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Get Drenched in Holi Fun at Wet N Joy Lonavala's Wavepool Party!

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Highlights of the Wet N Joy Holi Party:

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Important Information:

Outside colours are not allowed in the park. Wet N Joy provides safe and vibrant Holi colours for purchase within the park.

For an ID check, please carry a valid ID proof.

Book your tickets in advance to avoid disappointment, especially if you're aiming for the early bird discounts!

Lunch buffet and drinks are separate add-ons.

This Holi, ditch the traditional celebrations and dive into a world of colourful fun at Wet N Joy Lonavala's Wavepool Party! Get ready for an unforgettable experience filled with music, dance, water thrills, and the vibrant spirit of Holi.

[jules1331]

Out of the Ordinary

Prince Gristle x Y/n

Trope- Friends to lovers

Word count- idk not that long

Summary- What happens when a normal village bergan falls in love with the prince?

WARNINGS- some cussing, very mushy love at the end, they make out, cringe

Authors note- this is completely satire yall, anyways have fun!

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“Honey, wake up! It’s Trolltice!” yelled father

“COMINGGGGG!!!” I yelled out over the loud music that was playing above me, darn our upstairs neighbors were reckless, couldn’t they see she was having an end of the life crisis?!?!

“I swear to the dead fungus if you don’t come out of your room right this instant Y/n Finkler, you will not like what is coming!” screeched mom banging on the old wooden table in the kitchen. “OKAY OKAY OKAY I’M COMING OUT RIGHT NOW!” I fired back, “YOUNG BERGAN ARE YOU TALKING BACK TO ME? OUT. NOW.”

If her day wasn’t bad enough already, her parents were super duper pissed at her. Trolltice, the only one and single day a year that grants all bergans joy. Along with celebrating Trolltice, the king was hosting his son, the prince, his 19th birthday party too. Oh that prince wasn’t just any ordinary prince, oh no no, he was THE Prince Gristle Jr. If he wasn’t in every single girls wet dreams, he was partying every night and dating left and right, leaving girls hearts broken. She wouldn’t really have noticed since her head was always in a good book or her head down low at Bergan Highschool, he had noticed her.

3 MONTHS EARLIER

“Hm, is Prince Gristle here?” the teacher called out taking attendance.

“Huh? Here.” Prince Gristle said stumbling into the class mumbling the “here” under his breath.

Your wide brown orbs widened quickly as the once empty spot next to you (you were always a loner) was filled by Prince Gristle! You gasped and gawked at him. How could he be so cute and hot at the same time? His dark green fluffy hair had been messy in bed and was messily tossed on his head, contouring his defined jawline as he clenched his jaw and let out a yawn. His eyes fluttered open as he shot a quick glance at you, slowly his plump lips turned into a small grin as he smiled at you quietly chuckling a low chuckle, gosh how was he so h- “MS y/n FINKLER, STOP DAYDREAMING I ASKED MULTIPLE TIMES IF YOU WERE HERE, PLEASE START PAYING ATTENTION.”

I snapped my head back at the teacher shame taking over me and my cheeks being overcome with a strawberry pink hue dusting over my face and neck. I heard a few other people snicker before the teacher shushed them and continued on with attendance. I slowly lowered my head, my midnight black locks falling out of my messy braid framing my small petite face. I snuck a glance towards my right, glancing at the prince again. He was looking at me and smiling? I whispered at him, “Why are you looking at me?” he chuckled and whisper-yelled back, “Your just so funny, is your name really Y/n? You look like i could call you min-“

“ Mr. Gristle and Ms. Finkler. Please see me after class.” the teacher stated shooting glares at us like we had targets on our faces.

Prince Gristle nudged my elbow and leaned his framed body closer to mine and i could feel his body heat radiating off of him. “Hey, atleast since we’re in trouble we get to know each better.”

I swallowed quietly, i’ve never been in trouble before and i could almost feel his plump lips on the shell of my ear. Chills ran through me. I knew that if i had moved my head to the right a little we would’ve kissed.

PRESENT

As me and my friend, Mia trudged through the huge masses of people here for Trolltice AND the birthday party, we were ultimately squished half to death. The Trolltice part was so fun and special but most of the adults stayed back to dig out more trolls so Mia grabbed my hand and dragged me along to his party. My biggest fear was he was gonna recognize me and try to talk to me. After what went down in detention, it’d be a holy grail of miracles for him to not recognize me.

3 MONTHS EARLIER

“Since you decided to disobey my rules, you two have detention for 2 hours.” The teacher said.

“But isn’t detention only 1 hour?” I raised my hand and politely asked fumbling with my baby pink skirt.

“My room, my rules.” The teacher spat back.

She turned around and stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind her muttering about how her pay was too low to have to deal with this.”Um, i’m gonna go sit in the book nook corner… ermm bye.”

I quickly muttered as i scrambled around picking up my books and my baby pink tote bag (i love baby pink), scooting to the cozy corner decorated with fluffy rugs, 2 large blue beanbags, fairy lights, and best of all, books. I plop down on the beanbag closes to the books dropping my tote bag and let out a big sigh of relief. To her, detention was just 2 extra hours of reading time. I pull out my phone, which was probably a century old and turned on my fav music, Drake, because i’m not like other girls! I put on P Power and lay my head back gazing at page 124 of “ It ends with us”.

I was quietly reading when i heard a plop beside me on the other beanbag. I glanced to where the sound came from seeing the prince sit beside me pulling his phone out of his back pocket. “ Hey, uh I was wondering if erm I could get your number?”

“Oh! Um, Uh let me see, XXX-XXX-XXXX.” I said shocked my wide doe eyes.

“Sick! Oh sorry, you can call me my nickname, Gris. So are you single?” he asked.

“Oh yeah! I’m single, I’m not like other girls, i don’t wear uh makeup or date around!” I blurted out not feeling ashamed.

“Oh, um cool? Uh I’m actually gonna skip detention and uh leave, so don’t erm uh tattle.” “Bye.” He mumbled opening the window and hopping out.

Oh. Wow what a great first impression, but he asked for my number, so that had to mean something.

PRESENT

We had reached the main part of the party and were pretty drunk but sober enough to think clearly. As we were dancing through the sweaty bodies, I took in the people around me, my eyes landing on a familiar face, Gris. Our eyes meet and he gazed me up and down with his dark and hungry eyes, his bright blue orbs landing on my lips, his tongue flicking out and licking his plump lips. My gaze fell on his hands, wrapped around two blond girls hips, their bodies pressed against his tone and built body. I quickly looked away glancing back to Mia, she looked at me with concerned eyes, silently asking me if I was okay. I silently said no and she grabbed my hand leading me outside where the party was less crowded. “Bae what happened? Are you okay?” Mia asked quietly.

“No, uh i just want to go home.” I sniffled softly, “Uh i’ll just call a ride home. Cya tomorrow though!”

I grabbed my phone out of my purse, dialing my friend Avani, my eyes blurry as i stumbled onto the side of the road, plopping my butt onto the cold hard cement. I heard the ringing in the phone and waited for avani’s voice. Instead I heard a deep, smooth, and gravely voice, emitting from my phone,” Y/n? Why are you calling? Are you okay? Where are you?”

Turns out I was drunker than I thought. “Um Im at XXXXX party, i’m just outside sitting on the sidewalk, kinda feel like vomiting my guts out not gonna lie.”

The smooth voice came back, gosh I could listen to that voice forever, maybe instead of a random alarm clock sound i use his voice, my days would always start off the best. “I’m coming to get you Y/n stay put.”

I yawned loudly, rubbing my head, ugh my head hurts so bad. “Hm sure okay.”

I sat there silently for a few moments wondering whose voice that could be, didn’t matter though they sounded hot. While I was sniffing my dress to see if i smelled like sweat and beer, a tall, lean and dark shadow over came my sight and I looked up to see a blurry figure with dark green hair and piercing blue eyes. I heard the figure walk closer and laughed softly as if my state was amusing to him. I blinked a few times, rubbing my eyes. I look up again and oh.my.god. It’s Gris. The fucking Gris. I’m so screwed, I’m almost basically passed out on his property, oh sorry, PALACE. One moment I was on the cold cement and next he was carrying me bridal style back into his house, into the elevator, up to his floor, and carried me all the way to his room and lied me gently on the bed. Taking off my converse and my socks. I heard him say through my drowsiness, “Hey, I’m going to grab some water and tylenol, don’t move too much okay?” That was ultimately the last thing i heard before i fell dead asleep.

THE NEXT MORNING

I tossed around on the bed. Woah, this bed feels like millions of fluffy little clouds. I raised my arms and stretched letting out a soft grunt. I rubbed my eyes and blinked them open, ugh my eyes are so blurry. I shifted around the bed, accidentally hitting my arm against something hard. I slowly sat up immediately regretting it. My head was pounding like a million hammers, I let out a loud sigh, wondering how I was going to the school event tonight. Very slowly I tried to find my nightstand to grab my phone but instead i fell off my bed. “Ouch what was that? Where’s my nightstand?” I said in pain after falling off the bed.

“Ow Ow Ow Ow Ow” a deep smooth voice said under me.

What the fuck. Oh my gosh, I immediately looked down, seeing Gris under me, his dark green fluffy hair sprawled all over his make-shift bed on his floor, then all of a sudden the memories from last night came flooding back. His arms around other girls, me sitting on the cold pavement alone, and him carrying me bridal style to his room before i passed out. “Um hey? Good morning.” His deep gravely morning voice came out under me. Oh my gosh how long was I spacing out for?

“Oh OH I’m so sorry I’m so sorry omg let me get off of you, gosh this is so embarrassing.” I quickly stumbled off of him but my migraine sent me back to the ground a second later.

“Oh god are you okay? Did you drink that much yesterday at my party? Here take some water!” He quickly blurted out, suddenly sitting up causing me to fall forward and collide onto his (hard) chest. “Oh! Uh some water would be nice.”

I said quickly but my voice had died down because I was straddling Gris’ lap, and we were staring at each other right in the eyes. I stared into his beautiful blue orbs, then i found my eyes falling down and gazing at his plump and pink lips. His tongue came out and swiped it against his bottom lip, and his Adams apple prominently sticking out. God he was so hot. I gazed my eyes back up to his eyes seeing him stare at my lips. His hands came up to me, one hand cradling my jaw and the other pushing my midnight black locks out of the way before muttering softly, “Can I please kiss you?” I quietly blurted back, “Please yes.”

His lips found mine, first a soft graze against my lips but quickly turning more heated was his fingers trailed against my jaw and my arms wrapping around his neck. How could his lips be so soft and smooth? He deepened the kiss, pulling me closer to his chest as he fell back onto the floor, me on top as we kept kissing. “I know this isn’t the right time but, I really like you, on the day when we both had detention, you were so calm and pretty that if I stayed another second with you I would confess all my feelings right there but I didn’t want to freak you out.” He said as he rambled on fidgeting with his fingers.

“Oh my gosh, I really like you too, you always seemed out of my league but ai can’t believe you’re here now.” I whispered out softly, grinning the biggest grin ever.

He replied, “So what do you say, will you go out with me?”

“Yes yes yes! I love you so much.” I exclaimed.

“I love you more.” He said.

And they lived happily ever after 😘🤭

[burlveneer-music]

My WVUD playlist, 7/18/2023

(filling in on All Tomorrow’s Parties)

Joy Division - Transmission Elvis Costello - Radio Radio Lou Reed - Rock 'n' Roll (Live) Automatic City - Downbound Train Hunters & Collectors - Talking to a Stranger Sweeping Promises - Throw of the Dice Human Sexual Response - Jackie Onassis Marc Ribot's Ceramic Dog - Soldiers in the Army of Love Blurt - Mesopotamia Regressive Aid - Photo Spreads Current Affairs - Right Time Romeo Void - Never Say Never Rich Kids - Hung On You Ultravox - When the Scream Subsides (Steven Wilson Stereo Mix) The Sound - Total Recall Death Cab for Cutie - I Will Possess Your Heart Wet Tuna - Rough Road Throw Down Bones - The Holy Mountain Still Shines Killing Joke - Full Spectrum Dominance ANOHNI and The Johnsons - Why Am I Alive Now? Gadadu - Cicadas Slowdive - kisses

[qtlibehsun]

too much but too late

pairing: georgenotfound x f!reader [angst]

summary: your wedding day was meant to be the best day of your life, but unfortunately for you a certain man by the name of George ruins it

warnings: lots of cursing, alcohol, mentions of a sexy time, vomit

word count: 2.1k

a.n: hello everyone! i am back! with more angst cause i literally love writing it so damn much. thank you so much for the great feedback from my last post, made me very happy to see majority of you all like it. i promise more works will be published soon since i currently have nothing to do with my life - please feel free to send through requests i love looking at them and i get excited to write them! and now onto the request... i made it super dramatic LOL

You had dreamed of this day for years. Dreamed of it when you were learning to tie your shoelaces, learning to ride a bike, learning how to write. The particular day? The day of your wedding. A day where you were adorned in a pristine white gown, hair immaculate, the tears of joy in your parents faces as they told you how proud they were of you for finding such a partner.

It resulted in your heart sprinting, your hands shaking, and a series of bouncing on the balls of your feet as you squealed alongside your best friends. You were utterly and undeniably ecstatic.

So why couldn’t he be happy for you.

Maybe it was the fact you two were best friends. Maybe it was the countless times you played video games together, joined with discord calls that lasted for over five hours. Maybe it was the fact you two were best friends. Best friends since birth perhaps. The way that almost every day for the past twenty-four years of his life was spent with you.  

Or maybe it was because of that one night on your 18th birthday. Where alcohol poisoned both your systems and blinded your reality. That one night where you went back to his place, and he proceeded to gently touch and love every part of you. That one night where your shadows danced together in harmonious ways to the music of the crickets.

He knew for sure he couldn’t be happy for you because he loved you, copious amounts.

He would never forget the tear you ripped in his heart as you woke up beside him, eyes glossy, a strain in your voice as you told him word’s he never wanted to hear.

I’m sorry George, but it was a mistake. It never should’ve happened. I don’t like you like that.

God, it haunted him.

It was a mistake.

It never should’ve happened.

She doesn’t like you like that.

A mistake.

He wanted to disappear. Disappear to a time before then, where some nights he’d hold you close to his chest and wish upon empty stars that you were his more than platonically. However, no matter what he did, where he went, the images of your face, contorted in pleasure underneath him were stuck like glue in the back of his eyelids, and the whisper of his name that sounded like bells played persistently in his mind. He could not escape you.

And he wanted to disappear now more than ever. To withdraw from a day that made you so happy.

He looked so handsome. A crisp suit, a straight tie, hair fluffy as usual but more styled. However, his eyes were red and sunken, slight stubble on his chin, and a watery gaze that was not there from joy. He looked like a broken glass masterpiece kept together by masking tape.

And when you appeared at the end of aisle, fuck. He wanted to scream from how stunning you were. A complete replica of the most charming painting he’d ever laid eyes on.

There were gasps and murmurs from friends and family that surrounded him, but they fell upon deaf ears. He could not concentrate. And when you made eye contact with him, he wanted to throw up, for he had never been so utterly devastated in his entire life.

Because the man you were marrying was not him.

Your smile, your beauty, your kindness, your everything was not for him. It was the other man that stood at the other end of the room. Hands clasped, emotion swelling with pride. Then again why wouldn’t it, you were his wife to be.

Not George’s.

And when the priest announced speak now or forever hold your peace, he wanted to so bad. His knees jumped with anticipation, the raging urge to yell that he loved you, and you didn’t belong with this man, you belonged with him. But he couldn’t. Because he loved you. And what kind of man would he be to ruin a day you had been looking forward to for so long.

And the kiss. Your first kiss as a married woman. It made his fists clench and heart skip. He wanted nothing more than to have your lips locked with his in that moment.

Your mother in her burst of joy turned around in her seat and grabbed George by his collar, pushing him into the tightest embrace of his life, her face wet, leaving a damp section on his jacket.

“Aren’t you so proud! Our beautiful girl is all grown up!” She squeaked.

All he could do was force out a tight-lipped smile and nod his head that caused his brain to throb. She wasn’t his girl, she was someone else’s.

He shouldn’t have come.

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The expensive bourbon burned his eyes almost as much as his throat. He had had way too much to drink. Far too much for his best friend’s wedding day. His jacket had been forgotten, hung to the back of his chair, sleeves rolled, and tie loosened. He probably would’ve been picked up by a single lady if he didn’t look so miserable. George stayed seated, gaze hardened on the inside of his empty glass as everyone watched you and your husband dance. He refused to watch the smile of joy graced upon your face when you danced with him.

God why were you so fucking beautiful.

A man with fluffy hair and eyes as blue as the ocean however had spotted the dejected man. He sat down with a huff next to him.

“Hey George.” “Hey Karl.”

“What’s up with ya’ buddy? Why you so down.” Karl asked as he wrapped an arm around the back of George’s chair, scooting closer. The brunette just shrugged.

“She looks beautiful, doesn’t she?” He pried, trying to get any response out of the British man.

For the first time since you started dancing George looked at you. Head thrown back in laughter; eyes crinkled at the corner. He had always made fun of you for that.

What had he done wrong? He must’ve done something for God to punish him so cruelly. He shouldn’t have made fun of the wrinkles in your eyes, they were beautiful. He shouldn’t have put the chewed-up gum in your hair, he just wanted your attention. He should’ve remembered your fourteenth birthday party. Why did he have to go off with that other stupid girl he met. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

He felt so fucking stupid.

All the reasons as to why you weren’t his flew threw his head, making him so overwhelmed he thought as though if he were to stand up, he would fall back on his arse again.

“Try not to think about it George, its done now, nothing you can do,” and with that Karl stood up to join the rest of the guests, now dispersing to sit back down or join the two newlyweds for a dance.

That was it. He had to get out of there. Karl’s words had struck a nerve him in. Although drunk and clearly not thinking straight he was right. There was nothing he could do. So why was he still here?

