#what a loser 10/10 would cuddle and bang

[spacepiratethirstclub]

This panel hit me like a truck, like yes of course I wanted a nice view of my blorbo's cute legs, thank you for that. And I'm not even being sarcastic here lol. uwu

Also, a few more panels that make me blush (*/ω＼*)

Last one's NOT from the same manga, but the main character's identical so he may as well be the same char.

[sunwoo-hoo]

↣ treasure reaction to cockwarming (legal line)

↳ a/n Thank you so much for this request anon! It was really fun to write I hope you like it. If you are under the age of 18 please do not interact with this post.

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↳ genre: smut, smut, and more smut + fluff (is this even cockwarming?) 

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「  choi hyunsuk  」

when you told him you wanted to try cockwarming he was surprised he didn’t think that was something you would be into but boy was he wrong

you decided to be extra spontaneous and surprise him 

one evening when he was working on music you came up behind him and started trailing long sweet kisses on his neck

smiling widely he looked at you

“what’re are you doing babe you know this song is due by monday”

you simply hummed innocently 

“you should definitely take a break then” you cooed while pushing him slightly away from the computer 

you continued to sit on his lap and started to straddle him 

he grabbed your jaw and tilted your head so he had better access to your lips giving them a much needed kiss

you then unzipped his pants and grabbed his already semi-hard cock

his breathing started to become heavy already knowing what to expect next

as you slid down onto his length effortlessly you whispered in his ear

“if you really have to work then let me stay like this” 

he tried to work on his music while you were in him but it didn’t last long until you were bent over his desk saying nothing but his name 

「 park jihoon 」

he actually brought up the idea to you first thinking it would be a fun little game to play

whoever moved first was the loser and the winner got to decide anything they wanted the loser to do

you decided to try it out before going to bed putting on a drama

laying down he was already rubbing the outside of your pajama shorts dangerously near your clit 

your breath hitched already dreading the game  

he wasn’t even inside you yet and you were already drenched in your panties 

he slipped them off with ease and spread your legs allowing better access 

“you ready to lose?” he jokingly said 

you turned your neck slightly to face him

“in your dreams” you retorted squinting your eyes at him

he then slowly pushed in deep into you

you held back a moan biting your lower lip

getting into a comfortable position you both tried to watch the drama until you started to rock your hips against his 

he smirked as he grabbed you and pulled you on top of him

“i knew you couldn’t resist”

「 kanemoto yoshinori  」

cockwarming was normal between the two of you 

you often did it after sex it was your special way of cuddling and being close

one night you two were having sex after being apart for two weeks

when you both were close to your climax that’s when you shouted

“yes! yes! right there please don’t stop yoshi” 

he rocked his hips deeper into you grabbing your waist in the process 

his thrusts started to become sloppy an indication that he was close to his high

that familiar sensation in the pit of your stomach started to become to much to bear 

and then you swear you saw stars cumming all your juices onto his cock 

when he saw your juices on his cock that’s when he lost control and filled you deep with his hot seed 

“god [name] you’re so beautiful”

you smiled up at him and gave him a sweet yet gentle kiss

his cock stayed inside you as he lay down next to you drifting into sleep   

「 kim junkyu  」

he looked at you confused at first not knowing what cockwarming was 

when you told him what it was and that you wanted to try it his eyes lit up like a tree on christmas 

one afternoon you were already sitting on his hard cock when you got a phone call

you panicked and picked up the call realizing it was your work telling you to come to your shift early

that’s when he decided to prank you  

he slowly lifted his hips to thrust into you

you held back a yelp almost dropping your phone in the process 

“yes sir, i-i can come to my shift early” you mumbled trying desperately not to moan 

saying your rushed goodbyes you quickly hung up the phone and glared at him

he smiled innocently at you 

“let’s see how much i can make you cum before you have to go”  

「 takata mashiho 」

when you told him you wanted to try cockwarming he was all for it giving you the biggest of smiles 

on a road trip with the rest of the members you two were all the way in the back seat and that’s when you decided to try it sneakily 

you were already sitting on his lap when you started to rub your ass against his clothed cock

luckily everyone was distracted by their phones to notice you moving at a steady pace 

his eyes closed enjoying the feeling of your ass being pressed up against him

when you felt that he was hard enough you quietly pulled down his sweats and pushed your skirt to the side 

sliding down on his cock you held back a moan when it instantly reached your sweet spot 

he nibbled on your ear before whispering

“shh, we need to be quiet love if not i’ll give you something to really moan about” 

「 yoon jaehyuk 」

you were both talking about new things you wanted to try together sexually and you both had cockwarming on your list

since you both were adventurous you decided to try it one summer night

you were recreating your first date at lotte world when you both decided to go on the ferris wheel  

at first it was just a ride you both were going on for fun

until you reached the top and with one look you both decided to try it

you knew the ferris wheel would be still for at least 10 minutes so you swiftly went on his lap 

unzipping his jeans he rubbed his cock a few times until he was satisfied with his hardness guiding you down onto his cock

you gave him a cheeky smile and leaned in to give him a passionate kiss

he licked your bottom lip begging to taste more of you, you easily allowed him access 

next thing you knew your tongues were dancing together

after a few minutes you pulled back gasping for air 

he chuckled while rubbing your cheek with his thumb 

you shyly leaned into his touch 

“the view is almost as beautiful as you” 

「 hamada asahi 」

he blinked a couple of times when you told him you wanted to try cockwarming 

he wasn’t against it he just didn’t see the appeal when you could just fuck instead

but after you begged and told him it was suppose to be a cute couple experience he gave in

he would do anything to make you happy even if it was cockwarming

you decided to try it one night when it was a bit to chilly hoping to warm each other up

he rubbed his cock over your clit a few times to tease you before pushing into your wet pussy completely 

you moaned as he entered you loving the feeling how his cock hit you in all the right places without even having to move

“thank you for doing this with me” you shyly said burying your face in your pillow out of embarrassment 

he kissed your neck and answered

“there’s no one else i’d rather do this with”

「 bang yedam 」

he shyly brought it up to you first, it was something he heard from the older members and he realized he wanted to try it with you

you decided you wanted to go all out for the first experience

candles, new lingerie, soft music in the background, everything

when he came back from practice he was in shock in how you decorated your entire bedroom you shared together

looking you up and down in the black lingerie you decided to put on he smiled brightly 

“what’s all this?” 

“well... you said you wanted try cockwarming so i thought why not try tonight?” you said looking down on the floor 

maybe he was too tired? was this a horrible idea? you started to panic

he grabbed your hand and pulled you close to his body tilting your head to look up at him 

losing your train of thought you looked into his eyes

“any night is perfect as long as i get to spend it with you” he assured you as he gave you a soft kiss to your forehead 

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[hideawayintheimaginationworld]

I have a story idea! 10 different times that Lefty prank his enemies, instead of fighting them & did the pranks with or without help from his allies

“How cold?”

“Minus 20 degrees.”

“Ooh that's freezing...”

“Use it well...” Frostbear answered.

Lefty grabbed the bucket full of icy cold water, feeling the chill though the metal bucket, “I'm going to enjoy this...”

“So who got the water?” Frostbear asked him.

Lefty answered a smile: “Eleanor.”

Frostbear also smiled, “Excellent.”

Funtime Freddy frowned on the note on the door, “No Stupid People beyond this point...”

“That means you!!” Funtime Freddy looked up, seeing Devon at the window upstairs, “Loser!”

“Well I can open the door anyway!”

“Actually you stood on glue, so no.”

Funtime Freddy looked down, then started screaming curse words.

Lefty looked out next to Devon, “The note was a great idea, forcing him to come and read it, this getting stuck in the glue.”

“Hi I’m Kelsey!”

Eleanor frowned, “Go away kid, I’m busy.”

Kelsey knew she played into his hands, “Well you're an ugly bitch anyway.”

The response was instant, Lefty watched Eleanor chase Kelsey down the road, Kelsey then ran back, going up to the house, and climbing in the window which he closed.

Eleanor went to the front door, as planned, she activated the doormat weight and the eggs from the basket fell on top of her.

Listening to her scream, Lefty gave Kelsey twenty bucks for helping to bait her.

Lefty watched Foxy put his hand under the door, like he was looking for something to grab, he was unaware Pete was on the other side of back room, with Helpy cuddling him.

Lefty liked how this room was full of mouse traps.

He waited for the right moment and slid one, watching Foxy immediately activate it by touching it, the wire snapped on his hands, Lefty, Pete and Helpy covered their ears as he screamed loudly.

“Thanks for helping Ella,” Lefty smiled at the doll, who wordlessly nodded at him, then skated down the path to the gate, using the match, she lit the fuses of three fireworks, then she skated back to Lefty, who brought her inside.

Lefty, Ella and Oscar watched as Nightmare showed up on cue, then Lefty said, “Happy New Year!”

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Nightmare immediately hit the pavement as the fireworks shot up, he then ran off in a blind panic, obviously not use to fireworks.

“Good job! Thank you Ella,” Lefty thanked her again, “And better yet. I filmed it.”

“Now can we go to the back garden and light the rest?” Oscar asked.

“Of course!”

Funtime Freddy rattled the doorknob, knowing no one was awake at three am, he screamed when he heard Fetch barking and the door rattling, he fell backwards then ran off.

Lefty opened the door, holding the phone recording of Fetch barking.

“Oh that was priceless, can’t believe he's actually scared of Fetch!!” He laughed.

He knew how to sneak in, he wasn’t counting on Ralpho being there. Ralpho silently watched for a few minutes as Funtime Freddy tried to sneak in the early evening though the back door.

He also didn’t know Hazel loved painting.

He dropped a small amount, then when Funtime Freddy looked up, thinking it was raining, Ralpho dropped the whole paint bucket full of a disgusting brownish, greenish shade Ralpho mixed up onto his face.

“Yes! Perfect!” He cackled.

He knew Lefty would ask him to clean it up but it was worth causing a small amount of chaos.

When the Ringmaster came to cause problems, he saw a small little green rabbit chomping at the door, when he was aware someone was watching him, he turned to him, his mouth bloody, he smiled, “My next meal... I just ate fox but you're my favourite meat...”

The Ringmaster looked around nervously, “No thanks...” He backed away disappearing into the fog.

The door opened, Lefty looked down at Plushtrap, “You want to wash out your mouth now?”

Plushtrap shook his head, “Nah, I'll go around and scare people.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t have let you make the fake blood... you've made the kitchen look like a murder scene happen there.”

“For all you know, maybe someone did die.”

“Please don’t say that.”

“What are you suppose to be?? The Grim Reaper??” Funtime Freddy asked the person at the door of the house. He thought Halloween was the perfect time to be here but it appeared Lefty had set up a prop Grim Reaper at the door.

The person tore the hood off, “It's me!!” Nightmarionne greeted.

Funtime Freddy immediately backed away, “I don’t want any trouble Nightmarionne...”

“Hey my scythe is real....”

Funtime Freddy froze, Nightmarionne got a really evil smile on his face, Funtime Freddy ran and Nightmarionne followed swinging his scythe and loudly singing, “COUNT THE WAYS, ONE BY ONE!!”

Lefty looked out the window, “He didn’t need to chase him down the street... but oh well...”

Bob Mackenzie was taking out the trash, he looked next door and saw Lefty was dragging the trash can behind him, Lefty smiled at him, “I’m taking out the trash!”

Bob heard something scream.

“Is that a?”

“Eleanor, like I said. I’m taking out the trash, she thought she could trick me into giving her Gregory by pretending to be Vanessa. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.”

[haikyuu-fics-and-aus]

You’re Not Safe Here (A Matsuhana Fic)

Hi guys!!! Our page may be a little quiet for awhile due to the COVID outbreak near us and school has been riding us hard. We’ll still be here just be posting less :)) ~Kai

It's been 4 hours. Why haven’t you responded yet?

Hanamaki sat on his bed with his head in his hands, the only light was the faint white words illuminating from the phone screen. “Where the hell are you.” He muttered under his breath, throwing his phone in anger.

Why am I worrying so much? He probably just fell asleep, yeah, that has to be it. 

Its only 8, he wouldn’t be asleep yet. “He’s probably fine Makki, sometimes people just need to take a break from their phone.”

“Not Mattsun, he knows how much I worry about him.” Hanamaki’s mom laid her hand on his shoulder.

“Just give him a few minutes, I’m sure he’s alright.”

That was 2 hours ago. There is no way he’s ok, Makki thought.

“Maybe I should just go over there Mom”

Her frown seemed to deepen, “I’m sure he’s ok Makki, really. It’s too cold out for you to walk all the way over there.”

His grip on his phone only tightened, “No, I have to make sure he’s ok, I promise I’ll be carful.”

“Alright..” She sighed, “Text me when you are on your way home.”

Even though it was only a 10 minute walk over to Matsukawa’s, Hanamaki’s hands were turning blue from the cool air. The street seemed even quieter than normal as Makki walked over to the older boy’s house, a sheer sign that danger was up ahead.

Was it a mistake to come over here? Would Mattsun be mad? If Mattsun would just answer his fucking texts Makki wouldn’t be standing at his front door right now. He wrapped the door 3 times before a very startled Matsukawa answered the door.

“What are you doing here?” His voice seemed urgent.

“What’s going on? Why aren’t you answering yo-” A deep voice cut the boy off.

“Speak of the devil,” The man’s voice seemed slurred, it was coming from right behind the door. “I knew the fairy would show up eventually.”

“Wha-”

“So-What’s your name?” A man emerged from behind the high-schooler. He was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and a very badly stained tank top.

“Who-Who are you?” 

“I’m Matsukawa’s father and you must be the twink who’s been trying to bang my son.”

“Dad-”

“Shut up son, go finish cooking with your mother.”

The man pulled Makki so close to him their noses were practically touching. There was a strong scent of alcohol on the man’s breath, so strong that Makki could almost make out the brand. “I asked you a question boy.”

“M-my names-”  He was frozen, who the hell did this guy think he was? 

All of a sudden, a burning sting was left on his right cheek, it happened so quick that if it weren’t for the blood dripping from his nose he wouldn’t of suspected anything. Makki’s eyes went wide when he saw the blood lust in the older mans, almost like a serial killers.

“SPEAK LOUDER YOU FAG!”

He couldn’t help it, the tears just kept falling at that point. He may have looked like a total loser but there was nothing else he could do.

“Dad! You’re scaring him!!” Matsukawa was about to step in before his father landed a punch straight to his face.

The man grabbed the front of Makki’s shirt and lifted him off the ground, “You better stay the hell away from my son. If you even step foot near my property I’m calling the cops.”

“Please-“ he choked, “just let me go.”

Matsukawa stood frozen, he wanted so badly to step in but Stop. Please just leave him alone. He didn’t do anything wrong.

“Leave him alone..please.” Mattsun begged. “He didn’t do anything wrong.”

“What did you say?”

“I SAID LEAVE HIM ALONE!” Matsukawa pulled his boyfriend away from the older man.

The glare in his father’s eyes was enough of a hint for Matsukawa to get the hint. He pulled Makki into his arms and slammed the door behind him.

“I’m ok Mattsun I can walk...” 

“No, you don’t have shoes on, I got you.”

“Neither do you.”

~

“Hanamaki Takahiro! I’ve been trying to call you for over an hour, why didn’t you answer the- oh my god. What happened?” Makki’s mom eyes widened as the two boys fell through the door.

“S-sorry...I didn’t mean for him to get involved in this.” Mattsun shivered as he laid Makki down in the couch next to him.

“It’s alright honey, just tell me what happened.” She laid a hand on her sons face which was bloodied and bruised. “Who did this to you.”

“I’m alright mom, I promise, make sure Mattsun is ok.”

Mattsun frowned, “Hon, your nose is gushing like a broken fire hydrant, let’s get you a tissue before you bleed to death.”

Mattsun spent the next half hour explaining to Makki’s mom, “Makki shouldn’t of been there... I didn’t think my father was going to get this bad. I’m sorry.”

“Hey hey hey, It’s ok sweetheart. It’s not your fault. I’m going to have you spend the night here and we’ll figure everything out in the morning alright?” 

Mattsun nodded, he pulled the now sleeping Makki into his arms and carried him upstairs. The room at the end of the hallway was very welcoming to the teen, the only thing he wanted right now was a shower and to be cuddled up against his lover.

He starred at the ceiling and starred at the glow in the dark stars. Why did Makki have to care so much?he wouldn’t of gotten hurt if he didn’t....

It was too late to think now, Matsukawa closed his eyes and laid his head in the crook of Makki’s neck. As he starred into Makki’s closed eyes he knew things were going to get better from here.

[clumsyclifford]

you and i are finally gonna get it right

seems like i should post this on tumblr as well because that seems to be the thing to do so here i am, doing that :) massive overwhelming shoutouts to @ashesonthefloor​ for reading this when it was even worse than it is now & helping me with it and also @cliiffords​ for letting me talk nonstop about how horrible it is <3 (fair warning: this fic is 5k so if youre on mobile...settle in lol)

here’s an ao3 link you can use if you prefer

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If Michael has to pioneer the movement of normalizing being tattoo-free, then so be it. He and Calum will be the frontmen. - Neither Michael nor Calum have soulmates tattoos. (Apparently.)

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November 20th, 2013

Michael wakes up in his bed with a hangover and a tight sting on his left upper arm. Before he even opens his eyes, he cycles through all five stages of grief. He’s not sure he’s properly landed on acceptance when curiosity gets the best of him, and he looks.

To The Moon.

Oh. Wait a minute.

