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[slut4thebroken]

Vulnerable

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Pairing | Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary | Tommy is stressed so you help him take his mind off it. (Inspired by those gifs)

Warnings | Smut, gentle sex, gentle kissing, forehead kisses, dry humping, praise, light dom/sub, cuddling, role reversal.

Words | 1.7 k

Notes | I bet y’all didn’t think I was capable of writing dom!reader as anything other than a sadist, did you?😼

Ao3 link | <3

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Kinktober | day 18: role reversal

“What’s wrong?” You asked, trying not to frown. Tommy was sitting on the bed, his elbows on his thighs and his head in his hands, but he looked up at the sound of your voice. You remained in the doorway, hesitating. 

He shook his head and let out a heavy breath. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

“Tommy…” He sighed quietly, but just closed his eyes and shook his head again instead of responding. You carefully walked over to him and took his chin in a gentle grip, tilting his head to look up at you. “You don’t have to tell me. But let me help you.” You said softly. 

“I,” he cut himself off and swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to continue. He couldn’t get any words out though and eventually wrapped his arms around you tightly, resting his head on your stomach. You were shocked at first, but you quickly returned the embrace, holding him against you in a way that you hoped was comforting. He let out a soft sound and hugged you tighter. The gesture was endearing, but you were starting to worry a little because he’s rarely ever like this. Keeping your arms around him, you rubbed your hands up and down the back of his neck a little bit, trying to do everything you possibly could to comfort him. 

“What do you need, Tommy?” You asked softly, wanting to be sure before you tried anything. In response, he nuzzled into your stomach and hugged you even tighter. Eventually though, he tilted his head back so his chin was on your stomach and he was looking up at you with what you could only describe as puppy dog eyes. You continued running your fingers through his hair, waiting patiently for his response. 

“Don’t want to think about it anymore.” He finally said, voice barely audible. 

“Yeah?” You were hoping you understood what he actually meant… When he nodded, you gave him a small smile. “Will you lay down for me, love?” He reluctantly pulled away from you to lay down on the bed, watching you crawl over him. You hiked your dress up to your hips so you could straddle his thighs, then leaned down over him and cupped his cheek. Your gaze shifted between his eyes and his lips as you slowly moved closer until you could feel his breath intermingling with your own. 

When you finally kissed him, his hands moved to your waist, then snaked around to your back. He pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around you, holding you. You started slowly rocking your hips, rubbing your pussy on his cock through all of the layers of clothing, and he let out a soft sound in response. 

“You need me to get rid of all those pesky thoughts, hm?” You asked softly, moving down to kiss over his neck, feeling him nod. “Words, love.” You urged gently. 

“Yes.” He choked out, making you smile. You continued grinding and kissing for a while until you got too worked up to continue teasing both of you like that. Tommy seemed to share a similar sentiment. 

You quickly took his length out of his pants, then pulled your panties to the side and lined up. It stung a little when you sunk down on his thick cock, however, that was all but forgotten when you heard the little whimper that slipped out of him. Once you were fully seated on his lap, you leaned down to kiss him again, feeling his hands roaming all over your body. 

“That feel good, love?” You whispered, lips brushing his as you hovered above his face. He stared up at you through half lidded eyes and nodded dumbly, making you smile again. “What about… this?” You murmured, snaking your hand up to wrap around the front of his neck, not yet squeezing. “Does that feel good?” You wanted to be sure before you did anything, especially with how fragile he seemed right now. 

“Yes.” He whispered, staring up at you with an expression that you didn’t recognize. You started rocking your hips, then tightened your grip on his neck, making his lips part in a silent moan. 

Leaning down so your lips were brushing his ear, you murmured, “Your cock feels so good, Tommy…” He let out a shaky breath that cut off into a choked moan when you squeezed his neck even tighter. “So good.” You moaned breathily. 

With your free hand, you grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers, then pinned it to the bed beside him, adding another small display of dominance. You were being extra careful not to overdo it because you didn’t want to scare him off. 

You pulled back to look at him, keeping your face close enough that you could feel his breath fanning your lips. He was looking up at you with wide eyes, his lips still parted as he panted quietly. 

“Please.” He whispered, voice not even audible, but you read it on his lips. You faltered for a moment, but quickly snapped out of it— Now that you think about it, you’re not sure you’ve ever heard him beg for anything before. You continued rocking your hips, enjoying the feeling of his cock inside you as your clit rubbed against his pelvis. 

“I got you, love.” You murmured, tightening your grip on his neck until his eyes rolled back from the pleasure. The movement of your hips just barely sped up as you grew closer to your release. “You’re safe with me, Tommy.” You whispered. 

When you felt his throat bob under your hand and watched his brows knit together as he closed his eyes, you tried not to frown. Whatever he was worried about was clearly stressing him more than you originally thought. You placed a gentle kiss on his forehead and his bottom lip started wobbling, but he quickly took it between his teeth. 

“Shh… look at me, baby.” You uttered softly. His eyes fluttered open to look up at you, now a little glossier than before. “Just focus on me.” You whispered, placing another kiss on his cheek. “My lips…” the next kiss was on his jaw, “my hands,” you kissed the side of his neck, then let your lips brush the shell of his ear as you whispered, “my pussy.” He sobbed out a quiet moan and your walls fluttered around his cock at the sound— never having heard anything like that from him before. 

“That’s it… Can I make you come, angel?” You asked softly, feeling him give a small nod. 

“Please..” He whimpered. 

“Good boy… Just let me make you feel good.” You cooed. Your hips sped up even more, but your movements remained mostly gentle. Regardless, you could see the way his cheeks flushed and his breathing picked up, signaling his impending release. “Should I rub my clit or do you want to do it?” You’d have to let go of either his hand or his neck and you had a feeling that he wouldn’t want either option. You were proven correct when his free hand slipped between your bodies and sought out your clit. 

“I’m so close, but I want you to come first. Can you do that for me, love?” He nodded in response and squeezed your hand harder, making you smile a little. When he tilted his head back so his neck was jutted out more, you assumed that was a silent request and you squeezed even harder, making his breath catch in his throat. “Good boy. You can do it…” You whispered, watching him closely. 

His eyes fluttered and his lips parted even more, then his body was trembling as his orgasm washed over him. He let out a choked moan and squeezed his eyes shut, his hips bucking up unconsciously. As the pleasure washed over him, his fingers on your clit faltered, but your hips maintained a steady rhythm, working him through it. 

“Good boy… I’m so proud of you, love.” You said softly, moaning a little at the feeling of hot come filling you up. 

He sobbed out a moan and it was hard to tell from his expression if he was still feeling pleasure or if he was about to cry… Honestly it might’ve been both. When his orgasm finally faded, his body sagged into the bed and you paused as he panted heavily, catching his breath. 

“Can I keep going or are you too sensitive?” You asked, slightly loosening your grip on his neck. 

“Don’t stop… Please.” He whispered. His fingers picked back up on your clit so you started moving your hips more desperately, taking in the sight of his flushed cheeks and wide, teary eyes. Something about the vulnerability— the sheer overwhelming trust that he was displaying— had you barreling toward your own release. 

You finally fell over the edge, your hand unconsciously tightening around his neck once again, forcing a quiet whimper out of him that was drowned out by your own sounds. You could see the way his face scrunched up in pain the slightest bit as your pussy fluttered around his sensitive cock, but he didn’t complain. 

As you came down from your high, you let go of his neck to cup his cheek, giving him a small smile. He didn’t return it, but you didn’t really expect him to. You leaned down and kissed him gently, then pulled back with your forehead resting on his. 

“Do you need more or do you just want to lay with me?” You were going to offer to leave him alone too, but you had a feeling he wouldn’t want that in his current state. 

“Lay.” He whispered. At his request, you carefully lifted yourself off his cock, then rolled onto your back and urged him closer. He hesitated at the unfamiliar position, but eventually laid down with his head on your chest, hugging you tightly as your arms wrapped around him. 

For a while you just ran your fingers over his back and through his hair, trying to relax him. He remained stiff though and you desperately wanted to know what was wrong, but you knew better than to ask right now. 

“Will you…” he swallowed audibly and hesitated before continuing, “will you sing to me?” 

Your heart melted immediately at the request and the corners of your lips turned up into a small smile. “Of course, love.” You said softly, placing a gentle kiss on his head before beginning to sing quietly. He hugged you tighter and nuzzled into your chest, trying to focus on the vibrations against his cheek and the soft lull of your voice, rather than the thoughts threatening to consume him. 

Still don’t know how to end one shots lol

[elleaitch22]

Terms of Endearment

Chapter 6: Peace, Interrupted

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

A/N: Busy week this week, so I hope I'll be able to post chapter 7 by Wednesday! I hope you love it!! xx Elle

Warnings: Emotional abuse recovery and homophobia

Word Count: 3.4k

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Azzi blinked slowly, as sunlight began to peek through the curtains of her new bedroom. For a moment, she just lay there, listening to the quiet. No sirens, no shouting, no heels clicking outside her window. It was different. Peaceful.

Chicago was a city that never slept, but on the 59th floor of the Aurelia, Azzi finally could.

This was the first weekend she had been able to go to sleep before 3 a.m. since moving to Chicago. Now that she was free of Maison Noire, she would not be going back, ever. She had no more late-night shifts or weird customers, all because of Paige.

She nuzzled further into the soft, silky sheets and inhaled deeply. The lavender scented detergent lingered in the air, soothing Azzi’s nerves. She was rested now. She could think about Paige and all these handouts with a fully present mind.

A condo. A driver. Money. Too much money.

On one hand, Azzi wanted to say that it was a more acceptable form of what Grant was doing to her. But Jana’s comment from yesterday popped back into her head.

They said I’m family now.

And Paige? Paige clearly took care of her family.

Azzi decided she should wait it out.

People always show you who they are if you give them enough time.

She rolled out of bed, padding barefoot across the wooden floor to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth, twisted the front of her hair into a bun, and slipped into some leggings and an oversized t-shirt from her dad. She sighed as she pulled on a pair of fuzzy socks – Azzi hated cold floors.

She sat at the table, cataloging what the apartment had and listed what she still needed. She was still doing an inventory of the refrigerator’s contents when she heard a knock on her front door.

Unlike yesterday, Azzi was fully awake – awake enough to panic. Had Grant found her?

Breathe, Azzi. No one knows you live here, except for safe people.

Peeking  in the peephole, she saw Ice outside balancing a tray of coffee on top of a stack of books.

She flung the door open. “Let me take some of that for you!” She exclaimed.

Ice handed off the tray and followed her into the living room.

“No shoes inside,” Azzi added.

Ice kicked her Crocs off by the door with a playful smirk, before continuing into the apartment with a slight grimace. “I’m so happy Paige sent me,” she started, “This place is making me depressed.”

Azzi ducked her head and blushed. “Excuse me,” putting a hand to her chest dramatically. “Somebody decided to move me out of my old palace and move me into this dump with no notice!”

The women giggled, “Seriously though, I’m excited to help you make this space come to life! First things first, what kind of vibes are you wanting?”

“Oh,” she paused to think. Azzi was already indecisive, but her previous relationship did not help with that. “Um, maybe just a calm vibe?” She said, unsure.

“Well, there are many different ways we could style calm. We could do forest calm with lots of greens and browns. We could do beachy calm with blues and taupes. Or we could do a darker calm, grays, blacks, and whites. Which would you pre–”

Before Ice could finish her statement, Azzi’s front door opened. “What’s up girly pops!” KK strolled into the kitchen happily. She plopped onto the couch. “Am I late?”

“Who even invited you, Kamorea?” Ice rolled her eyes.

“Girl boo!” She turned to Azzi. “Paige said y’all were gonna meet up today, and I felt let out. I’m here to help!” She beamed.

Azzi loved the happy and lighthearted energy KK brought everywhere she went. She understood why everyone liked her so much. “Thanks for coming, KK. Do you guys want some breakfast? I was going to make an omelet before Ice came over.”

Both women put their order in with Azzi, Ice moving to the dining room to make a few sample boards for Azzi to choose from, while KK followed Azzi into the kitchen.

The next thirty minutes were filled with rapid fire questions.

Why do you work with children? Do they annoy you? What do you do when you’re mad? Do you ever lose your temper? What made you want to teach anyway? What’s your favorite food? Are you allergic to anything? Did you know Soleil is allergic to gluten too? Twins! How do you feel about the arrangement and everything? Is there anything we can do to make this easier for you? Do you know how hard it is to get into our family? You know you can always ask us for help? Am I your favorite so far? Do you have social media? Can you send me your handles? Oh, you don’t have my number, here. The most important question, what are all your favorites? Food, color, season, vacation, place, restaurant, movie, show, artist, song, book, smell, holiday.

Azzi had felt like she’d undergone an interrogation, not as aggressive as it could have been, but KK was obviously fishing for information.

She didn’t mind though. Initially, she felt almost guilty, laughing and joking with her new friends. Grant never allowed her to have girl time. During the first thirty minutes of Ice and KK’s visit, Azzi looked towards the front door every two or three minutes. She was tense, bracing herself for the angry tirade Grant would go on when he got home.

Over time, Azzi’s shoulders involuntarily loosened. Her laugh came easier. And her jokes and sarcasm flowed naturally. She could breathe deeply because she had friends. For the first time in a long time, Azzi had girlfriends again. The thought made her heart stutter in her chest.

“Shut up, KK.” Ice groaned, “Azzi, come pick a sample board before Paige murders me for wasting time.”

Ice had composed seven different options for Azzi to choose from. Which was lovely, except for the fact that Azzi hated making decisions like this. She would rather someone else chose so she didn’t have to sit there stuck on the same question for five hours. She was grateful that she was cooking, so she had something else to occupy her mind.

Azzi knew she didn’t like the ones that were mostly monochromatic, which eliminated three of the seven options. She wasn’t really a fan of the palette with only different shades of brown.

She served the ladies their omelets while she looked closer had the different sample boards. She narrowed it down to three options. Baby pinks, dark teals, and golds. Pinks, oranges, and yellows. And blues and greens.

Without vegetables to cut and omelets to make, Azzi had no more distractions.

Her hands wringed together anxiously. She didn’t want to make the wrong choice.

You can’t even pick which colors you want in your house? You’re a worthless fucking idiot.

“I kinda of like the one with the orange.” Ice said when she saw how flustered Azzi was getting. “Besides, it’s no big deal. If you don’t like it, we can always change it later.”

“Yeah, girly pop! For once, Ice is right! If you do the orange, you can do more happy colors. Like you can have those yellow pillows, and orange and pick rug, and a pink couch! You can have fun in here, and if you decide you don’t like it, fuck it!” KK’s logic made perfect sense to Azzi in that moment.

She swallowed thickly, head jerking in a nod. “S-sorry, sometimes it’s hard for me to make decisions.”

Both women looked at her, sadness in their eyes. “It’s not that bad. My ex, Grant, used to make all the decisions. He was a little controlling, and it’s just a little hard to remember he’s not in charge anymore.” Azzi finished, looking down as the empty plate.

Before either woman could answer, Azzi phone rang loudly. For a second, she was a statue. Fuck, had he found her already?

“Are you gonna get that?” Ice questioned lowly.

Jogging to her room to get the device, her brow furrowed. What the hell is her school doing calling her on a Sunday.

She waited to pick up, “Sorry guys, it’s my boss. Are you cool with waiting for a second?”

Ice nodded, gathering her things quickly. “Yeah, that’s fine. I need to get these plans to Paige so they can be finished sooner.”

KK still had half her omelet, so she stayed – and ended up hearing everything.

“Good morning, Mr. Smith. I hope you’re having a good Sunday.” Azzi’s voice was filled with false cheer. She was still salty over the meeting with Paige and Soleil.

“My day would be a lot better if one of my teachers wasn’t photographed being a harlot!” The principal sneered.

Azzi reeled back, like she’d been slapped. “Excuse me?”

You’re just a slut, Azzi. Not worth anything but your mouth and your cunt.

“I’ve had seventeen parents find me during the service to say their children don’t deserve to be corrupted by someone like you. You’re fired effect–”

Azzi’s eyes bug out of her head. “Fired?” She screeches.

“This can’t be surprising to you, Ms. Fudd. After I just talked to you about your behavior, you start dating your student’s parent!” Mr. Smith fusses.

“That’s not fair!” Azzi exclaims. “Mrs. Baker used–!”

Mr. Smith cut her off. “Well, Mrs. Baker isn’t a lesbian. That goes against our code of conduct. Please be here at 6 tomorrow morning to clean out your belongings.”

Click.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. She wanted to hit something.

Everything Grant had said to her came rushing back in.

You’ll open your legs for anyone who gives you a little attention. You’re a fucking whore. You think that guy’s gonna want you when he sees how used up you are? I’m so happy I don’t have kids because I could never leave them with you. You’re too fucking stupid to know how to teach them anything. The only thing you’re good at is sucking dick and laying on your back. You’re fucking pathetic. Worthless. Useless. You should be grateful I love you so much because no one else would put up with this shit.

Azzi was spiraling.

KK winced at the guttural sobs coming from Azzi’s room. She felt white hot rage at the things she overheard. She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know how to fix it.

So she waited.

She washed the cutting boards and pans Azzi used to make breakfast. She wiped down the sink and countertops. She made sure everything was put away.

But Azzi didn’t come out. KK still heard sniffling coming from the bedroom, and she sighed. She was about to sit on the couch and wait a little longer before a thought popped in her mind. She knew exactly who could fix this.

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Paige smiled softly, looking at the options Azzi selected for her space. This was probably one of the best ideas she had. She got to dump out piles of money for the brunette, she was able to make sure she had a friend here, and, if KK had done what she was supposed to do, she would know a little more about Azzi Fudd.

Ice was getting to office furnishings when KK burst in.

“Azzi just got fired!”

The chatter between the two women stilled, heads snapping up. “KK what are you talking about?” Ice questioned.

“I heard it. Her principal called. He just fired her for dating Paige. Pictures were going around and parents were complaining.” Her voice was firm, face blank. KK was serious.

The best friends looked at Paige warily. “You didn’t think about that?” Ice questioned sharply.

For once, Paige stuttered. “I-I thought I covered everything.” Rubbing her temples, leg bouncing. “I told Q to bury the story. I paid her ten thousand dollars to make everything go away. She brought me the card with all the pictures on it.”

She was pissed. Obviously at the school, but also with herself. Paige Bueckers was always supposed to be ten steps ahead of everyone else. It was why she assigned Morgan to Azzi, why she moved her into her building. She went on this whole tirade about the media getting information about her, she didn’t even think about the repercussions it would have on her. A queer Black woman working at a Christian school.