Shooting up and grabbing his jacket George made a swift bolt to the exit of the reception.

Unfortunately for him, you saw your best friend leaving, and with a quick kiss on the cheek and a I’ll be right back, you left your husband by himself and ran after your best friend.

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He heard you call his name in the deserted hallway and was almost tempted to break out in a sprint. He couldn’t talk to you. He loved you like you were a drug. So bad for him but yet he was so addicted. So, against his better judgement he turned around to face you.

“Where are you going?” You asked, cheerfulness dripping in your tone. You clearly didn’t catch on to his deprived state, you were too far away.

“I’m going home.”

Your smile dropped. “Oh, why?”

It was too late now. The alcohol in his system was blinding, and although his brain was screaming at him to turn around, don’t ruin her night, his heart was screaming tell her you love her, make her yours, it’s not too late, Karl was wrong. And detrimentally, for him he went with the latter.

Before you could even comprehend what was happening, he strode forward, grabbed your face ferociously and went in for a kiss. But before George could feel the sweetness of your lips on his once again you pushed him away, two hard hands on his chest causing him too stumble.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You screamed, fury circling your body and resounding your reality. It was now when you were face to face with him you smelt the repulsive hard liquor on his breath. You noticed his red rimmed eyes and the smattering of stubble he wore. He looked almost sick.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N fuck please I’m sorry,” he whined, words slurring together. He was so drunk.

“Why did you do that? What evil thing literally possessed you to try and kiss me? And on my wedding night you sick bastard.” You were so frustrated and disappointed in your best friend you started to cry.

George was so desperate. You were standing so close to him, looking so beautiful, smelling heavenly. But now you were crying, and your perfect makeup was dripping in flawed lines down your face.

Oh no, he thought to himself. I caused that. Let me fix it.

He reached out to wipe away your tears, but you only pushed him away again. He choked on a sob that was threatening to leave so fast. You were breaking his heart so quickly. Why did he do that, he shouldn’t have done that.

“George why?” You whispered to him, wiping away your own tears. “Why?”

“Because it wasn’t a mistake for me Y/N. It wasn’t.” You stood there quietly, paralysed with shock at the information that thudded your heart. He took it as an invitation to continue speaking.

“For as long as I can remember Y/N I have been wholly and devotedly in love with you. Holy fuck you fucking kill me. And not just because of the night we shared on your 18th birthday, but every other night. Where I got to hold you in my arms, and just pretend that for a second that you were mine. Mine to hold, to kiss, to protect, to love.”

He almost seemed sober from the passion that leaked through his words.

“And I understand you love this man, I mean why else would you be marrying him, but fuck I can’t lie anymore. I can’t sit here and pretend that I didn’t wish that man was me. What did I do wrong?” Now he was seriously crying. “Why was I not good enough for you darling? I did everything for you.”

You were flustered and pissed and crying so much you could only sob out a small “cause I’m just not in love with you George. I never was and I don’t think I ever will be.”

George became overrun with jealousy and rage, the bourbon only adding fuel to the fire.

“God damnit girl. You’re fucking breaking my heart. I hope your happy with him, but I also hope you know how far I would’ve gone for you. Anything you fucking wanted I would’ve got you. Fuck!” He was yelling by the end, the liquid courage turning him into a toxic beast. He would be so disappointed in himself if he were sober.

“Fuck you George! You’ve ruined what was meant to be the best day of my life!” You huffed picking up your dress and turning to run away, your cries following you, haunting the hallways making him shiver.

With the knowledge of him ruining a day you had been looking forward to for so long, and quite possibly losing something he loved so much, he ran to the nearest restroom, knees buckling when he entered the stall as he hurled the dangerous amounts of liquor into the toilet.

He sobbed and cried in between emptying his entire stomach, hands plastered so roughly and deeply into his hair.

He ruined everything.

He was such a mistake.

And it was something that ruined a perfect friendship, a guilt that plagued him for years until the grave.

[kozumebunny]

Best Mustang

N joy a small atsuhina fic 😔✌️ NSFW warning

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When Atsumu had first played against Hinata in high school he'd been thrilled. He was beyond the moon after interacting with him.

Osamu for once hadn't said anything about it, Rintarou assumed Atsumu found it funny such a small guy was playing a sport where height was necessary.

Now, just a few years later he's both thrilled and annoyed at Hinata's presence. He's thrilled to see the guy from his wet dreams that had confused him so much then, but loathes his density.

Atsumu has even flat out cornered Hinata in the locker room after every other Jackal had left and flat out said to him "how cute would you be riding me?"

When Hinata laughs and says "I think I'd look more handsome than cute!" Atsumu knows that the saucy wink has gone over his head, and that Hinata thinks he's just kidding around.

Jesus fuck Hinata, Atsumu thinks, please just this once get your head on straight.

Atsumu's flirting finally gets through to Hinata at an after party. They've been drinking and Atsumu is pleased to see that Hinata is a light weight. Hinata had been drunkenly flirting with girls all night and while some had been interested in Hinata, all Atsumu had to do was show up, flash a smile and claim that Hinata was busy.

Around the third girl, Atsumu lost all patience before dragging Hinata out to his car.

This is one of the few times Atsumu regretted his Mustang. Maintenance was a bitch, he could afford it, but you'd always have to schedule an appointment.

Atsumu's dragging Hinata out of the club by his upper arm when Hinata let's out a short, "You know Atsumu I always thought you'd be rough-"

Atsumu seats him in the passenger side before grabbing his chin and making Hinata look him in the eye. "Keep your mouth shut Shoyo. I'm more than willing to deliver."

Atsumu walks around to get in the driver's side and starts driving and he's more than a little annoyed when Hinata keeps running his mouth.

"Atsumu why won't you pay attention to me? 'Tsumu please take care of me, 'Tsumu please-"

Hinata is so fucking needy that Atsumu knows he's got a very obvious boner and he knows that he shouldn't be slamming on the brakes on the freeway but good god Hinata is groping up his thigh and now he's leaning across the console and sucking hickeys into his neck and then Hinata's hand is on his-

Hinata let's out a yelp, jerking backwards as Atsumu continues to white knuckle the wheel, and the car accelerates up to 90.

"Tsumu-"

"Keep your mouth shut Shoyo unless you want to make it worse."

And holy hell does the whine that Shoyo let out make it worse for Atsumu. Jesus he's really asking for it.

Atsumu practically brakes at the last second in his driveway, throwing the car in park before scooting his chair as far back as it can go. It's not very far and given how him and Hinata are both fairly big it's a tight fit.

Atsumu unbuckles his seatbelt, the only other noise besides the engine sidling.

Hinata's watching him with stars in his eyes and it makes Atsumu melt, "get in my lap you dork."

It's fun, especially with the buzz of alcohol in Hinata making him more ballsy than usual. There's a few times where Atsumu tried to throw his head back, smacking the rearview dashboard with a loud 'ow'. Atsumu tried to get Hinata to bounce more and he'd regretted it when Hinata hit his head on the roof of the car. Bad decision.

Atsumu's favorite part of their car sex was when Hinata leaned too far back and hit the horn on the steering wheel. He'd immediately dived down onto atsumu's chest, hiding for a few seconds. Hinata had gotten all huffy when Atsumu found it to be comedy gold.

Atsumu kept the car running as Hinata started to fall asleep. Yeah, Atsumu muses, my mustang isn't too bad.

[xplrsquad7137]

How I Met Your Mother-

Colby Brock × Reader

Chapter Twelve is here...

Chapter Thirteen: Anniversary

Word Count 1,975

Warnings: Fluff and Smut

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Today, it is Y/n and I's anniversary of the day that we first met. I have something special planned for her so I asked Sam to take our daughter for the day.

"Hey, beautiful! Are you excited to see uncle Sam today?!"

Our daughter "Yeah! Is uncle Corey and uncle Jake going to be there?"

"I'm not sure, babes..they might be."

Our daughter "Okay"

….

Y/n does our daughters hair and puts her in cute clothing before we take her to Sam's house (the traphouse). I am making sure the plans are still in order so that everything goes perfectly.

Y/n "Our little girl is ready!" She comes out of the room and I see my two girls all dolled up. O/D/N is in a pink dress with sandals on and her hair is curled and has a little pink bow. Y/n is in one of my favorite dresses that she owns: a long white, strapless dress. 

"Look at my girls!! You both look absolutely stunning."

Our daughter "Thank you daddy!"

Y/n "thanks babe, you look great too like damn!" I am in a fitted outfit that isn't quite a suite but it is very formal.

"Thank you, baby. O/D/N, go downstairs and get ready to go okay?"

Our daughter "Okay!" She walks downstairs and does as she is told. I look down at my wife who is beaming up at me. Her smile is so pure and filled with joy and love. I cup her cheeks and into my hands and I place a soft kiss to her lips.

"Are you ready for today, baby girl."

Y/n "mhm. What are we doing?"

"Don't you worry, you're going to love it. Let's go drop her off at Sam's so we can get this party started!" She laughs and takes my hand in hers.

….

As soon as we pull up to the house, O/D/N gets out of the car and runs to Sam who was waiting for her from the porch.

Sam "HEY!! There's my goddaughter!!"

Our daughter "UNCLE SAM!" She leaps and Sam catches her in his arms. Y/n and I get out of the car for a few moments to say hi and give him hugs.

"Thank you again brother for taking her."

Sam "No problem Colby, you look beautiful Y/n!"

Y/n "Thank you Sam!" 

Sam "You guys go have fun, I got her."

"Alright, love you."

Y/n "Love you Sam!"

Sam "I love you guys too, see you tonight."

_____________________________

Y/n hasn't stopped smiling all day, she woke up with a smile and she will have one all day. I don't let go of her thigh the entire ride.

Y/n "wait...is this.."

"The Vidcon stadium where we met? Yes it is, baby!" The stadium has twinkle lights all around and there is a huge projector for a movie tonight. 

Y/n "Aw babe are you serious!?" 

"Yeah, come on, let's go check it out." 

I take her hand in mine and we enter the stadium. The whole place is filled with photos of us throughout our eight years of being together. Some while we were dating, some with our friends and family. But my favorites are photos from our proposal and our wedding and then her maternity photoshoot. Y/n's eyes fill up with happy tears and so are mine. 

Y/n "I...I am speechless!"

"Wait til the end baby!" We walk until we get to where we bumped into each other and that is where I put the pictures of the day our daughter was born. She holds my hand tighter and starts to cry harder as do I. 

Y/n "Colbyy...she was so tiny!"

"I know...now she is so big."

Y/n "this...this is where we bumped into each other, isn't it?"

"Yeah babe." 

Y/n "I didn't think that you remembered that."

"Of course I remember it! Baby, the day I met you, I gained the world. How could I forget any detail of the day I met the love of my life?!" She jumps into my arms and kisses me passionately. I kiss her until I can't catch my breath and I put her down.

"I love you so much."

Y/n "I love you more Colby!"

"Come on, it's getting dark out, let's go see your second surprise." She takes my hand and I lead her out the door to the soundstage. There is a projector and it says Today Is The Day We All Knew…

Y/n "We?" I look down at her and smile. I push play and our friend's faces pop up on the screen.

Sam "Hey Y/n! I asked Colby to be the first one out of our friend group to say how much you mean to all of us. I don't know if Colby has ever told you this but before we met you, he had the biggest crush on you! Like the biggest crush. When I told him that you were going to be at Vidcon, he got so nervous it was adorable! After he met you, he pulled me to the side and he was like….I think I just met my person. I knew personally that you two were going to click immediately and I am so glad that you guys did. When I met you, I remember thinking holy shit this girl is awesome!" He laughs in the video and we laugh along. "But in all seriousness, I love you so so much. You don't just mean the world to Colby, you mean the world to me as well so..I hope that you have enjoyed this little surprise so far. Love you guys!" Y/n looks up at me while I am holding her in my arms and she has tears in her eyes.

Y/n "Babeee that was so sweet!"

"It's not over."

Corey "Yooo...it's my favorite couple!! I know everything that Colby has in store for you today so I hope you are ready! I just wanted to say how amazing you are and how much I love you Y/n. You make one of my closest friends the happiest man in the entire world every single day and for that, I thank you. On this day, a year ago...my brother's life changed for the better well...all of our lives changed for the better because now we have you. Happy anniversary guys, I love you." All of our friends: Jake and Tara, Kat and Cassie, Kevin and Aryia, Mike etc did a video for my wife and I. It was very emotional and sweet and it truly meant the world to the both of us. By the end of it, we are both a crying mess.

Y/n "Well now that my makeup is ruined, what's next!" I laugh and kiss her whole face.

"Well...now we go outside."

Y/n "Outside?"

"Mhm…" I guide her outside and there is a picnic dinner on the grass in front of the main projector. There are twinkle lights all around and there are pillows and blankets. I see her jaw drop in amazement.

Y/n "Baby...it's beautiful!!"

"Not as beautiful as you baby girl." 

….

After we are done eating, I get ready to turn on the screen and her eyes light up. It is a compilation of all of the videos we have been in together since day one. Eight years full of footage of us dating, getting engaged, our wedding, everything in between, our announcement of being pregnant and our daughters birthing video and of course everything else leading up to our most recent uploads. 

Y/n "I thought that I was done crying but I thought wrong!" She laughed through the tears and I pulled her into my arms. We watch the whole footage and soak in every ounce of memory that we have together. 

"Did you love it, baby?"

Y/n "Of course I love it baby! That was so special, I...I am speechless!" 

"I am glad, we have been together for a long time.."

Y/n "A long time but we will be together forever!"

"Amen to that babe, forever and always!"

….

I took her back to our house for the last surprise. Once we got to the front door, I picked her up bridal style and lead her to the bedroom. There was rose peddles on the bed and candles just waiting to be lit.

Y/n "...how did you do this without me knowing?!"

"I did it quickly before we left. Remember when I said that I forgot my drink? Yeah well that's when I did the peddles."

Y/n "oooo you're clever." 

"Mhm.." I lean into her and she kisses my lips. She allows my tongue entrance and our tongues dance in perfect harmony. I can feel her need for me so I lift her up by her hips and place her on the bed. 

Y/n "Colby-"

"I know baby girl. I'm going to make you feel so good, I promise." Her head leans back into the pillows when I take off her underwear so that I have full entrance. "Oh baby you are soaked already." I don't give her enough time to answer me before I swipe my entire tongue over her whole pussy. Her taste is so sweet, like pure fucking honey. I moan the harder she grinds on my fance. 

Y/n "Fuck Colby please don't stop!"

"Mmm-never." After a few seconds, I add two fingers into her core. She likes it when I keep my rings on so of course, they stay on. I can feel her legs shake around my shoulders and her pussy starts to throb around my fingers. 

Y/n "I-I'ma cum!"

"Cum on my face, baby girl." Not long after, she cums and I lick up every drop of her. She is a moaning mess when I hover over her and kiss her lips. She can taste herself on my lips and moans.

Y/n "Mmm I do taste good."

"See, I told you. You always taste so good for me baby." She tries to move so that she can pleasure me but I stop her, "uh uh, baby. Tonight is about you."

Y/n "It's also about you Colby…"

"I know but I just want it to be about you tonight, you pleasured me all day the other night. Now come here." I move her so that she is laying on her stomach. She cums quicker in this position. 

"Are you ready for me baby?"

Y/n "mhm..please.." I lunge into her in one quick motion, she is so wet for me that it went in so easily. The feeling of her tight pussy around my big cock is enough for me to cum in seconds.

"Fuck baby…. Your pussy feels so good."

Y/n "yeah? Is my pussy making your cock feel good baby?"

"Yeah-FUCK!" She starts to grind her hips into me, making me breathless. She screams my name and cums for the second time. I cum shortly after. 

She moves positions and is ready for round three. 

…

Round three was long and sexy. We both marked up each other's bodies with scratches and love bites. We were in desperate need for a shower but we have to pick up our daughter from Sam's. We throw on loose clothing because we are both fairly sore and head out the door.

"Did you enjoy our anniversary baby?"

Y/n "The best anniversary every babe. I loved every second of it. I love you so much, Colby."

"I love you more, angel. When we get home, shower and round four?"

She smirks at me, "You're on."

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@moriartysringtone7137 @multistanimagines @cutiecolbsss @kid-that-likes-to-xplr @azurebrock @taradummy

[sugar-petals]

Sub!BTS ◇ Tongue-Fucking You 

a/n. sweet jesus ♡ that got heated. enjoy! 🍧

↳ warnings ⚠️ very nsfw ahem, light bondage, masturbation, cunnilingus, collar/leash, pegging, face riding, spanking, orgasm denial, spreader bar, harness

↪ jungkook Nothing. Absolutely nothing about his yearning, sweaty body hesitates. Jungkook is thoroughly devoted to you. With his sleeveless shirt off, donning comfy black pants, and his go-to Friday night red harness on, he attends to important deeds between your legs. Using a quarter bottle of lube because that brings all the fun and a slick, agile mouth. With you reclined on the sofa and thighs wrapped around his head, Jungkook eating you out is twice the party seeing his back muscles play under the individual harness straps. 

↪ jimin His licks are so brazen. True brat he becomes with your fingers entangled in his hair, Jimin needs orders and guidance— and plenty of elaborate punishments. Any sly changes in pace of his mouth make him face his favored cruel forfeit. So, Jimin gets to work. Hooked with his lips, alternating between your breast and clit without fail. Sucking, lapping, salivating. At the risk of further measures should he slip up and fall out of rhythm. Such measures being rapid spanks on his thighs and supple little butt. Which he might, in fact, pine for, watch out.

↪ taehyung What joy. He lightens up so beautifully. His lifespan extends for ten years when he hears your idea. Nothing could sweeten and invigorate his sex drive more than edging himself through minutes and minutes, stroking his cock in a hard rhythm to the intervals of his lips curling into you. Taehyung is quite a natural talent at it, like a tango with his mouth, keen to please with each step. A curious tongue is what brings you closer to orgasm, accompanied by deep, deep moans of Taehyung’s dulcet humming timbre. 