That’s not a soulmate tattoo. That’s a genuine, god’s-honest tattoo that he’d gotten last night. It had been a slightly drunken (okay, very wasted) decision, encouraged by Calum, but looking at it in this light, he doesn’t regret it. And — he squints. Just underneath it, approximately the dimensions of his thumb, is a string of numbers. Michael stares at 250196 for many minutes, but his hungover brain feels fuzzy and bewildered. He doesn’t remember getting that one, but it’s not a long shot to assume it had been part of last night’s shenanigans. Michael remembers him and Calum stumbling into the tattoo parlor, giggling far too loudly for a tattoo shop at 11pm. It’s not like Michael has ever planned anything in advance, ever. Get a bunch of random numbers tattooed on him; why not?

He scrambles blindly for his phone. Checks the time: 1:10 in the afternoon. Nice day of sleep, then. Pretty good start to his eighteenth birthday.

He calls Calum.

“Morning,” Calum says when he picks up. “Happy birthday.”

“Hi,” Michael says, and at that exact moment he realizes what the numbers are. “Oh my God, you’re such an arse. Did you seriously make me get your birthday tattooed on me? The night before my birthday?”

“What? No,” Calum says, but he doesn’t sound very certain.

“Well, I wouldn’t have done it on my own,” Michael says. The unspoken I wouldn’t have done it if you hadn’t asked me to floats away. “I can’t believe you. I mean, I know we were wasted, but…I can’t believe I let you convince me, honestly.”

“I didn’t!” Calum protests. “...I think. Gotta admit, I was…very drunk.”

“Me too,” Michael says mournfully. “Out of childhood with a bang.”

“I think your childhood ended long ago,” Calum says.

“Your mum’s did,” Michael says, nonsensically. “Fuck, my head hurts.”

“I thought you were getting To The Moon,” Calum says.

“I did. It’s here. And underneath it, your birthday. 250196.”

“That’s my birthday,” Calum agrees, as if Michael doesn’t know that. “Well, listen, it sounds to me like a blessing in disguise. Now I'll always be with you.”

“That's the opposite of what I want. I wish you'd leave me alone," Michael says. “I’ll get you back for this. I was already commemorating our friendship with to the moon. Why would I want your birthday on me?"

“'Cause I'm your favorite," Calum says.

Michael doesn’t answer, because it’s true enough. Not that Michael would choose to have anyone’s birthday tattooed on him, but if he had to choose, he’d choose Calum. He’ll always choose Calum.

“So,” Calum says, as if about to ask about the weather. Michael knows Calum’s nervous voice, though, and this is it. “Uh, got anything else new, then?”

Michael bites his lip. “I haven’t checked. Only just woke up.”

“Oh. That’s cool. Let me know if — when you find yours.”

“I’ll call you back,” Michael says, and hangs up. He sits in bed for too long, staring at his palms, thinking about how he doesn’t need any more tattoos. He got To The Moon, and he’s got Calum’s birthday, which, admittedly, is a weird thing for drunk Calum to convince him to get. But fair enough as a prank, he supposes; maybe he’ll make Calum get Michael’s birthday on him, as payback, on Calum’s eighteenth.

Finally, he gets out of bed and goes to the bathroom. He stares at himself in the mirror. The bathroom lights are blinding, achingly bright. The hangover is killing him. He strips down to his underwear and slowly does an inch-by-inch scan of his entire body. Three times.

There’s nothing. The knot that had built itself up in Michael’s stomach unravels, and Michael realizes he hadn’t been nervous that there wouldn’t be a soulmate tattoo; he’d been nervous that there would be.

And there’s not.

He calls Calum back.

“There’s — I don’t have one,” he says.

Calum is quiet. “What do you mean, you don’t have one? Everyone gets one.”

“Well, I haven’t,” Michael says. Hearing Calum’s voice, he can’t stop smiling.

“How is that possible?” Calum says. “Check again.”

“Calum, I checked like nine times. I haven’t got a soulmate tattoo.” He pauses. “I didn’t want one anyway.”

“You didn’t want one?”

Michael shakes his head. “Nope,” he says. “Fuck soulmates. I’ve already got you, haven’t I? It’s not like I need anyone else to cuddle or spend all my time with. They’d probably just be jealous.”

Calum laughs uneasily. “If you say so.”

“I do,” Michael says firmly. “Not everyone has a soulmate tattoo, not like anything's wrong. I don’t need some ink to tell me what’s important. I’ve got everything I need.”

“Wow,” Calum says. “Being eighteen has truly made you wise.”

“It sure has,” Michael says. “Do you wanna get Maccas and play Fifa?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be at the coffee shop?”

“Ah, Luke’ll cover me,” Michael says. He’ll do it for Luke’s birthday on the condition that Luke does it for his; that’s the agreement.

“In that case, I would love to,” Calum says.

January 25th, 2014

Michael wakes up in Calum’s bed. For one very brief, baffling second, he thinks, did Calum and I have sex?, but no, he’s fully clothed and definitely hasn’t had sex recently. So just good old-fashioned sleeping together, then. 

“Morning,” Calum says from the general direction of the doorway. Michael twists himself around and immediately regrets it; his head is pounding.

“Fuck me,” he mumbles.

“You should be so lucky,” Calum says. “Hungover?” Michael nods, squinting. Calum comes over, Tylenol in one hand and a glass of water in the other. “Me too.”

“I fucking love you,” Michael says, and downs the Tylenol and water. “Happy birthday.”

“Yeah, about that,” Calum says, crossing his arms. “I know you said you were going to get me back, but I didn’t think you meant it like this.”

“Like what?” 

Calum shakes his head. He’s got the ghost of a smile on his face, but he’s clearly trying very hard to hide it. “Mate, we have to stop drinking so much and blacking out.” 

“I dunno,” Michael says. “I kinda like the mystery. It’s like, who was that Michael? What was he thinking? I’ll never know.”

“Mike, you don't even know what you're thinking when you're sober.”

“Hey, shut up. I think at least three things a day.”

“Not including wanking.”

“...I think at least one thing a day.”

“Thought so.” Calum tugs the collar of his t-shirt down, and Michael’s breath catches when he sees Calum’s new tattoo. It says MMXII across his collarbone, in big, blocky Roman numerals. 

“Oh, it looks sick,” Michael says. 

Calum raises his eyebrows and pulls it down a little further. Michael has to squint, because he’s not wearing his glasses.

“I can’t see that,” he confesses. Calum huffs and comes closer.

201195.

“You got my birthday tattooed on you?” Michael says. Calum stares at him. Michael connects the dots. “Oh my God.  I so don’t remember last night at all. That’s incredible. I have nothing but respect for blackout-drunk Michael. He clearly knew what he was doing.”

“You know I’m going to have this forever, right?” Calum says, but despite his best efforts, he doesn’t sound mad, not even a little. “We’re both stuck with each others’ birthdays tattooed on each other forever. Because we’re drunk little shits.”

Michael shrugs. “Could be much worse,” he says. “You could’ve gotten it on your dick.”

Calum snorts.

“And, uh.” Michael swallows. “Nothing else? Apart from the two that you, like, actually went and got?”

Calum watches Michael, and Michael hates how unreadable his expression is. “Nope,” he finally says. “I checked. It’s just those.”

Michael feels badly for feeling so relieved. “I’m sorry,” he lies.

“No, I — I’m actually fine with it,” Calum says. “I mean, it’s like you said, right? Don’t need any new people in my life. I’m pretty happy where I am.” 

Michael grins at him. He hadn’t realized how scared he’d been to learn about Calum’s new soulmate until finding out that Calum doesn’t have one. Maybe it’s selfish, but Michael is selfish. He wants Calum all to himself. He doesn’t want a soulmate. He doesn’t want Calum to have one. He just wants it to be MichaelandCalum forever.

“Nice,” he says. He looks up at Calum and his smile grows. “You learned from the wisest. Well, happy birthday. What do you want to do?”

“Sleep off this hangover,” Calum says honestly. Michael spreads his arms across the bed.

“Join me,” he says. Calum rolls his eyes.

“That’s my bed, you loser.”

“So that’s a no?”

Calum climbs into the bed and curls himself into Michael’s side. “Never said that,” he mumbles. “G’night.”

It’s nearly 11am, but they both fall asleep, secure and warm. Michael feels safer than he’s ever felt.

March 8th, 2014

“I just don’t understand how you can be so relaxed about it,” Luke says, absently strumming variations on the A chord.

“It’s literally the simplest thing in the world,” Michael says. “I don’t have a soulmate tattoo. Move on.”

“Yeah, but neither you nor Calum? And you’re not, like, a little bit curious about why not?” Luke presses.

“Leave him alone, Luke,” Ashton says, twirling a drumstick. “He’s obviously soulmates with someone he hates, and he just doesn’t want to say. Probably Ben or Jack.”

Luke gags. Michael reaches for something to throw at Ashton, but all he’s got is a guitar pick, so he throws that. Ashton catches it and starts tapping the snare drum with it.

“I just don’t really care,” Michael says, in response to Luke’s question. “Like. I don’t know. I don’t feel like having anyone else in my life would make it better at this point. I’ve got Cal, and I’ve got you guys — the band — and my family…” He shrugs. It makes undeniable sense to him; he’s happy where he is. If it ain’t broke, right?

Luke sighs. “I could never be like that. I’d be dying to know who my soulmate is.”

“Yeah, because you’re clingy as hell.”

“Oh, that’s rich coming from you.”

“I’m not clingy!”

“I’ll just ask Calum when he gets here, then,” Luke says.

“Okay, fine. I’m a little clingy, but so are you,” Michael says. “At least I’m not harping on not having a soulmate tattoo. You haven’t even got yours yet and you’re obsessed with it.”

Luke sticks his tongue out. “I’m allowed to be curious,” he says. “Ash, aren’t you curious whose yours is?”

Ashton jolts when Luke addresses him. The pick drops from his hand onto the batter head of the snare. “Um, I dunno. Yeah. But, like, whoever it is, I’ll find them in due course. Might not even have gotten their tattoo yet, so I’m trying to take it easy, not worry.”

Michael casts a strange sideways glance at Ashton, who’s bouncing his leg up and down. Nervous. He looks at Luke, then looks back at Ashton.

“Wonder what yours will be,” Luke says, leaning over his guitar and twisting his fingers. “Like, what matches the moon?”

“The sun?” Ashton offers. “The tide?”

Luke nods like he’s deep in thought. “Sun would be nice,” he mumbles, as if talking to himself.

Michael wishes Calum were here. If Luke isn’t Ashton’s soulmate, he’s quitting the band and the coffee shop and taking Cal with him.

July 23rd, 2014 - 12:16 a.m.

“Hello?”

“Mike.” It’s Luke. He sounds nervous. No, he sounds scared. Michael can deal with nervous Luke while playing Portal, but not scared Luke. He pauses the game. Chats from Calum appear on the screen, but he ignores them for the moment.

“Hey,” he says gently. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Luke says, which is clearly a lie. “I’m just — it’s my eighteenth.”

“Oh, holy shit,” Michael says. Obviously he’d known that, and had remembered up until about two hours ago, when he’d started playing Portal with Calum and all thoughts had exited his mind. “Did you get your tattoo? Do you have one?” 

“Yeah,” Luke says. “It’s, uh. It’s the sun.”

“The sun?” Michael repeats. “That’s a bit random.”

“Yeah, but,” Luke says, sounding desperate, “it’s the sun right on my forearm — looks exactly like —”

Oh. Michael knows. “Oh,” he says softly. “Holy fuck.”

“It can’t be him, right?” Luke says. “Like. There’s no way. The odds…”

“Well, that’s sort of the point of soulmates, isn’t it?” Michael points out. “Like, yeah, in a normal situation it would be a crazy coincidence, but soulmates aren’t supposed to be normal situations.”

Luke is silent for a long time. 

“Luke?” Michael prompts after the quiet gets unbearable. “Do you want it to be him?”

“Yes,” Luke says, in the smallest voice ever. “So badly.”

Michael can’t help it; his heart skips a beat, and it’s not even his own love story. “Well, if you want it to be Ash and you’ve already got the sun where he’s got the moon, that sure does sound like it’s him.”

Luke exhales so hard it crackles on the phone. “No way.”

“If it helps,” Michael says, “I’m pretty sure Ashton’s been hoping you’re his soulmate since he met you.”

“You’re just saying that,” Luke says, but Michael’s not; he’s not blind. He can see the way Ashton looks at Luke like he’s a fucking planet, and Ashton’s content to just orbit. He’s heard some of the stuff Ashton writes and never presents to the band as a whole. If Michael had a nickel for every time Ashton mentioned blond hair and blue eyes in his lyrics, he’d have enough money to kick Ashton from the band and hire a better drummer who wasn’t constantly pining after their lead singer. He’d have enough money to quit the coffee shop and take Calum from the record shop and skip town completely.

“Call him,” Michael advises. “And leave me alone so I can finish playing Portal with Calum.”

“You could’ve done that while talking to me,” Luke says.

“And yet I paused it, just to take your call, because I’m just that nice and lovable,” Michael says. “Now fuck off.”

“Not so nice and lovable now,” Luke mutters.

 Michael hangs up on him and unpauses the game.

 January, 2015

Michael hasn’t done the research.

He doesn’t care. Or he does his level best pretending he doesn’t care. For a little while between his eighteenth birthday and Calum’s, he’d mostly been lying when he’d told people he didn’t care, but as soon as Calum had turned eighteen with no soulmate tattoo in sight, Michael had realized he actually doesn’t care.

And he doesn’t want to know what it means, not to have a soulmate tattoo. If Michael has to pioneer the movement of normalizing being tattoo-free, then so be it. He and Calum will be the frontmen. Besides, it’s not like anyone needs to know. It’s not like anyone should care.

Some people do care, though. Some people are invasive coffee shop customers who think they have the right to ask after Michael’s soulmate tattoo like it’s the sort of casual conversation you instigate while ordering a vanilla latte. Some people are wrong.

“Oh, I like your tattoo,” is what this woman says. She looks to be middle-aged, or maybe mid-sixties, and she’s talking about To The Moon, Michael reckons. Then the lady says: “Is it your soulmate one?”

Michael bites back a rude comment. “No,” he says.

“What’s your soulmate one look like?” the lady asks. Like she would have any right to know if Michael had one. Michael hates his day job. 

He glances over at Luke, who’s halfway through making the latte, and grimaces, a desperate plea to be rescued from this conversation. He should have just lied and said To The Moon was his soulmate tattoo. But he’s sick of talking about it at all. And who’s this lady anyway, thinking she can just march in here, order a coffee, and then ask Michael about his soulmate tattoo like they’re acquainted?

Luke steps over. “Hi, ma’am, sorry, Mike’s much better with vanilla lattes than I am, you’ll want him on that,” he says. That’s a straight lie, but Michael gratefully slides away and goes to finish the latte. “Was there something else we can get for you?”

“Oh, I just wondered about your soulmate tattoos,” the woman says. “It’s just been a long time since I’ve seen people who have them so fresh, and — oh, I don’t know. I wondered.”

“Well, I can tell you I’ve got mine,” Luke says, and proudly displays the sun tattoo on his forearm. “My soulmate and I are together going on six months.”

“How lovely!” the lady squeals. “The sun, that’s beautiful. What does she have?”

“He,” Luke corrects uncomfortably, “has the moon.”

Michael tunes them out and finishes the latte. He puts less vanilla than he should, but the woman deserves something a little more bitter. Maybe it’ll wake her from whatever dreamland she’s in where nosy questions about personal topics are considered fair game.

~

At least Calum lets him complain. Michael’s been bitching about the old lady for about twenty minutes, but Calum, ever the patient and loyal best friend, has let him carry on.

“I just don’t get why everyone is so obsessed with knowing,” Michael finishes, and sighs deeply, feeling the weight lift from his chest. “God, I’m tired.”

“You just talked for nearly half an hour,” Calum points out.

“And I could go longer!” Michael says. “I’m irritated, Cal. Maybe I’ll ask the manager to blacklist her from the store.”

“Complaining will get you nowhere,” Calum reminds him. “And it sounds like she wasn’t trying to be invasive. Old people are just like that.”

“But she was,” Michael whines. He falls finally onto the couch, where Calum has sat watching him pace since he got home, and cuddles into Calum’s side. “See if I make her coffee again. I’ll throw a diva fit.”

“You do that every day, anyway. You threw a diva fit when I asked if your shampoo was two-in-one shampoo and conditioner.”

“Because who uses two-in-one, Cal? Animals, that’s who.”

“See? Diva.”

“Well, if she comes back, I’ll just bitch at her about shampoo and conditioner until she gives up and goes someplace else.”

“Just pretend you’ve become violently ill,” Calum suggests. “Or that you’ve gotten a very urgent call.”

“I’m awful at pretending I have calls,” Michael says. Calum starts carding through Michael’s hair. Michael knows it’s a trick to calm him down, and he hates that it’s working. Calum’s gentle, methodical gestures are soothing.

“Then just text me, and I’ll ring you, and I’ll make up a horrible emergency,” Calum says.

Michael sighs. “That’s why you’re my favorite, Cal.”

Calum brings his free hand up to pat Michael’s cheek. His hand is warm and soft and the touch feels familiar. “No problem. It’s what I’m here for.”

“To get me out of talking to annoying customers?”

Calum leans his head on Michael’s and presses a light kiss to his head. “Yup.”

“Can’t wait for our band to be famous so I can quit,” Michael mumbles. Calum laughs.

Michael closes his eyes. Calum is safe and comfortable, and it’s been a long day. He falls asleep, breathing in sync with the rise and fall of Calum’s chest.

four years and three albums later

It’s been a surprisingly long time since Michael’s been back down this street, since he’s seen this strip mall. Touring practically non-stop will do that to a person. Almost every shop he remembers being here has been replaced. Michael wishes Calum were here to do this walk with him, but Calum is a little bitch who’s been dragged into the studio for writing. Michael’s weaseled his way out of it. He loves to write, but he can do it outside of a studio, and he’s really not in the mood, today.

