“Well I didn’t think she would react like that now did I?”

“It’s fine, I don’t care.”

“I wanna talk about the other night-” “Oh yeah… that, well I wanted to tell you that what I said then was nonsense.”

George frowned.

“What do you mean?” “I was drunk and just rambling on, I shouldn’t have said anything-”

“But you were so-” “Especially if it was something I didn’t mean.” Fred cut his brother off, which was evidently enough to shut him up for good. Instead he just let out a defeated sigh and went back to watching y/n scurry around like a puppy.

-

They drank again that night, to celebrate y/n getting a more permanent set up within the shop. Which of course had felt like the right idea at the time, but Fred wasn’t that into it from the first glass.

He knew that y/n was just a friendly person, and saw the brothers as equals, yet he couldn’t deny the way his heart panged when she tipsilly begged George to dance with her. The two of them did so for a little while, the other twin feigning being too tired to keep his eyes open, that way he didn’t have to watch them.

“I can’t go on!” His brother laughed, his footsteps pattering over to the sofa where he crashed beside the ‘sleeping’ fred. He opened his eyes. “Sorry mate did I wake you?” “You’re good. Think I’m gonna turn in for the night.” He told the two of them, y/n still twirling between the living room and the kitchen door.

“Noooo,” She whined, taking his arm and holding her whole body against it. He had to fight the urge to jump away, worried that she was going to tackle him. But she was just a bit wobbly. “Won’t you dance with me freddie?” She begged, her eyes staring up at him like two full moons.

“I’m sure George will in a moment,” His mouth said before he had a chance to stop it.

Idiot, she wanted you not your brother. This was your chance!

“He’s rubbish with the slow songs,” She giggled, focusing the man’s attention on the forgotten music that had, as she said, gotten much slower than their dance tracks. “Just one, then you can go to bed.”

“Alright,” He laughed lightly, seeing her cheer right up when he agreed. She wrapped her fingers between his, holding tightly, and let him spin her about for a few seconds until she melted against the redhead’s body.

The two of them swayed from side to side, completely immersed in the moment. The girl liked being held this way, though she would never admit that, but it was just something she hadn’t had the pleasure of experiencing. The fact that it was Fred too, someone who she trusted, made the whole thing a lot better.

Fred heard the final notes of the song end, then waited for her to move away so he could leave. But no such thing happened. He looked up, seeing George fast asleep on the sofa and held back a laugh.

Y/n didn’t wake when he lifted her gently, one arm propping up her head and the other beneath her knees, and quietly took her down to her new bedroom one muted step at a time. All the while, her face nuzzled into his chest perfectly.

It was only when he laid her down on the bed that Fred got a good look at her face, until then he’d avoided staring for too long in case she thought he was weird. But now he could see her better, study her, take every feature in without worry.

“Fuck,” he whispered, gulping at the way she slept so angelically. Yeah, he liked her and that he could have dealt with. But now, in that moment lit only by a flickering beside candle, freddie understood that it was only going to get harder to ignore.

[curly-bangtan]

Heatwave Drabble #1: That Night in Mykonos

[Heatwave // Godless] [Drabble Masterlist]

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Summary: That one not-so-forgotten filthy drunken night in Mykonos that you and Taehyung never speak about again. For good reason.

Genre: drabble, smut

Warnings: unprotected sex (don’t do it), beach sex, oral (m/f), taehyung’s tongue technology, dom!Tae, daddy kink, exhibitionism kink, facial (lol oop), cumplay, spanking, degradation if you count slapping your face with his dick, may make you fall in love with this couple even more soz

Word count: 6k (why am i incapable of making even a drabble short and quick?)

A/N: As per highly requested… :) If you’ve randomly stumbled upon this, definitely read Heatwave first to understand the plot.

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The gentle washing of the waves sings a lullaby to your ears. You have always loved the sound of the ocean, so serene, yet holding so much power. Wiggling your toes, you watch the minute grains of sand trickle off your feet like a waterfall. Nonchalant, you take a swig of cider, its fruity acidity burning a bittersweet trail down your throat.

‘Man, I fucking love Mykonos.’ Taehyung slurs beside you, tipsy from his fourth bottle of beer he’s clutching like a trophy.

‘Thank you again for bringing me here, Taehyung.’

The two of you are sat on a towel by the beach, watching the moon paint its own reflection in the water. Sky crystal clear, as it is every single night here in Greece, the constellations hanging over your heads set a tranquil tone to the last evening of your trip.

‘Hey, what did I say? Stop thanking me. Now you have to finish your drink.’ Playfully, he flicks the tip of your nose in reprimand.

Grinning, you roll your eyes but follow his stupid rule. Not that you can’t hold your liquor, but this is your seventh drink, and you’re starting to feel it pulsating up to your head.

‘No, but you were right.’ Words tumble out of his pretty lips that you can’t help but admire. ‘It was a good call not to go out tonight. If we actually went hard at VOID, our flight tomorrow would be hell.’ He is referring to the club you have been religiously visiting almost every night this week. ‘This is much better. Nice and chill.’

With a mighty sigh, he falls onto his back, head hitting the edge of the towel, narrowly missing sand invasion in his hair. Rolling your empty bottle away, you join beside him.

‘This has to be the weirdest but also best holiday of my life.’ You ruminate. The stars are shining particularly bright tonight, you wonder if they know it’s your last night here and want to bid farewell.

The chesty chuckle Taehyung lets out reverberates into you. ‘Definitely the weirdest.’ He turns his head to face you. ‘I can’t believe I’m in Mykonos with this random chick I met in the club, who offered to rent me her place, so I guess she’s now my roommate, when this whole trip was planned to be a surprise for my girlfriend who had been cheating on me for months.’

Taehyung is especially chatty and vivacious when drunk, you’ve noticed from the past few days. Normally he’s laid back, spaced out even. But give him some booze, and all his emotions and thoughts cartwheel out of him. Though you’re only beginning to know him, he’s immensely interesting, you can tell he holds so many layers to him that requires inquisition over time.

‘Wow, random chick from the club? Bitch, you ripped out my hair.’ You laugh and smack at his chest, hand lingering for a little too long.

Wait, chest smack? Why are you using your classic move on him?

You’re a flirt, you can’t help it. The cider’s doing its thing, you guess.

‘Man, I’m so sorry about that, you have no idea how awful I felt.’ He inches closer to you until his head is rested upon your shoulder. Right, he’s also especially touchy when drunk. Anyone who walks past right now could mistaken you as close friends, when in reality, you’ve known each other no more than a month.

To be completely fair, you have spent everyday of this said month together since that club night, helping him move in and unpack, and now travelling together. You guess you’re kind of friends now.

‘These past few weeks have been so crazy. I was just trying to have a good night out when a wild Kim Taehyung appeared and somersaulted into my life. And now we’re lying by the Mediterrenean sea together, tanned and drunk.’ His hair is tickling your neck so you push it away. Your fingers brush against his forehead and he hums at the contact.

‘But hey, on a serious note, hand on heart,’ Taehyung gazes up at you, ‘I’m so glad I got to do this with you. You are one of the coolest people I know, and I wouldn’t have wanted to come here with anyone else. Not like I have anyone else right now… My ex can go fuck herself, or fuck Jimin. I have a bigger dick anyway.’

You sit up, choking on your laughter. Out of the blue, he’ll always hit you with these one-liners that are absolutely pure gold. ‘Okay, Mr. I’ve-Fucked-Nine-Girls-This-Week.’

Pride beaming from his smile, he tugs you back down beside him. ‘Hey, I was in a relationship for three years, I need this. Miss I-Had-A-Threesome-With-Two-Guys-On-Our-First-Night.’

The two of you splutter your drunken giggles. The two guys were Italian, come on, how could you have passed up on the opportunity?

Despite the time of evening, the breezes that gust pass are humid. The temperature is perfect, actually, no sun blazing down to melt you into puddles. You’re probably too drunk to appreciate this moment but one day you’ll look back at this night cherishingly, you hope.

‘You’re right. I’m glad I came with you, Taehyung.’ It’s your turn to look at him. ‘I’ll get such an earful from Lotta when I get back but it’s all worth it. I can’t believe we got away with half of the things that we did!’

‘I know right?’ His arm feels particularly warm against you. It may be the alcohol working its magic but his voice sounds so deep and mellow tonight, like dark chocolate dissolving in your mouth. ‘The way they upgraded our room to a premium when we pretended to be a couple on our honeymoon.’

The memory is fuzzy but fond in your inebriated mind. ‘You’re welcome. I’m a master bullshitter.’

‘We even got that couple’s spa treatment and free wine and dine night.’

To be completely honest, it wasn’t difficult pretending to be loved up newly-weds. A lot of that affection you were displaying towards Taehyung wasn’t fake; he’s this perfect specimen of a man, gorgeous face, toned body, captivating personality, quirky humour - anyone’s dream boyfriend, really. You’ve tried to tone your attraction to him down, you can’t be lusting over your new roommate after all. Things would get too messy. But it was just for fun anyway, there’s no harm in a few pretend embraces and neck kisses to get those couple’s perks.

You’re just friends.

Though a part of you envies the nine girls he’s slept with this holiday, because you’ve seen the outline of his bulge in his swim trunks and Holy Shit… But as much as you like to fuck around, there’s a clear line that separates roommates and guys you bang. Those are two mutually exclusive groups of people in your life, the Venn Diagram does not intersect.

‘Hey, you wanna go for one last swim?’ You’re pulled from your thoughts by Taehyung’s suggestion.

It’s a bad idea, swimming this late at night, having downed a few bottles. But when has your inner conscience ever stopped you from doing what you want?

‘’Course.’ He is already removing his shirt as he stands, and you can all but ogle at the muscle of his moonlit back as you reply.

Following his action, you turn away from him and peel off your shorts that have stuck to your skin from sitting for so long. Are you perhaps trying to tempt him with the view of your bent over ass? Hmm, possibly… He does pay an awful lot of attention to your rear every time you wear these shorts... Carelessly flinging your top onto the rest of your things, you spy him staring at you in your periphery, hands stuffed into his shorts pockets. You adjust the pad of your bikini top, perhaps more dramatic than you needed to.

A smirk plays at your mouth. Why are you trying to get his attention?

Feet sinking into the soft sand, you pad after him towards the calm beckoning water. Your head is feeling hazy from the ciders, and when you spot the lazy smile he’s wearing, you know it’s hitting him too. Gazing up at the moon, you realise you feel blue. Not blue in a sad melancholic sense. But blue as in cool, relaxed, heart-at-peace blue; you’re going for one last night swim in the most beautiful country with your handsome new roommate, blue. A hint of romantic lyricism. Maybe.

‘I’m really gonna mis- Taehyung!’ You screech into the quiet night when he all of a sudden picks you up and carries you bridal-style into the sea.

And tosses you into the water.

Arms flailing midair, you’re catapulted into the waves like a pebble. The cold hits your curled spine first, harsh and shocking. Then it detonates within you, a volcano of ice numbing all your senses and aching your bones.

When you find your bearings and gasp up for air, you see him, ocean up to his knees, head whipped back in laughter, clutching his tensing core, eyes pinched into crescents as the most warming sound leaves his mouth.

‘You piece of shit!’ You lunge for him, but your limbs feel heavy in the water, restricting the power of your attack that he dodges so effortlessly.

But you don’t give up so easily. Tide washing you towards him, you launch yourself again, saltine droplets splattering all over his face. Resigning, Taehyung lets you drag him by the hand away from the shore, waddling clumsily against the stubborn current that’s determined to push you back to the beach.

‘Dick and balls, it’s freezing.’ He heaves.

‘Wuss. You’re not the one who got dunked.’ The chill is licking at your skin, seeping into your hair that splays out in floating silk tendrils. You’ve stopped walking on the sand now, instead spreading onto your front and allowing your swimming arms and paddling legs to move you.

Water up to his chest, you see the goosebumps rise on his blue-bronze unsullied skin, star-freckled sea reflecting wavering diamond silhouettes onto his chiseled front. Following the defined protrusion of his salient collarbones, then the sleek inward curve of his neck, your gaze arrives at his face. His strong brow never fails to strike you; tongue loitering out between his folded lips; brown tufts of salt-kissed, breeze-licked hair a mess but a masterpiece still. Eyes painted with a warm summer glimmer, sapphire and still, he observes you from where he stands.

The fluttering in your heart is now indistinguishable from your shivering due to the wet cold.

‘Come on, let’s swim out a bit further.’ He nods to the open ocean, refusing to spare you from his pinning stare.

Body heavy from the alcohol, the cold and simply your lethargism, you dive below the surface. With your water-blurred vision, you swim after his slow walking legs, bubbles you release tickling your face. You grapple onto his ankle, hear his muffled yelp and stifle a mischievous giggle.

Launching off the sand bed, you lurch up to the surface, inhaling sharply at your first breath of air. You push your hair back to see Taehyung regard you with a mystical expression.

‘It’s too deep here,’ you whine, ‘I can’t touch the floor.’ Not particularly athletic, treading water in order to stay afloat is wearing you down.

‘Hold on to me then, midget.’ He chuckles and holds out his hand which you quickly grab onto. With the stability he provides, you pull yourself up his arm like a buoy line and perch your elbow on his shoulder.

Which draws you unexpectedly close to his face. Nose mere inches from his chin. You smell his familiar honey musk.

Unfazed by your proximity, his arm circles behind you before landing one your waist, the warmth of his touch blooming like flowers on your skin. Why does his hand feel so nice on you? Why can’t you stop staring at him?

‘Better?’ Vibrations of his throat hum into your core.

‘Thanks.’ Your poise on his shoulder is sliding so you snake your arm around his neck, hoisting your body up against his. The contact snaps a cord inside you, sensation of him tingling everywhere you touch.

‘You’re such a little princess.’ He rolls his eyes theatrically in feign mockery, but his smirk betrays his mirth.

‘Shut up, you love it.’ This playful banter weighs heavy in your chest, constricting it, winding it. Because if it were anybody else, it would be flirting... Or maybe you are flirting with him right now. You’re not sure anymore.

A droplet of water is trickling along the edge of his jaw, your focus is transfixed at its smooth descent to his chin. Your bodies are bobbing with the calm waves, up, down, up, down. Then your eyes lock and-

Fuck.

You want him.

You really fucking want him.

Right now.

Right here.

Taehyung’s glare sears a mark in you, and it’s burning like the flames of hell all the way down to your sex. With the side of his finger, he doesn’t need to so much as touch you to tip your head up his way because that’s how willing you are. One tilt, that’s all it takes to kiss him right now. His fingers are sinking into your tender waist, and immediately you wonder how they must feel inside you.

‘I do love it.’ He slides his cheek against yours and traces the bridge of your nose with the tip of his.

And then.

You taste the sea on his lips, salt and cold. It feels like diving into the ocean, plunging into the deep blue and simply allowing your body to be swept away. His kiss is greedy, hungry, willing you to submit to him and follow his lead. And in your intoxicated state, you do so.

Legs wrapping around his torso in the water, his hands caress up your thighs to your ass, digging into your plump flesh with an ardour that releases a damp arousal from your slit. Your own fingers grope down his chest and toy with his hair, scratching and tugging. When he nibbles on your bottom lip and you know that you’re done for. You melt like putty in his control, meeting his tongue with a soft obedience you don’t normally exert.

‘Taehyung.’ You gasp into his mouth.

‘I’m all yours tonight, baby.’ is all he says before diving back into you. Those words sends the possessive animal in your mind wild with satisfaction. Because yes, he better fucking be all yours tonight.

Kissing Taehyung feels different. Perhaps it’s because of the build up of tension you have been harbouring these past few days. Or maybe it’s the thrill of knowing that you shouldn’t be doing this, the thrill of doing the forbidden. Or rather, it’s the way he wields his dominance over you so ferally and fervently, like he’s been waiting for as long as you have to do this.

Kissing Taehyung is teeth and tongue.

Kissing Taehyung is salt and the midnight breeze.

Kissing Taehyung is blue. The kind of blue you see only in the hottest of flames.