↪ jin There’s only one thing on your mind: Oh shit, why is his tongue so ridiculous. All these little cocky moves can really drive you up the wall. But first, but first... You’ll have your fun endlessly teasing Jin with your feet going up and down his chiseled torso until he gets the anticipated order. “Come, kneel for me. Sweet darling prince.” And he does. You stand comfortably, legs spread, above Jin whose obedient mouth will make you remember its gentle flicks in your dreams. His own hard-on has to wait for some time. Jin is concentrated.

↪ yoongi What? Tongue fucking 24/7 is not an official profession yet? Outrageous. Absolutely infuriating. That needs to change. Yoongi has been fantasizing all day and night to get fucked into submission. Vigorously so. All tied up, pegged, with you riding his face as the perfect finish. His ass will be sore, with some sweet pain in the mix because holy hell is his prostate sensitive, but his tongue can go on and on dipping into you until you feel even your toes twitch and tingle. You know... him being a good employee in the tongue department.

↪ hoseok Feet secured with a spreader bar, wholly still— instead, his eager tongue is busy in all kinds of places. Can’t miss out on your thighs, your fingers, your labia. Collared Hoseok and you can fuck like rabid animals, or take it slow, it’s all up to the weather anyway. But when he eats you out, which can go on for quite a damn delicious while, that’s all happening at once. Fast, and gentle, and deliberate in between. A magnificent kaleidoscope of emotion and sensuality. And you tug him through your session at his pink little leash.

↪ namjoon “You ready?” — “Always, Goddess.” And that’s how Namjoon’s face disappeared. Magic! Between your legs. A big whew on that. His year-long rapping practice is paying off with stamina, intricate skill. It can make it dripping wet like summer rain. Or clean and proper just the way you please. Opting for sloppy means RM will gobble up all pussy he can get for dinner. Not rocket science for the moon man. If you suggest adding some food play, he’s down. It’s always a thrill with some luscious creamy dessert involved.

[waterparkwetnjoy]

https://www.lonavala.wetnjoy.in/blog/holi-party-at-indias-largest-waterpark/

Get ready for the vibrant splash of celebration, dance, music, and masti because it’s Holi time! Holi, an exuberant festival deeply cherished in India. This year, Wet’nJoy in Lonavala is making Holi even more special by hosting the most happening Holi party near Mumbai. Wet’nJoy promises a celebration brimming with exciting activities, a lineup of renowned DJs, thrilling water rides, and, of course, India’s largest Wave Pool. Prepare to book your spot for an unforgettable Holi bash near Mumbai.

[itsme-autumn]

Tempo (Will “Ironhead” Miller x Female Reader)

Author: @itsme-autumn

Pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller x Reader

Warnings: swearing, hinting at smut

Prompt: “I knew what I was getting into when we got together.” from @renae-txt

Will walked in the front door, the music blaring so loud he was surprised the neighbors hadn’t complained, demanding for it to be turned down. Setting his keys down and taking his jacket off, he smiled to himself as he heard you singing loudly in the bedroom. He didn’t recognize the music, but knew you were probably cleaning and got distracted. He made no noise, thanking his training for small things like being able to peer in on your personal dance party going unnoticed. He wanted to enjoy the enthusiastic performance were you giving.

And you didn’t notice him at all, having a good ol’ time lost in your own world. If you had to fold this giant ass pile of laundry, you needed some Lizzo to do it. Tempo came over your speaker and you couldn’t keep yourself from moving your hips to the music, losing interest in the pants you were folding and giving all of your attention your attempt at twerking. You were definitely failing, but your gusto made up for your lack of booty dancing skills.

Fuck, you loved this song. Being a thick girl yourself, you knew every word. In this moment you channeled your inner Lizzo. You were Lizzo.

Pitty-pat, pitty-pat, pitty-pitty-pat (pat)

Look at my ass, it's fitty-fitty-fat (fat)

Kitty cat, kitty cat, kitty-kitty cat (cat)

Prrr me a glass, boy, I like my water wet (wet)

It took all of Will’s self-control not make any noise, your performance making his face hurt he was smiling so big. Not missing a single word, he watched you whip your hair around, completely oblivious to his presence. He was enjoying you in this moment of pure joy and abandon. It was one of the things he loved most about you, your ability to let yourself go and just enjoy yourself. Any silliness he lacked you made up for and then some.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off your backside. He wondered how it would feel pressed up against him as you danced. It didn’t help that you were only in a baggy t-shirt and underwear. He resisted the urge to step behind you and pull your waist to him. He wasn’t ready to interrupt you yet.

Fuck it up, fuck it up

Boyfriend watchin', oh now he wanna knuckle up

Get on this ride, baby, you gon' have to buckle up

Thick thighs save lives, call me little buttercup

You close your eyes and throw your head back. You are a goddess, you think, a dancing queen. Queens don’t fold laundry. You throw the now wrinkled pants back onto the laundry pile, ready to get serious. You kick it up a next level now, twerking (kind of) to the beat, not caring how ridiculous you look.

Let's go (let's go), let's go (let's go)

All the fly girls head to the dance floor

Will loses the battle then, an involuntary snort laugh slipping through. You continue your performance, not hearing him over the music, and Will thinks nothing short of a literal earthquake would get your attention at this point. Not able to hold himself back anymore, he steps forward slowly reaching forward and placing his hands on your waist.

Kitty cat, kitty cat, prrr

All the thick girls--

“AGHHH!!!”

You nearly jump to the ceiling as you feel hands behind you. Will flinches at your screech, surprised that your vocal chords can reach a volume louder than the music. You whip around to face Will, a look of amusement and flirtation on his face. He quickly adds a bit of guilt to his expression, probably for scaring the shit out of you.

“Holy shit! How long have you been here?!” One of your hands goes to your chest as you try to calm your rapid breaths while the other hits him lightly on his chest.

“Long enough to see that thick thighs due in fact save lives.” Will teases with a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. “I didn’t know you had moves like that.” He breaks out into a full smile now, eyes bright while lightly mocking you.

You let out a small laugh, “You like the show, Ironhead?” But before he can answer you put your hand over his mouth. “Wait! I don’t need to hear you say it, I know it’s intimidating being with someone so talented.”

“Oh yeah-” Will slips his hands down your waist to grab your hips, his thumbs rubbing your skin under your shirt. “I knew what I was getting into when we got together.” He winks at you.

“Ha! And aren’t you lucky??” You give him a challenging look and roll your hips to the last bit of the song while keeping direct eye contact.

Just then the piano intro for Truth Hurts starts. Your eyes go wide and Will looks at you with an almost nervous expression. You start shimming your shoulders and wiggling your eyebrows at him, ready to give another performance. You take a big breath, but before you can get the first line out, he lunges across the room for the stereo and turns it off.

“Hey! You do not disrespect Lizzo like that!” You scrunch your face into a pout, which he only finds more endearing.

His eyes light up as he walks to you, pulling you into him and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is quick and you stretch on your tiptoes to deepen it. Will moves his hands to your thick thighs, picking you up while walking towards the bed.

“You want me to put it back on?” Will asks breathlessly against your lips.

You hesitate, pretending to consider your answer. “Well, my fans will be so disappointed, but I suppose the show can be rescheduled.” You bring your hands to his neck up to his hair and pull lightly, humor in your eyes as you bite your lip.

“Oh don’t get me wrong, you will be performing that for me later,” Will’s eyes mischievous as he leans in and whispers in your ear “but I have an opening act that I’d like to perform first.”

You start to laugh before he kisses you again, needy and eager. Will throws you on top of the huge pile of laundry that remains unfolded for the rest of the day.

A/N: So this is my first piece of fanfiction. Ever. I’ve been jammin’ to Lizzo real hard lately and I thought this would be a really cute imagine for Will. Let me know what you think, any feedback would be so great and appreciated!

[bxcketbarnes]

All To Myself

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Words: 1800+

Author’s Note: Who wouldn’t love a whole day by themselves with Steve Harrington? In his backyard? With a pool?

"Y/N! Your boyfriend's on the phone!" I heard my mom yelled at me and I let out a groan, shifting in my bed to face the nightstand.

I pick up the corded phone, pressing it against my ear. "Hey, Steve," I say tiredly as I drop my head to the pillow.

"Hey, baby. What are you doing today?" His voice asks through the phone.

"I don't know. Nothing probably. Why are you calling me so early?" I question him with a chuckle, moving so I'm laying on my back.

Steve laughs as well and I already know he's shaking his head. "I miss you. It's been like a week and a half since I've seen you," he tells me and I snort.

"You're so needy," I tease and I can hear the scoff come from his lips. "Don't worry, though. I love it."

"So, you up to coming over for a pool day?" Steve asks and I hum softly. "My parents are gone, as usual, so it'll just be us."

I grin, needing some alone time with Steve, who I've been dating ever since the night he got his ass kicked by Billy. "I would like that. When do you want me to come over?"

"Whenever you're ready. Bring an overnight bag, I want you all to myself today," he says and my heart flutters at his words.

"Alright, baby. I'll see you soon, okay?" I mumble into the phone.

"See you soon. I love you."

"I love you too, Steve," I full-on grin before biting my lip softly. After hanging up the phone I throw my blanket off of my body, getting up from my bed before stretching slightly. I grab my bag from my closet, setting it down on the mattress.

A knock on my door snaps me from my thoughts of what to pack, glancing towards the sound as my mother stands in my doorway. "What'd Steve want?" She asks, her arms crossed over her chest.

"He wants me to go over for the night," I tell her and she gives me a look. "Ma, don't give me that look. We'll be safe, I promise."

My mother just sighs, nodding her head. "Alright. I trust you to be safe and I know he wouldn't ever force you. He's too in love for that," she says and my cheeks heat up.

Steve's in love with me? And too in love?

After I finish grabbing everything, I sling my bag over my shoulder. I press a kiss to my mother's cheek as I walk past her. "I'll see you tomorrow! Love you!"

-

I pull into Steve's driveway, parking beside his maroon BMW. I unbuckle myself before turning the vehicle off, grabbing my bag from the passenger seat and getting out.

"Stevie!" I call out with a giggle as I step up to his door, knocking a bunch of times. I heard running on the other side of the door, halting my knocks as I take a step back, waiting for the older teen to open the door.

The front door opens and Steve stands on the other side, looking fine as ever. "Hey, beautiful," he greets and I stepped up to him, leaning on my toes to press a kiss to his cheek.

"Hey, handsome. Did you start the party without me?" I ask while noticing him already in his swim trunks, paired with a black tank top.

"No, never," he chuckles and moves out of the way, allowing me into the house. I walk inside, hearing Steve shut the door behind me before I feel his arms wrap around my waist. Steve presses his lips against the curvature of my neck as I giggle, resting my hands over his. “How are you doing?”

I turn around in his arms, wrapping mine around his neck as my fingers find their way into his gorgeous hair. “I’m doing well considering what happened several weeks ago. I see your bruise has finally gone away,” I mention and bring one of my hands to his face, gently stroking my thumb under his eye. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m doing good as well. My first couple of weeks at Family Video have been hectic, especially when working with Keith,” he tells me and I give him a soft smile. I lean on my toes, connecting our lips together. A hum leaves his lips as his hands slide around my waist, resting on my lower back. He pulls away from me a few moments later, a smile coming to his lips as I softly bite mine. “I’ve missed that, though.”

“So have I,” I giggle and press a quick kiss to his lips once more. “I’m gonna put my stuff in your room and change real quick. Meet you out there?” I motion my head towards his backyard.

Steve licks his lips, watching his honey brown eyes roam down my figure. “You sure I can’t watch you get dressed?” He asks cheekily with a wink.

“Steve!” I laugh and smack his chest. He feigns hurt, pouting cutely as I shake my head. “No, you can’t. But maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you shower with me later?”

A smirk comes to his lips as he nods. I make my way towards his stairs when a loud smack is heard in the empty house. The stinging on my asscheek follows and a gasp leaves my lips, having them parted slightly while looking back at Steve. “Love you,” he says and a chuckle leaves my lips, rubbing the spot he just slapped.

“Love you too, weirdo,” I tell him and walk up the stairs to his bedroom.

-

I open the sliding door that leads to his backyard, seeing Steve fumbling with the radio. I adjust the navy blue bikini bottoms, tying the little ties that are on the sides of it. The brunette hears me close the back door, his head turning towards me and they light up.

“Holy shi-,” he cuts himself off as he stands up straight. His eyes roam over my body again while walking towards me. “So, this is the new bathing suit you got?”

“Yeah. You like it?” I ask and glance down at the simple navy blue two-piece. 

He nods his head as we stood near the edge of his pool, a sneaky idea coming to mind. “I absolutely, do. You look amazing, fuck,” he mutters as he admires my curves.

“You know you look amazing as well, but you know what would be better?” I ask in a hushed whisper and he hums in response, waiting for an answer. I smirk before suddenly pushing on his chest. Steve lets out a scream as he falls back into the pool.

He comes up from underwater quickly, letting out a gasp of air as giggles leave my lips. “Oh, you’re going to get it, sweetheart,” the older teen smirks as he swims to the edge of the pool. I watch as he lifts himself out of the water, admiring how nice his arms look.

A squeal leaves my lips as he dashes towards me. I manage to run around him, feeling his cold hands touch my hips. “Steve!” I yell while laughing, running around his pool as he chases after me. He manages to catch up to me pretty easily, his arms wrapping around me before he lifts me into the air. “Baby! I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist,” I try to reason with him.

“Are you really sorry though? The shit-eating grin on your lips doesn’t say you are,” he chuckles and I try to pry his hands off my stomach. Steve sets me on the ground, flipping me around so I face him. Before I could move around him he stripped himself of his shirt, my eyes trailing down his chest. Steve’s arms wrap around me once again before throwing both of us into the pool, a scream leaving my lips before we hit the water.

I swim up to the surface, coughing slightly as I got some water up my nose. Steve comes up afterward, his face going from joy to worry as my coughing continued. “Oh, god. Are you okay?” He asks while swimming close to me, laying a hand on my back.

“Y-Yeah,” I mutter and cough a few more times before calming down. “Just got water up my nose,” I giggle before wrapping my arms around him.

The two of us swim towards the shallow side, Steve’s hands grabbing the back of my thighs under the water before wrapping my legs around his waist. “Sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen,” he mumbles and I smile at him, patting his wet cheek.

“It’s okay, babe. It happens,” I tell him before pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips. “I still love you.” My hands move to his wet hair, combing my fingers through it as I thought about what my mom said earlier. “Hey, Steve?”

“Yeah?” He answers and looks up at me, his fingers stroking the back of my thighs as he crouches a bit, the water coming up past my chest.

“I… Do-Wou-,” I stutter, not exactly knowing how to ask him this question. “You love me, right?”

Steve tilts his head, confusion in his eyes as he nods his head. “Of course I do. I have for a while now, why what’s wrong?”

“It’s just… my mom had said something earlier and it made me think because I know you’ve only felt that way once an-”

“Babe, babe,” Steve cuts me off, one of his hands land on my face, moving some wet strands of hair out of my face, “you gotta elaborate a bit more for me to understand.”

I quietly sigh, feeling my heart pound against my ribcage. “Are you in love with me?” I ask him, not making eye contact with him as nerves fill every part of my body.

Steve lifts my chin, making me look at him as he had a soft smile on his lips. “Honestly, I am,” he confesses and my breath hitches in my throat. He is?!

“Really?” A smile comes to my lips as he nods his head, the smile on his lips widening.

“Of course. It didn’t take me a while too. You have an incredible personality and the way you interact with the kids is absolutely breathtaking. You’re so kind to everyone, including the people you even hated and I found it incredible. You’re amazing and I’m so lucky to call you mine,” he tells me and a quiet aw leaves my lips.

“I’m in love with you, too, Steve. I have since we started high school,” I mumble to him and feel the blush cover my cheeks. He licks his lips, his eyes staring into mine and he stands back up, bringing us towards the edge of the pool.

He sets me down on the edge, his hands moving to the concrete as mine rest on his shoulders. Steve’s gaze moves to my lips for a quick second before he leans forward, capturing my lips in a kiss. My hand moves to his jaw, my thumb stroking his cheekbone as I kiss him back, tilting my head slightly. I pull away with a smile on my lips, our foreheads resting against one another.

“You are the best thing that’s happened to me.”

-

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[peaches-of-1]

Peachtober | Day 24: Forever

University Student / Vampire!Reader x Teacher / Priest!Namjoon

Warnings: Blaphemy kink, sex in a classroom, sex in a church, questioning faith, biting, blood play, Vampirism, angst, smut, multiple partners, voyerism, no condom (all gifts are better wrapped), male masturbation, stepping on genitalia, wet dreams, death mention (let me know if I should add others)

Citrus Scale: Buddha’s Hand

When one's will is stripped away, oftentimes the outcome will be rebellion. A direct or passive fight against their oppressor(s) in one way or another in order to regain their sense of freedom. In this specific case, it was the denial of a dream college to follow their parent's ideal of being a servant of their Lord that one was not exactly loyal to. More like questioning instead of lack of belief. However complicated one's relationship with His Holiness may have been, the rebellion of not being able to go to the school of their choice led to late parties with non stop drinking and laughter that sometimes turned into tears. Such parties and celebrations of indulgence were against the rules, of course.

As it was a Friday, one snuck out of a white marble dormitory in clothing fit for Mary Magdalene as it was skimpy and sheer and perfectly fit for a party bound Harlot. All of this under a casual black coat due to recent rain and to get under the radar of any of the nuns and priests who asked where a young being was going so late. If spoken response was needed, the reply would be something forgotten in the library or a quick prayer session in the on campus cathedral which was always open for troubled minds.

Yet the escape went smoothly. Coats were taken at the door and libations were spread all around in joyous celebration of the weekend. A sense of concern had washed over the shy companion one had decided to come out with.

“More for me then.” was the intoxicated response as another red solo cup of mystery spirits was downed.