He wanders down the strip mall, listening to Good Charlotte to truly get himself back in his old emo mindset. Almost this entire strip mall is unfamiliar to him, except one store. Michael stops in front of it, scoffs, laughs, and walks in, tugging his headphones off his head.

The guy at the counter seems to recognize him. “Hey, it’s you!” he says enthusiastically, with a heavy Irish accent.

Michael grins, confused. “Me,” he says, as if that will clear anything up.

“Oh, sorry,” the tattoo artist says. “I just — I did your tattoo back in, what was it, 2014? And your mate’s as well.”

“Calum?” Michael asks. The guy snaps his fingers.

“That’s him. I keep seeing you guys on the TV now,” the guy says. Michael feels badly for not knowing his name. “Seems like you’ve made quite a name for yourself, eh? I always want to brag, you know, ‘I did his first tattoo.’ But I don’t name-drop. Feels cheap.”

“You can name-drop,” Michael says, thrilled that his name is even the kind of name anyone could name-drop. “I’m surprised you remember us coming here, that was a while ago. I’m really sorry, I don’t think I got your name…?”

The guy laughs. “Makes sense, you were pissed off your arses both times. I’m Niall.”

“Michael,” Michael says. “Although I reckon you know that.”

Niall nods. “I’m not likely to forget the times you came in anytime soon,” he adds. “First time I ever saw soulmate tattoos appear while I was in the middle of giving someone a tattoo.”

Michael’s heart stops.

“What?” he says, dimly.

Niall, unaware that he’s just said something groundbreaking and totally insane, carries on. “Oh, you know, the numbers. Birthdays, I think you said they were. You got his and he got yours, right? They just showed up, smack at midnight. Both times. Never seen it happen before.”

Michael can’t breathe.

“I,” he says, but fails to find words enough to finish that sentence.

“How’s the one I gave you holding up?” Niall continues. “I could take a look, if you like.”

“No,” Michael says. He feels dizzy. “Sorry, I…I actually have to run, I forgot — I’ve got to…” He shakes his head. “The birthday tattoo I have, I…I thought that came from here. I thought you did that.”

Niall frowns. “No, mate. That one just appeared. For your pal, as well. I was in the middle of doing the numerals when your birthday just, bam. Threw me for a loop.”

Michael trips backwards and steadies himself. “Okay,” he says, although he feels like he’s suffocating. “Well, um, I better run to my thing that I have — see you. Thanks.”

He all but races out of the tattoo parlor and doesn’t stop until he’s away from the strip mall. Then he leans against a stop sign.

Okay. This isn’t possible. It’s been — it’s been, what, three? Four years? Michael’s never had a soulmate. He’s okay with that. He’s never wanted one. He’s always been just fine, just him and Calum, and neither of them having — 

Michael blinks and thinks about what Niall has said.

“Holy fuck,” he murmurs. He yanks his sleeve up and looks at his tattoo of Calum’s birthday again.  “Holy shit.”

He pushes himself to his feet and starts purposefully making his way to his parents’ house, shooting off a text as he does:

michael: come to mine after studio. wanna talk to you

~

Calum has a key, so he lets himself in.

“Hey, Mikey,” he says. “What’s up?”

Michael has been playing guitar for the past two hours, or trying to, but his hands are still shaking too much. He sets it aside when Calum comes in.

“How was the studio?” Michael asks nonchalantly, like this is a normal day, and everything is fine.

Calum frowns. “You’re acting weird. You only texted me once. What’s going on?”

“Texting you once isn’t weird,” Michael says.

“Michael, have you met you? I’ve received one-word answers from you in more than one text.” Calum crosses his arms. “Why are you being weird?”

“We’re soulmates,” Michael blurts out.

Calum raises his eyebrows. “That’s impossible, given neither of us have soulmate tattoos, Mike.”

“Really? How’d you get my birthday on you, then?” Michael challenges.

“From when we got drunk on my eighteenth, you idiot, same as how you got mine on you.”

“Yeah? Cal, do you actually remember getting that tattoo? Hell, did we pay for these ones?” He stands up finally and shifts on his feet. “You asked to get 2012. Do you remember that?”

“Obviously, yes.”

“And do you remember asking to get my birthday?”

Calum stares at him. “No,” he finally says.

“I think we’ve been colossally idiotic,” Michael says. “I never asked to get your birthday tattooed on me. We were just too drunk to remember.”

“Oh my God,” Calum says. “Holy shit.” And then he laughs, like it’s funny.

“Don’t laugh,” Michael says. “This isn’t funny, it’s absolutely mad.”

“Yes,” Calum agrees, still smiling. “Absolutely fucking insane. We are the dumbest people on the entire planet. I’m in love with you, Michael.”

Michael’s heart stops beating. “What?”

“I’m not sure I knew,” Calum says. “But I definitely am. I — it’s only you for me. You’re it. I didn’t want any other soulmate.”

“Me neither,” Michael breathes. “You’re it for me.” His face feels hot. “Oh, holy shit. I’m in love with you.”

“Welcome to the party,” Calum says.

Michael’s run out of things to say, so he kisses Calum.

It doesn’t feel like the huge revelation Michael might have expected. It just feels…right. In fact, it feels obvious. Like for years he’s been working to solve a math problem, and now he’s finally realized it’d been exactly what he’d thought. It’s Calum. Of course it’s Calum. Who else could it have been? Who else could it ever possibly be? Everything he’s ever felt about Calum has been love, even when it had been anger or hurt or confusion. He loves Calum, is in love with Calum, and always has been.

Calum doesn’t hesitate to kiss Michael back, cupping Michael’s jaw as if anchoring him to the kiss. He tilts his head, fixing the angle, and they fit so perfectly that Michael wonders why they’ve never thought to do this before. He tugs on the front of Calum’s t-shirt, pulling him closer, and wraps his arms around Calum’s waist, and it feels so natural, and so easy, to just kiss Calum like it’s what he was made to do. Calum licks at Michael’s lower lip and Michael’s intoxicated by the way it feels, Calum’s tongue in his mouth, Calum’s hands threaded in his hair, Calum under his palms, Calum, Calum, Calum. He makes a noise that’s half-groan and half-sigh, and feels Calum smiling against his lips. He pulls away. Michael feels dizzy.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “I really like kissing you.”

“Good, ‘cause there’s going to be a lot more of it,” Calum says.

Michael leans his forehead against Calum’s. “You taste of Vegemite.”

“There were snacks at the studio,” Calum says.

“Did you save me any?”

“Any Vegemite chocolate scrolls?” Calum leans back and raises his eyebrows. “Dream on.”

“That’s rude,” Michael complains. “I’m not sure I’m in love with you anymore. We should break up.”

“We’re not even really dating,” Calum says.

Michael blanches. “Oh. Right. Cal, d’you wanna be my boyfriend?”

“Not if you’re just going to break up with me straight away.” He sticks his tongue out. Michael wants to kiss him again, but he’s still recovering from the first.

“To be honest,” Michael says, “our tattoos are pretty shit compared to Luke and Ashton. They get the sun and the moon, and we just get a bunch of numbers? Birthdays? How uncreative do you get?”

“You’re going to challenge the ineffable power of soulmate tattoos because you think ours aren’t creative?” 

“I’m just saying, it might have been nice to get something a little cooler or more symbolic.”

“I don’t know,” Calum says. “I like having your birthday. It makes me feel like you’ve been important to me since birth. And like I’ve always got a piece of you with me. The sun could be anyone, but this day is yours.”

“And Joe Biden’s,” Michael says.

“God, you ruin every moment, don’t you?”

“I share a birthday with Joe Biden!” Calum glares at him. “Okay, yes, that was really cheesy and adorable,” Michael concedes. “I like your birthday on me, as well. For the same reason.”

Calum grins. “For real, Mikey. Can we, like. Do this?” He gestures between the two of them, as if whatever this is will become automatically clear. Michael’s not sure what it is, or what it even should be. They’re best friends turned soulmates turned…what? “Be boyfriends and all?”

Oh. Well. That’s simple enough. “Yeah,” Michael says. “I’m not marrying you until I get a prenup, though. Gotta have that money.”

“God, can I break up with you yet?” Calum mutters.

“Nope, there’s a five minute wait time, and I just broke up with you like one minute ago.”

“We weren’t dating when you broke up with me then, though.”

“Well, I still did it, so you have to wait.”

“Fine,” Calum says. “I have an idea for what we can do in the meantime.”

It’s a pretty good idea, Michael decides when Calum kisses him for the second time. “Could kiss you forever,” he mumbles against Calum’s lips.

“Not if I break up with you,” Calum says. Michael pulls away, appalled.

“Oh my God, now you ruined the moment! You’re such a hypocrite!”

Calum doesn’t stop laughing for awhile, but it’s fine. Calum’s laugh is Michael’s favorite sound.

[minhoslut]

♡ summary: Y/N is a fairy in a world of magic hating humans, who moves into a house with seven young men after being kicked out of her old dorm. She learns about all their secrets while hiding hers for as long as she can. Lots of parties, games, sex and maybe even love.

♡ pairing: ot7 x fem!reader, fem!reader x various idols

♡ chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | ? |

♡ series warnings: alcohol consumption, blood mention, drug use, mxm, fxf, threesome, foursome, orgy, swearing, anxiety, depression, past trauma, past abuse

♡ series genre: fluff, smut, slight angst

♡ series rating: R

♡ word count: 2528

♡ posted on: AO3

♡ chapter eight: daily life

When you woke again you began by stretching your body, then you peeled yourself out of the damp bed. Why was it damp anyway? Ah. You looked down. The swimsuit. Groaning you peeled the still slightly wet suit off your body and dug through your wardrobe. A pretty light blue wrap dress with a floral pattern was the choice as it was simple but cute . It was 10 am, so you weren't sure who would be awake, faintly recalling Jin mentioning something about 4 am when you had gone to bed. Heading to the bathroom, you washed your face and brushed your teeth before heading downstairs.

It seems only you had awoken as it was still silent on the main floor. You surveyed the area and decided to take it upon yourself to clean up this mess. You were awake anyway, and not quite hungry yet. Humming softly, you picked up various empty bottles and cans, threw away garbage, swept and mopped up sticky messes. Satisfied with your work, you wiped your brow and boiled some water for some chai tea. A hand on your waist startled you, "Just me, sorry." Yoongi's deep voice came from behind you as he reached over your shoulder to grab a mug from the shelf. He moved to the coffee maker and began to brew some, "Did you clean up all on your own?" He asked as he looked around.

You nodded, taking your mug over to one of the seats on the island and bouncing the teabag in your cup lightly. "We could've helped once everyone was awake..." Yoongi said sounding sheepish. You waved a hand, "I wasn't doing anything anyway, plus you guys have all been so kind to me as I've settled in." Taking a sip of your drink you smiled at him, "Does Namjoon have a habit of getting undressed when he's drunk or is that new?" Yoongi chuckled and came to sit beside you with his now full cup of coffee, "That is new for sure. I was surprised to find him in his boxers but whatever, not like I haven't seen it before. Must have been a shock for you though."

You giggled, "Hm I don't know about shock, he has a nice build. It was just so funny!" Yoongi smirked at you and raised an eyebrow, "Nice build huh?" You stuck your tongue out at him then turned back to your tea, ignoring Yoongis soft laughter. "Y/N~ Goodmorning~" Jimin sang as he came into the kitchen, grabbing a mug and filling it with coffee. "What am I? Chopped liver?" Yoongi grumbled from beside you, making Jimin and you laugh. Jimin set his mug down and came behind Yoongi enveloping him in a tight hug. "Good morning to you Yoongi!" He said, ignoring the older mans attempts to shake him off.

Seokjin and Hoseok came into the kitchen then and began fetching their own drinks of choice. “Were you still wet this morning after last night Y/N?” Jin asked, taking a gulp of his tea. You choked on your own mouthful and looked at him incredulously. Seokjins ears went bright red as he realized the connotations of his words, “Not like that!” He sputtered, “Because you went to bed in your swimsuit!” You nodded, “Sure that's what you meant, not that you wanted a repeat of Friday?” You said boldly with a wink, making the four men gawk at you. “Anyway, do you guys do a Sunday party too?” Hoseok cleared his throat, “Yeah we do, none of us have Monday classes anyway. It can either be batshit crazy or a bit more mellow than other nights.” You made a noise of understanding and put your now empty mug in the sink.

By now it was close to 1 pm so you decided to make bibimbap for lunch with the help of Jin. The two of you shooed the other boys out of the kitchen to wake up the still sleeping men because they kept stealing slices of the ingredients while you were cutting them up. When the two of you were satisfied with the plating and table setup you asked Yoongi, who had opted to work on his computer on the couch, to go let the other boys know the food was ready.

You tried to keep in the snicker you felt when Namjoon came to sit beside you in his plaid pajamas and messy bed hair. Carding your hands through his hair, you made it somewhat presentable, earning a satisfied hum from the barely aware man. The other six laughed at his state, but poured him a glass of water and made sure he ate his lunch. After he had eaten Namjoon was much more aware and so the boys began their relentless teasing of his impromptu strip show the night before.

Namjoon banged his head on the table, “God, I am so sorry Y/N.” But you shook your head and gave him a smile. “She thinks you have a hot body Joon, don’t worry.” Yoongi said as he began to clear the table. You gave him a look but he just laughed while Namjoon looked flustered. “Y/N~ Play a game with me and Kook.” Taehyung whined coming to tug on your arm, you rolled your eyes and let him drag you to the games area. Jungkook sat beside you and rested his head on your shoulder as Taehyung set up the console. Jungkook smelt good and his hair was still the tiniest bit damp, so you assumed he had showered before lunchtime.

Taehyung came to sit on your other side and the three of you began your intense game of Mario Kart. Well, intense between Jungkook and Tae that was. Of all types of games, racing games were your biggest weak spot. You struggled to keep up with the two, and after a few hours, you gave up your remote to Jimin and instead cuddled into Jungkook. Pulling out your phone you looked at the mostly empty home screen. You’d deleted all your social media apps when you’d left your old dorm, the pain of the memories had been too much for you to even block them. Pocketing your phone once more, you inhaled Jungkooks scent and felt much calmer. You hated the effect your ex-friends still had over you.

Stretching, you left your spot, stepping over Jimin who was sat on the floor and headed to the back yard. Jin and Namjoon were both reading on the outdoor wicker couch while Yoongi was clacking on his computer in one of the matching chairs. Hoseok was doing yoga on the grass which made you raise a brow. “No one is gonna join poor Hobi in his yoga?” You said stepping out onto the deck. Jin and Namjoon both made a face while Yoongi completely ignored the comment. You shook your head and made your way over to where Hoseok was. “Bunch of losers.” Hoseok said as you came to stand beside him, copying his pose.

It felt nice to do the slow stretches in the soft sun of the afternoon, Hoseok was patient as he taught you the proper techniques. Occasionally he would move your limbs with his hands, his grip gentle but direct. It was a strangely intimate thing, but you both spent a lot of it giggling with each other as you attempted the more difficult moves. When you had finished with yoga, Hoseok turned on a speaker and began to dance. You watched his fluid movements and joined in slowly as you picked up on the beat. The dance ended up getting silly very quickly and soon the two of you were collapsed in a pile of laughter on the grass.

You sighed sitting up, “I suppose we should make dinner now then.” Hoseok hummed but made no move to get up from his position on the grass. You watched Jin stand up from his spot, “Me and Yoongi will make fish and rice so you guys can stay out here.” He said, pulling Yoongi to stand with him. You gave him a huge smile and a call of gratitude before laying down so only your head was beside Hobis. "We've been let off the hook, though I'm not sure you were going to be help anyway." You said with a giggle. Hoseok sat up and looked at you, "Hey! I can help better than Namjoon and Jimin!" He argued, making Namjoon give a shout of indignation from his seat on the deck.

You laughed harder. "You think that's funny? How about this!" Hobi began to tickle you and you screeched with laughter. "Oh, ticklish are we? Admit I'm helpful!" -- "Never!" You struggled to say in between his attacks. You were wheezing and could barely breathe as he tickled you, but you never backed down from a fight of any kind. Hoseok chuckled evil, "Not giving in hm? How about this!" He snatched you into his arms and began to spin around as fast as he could. You shrieked as he did so clutching to his arm and shoulder tightly. You heard Namjoon yell to Hoseok to leave you alone and not to fall, but he was clearly ignored.

When Hoseok finally slowed and put you on your feet the both of you were so dizzy that you fell right on top of him and took him down with you. "Who's trapped now?" You said with a sly smile, then you pressed a quick kiss to Hoseoks lips before running away into the kitchen with a cackle, leaving the man stunned on the ground. "What's got you all messed up?" Taehyung asked brushing your hair back into place when you nearly collided with him running into the room. "Oh, just a little play fight with Hobi." You said with a wink. "Well, foods ready anyway so sit." With that, he left to get Namjoon and Hoseok inside.

Dinner was delicious and everyone was in high spirits, you were shooed away from dishes once Yoongi spilled that you had cleaned the house alone. You took a quick shower before heading to your room to pick an outfit. Flicking through your hangers you came across a pretty lemon yellow silk dress with a cowl neckline , sliding it on and tugging it down so it sat how you wanted on your curves. Glittery lip gloss, a gold highlight, and a dramatic lash was your makeup for the night. Brushing through your hair and giving it a quick blow dry, you were ready and headed downstairs.

Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook were back on the couch playing games when you reached the ground floor. Taehyung was wearing black slacks, a matching belt, a white t-shirt tucked in, and a black, red and white striped dress shirt set over top , looking dashing indeed. Jimin was in a simple black long-sleeved top with a cut down the center that revealed just enough skin, tucked into black slacks and cinched at the waist with a belt as well . Jungkook had on ripped blue jeans with a white tee tucked into them, a black belt sat around his waist and a light tan button-up over it . They were too involved in their game to pay you any attention, whooping in excitement at the screen.