Paige didn’t know how she looked at Azzi until she looked at the photos Q had dropped off. Anyone with eyes and a brain could see the hungry gaze Paige gave her. They could see the want as she looked at Azzi painting with Soleil. The heat in her blue eyes was evident during their dance. Of course the school would think they were together.

“FUCK!”

“Mommy, that’s a bad wowd.” Soleil looked up from her LEGO tower, hand extended. “You owe me ten dollaws.”

Paige sighed, forcing herself to calm down. “I’m sorry honey.” She fished a bill out from her wallet, “I was doing so well too.”

“It’s okay! Now I can get some ice cweam!” She smiled brightly.

“I’ll take her! Fire and Ice adventure time.” Ice beamed. Soleil squealed with excitement.

All the control Paige normally had was gone. For years, she’d controlled every narrative about herself. But she lost control last night – she let everyone see how much she wanted Azzi. And she got hurt because of it. She embarrassed her. Cost her everything.

Anyone could see how much Azzi loved her job. It was in the smile she wore when she saw her students. It was in the way her classroom was decorated. It was in the way she talked to children as equals, not second class citizens.

She loved that job. She needed that job. And Paige had gone and fucked it all up.

She’s going to leave. She’s going to leave Soleil.

Paige shook her head. No. Fuck no. She wouldn’t let her mistake screw with Soleil too.

She was going to fix this. She had to fix this. She would have Allie draft a lawsuit. She would buy the school if she needed. She would take all that money for the library and move Lei to a different school. A better school.

Nothing can undo what you did. Paige deflated, lifting her head from her hands.

“She really liked her job.” KK muttered, face serious. “She wouldn’t shut up about it.”

“I know,” Blue eyes traced the designs on the rug.

“Do you want me to get Nika?” Paige nodded sharply.

Nika would know what to do. It was half her job – being the COO and CMO of Kairos Equity meant that she would know how to handle scandals and negotiations. She would tell Paige what to do.

Paige pulled out her phone to text Allie, her lawyer, when Nika’s heels clacked across the polished floors.

“KK told me what happened. What are you thinking?” She cut straight to the point.

Paige ran her hands down her pale face. “Fuck, this is all my fault.” How the fuck was she supposed to prove that she would be good enough for Azzi if she couldn’t even think enough to know that she’d get fired if their “relationship” was publicized? “Nik. I need you to help me fix this. I don’t think she’ll ever forgive me if she can’t keep her job.”

Nika placed a warm hand on Paige’s shoulder. “Nothing like that’s gonna happen. I’ll fix it. Everyone knows you can’t fire someone for their sexuality; there are federal laws to support her. I’ll call Allie and have her look into it. You just need to relax.”

Paige heard the things Nika was saying, but she didn’t quite believe her. Azzi was a good teacher, and Paige’s ignorance costed her a job she was very good at.

“Have you talked to her yet?” Nika asked lowly.

The blonde shood her head, “I was planning on it. Was gonna start with talking about the shit with Ice, then try to get to know her.” She muttered.

“Oh,” Nika breathed. “That’s why you care so much.”

Paige’s head shot up, “What are you talking about.”

“You like her.” She smirked. “You’re trying to woo her, and you think she’s going to be so upset that she doesn’t give you a chance.” The stupid little smirk had turned into a full-blown grin.

“Shut up.” Through clenched teeth. “You really think she’s gonna want to talk to me today? Much less share a meal with me? She should hate me.”

“Suck it up, buttercup!” Nika says, rising from the couch. “Just ask her. She’s nice, so it’s not like she’ll say no. Use your charm and you’ll be fine. Just get her to dinner and talk to her.”

Paige pouted for a little while before doing what her big sister told her to do.

First, she texted Ice and asked her to come back after ice cream so they could finish ordering things for Azzi’s apartment.

Dinner tonight? I’ll be down to get you at 7. Wear whatever makes you comfortable.

Simple. Paige launched her phone to the sofa on the opposite side of the living room. Elbows on knees, she waited for the ding of a text message.

Ding

Azzi Fudd: How fancy is this place?

Paige sighed, she should’ve known Nika was right.

It can be casual or fancy. We’re in a private room. Wear anything but sweats.

The next ding came at the same time of the elevator.

Azzi Fudd: See you at 7

Paige only had a few seconds to wipe the smile off her face before Ice walked in.

Tonight was going to be perfect. It had to be.

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Azzi was confused.

From what she remembered, they had to do one outing a week. They had just spent the entire night at a gala. Cameras followed their every move, surely that had to be enough, right?

Maybe it’s a date?  She wouldn’t mind getting to know Paige better. She was pretty, intelligent, and she had the perfect daughter. She was protective enough to make Azzi feel safe, and that is probably why she was dangerous. Grant made her feel safe too, it didn’t last long, but he did.

She knew the signs to look for now. How to differentiate between being controlling and being assertive. She wouldn’t let herself be with someone life Grant again.

Besides, Azzi knew the Paige was out of her league. She’s one of the richest women in the United States. She had seen countless articles about her being the most wanted bachelorette. She’d had girls thirsting over her since she was in high school. She could have anyone she ever wanted, and she didn’t want Azzi. No. She just pitied and appreciated her enough to adopt her into her makeshift family.

Azzi figured she should take advantage of her situation and get as much free stuff as she should. She’d be able to heal her heart later, but pretty blondes who are willing to spoil you don’t come around often.

She was grateful for the distraction the dinner would provide.

She padded to the kitchen, digging for a spoon and some ice cream, before plopping down on the couch. She set an alarm for 5:00 so she’d have enough time to get ready, opting to watch Grey’s Anatomy in the meantime.

The show still played in the background while Azzi was getting ready. She browsed her closet and landed on a burnt orange mini dress. The lightweight fabric flowed while still showing her figure. She paired it with strappy, brown sandals and a light jacket. She pulled her hair up into a tasteful puff, and after adding a light layer of makeup, she felt ready.

Paige knocked on the door promptly at 6:30. She wore an all cream Honor the Gift outfit, a pair of Nike dunk lows, and a nice Dior bracelet. Her hair was left down and in gentle waves. She looked effortlessly beautiful, and Azzi felt a little better about letting the pretty woman ruin her life.

“Hey. I should’ve asked this earlier, but are you allergic to anything?” Paige asked as they walked to the elevator.

 “Just gluten, like Soleil. I miss eating things that brought me joy.” She joked.

“Perfect, the restaurant I chose has a great gluten free menu.”

Azzi let Paige lead her, waiting to see how this night would turn out.

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“.....What are you looking at?” The sound of your girlfriend’s voice, soft despite her confused tone, manages to snap you out of your fatigued daze as your focus returns to the world around you, feeling the way your face heats up as you realize you have no clue how long you’d been staring at her. Yet despite your slight bashfulness, you can’t resist the small smile that peeks through you at the questioning expression on her face, finding the way her brows furrow to be so incredibly endearing as you reach around blindly for a moment until you find her hand and swiftly lace your fingers through hers while your head remains firmly resting against her lap.

“Just you. You’re so pretty.” You respond with a loving grin, your heart-eyes obvious as Mikasa grows flustered from your bold compliment. The way her cheeks light up in a blush only makes your grin go wider as you use your free hand to play with her fingers, while squeezing her hand in your other one. “My pretty girl.” 

Mikasa, despite her rough exterior, has always been incredibly easy to fluster when it comes to you, and in times like this you can’t help but be thankful for that fact as her blush and the way she suddenly averts your gaze only causes your heart to pound faster for the beautiful woman you call your own. As she fumbles for a response, you find yourself lifting your linked hands up to your mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles while keeping your head in her lap before tracing your fingers gently over hers. No matter how long you’re together, she never manages to adjust to your flirting and loving remarks, though she manages to collect herself enough to respond after a few moments of shy silence.

“…..You look nice, too.” Is all she mumbles in response, clearly flustered by this sudden show of affection even when the two of you have been together for so long. It’s impossible for you to bite back the slight giggle that falls from your lips at her bashfulness, though it’s clear its a laugh of endearment rather than malice as you continue playing with her fingers in your hand for a moment, before allowing your eyes to flutter shut as your fatigue begins to overtake you.

“I love you so much, beautiful.” You mutter out softly, voice filled with adoration as you turn to snuggle your head into Mikasa’s stomach, feeling her hands resting on you as you smile sleepily. Mikasa’s blush begins to calm as a small, loving smile spreads across her face when she feels you cuddle into her, taking the chance to admire your resting face as you continue lying on her lap.

“...I love you, too.” She responds simply, content to let you fall asleep in her lap like this as her hand comes up to absently rub your shoulder in order to soothe you to sleep. She’ll wake you enough to move to the bedroom later, when her own mind grows tired and she’s ready to snuggle up with you in bed for the night, but for now she’s happy to let you rest on her as she admires her and thanks her lucky stars for whatever she did to deserve the beautiful significant other who rests on her in this moment, the only person she could imagine spending her life with like this.

Request - Anonymous said: i have one!!!! mikasa (attack on titan) + falling asleep on her lap (you were initially just laying there)

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Filth III

No use of y/n, no physical description other than having hair

Summary: You have a nice but not quite peaceful morning in the motel before you are interrupted by intruders, but then another stranger comes along to break it up, though his intentions are unclear. 

Word count: 5.9k

Warnings: pet name (baby), fluff, y’all are madly in love, biting, some weird animalistic shit going on, not quite smut, vulnerable!Joel, light violence

A/n: a little weirdness in this chapter but what can i say… the next one gets nasty tho. once again enjoying this fic hope y’all do too :3

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You wake slowly, daylight bleeding through the thin curtains casting pink tinted light into the room. Your eyes wander, remembering where you are; faded, peeling wallpaper, settled dust over every surface—a dirty, decaying motel. Four walls and a roof, quiet outside. More than good enough. As you sigh, your hand curls in, arm tingling, and your fingertips brush through hair, and you remember Joel in your arms. A sleepy smile spreads over your lips as your eyes fall onto him, still resting against your chest, your other hand still intertwined with his. Your body heat matches and makes it almost feel like you’re one person meshed into one, curled around each other in this motel. For a moment, it feels… normal, like you’re just two people, spending a night in a motel, and you hang onto the quiet feeling. You twirl your finger, idling in the locks on the back of his head. Joel’s breaths are slow and deep.

“I love you.” You tell him again, a whisper of air from your lips. Like breathing. 

His body twitches, and you almost regret it as his eyes start to open, not wanting to wake him, but then they meet yours, and your heart swells at the sight. His eyes are one of those things about him that are stupidly pretty, fitting him perfectly, and ridiculously endearing. They’re dazed, as if opening from a deep dream, but it doesn't take long at all for them to fade into recognition. A smirk slowly tugs his cheek, and his hand cracks away from yours for him to lazily brush over your cheek.

“Good morning.” You croak, smile pulling wider. 

“Mornin’.” He croaks back, voice deep and gravely. 

There’s a sweet twinge in you just at that sound, another something new from him, and you realize that there’s a lot more to learn, to see, to hear from him. As you ponder, you stare for a moment, then sigh a smile and raise yourself to crawl over him, feeling over the floor for the panties from last night. You slink into them, the half-a-size-too-small waist band hugging your hips. You hear Joel let out a small groan, a lazy hand brushing over your thigh as you move back to fall down on your side to face him. A smirk tugs his cheek higher and his hands are immediately on your face, fingertips skimming over your lips, and you close your eyes as they wander up for a featherlight touch over your eyelids. His thumb brushes over your eyebrow, index sliding down the length of your nose before he curls his touch around your jaw. 

When you open your eyes, there's a strange look in his, a sort of tentativeness, a splash of sadness within tenderness. Joel is a reticant man, and though sometimes his thoughts and intentions are easy to see—such as the hunger you’ve grown to know well—often, he’s enigmatic; and all it does is pull you closer to him. You swirl around the drain, gone more for him every day, every hour, every catching gaze, every touch. 

Though his face is quiet, his eyes are full, heavy and holding. His knuckles brush your cheek, slow and gentle, those deep brown eyes enthralling you. After a long moment, he leans in and presses his lips softly against yours. You hold it just like that for a moment, and it has your mind spinning like a top, before his lips part and kiss deepens. It remains slow, warm, and savory. After another entrancing moment of his lips moving with yours, Joel’s hand shifts down, his thumb under your jaw with his palm on the side of your neck to tilt your head back, and he moves his lips to your cheek before coming over your neck, and you close your eyes. The skin is tender, you haven’t gotten a chance to see the damage, but you’re sure it's spotted black and blue and red. And there he is on it again, kissing over his marks, gentle lips this time. He has such a potent range to him, this such a perfect example. You want all of him. Every little piece. 

When his tongue pokes out between his lips to press against your neck, your chest flutters, and he proceeds with wet kisses along the length of your throat. 

Nobody has ever touched you like Joel, never this breed of intimacy, and you’re enraptured. All you can hear are the wet kisses, his small breaths, and the slow curl of sheets in your hand in an unconscious pull at them from the leaping pleasure of his touch. He pulls back only enough to whisper, the sensation of his breath over damp skin making your lips part, but the frustration in his unintelligible words is a prevailing distraction. 

You pull away, taking his face in your hands to look at him. “What is it?” You whisper, brow pinching in concern. Joel swallows, trying to keep your gaze, but his eyes dart around, a loose hand closing around your wrist. Examining his demeanor, you yearn to crawl into him, to find your way into his brain so you can find his unease and soothe it, brush away the worry, kiss it better, to climb into his throat and dig his voice free; but all you can do is ask, looking for his gaze with a silent urge for him to release whatever he’s holding in. 

When his darting eyes start to well up with tears, the glinting waterlines throw a shock of dismay through you and you roll over him, resting your torso over his. You keep your face in his hands as you pleadplead in a murmur, “Hey, what is it? What’s wrong?” You plead in a murmur. Joel’s breaths start to become shallow, body tensing underneath you, and he can barely look at you at all. A tear slips from his eye, and you wipe it away with your thumb on sight, and it aches. “Joel, baby, it’s okay,” you nearly whimper. His lips quiver with uncertainty, as if trying to speak, faltering each time, and he shuts his eyes with a shaky sigh as another tears slips out. “It’s okay, it’s okay, relax, Joel.” In an attempt to soothe the tension behind them, you brush your thumbs over the supple skin under his eyes, telling him, “Relax, love, it’s okay, you can relax.” He shudders a sigh, lips still quivering as the dam holding back sobs and failing words. Every part of you aches, heart quavering in your chest as you watch him struggle with himself. You want him to feel safe with you, know that he is safe with you, that he can let go. “It’s okay, you can cry, Joel, you can cry if you need to,” you assure him quietly, smoothing loving touches over his face. It seems to be the final straw for him, you watch, heart wrenched, his lip parts with quivers as the tears start to fall. 

Joel tries to slide his arms between you to hide his face, but you press yourself closer, blocking his move by pressing kisses over it instead. The salty tears wet your lips as you plant them over his cheeks, his temples and forehead, eyebrows and closed lips. You kiss his nose, the corner of his mouth, his chin. Joel whimpers, followed by a small shaking sob, and you kiss his lips, wanting to suck it all out of him, free him, and you feel yourself beginning to cry with him. It's harrowing, seeing someone you love break, earth shattering when it’s for the first time. You're filled with panic and aching and sorrow, and hear yourself whimper as you press your lips against his. 

His hands come up to your cheeks to keep your face against his, and the kisses become more frantic, that desperate need for each other slipping in abruptly. Joel’s strong arm wraps your back, squeezing, pressing your body into his, and sparks light up your brain. Your tongues press and teeth clack, breaths becoming heavier, limbs throwing and sliding and gripping. In a frenzied surge, you begin rolling around the bed, nearly grappling, attached, pushing each other into the bed as you kiss like you’re burning alive. 

“Joel,” comes out of you as you press yourselves together harshly, wildly, and straddle him to kiss all over his face again. Devotion pours out of your lips and onto his skin, finger tangling in his hair as you land your lips over him blindly. Hastily, you climb down, arms pressed against his chest, nudging your face into his neck to kiss his throat like he’d kissed yours, worshiping the voice held within it. As you move, you feel his jugular against your lips, and you blaze, mouth reaching almost around the back of his neck in urgency to show every inch of him how much you want him, how much you love him. You pull his shirt to kiss his collarbone and shoulder, and Joel pushes his hand over the back of your head, holding you there with a soft moan. You reach for it, taking his hand in yours to kiss his fingertips, his knuckles, his palm, his wrist, the pumping veins. It travels up his forearm, your eyes screwed shut, suddenly overwhelmed by the love you feel for him. Your lips press over the soft pit of his elbow, his round bicep and shoulder, back to the base of his jaw and finally back up to his lips is a futile attempt to show him just how much you adore him. And though he whimpers into your kiss and clings to you with both arms wrapped around you, it doesn’t feel like enough. You don’t know what to do, lost in the love, drowning in it, and you cling right back, tears starting to squeeze out of your eyes. 

The warmth of his body, his lips, his breath, his lips and tongue his teeth against yours swarms you, and you kiss aggressively, grabbing at each other, bunching up the fabric rifting your bodies, and the ilk of his grasp tells you that he’s just as lost in you as you are in him. You whimper at the thought.

If there were any word to describe this, all of this, to describe you and Joel, it would be desperate. Always desperate. You’ve never felt this kind of love; the totality, the carnal, absolute need to have and to hold and to express it. You kiss in a frenzy, messy, loud, drinking in your own personal elixir, and from your lips comes an endless flow of “I love you, I love you, I love you,”

Joel whimpers, his nails digging into you as he clutches you, and you’re soaked to the bone in vehemence. You feel like you’re losing it, your mind, control of yourself, something you didn’t even know was held back. You grab, anything, everything, and devour. You don’t know what’s happening to you. All you know is Joel. He wraps his legs around your waist, holding you as close as he can, and you kiss almost violently, but it’s not enough. Opening your mouth wider, it’s barely kissing at this point, just a deluge. You’ve never felt this level of passion, of need for another person in every way, above anyone, anything. 

Both of your bodies move almost uncontrollably, desperate for something that you aren’t sure how to reach, but all you do is try. It’s not kissing, and it’s not sex, it’s making love. Every fiber of your being is intent on loving him. It’s overpowering. 

You writhe on the bed together, wrapped around each other in every way possible, kissing feverishly, Joel basically bucking into you, his legs now intertwined serpentine with yours, like he’s trying to push himself into your body itself, as if trying to become one with you. You hold on. 

Impulsively, your mouth moves to his neck, and you bite. You get it now. Why his teeth were so adamant to come over your skin. You want more. More of him. And you want him to know. You want him to be yours, and the intent has you crying. You bite his neck, his trap, pulling at his shirt again to sink your teeth into the flesh of his shoulder, gnawing in an insane expression of love, and he moans, loud and breathy and open mouthed and almost a whine, a sound you’ve never heard before. He clutches you tight, nails digging into you so much it hurts but it’s love, love, love. Every part of each of you is becoming something else, some kind of animals you've created from and for one another. You writhe and buck and squeeze and bite and kiss in a craze of adoration. 