As the night went on, the shy one wandered off, no longer in the mood for loud music and drunken partiers bumping into them. Out onto the back porch where something rather large hid behind a tree.

“Hello?” they called out into the night. “It's ok. I won't hurt you. I just needed some fresh air. Inside just smells like vape juice.”

A hand touched the side of the bannister and felt something wet and sticky. In the amber lighting, it was a reddish color.

“Are you bleeding?”

No response and so the compassionate stranger approached too happy to have a quiet place and someone to talk to. Their scream at the realization that what they had stumbled upon was not human and it was not their blood that came from its body was not heard over the loud pop music inside.

Although the original partier as well as the whole campus was being told to stay in dorms and on campus even more than normal, they were not told the reason why. But they knew. One had seen the corpse of their quiet and reserved friend in the back yard when the bathroom was full and they needed to piss and ran back inside to call for help. Police were called soon after. People gave their condolences not just for their lost friend and fellow student, but more for the punishment those in attendance would be receiving.

That punishment being cleaning the cafeteria at the end of the day for the rest of the year. As this was the first day of doing so in this righteous university based on religion, morale was low. Several students were dressed in the school uniform of navy plaid bottoms, white socks, black shoes (with black laces), a button up dress shirt with a collar, and a navy blue Thom Browne blazer which had been approved through one of the CEO’s children going to the school but hating the previous uniforms. They all moaned and groaned at the prospect of actually having to work for forgiveness.

“You should have thought about that before you snuck out to a dangerous party.” Father Namjoon said. “You will stay here until the place is spotless. I will be back within an hour to check on you. I have confessions from the Faithful to listen to.”

And so the young man who was constantly praised for this love of his God and the passion of his sermons went to the booth and waited to listen in on the sins and guilt the Lord's followers had been holding in. Most were the usual things, they had lied or said something wrong. They lusted over the unattainable or felt as though they weren't faithful enough. Some just had burdens too heavy to deal with alone and so Namjoon would pray with them.

That is until the unmistakable sound of Y/N's voice came in and shook the young man's own piety. She had teased him ever since she arrived only a few months ago, but he never gave into her antics. However, they still stayed in his mind so much that he prayed for her. Because of silence on that front, he knew she was just a person in his path to test his faith. Namjoon would never admit that she was doing a rather splendid job at doing so.

“Sorry, Daddy, I've been a bad girl.” Her saccharine voice said.

“Now you know that is not how we do this, Y/N.” Father Namjoon replied.

She giggled, “Yet I know you are listening to me more closely than anyone who has ever said such things properly, aren't you, Father Joonie?”

Every word that came from her mouth taunted the young man and pulled at the Father's heart and other parts inside of him. He stammered out that he needed to get back to his other duties and this needed to be quick.

“I do have a real concern.” The young lady spoke with an irresistible pout in her voice. “It would be irresponsible for you to ignore it, Father~”

“Speak your heart's worry to me, my Child.” Namjoon sighed.

The woman spoke of wanting to claim not only the heart, but also the mind, body, and soul of a man. She claimed to have done this before but not in a very long time and it had never been so difficult for her to approach him in a one on one situation.

“It is not within the right of man to claim another as his property.” Father Namjoon replied with such conviction it surprised him and the woman on the other side of the wooden partition, his body turned to face her.

His hand set on the space in the partition and her hand set on top of it.

Y/N smiled, “What if I am not a man? Nor am I human.”

Brown eyes met ones as bright as rubies. In the darkness of the confessional, the coloring was clear as day. Namjoon felt his hand move but was not sure if he wanted to stop it until his own flesh touched the soft fabric covering her own skin... which body part was this? A quick squeeze and he jerked back his hand. It had been her breast he had grabbed and so he bolted from the booth due to the shock of the action. He felt the need to hide away from everything she was. God knew he had not meant to touch her body like that. It was what she had wanted but the feeling wasn't mutual. Namjoon had taken to a tree in the middle of the courtyard to catch his breath.

“Good afternoon, Father Namjoon. Are you alright?” Father Yoongi asked.

His long time friend and Namjoon's adopted sister who had followed his God given plan into becoming a nun. Both were dressed in their own black and white robes with looks of concern upon their faces for the man they cared so much about. He gave the two a smile and laughed.

“I... I am fine. I simply got frightened by a bee that got too close for comfort.” He would ask the Lord's forgiveness later for lying to his dear friends.

His sister laughed, “They must have mistaken your aura for a physical flower.”

Yoongi chuckled and then asked, “Would you like to join us in getting some craft supplies from in town? We could always use an extra pair of hands.”

“Perhaps another time, Father Yoongi. I have been given the duty to watch over those who attended that party, their punishment that is.” He pushed his hair back. “I was just on my way to check in on their progress.”

“Best of luck to you, dear brother.” Said the little sister.