You walked by them and into the kitchen where Seokjin and Yoongi were pouring various drinks into a glass on the island. Seokjin was dressed fairly simple, black slacks and a blue long sleeve button up with white stripes , classic but handsome. Yoongi was in black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt with white graphics on it, a blue floral patterned jean jacket to pull it all together . “What are you two up to?” You asked, propping your elbows on the island and resting your head in your palms. “Y/N! Wow, you look gorgeous as ever.” Jin complimented, making you crinkle your eyes in a bright smile. “Thanks! You too are looking dashing as always~” Jin laughed at your words but you saw a slight blush cross Yoongis face before he cleared his throat.

“We are making the punishment drink for the loser of their Overwatch game.” He gestured to the youngest three on the couch. “Oh? I pity he who ends up in that spot!” You chuckled. “Do you want something, I can mix you up something fun?” Jin asked with a wiggle of his brows. “Surprise me then Master Mixologist~” You cooed. “Jin’s making drinks? Make me and Hoseok rum and cokes.” Namjoon said as he came to stand beside you, while Hoseok came to sit on the kitchen table. Namjoon was wearing black jeans secured with a black belt, a red tee tucked in, and a jean jacket, while Hoseok was in tan slacks and had a light blue button-up slightly tucked in and undone a few buttons at the top.

“Fine, fine, I’ll make your drinks. What a waste of my talent...” Seokjin grumbled, you giggled knowing this probably happened often. Jin handed you the now finished drink which was a pretty pinky-peach colour. “A Love Potion for the lovely lady.” He said with a wink as you took a sip. “This is perfect!” The sweet and tangy cocktail fit your taste exactly, “What's in it?” You asked Seokjin as he poured the drinks for Namjoon and Hobi, “Peach schnapps, vodka and grapefruit juice, guaranteed to make you fall for the person who made it for you.” He answered suggestively, making you smile. “These will make you love me too, though!” He said handing Hoseok and Joon their drinks, they just rolled their eyes at his comment though.

A wail came from the living room and you all looked over to see Taehyung and Jungkook dancing as Jimin sat on his knees, head in his hands. “Seems like the winner has been decided.” Yoongi said, crossing his arms with a smirk on his face. A very dejected Jimin came to the kitchen dragging his feet as Jungkook and Tae whooped along beside him. Yoongi presented the nasty concoction of various alcohols with a lime slice on the edge of the glass. Jimin grimaced and picked it up, gagging when he got a whiff of the drink. “This smells like alcoholic acid.” He deadpanned, making the rest of you howl with laughter.

Jimin pinched his nose and downed the drink while you cheered him on. He looked a bit sick as he finished it but chewed the lime triumphantly while the boys tackled him with hugs. “You’re all ridiculous!” You said through your laughter, shaking your head at their antics. “So you’re not proud of me?” Jimin said with a pout, his eyes big and shiny. “Proud of what? You losing?” You teased, taking a sip of your drink. Jimin gaped at you like he couldn’t believe his puppy dog eyes hadn’t worked. “Looks like you’ve met your match Jiminie~” Yoongi said with a smile. “We’ll see about that…” Jimin said, a mischievous smile on his lips.

There was a knock on the door at that moment and you downed the rest of your drink and smiled.  “Let’s get this party started!”

[bts5sosempire]

BTS Reaction: s/o is not afraid of anything

A/n: me since I am an ambivert, but a true introvert at heart.

Kim Seokjin:

You and Jin were walking around the amusement park and it was themed Hell Fest. It was getting dark and fake fogs were covering the pathway as many others were either going home or staying longer. Jin clutches onto your hand tightly.

He hates this in his very humble and honest opinion, this is just like their zombie run episode and he was scared senseless while filming the episode.

“(Name) walk faster,” he ushers you to quicken your pace. The garbage can let out a bang as Jin lets go of your hand and scream in fright while you laugh at his terror.

The next thing he saw coming out of the fog and he sees the shape outline of a supposed zombie-- because of the walking style, and he literally went behind you for protection. You wave a ‘hi’ to the zombie with a big smile before tugging Jin along who was very close to you.

“How are you not scared?”

“Jin there's a difference between fake and real-” your sentence was cut off short as a hand went to grab Jin's arm and he let out a shriek next to your ear.

Seems like you're going to have to console him on the way home and at home too.

Min Yoongi:

You and Yoongi were walking home late in the dark as the streetlights were the only sources that provide you both a path to home.

“Yoongi you had been working hard lately, I'll come by tomorrow to give you food okay?” The man nodded at you as he held your hand tighter.

While walking you both stop your steps, that was rummaging sounds from the garbage can. Yoongi pulls you behind him as his eyes peers through the dark where there was no light showing who or what it is there. The sound got louder until a cat jumps out of the dark and Yoongi got scared as he went behind you this time, with a loud scream.

You only laugh at him as the cat came near you and purr at your leg. You bend down to pet the Siamese cat and Yoongi was catching his breath behind you. You were trying to slow your breathing and laughs.

“Ahhhhh! I thought it was someone but it was just a cat!” He wheezes behind you and you look back at him. Yoongi crumpled onto the asphalt ground as his soul left his body. Another cat jump out and attack the Siamese cat and Yoongi scream again.

Once again you were trying to stifle your laughter but failed as you were dying from your silent laughter as no sound came out from your mouth this time.

Poor Yoongi.

Jung Hoseok:

“(Name)!”

A loud scream was heard from the kitchen. You rush in and found Hoseok on the dining table with one slipper about ready to throw.

“What is it?” You asked him with dishelved appearances as you were rudely woke up from your nap.

“There is a spider over there!” He shouts at you in panic while pointing to a corner and there was a pair of slipper thrown there. You went over there and kick his sandal aside and step on the spider. Hoseok got off the table so fast and he cheers a "woohoo!" loudly, as he hugs the life out of you. “You're my hero!”

You push Hoseok off of you and mumble out, “I'm still tired, I'm going back to sleep...” Walking away from him, Hoseok trail after you like a puppy with an imaginary tail swishing behind him.

“Let me cuddle with you!” He practically screams and glomps you on the couch as soon as you sit. Hoseok throws one of his legs over yours, and bring you tightly to his chest.

Kim Namjoon:

Namjoon watches you play a violent and horror game that was recommended by the fans, while doing a live stream with him. You were so focused that even jump scares don't scare you. He was sitting beside you as you were mashing the letters of the keyboard with your fingers and pressing down so hard that he felt bad for the poor thing.

“Ah! Why isn't this monster dying?!” You shouted at the screen frustratedly while pushing the monster off of your character. Taking a deep gruntle sigh, you manage to take off the monster and kill it. Or you think so.

The screen went all dark of a sudden like it was shut off, and a game cutscene was shown.

Your character was breathing hard and Namjoon leans closer to you and the screen. “What happened?"

The monster pop out and toss your character to the other with a screech and Namjoon jumps back a bit and he was surprised, and you were still the same but with a pissed off face.

“Ah! I didn't waste six health potions on my character for this stupid loser here to come back at me again!” You scream.

Park Jimin:

Jimin and you were inside a dark room and was forced to stay in there and watch a 15-minute clip of pop-ups. Jimin ends up clinging onto you as he would scream and whine into your arm. He clings onto you tightly.

“Tell me when its over! I don't want to look at it!" Just as he says that he peeks and scream. There was a big scary face on the big screen and it digitalizes out. The face was laughing as its voice went from a baby to a deeper voice until a scream blare through the speakers.

You can hear Taehyung and Jungkook laughs loudly through the door on the other side.

“Jimin,” you try to make him look at you and he refuses too. With a slight sigh, you hug him and cover him from the screen as more creepy stuff appears on the screen. “Those are not real, and just hug me tightly if that'll make you feel better.” That made Jimin look up at you with tears in his eyes.

“You guys still got 10 more minutes left!” Taehyung shouted.

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung had planned a scary event for you as he had you blindfolded and put your hands in the box. He also invited the boys over too.

“I know this texture anywhere. Is this my bearded lizard, Rice?” You nonchalantly ask Taehyung who made an unbelievable cutesy voice at your correctness.

“Can you pretend not to know?”

He puts another thing in there and your hands wander around it. There was wetness around it, as it moves away. “Really? Is this one of my turtle? This is Donatello, isn't it? I also know this shell is kind of dent.”

“Taehyung it looks like its going to take more than that to scare her.” Yoongi comment at the flabbergasted boy.

“Can you let out a fake scream for the sake of my reputation?”

“No can do,” you smile at him and take out your hands from the box and took off the blindfold. “But I got something,” there was a devious smile as you whipped out as you bring out a toy that shoots out cool whip.

“I ain't a part of this,” Yoongi walks away from the group as they all start to scamper away from you.

“You all owned me a whopping!”

Jeon Jungkook:

Jungkook had been trying to scare you all weeks as he was failing to do so. So he prints out the grudge face and bought an inflatable body while he also bought a wig too. He was determined to get you scared.

He puts them inside the snack closet since you often go there just to eat whenever you can.

Jungkook sits next to you on the couch and grins widely with his teeth shining and you gave him a weird look. He never smiles that wide in his life.

“(Name) can you go get me a pack of chips?” He asks you and you only shrugged and stood up to get snacks since you're going to get yourself some too.

Jungkook look to see if you're gone, and he quickly jumps out of the couch and whips out his phone and gets ready to record. He giggles.

He saw you open the door and the inflatable of the grudge fell out and you only suck in a breath as you pick it up and turn towards him. Giving him a death stare you ask him, “Really? You do know that you're going to have to try harder than that.” Throwing the grudge monster at him, you see his face that still smiles.

“But did you get scared?”

“No.”

[haikyuutrash11]

GET TO KNOW ME!

1:                                        My name?  Jess, but most online people call me Jet              

2:                                        Do I have any nicknames? I have loads of nicknames and I pretty much answer to slurred words too lmao             

3:                                        Zodiac sign? Taurus    

4:                                        Video game I play to chill, not to win? Overwatch                 

5:                                        Book/series I reread? Junjou romantica and a few others                

6:                                        Aliens or ghosts? I like both... but I guess aliens                 

7:                                        Writer I trust enough to read whatever they write? @yakulev-trash               

8:                                        Favourite radio station? don't have one... oh wait... maybe kerrang                

9:                                        Favourite flavour of anything? toffee               

10:                                        The word that I use all the time to describe something great? sick                

11:                                        Favourite song? worst question to ever be asked... fuck knows fam               

12:                                        The question you ask new friends to get to know them better? got any kinks? lmao               

13:                                        Favourite word? yaaaars               

14:                                        The last person who hurt me, did I forgive them? my ex and no I do not               

15:                                        Last song I listened to? post Malone better now              

16:                                        TV show I always recommend? the big bang theory or anything Michael McIntyre                 

17:                                        Pirates or ninjas? ninjas                 

18:                                        Movie I watch when I'm feeling down? I don't really watch a lot of films to be honest               

19:                                        Song that I always start my shuffle with/wake-up song/always-on-a-loop song? at the moment BTS- idol ft minaj                

20:                                        Favourite video games? overwatch, rayman, bloodbourne                 

21:                                        What am I most afraid of? losing my son               

22:                                        A good quality of mine? non judgemental                

23:                                        A bad quality of mine? quick to assume                

24:                                        Cats or dogs? dogs               

25:                                        Actor/actress you trust enough to watch whatever they're in? Jason stathem                 

26:                                        Favourite season? winter                 

27:                                        Am I in a relationship? no im happily single                

28:                                        Something I miss? lay ins                 

29:                                        My best friend? Jody and wife                

30:                                        Eye colour? blue               

31:                                        Hair colour? at the moment its half purple half red               

32:                                        Someone I love? Yaku! my omega :D               

33:                                        Someone I trust? my mum                

34:                                        Someone I always think about? my son                

35:                                        Am I excited about anything? Haikyuu season 4               

36:                                        My current obsession? Reinhardt x Lucio smut               

37:                                        Favourite TV shows as a child? Sailor moon and digimon                

38:                                        Do I have someone of the opposite sex that I can tell everything to? yeah, my gay American friend Jacob                

39:                                        Am I superstitious? nahhhh                

40:                                        What do I think about most? getting all my shit sorted                

41:                                        Do I have any strange phobias? ……. nunu from teletubies and wind turbines                 

42:                                        Do I prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it? behind it                

43:                                        Favourite hobbies? writing, gaming, painting, drawing                

44:                                        Last book I read? deviations submissions                 

45:                                        Last film I watched? 47 ronin               

46:                                        Do I play any instruments? I used to play the violin and guitar. but don't anymore, although I do want to learn piano                

47:                                        Favourite animal? leopard                

48:                                        Top 5 blog on Tumblr that I follow? bun that               

49:                                        Superpower I wish I could have? telekinesis                 

50:                                        How do I destress? vape                

51:                                        Do I like confrontation? mate I love that shit                 

52:                                        When do I feel most at peace? when im cuddling my son                 

53:                                        What makes me smile? a few things... okay a lot of things but too many things to name                 

54:                                        Do I sleep with the lights on or off? off, what made man sleeps with them on?!?!               

55:                                        Play any sports? pfffffft               

56:                                        What is my song of the week? why is there so many song questions                

57:                                        Favourite drink? milk                

58:                                        When did I last send a handwritten letter to somebody? ………… hand...…. written...…. letter?               

59:                                        Afraid of heights? nope               

60:                                        Pet peeve? chewing gum loudly               

61:                                        What was the last concert I went to see? reading festival and I only went to see metallica lol                

62:                                        Am I vegetarian/vegan/pescatarian? no                

63:                                        What occupation did I want to do when I was younger? red arrow pilot               

64:                                        Have I ever had a friend turn enemy? yeah                 

65:                                        What fictional universe would I like to be a part of? Haikyuu… and I would be such a slut lol                

66:                                        Something I worry about? all the legal stuff im going through right now               

67:                                        Scared of the dark? embrace the dark                 

68:                                        Who are my best friends? what... like you want me to name them all?????                

69:                                        What do I admire most about others? honesty. if a person is honest with me all the way through then I will really appreciate them                

70:                                        Can I sing? don't think so                

71:                                        Something I wish I could do? dance and play the piano                 

72:                                        If I won the lottery, what would I do? treat my mum and dad to what ever they wanted and the fly over to Hawaii and be with my omega and then move to Japan               

73:                                        Have I ever skipped school? no kids don't skip school!               

74:                                        Favourite place on the planet? Tokyo                 

75:                                        Where do I want to live? Tokyo                 

76:                                        Do I have any pets? nope              

77:                                        What is my current desktop picture? Kuroo and Tsukki in suits sat on a sofa                

78:                                        Early bird or night owl? night owl                

79:                                        Sunsets or sunrise? sunsets               

80:                                        Can I drive? legally no               

81:                                        Story behind my last kiss? goodbye lmao               

82:                                        Earphones or headphones? headphones              

83:                                        Have I ever had braces? yes for 2 years then I didn't wear my retainer and they moved back lmao               

84:                                        Story behind one of my scars? I have a scar at the top of my finger where I caught it in the part of the door where it locks and I was on skates and slipped and chopped my finger off. I went running to my mum and she put the tip back on and rushed me to hospital lmao               

85:                                        Favourite genre of music? metal               

86:                                        Who is my hero? my mum                

87:                                        Favourite comic book character? do overwatch comics count? if so then Genji                

88:                                        What makes me really angry? having to repeat myself                

89:                                        Kindle or real book?  real book              

90:                                        Favourite sporty activity? *throws up*                

91:                                        What is one thing that isn’t tight in schools that should be? sorting out bullies                

92:                                        What was my favourite subject at school?                

93:                                        Siblings? yes 3... 2 sisters and 1 brother               

94:                                        What was the last thing I bought? bread                

95:                                        How tall am I? 5″8

96:                                        Can I cook? yes I can                

97:                                        Can I bake? indeed                 

98:                                        3 things I love? anime, Tsukki, and petals               

99:                                        3 things I hate? slow updates, not getting haikyuu season 4 and my ex lmao                

100:                                        Do I have more girl friends or boy friends? boy friends                

101:                                        Who do I get on with better, girls or boys? usually boys               

102:                                        Where was I born? Hastings UK                

103:                                        Sexual orientation? pansexual               

104:                                        Where do I currently live? Hastings                

105:                                        Last person I texted? my mum                

106:                                        Last time I cried? I couple of weeks ago                 

107:                                        Guilty pleasure? im not guilty about any of my pleasures ;)                

108:                                        Favourite Youtuber? the anime man                

109:                                        A photo of myself. nope                

110:                                        Do I like selfies? if im the one taking it                

111:                                        Favourite game app? summoners war               

112:                                        My relationship with my parents? really good with mum and a bit rocky with dad                

113:                                        Favourite accents? Australian                 

114:                                        A place I have not been but wish to visit? Hawaii to visit my omega                 

115:                                        Favourite number?  7             

116:                                        Can I juggle? not a chance                 

117:                                        Am I religious? science                 

118:                                        Do I like space? yes               

119:                                        Do I like the deep ocean? nooooooo                

120:                                        Am I much of a daredevil? yeah, stupidly sometimes ahahaha               

121:                                        Am I allergic to anything? peanuts               

122:                                        Can I curl my tongue?  yeah I can ;)              

123:                                        Can I wiggle my ears?  yeeeeeee              

124:                                        Do I like clowns? I don't hate clowns?               