Joel grabs your hair, nearly yanking your lips back on his, kissing again loudly, wet and hard. He suddenly flips you onto your back with a fleeting growl, lowering the weight of his hips over yours, and you automatically wrap your legs around them. His lips drag to your neck, kissing and licking and sucking, and your mouth falls open, fingers reaching under his shirt to drag your nails over his soft yet muscular back, and his skin is hot to the touch. You’re loud, but you are barely even aware of it, and you tumble over each other again, wrestling for more, more, more, never enough. Your writhe and snake and press, mouth and hands and every part of yourself searching and landing and sliding and bracing and grabbing, and you can’t let go. 

After a while, Joel’s body ends up on yours, rolling over you to press you into the bed in waves, but it begins to slow. Hands running up his back to grasp his shirt, you whimper, legs holding him tight as his mouth passes from yours to your neck and back, and by now you’re basically covered in each other's saliva. His breaths are heavy, lips eventually landing on yours as the smacking kisses ease, starting to actually part into the common kiss. He sighs deeply, letting his body weight relax into you, and, for the sake of your breathing, you push him off to lay yourself on top. Both out of breath and nearly exhausted, the kisses become gentle, and Joel throws his arms lazily around your waist, still trying to keep you close. When you part, Joel slides his fingers slowly over your cheeks, brushing away the ears, and you almost chuckle, doing the same to him. 

Your Joel. So sweet. So secretly affectionate. You barely saw any of this before that first time you had sex, though that time was a bit… different than affection, but Joel barely touched you at all before that—only when necessary. No matter how much he tried to hide that he cared, you knew he did, and maybe if you had cried before he would have done this, but nevertheless, you can’t say you would have expected it. But he’s a sweetheart. You doubt that he would have cried in front of you at any point before this. As your fingers brush over his face, you’re filled again with the intensity of your feelings for him. You would do anything for him. You would go through hell to serve him the world on a platter. All the good parts. Only the good parts. Because it’s all he deserves. 

And he deserves to be able to be soft. And here he is, in your arms. You could almost start crying again. 

“Joel I love you so much I could die.” You admit.

He pulls you into a long, slow kiss, and then, he takes your head in his hand, gently lowering it to rest over his chest. His heartbeat thumps against your ear, and you sigh. The life in him is just below you, he, who only days ago was nothing but a yearning, is now wrapped around you, right next to you, with you. His hands skim over your hair and back, breathing slowing against your body. You want him to be yours. Yours only. You the only one to hear his heartbeat like this. You the only one he holds, he the only one you hold. You want him to be just as yours as you are his. 

After a moment, he pulls away, shifting up to sit on the bed but keeping you on his lap. Not wanting to break contact, your hands slide over his body, and you look at him. Silently, he looks back over your face, palm skimming down the back of your head, fingertips dancing over your features. One slides down to your chest, landing right over your heart, and you take a deep breath, his gaze finally meeting yours. That strange look is back in his eyes, a wash of emotions, seemingly everything all at once. Your heart beats against his hand, and it’s as if there's nothing between the organ and his skin. It beats, beats, beats, and you think that it might just be for him. For him to hold right in his hand. Your life, your mind, everything, everything, everything. 

Your mind drifts to that first moment. 

“I want something from you.”

“What?”

“Everything.”

“It’s yours. You can take it. Anything. I’m yours.”

Looking up at him, back into those easy brown eyes, you sigh deeply, your own promise filling your ears. I’m yours, I’m yours, I'm yours.

Joel leans his forehead against yours, and you exchange breaths in silence. Connected. 

He starts to whisper something, but cuts himself off, sighing, then shifts himself from under you to stand. His body faces slightly away from you, left on the bed, watching him, sitting with your shins under you. Waiting. He shifts his weight, mouth opening and then closing, trying fruitlessly to meet your eyes, brow briefly pinching in frustration. Patiently, you wait. 

Eventually, he looks at you, face softening, though a slight pain remains. How deeply you wish to know what he’s thinking, what he needs, what he wants, what you can do. You wait. 

“...I love you.” He says softly. There's a light, resentful lilt, and though the words are finally yours to hear from his lips, you feel lost in them, puzzled by his tone, but then he says it again, louder, like a finalization, “I love you.” When he turns towards you and his eyes meet yours, his face softens, and he starts to repeat, “I love you, I love you, I love you I love you I love you,” barely even waiting between words as he repeats it over and over again. Your chest thrashes, starting to breathe heavier, and you watch him as he walks closer, taking your face in his hands. “I love you, I love you.”

After another deep sigh, breathing in—his words, his scent, the musty air in this tiny motel, the trace of home for the night, because when he's there it feels like home, everything about right this second—you shift your head to rest against his chest as he stands in front of you. Your breaths are even and calm, but your entire body is snaked and swirled by the strange feeling that you think is what you’ve seen in Joel’s eyes. 

As much of a solace this love feels like, love is trouble. Love means loss. Love means fear. Love promises agony. These byproducts are nothing you’re not already well acquainted with, but the love between you and Joel is new, both in time and caliber. Within your heart slowly punches up the feeling that would be there if he was gone, but knowing that he’s here now battles with it, striking swords and switching blood as you lay your head against his chest.

As he speaks, you feel his words rumbling against you. “Stay with me. Please. Promise me,” he says with a sorrowful urgency, arms tightening around your shoulders, “you’ll stay, please, don’t leave me. I’ll do anything, just please don’t leave me.”

You raise yourself to stand, placing your hands on either side of his neck, keeping your gaze locked together, and you want to scream it, but, also wanting it to be for his ears only, you keep your voice soft. Only for him, “Every part of me loves you, I’m yours, and I always will be. Everything, I’ll give you everything, just to be with you. I can’t leave you. Now that you’re here, I can’t. I promise, I promise, I’m yours, and I need you, I need you, I need you,” you tell him with grave earnestness, holding him and hoping the intensity in your eyes shines through. Joel looks right back with a look you’ve never seen before, and something you can’t describe, but it’s clear, and you feel like it belongs to you. Like this look is for you alone. His warm, calloused hands cup your face, and you hold each other, staring intently as the words pass between you. 

“Don’t go. I’ll go insane if you do. I can’t lose you.” His words come out almost in a whisper.

“I won’t, I won’t, I won’t go,” you whisper back, shaking your head gently in his hands, brow furrowed. 

It’s a scary world for words and promises like this, but right now all you feel is fuck the world, fuck god, fuck science and chance and fate and death, you’ll never leave Joel. You’ll never leave him alone. At this point, you don’t think you can be without him. Something inside you has finally snapped, and you’ve fallen forward into it, and you’re stuck there now. If he dies, you do, too. But until then, you will stay with him, keep him safe, keep him close. As long as you live. And you will die together, that’s the only way this can end. 

Joel’s hands shift, pulling your face closer. “Please stay with me. I can’t keep going alone. Please, let me take care of you, let me love you.”

“I will, I will, I will,” you tell him, and the desperation between you is audible. “I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours,” you repeat in a whisper, feeling like you could never say it enough, you need him to know it, in his bones, that you’re his, forever.

He closes his eyes, leaning his forehead against yours and he shakes ever so slightly, like he’s forcing the words out in a deep voice, “I’m so in love with you. I love you and I need you and I want your hands all over me all the time and I love it when you kiss me… god, I love you, please don’t go.”

“I won’t, I won’t, I won’t go,” you whisper, tears once again threatening your eyes knowing how difficult it is for him to even speak these words to begin with, which shows just how deep his beg is, “I’ll be here. Everything, everything, Joel, I’m yours.”

He holds you tighter, bunching your hair in his hands. “You’re so beautiful, an’ everything about makes my head fuckin’ spin. I love everythin’ about you. Every little thing. I love all of it. All of you.” Slowly, pulls you into an embrace, and your cheek is against his chest again, heartbeat thumping against your ear. “I’ll do fuckin’ anyting for you.” He whispers. 

It seems like the most obvious thing to say next: “All I need is you.” And it’s true, he’s the one. The only one. And you know he’ll protect you. And you’ll do anything you can for him and more and anything he asks. Anything he wants. And as long as you’re together, it’ll be okay, and even when it isn’t, you’ll figure it out. You and him, he and you, against the world. You almost feel stupid with all this corny shit in your head and on your lips, but it’s just true. And there’s nothing you can do about it. You’re in it now. You and him, he and you. 

As you let your weight fall against him, his arms around you, you feel so incredibly lucky to have met him, to get the chance to know him, for him to have let you in like he has. To be able to touch and kiss and hold him, to hear him, have him, love him, and for him to love you back. And that you have time. You don’t know how much, and you doubt it’ll ever be enough, but you have time. 

For a while, you stay like that, holding each other, simply soaking it all in, before the world interrupts in the form of faint voices coming from outside. Joel’s demeanor instantly switches, entire body tightening as he pulls away from you to look out the window through the thin curtains. Then he pulls you to the wall perpendicular to the door, his eyes intense as he looks at you, pressing a silencing finger to his lips. Even after all this time, your heart still hammers in situations like this, and, being with Joel, you’re being caught off guard constantly; maybe it’s dangerous to be so lost in each other, but fuck it, it makes it worth it. 

You hear footsteps nearing, a group, and they chat casually. You take a breath to pull yourself together, and remember you need pants. Quickly and quietly, you take the pair off the floor and pull them on, then take your gun out of its holster on your belt. Joel grabs his jacket off of the bed to shrug back onto his shoulders, then hands you your pack from the floor before he slings his own on, and locks the door. After reassembling yourselves, you go back to pressing your bodies against the wall. Joel slides over to lean his eye to the peephole, then gestures for you to come closer. You look through after him and through dusty and smeared glass you see the blurry silhouettes of four people nearing the motel. Though you can’t see them well, you can hear them, and they sound completely oblivious, laughing and talking without a care in the world. Negligent idiots, you think

Joel pulls your arm back and you go back to the wall. “We wait.” He tells you quietly with those intense eyes, “We keep quiet, and we wait. No sound, no movement, nothing.” You nod, and then Joel presses his body flat against the wall, one hand resting protectively over your stomach with the other holding his gun. As the sounds grow nearer, he cocks his gun, you following suite, taking deep, calming breaths. Even if they’re idiots, you need to be ready. 

The group starts going through the motel, faint sounds of them kicking around debris, still chatting. One of them, a man, says, “Nothing here,” and then another, a woman, says, “There’s still the second floor.” You hear their footsteps coming up the stairs then, and just as you had started to calm it, your heart rate picks back up. They start at the other end of the balconied hallway, taking their agonzing time to make it to your room. As the footsteps become louder, you look at Joel, but all he does is raise his fingers back to his lips. 

Then, they’re at your door. The doorknob turns, and a young man’s voice says, “Hey, this one’s locked.” Panic buzzes in your body and you look back up at Joel, but his eyes are glued on the door. From your position, you notice that if the door opens, it will open towards you, but the room is set up for there to be just enough room on the wall beside it to fit its swing, and standing perpendicular, you will be ready to shoot down whatever comes through it. 

The voices on the other side are loud as they discuss the door.

“It’s an old door,” comes the young man's almost squeaky voice, “it’d be easy to pick.”

“What, you got a fucking lock picking set on you?” The woman mocks, “I say we just shoot the lock off.”

Your eyes squeeze shut momentarily, riddled with pulsing fear, and tug Joel’s sleeve to get him to look at you, your eyes silently pleading, what do we do? He brings his mouth to your ear, speaking almost inaudibly, “Don’t move, don’t talk, just wait. If I say hide, hide. If I say shoot, shoot. If I say run, run.” You nod, and he presses his forehead against your temple before looking back at the door. 

The doorknob jiggles again. 

“What, you didn’t believe me?” Says the young man.

“Shut up.” Says the woman. 

“Shooting it would be too loud. Let’s just kick it in.” Says a new voice, low and nasally. 

“Why don’t we just leave it?” Comes another deep voice. “The rest of it’s empty. I doubt there's anything in there ‘cept for some dead body.”

“No, I bet there’s someone in there.” Says the woman. 

“Well, if there is, who knows what they’re packing? Could be a whole group.”

Fucking idiots. You think again. If they had any brains at all, they, first of all, wouldn’t have announced their presence in the first place, and even if they had, they would not be loudly discussing their plans with the idea of anyone being in the room. Now, you know how many there are, how they plan on coming into the room, and some of their dynamics. The men seem to be somewhat subordinate to the woman, who continues to speak adamantly about getting into the room while the others sound hesitant to attack without provocation. At this point, they’re shamelessly arguing, and it actually begins to calm your nerves some. 

“I’m not leaving until we see what’s in this fucking room.” The woman concludes loudly. After a moment, there’s a loud bang on the door, and another, the doorknob tremoring and you flinching with each hit. Nevermind intelligence, there’s four of them and two of you, and you’re stuck in a room. You still don’t know what Joel wants to do, his focus unwavering on the door. Does he want to just shoot them as they come in? You’re hesitant to the idea, but then remember what Joel told you yesterday. Kindness is dangerous. If he says shoot, you shoot. So you will.

There’s another loud bang on the door and your body jumps with another flinch, but you breathe deep in and outs, trying to calm yourself down, be ready—to shoot, or wait, or hide, or run. 

As more kicks land, the woman shouts over them, “Keep trying! I am not fucking leaving until we get this damn door open!” Joel grips his gun, face hard. After one final bang, the lock finally cracks. 

The door creaks, banging lightly on the wall as it falls open, but no one jumps in, as you had expected them to. You and Joel remain completely still, fingers on your triggers. Slowly, hands raise up through the door, holding a handgun straight out. “Come on.” The woman demands the rest quietly, and then she eases into the room. She has long, tangled blonde hair that rests over her shoulders, with beady eyes that narrow as she turns her stance towards you and Joel. All he does is raise his gun towards her, so that’s all you do, too. Still mostly in the doorway stand the other three. One of them, a man with a messy mop of dark hair, holds a shotgun in a less than professional grip. A shorter man, sporting a dirty, puffy red vest, holds a baseball bat, while the last, shorter and thinner than the rest, holds a machete. They stare blankly at the two of you, glancing at the woman. Joel remains tense, but does not move. The woman’s face hardens, eyes trained on him, her gun aimed directly at his forehead. 

What the fuck is going on here? Why hasn’t Joel shot? Why hasn’t she? Why is nobody fucking moving?

Joel’s face is steely, brow quirked in a frown. The woman’s lips curl into a sneer as she takes a slow step forward, the barrel of her gun mere inches from his forehead. 

“Don’t fucking move.” You spit unthinkingly. The anxiety is gone, though your heart still pounds, now filled only with the thought of Joel’s safety. 

Her face hardens further, then twitches, her hand tightening on the gun, and you can tell she’s more than ready to pull the trigger. 

Your mind races, assessing the situation. You want to shoot her now, but you know that if you do, her hand will tense and she’ll fire a bullet right into Joel’s brain. You need her to point it at you. Then you’ll move—duck and fire, and then you and Joel will shoot the rest of them down. You need to get her agitated, get her mad at you, but you can’t let on how much you care about Joel because she’ll surely use it against you. You search your mind for something to say. 

“I said back the fuck off.” You nearly shout at her. “It’ll be a waste of a bullet. We don’t have anything, and we haven’t done shit to you.” You continue to talk loudly, trying to get her attention on you. She raises her eyebrow, seeming to be surprised by your defiance. These are some ballsy motherfuckers, thinking they’re so smart, so in charge, despite how idiotic their behavior has never ceased to be. Her face remains hard, but she adjusts her grip on her gun, considering what to do next. Finally, she turns to you, cocking her gun as she points it at your forehead. It wasn’t even fucking cocked? You know what, whatever—“We checked the motel, there’s nothing here. Unless you’re interested in some jewelry,” you tell her venomously, cocking your head towards the desk where the few dusty pieces of jewelry lay strewn by the woman who stayed here decades before you. 

Her eyes narrow, eyes flicking towards the desk and then back at you. Slowly, her finger tightens ever so slightly on the trigger, calculating whether or not she wants to shoot, when a voice cuts the silence, causing everyone to freeze in place, then whip their head towards the doorway.

There’s a man leaning against the balustrade outside, older, with almost neck length, wavy, graying hair, and a short beard. He’s thin but muscular, wearing a gray button up tucked into his jeans, secured with a thick leather belt. Well groomed, you notice. Holding a fat pistol loosely at his side, his voice is gruff; annoyed, but casual, sort of slow, with a western twang. 

His head is tilted as he speaks, face calm, “I could hear all you dumbasses from a mile away. What are you, a bunch a idiots? If there were any Infected ‘round here, they would have already eaten y’all up. And, as I’m sure you have noticed, this place is picked clean. There’s nothin’ to find. So, what I’m wonderin’ is what, exactly, are you still doin’ here?”

[mrsbsmooth]

Suzi, now… before the reveal I NEED you to rank the islanders based on their names and resumes (we mostly have similar opinions Id love to see your prospective)

Oh you NEED it well then okay I guess I gotta do it 😂 y’all wild.

Note: this does NOT indicate which LI I’m going for this season. I’m waiting for the rest of the sprites because I’m ✨ shallow ✨

Anyway, here you go!

(Hope this doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass)

Season 8 islanders ranked worst to best

Based on nothing but their applications

#8 Sports Physio (Jack)

Cyclist. Last place.

#7 Wedding planner (Emel)

Hannah/Juliet hybrid. Thinks she knows everything about love. “Can always tell when a couple aren’t right for each other”, now wouldn’t that be convenient if you’re coupled with someone she wants??? It sucks because she sounds so smart and cultured and I hope she’s nice, but I just have a feeling they’re gonna make her the villain.

#6 Acrobat (Sophie)

She could be interesting, but she’s screaming “I’m quirky! Look at me! Want to watch me do a handstand?” Like come on, at least Rohan had a personality outside of his job. It might end up being endearing like Tim with his rap career but somehow I don’t see it happening. I hope not though because I do so love the Irish.

#5 Cat Cafe Manager (Luna)

Idk what it is about her she just sounds laaaaaaame. And this is coming from someone with a cat who adores them more than life itself. One of those people who makes coffee their whole personality, you know??? I feel like she’s gonna be Thabi from S4 but without the personality quirks that made her unique.

#4 Firefighter (Oakley)

He sounds a little boring but I have a feeling he is going to be like, next level hot. Like NEXT LEVEL hot. I’m immediately picturing Blaze from Love Is Blind (Netflix Game) and if he is I might die. 6’3!?!?!?!? Strong silent type, Jake Wilson-esque, might be our “slow burn” (😏) of the season because I feel like one of the girls is gonna latch her claws into him like that cat he saved and NEVER LET GO.

