#I spent too much money on her shows and music already lmao

[eternal-reverie]

so laufey announced another tour for next year and today I was like ok lemmie just look at the tickets and see if they’re affordable or whatever and I managed to snag one??? I wasn’t even trying this time 😭 earlier this year I fell under a sad spell for days for not getting a chance to buy tickets then

[fuqnia]

No Hard Feelings

Kenny McCormick x fem!reader insert

(❁´◡`❁) | [A/N] hi guys! i recently just reached over 250 hearts on tumblr which is INSANE!! thank you so much for all the support. also, this oneshot is based off my wip college au. this is my first written smut ever and was shelved, so </3 moots im so sorry for this lmao

(❁´◡`❁) | Warning(s) : DUB-CON, p in v, vaginal sex, blow jobs, drinking, vaginal fingering, no condoms used, emotional manipulation, failed pull out method, kenny is an asshole, all characters are aged up!

(❁´◡`❁) | Synopsis : You, a shy college student with a long-time crush on Kenny McCormick, find yourself swept into a heated encounter with him at a party. Despite the passion, Kenny’s manipulative nature reveals itself when he brushes off his broken promise with a dismissive “no hard feelings.” Left alone in the aftermath, you’re forced to confront your regret and the harsh truth of being just another conquest.

The bass thumped relentlessly, shaking the already-questionable structural integrity of the frat house. Every surface seemed alive with motion—beer cans rattling on shelves, walls trembling under the weight of the music, and the floor vibrating beneath your heels. The air was thick with a heady mix of cheap cologne, spilled alcohol, and the sweat of too many bodies crammed into one place. Somewhere, someone shouted a toast; somewhere else, glass shattered, followed by a chorus of drunken laughter.

You hovered near the staircase, trying to keep yourself anchored amid the chaos. The dress you were wearing—tight, black, and far more revealing than anything you’d normally wear—clung to your curves in a way that felt suffocating under the low, flickering lights. It had taken you almost an hour to settle on it, pulling item after item from your closet until Red had finally yelled through the phone, “Just wear something that screams ‘hot, single, and overthinking this!’”

You’d spent another hour painstakingly doing your makeup, following tutorials with more concentration than you’d ever put into a class assignment. The winged eyeliner had been redone twice, your lipstick carefully lined and blotted until it was perfect. You’d even gone for a shimmery highlight, something to make your cheekbones pop like the girls Kenny always seemed to surround himself with.

Looking in the mirror before you left, you’d almost convinced yourself you looked good. Sexy, even. But here, under the glaring LED lights and in a room packed with people who all seemed effortlessly confident, you felt like an impostor wearing someone else’s skin.

You tugged at the hem of your dress, self-conscious about how much leg you were showing. Every brush of fabric against your skin reminded you of how foreign it all felt. The laughter and shouting around you seemed to close in like a physical weight. Your drink—a watery, overly-sweet concoction someone had assured you was vodka punch—sat untouched in your hand, its condensation slick against your fingers.

“Dude, you’re staring at it like it owes you money,” came Red’s voice from your right. She was perched against the banister, her phone in one hand, a drink in the other, eyeing you like you were some kind of science experiment.

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, too quickly, as heat rose to your cheeks.

Red snorted, looking utterly unconvinced. “Sure you are. That’s why you’re holding your cup like it’s a flotation device and hugging this wall like it’s about to throw you a life preserver.”

Your gaze darted around the room. Everywhere you looked, people seemed so at ease. Wendy was perched on the edge of a couch, sipping her drink with a bored expression as Bebe danced in front of her, all hair flips and practiced, sultry smiles. Cartman was sprawled on another couch, gesturing wildly as he shouted something obnoxious that no one seemed to be paying attention to. Stan and Kyle were by the keg, deep in some debate, while Tolkien laughed at their expense. The whole place was alive, chaotic and carefree in a way that only made you feel more out of place.

And then, there was Kenny.

He was sprawled on a couch on the other side of the room, one arm draped casually over the backrest, his blonde hair tousled like he’d just rolled out of bed—but in a way that screamed effortless cool rather than messy. His faded leather jacket clung perfectly to his broad shoulders, his ripped jeans giving him that rough-around-the-edges charm that drove girls wild.

The smirk on his lips was the kind of thing you could write a sonnet about. It was cocky but not forced, confident without being cruel. Around him, two girls laughed at something he’d said—a brunette with an artfully messy ponytail and a crop top that showed off her toned stomach, and a blonde in a skirt so short it was practically a suggestion. They leaned in close, giggling and flipping their hair, the kinds of girls who didn’t have to try to look sexy.

You tore your gaze away, heart pounding in your chest.

“You know,” Red said casually, following your line of sight, “you’re allowed to talk to him. He’s not some kind of untouchable Greek god. Though, knowing Kenny, he’d probably love it if you treated him like one.”

“Red, no,” you said quickly, your voice barely audible over the music.

“Red, yes,” she shot back. “You spent, what, two hours putting that look together? It’s working, babe. Now go get your man.”

You looked down at yourself. The makeup, the dress, the heels—it was all supposed to make you feel confident, like you could walk into this party and turn heads the way the other girls did. But all it did was make you feel more exposed, like you were playing dress-up in clothes that didn’t belong to you.

Across the room, Kenny laughed, throwing his head back as Craig said something sarcastic. His smile was wide and dazzling, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners. He was magnetic, utterly at ease, the kind of person who didn’t have to try to command attention. People just gravitated toward him, drawn in by his charm and that devil-may-care attitude that made him seem larger than life.

You sighed, gripping the plastic cup a little too hard as the longing in your chest twisted deeper. Every laugh that tumbled from Kenny’s lips sent a spark through your nerves, like your body couldn’t decide if it wanted to combust or crawl under the nearest piece of furniture. You glanced at him one last time, sprawled on that damn couch, looking like he owned the entire world without even trying. But the thought of crossing that room, of actually talking to him, made your stomach churn. You’d rather die.

Red groaned beside you, her voice loud enough to cut through the music. “Oh my fucking God, [Y/N]. Just go talk to him. He’s not gonna, like, eat you alive. Unless you’re into that.”

You laughed, but it came out thin and nervous. “Nope. No way. Not happening.”

“Why not?” she challenged, her tone laced with frustration. “What are you so afraid of?”

You looked down at the punch in your hand, swirling the liquid around to avoid meeting her gaze. “I just… I’m not doing it, okay? I need a drink that doesn’t taste like motor oil. I’m going to the kitchen.”

“Jesus, you’re such a pussy,” she muttered, crossing her arms and leaning back against the staircase. “Fine. Go hide in the kitchen. But don’t come crying to me when some other girl pounces on him first.”

Her words followed you as you slipped into the crowd, the sticky floor clinging to the soles of your heels as you weaved your way toward the kitchen. The further you got from the main room, the cooler the air felt, but your mind was still buzzing. It wasn’t just the noise or the heat—it was him. It was always him.

Your thoughts drifted, unspooling like a badly edited movie reel as you tried to shake the tension from your shoulders.

Two years ago. Freshman year. Physics 101.

You hadn’t even wanted to take the class—it was just an annoying requirement for your sociology major, and you’d been hoping for an easy A. You remembered walking into the lecture hall on that first day, finding a spot in the middle of the room where you could blend in, and pulling out your notebook, bracing yourself for ninety minutes of boredom.

And then Kenny fucking McCormick walked in, and the air shifted.

He was late—of course he was—and he didn’t seem to give a single shit about the professor stopping mid-sentence to glare at him. He strolled down the aisle, hands shoved in the pockets of his ripped jeans, his combat boots thudding against the steps. His blonde hair was messy in that perfect I just rolled out of bed, but I’m still cooler than you way, and he was wearing a vintage band tee—Nirvana, you thought, or maybe Pearl Jam—that looked like it had been through a war. A worn flannel was tied around his waist, completing the grunge-rock vibe that made him look like he’d stepped out of the nineties and into the lecture hall.

He threw his battered backpack onto the seat next to Craig, who immediately leaned over to say something that made Kenny laugh—loud, careless, and a little too disruptive for the stiff energy of the classroom. The professor rolled his eyes and resumed the lecture, but you were already distracted, stealing glances at Kenny as he sprawled in his chair like he didn’t have a care in the world. He pulled a notebook from his bag, and you noticed his nails were chipped, a faint streak of black polish lingering on some of them.

God, he was the definition of effortlessly cool .

You spent the next few weeks completely smitten. Every Tuesday and Thursday morning, you’d find yourself zoning out during the lecture, more interested in watching Kenny chew on the end of his pen or scribble something illegible in his notebook than paying attention to the professor. You found out later, by overhearing some random conversation between him and Craig, that he was a physics major. A physics major . Something about that detail made him even more fascinating. He wasn’t just cool—he was smart. And while you were slogging through Physics 101 trying to keep your GPA afloat, Kenny breezed through it like it was second nature.

The semester ended before you ever worked up the courage to say a single word to him. Not one. You’d spent months hovering in the background, trying to convince yourself that your crush was stupid, that he’d never notice someone like you anyway. But it didn’t matter. Every time you thought you were over it, you’d see him on campus—in the dining hall, at the library, once leaning casually against a vending machine while flirting with some girl—and all those feelings came rushing back.

Now, two years later, not much had changed. Sure, you’d gotten better at pretending you didn’t care, better at hiding the way your stomach flipped every time he walked into a room. But when you saw him, sprawled on that couch with his stupid boots and that same carefree smile, all the walls you’d built around your heart crumbled. He still had you wrapped around his fucking finger, and he didn’t even know it.

The kitchen door creaked as you pushed it open, the noise of the party dulling slightly as you stepped inside. The air was cooler here, less suffocating, but the chaos hadn’t completely disappeared. A group of guys stood near the counter, pouring shots and loudly daring each other to take them without chasers. Someone else was leaning against the fridge, scrolling on their phone, while another pair of people debated whether or not it was safe to drink the unmarked punch in the giant plastic tub by the sink.

You set your cup down on the counter, wiping the condensation from your fingers. For a brief moment, you considered turning around, sneaking out of the party entirely, and walking back to your dorm in the cold. But the ache in your chest refused to let up, and you knew—no matter how much you wanted to pretend otherwise—that this night wasn’t over yet.

The kitchen door swung open with a loud creak, and two girls strolled in, giggling and swaying slightly as they made their way toward the makeshift bar set up on the far counter. It was the blonde and the brunette you’d seen flirting with Kenny earlier. The blonde had her hair in perfectly tousled waves, her mini dress glittering under the dim kitchen light, while the brunette wore a plunging top that clung to her like a second skin. Both looked effortlessly put-together, the kind of girls who didn’t seem to care that half the party was already drunk and sticky with spilled beer.

“Ugh, these fucking frat drinks,” the blonde groaned, holding up a bottle of clear liquor and squinting at it. “I swear, if I get alcohol poisoning, I’m suing Sigma Chi.”

The brunette snorted, grabbing a soda to mix. “Please. You’d survive just to come back next week.” She leaned against the counter, tipping her head toward the blonde. “So, did he say anything else to you?”

The blonde popped the cap off her bottle with a soft clink , rolling her eyes dramatically. “No. Just the same shit he says to every girl. ‘Hey, I like your hair.’ ‘Oh, cool tattoo.’” She fluttered her lashes, mimicking Kenny’s voice in a syrupy tone before breaking into a laugh. “It’s like, come on, dude. If you’re gonna flirt, at least try to be original.”

Your stomach twisted at their words, but you couldn’t stop yourself from listening. You busied yourself with the bottles on the counter, pretending to look for a drink, your ears straining to catch every syllable.

“Well, duh,” the brunette said, taking a sip of her drink. “He’s obviously just fishing for someone to hook up with. I mean, it’s Kenny. He’s not exactly boyfriend material.”

The blonde let out a sharp laugh. “Right? Like, what was Tammy thinking, dating him for so long? I swear, it was only a matter of time before he fucked that up.”

Tammy. The name hit like a tiny knife, though you couldn’t explain why. You hadn’t even known Kenny had a girlfriend until recently, and by the time you’d found out, the relationship was already over. It wasn’t jealousy, exactly—it wasn’t like you’d ever had a claim on him. But hearing about her had only added to the growing list of reasons why getting involved with Kenny was probably a terrible idea.

The brunette leaned in conspiratorially, lowering her voice just enough that you had to strain to hear. “You know they broke up because she caught him flirting with some girl at the bar, right? Like, right in front of her. Tammy was pissed .”

The blonde scoffed, pouring herself another drink. “Of course she was. What did she expect? Kenny’s not exactly the settle-down type.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” the brunette said, swirling her drink idly. “Tammy told me he always acted like he was bored when they were together. Like, he didn’t even want to put the effort in.” She laughed, shaking her head. “He’s just... Kenny. He doesn’t stick around for long.”

The two girls drifted back into giggling about something else, their voices fading into background noise as they poured their drinks and made their way back toward the party. But their words clung to you, heavy and suffocating, as you stood frozen by the counter.

Kenny doesn’t stick around for long.

You knew it was true. Hell, everyone who knew Kenny knew it. He was charming and magnetic, the kind of guy who could draw people in without even trying—but he was also like a firework: brilliant for a moment, then gone. You’d seen it time and time again over the past two years, the way he flirted with girls at parties or hooked up with someone only to move on the next day like it hadn’t meant anything. It wasn’t cruel, exactly—he wasn’t malicious about it. Kenny just... didn’t stay.

Your hands hovered over the bottles on the counter for a moment before you grabbed one of the half-empty vodka bottles and poured a generous splash into an abandoned cup. You grabbed the nearest mixer—some off-brand soda—and topped it off before taking a tentative sip. It burned as it went down, but the warmth in your chest wasn’t entirely unwelcome. You took another sip, larger this time, letting the alcohol take the edge off the storm swirling in your mind.

Why couldn’t you let this crush go? Why did your heart twist every time you saw him, knowing full well that he’d never be the guy you wanted him to be? You’d told yourself, over and over, that it was stupid to hang on to this feeling, to keep wishing for something that wasn’t going to happen. But you still couldn’t stop picturing him smiling at you the way he smiled at everyone else, easy and warm, like it didn’t cost him anything.

Somewhere deep down, you knew the truth: even if Kenny did notice you, even if he liked you for a night, it wouldn’t last. It never did.

You took another long sip of your drink, letting the alcohol burn its way down and settle in your stomach. The faint buzz that followed wasn’t nearly enough to drown out the noise in your head. Your grip on the cup tightened as the blonde’s words from earlier echoed over and over.

Kenny’s single.

You weren’t sure why it mattered. It wasn’t like you were planning on doing anything about it. But still, the fact that it was true—that you knew it now, definitively—felt like a crack in the dam. A dangerous little opening that let all the thoughts you’d been trying to keep at bay flood in.

You spotted Red still leaning against the staircase, scrolling through her phone with her drink long gone. Her eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, and you could practically hear her muttering insults to herself about whatever she was doomscrolling through. You forced yourself to push past the swell of nerves in your chest and made your way over to her, dodging a guy who stumbled past you with two beers clutched in his hands.

“Hey,” you said, voice tight as you stopped in front of her. She glanced up from her phone, arching an eyebrow.

“Hey,” she said slowly, her eyes narrowing slightly. “You look like you’ve got something on your mind. Did someone throw up in the kitchen, or is it worse than that?”

You rolled your eyes. “No. I overheard something. About Kenny.”

That got her attention. She locked her phone and tucked it into the waistband of her skirt, stepping forward with a dramatic smirk. “Oh, do tell.”

You hesitated, your fingers tightening around the cup in your hand. “I, uh... apparently, he’s single. He and Tammy broke up.”

Red stared at you for a moment, her face completely unreadable, before she snorted so loudly that people nearby glanced over. “Oh my fucking God, that’s what you’re worked up about?” She laughed again, shaking her head as she put a hand on her hip. “Babe, everyone already fucking knows that.”

You blinked, heat crawling up your neck. “You—what? How the fuck do you know?”

“Because I have ears, [Y/N],” Red said, giving you a look that was so condescending it bordered on cartoonish. “The whole goddamn campus knows. They broke up like a week ago after Tammy caught him flirting with some chick at a bar.” She shrugged, her smirk growing wider. “Classic Kenny.”

Your cheeks burned, and you took another sip of your drink to keep from saying something stupid. “I just thought you might, I don’t know, want to know or something.”

Red’s eyes gleamed, and she leaned in closer, her grin turning downright wicked. “Ohhhh, I see what’s happening here. You overheard it, and now you’re standing here wondering if this is your chance to finally grow some fucking balls and go talk to him.”

“What? No!” you snapped, but the words came out far too quickly.

“Uh-huh,” she said, dragging out the syllables as she eyed you like a shark circling its prey. “So you’re just gonna stand here all night, sipping your sad little drink, while someone else inevitably makes out with him first?”

You scowled, your fingers tightening around your cup. “I’m not fucking staring at him, and I told you, it’s not happening.”

Red tilted her head, her grin widening even more. “Wow. Pathetic. You’re really gonna let another opportunity slip through your fingers? That’s, like, tragic, babe.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but before you could, Red spun on her heel and cupped her hands around her mouth.

“HEY! Who wants to play spin the fucking bottle?” she shouted, her voice cutting through the blaring music like a knife.

Your heart dropped into your stomach. “Red, no .”

“Red, YES,” she shot back, her grin practically manic as she waved to the growing crowd.

It was like tossing a match into a pile of gasoline. People swarmed the area almost immediately, some cheering, others laughing loudly as they shoved furniture out of the way to make room.

Bebe was the first to join, her eyes lighting up as she plopped onto the floor. “Oh my God, fuck yes. This is gonna be amazing.”

Wendy groaned but followed close behind, crossing her arms as she sat down next to her. “You’re such a child,” she muttered, though the corner of her mouth twitched with a faint smile.

Craig and Tweek wandered over as well, the former sighing heavily as he sat down. “If I have to kiss Cartman again, I’m leaving,” he said flatly.

“That’s your own damn fault for spinning so fucking hard last time,” Tweek muttered, twitching as he sipped from his beer.

Within moments, a circle had formed on the living room floor, a chaotic mix of familiar faces and random partygoers. Someone produced an empty beer bottle, and Red dropped into the middle of the group with a flourish, patting the spot next to her as she turned to you.

“C’mon, [Y/N],” she said, her grin practically daring you. “Sit your shy little ass down. Don’t be a fucking buzzkill.”

You froze, your heart hammering in your chest. You were about to refuse when the sound of a low, familiar laugh sent a shiver racing down your spine.

“Spin the bottle, huh?”

The voice was casual, laced with amusement, but it cut through the noise like a blade. You didn’t even have to turn your head to know who it was.

Kenny strolled up to the circle, beer in hand, his leather jacket hanging open over a slightly wrinkled band tee. His ripped jeans clung to his legs in just the right way, and his boots were scuffed and untied, like he’d just walked out of a grunge concert. His blonde hair was a mess, falling into his eyes as he took a long sip of his beer and surveyed the scene with a crooked smirk.

“Fuck it,” he said, dropping onto the floor across from you. “I’m in.”

Your stomach twisted into knots as you stared at him, your face burning so hot you were surprised it didn’t light up the room. He leaned back slightly, stretching out his long legs, his boots brushing against the edge of the circle as he propped his beer on his knee. His blue eyes swept lazily across the group, and then—God help you—they landed on you.

He smirked, raising his beer slightly in a wordless, cocky little toast.

Red leaned over, her breath warm against your ear as she whispered, “You’re fucking welcome.”

You were going to kill her. If your heart didn’t give out first.

The bottle clinked against the floor as Red gave it a dramatic spin, her manic grin making your chest tighten with dread. The bottle blurred in a frenzy before slowing to a crawl, its neck ticking like a clock as it passed from person to person. You held your breath without meaning to, and when it finally landed on Craig, Red whooped loudly, throwing her arms in the air.

“Fucking jackpot!” she crowed, pointing a triumphant finger at him.

Craig raised a brow, unimpressed. “Lucky me,” he deadpanned, though the corner of his mouth twitched with a smirk.

“Pucker up, baby,” Red teased, crawling toward him on her hands and knees.

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Tweek muttered, his hands twitching nervously at his sides. “Do I have to fucking watch this?”

Craig shrugged. “You’re the one who didn’t spin, dude. Suffer.”

Red leaned in, grabbed Craig’s chin like a mischievous demon, and planted the loudest, most obnoxious kiss you’d ever seen directly on his lips. The circle exploded into cheers and laughter as Red pulled away, wiping her mouth dramatically and muttering, “Ten out of ten, no notes,” as she plopped back into her spot.

As the bottle was passed to the next person, your heart pounded in your chest, drowning out the noise around you. You clutched your drink like a lifeline, the condensation soaking your hand as you tried not to completely lose your shit.

One by one, people spun the bottle, each spin dragging your nerves tighter. It felt like every pair was some wild, ridiculous combination of chaos.

Wendy spun and landed on Cartman, who immediately puffed out his chest. “Hell yeah, Wendy Testa—”

She slapped her hand over his mouth. “Don’t finish that sentence, asshole,” she growled, leaning in for the world’s quickest, most reluctant peck.

When Cartman spun, the bottle landed on Tolkien, and the crowd roared with laughter as Cartman groaned, “Ugh, fine. Let’s get it over with. You’re lucky I’m generous.”

Tolkien smirked. “You’re lucky I’m even agreeing to this.”

Craig spun the bottle so hard it went skittering out of the circle, narrowly missing Bebe’s head before it stopped—pointing at Tweek.

“Oh my fucking God, I knew this was gonna happen,” Tweek hissed, running his hand through his hair.

“Relax, babe,” Craig said, leaning over and kissing him without hesitation, like it was the easiest thing in the world. The crowd burst into cheers again, someone shouting, “Power couple!” as Craig leaned back with a satisfied smirk.

All the while, your stomach churned. You weren’t even sure if it was the alcohol or your anxiety—or maybe some hellish cocktail of both. The longer you sat there, the harder it became to breathe. Kenny sat directly across from you, still impossibly relaxed, his leather jacket hanging open as he took lazy sips of his beer. His gaze wandered idly across the group, but every now and then, it flickered to you—and each time it did, your heart skipped painfully.

You squeezed your cup tighter, willing yourself to focus on anything other than the bottle, the circle, or the boy who had haunted your thoughts for years. But your mind wasn’t having it. As your pulse raced, another memory clawed its way to the surface, dragging you back to a moment you hadn’t thought about in a long time.

It was sophomore year, sometime last spring. You’d been running late to your sociology class after oversleeping and decided to take a shortcut through a side street to shave off a few precious minutes. The alley had been quiet, the brick walls echoing the distant hum of campus life. You’d barely noticed the figures standing just past the dumpster—until you got closer.

It was Kenny.

And he wasn’t alone.

He was pressed up against the wall, his fingers gripping the fabric of some guy’s hoodie as their mouths crashed together with a kind of desperate intensity that made your heart stutter. Kenny’s hair was messy, his jacket pulled half-off his shoulders, and the guy he was kissing—a tall, broad-shouldered stranger with stubble and dark hair—had one hand tangled in Kenny’s blonde locks, the other sliding up under his shirt.

You’d frozen in your tracks, the scene playing out like something ripped from a movie. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was raw, passionate, and so full of hunger that it made your head spin. You couldn’t look away, even as guilt twisted in your stomach for watching something so private.

The alley had felt suffocating, the heat between them palpable even from a distance. And though you’d been rooted to the spot, your mind had screamed at you to leave, to pretend you hadn’t seen anything. After a moment that felt like an eternity, you turned and walked away as quietly as you could, your face burning and your heart hammering.

For weeks after, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. About him. About the fact that you’d never seen Kenny look so... alive. There had always been something magnetic about him, but seeing him like that—unguarded, all-consuming—had changed something. It had cemented the ache in your chest, the longing that you’d tried so hard to push away.

And now, sitting across from him in this stupid circle, you couldn’t stop the memory from clawing its way back to the surface. The way he’d clung to that man, kissed him like he was the only thing that mattered in the world—it was the same Kenny sitting across from you now, and yet it wasn’t. He looked so calm, so relaxed, but you knew what was underneath. You’d seen it.

The bottle clinked against the floor again, pulling you back to the present. Bebe spun this time, the bottle landing on Kyle, who looked like he wanted to sink into the ground as she leaned in with a gleeful grin.

You barely noticed, your thoughts still spiraling. You took another sip of your drink, the alcohol doing little to calm the storm in your chest. Kenny was still across from you, his lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he watched the chaos unfold. And then, almost imperceptibly, his eyes flicked to you again.

The bottle clinked softly as it spun on the floor, its momentum slowing with every second. The sound echoed in your head like a countdown, each rotation making your chest tighten. The noise of the party seemed muffled now, the chaotic laughter and music reduced to a dull hum under the pounding of your pulse. You watched the bottle, unable to look away, until it finally came to a stop.

It was pointing directly at you.

You froze.

The circle erupted into cheers, whoops, and exaggerated oohs that seemed far too loud, too much, as though the entire room had turned their attention to you. Red, of course, was the loudest, smacking your arm so hard that your drink nearly toppled out of your hand.

“Holy shit, [Y/N]!” she crowed, her grin so wide it might’ve split her face in half. “Look who’s about to get some action!”

Your breath caught, your eyes darting helplessly across the circle. Kenny was sitting directly across from you, legs stretched out lazily, one hand resting on the floor while the other held his beer. His leather jacket hung open over a vintage tee, the faint tear near the neckline showing just a hint of his collarbone. His ripped jeans looked like they might fall apart if he moved too quickly, but of course, on him, it only added to his rough-around-the-edges charm.

And he was smirking at you.