125:                                        The Beatles or Elvis? the beatles                

126:                                        My current project? wildest dreams                

127:                                        Am I a bad loser? sometimes               

128:                                        Do I admit when I wrong? yes I do                 

129:                                        Forest or beach? forest                

130:                                        Favourite piece of advice? “each day is a gift and not a given right” 

131:                                        Am I a good liar? I am really!!! shit at lying. I twitch and stutter, its not pretty.                

132:                                        Hogwarts house / Divergent faction / Hunger Games district? Hogwarts house- Slytherin                

133:                                        Do I talk to myself? sometimes                 

134:                                        Am I very social? I can be                 

135:                                        Do I like gossip? its like asking if I like to breath                

136:                                        Do I keep a journal/diary? nahhhhh               

137:                                        Have I ever hopelessly failed a test? I failed a few tests                 

138:                                        Do I believe in second chances? yeah                

139:                                        If I found a wallet full of cash on the ground, what would I do? find the ID and return it                

140:                                        Do I believe people are capable of change? no                

141:                                        Have I ever been underweight? nahhhhhh               

142:                                        Am I ticklish? yes, very...its embarrassing                 

143:                                        Have I ever been in a submarine? I have but it wasn't going under water lol                

144:                                        Have I ever been on a plane? indeed I have                

145:                                        In a film about my life, who would I cast as myself, friends and family? rebel Wilson to be me, Melissa McCarthy to be my mum lol                

146:                                        Have I ever been overweight? yeah still am a thic bit ahaha               

147:                                        Do I have any piercings? yes I have 10                

148:                                        Which fictional character do I wish was real? Tsukki or Kuroo maybe even Yamaguchi for best friend material or Tanaka for banta                 

149:                                        Do I have any tattoos? yes I have 4                

150:                                        What is the best decision I have made in life so far? to break up with my ex lmao                

151:                                        Do I believe in Karma? 100%              

152:                                        Do I wear glasses or contacts? no I have perfect vision                 

153:                                        What was my first car? n/a                

154:                                        Do I want children? if I didn't then I would be pretty fucked now ahaha                

155:                                        Who is the most intelligent person I know? I did have a friend called Aaron and he was very very very very smart                 

156:                                        My most embarrassing memory? I don't get embarrassed                

157:                                        What makes me nostalgic? the smell of clay                

158:                                        Have I ever pulled an all-nighter? yes many times                 

159:                                        Which do I value more in others, brains or beauty? brains                

160:                                        What colour mostly dominates my wardrobe? black lmao!!                

161:                                        Have I ever had a paranormal experience? yeah loads lol                 

162:                                        What do I hate most about myself? my weight                 

163:                                        What do I love most about myself? ugh.... my humour lol                 

164:                                        Do I like adventure? hell yeah!               

165:                                        Do I believe in fate? yes I do               

166:                                        Favourite animal? …. wasn't this already asked? well in case you forgot! leopard                 

167:                                        Have I ever been on radio? nope                

168:                                        Have I ever been on TV? yes I have hehehehe               

169:                                        How old am I? 25                

170:                                        One of my favourite quotes? because we don't have wings we look for ways to fly                 

171:                                        Do I hold grudges? a few                

172:                                        Do I trust easily?  no I really don't               

173:                                        Have I learnt from my mistakes? yeah, its important to always learn from your mistakes               

174:                                        Best gift I’ve ever received? a child               

175:                                        Do I dream? I dream big fam                 

176:                                        Have I ever had a night terror? yeah and its fucking horrible and wouldn't wish it upon anyone!!               

177:                                        Do I remember my dreams, and what is one that comes to mind? I do remember most of my dreams. one that comes to mind was a very very smutty one between a haikyuu pairing but I wont say it because ill be adding it to wildest dreams hehehehehe               

178:                                        An experience that has made me stronger? a break up from a long term relationship has made me grow as a person                 

179:                                        If I were immortal, what would I do? try and become what ive always wanted to                 

180:                                        Do I like shopping? I love shopping but only if I know what im going for or if I have money to spend                

181:                                        If I could get away with a crime, what would I choose to do? murder                

182:                                        What does “family” mean to me? it means home                 

183:                                        What is my spirit animal? a leopard or a bunny lol                 

184:                                        How do I want to be remembered? I want to be remembered for having a sense of humour and for being very accepting                

185:                                        If I could master one skill, what would I choose? dancing                

186:                                        What is my greatest failure? not passing some gcse’s

187:                                        What is my greatest achievement? becoming a mum               

188:                                        Love or money? love                

189:                                        Love or career? career               

190:                                        If I could time travel, where and when would I want to go? to the future about 5 years                

191:                                        What makes me the happiest? when my son is laughing and when I talk to the people I love                 

192:                                        What is “home” to me? home is where the heart is                

193:                                        What motivates me? ive had to be my own motivator most of my life                 

194:                                        If I could choose my last words, what would they be? just lost the game               

195:                                        Would I ever want to encounter aliens? yeah but the seem to only kid nap dumb arses                 

196:                                        A movie that scared me as a child? robo cop lmao                 

197:                                        Something I hated as a child that I like now? toad in the hole               

198:                                        Zombies or vampires? vampires                

199:                                        Live in the city or suburbs? city                 

200:                                        Dragons or wizards? dragons                

201:                                        A nightmare that has stayed with me? dunno               

202:                                        How do I define love? it cant be defined by another person, each person has to figure out there own type of love and for what reason and if it matters to them then no one else can judge                

203:                                        Do I judge a book by its cover? hell no I don't! I love people for who they are as a person not there appearance                

204:                                        Have I ever had my heart broken? yes of course                 

205:                                        Do I like my handwriting? nahhhh my hand writing is horrible                 

206:                                        Sweet or savoury? savoury                

207:                                        Worst job I’ve had? caravan park... cleaning them ><               

208:                                        Do I collect anything? anime stuff!!! :D               

209:                                        Item of clothing or jewellery you’ll never see me without? shoes lmao!               

210:                                        What is on my bucket list? to move to Japan, to learn Japanese, to become an author, to learn an instrument.... the list goes on                 

211:                                        How do I handle anger? not very well ahahahaha               

212:                                        Was I named after anyone? no I wasn't                 

213:                                        Do I use sarcasm a lot? pfffft me? would I ever? of course not! *looks to the corner*                

214:                                        What TV character am I most like? ermmmmmmmmmmmm I would say a mix between Rosa from Brooklyn nine nine and Michael McIntyre                

215:                                        What is the weirdest talent I have? erm… I can twitch my nose and move my ears at the same time without touching them               

216:                                        Favourite fictional character? Tsukki 

[creativitymouth]

The World Forgetting By The World Forgotten Part.12

A/N - this is a dark one guys so please read slowly. There’s some details that make sense if you’ve read every part and remember it. Also, I love ya’ll. 

Summary: I’m not sentimental. This skin and bones is a rental. And no one makes it out alive. 

Trigger Warnings: Swears, Sexual Assault Mentions, Gore, FEELS. 

Dedicated to @davejr123

Chapter 12

The Final Battle

Richie had spent the last week at your house, but you relieved him of his duties for the day. You parents had come home some point in the week and asked you and Richie if you were dating. Neither of you responded choosing instead to blush and look away. You smiled at the thought. The week had consisted of Richie playing the caretaker roll. Slowly getting you to eat, sleep, and laugh more. Every action genuine. You weren’t perfect and still had breakdowns, but he was teaching you how to cope with the thoughts for yourself. Reminding you that life was a battle worth fighting. You continued to smile lightly as you munched on your butter toast. Richie and you weren’t just friends, cuddling together every night and waking up to breakfast each morning but neither of you had said anything about the sudden development either. Beverly had come over twice, and though she and Richie still weren’t on the greatest of terms you were happy they were trying for you. You looked at the clock it had been about 4 hours since Tozier left to the arcade and you were proud of yourself for doing so well alone. Pulling you out of your thoughts was the loud banging on your front door, your eyebrows rose as you placed you’re your toast. You marched over to the door, swinging it open.

��Richard, I told you I’m fine on my own,” you stopped when you noticed it was Bill at your door looking out of breath and terrified. “Bill?”

“It took Bev.” He said looking at you. “He has Beverly.”

“You’re a fucking liar.” You said your eyes wide, knowing at once what he was referring too. For a moment he looked taken aback at your sudden outburst before quickly recovering. “I saw her yesterday.” Bill looked at you sadly as you continued to shake your head in disbelief. His lips never quirked up and Beverly never ran towards you yelling fooled yah. This was very real.  “Fuck, Fuck!” You ran past him and to your old bike. Pennywise had messed with your head, messed with integrity, and now your best friend. This was it, you were done. Your eyes welled with tears at the thought that you weren’t going to get to Richie fast enough.

“Where are you going?!” Bill yelled in panic at your retreating bike.

“To get Richie! We’ll meet at Neibolt!” You biked faster than you could have imagined, reaching the arcade in 10 minutes. You ran inside huffing for breath as your eyes scanned for Richie.

“Look at that sweet ass. Missed me already babe?” You heard from next to you and spun around to face the smiling Trashmouth. His toothy grin disappeared when he saw the tears on your cheek. “Are you okay? Do you need me to come home?” He took his hand from the game controller and walked briskly closer to you.

“IT got Beverly.”

“What?” His voice cracked, and you knew he only pretended not to know what you meant. “What are you talking about?”

“IT, Richie.” You said, considering his eyes. “IT got Beverly.” Fear was burning in those wide eyes. Fear was what this was all about. “I know you don’t want to go back to that house Rich. I understand, we all saw our worst nightmares in that hell hole.” His mind flashed to your lifeless body and he winced. “But this is my best friend, my entire world right here.” You spoke rapidly. “And I need you. I need you Richard Tozier. I can’t do this alone.”

Your friends were climbing down the well with a rickety old rope. It had taken some persuasion to get Stan back inside but once he saw you he had sighed and agreed. You weren’t completely okay yet, and didn’t know if you’d ever be but you knew losing Bev would take that 50/50 chance and make it 0/0.

“I’ll be right behind you.” You said to Richie who stopped before climbing down the rope to look at you.

“I’d rather be behind you, the view would be nicer.” He smirked as a mischievous smile danced behind his eyes.

“Oh, go idiot.” You smiled, and he smiled back. You watched him as he climbed down the well unable to stop yourself from wondering what a life with him would be like. “You ready for this Mike?” You looked at him with a wary expression.

“If I had known becoming your friend would have meant I would battling a killer clown before applying to college I wouldn’t have done it.” You laughed turning to the rope and placing your hand on it.

“I’m not a huge fan of this rope.” You began when a thump echoed behind you. Before you could turn around there was a hand on the back of your neck pulling you back.

“Good because you won’t be using it.”  Your blood ran cold as you processed the feel of the hand on your skin, and the sound of the voice. Henry Bowers. He was down here, he was touching you, and he had thwarted your escape. He turned, you to face him and your eyes frantically scanned the room. When you saw Mike lying unconscious with shallow breaths, you screamed.  

“Michael!”

“(Y/N)!” Eddie called up to you. “What’s wrong?”

“Bowers.” You said softly but the boys still heard it through the echo. His eyes were feral and decided and you knew he was capable of all things evil. You entertained the idea of what Henry would have been like if he wasn’t raised in Derry. Would he have still have become a psychotic murderous 20 year old, or would he have had a happy successful life.

“Fuck, I knew I should have stayed up there.” Richie’s voice followed. Mike stirred, and you sighed a breath of relief, until Henry turned you around in his grasp so that your back was pressed so far over the well you were afraid you might fall. The boys argued quietly before pulling the rope down so that Bowers couldn’t reach them.

“(Y/N)!”

“I move one finger and you’re dead meat.”

“Leave her alone!” Stan screamed out, but you couldn’t help but chuckle. That was so going to save your life. In Henry's distraction you were able to take the advantage and push him back roughly. He stumbled for a second before dropping to the ground on his back, you ran from him to Mike who was beginning to get up.

“(Y/N)?!”

“Mike’s okay!”

“Not for long.” Henry growled as he inched towards the both of you. You looked next to Mike and grabbed the gun he used to slaughter animals at the farm. Henry’s attention was focused on Mike, so you were able to go unnoticed. “You didn’t listen to me when I told ya did ya?” Henry laughed looking at Mike like he was a caged animal. “You should have stayed out of Derry. Your parents didn’t and look what happened to them. I still get sad every time I pass that pile of ashes, sad that I couldn’t have done it myself.”

“Fuck you.” Michael growled and if it weren’t for the pressing moment you would have gasped at is choice of language.

“(Y/N)! Babe!” Richie yelled, it had been quiet for too long. Though Richie’s choice of words had just slipped out it had successfully switched Henry’s attention from Michael to you.  

“Fucking the blind kid now?” He snarled. “How many times do I have to remind you that you’re mine?” He was menacingly close to you now, and you felt as though you could feel his breath on your skin. You knew Henry’s intention was to scare you, but he only succeeded in making you angry.  “Do I need to kill your friend to make an example?” Henry was quick as he lifted Michael, but you were quicker. You’d grabbed an old piece of plywood and swung hitting Henry in the head and causing him to drop Michael back down on the ground.

“(Y/N)?” Michael whispered as he watched you panting heavily. Henry was dazed only for a moment before he looked back towards you holding where his head was now splintered.

“I always liked it when you fought back.” Bowers was laughing as if your small hit had done nothing to his ego. Your blood boiled as images of your lost innocence presented itself inside your mind. “Do you want me (Y/N)?” He knew what he was doing, playing on your vulnerabilities as he brought up the sensitive memories. He expected you to crumble and give him the upper hand. What he didn’t expect was the blood curdling scream you let loose as you charged at him with the plank in your hand. You had never considered yourself a violent person, having always cringed when punches were thrown. Sure, you had struck a couple of men where it hurts before but never with the intention to kill. But in that moment, all your old values went out the window. You were swinging at Henry Bowers with a determination in your heart for vengeance, you couldn’t even hear Michael calling you from behind. You had continued to miss Henry blinded by anger until he stumbled back behind him.

“I’m not yours!” You screamed hitting him in the head with the plank as he laid on the ground. “I don’t belong to anyone!” You were tired of being objectified, tired of the nightmares you had were he hovered over you. Each word you spoke was followed by a hit of the plank. “My body is mine and no one else’s!” You hadn’t noticed that Henry Bowers had stopped breathing. His head done in so much by your blinded rage. The world continued to show itself to you in shades of red until Mike’s arms came around you and pulled you away,

“It’s over! (Y/N), It’s Over, He’s dead!” The plank fell from your hands as you dropped back into Michael sobbing. You had killed a man, and only wished that you could blame Pennywise for your violence. Mike tried to silence your sobs with comfort though he was relieved Bowers had met his end.

“Guys?” One of the losers called up, though they all had a clever idea of what just happened.

“We’re coming!” Mike yelled back, hugging you tightly once more. “You did good kiddo.” The rope was thrown backup and Mike caught it. “Go first.” You nodded your hands sweating as your grabbed on and climbed down. Hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you in to safety. You thought it was Richie and turned too quickly only to be confronted by Ben. You were too close to his face and a red blush spread across your cheeks.

“Oh!” You said backing up an inch. “Sorry.” The losers looked on with confusion though Eddie seemed to be aware of the mistake you had made.

“Hands off, hands off.” Richie joked as he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him. No one talked about the murder of Henry Bowers and you were grateful. That was an extra thing you didn’t want on your conscious. Mike looked behind him and gave Henry’s body a firm kick just to make sure he was dead. He swung down a moment later and Bill and Ben helped him steady his feet. You all glanced at each other.

“Let’s go get my best friend.” You said, and the others nodded walking behind Bill into the trenches of the well. “I’m going to punch Beverly when I see her.” You said to Richie quietly, your hand in his. He rose his eyebrows. “She isn’t allowed to be kidnapped, it’s in the best friend code of conduct.” You felt the vibrations from his chuckles and though the timing was impeccably distorted you smiled.

“Come on, guys, where’s Stan?” Ben asked. You all stopped walking flashlights swinging in the darkness. Stan had been walking with Mike just a moment ago, hadn’t he? You glanced at Bill who was already looking in the direction you had just come from.

“Stanley!” You screamed out.

“Stan!”

“Oh shit, gray water.” Eddie mumbled near you, though he was looking as well.

“Stan?” You all looked around through different tunnels and passageways, but you couldn’t find him. It was as if Stanley just disappeared, or worse, something had taken him.

“Wow.” Richie rolled his eyes in response to Eddie’s comment about the gray water. “Stanley!”

You hit Bill twice in the shoulder causing him to flinch, you pointed at a dark door.

“Look.”

“Here we go. Quiet.” Mike instructed as he began to push the door open.

“Stan?” You whisper yelled taking a step in, but Richie grabbed you back. You twisted to look at him with pointed eyes. Now wasn’t the time to be over protective. You had to get to Stan and then to Beverly. It felt like there was a clock ticking over hear, telling you that you didn’t have enough to save everyone. Someone wasn’t going to make it.

“Your flashlight.” He said pointing to your hand taking in your upset expression. He wanted you to take a cautious step and not just strut into danger. You nodded pointing it into the darkness. You jumped when you saw a figure leaned over eating something. “What the fuck is that thing?”

“Oh shit!” You yelled when you noticed Stanley. The figure sat up and hissed before backing away.

“Fuck!” Someone else yelled but you had already moved away. There was a string of more curses behind you as you ran over to Stanley. You helped him sit up, his face covered in blood. The squashed face of a woman flickered and changed into Pennywise who hissed at the lot of you.

“No!” Stan swatted at you, but you ignored his protest hugging him to you.

“It’s okay.” You hushed him, though you knew it wasn’t. He was dripping blood as he shook. The rest of the losers crowded you patting Stan.

“You left me,” Stan cried, “You aren’t my friends.”

“No Stan –“ He twisted away from you as he continued to sob.