#3 Underwear Model (Jin)

Don’t get me wrong, he’s gonna be hotter than the sun, but honestly his personality is just boring to me. It might be how it’s written, but the whole “I’m funny because I tell you I’m funny” is getting a bit old. I hope he’s got a serious/romantic side to him (a la Bruno 🥰) otherwise he’s gonna get on my nerves real quick (a la Bryson 🤢).

#2 Dentist (Claudia)

I’ll be honest I’ve already seen her sprite and holy moly mother of Mary she is a STUNNER. I already know MC is gonna have nothing on her, but she’s gonna be stuck in friendship couples for her whole time in the villa because she’s a female LI. This also means she’s probably a bestie option. She seems so smart and funny, and it seems like she doesn’t take things too seriously. She’s gonna be fanfic fodder for sure.

Drumroll:

#1 Travel Photographer (Theo)

Not only is this one of my favourite names, it’s also one of my weaknesses. Greek men. Y’all saw me last season demanding Cassius and it didn’t eventuate so if Theo is as hot as he sounds I might pass away. The reformed player vibe is doing it for me so I’m REALLY looking forward to seeing if he’s all that. If nothing else he sounds like he’s going to be a huge source of entertainment and will probably get himself into a lot of trouble 😂

[sokkigarden]

hi!! i am a sucker for the fake dating trope and i was hoping you could do a Jamie x reader fake dating thing? i would literally die <3

me and @whimsical-roasting were LITERALLY JUST talking about this tee hee so shoutout to her! i’m also obsessed w fake dating i hope you like this anon! <3 this is sorta the beginnings so maybe i’ll write part 2 if y’all like it ? lol

jamie tartt x reader | fake dating au drabble

it would start out at a bar or something definitely. you don’t know much about football but suddenly this really hot guy is draping his arm around your shoulder to get this creep to leave you alone. “hey babe, sorry it took so long,” he’d say and tuck some hair behind your ear, making eye contact with you so you know he’s playing it up to get this dude to leave.

the guy finally gets the hint and leaves you alone with the mystery guy. he’s looking at you expectantly but you don’t really know what to say.

“you have mates around here somewhere?” he asks, and you’d point to your friend who was presently making out with some guy in a corner booth. this bar was kinda exclusive and she’s dragged you along because she wanted to see some celebs and you hoped whoever she was kissing was at least mildly famous for her sake.

“no way, the blonde? she’s snogging my teammate,” he replies

“teammate?”

“yeah, i’m a footballer.”

“ohhhh, like professionally?”

you clearly don’t know anything about football if you don’t know him, but the question makes him laugh as he nods. your cluelessness is honestly endearing.

you thank him for helping with the creep and he offers to buy you a drink which quickly leads to spending the rest of the evening hanging out with him. you ask him stupid questions about football and then start trading stories about life.

it was a pretty platonic night aside from some light flirting but you couldn’t help but flirt with a fit footballer you’ll probably never see again.

until a picture of you next to him at the bar ends up on twitter. and your face is now trending.

you expect that it’ll pass by after a few days but then you see your face on the telly. followed up with a statement by jamie saying he’s happy with his new gf and would prefer people to stay out of his love life.

which is why you end up at the afc richmond training facility front desk asking to see your “boyfriend”

“why did you tell people i’m your girlfriend? are you insane?”

“uhhhhh”

truth be told the richmond boys had been ribbing him about the picture and he hadn’t wanted to deny it. and then some nosy reporter asked him about you in a pub and he thought a simple comment asking for privacy would be enough to calm things instead of fueling the fire.

jamie didn’t know what he was thinking. but the press hadn’t been super nice to him recently so he thought dating a nice low profile girl would help his image.

“and were you… i don’t know… ever going to mention this to me???”

“uhhhhh”

“oi, Jamie, is this your girl? she coming to the match tomorrow?”

one of jamie’s teammates clapped him on the shoulder and smiled at you before going into the locker room. his words intrigued you though. already a plan was forming in your head.

“would you… be able to get me tickets to matches? in exchange for being your fake gf?”

realization dawned on jamie’s face at your proposal and he nodded.

“i can get you VIP tickets, you and a mate? i’ll throw in a tartt jersey too. if you wear it, people might stop giving me so much slack. see i’ve changed.”

you held out your hand for him to shake and he did, squeezing it instead of letting go immediately. you looked into his eyes.

this plan could clearly mean trouble if you thought too much about how pretty he was. and how nice he seemed. and the feel of his hand in yours.

you were in so much trouble.

[ptergwen]

for nwh reqs….how about some good fluffy fluff with pete inspired by those gifs of him in the i survived my trip to nyc shirt & boxers and socks…..yeah 😌😌

w/c: 627

warnings: literally just one swear

a/n: his best look <3 thank you for sending hehe i hope you likeeee and keep them coming y’all i’m in the mood

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“seriously? they’re still out there?” you huff, glaring down at the press vans.

you’re watching through the blinds of peter’s bedroom window. you peek between a couple of the blinds, holding them open with your fingers so the reporters can’t see in.

ever since peter’s identity was revealed, the daily bugle has been following his every move. they’ve been camped outside the building since sunrise, and now it’s well after sunset.

“y/n, get away from the window,” peter calls to you from his bed with a chuckle. “you’re driving yourself nuts, baby. besides, it isn’t safe.”

you look at him over your shoulder, your lips curving into a frown.

“it isn’t safe for you, either,” you retort, then turn back towards the window. you scoff at the array of lights and cameras below you. “i can’t believe this shit, peter. this is so unfair,” you shake your head and face peter again.

“you can’t live like this forever, you know,” you speak softer. “yes i can. maybe, i like the attention,” peter raises his brows in a challenge. “you hate attention. you’ll do anything you can to avoid it,” you snicker. peter lets out a laugh of his own, laying back on his pillow. “well, i guess i gotta get used to it now,” he sighs.

peter clasps his hands on top of his stomach, staring out the window. you keep your eyes fixed on him. he’s wearing boxers and a t-shirt that’s oversized on him no matter how buff he gets, which you find oh so endearing.

that’s your boy.

“i thought you and may were looking for somewhere else to stay,” you mention. “uh, yeah. we are,” peter answers, distracted by something going on outside. “good. invitation’s still open if you wanna stay with me,” you remind him. he shifts his attention to you. “my parents wouldn’t mind,” you flash a smile.

“that’s sweet of you, baby. but, we can’t. i don’t wanna risk putting your family in danger,” peter gives you a sad smile back. “don’t worry, though. we’ll figure it out. thanks anyway.”

a group of girls whisper rather loudly amongst themselves outside of peter’s window, trying to catch a glimpse of him.

“they just can’t get enough of you, can they?” you lightheartedly remark. “i don’t blame them,” peter smirks. “me neither. i know the feeling,” you agree.

you finally shut the blinds and go over to peter’s bed. peter clings to your side as soon as you lie down, his arms securely hugging your waist and face buried in the junction between your neck and shoulder. he peppers the spot in kisses before resting his chin on your shoulder, you grinning over at him.

peter gazes up at you with his big brown eyes. your fingers come to comb through the floofy mess that is his hair.

“thanks for being here. i have no idea what i’d do without you,” peter rasps. “it’s not any trouble… right?”

you narrowly avoided a run-in with the press and were heckled by countless spider-man fanatics on your way over earlier. but, he doesn’t need to know that.

“not at all, my love,” you reply, leaving a kiss in his curls. “hey, it’s movie night. why don’t you choose, and i’ll go get snacks,” you suggest. peter beams at you, nodding. “‘mkay. oreos?” he hopefully asks. “and peanut butter. you got it,” you finish for him.

after placing one last peck on peter’s cheek, you head off to grab his usual movie snack.

you make peter’s life feel normal even though it’s anything but that at the moment, and he couldn’t be more grateful for it. it’s so refreshing to cuddle up to you and ignore the madness outside.

everything has changed; everything except you.

[saturngoldenchild]

Astrology observations: + some music for u <3

Ur favorite sea goat is back hiiiii 💓💓🫧🫧 some short observations for u and music you should listen to based on ur dominant element. I am going to open my inbox. I want to try it out first and then I’ll make sure to post rules if necessary. That is all, please enjoy this and the meaning of hello kitty <3

- 12th placements and not being believed is so true. These people know the answers, they just can’t prove it. Always trust your intuition babies.

- Bro… so I was looking at air moons n was losing my mind. I collected a bunch of Aquarius moons celebs cause I was like let me see who of my people is famous 🫡 and it was so sad. They all had some sort of very traumatic, difficult past. I also noticed that people wouldn’t think these people have suffered to such extremes due to the image they put on. We have to remember Aquarius is know as caring of the collective, which despite Saturn’s influence, makes it a very hopeful sign. With Uranus they’re looking toward the future with hopes of finding something better.

- one thing I love about earth placements at their best, especially mercury, is how blunt they can be with what they feel. Again, I think this is the placements at their best. But there is a reason why they get called honest, the only thing missing is authenticity with their emotions which again comes with time.

- When it comes to a situation where someone needs to take charge… if there is a water sign, they will try to take the lead but could fail due to a lack of diligence or just not being taken serious. They could be soft spoken or their stance could be a bit inward or unsure. I know this is kind of a stereotype but I do think there is some truth to it in the sense that a lot of the time their emotions can be out for the public to see. So if there is a problem and they are worried or upset it will show. I don’t want to perpetuate this “omg water signs r babies 🥺” thing it’s so corny. How do you guys feel about this???? Obviously this depends on the rest of the chart WE KNOW 🙄.

- Libra moons could have a mother who was highly critical of their looks. Libra moons, especially the men I have encountered are very critical of looks as well. I know three people with this placement who have looked their so in their eyes and told them how ugly their outfit is. 😭😭😭 I don’t mean it to say y’all are bitches, you kind of remind me of how critical Hispanic aunts are.

- Libra in the 8th or Libra Venus could be an attention seeker for their SO or their crush. Libra Venus are very blunt on the fact that they like you if it is a crush. They are the type to flirt with people and not get let down if it’s not immediately reciprocated. Y’all are just charming like 😋 Libra in the 8th is very clingy with their SO in private. Not in a bad way, they’re mischievous and it’s endearing.

- I didn’t understand fire placements being seen as egotistical until I saw it this way. Fire signs are very independent which can sometimes evolve into feeling as though you don’t need anyone for the wrong reasons. The reasons being…thinking nobody knows better than you do 💀 after that I understood all the other points. sometimes it’s okay to sit and take in your environment ur still a bad bitch but it’s still good to listen to those who you trust even if you don’t follow through with their advice.

- the best dancers I have seen usually have Venus ruled or Saturn ruled placements. It could make sense due to Venus ruling over art forms. Saturn placements have amazing stamina which I don’t feel is talked about enough, it ruled over time after all.

Artists you should listen to based on your dominant planet:

- Air signs: Start listening to Arca n you’ll start levitating I’m telling you. A creator on tiktok pointed this out but arca has a Libra stellium and it really shows. I’d say also if you like noise music you will love them. also check them out cause what are u doing with ur life not supporting a Latin artist 🤨 also start listening to flo milli this second cause she’s a genius and that aqua moon really comes through to shine.

- Earth signs: I am begging you to listen to RM I think you will find the comfort ur looking for honestly. As I said one of the lovely things I have found about the bluntness of an earth sign is their ability to be honest about how they feel no matter how bleak it may sound. His music is also just very grounded idk how else to explain it. ON ANOTHER NOTE…listen to double Capricorn poppy’s “i disagree”. I’m telling you you won’t regret it, she’s angry and she’s letting go and she’s letting karma do it’s thing. Rico Nasty lovely double Taurus that also makes music for angry, hot, earth signs. Also listen to Lous and the Yakuza, I love me a Virgo moon and will never deny it.

- Water signs: bjork right now. This woman has a scary ass chart (triple Scorpio) but her music is just as intense and surreal as these signs feel. It’s an experience truly. Also if you haven’t already check out Chloe x Halle they have such a good combo of cancer/Pisces placements that oof. ALSO listen to Moyko cause let me tell you I don’t have that whole chart but if that ain’t the most watery water sign music with a couple earth placements here and there. His music has me bawling but it’s comforting at the same time. And if you thought I wasn’t gonna talk about majority of ateez having water moons SPECIFICALLY CANCER MOONS YOURE wrong n u look dumb now. listen to them and Kali Uchis to feel confident.

- Fire signs: I don’t make the rules YALL need to listen to Rihanna. HER ARIES MOON IS MY WEAKNESS. It’s just passionate but also flirty and I think you’ll have fun cause like it’s Rihanna. listen to doechii right now. My favorite Leo ever, just blunt and confident but also very real and honest with her emotions on her songs. Also, Ann Peebles has a Leo moon and that is very personal to me. They way her songs handle heart break is very much I AM A FIRE MOON so yk.

okay lovely people this is all. I will post more often I promise <3

[orangeaurora]

Scarlet | Chapter 3

Pairing: steve harrington x reader, best friend! eddie munson x reader

Summary: Summary: After a falling out with her childhood best friend Nancy Wheeler due to her hatred for Steve Harrington, Y/N goes on a journey of discovering she has powers and that the goosebumps she gets around Steve Harrington aren’t actually from hatred. Though these new found powers are difficult to deal with, nothing is harder than dealing with the creatures of the upside down.

SLOW BURN AF

warnings: cussing, drunk Steve, mentions of having a scar, I think that is everything.

word count: 1750

A/N: i loooooove this chapter hehe. thank you for all the love on this so far. I never even thought this would get more than 5 likes. please lemme know what y’all think, and AHHH little hints to her powers finally!!! I hope you all enjoy, happy reading cuties. <3

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I couldn’t believe that I was in Steve’s car driving him home. I was happy that he agreed to let me get him home safe, but did he deserve it? Yes, of course, he deserved it. Everyone deserves to be home safe after a long night of drinking. As I was driving, my thoughts felt like they were running a hundred miles per hour. I couldn’t stop picturing the soft expression on his face when I begged to take him home. I finally was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard sniffles from the backseat. I looked in the rearview mirror and saw a puffy, red-eyed Steve Harringon staring out the window.

“Are you doing okay?” I asked him, worried that he was feeling nauseous.

“What?” Steve said, “Yeah, I, I’m fine,” No he wasn’t. His response to my sincere question was pushed out of his chest through tears, with a slight voice crack at the end.

“You don’t look fine, Steve,” There was a long, suffocating silence as I waited for what he was going to say next. Before he could get any words out, Steve started to cry. A real cry that had audible sobs. Oh god, a drunk cry. Finally, Steve choked out an “I am so so sorry, Y/N,” huh? “What do you mean, Steve?” I was staring at him with furrowed eyebrows through the rearview mirror, trying my hardest to pay attention to the busy road in front of me. “I called you something mean,” Oh this poor boy is so drunk, was I really getting an apology right now? “Yeah, that uh, that one stung Harrington,” I knew these were drunk words, but every ounce of my being wanted to believe that the words coming out of his mouth were sincere. “You are beautiful, Y/N,” beautiful? “and I think your scar is sick.” What was happening in this car? The goosebumps were back. But these ones felt different. I wasn’t angry at Steve, so why was I feeling this way? I was trying to figure out where this new feeling was coming from when, “You and Munson are cute,” came from the back seat. I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped my mouth. “Oh no, Steve,” I said with humor in my voice, “Eddie and I are just friends.”

“Oh, I just thought cause, I don’t know, I have heard him call you ‘babe’ before,” Ah yes, the term of endearment my beloved best friend chose to call me when I told him that I have never had a nickname from a friend before. “He only calls me that because he is my best friend, it really doesn’t mean what you think Stevie.” He smiled. A small, sweet smile that looked like it was sparked by the nickname I called him. “Oh, right.” And then, silence. The rest of the car ride was spent in silence, but not an uncomfortable one as I could see Steve falling asleep leaning against the window of the back seat. This silence also gave me a reason to think about what has happened in the last 10 minutes that I have been driving. Steve Harrington called me beautiful.

As I pulled up to Steve’s house and was preparing to get out of the car, I heard snoring. Great. I got out of the car with a deep sigh escaping my lips as I was not ready to wake up a sleepy Steve. I opened the door to reveal Steve’s limp body which had thankfully moved since leaning against the window. Catching Steve in my arms wasn’t on my itinerary for the night, but yet again, nothing that happened that night was.

“Steve,” I whispered to grab his attention. Nothing. “Steve,” I said a bit louder, and still, nothing. “STEVE,” he finally woke up and looked at me with a smile, “Y/N? What are you doing at my house?” Dear lord. “Steve, you’re drunk and I drove you home, come on let’s get you inside,” Steve’s smile never faded as he looked at me through his squinty eyes. “Oh yeahhhhh, that’s so nice of you, you’re like the best person ever,” he said as he clumsily climbed out of the car. I put his arm around my shoulder and walked him up to his front door and that’s when it hit me, why the fuck did I drive Steve here with his car and not my own? Now I was going to have to call Eddie to come to get me and that meant more time with my favorite person in Hawkins, not. Steve looked down at my face “Let, lemme get my keys” he said and he started digging through his pockets. He was not as coordinated as he wanted to be and his keys, along with other things flung out of his pocket. He went to bend down and grab them before stumbling and grabbing my arm with an exaggerated “woahhhh,” leaving his mouth. I laughed and told him I got it as I picked everything off the floor for him.“Which key is for the door?” I asked still grinning, “Mmm, that one,” he pointed to the correct one and I went to unlock the door but realized my hands were full with all the stuff Steve dropped, and put everything but the keys in the pockets of my tiny white shorts. Steve started to walk inside but bumped aggressively into one of the side tables in his family’s living room. “Okay clumsy, sit down before you break anything,” I said to him with a smile on my face. He obliged and layed on the couch but I could tell he wasn’t doing great. “I need to call Eddie to come to get me, Steve, do you need anything?” He looked up at me again with those caramel eyes, butterflies. “Water,” was all he said. “Yeah, of course.” I brought him a glass of water and sat down at the foot of the couch, “Anything else?” I asked one more time. “Nuh-uh,” Steve said as he closed his eyes and cuddled into the couch deeper. “Okay, I’ll be right back, Harrington” I started to walk away when I heard the smallest, “Okay, Nancy” come from Steve’s mouth. I paused in my tracks and felt an energy surge through my fingertips. I balled my hands into fists due to the new sensation in my hands and for a few seconds, all I could focus on was how weird my fingers felt until I heard Steve say “Nancceee,” His voice shook me out of my trance as I shook my arms loose and I walked into the kitchen to call my best friend to come to pick me up.