“Guess we’ve gotta give the people what they want,” Kenny said smoothly, his voice cutting through the noise like a knife.

You stared at him, wide-eyed, as heat rushed to your cheeks. You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but sit there like an idiot, clutching your now-empty drink as the crowd around you dissolved into chants of, “Do it! Do it!”

Kenny raised an eyebrow, his smirk turning slightly teasing. “You gonna leave me hanging, or what?”

Red was practically vibrating with glee, nudging you hard enough to make you lean forward slightly. “Go, go, go!” she whispered, not so quietly. “Don’t fucking chicken out now, babe!”

Your body moved on autopilot. You set your cup down on the floor, your hands trembling as you leaned forward into the circle, feeling like every single pair of eyes in the room was burning into you.

Kenny leaned forward too, moving with a kind of casual confidence that made your breath hitch. His hand came up, his fingers brushing your jaw, the roughness of his palm sending a jolt down your spine. And then his lips were on yours.

The first touch was light, teasing, like he was testing the waters. His lips were softer than you expected, warm and slightly chapped, tasting faintly of beer. He tilted his head slightly, the hand on your jaw tightening just enough to guide you closer, and that was when everything shifted.

He deepened the kiss, pressing into you with a kind of hungry intensity that made your entire body heat up. His other hand slid to the floor for balance as his mouth moved against yours, slow but deliberate, like he was savoring every second. His fingers curled slightly against your skin, and you couldn’t stop the quiet gasp that escaped your lips as his tongue just barely brushed against yours.

The circle exploded into cheers, someone shouting, “Holy shit, get a room!” while another voice yelled, “Fuck, that’s the kiss of the night!”

But you barely heard them. Everything else melted away—the noise, the heat of the room, the chaotic party—until it was just you and Kenny, his lips moving against yours like this wasn’t a game, like this wasn’t just some stupid party stunt. You didn’t even realize your hands had moved until you felt the cool, worn leather of his jacket under your fingers, clutching it like it was the only thing keeping you upright.

Kenny pulled back slowly, his lips hovering just above yours for a moment before he leaned back fully, his smirk softer now, more satisfied. He grabbed his beer and took a long sip, like he hadn’t just turned your entire world upside down in thirty seconds flat.

“Not bad,” he said casually, his blue eyes meeting yours with a flash of something unreadable. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”

Your face burned as you sank back into your spot, trying to ignore the roar of applause and laughter from the group. Red grabbed your arm, shaking it like a kid on Christmas morning. “Holy fucking shit , [Y/N]!” she practically screamed. “That was insane! I’m so fucking proud of you!”

You didn’t respond. Your heart was still pounding in your chest, your lips tingling as the memory of his touch replayed over and over in your mind.

The bottle spun again, and the game carried on, the chaos pulling the group’s attention away from you. But you barely registered the next spin, too busy trying to make sense of what had just happened.

Nicole spun next, and the bottle landed on Stan, who blinked in surprise before laughing awkwardly. “Uh, okay,” he muttered, leaning forward as Nicole grabbed his face and kissed him with a little too much enthusiasm, leaving him wide-eyed and slightly stunned.

Red howled with laughter. “Stan, you look like you just got hit by a truck! She’s not gonna bite, dude.”

Stan grumbled something under his breath as the bottle spun again, this time landing on Kenny. The circle roared with laughter as the bottle pointed to Clyde, who shrugged and leaned in with zero hesitation.

“Alright, let’s do this,” Clyde said, smirking as he kissed Kenny firmly, pulling back with a laugh. “Guess you’re not bad, McCormick.”

Kenny raised an eyebrow, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Not bad? Dude, I’m the best you’ve ever had.”

The bottle kept spinning.

It landed on Tweek, and everyone collectively lost it when he had to kiss Bebe, who grinned so hard it looked like her face might split in two.

But through it all, you could barely keep your thoughts straight. Your lips still burned from the kiss, and every glance you stole at Kenny—casually leaning back, sipping his beer like nothing had happened—made your chest ache with something you couldn’t name.

What the fuck just happened?

The bottle clinked softly as it spun, its momentum slowing to a lazy crawl. The circle leaned in, the suspense building as everyone craned their necks to see where it would land. It stopped on Wendy, and someone let out a low whistle as the bottle’s neck pointed at Kyle.

“Oh, shit,” Cartman snorted, his voice dripping with mock glee. “Kyle, my dude, you’re getting lucky tonight! You got to kiss two people other than your mom.”

Kyle groaned loudly, rubbing the back of his neck as he shot Cartman a glare. “Shut the fuck up, Cartman.”

Wendy, sitting cross-legged beside Bebe, smirked. “I don’t know, Kyle. This might be the best offer you’re ever gonna get.”

The circle erupted into laughter, and Kyle’s face turned bright red. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered under his breath before leaning forward.

Wendy met him halfway, her lips pressing against his in a quick, clean kiss—no theatrics, no mess. Just simple, fleeting, and surprisingly soft. Kyle pulled back quickly, scratching the back of his head, his ears still red as Wendy settled back in her spot like nothing had happened.

“Tame,” Bebe teased, winking at Wendy. “I was expecting at least a little tongue.”

“Please,” Wendy said, tossing her hair. “I don’t want to traumatize him.”

The group dissolved into laughter again, Cartman cackling obnoxiously as Kyle buried his face in his hands and muttered, “Kill me. Just fucking kill me now.”

But you weren’t laughing. You were still trying to recover from the kiss that had shattered your world. Your gaze darted across the circle to Kenny. He looked completely unfazed, his leather jacket hanging open as he leaned back on his hands, watching the game unfold with that same lazy grin. Like nothing had happened. Like kissing you had been just another spin of the bottle.

Meanwhile, your thoughts were still spiraling, the memory of his lips—his hand on your jaw, his tongue brushing yours—burned into your skin. The noise and heat of the room pressed down on you, the cheers and teasing too loud, the air too thick. You needed to get out of there.

Without thinking, you pushed yourself to your feet. The circle was too focused on the next spin to notice at first, but Red caught your movement and glanced up, frowning slightly.

“Bathroom,” you mumbled, not waiting for her response as you stepped over legs and made your way toward the staircase.

The moment you stood, Kenny’s eyes followed you.

He didn’t call out to you, didn’t say a word, but the weight of his gaze was unmistakable. You felt it on your back as you climbed the stairs, your heart pounding harder with every step.

The bathroom was quieter, but the faint hum of the party still bled through the walls. You locked the door behind you, leaning against it as you let out a shaky breath. The room smelled faintly of cheap soap and lingering beer, but it was mercifully empty, giving you a moment to catch your breath.

You moved to the sink, setting your empty cup down and gripping the edges of the countertop. Your reflection in the mirror stared back at you, flushed and disheveled, your lipstick slightly smudged. You looked... different. Like the kiss had left its mark on you in a way no one else could see but you couldn’t ignore.

You splashed cold water on your face, the chill shocking enough to clear some of the haze in your mind. But the burning in your chest—the ache that had settled there after Kenny’s lips left yours—refused to go away.

“What the fuck just happened?” you whispered to yourself, your voice cracking slightly.

You’d gone to this party thinking it would be like every other one Red dragged you to. Loud, chaotic, full of people you didn’t really know or care to talk to. You’d planned to stay in the background, maybe have a drink or two, and then sneak out early like you always did.

But a stupid, childish game had changed everything.

You pressed your fingers to your lips, the memory of his kiss replaying in your mind like a broken record. The heat of it, the way his hand had cradled your jaw like you were something fragile, something worth holding onto—it had felt like a moment stolen from someone else’s life. Someone more confident, someone who belonged in a room like that.

Because that wasn’t you. You didn’t belong in Kenny McCormick’s orbit.

You rarely even saw his group outside of parties like this. Sure, you knew them—everyone on campus did. Red had pulled you into their circle a few times, but you always felt like an outsider looking in. Stan, Kyle, Wendy, Bebe, Token—they all had this easy rhythm with each other, this shared history that you weren’t a part of.

And then there was Kenny.

Kenny, who was everything you weren’t—charming, confident, magnetic. He could light up a room just by walking into it, and people flocked to him like moths to a flame. He’d never once seemed uncomfortable or out of place, and even if he was, he hid it well.

You, on the other hand, stuck to the edges of the crowd, watching from the sidelines like you were afraid to get too close. And maybe you were. Because this was what happened when you let yourself get too close—you kissed a boy who would never see it as more than a game, and then you spent the rest of the night trying to hold yourself together.

Your stomach twisted painfully at the thought. Kenny had kissed you, yes, but it hadn’t meant anything to him. He’d kissed you because the bottle told him to, because that was the game. And maybe, for a second, you’d let yourself believe it was more than that. But it wasn’t.

You closed your eyes, gripping the sink tighter.

It was just a kiss. Just a game.

So why did it feel like something had cracked open inside you?

Before you could spiral any further, the doorknob rattled violently behind you. You jumped, spinning around as someone knocked twice.

“Occupied!” you called, your voice sharper than you intended.

A muffled voice replied, “Yeah, no shit. You’ve been in there forever. Can you hurry the fuck up?”

You winced, smoothing your hair quickly as you called back, “One second!”

With a deep breath, you unlocked the door and pulled it open, coming face-to-face with a girl in a too-tight sequined dress holding an empty cup and looking thoroughly unimpressed. She raised her eyebrows and shoved past you without a word, muttering, “Finally,” under her breath.

The hallway felt even more stifling than the bathroom. The faint roar of the party downstairs pressed at your ears, and your pulse quickened at the thought of going back down there. You weren’t ready to face Red or the circle again. Definitely not Kenny.

You needed more time. More space.

Glancing down the hall, you noticed a slightly ajar door at the end, the room beyond it dimly lit by what looked like the glow of a bedside lamp. An empty room. Perfect.

You moved quickly, your heels clicking against the hardwood as you made your way to the door. Pushing it open, you stepped inside—and froze.

A couple was tangled together on the bed, their limbs a blur as they kissed with all the ferocity of two people who had clearly forgotten there was a party happening outside. The girl’s shirt was halfway off, her back arched as the guy kissed his way down her neck, and neither of them noticed you standing there like an idiot.

“Oh my God, shit !” you blurted, stumbling backward.

The girl whipped her head around, her eyes wide. “What the fuck?”

“Sorry! Fuck, sorry!” you stammered, your face burning as you fumbled for the door handle and pulled it shut behind you.

You stood in the hallway for a moment, your pulse racing as you leaned back against the closed door. The embarrassment was immediate and suffocating, but it was nothing compared to the swirling mess of emotions still clinging to you like a second skin.

I can’t go back down there.

You turned away from the door and headed further down the hall, scanning for another empty room. This time, you made sure to listen for voices—or other noises—before cracking open a door and peeking inside.

The next room was empty, its bed neatly made, the faint smell of stale laundry lingering in the air. You slipped inside and closed the door softly behind you, leaning against it as you let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.

Finally, some fucking peace.

You’d been in the room for a few minutes, sitting cross-legged on the bed and staring blankly at the far wall. The initial rush of relief from escaping the party had worn off, leaving you alone with your swirling thoughts and the faint thump of bass vibrating through the floor.

You barely had a chance to think about what you were feeling before the door creaked open. You tensed, your head snapping up as your heart skipped a beat.

“Red, I’m fine,” you said quickly, already anticipating her loud, teasing voice as the door clicked shut again. “I just needed a second. You don’t have to—”

“I’m not Red.”

The voice was smooth, casual, and distinctly male. Your stomach flipped as Kenny stepped into view, leaning back against the now-closed door with his hands shoved casually into the pockets of his leather jacket. His blonde hair was a mess, his jeans ripped and frayed at the knees, his blue eyes gleaming with something that sent a jolt of energy straight through you.

You’d barely turned away from Kenny, gripping the edge of the bed in an effort to calm yourself, when he spoke again, his voice low and maddeningly casual.

“You know, I’ve gotta give it to you,” he said, leaning back against the desk like he owned the place. “You’ve done a pretty good job pretending you don’t have a thing for me.”

The words hit you like a slap. Your head snapped up, and you stared at him, your face burning so hot you were surprised it hadn’t burst into flames. “What?” you blurted, your voice cracking slightly.

Kenny’s smirk widened, and he tilted his head, his blue eyes gleaming with mischief. “C’mon, [Y/N]. Two years. You’ve been crushing on me since that stupid physics class freshman year. Don’t act like I’m wrong.”

Your stomach twisted violently, a mix of shock and mortification bubbling to the surface. “You’re insane,” you said quickly, though your voice betrayed you with a slight tremor. “I don’t—I don’t have a thing for you.”

“Sure,” Kenny said, dragging the word out with deliberate skepticism. He stepped closer, his leather jacket creaking slightly as he leaned down just enough to catch your gaze. “You’re just up here hiding because you got bored of the party, right? Not because a certain someone kissed you in front of everyone?”

Your throat tightened, and you gritted your teeth, refusing to look at him. “It’s just a game,” you muttered, the words barely audible.

Kenny laughed softly, the sound low and teasing as he straightened up again. “Yeah, maybe. But you weren’t exactly complaining.” He shoved his hands back into his jacket pockets, his grin sharp as he watched you squirm. “Admit it—you’ve been dying to kiss me for years. The game just made it easier for you.”

Your mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. The sheer audacity of his words had knocked the air out of your lungs, and you couldn’t tell if you wanted to punch him or crawl into a hole.

“You’re such an asshole,” you said finally, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

Kenny’s smirk didn’t waver. If anything, it deepened. “Probably,” he said, shrugging slightly. “But I’m not wrong, am I?”

Your silence only made him grin wider, and he took another step closer, closing the space between you until he was just a foot away. “You don’t have to be shy about it, you know. It’s kinda flattering.”

“Flattering?” you echoed, incredulous.

“Yeah,” he said, his tone casual but laced with a teasing edge. “You’ve been watching me like I’m the answer to a fucking physics problem for two years, [Y/N]. Kinda nice knowing I’ve got that effect on you.”

Your face burned, and you scowled, finally forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“Maybe,” Kenny said, unfazed. His grin softened slightly, his blue eyes studying you with a mix of amusement and something else—something that made your stomach twist all over again. “But I’m not wrong.”

Your hands tightened around the edge of the desk as you searched for something—anything—to say that would wipe that infuriating smirk off his face. But all you could think about was the way his lips had felt on yours, the way his hand had cradled your jaw like you were something he didn’t want to let go of.

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping just enough to make your pulse spike. “You can tell me I’m wrong, [Y/N]. Say the word, and I’ll leave.”

Your breath hitched, and for a moment, the air between you felt impossibly heavy. He was close enough now that you could see the faint scruff on his jaw, the way his lips curved into a knowing smile.

Kenny’s smirk lingered, sharp and teasing, as he watched you, his blue eyes locking onto yours like he was daring you to react. The air between you was charged, heavy with something you couldn’t name but couldn’t ignore. You should’ve said something, should’ve pushed him away with a sarcastic remark, but instead, you froze, every nerve in your body screaming in anticipation.

“Still quiet, huh?” he said softly, taking another step closer. His hand lifted, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, the touch light but deliberate. “That’s not like you, [Y/N]. You usually have some smart-ass comment ready.”

Your throat tightened, but before you could form a response, he leaned in, his breath warm against your skin. “C’mon,” he murmured, his voice dropping lower. “Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you haven’t been waiting for this.”

And then his lips were on yours.

It wasn’t like the kiss from the game, the one that had left your head spinning in front of everyone. This kiss was something else entirely. It was deliberate, intense, like Kenny had been waiting for this moment just as much as you had. His lips moved with a kind of confidence that made your knees weak, his hand sliding to the back of your neck to pull you closer.

Your heart pounded, your hands moving instinctively to his chest, clutching at the cool leather of his jacket. He deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing lightly against yours, sending a rush of heat through your entire body. You couldn’t stop the soft sound that escaped your throat, and he responded by pulling you closer, his other hand settling firmly on your waist.

You should’ve been thinking about a million things—how you’d gotten here, what this meant, what it would mean tomorrow—but all you could think about was him. The way his hands felt so sure against your skin. The way his lips seemed to know exactly how to pull you apart.

But then, like a splash of cold water, the thought crept in: This is what he does.

Kenny McCormick. The guy who could charm anyone with a single grin. The guy who kissed girls like it was a game he was born to win. You’d seen it—heard the stories, watched him with your own eyes as he flirted, teased, hooked up, and moved on without so much as a backward glance.

What made you think this was any different?

And yet, even as the thought surfaced, it didn’t make you stop. If anything, it made you kiss him harder, your hands sliding up to his shoulders as you pressed yourself closer. Because the truth was, you didn’t want this to end—not yet. Not when his hands felt so good on your skin, not when his lips left you breathless with every movement.

Kenny pulled back just slightly, enough to let you breathe, but his lips didn’t go far, brushing lightly against yours as he spoke. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice low and rough. His hand on your waist tightened, pulling you flush against him as his blue eyes flicked over your face. “You’re fucking killing me, [Y/N].”

Your breath hitched, your heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst. He leaned in again, his lips trailing along your jaw, down to the curve of your neck, where his teeth scraped lightly against your skin. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, and your fingers tightened on his shoulders as a soft gasp escaped you.

“Kenny...” you managed, though his name came out more like a plea than anything else.

“Yeah?” he murmured against your skin, his voice dripping with that infuriating, cocky edge. His hand slid from your waist to your hip, his fingers digging in just enough to make your breath catch. “You want me to stop?”

You didn’t answer, but the way your nails dug into his jacket was answer enough. He grinned against your neck, his lips curving into something devilish as he pressed another kiss to your skin, slower this time, more deliberate.

“That’s what I thought,” he said softly, his voice almost a growl.

You didn’t even realize you were moving until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed. Kenny followed your movement, his hand leaving your hip to cup the side of your face as he kissed you again, harder this time, like he couldn’t get enough. He walked you back until you were sitting on the edge of the bed, his jacket brushing against your bare knees as he stood between them.

The kiss deepened, his hands moving with a confidence that left no room for doubt. And for the first time that night, you didn’t care about the stories, the rumors, the reputation. None of it mattered—not when he was here, not when his hands were on you, not when he was looking at you like you were the only thing that existed in the world.

You reached for him, tugging at his jacket as your pulse raced, and Kenny smirked against your lips, his hands trailing down your sides as he leaned in closer. His voice was low, teasing, and utterly maddening as he whispered, “Let me guess—you’ve been thinking about this too, huh?”

Your cheeks burned, but you didn’t pull away, your fingers curling tighter into the fabric of his jacket.

“I fucking knew it,” he muttered, his grin sharp as his lips captured yours again, cutting off whatever protest you might’ve had. He bit your bottom lip, but not enough to draw blood, and with a hunger that left no room for coherent thought.

Kenny’s hands were everywhere: tangled in your hair, bunching up the hem of your tiny black dress, skating lower until his fingers grazed over the fabric of your lace panties. Your breath hitched and stuttered between small gasps as his fingers tauntingly traced the intricacies of your black panties while his mouth went to work on your neck.

Your hand gripped his, stopping his fingers that almost dipped into your underwear hemline. Kenny stopped moving, his teeth barely grazing your delicate skin on your neck.

“What’s wrong babe?” He placed a quick kiss on the particular spot he has been sucking at, sending a shiver down your spine. 

Your other hand was still gripping his leather jacket, and you finally opened your eyes to see him looking at you, blue eyes pooled with lust, and it was hard to pull away from him. Hard to deny him what he wanted, which was you .

Kenny’s smirk deepened, his blue eyes gleaming with an unsettling mix of charm and intent as he brushed his thumb over your hip. His hand stayed on your neck, his fingers warm against your skin as his lips lingered close to yours.

“You’re scared,” he murmured, his tone soft but dripping with something sharper. His lips moved to your jaw, pressing a kiss there, slow and deliberate. “I can feel it.”

Your breath hitched, and you tried to turn your head, but his grip on your neck was firm enough to stop you. He tilted your face back toward him, his grin sharp as his eyes searched yours. “You’re thinking too much again, babe,” he said, his voice dipping lower. “Why do you always do that? Ruins all the fun.”

You swallowed hard, your grip on his leather jacket tightening as you tried to ground yourself. “Kenny, I don’t—this isn’t—”

“This isn’t what?” he cut in, his voice still soft but edged with mockery. “What you wanted? Because that’s bullshit, and we both know it.” His other hand skimmed up your thigh, his fingers barely grazing the hem of your dress. “You think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me? You’ve been waiting for this, [Y/N]. Don’t act like you haven’t.”

Your face burned, and your breath stuttered. “It’s not—it’s not that simple.”

Kenny’s laugh was low, quiet, and almost cruel. “Sure it is,” he said, leaning in closer until his lips brushed against your ear. “You’ve been watching me for years. Hell, you probably spent all of freshman physics imagining this exact moment. Don’t tell me I’m wrong, babe. You’re not that good at lying.”

You stiffened, your pulse racing as his words sank in. He wasn’t wrong—you knew he wasn’t. But the way he said it, like it was a joke, like it didn’t matter, made something twist in your chest.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” you whispered, barely audible.

Kenny chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your neck as his lips trailed lower. “Good ideas are overrated,” he murmured, his teeth grazing your skin. “Besides, what’s the worst that happens? You let yourself have a little fun for once?”

He leaned back slightly, his hand sliding up your side to rest on your waist. His blue eyes locked onto yours, his grin still in place but softer now, almost coaxing. “Look, babe. You don’t have to pretend to be nervous. It’s me. You’ve had a crush on me for years, and now you’ve got me right here, all over you. Isn’t this what you wanted?”

Your breath hitched again, and your hands twitched against his jacket, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer. His words cut through your defenses, twisting your thoughts until you couldn’t tell what was real anymore.

“Or,” Kenny continued, his voice dropping even lower, his smirk growing sharper, “are you scared because you know this won’t be just some sweet little kiss you’ll forget about tomorrow? You’re scared because you want it too much.”

You stared at him, your mind spinning. Every nerve in your body screamed at you to stop, to step back, to think this through. But you couldn’t—not with his hands on you, his lips brushing against your skin, his voice wrapping around you like a velvet rope.

“I...” Your voice faltered, and Kenny leaned in again, capturing your lips in another kiss before you could finish.

This time, there was nothing soft about it. His lips moved against yours with a confidence that made your knees weak, his hands pulling you closer like he couldn’t stand to have even an inch of space between you. His tongue brushed against yours, and the heat that followed burned through any remaining shred of resistance you had.

His fingers slid to the edge of your panties again, teasingly tracing the hem as he kissed you harder, his lips leaving you breathless. Your thoughts blurred, every rational part of your brain shutting down as you melted into his touch.

“See?” he muttered against your lips, his voice rough but tinged with amusement. “You just needed someone to help you relax. I’m good at that, babe.”

Your fingers curled into his jacket, your body moving on instinct as his hand slipped lower, brushing against the lace with deliberate slowness.

“Just let it happen, [Y/N],” he whispered, his grin evident in his tone as he trailed kisses down your neck. “Stop fighting it. Stop thinking so fucking much. You’ve been waiting for this. Let yourself have it.”

His words wrapped around you, warm and commanding, until you couldn’t remember why you’d ever hesitated.

Kenny’s hand slid beneath the lacy edge of your panties, his fingers tracing lazy circles over the slick heat of your clit. You gasped against his mouth, your legs opening further without even realizing it.

His thumb grazed over your swollen nub once, twice, then three times in quick succession before he stopped. Kenny withdrew his fingers with an almost satisfied smirk on his lips as if daring you to protest.

The brain fog was real, yes you did want this, you want Kenny, but did Kenny want you in the same way you wanted him? You were basically in his lap now, and you could feel his chest pressed against your back, his head on your shoulder and arms wrapped lazily on your waist. His slender fingers pinched at your clit, almost to remind you to stop worrying, to stop thinking .

Kenny’s fingers worked their magic, slow and deliberate, as though he had all the time in the world. The lazy circles he traced over your clit were maddening, every stroke sending jolts of electricity through your body. You gasped, your back arching instinctively as his other hand tightened on your waist, keeping you steady, keeping you his.

“See?” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? All you had to do was let go, babe.”

His voice was like a drug, thick and intoxicating, making it impossible to think straight. The questions buzzing at the edge of your mind—about what this meant, about whether he’d still want you tomorrow—faded into a haze of desire as he dipped his fingers lower.

Kenny’s slender fingers slid between your folds, slick and warm, his movements unhurried but devastatingly precise. His thumb pressed firmly against your clit while his middle finger teased at your entrance, dipping in just enough to make you gasp before retreating.

“God, you’re so worked up,” he teased, his grin evident in his voice. “All for me, huh? Admit it—you’ve been thinking about this for years.”

Your breath hitched, and you couldn’t stop the soft whimper that escaped your lips as his finger finally slipped inside you, curling slightly to hit just the right spot.

“Kenny,” you gasped, your voice barely a whisper.

“Yeah, babe?” His tone was cocky, playful, but there was an edge of satisfaction there, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

You opened your mouth to respond, but another flick of his thumb over your clit left you breathless, your head falling back against his shoulder. He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against your neck as he pressed a kiss there, slow and deliberate.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured, his fingers moving deeper, working you open with agonizing precision. “You’re so fucking cute when you stop pretending to have it all together.”

His free hand slid up your side, bunching the fabric of your dress higher until it pooled around your hips. You were completely exposed now, and the thought should’ve embarrassed you, but Kenny’s touch made it impossible to care. His hand moved back to your waist, holding you firmly in place as his fingers continued their slow, deliberate rhythm inside you.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he muttered, his voice rougher now, his breathing heavier as his thumb pressed harder against your clit. “It’s like you’ve been waiting for me to ruin you.”

