#// sorry the eye colouring is so weird i did it on my phone on a moving bus haha

[lamoree-rody]

hey bro I lost my FOREVER WEED BROWNIE that was in that suspiciously open box that says "DO NOT EAT" and you have brownie crumbs on your face. you know where my FOREVER WEED BROWNIE is?

"........"

"...No?"

[luveline]

Hiiii sugarplum. I would absolutely adore some stripper reader x Hotch maybe like some of him comforting her or just coming to visit like outside of the case and some fluff 🥰🥰

ty for requesting!! fem

You’re texting on the wall outside of work when a shadow cuts across the streetlight illuminating your lap. Your head flinches up, phone to your chest, but the man standing in front of you isn’t one you’ve ever been scared of. “Fuck, Aaron, you scared me,” you say with a nervous laugh. 

He smiles at you in his gentle, unassuming way. “Sorry. I took care to scuff my shoes as I walked.”

“Oh, you took care,” you say. Your smile is far less gentle than his; your cheeks apple, your words coloured with it. “I was in my own world.” 

“I thought we talked about you coming outside alone.”

“Did we?” you ask, the short wall you’re sitting on biting into your hands and thighs as you tip back to grin at him teasingly. “Gosh, I’m sorry, Mr. Hotchner, I can’t seem to remember any such talk.” 

“Mm.” He rolls his eyes. “You don’t remember that?” 

“Don’t recall, no.”

“So you also won’t remember the conversation we had about flowers.” 

Your first date, your only date, and your first bouquet. He’d given you flowers and read the embarrassment on your face immediately. You aren’t the kind of girl who gets flowers. 

What’s wrong? he’d asked. 

You’d held the flowers to your chest, something in you worried he’d take them away, though you’re almost positive he’s incapable of being cruel like that. Do I look stupid? 

Of course you don’t. 

There hadn’t been much else to say about the flowers, until after the evening had gone well, and he’d asked you for another date. High with the delight of knowing Spencer’s nice, handsome boss doesn’t just think you’re pretty, he likes you, you’d said Sure, if you bring me another lovely bouquet, we can go on as many dates as you like. 

Aaron pulls the bouquet from behind his back. Petals bounce off of his tie, pinks and whites and baby blues against his black blazer and pristine white shirt as he taps his chest. They’re beautiful, and far too many. 

“Are they really for me?” you ask. You’ve never seen such a big bouquet in your life. It’s a wonder they fit behind his back. 

The strangest thing about dating him has been his sudden propensity for moments of shyness. “That depends,” he says, the slightest hint of nerves in his otherwise dulcet tone, “are they nice enough?” 

“They’re the prettiest flowers I’ve ever seen.” You stand up and hold out your hands, pull them back to your chest, and then hold them back out again. You can’t not want them. 

He hands them off to you. 

It must be weird for him to meet you like this. He’s very high up the ladder of his career, and it doesn’t make much sense for him to fall for you. You’re younger, less educated, less prestigiously employed. You hadn’t understood what it was about you that pulled him in, but you can remember how clearly he told you he was interested in you. No shame. Not a hint of reluctance. He’s bringing you flowers outside of the stripclub, ignoring the fact that you’re in sweatpants and a tight corset-type bra, and he hasn’t looked at your body once. 

“I was just texting you,” you say, opening your phone to press send on the text waiting in the hot bar. 

Aaron’s phone immediately pings. 

He reads it quickly. It isn’t a long message. Hi, handsome. Want to pick me up tonight? 

If he’d said yes or no didn’t matter, because you’d just wanted to talk to him, and here he is. 

He finally ducks in. A half side step into your reach, his face angled down, he kisses you chastely on the lips and everything fades away. The neon pink at your feet, the buzzing streetlights and the passing cars, the steady thump of music from three different buildings, it all disappears under his warm hand. He kisses you, and he hugs you to his chest, careful not to crush your flowers. You could glow from the inside out. 

He’s still smiling as he pulls away. “Are you hungry?” he asks softly. 

“So hungry.” 

“We can get anything you want.” 

“Really? What if I want the same as last time?” 

It had been expensive and you’d felt vaguely underdressed. Aaron doesn’t baulk. “Anything you want… You may need to wear my jacket, though. I don’t think your current outfit adheres to their dress code.” 

You push the flowers just under his nose. “Funny.”

[grahstumhurts]

2. Putting it into gear

Cheerleader!Megan x Loser Band Member!Reader

A/N Not proof read lol so it might have some weird wording and shit.

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The late May air is starting to feel slightly humid and hot as it usually does by this time, Megan's waiting outside. Leaning on the side of the school fence looking effortlessly beautiful as she does.

“Hey” you greet her, “What did you need to talk about?” She looks up from her phone, then looks around behind you to see if people are watching.

“Look, I owe you an apology and-” 

“That's an understatement.” You cut her off. “Two years of ignoring me should get me something better than an apology”

“Just hear me out” 

She looks you in the eyes, Her pupils glistening with the caramelised apple colour it's always been.

“Please,” 

“Fine” You cross your arms in anticipation “You gonna tell me or what?”

“I need to fake date you, for friendship reasons I guess.” Obviously that stuns you, A girl you had a crush on for the past ten years of your life is suddenly asking you to fake date her. 

“What?” Your face contorts in a mix of surprise and confusion “Why me?”

“You're the only gay person I know, I’m trying to come out to them and they won't believe me till I date someone who fits their “Gay” vision” She sighs, her face portrays her obviously conflicted emotions. “Look its okay if you won't do it, You don't owe me anything especially since i abandoned you but at least sleep on it for me.”

She pauses, trying to read your face, noticing the slight differences in your eyes.

“I also needed to say sorry, I wasn't there when I promised I would be.” 

“I wont accept your apology for now, you need to earn my trust back, Megan.”

 You sigh at the dilemma, do you chose to help her with her fake dating thing, or do you leave her behind. 

“I’ll help you under one condition, We will stay friends afterwards.” 

You expect her to say no, the wavering tone in your voice saying so.

“Thank you so much, seriously I appreciate this. I owe you, N/n” She hugs you, Her scent lingering of fresh citrus and light berries. Her arms wrap around your waist, you instinctively wrap your arms around her shoulders.

“We need to figure out a plan for this whole situation.” You comment as you two break the hug, still feeling the lingering warmth of her. 

“Are you free this week to meet up?” 

“Tuesdays and Thursdays I meet up with my band, any other day we can meet up after school.”

“How about wednesday? I have practice, can you come watch and we can go somewhere after?” The thought of her friends seeing you makes your skin crawl as your reputation with these “Popular” people is not exactly great. Considering that you and Lara are the ones who stand up to Greg when he feels the need to degrade Yoonchae. You may or may not have gotten into some physical altercations with said Greg. 

“Sure, It’ll sell the idea that we are dating a bit more,” It’s a trade off that is worth it to make Megan happy. You shrug just as her phone rings, Her ringtone was not the same as the one you had remembered her to have. It had been her favourite song, Perfect Lover by Britney Spears. But now it's one of those default ones, Removing some of the personality from her.

“Yeah?"

"Oh, Okay."

"I’ll see you soon, Mom. Love you bye”

You can vaguely hear her moms voice throughout the quick phone call, her familiar tone isn't something you can forget easily. 

“You gotta go I assume?” you pick at your nails, “I can walk you home if you want?” You look up to her, trying to gauge her reaction through her body language. “Unless you dont want me to.. You know what forget i even said-”

“NO!” She suddenly cuts you off mid sentence “I mean, No” She clears her throat repeating her affirmation in a softer tone, “it’d be nice for my mom to see you again, She used to ask me about you all the time.” She presses her lips into a line, her face covered with embarrassment. 

“Lead the way,” You slightly smile at the thought that her mom still wondered where you had been all this time, She starts walking in the direction of her house. Making small talk to catch up on each others lives during the two years of absence, Your hands brushing together as you walk on the pavement.

“I missed you, you know that right?”

The smallness in her voice juxtaposes her usually large demeanour.

“I hoped you did,”

You chuckle slightly,

“I missed you too.”

“This is me,” she stops in front of the house you used to know, “You wanna stay for dinner? I mean you don't have to or anything.”

“Sure, It’ll be nice to say hi to your mom.” She leads you into her house, The recognisable scent of her moms cooking wafting into your nostrils. Filling your senses with memories of years prior. “Do we have to fake date in front of your mom aswell?” You tease her, Slipping off your shoes.

“Yeah, I guess so..” She replies nervously, just as her Mom wraps around the corner from the kitchen. “Hey, I brought home a special someone.” 

“Oh my gosh, YN! I didn't realise you were coming tonight for dinner.” She embraces you in a warm hug. “Feels like I haven't seen you in forever.” She lightly jabs at Megan with her elbow. 

“Just been busy with school work and college applications, you know how it is.” You lightly giggle at Megan’s mom’s actions. “Glad to see you Mrs. Skiendiel”

“Oh please, Yn. You know not to call me that, Just aunty is okay.” 

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“Wow aunty, this is seriously delicious.” You moan as you wolf down the rice and pork on your plate. “I'm grateful that your cooking skills haven't deteriorated in the period I haven't seen you” You say in between bites.

“Im happy you like it, feel free to come over and eat when you want to, Honey” She chuckles

“Uhm Mom, We have something to talk about with you.” Megan’s words shift the energy at the table. You swallow your latest bite and glance at Megan, Giving her a reassuring look. 

“You guys are dating? I know, it's not that much of a shock.” Aunty takes the words out of Megan's mouth, “I've been patiently waiting when you two would realise your feelings for eachother. I have a standing bet with your mom, Yn.” She matter-a-factly comments,

“No funny business in my house alright?” 

“Yes aunty, I don't plan on doing anything with Megan till she's ready. Don't worry”

You try to clear the air quickly, Megan grabs your hand on the table. Interlocking her fingers with your ring clad ones, The slightly cold metal meeting her warm skin. The embarrassment of your words settling in with the two of you.

“I wouldn't dare hurt Megan, I hope you know that aunty.” You stupidly grin at her.

“I know, Yn. Just double checking, I know how you teenagers can be.” She lets out a deep sigh of relaxation. “I have some work to do. all I need you guys to do is the dishes, can you two handle that?” She squints her eyes at us, 

“Yeah, dont worry about it, Mom.” Megan stands and starts clearing the plates from the table, You follow her actions grabbing plates and silverware and bringing them to the sink in the kitchen. 

“I’ll be in the office working if you need me, Good night you two.” Megan’s Mom announces before the door closes.

“Oh my god i swear that was the most awkward i've been with your mom in forever.” You let out a deep sigh as you lean against the kitchen counter, Megan places down the rest of the dishes.

“Yeah no that was really awkward.” She giggles “Yes aunty i don't plan on doing anything with Megan till she's ready” She mockingly says in your tone of voice. You shove her shoulder lightly. 

“Come on lets finish the dishes, I rinse, you dry?” You stand over the sink, turn on the sink and scrub the dinner plates with a soapy sponge.

“Mhm, sounds like a solid plan” She hums, picking up the drying towel from the towel rack as you start to hand her some rinsed dishes. You cheekily smile to yourself as you get a devious idea. Megan is suddenly met with a warm splash of water from the sink head

“You did not just do that” She looks at you astonished, Mouth agape. “You little shit, Yn” 

“Such hurtful words require punishment” You giggle as you spray her with more water,

“What the fuck!” She squeals, feeling the water soak her shirt, “that's not fair, i don't have a sink to spray you too.” Suddenly it seems as Megan gets an idea for your payback.

“Come here, YN. Give me, your girlfriend, A hug. why don't you?” 

“No! I'm not gonna hug you, Meg. You gotta catch me first.” She roars with laughter as she chases after you in the kitchen. 

“Im gonna get you!” She loudly shouts, Running you into the corner of the kitchen.