The phone was ringing for an uncomfortable amount of time before I finally heard Eddie’s voice on the other end of the phone. “Hello?”

“Eddie, it’s Y/N, I am at Steve’s and fucking brought his car instead of mine, will you please come pick me up?” I heard a sigh, “You know, I love you Y/N, but you’re kind of dumb” Eddie says as he laughs, “Yes, Munson, I know. Now please come get me before Steve Harrington drives me insane,” I whispered at the end so Steve didn’t hear me. Eddie agreed immediately. “Of course, babe, see you in ten,” He hung up before I could say anything else and I hung the phone back up on the wall. I walked back into the living room to see Steve surprisingly still awake. Eyes open, just staring at the wall. “Eddie is on his way to get me, Steve. Can I help you get anything else?” Why was I still helping him? “I am so cold,” Steve said. “Oh, um-okay. Where do you guys keep your blankets?” I never thought I would actually be inside Steve’s house before and it was all new territory for me. Steve didn’t have to use any words as he pointed to a basket of blankets in the corner of the room. Wow, so I am dumb and blind. I grabbed him a blanket and fluffed it out and put it on top of him. “Thank you,” he looked so… human. Just a sleepy, messy-haired teenage boy sprawled out on the couch in front of me. This wasn’t the Steve Harrington that everyone held on a pedestal. I snapped myself out of my thoughts and sat in the armchair across from the couch that Steve was on so I could wait for Eddie. The blanket must have helped Steve relax, as I watched his eyes flutter shut and shortly after heard him snoring the same way he did in the car only a little while ago. That was my cue to leave Steve’s house and I decided to just wait for Eddie outside. Only a few minutes later Eddie pulled up and I have never gotten into a car faster in my life.

“So, how was your time with Harrington? Amazing, I presume?” I looked at Eddie and rolled my eyes, “Oh yeah, that was the best Halloween of my life, thanks for asking!” Eddie laughed, “But honestly, it could have been worse?” I said while shrugging my shoulders. Eddie looked surprised, “Oh yeah?” “Well you know, besides him calling me Nancy at one point when I was taking care of him, I would say it went pretty…okay.” Eddie wrinkled his nose at what I was saying, “Yikes babe, you think he will remember tonight? Like, at all?” I sighed, “Who knows.”

The car ride was short and was a comfortable silence for both of us. I was exhausted after this crazy fucking night. Eddie dropped me off at my car which was still parked near Tina’s house. I got out of Eddie’s car and thanked him a bunch of times before each of us ended the conversation with a “love ya” and Eddie drove off. Driving home that night didn’t feel real. Everything Steve said to me was replaying over and over. How did we go from “scar face” to “you are so beautiful” in the span of only a few hours?! When I got home, I was finally able to take that disgusting stained white corset off. The last thing I did before getting into bed that night was stare at myself in the mirror and slowly a smile appeared on my face as I laughed to myself, “Yeah, I guess my scar is pretty sick”.

tags; (thank you for supporting) @mochminnie @smellanieeee @pinkangelskies

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[realcube]

ONCE YOU’RE GONE

rq ♥ hello!! can i please request miya twins, sakusa, suna, akaashi x fem!reader an angst one. like they got into a heated argument each other. reader just had enough, maybe take a stroll and got into a deadly accident that cost her life/ memory loss or something. and the hq char regrets it

tw ♥ angst, hurt/comfort, breakups, disappearances, very vague implications of kidnapping, memory loss & injury 

a/n ♥ sorry i couldn’t think of anything for suna </3 

ATSUMU MIYA

♡ he’s never really been an overly religious guy

♡ yet everyday, he finds himself praying that you’ll come back 

♡ and before now, he considered himself a rather patient person, but every second you were gone was filled with anguish

♡ mostly because he knew it was all his fault

♡ nobody blamed it on him though, which only made him feel more guilty

♡ it was late, so he decided to walk you home from his house. hardly with your safety in mind though, just because he wanted to spend more time with you

♡ that was his first mistake

♡ his second was getting so defensive over his volleyball team

♡ he was talking about their recent loss to karasuno high, and how they were all devastated since they had been training for ages

♡ yet instead of comforting him, you simply replied, “maybe you should do things besides volleyball, if you’re getting so worked up about it.”

♡ but all he heard was you being condescending (though that genuinely wasn’t your intention) and telling him to give up something he is passionate about because of one little defeat

♡ you tried to explain that you honestly meant no harm by your statement but atsumu argued that the damage had already been done, hence your apology meant nothing to him

♡ realising that atsumu was just being pissy and taking his frustration at the game out on you, you distanced yourself; walking a few paces in front of him and plugging in your earbuds to tune him out

♡ after marching behind you for a few more yards, atsumu eventually decided that he was finished 

♡ in one swift motion, he turned on his heels and stomped back his house, leaving you to walk the rest of the distance yourself; that was his third mistake

♡ however, after walking for about half a mile, he got a newsfeed notification on his phone titled, ‘four people reported missing in hyōgo prefecture, in the last week.’

♡ it only took one headline for all atsumu’s previous emotions to be swept away and replaced with one that left him motionless; guilt

♡ he continued walking back to his home, reasoning that you clearing didn’t want him near you — anyone could tell by the way you walked in front of him and ignored him— so he must’ve made the right choice to leave you, since it’s what you wanted, after all

♡ and it’s not like y’all broke up or anything, he still loves you and hopes you are safe and to prove that, he apologised and texted you first 

♡ ‘hey, i’m so sorry i was i bit of a jerk earlier.’

♡ followed by ‘text me once you’re home.’  

♡ no response, simply read at 21:45 

♡ that was a week ago, yet he still wholehearted believed that you were going to come back

♡ though, deep down he knew he was just feeding himself the same line over and over again, just so that he wouldn’t feel guilty, and so that the sight of a volleyball stopped making him feel so sick and distressed

OSAMU MIYA

♡ he’s never felt such a sea of emotions at once before

♡ on one hand, he was just happy to see you alive and well; isn’t that all a lover should want?

♡ however, he didn’t have the honour of calling himself your lover anymore

♡ you didn’t remember anything from before the crash, which initially brought him a small tinge of relief, since you wouldn’t blame him for what happened

♡ however, you didn’t remember him at all

♡ so when he knelt by your bed and started apologising profusely, all you did which raise a brow and turn to the nurse, quietly — yet not discreetly — asking who the guy by your bed was

♡ he felt his hear tear apart at such a simple inquiry 

♡ however, instead of explaining himself, he got up and left, “nobody.”

♡ wanting to get it all off of his chest, he told atsumu about what happened, as if he didn’t know that his brother had the biggest crush on you during your whole relationship with osamu 

♡ and of course, upon hearing the news, atsumu ‘snuck out’ later to go visit you in hospital and presumably try to win your heart 

♡ though, there was nothing ‘sneaky’ about the way he loudly fumbled around with the car keys, or the way he tended to slam the door behind him — atsumu knew exactly what his brother was trying to do and although it pained him to even think of losing you, he let his brother pursue you anyway 

♡ he tried to protect you once and it resulted in you losing your memory, so god knows what would happen if he tried again

♡ plus, you were no longer his to protect, or at least that is what he tried to convince himself

♡ after months of daily visits from atsumu —and none from osamu — you were somewhat starting to gain your memory back 

♡ atsumu just seemed so.. familiar, and that was the single best feeling when you are so isolated 

♡ though, there was something off about him that you couldn’t exactly put your finger on, but he reassured you that it was because ‘seeing you hurt changed him as a man’ so of course he’s different from the way you ‘remember’ him

♡ years passed, and you continued dating atsumu in blissful ignorance of the events that happened before the accident

♡ you feel deeper in love with the atsumu you thought you knew and were forced away from osamu (who chose to remain single, he claimed it was to focus on his studies but he truly couldn’t find a second soulmate)

♡ it was only at your own wedding day were you finally able to see osamu once more, though you didn’t really interact with him much..

♡ until he objected during your vows, then, it was pretty hard to ignore him, especially since he appeared sober yet was claiming that you are his one true love, and he regrets ever leaving you 

♡ needless to say, the rest of the wedding definitely did not go as planned

KIYOOMI SAKUSA 

♡ he loved you; and he wished he had showed it more, now that it’s too late

♡ “sakusa,” you cooed, resting your head on his shoulder and offering him a plate of apple slices you cut yourself, while browsing the shows on TV, “what shall we watch tonight?” you inquired, but mostly to yourself since dating sakusa nowadays was similar to dating a literal rock 

♡ no response, as per usual

♡ well, on the bright-side, that just meant you’d get to watch whatever you wanted, unless sakusa spoke up, which he most likely would not 

♡ scanning through all your options, you decided to select some teen romance, coming-of-age movie that you knew sakusa would most definitely not enjoy, hence forcing him to say thing 

♡ however, instead of him reacting in accordance to your plan, he simply got up and left without another word

♡ something about the sight of him with his back turned to you, headed out of your house and back home with even a goodbye cleared your fogged mind and left one fact undoubtedly clear; you didn’t want to be with him anymore 

♡ and although you didn’t want to make assumptions, you surmised that he felt the same way; it was almost a certainty considering how distant he acted 

♡ so of course you cut it off that same night; yet when you proposed the idea of breaking up, sakusa became surprisingly defensive

♡ it was as if all of a sudden he realised how shitty he had been acting this whole time, and how his actions had effected you 

♡ you both yelled over the phone for hours, though it was hardly an ‘argument’, more like sakusa apologising profusely and making — what you believed to be — false promises, while you explained that you had just had enough 

♡ it ended with him almost screaming ‘i love you’, but you hung up on him too soon 

♡ he would never admit it, but he cried himself to sleep that night

♡ there was a part of him saying that he was just being overdramatic and you were nothing more than another lover that will enter and exit his life with the wind, but four years later, he still found himself getting butterflies upon catching a glimpse of you in the stands at one of games 

♡ despite the fact you were cheering for opposite team 

KEIJI AKAASHI 

♡ you two were the perfect couple

♡ study dates, sliding notes to each other during class, midnight strolls, endless support, dancing in the rain; it was like you were both living in your very own slice-of-life romance movie

♡ however, as they say, all good things must come to an end

♡ but for akaashi, that ending came too quickly

♡ “you can do it, i know you can!” that must’ve been the tenth time you’ve said that today, it was like your own inspirational mantra, yet akaashi didn’t seem to be endeared by it 

♡ “no, (y/n).” he repeated with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as he began to guide you to the door, “it’s a silly dream. i probably shouldn’t have even mentioned it.”

♡ “it’s not silly!” you argued, throwing on your jacket as he made it increasingly clear that he didn’t want to continue this conversation, “it’s your dream! you can’t just keep complaining about school if you aren’t even going to try to pursue your passion.” 

♡ akaashi silently shook his head, “go.” it was harsh, but he could only deal with speaking about his work life for so long

♡ “you go.” you snapped, though knowing it wasn’t exactly the comeback of the century, but it summarised your feelings well enough, “i’ve honestly had enough of you. i hope--” 

♡ you cut yourself off at that; storming off before saying something you might regret 

♡ though furious, you really didn’t want things to end with him, you just hoped that maybe one day you’ll be able to have a civil conversation with him about what he wants to do in life 

♡ because he hides it well, but the more you got to know him, the more you noticed that he truly wasn’t happy in his studies, and you just wished he would do something about it or at the very least, let you help 

♡ and he knew this too; he knew it all too well yet still couldn’t bring himself to better his life, even once you were gone

♡ you were critically injured after the accident, and during your time in the hospital, you let akaashi see you once

♡ one visit was his chance to redeem himself, to apologise and help you both align your futures together 

♡ but all he could do was sit with you in radio silence

♡ thirty minutes passed and his mind was running on overdrive, yet he couldn’t think of anything to utter after ‘hello.’

♡ so he left 

♡ no apology, no redemption, to attempt, nothing.

♡ all he could say was that he left with a heavy heart, a heart filled with hope that one day he could return to you despite all the wrong he has done; though that seemed more unrealistic than his dream of playing profession volleyball

♡ he had truly lost his soulmate 

[heyitssmiller]

Bewitched, Body and Soul

So... this happened. Blame the Discord. Basically, the premise is receiving a note from a stranger about having similar tastes in books, and my first thought was Finn/Leo. And now, around 24 hours later, this showed up in my word document. Hope y’all like it!! And don’t worry, I’ve already got a sequel planned with Logan ;)

All characters, of course, belong to the wonderful @lumosinlove

And, if you’re so inclined, check out my Masterlist if you enjoy this story! <3

CW: food/drink

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Leo loved this bookstore. There was a west-facing windowfront that allowed all sorts of afternoon light to shine through, creating a large, warm sunspot right in Leo’s favorite armchair. The shelves were always neatly organized by category, there was a featured book of the week, and there was a coffee shop sequestered to one corner of the building. What else did he need in life? He’d spent countless hours here, sitting with a new book and a cup of coffee or tea and getting lost in whatever world he’d been transported to within the crisp pages and black ink. Being new to the city, there were probably better ways to make friends, but there was something so soothing, so comfortingly familiar about shutting off the worry in his mind and just focusing on the story unfolding in his hands.

But when his stomach growled loudly in protest, he figured he needed to put reading on hold.

There was a wrinkled, jagged-edged scrap of paper sitting on top of Leo’s book when he returned to his table, café pastry in hand. It hadn’t been there a second ago. Curiously, Leo set his food down and inspected the foreign paper. Messy, inelegant scrawl slanted across the page in deep blue ink. The lines were uneven and chaotic; the i’s weren’t even dotted, almost as if it took too much effort to go back and add them in. Leo found it strangely endearing. It read:

           Hi!

           I don’t think we’ve met, but based on your choice of literature I think we would make great friends. :)

-        Carrot Top

Leo smiled, read it again, and looked around for the person who sent it but no one acknowledged him, seemingly lost in stories of their own. So he sat there, a smile still on his face as he got back to his book, using the note as a bookmark.

~~~

Finn couldn’t help himself when, a few days later, he left another note after seeing the guy with good taste in books again at the bookstore. He was at what must have been his usual table, seemingly right where Finn had left him. The only difference besides the clothes he was wearing was the book he was reading. Finn let himself linger on his profile, just for a second – the gentle slope of his nose, the way his curls rested against his forehead, how bright blue eyes scanned the pages below him.

Finn wasn’t one for love at first sight; that was for romance novels only. But instant attraction? Oh yeah. He was definitely there.

He picked up a small flyer from the front desk, flipped it over, and began to write.

And maybe it wasn’t a good way of, as the kids said these days, “shooting his shot”. But it was a start. And it was fun – the thrill of trying not to get caught, the anonymity. Sure, one day he’d maybe get up the courage to talk to him in person, but he was happy with this for now.

           Hmm… haven’t read that one. Might have to get myself a copy!

-        The Walking Freckle

After dropping the note off while the blond walked off to take a phone call, Finn tried to act casual as he stared sightlessly down at his own book instead of over at the cute stranger like he desperately wanted to.

Don’t be suspicious, don’t be suspicious…

If he was being completely honest, he didn’t really know where to go from here. Did the blond think the notes were creepy? Or weird? He never seemed to mind much, but… well, a stranger was repeatedly leaving notes for him. What if it was making him uncomfortable? Would it make things better or worse if Finn introduced himself?

A snort came out, unbidden. Yeah. Right. That would go well. Finn could practically see it now: he would be clumsy and awkward, probably spilling coffee all over the guy’s book or – even worse – all over him. He’d scare him off for sure.

But at the same time, Finn wanted nothing more than to meet him. To sit down across the table from him and debate the points of the book he was reading, or give book recommendations, or just talk. About literally anything. Finn wasn’t a picky guy. He could sit there and let him speak for hours, absorbing any and all knowledge about him like a sponge. Did the corners of those bright, blue eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiled? Did his cheeks get all flushed when he was passionate about something, just like Finn’s? What was the story behind the soft-looking tuft of gray hair at his temple?

Who was he?

Finn was overflowing with questions, and desperate for the answers.

But he needed to go about this the right way, didn’t he? The last thing he wanted to do was screw this up. So he closed his book, propped his chin in his hand so that he could stare out the window, and started to plan.

~~~

The next note threw Leo for a bit of a loop. He’d saved his table with his coat thrown over one of the chairs and went up to the New Books section, surreptitiously keeping an eye on his table and hoping that he’d catch his note-sender red-handed.

Leo could’ve sworn that he’d looked away for half a second, but – well, he got distracted by a book, so it easily could’ve been five minutes for all he knew. This note was written on one of the café napkins, the ink bleeding through in some spots and a few small tears in the delicate material.

Nice choice! That book absolutely shattered my heart and then pieced it back together. The way she writes love lost just hurts so beautifully, doesn’t it?

I like your sweater by the way.

Fuck I hope that’s not creepy.

I’m not a stalker, I promise. I just think you’re really cute. And you have amazing taste in books. I’d like to learn more, if you’d let me. :)

But first, you have to figure out who I am! Good luck!

-        Your Not-So-Secret Admirer in the Tortoiseshell Glasses

He smiled, wide and happy, and looked around for tortoiseshell glasses, red hair, and freckles. Those were the only three clues he had so far. So he quickly scanned the crowded café, looking for anyone who fit the description. The only one even close was a freckled, redheaded guy at the corner table, but no glasses.

That was a shame, too. He was stunning.

The mystery bibliophile must already be gone, then. Or hiding.

Looked like Leo had his work cut out for him. He did always like a challenge.

~~~

It probably wasn’t Finn’s best idea to take his glasses off. He couldn’t see a damn thing and was left squinting down at his book, trying to determine if what he was seeing was an F or a P.

That smile, though… he could’ve seen that dimpled smile from all the way across the street.

He never thought he’d be pining for a stranger like this, but then again – he wasn’t a complete stranger, was he? After all, you could learn a lot about a person by their book preferences. Finn wasn’t normally known for being a good judge of character – he was too optimistic, too unwilling to see the bad in people. But damn, did he hope he was right about this one.

~~~

Finn had probably been too bold with the note he’d just dropped off, but when he’d seen what book that his new maybe-friend was reading, he knew he couldn’t just pass up an opportunity like that.

He didn’t wait to see the reaction this time – he wasn’t sure he wanted to. He just left the short note on top of the book while the blond was at the café counter and booked it (pun definitely intended) out of there as fast as he could.

           You have bewitched me, body and soul. <3

-        Bambi

~~~

He should’ve waited. Leo’s reaction, all bashful smile and bright red face and pleased expression, would’ve been worth it.

~~~

Leo went back to the bookstore pretty much every day after that, intent on finding this person. Not only was this a fun little game they were playing, but it would be nice to finally have a friend in the city. He still didn’t know anyone besides his coworkers and… well, he was a little lonely. A friend would be nice, especially one who had a shared interest in books.