Your chest rose and fell in short, shallow breaths, every nerve in your body alive with sensation. His words sent another shiver down your spine, the heat pooling low in your belly growing stronger with every second.

“Kenny,” you whimpered again, your hands clutching at his jacket as your thighs trembled around his wrist.

“Relax, babe,” he said, his tone both commanding and soothing, like he was unraveling you one word at a time. “I’ve got you. Just let me take care of you.”

His thumb moved faster, his fingers curling and twisting inside you in a way that made you feel like you were going to come undone at any moment. The pleasure was overwhelming, and all the doubts and fears that had plagued you before were drowned out by the relentless wave of sensation crashing over you.

“You feel so fucking good, [Y/N],” Kenny whispered, his voice thick with heat. “God, I’ve been waiting for this. You don’t even know.”

The words made your heart twist in a confusing mix of desire and doubt, but his thumb flicked over your clit again, and the thought vanished, replaced by a soft cry that you couldn’t hold back.

“That’s it,” Kenny murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Good girl. Just let go.”

Your breathing was ragged, every nerve in your body ablaze as Kenny’s fingers continued their slow, overstimulating work. His lips brushed along the curve of your neck, teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you gasp. The world outside this room faded entirely—there was only him, his touch, his voice, the intoxicating way he made you feel like nothing else mattered.

Before you realized what you were doing, you turned your head, capturing his lips in a kiss that was clumsy and desperate, all teeth and tongue. Kenny stilled for a moment, surprised, but then he grinned against your mouth, his fingers curling inside you as he kissed you back with just as much fervor.

“Finally,” he muttered against your lips, his voice teasing but thick with heat. “Thought you’d never—”

You didn’t let him finish. Your hands moved on their own, pawing at the leather of his jacket, tugging at it with a kind of frantic urgency that made him laugh softly against your mouth.

“You want it off, babe?” he asked, his tone dripping with smug amusement.

“Shut up,” you muttered, tugging harder, your fingers fumbling with the collar as Kenny pulled back slightly, grinning down at you.

“Alright, alright,” he said, shrugging out of the jacket with practiced ease, the worn leather falling to the floor with a heavy thud. His hands returned to you immediately, one sliding up to cup your face as he kissed you again, his tongue brushing against yours in a way that made your knees weak.

Your hands moved to the hem of his shirt next, tugging at the fabric in your haste to feel more of him. Kenny chuckled against your lips, his hands pausing just long enough to pull the shirt over his head, tossing it carelessly to the side.

The sight of him—bare-chested, his lean frame covered in faint scars and old bruises, his messy blonde hair falling into his eyes—made your breath hitch. He looked every bit as dangerous as he felt, and it made your stomach twist in the best possible way.

“Happy now?” he teased, his lips curving into that familiar, cocky smirk as he caught your wrist and brought your hand to his chest, letting your fingers splay across his warm skin.

You didn’t answer, too focused on the way his skin felt under your fingertips, the way his muscles tensed and flexed as he moved. Kenny seemed to enjoy your distraction, his grin widening as his hands found the straps of your dress, his fingers toying with the thin fabric.

“Let’s even the playing field, huh?” he murmured, his voice low and rough as he slid one strap down your shoulder, then the other.

Your breath hitched again, and you swallowed hard as the fabric slipped lower, pooling at your waist and leaving your chest completely exposed. Kenny’s blue eyes darkened as they swept over you, his grin softening into something more intimate, though no less wicked.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, his voice quiet but heavy with heat. His hand came up to cup your breast, his thumb brushing lightly over your nipple in a way that made your whole body shiver. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through you, your face burning as his mouth found your collarbone, trailing kisses down to the swell of your chest. His hands were everywhere now—your waist, your thighs, your bare skin—pulling you closer, urging you to let go completely.

The heat between you was suffocating, Kenny’s lips moving against your neck, his hands roaming your body like he couldn’t get enough of you. Your thoughts were a jumbled mess, too overwhelmed to focus on anything but him—his touch, his scent, the way he made you feel like every nerve in your body was alight.

You shifted in his lap without thinking, your legs straddling him as you tried to get closer, to feel more. That was when you noticed it—the hardness pressing against you through his jeans, hot and insistent. A soft gasp escaped your lips, but you didn’t pull back. If anything, your body moved on instinct, your hips rolling slowly against him.

The reaction was immediate. Kenny groaned low in his throat, his hands tightening on your hips as he rocked up to meet you. “Fuck, [Y/N],” he muttered, his voice rough with want. “You’re gonna fucking kill me.”

The sound of his voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t stop yourself from moving again, the friction igniting a fire in your belly. Kenny’s head tipped back slightly, his eyes fluttering shut as his lips parted, another soft groan escaping him.

“You don’t even realize what you’re doing, do you?” he said, his voice low and breathless, though the teasing edge was still there. His hands gripped your waist, guiding your movements as you continued to grind against him, your breaths coming quicker with every roll of your hips.

Your hands braced against his chest, your fingers splayed across his bare skin as you tried to ground yourself, but the feel of his hard length pressing against you through the rough fabric of his jeans made your head spin. Kenny’s eyes opened, half-lidded and dark with lust, and his lips curved into a wicked grin.

“[Y/N],” he said, his voice softer now, his thumbs brushing lazy circles over your hips. “You wanna make me feel good, don’t you?”

The question caught you off guard, your movements faltering slightly as your heart pounded in your chest. “I...” you started, your voice barely audible, but Kenny didn’t let you finish.

“C’mon, babe,” he murmured, his hands sliding up to cup your face as he tilted your head up to meet his gaze. “You’re already driving me fucking crazy. Let’s see if that pretty mouth of yours feels as good as it looks.”

Your face burned at his words, your pulse racing as you realized what he was asking. His grin widened, sensing your hesitation, and he leaned in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

“You don’t have to, you know,” he said, his voice low and coaxing, though the look in his eyes made it clear how much he wanted this. “But I’m pretty sure you want to.”

His hands moved back to your waist, his fingers tracing light patterns over your skin as he gave you time to respond. The intensity of his gaze, the heat of his body pressed against yours—it was all too much. Your thoughts blurred again, your body moving almost on its own as you leaned forward, capturing his lips in another kiss that was just as desperate as the first.

“Good girl,” Kenny murmured against your lips, his voice dripping with approval as he leaned back slightly, his hands guiding you lower.

Your hands trembled slightly as they moved to the waistband of Kenny’s jeans, fingers brushing against the cool metal of his belt buckle. The steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your palms and the intense way his blue eyes bore into yours only added to your nerves. You tugged at the leather strap, unbuckling his belt with a quick, jerky movement, the sound of the metal clinking loud in the quiet room.

Kenny didn’t rush you. He leaned back slightly, propping himself up on his elbows, his grin lazy but sharp as his gaze followed your every move. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice low and encouraging. “You’re doing good, babe.”

You bit your lip, fumbling with the button of his jeans, the zipper sliding down with an almost deafening sound. Your heart pounded in your chest as you glanced up at him, your fingers hesitating just above the waistband of his boxers.

“What’s the matter?” Kenny asked, tilting his head slightly, the smirk on his lips softening into something that almost resembled concern. “You nervous?”

“I just...” you trailed off, your voice barely audible. Your face felt impossibly hot, the weight of his gaze making your skin prickle as you tried to focus on the task at hand.

Kenny sat up then, his hand cupping your cheek as he tilted your face toward him. “Hey,” he said softly, his tone coaxing but firm. “Don’t overthink it, [Y/N]. You’ve come this far. You can handle it.” His thumb brushed lightly over your skin, the gesture both soothing and maddeningly intimate.

Your breath hitched, and you nodded slightly, though the hesitation still lingered. Kenny’s grin returned, sharper this time, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “You wanna make me feel good, don’t you?”

The way he said it—low, husky, and dripping with intent—sent a shiver down your spine. Your fingers curled into the waistband of his boxers, and Kenny chuckled softly, his breath warm against your skin.

“There’s my girl,” he murmured, his hand sliding down to rest lightly on yours. “Just pull ‘em down. I promise, you’re gonna like what you see.”

You swallowed hard, your heart racing as you finally tugged at the fabric, exposing him. Kenny hissed softly as the cool air hit him, his hand moving to rest on the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough as he leaned back on his elbows again, his head tipping back slightly. His blue eyes, half-lidded and dark with lust, found yours again, and his lips curved into a wicked grin. “Go on, babe. Don’t be shy.”

Your breath stuttered, the heat between you almost suffocating as you leaned closer. Kenny’s hand tightened slightly in your hair, his voice dropping even lower as he murmured, “That’s it. Just use that pretty mouth of yours. I know you can make me feel good.”

You leaned closer, your breath warm against his length as your lips parted, your hands trembling slightly as they steadied themselves on his thighs. The heat radiating from his skin, the weight of his gaze on you, and the teasing smirk still playing on his lips all sent your nerves spiraling.

Tentatively, you leaned in, your lips brushing over the sensitive tip as you gave an experimental lick. Kenny’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening in your hair, though his voice remained soft, coaxing. “Just like that, babe. Don’t be shy.”

Your cheeks burned, but his encouragement spurred you on. You opened your mouth wider, taking him in slowly, though the unfamiliar sensation made you hesitate. Kenny groaned low in his throat, his hips shifting slightly as you moved, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.

“Fuck, [Y/N],” he muttered, his voice rough and low. His fingers stroked the back of your head, gentle but firm as he guided your movements. “You’re doing good, babe. Just take it slow.”

His words were a strange mix of comforting and maddening, your heart racing as you worked to find a rhythm. The weight of him in your mouth was foreign, your inexperience making your movements clumsy, but Kenny didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he seemed to enjoy it more, his groans deepening every time you adjusted or tried something new.

“Use your tongue,” he murmured, his voice strained but still laced with that teasing edge. “Yeah, just like that. Fuck, you’re a natural, babe.”

Your hands gripped his thighs harder as you moved, the heat between you building with every second. Kenny’s breathing grew heavier, his groans spilling from his lips in low, husky tones that made your own body flush with heat. His guidance was constant, his fingers tangled in your hair as he urged you to go a little deeper, to hollow your cheeks, to let him guide you just a little more.

“God, you’re fucking perfect,” he muttered, his voice almost a growl now. “So good, [Y/N]. Just keep going. Don’t stop.”

The praise made your chest tighten, your movements becoming more confident as you focused on the way his body reacted, the way his hips bucked slightly when you hit the right spot. The tension in his body coiled tighter, his groans breaking into uneven breaths as he threw his head back, his grip in your hair tightening.

“Fuck, [Y/N],” he gasped, his voice rough and strained. “I’m close. Just—just keep going.”

And then it happened. A sudden, warm rush that caught you completely off guard, the taste unfamiliar and overwhelming as it spilled into your mouth. You froze, your eyes wide, unsure of what to do, but Kenny’s hand in your hair kept you steady, his voice breathless as he murmured, “Just swallow, babe. It’s okay.”

Your heart pounded, your body moving on instinct as you followed his words, though your mind raced with panic. When it was over, you pulled back quickly, wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand as you tried to process what had just happened.

“Hey,” Kenny said softly, his voice still rough from his release but now tinged with amusement. He leaned forward, his hand cupping your cheek as he tilted your face toward him. “Relax. You did fucking amazing.”

Before you could respond, his lips were on yours, the kiss slow but insistent. You stiffened at first, the taste of him still on your lips, but Kenny didn’t let you pull away. His tongue slid against yours, his grip on your face firm but gentle as he deepened the kiss.

“You taste fucking perfect,” he murmured against your lips, his grin wicked as he leaned back slightly to look at you. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Your cheeks burned, and you looked away, the weight of his words and the intensity of his gaze making your stomach twist. Kenny chuckled softly, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he tilted your face back to meet his eyes.

“Don’t overthink it, babe,” he said, his voice low but coaxing. “You were fucking perfect.”

Kenny’s grin widened as he pulled back, his hands moving to your hips as he guided you to lay back on the bed. The soft fabric of the mattress pressed against your back, the weight of his presence above you making your heart race. He brushed his blonde hair out of his eyes, the smirk on his lips as lazy as ever, but the fire in his gaze sent a shiver through you.

“You ready to have some real fun, babe?” he murmured, his voice low and dripping with intent. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers, sliding them down and tossing them to the side in one smooth motion.

Your breath hitched as the reality of what was about to happen hit you all at once. Panic bubbled up, and before he could move further, you reached out, grabbing his wrist to stop him. “Kenny, wait,” you said quickly, your voice trembling slightly. “Do you... do you have a condom?”

Kenny blinked, momentarily surprised by your question, before his smirk returned, softer this time but still sharp around the edges. “Relax, babe,” he said, his voice soothing as his free hand trailed up your side, his thumb brushing over your bare skin. “I’ll pull out. I promise.”

Your stomach twisted, doubt flickering in your chest even as his touch sent your pulse skyrocketing. “I don’t know, Kenny,” you said, your voice quieter now, unsure.

He leaned down, bracing himself on his forearm as his lips brushed against your ear. “[Y/N],” he murmured, his tone soft but commanding, “I’ve got this. It won’t hurt a bit. You trust me, don’t you?”

The weight of his words made your chest tighten, and you found yourself nodding before you could stop yourself. Kenny grinned against your neck, pressing a soft kiss to your skin as his hand slid back down to your waist, his fingers brushing against the hem of your panties.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, his lips curving into a wicked grin as he trailed kisses down your collarbone. “Just relax. I’ll make sure you love every second of it.”

You gasp as Kenny’s fingers slide to the elastic of your panties, slowly tugging them down until the cool air brushes your skin. His eyes trace every inch of your now-exposed body, his gaze lingering with a mix of hunger and admiration before meeting yours.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly, low, and thick with desire.

The first brush of his thumb over your most sensitive spot sends a shockwave through you, your breath catching in your throat. The sensation is electric, but it’s nothing compared to what follows—the warm, deliberate slide of his length against you. The heat of him against your slick skin makes your back arch, your body reacting instinctively to the overwhelming sensation.

Kenny doesn’t look away. His eyes remain locked on yours as he teases further, nudging himself against your entrance with painstaking slowness. Each movement is deliberate, each shift drawing out the anticipation until the first stretch pulls a sharp gasp from your lips.

“Relax,” he murmurs, his voice soft but commanding. “It’s gonna feel so good, babe.”

The first push feels impossibly tight, your body struggling to adjust to the unfamiliar intrusion, and you gasp again, the sharpness of the sensation stealing the breath from your lungs. Kenny pauses, his lips brushing yours as his hands settle on your hips, grounding you.

“You’ve got this,” he reassures you, his voice a low rasp. “Just let me take care of you.”

The slow stretch continues, his movements deliberate and steady, giving you time to adjust as he sinks deeper. Your legs wrap around him instinctively, pulling him closer, your arms moving to his neck as you cling to him. Your fingers grip at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you bury your face against his neck, trying to ride out the sharp edge of discomfort that lingers.

“You feel amazing,” he groans, his voice tight, roughened with restraint. “So tight, babe. So damn good.”

His words send another jolt through you, and you exhale shakily as the discomfort begins to ease, the stretch giving way to a warmth that makes your body tremble. Kenny’s hips rock gently, a slow, lazy rhythm that pulls a soft moan from your lips.

“There you go,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against the curve of your shoulder. “See? I told you it’d feel good.”

The deep timbre of his voice, the way it vibrates against your skin, only intensifies the sensations coursing through you. Your nails rake against his back, leaving faint welts as your body instinctively moves with him, your hips meeting his in slow, deliberate motions.

“Kenny...” you whisper, the word slipping from your lips unbidden as the heat between you builds.

“Yeah, babe?” His grin is audible in his voice, though there’s a roughness to it now, a hint of strain as he fights to keep his movements steady. “You feel so good. I could stay like this forever.”

Each roll of his hips pulls a broken sound from your throat, the slow, deliberate rhythm becoming something more as the heat coils tighter in your belly. Kenny’s hands grip your waist, his movements becoming slightly firmer, more confident, as he pushes you closer to the edge.

“You’re so perfect,” he breathes again, his words low and reverent. His lips find yours in a kiss that is both tender and consuming, a perfect balance of raw passion and unspoken connection as the rhythm of his body claims every inch of yours.

A ragged gasp tore from Kenny’s lips as he buried his face against your neck, his breath hot and uneven against your skin. “God,” he rasped, his voice thick and strained, his movements growing erratic. “I’m close.”

His grip on your hips tightened as he drove into you deeper, each thrust more insistent than the last. The tension in his body coiled tighter, his breath catching in a guttural groan as he pressed himself fully against you. The world blurred as you clung to him, your nails raking across his back as you gasped his name, your own body trembling beneath the force of him.

“[Y/N],” he groaned, his voice breaking as his rhythm faltered. With one final, shuddering thrust, he stilled, his entire body taut as a low, desperate sound escaped his throat. His release hit like a surge of heat, a wave of sensation that made you shiver as he held you close, his forehead pressed against yours.

Kenny’s breathing was uneven, his lips brushing over your jaw as he murmured, “You’re incredible.” His words were raw, broken, carrying a weight that made your chest tighten. The warmth between you pulsed with the aftershocks of his release, his grip on your waist softening as he ran his hand down your back, grounding you both.

The tension in your body snapped moments later, your own pleasure unraveling in a dizzying, all-consuming wave. Your legs tightened around him, a choked cry spilling from your lips as you arched into him, every nerve in your body alight with sensation. His name fell from your mouth like a prayer, your voice breathless and hoarse as you trembled against him.

Kenny held you through it, his hands steadying you as he pressed soft, lingering kisses to your shoulder, your neck, your lips. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, a thread of satisfaction lacing his words. “Just let it all go.”

When the storm passed, a calm settled over the room, the only sound the soft hum of your breathing mixing with his. He didn’t move, his body still pressed against yours as his hands roamed your back in slow, soothing circles. The heat between you was still tangible, still buzzing, but the intensity had softened, replaced by something quieter, something that made you hesitate to pull away.

Kenny smiled, a faint, crooked grin tugging at his lips as he looked down at you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You okay, babe?” he asked, his voice warm but teasing, the familiar edge of his charm still lingering.

You nodded, your chest still rising and falling with each heavy breath. “Yeah,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I’m okay.”

Your breaths came shallow and uneven as the weight of what had just happened pressed down on you like a suffocating blanket. Kenny still hovered above you, his messy blonde hair falling into his eyes, the familiar smirk on his lips lazy and satisfied. The heat of the moment was fading, replaced by a sinking, gnawing sensation in your stomach.

He hadn’t pulled out.

The realization hit you all at once, making your chest tighten as panic bubbled to the surface. You sat up slowly, pulling the crumpled fabric of your dress around yourself as you tried to form a coherent thought, but your voice felt lodged in your throat.

Kenny leaned back on his knees, running a hand through his hair before reaching for his jeans. His movements were unhurried, his expression still smug as he buttoned his pants. He looked over at you, noticing the tension in your posture, and grinned.

“Damn,” he said, his voice gravelly but playful. “You were something else, babe.”

Before you could respond, a sharp knock on the door startled you both.

“Hey!” someone called from the other side. “Hurry the fuck up, man. People are starting to wonder where you went!”

Kenny smirked, throwing a glance toward the door. “I’ll be out in a minute!” he yelled back, his tone light and teasing. “Try not to miss me too much!”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to laugh. The lump in your throat grew heavier as you tugged the straps of your dress back onto your shoulders, your heart racing as you replayed everything in your mind. The regret was creeping in now, sharp and cold, but before you could fully grasp it, Kenny turned his attention back to you.

He pulled his shirt over his head, his grin widening when he noticed your wide eyes and tense shoulders. “What’s the look for?” he teased, leaning down to grab his jacket from the floor. “You’re not freaking out on me, are you?”

Your lips parted, but the words were slow to come. “Kenny,” you started, your voice trembling slightly. “You said... you said you’d pull out.”

For a fleeting moment, his grin faltered, but it was quickly replaced with the same casual, cocky smirk that made your stomach twist. “Yeah, well,” he said, shrugging as he slung his jacket over his shoulder. “Guess I got a little caught up in the moment. You’re just that good.”

The flippancy of his words hit you like a punch to the gut, and the panic bubbling inside you surged to the surface. “Kenny, I—”

“Relax,” he interrupted, cutting you off as he straightened up. “You’re fine, babe. It’s not a big deal.”

You stared at him, your chest tightening as the meaning of his words sank in. He was already pulling on his jacket, his eyes flicking toward the door like he had somewhere more important to be.

“Was this—was this all just a game to you?” you asked, your voice trembling despite your efforts to steady it.

Kenny paused, his hand on the doorknob. He turned to look at you, his blue eyes glinting with something unreadable before his smirk returned, sharper this time. “Look,” he said, his tone smooth and casual, “it was fun, right? No hard feelings .”

Your stomach dropped. The words felt like a slap, cold and dismissive, confirming every fear that had gnawed at the back of your mind.

He opened the door, stepping into the hallway as voices from the party below drifted into the room. “See you around, [Y/N],” he said, throwing you one last grin before disappearing into the noise.

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving you alone in the dimly lit bedroom. The silence felt deafening, the sinking feeling in your chest impossible to ignore. You pulled your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them as your mind raced.

You’d been played. And the worst part was, you’d let it happen.

[dckweed]

ROSES ARE RED, RESERVATIONS ARE EXPENSIVE, YOU'RE LUCKY I FUCKIN' LOVE YOU, gator & pearlie

summary: just a little valentines blurb for our love bugs Gator and Pearlie, a day late lmao

warnings: fluff, mentions/allusions to sex, pregnant!reader, reader referred to as pearl or pearlie extremely minimal use of y/n, gator being sweet on valentines day

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Almost a year you and Gator had been married, and it already felt like a lifetime, but in the greatest of ways. Your little craftsman house was just buzzing with life in the past seven months, your little sisters moving in with the two of you after Gator had taken care of things with their father. You were like your own little family, school pick up and drop offs, sports and music lessons, family suppers most nights of the week. Gator would sit dutifully and help with their homework, and even downloaded games onto his Xbox to play with them and it had become your favorite weekend morning ritual to hear the three of them animatedly going about it sprawled on the living room floor, bowls of cereal haphazardly forgotten about on the coffee table.

The holidays had been fun too, Gator had dressed up with you guys as the characters from Scooby-Doo on Halloween, even going as far as to take Freddie to the groomers and have them dye his fur to look like Scooby. For Thanksgiving, he taught your sisters about football while you cooked an entire meal for your small group, his dad and Karen having spent the holiday with her parents, he even lead everyone in going around the table to say what they were thankful for, which you thought was so adorable. And Christmas? He went all out. Overboard, even. The inside of the house was all you, though he had dutifully helped you pick out a big thick Douglas Fir to fit right next to your front window, and he had helped you decorate it with your sisters, scooping both girls up even though they were much too big for it so they could both put the angel on top of the tree. He had then wrangled them outside to help him set up the yard decorations that he had spent an ungodly amount of money on just so he could make you your own winter wonderland in the front yard.

New Years had been one hell of a party, your sisters knocking out just as the clock struck midnight. You and Gator had shared a kiss and even a slow dance to ring in the new year before he looked down at the girls with his hands on his hips. You had told him to just leave them, let them sleep on the couch, but he had carries them to bed anyway, his back muscles and biceps flexing. Something about watching him be a Dad to your sisters was so mesmerizing, and maybe it was the hormones, maybe it was because your husband was just so damn hunky, but neither of you got any sleep that night as you made a compete mess of the living room couch and floor..and even the kitchen table.

You refused to call the Superbowl a holiday, something that almost cause a rift in your home as Gator had your sisters on their sides, but nonetheless you still hosted a bunch of his highschool and work buddies. You and a few of the wives and girlfriends had gotten started talking about valentines day, especially the ones with kids who has been given lists of things for class room parties (you had yet to see a magical list but you were sure it would appear soon), which caused the guys to start talking about how annoying and unnecessary Valentines day was, among the voices you heard your own husband say something about how manly it was.

Which was why you were surprised to wake up on February the 14th to a bouquet of roses on the pillow next to your head. You hadn't even mentioned Valentines day to Gator, let alone dropped hints. You figured you'd save the big show of love and appreciation for your anniversary in June. You groan as you sit up, racing to your feet to once you catch sight of the time on your alarm clock, you run to the girls' room, they were an hour late getting up, school started in ten minutes. You had your fist raised to knock on the door when you noticed a piece of paper taped to it, Gator's messy scrawl on it.

You rip it from the door and hold it in your hands as you read it. 'Pearlie, hope you liked the flowers, took the girls to school so you could sleep in a bit..be back soon- G'

You could have sworn Gator said he had to work today. Confused, you shuffle back to your bedroom, making up your bed as neatly as you could, the white and red heart shaped duvet covering the entire king sized mattress. You rearranged the pillows too before grabbing the bouquet and shuffling back down the hallway, to the kitchen.

You're filling a pretty pink vase with water and trimming the ends of the flowers when the front door opens. "Baby, is that you?" Roy had made a habit of just walking into your home here lately, and the last time he'd done it you'd been naked, trying to surprise your husband.

You squeal loudly when large, warm arms encircle you, pulling you back against a chest as hands make their way to your slowly rounding belly. "Happy Valentines, pearlie girl.." He murmurs, kissing under your ear gently, you can feel the smile on his face as you tilt your head to the side, making more room for his lips to work.

"Thought Valentines wasn't manly?" You breathed, eyes closing briefly as his lips brushed over the spot where your shoulder meets your neck, where you seem to be sporting a constant love bite here lately.