When you feel his stiff length poke underneath you, your cunt is set ablaze with desire. Desire to sink down onto him this instant and have him pound into you amidst the ocean until you both feel faint. Desire for him to break you in half with all his might, make your eyes water with from the pleasure he stabs into you.

Slowly he begins to walk you back to the shore, gripping your legs around his waist as you lock your arms around his neck. Lips never leaving each other longer than a second to breathe.

His ravenous mouth travels down to your breasts, and he doesn’t hesitate to devour them from your bathing suit, suckling angry red marks down your cleavage and around your nipples. Though clothed, the prominence of his cock burrows between your wide open entrance, rubbing against your bikini-clad clit and making you thrust your hips further into him.

Feverish from his touch, you don’t realise you’re on land until he gently falls onto his knees and carefully places you on the towels below him. Too drunk to even care if anyone else is on the beach, not that there was before you got in the water, you pull him by the neck onto you.

As he kisses a torching trail down your wet body, your mind is somewhere else, in a heaven that worships Taehyung. Hands kneading your exposed breasts, the wisp of his breath tingles down your navel, tying a knot in your core. With his teeth, he obscenely tugs loose the string that ties your bikini bottom together. The fabric falls loose lifelessly, revealing your soaking cunt, shimmering with want for him.

‘So wet.’ He muses as he kisses your pelvic bone, finger stroking up your slick to gather the liquid of your arousal. Then he prods his finger into your mouth, your tongue compliantly lapping up your own taste, salty from the sea. ‘Who made you this wet?’

‘You.’ You’re practically pleading as he sucks viciously at your inner thigh, so close to your weeping pussy.

‘I want you to call me daddy.’

You stiffen under him. Daddy. He wants you to call him daddy. Oh, but of course Taehyung has a daddy kink. It’s so ridiculously characteristic now that he has revealed it, that if you aren’t drunk, you would be rolling your eyes and laughing.

‘Fine, daddy.’ There’s an undertone of travesty to your reply. Whether he notices, he doesn’t show as he kisses closer and closer to your slit.

At the first contact of his lips to your clit, your hips buckle upwards and fingers fly to entangle his hair. Sucking harshly on your sensitive bud, all you’re capable of is squirming and writhing underneath him like a possessed body. The sensation of his mouth sucking on your succulence sends a shot of ecstasy down your quaking legs. Your head feels dizzy.

‘Fuck!’ You whine.

‘You like that, baby?’ When he looks up at you, wet smirk on his lips breathing hot air into your cunt, a coil winds in your stomach.

‘Yes, daddy.’ Your grip on his hair tightens.

Then he’s gorging you like a feast, tongue fluttering on your swollen bundle of nerves, your kryptonite, teeth scraping along your folds seductively. After several licks of your entrance, he pushes not one, but two digits into your cunt. They ease in, lubricated by your moist walls that welcome the pressure of his intrusion into you like the open sea. He draws wide circles inside you, and it feels like your innards are being stirred to perfection by a metal rod. In the meantime, his assault on your clit does not falter, rhythmically hitting his tongue against you, allowing the vibrations of his humming to penetrate your core.

Looking down, this is simply the most beautiful sight you’ve ever witnessed. Taehyung, eyes glimpsing up at you hungrily, face buried nose-deep in your pussy, hands gripping under your thighs that are rested on his shoulders, all the while the moon shines its ethereal glow onto you and the iridescent ocean in the background plays a symphony harmonious to your moans and his filthy slurps.

Suddenly, an explosion of pleasure arrives at your clit. ‘Oh, fuck yes!’ You screech, throat raw from the pure elation that washes over you. The throbbing in your cunt releases at his continuous friction, pulsating so wildly you think you will burst. His fingers pump out your high as he sucks one last time, long and hard, on your beating clit. ‘Ah… Oh my god… Taehyung…’

Finally he emerges from between your legs to breathe. You watch as your fluid dribble down his chin lewdly, your thumb swipes to catch the wetness.

‘How was that?’ Untangling his arms from your legs, he walks up on his elbows to meet your lips in a tender kiss.

‘Mind-blowing.’ You utter against his mouth, eyes rolling to the back of your head for dramatic effect. ‘Let’s continue back in our room.’ Quickly you do up your bikini, impatient for more.

Without needing another word, Taehyung sweeps you into his arms, gathers all your belongings and hastily carries you back to your hotel located just a minute away from the beach. Although, it takes much longer than a minute for you to arrive seeing as multiple detours are made along the way, fondling behind a tree, kissing in the elevator and missing your floor.

And when you’re finally in the confines of your room, he pins you to the closed door, not even bothering to switch on the lights, lips latched onto your magnetising neck. Your wrists trapped in his grip against the hard wood, you ache to touch him as his teeth find your earlobe. Nipping at your soft round flesh, a pleasant shock is sent down your spine at the twinge of pain.

‘Daddy…’ You sigh.

He pulls away to stare into your beseeching eyes. ‘What do you want daddy to do to you?’ His voice is a low grumble of dominance, digging its talons into your brain.

‘I want… I want you to fuck me until I cry.’ In the dark of the room, your attention flickers to the moonlit terrace outside. ‘Right on that balcony over there.’

Something in his obsidian eyes ignite at your suggestion. Zealous with lust, he brings you through the glass door that opens to the fresh night. ‘You want me to fuck you right here, baby? For everyone to see?’

Danger lurking one kiss away, you sense the precarious position his sanity is at. So you reach down and grab his hard member over his shorts, and tip his mind to a carnal frenzy.

‘Yes please, daddy.’ The name is the last straw for him. His breath hitches as you tug down his pants and allow his enormous cock to spring free.

Spinning you around roughly, he bends you over onto the rail of the balcony and strips off your swimsuit in one deft gesture. From here, you have an unobstructed view of the coast, lined by bustling bars and closing restaurants. The neighbouring terraces are a metre away, if anyone walks out now, they would horrifically witness Taehyung’s gargantuan length about to drill into you from behind.

Your heart is pounding in excitement of the risk as well as the anticipation of his cock. Not being able to see him, he can thrust into you any moment now, he must be revelling in such control he holds.

Then you feel it, his large round tip pressing against your entrance curiously. Your legs shake expectantly while fresh arousal leaks out of you, mixing with his precum he’s pressing into you. ‘Beg one more time for me.’

Taehyung and his motherfucking ego.

‘Please, daddy.’ Allowing the words to drag out on your tongue, you twist your neck to look at him with wide pleading eyes. He looks like a king, towering over you with this much assertion, relishing in the power he holds above you in this very moment.

‘Good girl.’

Hands holding your hips in place, he slams his tremendous member into your gaping cunt in one forceful plunge. You can’t help but cry out at the sheer stretch of your walls he’s spanning. Holy fuck, he’s so big he makes it feels like your first time.

All you feel at first is an incredible cinching of your core, the ache of him impaling his rigid shaft through the resisting pressure of your vagina. God, is he fucking massive. He seems to know it as well because he gives you a second to adjust to his size, palm scaling smoothly up the hill of your back to gather your hair in his hand like a rein. Then he is pummelling into you, hips slapping against your bottom, ringing such vulgar sounds in your ears. His cock, hard as if carved from marble, piercing through the pain and moulding a thing of sweet sweet pleasure inside you. You grip the rail so tight its edge gouges marks into your skin, your head hung low between your tense arms.

‘Fu-u-u-uckk-k-k-’ He fucks those syllables out of you one by one. At this angle, his cock is curving up the wrong way into you, jabbing at pockets that normally aren’t reached.

A part of your soul is no longer with you, propelled elsewhere by his ceaseless merciless attack on your cunt. Then comes the sting of his palm when he spanks a searing hot mark into your ass cheek. The sharp pain is refreshing alongside the dull ache behind the euphoric throb he is penetrating into you.

‘This fucking ass of yours, baby. Been driving me nuts in those shorts all week.’ Another slap echoes in your ears, and you welcome it by curving your back more to tip your tush higher for him.

‘Daddy, you fuck me so good.’ Playing along with this narrative he’s into, you egg him on further, stroking his ego as your walls are stroking his dick. Because, damn, he is fucking you so good. Pounding into you with such vigour and violence that your folds are beginning to sting.

You’ve reached a point now where you’re no longer intoxicated by alcohol, but more the addictive fumes of him.

Moans that fall from his lips tingle at your clit, which you start to play with to add to your stimulation. Another smack on your ass, this time so surprising that you scream out. ‘Yes, be loud for me. Let everyone hear how good I make you feel.’ He coaxes.

Taehyung begins to slow, which you know is a sign that he’s close but doesn’t want to blow his load yet. He bends over you, your hair still tied around his wrist, and nips at the shell of your ear. You’ve never known your ear to be such an erogenous zone, for when his tongue flickers at your inner shell, a shudder convulses through you. Leaving slobbery kisses down the curve of your shoulder, he slowly pulls out of you.

‘Finish on the bed?’ As Taehyung embraces you from behind, his strong arm comes under your cold lonely breasts that perk up at his attention, his dripping wet cock sitting between your red ass cheeks. The hum of his deep rasp on your neck sends your head lolling back onto his sweat-dotted chest.

‘Sure.’ What leaves you is a mere huff, you can’t even conjure your voice.

His lips seal yours as he walks you back into the room, leaving the glass door open for the night breeze to grace you. Amidst the savage sex, you treasure such a soft, delicate moment on your tongue, delighting in the way the tips of his fingers trace up your side. When his hand slithers up to your face, you melt into the warm flesh of his palm, mouth opening up for him to unfurl into.

Then the back of your knees hit the bed, and you know it’s about to begin again. Without breaking the union of your lips, you clamber onto the sheets with his frame hovering over you. Grappling on his neck, you drag Taehyung atop you as your head sinks down onto the plush of the pillow.

He sucks on your plump bottom lip one last time before pulling away. Fluid still profusely oozing out of the slit of his tip, telltale of his concupiscence, he perches between your legs. ‘How do you want it, baby?’ His tone endearing, yet eyes deadly dangerous.

Impatient for him to fill you to the brim again, you lift your both legs up for him to grab and place onto his shoulders. ‘Like this please, daddy.’

That’s all you have to say for him to grunt okay and push deep into you, knees digging into the mattress like lampposts. In this position, his cock reaches your cervix without hindrance, his swollen head slamming into your end every thrust he gives. It’s a different type of ache this time, more acutely targeted at the one sensitive spot inside you. As he continues you thrust into you, bollocks swinging at your ass, a build up of sensitivity gathers at your core.

You feel it approaching, that imminent contortion of your cunt, looming over you, on the brink of toppling your senses.

‘Keep going.’ You whimper, the filthy feeling of his prick hammering so fast into you enough to bring tears to your eyes. You try to keep them open, watch his tongue poke out in concentration as he watches your body quiver under his. But the intensity of his fucking is truly too overwhelming that a single droplet leaks out and flow down your temple.

‘I’m so close.’ Taehyung heaves, pecking the bone of your ankle. Something ruptures within him, his sanity, humanity, and suddenly with an even more arduous determination he drives into your walls like a crazed beast. Sole purpose now to reach the climax awaiting him, he spreads your legs open wide before him and rabidly plunges his twitching prick.

And for the second and third time this night, your orgasm hits you, one immediately followed by the other. ‘Taehyung, I’m-’ You’re a crying thrashing body beneath him, the ecstatic pleasure obliterating your mind into ruins as your cunt erupts. The string of profanities that leave you sound incoherent to your own hearing.

You won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow, you’re sure of it.

Taehyung watches you break on his cock, walls tightening impossibly around him, until only a husk of your being remains.

‘Holy shit, I’m gonna come.’ Frantic with excitement, his hips move sloppily. ‘Where should I come?’

‘All over my face? In my mouth?’ Cupping your breast, you gaze up at him with salacious eyes.

‘Oh my fuck- Yes.’

Yanking himself out, a string of your own release threaded at his tip, he slides himself up the bed until his knees are on either side of your head. Pornographically he slaps his hot length on your cheek several times as you roll out your tongue for him. ‘You like that? You like my dick on your face?’

‘Hmmm.’ You engulf his seeping tip in your ready mouth while he jerks himself off with a teenage boy’s zest, his knuckles hitting at the underside of your chin.

Eager to coax his orgasm, you lick fervently at his sensitive head, right on the patch of skin around his slit that drives every man insane.

‘Oh fuck! Baby-’

Abruptly, he withdraws his cock from your mouth. Not after two strokes, he is shooting hot white spurts of his seed onto your face, your eyes shutting just in time to avoid being fired at. Some of his fluid lands in your mouth, brewing bitterly on your awaiting tongue. Eyes squeezed shut, his cock pulses involuntarily in his hand as he lurches his high to an end.

‘You look so fucking good with my cum all over your face.’ Taehyung stares at his piece of work, splattered across your cheeks, on your forehead, and unfortunately for you, in your hair. Feral demeanour dimming, he leans down and gently smears his ejaculation all over your skin before nudging it into your mouth.

Like his good little baby you are, you swallow it like it’s your milk.

‘Mm…’ Throat hoarse from all the moaning, you suck his taste off his thumb.

Exhaustion dawns over the both of you when the adrenaline drains from your blood. Ache straining between your thighs, you waddle over to the bathroom quickly before him cum dries into a crusty nightmare.

Your sex-ridden, hair-dishevelled, hickey-speckled reflection greets you in the mirror. Realisation of your actions sink into your heart along with the sour taste of guilt.

What the fuck have you done?

You just had the wildest sex with Taehyung, your new roommate.

Taehyung, your new roommate.

Taking a deep breath in and out, you try to form back the logic shattered by his brutal fucking. Why do you have to be the way that you are? Just why are you so incapable of controlling your nymphomania?

‘You okay?’ Taehyung’s bass booms from the bedroom, startling you from your turmoil.

You gave into your temptations. You fucked up.

But this isn’t unsalvageable, you two can recover from it. After all, it’s not like you have been lifelong best friends, you’ve only just met each other, still stepping into deeper stages of your friendship day by day. As long as you don’t let this happen again, stop seeing him in a sexual light, you two should be fine.

Yes, you’ll be fine.

Drying your washed face with a towel, your answer is muffled. ‘Yep, all good.’

When you roam back to the room, you see him sprawled out like a Greek God, still shirtless but now wearing sweatpants that outlines his bulge all too well, bed sheets bunched to the side to aerate his sweat-dampened body. His eyes crawl over your naked form with a thirst that has you willing to drop to your knees and suck him off again. Spoilt in the attention he’s doling you, you climb beside him perhaps too seductively than you should.

Stop. You shouldn’t.

Taehyung doesn’t waste a second to pull you into his chest and smother you with slow, passionate kisses. Such contradiction to his rough handling of you sheer minutes ago. His tongue feels heavier, nicer as it rolls along yours, maybe because you’re now sober, senses no longer dulled by alcohol.

It’s a difficulty to retract from his romantic poet of a mouth whose sole purpose is to entice you into its warm embrace. But you do. ‘Hey… We really shouldn’t have…’ You can’t bring yourself to finish your sentence because you care too much for his feelings to hurt him.

But then the cool nonchalance in his pupils relieve you of your fear. ‘Yeah… Probably not the smartest move.’

His fingers toy fondly with your hair, twirling it like a velvet ribbon. Eyes wide with his boyish innocence, you wonder if this is the same person who was just slapping his dick on your cheek and made you call him daddy. This trip was meant to allow you to understand him better, yet you remain stuck, perhaps more than before, in his enigma.

And you wonder how his girlfriend could ever have sought after anyone else Taehyung is… Well he has just done that…

‘It doesn’t change anything, right? We’re still friends?’ You want to roll out of his clasp yet his arms feel so soft and smooth and perfect to fall asleep in.

‘Of course, Y/N’ From the earnesty in his tone, you know you can trust his word.

To resume your previous playful dynamic, you pinch his nose between your knuckles. ‘Then let go of me, friends don’t cuddle.’

‘Friends do cuddle.’ He frowns, shocked as if you’ve just slapped him across the face with a whole cabbage of kimchi.