The only thing left to do was to find them.

Red hair, freckles, glasses, and big doe eyes.

Leo looked for the only four defining traits he had, methodically starting in the front of the store and weaving through isle after isle of bookshelves. When that proved unsuccessful he moved on to the café, gaze landing on the queue first before lurching to a stop at the glimpse of a shock of auburn hair in the far corner booth. Heart hammering in his chest, Leo used his height to his full advantage and peered over the line of people.

Freckles, Glasses, Big, doe eyes.

If he needed any more confirmation, the stranger – the very cute stranger – was reading the same book Leo had been reading a week ago. The one his anonymous friend said they hadn’t read yet.

It had to be him.

Leo didn’t let himself think about it too much – he knew he’d panic if he did. He just strode over and sat down across from him, setting his book down on the table with a quiet thud. The note-writer jumped a little, then lifted wide brown eyes to look up at him.

Oh, but he was gorgeous.

“So what part are you at?” Leo asked, eyes taking in everything they could now that he was close enough – that messy red hair that just barely curled at the ends, the hint of scruff on his jaw, brown eyes shifting from shade to shade in the afternoon light filtering through the window beside him. Soft, mesmerizing lips curved into the beginnings of a smile that Leo couldn’t help but be transfixed by. “Have you gotten to the part where Patroclus dies?”

Finn stared back, trying to look horrified but he knew he was smiling so much that they counteracted each other because, finally, he’d figured it out. “I can’t believe you’d break rule number one of having a reading buddy: don’t spoil the ending.”

Dimples.

“Oops.”

Finn was done for.

“I’m Finn,” he managed to stammer, aiming for his best smile and probably looking like he’d just tasted something awful instead.

“Leo,” his companion said with a warm smile. Then he frowned. “Wait, no. Go back. You can’t spoil the ending of a story that’s literally thousands of years old.” The blond leaned back in his chair, sipping his coffee and watching in amusement as Finn gaped at him in horror. He could feel his cheeks and ears getting red, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“That’s so not the point!”

Leo laughed, then motioned for Finn to state his case. And then Finn was off, forgetting all about his nervousness and tendency to be awkward. He ranted about that topic for… well, he didn’t really know how long, but it was a while. Leo didn’t even bat an eye, keeping pace well and interjecting with his own points calmly and collectedly – the gentle breeze to Finn’s tornado. He was smiling, too, even though sometimes he tried to hide it behind the rim of his coffee cup. And he was smart, Finn learned as they jumped from one topic to the next and the minutes ticked by. He knew a lot about literature, like Finn, but he could also make these random connections to all kinds of different topics that Finn would’ve never thought of, all while keeping up with Finn’s fast-paced brain and tendency to jump down rabbit holes.

It was an instant connection, the likes of which Finn had never experienced before. It was intoxicating. Finn felt like he could never get enough.

During a lull in between one conversation and the next, Leo pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it over, looking suddenly and inexplicably shy. Finn cocked his head confusedly, then unfolded the paper and looked down.

           Would you like to go on a date sometime?

PS: I’m free tonight if you are. :)

-        The Guy Who’s Been Crushing on You for Weeks

Finn’s heart threatened to burst. “Absolutely.” He hesitated, just for a second, then decided to go for it. “Are you free now? I know a pretty great café nearby.” With a wiggle of his eyebrows, he jerked his thumb at the bookstore café and earned a laugh. He wondered what he could do to earn another.

“Sounds perfect.”

They walked over to the counter together, the backs of their hands just barely brushing – it was still enough to make Finn hyperaware of every miniscule movement and get his pulse hammering. Leo was teasing Finn for his terrible eyesight in a soft, southern drawl – something Finn definitely wasn’t expecting but sure as hell wasn’t complaining about, his fingers deliberately playing with Finn’s now, and Finn knew it was going to be a good night. It was already a good night; how could it possibly get any better?

“What can I get for you?”

Leo and Finn looked up at the barista and their eyes widened in tandem as they took in thick chestnut waves, long, dark lashes, and bottle-green eyes. He wasn’t smiling, not necessarily. His expression was fairly neutral, all things considered – except for those eyes. If you stared at then long enough, you could see just the faintest whisper of amusement.

They both looked down slightly, searching for a nametag. There, in bold black letters, read:

Logan.

[gyuluster]

txt as boyfriends

requested : yes, thank you @engenemoa-forever​!

words : 1.23k words

genre : fluff, just a lil suggestive but hella hella fluff, bitsa crack too

a/n : hi good evening thank you and sorry for writing this so late ))): i hope you and all u sexc mfs enjoy <3 special mention to @soobmint for helping out with this!! her ideas are too cute not to include <3

SOOBIN

this man would never stop thanking his luck stars that he’s dating you

a total lovebug - he is at his best when he’s in a relationship, so he just can’t stop smiling or simply be happy in your presence

is extremely shy so when you show him affection he has to hide himself so you can’t see him blushing like a churchboy

on the other hand, would always want to show you the love he’s too embarrassed to accept - would never be too proud or too shy to tell you how beautiful you look every morning or whispering sweet nothings to you in the night to help you sleep

would randomly cook meals in the night to show his commitment to you - even though he works extremely hard he would immediately take over the housework if he sees you tired

the PERFECT listener - you could rant about anything and everything for HOURS and he would not even fidget, listening intently to your problems

also gives insane advice so you always turn to him - basically your free therapist

endearments galore - “my love” is his utmost favourite 

dates always include romatic-lit dinners somewhere intimate, and always end with the two of you, hand-in-hand, looking at the stars in your home

in short, this man is wholly dependent on you - you become the beacon of his life, and are every way his missing puzzle piece 

YEONJUN

you both are fucking WILD

honestly no one even doubts the two of you are going out it’s literally so OBVIOUS

this goon is the most flirtatious little fucker known to man

WILL make you sososososososo flustered all the time 

he is so bloody shameless - like he would happily argue with another over how his girlfriend is the prettiest, and not someone else’s 

a lot of contact !!! so much contact on god!!!

HAS to have his arm around you all the time, perhaps the sneaky hand lingering on you all the time

ADORES to kiss you - honestly could kiss you all day, whether it be on your forehead, nose, lips, other places

would show you the whole world - spontaneous trips to either the streets of Paris or the mountains of South America, he’s ready to take you anywhere

y’all might not agree with me on this, but i don’t think he’d be jealous at all concerning you - in fact, he’s so confident in his abilities as a great-as-fuck boyfriend that he doesn’t mind you having boys as super close friends - he knows you’ll be in his arms by the end of the night

you are his only “darling” - his muse, and the love of his life

BEOMGYU

beomgyu as a boyfriend would be the best thing of your life yet the bane of your existence at the exact same time

constantly playfighting 

like you both are at each other’s NECKS at ever waking moment - whether that be over you purposefully taking the last chip to you threatening to burn his neighbourhood down

teasing!!! the teasing never stops!!! this man will have you blushing all the time - he loves seeing you flustered so he can make fun of you which then only gets you pissed

his head is ALWAYS on your shoulder - sometimes he just falls asleep when he’s a little tired and despite you tempted to toss his head off and into the wall, you let him rest upon you

the two of you don’t have particularly loving endearments - i mean, if y’all think “prick”, “dickhead” or “cumshot” is affectionate

a massive brat - either his way or the highway homie you’re gonna have to submit to his movie choices

KING of pouts — one of those bad boys being whipped out and that’s it you’re the victim of emotional manipulation

jealous !!!! this mans gets soooooo annoyed when other guys are bantering around with you — always results in you poking fun which then leads to him sulking in the corner

super late messages at night where he sends voice notes of him singing or playing the guitar which help you fall asleep

basically he’s a massive pain in the ass but it’s a pain you don’t really wanna get rid of

TAEHYUN

okay so this man is quite different from the others because he’s not instantly comfortable

it takes him time to truly mould into the idea of a relationship, but when he does it’s literally seventh heaven

the realest — he is the one who tells you the hard truths or any upsetting news he has — even so, you only want to hear it from him because he would never sugarcoat anything from anyone, least of all you

deeply emotional — his greatest wish is to see you happy and will go to great lengths to fulfil it whether it’s just going out to get your favourite snack or helping you through a more serious problem

HATES !!!! absolutely DETESTS to see you upset — if it’s anyone specific that’s it they’re getting their shit ROCKED

super observant !! this man picks up on how you’re feeling, whether you need help or simply want to be in his presence — either way, he senses and comforts you in the best way

LOVESSSS to sing to you — for him it’s one of the most intimate acts he can offer, so at any time when you both are alone, he will play with your hair as he sings a soft melody to you

is actually kinda clingy — once he’s most himself with you he always wants to hold your hand or at least be closer to you, even in certain public areas — it makes you MELT because it means he fully accepts and sees you as his own

basically, you could not live without this man — he is the epitome of collected, trustworthy and deeply affectionate goodness

HUENINGKAI

oh my goodness

hyuka would literally never stop screaming about you

some goon could be talking about the presidential elections and hyuka will still manage to slide you into the conversation — eventually someone will tell him to shut the fuck up (he won’t listen though)

HUGS GALORE !!! this man would never stop he NEEDS to have his arms around you or how will he survive ??!?!

is never too shy or proud to declare his undying love for you — one time he shouted it a little too loud and it resulted in him getting a warning from the neighbours

no barriers !!! this man would tell you EVERYTHING about his life it does not remotely matter how insignificant it is he will report it to you

spontaneous as fuck !! wanna go midnight shopping for instant noodles in your pjs?? travel to another city on a whim of a decision? hyuka’s the one you seek

super emotional — not like taehyuns, where it is more suppressed — his is an all out spectacle — if you guys have a fight, he WILL cry his eyes out

sleepovers ALWAYS have to include the both of you making pillow forts in your bedrooms while watching some fantasy adventure — you both end up sleeping in your creation

although you will grow up, hyuka is the man you can still be a child with and enjoy yourself

[thatslikely]

A Slow Dance - G.W.

A Slow Dance- George Weasley x Fem!Reader (unspecified house)

Warnings: none! pure fluff <3

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: y’all I’m serious. where’s my George. I need someone like this asap, don’t be shy universe. hope you guys enjoy as always :)

Just a Reminder: song lyrics/thoughts are in italics [I imagined is Put Your Head on My Shoulder by Paul Anka, but any song works]

Taglist: @horrorxweasley @hufflepuff5972 @amourtentiaa 

if you want to be added, send me a dm or an ask!

Requested by the lovely @amourtentiaa [my first request I’ve gotten, and I love it!]

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“Ugh. Why do you have to sit hunched over your desk studying all the time? Have at least a little fun! It’s our last year at Hogwarts!” A sprawled out George exclaimed from your ruffled four-poster bed with a groan. His handsome face hung off the edge of the bed frame, his upside-down gaze fixed on your distracted figure.

George was always quite needy; it was practically a law of nature. Whether it was running around pulling a record-breaking marathon of pranks, or just tenderly holding his large, soft hand while discussing your favorite novel, he lapped up every ounce of you he could. 

“Georgie, if I don’t do well on my N.E.W.T.s, how do you expect me to get a decent job?” you asked with a bit more bite than you intended. The complex, academic sentences scribbled onto the parchment before you droned through your brain like headache-inducing white noise, which soured your attitude more than you liked to admit. 

It made your heart flutter knowing that George yearned for your care so much, but you had your whole life to spend with the vexatious redhead. You only had the next week to pass your N.E.W.T.s. 

“You’ll always have a job down with me at the shop, c’mon! Imagine: my two favorite things wrapped up into one!” he said, before adding more softly, “plus, you’d look so cute in the uniform.” You couldn’t help your cheeks from heating up at his affectionate comment, which wasn’t intended to grace your ears. 

“I wish it was simple as that, Georgie. While I’d love to work with you at the shop, you know that’s not what I really want to do. You always tell me to shoot for the moon, and this is just part of the process.” You were unrelenting with your studying, which George of course admired, but he was equally relentless in his pursuit of spending time with you, even if it was just for a second. 

The dorm fell suspiciously quiet, which allowed your mind to delve even deeper into your studies. The strokes of your quill grew deeper and sharper into the parchment with focus, the ink-blotted tip eventually tearing a small rip mid-sentence.

A breath that you unknowingly held escaped your lips in the form of an exasperated sigh. You rubbed your temples before picking up the quill and starting again. 

You mindlessly scribed cursive onto the dense paper for several minutes before snapping out of your trance at the jarring noise of a chair’s legs scraping across the hardwood floors. George took the vacant seat next to you, resting his elbow on the surface of the desk. 

His handsome face rested comfortably in his palm, his whole body turned towards you. You could’ve sworn his mischievous but lovable gaze flickered to your soft lips every few seconds like a magnet drawn to its opposite pole. 

Stop thinking about George, and his delicious lips, alluring cocoa-colored eyes, fluffy red hair… think about Transfiguration! 

Your quill-wielding wrist moved in more furious motions, your determination to stay devoted to your academics made your eyes drift to the smug titian-haired boy next to you more than ever. You eventually succumbed to your heart’s desires, giving George a small glance.

The expression George donned shattered your expectations; you expected his eyes to be droopy and half-asleep, jaw-slacked in boredom, evidenced by his disdain of all things school-related. 

Instead, however, his red tongue stuck out to his chin, his index fingers pulling apart his freckled cheeks. His mocha eyes were humorously crossed, fixed on his adorable aquiline nose. He looked utterly ridiculous.

“What’re you doing, Georgie? You look absurd!” you questioned with a hefty chuckle. His eyes lit up with triumph at the laugh fleeing your lips. 

“I’m getting your eyes off that stupid piece of parchment! You’ve been writing nonsense on it for the past quarter of an hour. You need a break.”

“Just let me study a bit more, then I promise I’ll spend some time with you, okay?” you bargained, hoping for compliance. You pivoted your head back to the strewn papers resting on the mahogany desk in front of you, ready to get back into a productive rhythm. 

The welcome rhythm never stayed for long though, for it was always disrupted by George making another goofy face. He’s just being a child, you thought, you’re a seventh year. Ridiculous faces aren’t funny. Oh how wrong you were. 

With every new expression that graced his features, another laugh threatened to escape your mouth. Soon enough, your eyes were steadily fixed on the frivolous ginger, ready for what face he would come up with next. 

Your brain was locked in a battle: George and his loveable humor, versus your Transfiguration notes and passing your N.E.W.T.s. Both were hardy competitors, but in the end, McGonagall’s subject prevailed. George got up from the seat next to you with a huff, blowing a stray red strand of hair up from his forehead. 

He paced around the large room, scheming a way to get your undivided attention. He peeked around the wooden shelves and dressers that stayed pressed against the walls of the dorms, looking for something, anything.

His eyes eventually settled on the record player on your nightstand by your bed. It was a muggle device that his father had ranted about many times before, and he guessed that he could probably figure out how to work it. 

His calloused fingers plucked the top inky-black vinyl record from the stack, feeling the textured grooves engraved in its surface. He set the record in place, dropping the needle not long after. The previously pin-drop silent room quickly came to life with the enrapturing sounds of harmonious chords.

It appeared that even the universe wanted to free you from the shackles of your boring notes, for the vinyl George happened to choose was your favorite song, and a slow, romantic one at that. 

George lightly tapped your back, causing you to swivel around towards him. He had his long, toned arm outstretched to you charmingly, beckoning you for a dance. You gingerly placed your palm into his and he swiftly pulled you out of the chair and into the middle of the floor.

His face was handsome as ever; you only just now realized how much you missed all of him. His gentle touch, his honey-pooled eyes, the pure love pumping through his veins. His hands rapturously rested on your waist, yours’ wrapped around the nape of his neck. You twirled a small section of his red hair in between your fingers, which only made the lovestruck grin on his face grow bigger.

The song continued to echo through the cozy walls of the room, the unified swaying of your hips in sync with the song’s slow beat. You nearly melted in his warm embrace, his arms gradually bringing you closer and closer to his beating chest.

You eventually rested your head on George’s shoulder, feeling the soothing vibrations of his vocal chords humming along with the notes of the song. 

Put your lips next to mine dear, won’t you kiss me once, baby?

As if the song had you two lovebirds under a spell, George slowly brought his lips to yours, giving you a slow and passionate kiss. 

He’d kissed you so many times before, but this time it felt different, in the best way possible. It was as if angels sang when your lips graced his’; you could taste his feelings through the connection, his devotion and longing for you overriding your senses. Your eyes teared up at the wave of endearing emotions that overcame you. 

The sensual dancing continued long through the night, the tender and enchanting kisses and slow sways wiping your mind of the stressful upcoming exams. 

“Feel better, darling?” George breathily mumbled into your ear, the warmth from his mouth shooting directly to your heart, coating your body with goosebumps.

All your hazy, smitten mind could respond with was a simple but passionate, “I love you.”

“I love you too, darling.”

[zedwards]

MOVIE DATES WITH STRAY KIDS

stray kids x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.8k

warnings: intended for male reader, but can be read as gender neutral; my first fic 👉👈 im nervous; lowercase aesthetic; does “bastard” count as a swear word..?

i hope you enjoy this little gift :)

bang chan

he likes romantic comedies

tbh being chan’s s/o would feel like a romcom of its own

since he doesn’t like crowds, your movie dates together usually wouldn’t involve actually going to the movies

instead you’d probably both opt to stay in for the night and watch a movie on the couch

under multiple blankets

in each other’s arms

hugs and cuddles

with the occasional kiss on the top of your head

it’s so soft

it’s chan :)))

he does the little claps at the end of the movie

because happy endings ^–^

y’know those awkward scenes where the main couple meets for the first time?

he likes to point out which character you were most similar to when the two of you first met

“i didn’t know you were in this movie!”