“I’ve got you trapped now don't i?” She pants.

“I guess so, And what are you gonna do about it?”

You tease her, She pulls you into a wet hug “Eughhhh, it's so cold” You groan feeling her damp top spread the water on your shirt. She pulls away, Snickering at the sight of your now also damp shirt, 

“You get what's coming for you.”

“Can i atleast borrow a shirt or something?” You pull your shirt away from your chest to unstick it from your skin.

“Yeah, Come on. Let's go upstairs and dry off.” She grasps her hand with yours, Her nails graze your wrist. She drags you up the stairs into her room. You stare in awe, It looks similar to when you were last here but different at the same time.

“You took down the BTS posters?” You take a glance at her as she rummages through her closet for two shirts.

“Figured it was time to grow up i guess” She sighs and pulls out the shirts. 

“You sure it wasnt just your new friends pressuring you? Not that it really matters honestly, just curious.”

“Yes its fine, seriously, YN. I dont get whats your problem is right now, they were just posters.” She throws a purple oversized shirt at you.

“Just asking, No offence and all that” You exhale deeply, “Should i go to the bathroom and change or?” She just nods and you take that as your sign to leave the room.

You reenter the room and she's laying on her bed, Phone in hand. You knock on the door frame, she glances up then pats the side of the bed for you to sit down.

“Sorry by the way. Its not really my place to ask those types of questions.” You sit on the end of her bed.

“Its okay, I'm sorry too by the way. I overreacted a tad.” You observe as she hesitates to interlock hands, You take action as you interlock your pinkies together. 

"I guess i realized how much you've changed. And i guess i wasn't ready to fully realize it." You lay next to her, Brushing shoulders.

[minjix]

Behind the lens → Vinnie Hacker x camerawoman!reader

summary: in which he sees her behind the camera

warnings: fluff omgggg, Vinnie being a shy boy + Vinnie being confident ughhhh also simp!Vinnie ;)

a/n: i took a small break from writing because my home situation hasn’t been that great and it affected my mental health which also affected my writing but i’m baaaaack :)))

word count: 1.0k

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He always felt awkward in front of cameras, something he wished to out grow with the years passing by, but yet there he was fumbling with his hands behind his back as they set up the recording room.

The table in front of him was filled to the brim with products from the infamous Wish site, from face masks to knives. It didn’t settle his worries.

He turned to Noah asking as to what they were waiting for.

“Y/n” the boy responded, his eyes glued to his phone screen. Vinnie’s brows furrowed in confusion. Who’s Y/n?

“Who’s-“ Noah interrupted him, “our new camera woman, the last guy quit last week.”

“Oh, okay.” He sighed. Now he would even be more uncomfortable.

A girl walked into the room with a nervous smile on her face, “LA traffic sucks, sorry for being late.” She quickly got ready, unzipping her backpack and taking out equipment far beyond Vinnie’s knowledge. He only saw wires and black boxes connected to said wires.

“It’s cool,” Noah finally put his phone away and helped her prep the camera. Vinnie looked anywhere else but her, knowing first hand how awkward he felt with eye contact.

He gulped when she stepped forward and cleared her throat, she lifted her hand, a black device in her grasp. “Gotta get you mic'd up,” he nodded softly and took a deep breath when she asked him to lift his shirt so she could attach the mic to his pants. He complied but he wanted to disappear.

He gulped when she attached the actual mic to the neck of his shirt, his eyes unintentionally taking her in. She was beautiful. Her smile promised to punch a hole in his heart and he found himself flustered with the small distance between the two. “…and done,” she gave him a wink that burned his cheeks a bright red. She quickly got behind the camera after testing the sound.

“And action.” Vinnie smiled, god was she beautiful.

Noah did the introduction whilst Vinnie stood beside him with a small and laid back smile, his eyes finding hers as she stood behind the camera. During the duration of the video Vinnie found himself relaxing with each eye contact and shy smile’s shared between the two.

His body warmed when he heard her muffled laugh as they tested the weird products, her eyes gleaming as she looked on. And for the first time in a long time, Vinnie felt comfortable under a strangers gaze. He couldn’t explain it, even if he wanted to.

He remembered hearing about knowing when you met the right person, but he quickly decided to stop before he made it worse for himself. She could easily be dating someone, he thought to himself.

Noah cleared his throat to get Vinnie’s attention. The tattooed blonde’s eyes were stuck on Y/n, his cheeks dusted with colour. Beck sniggered to himself as he and Vinnie continued on with the video, easily knowing Hackers tell signs. It was too obvious.

“Thank you so much for watching and remember to like and subscribe,” Noah's voice sounded muffled in his head. He really did try to turn back to the camera but his eyes wouldn’t, no couldn’t leave yours. No matter how hard he tried. He didn’t try.

“…and cut!” Your voice reminded him of a slap to the face and he found himself glued to his spot whilst you started to pack, his head screaming at him to say something, introduce himself, ask you out–

A hand to his shoulder pushed him towards you, he found himself cursing Noah out when he found himself before you, the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. And he’d seen plenty, but not you. Definitely not you.

“Hey–I’m Vinnie,” he stuttered, your eyes meeting his and a smile grew on your face. You laughed softly aware of Noah’s prying eyes. “I know, and I’m-“

“Y/n,” you looked at him curiously and the tattooed boy found himself even more flustered. “Noah, he uh told me.”

You nodded and reached down to grab your backpack but a tanned hand reached for it before you did, “let me help you.” You noted how red his face was, his eyes shifting everywhere. You also noted the veins in his tattooed arms. “Thank you,” you were flustered too.

“Of course,”

The walk to the car was quiet, a loud silence between the two of you as you walked through the lavish house. “Uhm, so is this your permanent job or-“ he stuttered, your bag thrown over his shoulder. It was heavy.

You snorted, a small smirk on your lips. “Yep, unless Noah fires me.”

“He won’t.” You looked at him curiously, now having reached your car.

“And why’s that?” He swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes connected to yours, standing over you.

“Because it’d make me look bad if I were to ask you out and having to go through the awkward moment of my best friend firing you.”

You laughed and his smile grew on his lips, that’s a win, he thought to himself. The air between you both became lighter, easier to breathe, manageable.

“If you were to ask me out?” You tilted your head, “so you’re not going to?”

He set your bag down beside him and stepped closer to your form, his height blocking the sun casting a cool shadow over your body. Though it was quickly heating up in anticipation.

His smile was ever still present in his full lips. “Fine,” he cleared his throat, his hand reaching out to grasp yours, his fingers entangling themselves around yours. “Y/n, will you let me take you out tomorrow?”

You laughed, your face warm and your heart beating faster than normal, “yes Vinnie, you can take me out tomorrow.”

He turned away from you with a grin, “You heard that Noah? She said yes!” He yelled towards the mansion, a figure by the door. “Yep!” He yelled back, “I heard!”

You both laughed, “I’ll call you tonight, if that’s okay?” He asked you softly. You sighed happily, “yeah, that’s definitely okay.”

“Okay?” You chuckled, his hand still in yours.

“Okay. I know you’re trying to do Vinnie,” A playful look took over his eyes. “Please let me say it,” he begged, still smiling.

You relented, “Fine.”

“Perhaps ‘okay’ will be our ‘always’”.

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@and-bone-appetit  DID I MAKE IT?!?!?! TW: BLOOD ( and potential EYE STRAIN....)

Well this was time crunching! man Tumblr hated me today. This will technically mark my 1st post! AND 1st DTIYS! WOOOO- 🎉🎉🎉AS WELL AS HAPPY 100 FOR YOU!!!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉 Anyways! I really did enjoy creating this as this was a new style (hyperpop). Horrortale has to be my favourite AU ever. So starting off my first DTIYS with my most drawn character was very comforting as I knew I could get him right :) I loved seeing everyone else’s art SO MUCH as each new one would fuel me more for my own submission! The quality and stuff is going to look incredibly weird or inconsistent as I started off on paper with traditional drawing with water colours THEN uploaded it onto ibisPaintX for the background THEN to my phone’s notes app for the rest of the colouring and rendering. (Yes, I used the notes app over ibisPaint. I'm sorry it scares me…) so: \/ \/ \/ CLOSE UPS! \/ \/ \/

[bonbonchocolates]

Taxi

Yandere Jungkook x Reader

Summary: When you take the wrong taxi.....

Warnings: yandere jungkook, obsessive behaviour, non-con touching, smut (not descriptive)

A/N: Again originally from my Wattpad account. If you like it please leave a like.

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You checked the time on your wrist watch.

9:45pm

It read.

You are really late today it's all because of your rude and arrogant boss. Sometimes you feel like to kill him. You don't know why he is always after you, giving you more work than others, making you work at late hours.

What problem does he have with me?

You thought.

It is already too late. Now your mother will scold you as soon as you reach home. But still you want to return back home as soon as possible. You know it is not safe for a young girl to be out at this time. Moreover, recently a lot of young girls are going missing and you don't want to be one of them.

You booked a taxi but it still had not arrived. You are waiting for it patiently for the last fifteen minutes.

Then you finally heard the honk of a car, indicating your taxi has arrived. You could not get more happy and this. You rushed towards your taxi. You quickly opened the door, got inside and closed it.

As soon as you closed the door the driver started the taxi and towards your way home. Just then you got a call, you checked your phone, it was from your mother. You quickly picked it up.

On Call:

Y/M: Y/N dear where are you?

You: I'm in a taxi on my way home.

Y/M: Why are you so late?

You: Mom you already know my boss.

Y/N: Oh yeah. Come back fast, you heard the news, right?

You: Yes mom.

Y/M: Ok bye.

You: Bye Mumma.

With that you ended the call. You were busy in the call that you could not notice that the route the driver took was not the way to your home. As you looked outside you noticed it.

And you panicked.

"Excuse me"

(In Jimin's voice. Hahaha. Sorry, back to the story)

The driver looked at the rear view mirror to look at you. You knew that you grabbed his attention but you could not see his whole face. You couldn't see his eyes because he wore a black coloured cap.

"This is not the way to my house."

You told him but he just shrugged it off. After a long moment of silence he finally decided to speak.

"Mam, this is the shortcut."

He said in a husky voice. After hearing it you felt relaxed and you believed it because it's only been a year since you came to this city. The only strange thing is that you felt like that you heard the driver's voice somewhere but you decided to ignore it.

(Typical Y/N thing)

You checked on your phone and found a message from an unknown number.

Unknown: Mam, where are you?

You: Who are you?

Unknown: Your taxi driver, mam. Actually I have been waiting for the past half an hour but I can't find you.

You: What are you saying I already got my taxi and I am on my way back home.

It was really weird. Did the company sent two taxis for you? You then just to confirm you opened and found that the taxi that you booked arrived five minutes later you boarded the taxi.

What? How can this happen?

You then quickly opened google map on your phone and found your location to be 2 kilometres away from your house.

You panicked and as soon as you looked at the rear view mirror you found the cab driver stealing glances at you from the rear view mirror. Now you can see his whole face, he looked oddly familiar.

You quickly dialled the emergency number and waited for them to pick it up but as soon as they picked it up, someone snatched your phone away from you and threw it out of the window of the car.

(I wrote it as emergency number because all the countries have different emergency numbers and I have not mentioned which country this story takes place. So you can imagine as your country.)

You looked at the driver who gave out an evil smile. You were terrified of him.

"Who are you? And where are you taking me?"

You asked with all the courage that you had gained.

He then stopped the car and looked back at you. As soon as you saw his whole face you were shocked.

"Don't tell me that you already forgot me, love?"

Flashback:

You were currently at the last year of high school. One day when it was lunch time, you saw the one and only Jeon Jungkook, the most popular playboy of the school approaching you. He is in the last year of college.

(I don't know if such schools exist or not. Please let me know.)

But why is he coming towards you when you always wanted to stay a mile away from him.