‘Uh… No they don’t.’ Repulsed by such affection, you try to wiggle away but he locks his arms around your torso like a vice.

‘I don’t know what kind of friends you’ve had, but you’re stuck with me now and in Taehyung-land: Friends. Cuddle.’ Blowing raspberries on your ticklish neck, he lets you squirm like a fish in attempt to escape his coddling, chest rumbling into your back with laughter. Your squeals of help turn into giggles. Raspberries turn into kisses.

You freeze. ‘Oi, friends don’t kiss friends’ necks.’

‘Come on, we just had sex, let me just kiss you a bit more.’ Watching him pout so babily, your heart squeezes. Fuck. Why is your heart squeezing?

But you kiss his jutted lips, still. Savouring his taste that you know you won’t have the chance to delight in again. ‘Fine, but if you try to kiss me tomorrow, I’ll kick your nuts.’

Taehyung takes that as a green light to use you as a snuggle toy for the rest of the night, mouth gallivanting the ocean that is your skin.

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07/09/18

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Get ready, cos this is a rant and a half.

Btw, cog spoilers. And later series spoilers.

As characters I love them both - James and Matthew - I wouldn’t say that I prefer either one.

However, as a relationship I think I prefer James??? For Cordelia.

But ultimately, I want her to be in a happy, healthy relationship, where she is valued and respected and not someone’s second choice (for example, with Grace)

And seeing as we have books, interviews and sources that go past this era of Cassie’s world, there’s a lot of scope for who she might end up with.

Cassie has said in a snippet and interview, that Chain of Iron will have a love triangle in a way she’s never done before.

She didn’t specify who, only that Matthew and Cordelia will have become very close by the beginning and throughout Chain of Iron.

However, that could still refer to a triangle between Matthew, James and Cordelia, OR between James, Cordelia and Grace.

But she’s also said that James has been sort of in love with Cordelia for years, he just didn’t know cos of the gracelet.

Now, based on found sources and follow up novels:

Matthew has blonde hair, but his father (Henry) had red. I don’t know what colour Charles has, but seeing as he’s a closeted gay, I want to assume that he will live a happy life out of the closet, so we won’t consider him in this for the moment.

I know that red hair can be a recessive gene, meaning that even though Matthew’s is blonde, his children or grandchildren could still show up with red hair. But I don’t know the biology of this, but I doubt it will be as prominent as every generation if it’s recessive. And we know that it becomes very generation.

Before the Infernal Devices (and until Charlotte married Henry) the Fairchild’s were known for having brown hair.

However, as we know as the world continues, it becomes a well known fact that Fairchild’s have red hair.

Now, this could be Cassie trying to trick us with the recessive gene bits, cos Matthew doesn’t have red hair, but Cordelia does.

So will he end up with her, meaning that all future generations will have red hair??? Or will the recessive gene become more prominent and become the norm in hair colours for the Fairchild’s???

Now, moving on to James and Cordelia

James was falling in love with Cordelia when he wasn’t wearing his bracelet, cos Grace has siren like abilities that worked on everyone but him cos of his demon blood, and she needed to have control over him

So, he was falling in love with Cordelia, and we can really dispute that, cos there’s lots of clues: calling her his daisy and his angel, the whispering room, etc.

But Matthew likened the situation to Will, Tessa and Jen, saying that if James really loved her he would just sink into the shadows, like Jem, but that James doesn’t love her. Which we know isn’t really true, cos James is falling in love with her, it’s just cos of the f*cking bracelet.

BUT in the found family tree (which Cassie has said isn’t completely accurate, but is based on what people in later books and time supposed to be fact, but is often incorrect) it is stated that I think in 1911, James and Cordelia have a son. And this is their only child, called Owen Herondale.

And if you go to the updated family tree, all the way to Jace, you can trace the line exactly back to Will and Tessa, and it has James, Cordelia and Owen on it.

However. That is a significant jump between the book chain of gold (set in I think 1903) and 1911 is when Owen is born

The found family tree also doesn’t have any Fairchild’s on it. And if you go to the updated version that goes all the way to Clary, between Matthew, Charles and Clary, it just says unknown generations.

Magnus (who is a legend and all round genius usually) was sure when he arrived at the engagement party that James and Cordelia were madly in love

Comparing them to Romeo and Juliet and saying that Grace is like Rosalind. Who was a bit careless with her (lack of) love for Romeo.

(Soz, back to my above point, the found family tree is not accurate. It got many dates and sometimes names wrong. So maybe Owen is James and Cordelia’s son, and he’s born earlier than the tree says)

Now, we know that while the concept of Romeo and Juliet is romantic and exciting, the reality is a three day marriage between a thirteen and sixteen year old that ended in multiple deaths and 2 suicides.

So. It could be that James and Cordelia are about to crash and burn, but hopefully not cos I still love their characters separate from each other

However, Magnus is comparing them to Romeo and Juliet without any context. All he knows (based on an earlier short story) is that Grace doesn’t care for James, which we obviously know. She’s just using him.

However, in other sources, Cassie has likened James and Cordelia to the characters in a thousand and one nights

Where a guy had his heart broken by one woman and was turned of love forever, and every time he married again he would kill his bride after their wedding night.

But then, he marries this woman and he doesn’t kill her, cos she reads a bit of a book to him, and she doesn’t finish it so he wants to hear more the next night, so he can’t kill her

And they continue for a thousand and one nights, and she never finishes, always leaving a little bit until the next night

And as we know, James and Cordelia are about to be married, and have talked about reading Cordelia’s favourite story together

After all that time, the guy falls in love with her and he never actually kills her, cos she cured his heart of his pain of being betrayed by his first love

Now, this sounds a lot like James and Grace and Cordelia

Maybe killing his love is like divorcing her with James and Cordelia?

This is a source found in art, so we’ll see

Ultimately, I just want to know which pairing to root for!!!

Soz this was soo long 😂I got carried away

But I do trust Cassie’s comparison more than Magnus’s, cos she’s the author and he just thinks whatever she wants him to think. But as readers, so do we.

Ughh I’m probs reading into this too much

@cassandraclare

[jovialyouthmusic]

Special Delivery

Fabio moves in, and Martin questions my judgement.

Word Count 2987

A/N Just a fluffy piece of self indulgence. A few swear words. 

No under 18s please

7 A New Lodger

The morning dawned bright with autumn sunshine, and I woke to find Ginger on the bedroom windowsill looking longingly out at the field behind the house.

‘Sorry Ginge’ I apologised. ‘It’ll be a while before you get to explore.’ He turned back to me, making a noise that told me he was a little disgruntled before he jumped down to demand breakfast. ‘Well it’s a good job you like Fabricio, he’ll be moving in today’ I said, leaning down to scratch his head, and he rose up to meet my hand and leaned heavily on my leg as if to say less talk, more food.

As I left him to scarf up his kibble, my phone dinged with a message from Martin.

Hey Lisa, Sue’s out for the day, want me to come up and do some gardening?

I’ll be busy today, soz

Well duh, was offering to help. I have cake.

I looked at the phone and sighed. Martin would find out sooner or later, so I’d better call, I thought. He picked up almost instantly.

‘Hey Martin, we need to talk.’

‘I can be there in ten.’ he replied eagerly, scenting gossip.

‘I – uh, I’ll be out in half an hour, that won’t work.’ Martin’s tone changed.

‘Okay Lisa, what have you done?’ he said darkly.

‘Funny story.’ I laughed apologetically ‘My friend slash brother is gong to be my new lodger.’ I heard him suck his breath in.

‘Please tell me you mean at Jackson street – no, wait – that would make him a tenant. For fucks sake Leese, he’s moving in with you?’

‘Kind of.’

‘He either is or he isn’t. Shit, you only met him less than a week ago.’

‘Please don’t freak, Martin. It will be fine. Ginger likes him, and he’s a great judge of character.’

‘Ginger also likes chasing mice and leaving their corpses by your bed.’ he scolded ‘This guy delivers pizza for fuck’s sake.’

‘Okay, if you’re going to carry on being negative I’m going to cut you off.’ I took a deep breath as Martin remained silent. ‘It’s just a temporary thing, he’s looking for modelling jobs. It’s what he does, he’ll be off on a shoot for a few days and then come back. He just ran short of funds and had to hole up for a while. This way he has somewhere nice to live and will be able to make more money before he goes home.’

‘Why don’t you just rent him your old place?’ Martin asked.

‘It’s not ready yet, and it would be too expensive.’ I paused for a moment, and he waited, the silence oozing sceptiscism.  ‘It’s different here Mar, the neighbours are too far away to notice if I fall down the stairs, break my neck and Ginge decides I’m dinner. I’d feel safer having someone around. I was going to advertise for a lodger anyway. This way I have someone to help out straight away.’

‘Right. Did he pressure you into this, Leese? Because that’s manipulative.’

‘No, he didn’t. It was my idea. He did say he was getting bad vibes off some of the others in his building, but that was after I offered.’

‘Think hard now, Leese.’ Martin persisted ‘No big hints, no puppy dog eyes?’

‘Puppies have brown eyes, Mar. Fabio’s eyes are grey.’

‘You know damn well what I mean.’

‘No, no hints, no pleading, no sob story. I’ll be fetching him soon. He’s got Dad’s old bike and he’ll take that to work and back.’

‘Well I suppose it’s too late to stop you.’ he said reluctantly ‘But the moment anything seems off – anything negative, let me know. I’m going to be checking up on you – every day, you hear me?’

‘As long as it doesn’t trigger Sue.’

‘To hell with Sue. If she doesn’t understand…’ he paused ‘Look, I can still come over today, so he knows I’ve got your back.’

‘If you want to bring over a housewarming present I guess I couldn’t stop you. Even if it’s only a pot plant.’

‘Cake.’ he said assertively. ‘How does two this afternoon suit you?’

‘I can make sure we’re in – I’ll make like it’s a surprise.’

‘That sounds like a cunning plan. Okay Les, see you later.’

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Fabio rang me later, and I went to his flat to pick him up. He was waiting outside with a large wheeled suitcase and his backpack. I got out to open the boot, and he came round to swing his suitcase in before lightly touching my shoulder and kissing me on the cheek.

‘Gracias, Lisa.’ he smiled ‘This means so much to me. I love to stay with people who live in the places I visit.’

‘De nada.’ I said, and he grinned even wider as I told him you’re welcome in his native language.

‘Your accent is very English.’ he said. ‘But I also have an accent, so we are even.’ He smiled ‘Wait a moment please, there is something else’ He vanished back into the house and came out again holding a large bunch of flowers. I blushed furiously as he handed them to me and again kissed me on the cheek.

‘Oh Fabio you shouldn’t have’ I protested. His lips lingered near my ear for a moment, sending shivers down my spine.

‘I have a bottle of wine in my bag. Tonight we get drunk together, no?’ I laughed nervously.

‘Just a little.’

‘Si, solo un poco, just a little.’ He pulled away and I put the flowers carefully onto the back seat. We got into the car and belted ourselves in before setting off. he leaned back in his seat and watched the passing streets.

‘How was the gym?’ 

‘Muy bueno. Very good, my belly will be flat soon, you will see.’ he said, patting his stomach. I swallowed at the thought of his muscled torso. ‘How is your cat? Is he happy in his new home?’

‘He wants to go outside.’ I said, glad of the distraction. ‘He has to stay in – you must be careful when we get there. Don’t open the kitchen door until the porch door is closed, and don’t leave your window open.’

‘Cómo no – of course.’ he replied. ‘Tonight we eat together, yes?’

‘Yes, I thought perhaps some salmon and salad, will that suit you?’

‘Muy Beuno, delicioso.’

‘Ginger will be happy, he loves fish.’ 

Once at the house, Fabio took his suitcase into his room and I put the kettle on for tea.

‘I’ve got some soup for lunch, you can have some if you like.’ I offered as he came out of his room a little while later. He accepted, and I set about getting things ready. Ginger came down from the upstairs bedroom and rubbed himself around Fabricio’s legs.

‘Can I pick him up?’ he asked. ‘He won’t bite?’

‘No, Ginge is very chilled – relaxed. If he wriggles put him down.’ The cat allowed himself to be hoisted up and started to purr as Fabio scratched his chin and ears.

‘We get on well, you and I.’ Fabio said ‘together, we look after Lisa, yes?’ Ginger wriggled, and he put him carefully back on the floor.

‘I think it’s me looking after you two.’ I joked as I handed him the bread to take through to the dining room.

‘We all look after each other then.’ he smiled. We sat and ate lunch quietly.

‘Is there anything you want to do today?’ I asked ‘There’s a wood nearby, we could go for a walk, and perhaps tomorrow we could go out to the coast.’

‘There are beaches?’

‘Yes, but it’s too late in the year and too cold to sunbathe or go swimming. It’s mostly estuary here anyway.’

‘Estuary?’ 

‘Where the rivers go into the sea. It’s tidal, not proper seaside.’

‘Ah entiendo – I understand.’ He reached out to take my empty bowl and stood to take the dishes to the kitchen. ‘We walk later – now I must read my emails and send one to my mother.’

‘The internet’s all set up, I’ll give you the password.’

‘Let me wash up, senora.’ he said, and I blinked at the formality of ‘senora’, but said nothing.

‘Okay, just leave it to drain and I’ll put it away. I have some sorting to do upstairs. Remember, don’t let Ginger out.’

‘Lo siento. Call me when you are ready.’

Once upstairs I spent some time sorting out clothes, and calculated when to go out so that we would be back before Martin came. I decided not to leave it to chance and texted him to delay him a little longer, then went down to find no trace of my lodger, so I tapped on his door.

‘If you’d like, we can go out now.’ I suggested. He appeared quickly, pulling on a jacket and holding a pair of boots to replace his trainers.

‘It’s not such a tough walk as the hills.’ I explained ‘But if you wanted to go running it’s a good route.’ We set off down a nearby side road until we hit the entrance to the wood, and turned off to take the path. He agreed that it was an excellent place for running, save for the odd dog walker who had omitted to clear up after their pet. We were out for just less than an hour, turning back when the sky started to darken and arriving back as the first drops of rain started to fall.

‘Lisa.’ Fabio said ‘We should talk more about me being here.’ I felt a little thrill as we stood together in the kitchen, me fussing with cups ready to make more tea, more to occupy myself than anything else, feeling a little awkward. Martin would make an appearance soon, I thought.

‘Oh yes?’ I asked ‘What did you want to say?’ He rubbed the back of his neck and leaned back on the kitchen counter.

‘Well’ he said ‘I said I want to be more than a brother to you.’ I tried to keep my expression neutral, wondering where he was going with the conversation, a sick excited feeling in the pit of my stomach. As I hadn’t answered him, he went on ‘Before you invited me to live here’ he continued.

‘Yes, that’s so.’ I responded, and he stood clear of the counter.

‘I don’t want you to be uncomfortable’ he said, holding his palms out to me ‘I would never do anything you don’t like.’ My heart hammered in my chest. ‘You have no boyfriend?’ he asked as I remained silent, mind whirling. ‘Do you like men? Did someone hurt you?’ I laughed awkwardly.

‘That’s a lot of questions.’ I said, taking a deep breath. ‘No, I have no-one special right now, yes I do like men - and no, nobody hurt me. I’ve had – a few relationships but nothing that lasted more than a year or so.’

‘You look for your someone special?’ he asked ‘Someone who’s not just staying for a few months?’

‘I don’t know’ I said ‘I’ve not had much luck so far. I think – Fabio, it’s not easy. My heart tells me one thing and my head another.’

‘Your heart tells you what?’ he smiled. I felt a little dizzy.

‘It tells me…’ at that moment the doorbell rang, and I jumped violently.

‘Hey Leese!’ Martin’s voice came from outside the porch. I was frozen for a moment, and Fabio looked startled. I tore my gaze away from him to go and answer ‘I was just passing, can I come in? I brought cake to celebrate your move.’ Martin said, winking broadly. I cursed his sense of timing and plastered a smile onto my face.

‘Martin, what a surprise. We were just making tea.’

‘We?’ he asked innocently, handing me a box.