After polite bows and words of farewell, Namjoon finished the evening quite quickly after the cafeteria was cleaned and decided to work on his sermon for the week.

~~~~

There had not been another incident for a few days. Nothing as big, that is. Instead it was Namjoon's own mind that he was fighting against for the past evenings. He knew she would be back today after the sermon. The man with hair like honey was sure of it, like a well kept promise. He'd keep himself under control and not get caught up in her teasing, he would do his best not to take her bait. Wanting to claim a man for herself. All of him.

He almost wanted her to come back so he could learn more.

And so she did. Within the grated separation, crimson eyes glowed. She smiled, her giggle sounding more like a threat than actual joy.

“So, Father. It seems you have been expecting me.” Y/N announced as the door creaked shut and she sat on the aged red cushion where thousands of students and guests had sat before for years on end.

“Of course,” the blonde man swallowed deeply and ignored the cotton on his tongue in order to speak correctly. “You are a student at this university and so--”

A cute laugh that sounded like the sweetest doom poured from her lips, “Don't play dumb with me, Joonie~ I see how you force yourself not to look at me in class. Why don't you?”

Namjoon replied honestly--as he always did, “You don't wear your uniform properly. It's immodest.”

“But I keep that part unbuttoned just for you. No one else, I swear.” Y/N spoke what appeared upon first listen to be candied false promises.

He scoffed quietly, “Forgive me for not believing that coming from someone like you.”

She pouted, “You should. I don't want anyone else but you, and I intend to make you mine sooner than later.”

“You should repent your lustful and commandeering ways and try to walk in the Lord's light. It is not too late for someone so young like you.” Candid were the words which came from the man who promised himself to the Most High

“But you have the choice to be in MY light, Father. Make the right one before it is no longer a choice you can make.” Her tone alone put the sin in sincere.

“What are you?” Namjoon asked quietly, not sure if he wanted to know the answer.

Y/N made a sighing hum, “Me and my kind have been called many things and depicted millions of times in your media in half as many years. However, I think the common term is Vampire.”

Namjoon gasped and his blood went cold as he knew this was the only truth. That it would explain her eyes and her enchanting ways. Why the men of the school followed her and adored her in the most carnal of ways and fooled themselves thinking it was pure intentions they had with her. Wasn’t that how they were? He saw it in their eyes. Yoongi would sometimes smack them in the back of their heads when he read the thoughts that dripped from their hungering eyes such as the drool from their gaping mouths.

“V-V-Vam-Vam-” The priest stuttered out. The word gripped him like an iron maiden.

Her teeth glinted in the little bit of amber that snuck through the cracks of the ancient confessional, “Yes. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned for nearly a thousand years. Lately I’ve been biting into some of the more beautiful of the young men that come here and women too. Even those who would rather not subscribe to gender no matter how much it is forced upon them. I am not picky. Blood is blood though it does taste better when I see those beautiful faces become twisted in horror and their eyes roll back when I finally sink my teeth into their alluring necks and wrists. The school uniforms to very well at hiding the scars until they heal.”

Y/N’s voice was tinted with true revelry in those moments that must have been the terrors for others. She had in fact created a harem of students to do her bidding in the sunlight where she could not go, right?

“The sunlight,” Namjoon asked. “How do you?”

“Do you really think vampires can live for millenia and not find some way to thrive even in sunlight?” She laughed. “We have many scientists in our ranks who have created ways of surviving in the sun. That along with natural evolution.”

A knock. Time’s up. Apologies exchanged after hushed guarantees to visit later. Y/N had promised to claim him. He could either submit to her by choice or by force. Was there not some way to defeat her?

Namjoon tried his best to continue to perform his daily duties as a priest, as one of the most looked up to men in this lifestyle. Vampires were demons! He could not let himself succumb to her and her unbuttoned top and her plump thighs in her too short skirt. It had been required for girls to wear shorts underneath, but she never did. Instead she bent over and displayed herself for anyone with the pleasure to pass by.

A pleasure? No. It was wrong. Sinful. Gaudy. Women needed to respect themselves and hide their precious bits for someone special. Their husband. Though Namjoon believed women were allowed to do what they wanted with their own bodies, there was a time and a place for everything. The school hallways during the changing of classes were not appropriate options for either. No one else had ever called her out on it, so neither did he.

There had been a few like that. Skipped through classes with no regards for the rules and omitted their pants, but that was the cause of money. The wealthy child of a wealthy benefactor. A single feigned outcry of unfair treatment could cause for their abundant donations towards the school to be pulled. So many sinners in a house of God, but Namjoon knew that was the way it was supposed to be. He knew they wouldn’t be like this forever. They’d see the light of his Lord and see the fault in their ways. Some had in the few months he had been there.

They had become good little cherry blossoms. Had decided to become part of the flock of sheep that took God’s Word to heart. Some mere liars. Goats hiding their horns. However Y/N had been the lion among the lambs, making peace and friends and yet simply bringing them elsewhere to be devoured. All of this occurring away from the eyes of the herders. Right behind them, but they refused to turn and look because they were blinded or simply ignorant by choice.

Had this been her first slip up? Eating the young woman from the party? The DNA found on the body had belonged to a woman thought to be dead for over a hundred years. In the short week after the celebration gone wrong, the case had been thrown out due to evidence tampering. However, it all made sense with one of the few truthful confessions the taunting young woman ever told. The DNA found did in fact belong to a being over the age of 100. It belonged to Y/N, not as if anyone would believe the man no matter how faithful and honest he was.

With heavy feat and a foggy head, Father Namjoon began to disrobe and pray before troubled slumber claimed his night. All he could dream about was Y/N. Belonging to her and giving into desires he had cast aside in the name of following the Lord. Tasting her sweet nectar below, making her hips roll in an attempt for him to go in deeper to her sweet and tangy tasting core. Eyes opened in fright but the second attempt at a G rated dream was even more pornographic. She was feeding on him and he shuddered in joy.

Her eyes like two glowing cherries.

Would a vampire’s bite be so calming? So intoxicating? With Y/N, it could be. He knew that for sure as if the words were spoken to him in a prayer of promise. From his own heart. Yet being fed from above was not enough for her. She also wanted her sacred garden to be plowed and seeded by him.

“Begone, Daemon!” The tall man said into the empty and simplistic room.

His own. Not the den where she had...that he had dreamt. The black iron framing of the bed contrasting the white quilt placed upon it for the colder nights and the equally white walls. Light seeped through the thin linen curtains and showed the specs of dirt dancing in the morning rays of pure and comforting light. Namjoon quickly went to his knees and prayed for the fear to go away. To purify and forgive him for his impure thoughts of a student he was supposed to help guide.

“Heavenly Father, please forgive me. I do not know what has gotten into me, but I promise I will not stray from your path, Dear Lord. You are my light. You are my Savior. I refuse to let the lustful thoughts of that young woman lead me astray. I ask for your guidance now more than ever, God. Oh, God.” He wept. “Please help me.”

When one sacrifices himself for his Lord, when one gives himself to his faith completely, it tends to twist their outlook. It gives someone confidence they did not have before because they feel they have backup. That they are not alone. That is what Namjoon felt as he walked into the class to teach his class for the day. He had truly believed in this morning’s “Amen.”

As a man trained in philosophy until it left him with more questions than answers, he brought that into teaching his class of young adults about God’s word. His promises. He taught about His protection today. With renewed strength, he slammed his ruler on a giggling girl’s desk and asked her to read her texts allowed. Nothing but lustful tones filled the abbreviated letters and messages to someone in a different class.

Y/N spoke up, “As if you are one to judge, Father Joonie. I would not doubt if you had dreams of exploring a woman’s ‘Garden of Eden’ from time to time. Tasting the honey that drips from her at the mere sight of your own sun kissed face.”

A ball of guilt and craving entered the man’s stomach and he hesitated to look at the young woman he now knew was a vampirinc daemon. He feared all weaknesses would be clear in front of her. But he had his Lord and Jesus Christ and even the Holy Spirit on his side. Standing up straight, the young Father smoothed his black robes and met her eyes now their imitation of human coloring instead of the demonic garnet shade he was familiar with.

“I am not one to judge on anything. That is a job reserved only for our Lord Jesus Christ. I simply am stating that her mind should be on the lesson and not matters of the flesh.” Namjoon spoke with a straight spine. “As for your guess as to what I do in my own privacy, in my own head, that is not for you to know.”

“Then I am right.” She said with a knowing attitude and a sharp glare.

Brown eyes defied his inner doubt and said, “You have every right to think so and you also have every right to button up your blouse.”

A false pout sat upon her plump lips, “Even Jesus hung out with harlots.” and folded her arms which made her chest seem even more voluptuous than before, creating stronger cleavage to be seen through her opened dress shirt and blazer.

“I am not Jesus, but I am in charge here. So please conduct yourself properly.” Namjoon said.

“Feeling brave today, aren’t we, Father Joonie?” Y/N said before deciding to follow the rules. . . in her own way. “Taehyung-ssi~, will you button up my shirt for me? I’ve hurt my thumb this morning.”

The beautiful young man with skin like caramel stammered and eventually nodded and blushed as he ghosted his hands above her chest, having to look directly at it to do what he was commanded to do. He even bit his lip. As the moment stretched out, she smiled and looked at his face. His heartbeat had to have been loud. Namjoon’s heart was beating louder and was biting his lip even harder. Why? He should’ve said something when she made the request in the first place.

Instead jealousy made the strong jaw tense as both hands gripped firmly on the podium in front of him.

“That’s--” Father Namjoon began, starting to get fed up with how long this was taking.

“Done. Is that fine, Y/N?” The younger man asked, forcing himself to look into her eyes and his cheeks became scarlet.

She gave a smile, “Yes. Thank you, Taehyung-ssi.”

Both students sat in their seat and the lesson continued as the sun was high in the sky, beating down on all of the rich campus. The sun that gave all of the world life and light began to sink soon after the final lesson and Namjoon decided to finish grading the last test at home. As he passed by what was supposed to be an empty hallway since it was nearing dusk, he instead heard labored breathing and primal grunts alonged with muffled moans.

“Be quiet, or someone is going to hear you.”

Was someone in trouble? Had someone given into their lustful urges and gone after an innocent student?

The sunkissed man with a heart of gold and duty towards bettering humanity sped towards the source of the sound. Moans and grunts got louder as the concerned teacher traveled empty halls to find who would be visiting the Headmaster and getting extra sessions in the confessional.

It was not any sound of pain, but pure erotic rapture taking place on the sturdy tables attatched to the floor. Pure whites and blues being tarnished by the sweat and friction it takes for at least two bodies to engage in intercourse. The bodies belonging to those who engaged in what turned out to be subtle foreplay of buttoning a simple blouse in front of a class of 13 other students and a fuming teacher. Who else better to approach the scene of discarded navy blue blazers now?

“Oh, I do love your blood the most, Taehyung-ssi. I would take more, but I wouldn’t want your cock to suffer any loss since I find that just as delicious if not more.” purred a familiar voice. “Yes! Oh yes! You are such a good pet, TaeTae.”

Deep growls responded, “Take as much as you want, Mistress. I’ll produce more blood. Ah! Ah, I want to serve you, Mistress.”

She moaned at his repeated penetrations, “You serve me so well, my pet. I assure you. Mmmm, right there. The most--oh--sought after boy on this incredibly dull campus approaching me my first day here, mmmpph and not backing down even after you found out what I was.”

“I just wanted to be yours, Mistress. I didn’t care how. Feed on me more, my beloved Mistress. Please.” Taehyung’s labored voice begged.

“You’re close, aren’t you, my pet?”

A desperate voice answered, “Mmmm, gya. Yes, Mistress.”

Y/N’s unforgettable laugh, “Ok, one more bite.”

Namjoon watched through the cracked doorway, unable to tear himself from the sounds of such passionate and primal coitus in an empty classroom. He remembered the time in high school when his heart led him to do the same with his crush, but it became the reason why he was sent here in the first place. It had been seen as too dirty and sinful when the love they had was as pure as freshly fallen snow.

Now, to see the one he said would claim him instead claim another, it...it hurt. It clouded his once confident mind with doubt and complex feelings. Had she lied to him? Was he really something so special when she had claim to half if not all of the student body at this point? Did such a pain that shot through his chest even deserve the name of heartache?

The sight of her removing the white dress shirt from Taehyung’s shoulder and sinking her glistening fangs into the area made something shift inside Father Namjoon. A brief wish to be in the young man’s position instead of standing stunned in fading sunlight flitted through his mind as he stared, mouth agape and stomach being filled with the most sensual of sins in the highest concentration. Such an act was being performed right in front of his snout which rested a pair of glasses.

As if fate wanted to make sure he saw every moment, every thrust, every bead of sweat as clear as possible.

Eyes like Hellfire looked directly at the frightened but enticed priest, assuring him that she had known he was there the entire time. The smile telling him not to look away even as the black framed lenses landed on the floor.

“Mistress! I feel so dizzy~” Taehyung whined. “Can I--?”

“Go ahead, pet.” She responded.

With blue plaid bunched around ankles, the student thrusted deeply into his Mistress with a broken moan. He begged for Y/N’s kisses and she gave them to him for being so good for her. As the affectionate action was done, a troubled pious man ran away. Out of sight, out of mind, right? That was his goal.

“Mistress, who was that?” the pet asked, breathing heavy and mind full of fog in part due to blood loss.

Y/N caressed his head and felt his creamy offering inside of her, “No one, my dear. Rest now. I’ll get you a nice comfy place to rest. Don’t you worry.”

With the door shut firmly behind himself, the call of concerned friends asked the reason for his quick pace and strained face. He assured them that it had just been a long day and he had just been in need of rest and it would be best if he were left alone for the time being.

“I just need to pray.” the young man with hair like a sandy beach promised himself.

But there was something that needed to be dealt with before he uttered a word up to the Heavens to hear. The growing problem in his pants making them even tighter, now pressing up against the zipper. It...it had to be handled now. This was the first time Namjoon had been on his knees not to pray, but to instead relieve the lust that created a fire in his groin. A fire as bright as Y/N’s ruby eyes. Unbuttoning pants and moving down black fabric and white underwear to free his thick and throbbing phallus. More upstanding than he was perceived by everyone on the other side of the door.

He just had to make it quick, and so the horny representative of the Heavenly Father began the task of sliding his hand back and forth along already moisturized skin. Friction was decreased due to his own precum leaking onto the rest of his cock. Biting the hem of his robes to keep quiet and keeping it out of the way, the man imagined himself in the place of his student, serving his Mistress in the most carnal of ways. He thought of her flame filled eyes looking at nothing but him.

Mistress. Mistress. Please don’t let anyone else serve you but me, Mistress. I’ll do anything. Please! He tried to stay true to the live script but instead let his own desires come forth. You were right. I do think that way. I haven’t thought about any of this stuff in a long time, not until you revealed what you were. Please!

He imagined Y/N’s hands scraping down the front of his chest and landing on his aching cock which she soon took over and began stroking with fervor. She teased him for being so desperate and laughed at him for making things so hard on himself when he could have just given in. Namjoon could just deliver himself unto his urges and into her and then maybe he’d be rewarded with actually getting to cum inside of her. Father Namjoon just wanted to let his snake explore her bush for the rest of his Earthly years..

The constricting heat of it. Her voice calling him precious names and soon enough his own voice was begging just like Taehyung’s had been. The small bit of sense left in the priest’s mind caused him to bite on his own arm as his white seed fell onto the barren land of a carpet a few shades darker due to it being traveled by many feet, making his sin even brighter and apparent.

Guilt soon constricted his heart and hot tears of regret burned and flowed down his cheeks. This was no way to live! He could not serve two Masters! He had to choose and Namjoon was sure his body had already decided against all reason, all logic, all sincerity to his life and love of serving his Savior God.

The next day in class, it was difficult to look at the one he had imagined pumping his cock for less than 24 hours ago on his bedroom floor. She noticed very early on in the teachings and had been torturing him thought the entire lesson, spreading her legs too wide while in her seat and even while in groups, she made sure her back was towards Father Namjoon and bent over the desk to reveal the scandalously thin and lacy thong she had decided to wear.

Blood rushed to all extremities of the teacher with a war inside of him. Which to follow, his Master or a new one that would rather be called Mistress? One was certainly real in a physical plane as well as mental. He no longer hesitated to believe in her power, though his troubled thoughts were stilled by a hand tapping his arm.

Father Namjoon jumped out of his skin, making the others laugh for a moment.

He then turned to the face of a young woman known as Lisa, “Father Namjoon, the timer? It’s been going on for a while.”

The beeping of his phone was silenced and then he had the groups go through and speak about the Biblical topic they had chosen. Research had been done as a group, but only two would present to class until the bell rang. Once the charming ring of wind chimes sounded, the students were released to their next class. The honey haired priest then cleaned up the room before his next class came for his teachings.

There was a folded note with his name on it in the seat in which Y/N every day as things were organized by surname. Namjoon’s heart jumped in excitement and anxiety at what the letter contained. It was a time and a place. A smile broke out on the teacher’s face so bright and broad that he had to cover it with his hand.

Next class came in. The same lesson was taught. The sun went down slower than usual.

Soyeon raised her hand, “Father Namjoon, why do you keep looking at the time? Are you looking forward to something?”

“Nothing in particular. I just hear that it will be a full moon tonight, so I am excited to see it once it’s up.” The man gave a polite smile as the timer went off.

Once the silver moon was high in the star speckled sky, Namjoon travelled to the location which was written on Y/N’s note. It was the old church that had been abandoned years ago after a great fire years before Namjoon ever showed up to this university. With only memory and a flashlight to guide him, the priest was clad only in a pair of black jeans with a white button up shirt tucked into them. The sleeves were rolled up to right below the elbow since he no longer felt wholly right in wearing his robes.

He opened the charred wooden doors with a groaning creek. Invisible small animals ran among scattered leaves.

“Hello, Y/N?” Namjoon called out. “A-are you--Are you here?” His voice reverberated upon the walls of the dilapidated cathedral.

No reply. He was stupid, and for what? Where had all of his rational thinking gone? The priest should have stayed with his God and his books. This may have been the day he died. It was just his imagination, all of this. The 100 year old DNA was just evidence that had been tampered with. She wasn’t a vampire. They didn’t even exist!

“Now now, don’t say that.” Y/N’s voice echoed. “I was just putting on the final touches, Father Joonie~”

Namjoon’s gaze fell upon the beautiful woman’s form, the vampire who had awoken years of suppressed lust inside of him. The one he wanted to serve more than almost anything.

Her shape was covered in a tight rose colored dress which left little to the imagination as it had no sleeves and only straps to hold up a beautiful bosom that glittered in the moonlight due to the chains that dangled from a black lace choker with a ruby as red as her eyes in the middle. Her fingers were adorned with black rings and she was holding red wine in a crystal glass. Her red and gold studded heels clacked on the aged dark wooden floor. As she tucked her hair behind her ear, the earrings she always wore winked in the moonlight along with a rosy bracelet.

“How do I look?” She asked, spreading her arms revealing lace underneath her breasts allowing her skin to peak through.

The man choked on his own words and was unable to reply. She had really arrived at the meeting spot for him. Of course, she was the one who set this all up in order for her to claim the man.

She smirked, the tip of blade like fangs flashed, “Thank you. I must say that you look quite delicious as well. I do quite despise those robes for doing such a good job at hiding such delectable and supple shapes like yours.”

“Y/N,” The man spoke softly. “I have come to give you my answer.”

“Is it the right one?” The woman stood in front of him and batted her eyes.

Namjoon nodded and could not meet her cherries, “For me, yes. I cannot be yours as much as it pains me. My heart and soul belong to my God.”

She frowned and the glass shattered in her hand as wind picked up, there was a crack in her usually calm and cocky exterior, “It’s a shame that I have to do this by force, Joonie. I had really hoped you made the correct decision.”

Hands were put up defensively, such is the way one should hold themselves in an attempt for self preservation.