He came towards you and did something that you never expected him to do in his whole life.

He took your right hand on his left hand and got down on his knees. Everyone was staring at you. You hated attention and and wanted to disappear from there.

"Y/N the moment my eyes fell on you, I felt something strange which I never felt before. I know that I'm a playboy but I'm ready to change that for you. I really love you Y/N. I want you to be in my life. Will you become my girlfriend and maybe my future wife? Please don't say no I love you very much."

Everybody started to clap. You looked at his face, his eyes were filled with hope and love for you. You contemplated what to do? It's not like Jungkook is a bad person but the only problem is that he is a playboy. Each and every week he has a new girl with him.

"Y/N"

The sound of his voice brought you out of your thoughts. You once again looked at his eyes. You don't know why but his feelings for you seemed genuine but still you can't trust him because it can be one of his bet with his friends.

"Sorry Jungkook but I can't be with a playboy like you."

You tried your best to sound kind and gentle. You quickly withdraw your hand from his and ran away.

End Of Flashback

After that he never approached you again. You assumed it was one of his bet with his friends. The next year your father got transferred to another city so you all shifted from there. You never saw or heard of Jungkook again until now.

"J-Ju-Jungkook"

You shuttered.

"So you remember me, good."

In a moment he was at the back seat near you. You tried to open the door of the car but he was quick to grab you.

"Don't you dare try to escape me"

He warned you.

You were terrified you had no idea why he was doing all this. Is it just because of a simple rejection? You didn't even have the courage to question him.

His hand then went down to your pants and he tried to pull it down. But before he could do anything you tried to push his hands away but he was too strong. So your attempt to push his hands away went to vain.

"Let me do what I want or othe-"

"P-ple-please l-leave me"

You begged in him. You don't know when you started sobbing. You kept on begging in front of him but he just gave you a smirk.

In a moment he ripped off your pants along with your undergarments. Now your lower body was completely naked and he could see it clearly. You were embarrassed and started to cry even more in the fear of what is about to happen to you. You tried to hide yourself from his gaze but he stopped you by grabbing your thighs.

"You are beautiful, love. Don't hide from me."

You then saw him opening the zipper of his pants and pulling down his boxers. Now you were well aware of his intentions.

In a moment both his pants and boxers were gone and he lined his member near your entrance. You wiggled about but he grabbed you and without any preparation he pushed his hard member in your entrance.

You screamed.

It hurts a lot and without letting you adjust to his size he started to move. You kept on crying due to the pain and there was no pleasure in it. While you cried he kept on moaning and groaning.

"For others it may be a simple rejection but not for me."

Saying that he kissed on your forehead.

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[hannahssimblr]

I’m running again. It is the hottest day of the year, with the sun blazing down on me, but I’m running anyway, because this is what I do. It's become the pattern of my life. I sleep like shit. I get up, I run, I shower, and then I sleep the afternoon away. 

This morning at six, I talked to Alison. She was in the airport, crying in a bathroom stall. 

“It’s so weird that literally nobody knows I’m here,” she said. “The last time I left the country was for our school tour to Rome, can you imagine? That now I’m doing this?”

“You’re going to be okay,” I said, though I didn’t really know it to be true. How could I? Who am I to even say that to her, as if I could ever be sure? As if I am a person capable of making anything okay. I think that all I ever did was fail her, and she is alone and scared today, so I am failing her again. 

“I would have come with you,” I told her, in a voice that sounded weak and pathetic to my own ears. 

“I didn’t think I wanted you to, but now I do,” her sob echoed off the bathroom tiles. “Now that I’m here, I don’t want to be on my own anymore.”

“I can still come,” I said, but it was a lie. It was too late. I suppose that’s always been the nature of our relationship. I’ve acted too late, and reached her when the damage has already been done. 

For the rest of my life, I’ll think of Alison and feel regret. Her face and that feeling, intertwined forever. 

When we hung up, I stared out at the sea for a long time, the gentle pull of the tide, felt the heat of the sun that poured in the window that reminded me I was real and alive, then I put on my shoes and went for a run. 

It’s a day for swimming, not for running. The sea is still and glasslike today, clear turquoise and gently washing over the shore, as seagulls draw lazy circles overhead. I will swim, just not now, not while there are still heavy thoughts in my head. 

It seems I am the only person in town stupid enough to run on a day like this. I know sunbathers are watching me as I go, and I catch snippets of their incredulous remarks. “What is he at?” someone mutters to his friend. “He’ll be dead before he gets to the end of the beach, I’d say.”

I might be. Within minutes, my t-shirt clings to my body and sweat from my hair dribbles into my eyes. It stings. I wipe my brow with my arm, which is salty with sweat and unhelpful, so I commit to partial blindness for the rest of the run, kept on track by the slash of shore to my right. 

The beach is a blur of colour. Towels scatter the sand, and the vague suggestion of parasols jut above the masses of flesh coloured blobs, but the shape of her is unmistakable. She’s coming in my direction with her phone to her ear, ambling along the strip of damp sand the tide washed earlier. I can’t hear what she’s saying. There’s too much noise, but she hangs up abruptly as soon as I reach her. 

“Hi, Evie!” I wipe my brow again and act casual about my atrocious sweat patches. 

“Oh, hey! I didn’t know it was you.”

“Just out for a walk?”

“Yeah, enjoying the sun.”

“Same here. Hot, isn’t it? Sorry, I’m so sweaty.” Perhaps drawing direct attention to it will lessen the awkwardness, but then again, maybe it will make it all worse. What if, somehow, she hadn’t noticed until I pointed it out? 

She smiles sweetly. “I suppose that’s what happens when you go running in a heatwave.”

“I know. There’s no escaping it, though. It’s just been hot all the time lately.” I glance toward the sea. “At least I can swim after it. The water looks so nice.”

“Yeah, it’s lovely. I’ve been getting in three times a day.”

I smirk at her. I should ask her if this is some kind of competition, or if she just likes to brag about all the swims she takes. It would be funny, but now I think I’ve left it too long, and saying it now, after such a long pause, would make it seem like I have thought too much about it. I think I actually have thought too much about it. I look down at my feet, and a bead of sweat darkens the sand in front of me. 

“Hey, I’m sorry I didn’t�� I didn’t, um, text you after that night we went to the graveyard.”

A smile. “Oh, no, well, I didn’t expect you to, like I wasn’t waiting for a message or anything. It’s fine.”

“I know. I just said that I would when I was free and I didn’t. I’ve been kind of distracted the last couple of weeks.”

“It’s okay, I understand! I get like that sometimes, too.”

“I just have a bad habit of saying I’ll do something and then not doing it, like, I’m a flake. I hope you weren’t waiting to hear from me.”

She tosses her air over her shoulder and laughs breezily. “No way. I didn’t notice. Don’t worry, I honestly do that all the time. Things just get in the way.”

I am desperate to get out of my sweaty clothes. The sea calls to me like a siren. “Well, if you want, we can hang out now. Are you busy today?”

“No, I’m free.”

“Okay, well, do you feel like a swim?”

 She frowns. “Right now?” 

“Why not? Yeah.”

“Oh, well, I don’t have my togs with me at the moment.”

“Me neither. I was going to go in naked.”

She blushes. “Wha- oh, um, really?” 

Bad joke. Maybe I should put more considered practice into shutting up. “No.” I pinch the hem of my polyester shorts. “I’ll just wear these. They kind of double up as running shorts. Look, you don’t have to if you don’t have anything to swim in. I just thought I’d ask. Maybe we can hang out later if you don’t have-”

“No!” She cuts me off in such a frenzy that I blink, surprised. “Just give me a sec. I’ll run up to the mobile and grab my togs, just… just wait here.”

Without giving me a second to respond, she sprints up the beach, sand flying behind her in cartoonish clouds. I watch her go all the way to the end of the beach, where the tiny figure of her scrambles up the side of a steep dune and leaps over a fence, gone from sight within seconds. 

I wait for her by the shore, my body too tired to do anything but sit and pick handfuls of sand from the ground. I could just get into the sea and swim now, but going in without her feels like a betrayal. She might want to do something competitive and race me anyway, and I might like to let her. 

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Corresponding LG Chapter

[writingsfromhome]

Golf on TV

Ask: fluffy piece based on Lennon Stella’s Golf on TV (sorry I deleted the original ask but this song is so fluff so ty!)

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I wake up to the bed made, for a second I don’t know where I am. My sleep-addled brain tries to catch up to the present moment. The present morning.

I was in bed, in my new home. It was Saturday morning.

Last night had been a late one. I was the co-lead in an intense case at work and the plaintiff’s team had been smoking our ass in court. Last night we’d gotten boxes of newly admitted evidence and every single person stayed well into the AM to sort it out. The other side liked to play dirty and this is how they did it. Little did they know we’d found our smoking gun. Never underestimate Stewart, Stone, and Nowak.

But I’d gotten home and passed out on the couch. Well, I’d gotten home to Harry passed out on the couch with the TV on. He must have tried staying up for me even though I had told him to go home. But he stayed.

I remember the tension leaving my body just seeing him snuggled on the couch, his face a kaleidoscope of colours reflecting off from the TV. I’d met Harry less than a year ago, a meet cute moment where both of us had gone for the same taxi. He’d waved me in like a gentleman and I’d invited him to share it. Turns out we were only going a few blocks from each other.

He was from London, in San Francisco for work. The taxi ride had been 27 minutes in total but in that time it felt like we’d known each other for 27 years.

As soon as I saw him on the couch, I’d dropped my jacket there, and gotten in beside him. He’d barely stirred, and I passed out pretty quickly thereafter.

I sit up and the sham that was draped over me falls over the side of the bed. I check my watch, still on my wrist. It was past 7. A solid 4.5 hours—that was a restful night for me ever since I took this case on.

Harry must have carried me to bed, I realize. And I’d been dead to the world while he did.

I never expected to see him again after that taxi ride. Until a few weeks later, he was waiting for me in the courthouse lobby. He’d looked me up, saw I had a case that morning, and waited. It was his last week in San Francisco and he wanted to take me on a date. He hadn’t stopped thinking about me, he’d said. I hadn’t either.

I’d dated plenty before him, had several boyfriends, even a situationship. Harry was the first guy I ever felt relaxed around. From that first date he made sure I felt cared for, that I was happy—he was unafraid to put me first. Even when he had to go back to London and we were long distance for three and a half months, we were always talking.

I’d felt unwanted before. Those were the days I chased after boys that only liked me for doing the chasing. Never did they actually want me. Because when they got me, they’d leave and keep me chasing them forever. Harry had never once been shy about the fact that he wanted me. That he chose me over everything.

We were always running towards each other. Never after each other.

I blink away the sleepiness and notice Harry had put me in a tshirt. It was the little things.

That’s when I hear the voices coming from downstairs. Harry…and my mom.

It was time to get up.

“Good morning princess,” my mom spots me first. I looked bad this morning—even though Harry had attempted to take my makeup off whenever he’d taken me to bed, and replaced my slacks for shorts, I still had craters for eye bags and a tangled bedhead, and dehydrated and inflamed skin from sleeping with makeup. But mom never stopped calling me princess.

“Harry and I were just making pancakes,” she points to the griddle behind her. God, mom loved Harry. It was weird because she’d only ever met 2 of my boyfriends since I started dating as a teen. She hated both of them and was never shy about it. All the others she’d heard about over the phone or a late night snack at her house back when she lived close to where I worked. She hated them all equally. “We’re worried you’re not eating enough.”

I catch eyes with Harry, it was a constant argument with us. But it was hard to eat with a regular appetite when I was so close to the end of big cases. He knew that. He used my mom as a shield to push his own agenda, they worked as a team like that.

But it never made me mad. It was more caring than any ex had ever been.