‘Umm yeah – you met Fabio.’ I lead him into the kitchen and Fabio shifted self consciously, flashing his white toothed smile. ‘He’s my new lodger.’ The two men shook hands.

‘Hello again.’ said Martin ‘You’re a lucky man, finding a place like this to stay – and Lisa, of course. How did you meet again?’

‘Now come on Martin.’ I said ‘I know how you take your tea. Go through into the lounge and I’ll put this out onto a plate.’

‘Excuse me.’ Fabio said. ‘I go to the bathroom, wash my hands.’

‘Here, let me see to the cake.’ said Martin loudly as Fabio left the kitchen.

‘Well that was fucking subtle.’ I hissed at him ‘asking him how we met. I don’t want you to scare him, just be polite and interested.’

‘You know how I feel, Leese’ he answered in a low tone.

‘Well your timing was just great, Einstein. Here, take the cake through, we’ll have it in the lounge.’ In minutes we were all seated, Martin on one end of the couch and Fabio at the other, the cake and plates on the coffee table. Martin sat back, foot balanced on his knee, and Fabio leaned toward me, elbows on his knees. I took a slice of the cake and offered it to Fabio

‘Just a little.’ he said. ‘remember, I must look good for work.’

‘It’s easy to work this stuff off.’ Martin assured him ‘special low calorie stuff.’ I snorted

‘He’s lying.’ I sighed.

‘Joking, not lying’ he retorted.

‘So, Lisa didn’t tell me very much about you’’ Fabio said, regarding the cake before turning to Martin and asking ‘How did you meet?’ I laughed.

‘Well played, Fabio. We met at Tai Chi class, and Martin also did yoga. He takes his own classes now, in Ashtanga yoga’ Martin sat up straight and puffed his chest out a little.

‘Oh, my brother’s sister does Ashtanga’ Fabio said. ‘Es muy dificil – very difficult. You must be very fit to teach it.’ Martin smirked a little, his ego stoked.

‘Oh, do you do yoga?’ he asked in a slightly superior tone.

‘No, I go to the gym, I run.’ he replied. At that moment Ginger came into the room, obviously disturbed from a nap by our voices.

‘Hey little man.’ Martin said. ‘How’re you enjoying your new home?’

‘He’s not allowed out yet.’ I explained.

‘Oh bad luck, fuzzface’ he said, reaching down to scratch his head. Ginger ducked away from him and sat by me, regarding the cake with interest.

‘No cake for you.’ I said ‘If you’re staying in, you’re not getting enough exercise, so short rations I’m afraid.’

‘Oh pobre gato.’ poor cat Fabio said, reaching out with his hand and flicking his fingers. Ginger went over to him for some attention and sympathy.

‘Well will you look at that.’ said Martin. ‘the little fella likes you.’ Fabio shrugged

‘Cats like me. Ginger is muy chulo – a cool cat.’

‘El gato churo?’ I asked. Fabricio threw back his head and laughed.

‘I am here to learn English better, not teach Spanish.’ He turned his gaze to mine ‘Have you been to Espana, Lisa? It is a beautiful place. I go to Madrid, to Barcelona. Muy hermoso’

‘No, I’ve not travelled outside Britain, I get stressed out travelling.’ His face fell.

‘Oh but travelling is so exciting.’

‘I love going to new places, it’s getting there that I’m not keen on.’ I explained ‘I’m scared that I’ll miss my flight or get lost.’

‘That is very sad.’ he said, then his face lit up ‘You should come with me on a shoot, I look after you.’ Martin cleared his throat and glared at me.

‘Well I need to get Ginger settled before…’ my voice trailed away.

‘Is just an idea.’ Fabio said, and took a bite of the cake. ‘This is good.’ he waved it at Martin. ‘You make this?’ Martin made a sour face.

‘No, my partner did. Stress baking.’ he looked at his own slice and took a bite ‘I think she makes it to make me fat so I can’t teach yoga. Most of my students are women, and she’s very possessive.’ Fabio’s eyes widened for a moment. He reached over and patted Martin’s knee sympathetically.

‘That is too bad. Take her some flowers, make her feel special.’ Martin’s eyes flicked to the flowers in the window, the ones that Fabio had bought for me.

‘She’d just think I’d done something bad and was trying to compensate.’ he sighed ‘Honestly Leese, I don’t know how much longer I can take this. I can see me moving back in with my parents.’

‘I have a spare house for rent.’ I grinned. He rolled his eyes.

‘I’ll stick it out a bit longer, thanks.’ We all chatted on, and the atmosphere settled to a relaxed ambience, albeit with a few undercurrents. Before long we had finished the cake and tea, and Martin announced he had better go back before Sue got home. I walked out with him to his car, the grass wet from the rain shower earlier.

‘Well I guess either he is a nice guy, or he’s not shown his true colours’ Martin said ‘But did you see how he put his hand on my knee earlier? Gay.’ I snorted.

‘It’s just his Latino mannerisms.’ I reassured him. ‘You can’t judge him by our buttoned up British standards.’ He tutted, then threw his arms wide for a bear hug. I leaned into him, feeling his reassuring solidity. He drew away and smiled ruefully.

‘You take care, Lisa. Any funny business, any steps out of line and call me. I’ll be here in a shot, never mind Sue.’

‘Thanks, but I don’t think it’ll be necessary.’ I assured him. ‘I’ll keep you updated.’ He got in the car and wound down his window.

‘Knickers on, legs crossed.’ he told me gravely before he reversed, turned, and pulled out carefully onto the road and I waved him goodbye.

[helloalycia]

cheater [one] | kara danvers

summary: after catching your girlfriend cheating on you, kara happens to be there for you when you've never felt more alone

warning/s: cheating I guess?

author's note: there's another two parts to this because it was pretty long and I had to split it lol soz guys

part two | part three | masterlist | wattpad

       "I think that's a wrap," Kara said with relief, smiling as she closed her notebook. "I can begin writing this up tomorrow."

      "I can't wait to read it," I told her honestly, returning her smile. "You've got the quotes, you've got the story, you've got the pictures. It can't go wrong."

      Kara chuckled as she began to pack up. "You're right. Thank you for staying late with me to help me finish the prep. I owe you."

      "It's nothing." I waved her off as I also stood up and packed away. "You've helped me out a ton of times. It's the least I could do."

      She didn't say anything, but the appreciative smile on her lips said enough. I checked the time on one of the many clocks hung on the walls of CatCo and decided to give my girlfriend a quick call.

      "Hello?"

      "Anna, love, hey," I said, an automatic smile appearing on my lips. "What are you doing right now? I thought we could hang out tonight. I know it's late, but Kara and I finished up some work so I thought I could stop by."

      Anna sounded tired as she answered, "Aw, babe, I'm glad that you got your work done, but I'm half asleep between episodes of The Office and I don't think I can stay awake long enough to do something. I'm sorry."

      I shook my head, despite being on the phone. "Oh, no, it's okay, no need to apologise. I'll leave you to it... I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"

      "See you tomorrow," she replied. "Love you."

      "I love you, too," I said, before hanging up.

      "That Anna?" Kara asked, glancing up at me as she grabbed her bag. "She doing good? I haven't seen much of her lately."

      "Yeah, she's good, she's been busy sorting out that new summer segment for the fashion section," I said, pocketing my phone and grabbing my own bag.

      "Oh, yeah, I saw, that looks pretty cool," Kara nodded as the two of us began to walk to the lift.

      "Yeah," I agreed, a little half-heartedly.

      It went quiet as the two of us rode the lift down to the lobby, until Kara suddenly spoke up.

      "Hey, erm, since you've not got plans, do you want to maybe get some ice cream?" she asked, before a confused smile appeared on her face as if she was unsure to why she was asking me in the first place.

      I smiled with amusement. "I guess, yeah. Bit random, I must admit."

      Kara rubbed the back of her neck as she glanced down at her shoes. "Yeah, well, I'm in the mood for something sweet. And it can be my treat. Y'know, for helping me."

      I shrugged, still smiling. "I won't say no to free ice cream."

      She met my eyes, a glint of excitement in her own. "Great. I know a place. It's a little out, but it's really good."

      As we walked out of the lift, I nodded. "You know your food, Danvers, you have all of my trust."

      She laughed, giving me a glance before leading me outside to hail a taxi.

      I'd hung out with Kara a handful of times – we worked together and naturally became work friends, so I was used to her random ideas and acts of kindness from her. So, allowing her to take me to get ice cream downtown at almost midnight was definitely a little out there, but nothing too unusual.

      "What d'you think?" Kara asked, a massive grin on her face that made her blue eyes sparkle.

      "This is really good," I admitted, chuckling when I saw her first pump.

      "I knew you'd love it," she said, before accepting her own ice cream cone off the salesman.

      "You know what you'd love?" I asked, a thought coming to mind. She hummed as she dove into her ice cream, unable to speak. I smiled with amusement as I continued. "Mr Whippy."

      "Mr what-y?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

      "Mr Whippy," I repeated, noting her urge to laugh. "It's an ice cream we have back in England. You get it from ice cream vans in the summer and it's basically a soft, white ice cream. They put sherbet, sprinkles and whatever sauce you want on it. Usually raspberry though. Then they add a flake and it's complete! It's the best thing ever. Immediate sugar rush. You'd love it."

      "Sounds like my kind of thing," she said, eagerly.

      "Definitely," I agreed, walking out of the ice cream shop with her.

      "Right now though, this is definitely hitting the spot..."

      I stopped listening to Kara as I looked ahead and furrowed my eyebrows. There was a restaurant opposite the ice cream shop and it looked like my girlfriend was sat inside, laughing over dinner with another girl. Huh..?

      "...and you're not listening. What's up, Y/N?"

      Kara followed my gaze and judging by the way she tensed up, my thoughts were confirmed. I wasn't imagining it – Anna was definitely sat there with another girl. Or should I say she was now kissing another girl.

      "Y/N... I don't... I..."

      Kara hesitated, unsure what to say, but I could feel her staring at me with pity.

      I reached for my phone and called Anna, waiting as it rang. I looked up and saw Anna interrupting sucking face with a girl who I didn't recognise to check her phone. I swallowed the lump in my throat as she checked the caller ID and declined the call, before getting back to the girl she was with. I chewed on the inside of my mouth as I locked my phone, forcing myself to look away.

      "Y/N–"

      "Am I alright to go home?" I asked, my voice surprisingly quiet and steady.

      Kara tried to meet my eyes, but I avoided hers, embarrassed enough as it was.

      "Yeah, of course," she replied, squeezing my arm gently. "I'll get you a cab. Come on."

      I nodded and followed her, but not before glancing behind me one last time. I don't know if I expected to not see anything, but that wasn't the case. Anna was still sat there with somebody else, leaning into her and laughing at whatever.

      She was still cheating and I was still left hurting.

***

      My eyes were glued to my computer screen when I heard her voice, calling for me like usual. Except it wasn't like usual because now I knew the truth.

      "Babe, I thought I'd drop by your desk and see how you're doing." Anna leaned down and tried to kiss me, but I moved my head, resulting in her kissing my cheek. She frowned as she pulled away. "Hey, I'm sorry about last night..." No, you're not. "I know you wanted to hang out, but I was falling asleep." No, you weren't. "But you hung out with Kara, right? You said you got ice cream?" Yeah and I saw you cheat on me. "Sounds fun!"

      I swallowed hard and forced a small smile as I looked up to her. I tried to understand how this woman who I'd grown to love could throw it all away as if it meant nothing, so she could be with someone else? If she wanted to break up with me, she should have just done it. I would have preferred that over being cheated on and used like an accessory. I used to look at her and feel love. Now all I felt was pain.

      "It's okay, I did end up going out with Kara," I said, maintaining my voice and any stutter. "It was nice. But I was thinking that maybe we could go out for lunch today? If you're not too busy?" Too busy making out with other girls.

      "That sounds great," she agreed, a plastic smile on her face. "I'll see–"

      "Sorry to interrupt," a woman approached, and I widened my eyes when I realised it was the woman from last night. She was the new fashion intern. "Miss Fox, we need you to look at the layout for this week's issue. It's a group effort."

      I felt my mouth go dry as I looked between them both. They were smiling innocently, but their eyes spilled a million secrets. She was cheating on me with the intern?

      "How many times have I told you, Katy, you can call me Anna," Anna said, playfully. "I'm not that much older than you."

      "Right," Katy agreed, playing the part. "My apologies, Anna."

      "I should get going," Anna said, looking to me with a smile, "but I'll see you here in a few hours to get lunch."

      I nodded, unable to get words out without screaming. Anna blew a kiss towards me before following Katy out of here. My stomach turned at how many times I'd seen them together in the past and how I never knew. I didn't notice Katy much – I was a news reporter, not fashion. I rarely saw her. But she saw me evidently. Everybody at CatCo knew Anna and I were together, so she wasn't exactly in the dark. She was knowingly with my girlfriend. And knowingly playing me, just like Anna.

      I tried not to let that sour thought disrupt me from my work, but it was hard. I felt like somebody was sitting on my chest, squeezing it tighter and tighter and making me extremely uncomfortable. I just had to make it to lunch, where I would confront Anna and make her admit that she was cheating on me. That she was a horrible fucking person. That she broke my heart and that she broke me. She... she broke me.

      Lunch time rolled around soon enough and I found myself walking towards Noonan's with Anna when I stopped us from going any further. Every second more I spent pretending I didn't know felt like a disgusting coat of shame I was carrying. I didn't know how she did it – the very thought made me feel revolting. I couldn't even walk to the coffee shop with her, let alone sit through a lunch with her. I had to do it now.

      "Why did we stop?" Anna asked, confused as she turned around to look at me. "What's–"

      "You're cheating on me," I blurted out, before breathing out slowly. No going back now.

      "What?" she played dumb, raising her eyebrows. "Y/N, are you crazy?"

      I clenched my jaw, shaking my head. How could she keep pretending, even when I called her out on it?

      "I saw you last night," I said, meeting her eyes. I needed to see the realisation in hers when she knew I knew the truth. The guilt, if any. "Kara took me to an ice cream place downtown. Not somewhere I usually go. But you knew that. That's why you took Katy to dinner down there. Right?"

      Her mouth closed slowly as she stared at me with a blank expression, but I could see the desperation creeping in her eyes.

      "How– how long has this been going on for?" I asked, cursing inwardly at my stutter.

      "It's not what you think," Anna tried to amend the situation.

      "I saw you kiss her!" I shouted angrily, earning the attention of some bystanders, but I didn't care. "And you declined my call! I'm not stupid, Anna! Now, how long?"

      She looked down to her shoes, purposely avoiding my eyes. "A few months..."

      I breathed out through my nose, feeling my heart begin to ache. A few months. She was with somebody else whilst with me for a few months.

      "Are you sleeping with her?"

      "Y/N, what good will this do you?" she asked, trying to divert the question.

      "None of this is doing me any good, but I deserve to know," I told her sternly, containing my anger. And I'll know just how stupid I was to trust you.

      Anna didn't answer straight away, but eventually, I saw her nod slightly. So, that answers that then. She was sleeping with another woman whilst being in a relationship with me. Lovely.

      "I'm sorry," she muttered, finally lifting her eyes to mine. "I didn't want you to find out like this."

      "Sounds like you didn't want me to find out at all," I got out, my voice cracking.

      My eyesight was getting blurry and that's when I realised that I couldn't contain my emotions for much longer. I needed to go. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of watching me get upset.

      "I don't want you to speak to me unless it's work-related," I told her calmly.

      "Y/N, please let me explain–"

      "I mean what I said," I snapped, before turning to leave.

      I speed-walked away, hoping to God that she wasn't following me. If she was, she would have seen me wipe the stray tears from my face and suck up a deep shaky breath.

      When returning to the office, I made sure I looked presentable in the toilets before heading to my desk. On the way, I passed Kara at her desk and caught her gaze.

      After getting a taxi home last night, I never really spoke to her this morning and I felt a little guilty for just leaving so suddenly. She must have felt very awkward to be with me as I found out Anna's secret. I wanted to apologise, but I didn't trust myself right now because I was still pretty sensitive from before.