“You made me go, you made me go!” He was looking at Bill now, screaming. You hadn’t noticed prior how all of this was taking a toll on Stanley but now you saw it. As vivid as you saw your own horrid thoughts, this Pennywise mess was cracking him. From the inside out.

“I’m sorry.” Bill whispered.

“You made me go to Neibolt.” He was crying harder now but his head was on your shoulder. You resisted the urge to shudder at the blood dripping onto your shirt. “This is your fault.”

“We would never let anything happen to you.” Richie spoke up walking closer to the Stan huddled in your arms. “We’re here. You know I wouldn’t do that.” Stan looked up with unsure eyes. “You think (Y/N) would have let any of us let it down if something happened to you?”

“My foot would be shoved up their asses for the rest of their miserable lives.” You joked, and Stanley nodded. “Come on.” Your hand was stuck out towards yours and he took it gently standing back up with you as the group continued the journey to save your best friends life. The silence was thick and long, the only sound the rapid breathing of the terrified group you walked with.  “Guys.” You mumbled.  Everyone stopped to look at you. “Bill.” You heard loud splashing footsteps but couldn’t place where they had gone. You wanted to roll your eyes but knew it was nothing more than the tricks of Pennywise that kept splitting you up. Well that, and Bills heroism so like yours.

“Bill!” Mike yelled.

“Why the fuck do we keep getting separated?” Richie asked you.

“Like Bev said, Pennywise knows we’re stronger together.”

“Bill!” Your footsteps quickened as you trailed after where you assumed Bill had gone. The nerves were coursing through your veins like fire, this was all Bills idea, yet he had left you down there to run off.

“Bill?”  Eddie muttered one more time until he fell over into the water. The group stopped to turn around, Richie was the first one to run over to him.

“Come on, get out of there Ed,” Richie spoke gently, he could see that his best friend was shaking with nerves as he took his aspirator. “That’s gray water.” You wanted to smile at the comment. It had been 2 months ago now that you’d all first traveled down into the sewers.

“W-wait, where’s my fucking flashlight?” He said as he stood, slightly leaning back down. A head peaked out around the corner you had just come from, smiling at the vulnerability Eddie was giving off.

“Eddie!” You screamed, Richie looked up seeing Pennywise and grabbed Eddie away from searching for his flashlight any longer.

“Let’s get the fuck outta here, come on. I can’t lose you.” The boys walked up to the rest of the group and the adventure carried on. Richie was watching you as you held onto Stan. He was nervous about the set determination in your eyes, this was it for you. You didn’t want to have to deal with Pennywise anymore. That’s what scared Richie the most. Sure, you both had come so far in the last week, having an unspoken mutual love for each other. At least, that’s how Richie saw it. That didn’t ease his fear about your hero complex anymore. He shook his head as you screamed out for Bill turning into the last corridor. He wanted to see you graduate high school, go to college, leave your parents far behind. He wanted to see you with him, in a relationship. Like the one you had now but where he could voice his love for you and keep you safe without coming off as pushy.

“Bev?” Your panicked voice snapped him out of his trance as you ran over to your floating best friend. “Beverly!” You screamed when you made your way under her. You jumped in the air repeatedly and Mike tried to help you, but she was just too far from your reach.

“Oh shit.” Richie commented, and your panicked eyes flickered to him.

“Bev.” You whispered a new fear in your belly as your breathing quickened.

“How is she in the air?” Stan was asking the important questions, but you couldn’t seem to focus on the how she got there, only the how to get her down.

“Guys,” Mike’s voice called your attention and you looked away from Bev for a moment to follow his eyes. “are those the missing kids?”

“Floating.” Eddie sounded so genuinely horrified, but a flicker of hope coursed through you. Bev wasn’t as high up as those other kids. Your girl wasn’t petrified.

“Just let me grab her.” You gestured to Mike and he bent over so that you could climb up his shoulders. It wasn’t an effortless process, but you managed to grab her by her ankles. “Fuck.” You were hanging in the air off Beverly’s body. “I’m slipping.” Ben’s hand reached up and started pulling you down with Beverly. When you reached the floor you sighed, but her eyes were blank. “Bevy?” Her pupils were pure white, her head still tilted upwards looking towards the top of the floating kids. “Beverly fucking Marsh.”

“Why isn’t she waking up?” Ben asked from behind you as he paced back and forth. You could feel his nerves as he loved the girl as much as you did though it was a different kind of love.

“What’s wrong with her?”

“Beverly, come on.”

“Is she going to wake back up?”

“What if he fed on her already?”

The Boys were firing questions at you as you stared at your blank best friend. You shook your head, your eyes growing glassy. You would have felt it if your best friend left this earth. You would know.

“Shut up!” You screamed causing the boys behind you to fall silent. “Beverly Marsh. If you die on me, I’ll hate you. I will hate you forever.” You cried as you grabbed her by the cheeks and looked straight into her blank eyes. “We met in the 8th grade, Greta Bowers was trying to harass you. I saved your ass with my quick thinking and then my even quicker running.” You chuckled at the memory. “Then we went to go see a reshowing of the breakfast club and I called you Molly Ringwald for 3 weeks after that.”

“What is she – “

“Shut up.”

“You hated that name and started calling me (N/N). When you started smoking cigarettes I would always smack them out your hand but when you got taller than me I would have to jump to reach it.” You took a deep breath of determination. “Point is Marsh, you’re my best friend. My best friend with her own keys to my house and a bedroom. My best friend in the world and I love you.” You kissed her cheek gently causing Beverly to gasp. “Bev!” The tears in your eyes spilled over as life filled hers.

“(Y/N)?”

“Oh you fuck mother fucker I could kill you dead right now, I am so mad at you how dare you.” You rambled on as you squished her to you in a tight hug.

“I see you picked up Richie’s vocabulary.”  She hugged you back. You smiled with watery eyes happy that your best friend was talking.

“Ben.” You mumbled, and she pulled back to peer at you. “January Embers.” Her expression morphed but she moved away from you and instead took 3 steps to Benjamin before crashing her lips onto his. Near death experiences seemed to make her romantic.

“Woah.” Richie’s eyes widened. “Damn.”

“January Embers.” She whispered as she pulled back from a stunned Ben.

“My heart burns there too.” He said a small smile on his lips as he gazed into Beverly’s eyes.

“Not to ruin the mood,” Stan said as his eyes surveyed the sewer “But where’s Bill?” Your heads all snapped to where Bill was standing a few feet away, a small Georgie in front of him. There was a collective group of gasps. Georgie was alive?

No. You thought. It’s IT.

You all walked over to where Bill was, his face in a tight-lipped line as he gazed at Pennywise who was trying to play tricks with his weak mind.  

“I couldn’t keep up with It.” Georgie said as he cried. He had one arm as the other was just a space where Pennywise must have taken a bite out of his prepubescent body.

“She, Georgie.” Bills voice cracked as he spoke inching towards Georgie. Your brain told you to move to him, but your feet were sown to the spot. “They call boats, She.”

“Take me home, Billy.” You could see it in Bills face that he wanted to reach out and scoop Georgie up. “I want to go home. I miss you, I want to be with mom and dad.” You noticed the gun that Mike carried was now behind Bills back, you couldn’t remember when he’d gotten it.

“I want more than anything for you to be home with mom and dad.” Bill sucked in a breath as he faced the illusion. “I miss you so much.”

“I love you, Billy.”

“I love you too, but you’re not Georgie.” Bill pulled the gun out from behind his back and pulled the trigger. Your eyes widened as you stared at Bills trembling hand.

“Holy shit.” Richie gasped from behind you. Georgie’s body collapsed on the ground and all was quiet. For a second you were afraid that Bill had killed the actual Georgie and that you all assumed too quickly but when the body started to convulse you were reassured. A small arm was growing out the wound and you stopped yourself from gagging. Georgie was returning to his true form, Pennywise. And as the body began to grow and the bones expanded you all took a step back in horror.

“Kill him now, Billy!” You screamed. “Kill him!” Pennywise was looming in front of your fearless leader, his expression convey annoyance and a deep seeded hunger for your leader. Fear flowed in your veins.

“Shit!” Richie yelled and your friends all followed with chants to kill the clown.

“It’s not loaded!” Mike yelled over your insistence for Bill to kill Pennywise. “The gun isn’t loaded.” No one seemed to be able to hear Michael causing him to grow nervous.

“Do it, Bill! Kill him!”

“Hey, it’s not loaded!” Mike tried again but it was too late. Bill had shot an empty gun at Pennywise who smirked in victory. Richie swore from behind you. You and Beverly standing in the front of the group.

“Bill, watch out!” Bill dodged Pennywise’s attempt to grab at him. “Leave him alone!” Beverly yelled she inched toward Pennywise no longer having any fear but your hand reaching out for her arm stopped her.

“Bev, don’t!” She stopped. Your group was scattering, someone yelling someone’s name every few seconds. You could almost taste the collective fear. The world stopped when Pennywise successfully grabbed Bill and yanked him to his chest.

“No, don’t let him go!” Beverly’s voice was desperate as you all stopped moving to peer at Pennywise.

“Let him go!” You yelled yourself, the group inching back together to face Pennywise and Billy.

“No.” Pennywise hissed looking at you. “I’ll take him. I’ll take all of you and I’ll feed on your flesh as I feed on your fear.” Eddie gasped. “Or, you’ll just leave us be I’m taking him, only him. And then I’ll have my long rest and you will all live to grow old and lead happy lives until old age takes you back to the weeds.” There was a collective pause as you all glanced at each other. Was pennywise, bargaining? As you formulated your own plan in your head, you missed the wheels turning in Richie’s as well.

“Leave,” Bill said his voice defeated, “I’m the one who dragged you all into this.” His gaze landed on Stan as he remembered what he said to him earlier, “I’m s-s-s, I’m s-s-sorry. S-s-s-sorry.”  No one moved as your eyes stayed on Bill, your fearless leader. Ready to make the ultimate sacrifice. Richie had always told you that you had a suicidal hero complex, today you were going to prove him right. “Go!”

“Guys we can’t.” Beverly whispered desperately. Pennywise’s jaw opened and you saw your opportunity. You loved your family, they had welcomed you into their ragtag group when you were just in 2nd grade. They loved you just as much and you knew that you couldn’t live without any of them. They were all stronger than you, they could take losing someone better than you could. They would heal, you would never get over it. Feeling responsible for the death of your friend. So, you ran over to Bill ripping him from the clown’s death grip and flinging him to the side, you had moved so fast that no one had gotten a chance to scream your name. Not until the clown’s jaw clamped down onto your neck ripping out the flesh. You fell soundlessly to the ground, your head colliding with the pavement.  

“(Y/N)!” You couldn’t place the multiple voices that yelled out above you as you watched Bill inching from you in horror. His eyes were glassy for less than a second before anger replaced the expression. You had saved him and that was all that matters. It was surprisingly cold to you for the middle of the summer and your jumbled brain was wishing you had worn a sweater. You saw Richie above you a bat held over his head as he brought it down roughly on the clown. He looked so mad, his expression twisted. It sounded as if your friends were warriors yelling out their battle cries in your honor. You wished you could chuckle, oh how you loved your losers. Did death always take this long? Your head lolled to the side as your breathing slowed. You hummed lightly seeing the images of you friends flicker by above you. You had had a wonderful 9 years with them, your sacrifice was worth it. They would be okay. They had each other and with the love they all had they would put themselves back together again. You hear a scream and you know that it’s Bev. Was she screaming for you, or was she screaming out her pain?  

It’s okay Bevy, it’ll be okay. You think the words falling quiet. You wonder what’s taking so long for your eyes to shut and your heart to give out. Suddenly the group was crowding your bleeding figure. Richie had you in his arms though you couldn’t feel them.

“I fucking knew it, I fucking knew you would do this.” He sobbed as your head eyes struggled to still be open. “You and that dumb superhero complex.”

“P-penny.” You wheezed.

“He got away.” Mike answered you. Your eyesight wasn’t clear enough to see the tormented expressions on each of their faces. You were going to die down here in these sewers.

“We need to get her to a hospital.” Eddie said frantically pulling at Richie’s arm. “Come on you fuck, move it, move it, move it.” Richie shoved him away and Eddie fell onto his ass crying.

“Saved Bill.” Your eyes were closed. “Happy.”

“I was going to save Bill you idiot.” Richie was torn, he couldn’t believe this was happening to him. To any of them. Sure, it had been his biggest fear, but he had never thought he’d have to face it so soon. “I was going to beat pennywise with a bat after a dramatic speech.”

“Mmph.” You responded resting your head on Richie’s chest. “Sorry, didn’t think through.”

“Hey!” Beverly yelled at you. You didn’t re-open your eyes, but she could tell you were trying to listen. “If you die on me I’ll hate you forever (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” She crawled to your side putting her hands on your neck. “We have to stop the bleeding, we have to – we need to –“

“Tired.” You said as your eyes flickered open. Richie knew this was going to be your final goodbye he could see it in your face. Your calculating.

“Don’t say goodbye.” He warned clenching his teeth. “Don’t fucking do it. You’re fine.”

“Richie, I love y-“ You couldn’t get it out, the cold was too welcoming. The silence too filling so you fell to it. A small smile on your lips.

“(Y/N).” Richie shook your lifeless body. “(Y/N), open your fucking eyes this isn’t funny!” The losers all sobbed as Richie put you on the ground trying to revive you. He had his lips pressed to yours as he administered failed CPR. “(Y/N).” He sobbed, his head to your cold on. Your skin was clammy and soaked in your own blood. “I love you (Y/N), I love you.” His body rocked with emotion. “Please don’t leave me here alone.” Richie couldn’t understand that you weren’t coming back. He was telling himself this was a nightmare and when he woke you’d be in his arms. Just another one of Pennywise’s tricks. Beverly’s body had closed in on itself as she grabbed at her hair. She was crying just as hard as Richie if not more.

All the Losers felt ruined, responsible even. Richie had warned them about your superhero complex. He had even fought with Bill on it, but still he had asked you to fight with him for a brother her secretly knew was gone. Everyone was crying over your dead body, minds whirling. Fucking Pennywise. Eddie was rummaging in his Fanny-Pack as though something he found was going to help you. They stayed like that for what felt like 30 minutes, the bodies above them falling to the ground. Death surrounded the losers. Even Benjamin was crying, he hadn’t known you as well, but you had shown him the most kindness out of anyone he could have ever met.

“H-her parents.” Mike hiccupped. “Who’s going to tell her parents?”

“I will.” Bev muttered. “I’ll tell them she died like a fucking hero.”

AUTHOR NOTE - OKAY WAIT DON’T RIOT LEMME EXPLAIN!!!!! It makes sense to the story, she always had a “suicidal hero complex.” and I didn’t want to put it in there for no reason. Pieces have to fit together you know? Plus there’s an alternate ending coming soon. Probably Tmmr. 

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California Bliss- Elmax

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This is the first chapter of my Elmax fic! I’m excited!

Warnings: swearing

Words: 1,752 (longest writing yet, I think!)

Jane Hopper didn't exactly know much about the world, but she memorized Hawkins, Indiana like the back of her hand. She knew everything there was to know about that place. She was smart and she was careful. She followed the rules, knowing there was no reason to break them. Max Mayfield broke that safe bubble she lived in. Max Mayfield was a force of nature, and she was simultaneously terrified and so intrigued. When Max invited the whole party on a trip back to California, Jane barely knew what to say. She couldn’t leave Hawkins, they all knew that. But Max had the ability to make her a rebel, make her do things she didn’t understand. So she said yes. At 9:00 am the next them they all they all piled into two cars, Dustin, Lucas, and Steve into Steve’s car (Max’s dad had wanted to meet this ‘Steve’ Max kept talking about,) and Mike, Will, Jane, and Max into Max’s car. Mike and Will were asleep by hour one, leaving Max and Jane to talk.

“I’m glad you decide to come, Jane," Max said after a few minutes of silence. her hair was tied up into a long ponytail and Jane was admiring how the sun made it look like it was on fire.

"y-yeah. I wouldn't miss it for the world," Jane replied, really meaning what she said. like she said, Max made her feel and do things she never would’ve thought about doing. “What’s California like? I’ve only seen it on a map.I’ve only been out of Hawkins once, actually.”

“Well, California is pretty cool. The people there are a lot different. More accepting, not stuck in the past. There’s not really any winter there; it’s always hot. Um... we can go swimming. Or go to the beach.”

“That’d be nice. Everyone? Or you and me?”

“I was thinking more you and me, honestly. I want to get to know you better.”

Jane nodded. “I would enjoy that.” With that they sat in silence, driving for hours and listening to the radio. Jane would occasionally point out something out the window, and Max would look and laugh. They had mindless conversations, filled with unintentional flirting.

Mike and Will woke up about 3 hours in when they stopped for lunch. The lunch break was quick, the seven of them getting out of their cars and eating premade lunches from Joyce, Ms. Henderson, Mrs. Wheeler, and Mrs. Sinclair.

When they were done they got back in the cars and were back on the road. Since everyone in Max’s car was awake, they played typical road trip games, like bingo and I Spy. They exchanged stories and they were laughing the whole time. When it was dark out, they all met up again at a motel.

“Okay, shitheads, listen up,” Steve ordered. “I’ve booked four rooms and here are your sleeping arrangements: Max and Jane, obviously, Will and Mike, who will have to share a queen sized bed, Lucas and Dustin, and moi, who gets a king sized bed to himself. We leave at 9:00 tomorrow after breakfast. Go get your room keys. We should all be on the same floor.”

They all ran to the desk, grabbing keys at random. Looking at the room numbers, they split up and went upstairs. Once Max opened the door to the room, she swore. “Jane, I think we have Mike and Will’s key. There’s only one bed....”