“Pancakes are your favourite,” Harry says while towel-drying his hands. He’d been ‘washing up’, as he would say with his accent.

“They are,” I say as he walks around the island to me and kisses my cheek. He was always weirdly chaste around my mom, nothing like his behaviour late nights in bed.

Mom grins at me from behind him. She was obsessed.

So was I though.

“Let’s eat!” Mom says. “C’mon, we gotta eat before they get cold. Y/N grab the fruit behind you.”

“Sure mom,” I grab the bowl she prepared. Harry watches mom leave the kitchen with the pancakes and syrup. As soon as she’s out of sight he tugs me right against him.

“Y’know you don’t have to wait for her to leave to be my boyfriend?”

“Is that what I am?” He nuzzles my neck. “I thought I was just your boy-toy.”

“Nah,” I let him kiss me even though we’re both smiling. “My boy-toy’s like, 5 years younger than you are.”

“Yeah well, he’s not the one trying to take your makeup off at 5am while you talk about invoices and flash drives.”

“Oops,” I must have been talking about our smoking gun in my sleep. I couldn’t even rest unconscious. “Thank you for that. You could have left me on the couch.”

“Maybe if I was your boy-toy. But I’m your strong English boyfriend, I take you to bed.”

“And you do it so well,” I pat his arm condescendingly, stealing one more kiss before skirting away. I leave him chuckling in the kitchen and gathering the coffee for breakfast.

Before Harry, I didn’t realize love could be so selfless. That it didn’t have to hurt all the time. That one person could be enough.

“Y/N?” Mom asks. “What do you think?”

“Huh?” I’d gotten lost in thought and I see Harry smirk. I guess I was just staring at him.

“For your dad’s birthday coming up?!” She sighs. “I’ve been talking about his dinner—Harry said he has to go back to London the week before. I thought we could do a birthday dinner early so Harry can be there. You know your dad would like that.”

He would. My dad was just as keen on Harry, telling me that he was good for me—the way a man should be. Those were his exact words.

I remember I’d been confused at first when Harry and I started long-distance dating. He was more stable and consistent than relationships I’d had where we lived inches apart. Being long-distance, I’d only missed him physically when we were apart, he was still there for me in every other way.

When he officially transferred to his San Francisco office 5 months ago, he had surprised me. I remember opening my door to him standing there with flowers and macarons—my favourite dessert. I’d nearly smashed them all when I screamed and threw myself onto him.

After that moment I knew I was done with romanticizing dysfunction and compromising. His love was healthy and pure, and it was for me.

I tried my best to give that to him in return. Lately I’d been a bad girlfriend working long hours and barely seeing him. But I’d make it up to him. He didn’t know this but I’d booked the same flight to London with him, that’s why mom was trying to move dad’s birthday dinner up. So I’d be there too.

“Sounds great,” I say. “That way we can all make it.”

“Perfect I’ll make us a reservation.” Mom picks up her phone and begins typing on it with one finger, one key at a time. She tsks, “Oh why is it doing this now.”

“Here Mrs. Y/l/n,” Harry holds his hand out. “What are you trying to do.”

“This new update has been driving me crazy,” she hand her phone to Harry. He glances at me and we bite back a smile. Mom was notorious for being Bad at Technology. But Harry was always patient and tried teaching her.

“The search bar’s on the bottom now,” Harry shows her. “That’s where you type it in.”

“It was fine at the top why do they always have to move it around, gah I’ll just do this on a computer.”

“Yeah no rush mom,” I say.

“Well I’ll clear the table now. I need to get going soon I have a squash game at half eight.”

“Yeah I need be in by then.” Court opened at 9:30 today and I had to be there a half hour early to submit what we had.

“You two stay here,” mom begins piling plates. She’s surprisingly strong when she snatches the mug Harry’s trying to take away himself. “Let me clean up. Then I’ll be out of your hair.”

“Thanks for the breakfast mom!” I shout as she heads away. Harry echoes a thank you.

“Don’t thank me,” I hear her mumble as she walks away.

Me and Harry are left grinning at each other. He holds his hand out on the table and I clasp his.

“Your mum’s sweet.”

“My mum,” I tease him. I keep his hand held as I go around the table to his seat. He tugs me down onto his lap. “Did you actually call your mom mummy as a kid?”

“Did you call your mum mommy?” Harry asks in a decent American accent.

“Maybe,” I smile.

“Maybe.” He replies.

“I’ll just ask your mum when I meet her someday.”

“She really does want to meet you.” He says seriously. “She thinks I’m deliberately keeping you away.”

“Maybe you are, so she can’t answer all the burning questions I have about you.”

“I can just imagine you and her teaming up against me. My sister will join in too.”

I’d met his sister a few months back when she visited. We hit it on immediately just like Harry and I had. It was a bit of a relief.

“I can’t wait to swap stories over breakfast with your mom.”

“Oh you’d love her breakfast,” Harry smiles fondly. I feel a twinge then, sometimes I wondered if he ever got homesick. Especially when he talked about memories from home. “She does the best English breakfast. You’d have to try black pudding though.”

I crinkle my nose, “Isn’t that the one with the blood?”

“Mmmm it sure is,” he grips my hips and a shiver shoots up my spine.

“Gross! Why would anyone eat that? Or your-what’s that other pudding thing? The one you tried making last winter that’s all puffy-“

“Yorkshire.” He smiles.

“You literally poured hot oil on your mixture. It’s clogging my pores just thinking about it.”

“That’s it. You’re coming to London before the year is over and you’re going to be begging for more when you have a proper roast. What I made at home was a pathetic attempt.”

“Mmm I don’t get it.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “I just don’t get English food. It’s like people who wear crocs, or golf on TV, I don’t get it.”

“You just descibed,” Harry tucks my hair behind my ear, “the perfect date. We’re sorted for the weekend.”

I laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“But I love you.” I kiss him. He pulls me back to him when I part.

“I love you.”

“I really do need a shower before I head in though,” I remind him.

“Maybe I’ll join you,” he says low enough so my mom can’t hear.

“If you’re brave enough with mom still here.” I tease.

“Okay hon,” she pops out of nowhere. “I’m heading out. Good luck with court today.”

“Thanks mom.” I get up and give her a big squeeze. “I appreciate you dropping by.”

“Of course. And I’ll drop dinner by tonight I saw the state of your fridge, you should clean that thing out y/n.”

“Yess mom,” I roll my eyes. Harry snickers behind me. Mom should see his fridge, it was half beer cans and takeout containers.

While mom tells Harry about the dinner she would drop by for us I get a headstart on my shower. It was already quarter to 8 and I couldn’t waste any more time.

Harry joins me shortly after, he lowers my hands when he gets in and washes my hair slowly with care. I nearly pass out in the shower with how good his fingers feel on my scalp.

“Thank you,” I turn to him after I wash it out.

“Don’t mention it love,” he kisses my temple.

“Harry,” I suddenly feel choked up. I think his scalp massage had unblocked some chakra stuff because I’m suddenly overwhelmed with feeling.

“What?” He tilts my face up.

“I’m just…I’m the luckiest girl in the world.”

“Nonsense.” He swipes my tear away even though the stream of water makes it all the same.

“No I…I never thought I’d meet someone like you. I used to think love was hurting. It doesn’t make sense anymore-“

“Like golf on TV.”

“Yeah,” I laugh and it breaks up the knot in my throat. “Yeah like golf on TV. Now being in love feels like soccer-“

“Football.”

“Soccer,” I correct him. He grins. “It makes sense to me.”

“If you didn’t have work in 30 minutes,” Harry pulls me into him and crushes me against him. It feels good, like being held together. “You’d be face down in bed in the next 10 seconds.”

“Where’s this Harry when my mom’s around.” I tease.

“This Harry’s just for you.” He says just as he turns the shower off. I draw away as he grabs us some towels and I watch him with an unbreakable joy; if it was physical it could illuminate this tiled shower and bounce around the whole room.

He was the reason I got through all these gruelling hours for court. Because I knew I had someone waiting for me, that I could steal an hour away with, and it would leave me refuelled enough for another 24 hour work-day.

“Why are you smiling at me like that,” Harry asks as he hands me the towel. I shake my head and wrap it around me. He watches as I blow dry my hair, kissing my shoulder when I’m done.

“I’ll leave when you leave. Should I drop you off to the office?”

“Please?” I ask. “That’d give me an extra 5 minutes.”

His face lights up.

“No,” I say as he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. “No Harry I have to be early!”

“I only need 2,” he says as he launches me onto the bed. “Maybe 3.”

I pretend to be annoyed but I inch up in bed as he makes his way over and I can’t think of a better way to spend the extra 5 minutes. Or 10. Oops.

If the old me ever met the new me, she’d probably try to stop me. She didn’t know what love could look like. That it could be a gentle smile, a drive in to work, making sure you’re eating, helping your mom out with her phone, or washing your hair for you in the shower.

I’d tell her—the old me, that it was as simple as this: I wanted him, only him. And he wanted me too.

[thefrontofmymind]

Sunrays (Ross MacDonald x Reader)

a/n: just a short lil something while I was in the mood! Any feedback is appreciated :))

It was too early in the morning–for you, that is, for Ross it was the middle of the night and you knew he’d adjusted to the timezone and he’d be well asleep by now. You didn’t mind though, you hadn’t seen him in person in over a month and you just missed him so much–as he did you, telling you on every Facetime call and every ‘good morning’ text.

You walked down the silent hotel hallway with the room key that John had secretly organised for you to pick up at the front desk. 

1106…1108…1110…1112.

You stood in front of Ross’ door. It suddenly dawned on you that you were breaking into his hotel room in the middle of the night, while he was presumably sound asleep. And that was not how you wanted to start your visit.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket, dialling his number like you’d done each night for the past month. You heard his muffled ringtone on the other side of the door. Four rings before he finally picked up.

“Hello?” He said groggily.

“Did I wake you?” You asked.

“Nah, I just-” He yawned. “I was just drifting off…”

“I’m sorry, darling…”

“It’s early for you, isn’t it?”

You were almost giddy with the thought that he had no idea you were just on the other side of his door.

“It’s not too bad, I just couldn’t wait to tell you.”

“Tell me what?” He asked. You could practically hear the confusion in his voice.

“I think you might have some room service,” you answered in a whisper.

“It’s the middle of the night!” He chuckled.

“Just open the door, will you?! I feel like some kind of stalker out here!”

In a flash, he’d hung up the phone and bolted out of bed to open the door. When you finally laid eyes on him, you breathed a sigh of relief you didn’t know you had. You’d never have forgotten what he looked like, but photos and videos just didn’t do his beauty justice. Within seconds you were caught in one of his bear hugs that just about knocked you over. You missed his scent, the security of his arms, the softness of his beard that was currently pressed against your forehead as he held you to his chest.

“What-how?” He asked once he finally found the strength to pull away from you.

“Decided to finally use some of my PTO to come see you,” you answered with a smile. “Sorted it with Waughy and Jamie.”

“I knew they were acting weird tonight!” He grinned, pulling you in for another hug. “Let’s get to bed.”

You hadn’t had such a peaceful sleep since Ross left for tour. His body kept you warm without feeling suffocated by the stacks of blankets you used to try to replace him in his absence. And for the first time in a long time, you didn’t have any dreams of Ross that would leave you desperately longing for him when you woke up.

You couldn’t sleep much–the jet lag was getting to you–but you didn’t mind, you were happy just laying next to your sleeping boyfriend, being lulled into a meditative state by his soft snores.

Soon, orange rays of sunlight began to peak through the open curtains. You couldn’t take your eyes off Ross’ face as the beams of light contorted over the bridge of nose, then illuminating the red tinges in his beard and highlighting his long, dark eyelashes resting against the bags under his eyes–that you couldn’t help but notice were just a couple shades darker than when he left a month prior.