He grins against your skin, rocking in place with you. "S'not." He whispers, turning you around slowly in his arms so that he can plant sweet little kisses all over your face. "Just want to show my girl how much i love her..that so wrong?" You can't help giggle at his words, knowing that he showed you more than enough love every day.

You open your mouth to tease him when he catches your lips with his own, a slow, deep kiss, all tongue and sweetness that leaves you whimpering when he pulls away from you. "I got you somethin' baby.." He says, voice still quiet even though you're the only ones in the house.

"I know baby, they were beauti-oh!" From somewhere behind him, the back pocket of his jeans you think, he pulls out a small velvet box and opens it. "Gator! Baby.."

Inside of the box was a beautiful gold necklace in the shape of a G, inlaid with a bunch of dazzling diamonds. Your eyes watered as you looked at it. "Aw hell," He breathes, the corners of his lips quirking up in a smile as he watches your reaction. You had been doing that alot lately, and he knew you couldn't help it, hormones and all that. He thought it adorable though, that you turned into a cry baby over the smallest of things. "Had the girls go in with me to pick it out a couple weeks ago..we stopped and picked it up on the way to school this mornin'.."

He took it out of the box and unclasped the chain, placing it securely around your neck, a loving smile on his face as he did. Immediately your hand was on it, fingers gliding over the letter. His eyes were drawn to your nails, he had remembered you saying you got them done yesterday but didn't remember looking at them to compliment you on your choice. "You get these for today?" He asks, taking hour hand in his. You nod as he brings your fingers up to his lips kissing them gingerly before kissing the knuckle above your wedding ring. "The little red hearts are cute..d'i wana know how much they cost?" He didn't care, he loved to keep your hands looking pretty, loved the way your manicured nails looked when they were wrapped around his own hand, or his cock..

You shake your head at his words, wiping away the tears with the other hand as you remember what was in your nightstand drawer. "Wait, hold on I'll be right back!" You say, rushing off in a hurry.

"You sick or somethin'?" He follows you quickly, making sure you didn't need his help. You hadn't had morning sickness in nearly a month, he was hoping you were past it, and he was relieved to find you bent over the drawer of your nightstand, your silky white shorts giving him a perfect view of your ass. "Bab- oh hon you didn't have to get nothin' for me..this day is about you.."

You shake your head, bouncing excitedly. "No baby, it's to celebrate love..its for both of us!" You exclaim, taking the lid off of the small box in your hand. He gasps when he sees it, and you can't help but grin.

"Pearl, baby.." It was a black watch, metal. The clockface was silver, a cold color despite the deep black you had chosen. You didn't know much about watches, but you knew that he liked them, and you knew that this was a nice one.

"Flip it over.." He does as you say as he takes it out of the box, his eyebrows furrowing as he reads the inscription on the watch case. "Forever your Valentine..'

He takes the old watch off to slip the new one on, it's a perfect fit. "I fuckin' love you baby.." He pulls you into a kiss by the back of your head, his large hand holding you firmly in place as your hands find purchase on his broad chest. "I have one more surprise okay?"

You pout, eyebrows furrowed.

"Need you t'dress real fuckin pretty for me tonight baby," You pout even harder this time, tears coming to your eyes. Did you not look pretty all the time? What did he mean? As if he could read your mind his face changes and he immediately starts wiping your tears. "Ah ah, baby, you know I don't mean it like that..you're always lookin' real pretty for me babygirl, but tonight I need you to look extra fuckin' nixe..takin you to that place in the city.."

You squeal and jump in your place, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist as you kiss his face repeatedly. You catch him off guard but he still puts his hands under your ass, supporting you. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You chant excitedly, arms wrapped tightly around him. He hoped to have you chanting that later tonight too, in a different way, preferably followed by his name. He can't help but grin at the thought as you jump off of him, running over to your closet as you try to find an outfit that even fits your barely there baby bump, but still looked sexy.

"Rose's are red, reservations are expensive, you're lucky I fuckin' love you!" Gator rhymes horribly just so he can hear your giggle from the depths of Narnia that you call a closet.

"I love you too baby!"

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[blissful-clown]

Bittersweet Lis: Bonnibelle!!!

NOT FINAL. JUST STUFF I MADE UP WHILE DAYDREAMING. maybe I'll draw her soon idk

Backstory ??? idk if there are plot holes uh 

Parents divorced when she was 4 because her mom fell out of love with her dad

They were living in France (I guess she was born there but uh both parents are Filipino though) But after the divorce, She and her dad moved to the PH

She mostly spent time with her Grandparents, aunts and uncles, and cousins

Her mom sometimes visits her from France and she usually just shows up when her dad’s like not around because the tension is weird with both of them in the room

Oh she has a friend in France named Bennet he was like their neighbour and they just communicate online lmao

Her dad is always at work and when he’s at home he avoids her and always sits under a mango tree outside their house just thinking and his eyes just full of sadness (bro is coping)

One time she tripped and her dad was right in front of her and she stood up and stared at him to see if he’d respond but he barely even spared her a glance even after burning a hole through his head. Her grandma just found her standing with the blood from her wound already reached the ground and rushed her inside.

It was like this for a while until she was 12 when her dad decided “bro get yo shit together u have a daughter” then boom he tried to approach her little by little by helping her with her math homework and yeah they’re good now 💥💥💥

When she was 14 she moved to America because her dad got a job opportunity there and boom 

Omg bennet in america too?! Meeting my bestie irl (REAL!!!)

Oh wait did I mention she ROLLER SKATES?! Yeah she does she’d brag about it to Bennet all the time

Their relationship is almost kinda like siblings

Dad found a bee eff?!?!!!? Bro has another dad now 🤯 AND a 5 yr old step brother 

She also has an art account and it grew following wow!!!

She met her girlfriend during prom when she was 15 wowowow!

She would give her gf those small music boxes every week with a cute note and doodle

They were all silly and happy until her gf’s dad found out about them and they were just walking around then boom her gf’s dad saw them and he punched bonnie right in the face and it was all blurry for her after that

They weren’t able to talk and then one day her gf just moved unannounced and she never saw her again they lasted for 2 years 😢

Bro was heartbroken as HELLL

Oh yeah and soon after all that her brother had a birthday party and did i mention her step-dad’s EX WIFE?! 🤯🤯🤯 yeah she showed and yeah she knows about her and she was like stopping her from coming in but she just got punched in the face AGAIN what a loser lmao

Bittersweet!!

She moved right after college out of impulse (no deep backstory or anything one day she was just like ya what if I move then boom)

Oh ya remember that art account thing yeah she makes money by taking commissions 

She got into baking because that was how she would cope with stress now she also has that as a source of income woooo

Met alphonse?! I guess he found her walking around and she was thinking of her gf? She’s moved on but she thinks about her sometimes and yah all that other stuff that happened in the audio

Got interested in alphonse because he is literally PINK and she found the way he talked funny (in like a good way)

Seth appearance real!!! Im not gonna go into too much detail uhh she was just standing there and she was pretty understanding about the whole thing

She wasn’t sure if it was gonna be a good idea to approach seth but she did anyway!!! Bro was shitting herself that morning of the confrontation!!!! 

It was kinda awkward with seth at first but she was really nice to him and stuff and yeah real!!!!

All the other stuff that happened in audios wow!!; i dont feel like typing everything anymore uh

Other stuff that aren’t final:

The first friend she ever made in school when she moved to america was casper (yeas, charlie’s lis) casper would talk about charlie all the time. Bonnie thought charlie was fucking DEAD because of the way he talked about him LMAOO (wait hold on this doesnt make sense anymroe I'm gonna change this)

Majored in BA Fine arts and BS Psychology

thought of adding some filipino mythology to her but that might be too extra

[squirrelsinthebelfry]

Sunday, May 14, 2023

Holy guacamole I am sore. We spent the day yesterday working for one of our regulars, George. I was staining his fence and deck, while Bobbin shovelled dirt and spread grass seed... I am burnt to a crisp, and because of nerve issues in my shoulders and elbows, a day of moderate to heavy use of my arms like that just leaves me in agony. Oh well, money's money and it feels good to get an honest day's work in.

Today we're on another job with a new client. Bobbin is doing the actual work today, I'm just the driver. We can't afford two round-trips to come out to work, so I'm just hanging out in the car for the day with my drawing and sewing stuff. People frequently act like they feel sorry for me hanging out for the day, working on my various projects, but this is bliss for me. There's no one to bother me and I can keep it as quiet as I want it, or put music on if I feel like it. I need regular opportunities to "check-out" without feeling obligated to be "on" for anyone or I burn out... And the meltdowns that come with burn-out are a horror show that I very much want to avoid... So these days where I can just hang out in the car or someone's backyard while Bobbin works are an absolute life saver for me.

I love the way Bobbin's work ethic and absolute beastly ability to go hard for long periods of time is becoming the stuff of legend lol. He worked for this asshole's landscaping company... I'll call the asshole Pilon, for reasons. Pilon's father, Sonny, also did work with the company and took to Bobbin very quickly. He eventually hired Bobbin to help him with his own driveway sealing business, and then to help him clear out his house and move. He was so impressed that his other son, George, ended up hiring Bobbin to help him move, and then kept bringing Bobbin back to help with renos, yard clean-up, and other odd jobs around his big country property. George was so impressed that his buddy, Bert, decided to hire Bobbin to help him organize his new workshop after he moved, and wants him to come back for regular yard work and maintenance. Now, we're at Theo's house - a friend of Bert's. Theo is already talking about another friend of his who is interested in hiring Bobbin as well.

This delights me for a number of reasons, but one of the most satisfying is that Farkwad (my brother-in-law, with whom we currently live) calls Bobbin "lazy" and refused to help Bobbin get work through the landscaping company he works for, even though Bobbin is categorically the least lazy person I've ever met in my life... Even when he doesn't have a paid job to go to, he spends his time cleaning the house, the car, doing yard work, chopping wood (back when we lived somewhere where wood needed to be chopped regularly) and whatever else. I feel like this is further evidence that Farkwad's real issue with Bobbin has more to do with his own ableist judgementalism than anything else. He likens Bobbin to an "idiot" because of Bobbin's communication issues (He's loud, hyper, has trouble staying on the subject, keeping his thoughts organized, and whatever else due to Dyslexia, ADHD, and a traumatic brain injury), and calls him "lazy" because his disabilities make it difficult for him to hold down a regular full-time job if it's too structured/strict/lacking in worker autonomy/micro-managed, and I think he is SEVERELY jealous that someone he considers to be stupid and lazy is actually so much better than him in almost every conceivable way lmao. Farkwad is so fucking see-through that the only person who actually sees anything there when they look at him is my sister, Marla, and that's only because she wants to see him as a prince so badly that she makes up fairytales about him in her own head. He's an ignorant little troll.

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 7]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, fingering, daddy!kink, dirty talk, ‘cuz you can touch touch me~ 😏 ur gonna need to imagine headband/bandana wearing left&right cheol for this cuz that’s the fantasy i was imagining for this chapter the entire time i was writing it hehe 🍒 quick apologies to anyone who thinks this is moving a little slow 😩 I literally don’t know how to shut up and I end up writing too much LMAO and as always, thank you for the continued interest! Have a great weekend bbys! 💕 

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - ?

dom.cheol has donated $400

therealchan99: yea this is about right on course

dom.cheol: what, did u miss me? 😏

gentleman_josh95: loosely

chwenon: more like the obscenely large donations were missing lolol

You jokingly roll your eyes, exhaling deeply as you push your toys off to the side of the bed. You’d just finished your Saturday show without a hitch, albeit feeling a little lonely. “Aww, c’mon you guys! Don’t tease~” Glancing around the room, it did feel a little odd to you now that Seungcheol wasn’t there but he had called earlier in the day and told you that it might’ve been better if he stayed back.

In truth, you understood exactly how he felt.

Part of you was ready to throw all caution out of the window when it came to Seungcheol and he felt it too. But at the same time, you knew it wouldn’t be that easy and that there were still things that the two of you needed to discuss before deep diving into intimacy, especially when it came to powerplay.

kitty_junjun: hey dont take this in a weird way but like

kitty_junjun: i feel like i saw u earlier today…

universe_WZ: ooo i never thought abt that before

sleepy_wonu has donated $75

xcaliburDK: have ppl recognized u irl before? :o

dom.cheol: i feel like i might’ve seen u irl before too…

Your cheeks bloom a hot pink; a nervous giggle on your lips. “Oh! I mean, yeah, there’s been a handful of times. I’ll wear wigs out sometimes though. Can’t have people calling me out in a grocery store, y’know?”

kitty_junjun: wait so maybe i did see u? I dont wanna give out locations tho…

“Maybe! I’m still out on my little weekend trip and I was out and about earlier~ if you see me next time, don’t hesitate to say hi! I promise I don’t bite~” You pause, leaning closer into the webcam as you wink.

“Unless you want me to~”

You start running a bath right after you end your show, stretching and turning on some music as you start to unwind. Thankfully you didn’t have a tiring show today, so you decided to take the rest of the night to pamper yourself in preparation for your day with Seungcheol.

Biting your lip, you pick up your phone, already seeing a multitude of messages from Seungcheol on your lockscreen.

cheollie ✨: don’t forget ur glass of water!

cheollie ✨: also don’t forget i’m picking you up at 9:30am

cheollie ✨: hope ur ready to spend all day at the roller rink with me baby

You can’t help but grin, already excited to see how Seungcheol spent his day at work. Typing a response, you quickly hit send before setting your phone down onto the nightstand and making your way to the bathroom.

‘I can’t wait! I’m so excited~ u promised me free skates and free food so don’t forget!!’

It’s exactly 9:29AM when Seungcheol messages you that he’s downstairs.

You check yourself in the mirror one last time, smoothing down your dress and hair and grabbing your bag before you rush down to meet Seungcheol. 

There’s a mild feeling of nervousness that pours over you, but you quickly shake it off once you see his blue headed figure standing outside of the lobby.

“‘Cheollie!”

He turns around to face you just as you stop in your tracks; gasping when you see the cute way he’s styled his hair for today. “Whoa… wow, uh, j-just.. Wow. You look great in bandanas...”

Seungcheol laughs, eyes forming crescents. “I don’t usually work the weekends so I thought I’d spice it up a little. Guess it looks good?” You can only nod shakily, mentally cursing yourself when you feel the arousal already pooling inside your body. He winks at you once, opening the passenger’s side door as you slide into his car.

“Hope you’re ready to have a boring day at the roller rink with me.” He gives you a tight lipped smile, shutting your door before he rounds the car to get in on the driver’s side.

“I’m telling you, it’s not going to be… y’know, anything crazy.”

“Who says it has to be! I’m excited to see where you work and anyway you promised!” You tease, poking him in the arm as he starts the car. “I know, I know… I just---I don’t want you to be disappointed. I bet you thought I was some rich old hotshot before, huh?” Seungcheol shoots you a glance, smiling gently.

“Mmm.. not really.”

“No? You didn’t think I was some lonely CEO with loads of money with a thing for camgirls?”

You laugh at his response, placing your hand over his on the gear shift.

“Nah, if there’s anything I thought about you, it was that you were way too nice to be on some camming website.”

The two of you have idle conversation as Seungcheol takes his time to drive to the roller rink. In all honesty, he was a little nervous himself, although he’d never say it to your face.

“Oh my god, is that it?! It’s so cute!”

He parks close to the entrance, turning the car off as he jogs over to your side to help you out. “‘Cheol, you know you don’t have to be so sweet~” You pout, latching onto his arm as he locks the car.

“Oh but I do. You deserve to be spoiled once in a while!”

A blush coats your cheeks yet again, shy eyes fixated on the floor as he walks you towards the entrance. “Yeah, but all you ever do is spoil me… That sybian was no joke and my god, Seungcheol, the price! I almost had half a mind to return it…” You end in a mumble. Seungcheol laughs, opening the door for you as you unlatch from his arm and step in first.

“You’re worth spoiling. Now stop worrying, okay? I promise I’m not up to anything illegal in order to afford your gifts.” Giggling, you lean up to kiss him on the cheek, nodding firmly.

“Fiiiiine, I trust you, y’know?”

“I know, baby. I trust you too, now let’s go meet my best friend who’s going to play butler for you today.”

He leads you over to the concession stand where an equally tall yet bored male stands. “Hey, Jeongguk!” The said male looks up from his phone, eyebrow quirking when the two of you walk up. “Uh, hey Seungcheol-hyung…” Seungcheol feels a weird tenseness fall over the three of you, clearing his throat to get Jeongguk’s attention when he finds the younger male staring.

“Um, this is my friend. She’s---uh, she’s gonna be hanging out here for the rest of the day. I promised her that you’d give her free food, so uh, just--just let me know how much it is so I can tell Namjoon to take it out of my paycheck.” Jeongguk grins, a sly look in his eyes when he finally meets Seungcheol’s concerned eyes.

“Sure! Can I talk to you over there? It’s about our paychecks actually.” Jeongguk turns to you, leaning over the counter. “Sorry, employee only info, ch--uuuuuh, you know the deal.”

“Yeah, of course!”

Jeongguk points off to the side, gesturing to Seungcheol who follows suit.

The younger male makes sure they’re a safe distance away, watching as you pluck your phone out of your purse before he starts talking in harsh whispers. “What the fuck, dude!? You’re---no, you’re not fucking Cherry. She doesn’t have a boyfriend so what the fuck?”

The blood drains from Seungcheol’s face; the feeling in his fingers going numb as his throat goes dry. “Wuh--what? What are you---what are you talking about?” Jeongguk scoffs, eyes rolling jokingly.

“So, hyung, how do you know her?”

“You’re asking me?! How do you know her!?” Seungcheol’s eye twitches just as Jeongguk shoots him an incredulous look, arms crossed in mock annoyance. “I’m a horny boy, what can I say.”

“Please do not ever use those words to describe yourself again.”

The younger male stands in silence, nodding in thought.  

“Fuck, wow, I should’ve noticed. All those extra shifts you were taking, the reason why you could never come hang… You don’t like working here as much as Yoongi-hyung but you--holy---holy shit, wait--you… you can’t be…”

Fuck, here it comes.

“You’re fucking ‘dom.cheol’ aren’t you? You’re the one always leaving her insane fuckin’ donations all the time… and the gifts.. Oh my god. The ‘cheol’ was from Seungcheol, I should’ve known...”

Seungcheol dies a million deaths inside his head; the ringing in his ears becoming unbearable while Jeongguk stares at him in mild disbelief. “It all clocks out, holy fuck. No wonder you were so fucking eager to pick up so many extra shifts…” Seungcheol’s mouth opens and closes a few times, unsure what to say.

“I mean, fuck hyung, I--I’m kind of impressed but wow. You think you know a guy, huh?” Jeongguk laughs, patting the older male on the shoulder. “She’s only one of the hottest camgirls out there right now. You’re a lucky man, hyung.”

A weird possessiveness washes over Seungcheol, hands gently balling up into fists at his side. “Okay, well, she… she’s just here to chill, alright? Don’t do anything weird. And most of all, don’t say anything weird either.” The younger male nods, already walking back to where you were standing.

“Hey, sorry, hyung’s paycheck is gonna be pretty sad next week and I had to let him down gently. Anyway, I’m Jeongguk. You are?”

You give him a fake name; shaking his hand over the counter as he grins at you.

“It’s my pleasure.”

You spend the first two hours on the floor skating; catching Seungcheol’s eyes on you from time to time as he sits nearby cleaning skates. The place seemed pretty empty, which was something that Seungcheol was immensely glad for.

Eventually you skate off out of the rink, making your way to Seungcheol who smiles at you when you come sit next to him. “Told you. Bored already, huh?” The two of you share a laugh, watching as the few other people continue to skate around the rink.

“I mean… it’s different! Right about now I’d usually be six episodes into a new series or something… It’s nice to be somewhere else and doing something different.”

He nods in return, slightly pouting when he turns to face you. “I hate that you have to go home tonight.” You mirror his sentiments, lips quirking into a sad smile.

“I know… I don’t wanna go home…”

Seungcheol bites the inside of his cheek, eyes flitting over to Jeongguk. “Hey, maybe we can bail a little early. This place is pretty dead anyway, and I--I can have Jeongguk clock me out when he leaves. My shift is supposed to end at 3PM and it’s noon now so… We can leave in a hour? Maybe get a late lunch?”

“Seungcheol… I don’t want you to get in trouble…” You mumble, brows furrowing in concern. “Really, it’s okay! We can just hang here ‘til then and still have time to get dinner!” He sighs, knowing you were right. Now was not the right time to be testing the waters with Jeongguk and Namjoon.

“Okay, okay, you win, baby.”

It takes 45 minutes.

45 minutes and a free drink from the concession stand before your mind starts wandering.

You watch Seungcheol converse with Jeongguk behind the concession stand; his cute laugh sending you into orbit when your eyes meet and you can’t stop the thrums of lust pouring over your body when a certain idea pops into your head.

Seungcheol turns his attention back to the younger male and you quickly start to unlace your skates and put your normal shoes back on before Seungcheol’s entire break gets taken up. 

You walk up to the two; Seungcheol cleaning off his hands before he exits from behind the counter.

“Seungcheol…” You softly call out; a look of concern crossing his features when he stops in front of you. “Hey, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, mmhmm! I just--I need to talk to you, if that’s okay?” Jeongguk already turns to leave, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You drag Seungcheol away, tugging him towards an even emptier part of the roller rink as the concern builds up inside of him. “I have an idea.” He feels himself gulp, already anticipating what you have to say.

“And…?”

“Well… It’s… It won’t t-take long I don’t think, just… hear me out?” You question gently, head tilting cutely up at Seungcheol who already knows he can’t say no to you. “Okay, shoot.”

“Wh--what if we… film a small POV v-video… like, not a live one! Just a small upload on my channel to test the waters maybe? I just---you don’t have to say anything and--and it’ll be quick, and--and like, nothing major just a little, um, f-fingering and--oh my god, sorry, I shouldn’t have a-asked, that’s just---I’m s-sorry I was thinking about it and it kinda got to me and I’m---I’m kinda already wet just thinking about it and--”

“No, let’s… let’s do it. To be fair, people seem to like risqué public things like that right?” A crimson blush falls on Seungcheol’s cheeks as he turns the tables, wrapping a hand around your wrist as he walks you to the employee restroom. “It’s… there shouldn’t be anyone in here so we should be safe.” He mutters, checking to make sure before he ushers you inside and locks the door behind him.

“I don’t know what to do so you’ll have to guide me a little here, baby.”

You nod, pulling your phone out and opening the camera app. Scrolling, you put it in video mode, clicking the red button before passing it to Seungcheol. “I’ve never done it either but I’m sure I can just… crop it and I m-mean it’s meant to be a little shoddy, right?” You giggle nervously, body already on fire when Seungcheol makes the camera face you. “You don’t have to say anything if you’re not comfortable with your voice being in the video, I just need… this.”

You reach for his free hand, playing with it as you run your fingertips across the veins. “I’m sorry, daddy… I just… I couldn’t help but think about your fingers inside my tight pussy...” Seungcheol almost loses his grip on your phone; palm clammy when he watches as you bring his hand underneath your short dress.

“Please… please, won’t daddy fuck me with his fingers? I promise I’ll be good for the rest of the day if he lets me cum on his fingers…” You whine.

Seungcheol isn’t ready to have his voice heard yet, so he nods, fingers twitching in your hold.

You take this as an okay to continue, dragging his hand up until his knuckles graze your panties. “O-oh, fuck…”

This time Seungcheol takes the lead; his own body ablaze when he can already feel your wetness soaking through your panties. He presses into it, digging his fingers into the wet material until it sticks to you like a second skin. “D-daddy, please, please, put them inside, I need it!!” You mewl, trying to keep your voice down as much as possible while still being audible enough on camera.

He shoots you a look; one that tells you to hike your dress up until your soaking panties are seen through the camera lens. And you easily follow, holding your dress up as Seungcheol drops to his knees, angling the camera upwards until only his fingers and your clothed pussy are in view. You spread your legs a little more, back resting on the wall behind you.

“Please, I can’t wait any longer…”

He gulps once, saying a prayer before he slowly pushes your panties to the side. And you all but lose any semblance of sanity the second he runs his fingertips through your wetness, pussy clenching around emptiness. “Fuck--fuck me, please!”

Once Seungcheol deems his fingers wet enough, his eyes meet yours, asking for silent consent before he makes any further moves. You nod frantically, fingers gripping the material of your dress tightly.

Seungcheol bites his lip the second he starts sinking his first finger into your tight warmth; already feeling the drool pooling in his mouth when you moan loudly. He starts a slow pace, mentally noting just how obscenely wet you are when he drags his finger out slowly. “Ngh, daddy m-more, please, I can take it, I wanna be f-full~” He gives it a few more thrusts of his index finger before he adds his middle finger; this time slowly sinking both digits into your pussy as you whimper above him.

His eyes flit up, mesmerized when he sees your face contort in bliss. “O-oh my god, I’m--I’m already so close… Daddy’s fingers are so much bigger and thicker than mine, it fuh--feels so good…” You mutter; squirming when Seungcheol doesn’t move.

And it takes him a second; too fixated on the way your tight walls only seem to suck his fingers in deeper.

But he starts a moderate pace, scissoring and curling his fingers inside of you until you’re reduced to whines and soft breathy moans.

He can already feel you getting tighter around his fingers after a few more minutes; doubling his pace when you start to beg.

“Oh my god, oh my god, ‘m so close, fuck! P-please touch my clit, daddy, please make m-me c--cum!”

Seungcheol feels his cock throbbing in his pants but he focuses on you, thumb immediately on your clit as he rubs harsh and quick circles on the swollen nub. He doesn’t know how much time has passed or if his break is over, but the look of absolute pleasure on your face is enough to make him not care.