“Please, hear...hear me out. I want. I want you. I want to be yours, Y/N. There are feelings that I have never felt before, and I doubt they’ll just go away.” His voice was soft as the sky and had a rasp which matched the crinkling leaves. “But I cannot serve two Masters--”

“What if I told you that you can keep your priesthood and still belong to me?” Y/N said.

Was such a thing possible? “. . .I’d take that option in a heartbeat.”

Her smile returned and the wind died down, “Alright, then. Your heart, body, and half of your mind will belong to me, but He gets to keep your soul and the other half of your mind.”

Namjoon gave an eager nod, “Yes. Yes, please! What do I have to do?”

In an instant, Y/N ripped off the startled man’s shirt Sharp talon like fingers dragged up the abdomen which flexed underneath her touch. A firm hand then gripped his chin and forced them to look at her. Shaded eyes looked up with a devilish grin with showed the entirety of fangs sharper than any needle the desperate man had ever seen. He let himself get lost in her red beryl eyes and felt himself losing all of his will as two lovely canines sunk into his neck. A bit of warm wetness trickled from the wounds, dying his shirt a romantic crimson. Tears of pure bliss dropped from his eyes. It was painless as he felt himself relax under her ministrations, his legs starting to give out.

Father Namjoon soon found himself kneeling in front of her red dress as she licked her scarlet stained lips. Her heel cover shoe then stepped on the oh so attentive cock hidden beneath thin trousers. The man hissed in a breath and felt as though he could orgasm then and there.

“Hmp, I finally have you, don’t I?”

She then began walking away from him and floated up the stairs and sat herself on top of the pulpit and spread her legs. Unlike earlier where there was a piece of black lace separating YN’s already deflowered garden from the harshness of man, there was nothing except flowing river of her honey. The half turned priest licked his lips.

“Equivalent exchange, my dear. I take some of your lifeblood and you take your fill of my body. Anything you desire no matter how sinful it is, I will happily fulfill. Now devour my nectar.”

“Yes, Mistress~” Namjoon said without missing a beat and then walked towards her dripping pussy, taking a deep inhale. “Oh, God. It smells delicious.” He hovered his nose right above her heat and breathed in again, his torso pressed against the pulpit’s wooden cross and adding much needed pressure to his sheathed length.

Y/N shoved his head forward, “No more talking! Become mine already!” obvious impatience after months of hard work was expected and rewarded.

Everything Namjoon had ever imagined over the past 6 years of learning and eventually becoming a teacher at the school came forth. All thoughts that had been shoved to the deepest parts of his mind were given new life as he took his fill of her body. His pants were now discarded somewhere off to the side as he became hungrier and more unhinged.

He wanted to be hers and he wanted his God. With this oath, he was promised both. Jesus died for man’s sins. It would be a waste if he died for nothing, right? Every thrust inside the vampire he adored was like a prayer and her moans a matching hymnal loud enough for Him and all of His angels to hear.

“Mistress. Oh, Y/N. Thank you. Thank you for choosing me. Thank you, Mistress Y/N.” Father Joonie panted out as he rutted with no sense of fatigue. “I don’t know why I tried to fight it. I can really have it all with you.”

She giggled and moaned out his name, “Oh yes, Father Joonie, yes you can.”

“Don’t be with anyone else. Please. Keep your eyes on me. At least when we’re together. Don’t play around with Taehyung or anyone else.” He sounded so pitiful, begging a student that he taught not to play with his heart.

“If I ever play with anyone else, you will be there to make--oh goodness--to make sure they’re doing it right. You’re my number 1, Joonie. I wanted you and so I’m going to have you ask much as I can.” She was a moaning mess under him as they screwed, using the pews as support to blow out a Vampire’s back.

The fiercely tender words went right to the priest’s cock, “I’m gonna. Mistress Y/N, I’m going to cum! Let me seed your garden, please!”

His fluttered as she once again sank her teeth into him and sucked.

“Fuck! Yes! Oh God, yes!” The priest orgasmed deep inside his vampire student.

Father Namjoon no longer cared about him being her professor or that she was a vampire. All he could think about was how most of him belonged to her now. He slid out of her and got onto his knees to lay his head in her lap once she sat up. She caught her breath and started to smooth his head. Maybe she had pushed him too far for their first feeding.

Her own clothing had never been removed completely, only pushed out of the way to free her bosoms and create better access to her now filled and dripping pussy. She did not attempt to correct any of this as she adored the exposed feeling of it all.

Then her most prized possession in several centuries said to her in his dazed state, “I want to be yours for the rest of my life, Y/N.”

“And you will be.” She promised.

[stoopsbookstore]

Countertop -M-

Synopsis- Seonghwa and Y/N are friends with benefits, who are too stubborn to admit their feelings for each other. A romp during a pool party leads to a jealous Seonghwa, Y/N getting tipsy and a countertop that should be cleaned.

Warnings- Sexual content, Tipsy sex, Unprotected sex, Jealously sex

Seonghwa was laying on the floor of his shared dorm room, the blanket on Yeosang's bed draped over him as he stared at Y/N who was pulling her shirt down, fixing her bra straps. The noises and shouts of a pool party hosted by the Ateez dance crew at the KQ clubhouse pounded through the door.

"Do you want a drink or anything?" Y/N reached for tbe doorknob, Seonghwa standing up his naked glory, "can you at least put on some pants?"

Seonghwa shrugged, wiggling his hips, his cock waving from side to side, "don't act as if you weren't just riding it."

Y/N rolled her eyes, annoyed by the clothes-less male who started looking for his boxers. He looked at Y/N, confused by the sudden coldness of the girl who was moaning out his name in pleasure.

"You know I'm joking, right?" Seonghwa pulled up his boxers, finally wearing a piece of fabric on his body, "Do you want to talk about what's bothering you?"

Y/N turned the knob and walked out of the room, running into Yeosang.

"Hey, Y/N!" Yeosang waved at the girl who blew right by in, walking into the room and seeing Seonghwa standing on his blanket, "Dude! My blanket again?!"

"Not now, Yeosang," Seonghwa ran his hand through his hand, "has Y/N said anything about me?"

"I remember her and Hongjoong talking about you. If I remember correctly, she said she has feelings for you, but knew that you just wanted to keep it just strictly physical, so he offered to take her on a date," Yeosang pulled the blanket from under the older male's feet, throwing it in the hamper as Seonghwa threw on a tank top and basketball shorts.

"I only wanted to keep it physical because I didn't know if I had feelings for her."

"And now you do? Oh now that Hongjoong fucked her, you want her?" Seonghwa's jaw hardened at the wide-eyed boy's vulgarity, "you want her just because Hongjoong does?"

"They fucked?" Seonghwa seemed shocked, one of his dormmates and girlfr- friend with benefits fucked, "when?"

"When you went out with Sua and Joy and proceeded to try and have a threesome with them, Joy left because she doesn't hook up like that, so you just ate Sua out. In the bathroom. With the door unlocked," Yeosang gave a pity pat to Seonghwa, who looked at the verge of punching a wall, "Better talk to her soon."

Y/N had walked into the kitchen, immediately grabbing 3 of Hongjoong's legendary Bomb-Pop flavored jello shots, throwing back as the aforementioned male walked towards her.

"Holy fuck, girl, calm down! There's plenty of more drinks to try," Hongjoong handed Y/N a light green drink, a minty smell lightly whiffing in the air, "it's a mint julep, preapred by yours truly."

"Thanks Hongie, but I think I'm going to stick with a classic Bomb-Pop," Y/N threw another back, Hongjoong throwing his arm around her, fiddling with her plaid mini-skirt as she chugged the mint julep for earlier.

"Let me guess, Seonghw issues?" Hongjoong put his head on Y/N's shoulder, another shot going in her mouth, an attempt at one more shot Hongjoong intercepted, "You should take it easy now."

Y/N leaned on the counter, watching San and Sana battle Umji and Mingyu in a chicken fight, stirring the ice of the mint julep.

"My opinion, just do what he's doing," Hongjoong leaned on the counter, mimicking Y/N, "he fucks around and expects you to be waiting for him on your knees, mouth opened, legs spread, vibrator on your clit? No. At least when I fuck around, I never promise anyone anything."

Y/N elbowed Hongjoong, "At least you're honest about being a fuckboi. You fuck and leave."

"Unless it's you, then I'll cuddle," stifling a laugh, Hongjoong rubbed Y/N's back, leaning on her shoulder and nestling his head on the crick of her neck, lightly blowing on her ear, "I could help with some of the tension."

Hongjoong pulled Y/N closer to him, eventually leaning over her and rolling his hips, Y/N hiding a moan, "maybe it's just the party or the alcohol, but I'll be glad if you help."

Seonghwa hurried down the stairs, his feet stomping on each step as he ran by Sua talking to a boy he knows as Lee Know.

"Hey babe!" Sua grabbed Seonghwa's arm, "I've been looking for you, where have you been? I figured we could have a private party upstairs."

"Not now, Sua," Seonghwa brushed Sua's hand off his bicep, "have you seen Y/N or Hongjoong, preferably separately?"

Sua rolled her eyes, "Last I saw, they were getting touchy-feely in the kitchen."

"Outside or inside?"

Sua responded with a shrug as Seonghwa rushed to the outdoor kitchen, seeing his stepsister, Yuna, and her friend, Jeongin, mixing drinks as they giggled to each other. Empty bottles of liquor around the pairing as Seonghwa stole the one that Yuna was holding.

"Aren't you two too young to drink?" Seonghwa scolded Yuna as she put down a red solo cup in shame, "why are you even here? Don't you have homework due?"

"Jongho told us there was a pool party," Yuna flashed her puppy dog eyes, "can we please stay?"

"No, you're only 16 and I'm not going to be responsible if you get busted for underaged drinking. You two can hang out in the basement for now."

Yuna and Jeongin grumbled, admitting defeat as they walked through the backdoor as Seonghwa walked into the main floor kitchen, witnessing Y/N sitting on a counter, shirt pulled over her chest, head thrown back as Hongjoong started kissing her breats through her bra, his fingers under her skirt.

"Hey, what the fuck?!" Seonghwa shouted as Hongjoong and Y/N pulled away, Y/N jumping from the counter and fixing her skirt, "what the hell?"

Y/N grabbed another jello shot, throwing it back, not wanting to deal with Seonghwa's bullshit at this moment.

"Seonghwa, list-"

"Hongjoong, get the hell out," Seonghwa stared at Y/N as she went back to stirring a different blue drink, Hongjoong scurrying out of the room, "Really? Hongjoong?"

"You don't get to say shit, Park," Y/N sipped the drink, mimicking the tall boy, "Really? Sua?"

"Ok, listen. This sounds cliche as fuck, but Sua wasn't anything, she was literally just a fuck, something to get my dick wet," Y/N scoffed at Seonghwa, "I'm serious. I had to fuck my feelings out, not even fuck her, it was just oral."

"Oh, just oral! That makes it hurt so much less," Y/N clapped her hands together.

"You fucked Hongjoong! Hi pot, I'm Kettle!"

"I did! Because you did the exact same thing. Fuck a girl with nice legs or nice tits and then come back to me, wanting me to bend over backwards for you."

"I thought you bending over backwards was one of your kinks! You always seem so flexible when I fuck you, but maybe that's just because you've been humping Hongjoong, not even a goddamn fucking hour after you were just riding my cock!"

Y/N was stunned, accidentally knocking a glass on the floor, "maybe I wouldn't have fucked Hongjoong if you had just told me your true feelings? Or maybe I would have because you just want to sleep around?"

"Damned if I do, damned if I don't," Seonghwa looked at the glass, both parties feel horrible about what was said, "can we talk about this please?"

"I don't know, can we?"

Seonghwa walked up to Y/N, placing his hand on her cheek, both of them coming to their senses, "what if I told you anytime I fucked someone else, I was picturing you? What if I had to make sure I didn't accidentally moan your name out? What if I told you I'm a fucking dumbass who had to see someone else dry humping you to discover that I am madly in love with you and I'm dying to mark you up, so Hongjoong or any other guy doesn't fuck with you?"

Y/N looked at Seonghwa's face, sweat going off his eyebrow, she grabbed a festival summer colored napkin and wiped his face, seeing the sincerity on his words.

"What if I told you I love you too? What if I told you I wanted you to bend me over the counter, pull my tits out of my shirt, flip up my skirt and fuck me doggy style right here where anyone can see us?"

Seonghwa was shocked at the intense, dirty confession from Y/N. He pulled Y/N closer, spinning her around and flipping her skirt up, "I'm going to kill Hongjoong later. If I ever see him sucking on your neck again, I'll make him watch as I fuck you senseless."

Y/N pulled her shirt up and her bra down, exposing her breasts as Seonghwa pulled down his shorts, rolling his erected cock into Y/N. He moved Y/N's underwear to the side, pushing in with little resistance, thanks to the previous encounters from earlier in the day.

"I'm yours, Y/N" Seonghwa thrusted Y/N into the counter as she moaned, the music loud enough to disguise them, "thank God this isn't an open concept house, or everyone would see us."

Y/N grabbed Seonghwa's hands that were holding him up and moved them to her breasts, not saying a wors as she held them in place. Seonghwa's fingers making quick work of Y/N's exposed nipples as Y/N threw her ass back on Seonghwa's cock.

"I can't wait to fill you up, have you all to myself, making Sua and Hongjoong know we belong to each other," Seonghwa kept his thrusts in the beat of the pounding EDM music, the pleasure from their earlier tryst helping their high.

Seonghwa freed one of his hands from Y/N's grip, reaching under her skirt and underwear to rub her clit, biting down on her neck, leaving hickeys and marks as much as he can.

"Just a little bit more, babe," Seonghwa's thrusts started to lose their rhythm, pounding into Y/N as she started to shudder in pleasure, her high crashing as Seonghwa could feel her clenching around him.

Seonghwa felt his own orgasm releasing as Y/N kept pushing back onto him.

"Take every drop, babe. It's all yours," he saw the white liquid spill out of Y/N as she fell forward on the countertop, exhaustion hitting her from her second orgasm in a short bit of time.

Seonghwa reached for another napkin, pulling out of Y/N and wiping the mess from behind her legs, wetting the napkin so he doesn't irritate the sensitive skin.

Y/N gathered enough strength to fix her shirt and turn around, a sweaty Seonghwa caging her as he caught his breath. The pair looked at each other, wanting to say the first word. Finally, the loud silence was broken when Seonghwa spoke.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Do you think we can talk about this?"

"Yeah. I think we need to."

[queensdivas]

Otters Part 1

I’ve been cooking this up for a little while and figured why not! Hope y’all enjoy because this has been really really cute to write so far. And this is part one out of..god knows how many. Enjoy!!!! 

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Part 1

Bevvie came walking out with her blanket and stuffed sea turtle as Joe put the last suitcase in front of the doorway while you were packing roadtrip snacks in the tote. Rubbing her eyes then noticing she had on two different pairs of shoes on with her shirt on inside out. 

“I’m all ready for grandmas.” Yawning in front of us and Joe fast walking to her and scooping her up in his arms. 

“I can see that Bevs. Why don’t we pick out something that’s gonna be way more comfortable and shoes that you can easily slip on and off.” She nodded as he carried her back into her bedroom as you figured it was time to dress Joey for the car ride. 

You turned the light on into a dim phase then walking over to Joey who was entangled with his blankets and t-rex stuffy was tucked into his chest. You brushed his hair back to leave a soft kiss on his cheek. 

“Joey. It’s time to wake up.” Whispering as he rubbed his eyes then pulling his blankets over his face. If it’s one thing Joey got him his dad besides his looks, it was definitely his personality because you had the same struggle of trying to wake Joe up for work. 

“If you don’t get up, no grandma and you know how much grandma loves to make you those cheesy potatoes.” Bribing him as his head shot up and practically leaping out of bed. Running to his closet then trying to find his clothes. 

“Sweety here. You can wear your overalls and blue striped shirt since we’re going to be in the car for a few hours. Now get over here so I can help you get ready.” You grabbed his overalls from the floor as he put himself in them, then grabbing his striped shirt and helping him with the sleeves. His head popped through the top of his shirt and your finger booping his nose. 

Joey grabbed his stuffed dinosaur from his bed to then walk out of his room with you following behind him. Joe had Bevvie ready to go with our suitcase in one hand and her passed out on his shoulder. 

“We ready?” You asked as Joey grabbed his tiny suitcase that was sitting by the door as you grabbed the snacks off the table. 

“I think so. Let’s get this show on the road everyone!” Joe sung as he opened the apartment door with Joey following behind them as I turned off the light of the apartment. Double checking to make sure you had your car keys in your pocket as you looked at your apartment door. You put the snack bag on top of suitcase to take from Joe since he was holding knocked out Bevvie in his arms. 

Clipping down Joey into her car seat while playing with his dinosaur as Joe clipped the seat belt for Bevvie who had a tight grip on her stuffed animal. Thanksgiving was in two days and you had a very long ride to Charleston Sout Carolina since Joe's mom is out in California with her hippie community. So going to your family's house in Charleston was a better option for the kids at least. If you didn’t have those two little rascals you maybe would’ve gone out to her and partied hard on Thanksgiving. 

Closing the car door on my side then climbing into the passenger side of the S.U.V. since Joe is planning on taking the first two or three hours of the trip. Joe climbed into the drivers side then we both looked back into the car to see our two little joys were knocked out cold. Grabbing each other hand then leaning into a light kiss. 

Connecting your phone to the bluetooth of the car so you could softly play Chopin the background so it could keep the kids asleep. It was Chopin, Debussy or even Hess that would keep your kids nice and knocked out for a few hours. Which was quite lovely for car rides such as this since you had to wait in traffic since living in Manhattan was as the world knows. Horrible with traffic. 

He pulled out of the parking garage onto traffic swiftly so we could get ahead start of that awful traffic. Pulling out your tablet and pen to start doodling on your current art project for you're next art show. You happened to met Joe a few years back as a street artist and were living outside of Brooklyn with a tiny apartment and three of people living in that apartment. Who you still remain in contact with since sharing an apartment with three other people make you very close. 

Shaking it off, and beating the devil out of it! Bob Ross’ words couldn’t be more true when it came to painting. Picking up your thing liner brush to then dab it into the light green paint to begin tracing the leafs. Putting the handle part of the brush into your mouth so you could look back at the weeping willows that was flowing in the wind for you. 

The next song on your speaker began playing which was Sweet Lord by George Harrison allowed a different kind of vibe in your little space so that you could be more light with your strokes with the paint. Humming the song softly to yourself as you dip your brush into the paint again then following your trace gently. 

“I really wanna see ya” 

“I really wanna be with ya” 

“I really wanna see ya lord” 

“But it takes so long my lord” 

You began to sing to yourself to reach down to grab the wet towel from the tiny bucket of water you had next to you. You’ve been wanting to paint this tree for weeks now, and it now being the right cooler and right weather outside. You weren’t going to miss this opportunity. 

Joe took a walk around central park every time when he gets a new role so he could sort of take a walk with his character. If that makes any sort of sense to a regular person. Usually this is the time for him to get ready so that he nailed each role that is given to him. 

Walking over the bridge to see everyone playing in the grass then his eyes halting right in your general direction. It caught him off guard for a moment as he watched your strokes and a soft smile you gave to yourself. He couldn’t help but wonder what you were painting then wanting to get a closer look at it. Without seeming way too stalkerish. 

He got closer then turning to walk behind so he could act like he was getting caught off guard by your work. Leaning in to see how detailed one of the leafs were, down to the point you could see the morning dew on the leaf.

“Holy shit!” Blurting out to her as she stopped her music to turn her head so she could get a better look of who was behind him. That damn smile was enticing him already and he hadn’t even gotten the chance to ask her name. 

“I”m sorry. I was walking by to cut across and your work..holy shit. It’s gorgeous, breathtaking, I’m running out of words here.” Joe laughed to himself as she gave him little nods then taking a step back so she could see from his angle. 

“You’re fine. Thank you and it’s definitely a work in progress and I only have so much daylight before another day like this comes.” She chuckled with tilting her head so that she could see the morning dew on the leaf. 

“Joe.” He held out his hand to her then she shook but took back when she realized that her hands were covered in paint. 

“I’m so sorry! Oh my god I’m so so sorry!” She began to panic then grabbing the wet cloth so he could wash his hands. 

“Dah you’re fine. Shouldn’t have tried to shake hands with an artist in the middle of their work. Silly me. Say um..where do you sell your art at so once this is done I can buy it from ya.” Joe tucked his hands into his front pockets as her smile grew a little more. 

“A tiny shop in Brooklyn called The Undergo. Not to far from 36 Avenue if that helps in any sort of way.” Grabbing a card from her book bag to then hand him one of the cards. (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) was being read by Joe over and over again. 

“Well (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). Can’t wait to come by once that’s up and ready for sale. I’m Joe by the way. And I’ll see ya around.” 

“See ya around Joe.” 

“Should I go with the pine green or the more army green?” You asked quickly showing Joe your doodle as you were stuck on the bridge. Squinting his eyes at your doodle then giving you a slow nod. 

“I’ve got absolutely no idea. Go with the pine green.” You playfully smacked his arm then began working on the doodle. 

“Mommy..how much longer?” Turning your head to see Joey rubbing his eyes a little bit as you gave him a soft smile. 

“Sweety we just got on the road. I promise once we’re out of the city were gonna stop at your favorite breakfast place!” 

“The one with the smiley pancakes?” He asked while you gave him a small nod. He was about to say something but fell back asleep. Then looking over to check on Bevvie who was still sleeping soundly. 