You almost jumped out of your skin when you saw one of his eyes peak open. Their bright amber colour in the morning sun could only remind you of peaceful mornings back home, when you’d sleep in ‘till 10 and then spend the whole day watching movies on your sofa. You so dearly missed those kinds of mornings.

“Are you watching me sleep?” He asked in a low, gravelly voice.

“I can’t help it,” you giggled. “I could just stare at you forever.”

Ross grinned smugly, stretching, before lightly grabbing your arm and pulling into his side. “Creep.”

[normalcannibalism]

(sketches + other stuff under cut)

sketches . little wendy was originally a warm up sketch for me to figure out how to draw her and figure out her colours, but i liked her enough to fully finish her, yay. you can kinda see my struggle to figure out what eye colour to do but. i finished drawing wendy and jusr gave up so no eye colour for her ^_^ or any sp character i may draw. probably. dont have much to say, i did kinda struggle for a bit with them tho

bg stuff. the first wendyls were originally warm up sketches, like the little wendy but i liked them. but now enough to finish them so i snuck them in the bg. phone is meant to reference call girl, she's also te picture on the phone wowwwwww. i originally wanted to fully draw call girl like how i did with wendy and wendyl, but her outfit was just too confusing for my brain at the time so. phone bg . nothing to say about the little tiny wendys and the dont fuck with wendy testaburger, i think the wendyl is funny to see like this. you can tell i just. idk how to word it, you know what i did right

finished character art. or whateber you call it. i dont habe anything to say, these are pretty. basic for me but i dont think i've ever done anything in the same style as the little wendy? there's a few flaws i can see with the wendy and wendyl but i think those are just. things no one else will notice, so i'm not gonna lose my mind trying to fix it. i am overall happy with all of these though, and this piece in general.

this art is now the one that took me the longest to draw, the last one's time being like. 11 hours? 12 hours? god. this one also definitely took me slightly longer than this time as i had to start on a new canvas. i don't think the last one is posted here, it could honestly be lost to time?? unless i have it in my archival discord server... idk.

anyways, hi hello. i am watching south park with my brother rn, but i have been a weird little freak and watching a bunch of video essays about it too so. i'm Not going in spoiler free, neither is my brother ithink? idk he's watched a bit of it, he's played the games i know that for sure. this weird fixation i'm having is rtgame's fault (joke) because i was watching nothing but his sot and fbw vods for weeks :') i feel somewhat guilty about it but. i enjoyed what i saw. idk man. wendy is one of my favourites rn. that could change. idk. a. i dont really have much to say, i am just. here. this took me ages to draw wtf. uhhhh bg. blame my brother if you hate me now because i posted this, he told me to post this ^_^ his fault. fuck him (joke)

sorry this was so long, thanks for lookign at it if you did :) bye

[alexiavettel]

chapter two

“The world was whole then, the sun and moon together as one”

pairing: charles leclerc x fem¡stroll!reader

word count: 1.4k+

warnings: asshole!charles, asshole!reader, mentions of Jules (this one actually trigger me), google translator italian/french, light mentions of death

disclaimer: any photo used is not supposed to represent the reader, are all Pinterest pics that matches the context

PS: reader is a slytherin (just like me) sorry if you don’t see yourself in this house but just matches perfectly with her personality.

⇦⇦⇦ previous part

(Y/N) Stroll POV:

I fixed the straps of my Ferrari red dress which in my opinion is RIDICULOUS to dress up in this specific colour. Okay, I’m not gonna lie I look pretty hot in this tone of red but I look hot in every tone of red so fuck it. I think I would look prettier in my classic green but let’s keep this in mind for the season start gala he’s gonna have to wear a dark green suit at least.

Got my keys, purse and mobile and headed to my Aston Martin Valhalla that my dad gave it to me (exclusive till the moment because customers will only order at the middle of 2023).

•

“Wow dressed up all for me?” Charles annoying Leclerc smirked while hugging me and kissing my cheek (ew this feels so weird).

“Unfortunately yes. But good news for me is that you are wearing a green suit in the gala next week in exchange” I didn’t told anyone yet but he doesn’t need to know.

“Absolutely not! Binotto is going to kill me”

“I talk with him about it no problem, sweetheart” I said while seating and opening the menu.

“Already knows what you’ll eat?” I asked after some minutes in weird silence.

“Probably a carbonara, the pasta in this place is amazing. You should try it”

“Well I’ll ask for some tagliatelle” I stand up my arm to call the waiter.

“It’s a Italian restaurant (Y/n) they speak Italian, let me do the talk for you mon ange”

“Prenderemmo uno tagliatelle, uno spaghetti alla carbonara e un vino per favore” I said smiling right after rolling my eyes at the driver.

“Qualche preferenza per il vino?”

“Voglio un Castello Tricerchi Brunello di Montalcino, grazie”

“I-I didn’t know you speak Italian” he gasped?

“Now you do” I forced a smile (god this is also entering the list of best moments, he looks soo taken back)

“S-So Lorenzo gave me a couple of questions we should do to know each other better in case the reporters ask us” he said picking his phone to show me a WhatsApp message with a bunch of questions.

“For real?? Shoot it, so we can end this up faster”

“Okay, favourite colour?”

“Your’s red mine’s green and black”

“Obsessed” he faked a cough “Do you have any pets?”

“Yeah, I got a Doberman named Sirius”

“From Sirius Black, like the Harry Potter one?”

“Yeah” god, where’s the food?

“Wait. What’s your Hogwarts house?” He asked like is the most important question ever.

“I’m a slytherin, for sure the best one” sorry not sorry.

“Hm I thought so, you kinda look a bit like Voldemort”

“Says the one who looks like one of Malfoy’s friends”

“Excuse me!? Whatever, back to pets I don’t got any. But I would like to have a little dog, nothing like a Doberman they’re scary-“

“He’s actually pretty cute but he’s trained so I can make him bite your flat ass” I would pay good money to watch this scene.

“Best moment in F1”

“Silverstone podium, last year” a hard race but I got my best result there. A P3 with Bottas in P2 and Lewis in P1.

“Monza, 2019” he smiles gently but drop it when reads the next question.

“Worst moment in F1”

“Jules’ accident” I answer without thinking twice.

This is actually one of my worst memories ever, Charles was lucky for didn’t get to see it in person like I did. I couldn’t sleep properly because of the nightmares for 3 weeks straight. Jules took care of me when I was younger, specially because I always competed against his godson so we always were together, he was kinda a big brother figure for me. He knew that my father payed more attention in my younger brother and he said something once that made me really try to get into F1…

“You’re a good kid (Y/N), you’ve got a long way. Call me crazy but I can see it featured everywhere ‘First female driver in Formula One in decades. The very much first female race winner ever. She came from far but she came to win! (Y/N) Stroll is the winner of the Canadian Grand Prix’” he said with a commentator voice making me laugh.

“I know it’s soo hard to be part of a real team in F1 and being a girl we both know will be even harder but you got to do it. You are stronger than almost all those little boys and you are going to show them in the future, but don’t be too harsh with my little Charles okay? I want to see you guys driving together one day” I tried to smile back at him but I wanted to cry so bad.

“I want to drive with you one day, Jules!” I said hugging his legs.

“I can’t promise that we will but I want to do that too, okay? Gonna make everything possible to make it happen, girl” he ruffled my hair gently.

“Yeah because he already promised me that, you ugly” Charles screamed at me coming out of nowhere “Come fast or I’ll slash your tires”

“I miss him so fucking bad. I was going to say the same thing, at least there’s one thing we agree with” he tried to laugh, and the waiter just arrived with our food.

“If exist something that lift me up from sadness around this topic it’s wine and think that he would be proud of me and my achievements. I like to remember all the memories we got together like me, you, Pierre and Esteban with Jules, Norman and Lorenzo taking care of us and trying to compete in karts but these old bastards almost made us crash every time” he let out a genuine giggle and true smile before trying the wine.

“Hmmm good wine choice”

“I know, it’s one of my favourites. My brother gave me this one as a prank and I ended up liking it”

“So one more question. Biggest dream?”

“Both of us dream in being world champions don’t we?”

“You actually right, ew. Okay, hm your dream travel?” He asked after chewing (disgustingly) his pasta, I swear he eats like a child.

“Don’t know if I have one… Maybe Seychelles, I discovered this place recently but it’s so pretty, like the ocean and the rainforest is incredible in the pics I saw. Or maybe Egypt! I’ve never been there-“

“Okay I got it, you like travelling! I don’t know mine, but I would like to see Argentina better maybe? Now-”

“Wait my BeReal just-“ I love this app but sometimes I would like to uninstall this shit “Give me your hand!”

“What?” When he took my hand in his I took my BeReal without showing his face.

“You don’t have it?” I asked putting my phone back in my purse, just waiting to see my friends' reactions.

“Pierre actually told me to download it but I don’t know”

“Oh come on it’s fun, download it!” I picked up his phone and put in his hands while drinking the end of my glass.

“I mean is kinda cool but what’s the point? What if I’m in the bathroom?”

“The point is being real like showing yourself to your friends without make up, filters, you know just living your life. And when it notifies in the bathroom just put your hand in front of the camera it’s for best”

“Okay…”

•

I’m ABSOLUTELY out of breath after seeing the BeReal’s reactions:

😲 pedritogostoso10: bitch u didn’t told me??? ik this watch is expensive so at least it’s a good catch

😃 howdydannyric: wow good pasta but poor wine choice 🤠

>>> memyselfstroll: just because it isn’t expensive doesn’t mean it’s bad

>>> howdydannyric: whatever you say extreme cheapskates

😍 yourdreamliv: hope you liked the dress in the end 👀❤️

>>> memyselfstroll: i just don’t stop paying you bc if i do some public shit u gonna save my ass!!

😍 thebestleclerc: enjoyed the questions?

>>> memyselfstroll: you dont know how much i hate u rn Lorenzo

If only I could tell Daniel… but he will bring this up till the rest of my life. Well I can tell him we are fake when we go public, I just need to remember that not a lot of people can know about it. In the moment just me, my “boyfriend”, our PRs, my father, my pt and our team principals.

I only can imagine when Danny and Seb get to know it. Not even my brother knows I’m “dating” someone, he’s going to get so frustrated when I tell him it’s fake! This boy try to get me a boyfriend for so many years it’s going to be funny tho.

my taglist!!

hope you enjoyed <3

[tomura-complex]

Babysitter or something more? Part 2

Part 1

I’m sorry it took so long, but I’m back with another part! I hope you will like it and enjoy it. I wish you nice reading &lt;3

Many weeks flew by… I visited Shouta and babysat Eri few more times. But something changed… I have never seen Tenko again. Last time I was at Shouta’s house, he quickly got inside and ran to his room, and then he locked himself up. No greeting, nothing. I felt kind of bad for him. Maybe I scared him. Was I ruder than I should be. “Ten leaves his room almost every night. I always hear him opening the window. And after a long while, he comes back.” Eri mumbled, when we were reading last time.

Her words are stuck in my mind. Last three weeks I didn’t have much time thanks to school, so I didn’t see Shouta and Eri often. Last night… I heard something strange. Something like rustling behind my bedroom window. But it was probably just cat or something. My eyes slowly closed. Last few nights I had trouble with sleeping. I was still hearing something. But tonight, it didn’t take long to fall asleep. Warm breath brushed over my face. I slowly opened my eyes and feel cold breeze and a click. A click of my window. I stood up and look at my window. My heart is beating out of my chest. This isn’t real, I’m just dreaming. I dragged into my kitchen and poured some fresh water. Then I saw something. Little red light in the corner of my kitchen. I stepped to it and looked at it. Wait. I turn on the light and saw a small black box. That’s… that’s a camera. How. How did it get there? I took it off and went back to sleep.