      Kara flashed me a concerned smile, to which I returned with the most convincing smile I could muster, before I headed to my desk to get on with some work.

      I didn't see Anna or Katy for the rest of the day which I was glad for – now if only that could last the rest of my life. I did see Kara however, who kindly decided to stop by my desk towards the end of the day.

      "Hey...," she greeted, hanging by my desk but not quite committing to staying.

      I appreciated her thoughtfulness and decided to give her my full attention, hoping she'd get the hint she could stay. "Hey, Kara."

      She offered a small smile as she sat at the edge of my desk. Concern flashed in her eyes though, as she asked, "How are you doing?"

      I pursed my lips, ignoring the sharp pain in my heart. "I'm fine."

      Kara nodded, and I almost thought she would accept my answer and leave it there, but then she looked back to me with a nervous look.

      "I know it's not any of my business, but did you talk to Anna about... you know?"

      I nodded slowly, eyes flickering to my desk. "Yeah. I did."

      I looked up when I felt Kara's hand rest on mine, giving it a gentle squeeze.

      "I'm sorry," she said, a frown on her lips. "About what happened."

      "You don't need to say sorry for anything," I said with a careless shrug, before adding, "but I'm sorry for letting it ruin our evening. I was having fun for what it's worth."

      Kara cracked a small sad smile. "It didn't ruin anything. I just want you to know that I'm here for you. If you wanna talk about it. Or if you just want to hang out and not talk about it at all. Either way..."

      "You're here."

      "Yeah."

      "Thanks." I looked up and met her eyes. They were kind and generous and thoughtful all at once, making me feel like I wasn't completely alone.

      She nodded, her smile still present, before standing up and saying, "I'll leave you to it then."

      "Bye, Kara."

***

      It hadn't even been a day when Anna tried to talk to me again. She obviously didn't respect me enough, nor feel any amount of guilt enough to leave me the hell alone like I asked.

      "Can we talk?" she asked for the millionth time, standing in front of my desk, looking down at me with pleading eyes. "Please, Y/N."

      I stayed quiet, continuing to ignore her and instead look at my computer screen. I didn't want to speak to her because I had nothing more to say, and she knew that. She broke my heart and I was just trying to forget about it. Forget about her. I couldn't do that if she wouldn't leave me alone!

      "Y/N, you have to let me say something," she tried again, making me roll my eyes. "I want to make this right. Or at least explain!"

      I gritted my teeth as I tried to keep up my act of pretending she didn't exist. It was growing increasingly difficult however.

      "Y/N–"

      "Hey, guys," Kara swooped in out of nowhere, and I looked up, never more glad to see her face than I was now. She glanced between Anna and I before directing her question at me. "Everything okay?"

      I caught sight of Anna rolling her eyes in my peripheral, making me squeeze my hands together with annoyance.

      "Yes, everything's fine, Danvers," she spoke up, a hint of frustration laced in her voice. "We're just talking. Do you mind?"

      Kara pursed her lips in response, merely ignoring Anna's passive aggressiveness and instead looking to me for a response. I gave her a pleading look and she nodded subtly before smiling.

      "Y/N, you up for that coffee run yet?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

      Already locking my computer and grabbing my bag, I nodded and stood up. "Yeah, sounds good."

      Anna groaned quietly as I walked around her to stand by Kara. She tried to reach out to me, but I stepped back as if she had the plague and thankfully, Kara stepped between us, staring her down.

      I didn't know what she did, but it seemed to work as Anna backed off, letting Kara and I walk away. I breathed out with relief as we headed to the lift, feeling grateful for the blonde's presence.

       “Thanks for that," I said when we were in the lift. I looked up to meet her eyes, offering a small smile.

      She returned the smile, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "Any time."

      Kara was a kind person. It was something I'd always known, I mean, we always helped each other out with our articles and she was always interested in what was new with me at work. We were good friends, but since breaking up with Anna, I truly saw how much our friendship meant to her. A lot more than I thought, apparently.

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      A week had passed since I broke up with her and I was trying very hard not to concern myself with why we broke up. If I sat for too long thinking about the fact that I obviously wasn't good enough for her, or that she would have rather strung me along whilst with someone else than break up with me, or how how I was evidently a shitty girlfriend to be faithful to, then I would have broken down. And I didn't want to be one of those girls who cried her heart out because of a break up. I refused to be that girl, be that cliché.

      But sometimes clichés are clichés for a reason.

      I was signing off on a parcel at the reception on our floor when I felt Kara's presence beside me.

       “Hey," she greeted me. "How are things?"

      She'd been checking in on me whenever she saw me around the office, and even took me out for lunch and coffee when she could. I knew what she was doing and I appreciated it a lot. She truly was a blessing.

      I smiled, looking up at her. She was already staring at me with sparkling blue eyes.

      "I'm good, Kara," I assured her. "Especially since you asked me twenty minutes ago when you stopped by my desk."

      She pressed her lips together into a sheepish smile as she looked down to her shoes with embarrassment. One of the few reasons left to smile was Kara's silly antics, and I found it amusing that she felt the need to constantly make sure I was okay. It was cute.

      "Sorry, I just wanted to make sure," she said, making me chuckle.

      "It's cool," I said, accepting my parcel from the receptionist.

      I was ready to walk back to my desk, but the sight of Anna and Katy kissing behind Kara caught my attention. I forgot how to breathe for a moment, feeling like the wind had been smacked out of me, as I saw them making out. She'd moved on already, with the girl she'd cheated on me with. Because she'd done that. Cheated on me. She cheated on me.

      I noticed a few people in the hall glancing between them and I, evidently picking up on the fact that we were no longer together. It didn't take a genius to know what they were thinking – I was pathetic. I was supposed to move past all of this, but seeing Anna there, absolutely fine... I couldn't take it anymore. I was sick of bottling it up.

      Kara glanced behind her, following my gaze, and gasped a little. I felt my throat close up, my cheeks heating up with embarrassment. I felt like an idiot.

      "I'm sorry, I've gotta go," I croaked out, neglecting my parcel at the reception desk and backing up.

      Kara spun around to me again, her eyes widened with pity. I hated it, knowing she felt bad for me. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat as I walked away, eventually running to the toilets so I could escape this suffocating situation.

      Fresh tears were flowing from my eyes when I reached the toilets. Thankfully, the cubicles were empty and nobody was here to see me look so pathetic. I stopped by the sinks and clutched my stomach, feeling sick.

      My hands began to shake and it was as if all the pain from the past week had reached its boiling point and was spilling over. My heart felt like it was crumbling, the image of Anna and Katy kissing playing in my mind over and over. She didn't want me anymore. She stopped wanting me a long time ago.

      I looked to the toilet door when I heard it open, glad to see it was just Kara, though I was still embarrassed because of what she was seeing.

      She stopped when she saw me, frowning as she took in my appearance. "Oh, Y/N."

      I shook my head, one hand still clutching my stomach tightly. "I– I don't understand h– how somebody can do that."

      She didn't know what to say, but when she stepped forward, I moved towards her, falling into her embrace. She held me close as I cried into her arms, finally letting it all out. It felt good to stop avoiding my pain. But it hurt a lot. I was convinced my heart would never recover.

      Kara simply held me, rubbing circles on my back and telling me it would be okay. I wasn't sure if I believed her, but she had a special talent of making you want to. She was warm and comforting and her voice was soft and inviting. I wanted to believe her.

      I wasn't sure how long we stayed like that, but I eventually ran out of tears, leaving only pure embarrassment as I pulled away from Kara. I avoided her eyes as she kept ahold of my hands, squeezing them comfortingly.

      "I think I'm gonna take you home, Y/N," she said quietly, and I could feel her eyes piercing through me. "Is that okay?"

      I wanted to tell her it was okay to leave me. That I'd be fine and I could get home myself. I didn't need her help. But the truth was, I didn't want her to leave. Not now. I didn't want to be alone.

      I nodded and she breathed out a little, keeping ahold of one of my hands as she held me out of the toilets. I kept my eyes glued to the floor as she told me to wait on the side as she went to grab my bag and hers. It didn't take her long to join my side again, grasping my hand in hers.

      She ended up taking me back to my flat, coming inside with me and sitting me on the couch. I was surprised that she joined me.

      "When you're ready to talk, I'll be here," she said, and I looked up to see her watching me with certainty. "Even if you don't want to talk, I'll be here."

"Thank you, Kara," I said, my voice dry, making me clear my throat.

      "Come on, we can watch some TV," she said, moving forward to grab the remote off the coffee table.

      She flicked between the channels and eventually settled on Brooklyn Nine-Nine. It played for the next ten minutes or so, but I wasn't listening. I was trapped in my own thoughts, unable to stop thinking about how I ended up here. How I ended up crying over somebody who I once loved. This time last week, we were happy. And now... now I didn't know what to do.

      "Y/N," Kara said, pulling me from my thoughts. I looked up and she was frowning, moving forward to wipe away some tears from my face. I didn't even realise I'd been crying again.

      "She did something wrong, yet I'm the one suffering," I said quietly, swallowing hard. "How is that fair?" I paused, my fingers fidgeting uncomfortably. "How is it fair that she's making me feel insecure about myself? I feel like... I feel like this is my fault... I know it's not, but... but it feels like it is. She... she cheated on me. It had to have been my fault. Nobody just cheats..."

      "You're not to blame, Y/N," Kara said, resting a hand on my fidgeting ones. They stopped. "You did nothing wrong, you hear me? Cheating on somebody is disgusting. There's no justification. She's the one who should feel insecure. It's all her fault and... gosh, one second."

      She let go of me and pulled her phone from her pocket, raising it to her ear. "Alex, what's up?" I watched as she seemed tense, turning around slightly. "But you can handle it, right? ...No, I'm with Y/N... I'd prefer not to... You've got this... Okay, thanks. Let me know how it goes later... Bye."

      She turned around and pocketed her phone, relaxing into her seat. "Sorry about that."

      "You can go if you need to," I said, feeling guilty for keeping her. "It sounded important."

      "No, no, it wasn't," she said, waving her hand, before peering at me with sincerity. "I'm here. And I was saying how none of this is your fault. It's hers. She should feel horrible."

      "She seems pretty happy with Katy," I pointed out, smiling sadly. "I'm the one crying on the couch."

      "Because you actually have feelings unlike some people." Kara shook her head. "This isn't your fault. I can promise you that. I know it's hurts. It will. Because you loved her. But you'll get through it. It won't hurt forever."

      "You make it sound easy."

      She cracked a small smile. "I know it's not. But you're not alone."

      "You've said."

      "Well, I mean it."

      "I know." I rested my hand on hers and met her eyes. "Thank you for being here. I don't know if it's because you feel obligated to, since you were there when I found out, but–"

      "That's not it," she cut me off.

      "Well, thank you," I finished, nodding slightly. "You're gonna get sick of my face eventually, but I'll make the most of having you around, Danvers."

      "You can't get rid of me that easily, Y/L/N," she joked, leaning forward to pull me in for a side hug. "I'm–"

      "Here, I got it."

      "Doesn't seem like it."

      I couldn't help but smile as I glanced up at the blonde, seeing the amusement dancing in her blue eyes.

      "There's that smile I missed," she pointed out, grinning down at me.

      I rolled my eyes and faced the TV again, but my smile was still present. I wasn't getting rid of Kara and I wasn't complaining. I didn't want to be alone and she was better company than I could have asked for. God bless Kara Danvers.

[angelicspaceprince]

Photographs

Author:  Ama

Title: Photographs

Pairing: Established Beetlejuice/Reader, friends Beetlejuice and Lydia

Character/s: Beetlejuice, Lydia.

Word Count: 1, 814 words

Warnings: Mentions of yellow fever and death, possible historical inaccuracies, Beetleboi being a sad boi.

Tags:  @justballoonfishthings, @beetlejuicecansteponme, @yankyo, @beetlebitchywitch, @scribblepigeon, @trelaney, @kyuubinu, @imma-fucking-nerd (some I tagged bc I wanted you to suffer with me, others bc I’ve been ranting about this to you guys all morning, enjoy!)

Summary: Lydia finds a box at Beetlejuice’s house, not realising that what it contains is an emotional subject for her friend. He goes through each item in the box and explains the history of the person the images are centered around.

Notes: Two fics within hours of each other? What magic is this? Also, I hit you with cuteness, and now I hit you with sad. Suffer.

So, I’ve fallen in love with a song that Alex Brightman sings from the 35mm musical called Cut You A Piece and it gives me tears every time I hear it so here. Have a fic loosely based on it.

Basically, the Beetlejuice I’m using is Musical!Juice but stuff like Lydia visiting his house in the Netherworld is more from the cartoon. You were alive in the 1850s. There are mentions of yellow fever and death in this fic. It’s pretty sad, if people want a happy ending hmu and I’ll try and scrounge something together. I also based the hair colours off dreammbc’s mood ring hair headcanons found here. Takes place after the musical, Beej disappeared for about a year before returning to hang out with his best friends and everyone in the Deetz house are fine with him sue me I want a happy family ending. Female reader, soz all. Enjoy!

Buy Me a Coffee

Photographs

Beetlejuice hadn’t thought of you in the better part of sixty years. Possibly longer. It was too hard to think about you and what happened. He didn’t like crying or feeling broken, but after everything that happened? He just broke down whenever he thought of you.

So, when Lydia brought up the box in the living room that remained firmly shut, the sudden onset of emotions that attacked him was enough for Lydia to decide to get out.

He was never good with emotions.

It took a couple of days before he calmed down, his hair slowly having blue and yellow slowly streaking into it compared to the pitch black it had been since Lydia brought up the box. It took another day for him to sheepishly return to the Deetz’s to apologise, box in hand.

He apologised for scaring her (he didn’t) and that he just needed his space (she knows) but if she really wanted to know what was in the box, he could show her now.

The curious teen tentatively took the box from him and opened it up. Inside were a few, old looking photos of a woman dressed in what appears to be just an everyday dress from the mid 1800’s and a very clean looking Beetlejuice dressed in similarly aged attire. Both of you were laughing and smiling, holding onto each other, clearly very much in love. Beneath all five of the photos was what clearly used to be a pressed rose, although it looked a little beyond dead at this point, and two silver rings, one larger than the other. Lydia carefully held each object as Beetlejuice looks down at them next to her, clearly in another world as he just watches her go over every single item. “Who was she?” She finally asks, pointing to the woman in the picture.

“Y/N.” He breaths out, a small smile appearing on his lips as he takes the photo, the last one the two of you took together before-. “She was my fiancé.” He explains softly as he thumbs over your laughing face at whatever bad joke, he had told you right before the photo was taken. “Well, nearly.” Lydia looks over at the photos again, it’s clear in every single one Beetlejuice is absolutely smitten. She turns over the top photo in the pile on her lap, in green ink and swirled writing she makes out the caption. ‘June 6th, 1852. Beetlejuice and Y/N, New York. Pretty sure the photographer was over us by the end.’

“How did you meet?” She doesn’t look up from the pile in her lap, continuing to turn over each photo to reach the written message on the back. She didn’t notice the fond smile and his mood ring hair slowly turning to a pastel green.

“Her friends summoned me as a joke.” He starts. “19th century was filled with people who wanted to communicate with the dead, her friends didn’t think that anything would happen but then I showed up and they all booked it. She thought I was hysterical so she kept me around. About a year later, she asked me to court her and so we started dating.” He starts to fidget and fiddle, putting the photo back in the box so he doesn’t ruin it with the anxiety that’s running through his body. The last thing he wants to do is crinkle the photos or, God/Satan forbid, rip it. “We dated for about three years, those photos were for our first anniversary. She didn’t believe in the whole getting married thing, we were already living together and that was enough for her. Bit unconventional for the time, but that was my Y/N.” His smile widens slightly when the happy memories start to wash over him. “Was always there if I needed help scaring someone, always there to bounce ideas. Couldn’t stand the fact that I was filthy all the time, so I took to bathing for her which was a big deal for both of us. She had a higher standard of cleanliness than most people back then. Couldn’t dance to save herself though. Not wearing those dresses, she kept tripping over the skirts.”