He curls his fingers into your g-spot, holding them still as he continuously rubs your clit until you’re cumming; thighs shaking as you let out shaky breaths above him.

“Oh m-my god, daddy!” You mumble in a hurried frenzy, thighs clamping around his hand between your legs as the pleasure washes over you.

Seungcheol lets you ride out your high, gently wiggling his fingers inside of you as he starts to slow down.

“Mmh… Seungcheol…”

Oh fuck.

He definitely liked it when you moaned his name. 

“Y-yes…?” It’s his cue to turn off the camera, shaky finger pressing the ‘stop’ button. He gently slides his fingers out of you, muttering an apology when you wince.

“You don’t have to say sorry! It’s just… ‘m sensitive…” You mewl, already missing the feeling of his fingers inside of you. “Y-yeah, of course! I, um, I hope that was okay? I’ll give you a second to get cleaned up, I’ll uh, run and get you some water.”

You nod in response, thanking him before he quickly washes off his hands and bolts out of the restroom; ears and cheeks redder than a tomato.

Once you’re alone, you quickly open your camera roll, clicking on the video as you hurriedly crop out the beginning and end, making sure that the short video didn’t have any incriminating details before you open up your camming homepage.

There’s a moment of unsureness that makes you pause. You bite the inside of your cheek, weighing the potential outcomes of posting this to your page. 

But before you can change your mind, you quickly start the upload; adding a title and a short description before you lock your phone to let it process.

In the meantime, you get cleaned up, checking your appearance in the mirror once before picking up your phone again. Unlocking it, you find the upload has finished and you exhale sharply, publishing the video before locking the device again.

You move to exit the restroom, already finding Seungcheol holding a bottle of water on the other side.

“Oh, there you are! Everything okay?”

“Mmhmm! I uploaded the video before I could change my mind so I’m a little nervous…” You trail off, accepting the bottle that Seungcheol passes you.

“Well, the good news is, we’re bailing, now. I told ‘Guk to clock me out so we should get out of here so I can get your mind off of that.”

He shoots you a genuine smile, offering his hand which you take.

“Let’s fuckin’ get some ice cream, I think we deserve it.”

Seungcheol takes you on a scenic drive, taking you to an ice cream shop further away from town.

The two of you sit down in a booth towards the back of the shop and he helps clear your head, talking about various topics to keep your mind off of the huge risk you’d just taken.

“Anyway, that’s one of the reasons why I’m never bar-hopping with ‘Guk again. He’s got no limit, nobody can keep up and nobody wants to keep paying the uber fees.” You laugh as Seungcheol finishes his story, taking a sip of your milkshake.

You can’t help but sigh after a few seconds, pouting at Seungcheol who blinks questioningly at you. “‘Cheollie, I don’t wanna go home…” He stares back, unsure of what to say. A million different thoughts run through his mind in the split second before he opens his mouth.

“Why don’t you stay with me for a couple more days?”

Seungcheol doesn’t understand the gravity of his words until they spill out of his mouth; a panicked look on his face when you go completely silent in the seat across from him. “I m-mean, uh, I mean, like, fuck. I’m sorry, that must’ve been way too out of bounds. I just---it’s just, you don’t want to go home and---and I can take care of you while you’re here! Even if it’s just a couple days. I can help you film too!” He curses himself for rambling; immediately shutting himself up.

“I--I don’t want to bother you, ‘Cheol… That’s really too kind of you…” A shy blush coats your skin; chewing on your bottom lip when you shyly avoid his gaze. “A-and my filming stuff is back home too… I brought a few toys with me so I could film my weekend shows but--but my camera…”

“I can ask Jeongguk!”

You shoot him a bewildered look, brow quirking. “He--he streams sometimes too, like, video games ‘n shit. He actually offered me his extra equipment a while back, if I ever wanted to get into it myself. I can ask to borrow it, if you want?”

You drink in his words, unsure. The thought of staying with Cheol might’ve danced across your mind a handful of times, but now that the offer was on the table, you weren’t sure how to respond.

You trusted Seungcheol, and you knew by now that he would never do anything to hurt or betray you. But this was a far leap from how things were the last time you’d seen him.

“Listen, I can see the cogs in your head turning, baby. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I’m not forcing your hand into anything you don’t want. But I know you’ve been wanting to get out a ‘lil more and… well, in truth, I think it’d be nice for both of us? I can take care of you while you’re here with me and we can keep each other company.” He pauses, smiling at you from across the booth. “But I can also take you back to your hotel room and let you pack so you don’t get home too late.”

“‘Cheol I trust you.. It’s just that… I’m s-scared…”

“Scared? Of what, baby?”

The warmth blooms inside of you; shy eyes meeting his.

“Scared that I’m not gonna wanna go home…”

Seungcheol takes it easy for the rest of the day and doesn’t make an effort to get an answer out of you. He takes you around the city, tugging you into shops he thinks you’d like and walking around with you aimlessly until the sun goes down.

But time seems to go even faster once he takes you to dinner; a sigh on his lips when he knows he has to bring the topic back up.

“I hate to ask but… I have to take you back to your hotel after this so…” Seungcheol trails off, leaving it open-ended for you.

“I know… I just want to know… Why do you like me so much?”

The question takes Seungcheol by surprise; eyes wide as saucers. “I--I’m sorry I don’t follow?” You chuckle under your breath, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“It’s just… we were strangers, kind of, before Friday, you know what I mean? And now you’re offering your place to me to just… crash at for a few days? What if I rob you blind? Or what--what if you try something with me that I don’t like?” You suddenly start catastrophizing; mind going a mile a minute with potential outcomes.

“Hey, whoa, whoa, wait. Calm down, sweetheart. It’s okay! Breathe!” You let out a shaky exhale, groaning as you hide your face in your palms. “God, ‘Cheol, ‘m sorry, I--I really want to stay with you for a few days. It’s just that my brain is going light speed and I can’t keep up. I really like you too, you’ve been nothing but kind and sweet and you’re so handsome, it’s just so crazy to me...” Your words are slightly muffled but Seungcheol catches it, a soft chuckle on his lips when he leans his head on his palm.

“I’ll sleep on the sofa and leave you alone. You can take the bed. Hell, you can even rob me blind and I’d say thank you.”

He reaches his free hand over, fingers circling your wrist as he pulls your hand down. “And I’m offering you my place because I like you as you. You’re cute and funny, and so fuckin’ humble. And I want to get to know you better. In person, y’know?”

“Y-yeah… I wanna get to know you better too. And it’s only a couple days right?”

“Right.”

Seungcheol drives you back to your hotel, a smile on his face when he sees you in better spirits.

He parks his car in front, turning to face you. “So I’ll just wait here while you grab your things and check out, okay? I’ll contact ‘Guk to see if I can swing by and take that extra equipment he offered.”

This time you nod cheerily, body buzzing with excitement as you hurriedly step out of his car. “I’ll be quick!”

He gives it a moment before he picks his phone up, taking a deep breath before typing out a message to the younger male.

‘Hey, ‘Guk I have a favour. Get back to me asap if u can.’

Jeon 🥴 : bold of u to msg me…

Confusion crosses Seungcheol’s features; fingers hovering over the keyboard. ‘What are you talking about?’

Jeongguk takes a second to send a screenshot, Seungcheol’s cheeks burning a crimson colour when he sees the content.

Jeon 🥴: it’s the employee restroom for me.

Jeon 🥴: bruh it’s also the fuckin way i knew it was u before i even played the video… fuck man is that why u too so long on ur break? u do kno u went over right, I clocked it cuz i was expecting u to come back sooner

Jeon 🥴: for the rec im not mad, actually im impressed just cant believe this is u

Seungcheol ignores Jeongguk’s messages, instead opening the screenshot again and re-reading the video title.

‘I was so needy… 🥺 so I asked daddy to finger me in public…’

Jeon 🥴: bitch i kno ur reading this im dropping the hyung bc u kept this from me!!

Jeon 🥴: after i even offered u my extra camming stuff u were already doing it behind my back…

Seungcheol rolls his eyes at the younger male’s dramatic nature, fingers quickly swiping across the keyboard.

‘Alright, I’m sorry okay? I just didn’t think my online habits needed to be public knowledge and for the record, that was the first time I’ve ever done anything like that. I promise no more secrets, unless absolutely necessary. And also speaking of that extra equipment, can I swing by and grab it from your place?’

Jeon 🥴: r u gonna cam now? u got one sip of the devils juice and now ur all in?

‘Would u stop being dramatic oh my god. It’s not for me, it’s for ‘cherry’. She’s going to be staying with me for a few days and I fully expect you to keep your mouth shut on this.’

Seungcheol grimaces when he calls you by your online handle; already feeling unfamiliar with it.

Jeon 🥴: o i c. sure, u can come pick it up, simp. I’ll make sure she’s got all the necessary things before u get here and u owe me one!! i fully expect u to come stream with me at least once for keeping ur secrets 

‘It’s a deal. I’ll be there in an hour and a half.’

A sigh escapes Seungcheol’s lips, his eyes dancing over to your figure that skips towards the car. He locks his phone just as you tap on the glass, popping the trunk before he steps out.

“How’d it go? All checked out?”

“Mmhmm! Did you get in contact with Jeongguk? What’d he say?”

A nervous laugh spills from his lips as he puts your small luggage in the trunk, slamming it shut before rounding the car to open your door. “I’ll help you get settled in at my place and then I’ll drive over really quick and grab the stuff from his place.”

You hop in his car, fiddling with the seatbelt until Seungcheol slides into the driver’s seat.

“He didn’t ask what you needed it for?” Gulp. Shit.

“I just told him that I was thinking about streaming, for--for gaming stuff. He was okay with it.”

He’d tell you the truth. Soon, he promises.

No. Now.

Seungcheol sighs, hands on the wheel as he stares straight ahead. “No, no, I--I can’t sit here and lie to you. Jeongguk knows you. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you earlier, I told him to keep his mouth shut because I didn’t want him to bother you while we were at the roller rink.”

“I--oh…”

He can only nod; eyes dancing over to you as you play with the hem of your dress. “Yeah, I--I’m really sorry. He--He also found out I was ‘dom.cheol’ too and, fuck, I--I don’t know, I kind of panicked too. I hid that part of me from everyone I know so it was just… it was a lot.”

You meet his sad eyes, shooting him a small smile of your own. “It’s okay! It’s a little funny that happens right after that ‘kitty_junjun’ says he saw me in person too, huh? I mean, thanks for trying to protect me at least. It must’ve been weird for you too.”

“Yeah… If you’re not comfortable anymore, I… I’d understand too.” Seungcheol prepares himself for the worst, knowing that there was a chance that this was goodbye.

“Are you kidding! What’s one person gonna do? And you said he’s your best friend and you trust him… I’ll have to take a leap of faith on that one but… I trust you.”

You lean over the center console, kissing him on the cheek. “And anyway, as long as he’s not one of those weirdos asking for ‘favours’, I think we’re in the clear, right?”

Seungcheol grimaces; as long as it’s from me and not you, he thinks.

[little-kat07]

Unrequited Roceit, endgame logince, and endgame dukeceit idea where Roman and Janus are a double dancing and singing act (think like the musical Chicago) and are in a relationship as well. Roman is just happy to have a career with the love of his life, while Janus is MUCH more interested in fame and money- with or without Roman.

Janus: The press LOVES us! My act is wonderful and the producers can’t ignore it for long.

Roman: You mean OUR act?

Janus: Right. OUR act.

Roman soon meets Logan, a Broadway director who offers them an audition for a play. Musicals and Theater isn’t usually what they do, but they need the money. During the audition-

Logan: *clapping* That was amazing!

Roman: *breathless* You really think so?

Logan: You are going to go far in the world with that kind of talent, Roman. We’ll see you at the first rehearsal.

Janus: Wait- what about me?

Logan: Janus... you were amazing. You have so much talent, and it really pains me to say it’s not what we’re looking for. I’m sure there are lots of other directors who-

Roman is PAINFULLY oblivious to the fact Janus doesn’t care about him, so he stands up for his ‘boyfriend’.

Roman: What? You can’t reject him! Logan, I’ve been by Janus’s side in our career for decades. Either you take both of us or neither.

Logan: I... I suppose we can find a role for Janus.

Roman and Janus travel from Atlanta to New York, where their career is supposed to start.

Logan can tell Janus doesn’t care about Roman, and is heartbroken that Roman would stand up for the snake so easily. But he’s not supposed to get involved with the personal affairs of actors, so he tries not to think about it too much. 

He has a hard time with that since during rehearsal, Roman won’t stop being so fucking adorable all the time.

Logan: Hold on, Roman, could you-

Roman: Okay okay so I know what you’re going to say but I DIDN’T MEAN TO RAISE THAT LAST NOTE, It just felt really right and I can totally stop, but I actually had a little riff on the end there I wanted to do if I could and I know it’s really confusing and I’m rambling but please?

Logan: ...I was going to say move a bit to the left, but go ahead.

Janus is VERY AWARE that Logan and Roman have chemistry, and normally he wouldn’t care since he doesn’t actually love Roman but this time, his ticket to fame and glory is riding on the fact that Roman stays with him, so he tries to intercept their relationship.

...at the very same time that Remus, (who is Logan’s brother in this AU and i’m so sorry to intrulogical shippers) wants Roman and Logan to get together. He has been waiting for Logan to find love for so long and he is NOT about to let some snake boi take away his brother’s happiness.

So, Janus and Remus have a huge, unspoken battle over getting Roman and Logan together OR keeping them apart. Remus sets them up to be alone together, Janus sabotages it or gets there at the exact time and drives Roman away. 

Janus: What is your PROBLEM?

Remus: What is MY deal? Uh, bitch, what is YOUR deal? 

Janus: My financial and social future depends on Roman and Logan staying apart. I need Roman to get me to fame. YOU need to stay out of it.

Remus: Logan is my brother who up until this point was lonely as fuck. I’m not letting you break his only chance at happiness. You don’t even LOVE Roman!

Janus: Can you not talk so loud? Someone is going to hear us.

Remus: Maybe I WANT THEM TO!

Janus: *puts a hand over Remus’s mouth* Keep quiet, rat.

Remus: *licks it*

Janus: EW!! EW EW EW- WHAT THE FUCK, REMUS?

Remus: *cackling*

Roman hears.

That’s really all you need to know- He was right outside when Remus and Janus had that conversation. He stormed back to his room of the hotel and waited for Janus to come back, where they broke up and Janus took his things and left.

This is where things get interesting...

Remus: *knocks on janus’s hotel room door* Uh... snake?

Janus: *muffled grumbling* *opens the door* Yes?

Remus: *trying to smother his worried feelings* Hey snake bitch! I noticed you haven’t tried to... sabatoge any of my plans lately.

Janus: Y e s.

Remus: ...and I was just wondering why? I-I mean I just feel like you’re planning something. What are you planning? 

Janus: ...your futile attempts at being aggressive amuse me. I’ll tell you.

Janus has been feeling strange lately. He tells Remus how he and Roman go together- They had been best friends in highschool, and Janus actually did like Roman once. They used to be an inseparable couple, it was only when Janus realized Roman had talent that could bring him glory, did he begin to stop caring. Now that they’ve broken up, it’s hard to say whether Janus MISSES Roman- because he doesn’t, not really, it’s not about Roman as a person. He missed the feeling of being cared for by someone, being held like fame and money didn’t matter, those little moments Janus missed so achingly much because he thought he would ALWAYS have them- and now he doesn’t, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

Remus: ...why did you tell me all that?

Janus: My life feels pretty shitty at the moment and I don’t see how spilling my guts to someone who’s already familiar with my less than pretty personality could bring me any lower.

Remus isn’t quite sure what to do with this information, he’s spent his entire time going up against Janus and hating him. Now he doesn’t see what he knew as Janus, he sees a confused and self-depreciating person- and he feels bad. But he knows he SHOULDN’T, he shouldn’t feel bad because Janus is the bad guy, Janus is the villain in the story-

But he isn’t anymore. This is what the villain looks like AFTER the fairytale, after the hero beats them- confused, lonely, and... crying?

oH my god, Janus is crying, do something, help him, holy fuck, nOoooOOO-

Meanwhile, Logan comforts Roman. 

Logan: ...I should have done something. I KNEW that snake was bad news. Now he-

Roman: I’m quitting.

Logan: I- what?

Roman: I’m quitting- Janus still has his role in the play, I don’t want to spend another second looking at him. He can have his fame and his money, I don’t care about revenge, I just wanna go home.

Logan: But- Roman, no- You have so much talent! You could show him up, get famous, spread your story in the papers and never have to deal with anything like that again-

Roman: I’m sorry, Logan- I’m not mad at him. I couldn’t care less about what happens to him- I’m going home.

Logan: Back to Atlanta??

Roman: Yeah... *sniffle* Atlanta. Or maybe Marietta, or somewhere in that area. Northern Georgia, basically- I don’t know how I can go back to Atlanta right now, not with all the memories and stuff.

Logan: But... Roman... what about me?

Roman: Huh?

Logan: I-I mean, what about everyone else? Virgil, Patton, and Remus- you’re just going to leave all of us behind? (he laughs, almost hysterically) how- how am I gonna find anyone on the face of the earth who can fit your role?

Roman: Oh, come on Lo. I’m sure anybody can fit my role in the play, it’s a simple character and-

Logan: N-Not that, Roman- Your role in our lives? How am I- How am I going to find anyone I love like I love you?

Cue crying confession, adorableness, all that Jazz. Logince pining FINALLY comes to a close- And the rest of the fic would focus more on the Dukeceit aspect.

Remus, at some point, comes to the glaring realization that he ENJOYED bickering and fighting with Janus. He almost stops BREATHING when he finds that, in fact, he likes JANUS. 

Like, Like-likes janus. (No, the L-word isn’t available yet sorry lmao)

Janus figures out pretty quickly that he likes Remus but he just came out of an awful relationship in which HE was the manipulative one, and he really isn’t in the mood to focus on romance right now. Partly for fear that he’ll hurt Remus like he hurt Roman, and partly because nOT EVERYTHING HAS TO REVOLVE AROUND ROMANCE, HE STILL HAS BILLS TO PAY AND JOBS TO WORK, YOU HEATHENS-

Anyway, we have a couple of chapters dedicates to healing the tear in Roman and Janus’s platonic relationship. Janus works hard to try and show Roman he can be trusted as just a friend. (When I say works hard I mean WORKS HARD. I mean, remember what he did? It’s gonna take some work to sift through this.) Eventually, Roman and Logan (newly dating) have a little talk about Janus’s attempts.

Logan: I just- I get that he’s trying to heal it, but... I don’t know. I think I’m just being protective because you two dated once and I thought, if you fell for him once... you might again. And then, he might hurt you again, or even WORSE, he won’t hurt you at all and I’ll have lost you to him permanently.

Roman: ...guess what?

Logan: What?

Roman: When I look at him, I feel nothing!!! :D

Logan: ...nothing?

Roman: *grinning* Nothing at all! Now that I look at him, he’s not even cute!

Logan and Roman continue to burst into laughter.

One day, this happens:

Roman and Remus: *being lovable chaotic idiots*

Logan: *sighs* Why do we love them?

Janus: No clue.

Logan: *eyebrow raise*

Janus: waIT WAIT Okay look I didn’t mean Roman, okay, I- I meant Remus, and- Wait no I- UGH! *slams head on table*

Logan: *smirks* You like my brother. I knew it.

Janus: I’m so sorry I keep falling for people you know.

A couple chapters dedicated to having funny group bonding time, until this happens-

Janus: *acting on stage* If only someone were to look at me with the eyes that Jeremiah does with Her, I might finally be complete and live on to learn to love. My heart-

Remus: *from the audience* I will!

Janus: *pauses and turns to look out* What?

Remus *waving frantically* I’ll look at you with eyes! I’m not sure how else I would look at you, so I’ll do the eyes!

Janus: ...What?

Remus: *groans* JUST DATE ME ALREADY!

Janus: *taken aback* Uh. Okay.

Remus: Wait, seriously?

Janus: Darling, just shut up, I’m doing a scene here...

Remus: :D

And they all lived. Happily ever after? Who knows. But they lived, and that was enough for them.

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[ahoyhairington]

Steve Harrington as a dad: Headcanons

Warnings: dad!Steve, pregnancy, mentions of smut, childbirth, fluff, angst

Word Count: 3k

A/N: I’m back with more dad!Steve content! Hope you enjoy. Feel free to leave a comment or some feedback to let me know if you liked it! Reblogs/likes/comments are always appreciated.

As soon as you and Steve had enough money, you left Hawkins

You didn’t see anything there for you anymore and you wanted to escape the haunting memories of the events that took place there

You both moved somewhere more populated, like Indianapolis

You settle on a small, white house in a suburban neighborhood that has baby blue shutters and a decently sized backyard

It’s not much but it was perfect for the two of you

Plus, being as young as you were there weren’t many places willing to let you move in

You also didn’t want to ask Steve’s parents for money, because Steve refused to be tied to them in any way

You do everything yourself like moving furniture, painting walls, decorating the living room

It’s a bonding experience in and of itself and you both almost killed each other at least seven times because of how overworked and annoyed you both got

As soon as you get comfortable you immediately adopt a dog

It’s a puppy from a local shelter with two different colored eyes and it immediately falls in love with Steve

(It’s also lowkey gives Steve baby fever but we’ll get to that later)

The puppy is the cutest thing you’ve ever seen and literally becomes Steve’s best friend

They’re always playing together and if Steve is gone for too long they mope around the house like he’s abandoned them

They also love to sleep on Steve, even after they’ve quadrupled in size and are far too heavy to be laying on anyone’s lap

You always come home to both of them napping on the couch

Steve jokes around that one day the dog will crush him but he secretly loves it

Okay anyways back to baby fever

One day, you’re both outside enjoying your evening walk in the neighborhood with your then puppy when they see your neighbor’s kids playing in the yard

They freak out and take off running and the leash accidentally slips out of Steve’s grip

When Steve gets to them, they’ve tackled the poor toddler to the ground

Steve’s like “Oh shit oh my god I’m fucked my dog is attacking a kid” but really the toddler is laughing and squealing and she loves your pup’s kisses so much

Obviously, you both apologize to their mom that was outside watching them from the porch 

She plays it off and isn’t mad at all and says that they saw you guys walking the other day and her kid freaked out and wanted to play with them but she told them no so she’s glad they finally got to “meet”

When you approach her, you realize she’s holding another small baby, a baby boy, clearly only a few months old

Steve internally is losing his shit because he’s never really been around babies but has always thought they were the most precious things ever

After that, Steve uses your dog as bait to see your neighbor’s kids more

Eventually, you become close with them and Steve is always chatting it up with the toddler girl and bringing her home treats

He plays dress up with her all of the time and they call each other “Prince” and “Princess”

You jabbed at him once saying he’d gotten too soft and he successfully played it off but internally that’s when he realized he wanted a baby of his own

One that looked like the perfect combination of you and him

Steve always thought kids were for people that settled, but now his mind had changed

The kids’ mom loves you both and thinks of you as her own children, so she learned to trusts you very deeply

Which means you’re the one she goes to one day when she has to abruptly leave the house for the day

At first, you regret saying yes because you thought your days as a “babysitter” were over

But seeing Steve come through the door with a 4-year-old girl that adored him leeched onto his leg and a 7-month-old swaddled in his arms Does Things To You

Since the girl is better acquainted with Steve, you let him take her while you stayed on infant duty

You heard them in your spare bedroom

Steve using different voices to impersonate different characters of the game they’re playing

He got more dramatic each time he realized she laughed louder when he did

It made your heart swooooon

But so did Steve’s when he finally got the girl to lay down for a nap and he came to sit with you in the living room only to find you passed out as well with the snoozing baby boy on your chest

You looked so peaceful and natural and Steve couldn’t help but take note at how that’s what you would look like holding his baby one day 

The second their mom picks them up, Steve is already scheming up a plan to babysit them again

Okay now onto the actual pregnancy lmao

You’d been feeling sick for a few days now

It’s a nauseous feeling that never really goes away but you just thought you caught the virus that was going around at your work

It wasn’t until Steve made a poor “Are you sure you’re not pregnant?” joke one morning when you were throwing up into the toilet that it even crossed your mind

When you were finally able to get into the doctor’s office, they confirmed it for you

You were pregnant and you didn’t know whether to be overjoyed or terrified

You loved kids and, clearly, so did Steve but how would he feel about raising one of his own?