--next week--

Those weird things keep happening. I feel like I’m paranoid and overreacting, but this is too much. I feel like someone is watching me. I found camera in every room, even straight in the shower!  I can’t really sleep. I’m scared that someone will come inside through my window. I even bought lock for every window and my door. Buzzing of my phone snapped me out of the madness.

‘Hi Y/n, I’m sorry, but I really need your help today. We have a lot of work at UA and I need to work overtime today. Could you please look after Eri? I would be really happy if you did so.’ Oh. Maybe spending time with Eri could help me. I answered Shouta a yes and walked out of my apartment. I need to get out.

I helped Eri with her homework and cleaned the kitchen and the living room. “Why are you still shaking? It’s warm here.” Eri mumbled and held my hoodie. “Sorry sweetheart… I think I’m getting sick, so I’m feeling cold.” I smiled at her. Then she beamed. “Ten has a heavy blanket in his room! He wouldn’t mind if you borrowed it.” She beamed and ran to his room. He is still at uni. Maybe… I could borrow it for a little while? I walked right behind her and walked inside his room. It is… a big room full of mess and trash. There is a lot of kitchenware, clothes and emptied cans. I stepped nest to Eri and she handed me the blanket. I thanked her and threw it over me. It feels so warm. We then walked down and I handed her a colouring book. I cuddled into the blanket and watched her. The blanket… feels so warm. And. It smells so nice. I accidentally fell asleep in the warm embrace.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Someone yelled and waked me up. Then they yanked the blanket off me and I fell down. I opened my eyes and shoot up. “Ten! That was rude!” Eri shouted. I rubbed my eyes and turn around. It’s him. He... has changed… “Why didn’t dad let me look after you? Wait. You were in my room? What did I tell you about it?” He shouted. I felt how Eri clenched my hoodie sleeve. I gritted my teeth. “It is your little sister. She wanted to help me. To make me feel better.” I slowly stood up. “You should apologise to her. You’re her older brother.” I grumbled. He looked into my eyes and huffed. Then he turned away and walked into his room. I growled. “Give me one minute.” I smiled at Eri and quietly walked to his room. I politely knocked on his door. Then I entered his room. “Tenko, I’m sorry, but… Eri just wanted to help me-“

My kitchen. My bedroom. My bathroom. My shower. My… my bedroom from another angle. Everything was on the screen. On the screen of his computer. I felt frozen in the place. My heart was in my throat. He... I looked at him terrified. He had an expression of a surprised little innocent boy. He stood up and walked to me. In a glimpse, his expression changed into something even worse. I had sudden urge to empty my stomach… my heart. I ran into the bathroom and fell to my knees. I felt him raise my hair. “Don’t ruin your beautiful hair.” He whispered. After a minute the urge finally stopped. My throat is sore and itching. I hate puking so much. He handed me a glass of water and a towel. I sat down and drank. Then I dried my lips. My whole body is shaking and I feel like I’m freezing. “Ten? What’s wrong with Y/n-chan?” Eri squeaked. I looked at her. “I’m sorry sweetie, but... I don’t feel really well.” “Let’s dress up and walk Y/n home, what do you think? She needs to rest.” Tenko mentioned and Eri started bouncing. “Yes!” She squeaked and ran to dress up. Tenko hold my hands, but I smacked him. I stood up and slowly walked downstairs. I need to get out. Get out of everything. I grabbed my bag, but Tenko smacked my hand and took it from me. “Don’t overdo it.” He grinned. I… I’m scared of him… Eri ran to me and grabbed my hand. I smiled at her and went outside. We slowly walked to my apartment. Of course, that Tenko knows where it is. I grabbed my keys. “Can we go inside? We will make you some tea… Reassure that you have everything…” Tenko mused. “No.” I snapped. Then I saw how Eri got sad. I squatted to her. “I’m sorry sweetie. I will go, so you won’t be sick.” I smiled at her and went inside. As soon as I could I locked myself inside. I panted heavily. My legs trembled. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! This is not good. I look at one of the cameras and gulped. This is not good. I started ripping every camera of and breaking it. It was him. The whole time. It was only and only him. Why did I feel close to him? I was so dumb, oh my god. I took a warm shower and made some tea. Then I looked at the last camera in my bedroom. I feel so dizzy. This is bad. I gulped and stood back up. Why is everything spinning? I took a chair and stood on it. This is really bad. Don’t tell me… don’t tell me that there was something in the water. I rubbed my eyes and looked into the camera. “I hate you.” I whispered and ripped the camera of the wall. I stepped down and quickly grabbed the bed. Everything is spinning. My eyes closed and my body gave up, falling to the ground.

-- two days later--

“Good morning sweetheart. You’re finally awake.” I slowly opened my eyes to… him. I jerked up and looked at him. What is. What. “You weren’t answering the phone more than two days. I was worried. Even my dad was calling you.” He smiled. Then he pulled his blanket up to my face. “You have fever and cough. You drained your body. I bought you medicaments and instant soup. You need something warm. And I will tell Eri and dad that you’re alright. Bye.” He whispered and kissed my hand. He then stood up and looked at me. Then he turned my back to me. “I’m not watching you. Not from now on.” He whispered and walked out of my apartment. Then I heard him locking my apartment’s door. My eyes feel heavy again and the blanket smelled nice I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep and fever dreams.

A/N: Woah. I didn't expect that this would turn out this way! And I think you didn't expect it too ;> Now I wil try and write another part of this mini serie. And I think that would be the last part. (but maybe not ;>) And I hope you will stick with me still another part!

and thank you for your support, it means a lot to me and it always makes my day! &lt;3

Part 3

[christmassavestheyear]

scaled & icy live

an hour, huh? i best get comfy.

it's all under the cut xx

the graphics are kinda funky

OH IS THIS WHERE THE PANSEXUAL FLAG COLOURS CAME FROM OKAY

i can get hype about some pink blue and yellow fr

wait is this meant to be the dema morning show?? thats so fucking funny though. thats actually so fucking funny.

okay wait so in this dema universe, in the lore, twenty one pilots is still a band? tyler joseph and josh dun are still a band?

why is he sad :(

"is that. number 16 cotton candy" bitch ofc it is

YEAH JOSH WHERE ARE YOU

u good tyler

whats with the wookie noises

into choker tho is beautiful

THE STAGE AGH

sorry brief mention to how fucking good josh looks in this video oml

the stressed out bridge coming in there????

wait are these the bishops little minions or smth cause theres too many of them to be the bishops

this is a vibey little live version

man sidenote im so ordering merch this weekend

wait wahts the light thing at the back

is that supposed to be the nine towers?

oh into migraine?? was not expecting that

"depresS" everybody fucking freeze. "ive thoughts."

into morph??

its a little all over the place but in a good way?? does that make sense

wait no bring back tylers agonised screaming

"my personal favourite, mulberry street" i hate you but same

YES MULBERRY STREET

KEEP YOUR BLISS THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH THIS FUCK YEAH

the murals. yes

josh just doin his lil bounce in the back tho

whats with the chick wtih the teddy bear

that guy was not there before was he???

and back to the piano. agh.

the little adlibs afkdlsjfdsklfjsld

see in my head all these dancers are banditos and i will take no argument

in two days i will know this mulberry street choreo by heart. just saying

when tyler and josh are looking for people for their next venture i will be ready. im telling you now.

that girl in the front in the skirt ate that

wait whos this girl

LANE BOY FUCK YEAH

whats with the gas masks? are you my mummy? /ref

wait where did josh's shirt go not that im complaining

anybody want to learn this choreo with me too

wait i wonder if i can convince my partner to do this at our wedding actually (long long way away but i picture it being Highly Amusing)

joshs hair is just so good in this video idec

joshua william dun was that a lip bite and a wink. god fucking damn

oh hello guitar

into chlorine?? okay this setlist is. wow

whats with all of joshs costume changes??

okay tylers coat is eating here now tho

shy away yessss

the set for this is so interesting too

shy awAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

his little dance is so cute stop

also side note josh ate that fit so hard

"it brought tears to my eyes" same, dude. same.

ok that was fucking weird

that shirt should be so ugly so why is he kind of eating

the outside yes

josh in the onesie wtf😭 he's so!!!!!

hey bud where u goin

just casually breakdancing in the street. ok

"shut uP!" lmaooo

the water into the night sky into the backdrop is beautiful

THE UKULELELLELELELLELELE

WAIT HEATHENS ON UKE??? THIS IS GORGEOUS

wait he's in a boat thats so fucking cool

the sets for this are jsut fucking brilliant

i love this being just sort of him and the ukulele. i love it.

torchbearers back yaaaaay

ohhhh jumpsuit???? and the set gives the mv vibes

and then immediately into heavydirtysoul???

tyler periodically turning into a velociraptor is feeding my soul tbh

why are the hosts gradually looking more and more demonic/dead

SATURDAY AYYYYYYY

the disco ball lmaoo

the vibes here are immaculate

wait???? is that jenna?????????????????????

her sweater is so fckn cute tho

him getting off the phone and just going "oooooooooooooooOoOooooooooOOOOOOooOoOOOOOOOOoooooo" is such a mood

the BOOMBOX yES

LEVEL OF CONCERN FUCK YEAH

oooooh the backdrop here is fire?? the colour palette fdjklfjkldj

the remixed vibes of all the songs are fucking slapping. are they available to stream or anything anywhere??

riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide!!!!!!!!

the visuals have been on point this entire video can i just say

also tylers shirt is so cool???

all the horn instruments are intriguing me

josh is so!!!!!!!!!!

car radio!!! car!!!!!!! radio!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this song mostly just makes me want to cry actually. but

wait the mask!!!! the!!!! mask!!!!!

THE MASK IS OFF!!!!

well that was short lived

all the sirens and the freaking out and hes just like 🥰👉👈👏👏

NEVER TAKE IT

everythings on fire. again.

the little adlibs are so fucking cute tho

also i love when tyler just fuckin. screams

the three guitars in the one shot is such a fuckin vibe

the two in the back just clapping😭

and then there were two....

the lil dragon omg

oh look whos back on the couch

choker again????? yay??????

no tyler dont be sad :(

the overhead shot of all the sets>>>>>>>>>

yeah bitches you better clap for them

wAIT THEYRE CLAPPING FOR US

no cause josh and tyler at the end there kdfjfsdjfjdksl cuties

wow okay so much to unpack there im gonna go grab some chocolates and soda water

okay i've got the chocolates and soda water.

wow! so that was quite the experience. i can kind of understand how it all ties in with the clancy storyline, but it also feels like its not really *integrated* in the storyline. at least not for me at this point.

i really really enjoyed that whole video itself, regardless of lore. it was just a very interesting and cool way to present those songs

god i wish!!!!! there was a higher quality video. i couldnt find one on any of the sites i normally use, most of them said they were taken down, so.. :(

i dont really get what was happening with the woman and the man, the hosts? like i get that they were hosting but their whole vibe was off and they kept seeming to look injured/possessed/straight up weird. so.

im gonna take a quick break, maybe 15 minutes, to just draw a little bit and have some food and water and then i'll come back to the saturday video. i'm just sort of losing my focus and i need to do something else rq to kind of get my head back into it! so brb!

[viccyfics]

Femme Fatale

Rating: explicit

Fandom: Ghost band

Relationship: Swiss x Aurora

Words: 1515

Warnings: Tentacle dick, oral sex, sub and dom, mentions of bad aftercare, mentions of bad past relationships

Summary: Sub swiss and Dom Aurora oral to Femme Fetale by Twin Temple

Available here or or Ao3

"Such a good boy," Aurora smirked from behind her desk, applying her deep red lipstick in the mirror, but her eyes were on Swiss' reflection.

He was sat on the edge of the bed, hands behind his back, bead bowed in submission.

"sitting there so nice for me baby."

"Is sex appeal a deadly poison?"