“Do you think your mom would want to watch the kids one week for our anniversary?” He blurted out as you went back to work on your doodle. 

“I don’t see why not. That’s coming up isn’t it.” If it’s one thing you were great at, it was constantly forgetting important dates. The time you had your first date with Joe, your own wedding rehearsal, and almost all of your wedding itself. You had to write on your hand, put a string on your finger, and even placed sticky notes all over for your meeting with the small shop owner. 

You deleted the picture you were working on when a new idea popped into your head. You’ve yet to do something with your family. If you remember correctly, Mother otters tend to hold their babies on their chest when they’re sleeping. Not to mention they link arms in their sleep so they don’t end up drifting away from each other when they’re sleeping. It was perfect. 

“Your lucky I love you because you forget almost every single important date in your history. Except for the kids!” Joe laughed and you did because it was the truth. When it came to Joey and Bevvie. It was an instant click and you remembered the times and dates for everything. It wasn’t on purpose because you always tried your best. Just happened to be a little forgetful with dates. 

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[girlbookwrm]

It’s here! At last!  THE MIGHTY PRE ENDGAME REWATCH CONTINUES, WITH:

AKA IS IT MY BIRTHDAY? YES. YES IT IS.

(or it was at any rate, it took me Some Time to get this all typed up because holy fuck it’s long. looks like i’ve got Some Feelings about The Winter Soldier. WHO KNEW)

ANYWAY, if you’re wondering what the hell this is all about i’ve been rewatching all the marvel movies (and commentating on them) in preparation for Avengers: Endgame and NOW IT IS TIME FOR MY FAVORITE ONE

I got @goteamwin​ and @pegasuschick​ here IT’S A PARTY! WE GOT COOL RANCH DORITOS AND BRAINWASHED SUPERSOLDIERS LET’S DO THIS.

Day 912: i still miss the old marvel logo

LISTEN THIS IS THE BEST OPENING SCENE IN MARVEL HISTORY FIGHT ME.

“~on your left ;)~” honestly? iconic.

God Bless Steven Grant Rogers and his Smedium Shirts.

Steve, known bisexual disaster, is hitting on Sam here. this isn’t even in question, right? Sam’s quip about “making me look good to the girl at the front desk” was a soft rejection and Steve takes it like a champ.

Important to note: the black widow uses emojis in her text messages. 

Also important to note: Sam Wilson hits on the Black Widow because he flies into combat at 100 miles per hour wearing a tee-shirt and dad jeans he fears nothing not even death itself

also also important to note that The Roommate went to see this movie by herself, low key cosplaying as Fem!Cap. she did this in part because I had gone to see it first (i was in the UK at the time, and it came out over there before it came out in the US. ~IRONY~) and as soon as I got back from seeing it (i had low-key cosplayed as fem!Hawkeye. it’s a long story) I emailed her and was like O HAI U SEEN DIS? U WILL LIKE IT. ~and she dii-iiiiiid.~

every time i see this scene now, i hear that bit from the gag real.

cevans: Kill the engines. wait for instructions. *whining and stamping his foot* cuz i’m in chaaaaaaaarge.

Being asked about your dating life and then immediately jumping out of an airplane is a Big Mood

I would like us all to appreciate that steve put a nice matte stealth finish on his patriotic dinner plate, special for this mission. 

Also, we’re all agreed that Steve kills at pool, yeah? Give me Steve being a pool shark at the local watering hole plz n thank.

Steve: *punches a guy through the shield*

The Roommate: but why does he punch that guy through the shield?

Me, having a Terrible Thought: Maybe one time he accidentally punched through a guy’s face and ever since then he uses the shield as, like, a buffer when he wants to take people alive.

The Gal Pal: WOW. YOU WENT THERE.

parkour!

~Hey Sailor ;)~

that one guy working for Batroc really needs to lay off the steroids, or whatever is giving him this Unnecessary Rage. You know the guy I mean.

love how batroc is jchilling and then WHAM! IT IS I! AMERICA!

ON! VA! VOIR!

did he learn this from Dernier? he learned this from Dernier.

The Gal Pal: that is a ridiculously huge flash drive

Me, Just Now: overcompensate much?

Nat’s little eyeroll after Steve says “you’re damn right”

The Roommate: Nat is So Tired of Steve’s Drama™. And now she’s going to have to deal with his cold shoulder the whole flight back, and she’s going to have no one to talk to but Rumlow and uggghhhhhh

Steve comes into Fury's office and Damn. Dat Ass.

The Roommate: They know what they're doing here.

eyyyyyy tony’s in this movie (kinda)

I love that Steve just like, drives around with the shield on his back. 

Enter The Smithsonian.

The Roommate: I! LOVE! THIS! SO! MUUUUUUCH!!!

Me: Gee sure would be nice to be able to go to a smithsonian right now.

*american sobbing intensifies*

The Roommate: what is the timeline here? does he come straight back from the mission into yelling at fury? and then straight here?? Is Steve just like “oop time to go look at my old stuff and Emote”? Is this his routine??

buckyyyyyyyyyyy

listen yall know the extent of my BuckRogers feels but every time they pull out that compass i develop a terrible case of The Steggies.

“It’s just not the same” ha ha kill me.

~So Dramatic ;)~

“Steve?” HA HA HA KILL ME

Fury’s Computer:

At This Juncture The Commentators Would Like It Noted That It Has Been 23 Solid Minutes of Stuff We 1000% L O V E and everyone’s favorite brainwashee has not even appeared yet.

but he’s coming

s o o n

Also, we all hate Alexander Pierce but he is a great villain and also Robert Redford might be an older fella but he can definitely still get it heyooo

Steve is so awkward here. But like, imagine him actually going to one of these VA things, like everyone’s all “ied this, helicopter that” and steve’s just like “so one time in ‘44 i punched my way into a panzer”

The Roommate, Who Is Sometimes More Evil Than Me: ~NOW IS AN EXCELLENT TIME TO REMEMBER THAT RILEY WASN’T IN A PLAAAAAANE~

at this moment, the DC driving types lost their goddamn minds.

“WHAT IS THIS? WHERE IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE? WHERE, IN WASHINGTION, THE DISTRICT OF GODDAMN COLUMBIA, IS THERE THIS LITTLE TRAFFIC, HUH??”

“You wanna see my lease?” i c o n i c. 

Did you know that SLJ was an actual Black Panther? I did not know this, but as soon as the Gal Pal told me, i was like “oh yeah that checks out.”

meanwhile, the couch based road rage continued all around me.

“This part of DC ~DOES NOT EXIIIIIIIIIIIIST~”

“Traffic alert? on the Roosevelt Bridge? Yeah in other news WATER IS WET.”

“wait is he getting on 66? ARE YOU GETTING ON 66?? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???”

“Have you ever even been on 495?????”

HE’S HERE!!!

just like, damn gurl, u make that highway ur catwalk. 

Me: What the hell kind of laser pointer do you have there, Nick?

The Gal Pal & The Roommate: It’s A Lightsaber.

The Roommate: So is this just like? An Average Day In The Life Of Captain Rogers? Get up, go for a run, annoy a veteran, fly to the other side of the world, kick ass, fly home, talk back to a superior officer, drop my priceless shield off at home, go emote at a smithsonian exhibit, have my heart ripped out by my nonagenarian ex, go flirt with annoy a veteran (part two, now with added Feelings™) go home, get rejected by my neighbor, CHASE A FUGITIVE.

JUST ANOTHER DAY! IN THE LIFE OF STEVEN GRANT ROGERS!!

honestly his neighbors must hate him

that’s why Sharon’s his neighbor, everyone else LEFT.

The Biggest Flash Drive

Let’s Not Forget, that because she is undercover as a nurse, Sharon probably just kicked that door down with crocs.

YOU’RE WELCOME

let’s appreciate that the Soldier’s theme music is just SCREAMING and also you should know that every time it comes on, the Gal Pal and I start SCREAMING. not, like, in an “oh we’re excited” way, just, like, the way you sing along to the theme song of your favorite TV show, you know?

PARKOUR!

The Roommate: good job with your eyeliner there, buddy. You Did Your Best.

The Gal Pal: That Is Dupont Circle and Steve is Extremely Gay. 

(yes, we know he’s bi.)

Natasha really should know better than to believe that Nick is dead.

THAT IS THE WORST PLACE TO HIDE THE FLASH DRIVE

The Gal Pal: genuinely, it’s such a bad hiding place it stresses me out.

The Roommate: Yeah, what was he thinking? I mean, was his logic just that no one likes that gross bubblegum?

Me: UM WHAT?

The Gal Pal: EXCUSE YOU THAT IS BUBBLE YUM.

The Roommate: ... yeah but it’s the gross bubblegum flavor?

At this point we lost a few minutes to divide into Pro and Anti Bubblegum Camps and then had to run the movie back because we missed:

~Neighbor ;)~

i c o n i c

The Roommate: Sir. Stop Having That Face. That is Illegal.

(she is having A Difficulty. The Difficulty is cevans’ jawline)

But seriously: What actually happens in this scene? We are all Steve and we all want to punch our way out of this confusing conversation.

God that face/those tits/that ass tho

Young Man. You Stop That.

THE ELEVATOR SCENE. I mean how many movies can say that some of their best scenes happen in an elevator? That alone is a real accomplishment.

They’re all ~soooo casual~ and then there’s rollins, who isn’t even trying. “records.” These WWE wrestlers are not going to records, come on.

at this point we stopped commentating except in inarticulate whoops of delight and shrieks of glee. except for one brief aside

Me: This scene is so sexy, but like, not in a sexy way? Like, the fighting style isn’t that “oooo I’m fighting in a sexy way” it’s just, it’s so...!

The Roommate: Primal?

and I regret to inform you all that yes, she is 100% Correct, it is indeed sexy in a primal way.

“whoa big guy”

i just.

that’s all i got on that

tiny turtle of freedom

we had the subtitles on, and it just says “woman screams” Screams in what? JOY? 

It’s raining men! Hallelujah!

“Stand down, Captain Rogers! Stand! Down!

Captain Rogers: *accelerates*

They’re being made to watch social media so what I want to know is which poor SHIELD guy got stuck monitoring tumblr?

“oh we’re getting all kinds of hits but uhhhhhhhhh they’re not......... pertinent..............”

why doesn’t The Biggest Flash Drive have a cap? it is now full of crumbs. it’s full of crumbs, guys. if it’s going to be that big it should at least be one of those cool slider ones.

“Are you calling for my resignation? do you know who i am? Bitch I Am Robert Redford.”

Apple Store Aaron. “hey guys why’s your flash drive so big??”

“yeeeah. we’re getting married.”

Honeymoon destinations -- where are you going?

Steve: (without thinking, reads the first thing he sees) New Jersey

Steve: *dies a little inside*

Steve: *forgive me bucky for i have sinned*

I love that they’re coming out and Steve is 100% tactical brain and then Nat’s just like “put your arm around me and laugh” and when it works Steve just looks back over his shoulder like:

oh my god it worked???

sPyING is WitCHCraFT?????

“was that your first kiss since 1945?”

“That was not my first kiss since 1945,” said Steven Grant Rogers, Who Is Definitely Lying, and Furthermore, Is Fooling Exactly No One.

Sidenote: Ship and let ship, obviously and always, but I love Steve and Nat as BROS too much to ever see them romantically, The Bromance Is Strong With Them.

it’s been said before, but it’s worth saying again

Steve: kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience.

Bucky, ten minutes later, wearing bondage gear: HELLO IT IS I

SKINNY STEVE!

of course he memorized the army regulations.

Listen. The cell phone trick Bugs Me™ and the only thing that lets me get through it is the idea that they cleverly cut around natasha standing there for 40 minutes trying out every possible permutation of those numbers, with possible duplications.

I like the idea that Computer!Zola has been building this little fanvideo since the mid-seventies and he’s just! so excited! to show it to someone!

Steve punching the screen is another Big Mood.

“even captain america and the black widow can’t survive a missile Directly To The Face” BITCH U THOUGHT

it’s nice that they give bucko a kirk light here

~u want some milk? ;)~

honestly, what the fuck even is that line.

they made Robert Redford say that line.

what does it mean

YOUNG MAN! THAT IS! ILLEGAL!

altho tbh i want a slightly grubby Steve in a tank top to give me a pep talk, like, every day. that would be fine.

The Gal Pal, A Curly Haired Individual: hhhhhhhow did Natasha straighten her hair. This makes me So Angry.

Me: I mean, I like to imagine her with Sam’s Iron and ironing board, just like *mimes frantically ironing hair with a Very Soviet Expression*

Fort Meade is the best scene that isn’t in the movie.

Aw Gary Shandling’s here. Awwwww Gary Shandling...

Sam, are you intimidating this guy or flirting with him?

To Those who remember the Potato/Gremlin Scale, I propose a third option, a kind of venn diagram situation going on, where the third option is Fey Creature. Sam is neither Potato nor gremlin, but he might be a Fey Creature.

God I love this scene.

LOOK AT SAM HERE: No armor, no flightsuit, no fucking knee pads no goddamn helmet just Casual Dad Falcon, Suns Out Guns Out.

Steve: What the fuck’s an SAT.

he’s coming.

*SCREAMING*

he’s here.

is it murder or is he modeling?? “you got this Soldier, make ‘em wait for it... Boom.”

this is the greatest fight scene of all time, honestly. This and then the fight scene in the first RDJ holmes movie are the Only fight scenes i can even remotely stand to watch. Except maybe some of the bending battles in ATLA. but this scene. this is top of the list. it’s just. *kissy chef fingers*

Soldier strolling along not firing his weapon because he has no shot and he is a Child of the Depression who don’t waste no bullets.

only loses his cool when Widow Breaks his stuff.

Sam Wilson: Brings a pocket knife to an automatic rifle fight and wins.

“go, I got this!”

aw yeah you do

THAT STRUT™

Soldier strolling along the street. so bored. could be home watching project runway.

That thing Soldier does with the arm Does Things to me for reasons that I choose not to examine too closely

ANYWAY WE DON’T HAVE TIME TO UNPACK ALL OF THAT.

“who the hell is bucky” wow there Soldier you went from Full Russian to American Accented English awfully quick I Wonder Why

Soldier’s reaction to confusion is to Immediately Shoot and honestly that’s a Big Mood.

We are all agreed that the only reason SHIELD succeeds in taking Steve in is because

look at that face

steve’s not here right now, please leave a message.

More DC Area Rage: “WHERE IS THIS DAM? WHERE??”

natasha y r u surprised that Fury is alive?

oh noooooooooooo it’s time for this scene

OHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOO

Robert Redford to James Buchanan Barnes: You are a literal treasure.

OH NO OH NO OH NO

The Roommate: yeahhhhh this was maybe an. inappropriate scene for me to have to see in a theater. alone.

I love that while they’re making this ridiculous plan (yeah it’s ridiculous, i don’t care) Fury has to check in with Sam (WHO HE HAS LITERALLY NEVER MET BEFORE) presumably to just touch base and be like “Is this White Nonsense™?”

spoiler alert it is not White Nonsense™, but it definitely is Extra™

DAT JAWLINE THO. of course he’s giving the orders, LOOK AT THAT JAWLINE

LIL STEEB!

I’m with you to the end of the line.

what kind of marriage vow nonsense is that

jesus.

anyway, Sam comes in like: IT IS I! YOUR BEST FRIEND! YOUR BEST FRIEND IS ME NOW!

poooterrrr!!

This is the second secure government facility that they have broken into. Possibly the third, depending whether you count the bunker.

Dem Asses. Seriously. Everyone in this shot has an enviable ass. *distinguished golf clapping* bravo

“~Excuse us~” i c o n i c

God, Steve gives this speech and then we get sam’s reaction and you can physically see him having a sexual identity crisis and honestly BIG MOOD THERE, SAM

I have questions about the effect of this on the potomac river which has already had a hard enough time and does not deserve this Supervillain Nonsense.

you are ON FOOT steven. it is a FLYING AIRCRAFT CARRIER and you are ON! FOOT!

i’m so mad that it works too

mad, but like, also turned on. duh.

what’s cap’s true superpower? DRAMA

The saddest thing in this movie is that Jenny Agutter is Scarlet Johansson

don’t get me wrong, i like scarjo but this movie would’ve been even better if it wasn’t the black widow and was just a badass old british lady.

The Roommate: Sam’s superpower is that he’s the sane one.

Me: He flies into combat at 100 miles per hour with a jet pack and a tee shirt he is not the sane one.

The Roommate: Sam’s superpower is that he’s the emotionally balanced one?

Me: given the aforementioned armorless airborne combat situation that is highly fucking debatable my dude.

*SCREAMING*

HE’S HERE

let’s appreciate that Bucky is definitely flying this quinjet with a dead guy that he just murdered as his copilot.

i don’t know why that is so badass to me but it is

again, we don’t have time to unpack all of that, moving on.

Nick Fury: BITCH YOU THOUGHT

sidenote: i’m gonna really enjoy coming back to this movie after Captain Marvel. I can just feel it.

Maria is so casual about this. And that is an extremely sexy thing. I’m not sorry.

“Hey Sam, I’m gonna need a ride.”

Sam is still learning Rogersese and does not know that this means “I ALREADY DID THE STUPID THING PLEASE COME GET ME.”

Bucky ripping the wings off a beautiful butterfly

because Sam IS a beautiful butterfly.

except now his knees and legs and ankles are all broken because That’s How Bones Work.

he’s here

lol of course he’s got a knife.

I just love the sounds the arm makes.

butwedon’thavetimetounpackallofthat

the slide Bucky does here, this isn’t combat this is voguing.

Steve fights like the world is his barroom, bucky fights like the world is his catwalk.

“DON’T YOU TALK TO MY DAUGHTER LIKE THAT,” Nicholas J Fury

what’s the found family version of a BroTP? I have that for Dad!Nick and Adopted!Soviet!Assassin!Daughter!Natasha.

found familotp? FFOTP? no, that sounds like some kind of tactical asset. “LAUNCH THE FFOTP”

anyway, get on this tumblr, i want at least 10 options on my desk by monday.

This Extra. He could honestly make a living playing Confederates and Klansmen, you know which extra I mean.

“wHere ahre the tahrgets?”

the targets... is we.

A DC Local Aside: Everyone on 495 is So Tired of this nonsense. I sincerely hope they all remembered to pee before they left work. I hope they have snacks and water in their cars. because they now live on 495.

this shitshow is gonna fuck up our already extremely fucked up traffic patterns for yeeeeaaaaarrrrrssssss

Sam’s a born quipper, so i really like it when he sees the helicarrier coming down and just fucking bolts. NO TIME FOR SASS WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE

“Got a location on Rogers?”

Don’t know where he is, but he’s doing something stupid, i Guarantee It.

“you know me.”

“nNOo I dOn’T!”

Oh Steve. You put that shield down So Often. And you keep having to fucking pick it up a-fucking-gain.

And This Was The Moment When We All Realized That We Were In Trouble.

Big Mood, Bucky. Big Mood.

Sam wasn’t on the approved visitor’s list or anything, he just winked at one (1) nurse and they let him in.

i know just what to say it’ll annoy him so fucking much. “on your left.”

“Why haven’t we heard from Captain Rogers?”

Because he is taking a damn nap.

no but seriously, because if we put him in front of a camera right now, you will get the Talking To of the Century.

*eight hours later, congress is crying, hydra has surrendered, fox news is shutting down, steve rogers is still going strong* “AND DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON STUDENT DEBT!”

~cool guys don’t look at congressional meltdowns. They drop the mic and they walk away~

IT WAS CLEVELAND, IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING.

THEY FILMED IN CLEVELAND.

(they did film some in DC, obviously, but also cleveland.

*emoting at exhibits intensifies*

*SCREAMING INTENSIFIES*

in sum i have been typing for Too Long and I’m going to hit post so i can Go To Bed but there may need to be Corrections in the morning who tf knows

[alfredosauce50]

Who’s the bad guy? (1p + 2p America x reader) 8

Wordcount: 2,953 The reader is referred to as she/her

"We're gonna go crash Alfred's."

A mushy, cookie-dough-like substance began falling out of the blonde's mouth as it separated wide open to gawk at Allen. Falling onto the marbled counter like wet sand, you were also too shocked to even realize the mess he was making. Allen approached this situation so calmly that it was odd, but the pain that was bleeding out of his eyes was so clear. He never meant for this to happen, he would rather die than let this event take place on his timeline. Unfortunately for him, you would be in imminent danger if he wasn't around to protect you. A tense silence fell around you three after his bold statement, but it was Alfred's explosion of excitement that finally crushed the ice that had formed.

"We are?" He started with uncertainty. Azure eyes wide with disbelief, they melted into a luminous shine of joy when he watched his cousin nod slowly. "Holy shit, we are!" Alfred then exclaimed, spinning on his heel to spit the remainders of chewed up cookie-bit in the bin. Thrown into an overdrive of euphoria, he could feel his wounds pound to the rhythm of his speeding heart. 

Shrilling like a child, he hopped off the chair and started dancing all around you two, his contagious energy feeding off to you and spreading a beautiful smile on your face. Soon, the two of you were jumping on the spot and squealing like a bunch of children, much to Allen's displeasure.

Alfred couldn't even begin to start on the thoughts that were running through his head, picturing the millions of perfect dates he could take you out in the city. This was the perfect, golden shining opportunity to sweep you off your feet again with his riches, and to hopefully make up for the stolen kiss. As he was squeezing the life out of you to where you enthusiastically returned the favor, his thoughts then drifted off to the redhead staring at them with a tensed expression. He loved what was going down and had to thank Allen for this, but he had to ask, why? Allen suddenly sprung up with a drastic change of plans, to bring the party over to Alfred's place. Aligning perfectly with Alfred's wants and needs, it was the absolute opposite of what he'd want, but he still insisted.

Allen was brought up in the dirty slums of New York, the only luxury being to have you. If he moved to the towering skyscrapers where Alfred lived, even temporarily, Alfred would be granted a major advantage on his turf.

Those best friend privileges wouldn't even be up to par with half of what Alfred had to offer.

On the other hand, you were consumed entirely with excitement, the mere idea of visiting the lavish world you never thought you'd ever see making you shake with anticipation. You've never really left this small microcosm of a city let alone rise from the chains of poor financial standing, and now you were just slapped with the face with an opportunity too. Blessed with the best tour guide there was to offer, a door just opened up for you to infinite possibilities. Your head was even beginning to hurt with all the places you wanted to see.

You felt like you could do anything with Alfred.

After the ruckus simmered down, you insisted for him to visit the hospital. The effects of uplifting plans lingered its hands over the two of you, however, and he shot down that offer with an ear-to-ear grin. "Haha, fuck that. We have something to plan!" He sang.

You couldn't agree more. Nodding whimsically, you let out another contented sigh. "Yep! I can't wait to go to your place!"

Those were the words he needed to hear to confirm that he had in fact won- and that Allen had lost. As the two of you basked in high spirits in the living room, Allen's soul was sucked out of his body. He grit his teeth and left, storming to his bedroom and slamming the door behind him. It sent the whole house shaking in a rattling tremor, and the two of you could feel the strong vibration pound against your feet. Your heart sank and you flinched at the explosion of noise that just made your eardrums burst, jolting to the door with a weary expression. "Oh-" You uttered out, "That scared me..." You lingered your gaze over the door for a moment.