That night you came home and threw your stuff down, clearly exhausted from hearing such life-changing news

Steve heats you banging stuff around so he goes to see what’s wrong

When you see him you start crying and collapse into his arms and he’s just standing in the kitchen holding you up by your shoulders

He finally coaxes it out of you and gets you to tell him what was bothering you but you being pregnant was the last thing he expected to hear

In theory, he’s overjoyed but in reality, he’s scared

Not only because you’re clearly upset about having a baby and he thinks you don’t want it as much as him but also because he never thought this would be a situation he’d be in

He holds you close for the rest of the night, kissing your forehead and reassuring you that everything will work out and that having a baby isn’t necessarily such a bad thing

You eventually warm up to the idea of having a mini-Steve or a mini-you running around the house and Steve is so relieved and then only gets more enthusiastic about it

He’s literally the perfect partner to have when you’re pregnant

He’s always pampering you and making sure you’re as comfortable as you can be

When he joins you on the couch, he doesn’t even ask he’ll just grab your feet and swing them into his lap and start massaging them and talk to you like it’s nothing

Watches whatever shitty movie you want without putting up a fight

Doesn’t say anything when you get emotional at dumb stuff because of your hormones

(You cried when the dog died in a movie and even though Steve wanted to laugh at you, he just laid there massaging your back until you calmed down)

I also think Steve would grow a lil tummy of his own during your pregnancy

Your cravings are weird and you eat a lot so naturally, Steve joins in which means he gets a little softer in the middle

Steve hates it but it’s really cute and fun to lay on at night

Speaking of bellies, Steve is obsessed with yours

When you start showing, it’s impossible for Steve to keep his hands off of you 

He’s always got to have a hand on your stomach

Whether it’s you laying in between his legs on the couch with his arms around your bump or just having his thumb brush over it under the table when you’re at dinner with friends

It’s just a little reminder for himself that his lil bub is in there

(I also think he looooves fucking you when you’re pregnant but I don’t have time to talk about that rn)

He could sit and feel the baby kick for HOURS

He thinks it’s the most entertaining thing in the world to draw shapes on your belly and wait for the baby to react by kicking

You have to tell him to knock it off constantly because it makes the baby push on your bladder and then you have to pee three times more than you already do

He likes to use pillow-talk at night to talk about what you think your baby will be like

He’s always wondering what kind of kid they will be and what kind of music they’re gonna like and whether or not they’ll inherit his untamable hair

(They definitely do c’mon now let’s not kid ourselves)

I think he gets really anxious for a while over if he’ll be able to handle being a dad

His own father wasn’t the best example and he swears up and down that he won’t be like him but there’s always the “what if” in the back of his mind

The last thing he wants is for his child to despise their parents the way he does his own 

I don’t think he’d bring it up until you coax it out of him, though

You find him out of bed one night standing in the nursery you had both just put together that afternoon and he’s just staring at the crib with a solemn look on his face

You rub his back and finally get him to talk and he just starts crying because he’s kept it bottled up for so long

Steve’s parents were always a touchy subject with him so you know that his emotions and fear are high for a reason

You bring him back to bed and big spoon him for the only time throughout your entire pregnancy

You don’t really mold well together because of your bump but Steve likes it better that way anyway

The rest of the night is spent with you running your fingers through his hair, pressing small kisses to his bare shoulders, and quietly reassuring him that everything will be fine

And it is

Ok let’s move on to when the baby is actually born

Steve goes into panic panic mode when your water breaks

He’s running around in all directions trying to make sure you guys remembered to pack everything and he kinda just forgets that you’re sitting there on the couch covered in amniotic fluid waiting for him to help you get up

You’re like “Steve the baby isn’t coming for like at least 12 hours will you please just help me put my shoes on it’s not that serious”

He holds your hand the entire time at the hospital when you’re pushing even though he thinks you might have broken his pinky

He tries to convince you to let him look at the baby as it’s coming out and you finally agree but when he takes one look at your baby’s head poking through he’s like “yeah no that was definitely a bad idea” 

When he actually sees the baby for the first time as he cuts the umbilical cord he criiiiies 

Like a whole lot

He loved them so much when they were in your belly but now they’re alive and kicking and screaming and not just something for Steve to fantasize about

I see Steve as being a girl dad, so let’s say it ends up being a girl

For some reason, I feel like he’d want to name her something kinda weird but still cute

Something like Violet or Brogan or Aria or Phoebe or Rey

She’d look just like Steve with crazy brown hair and brown eyes

He’s obsessed with her and refuses to put her down

He has absolutely no problem taking baby duty on at night because that just means more quality time with his baby girl

Every time she cries it breaks his heart even though he knows she’s just hungry or needs a diaper change

He learns that he sleeps better with her laying on his chest

And so does she

She loves her daddy and it’s the cutest! thing! ever!

(Just the sight of Steve napping with her squishy cheeks scrunched up on his chest is enough to make you want to have another baby real mf quick)

Steve is always taking pictures of her

Which means you’re always in them too

They’re always candids that you think are going to look stupid and you hate when he does it but later on down the line when your kids are all grown up they love seeing how badass and attractive their parents were and you forgive him for all of the times you yelled at him about it

There’re ones of you passed out while breastfeeding (a common occurrence Steve finds absolutely adorable), ones of you looking sleep-deprived as hell while you’re rocking her, ones of you covered in vomit while holding her at arm's length

You get him back by taking like 1,000 pics of her yanking on his precious hair and random ones of the two of them passed out on the couch sleeping in the same exact position as each other with their arm up over their head

(When she’s older and her friends see the pics they develop the fattest crush on him)

((But bold of me to assume he wouldn’t already be the biggest dilf))

The kids are sooo excited to meet her and she ends up loving them as well

The first person Steve called when the baby was born was Dustin and after that, they immediately made plans to have Robin drive them to come visit you as soon as possible

They’re absolutely smitten over her and they keep telling you guys over and over how proud they are of you

(It makes Steve cry but only later that night after they leave)

You joke with them about how you babysat them and kept them out of trouble for so long so now it’s their turn to do the babysitting

Which they never mind because your baby is just too damn cute!

Robin still teases him about, “What’s she gonna think when she finds out her dad is a big ol DOOFUS?!” but Steve doesn’t take it personally anymore and finds it endearing

I see Steve as being his baby’s best friend

He’s always trying to get her to smile and play with her and he’s the exact opposite of most dads that sit around and expect the moms to do all of the work

He’s super involved with her and always wants to make sure she’s having a good time

He takes her to the park with your dog to walk a lot

And every single person that passes by you three gushes over her and congratulates you on making such a beautiful baby and having a perfect family

It makes Steve feel so good to be validated for stuff like that because he knows it’s true

Speaking of the dog

The dog LOVES HER

They’re super protective of her and bark at anyone that gets too close to her until Steve calms them down

Your daughter loves to nap on the dog’s belly and have them give her kisses

You also have a lot of pictures of them growing older together

When she takes her first steps, it’s when Steve is home alone with her

He’s sitting on the couch watching tv while she plays in the floor with her toys like she always does 

Steve wasn’t really paying attention until he realized he stopped hearing the rattle of her favorite shaker

When he looks down he sees her propped up on the coffee table and starting to take off from it

He realizes she’s about to start walking and loses his shit

He cheers her on and calls for her to come to daddy and she manages to take three or four steps before falling into his arms

Steve immediately picks her up and throws her into the air and covers her in kisses and tells her how proud he is of her and he can’t wait for mama to get home so she can see what she did

Her first word is also ‘papa’ and it makes Steve cry too

She’s such a daddy’s girl and you’re so relieved because of how worried Steve was over whether or not he’d be a good dad

She’s always bubbly and happy and Steve always looks forward to coming home from work, because even if he has the shittiest day possible he knows seeing her smiling face light up as soon as he walks in the door makes the whole day worth it

He’s always getting sentimental over everything she does because he wants to give her the world and he’s so proud of the little human he helped create and raise

Before she’s even a year old Steve is already talking about having another

You laugh in his face like “yeah right” but then you realize he’s serious

You tell him that you want to wait until she’s at least 2 so you can give her the right amount of attention while she still needs it

Literally the night of her second birthday party after all of the guests leave and the decorations have been taken down and your daughter is in bed in a sugar coma, Steve does his best seductive walk to your bed to try to rile you up

“You said wait until she’s two,” he said while breathing down your neck, peppering kisses along the sensitive skin, “She’s two now. So, are you ready to try again?”

[har-rison-s]

lasagna evening

request: Could you write some domestic fluff with adult stan uris

A/N: (2020 edit: this was my first ever stanley writing :>) Man oh man do i love this concept. ajsndfjsdf i love, i just love. I apologise for the title lmao i dont have any other ideas alsdfsdjn. This is so fluffy and cliché that you're going to die :D Btw, gifs of Andy Bean are very hard to find and I'm mad about it. Hope this is what you were looking for. Happy reading!

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“Honey, I'm home!” Stan says in a louder voice so his loved one could hear him. For she's known to often leave music playing loudly through their apartment and go into another room to do something. He hears the smooth voice of Billie Holiday singing about autumn in New York and he smiles to himself, kicking off his shoes. The music is loud enough for her not to hear him at all. 

He walks into the kitchen, both hands holding a grocery bag tightly until he puts them both on the center counter. Her music is playing right in front of him, just a few feet between him and the sound system. 

“Baby!” He calls again. Stan leaves the bags be and they crinkle a bit, the products falling on top of one another. He walks over to the sound system and turns the song's volume down. And he hears her humming. It's coming from her study.

Stan jogs a little down the hallway to get to her and reaches the door frame of her study. He peaks his head in. “Babylove,” he says and smiles immediately upon seeing his girl sitting on her carpet, her back turned to him, still humming and obviously hunched over something. 

She whips her head around and smiles wide. There's a wicked glimmer in her eyes. “Honey!” She squeals and hurriedly gets up from her position, almost falling over her own legs, and tip-toes over to her one and only. 

He leans in to steal a kiss from her soft angel lips and she still has to stand on her tip-toes for him to succeed. She embraces him then, her arms around his neck, and smiles wide. Stan recieves a loving kiss on the cheek and smiles, too. His eyes are full of love for the woman in front of him. 

“What are you doing in here?” He asks, his hand going in slow circles over her back. 

“Before you turned my music down,” she says, pouting and pointing her index finger into the middle of his chest, “I was listening to Billie and making another small sculpture.” She smiles, proud of herself.

“You're getting inspired again?” Stan raises his eyebrows in happy surprise and his love nods, biting her bottom lip. “So, who's the muse?”

“You, silly.” She says and they both laugh. She notices Stan already glancing behind her shoulder to see what she's making. To not spoil the surprise, she brings his eyes back to her, holding his chin softly. “It's not finished yet. When it will be, you'll be the first to see. And you know that.”

“Of course. You know I'm impatient about seeing your art.” He tells her and tickles her sides a little, making her giggle in the most beautiful way. 

“So,” she claps her hands, “what are we making tonight?”

“Hmm, let's see...” Stan pretends to think, “seeing as I bought the ingredients for lasagna, I guess we're making... lasagna?” He squints, teasing his girl. She laughs and kisses him on the cheek again. And then all over his face, which makes Stanley laugh instead. 

When he's about to plead for breath, she stops and grabs his hand, closing her study door with the other. She drags them both back down the hallway and lets go of Stan's hand to turn the volume higher. Stan gives her a mock-annoyed look, but they both laugh.

One of the billion, trillion things he loves so much about his girl is her energy and youthfulness. They're only two years apart, but Stanley has always felt older than he actually is. And he wanted to enjoy his youth when it was happening, but a lot of things kept him from it. 

Her youthfulness and eagerness and sort-of hyperactivity brings joy in his life. Makes him happy about still being here, having a life. She's brighter than the sun to him in many ways. 

“Do you have the recipe?” Stan asks her as they're unpacking the groceries.

“Uh-huh, I printed it out. It should be next to the sink.” She replies, pulling tomato after tomato out of the bag.

“Terrible place for a paper to be, if you ask me.” He tells her, but she only laughs. Stan walks over to the sink and sure enough, there is a page with a recipe printed on it. And it's not wet. He quickly goes over the ingredients and steps. “So how was work today?”

She works as a museum manager/administrator in a pottery museum in town. Taking that she's an artist herself, she needs to be in an artistic place and area at all times. An administrator might not seem like the job to you, but to her it's the perfect one that pays the bills and takes her on holidays with her loved one. Many artists to meet, artworks to see and inspiration to suck in.

“Quite amazing. You know I met that one artist I've always wanted to host at my museum—”

“Emily Lacey?” Stan finishes instead of her. She nods.

“Yup. And she's even more lovely than I thought she'd be. She's got great sense of humor, a great sense of style, of course, and turns out we have a lot in common.” She tells him. Stan smiles, watching her rush around the kitchen and talk. “She likes to read books, go to the cinema, travelling, hiking.”

“Wow, you two are basically twins.” He states.

“I know, right?” She looks at him with wide eyes, clearly excited. Stanley chuckles. “How was your day?” She asks him. 

“It was good.” He says. “Better now that I'm home.” Stan states and they share a look of love and knowing. “The book is coming along well, there's not much left. And I had to teach a new class today! All the kids were sweethearts.”

“How old were they?” She asks and, while doing so, gives Stan a piece of dough to flatten out. They both start working on a piece.

“Uh, they're... I think second or third grade, so eight to nine.” Stan says in between grunts of pushing the wooden roll on the dough. “Why such a question?”

She shrugs. “Just wondering. Thought they'd put you in a college now.” She admits, and huffs.

“Huh.” He turns to her, puts the roll down and crosses his arms over his chest. “Don't you think I'm good enough for primary school?”

She laughs and huffs again. “No, I think you're more than good enough for primary school, and better than perfect for teaching college kids ornithology.” She tells him, honestly.

“Listen, it's nothing wrong with me.” Stan insists, pointing at his chest and raising his eyebrows. “Ornithology is not the most desired class in college, even for biology majors. So they have one professor in each college that isn't exactly an ornithologyst, but knows enough and can memorise texts from books. And they put that guy to teach ornithology if it's at all necessary.” He explains in detail.

“But that is so unfair! I bet you're not the only ornithologyst without a chance to teach in college, and they put some knock-offs in your place.” She justifies.

“You have a fair point.” Stanley agrees. She smiles wide. 

“I know. You gotta fight for your rights, hon.” She tells him. “We both know that your passion is ornithology and that you're an actual ornithologyst. They should let, whoever's in charge of it, the people who really know what they're talking about teach ornithology. It makes a huge difference for the kids.”

“Listen, if your artist carrier ever flakes, you should become an education politican.” Stan says upon restarting to flatten the dough. His love laughs out loud, holding her tummy. Stanley only smiles wide to himself.

“Can you even imagine me dressed in formal clothes everyday, having that politician-lady haircut, wearing glasses and talking in a very serious voice about the issues of today?” She asks him, mimicking the way politicians speak in the last part. She even makes a funny face. “I could never. I mean, yeah, they pay you like, crazy money, but I'd never do that.” She shakes her head, still quietly laughing to herself. Stanley keeps smiling.

Merely two hours later, the couple have finished their lasagna. They had put on their food-making playlist, which is basically a playlist full of songs that they know all the lyrics to and sing together to at the top of their lungs. Includes ABBA, Queen, David Bowie, Journey, Elton John and many, many others. 

They're happily setting the coffee table in the living room, and they're almost finished. Stan is already turning on the TV, wrapped in a blanket and waiting for his one and only to join him. 

She's still getting them forks and spoons, and when she has, she turns off all the lights in the apartment. Except for the little light in the kitchen above the stove, that one always stays on.

She tip-toes—a habit of hers that is not entirely healthy for her feet—into the living room and puts the instruments down on the table. She collapses into Stan's open, waiting arms with a happy sigh. He wraps the blanket around her and keeps his arm around her, too. 

Her fingers push between his and they lock together. As if their hands were crafted just to be interlocked with the other's, no one else's. They feel like they're made for each other. 

Stanley presses a kiss into her hair. “What are we watching tonight?” He asks, his cheek now pressed where his lips just were.

“Hmm,” she thinks and watches Stan browsing through movies and tv-shows on the screen, “something funny. Don't you think?”

“Yeah, we always watch dramas.” He agrees. “I'm kinda sick of you making me cry every other evening.” Stan admits then, and they both laugh. Stan yawns.

“Do you have a favorite?” She questions, looking up at him. He looks down at her and almost gets hypnotised. Looking at her makes him go a bit weak, every and anytime. The years spent together either don't do anything to help it or even give more to the effect.

“I don't watch that many comedies, not my favorite genre.” He tells her as his hand caresses the side of her face. She closes her eyes to that. “You can choose. Show me your favorite!” He suggests and she smiles. “Just not anything dumb, okay? I know you like those a lot, but, please, spare me.”

She looks at him and rolls her eyes playfully. “Alright, alright.” She agrees and turns to lay on her stomach, over Stan's lap and takes the remote from his hand. “I'll spare your soul from the doom of dumb comedy movies, my prince.” She teases and Stan smiles. “Aha!” She exclaims upon finally finding the movie she was looking for. 

She pushes the 'play' button and reaches for their two plates of lasagna while the intro plays. She straightens her back, sitting normally just like Stan and giving him his lasagna piece.

“Hear ye, hear ye. Feast your eyes and ears with the wonder that is Bruce Almighty!” She theatrically introduces the movie. She likes Shakespeare and Old English, despite that she may not be the best at using it right. Stan smiles at her. 

They lean in to steal a few kisses from each other before indulging in their home-made (hopefully, well-made) lasagna and the world of Jim Carrey's comedy. 

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A/N: Tell me why everytime I look at a picture of Stanley Uris, I immediately want to cry. Oh my God. heurehuherufshfsdh. 

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #286

“has he lost his mind? can he see or is he blind? can he walk at all, or if he moves, will he fall?”

Do you prefer having carpets or hardwood floors? Hardwood floors. Easier to clean and just looks better imo. When was the last time you took a bath? Is this something you do often or do you prefer taking showers? Not since I was a kid, probably. I don't like baths; it feels dirty. What’s your favorite way to style your hair? Do you do this hairstyle often or is it too much hassle for you? "I can’t style it any way." <<<< Mine is too short, too. Do you have a real or artificial tree at Christmas? We always use artificial. The mess isn't worth it. What’s your favourite snack to make when you watch a movie? Popcorn, of course. Do you prefer the Beatles or the Rolling Stones? The Rolling Stones. The only Beatles' song off the top of my head that I enjoy is "Hey, Jude," while there's a handful of Stones' songs I like. When was the last time you played a game of Monopoly? Did you play until the end or did everyone get fed up and start arguing? I'm pretty sure the last time was the PlayStation version at Jason's house. I don't recall if we finished it or not. Have you ever won money on a scratch card or the lottery? How much did you win and what did you spend it on? Maybe like, $10 or so? Mom or Dad would buy one for the hell of it rarely, and they always let us kids scratch it off because we thought it was fun for whatever reason. Have you been on a plane before? Where was the last place you travelled to? Yeah, multiple times. I went to Illinois last to stay with Sara for a couple weeks. Would you rather do a wordsearch or a crossword? Wordsearch. What’s your favorite colour of skittles? Red, duh. I always save those for last. Do you have a favorite TV detective (eg. Sherlock, Poirot)? What is it that you like about them? Does Dean Winchester count? I loved him when I was into Supernatural. He was so charismatic, funny, a wonderful big brother, and don't forget hot as fuck lmao. Were you ever in any positions of responsibility when you were in school? No. Do you need to wear glasses or contacts? How long have you needed to wear those for? I'd had glasses since high school. I'm blind as a mf. Do you talk in your sleep? Yes. Ocean or pool? Pool. Cleaner and less risk. I'll swim in either, though. What's your favorite song at the moment? "DEGRADE" by "3TEETH." I've been hooked on them lately. Ever met anyone famous? No. Do you feel that you've had a truly successful life? *blinks* Have you been in love? Absolutely. Where do you wish you were? Sara's would be great. Last thing you spent lots of money on? My Markiplier tattoo. Favorite restaurant? Olive Garden. What is your favorite kind of car? I really dunno. I don't know almost any car by name. I like slick-looking ones, though. AKA expensive ones lmao. What would you honestly do if you had a million dollars? Pay off a lot of things, first of all. For both myself and Mom. I know too well I'd spend a good deal on tats, but I'm quite sure I'd be disciplined enough to know what's more important. Are you more of a shy or outgoing person? I am VERY shy. Would you rather listen to new music or the classics? I tend to listen to music I already know. I go hunting for new bands and songs too rarely... Can you do a cartwheel? lol hell no Do you currently feel any sadness? I always do. Do you always respond to chain letters? I literally never do. I don't care what it's about. They're annoying. Do you spend too much time online? My life is online. It's depressing, and very. I usually don't know what to do with myself if I don't have access to it. What is your biggest annoyance? Right now, people not complying to COVID restrictions to help end this madness. Are you currently in a relationship? No. What do you like to do for fun? Watch YouTube, play WoW, write, read, take pictures... Not a lot. I've been stuck with anhedonia for years; not a lot of things give me any sort of pleasure, even the aforementioned things sometimes. Can you type without looking at the keyboard? Yeah. Do you ever feel like people use you? I've sure as shit felt it before. What role does religion play in your life? None. It's honestly a place of bitterness. Can you sleep with your eyes open? Noooooooo, that shit creeps me out. How often (if ever) do you use moisturiser? Pretty much never... but I need to considering my skin is dry as the Sahara. Have you had any of your wisdom teeth removed? What was the reason? (eg. infection, impaction, lack of space). No. What was the reason for your last hospital visit? I visited Mom after her surgery. Do you use a laptop, desktop, tablet or phone to take your surveys? Laptop. Do you have any debt? If so, are you on top of paying it all back? College debt, for sure. I dropped out three different times. No, I'm nowhere near on top of it. How often do you travel by public transport? Never. Do you have an Instagram account? If so, how often do you post on there and what kind of things do you post? I have three, haha. I don't post on any regularly enough... but I use my first one most. My "main" one is my primary photography one, and I have a second photography account for my darker/roadkill/"vulture culture" work. Lastly I made one for my pets... yes, I decided to be one of those people lmao. Are you close to your extended family? Do you wish you were closer? Definitely not, but we want to try to get closer. In Grammy's last days, she shared that she wished we were more "together" so much. Do you prefer to give your pets human names or not? Definitely not human names, at least usually. Have you ever used a fire extinguisher? Would you know how to use one without reading the instructions? No; I doubt it. What’s the worst thing you’ve ever had to deal with at your job? When I worked, impatient customers. What was the last thing you used your mobile phone for? Listening to music. While my laptop is kaput, I'm using an old one, but it's super slow so I'm just using my phone for music and videos. Did you used to play The Sims? What version or expansion pack was your favorite one to play? I loved the animals one; I went through a period of playing that a loooot. There was also an African wildlife one that I had, but that one was pretty boring, honestly. I never got into the human ones. What quality do you value most highly in others? Probably compassion. Who has made the biggest sacrifice for you? Mom. What was your best find from a flea market, garage sale, ebay or thrift? I got an AWESOME shipwreck w/ a sea serpent nightlight from the flea market once. What is one selfish thing you tend to do? Uhhhh I'm unsure. I try not to be selfish. Have you ever written a letter to a soldier? No, but man does this make me think of "Travelin' Soldier." I love that song so much, man. Always have. What do you use batteries for the most often? Ha, it used to be my mouse, but now that I have one that plugs up to the computer to charge, idk. What’s the smallest thing you’ve ended a relationship over? "I don’t think I’ve ended any kind of relationship over something small." <<<< Would you rather order a starter (appetiser) or a dessert? Or would you be able to manage a full three courses? It really depends on what I want and how hungry I am. If I had the first two though, I almost certainly couldn't handle a dessert. Have you or a member of your family been diagnosed with COVID yet? My older sister had it very badly to the point she wound up in the ER. It's no fucking joke. Aside from the necessities (eating, breathing etc.) what is something you do every single day, without fail? I was going to say “get on the computer” or something of the sort, but what if I don’t have access to technology that day for whatever reason? In that case, I’d think of Jason to some point. There isn’t a day that passes when he’s not lurking in my head somewhere. Is there anything you enjoy that’s considered childish for your age? What is it? Roleplaying. Some shows. I’m sure there’s plenty others. How many times a day do you use the bathroom? A LOT. If I’m drinking something, a lot of the time, I almost immediately have to go pee after a single sip. Do you need caffeine to wake up in the morning? What’s your drink of choice? I wouldn’t say I NEED it, no. I do regularly have my Mountain Dew in the morning in place of coffee tho lmao. That’s out of habit, though. Do you live somewhere with lots of livestock or wild animals? Livestock, absolutely. Wild animals, sure, so long you’re not right in a city. Well, even then, roadkill isn’t rare. Would you rather live somewhere rural or urban? RURAL. Mom and I are both having trouble adjusting to living in the suburbs. The only good thing is we’re closer to everything. Is there anything (a hobby, for example) that’s guaranteed to always make you feel better when you’ve had a bad day? Not absolutely without fail. If you’re struggling with your mental health, who are you most likely to open up to, or would you bottle it up instead? I VERY rarely bottle it up. That is so unhealthy. I confide in my mom, usually. What room of your house do you spend the most time in? Is this through choice or necessity? Ugh, my bedroom… but yeah, it’s choice. I COULD be in the kitchen or living room on the laptop, I just don’t want to for privacy’s sake. I’m waiting for the extra bedroom to be cleaned out to turn that into like my “dayroom” or “office.” I’m putting a desk in there, lots of motivational stuff, just things to inspire me to work. I NEED away from my bed. I only want to use it to sleep. If you have pets, do you snuggle with them when you’re having a bad time? Does it make you feel better? Well, it’s hard to “snuggle” with a snake, but I’ll still take her out sometimes and she gets comfortable against me for warmth. I do however definitely snuggle with my cat Roman, because he’s a total cuddlebug and super affectionate with me. How would you rate Stephen King as a writer? Shockingly, I haven’t read a novel by him. However, knowing stories he’s written and his genre, I think I’d absolutely love him. What movie are you looking forward to? Oh goodness, I have no idea. I’m totally out of touch with movies. Have you been to see an opera? No, they don’t appeal to me. What do you wish that you knew with more certainty? My career success. Of the following things, which would you most like to have more of? Drink, dreams, bed, drugs, lust, lies, hate, love, fear, fun, pain, flesh, stars, smiles, fame, sex: Love, of course. Would you ever consider working for the government? Absolutely not. What are the best and worst television channels? I don’t need to even watch television to tell you Discovery is best. Idk about worst. If you had a magical pencil and everything you drew became real what would you draw? Hm… if I drew like, Earth overlayed with a peace symbol, would that cause world peace? What would you like to touch? A wild (well, habituated) meerkat. Meerkats are just… so important in my life. Without them, I wouldn’t have met people who’ve greatly affected and even changed my life. I know the day I (hopefully) hold or pet one will be one where I cry. Does anything you own glow in the dark? I don’t know. Would you rather ride a dragon or a unicorn? Who the hell would answer “unicorn” to this???? Dragons are so so so superior. Can you make a balloon animal? No. How many glasses of water do you drink each day? Rarely more than two, if even that. What do you like in a poem, accessibility, crypticness, or something in between? I guess of these options, leaving some cryptic space, room for the reader to imagine. What I cherish most in poetry though is descriptiveness, but not to an excessive point where it’s just hard to understand. Who do you find yourself in constant conflict with? Why the conflict? MYSELF. I’m just so mad at and disappointed with myself. What subjects do you refuse to talk about? Why are you hiding from them? I mean, none, really. With some people I’m willing to talk about whatever topic. Greatest black and white film: Idk, I can’t recall enough. Greatest film three hours or longer: Troy. I adore that movie. I should watch it again…

[olivcrfm]

hello! this is my stupid naive child with a heart of gold oliver !  i’m very excited to about him, so pls give me all of your affection & plots 🥺  i wrote like a whole novel under the cut because i had this man for like a year now, so please bare with me

chicago’s very own oliver park-davies has been spotted on madison avenue driving a maroon jeep wrangler , welcome ! your resemblance to charles melton is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty fourth birthday bash . your chance of surviving new york is uncertain because you’re withdrawn, but being empathetic might help you . i think being a cancer explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be lazy mornings in bed, getting the job done at the last minute, & a soft voice  . ( i stole the test answers for my college finals to impress my parents ) & ( cis male & he/him) + ( hailey , 19 , she/her, cst)

— “ basics ! ’ 〉

full name. oliver park-davies.

nicknames. oli, ollie, park, davies obviously lmao.

age. twenty-four.

date of birth. june 26.

occupation. singer/songwriter.

sexual orientation. bisexual.

birthplace. new york.

zodiac. cancer.

spoken languages. fluent in too many languages thank you.