“you look so different! i could hardly recognize you!”

he’s such a dork

all your movie nights would end in one of three ways:

1.) you falling asleep in his arms

2.) him falling asleep holding you close (yeah not really, this man doesn’t sleep that much T_T)

or 3.) you both make it through the movie, and one of you says something like

“this is nice...i wish we could just stay like this”

and so you both (in theory) fall asleep right where you are

either way, chan is the best boyfriend and neither of you know what you did to deserve each other

lee know

he’d get you to go see a horror movie

even if you protest, he’d manage to convince you somehow

pokes fun at you every time you get scared

during a suspenseful part in the movie, he’d suddenly put his hands on your shoulders and shake you (lightly) out of nowhere, just to startle you

and he’d have to stifle his giggles because your reaction is just too priceless

absolutely relishes in how you never let go of his arm

like ever

seriously, his arm might as well be an extension of your body at this point

he may act like he’s annoyed

but he loves it

cuz he knows it’s because you feel safe with him

and if you hide your face in the crook of his neck

he’d get this look on his face...

something between an evil smirk and an amused grin

why? because his plan is working

plot twist: the whole reason he chose to see a horror movie with you was so that you would cling to him

surprise!! >:]

but even if you catch on, he’ll never admit it

tsundere

“did you even see any of the movie?”

you just kinda grumble in response, still latched onto his arm

“i can’t believe it... i so generously paid for your ticket, only for you to hide your face the whole ti- OW!”

you jab him in the side with your elbow give him a “love tap” :)

but it’ll take more than that to get him to stop teasing you about it

he’s a cocky bastard but you love him to death for it

seo changbin

superhero movie!!!

like something from the mcu

seeing him get so excited/invested in the movie??

wholesome

but he might get a little too excited

in other words, going to the movies with changbin is an...interactive experience

meaning that he talks at the movie

not to the movie, but at the movie

like...he talks at the characters on screen

as if they can hear him

honestly it’s kinda cute

but occasionally you have to remind him to keep his voice down

“HE TRIED TO TELL YOU NOT TO TOUCH THE STONE”

“shhhh alright calm down a bit-”

“...AND NOW YOU DEAD”

“changbin i love you but please don’t get us kicked out of the theater”

10/10 would have his arm around you throughout the movie

even if his arm goes numb, he’d refuse to let anything stop him

“changbin, you don’t have t-”

“CUDDLES.”

lowkey feels like a pillow

bc he beefy

on very rare occasions he might fall asleep during the movie

if he does end up dozing off and you catch him in the act, he’d deny it profusely

he likes to spontaneously slip his hand into yours :)

and lace your fingers together :))

you’re holding hands now :)))

his presence is just so warm and fuzzy and you make each other so happy

hwang hyunjin

THIS MAN

the funnest(?) most fun bf in existence

he’s definitely the type to try and smuggle outside food into the theater

he insists that he’s inconspicuous about it

and he tries to be

but he’s not :)

“uh... hyunjin, why are you wearing two hoodies?”

“i uh... i’m... cold?”

“so you’re sticking bags of microwaveable popcorn in between your sweatshirts...to keep warm?”

*visibly sweating* “i can explain...”

ok ok

so y’all seeing a comedy

why?

because HIS LAUGH OMG

it’s so bubbly and contagious

so naturally, you’d both be laughing up a storm at the back of the theater

and sometimes it’s because of the movie

but most of the time it’s because of the side comments the two of you keep making to each other

and it doesn’t help that he keeps making these ridiculous observations about the characters in the movie

“what’s up with that guy?”

“what about him?”

“why is he built like a refrigerator?”

about halfway through the movie, you both reach that delirious state where literally anything and everything becomes funny

even if it’s not supposed to be funny

...especially if it’s not supposed to be funny

the two of you? lowkey hyenas

long story short, you’re both asked to leave the theater not even two hours into the film :)

han jisung

action!! movie!!

finishes the popcorn within the first ten minutes of the film

that is, if he doesn’t scarf it all down during the previews

he talks through the entIRE THING

he’s always got something to say

it’s like watching the director’s commentary version of a movie

but instead of the director talking about the film-making process

it’s jisung muttering nonsense in your ear

sometimes pertaining to the movie

and other times...

“hey did i ever tell you about the time i saw a seagull eating garbage?”

...yeah, other times it’s...not

either way, you don’t mind

because you aren’t really paying much attention to the movie anyways

you’re too busy admiring your boyfriend

how could you not?

the way he’s on the edge of his seat, giving the movie his full attention...

the light from the screen flickering dimly on his face, highlighting his gentle features...

you’re the luckiest person in the world, no doubt

his eyes light up whenever something particularly cool/badass happens in the movie

but he also gets startled by the explosions every now and then

when that happens, you just look at each other for a moment

and then burst into a fit of giggles

“stoooppp!! it was loud, ok??”

you just hum in response and rest your head on his shoulder

y’know that thing he does where like...

he’s giggling, but he has something he wants to say, so he keeps trying to talk?

but his words keep getting cut off by his own laughter?

yeah... that’s what he’s doing

he’s adorable

lee felix

animated movie

a firm believer that you’re never too old to enjoy cartoons

he never lost that child-like energy/enthusiasm, which is part of what makes him such a gem

so of course, when the new disney movie came out, he knew he had to go see it with you

he would definitely load up on snacks from concessions

if you don’t stop him, he’s gonna be buying two giant things of popcorn and at least five different kinds of candy

and when he walks back to you after paying, he’d just smile brightly from behind the mountain of junk food in his hands like

“snacks :D!!!!!”

seriously though, try to keep track of how much popcorn he eats

bc he might overeat and get a stomachache :((

obviously he can take care of him self, cuz he’s an adult

but like

he loves when you look out for him

because he knows just how much you care about him

sunshine boy :((

y’all already know how much of a cuddle bug this man is

so of course that means lots of cute, affectionate gestures during the movie

skinship

holding hands

you resting your head on his shoulder

and him resting his head on top of your head

and most importantly SNUGGLES

snuggles are a must

for him, movie dates are just an excuse to be extra touchy with you

even though he never needs an excuse to get cuddles whenever he wants

because c’mon

it’s felix

what are you gonna do, say no?

kim seungmin

murder mystery film

tends not to talk all that much during movies

he’d just be so completely engrossed in the movie that he’d forget about his surroundings

but that’s not to say he won’t hold your hand or drape his arm over your shoulders

every now and then you can catch him leaning forward in his seat

with his mouth slightly ajar

it’s so endearing

but if for whatever reason you want to get his attention...

heh...

yeah, good luck with that

you’d have to maybe give his hand a lil squeeze to get his attention

and at first he’d just turn his head in your direction, keeping his eyes glued to the movie

but if you gave his hand another squeeze, he’d snap out of it

“psst...seungmin”

“mm.”

“hey, seungmin?”

“huh? yeah?”

“i love you”

if that doesn’t make his heart SWELL—

his dazed expression would quickly shift into one of pure elation and fondness

he might not respond verbally

but he’d gently bring your hand up to his lips

press a soft kiss atop your knuckles

and then lower your hand again without letting go, turning his attention back to the movie

but that bright smile of his would never falter for even a moment

he loves you too

so so much :)

yang jeongin

another one for romantic comedies

he likes it when there’s a little less “rom” and slightly more “com”

and so do you

because it means you get to hear his laugh more

oh god...

his laugh

the little giggles in between the short gasps for air...

so cute

“no. i’m not cute.”

he is very cute

probably won’t initiate any skinship

but if you do, he will absolutely go along with it

sometimes he’ll nod off in the middle of a movie

and then wake up during the credits, completely disoriented

“where am i”

“you fell asleep”

“huh??”

“you drooled a little on my shoulder, you goof”

unlike hyunjin, he’s really good at sneaking food into the theaters

like really really good

almost to the point that it’s scary

usually people try to sneak in popcorn or candy or maybe soda

well not jeongin

“hey, you want some?”

“what the- HOW DID YOU GET A BUCKET OF FRIED CHICKEN IN HERE”

“:]”

he’s not telling

like or reblog if you enjoyed ^^ feedback is always welcome and very much appreciated!

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Rating Every Song on Fearless Based on How Gay it is

Hello friends! I still have a few song analyses in the pipeline (and one on Lover the album) but today in honor of Fearless (Taylor’s Edition) being announced and Love Story being released in a few hours I thought I’d do something fun to celebrate!

And you know what? Fuck my usual disclaimer, I am the word of god here. Try and change my mind about any of these. I dare you. (I kid I kid this isn’t that serious and you’re free to disagree <3)

1. Fearless 15/10

Everything about this song is so fucking gay oh my god. This isn’t a fruit, this is a whole ass edible arrangement. As a small rural town Gay (my hometown has a population of less that 4,000 and where I’m living now has a population of 2,500) this uh. Hits.

“And I don't know how it gets better than this/You take my hand and drag me head first, fearless”

Y’ALL

The idea of falling in love with someone who makes you less afraid of your homophobic small town…….it’s getting to me.

“My hands shake, I'm not usually this way but/You pull me in and I'm a little more brave/It's the first kiss, it's flawless, really something/It's fearless”

This is making me emotional, I'll be honest. I see so much of my friends and my experience in high school in this song. 

This quote I found on genius is from when the album was released on BMR’s website.

“When I wrote ‘Fearless,’ I wasn’t dating anyone. I wasn’t even in the beginning stages of dating anybody. I really was all by myself out on tour and I got this idea for a song about the best first date. I think sometimes when you’re writing love songs, you don’t write them about what you’re going through at the moment, you write about what you wish you had. So, this song is about the best first date I haven’t had yet.”

This just screams baby Tay writing gay folklore to me, about the gay stories she wish she had. Notice how there are no pronouns in this song??? Fruity I’m telling you.

All that to say. I’m crying because the linear note says “I loved you before I met you” and I want to go listen to Long Story Short and cry now.

2. Fifteen 1/10

Objectively pretty straight as she’s singing about her and Abigail’s dating boys in HS. And Taylor got with a senior guy. Good for her I suppose.

Unless he was one of the shitty ones in which case.

“This is life before you know who you're gonna be”

This however, is a cute line and the whole song makes me warm and nostalgic. You can also hear her crying after the line “and Abigail gave everything she had to a boy who changed his mind” which makes me emo and I’m sure will take on new depth after Abigail’s divorce and hurt me even more.

Other highlights that make me sob include.

“When all you wanted was to be wanted/Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now/Back then I swore I was gonna marry him someday/But I realized some bigger dreams of mine”

Bigger dreams of hers indeed :’)

(Also how can you say she’s a gold star lesbian when this song exists. She was obviously dating boys in high school and even if you think she’s a lesbian. Comp het is a hell of a drug kids.)

3. Love Story 8/10

Tried to change the ending indeed.

This is THE Taylor Swift song, and maybe it’s the nostalgia talking but damn I still love it. Written because she wanted to change the ending of Romeo and Juliet (how anyone likes RandJ enough to want to rewrite I have no clue.) and/or because her parents didn’t approve of a guy she was seeing. (according to genius, it would’ve been too early for Joe J so it could possibly be Boys Like Girls frontman, his image did clash with hers and they did release some cute songs together. However if you want my take it’s probably folklore about Emily, take for what you will)

This song has very oft gay vibes with the ‘They don’t approve of our love angle!’ but uses male pronouns so points redacted for that. HOWEVER this is a very early use of ~the male perspective~ in Taylor’s songs and for that it deserves all the love.

“ So I sneak out to the garden to see you/We keep quiet, 'cause we're dead if they knew/So close your eyes/Escape this town for a little while”

More rural town angst!!!

Nothing gets me more than rural town angst.

“Romeo, save me, they're trying to tell me how to feel/This love is difficult, but it's real”

Originally the lyric was “this love is different”. Granted I do not remember the source, i’s just lore implanted into my brain, but make of that what you will.

“"Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone/I love you, and that's all I really know/I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress/It's a love story, baby, just say "Yes"”

Marry me Juliet from the male perspective :)

Also worth noting. This is Karlie’s (and Kim K’s lmao) favorite Taylor song which. While basic as hell. Makes this cover sad as hell to this former Kaylor. (thanks @swiftgron-get-married for the tears <3)

Also not to make this about a man AGAIN but the secret message is “Some day I’ll find this” AND SHE DID IM CRYING.

4. Hey Stephen 1/10

The one thing Camilla Cabello and I have in common is loving this song, so I have to live with that for the rest of my life.

This song is very painfully straight.

How can you think this woman is a gold star lesbian.

The only noteworthy thing is that this is one of the few songs she confirms who it’s about. The secret message is “Love and Theft” which is the name of a country music duo who went on to open her Fearless tour. Which, does make me side eye this song a little bit.

Still a cute song.

“Hey Stephen, boy, you might have me believing/I don't always have to be alone”

5. White Horse 1/10

Oh look. It’s track five. 

You know maybe this is just me being a bitch but in my ranking of track fives this is. Pretty low. Maybe on the bottom.

Like I don’t have a lot to say about it. 

She’s going through it over a guy. He was a cheating dickweazel. 

“'Cause I'm not your princess, this ain't a fairytale/I'm gonna find someone someday/Who might actually treat me well”

“Try and catch me now, oh/It's too late/To catch me now”

These lines hit though!!

And she found Joe!! Who treats her well!!!! And she isn’t the princess, she’s the prince who dropped her sword and knocked on her door!!! But this time if they come for them she’s ready!!!

Yes I will make every song about Long Story Short <3

6. You Belong With Me 5/10

Ah yes. The other THE Taylor Swift song.

You know. If I went to a high school with a cheerleading squad. And I had a crush on a cheerleader. I would blast this song. So for that it gets a 5/10. Otherwise. Fairly straight and fairly iconic.

7. Breathe 8/10

Well. We know this one is about a woman. (Emily Poe for those not in the know. Ha. A rhyme!) That alone has an 8/10. And it’s the first time she has a featured artist so bonus points for that!

It was nominated for a Grammy and it fucking lost to Jason Mraz. When’s the last time you thought about Jason Mraz.

I will not have Kaylor feels on a fucking Fearless song but damn is it VERY easy.

“Never a clean break, no one here to save me/You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand”

“It's 2 A.M, feeling like I just lost a friend/Hope you know it's not easy, easy for me”

Also this bridge? Goes off. HIGHLY underrated. 

8. Tell Me Why 3/10

You know. Maybe this album isn’t as gay as I once thought.

This song does bop though, not as good as her other angry songs on this album. But I can vibe with this you know. Why are you being an asshole mysterious man.

“You could write a book on how to ruin someone's perfect day”

This has to be one of baby Tay’s best burns. Damn. 

“Why do you have to make me feel small/So you can feel whole inside?/Why do you have to put down my dreams/So you're the only thing on my mind?”

Men ain’t shit kids. However, bonus points for the shade. 

9. You’re not Sorry 1/10

Ok, ok. Maybe this was a foolish endeavor.

Because yet again we have a very straight song. A good song. That was on Taylor’s episode of CSI. But oh dear. Very straight. Gets a measly one point. We started this post off so very very gay but damn. We seem to be nearing the end on a very straight note.

10. The Way I Loved You 20/10

Hey Remember what I said about this album being very straight.

WELL THAT WAS A LIE.

Is this a comphet album or am I projecting.

This is one of my favorite baby gay Taylor songs. Her masterful use of pronouns (he is sensible! And so incredible! And all my single friends are jealous! But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain, when it was two am and I was cursing your name!) makes the other person she’s singing about completely vague, while we know she isn’t happy with whichever guy she’s dating.

Mayhaps an early reaction to PRomances?

Either way this song is so good, truly an underrated gay gem I mean. Look at it.

“Breaking down and coming undone/It's a roller coaster kind of rush/And I never knew I could feel that much/And that's the way I loved you”

AND THE BRIDGE. Do all of her gay songs just have kickass bridges?

“He can't see the smile I'm faking/And my heart's not breaking/'Cause I'm not feeling anything at all/And you were wild and crazy/Just so frustrating/Intoxicating, complicated/Got away by some mistake and now…”

Damn. I’m imaging this with 2020 vocals and fucking ascending.

Also please watch the live performance of it from the Fearless tour. It’s such a damn shame this got cut from the movie and some woman in the front row is wearing a cowboy hat. Everyone is holding up those cameras everyone had to have before smartphones. Taylor is being endearing. It’s a good time.

11. Forever and Always 6/10

Bonus points for the ~drama~ of it all. Added last minute to the album? The iconic throwing of the chair in live performances?? All of it very dramatique and for that we stan.

Still pretty straight.

Also Joe Jonas responded to the song and why do I find his response so damn funny. “It’s part of being a musician, I guess. You write songs about each other.”

This is another song where the idea of Taylor’s grown up vocals on this is………..whew

12. The Best Day 0/10

This gets zero points because it’s about her literal mom.

Still makes me cry.

God bless Andrea Swift indeed

13. Change 13/10

We start the official tracklist with a gay song. We end it with a gay song.

We will ignore that it was originally written for Scott and BMR and instead induct it into the hall of gay pride anthems, as it should be. 

“We're getting stronger now, finding things they never found/They might be bigger but we're faster and never scared/You can walk away, say we don't need this/But there's something in your eyes says we can beat this”

“This revolution, the time will come/For us to finally win/And we'll sing hallelujah, we'll sing hallelujah”

The music video is cringe though lol

14. Jump then Fall 10/10

This song is gay because I choose it to be. <3

Like. Picture baby Taylor writing this song and playing it on her guitar to a girl she has a crush on telling her that she’ll protect her and they’ll be safe and in love and happy together. Gah, maybe I’m ~projecting~ but this sweet ass song always gets me and is EASILY in my top five Taylor songs. Super underrated and hecking cute. 

“We're on the phone and without a warning/I realize your laugh is the best sound/I have ever heard”

Like. Look at this shit.

“I watch you talk, you didn't notice/I hear the words but all I can think is/We should be together”

Tell me this is about the first time you get a crush on a girl and she’s your best friend and she’s amazing and beautiful and you realize you kinda want to kiss her and you hope she wants to kiss you too.

“I had time to think it oh, over/And all I can say is come closer/Take a deep breath and jump then fall into me”

And she’s the Romeo who's going to protect her!!!!! She’s the knight in shining armor in this song and I love that for her??

“The bottom's gonna drop out from under our feet/I'll catch you, I'll catch you/When people say things that bring you to your knees/I'll catch you/The time is gonna come when you're so mad you could cry/But I'll hold you through the night until you smile”

I won’t divulge into full on analysis here because. This is what this post is about but PLEASE listen to this song more. It’s such a gay little gem.

15. Untouchable 9/10

How does she make a cover sound gay.

It sounds so gay.

“You got to come on, come on, say that we'll be together/Come on, come on, little taste of heaven”

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

16. Forever and Always Piano Version 1/10

This song gets 1/10 because I don’t like it. There. I said it.

17. Come in With the Rain 3/10

I can see why this is a bonus track. It doesn’t hit me as much as the other songs on the album.

But damn if I don’t want to scream sing this one driving down a high way.

18. Superstar 7/10

You can’t tell me this song is about a man. I simply won’t entertain the idea.

You cannot prove to me that this song is about a man. There is not a male pronoun in sight. 

>:)

19. The Other Side of the Door 6/10

Is this song about having a fight about being in the closet? Probably not. Will my gay little brain make it about that? Yep!

And that, funky little queer pals, is my gay rating of every Fearless song. Like and subscribe, #t3atmidnight

[beautiful-and-terrible]

dazed ‘n‘ confused (part 3)

A/N: 3500 fuckin’ words y’all lmaooo i am so stupidly invested in this dumbass and his hot neighbor.

Ship: Rodrick Heffley x OFC

Warnings: underage drinking / drug usage, dubious consent (both parties inebriated), swearing, etc.