Lydia listens to every word, letting Beetlejuice more or less spill his heart out. Neither of them are into heart-to-hearts, but its pretty evident that this time around, its what her friend needs. She listens as he lists off every single thing he loved about her and the things that frustrated him about her, every tiny detail she loved about life and the things she hated, what she loved about him and what caused her to want to beat him with a stick. It was like all of a sudden, he could remember every detail that he had thought he had forgotten, and if he didn’t voice them, they’d be gone. By the end of it, his hair was streaked with faint blue with his pastel green, voice was wobbly, and eyes wear close to shedding tears. Lydia knew that he had to get it out of his system and, even though it made her uncomfortable, she wanted to give him permission to just let it out.

“What happened to her?” Her voice is gentle and encouraging as he clears his throat, not really wanting to tell her how your relationship ended, but needing to nonetheless.

“She died.” He quietly admits. “Yellow fever, there was an outbreak around 1853, 1855. She was one of the last ones to die.” He swallowed before continuing. “I thought something was wrong, but she insisted it was just a cold. She was so hot, couldn’t even stand to hear me walk across the floor to get her something to drink. Couldn’t eat she was so tired, but she was in so much pain she couldn’t sleep. So, she just cried and held on to me to keep her cool.” Beetlejuice closed his eyes, already seeing her face resurfacing in his mind. “It was after three days of pain she started to puke her guts up. Three days after that, she was vomiting blood. Two days after that, she started going yellow. She kept saying that she didn’t want to go to hospital but when she started to go yellow in her eyes and her skin looked like she had been rolling around in the yellow dye vat at her work, I just stood up and carried her there myself.” He swallows. “I should have taken her there sooner, by the time we got her there she was already too close to death. I stayed with her in that hospital, helped her drink whatever little water I could and let her sleep with me keeping her cool. She just continued to go yellow. There was so much blood, Lyds, I never thought a breather could produce so much.” He needs to breath, the smell of the hospital refilling his nose was getting to be too much for him. “Eventually, she just slept. She slept for another week before she died in my arms. And that was the end of that.” He retakes the photo from before and flips it over, in his messy and almost illegible handwriting he reread the words he’d written there over a hundred years ago in the same green ink. ‘Marry me?’ “I should have taken her to the hospital sooner, but I thought she’d know best. She was still a breather, I hadn’t been alive for centuries by that point, I thought perhaps I was overreacting because I was excited. I found out about the clause, if you marry a breather you become one too. I was going to propose to her and explain that we could have an actual relationship together and die together, be a bit more normal. I never got that chance.” In anger, he throws the photo back down as he slams back onto Lydia’s bed. It’s only now that she realises his hair is streaked in almost every colour of the rainbow as conflicting emotions hit him from left, right and centre. She gives him a minute before slowly packing everything away.

“Did you look for her?” She hears him nod against the mattress, his eyes still pressed firmly shut as he tries his best to cry silently.

“Spent nearly a hundred years looking through the Netherworld tryna find her. Spent a bit of time looking up here too. No luck. She’s gone, babes. You will never find what you’re looking for in the Nether, so there’s no point in looking.” He cracks open an eye to look at the box now sitting between him and the goth teen and sighs. “I try not to think of her, it hurts too much. But wherever I go, she comes too.”

Lydia hums. She gets it, to a degree. It hurts every single time she thinks of her mother, how sick she got and how quick she had died. But she still needed to think of her, she’d rather face the pain than forget her mother. And she also knows what it feels like when wherever you go, you feel like you’re carrying that person with you. “Perhaps it’s what you need? It hurts but you still have all your good memories.” He hums, not really agreeing or disagreeing. “It sounds like you cut her a piece of you, and she cut you a piece of her. You carry her now and I think she carries you too, Beej.”

Beetlejuice doesn’t make a sound, but he did hear her. It takes a while for his emotions to slowly simmer down to background noise and once it does, he simply sits up, grabs the box and shuts it away, leaving everything as it was before he opened it. Perhaps one day, he will be able to open the box without hurting and perhaps, one day, he will run into you again. Perhaps it’ll work out for him in the long run. But for now, he’d rather not think about it.

“Let’s go scare your dad kid, I’ve been letting him relax for too long now.” The demon offers as a distraction. Lydia, under normal circumstances, wouldn’t let him get away that easy. But she’s willing to let this one slide as the two of them leave the room to go plot a way to give Charles the fright of his life, leaving the box on the bed unattended, unseen, as it opens, and a sixth photograph appears on top of the pile. Of a very sickly-looking woman sleeping in the arms of a very stressed demon sleeping in a hospital bed surrounded by other sick people. On the back, the words simply say ‘Wherever you go, I’ll go too. I lost my life when I lost you.’ You can wait for him to be ready to find you again, however long it takes.

[thirstyforbishiesimagines]

Next Time (Stargazing Part II) - Lawrence x Reader

* image from LucyDreams, Dangerous Fellows

anonymous asked: Yo! I've been reading your Valentine's ones and I just finished Stargazing with Lawrence... how much would it be for me to get a 'next time' ?

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So, originally this was going to be a fluff piece but I enjoy writing a dirty, rough Lawrence so much I just went with it. Soz, guys! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Hope you still like it! (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)

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Part I

Word Count: 1,496

NSFW

Warning: Rough . Smut . Profanity (18+)

Scenario: Loosely based off the scene where MC/Reader runs after Scarlett but then bumps into Lawrence while trying to open the storage room with the mystery key in Chapter 17

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You shivered at the loud noises rattling the storage room door, your eyes riddled with fear.

“Do you think we’re safe in here?”

Lawrence smiled at you reassuringly. He held your hand and gently caressed your knuckles with light strokes of his thumb.

“Don’t worry.” His voice was soothing in comparison to the growls and gargles outside.

You nod and took a nervous glance towards the door.

“They’re very sensitive to noises and are reliant on their sight. They’ll eventually leave once they realise they can’t hear or see us. Stupid creatures.”

You turned your head back to meet his gaze.

Your boyfriend’s eyes changed from a cold frost to a warm glimmer behind his round glasses. He then pulls you into his arms and you soon became lost in his gorgeous honey-coloured irises, feeling at ease against his body.

He hooked a finger under your chin and leaned down, lips brushing ever so slightly.

“We can relax while we wait.”

His voice, deep and seductive, left you breathless. Your eyes fluttered closed as Lawrence’s lips met yours in a slow, sensual kiss.

Consumed by his heated kiss, you felt his hands begin to travel all over your body - caressing you gently. He was always so good at making you swoon.

“I can’t stop thinking about that night on the rooftop.” Panting his words, Lawrence broke away from your lips.

“I can’t stop thinking about this…” He slid his hand down towards your aching core and cupped between your thighs, kneading you firmly through your track pants.

A lewd, heady moan slipped through your lips and you clung onto his shirt, melting under his touch.

Lawrence skimmed his mouth along the curves of your neck, stroking your clit with his middle finger simultaneously.

You mewled with delight, feeling your underwear become saturated with arousal.

It wasn’t long until both of you were naked, sprawled out on the floor.

Lawrence stared deeply into your sultry eyes with affection, in awe at how beautiful you looked underneath him.

“You are an absolute vision, (Y/N).”

You giggled, feeling shy from his compliment and drew him into a feverish kiss. Your fingers combed through his soft chestnut hair and he groaned, his lips curling up into a smile. His lips trailed down, exploring the suppleness of your glistening skin; heat and sweat radiating through your pores. His kisses became more and more greedy - impatient. He swiftly grabbed your wrists and pinned your arms above your head.

“I can’t wait any longer!” Lawrence moaned; smouldering, lascivious orbs burned into yours. You felt the head of his cock pressed against your entrance and you whined as he glides it in effortlessly.

“Shh… not too loud, my love! Those monsters might end up staying outside the door all night.”

Lawrence began a vigorous and steady pace that had your breasts bouncing rhythmically underneath him, “Or do you want me to gag you?”

You bit your lip at the thought and closed your eyes, trying your best to muffle your moans with your mouth closed.

You began to feel pain on your back and ass; his pounding movements were so hard that your skin burned from the friction against the concrete floor.

You were about to open your mouth to stop him, but the intensity in his eyes made you reconsider and you decided to bear with the stinging pain.

Lawrence became lost in his passion for you - carnal desire taking over his body.

He wanted you to cum but he also wanted to you be fucked raw. He needed to remind you that you belonged to him and him alone.

“Who’s cunt is this?” He snarled into your ear and slowly wrapped his hands around your neck, tight enough so you were still able to speak, “Tell me!”

“Yours, Lawrence!” You gasped, chest heaving from lust.

He continued to slam his hips into yours, hitting your g-spot. The sensation drove you insane and you knew that at any moment, you were going to cum.

Lawrence felt your walls tighten around his rigid cock and without warning, he flipped you onto your front; still deep inside you as he lifted your ass up in the air. He kept his pace dominant and strong, his fingernails digging into your rump.

You were on all fours, a sinful expression across your face. You no longer felt pain; instead you were numb with immense pleasure, drool trailing down the corner of your lips.

“Who’s cock belongs in your pussy?” Lawrence grabbed a fistful of your hair and jerked your head back. He withdrew himself from your tender slit and then plunged himself back into you, harder than before.

You squeezed your eyes shut and screamed, “Yours!”

You could barely stabilise yourself on your limbs from his thrusts; you repositioned yourself on your elbows, instinctively spreading your knees out wide. Lawrence continued to grip onto your hair, pounding your pussy like mad.

“Come on, (Y/N)... Say my name...” He growled once more, palming your ass cheek. You yelped and then mewled at the sudden sensation.

You cried out his name over and over until you were shuddering from the intensity of your orgasm, squirting your juices all over his throbbing cock; but he didn’t want you to ride out your release. Barely able to hold yourself up, Lawrence continued to strike your ass until it was a beautiful shade of crimson and fucked your overstimulated cunt. Your whimpers, moans and shrieks were music to his ears until he began to hear banging on the storage room door.

He stopped and withdrew himself out of your drenched pussy, “You’re too loud, (Y/N).”

Lawrence flipped you onto your back once more and straddled above your panting form. He pumped his shaft in front of your lips and then buried it down your throat.

“Ohh yeaah... That’s it, baby...”

He stretched your labia apart and used his forearms to keep your legs in place.

Lawrence began to devour your pussy - lapping, sucking and biting every inch of you. Your body, once more was overcome with sexual pleasure and you came again. He lifted his head away, spreading your cunt with his fingers to watch your essence squirt and flow down your taint.

“Fuck that was beautiful!” Groaning from your display of lewdness, he deep throats you and began thrusting into your mouth. He wanted to hear your sweet hoarse voice afterwards; he wanted it to last for days so the other guys would know that it was his doing.

“That’s it! Suck it, (Y/N)! Take it all!” He became erratic with his movements, but before he would unload himself inside you, he needed you to cum once more.

Lawrence shoved three fingers into your dripping slit, pumping aggressively. Your cunt was hot, burning with pleasure, and you bucked against his hand, moaning around his cock. Feeling you pulsate around his digits, Lawrence released into your mouth as you convulsed from the liquid searing down your throat.

Once limp, Lawrence climbed off you and then collapsed next to your quivering body. You managed to swallow most of his semen but a little still dripped down the corner of your lips. Your throat was unbearably sore and you could hardly utter a sound.

You shot your boyfriend a stern look and saw coldness glossed over his eyes.

What’s gotten into him lately?

“Lawrence?” Your croaky voice seemed to have snapped him out of his trance.

He met your (e/c) eyes and then scanned your nude, heaving form.

Remorse fell upon his face after seeing all the cuts and grazes scattered all over your beautiful body. Lawrence pulled you into his embrace gently, sighing heavily as he kissed you softly on your lips.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N)... I don’t know what came over me...” He whispered.

“You promised you’d be more gentle this time!” You pouted, feeling a little hurt that he didn’t keep his word.

He held you tight, “I did, didn’t I? I mean… I started off gentle, right? Was it at least enjoyable?”

You sank your face into his bare chest, wincing slightly from the pain of the cuts. You didn’t mind him being rough, but he may have gone a little too far this time.

Lawrence grabbed his jacket and draped it over you, guarding you from the cold.

“I love you so much, (Y/N). I’m so sorry. Once the zombies are gone, I’ll dress you and carry you into my room to rest.”

He kissed the top of your head and nestled himself into your hair.

“I made those wounds. I’ll make sure they’re properly treated.”

You lifted your head up to meet his gaze. His eyes were no longer cold, but replaced with sadness and guilt.

You kissed his trembling lips - easing him from his worries, letting him know that you’ll be ok.

“I love you, Lawrence. Maybe, just cuddles tonight?”

He gave you a small smile, “Yeah, just cuddles.”

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A/N: I did a quick edit of the original fic post because it sounded a little non-con and I don’t think most of you were expecting something like that... Plus, non-con is on our NOT TO WRITE LIST >.< 

Hope this is a bit better... Still a rough sex scene... hence the warning. I got carried away with it, SORRY!!

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The Favoured Genius 105

Translator: Foreverhungry

Editor: Ome

Proofreader: librismuse

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Space and Rebirth: The Favored Genius Doctor and Businesswoman - Chapter 105 -  Carrying the Blame (背黑锅)

Jing Yunzhao squinted her eyes, not the least surprised by Qiao Hongye’s response.

Qiao Hongye may still be young and less experienced, but she had been bright ever since she was little. In addition to Qiao Weimin and Ye Qin serving as her role models, she became even sneakier.

If Qiao Hongye had admitted her faults just now, Jing Yunzhao would actually feel that there was something wrong with her.

However, after Qiao Hongye had finished speaking, Cao Xing’s eyes looked as if it wanted to spit fire, “Don’t listen to her nonsense! She was supposed to be my lookout! She had even paid me to help her bring down this Jing Yunzhao before!”

Qiao Hongye’s tears seized the opportunity to fall,” You… How could you say that? I obviously only saw you once before this. Also, it wasn’t I who called the police! You cannot wrongly accuse me... Mr. Policeman, you must investigate clearly. Jing Yunzhao is my older sister, and these two are also my schoolmates. Why would I go against them?”

Su Chu’s cheeks bulged out to their limits. She was so angry that she was literally jumping on the spot in anger, her face stifled red.

A few police officers who saw Qiao Hongye crying so miserably felt that not only was she dainty and delicate, but also pitiful and obedient. How would they think of the possibility that she could be lying?

They became even more displeased by Cao Xing this hooligan. He really likes holding onto a grudge too much. This little girl was just coincidentally mixed into this when she came, but he had to insist on having her become his lookout. This was practically destroying the country’s flower buds! [1]

“Little girl, you can relax. We would definitely not wrong anyone. Next time, however, you need to be careful. When you meet these kind of bad people, it’s still better to first call the police. This way, you can also avoid being misunderstood.” Once the officer had finished speaking, he forced Cao Xing into the police cruiser.

Cao Xing’s heart was filled to the brim with resentment. For those in this **** business, there were only a handful who never entered the ‘palace’, but right now he was walking right into it. How shameful!

Qiao Hongye this slut actually dared to deceive him. To save time, he had first confirmed the location of Jing Yunzhao’s room. During these few minutes, he had overturned everything in Jing Yunzhao’s room, but he didn’t even see a speck of the so-called Ginseng. He didn’t even see a single cent; she must be a penniless ghost!

This woman (QHY) purposely used the ginseng to manipulate and swindle him!

The moment Cao Xing was taken away, Qiao Hongye relaxed. Seeing her like this, Jing Yunzhao suddenly found the situation funny.

She thought that everything would be fine as long as she made Cao Xing bear the blame alone? She may be smart, but she’s just indulging in her own fantasy!

When she had stayed in prison for a few years in her past life, she had actually learned some common knowledge about the law. Cao Xing had attempted an unsuccessful robbery and did not cause any major loss at all. In addition, there was no one in the house, and he did not threaten someone’s life. Under such conditions, it would be impossible for him to be sentenced.