Aurora glanced down at her phone to see what the song playing was, Cirrus had made her the playlist telling her that it would help a lot in the bedroom and so far the air ghoulette had been telling the truth.

What she wasn't expecting to see was the text notification from Cumulus;

"Make sure to fuck him hard and collect his soul Princess xx"

"I'm in the mood for destruction"

She couldn't help but shake her head with a chuckle, she had noticed very early on that the other ghoulettes had an almost game when it came to fucking Swiss and she was loving all the advice they had given her.

She had always been a very dominant ghoul even while in the pit, but there was an added layer of excitement with all the new sensations that came with being top side.

The toys were also a bonus.

"Don't be afraid of my pretty weapon Tell me what is so sinister about a woman?"

Placing her lipstick back down the desk. She slowly made her way to the tall ghoul.

Her hips swaying to the music, her tight underwear did nothing to hide the bulge of her tentacle trying to escape.

Swiss glanced up at her, both enjoying this angle. His eyes quickly caught sight of the squirming appendage, his mouth salivating at the image of it.

"We're all born with original sin"

"I like it when you're quiet like this." The multi-ghoulette mused, her hand coming up to cup Swiss' left cheek.

"Do you promise not to bite me?" she asked, although joking, she asked the question every time she put anything in his mouth that was a part of her body.

"I choose to use mine on men"

Swiss nodded in reply.

"You can talk baby, it's okay. You know I need you to actually answer me."

"No Mistress, I won't bite."

"La Femme Fatale

Come and follow me"

"Do you think you could take it down your throat?" The top of her tentacle was now slipping its way out the waist and, a little too early for her liking, but considering it had a mind of its own when it wanted to, it was doing an okay job of behaving.

"Into ruin and ecstasy"

That was all it took for Aurora to pull her lace panties roughly down her thighs one-handedly, using the hand still cupping Swiss' cheek to push his head forward a little.

The tentacle moved to try and reach out for the ghoul, the tip deepening in colour as it started to drop onto the floor.

"La Femme Fatale

God forbid I speak"

"Ah, shit..." Aurora hissed out as Swiss opened his mouth allowing the tentacle to find its place inside.

"Just shut up and kiss me"

Swiss licked his tongue from the base near her vaginal opening and back to the tip, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

"I'm sorry women are necessary

To the survival of humanity"

"Just like that" she groaned, her hand moving from his cheek to the back of his head to grip at his locs to push the tentacle further into his mouth.

It certainly wasn't the longest in the band, or thickest for that matter, but Swiss still found it to be his favourite so far, but he'd never tell anyone but Aurora that.

"Such a good boy."

"lie with me, commit crimes with me"

Aurora couldn't handle this position anymore. Just standing there felt weird, but she couldn't help but love having Swiss look up to her.

She thought for a second before pushing his head back slightly and lifting her left leg, putting her bare foot down on the bed next to Swiss' thigh to give him more access.

"Use your hands baby, It's okay."

"I'm your nightmare, I'm your fantasy"

Pulling both hands quickly from behind his back, the right one gripped Aurora's thigh to keep her from pulling away as he sucked the appendage that was starting to wiggle down his throat.

And his left, going underneath her to stroke a finger along her folds.

"It kills you to love a lady like me"

"Fuck, Swiss just like that!" the ghoulette moaned when two fingers sunk into her body with a squelch.

Swiss let out a small moan, sending vibrations straight through the tentacle, pushing Aurora further into her lust-clouded mind.

"Well one day I'll put you out of your misery"

Swiss could feel the tentacle doing its best to try and stretch out to push past his uvula, but with no such luck.

His tongue still ran up and down its length, twirling around the tip and repeating.

"We're all born with original sin"

"Keep doing that!" Aurora cried out, both hands in Swiss' hair tightening, her thigh flush against his head.

She could feel herself getting close to the edge, and she knew Swiss wasn't far behind.

"I choose to use mine on men"

"Don't stop!" This was it, the final stretch before she came.

The final stretch until Swiss' mouth would be filled with her fluid.

"La Femme Fatale

Come and follow me"

Swiss moaned again, adding a third finger into the squirming ghoulette, his fingers pumping to no particular rhythm, her g-spot being stroked every time he pulled them out and pushed back in.

"Into ruin and ecstasy"

"Keep doing that baby." Aurora stuttered out, her legs shaking, "I'm about to cum, please don't stop!"

Swiss glanced up at her, most of his view being the hair brushing against his face, but he did catch a few glimpses of her face, sweaty and red, eyes rolled to the back of his head, lips trembling.

Gorgeous.

He knew better than to change up his movements now, even though his jaw was aching, his tongue was growing tired, and his hand was cramping up.

And the tentacle in his mouth kept thrashing slightly as Aurora's orgasm grew closer.

"La Femme Fatale

God forbid I speak"

"I'm coming!" Aurora cried out, her claws digging into Swiss' scalp, making him exhale through his nose in pain.

The tentacle jerked, her cum filling his mouth and spilling out from between his lips.

Aurora pulled away, her arms dropping down to her side and her shaking leg coming off of the bed.

She let herself drop to the floor in front of Swiss.

"Just shut up and kiss me"

The ghoulette looked up at Swiss from the floor, he had put his hands back behind his back, making no move to clean up his face.

His cheeks bulged as he refused to swallow until given the all-clear making Aurora giggle.

"You can swallow baby, it's okay."

Doing as he was told, Swiss tilted bus head back to Swallow it all at once.

"I'm sorry women are necessary

To the survival of humanity"

"Are you okay?" Aurora asked, not trusting her still shaking legs to lift her onto the bed just yet.

"I'm okay." Swiss spoke his voice hoarse.

"Did you drop?" Aurora queried putting her head on Swiss' knee.

"We're all born with original sin"

"No, but I don't know if we're done or not." Swiss muttered truthfully, looking away from the ghoulette.

"I choose to use mine on men"

"We're done baby, let's go clean you up."

"Thanks, Rory."

"La Femme Fatale

Come, follow me"

Aurora placed a hand on Swiss' knee, her head now lifted to help push herself up to her feet.

Swiss watched her carefully, keeping an she on her to make sure she didn't fall over as she grabbed a towel each for the both of them.

"Into ruin and ecstasy"

Heading towards the joined bathroom, Swiss could hear her turn on the water for the bath.

"Oh!" Aurora gasped, shocked to see Swiss in the doorway.

"I was gonna come get you." She commented.

"La Femme Fatale

God forbid I speak"

"You're getting in with me aren't you?" Swiss asked looking down at her with a small frown in his lips.

"Of course I am, I'm not just going to leave you after a scene."

"Just shut up and kiss me"

"I know you wouldn't!" Swiss gasped, worried about upsetting the small ghoulette. "It's just.." he paused not sure of what to say.

"I'm sorry women are necessary

To the survival of humanity"

"You've been left without aftercare?" Aurora asked putting the pieces together herself.

Swiss nodded with a sad look on his face, "It was a long time ago, Don't worry."

"Na na, na na na na na na"

Aurora stepped towards him to help pull off his t-shirt, "Let's get in the bath, have a cuddle and get you some food okay?"

"Je suis la belle dame sans mercy!"

"Sounds perfect, Roy."

[tracingpatternswrites]

The Patchwork of Us | Chapter 3

The boys are still not quite seeing eye to eye, but Remus gets some much desired alone time with Teddy and then the three of them visit an indoor playing centre.

Read the whole thing from the beginning on AO3.

Snippet below the cut:

“Did you like my mum?”

The question came out of the blue and Remus froze, looking down at the book he was holding.

“What?” he asked, even though he had heard the question perfectly well, just needing to buy himself some time.

They were at the kitchen table in Sirius’ house; Teddy had just finished his homework and had moved on to drawing. It looked as if his focus was on the dog he was colouring in rather than the question, but Remus had a feeling that the boy was more interested in his answer than he was letting on.

He was suddenly grateful that Sirius wasn’t there. Remus had picked Teddy up at school and walked him home, waiting with him until Sirius got back from whatever it was he was doing. Working, Teddy had said, but when Remus had asked what he did for a job the reply had made little sense and he got the feeling Teddy wasn’t completely sure himself.

“He helps people and sometimes he wears a tie but he hates it,” Teddy had said, and Remus had drawn a blank on what kind of job that could possibly be. Whatever it was it, however, meant he couldn’t pick Teddy up from school and that was why Remus was keeping Teddy company.

Now he was glad that Sirius wasn’t there to hear Teddy’s question, or his reply. He always felt awkward talking about Teddy’s mum when Sirius could hear him. He wasn’t surprised at the question though, he felt as if the boy had been gearing up for it the past few times they’d been hanging out.

“Did you?” Teddy prompted again and Remus exhaled softly, closing his book and setting it down on the table.

“I did,” he replied softly. “I liked her very much.”

“Did you love her?”

Remus hesitated. He didn’t want to lie to Teddy, he had promised himself that he would be as truthful as he possibly could be.

“I’m not sure,” he replied slowly. “We didn’t…we weren’t together for very long.”

“Why not?” Teddy asked, and he wasn’t pretending to draw anymore, his bright eyes firmly on Remus. “Because you wasn’t in love?”

“No, it wasn’t that,” Remus replied carefully, choosing a white lie rather than the complete truth. “Your mum was really funny and sweet and we liked each other very much, but we were better off as mates.”

“Hm,” Teddy said, returning to his drawing.

“Teddy,” Remus started, then he stopped but when Teddy put down his pen he made himself continue. “I’m really sorry about your mum.”

“I know,” Teddy said quietly. “Me too. I miss her a lot sometimes.”

“I understand that,” he murmured, unsure what else he was supposed to say but before he had a chance to figure it out, his phone rang and Sirius’ name was flashing on the display. He was due back any moment, so the fact that he was calling wasn’t a great sign.

“Sirius? Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” the other man’s voice came, and Remus wasn’t sure if he was imagining it or if he sounded stressed. “Listen, sorry, I’m running late, it’s a fucking mess over here. I’ve asked James to come and stay with Teddy until I get back but he’s still about half-an-hour out, can you stay until he gets there?”

Remus glanced at the boy who had gone back to his drawing, and he stood up to walk over to the glass doors leading out to the backyard. He turned his back on Teddy.

“I can stay,” he said into the phone, his voice low. “I mean, until you’re back. I don’t mind.”

The silence stretched, and Remus could all but hear Sirius’ mind working on the other end of the line. No doubt trying to come with an excuse to say no.

“Please,” he said when there was no reply, and he hated the pleading note to his voice almost as much as he hated the fact that Sirius held all the power in this weird relationship. “I’m already here, it makes more sense that I just stay instead of James having to get all the way over here in rush hour.”

“Put Teddy on,” came Sirius’ reply eventually and Remus did, handing the phone over to the boy.

“Sirius,” he said as a way of explanation and Teddy accepted the phone.

“Hi?” Teddy said, and aside from a couple of yesses and some humming, Sirius seemed to do most of the talking before he handed the phone back to Remus. “He wants to speak to you again.”

Remus took the phone and pressed it against his ear, “Yeah?”

“You can stay,” Sirius said, his tone brusque. “I’ll probably be back around half nine, he should be in bed no later than eight. There’s leftovers in the fridge that you can heat. If anything happens – anything – call James, I’ll text you his number.”

“Okay,” Remus nodded, feeling a little flutter in his chest. “Thank you.”

“Yeah,” Sirius bit out. “Don’t fuck it up.”

Remus didn’t have a chance to reply before the line went dead, and he felt a flare of annoyance in his chest as he stared at the quiet phone.

“Arsehole,” he mumbled to himself, making sure it wasn’t loud enough for Teddy to hear before he took a deep breath. 

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Chapter Fourteen (Part 2)

When my phone buzzes in my pocket I feel a jolt of anxious nausea, but still, whip it out so quickly that it almost slips out of my gloved hand. I release my thumb to tap the screen, anticipating another message from Dean, but this time it isn’t him. 