“I can go switch the keys?” Jane suggested.

“Y-yes. Go do that. Please.”

Jane left the room and found Mike and Will after only a few minutes. Thankfully, Steve had successfully booked all the rooms on one floor. “We have your key because Max is an idiot. Care to exchange them?” She asked.

“Yeah. I’d rather share a bed with Will than be stuck in two different beds.” Mike said, winking at Will who turned bright red.

“Disgusting! Just get Max over here and go to your correct room,” Jane said, oddly flustered. She sat one of the beds and waited anxiously for Max and their bags.

Max walked in and threw Jane’s bag on her bed. “‘Night, Jane,” she said quietly, before getting into bed. Jane grabbed her bag and changed into her pajamas, getting into bed. “Goodnight, Max.”

Jane could not sleep. She knew what this feeling was but she didn’t understand. It was love, and she only knew it because that’s what Mike had described his feelings for Will as. They were the same as this. Only, Jane didn’t understand how she felt this for another girl. She knew it was okay for boys to like other boys, but no one said that girls could like other girls. She was scared, to say the least. She couldn’t fall asleep on her own, she needed to be close to someone. “Max?” She asked softly.

“Yeah?” Came the reply from the other side of the room. Max couldn’t sleep either.

“Can I uh... get into bed with you? I can’t sleep.”

“Sure.”

So Jane walked over to Max’s bed and crawled in beside her. They fell asleep quite quickly after that, limbs entangled. Needless to say, they were both restless sleepers.

At 8:00 am, Dustin came to wake the girls up. He noticed them both asleep in the same bed but didn’t assume more. “Um... Jane, Max, it’s time for breakfast. We go back on the road at 9:00.” He said in a loud voice, hoping to wake them up.

Max sat up quickly, doing her best to pry a sleeping Jane off of her. “We’ll be downstairs in 10...” she mumbled quietly before falling back asleep for five more minutes.

After those five minutes, both girls gradually woke up. They untangled themselves best as possible, still ending up with Max having to drag Jane off the bed. (It would’ve been carry, but Jane has a good 3 inches on Max.)

“We have like, five minutes to be packed and downstairs for breakfast. Now, I know that sounds shitty but they have waffles so it’s all good,” Max said, internally bracing herself for Jane’s dramatic groan.

Jane lived up to Max’s expectation and groaned, but got ready nonetheless. Max locked herself in the bathroom, throwing on a T-shirt and some shorts, not bothering to do anything with her hair.

Jane had on a nice white blouse and jean shorts, and of course, her black bandana from Kali that she always wore was around her wrist. Her silky loose brown curls were cascading down to to the middle part of her back, her bangs pushed back elegantly with a headband. How Jane looked effortlessly beautiful all the time, Max had no idea. Jane telekinetically tossed Max her suitcase, quickly wiping the drop of blood from her nose with the bandana before it fell on her white blouse. They walked downstairs together, spotting the party sitting at a table. Unsurprisingly, Mike, Will, Dustin, and Lucas were all wearing pajama pants and t-shirts, and Steve hadn’t put much more effort into his appearance either, with his hair not brushed and only in sweatpants and a t-shirt. Jane and Max shared a giggle, knowing the five of them probably wouldn’t ever get dressed if no one forced them too.

Max grabbed a bagel to eat while Jane took a waffle out of her bag. There was a toaster there that she put the waffle in. Yes- she brought her eggos with her on every trip.

After they finished they split up to their cars and started driving to California. Max, who was, started talking. “So what we could do is drive straight ‘til 5:00 am tomorrow. We can take turns and then by that time we should be at my house. Something around there. I know Jane doesn’t have her drivers license but we probably won’t get arrested if she drives for an hour or two on one of the more empty streets. I think this is what the other guys are doing.”

There was a chorus of “Okay” from everyone. So that was the plan. Drive for a really long time and hope for the best.

The first few hours in the car were completely silent. Jane looked back once to see if Mike and Will were awake and they were not. their seatbelts unbuckled, they were cuddling, completely asleep. Jane laughed, looking back at Max, who's face was bright red.

"Max, you okay?" Jane asked, concerned.

Max turned her head swiftly to look at Jane. “Yes. Why do you ask?” She asked stiffly.

“You’re bright red.”

“Oh am I? Must be the sun. Sunburn.” Max said awkwardly, forcing a chuckle. She turned back to the steering wheel, speeding up a bit.

Jane furrowed her eyebrows but didn’t ask anymore questions.

The rest of their long car ride passed without any issues. They chatted, getting to know each other even more, slept, and drove. When they finally reached Max’s house in California around 5:30 am, Max jumped out of the car, pulling Jane with her. Max knocked on the door excitedly, coming face-to-face with a tall, red headed man who must’ve been Max’s father.

“Daddy!” Max yelled, hugging him tightly. Her father laughed; his laugh sounded a lot like Max’s.

“Hi, Maxie,” he said cheerfully.

He then turned to Jane, saying, “I’m Roger, Max’s father. I’m assuming you’re Jane?”

“Yes, I am.” Jane said. Her voice was laced with drowsiness and Mr.Mayfield immediately noticed.

“Steve, Dustin, and Lucas are already here. They’re in the first guest bedroom. Why don’t you two take Max’s old room and the other two boys can take the second guest room?” Mr.Mayfield offered.

The girls nodded and went to go get Mike and Will and their luggage.

Max’s room was decorated for a 12 year old, still, despite the fact that they were 17. There was a bunk bed, which Max immediately climbed up on.

“I’ll take the top bunk and you’ll take the bottom bunk,” Max asked, although it was more of a statement. Jane nodded, and after changing into pajamas, climbed into bed, immediately falling asleep.

It took Max a little longer to fall asleep, still charged with excitement from seeing her dad again. She mentally planned out everything she would do with the party and made separate lists for what she would do with her dad and Jane. After a few minutes of doing this, Max fell asleep with a smile on her face. Damn, was she looking foreword to this week.

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Miniminter Smut: LA Love

Summary: Could you do an imagine about Y/N and Simon meeting in LA when he's on holiday with the rest of the boys and they just click get chatting and they go out together like to the beach and shopping and stuff and end up kissing and you stay the night (just cuddling not smut if your not comfortable with it lol) and the boys tease in the morning about it but they're happy for you both- idk I thought it would be cute thanks!!💗

Warnings: Pure FILTH, Daddy Kink, swearing.. I think that’s it?

Requested: Yep by a lovely anon (check summary)

Rating: 17+ (smut & swearing)

A/N: Hey, this is my first smut! It is pure filth! I will happily do more if people want it! Please be aware I have never done anything sexual in  my life so this may be complete and utter bollocks so... yeah lol! I’m sorry this took so long as well! Anyways, I hope you enjoy! :) <3 (sorry it’s long). Y/FD = Your Favourite Drink Y/D/J = Your Dream Job Y/B/S = Your Birth Stone (Anymore you don’t understand, hmu)

~Beth <3

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It was your first ever official outing. Well, ever since your “boyfriend” left you last week for that stupid, mysterious girl in the club. You should. No, you need to forget about him. Today was your day! You’ve been invited to go to meet one of your old-school friends for a coffee. So, that’s what you should do! Go for a coffee and enjoy yourself! You sat up and walked to the bathroom to have a shower, in fact, you’ve got plenty of time – checking your phone, why not have a bath?

You ran the bathtub with your favourite scent and at a nice, warm, soothing temperature. You dipped your toe in cautiously - it was perfect. You stepped in, holding onto the sides, making sure you wouldn't slip and laid down on the throne of bubbles.

/-/-/ Time Skip /-/-/

You get out of the bath slowly, and head for the warm towels on the radiator. You wrap it around your body and flip your head, to put another towel on it and form a turban. You walk out of the bathroom to check your phone. Shit, you've only got half an hour to get ready. You walk towards your wardrobe and picked a nice pair of jeans and a small crop top. You quickly put some panties on and the corresponding bra - not even thinking about it. You quickly run to the bathroom and took your hair out of the turban. You grabbed your hair dryer and start blasting your hair making sure it wasn't too wet. You ran back into your room and grabbed a few bits of makeup. No. Let's go all natural for once. You put the makeup back and quickly got changed. You grabbed your phone and your bag and ran out the door and locked up. You quickly unlocked your car and off you drove to the coffee shop.

/-/-/ At the coffee shop /-/-/

You walked in and looked around for your friend. She was nowhere to be seen. "Oh, she must've been held up by something." You sat down at a table, close to a window so you could see if she was coming. You didn't want to look a loner so you made out you were texting someone, but you were just checking Facebook: Tracy has a new boyfriend - it's the third this month! Tony got married last week. There was nothing new.

*Ahem* "excuse me miss, would you like anything to eat or drink? It's just that you've been sat by yourself for the past 10 minutes and if you don't order anything in the next 5 minutes, I'm sorry but you'll have to leave." You looked down, in embarrassment. "I'll have a Y/F/D to go please." The waitress nodded and left.

You went back on your phone when suddenly, you hear two people laughing. You turn around to see your old-school friend and. Shit. Your ex-boyfriend. "Hey Y/N." Your friend. Well, how could you even call her that now? Shouted, waved and came towards you, her hand interlocked with his. The waitress put your drink on the table and you paid for it. "Hey Y/N, didn't you hear me shout?" Your "friend" said. "Um Nope, I've just realised I've got to be somewhere." You murmur. Your "friend" nodded. Your ex-boyfriend turned to you "You know I'm sorry about what happened. I did tell you that I was drunk and it was a mistake." He said.

"Like I said, I've got to go." You felt tears forming in your eyes. You picked up your drink and stood up, you hastily turned around and *BANG* your favourite drink went everywhere other than the cup, all over a tall and lanky stranger. "I'm so sorry." You grabbed a napkin and handed it to the stranger. You looked up to see a gorgeous pair of sapphire eyes and dusty brown hair. "It's okay. Oh shit, why are you crying?" The stranger asked, thoughtfully. "It's fine. How can I make it up to you?" You quickly ask, wiping your eyes and feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. "You don't have to do anything. I'm Simon." Simon smiled.  "I'm Y/N, you don't sound like you're from around here?" You ask. "Um yeah. I'm on holiday with my mates - I'm from the UK." He chuckled. "Do you want to meet my mates?" He asked. You nodded and followed him to a table full of men. "Yo Simon, what ya done to your shirt?" A man with a snapback on said. "Guys this is Y/N." They all nodded towards you. "Y/N this is Tobi, JJ, Harry, Josh, Ethan and Vik." Simon said, pointing to each of them. He pulled up an extra chair for you. You sat down between him and a dirty blond haired boy, Harry you think his name was.

"So, Y/N? What do you do for a living?". The man wearing a snapback - Tobi, asked. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your thigh. You look up and see Simon talk, however, he's smirking throughout the conversation. "Y/N?" You wake from your daydream. "Sorry, I do..." His hand moves more up your thigh, causing you to bite your lip to hold back the moan building up. "I-I do Y/D/J." You respond.

"Y'know if you bite your lip any harder, you're gonna end up bleeding?" Simon whispers into your ear, making you blush.

"Hey, Y/N? You okay? You've turned a bit red?" JJ commented.

"Yeah Y/N? You okay there?" Simon joined in, his hand shifting closer to your heat. Luckily, Harry wasn't paying any attention to what Simon was doing to you. That's it, you had enough! "I've got an idea! Let's go shopping - since we are near Westfield Century City! Then maybe we could go to the beach afterward?" You suggest.

"Actually, Y/N the boys are busy. Aren't you?" You looked at them, they all nodded quickly, far too quickly, oh well you thought. "Right me and Y/N are going shopping, we'll see you later," Simon said, slipping his hand on your lower back. "Do you want to take an uber or something?" He asks quietly.

"It's fine - my car is just parked there." You said, pointing to your car. You unlocked it and you both got inside.

The journey wasn't too long but it still felt forever. Not because of the heat of LA's hot weather, but because of Simon (not to mention, a guy you've only just met)'s hand traveling up and down your thigh, his ring on his pinky brushing your thigh every time.

As you both approached the shopping centre, his hand slowly stopped. You couldn't help but whimper at the loss of contact of his cold hand on your warm thigh. "Did that feel good baby?" He whispered. You nodded. "Well, you'll have to wait till later to have more fun..." He chuckled.

For the next two hours, you both went in and out of shops. Every so often, he would buy you little surprise gifts.

By the end, you'd bought only a few clothes but Simon added to the collection with two necklaces - one with Y/B/S, one with your initial, one small bracelet, and one Pandora ring. He didn't get much: two t-shirts - one black and one white Adidas shirt and black and red shorts to match.

You both were quite tired by the time you'd finished shopping and it was getting into early evening time. You checked your phone: 5:34 pm. "Hey Simon, do you still fancy going to the beach?" You ask him. He nodded. "Only if you still want to?" He said. You both agreed and went back to your car.

When you arrived at the beach, the sun was just setting. Suddenly, you realised you barely even knew Simon; what he does (career wise), where in the UK he was from etc. Essentially, he was a complete and utter stranger to you and the fact that you, YOU chose to hang out with. What the hell were you thinking?! Your thoughts were interrupted by Simon saying "Hey Y/N, I've had a really great time today. I don't really get out much because of my job, but this has been amazing. I know I've not said much about myself..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "But it's because I don't want you to feel like I'm a complete loser..."

"So what exactly do you do for a living what would make me think you're a loser?" You ask. He looked down, awkwardly. "I'm a..." He mumbles. You looked at him confused. "I-I make videos on YouTube." He manages to mumble out, but still embarrassed by it. He glanced over at you, to see your reaction. In return, you smiled "that's really cool! What kind of videos do you do?" You ask. You saw his face lit up at your response. "I do gaming videos with the guys you saw earlier, each of them have their own channels. We all mainly do FIFA videos except Vik, he does Minecraft. We also do a few football videos on occasion but it's really hard to get everyone together. This holiday took six months planning - you see, we all have different schedules. Like Josh and I are usually awake at the same time. Then we record and edit between 6pm-2am. Obviously, we get snacks like between editing but we mainly supply on RedBull and Frubes." He said you looked over to him. "Sounds fun." You smiled. "The boys and I are having a meal at 7 pm, would you like to come with me? We'd obviously need to change and stuff. So just come back to my hotel - the restaurant is literally part of it." He asked. Wait? Why would Simon want me to come back to his place? As if he had read your thoughts, he turned to you: "I'm sorry, that sounded weird, um the reason I want you to come back to mine. I-it's because I bought you this..." He pulls out Y/F/C  dress, with some silver/gold (whichever goes with Y/F/C) heels, both in your size and a silver/gold clutch bag. "Oh Simon, it's beautiful! Thank you!" You exclaimed. His cheeks turned a rosy pink. You got on your tip toes and placed a kiss on his warm, red cheek. "Thank you so much for everything today." You whispered, smiling in his ear.

You both arrived at the hotel. It was quite a fancy hotel, to say the least. Polished granite floors, chandeliers. It was like something from a movie. You were quite surprised that you haven't seen this grand hotel before - as it is close to your favourite beach.

Simon took hold of your hand and dragged you to the lift. "Come on, we've only got an hour to be ready!" He said, giddily.

You came up to his room and he unlocked it. Well, a room was an understatement, it was an apartment! You've never actually seen an apartment before. It genuinely felt like you were in one of those cliche Hollywood movies! Simon opened the door and let you inside. "Welcome to my home, well for this week anyways." He laughs. "Just put your stuff at the door." He said. "Come on, I'll give you a quick tour." He said, grabbing your hand.

"Right, well that's the tour - this is my room." He said, opening the large wooden doors. The doors creaked open, revealing a rather large bedroom. The walls were all white except one feature wall, where the king sized bed was. He had everything in this room. A walk in wardrobe, an ensuite and a small balcony! "This must have cost lots?!" You exclaim.

"Well we all chipped in so, I guess if I paid for it all by myself, I would have to sell my car." He chuckled. "Anyways we best get ready if we have any chance of eating tonight." He said.

You both quickly got changed. The dress and shoes fitted perfectly! You went into the bathroom to finish up your makeup when a pair of firm hands gripped to your waist. "You look, beautiful babe," Simon whispered in your ear. His hot breath on your exposed neck sent shivers down your spine. You couldn't deny it, he smelled good. Better than good. Amazing. You checked your phone to see what time it was 6:43 pm. "Let's head down to the restaurant." You said.

The drive wasn't too far, only about 5 minutes away.

As the evening meal went on, Simon's hand was doing the same thing as before: moving up and down your thigh. But what you didn't realise, was that he had an evident boner, which you could only think was your fault. "Hey Minter looks like you're getting a bit excited there." You whispered in his ear. No reaction. Well except a small smile appeared on his thin, pink lips. However, it was not enough to spark any movement. An idea popped into your head. "Two can play at that game." You whispered. "What was that?" You hear a voice from behind you say. It was Josh. Simon's hand quickly jumped up, knocking over his drink onto his lap. "Shit!" He said, jumping up. You grabbed a napkin started dabbing it on his crotch. You could see his pupils dilate and his face turn beetroot red. *Ahem* he awkwardly coughed. You got the gist, it was turning him on. You stopped, seeing the smirking faces of everyone around. "Sorry." You awkwardly mumbled. Everyone carried on talking, phew you thought, that was a close one. The evening carried on, the same with Simon's hand running up and down your thigh. You came up with the same idea as before. You placed your hand on his crotch, palming his dick over his black trousers. A small moan came from his lips as he was speaking to Tobi. He bit down on his lips, to stop any more moans from escaping it. "Y/N quit it! Or you'll pay!" He whispered through the conversation with Tobi. Being the cheeky person you were, you carried on but with more force than before. Simon quickly picked up on the fact you were palming him harder. "To make it fair" he decided to move his hand closer towards your heat, slowly and slightly pulling your panties down each stroke. That was it! You were done with his teasing.