At most, he would be detained for a period of time. Even with the previous case of intercepting and blocking her… It was still totally impossible.

Previously, she did not understand why Cao Xing had to hide away. Because, if the other hooligans dared to sell out Cao Xing’s location, they wouldn’t wait until now.

As long as Cao Xing denied everything persistently and the other people related to the case or witnesses did not identify him, there would not have been any evidence against him, thus her statement would have no conclusive effect. In other words, at most, Cao Xing would have been an extra suspect in the police’s extra cases. He would be let out very soon.

By that time, could Qiao Hongye still be as happy?

Jing Yunzhao was not so generous to remind Qiao Hongye about it. She only walked up to her and took out the Ginseng root they were looking for from her bag.

“Qiao Hongye, I am an honest person who doesn’t speak in circles. Weren’t you looking for this? Such a pity that I… don’t want to give it to you.”

Jing Yunzhao finished provoking her and continued, “Such a large Ginseng. I’ll slowly stew the whole thing when I return tonight. Its juices are the finest ingredients needed for beautifying. Even if I have to just rub it on my face and treat it as a skincare product, I won’t let you touch a single strand of root hair. Satisfied?”

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12 Days | Chapter 2

Two guys that lowkey hate each other are forced to walk in each other’s shoes in order to learn a lesson.

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“I really think you overworked yourself this time,” said a soft, yet clear female voice. “Maybe you should have slept instead of working at the office all night.”

Tom wasn’t sure how long this girl had been speaking. All he knew was that he was in a car with her, and she was driving him to… he didn’t know where. Probably missed that in the midst of all the panic. He barely even got a look at her, so he turned his head to the driver and, well…

He recognized the shiny black hair that faded to a vibrant pink. Her side profile was oddly familiar. This was Bella, right? The girl who the people at “the office” were talking about. Tom knew her from somewhere, he just couldn’t pinpoint where. For some reason, he had to look at her until he figured it out.

She noticed his staring and glanced at him before turning back to the road. She seemed very concerned for this Ethan guy. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

Yes, actually. I think I switched places with your friend and I don’t know where I am or how to switch back. That’ll land Tom in the hospital for sure. He didn’t need to be locked away in the psych ward, he just had to find out how this happened. In the meantime, all he could do was go along with what this girl was saying.

“I-It’s probably what you said,” he replied, breaking the gaze. “Overworked myself.” He pulled out his - or Ethan’s - phone and one look at the lockscreen made it click.

Bella is his girlfriend.

“Yeah, next time,” she continued, “let’s not go right back to editing after a convention. I know you’re passionate about YouTube, but you need a break just as much as anyone else does. And besides, Mark has two editors for a reason, Kathryn could have taken over if you were really that exhausted.”

“Right, got it.” Tom hesitated. Maybe he could still play off being disoriented from the panic attack. “Um, love… do you happen to remember my, my passcode?”

She chuckled. “Is it not your thumbprint, my dear?”

Well, shit. Now I’ll never know who’s body I’m possessing. This is useless, I’m stuck-

Again, it clicked. Tom pressed the button, mentally kicking himself. Before he could dig around and find more information, the car came to halt in front of an apartment complex. Was this the place Ethan shared with Bella?

He got out of the car and followed her into the building. This was so strange, he shouldn't have been here. He was supposed to be in his own body, on a plane to Atlanta.

“Chamomile?” Bella offered as she unlocked the door to the apartment.

“Yeah… please,” Tom replied.

While she dove into the kitchen, he looked around at the place. Things were scattered here and there. However, he noticed 2 large plaques on the wall and went to look at them.

They were identical play buttons in large frames, one was silver and the other was gold. They both read “Bella Santiago, Congratulations for surpassing ______ Subscribers.” The silver was for one hundred thousand and the other was for one million. This girl was popular on YouTube, apparently. Tom didn't quite understand that.

Wait. YouTube. Pink hair. Blue hair.

Tom gasped just as Bella approached him again, this time with a mug of tea. She raised her eyebrows at his miniature burst.

“What's wrong?” she asked.

You interviewed me. I know you.

“Nothing,” he replied as he accepted the mug.

She chuckled. “Come on, cariño. Let's go lie down. Or… would you rather I just take you home?”

So this wasn't a shared place. Why were there two bedrooms, then? Tom was very confused, and that was already an understatement.

He had to find out more about Ethan, and where exactly they both were, so Tom decided to let Bella take him ‘home’ after he finished his tea.

It didn’t have any calming affect on him. It was even worse when Bella leaned in to kiss him when she walked him to the front door. Tom instinctively leaned back in shock, his eyes wide. He was the boyfriend.

After that awkward interaction, Bella unlocked the door for him, since Tom left Ethan’s keys at the office. His girlfriend didn’t seem too pleased when she left, but there were other things to think about at the moment.

Tom wandered around the apartment, glancing at all of Ethan’s belongings before pulling out his phone again. With a press of a button, it was unlocked again, and Tom began to properly snoop through this guy’s social media. What kind of life was this Ethan person living? Besides having a hot girlfriend and an office job, of course.

Instagram name: CrankGameplays. Still don't know his surname. Bio: “I scream at the video games.” Helpful. Tom scrolled through Ethan’s profile, only seeing the face that he now owned. Although, the first picture he saw was of him wearing a red wig, making a silly pose with a woman with black hair. He’s seen worse. The next one that caught his eye was of Ethan posing in front of a huge screen. His head covered most of it, but Tom could make out the words: Markiplier’s You're Welcome Tour.

So… he's a comedian? Is he in an improv group?

Tom left that app and went to Twitter. Ethan's profile was mainly a bunch of tweets with links to YouTube videos. Did he do this alongside the office job? Or… was this the office job? He tapped on one of the links.

“What is up my cranky crew? It's Ethan from CrankGameplays, and today we are back with ‘Little Nightmares!’” said the real Ethan in the video.

Growing impatient, Tom skipped forward a few minutes, only seeing the guy play some horror game. That's all this 45 minute video was. He looked at other videos of his, and they were all the same. Playing video games. This is what he did for a living? Tom had so many questions, but most of all, he just had to know how to contact the real Ethan.

He went back to Twitter and searched his own handle. As expected, there were no new tweets. Of course he couldn't send a direct message to this account either because they weren't following each other.

Tom went back to the homescreen, thinking. If everything in his actual schedule went according to plan, then his actual self should be in Atlanta right now. So if he was still in the States, then that meant he had his America phone…

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The only reason Ethan had decided to play along, to 'take the role' as Tom was that, well, he had no choice. It was either pretend he was Tom and nothing was wrong or spill the beans and risk getting put in the hospital for a week. Also, the car was at least a way out of this hotel room that was increasing his anxiety by the minute.

He'd underestimated the severity of his sickness though. He was sure he was hungover now, judging by the way he couldn't stop sweating and the way his stomach kept flipping. He stepped into the car with every intention to make them turn around and take him home, but was knocked out as soon as he felt the unusually comfortable leather seats. So much for going back home.

He woke up long enough to stumble onto a plane with the help of Harrison, completely in a daze that he couldn't quite shake. "Jeez Tom, you fat lard," Harrison mumbled as he carried the majority of Ethan's weight.

Ethan was barely able to groan in response.

He was nudged awake a little while later. "Come on, you've got to drink this," Harrison whispered as he shoved a glass of water into Ethan's hands.

His sight was blurry, but that glass of water was a sight for sore eyes. His cotton mouth was horrendous and his throats felt raw and scratchy. Two pills were shoved into his palm. Without even asking what they were he popped them in his mouth, finished off his glass, and fell right back asleep.

He woke up once more while on the plane, approximately 40,000 feet in the air on its way to Atlanta. The light streamed in through the half open window next to Ethan, effectively blinding him as Harrison sat down in the seat next to him.

"Rise and shine sleepy beauty! Up for good now, or have you still got some sleep left in ya?" Harrison clapped his hand onto Ethan's knee.

Fuck, so it hadn't just been a bad dream.

"Jesus Christ, why are you yelling?" Ethan mumbled, covering his eyes with his palms as he stretched.

"I'm not, you're just still bombed from last night," he snickered.

Ethan groaned, he doesn't even know who this guy is, much less why he's on a plane or where he's going. "How much longer?" He murmurs, eyes still squinting as the sun beamed onto him.

"We land in 20 minutes. You slept through a 4 hour flight, there's no way you're getting any sleep tonight."

Ethan's blood ran cold. 4 hours?! The flight to Maine is almost 5, where the heck was he going?

"Oh good, you're up." A blonde woman walked into the room and sat in the seat facing him. "Feel any better?"

"Uh yeah, yeah. Guess I just needed some more rest," Ethan tried his best not to stammer, how would Tom act in this situation?

"I bet, you were hitting those drinks pretty hard last night," she laughed as she pulled out her tablet.

"Yeah, my bad," Ethan chuckles nervously. He can't help but wonder if he looks as nervous as he feels. Can they hear how fast his heart is beating?

"Alright, so here's the plan for today. We land in about 20 minutes, then you and Haz can stay in your hotel rooms for about an hour or so. You've got a meeting with the Chaos Walking crew at 3, so be down in the lobby by 2:30. After that you've got a few interviews at 5, they shouldn't take very long though. Dinner afterwards and then we’ll be back on the plane by 10." The words flowing out of her mouth just served as a smack in the face for Ethan. He's going to do what and go where at what time?

"Uhh," the blank face on his face pulled a laugh out of 'Haz', is his name not Harrison?, and the woman in front of him. "Run that by me once more?"

"No need, as long as Haz knows the schedule you'll be fine. I'll be there too," she said with a shrug. Ethan slowly began taking in her features as she and Haz began discussing something about the schedule.

Shoulder length blonde hair, curled at the ends. Blue eyes, a pair of glasses resting in her hair. She didn't look like she was taller than Ethan, although it's had to tell from where he's sitting. A name catches his interest. Olivia. She must be his agent or manager or whatever those people that tell you what to do are called. She seemed nice.

Ethan spent the last 10 minutes of the ride staring at his shoes.

Another rush of anxiety passed through him while exiting the airport, he was getting used to these. Holy shit, was he going to have to interact with all of the fans waiting outside? Sure, he's interacted with fans in the past, but never on a scale this large outside of a convention. He didn't even know what Tom's signature looked like!

"You up for a few pictures?" Olivia asked. Ethan shook his head, no, not in a million years. "Figured, you look a mess."

Well thanks. The security guards pushed past the group of fans outside, the look on Ethan's face a mixture of excitement and terror. So this is what being swarmed feels like.

The car ride was quiet, Harrison and Olivia chatted the whole ride while Ethan was just content to look out the window. He calmed down a bit, feeling ok for the first time all day. Harrison led him up the elevator and to their rooms.

"Oh, by the way, here's your phone," he said right before Ethan walked into his room. "I grabbed it back in LA before we left. I'm surprised you haven't asked for it yet," he said with a chuckle.

"Ah, thanks," Ethan nodded at him, mustering up a small smile and quickly locking the door behind him.

As if on cue, the phone in his hand started to ring. The panic that runs through his body is cut short, that's his phone number! “Hello?” He answers, still not used to the sound of his voice.

“Hello!” Tom said, nearly jumping at his own voice. “Hi, hello!” He was so antsy about what he would hear on the other line that his mind immediately went blank. What was he supposed to say now?

There was a silence then, an uncomfortable one. Unsure of what to say Ethan blurted out the first thing that came to mind, “Is this… Ethan’s… body?” Stupid, what kind of question was that?

“That depends,” he replied slowly, like he was choosing his words carefully. “Is this… is this Tom?” His heart was beating unnecessarily hard.

“Uh, yeah?” Ethan let out a sigh of relief, “I'm not crazy right? Something really fucked up is going on, right?”

“Definitely.” Tom leaned forward in his seat, trying to form any sort of coherent sentence. “God, I have so many questions… I - er, how the fuck did this happen?”

“No fucking idea, god this feels like a nightmare, no offense,” Ethan whispered before he made his way to hide in a closet. “Just kinda woke up in a strange hotel room in someone else’s body. By the way, thanks for the killer hangover. I was sweating and slept the whole time I was on that plane ride dude.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “A hangover is probably nothing compared to what you were shooting up last night. Yeah, I saw those needles in your pocket. I swear to god, I thought I was high when I looked in the mirror.”

“...You mean my epipens?” Ethan wanted to laugh, this fucker really thought he'd just be shooting up in the office? Yet another reason to hate Tom Holland. “Anyway, hi nice to meet you. Ethan Nestor, professional screamer and deathly allergic to peanuts at your service.”

Tom covered his mouth. “Sorry, mate. My bad… Er, hi, I’m Tom Holland, professional actor and still very confused as to what happened to us.” Wow, he felt like an asshole.

Professional actor, what a narcissist. Professional screamer sounds way cooler anyway. Ethan laughs, “Well don't be too humble now.” Was Ethan actually salty about Tom taking pride in his work? No. Was he still salty about Bella’s googoo eyes for him? Hell fuckin’ yeah.

“Hey, my acting was able to save your ass and have a panic attack to get the day off from your job,” Tom shot back. Yes, the panic attack was real, but it did buy them some time. “If I was still at… your office place, then we wouldn’t be here trying to figure this out.”

“Well I'm not even a professional actor, and I'm able to pass as you no problem?” Ethan shot back. There's no reason for this to be happening, he should be playing nice. It's not like it's Tom’s fault this is happening, but Ethan can't help himself. “Some ‘career’ this is,” he continued, kinda regretting what he said but also kinda meaning it.

Oh god, Tom swapped lives with a grade A asshole. What did Bella see in this guy? He shook his head, trying to bring back the main focus of this conversation. “Okay, you can sit there and take jabs at me, or we can try to… switch back…? And then we’ll never have to see each other again. Take your pick.”

Ethan hesitated, he still had more to say that's for sure, but Tom was right. This wasn't getting them anywhere. “Whatever, something had to have happened at the convention to cause all this,” Ethan said with a sigh as he racked his brain for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing.

“Right,” Tom agreed. “I remember seeing you. You were with Bella when she interviewed me. Do you think something happened there?”

“Your guess is as good as mine, I didn't feel any different afterwards when I was with Bella in the bathroom… Nothing felt different until the next morning?” Ethan was stumped. The convention went about like every other convention he'd ever been to. What made this one different?

“In the bathroom?” Tom repeated with a chuckle. “Quite an eager beaver, aren’t we?”

“Oh my- no, not that way! God you British and your awful humor,” Ethan stifles a laugh as he rolls his eyes. “No, if you must know, you literally gave my girlfriend an anxiety attack and I had to calm her down in the bathroom.”

That changed things. Tom didn’t know how to react at first. He didn’t know much about anxiety attacks, even after experiencing one himself not that long ago. “Shit. I’m sorry, man. Did I say something to make her… like that?”

“Sorta, it was mostly just the whole situation? I don't know, she's fine don't worry about it. Just, careful what you say, okay? She's been through… a lot.” Ethan's face and mood dropped. He missed Bella. A lot.

An awkward silence filled the air. He wasn’t good with things like this, he didn’t know how to console people with a tragic past, if that’s what Ethan was implying about his girlfriend. “Well,” Tom began, “she seemed… relatively normal when I was with her just now. She was worried about you. Actually, you had a few people worry about you.”

Aww, they care. “Yeah, they're great…” How many awkward silences are gonna happen throughout the duration of one phone call? Ethan didn't know what else to say. Thankfully, he didn't have to.

“Tom, are you back in the closet?” Harrison called out. “Didn't think you'd be back in there again,” he joked. Shit, how did he get in? Hadn't he locked the door?

“Uh, yeah, gotta go Tom, I'll call back later?” Ethan said wondering what happened to the so called hour of a downtime he was promised.

“I - alright,” the real Tom replied, feeling the sinking sensation in his stomach. He barely made out the sound of his friend’s voice on the other line. Now, he had to go on without him for the time being.

“Ok bye,” Ethan replied. Back to the real, bizarre world.