It’s Jude. 

A weird half-laugh half-cry escapes me and my stomach flutters. The last person I ever thought would message me, as I fully expected to never have to hear from him again, but here he is, lighting up my phone on an ordinary Friday afternoon. Curiously I open the message. 

Thought you’d followed me to Berlin. 

He writes. Quickly followed by a photo of a girl standing ahead of him in a bakery. She has the same coat as I do, and the same hair cut and colour. She really does look like me. I watch the little dots bounce as he types another message.

Looks like you have a German doppelganger.

A smile quirks on my lips, I can’t help it, and then quickly I open my camera and point it up towards a corner of the Cathedral eaves where a horrible gothic gargoyle sits guard with its grotesque little mouth wide open in a silent scream. I giggle softly to myself as I zoom in on it. 

So weird. 

I type back, attaching the photo. 

Because I just saw your doppelganger too. 

I’m glad that there’s nobody around to see how self-satisfied I am, smiling at my own joke. 

Yikes, spitting image.  Still snowing, I see.

Relentlessly. 

So much for springtime. Weather in that country is so fucked. 

I frown. There he goes again with that “your country, that country” stuff. 

Wait, are you not Irish anymore? I remember you making a bit of a song and dance out of the ‘half’ part when I met you. 

Fair enough. Weather in OUR country is fucked. 

Ah yeah, that’s more of it now. Too late Jude, you’ve already disowned us. As a collective nation we’re devastated.

I smirk as I tease him, beginning to pace around, feeling charged with new energy, but then my heart leaps to my throat when my phone comes alive in my hand, buzzing with a phone call from him. I hit accept. 

“Hello?”

His voice comes down the line, deep and low in my ear. “Sorry, I just wanted to infer from your tone whether you’re annoyed or amused.”

I smirk. “Insecure, much?”

He laughs and I hear something crinkle on his end. “Well, alright, I knew you were amused, I just didn’t want to juggle eating my lunch with one hand and trying to text you with the other.”

“What did you get?”

“Hm?”

“In the bakery, like, what did you get for lunch?” 

“Oh, it’s like a multigrain bread roll thing. With cheese and salami.”

“Sounds nice.”

I hear him take a bite out of it. “Mhm. And for after I got this thing called a Puddingteilchen.”

“Sounds enticing.” I say, giggling at the goofy German accent he just put on.

“It’s essentially a vanilla pastry, they love things with gluten here, I try as many new foods as I can.”

“Mhm, how adventurous.”

“I’m in a very ‘trying-new-things’ phase at the moment. What did you have for lunch?”

“A flat white.” 

“Explains why you’re eating vicariously through me.”

I laugh. “Well if there were any food places open I might have gotten something more substantial, right now, honestly the caffeine is just making me feel jittery.”

“Oh no.” 

I walk out of the Christchurch grounds and start ambling back down Dame Street with the phone pressed to my ear. “I’m looking right now and there’s genuinely nothing to eat, I swear they’re treating this snowfall like it’s the apocalypse.”

“They always do that, don’t they?” He says, and then quickly corrects himself. “Oh, sorry, we always do that. We, the collective Irish people, a group to which I still very much belong and have not dissociated myself from now that I live abroad.” 

I roll my eyes and chuckle. “Okay, I get it. You think I’m dramatic.” 

“Never.”

“So what are you doing today? Do you have college?”

“On Fridays I only have classes in the morning, so actually, right now I’m about to go looking for a costume.”

“A costume? For what?” 

“This party I’m going to next month.” He says. “I’m looking for something from the eighties.”

“There’s an 80’s theme?”

“80’s movies, so like, specifically a character from a famous flick. I can’t just be some generic 80’s man. These people have strict rules.”

“Aha, so is this some kind of ticketed event?”

“No, it’s a house party.”

“Strict rules for a house party.”

“You have no idea.” He laughs and I hear him moving about, presumably getting up from wherever he had been sitting to begin walking around. I try to imagine where he might be, but having never been to Berlin it’s difficult to visualise the way that the streets might look. “My friends, the ones hosting the party, they do this all the time. There’s always a theme and you have to adhere to it directly otherwise you don’t get to come in.”

“Yikes.”

“I know, and really, I’m not a costume guy, at least I wasn’t. I showed up to the first party, which, by the way, was themed as ‘Wild West’, in jeans and a t-shirt. They asked me where my cowboy hat was and then closed the door in my face.” 

“Wow, that’s intense.”

“Yes, but it’s all in the name of creativity, I guess. Astrid likes going to them, actually, it’s where we met, so I try to make my best effort.”

His mention of Astrid makes me feel some kind of strange way, but I ignore my unsettlement. “So what are you thinking for this one?”

“Well, any ideas?”

“Hmmm… Marty McFly?” 

He laughs. “There will be at least three other Marty McFlys. Red puffer vest and blue jeans? Too easy.” 

“Well excuse me! You asked for a suggestion.”

“I was hoping for a good one.” 

“I forgot how sassy you are.”

“You missed that about me, I bet.”

“Did you assume I missed anything about you?” There’s a pause then, in which I instantly feel horrible, and the feeling only increases the longer he waits before saying anything. 

“Well-” He starts, but there seems to be a delay in the line as I end up cutting him off with my next panicked words. “So what idea did you have for a costume?”

He laughs in a somewhat self-conscious way, probably glad of the swerve. “Well I was thinking maybe Maverick from Top Gun.”

“Typical man choice.” I say immediately, which makes him laugh. “Sorry, is that too predictable for you?”

“I can see you doing that. Wearing your little bomber jacket and aviator shades, very hyper masculine. Men just love Tom Cruise.” 

“I am many things, but I don’t think I qualify as hyper masculine” He snorts. “Have you seen my cute little earrings?” 

“No, you’ve never once mentioned them.” 

“So I’m curious, what costume would you have picked if you were invited?” 

“Baby from Dirty Dancing.” I say immediately, because I’ve already been thinking about it for half this conversation. “I want to do that curly thing to my hair and see if it’d suit me.” I catch sight of my reflection while passing a stop window and pick out a strand of my limp, straight hair that has never seen texture beyond the loose waves that remain after I’ve taken my plaits out.

“It would. And the costume, would you go for the shirt and shorts or the pink dress from the ending?”

A smile twitches on my lips. “Sounds like you know Dirty Dancing pretty intimately.”

“A good movie is a good movie, I’m not embarrassed.” 

“I wasn’t suggesting you should be.”

“I can’t believe it, Evie.” He says with that easy laugh he always had. “You’re the very same as you used to be.” 

I baulk a little bit, because I don’t feel in any way the same as I used to back then, when every little thing I did would make me second guess myself, every word I spoke I’d agonise over, and now I don’t feel that easy as much. Now when I speak, people listen to what I say and seem to believe that I’m interesting, even if I don’t. The Evie I was back when he met me and the Evie I am now are nothing alike. “I’m not the same.”

“Well, I think that you are. You’re still so cheeky, you don’t let me get away with anything.”

“I don’t think I was like that back then.”

“What? Seriously?”

“No, I was just shy and awkward and self conscious all the time. I was a nightmare to be around.”

I hear him pause to consider this. “With all due respect, I probably wouldn’t have spent so much time with you if you were like that. You were shy, sure, but you were always funny.” 

“You thought I was funny?” 

“You don’t remember how much we used to laugh at everything?”

“Yes, but I felt like I was just laughing at the things you said because you were so funny.”

“I’m not that funny.” 

“Come on.”

“I’m not funny enough to carry an entire one of our conversations all by myself.” A pause. “You really don’t like that I’ve said that you’re the same, do you?”

“No.” I admit with some reluctance, glancing through the gates of George’s Street Arcade, all of the stalls chained and boarded up inside, seeing it so silent and empty for the first time. Eerie. 

“I’m sorry. You’re different too in loads of ways, I was just trying to say that the things I liked best about you are still intact, and I’m glad of it.”

“It’s okay, just sometimes I feel like I’m going crazy. I seem to remember things wrong a lot.”

“Mm?” He says encouragingly.

“Like, I dunno, it’s as though the way that I’ve stored things in my memory bank is different from how normal people do it. I tend to twist things to fit my own narrative, does that make sense?”

“Like what narrative?” 

“Like, I don’t know… like that I was a loser, or something.” My face gets hot despite the frigid air, and I feel I’m being too frank with him. He probably doesn’t care to hear it. “It doesn’t matter, I’m not really sure what I mean.”

“You were never a loser.” 

“That’s nice of you.” 

“I mean it! I always thought you were cool.” 

What on earth? I was never cool, especially not when I was seventeen, and I can’t help but scoff. 

He sighs. “Well, I’m not here to convince you. I’m just telling you what I thought, you can choose whether or not to believe me.”

“I don’t.”

“Damn, okay, well, you got me. You were the worst, and I hated hanging out with you.” Even though he’s clearly being sarcastic his words still kind of sting, as they reflect almost exactly what Kelly had said to me on Stephen’s night. Jude might not mean them, but someone else had. He seems to sense this and quickly backtracks. “Sorry, that was a stupid joke. Like I said, I’m not that funny.” 

“You are.” I say. “Actually, your whole thing is that you’re funny, but in a slightly mean way.” 

“So I have realised. You know I used to be really mean? Like when I was about fourteen, and I’ve always worried that the vibe stuck around. Did you think I had a mean boy vibe when we used to hang out?” 

Kind of, but I didn’t hate it.” I laugh through my nose, and my breath clouds in the air. “In fact I felt bad for liking it.”

“Who was I even mean to? I don’t remember.” He pauses and then adds, “Which I suppose goes to show how often I was a dickhead – I can’t even remember my own crimes.” 

“Liam.” I say.

“Oh yeah” He says remorsefully. “He probably didn’t deserve the shit he got. We were all mean to poor Liam. ”

“Speak for yourself, I was nice.”

“Oh come on, you were meanest of  us all.”

I scoff. “In what world?”

“Please, I didn’t reject his debs invitation and leave him destitute, crying on the beach in a wetsuit.”

“You’re created an entire false narrative here, he wasn’t crying.”

“Okay, sorry now, but there’s no scenario in my head in which he wasn’t. I just can’t imagine that. He was sobbing in my version of events.”

“Trust me Jude, he was fine. He drove away from me that day without shedding a single tear. Nobody was crying over me back then.”

The line goes quiet for a moment and for some reason my skin prickles like an icy wind has licked over me despite how I’ve warmed up from all of the walking. The silence only lasts for a beat and then his voice returns, bright and easy as ever. “So tell me, who did you end up taking to your debs in the end?”

“Oh God.” I breathe. “Where do I even begin with this? How much time do you have for the highlight reel of sixth year?”

“Lay it on me, Evie.” 

He keeps me company all the way back to my house, and doesn’t even hang up when he starts going in and out of shops in search of his Top Gun costume, giving me updates on what he’s finding, open to any and all suggestions I have about how to create his own patches that match the ones Tom wears in the film. I made him promise to send me a photo of the costume before he wears it out, and when he says he will I find myself actually believing him. 

I start feeling a little sad when I turn onto my street, knowing that I’ll have to hang up soon. We’ve been having so much fun and then… 

��Oh Jesus.” I say to myself as The front of my building comes into view, and I completely cut him off in the middle of a sentence. His voice comes back at me through her receiver, alarmed. “Did something just happen?”

“No, it’s fine, just, I have to go.”

“Okay well, call me back anyt-”

I hang up the phone and stuff it into my pocket as I march up the front steps to the apartment, feeling anger rising inside me.

“Dean!” I cry. He’s standing by the door, shoulder resting against the wall as though he’s been waiting there for a while, and he doesn’t look surprised to see me, fuming, charging up the steps towards him. “What the hell are you doing here?” 

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