— “ backstory! ’ 〉

oliver park-davies was born in chicago to two extremely loving parents, and his seven other siblings of which he was the oldest, they were this gigantic loving family, and everybody wanted to be like them

okay well when i say loving i mean that’s how they appeared on the outside, his family was very broken, his parents constantly on the edge of divorce, him and his siblings didn’t get along at all, and in the park-davies house there was always something to argue about

the park-davies were billionaires, this was due to their extremely successful business endeavors, and knew when and where to invest their money they had enough money to buy whatever they wanted whenever they wanted, they never looked at the price tag, to quote ariana grande, “they want it, they got it.” their business headquarters is in texas! and oliver’s parents constantly just left him n his siblings in chicago while they went to texas

but he spent his summers their and it’s basically home away from home

his parents often tried to basically bribe their kids to love them because they were honestly the worst, they often emotionally abused their children, and neglected them, and the only time that their parents did want anything to do with them is when they needed to make a public appearance

was very much the rich kid that raised by nannies and butlers rather than his actual parents, and in a weird way he sorta became this surrogate parent for his siblings, he was the one they looked up to and came to for advice that sorta thing

oliver,,,just needed something anything to take his mind of it, so immediately he threw himself into studying and books, and to quote matilda, “the books gave him a comforting message...you are not alone.”

his parents ended up figuring out that their son was smart, like hella smart, by 10 he’d mastered latin, and by 11 he was already reading at college level

bUT despite being able to graduate college by 12 at the rate he was going he wanted as normal of a childhood as possible, and so he continued with his regular grade level, and tried his best to be ‘normal’

honestly his love of books got to the point that his room essentially turned into a small library of it’s own, it got to the point where his parents reluctantly gave him his own room to house all of his books

books weren’t the only thing that oliver found his passion for, when he enrolled in his school’s choir, he realized his love for singing

he wanted to share his music with people without having the recognition, so he uploaded a lot of his music to soundcloud under an alias ( vc: conan gray / cavetown i can’t decide yet lmao rip )

he gained a massive following, that not even he expected, which would seem like a great thing if he wasn’t expected by his parents to take on the family business

one day his parents sat him down and he saw it a good a time as ever to tell his parents about the success he hoped to gain from singing, his parents cut him off immediately and told him that his father was suffering from cancer

due to his revelation his parents ostracized him more than they did before, and slowly but surely he began to be iced out, no longer showing up in appearances, and just avoiding any press altogether

as his father got increasingly more sick, oliver began to realize the mistake that he made, and on his death bed oliver promised his father that he would do as both of his parents wished and take over the family business

oliver had the scores to get to any school that he wanted and decided on business school at columbia, where his father was an alumni, the agreement that he had with his mother was that once he graduated he’d begin shadowing his mother to learn to run the company

the school and the city itself was immediately overwhelming to my boy who came from not so humble beginnings in his small town, and he was unsure of where he belonged in this huge school

until!!!!! he found friends!!!! and they made him feel accepted!!! and it was great!!!!

once his friends heard his voice and of his dreams they encouraged him to join the university’s men’s choir, and was prompted by the director to join the university’s theatre department, where he appeared in a overwhelming majority of the school’s plays and musicals

he was discovered one night at this open mic thing he went to and it was great! he was signed to a record deal with a label! and my bby’s dreams were finally coming true!!!

lmao but the one condition that he did have for his label was that he had to graduate school first, and it was accepted

he graduated early! because of course he did only because he stole the test answers because his grades were sorta declining and finals were coming up sooo

his mom was expecting him to come back to texas and maintain the family business, but he pulled a whole uno reverse card, and ended up disappearing from whatever world it is that him mom lived in

he became pretty successful in the music industry, coming from this cool indie artist that only about a few hundred people knew about to this seemingly overnight sensation

my bb is still v e r y unused to the attention, mostly because his parents never gave it to him and he was like, adoration???? attention??? care??? what’s that

has recently started a band! consisting of people he met a columbia, so him, a guy friend, and olivia dkfsjdkj guy friend remains unnamed because it’s a wc

— “ personality / headcanons ! ’ 〉

is a huge dork that just loves to make people smile and when he sees people genuinely happy his heart melts a little bit inside

is very much the shoulder to cry on for people, and even if he doesn’t know you he’ll sit and listen to your whole life story and just try to cheer you up because that’s just in his nature?

has started his acting career! first it was just cute small little cameos in movies and tv shows, but now it’s turned into him getting his own show!!! he couldn’t be more excited tbh

remember how i said that he’d sit and listen to a stranger cry? if he shows even the slightest bit of emotion that isn’t happiness he starts malfunctioning and just trying to make the people around him happy

he’s honestly probably said, “alright i have to go back to being funny again.” to himself so many times before??? he’s so broken on the inside but has just put up so many barriers

despite the many walls he has to protect himself from other people, he’s just the nicest purest soul, he treats everyone like his family, and just has the insatiable need to be liked dkkfkdkd, pls be fragile with my boy thanks

ollie is left-handed

loves singing show tunes and has gone to too many shows on broadway????

has a special room for playbills because he likes getting them signed and they’re very important to him

hates talking about his family and will probably cry if you make him bring them up lmao

he’s such a himbo ... just kind , beefy , and stupid

he often just dumbs himself down, not because he thinks he’s better than other or something weird like that, buuuut he feels like people will judge him and make fun of him like others did when he was younger

— “ wanted plots ! ’ 〉

some potential wc i’m terrible at thinking of these so please don’t feel limited by this list!

best friends!!!!

roommates!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! think this, this, this, this

guys he can hang out with sdksdflfkj idk a close knit group i’m thinking of ross, chandler, and joey or smth he’d be joey obvi

romantic plots can fuck me up any day of the week

i’m a slut for a good exes plot

unrequited crush, it can be that he has feelings for someone way out of his league, or someone has a crush on him and he’s just oblivious 

someone who broke his heart n inspired his music

band members!!!! would’ve had to attended columbia 

someone who he’s a good influence on

bad influence, he’s too good corrupt him do it cowards

former / current hookups 

ex friends 

straight up enemies

smth like one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen

[purplesurveys]

1051

Are you between the ages of 30 & 40? I still have to get through nearly another decade to get to that decade.

What was your favorite Saturday morning cartoon growing up? My favorites were The Wild Thornberrys and Little Bill, both on Nickelodeon. My sister and I also enjoyed this wacky show called The Upside Down Show but it wasn’t a cartoon.

What was your favorite toy as a child? I liked any toy that had a lot of buttons or features within it - dollhouses, kitchen sets, cash registers, toy phones, anything that could make me test how much it could do.

In High School did you wear acid washed jeans? No. It’s not a style I would be drawn to, then and now.

How much was a gallon of gasoline when you first started driving? I don’t know; I never paid much attention to gas prices, honestly.

What was your first car? It’s a 2014 (or 2015?) Mitsubishi Mirage I’m still using today, though it was my dad who paid for it and he’s the one who takes it out for oil changes and stuff.

Who taught you how to drive? My dad taught me a few times around the neighborhood, but he also enrolled me for like three classes in a driving school so that I got to learn how to drive in a highway.

What was your high school mascot? Both of my schools didn’t have any. My university does have a nickname for our varsity teams, but we’re simply just ‘Maroons’ and not an animal like what I usually see.

Did you go to your Senior Prom? We had a junior prom, nothing for senior year. I was invited to go to the senior ball in another school by Mike, though. That feels like ages ago; everything is so different now.

What did you do after graduation? After my high school graduation I went straight to college like most kids here. After graduating college, I immediately started looking for jobs; I landed an internship after a month and got absorbed into the company two months after.

What was your first job? I’m currently working as an associate at a public relations agency. This is my first job and for now, I’m content in staying in this career. This is where I set out to be when I was in college and I don’t feel the need to change paths any time soon.

What did you want to be when you grew up? I wanted to be an astronaut more than anything else, but I remember also wanting to be a firefighter or a vet.

Any posters on your bedroom walls growing up? I had a handful of wrestling posters that my mom was never a fan of. It was never her business since it’s my room, but she always made it the case.

Do you remember the first time you drank a beer? It may have been at Marielle’s debut, five Julys ago. She served beer at the afterparty of her 18th birthday party, and I think I had taken my first sip then.

Did you ever try cigarettes? Yeah, I started this year actually. I’m about to reach my first anniversary of trying my first cigarette :/ I don’t have a lot of them though and I haven’t smoked since like February or March, I think.

How did you spend your summers growing up? At home. My parents were always busy with work, so I had no choice but to myself occupied at home. Luckily I had siblings and cousins, so we were always playing with each other. My summers were never productive until I was in college, when I started making the effort to go out more.

If you could change anything from your teenage years, would you? Ahh idk man I wish I wouldn’t have spent as much time by the computer as I did, and maybe hang out with friends or something instead. < Yeah this hits the bullseye pretty much. I was a very introverted teenager. Not to mention the internet and social media started to blow up during my tween/early teenage years, so I was hooked to my laptop and kept people away as a result. I didn’t start feeling like a teenager until I was 16, when I gained friends and got invited to more stuff.

Do you remember your first time? Yeah, it was during one of my 18th birthday celebrations and she was around.

Ever look back and wish some things were still the same? I do it a lot these days. I do try to stop, because I don’t know what I can gain out of doing so anymore, and because there’s always the danger of being left behind from looking back too much; but most days I can’t help it.

After high school - straight to college or straight to work? University, because you kinda need that credential where I live. It’s unfair, but it’s our reality.

How much did you make per hour at your first job? We don’t really calculate that here...I’ll try to do math for y’all lmao aka Google it, which says I make $2.34 an hour. Wow when you put it that way, it really does not sound high :/ I’m honestly okay with my pay though. I live with my parents so I contribute to the bills and stuff now, but even then there’s more than enough left for me. Favorite home-cooked meal growing up? My grandma’s kare-kare. It was/is always reserved for special occasions; and out of all her grandchildren I was also the one who got attached to the dish especially as I got older, so eventually kare-kare also became the family’s ‘Robyn is coming over so we better prepare this’ dish. I think I’m her only grandchild that she has an allotted dish for, so that makes me feel special :)

Favorite place to eat out growing up? The local Burger King, back when it had a play place for kids. 

Did your parents live in a different country before you were born?: No, they have always lived in the Philippines. My mom has always wanted to migrate but my dad shoots it down every time.

Do you have a preferred coffee brand?: When it comes to coffee, no. I wanna try out everything. But when it comes to coffee shop ambience, Starbucks all the way.

Have you ever dated someone who was terrible with money?: No. I remember Gab as always being very cautious, responsible, and conscious about money. Her parents sustained her debit card and I’m pretty sure they always gave her a little bit extra, but she never took more than her weekly allowance from the ATM.

If so, how did it affect the relationship?: Money was never an issue, mostly because the money we received during the course of our relationship wasn’t even ours lol; we both received set allowances from our parents. If one of us was running out of cash, we never hesitated to cover for each other first, and we never pressured one another to pay back immediately.

How often do you paint your nails?: Never. 

Do you know anyone who's related to a current or former world leader?: Yeah, I went to high school with a relative of Duterte. She’s super secretive about it, which is pretty understandable. I’m friends with/went to classes with people who are grandchildren of senators and other politicians as well.

Do you do your own taxes, or do you hire a professional?: ...I have no idea how to do that...I always just assumed it’s already taken care of when a part of my salary is deducted lol. I may have to ask my parents about this, whoops.

What is something you don't have any natural talent for?: Anything to do with music. Reading it, playing it, singing, writing songs, etc. Also art and anything to do with creativity.

Did you watch this year's Eurovision?: Ah, my favorite time of the year to mute all my overseas mutuals on Twitter at one point lmao. No, I never caugtht up with it.

Have there been any periods in your life that could be described as being chaotic?: Senior year was a big chaotic war zone. The death of my grandpa and my first breakup coincided with all the crucial college entrance exams. Speaking of college, it was also a period of a lot of heavy decision-making due to me having to make choices of what course I wanted to take in every school I applied to. I barely cried during those few months and it still shocks me to this day how I did it. That was the most I’ve been on autopilot.

What is something you frequently forget?: Where I place my car keys and/or glasses last.

If I looked in your fridge right now, what would I find?: Bread, eggs, a bunch of condiments, butter cheese, vegetables, leftovers, and the grazing box I received from my workplace yesterday. I’m sure there’s more, but I haven’t really stopped and stared at our fridge for a while now.

How do you feel about your body?: I used to feel fairly confident about it; like it was never an issue with me. But truthfully, after being dumped, I’ve started to feel insecure over everything about me.

Who is someone you would like to get to know better?: My teammates at work, Bea and Ysa. They both seem like cool and funny people both in and out of work, and I’d love to get to hang out with them.

If you had to move to a new city, where would you move?: Idk, just somewhere with a lot of opportunities to try new things and meet new people.

Have you ever traveled on a double-decker train?: Nope. I’ve never been on anything double-decker, if I remember correctly.

What's your opinion on assisted suicide?: [trigger warning] I’ve looked into it, but it’s a dead end where I live. That’s all I’ll say, as I don’t want to give others ideas.

At what point do you consider a relationship to be 'long-term?': Fuck if I know anymore. We reached six years and it was a point where I was comfortable and didn’t feel the need to doubt anymore; everything turned out to be a lie in the end. I don’t know anymore. I don’t think about these things anymore.

What jobs did your parents have when you were growing up?: My dad has always been a chef, so he went through all the ranks throughout my childhood until he finally got an executive position when I was in high school. I remember my mom being a receptionist.

Do they still have these jobs? Or different jobs? Or have they retired?: My dad is still in that career path but he doesn’t cook in the kitchen anymore, or at least as much as he used to. He does all the menu planning, evaluating, etc. My mom has shifted to becoming an executive secretary, but she’s still in the hotel industry.

Do you own any winter sports equipment?: I don’t. There’s no reason for me to have any.

Do you have a cell contract plan, or are you on a pre-paid plan?: Prepaid.

Would your parents be okay with you dating someone of another race? I can definitely see my mom reacting, but I know she knows I won’t let her get away with saying anything mildly offensive. My dad would just go on with his life and will care more about the fact that I’m seeing someone, lol.

Do you like when friends stop by unexpectedly? No. Schedule it ahead and let me know. I’m not always mentally okay and them showing up as a surprise might just make me more stressed than grateful.

Where are the following people and what are they doing: mom, dad, sibling(s), best friend, significant other, ex, and last person you kissed? My entire family is under the same roof in their bedrooms, either sleeping or having just woken up. Angela is in Parañaque, probably at a cousin’s place; no significant other; I have no idea where my ex, and also the last person I kissed, is. She doesn’t really have anything to do with me anymore.

How strong are your feelings for the last person you kissed? They’re there. I’d still take a bullet for them if it comes down to it, the usual shit. Let’s move on.

What was the last thing someone else bought for you? My workplace gave me a grazing box as the company Christmas gift.

If your parents looked in your purse/book bag would they find anything you don’t want them to see? What about your bedroom? Do you have anything hidden in there? My vape pens. I came home from Starbucks last weekend and my mom thought my breath smelled like cigarettes and she almost got super pissed until I was able to convince her the only thing I put in my mouth was coffee, so I know my 22 year old, employed, self-earning ass would for sure still get in trouble if I was discovered to be vaping.

How close are you to the last person you hung out with? Can you be your complete self around them? It was the first time I met them and they are also my bosses, so I can’t exactly be my complete self around them yet. I had to act super reserved and to essentially make a good impression first before I start whipping out my jokes or whatever.

If you decided to call your ex right now, do you think he/she would answer? How would the conversation go? No, she’d reject it and tell me to text instead. If she was feeling snappy she would also tell me I’m no longer in the place to contact her that way. Sigh. Who is she anymore and why is she so different from the person I was with?

Are you attracted to the last person you exchanged numbers with? No.

Is music a daily part of your life? It’s not. Videos, more like.

Yellow nail polish: yes or no? Bright or neon yellow is a no, but I suppose more muted shades like mustard yellow can work for me.

What do you think of country music? Eh, not a fan. I would skip it in a second, and I never think about it.

Have you ever ended a relationship but wish you could’ve kept it a little longer? I’ve never ended a relationship.

Did you go to your high school’s graduation? Yes...that’s not an event I would’ve wanted to miss out on lol. That was a nice day. My grandparents came to watch me, and we had dinner at a revolving restaurant after.

If you could live the last three months over again, is there anything you’d change? Everything went to shit exactly three months ago, so this hits home very hard for me. Yes, I would change a lot of things for life not to have gone the way it has.

Who was the last person to message you on Facebook? What would you do if that person told you they have feelings for you? My mom. I would be creeped out and tell my dad immediately.

How did you feel when you woke up today? Melancholic.

Who was the first person you talked to today? What did you talk about? I haven’t talked to anyone yet today. I was thinking of replying to Aliyah’s comment on my Facebook post, but in the end I didn’t think a response was necessary.

When you apply your make-up, do you do it in a specific order? I don’t wear makeup.

Did you do anything sexual last night? No.

Do you think the last person you Facebook messaged is a virgin? She has three children, me included.

Did any of your friends lose their virginity before they were 16? If so, did you feel pressured to do the same? I don’t think my friends did, but I probably know other people who did. My baby asexual ass definitely didn’t feel the pressure. I was even scared shitless for my first kiss when it came time for it and I had kept putting it off that night.

Has someone of the opposite sex made you smile today? No.

Does it matter to you if your significant other smokes? With my previous relationship, it did in the beginning; eventually I just stopped caring.

Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? I think it may have been Andrew.

Do you like where you are in life right now? No. I don’t know if a new year would make it better, or if it would help give me a healthier mindset. I just have to wait and see.

Do you hate it when there is a fly around you? Very much.

Is your mom overbearing? She can be.

Is there snow where you live? Never.

[nadjastersurveys]

1. What was the last thing you ate? I ate some pasta with veggies. 2. What kind of guys are you usually attracted to? People with a nice sense of humor, kind and friendly people. You know, stuff like that. 3. What’s the stupidest thing that’s happened to you that ended a friendship? Nothing stupid happened, we just drifted apart. 4. What’s the longest amount of time you’ve had sex for? - 5. What reality shows do you watch? I don’t watch any, there’s just too much drama and they’re really annoying.

6. Post a video of yourself here: No, I definitely won’t lol. 7. Where do you work? I don’t work anywhere. 8. Have you ever gone up to a car thinking it was yours and tried to get in it? I didn’t get in it, no. 9. Where do you buy most of your clothes? Random stores, mostly online. 10. Are there any people on xanga that you’d like to actually know? I’m not on Xanga, so.

11. If you were very intelligent and had the capability to have any profession, what would you like to be? I have no idea. I have no dream jobs or anything like that, I don’t know what I want to do even if I was smart enough to do anything. 12. What’s your most irrational fear? Bugs? Idk they’re just scary. Like butterflies and flies as well LMAO. 13. How many radio stations do you listen to? I don’t listen to it. 14. What kind of music do they have? - 15. What bank do you use? Not telling you. 16. Would you rather go to Greece or Hawaii? I would love to go to Hawaii for the sake of equality since I haven’t been there, I’ve been to Greece already. 17. Musicals: Yay or Nay? No from me. i don’t like watching them. 18. What have you eaten today? I ate pasta just a while ago, yogurt and some berries for breakfast and then I had some bread as well.  19. Have you ever called in and voted for someone on american idol or another show like it? No, I don’t watch those shows. 20. What size bra do you wear? I don’t know, I only use sports bras and they mostly have the S, M, L etc. sizing. And I’m usually size S.

21. What’s your myspace URL? Not on Myspace. 22. What do all your saved texts say? I don’t save the texts, my phone does it for me and it saves them all you know. 

23. Do you still talk to your exs? No exes. 24. Is your accent common for where you live? I don’t have an accent. When I speak English however, I guess then my accent is pretty common for the people from this country idk. 25. Do you support your city/state sports teams? No. 26. How did you meet your boyfriend? Don’t have one and I don’t even want one. 27. Are your parents constantly breathing down your neck? No they’re not. Not constantly anyway, they can get worried sometimes about things that seem small to me I guess though. 28. Have you ever cheated on a significant other? What did you do? No. 29. Is there someone that’s always there for you, no matter what? My family and close friends. 30. What does your watch look like? I don’t own a watch. 31. Is there any beauty product that you like so much that you’d recommend it to others? Nah. 32. What time do you go to bed on work nights? School nights? I go to bed around midnight nowadays. 33. Does your pet mean everything to you? Yes they doo. 34. What’s the stupidist thing someone has messaged you about? Idk, can’t think of anything. 35. What are the next concerts you’ll be going to? I’m not going to any. 36. Do you have a movie watchers card? Now what’s that?   37. What was the last conversation you had with your best friend about? I texted my friend asking her how she liked the movie she was watching. 38. Are you one of those people that LOVE to hug others? I loooove hugging but you need to be a close person to me obviously. I don’t just go and hug everyone. I hug my close friends and family members(mostly my younger brother). 39. How much is gas where you live? I have no idea. I don’t drive obviously. 40. What’s a restaurant near you that has interesting food? Interesting food? I don’t know, I guess there’s no restaurants with interesting food around here. 41. Do you use post it notes often? No. 42. What’s the most money you’ve spent on a concert ticket? Zero, never been to a concert. 43. Do you like mexican food? It’s okay. No my favorite but I can eat it. 44. What size pants do you wear? I don’t know. 45. Some annoying songs are: There’s plenty but obviously I can’t think of any examples right now. 46. Is there a pool in your backyard? Hahaa, nope. 47. Do your parents trust you to stay the night at your boyfriend’s house? If I had a boyfriend, I’m not so sure hahaha. I wouldn’t even know if I would let my 16 year old daughter do that, soooo. 48. How do you like your steak? I don’t eat steak. 49. Don’t you just hate running into people you know? Yeah, it can be awkward. 50. If you weren’t born in the US, how long have you lived here? Well I wasn’t born in the US and I don’t live in the US, I have never lived there, so stop assuming lmao.  

[scmyr]

luka sabbat. cis male. he/him. ／  samyr delcine just pulled up james joint by rihanna  — that song is so them ! you know, for a(n) twenty-four (24) year old retired actor / singer and rapper, i’ve heard they’re really -temperamental, but that they make up for it by being so +creative. if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say smoke filled recording studios, messy handwriting, tattoos. here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble ! ( LJ, 20, est, they/them )

career claim: roddy ricch, dababy, the weeknd

hey y’all! guess who’s back at it again with a new muse? it’s LJ, @kcia​‘s mun, and this is my second baby, samyr. i’ve actually had this idea in mind for a while, and i’m finally bringing him into fruition. if you’d like to plot with him, just drop a like on this post! 

basics.

NAME: samyr delcine. PRONOUNS: he/him AGE: twenty-four. BIRTH DATE: july 16th, 1995. BIRTH PLACE: port-au-prince, haiti. HOMETOWN: compton, california. CURRENT RESIDENCE: los angeles, california. NATIONALITY: haitian-american. ETHNICITY: afro-haitian, unidentified white side. RELIGION: non practicing christian. OCCUPATION: singer, rapper, songwriter, producer, retired actor. LANGUAGES: haitian-creole (native), haitian-french (native), english (fluent). SEXUAL ORIENTATION: confused. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: confused.

visual.