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Nicole shouldn’t have worried so much about what to wear. When she showed up in Rodrick’s garage, his friends Ben and Chris were there, both dressed in ripped jeans and flannel shirts paired over band t-shirts. By comparison, Nicole’s black skater skirt and combat boots felt almost fancy.

“Hey, I’m Ben,” the dark-haired one holding a red electric guitar came up to her and gave her a fist bump. She almost laughed, not having fist-bumped anyone since she was 13. “Nicole,” she replied, smiling.

“I’m Chris!” the blonde called over, waving, before turning back to adjusting his microphone and checking the settings on their audio.

Rodrick seemed to appreciate her style, at least. He came through the garage door, carrying a four-pack of Monster energy and whistled, giving her a quick up-and-down glance, “Hey, groupie.”

Nicole punched his arm as he walked by. “I came here to listen to you play, so… play.”

“Your wish is my command,” Rodrick said with a dramatic bow.

Nicole found a relatively comfortable spot as far from the speakers as she could get - this wasn’t a concert, but loud speakers could still be painful after an extended period of time. The clack of Rodrick’s drumsticks alerted her, and before she knew it there was a blast of noise and a blur of limbs.

Honestly, he wasn’t bad, Nicole thought to herself after they had played a few songs. He could use a little more control, but what musician didn’t get caught up in their music? Glancing outside, Nicole saw that it was finally growing dark out. The sky had turned a soft purple, and she could see a few fireflies flashing in the cooling grass. She checked the time on her phone - 9:15.

“Hey, do you guys know Caitlin?” she asked the group. They turned to look at her.

“Caitlin Irving or Caitlin Peters?” Ben asked, taking an impressive gulp of Monster before burping loudly. The boys fell into fits of laughter. Nicole couldn’t help laughing, too.

“I don’t know her last name, she works at Starbucks, though.”

“Ohhhhhh, Caitlin! Yeah, we know her. Why?”

“She invited me to a party tonight, but I don’t really know anyone but her. Would you guys wanna be my plus-three?”

Ben and Chris high-fived each other, and Rodrick saluted her with his drumstick, whacking himself in the head in the process. Nicole hid a laugh behind her hand, not wanting to embarrass him. “For sure, Nikky. As long as there's drinks, we’ll be there,” Chris said. 

“C’mon, we can take my van,” Rodrick said, shoving his drumsticks in his back pocket and running inside to grab his keys. The other boys started down the driveway toward the white van, garishly painted with the band's name on the side in bold, black letters.

When Rodrick returned, Nicole gave him a smug look. “I thought it needed repairs?”

Rodrick stopped walking mid-stride, looking like a puppet caught on its strings. “Uh. Yeah. Well. My dad helped, when you were over at your house. Getting ready. It’s fine now. He’s the best mechanic I know.”

“Uh-huh. You sure you didn’t just… want to ride home with me from work?”

Rodrick scoffed. “You wish.” But as he rounded the front of the car to the drivers side, you caught the scarlet color of his cheeks against his tan skin. As if he could be any more endearing, he even offered Nicole shotgun. Chris grumbled the entire time, but begrudgingly gave you the seat he had worked so hard to acquire. 

“First stop - Capital. Ben has a fake, so we can BYOB,” Rodrick said, practically peeling out of the driveway. Nicole clutched the seat for dear life, heart stuck in her throat.

“Are you sure this thing is secure?” she squeaked, feeling the seat shaking a little in its bolts.

“No one has been ejected yet, Nikky,” Rodrick laughed.

“Go-go gadget get me the fuck out of here,” Nicole groaned, planting her feet on the floor to try and stop herself from flying forward as Rodrick squealed to a stop in front of a seedy looking liquor store.

Ben barely avoided taking the sliding door off its tracks when he opened the door. Chris lit a cigarette in the back, the acrid scent wafting to the front of the van. Nicole didn’t mind the smell much - honestly it reminded her of her Grandmother's house - but she hoped the smell didn’t linger on her clothes. That would be hard to explain to her mom. Speaking of, she sent off a quick text to her parents telling them that she’d be back late. Luckily, Nicole had always been the responsible type, so her parents trusted her to make good decisions and as a result, let her have free reign of her life (especially now that she was 18).

Ben returned after a few minutes, carrying a 24 pack of Natty Light and lighting his own cigarette.

“You have the address?” Rodrick asked, and you showed him Caitlins text.

“Yo, that's in Heather Hill’s neighborhood. Maybe we can tee-pee her house later,” Rodrick said, already zooming off again.

“Heather Hills?”

“Major bitch,” Chris called from the back of the van. Rodrick shrugged. “She’s not a bitch she’s just… not very nice.”

Nicole laughed, “You don’t have to defend the honor of all women by not calling her a bitch. If she’s a bitch, I believe you.”

Rodrick looked at you out of the corner of his eye, thinking briefly.

“Yeah, she’s a stone-cold bitch. She ran over my foot once. With her car.” 

Nicole grimaced in sympathy.

“Last year, we played at her Sweet Sixteen party, and Rodrick broke her ice sculpture bust. It was awesome,” Ben said.

“Oh, so you aren’t always perfect?” Nicole teased. Rodrick flipped her off.

Soon, they pulled up in front of Caitlin’s house. Nicole could already hear loud music from outside the house, and there were rainbow strobe lights flashing in the windows. Swallowing her nervousness, she followed Rodrick, Chris and Ben up the front walkway.

As they walked in the house, Nicole was hit by the fragrant, herbal smell of weed. From far away, the music had seemed loud, but coming in the house the music seemed to vibrate her ribcage - it was something with a repetitive bass, stuff Nicole didn’t normally listen to but she enjoyed it nonetheless. She followed Rodrick further into the house, trying to find the kitchen, weaving between people dancing and couples making out.

There were people surrounding an island in the center of the kitchen, decorated with colorful bottles of liquor and sodas to mix with. Nicole spotted Caitlin talking to a tall black guy, drinking out of a red solo cup. Nicole gave her a wave, and Caitlin excitedly came over to greet her.

“Hey! I’m so glad you made it.”

“Yeah, me too. I haven’t actually ever been to a high school party.”

Caitlin’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Well, you’re gonna have one hell of a first high school party experience, girly. Let's get you a drink.”

Caitlin turned to the kitchen island and poured about four shots of rum and filled the rest with coke in a red solo cup. Nicole took a sip. She could barely tell it was spiked, so she took a few more chugs and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. 

“Do you wanna dance?” Caitlin asked, and Nicole nodded before following her back to the living room. Already, the rum was making her limbs feel looser and her brain fuzzy. She finished the rest of it in one go, enjoying the feeling of her nervousness and insecurities fading away. Nicole had never been unpopular, per say, but she tended to stay to herself and only had a few close friends at her old school, anyway. It was refreshing to feel included, and she couldn’t help feeling that this was the way her teenage years were supposed to be - loud and exciting and living moment to moment.

As they danced, Nicole swaying in place and occasionally spinning around, she couldn’t help but feeling a little awkward. Caitlin was actually a really good dancer - she knew how to move her body in all the right ways so they hit on beat with the music. Nicole envied her easy grace, but was quickly relieved when Caitlin accidentally bumped into someone, causing them to spill their drink. Nicole stifled a laugh, not at Caitlin’s expense, just at the irony of the timing. At least Nicole wasn’t the only clutz. 

They had been dancing for only a few minutes before Nicole felt a hand on her waist, making her jump slightly.

“Hey, the guys and I are gonna smoke some weed in the backyard. Do you wanna come?” Rodrick said. His voice was almost in her ear, close enough that she could hear him over the blaring music, his breath tickling her sensitive skin. 

She turned around to face him - in the dim light of the house, he looked much more appealing than usual - she hadn’t even noticed he had put eyeliner on, but it made the dark of his eyes look even more obsidian. Nicole nodded, giving a thumbs up, and pulled Caitlin along with her.

“I need you for moral support,” Nicole said, making Caitlin laugh.

“Have you ever smoked weed before?” Caitlin asked.

“Nope.”

Caitlin raised her eyebrows and pulled her closer as they walked to whisper in her ear.

“Okay, take a small hit the first time, don’t try to impress anyone. But breathe it fully into your lungs - I like to start by pulling it into my mouth first, and then inhaling fully. And if you cough, don’t worry, almost everyone does their first time.”

Nicole gave her a grateful look as they approached the circle of people sitting on lawn chairs in the backyard. Ben and Chris were already there, with two other girls Nicole didn’t know. However, there seemed to only be two more lawn chairs available to sit on.

Nicole was about to plop down on the grass before Caitlin grabbed her hand.

“You should sit on Rodrick’s lap,” she whispered, and Nicole almost choked on her drink.

“What?” 

“Dude, he’s totally into you - I don’t know what your sitch is, but I think he’s probably a little nervous about making the first move. Just do it, and if he asks, say ‘sorry, there weren’t enough seats and I don’t wanna get bug bites from the grass.”

Nicole stared at her, mouth agape. The alcohol in her brain was telling her it might not be the worst idea ever. And you know what? Fuck it. You’re only young once. Nicole made up her mind, and squeezing Caitlin’s hand, she walked over to where Rodrick was sitting before primly making herself comfortable on his thigh.

She felt him tense beneath her immediately, before his hand came up to her waist to steady her. Before he had the chance to say anything about it, the joint was passed to him, and he took an impressive hit, the cherry glowing red at the end for several seconds. Nicole watched him with interest, hoping she wouldn’t mess up too badly and embarrass herself. 

Rodrick looked up at her as he exhaled the smoke, holding the joint out to her. Not paying attention, and entranced by the eye contact they were holding, she reached out to take the joint without looking and promptly burned her hand on it.

“Fucker,” she hissed, shaking her hand to try and get rid of the pain. Rodrick just laughed.

“Do you want help?” Rodrick asked, before taking another hit of the joint. He reached up behind Nicole’s head, threading his fingers through her hair, before pulling her down close to his face, their lips inches apart. Nicole instinctively opened her mouth, half from surprise and half in anticipation of being kissed. But Rodrick simply blew a steady stream of smoke into her mouth, - their lips didn’t make contact. Belatedly, Nicole realized she was supposed to be inhaling, so she did quickly, trying to hold the smoke in her lungs for as long as possible. 

Somebody wolf-whistled in the group. Nicole was pretty sure it was Caitlin.

Eventually, she ended up coughing it out, Rodrick rubbing her back but still laughing.

“You’re a green at the green, huh?” Rodrick asked, and Nicole rolled her eyes.

“That obvious?”

“Yeah, but it’s cute. I’m glad you’re having your first high with me,” Rodrick said, smiling sweetly. Nicole’s stomach fluttered. Already, she could tell that this wasn’t alcohol she was feeling anymore - the buzz she had been feeling earlier was replaced by something much slower and velvety, like the world was moving through maple syrup.

“Dude,” Nicole said after a minute, realizing she had been staring at nothing. Rodrick looked at her. She looked at him. They both started cracking up laughing.

“What are we laughing at?” Nicole hiccuped through her laughter.

“No idea,” Rodrick said, wiping his eyes free of tears of mirth.

“Rodrick, pass the J,” Ben called out, breaking the two of them from their trance. Without thinking about it, Nicole leaned back onto Rodrick’s chest, enjoying the warmth of his body. It wasn’t a cold night, per say, but Nicole was only wearing a skirt and a t-shirt, and she had always had poor circulation. She shivered involuntarily.

“Do you want my flannel?” Rodrick asked, already taking it off. Nicole sat up, ruffling his hair playfully.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you just want to show off your arms,” Nicole said, slipping on the warm blue flannel and resting her hand on Rodrick’s exposed arm, once again in a cut-off tank top. Rodrick gave her a funny look.

“What do you mean?”

Nicole suddenly found herself tongue tied. “Uh. I mean. You just wear a lot of tank tops.”

Rodrick raised an eyebrow, but said nothing else. Nicole leaned back against him again, feeling simultaneously self-conscious and exhilarated. They had never touched for this long before. She wasn’t sure exactly what was happening between them, but she liked the direction it was going. Even though they hadn’t known each other long, Nicole felt more comfortable with Rodrick than she did anyone else - even though most of the time she had known him, he had been a nuisance to her. Well… maybe not a complete nuisance.

It was funny to think that only a few days ago, Rodrick was just an annoyance she dealt with at her job and admired from afar, and now she was sitting on his lap, wearing his flannel. She leaned her head back, looking at the stars. She hadn’t noticed that Caitlin had left, but suddenly she appeared over her line of vision, grinning.

“Do you want a beer?” she asked, holding a cold can over Nicole’s forehead. Nicole reached out to take it, sitting up before cracking it open. She wasn’t in the habit of enjoying beer for the flavor, so she’d rather get drunk off it quickly. It tasted like wet cardboard, but Nicole managed to chug it down.

“Damn, girl, where’d you learn to drink like that?” Chris asked, laughing as Nicole belched loudly. 

“Years of rigorous practice and intense concentration, young padawan,” Nicole replied.

“Do you wanna shotgun one with me?” Chris asked, half-joking, but Nicole was feeling overly confident from the buzz she was feeling and readily stepped up to the challenge.

“Whoever spits it out owes the other ten bucks.”

“Fuckin’ deal,” Chris grinned, Ben cheering him on as he threw a beer toward Nicole. She (surprisingly) caught it.

“Wait, gimme one,” Rodrick said, making grabby hands in Ben’s direction, who threw him a beer.

“On three, okay?” Ben counted. They all started to crack open their beers, Nicole with her house keys, Rodrick with his car keys, and Chris with his pen knife.

“One.. twoooooo…. Three!” Ben yelled, and they all tipped their heads back, drinking from the hole in the side of the can. Nicole’s eyes watered, but she was too competitive to back down now. Foam spilled out of the side of her mouth, but she kept drinking. She could hear people chanting her name as she finally threw the beer can down on the ground, raising her hands in victory. Both Rodrick and Chris were covered in beer foam, but Nicole somehow stayed relatively clean, minus the beer she wiped off her face.

“Ten motherfucking bucks, Chris,” Nicole slurred slightly, grinning at him as he pulled out a crumpled bill from his pocket and threw it at her. 

“Rodrick, how the fuck did you lose, dude? You were the one who taught me how to shotgun,” Ben said, causing Nicole to throw her head back in laughter, before letting out another massive burp that lasted for several seconds. The whole group dissolved into laughter. 

Eventually, the joint got finished, and people started to move back inside. However, Rodrick and Nicole stayed outside, talking about whatever came into their heads.

“Were you ever into Greek mythology as a kid?” Nicole asked, watching Rodrick’s eyes go comically large.

“Does Percy Jackson count?”

Nicole pretended to consider it deeply for a moment, before shaking her head. Rodrick pouted. 

“I only got into Greek mythology because of Percy Jackson. So, I think it still counts.

“Fine. But do you know shit about the constellations they’re associated with?”

Rodrick pointed at the sky, at a random cluster of stars.

“For sure - that's Dingus Humongus, he was a Greek hero with the fattest ass known to man.”

“Sounds like my kinda guy,” Nicole replied, sticking her tongue out as Rodrick squawked in indignation.

“Besides a fat ass, what do you look for in a guy? Not, like, that I care. Just. Wondering.”

“Very good English, Rodrick,” Nicole laughed, “I guess my type is… someone kind. And funny. Someone who tries to be cool and is actually a huge dork. And musical, that's always a plus,” she said, feeling very bold as she looked directly at him. It took Rodrick a moment, but eventually his mouth formed a small “oh” as he realized who she was talking about. His eyes flicked down to her lips. Then he frowned, “I am not a dork.”

Nicole rolled her eyes, “And I’m totally not waiting for you to kiss me right now.”

Nicole watched as the color slowly rose in Rodrick’s cheeks, turning them rosy pink, visible even in the shadow-drenched backyard. Nicole decided to pull yet another risky move, and adjusted herself on Rodrick’s lap so that she was facing him, her thighs on top of his arms around his neck. For such a seemingly confident boy, Rodrick seemed more nervous than she had ever seen him, even when he asked her to come to band practice earlier. Hell, he hadn’t even been that nervous to shotgun the joint into her mouth.

“Sorry, I just… I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. I don’t wanna be bad at it,” he confessed. Just as Nicole thought she couldn’t be any more endeared by this boy. She slid her hands into his hair, thick and soft. She leaned in and gently nosed at his jawline, placing small kisses against his warm skin. Right at his jugular, he smelled like cologne and nighttime and boy, the right mix of clean and sexy. Seemingly gaining his courage, he grabbed Nicole by the back of her head and brought her up to his lips.

It was soft, at first, merely a press of skin to skin, but the two gradually deepened the kiss, moving against each other like they were made for it. Nicole felt like her heart might beat out of her chest - or maybe she was just that high.

Feeling emboldened by Rodrick’s enthusiasm, she slipped her tongue between his lips, gently tangling their tongues together. He let out a low moan, and Nicole could’ve blacked out from how turned on she was by that simple sound. The warmth of his body against hers and the slickness of their mouths together caused a rush of liquid heat to form between Nicole’s legs. Goddamn, he was good at this. Nicole wasn’t sure how many girls Rodrick had kissed before this, but if he was a rookie at this she was damn impressed.

Rodrick’s hands, which had been resting on her waist, slowly moved down her ass and under her skirt, causing Nicole to gasp as he started to knead and grab at her cheeks - not hard, but enough to get her even more hot and bothered than she thought possible.

“Is this okay?” Rodrick asked, his voice low and rough. 

“Yeah, I’m good,” Nicole replied, running her fingers through his hair and scratching her nails down his neck. She felt him shiver beneath her, sending a heady rush of power to her stomach and lower. He pulled her closer to him by her ass, so that their crotches pressed together. Nicole was taken aback by the sensation of his bulge pressed against her, but didn’t pull back, instead grinding down on him.

“Are there still people out here?” Rodrick asked shakily. Nicole pulled back and looked over her shoulder - the backyard was empty, thank god.

“No, just us,” Nicole said, turning back and bringing her lips to his ear, biting and licking the sensitive flesh. Rodrick whimpered, grinding up to meet her, and Nicole almost lost it then and there.

The alcohol and weed in her system were slowing her reactions, but also kept her from thinking too much about what she was doing - all she could think about was how much she wanted this. Sober, this might’ve never happened - she was too nervous about what he would think if she ever made a move, constantly overthinking her every word and action. This dumb boy, who rode with her to work, who stayed to the end of her shift and bought her slushies, had wiggled his way into her every thought and every beat of her heart. She knew she was fucked.

She only wished it was literally.

Nicole opened her eyes briefly to catch Rodrick’s gaze, and out of the corner of her eye she glimpsed the red-and-blue flash of police lights. Rodrick caught sight of the lights at the same time.

“Oh, fuck.”