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Crush - Juice Imagine

Hey friends! Another imagine here for you :)

Concept: Juice breaks up with his girlfriend and calls his best friend over for company. They end up falling asleep and admitting feelings for each other. 

Taglist: @homicidalteenagedream @yourcroweater

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"I can't believe you'd fucking do that to me Jessica!" Juice shouted, running a hand over his bald head.

"I'm sorry!" Jessica hollered. "How many times do I have to say it? I'm sorry!"

Juice felt tears fill his eyes. The betrayal he felt coursing through him was almost too much to bear. He couldn't believe his girlfriend of two years had cheated on him. He had never cheated on her, no matter how much he got teased by his brothers in SAMCRO. Loyalty was his most valued trait and he was so disappointed and broken that Jessica had broken his trust.

"I don't think you can say it enough." Juice said in an eerily calm tone. A single tear slipped down his tan cheek. "I think you should go."

"Juan please." Jessica begged, tears streaming down her face. "Don't do this."

"I said get out." Juice roared, flinging his arm forward and knocking over a vase, making it fall and shatter on the ground.

Jessica whimpered and ran out of the house, her head in her hands.

Juice fell to his knees and his arms hit the hard wood floor. He didn't care that the shattered porcelain was scratching his arms. He began to let the sobs wrack through his body, feeling and seeing his tears splatter against the hardwood and the broken pieces of the porcelain.

Juice didn't know how long he had been on the floor for but he needed to get up and carry on. He couldn't stay on the floor forever even if he wanted to. He got up and headed to the kitchen to grab a broom to sweep up the broken vase and was surprised at how it looked like it was never there when it was clean. Juice went upstairs to the bathroom and ran a shower until it was burning hot. He undressed and stepped into the steaming shower, not caring how the water was scalding his skin. He let the water wash over his body, washing away the salty tear tracks and rousing himself from his numb state. Juice stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his hips. He needed a distraction. He needed a friend. He dried and dressed himself before heading into the living room and sitting cross legged on his couch. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialled the number he knew best.

"My man Juicy! To what do I deserve the honour?" (Y/N) said when she answered the phone.

"(Y/N) can you please come over?" Juice asked in monotone. He was trying his hardest to not let his voice crack.

"Sure. I'll be there as soon as I can. Is everything okay?" She asked in a concerned tone. She could always tell when Juice was upset.

"Just, just come." Juice said with finality before hanging up the phone. He threw his phone across the room and laid down on the couch, waiting for his friend to come.

*switching to second person bc I'm a trash writer soz*

You turned up at Juice's house and knocked loudly on the door. You heard sadness in his voice on the phone so you turned up your obnoxious personality and brought weed and beer. Juice opened the door slowly, revealing you posing against the doorframe.

"I come offering weed and beer." You said, flicking your arm upward in a flamboyant gesture.

"Come in." Juice said in monotone, a stony look on his face.

You were confused and hurt to see your best friend so obviously in pain. You made it your mission to make him feel better, no matter how hard you tried. You followed him into the living room where he laid down on the couch and trained his eyes to the TV which was playing cartoons. You sat next to him, lifting up his legs and laying them across your lap. Juice didn't flinch or react to your actions. His eyes were incredibly bloodshot and his bottom lip appeared to be quivering. You wished he would tell you what was going on but you didn't want to pry. He was upset and you didn't want to upset him further. You sighed loudly and pulled the baggie of weed from the pocket of your jean shorts. You began to roll a blunt with the rolling papers on the coffee table and lit it with the lighter in your other pocket. You took a huge drag. You needed it with the thick depressing energy in the air. You looked at Juice who was still trained onto the cartoons. You knew he wasn't really watching them, just staring blankly and thinking. You tapped his arm and caught his attention. He looked at you with his sad brown eyes, awaiting you to speak. You smiled sympathetically at him and handed him the joint and he took it between shaky fingers. He inhaled deeply and blew out a plume of smoke. He seemed to relax immediately, inhaling deeper and deeper with each hit.

"Okay my turn." You laughed, taking the blunt from his fingers.

Juice's eyes became glazed over as he looked at you and he gave you a small smile. You were so pleased to see that little smile you loved so much. You wished you didn't need to get him high to see it.

The two of you continued to smoke and drink for a little while longer. Juice was beginning to come out of his depressed shell slowly. He sat up and began to laugh at your jokes. The room suddenly became quiet when the weed was all smoked and the both of you were coming down from your highs.

"So are you going to tell me why I'm here?" You whispered, looking down at the carpeted floor.

Juice inhaled sharply, taking his head in his hands. "Jessica cheated on me. With multiple guys. Our whole relationship." His voice broke and sobs began to leave his body. "I was going to marry her (Y/N). I loved her so much. How could she do this to me?"

You scooted closer to your best friend, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him to your chest. You rubbed his back while he cried and you soothed him with your words. You were shocked and hurt at the situation Juice was in and you wanted to heal him from the hurt he was feeling. You rocked him back and forth as he continued to sob. You knew you'd never hurt Juice like this if you had him. You had been in love with Juice since you first met him when he moved to Charming all those years ago. You settled on being his best friend and repressing the feelings of romantic love for him. You wanted him to feel the same but you knew he never would. For now, you'd just have to hold him as he cried and try to soothe him from the pain he was feeling.

"I can't believe she'd do that to me. Why?"

"Shhh Juicy, it'll all be okay. I promise." You continued to soothe him as you stroked his hot skin. You felt his tears soaking your shirt but you didn't care. You wanted to help him but you didn't know how.

Juice sat upright, pulling himself out of your embrace. He wiped his eyes roughly and sniffled a few times.

"I think I'm just going to go to sleep. You can let yourself out if you want." Juice announced in a broken whisper.

You swallowed hard. You felt rejected that he didn't want you around but you knew that he just wanted to be alone. You knew better than to fight him.

"Okay." You said in a small whisper. You stepped up and began to walk out of Juice's house.

You felt a warm hand wrap around your arm. You spun around and saw Juice standing there, studying your face. "Stay. I don't think I should be alone."

You chewed on your lip and smiled sweetly. "Okay."

Juice didn't let go of his arm as he walked toward his bedroom. You were very confused. Usually you sleep on the couch while Juice sleeps in his room. Why was he taking you to his room? Juice opened the door to his bedroom and let go of your arm.

"I know you usually sleep on the couch but I really don't feel like sleeping alone. Is, is that okay with you?" He stuttered and rubbed the back of his neck, not looking into your eyes.

"It's fine Juice. I just need to borrow something to sleep in." You laughed.

"Just go through my wardrobe. I'm sure you'll find something." Juice said before turning around and heading towards the messy bed.

You tried to stop the inward squealing within your mind. You grabbed the first shirt you saw and turned around to see Juice watching you.

"Cover your eyes Juan!" You exclaimed with a laugh.

"(Y/N), we've been best friends for the better half of a decade. Do I really need to?" He teased before placing his hands over his eyes.

"No peeking." You said as you very quickly undressed and put on the oversized shirt. You finished changing and slipped yourself under the bed covers with Juice. You both laid next to each other awkwardly, the uncharted territory of this situation making the two of you feel incredibly awkward and tense. Juice reached out his hand and placed it on your hip, turning your body to face his. You looked into each other's eyes. You searched the deep brown pools to decipher the emotions he was feeling but you couldn't find anything. He seemed mesmerised by you, as if he was seeing you in a different light. Maybe it was the weed or the heartbreak clouding his judgement but he really felt his heart beat faster for you. Juice was starting to remember all the times you caught his eye and how he suppressed romantic feelings for you because of Jessica.

"Juice, what are you doing?" You laughed when Juice's hand came up to caress your cheek.

"Do you love me?" He asked suddenly and seriously.

"Of course I do Juan. What are you talking about?"

"No!" He interrupted. "Are you in love with me?"

You chewed on your tongue, deciding on whether to let him in on your secret. "Yeah. I am. I have been for years."

Juice exhaled deeply before looking in your eyes for a moment longer. He pressed his lips to yours and kissed you with urgency and expectancy.

"It was you all along." He whispered.

[whipped-for-kpop-fics]

BTS reaction to their crush saying “I love you”

It’s rare that BTS has time off, time to chill, time to see friends, but whenever they did, he would always go and see you. Of course you’d welcome him with open arms, glad to finally have some alone time with your bud without watching the hands of the clock. No matter what you were supposed to be doing that day, you’d blow it off. Got chores? They can wait. Got an assignment? Eh it’s not due until next week, there’s plenty of time. Got work? Pull a sickie. No matter what, you would cancel it to have just one day with him. 

You had been chilling together all day at your place, reminiscing, eating all your food, catching up, ordering take out, making him tell you all about the world of k-pop and all that jazz. 

It was getting late and you were getting so tired, you were literally fighting sleep so you curled up against his side, resting your head on his shoulder. He smiled and put his arm around you, his eyes still on the movie playing so you didn’t see the way his cheeks pinkened at the affection. 

“I love you, you know...” You mumbled sleepily, allowing your eyes to finally close.

Hoseok (aka J-Hope aka Hobi hobi aka sunshine aka J-HOOOPEEEEEEE)

He would freeze at your words, trying desperately to respond but the words wouldn’t form. He was too shocked. He never once thought you’d feel such a way about him. That you’d return his feelings. But you did and he his heart was pounding. Eventually, he found his voice.

“I-I love you too.” He stammered licking his lips. He had expected an instant response but got nothing. Feeling confused, he looked at you to see your eeys closed, lips parted slightly as you breathed deeply. He smiled not being able to feel anything but completely in love as he amdired your peaceful features.

Jimin (aka actual angel so pure exCEPT DEM DAMN THIGHS AND DAT TONGUE PUT IT AWAY BOI I SWEAR)

Jimin had been mentally preparing to confess to you himself, it’s all he had been thinking about on the way to your place but the second he saw you, his mind went fuzzy and he couldn’t think straight. It happened everytime he looked at you which is why despite practically falling head over heels the first time you looked his way, he hadn’t managed to confess his intense addiction to you. You were his own special brand of heroine...

Those three simple words that he had been trying to express for months and months to you but you said them so easily as if telling him the time. So simple were your words but his stomach errupted in butterflies and he wanted to hear you say those words for the rest of his life.

He turned to you, ready to spill his guts but found you asleep. His lips curled up into that beautiful, loving smile of his and he kissed you on the head before pulling you closer, planning a romantic date to take you out on the next day so he could return the confession in a way you were sure to never forget.

Seokjin (aka Jin aka puppy aka mama bear)

Jin was always coddling you, making sure you were eating well, sleeping well, healthy, getting enough fresh air and you ALWAYS showed your gratitude. It wasn’t unusual for these words to slip from your mouth as a sign of appreciation. So, at first he didn’t respond. It took him a few minutes to realise that he didn’t feel the same that time. His heart was racing and his face hotter than ususal. He put his hand overhis chest in confusion. St first he was worried he had caught a bug from somewhere and didn’t want you to get it so he moved away. It was only when he was at the other end of the sofa and you had followed him in your sleep to lay your head on his lap that it struck him that the way you said those words wasn’t the same as usual. He looked down at your sleeping features, your words playing through his mind and he realised that you meant them in a different way than usual. His heart raced all over again and he couldn’t deny the fact he felt the same for you.

Jungkook (aka bunny aka STOP THAT WITH YOUR HIPS YOU ARE A CHILD aka why u so young boi u make me feel gross stop)

The second his mind caught up with your words having been preoccupied with the movie he transformed(not so majestically) into JungSHOOK and bolted away with wide eyed, falling onto the floor. Of course this woke you up as you face planted the sofa cushions and you looked at him like he had lost his mind. Which, he had. He had only dreamed of you saying those words(and more but lets keep it PG for tonight kids) for a long time and thought that’s the only way he’d hear them but, no more dream. 

“Did you just, say you love me?” He finally spoke and you nodded slowly. Somehow his eyes widened and you wanted to take a photo, he was such a great face for memes but decided it was not the right time but later though for sure. “Really?” You nodded again. “You love me?” 

“Why would I joke about that?” You asked incredulously. He stared for a moment longer before shuffling over and kneeling up in fornt of you. 

“I love you too.” He replied and it was your turn to grow wide eyed. He smiled at your reaction then mocked your expression by exaggerating it on his own face.

“I know you’re taking the mick but that is literally what you looked like a second ago.” You stated. He tried to slap on a pout and pretend to sulk but was too damn happy and you could see it. So you both smiled widely at eachother before settling down in cute cuddle form his arms wrapping around your body.

Namjoon (aka Rap Monster aka Joonie-kins aka papa bear)

Namjoon was so excited and happy the second he really registered that you confessed to him that he started a cute little speech about how much you meant to him and how he had wanted to be with you for so long and when he was done he wanted to take a photo to capture the moment of your new love life together. So, he picked up his phone and put it on selfie mode, he held it up but he was so overjoyed and shakey that he dropped the device, right onto your sleeping face. You awoke with a shriek, hearing him swearing and apologising profusely. 

“What the hell?” You grumbled straighting up to hold your hand over the sore spot, almost galring at him. “What did you just do?” 

“I was trying to take a photo and dropped my phone.” He confessed with a frown. “Does it hurt?” 

“Of course it hurts!” You moved when he tried to reach out to move your hand so he could see. “Why the hell were you trying to take a photo while I was sleeping?” 

“I’m so sorry, I just wanted to...wait, you were asleep?” 

“Well yeah.” 

“So you didn’t hear any of what I just said?” You shook your head confused. “Okay, I’ll just say it again.” He shuffled to face you better, giving him a second to collect his thoughts before spilling his heart to you in a much more fully formed and articulate way than before. At some point your hand fell to your lap and he could then see the swelling already forming under your eye. 

“Okay, that makes up for the black eye.” You mumbled and he chuckled.

“We should get some ice on that before it does actually turn black.” 

“i hope this isn’t how you always confess your love.” You teased and he rolled his eyes before fetching you some ice so you could cuddle back up and finish watching the rest of the film together.

Taehyung (aka V aka precious boy with the sinful tongue and hands and face and everything aka he kills me)

This little shit wouldn’t let you sleep after that. Not a single chance of it buddy so you can think again. He’d shake you awake and hold you by your shoulders, staring intently into your eyes until you focused on him. 

“I knew I’m your bias.” He finally spoke, the serious look vanishing to be replaced with a teasing grin. You’d roll our eyes and whine trying to curl up to return to sleep. “Ah don’t do that Y/N, tell me how much you love me.” 

“I don’t, it was a joke.” You’d grumble, gasping in shock as his grip suddenly loosened and you fell against the sofa. You’d look at him to see the most heartbroken you had even seen a person. He didn’t even try to hide the hurt.

“You don’t really love me?” He mumbled not giving you the chance to respond. “Because I love you.” 

“What?” 

“I love you.” Your eyes searched his face for a hint of a joke but he was more serious than you had ever seen him. 

“It wasn’t a joke.” You’d confess. “I just thought you were going to tease me.” 

“I was.” He grinned scooting next to you and if you weren’t already in deep with him, it’d probably be uncomfortably close. “But it doesn’t mean I don’t love you.” 

Yoongi (aka Suga aka Agust D aka precious bby aka what a shit aka bias wrecker right here)

He was close to sleep himself when he heard your words. He thought he had just imagined them but he felt them sink into his skin and he looked at you shocked. You were already deep asleep, you couldn’t help but let sleep take you when so close to Yoongi’s warm body. He was just always so relaxed and chill that a comfortable warm feeling enveloped you and your eyes closed automatically so you could listen to his breathing and block out the rest of the world.

A fond smile lifted his lips and he stroked your hair out of your face to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. He settled back down, taking one of your hands into your own and lacing your fingers together. He hoped that if you woke first and felt your fingers intertwined, you’d understand that he felt the same way for you and when he woke he could use his words to convey his feelings too.

As he drifted to sleep, he was already forming lyrics about you and how he wants your future to be together.

I have no idea why I suddenly changed tense like 12 times but I’m too tired to even change it so soz buddy pretend it’s normal

Thank you for the request @wolffoggirl sorry it was so long I got carried away and apparently can’t write short things haha

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