All the festive mood was gone in a bang, but Alfred thought otherwise. Turning you to face him, he shot you a bright smile with his hands rubbing soothing circles on your shoulder.  Even with his face bruised in blotches of black and blue, you could only see his dazzling, million dollar smile and shining cerulean eyes behind his glasses. "He can be loud sometimes, can't he?" He laughed, licking his lips. "He's really wild."

You managed a soft smile. "Yeah, that's what I love about him..."

You sighed almost dreamily. That was a heavy understatement; absolutely crazy for his unpredictable and fierce personality. Impulsive but wild at heart, you really couldn't tell at all what was going to be held in the future for you two. Yes, he was your best friend whom you loved dearly and his antics were to die for, but there were still such things like boundaries existing. Him lashing out on Alfred was way past the line.

"... But... What he did to you was way far out of line. I really think he would have killed you if I hadn't stopped him..." You whispered. "I just can't believe it."

Sniffing a little, you kept your head low.

"... Yeah... I can't believe him either." Alfred admitted. Was his jealousy that intense that it sparked such rage to consume him? "Maybe he just got really mad when I... You know..."

The both of you lit up in a glowing red blush like Christmas lights.

Coughing awkwardly, you glanced away from him. "Uh... Yeah... I don't know why he turned out to be that angry..."

Although you were oblivious, the blonde was aware of Allen's feelings for you.

"And I think he still is..." Alfred sighed. "He's probably breaking shit inside."

You frowned, facing the door that just radiated waves of dark energy.

"... Oh dear..." You swallowed thickly. "I think I might let him cool off for a bit. You wanna go watch something on Netflix?"

"Sure!"

Allen's P.O.V:

Reducing to tears faster than he ever could imagine, he ran over to his dresser with his hands ready to wreck havoc. He shot them out quickly with a flaming hot face trailing with tears, ready to push everything off onto the ground. Before he could even lay a finger on anything, he stopped himself abruptly. Allen almost forgot that you were still sharing the room with him; it flew right past his head after witnessing the horrors of you being happy with another man.

He resorted to strings among strings of curses, struggling to keep his voice down with the fury licking around inside him. Overwhelmed with grief, rage and stress, he fell on his bed hunched forward to let the fat balls of tears dot the carpet. His world had just crashed at his feet. He should've known to not speak of Alfred's name. Now you were all over him for the millions he could offer that Allen couldn't.

That night, he covered himself up in the sheets and turned off the lights early. You joined him a little later with a soft smile dazzling on your lips, but at the moment you stepped into the room it faded. Slipping into the bed, you slept on the other side with a considerable amount of space separating your two bodies. Still weary that Allen might be fuming, you kept your distance with him just in case he snapped again. As much as you wanted to tap him lightly on the shoulder to wake him up, you held back that urge and just waited.

A line of cold formed in between you two, no man's land, a place where neither of you dared to cross. The silence in the darkness was almost sinister, and as if to taunt him even more in the predicament he caught himself in he could hear the quiet's deafening shrills of laughter jeering at his misery.

Facing away from each other throughout the night, his body was aching to touch you. Your soothing, soft skin that he could embrace for hours on end and not let go.

Why were you just laying there, instead of sleeping inside his arms like you usually would? Unfortunately, the tense ambience was too hard for you to even try to get close.

How did it end up like this?

Forcing himself to fall asleep, he wasn't prepared to face the manifests of his inner consciousness. Blinking his eyes open that were coated with a layer of rust, the rumbling of motorcycles and distant shouting buzzed in his ears. The soft ring of the doorbell faded as the glass door closed, one of the regulars leaving with a satisfied expression with his usual bag of dog pellets. Standing in front of him was you, in the flesh with a comforting smile dancing on your lips.

"Allen, are you okay?"

Your sweet voice called his name so tenderly. Biting his lip, he rested his hands on his hips and scoffed. "Yeah, I'm great."

Narrowing your eyes with a skeptical glint, he watched you with awe as you walked up to him and patted his back. Peering up at him with a softened gaze, he melted into your warm eyes. "Come on Al, just tell me what's so spiteful about him. I'll help you out."

He flickered his eyes over to you and the intimidating glare engraved in his features faded. Fixated with your beautiful face, everything around him disappeared into a blur of color. "My cousin's getting the upper hand. I'm scared, (F/N)." Allen whispered with trembling lips. "He's going to steal you away. He's going to give you things that I can't give you."

You smiled at him sadly and took his hands, swaying him gently from side to side. "Oh, but Allen... You're my best friend. Nothing in the world can replace you."

Shaking his head furiously from side-to-side, he stared at you desperately with red irises glazed all over. "No, baby. Alfred can. You don't want me anymore." He murmured with shaky breaths. Allen couldn't even see you anymore, but the blurred blotches of color and an outline of your form. Swallowing thickly, he hung his head low. "... I'm only going to hurt you if I stay. I'm violent, I'm angry all the time, I'm a freak."

His heart sank when he felt your fingertips brush against his cheek.

"Because of the shit I do, you're gonna get hurt. I'm so sorry, baby." He continued airily, shaking his head. "Luciano's on the hunt for you because he knows that I love you."

You chuckled softly, wiping away the single tear that trickled down his face. "Then that's why I need you."

Allen couldn't control the endless stream of tears running down his face. "(F/N)..."

"Protect me."

Jolting awake with a gasp, his pupils dilated as he shot up from the bed. It took him a while to realize that it was nothing but a dream, hitting him with a sharp pang of disappointment. They say you would forget around ninety-percent of your dream, and he did. It drifted out of his mind as he slowly gained back his orientation, but that sensation of melancholy still remained to loom over him like a dark cloud. Rubbing his eyes roughly, he glanced over to his side to see your sleeping form and back rising and falling at a steady pace. The way how peace would settle on your features was angelic as you slept. Allen just couldn't pass up on the chance to give you a good morning kiss.

"Good morning, dollface..." He cooed softly, leaning in to press his mouth to your forehead with longing.

His lips that grazed so lightly over your skin caused your eyes to flutter open. You met with him smiling down at you, his strong and tanned arms decked with tattoos thick with muscles as they supported him on his side. Shifting on the bed to inch closer to him, you nuzzled into his chest and wrapped your arms around him much to his surprise.

"(F/N)?" He whispered huskily.

"Mhmm?" You hummed.

You continued to press your face into him, making his heart flutter at how adorable you were acting. "What are you doing?"

Rolling your eyes up to him, you smiled. "I'm hugging you, dummy."

Why?

"... But aren't you mad at me for what I did yesterday?" He asked.

You scoffed. "Of course I am, idiot. You nearly killed Alfred."

The redhead smirked and lowered his hands to your back, caressing it gently. "Aren't you glad that I didn't?" He spoke lowly. He was mentally slapping himself from keeping up his smug attitude instead of an apologetic one. Sweat consumed his forehead as he dreaded your response to his antics once again.

A sigh left your lips that were upturned in a smile. "Yeah, I am. I hate myself for not being mad at you."

Allen felt a rush of relief to come flowing in at your smile. "That’s because you love me too much to stay mad at me." He chuckled.

"... I guess that’s true." You murmured, much to his delight. You also wanted to add in how much you missed him, but you thought that he didn't deserve all of your forgiveness, not just yet at least.

You pulled away from his hold, turning your back on him to go over to your pile of bags sitting in the corner. He watched you from the bed, laying on his side with his muscles popping due to the lack of a shirt. As he admired you bent over to tend to the bags, he couldn’t help but lock his eyes on your behind. "Heh..." He breathed. "Whatcha look’n for in your bags?"

You zipped everything up and looked at him. "I’m not looking for anything. I’m just making sure that I have everything."

"For what?"

You rolled your eyes. "Alfred’s place? Did you already forget?"

He inhaled sharply with widened eyes. "Shit fuck- I totally forgot!" He hissed, throwing the blankets off of his legs to go charging at his dresser. You could only cackle at his forgetfulness, calmly tending to your belongings as he ripped open one compartment after the other, salvaging any clothes he came across. Chucking them into a large duffel bag, he finally finished when you popped out of the bathroom.

"You all set?" Allen asked, sitting on the bed like he had been waiting there forever.

Your lips stretched into a smile touched by excitement.

"Let’s hit the road."

***

Once you stepped into the polished Cadillac that was set alight under the hot orange sunrise, you knew you were be going in for an adventure for a lifetime. The scent of leather immediately overwhelmed your nose, the backdrop noise fading away into the faint beeping of the car. After buckling on your seat belt, you were absorbed with the wonders of the vehicle's inner works with fascination swirling in your eyes. You've never seen, let alone touched something so luxurious. You traced your fingertips along the window, completely captured by every little detail of everything, all the way down to the little sockets that were supposed to hold miscellaneous items.

The whole vehicle dipped to the side when your travel-buddy entered the car. Allen scooted next to you and clicked on his seat belt, leaning back to cross his arms with closed eyes. Even though all he saw was black, he could imagine the expression radiating off your face as vivid as a dream. "First time riding first class?" He chuckled.

You nodded with a wide smile. "Yes... This is amazing." You whispered, your attention snatched by something, or someone, who was worth millions more than the Cadillac itself. With some special cream and medical attention flown in from his private jet, everything successfully healed and the bruises faded away like magic overnight. Climbing into the driver's seat, he flicked on his black shades feeling his lips stretch into a wide smile. A classic American one. "Are we all ready to go?" He asked, fixing his rear-view mirror.

Poking your head out of the window for one last time, you met with the striking red irises of your blonde friend. You stuck your hand out and waved at him. "Bye Flavio! Thanks a lot for volunteering to keep my store open by the way!"

He shuddered and waved you off. "More like threatened." Darting his eyes over to the auburn-haired male sitting comfortably beside you, he clicked his tongue. "You're lucky I like animals..." He scoffed.

Allen coughed and rolled up the window. "Yeah, hit the gas."

Alfred hummed.

"Okey-dokey. Strap in and get comfortable, lady and gent, cuz' this is gonna be a long ride."

Allen guessed that he could put up with his cousin for a while... Only for you of course, because he knew that moving to his place for a while would provide you with some refuge from some lethal troublemakers in the dark. Leaving behind the ghetto Allen and you called home, the two of you were ready to forget the past and see the future - the towering skyscrapers and blinking lights in your wondrous irises.

[the-angry-pixie]

Yo Pixie, so I was wondering. What do you think it would have been like if Mike and Theo became friends before Starman went down? Like what if they met in drama class and were kind of annoyed by each other but also got along well enough to start forming some inside jokes and then they discovered that they were both theater nerds enough to randomly spout references to each other and it was all over from there? What would it have looked like if they were already friends before Theo dated Will?

Are you kidding me Anon? That is some serious butterfly effect shit right there. It would have changed everything! Basically the events of Starman wouldn’t have happened at all. Theo and Will never would have dated. But don’t worry I plan to illustrate what brings me to that conclusion…

… through the medium of interpretive dance…

… just kidding. Here are my notes of what would happen in response to your delicious prompt (not proofread at all so I apologise for the shoddy writing).

- Ok first of all we need to establish that Mike in this universe is not a drama nerd. Its a popular headcanon I know but in the Starman universe, its Dustin who is more into drama. He’s the one in Drama Club, not Mike.

- But that doesn’t mean Mike and Theo couldn’t meet another way.

- I’m imagining some sort of collaborative effort between the “Writers Club” and the “Drama Club”

- the writers in Writers Club have set themselves a project to try their hands at script writing (just one scene, but the prompt is “tension”, so they gotta be bloody good scenes), and the best ones will be handed over to the Drama club to actually be performed for real

- You guessed it, Theo reads Mike’s scene and instantly absolutely adores it and hoards it all for himself – he’s kind of the King of Drama Club so he can get away with shit like that.

- Its this gritty interrogation scene where the Investigator and the man being interrogated do not realise that they are dopplegangers that look almost identical – a bleak character study that examines narcissism, masculinity, corruption and, and… subtle homoerotic undertones??

- Theo has to know if he’s interpreting these characters right – in his mind he’s already going to be playing both characters himself and filming it instead of performing it live to the club like they’re meant to – like I said, the King of Drama Club can get away with shit like that

- Mike Wheeler is the name on the front of the script – and so Mike Wheeler is who Theo sets out to find.

- its easy enough. Theo is the guy who gets along with everybody. He’s spent years orchestrating it so. He’s got an in with most social circles. And so he quickly works out that the mystery Mike Wheeler is a sophomore?? Holy fuck! So young!

- So talented!

- So handsome (when Theo finally gets a chance to clap his eyes on him)!

- and so Theo approaches Mike

- Mike is very flattered and a little embarrassed that this reasonably popular junior has approached him and seems to like his writing so much and wants to get together with him to discuss character motivations and everything. His little nerdy author’s heart is skipping for joy really!

- and so they meet up and go to a diner or something after school and sit talking for hours about what Mike’s ideas were behind writing the characters the way he did

- Theo is delighted when Mike is not immediately repelled at his suggestion that there is sexual tension in the scene.

- “Well yeah, the corrupt cop is in love with himself, there is definitely an attraction there” - Mike blushes and takes a long drawn out sip of his milkshake while Theo smirks.

- “Very ‘Strangers on a Train’...” Theo murmurs.

- Mike recovers quickly from his embarrassment with a cute excited smile “You’ve read Strangers on a Train??”

- Theo quirks his eyebrows, “Read? No, no darling watched! Hitchcock doofus!”

- And it all snowballs from there. Sure they seem to disagree more than they agree about most things - predominantly which is better, the book or the movie adaptation (they go through several versions of this argument and things almost get physical when The Shining comes up)

- But they appreciate each others moxie and so a respect and an admiration blossoms.

- they leave their diner date as tentative friends. The kind that smile and wave hello to each other in the school hallways. The kind who call each other on their home phone because Theo has more nerdy questions to ask about how he should play the scene – it also helps that Mike is in AV Club and has good knowledge of filming equipment and suggestions about scene blocking.

- it all comes to a head when Theo insists that Mike come and help him rehearse cause “Its not like I can be my own scene mate! And who better than you?”

- the afternoon spent in Theo’s nice house drinking his Mom’s nice mulled wine – Mike is startlingly at ease as they sit in Theo’s room

- We all know Mike has a dramatic flair and Theo is further delighted to discover that Mike makes a great scene partner. This kid should totally join Drama Club!

- We know from Starman that Theo thought Mike was attractive. So sue him for maybe enjoying getting all up in Mike’s business a little bit too much. The scene calls for it he swears!

- So they run the scene several times and keep work-shopping it

- “No I think you should grab my collar here”

- “Nah we can’t start out yelling at each other. If we start too big we’ll have nowhere to go. We gotta let the scene grow and the tension to build.”

- etc etc.

- then one time they are nearing the scene’s climax and they are both really in the zone - Mike’s Suspect is sitting petulantly in Theo’s desk chair while Theo’s Cop stalks around him, zeroing in. It’s Cat & Mouse, but Mike’s character is keeping step easily with Theo’s in this intense dance as their voices rise and their smirks deepen and suddenly Theo’s hands are on Mike’s shoulders and he is kissing him!

- it is brief and thorough and Theo pulls back panting to gauge Mike’s stunned expression. That was stupid of him. Now he’s gotta do damage control. Stupid Theo – why you gotta always be thinking with your stupid gay dick??

- What he’s not expecting is for Mike to laugh and wipe at his mouth with an “Easy there big guy, that’s a bit on the nose don’t you think?”

- And its ok Theo thinks, Mike’s choosing to believe it was all part of the drama, part of the act – so he laughs too and agrees with a sheepish apology

- He notes the flush on Mike’s pretty face though – he’s embarrassed sure, but maybe not as much as he should be…? Interesting.

- And so when they come to that same moment again Theo takes another risk and kisses Mike again – its different this time, because they were playing the scene different – more slow, calm - like a wave slowly building and building and then finally, finally crashing

- This is of course reflected in the kiss which again Mike doesn’t pull away from

- in Mike’s mind he feels like maybe he should but they’re just acting right? Its not real? They’re just following the natural trajectory of these two characters right? It’s fine.

- And besides, Theo’s a good kisser – whoops did he just say that out loud?

- Theo laughs reaching over to ruffle Mike’s hair and put forward that he’s “not so bad yourself. Should I be thanking your bathroom mirror or the crook of your elbow?”

- and that cheeky remark sets a fire burning in Mike’s stomach, slowly stoked and fuelled through the buildup of erratic energy in the scene as they run it again - Mike is on edge and suddenly its like he has no choice but to grasp fingers around Theo’s annoyingly well-sculted jaw and pull him in for the kiss this time.

- Its much more passionate. This time lips are parted and tongues are involved. Wet, hot tongues and Mike sighs as Theo settles himself across Mike’s lap and feels arms around his neck.

- its lasts... quite awhile. Mike’s eyes are closed and his senses are on fire.

- but its not long before Mike’s brain begins to catch up with him and start protesting vehemently against this turn of events – no matter how pleasantly stimulating they might be

- so he pulls back. He can’t look at Theo. All he can offer is a mumbled “Sorry man. Got a bit carried away”

- “I’ll say” is Theo’s smartass response.

- Mike wiggles uncomfortably at the implication in those words “But its just acting right? No harm done. I’m not… I’m not yanno like that.”

- He’s still looking down. He doesn’t have many other places to look as Theo is still sitting in his lap. So close its almost claustrophobic. He doesn’t see the slow, calculating look the older boy is giving him.

- “Yeah. Me neither” he finally says dismissively as he stands up. He’s not about to push Mike. That’s a shitty thing to do before someone is ready.

- Mike looks up at him with big brown pleading eyes. What they are pleading of him he does not quite know. “Can we just like, forget this ever happened? Otherwise I’m never going to be able to look you in the face again.” Mike chuckles nervously. Theo could see the merit in that. Theo wants to be able to too look Mike in the face too. He quite likes looking at Mike’s face. He doesn’t want to lose that just yet.

- “Sure man. Shall we... take it from the top?”

- And so they forget it. And they still remain tentative friends. Good enough friends to wave and say ‘hello’ to each other in the school hallway and sometimes even stop and chat out near the bike racks after school.

- And ALL OF THIS happens before the end of Theo’s Junior year when the production of Hamlet becomes a thing.

- And he gets to know a certain young Will Byers.

- Yes he still is very attracted to him and yes he is still almost sure that Will bats for his team but there is one big difference!

- Theo knows Mike. He is friends with Mike! And these two adorable chaps are apparently best friends!

- In Starman Mike and Theo were kept very separate until after the Halloween party, but here, there would be no reason for them not to all be interacting especially once they all learn of Mike and Theo’s previous connection with each other

- And so Theo gets to observe Mike and Will around each other a lot earlier than he did in the Starman universe. And don’t forget Dustin is there too. So Theo has an immediate comparison to the difference chemistry among the friends. And Theo’s a master of reading chemistry.

- And with this new dynamic it is all very clear to him. As much as he may like Will, he doesn’t have a chance. These two, Mike and Will, they’re going to be together. Sooner or later they will sort their shit out. Theo is sure of it.

- And so he backs off and just enjoys their company platonically. Though he does like to embarrass Mike through sly use of innuendo and suggestive eyebrow wiggles now and then.

- He truly does cherish those blushes that Mike gifts him – that kid is incapable of being subtle about anything. Every emotion so plainly shown and shared. Its charming really.

- And ya know what, there is another huge difference in this timeline – Mike starts down the path of his bisexual awakening much earlier.

- Cause although he says he wants to forget the kisses he shared with Theo, its not as easy in practice.

- He enjoyed them. He knows himself well enough to know that for sure. So what does that mean? And why when he catches himself daydreaming about it now and then does he also find himself sometimes replacing Theo with Will in the fantasy?

- Mike has a long time to contemplate these things and get thoroughly inside his own head - as he is want to do - but there is no urgency like there was in Starman. No catalyst or drive to do anything but tuck it away in the back of his mind for now.

- until Will dressed as Ziggy Stardust struts into his life, that is.

- given everything that has happened before and everything he has been contemplating these last few months - would Mike hesitate in following his strong urge to kiss dear William on Halloween night this time around… I like to think not. ;)