"I've got to go." You quickly got up, making Simon jump. "Simon, will you walk me back to my car?" He quickly stumbled up. "Lovely meeting you all!" You said, waving goodbye. The rest of them waved and Simon pulled up his black jeans and took your hand. "I'll see you guys later. I'll probably get an Uber back to the room and I might crash once I've come back, so please don't disturb me with your drunken states, especially you." He added, pointing to Harry. Harry looked up in confusion. "What was that mate?" He slurred, clearly already drunk.

You both walk towards the car park when suddenly he pins you against a wall. "What're you do..." You are stopped by Simon's warm, moist lips on your own. Without thinking about it, you kissed back. "Let's take this back to mine..." He mumbled through the kiss. You both parted and nodded to each other. "Wait, what about your ride?" He looked at you confused. "Well, shit. I don't have a ride - unless I get an uber?"

"Just drive mine." You said, handing him the keys. You both ran towards your car and got in and drove off.

Simon quickly parked up in the car park of the hotel. You both got out of the car, Simon quickly locked it and came round your side of the car. He grabs your hand in a frenzy and pulls you towards the lobby of the hotel. You both slow down as you reach the entrance of the hotel. You both speed walk to the elevator, hand in hand. As you both stepped inside. Simon quickly pressed the floor's button and up you went. Unfortunately for you both, the apartment was quite far up. Simon stood at the opposite side of the elevator to you, in case some of his fans pop up, after JJ did tweet earlier in the week that they were staying at this hotel. Like don't get him wrong, he loves meeting and taking pictures with the fans, he just didn't want anyone to start unnecessary drama about you. "Did I tell you that you looked beautiful tonight? Because you do look really good". He mumbled out. "Something along those lines." You laugh. "Fuck it! Let them all see how much I love you! Create the fuck they want about me loving someone!" He pushes you against the wall of the elevator, your legs naturally wrap around his waist. He attacks your lips with wet kisses. His hands traveling up and down your legs, brushing over your already soaked panties. "So wet for me already baby girl!" You accepted his plea and his tongue slipped into your mouth. Jesus, he's an amazing kisser, you thought to yourself. Just as you were about to slip your own tongue into his mouth, the elevator tannoy announced "Level 4. Doors opening." Simon quickly jumps off you and returns where he was stood before. You straighten your dress and pretend that your texting on your phone. The elevator doors open. "MINIMINTER!" You look up from your phone. "Guys look! It's Simon!" A girl, 13 by the looks of it shouts. You see his reaction. His face is bright red. A mixture of girls and boys, mainly girls came rushing over. He steps out the elevator to greet the fans. He turns around "I'll meet you back at the room, there's a spare key under the plant outside the room. Get ready for Daddy." He whispered before he left. "Why do you have lipstick on?" One girl said. The doors closed before you could hear what his response was.

You finally reached the apartment and got the spare key from under the plant. You open the door, it was pitch black. You took your heels off and put your bag next to it. You had a funny idea. Why not cut the power temporary and he has to come find you?! You thought. It helped that you took that life skills class back in uni where in case of a fire and you need to cut the power temporarily in case it spreads and causes several other fires. You used your phone's torch to find the power box. You found it! You messed about with the wires, it would be cut for just over an hour. You decided it would be quite funny to tease him as well, especially since he's had you flustered all day.

You: Daddy, I'm getting bored.

Simon: Seen, 9:34 pm

You: Daddy, if you're not here by 9:40 pm, it's off.

You: Daddy, I need you now!

Simon: Seen, 9:35 pm.

You: Oh well, I guess I've just gotta finish this by myself then.

Simon: Seen, 9:35 pm.

Just then, the apartment door swung open. You hear a clicking of a light switch. "Y/N! Where the fuck are you?!" You hear him call. Quickly, you ran out of the kitchen, where the power box was and ran into the living room. "Y/N is that you." You heard him call. You couldn't hold back your laughter. "Y/N, this isn't funny!" You hear him shout. "Come find me then!" You call out. You could hear him sigh. "When I catch you, you'll be sorry baby girl." He shouts. You both laugh. You hear his huge feet running, so instinctively you start running. You ran into his ensuite, closed the door and hid behind the shower curtain. "Y/N?!" You could faintly hear him call. "Y/N?! Come on, I give up." You could hear him call, a little louder than before. You could help but laugh. All of a sudden, the door creaked open. Shit. He's found me. You thought. "Baby girl, I know you're in here." He chuckles. You peered out of the curtain. You could see him looking everywhere, then he turned around to the shower. You quickly shut the curtain and held your hand over your mouth. "Found you baby girl!" He said, opening the curtain. He lifts you out of the shower, and places you over his shoulder, like a fireman. "You've been a bad girl." He says and smacks your bum. He's surprisingly strong, you thought to yourself. You both reach the bed and he gently places you down. "So beautiful!" He mumbled through the sloppy wet kisses. Suddenly, he stops. You whimper at the loss of contact. You sit up to see him sat at the edge of the bed, his face in his hands. "What's up?" You ask, curiously. Just then, he picks you up and places you on his lap, you're bum facing up. "I tricked you. Now it's time for your punishment!" He said, unzipping your dress. He places his hand on your bum and massages the cheeks. "Baby girl, I need you to count. Are you ready?" He growled. He slapped your bum cheeks. "Fuck me!" You moaned out. "I don't hear you counting!" He growled. "One." You said. He slapped you again. "Two!" You yelled out. He slapped you again. "Three!" You said. "Aww baby girl, is this too much?" He asked. "No daddy, I've been a bad girl." You whimper from the loss of contact. "I've had enough baby girl, you just look so hot I can't keep my eyes off of you." He growled. You got up from his lap and pushed his chest down, onto the bed. "I'm in control now daddy. If you make a sound, you don't get to touch me." You said, taking off his belt. You tied it round his hands and tied him to the bedpost. As you come back down from the bedpost, you meet your lips with his. You straddled his waist and trailed kissed down his jaw and down the nape of his neck. "Ugh baby girl, please let me touch you." He moans. "Take your shirt off first and I might consider it, oh wait, you can't." You laugh. You unbutton his white shirt, making sure to go extra slow. Once his shirt was undone, you kiss down his chest, down to his pants. "Baby girl stop teasing! I need you!" He moans. You pulled down his pants and boxers down and his erection sprung free. "Please baby girl, I'm begging you." He mumbled. You stood back up and let your dress pool at your legs. His eyes dart straight to your breasts, as you aren't wearing a bra. "My eyes are up here sweetie." You comment. He smirks. "What's so funny?" You comment. "Nothing baby girl." He chuckled. "Good. Well I'm going to untie you now, I would like you to take my panties down with nothing but your mouth." You chuckle. You saw his face lit up. You unbuckled his belt to free him and his hands immediately latch on to your hips, pulling you down underneath him. He trails kisses down your chest to your panties, bites down on them and pulls them down. "My god you are soaking wet for me baby girl!" He mumbled as he licked a strip down your sweet pussy. "So sweet baby girl, shame I have to replace this by my hard dick. But first protection." He laughs. He rolls over to the bedside table and finds the silver packet and rips it open with his mouth and rolls it on. He quickly lines you both up and fills you up. "Fuck baby girl, you're so tight!" He moans in your ear. He gives you a second to adjust. He thrusts into you, wet skin slapping. "You're. So. Fucking. Beautiful." He moans through thrusts. Your fingernails rake up and down his back. You quickly reach your high. "I'm close Daddy!" You moan. "Same here baby girl." He moaned back. With a few more thrusts, you both reached your high and he fell beside you in a hot, sweaty mess. "That was amazing!" You both said, simultaneously. You both laughed and in no time, you were both fast asleep.

You woke up to the sound of JJ "Simon and Y/N fucked! Simon and Y/N fucked!" He sang. You turn to your side, Simon was nowhere to be seen. Just then, the ensuite door opened and out came Simon in just a towel. "Morning beautiful, sleep well?!" He chirped. You nodded. He turned around to go in the walk in wardrobe. "Simon! Your back?!" You shout. "Looks like I did a good job then." He smirked. "You can use the shower if you want." He said. He carried on walking into the wardrobe. You went into the bathroom and you were quickly hit with his cologne. You turn the shower on to a nice temperature and jumped in. Luckily, there was a spare set of toiletries for women in it. You quickly washed your hair and body. You turned the shower off and headed out. You used the spare towel and dried your body and hair with it, then you wrapped it round your body. You came back into the bedroom. "I definitely made my mark." He laughs, insinuating your neck. "Same goes for you, Minter." You laugh. "Here, put these on so we can go get breakfast." He throws you a Sidemen t-shirt and some shorts. The clothes were clearly too big for you but you'd have to make do with what you had. As soon as you put them on, you could feel his eyes on you. "Gorgeous." He mumbled. "I know we haven't like, you know? Got to know you? But I would really like to? And I would like you to be my girlfriend Y/N?" He asked, rubbing his hand at the back of his neck. "Yes, I would Simon!" You said. His face lit up "well we need to get breakfast quick otherwise the guys will get suspicious." and with that, he quickly took your hand and down you went for breakfast.

"'I'm close Daddy'" JJ said, as you both entered the room. "Same here baby girl," Harry responded. The rest of the boys laughed. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. "You lot came back early?!" Simon asked, surprised. "By early, do you mean half past 1 in the morning?" Tobi laughed. "Nah for real Simon, we're happy for you both," Josh said.

/-/-/ Final Note From Me /-/-/

Hi, I know I haven’t written imagines in awhile - it’as ‘cause i’ve been super busy and had a really dry sprout of inspiration. In the future, i’ll defo write more if people want :) <3.

~Beth <3

[wonderbryle]

Wake Me Up!

By Frances Bryle Gelvoria (@wonderbryle)

Written: July 25, 2019

You and I are walking on the school ground full of ecstasy. We’re laughing like there’s no tomorrow, as if we’re the sunrise and moonrise of our own world. It feels like we’re cuddling in the soft pillow-like clouds where our feelings are way too far from lies. Your peculiar laugh gave strange jolts that made me cringe for more. Your wavy hair’s like a bizarre set-up of genes making you distinctive, hazel eyes that turn into an ocean whenever I look at it; drowning me into your deep thoughts and emotions. It feels so real and beautiful. BANG! A loud terrifying sound was heard, giving me hasty adrenaline rushes. My tears fell out of nowhere when I turned around; covering your cranium to stop the massive bleeding. You’re lying on the stone-cold floor and I’m stone-cold sobbing. We’re just so ecstatic a moment ago and now what? We’re devastated. I cried and cried screaming for help, but the people around us are just gossiping, doing nothing at all. You’re declared as dead on arrival when we reached the hospital. Nothingness mixed with grief; I’m all blank and I’m sleepy. I can extract tears no more. Your brother, Jethro, sobbing beside me, all soaked up in tears. He’s hugging me as if I’m comforting him, but I’m not. I’m too null and void to comfort him neither myself. Your parents along with your grandma arrived late at the morgue. I saw frustration, grief, blankness, agony, and half-avow written on their faces. Your grandma sat beside me and hugged me too. Our grief and agony were all mixed up making a homogenous solution of sadness. Your mother was shivering when she opened the white cloth covering your cold body. She opened as if there’s a tiny hope living within the corpse. Your father shed tears when he saw you; both panting and mesmerizing their agony.

The investigation was opened by your mother’s will to seek justice within your death. The investigation found out something important, something that will change the whole flow, and something that will be beneficial yet harmful. I was the target of the killing and you‘re just a victim of an accident. Everyone put the blame on me, your parents, your relatives and even the ignorant. But your grandma and brothers didn’t; they protected me. Do re mi by blackbear’s playing loudly along with the irritating vibration. I woke up and found myself crying; losing once again with anxiety. 16th of July 2019. It has been a week.

I have this feeling, a strange feeling that can change my whole identity and the way I respond excluding my sleepiness. I’m so tamper-proofed by anxiety. This feeling has its own way disrupting my adrenaline rushes including my broken body clock. I only ate a cup of rice and a pair of burnt bacon. I went straight to school and I’m very timid at the moment, having no thoughts at all. My dream’s still lingering around my head giving off vibrant concern. It’s 7:10 AM and my concern’s strolling like a slug, slowly eating myself making me vulnerable. Supposedly 7:40 AM is my arrival time, but my arrival today is so early. I waited you for almost fifteen minutes and my body moved by itself; I hugged you tight that I forgot my place. I don’t have the right to hug you because we’re not even close to each other nor I haven’t had the intimacy to hug you. WE’RE JUST FRIENDS. Things got complicated because of that feeling. Today is Tuesday, who am I?

Like my usual self, my body clock’s still broken. I haven’t had enough good sleep since then and I forgot when the last time was. I got up with mixed emotions; disrupted by insomnia. This booze of mine is intolerable. Wednesday is P.E. day, but I’m physically retarded, having no vibrant energy at all. My anxiousness gave spark to my sadness to overflow; drowning my happy thoughts. I CAN’T CONTROL MY ANXIOUSNESS. I arrived at school having no intention to breathe. If I won’t breathe or skip breathing, I’m sure I will die and that would satisfy me.

But I don’t want excruciating death so I have to live. The sadness concealed inside me won’t change and the curtains around me make it worse. We have had a talk, a senile talk about us and all of our clichés. I looked into your eyes and I’m lost in the hazel’s hue like a maze of forests that I can’t escape. The deeper I gaze, the more I can see the sadness within you. One point for me to die early. If we die together, where will our energy go? At some point, I want to die with you.

I remembered all the misfits. This Thursday fits threw back all the melancholic memories. My blood pressure’s rising up and I’m fuming sad; an outrageous human ticking time bomb. School’s also a maligning establishment. High grades matter and I’m tired competing and too tired proving my worth. Thursday’s spooky and I’m tired. Caring for self is over so let’s get wasted. Sad was the wrong term. Sad was something we understood.

Friday sunshine is a blatant lie at all. The way I suppose to wake up seems different. The fact that I’m dull, but I’m not as of today. I woke up filled with polychromatic slugs inside me and the calendar gave me what I wanted– anxiety. This feeling inside me started its motives and YES! I need those to work out. I’m expecting 3rd place and I’m degrading myself; the more I push myself out, the more I get sad, and the more I work out– I’m productive through anxiousness. I placed 3rd to all features (SciTech and Feature Writing) and 4th in Editorial Writing and I’m a little bit degraded. My expectations were correct, but Editorial Writing means a lot for me. Forlorn is with me. I’M FINE. You were 2nd in Feature Writing and my neglects went down. It seems like you wept my awful neglects and I got the conclusion–I LIKE YOU.

I should have taken it a sign that it was the last day of my feeling’s confusion; seeing myself having no happiness, but fondness within. My eyes, teary and full of misery, told a story of love, a story that has no abomination of myself. I jumped out of glee. No! Glee is the word I knew but the feeling’s not. My mind’s fond of the fondness and I was too. That was the last. Telling others what I feel eased the pain, the pain that gave bliss to the misery and misery of the bliss. We could no longer be friends.

I did not realize that I drank too much cold beers since dawn. I know I am drunk and I’m starting to talk nonsense. My head’s dizzy and only you popping up. Why? Is it because I’m afraid that I’ll lose our friendship? My mediocrities disappointed me. It’s all ending, isn’t it? I can’t sleep and my tipsiness won’t work. Insomnia’s eating my whole energy making me hyperactive. Alcohol’s not working and I’m so sure sleeping pills won’t work too. Maybe I’m too lost and maybe I can’t win. I’m always been a loser; family, friends, talents, pride and hope. I can see myself dying, am I not?

I’m afraid you’ll see the different side of me. The way I whisper to my shadows, and the way I hurt myself. Maybe you won’t understand me at all. I’M UNWELL. We all have sadness and that makes us whole. Maybe I’m vague and irrational. But one thing’s for sure, I built a wall and distanced myself and which I remorse, a havoc regenerated.

Animal’s squad is having a gathering, embracing memories and making a video for Nathalie’s birthday presentation, our former classmate and a member of our squad. You and I are seatmates and my eye’s faking, vigorously laughing in pain. We’re laughing our dirty and humiliating hilarious pictures taken months and years ago. I did not realize that I starred longer. That boy in the photo having those eyes shimmering in joy and a truest smile, certainly taken on a Saturday, is far different from the reflection of melancholic eyes and obsolete smile I saw before I left my house. Today is Monday, and tomorrow I will be peculiar, but who knows?

You’re so handsome in suit in front of the altar waiting for us. Beside me is Airah, my bestfriend, all dressed up in wedding gown. I’m seeing myself smiling while walking on the carpet; eyes with no misery and a boy with no confusion–the total opposite of who I am. We’re walking in a specific time frame, in slow motion, all in happiness. We arrived and I handed the hand of your soon-to-be-wife and went to the front seat with the bridesmaid. I can see us happy, hearts jumping out of glee, the truest glee ever encountered. I took time when I figured out that I’m the groomsman, but why? Airah’s parents, Aunt Arianne and Uncle Rex sat beside me in tears, tears of joy and love; seeing their daughter’s getting married to the man I loved the most. I cried and cried listening to your exchanges of vows and wedding rings. Is this acceptance? Maybe acceptance is what I need, the thing I forgot to live with. I went to the comfort room to comfort myself and your brother saw me. He thought I’m devastated and hugged me tight similar to my dream. At some point, dying with you isn’t the solution. You have your supportive family; your parent’s unconditional love and your brother’s overflowing love and empathy. You don’t deserve to die. If my love for you is like that, I don’t want it. Please wake me up! 26th of July 2019.

I sighed.

[Photo source: https://www.artmajeur.com/en/musicaroundus/artworks/12824861/abstract-praise-sleeping-beauty]