FACECLAIM: luka sabbat. EYE COLOR: dark brown. HAIR COLOR: dark brown. HEIGHT: 6 feet, 1 inch. WEIGHT: 149 pounds. TATTOOS: here, here, here. PIERCINGS: ears. NOTABLE TRAITS: lips, height, hair.

background.

he was born in port-au-prince, haiti to a single mother. he never met his father because his father was someone that his mother hooked up with while she was studying in the states. it was her last year in college and she didn’t know she was pregnant until she was about three months along. she took a year off and went back home so she could have him. she considered putting him up for adoption, but as soon as he was born and she looked into his eyes, she “fell in love with him and couldn’t part from him”, or that’s what she always tells samyr. 

when he was six years old and his mother was twenty-seven, she decided to go back to school and get her degree. she spent the first six years of his life working two full time jobs and a part time job just so she could provide for him and save money at the same time. after she saved enough money, she packed up their things and moved them to america, california to be exact, so she could graduate and get a better paying job. she finished up her criminal justice degree and got a job working as a law clerk while she put herself through law school. she finally graduated, passed the bar exam, and now she’s a highly sought after criminal attorney in the states. 

his childhood was a hard, yet happy time for him. hard because he and his mother lived in california while his mother worked for a very low salary. it was difficult for them to make ends meet, especially when she was still in school. even though she eventually became an extremely wealthy lawyer (she started making money around the time samyr was fifteen, but by then he was already making money from his show), things were hard at first. he was still a happy kid though. his mother gave him a lot of love, and he had friends and a cute puppy named chichi (she’s still alive, with her old ass ;-;) 

samyr’s first taste of the spot light was at a young age. he did a little bit of modeling for stores and brands, but didn’t really get his big break until he was 12 and landed one of the lead roles of a children’s sitcom. he loved acting when he first started doing it, and worked hard for the several seasons that he was apart of the show before it ended. he was nineteen when the show ended. he did cameos on other shows, and acted in a few movies during the course of the show too. 

he’s a very passionate and dedicated person, but once he’s finished with something and wipes his hands clean of it, he’s finished indefinitely. he felt as though after several years of acting on one show and doing other acting jobs, that he was ready to bring to a close the chapter of acting in his life. he enjoyed it, still does, but he wanted to pour all of his time and effort into the next aspect of his life - music.

he had actually started getting into music around the middle of his show’s run. he had been in the industry for a while and started making friends with musicians who had introduced him to the art of music. he quickly fell in love with it, not just singing and rapping, but the technical aspects of the music industry as well - producing, sound mixing, composition, e.t.c. 

he released his first music project while he was still acting. it was in 2011, and it was a mixtape that he dropped out of the blue. people didn’t know who it was at first because he just dropped it on soundcloud and his account wasn’t under his own name. but some fans ended up doing some digging and made the connection.

after that, he would occasionally drop music projects here and there (i’ll eventually make a little timeline of his music releases, more so for my own means of keeping track, but to also give you guys an idea of what he’s released so far!) 

now he focuses primarily on music. overall, his sound and lyrics are explicit, but there are still two sides to him - the ‘hard’ side (dababy, roddy ricch) and his softer side (the weeknd). he likes having that kind of duality, because it gives him the freedom to explore himself as a musician. 

personality

he’s a very hard worker, and extremely prideful. he doesn’t like accepting help from others, especially if he thinks they’re pitying him. he and his mother used to get a lot of “offers” of help, which were honestly just people feeling sorry for them, which he absolutely hated. he doesn’t even like asking for help when he knows he needs it. if you ever catch him asking for help, you best believe it’s because it’s his very last resort. 

if samyr’s face and name weren’t connected to his music, no one would even think that he was the one rapping and singing on his tracks. a lot of his music has explicit sexual innuendos and undertones, and holds a little aggression from time to time. it’s a complete contrast to samyr’s lowkey personality. what most people don’t know is that writing music is his outlet. he doesn’t get frustrated or angry (most of the time) because when he feels those things, he channels it into his writing. 

that being said, he does have a little bit of a temper. it’s something that his mother says he gets from his grandfather, a man he had never met because he passed away before his birth. he has a high tolerance for things, but if he’s pushed over the edge, he gets black out angry. he hates that though, which is why he stays ‘medicated’ most of the time (lmao he stays high) 

he’s so deep in the closet that he’s finding christimas presents. he knows that there’s nothing wrong with being gay, he’s an avid supporter of the lgbtq+ on social media platforms and such, but it’s just something that he struggles to accept about himself. his mother is very open minded, but he has a lot of family members who aren’t, and he doesn’t want them to disown him. 

kinda gets angry/upset if his own sexuality is brought up? maybe not really angry or upset, but just really defensive? again, finding christmas presents lol

very particular with and protective of his hair lol has definitely smacked a few people’s hands for trying to touch it

wanted connections

girl(s) that he’s dated in the past to as a way to somehow force himself to be straight. most of them ended due to him not being able to fully invest himself emotionally. we can discuss if they’re on good/bad terms! 

a few best friends, he definitely needs those 

if anyone has a muse that has songs with a male rapper featured, samyr’s your guy

the first guy he’s ever kissed 

relatives on his father’s side (he just recently started searching for his father, so it’d be interesting if he had cousins or half siblings around!)

someone that he confides in about his sexuality 

a guy who helps him explore his sexuality 

pr relationship(s) 

pr friendship(s) 

media fueled rivalry 

enemies

frenemies 

celebrity friends that are always seen out together (events, award shows, sports games, out shopping, e.t.c) 

literally anything?? i’m open to anything and everything!

[cilliansaccent]

The Peaky Designer - Cillian Fanfic, Chapter 9

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I will not be including Cillian’s family as it’s kinda weird since he has children lmao. Just a mention of his parents and a previous lover.

I will indicate in a chapter if there is smut in the beginning and before the actual scene!!

I will add trigger warnings if there is any!!

There is a variety of levels of swearing during a chapter, I will not hold back, everyone swears.

The timestamp for the Fic is now 2016 and onwards!! 

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Background: Gabrijela Babic is a Croatian girl from Sydney, Australia. She is born in the year 1991 on the 24th of December. She studies a Fashion degree in a University with a major in Game Design as well. Her teacher in the fashion designer class managed to nail an Internship on the set of Peaky Blinders with the shows very own Costume Designer, Allison McCosh. There, she travels to London for under a year to learn how to be one, working alongside the actors as well the man she admires, Cillian Murphy. But, her platonic feelings for the man begins to grow into something more, and she wonders whether she should pursue them or let him go for fear of her strict parents and her three older brothers…

Characters:

Swantje Paulina as Gabrijela Babic (swalina on Instagram)

Cillian Murphy

Word Count: 2,928

!!Warnings!!: None.

Date: August to December 2016

Chapter Name: ...And Cruel.

Brief Chapter Outline: Gabrijela hangs out with her bestie for the next four weeks, having a great time. But at a Christmas Party, all of that good joy and happiness shatters to pain and heartache...

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By morning, Gabrijela called up Lucia and called her over for breakfast. She was there in less than fifteen minutes and she let the girl up. Gabrijela had already finished cooking, "Goodness, does it smell good." Lucia smiled and hugged her. "Thanks. Been practising." She smiled. She had cooked up eggs, bacon, mushrooms and pancakes were wrapped up in foil to be kept warm. They ate in silence and Lucia helped her clean up once they were done. Then when they had their hot cocoa they sat at the couch together, "I need to ask you something." Gabrijela started. 

"I know. Yesterday," Lucia sighed, looking down at her cup then back up. "I want to apologise for that. I was being mean and rude, no other reason." Gabrijela nodded, "Logan didn't feel comfortable at all. And neither did I, especially with that last comment you made about whether this lasting or not." She frowned, "That hurt." Lucia reached over and took her hand, "And I am deeply sorry for that. Let me make it up to you." Gabrijela smiled a little, "Alright. You can totally make it up to me." After that day, the girls spent each day together. They did plenty of shopping, Lucia was a bad influence when it came to shopping and Gabrijela had to watch her spending even if she had a lot of money still. They did the usual tourist things, Buckingham Palace, the London Eye and all that. Bought souvenirs for home and their friends and went on organised tours. Gabrijela had learned Lucia was here for a break of University. She had stated it was too hectic and would be here till early December. Lucia planned to stay here for a month, then return to Spain to see her extended family before she would come back here and spend the two last weeks with Gabrijela in December It seemed odd, Gabrijela thought but she didn't care. She had her best friend here with her. So the next few weeks were busy, Gabbie balancing out her new work and life with Lucia. Clubbing, getting wasted over the weekends and having the absolute fun. Logan had occasionally tagged along with some of his mates, which was fine but Gab couldn't get a little overprotective. Especially when Lucia always eyed him like a meal. But she didn't pay much attention to it, Lucia wouldn't hurt her like that. Overall, Gabrijela had missed her best friend a lot, missed just being herself and acting like a bunch of mad women laughing and all that. It was good to let go but she still kept in mind she was with Logan and kept herself distanced from any men who tried to hit on her. As the months wore on, Gabrijela was busy working away. She had a good balance of her work and romance with Logan. She was happy finally, and even got to see Cillian almost every week. Just either dinner or coffee or catching a film together. Life for her was good. She was in a good mindset after so, so long being in darkness. By December, after long hard working through her new work and being with Logan for almost five months now, Logan had organised a small Christmas Party on Saturday for his buddies from work, so Gabrijela brought Lucia along before she was to fly out in two days. The pub was decked out in Christmas decorations and a live band played classic Christmas music that made it warm and cozy despite the cold temperature. Gab had changed into a mini tube skirt with an ugly Christmas sweater on top. It was the theme for tonight and Logan had an equally ugly sweater. "And yet you still look so delicious." Gab grinned up at him and they kissed. "I always look good in everything." He said, keeping an arm around her waist. "That's true." She nodded and they joined the group of friends. Lucia was chatting with a guy, clearly, she was trying to see if he could go home with her. The night dragged on, people danced and drank and drank and... drank. Gabrijela was talking to some of the girls outside and decided to head back in with them as it started to rain. But she wasn't feeling tonight, Logan had been... off the whole time. Even when they had met up during the week. Especially when Lucia was around. "Where is Logan?" She asked one of his mates. "Gone to take a piss." He replied. Gabrijela nodded, but her senses or whatever you called it was telling her something was up. Everything was wrong tonight. So she headed to the toilets, she was slightly shaking as anxiety rolled through her. She didn't want another attack, she hadn't had one for a long time and that was during and after the messy break-up with her ex. Some girls were laughing as they left the female toilets, "Fucking disgusting huh? Can't fucking shit in peace with that noise." Gab watched them go and could hear something inside despite the loud music. As she walked in the sounds were... muffled, soft moans came from the last stall. She could see the shadows below it. As she neared she heard it, "Logan." A soft female voice she knew too well. But she wanted it to be untrue and she pushed the door open which was unlocked. "Hey! Someone is-" When the door opened she saw Lucia and Logan. His pants at his ankles and her legs around his waist. It was exactly how Lucia had explained to her how she found her ex with a woman. "Gabrijela." Lucia hastily fixed her skirt as Logan fixed his pants, "I-I'm so sorry. Oh god Gabbie." "No." She snapped, tears falling down her cheeks, "No! You don't get to fucking call me that! You don't!" She screamed. "Please, baby, fuck I-I'm sorry she just-" "You shut the fuck up. Just shut up." She whimpered, her heart was ripping to pieces. She felt the darkness of her pain swallowing her up once more. "Oh, my god. Oh, my god." She repeated, running her fingers through her hair, gripping the strands. She paced around, "Fuck, what is wrong with me huh? Huh? I-Is there something wrong? What don't you like about me? A-Am I to fat? Do I have to small size breasts?" She looked at Logan, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?" She screamed in absolute pain. Logan looked away, regret in his features. "Fucking trusted you. I opened my heart to you. I let you in." Her voice dropped into a broken whisper. "You cheated on me. How long huh? How long?" She looked at Lucia. "Tell me, how fucking long have you two been messing around hm?" "Four months." Lucia winced when Gabrijela let out a pained whine. "Oh wow. Wow, so I've been riding a fucking used cock that was used on a bitch. Wow. Just fucking wow. Lucia, you are so fucking horrible, you know that? You wanna know something Logan, yeah? You ain't the first fucker she's gotten her hands on. She's done it to the other men who were taken. And now, I've had enough fucking looking after you Lucia. You have no sense of personal space and you ruin everyone's lives. You almost did it to Elijah. But at least he was the better man and stopped you." Gabrijela said with such venom Lucia looked down. "I-I'm sorry. Please don't leave me alone, I beg you. I'll make it up-" She whimpered as she stepped to her. "No. No way. It's over. No more will I stand back and let you trample over everyone's lives. You'll learn that one day, fucking someone's partner is not a thing that should be laughed about. I can't believe what moron I was to even stick to you. I only stayed because you had no one else. But now, this is the line I draw entirely." And with that, she left the bathroom, tears and makeup running down her cheeks. She didn't care if it was raining she just needed out. Away from this place. She cried, but no one would know as it was pouring down. Gabrijela came to a park and she sat under a gazebo. She was shaking, it was so cold. But she didn't care. She cried her heart out. Her phone buzzed and buzzed but she ignored it. Only after she stopped she pulled her phone out, Lucia had sent her messages and missed calls from Logan. But she didn't want to speak to them at all. Shivering, she rang up someone else who would listen to her. She waited until the phone was picked up, "Hello?" It sounded like Cillian had just woken up from his sleep, voice heavy. "C-Cillian." She sniffled, the rain had eased off now. "Gabrijela?" He sounded more alert, "Are you okay? Gab?" "I-I'm not Cillian. I... Please pick me up. I-I'm so scared." She started to cry again. "Shh, don't cry hey. Look around yeah? Where are you?" He asked, there was some shuffling and it sounded like he was getting dressed. Gabrijela sniffled and checked her phone for the maps and told him. "Okay. I will be right over. Stay where you are, okay? I won't hang up." His voice was gentle. She nodded, "Okay Cillian." He spoke to her about filming and what was happening as he got into his car. He carried an extra jacket as he sped down the road to the park she was in. It was about twenty minutes and the rain had begun to fall hard again. He parked and ran through the semi-dark park and found her on the gazebo. Gabrijela stood when he came over and she wrapped her arms around him, crying into his chest. He wrapped the jacket around her and held her close. "I got you." He said, a hand on the back of her head. "I'm right here. Oh, darling. Come, let me take you to my home." He murmured. He held her close as they made their way back to the car, he helped her in and he got in and drove off. His home was almost how her apartment looked like. But he had a whole three-story all to himself. He had Christmas decorations up, a Santa light in the bay window. Cillian helped her out of the car, through the iron gates with a pretty garden and up the stairs to the wooden door. Once inside, they were greeted with a narrow hallway that looked like it led to the kitchen and the small dining room. A set of stairs went up to the second floor, and on the right was an open door frame that went into the living room. It was all warm tones, it was cozy and like in a cabin in almost. She spotted photos of him and his family on the little table in the hallway. "Let's go upstairs. You're shivering." He said. Up they went and into his bedroom that took most of the second floor. It overlooked the back garden, it had a large king-sized bed with deep blue sheets and a white throw. It was messy as if he had kicked it all off. He got her to sit on the bed, "I'm going to make a bath, okay? Just wait here." He said as he left the room to go to the bathroom. She sniffled as she looked around, the bed was wooden and had a shelf like backboard that had stacks of books inside it. The wall was dark blue with the other three being an off white colour. Light oak coloured floorboards with a grey carpet at the foot of the bed. Directly across from the bed was a small balcony. From where she sat, across her was a tall bookshelf that had a mixture of books and little statues and photos of him and more of his family. When she turned to look behind her, there was a dresser beside a floor to ceiling window with heavy drapes the colour of storm clouds. And further next to the bed was a small walk-in wardrobe, the light was still on. The room was nice, sleek and cool. Much like Cillian. She smiled at the thought. It even smelled like him. He came back in, carrying a packet of wet wipes and a towel. "Bath is filling up," He said as he sat beside her, "May I?" He held the wipe as if to clean her face up. "Okay." She nodded. He gently began to clean her face up, wiping her eyes and lips and cheeks. "I'll go check the bath." He said and stood, "You can undress, I left the towel there." He smiled and left. She stood up and slowly took off her clothing, neatly leaving it in a heap as she wrapped the fluffy towel around herself. A knock at the door, "Come in." Gabrijela called. He came in, "It's ready. Come on." He gestured for her to come over. He took her into the bathroom. It was cute and simple. It had white tiles halfway then a grey/green/blue coloured wall the rest. The white claw tub that was also a shower was right across, a large window that looked down to the garden below. To the right was a dark brown vanity and white bowl atop. A huge mirror above it. The floors matched the dark colour of the vanity with a plush carpet in the middle. "Fancy." She murmured as she came over to the bathtub that was full of bubbles. She giggled. "I knew bubbles would make you smile. You told me you liked bubble baths." He said, a hand on her back. "I did. Thank you, Cillian." She looked up and gave him a smile. "Any time." He said. "Get in and get comfy. I'll go downstairs and make some tea." He said. She nodded and got in after he had left. She moaned softly and sunk in further, she had kept her hair up in a bun as it was almost dry now. She didn't want to get it wet again. She could feel her body warming up now, but she felt a chill within her. She was going to get sick. Shutting her eyes, she tried not to think of what happened tonight. Tried to stop her heart from breaking any further. But it was hard, she had worked so hard this year, dove into her studies more fiercely and focused more on her happiness. She couldn't believe Lucia would do this to her, but then again... she was stupid to even believe her. She had hoped she would be a better person, but it seemed she wasn't. Tears began to fall again just as Cillian knocked on the door. She quickly washed her face, "You can come in." She called as she watched him enter with two teas. "How is it?" He asked as she set the tray on a little table. "Perfect." She smiled as she held out her hands for her tea, he handed it to her. "Good. I made earl grey, something-" "I told you. Yeah. Thank you, Cillian." She sipped her tea and shuddered, "Yum." She murmured. He sat on the toilet seat, he was dressed in long flannel pants and a white shirt. He had changed it seemed. They stayed silent as she drank her tea, she knew he wanted to ask what happened but she wasn't ready to speak about it. "I uh, I have a long-sleeved shirt and some pants, if you want to wear that. And socks. That's all I can offer." He laughed softly. "That is fine by me. I'd like to be surrounded by you tonight." She whispered as she handed her empty cup back. "I'll bring it in," He said and left and returned with the clothing. Then left again so she could have some privacy. She got out and dried up, combed her hair with her fingers and changed into the clothing he gave her. It was soft and warm. She used the mouthwash and the cup before she cleaned it. She trudged out to the bedroom where he was fixing the bed. "Hi," She said softly, she had puffy red eyes when she had looked at herself in the mirror. "Feel better?" He came over, reaching up to brush his fingers along her jaw. "Yeah. Much needed. Thank you, Cilly." She leaned her cheek into his hand. "I'd like you to stay in bed, I... I need comfort." He nodded, "Alright. Let's get in." He said. She got in with him, the bed was so soft. He laid in the middle on his back as she laid down with her head on his chest. His arm wrapped around her as he pulled up the sheets. "Oh!" He jumped and she looked up. "What?" She asked. "Your feet are cold. Touched mine." He chuckled softly. "Oh, my bad." She let out a soft smile and laid her head back down. She let the sound of his heart lull her into sleep. She was warm, surrounded by the smells of Cillian and his arms. Cillian had no idea what happened tonight to make her so distraught. It broke his heart to see her alone in the dark, shivering and cold. He would not push her, he would let her tell him when she was ready. He would make sure tomorrow she was entirely comfortable and happy.

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This took SO LONG thanks @natthisback

1: Name Madison

2: Age 21

3: 3 fears spiders, not becoming a doctor, becoming like my parents

4: 3 things i love marvel movies, my blanket (whoops), and scrunchies

5: 4 turn ons compliment me, be chivalrous, (idk if this means sex turn on too or not but) moaning my n- ANYWHO uh and the last one definitely like showing you want me

6: 4 turn offs someone who only talks about themselves, being like wishy washy, being arrogant/cocky, complaining about the same things

7: my best friend that would be shea @cloversofshea

8: sexual orientation lesbian

9: my best first date okay SO this like isn’t a first date but it was my first like nicer dinner date so I’m gonna count it. It was just this past weekend actually and i just i loved it so much it was amazing

10: how tall am i 5’2

11: what do i miss honestly, feeling like i was good at things

12: what time were i born 11:14am

13: favorite color purple, although it’s slowly been turning to like a baby light pink

14: do i have a crush yes yes i do and i likes her a lot

15: favorite quote “Truth is a matter of circumstance. It’s not all things to all people all the time. And neither am I.”

16: favorite place Chicago or New York City

17: favorite food SALMON

18: do i use sarcasm yes, but i feel like i don’t use it as much as i used to

19: what am i listening to right now Christmas pop playlist on Spotify

20: first thing i notice in new person whether they only talk about themselves

21: shoe size 8 or 8.5

22: eye color blue

23: hair color right now, it’s a brown that goes to blond at my ends

24: favorite style of clothing so if this means like fav style to wear daily, definitely athleisure. If it means in general, i love love love preppy looks? But not super preppy.

25: ever done a prank call? Absolutely, many times

27: meaning behind my url i explain this in my about me page (linked in bio!)

28: favorite movie captain America winter soldier

29: favorite song i don’t really have favorite songs but rn it’s prob December night by Michael buble

30: favorite band i don’t really have fav bands

31: how i feel right now it’s really hot in here, so warm. I feel okay

32: someone i love i love lots of people but ill stick with @cloversofshea

33: my current relationship status I’ve answered this so many times literally just look at the ask game tag

34: my relationship with my parents um yikes

35: favorite holiday Halloween

36: tattoos and piercing i have i have 6 tattoos! “Breathe” on my right inner ankle, a heart on left shoulder, heart w equal sign in it behind right ear, basically an ecg on my left inner ankle, Aquarius symbol on right bicep, and caws 5749 on my left side. And my ears are pierced.

37: tattoos and piercing i want definitely the black widow symbol in the same place Scarlett got her og6 tattoo, an amino acid tattoo that spells out “wah” , definitely more little tattoos! And maybe more ear piercings idk

38: the reason i joined tumblr so, I’ve had a tumblr for many many years. I originally joined bc my best friends at the time had them, and i was like sure! Ive deleted that personal blog since, and started my new personal blog a few years ago. I also have a studyblr that i started i think back in high school, and i just started this blog back in the end of July!

39: do i and my last ex hate each other no, I’d say far from it bc i likes her a lot

40: do i ever get “good morning” or “good night” texts yes from her and i fucking love it, it used to be a bigger thing almost every day and i loved it

41: have i ever kissed the last person i texted lmao no and for those who were wondering it is @cloversofshea

42: when did i last hold hands LMAO WITH @michelinaamour WHEN I WAS STUMBLING HOME DRUNK IN HIGH HEELS

43: how long does it take me to get ready in the morning it depends, anywhere from ten minutes to an hour and a half

44: have you shaved your legs in the past three days no! I am super lucky and have really light colored hairs on my legs and so i dont’ have to shave very often. Also i just want to say that i personally love shaving my legs and it is my choice to do so.. girls, you do not need to shave!!

45: where am i right now so i started answering this in the research lab, but i am currently sitting at one of the dining places on campus finishing it

46: if i were drunk and can’t stand, who’s taking care of me LMAO DEFINITELY @michelinaamour because she’s done it ALREADY FOR ME MULTIPLE TIMES

47: do i like my music loud or at a reasonable level it depends, in car trips, definitely blast it. But just driving around or listening in doors, definitely reasonable level

48: do i live with my mom and dad nope i live with @michelinaamour

49: am i excited for anything yes, I’m excited for lots of things. I get excited easily

50: do i have someone of the opposite sex i can tell everything to no. I used to

51: how often do i wear a fake smile this is a really interesting question. I don’t consider smiles i give to random people like ordering food or something to be fake, so i would say fake smiles are when I’m not okay and trying to hide it. Which happens less often now bc I’m just much happier of a person

52: when was the last time i hugged someone I think it was @michelinaamour two days ago but i think i hugged @cloversofshea that day too so

53: what if the last person i kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me I’d be heartbroken tbh

54: is there anyone i trust even though i should not yes, certain adults in my life

55: what is something i disliked about today my hair won’t do what i want it to :(

56: if i could meet anyone on this earth who would it be probably Chris Evans or Scarlett Johansson

57: what do i think about the most tumblr and everything with that, or probably her or school stuff definitely

58: what’s my strangest talent i don’t think i have any lol

59: do i have any strange phobias yes definitely haha, I’m terrified of stepping on worms

60: do i prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it i think a few years ago i would have said behind, but honestly I think I’d love to be in front of the camera now

61: what was the last lie i told i actually don’t know. Maybe this past weekend as to like the fact that i was going out on a date instead of just going out with a friend

62: do i prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online I’d say talking on the phone bc then they cant’ see me lmao

63: do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Yes and yes

64: do i believe in magic? Yes, or at least, that’s what i tell myself

65: do i believe in luck yes

66: what’s the weather like right now snowy!

67: what was the last book I’ve ever read The Butchering Art, it’s about the history of surgery

68: do i like the smell of gasoline omg yes yes yes yes yes yes

69: do i have any nicknames yes, madz, madi, girl who lives by the kitchen, queen (a new one) and clown (also a new one) thanks @natthisback

70: what was the worst injury I’ve ever had back in freshman year of college, i did something stupid and my foot swelled up like hell and hurt so bad. There were no fractures detected but the swelling stayed for a really long time, as well as the bruising and pain, and it never returned to normal

71: do i spent my money or save it SPEND IT BABY

72: can i touch my nose w my tongue no I’m not that talented

73: is there anything pink in 10 ft from me. Hmm part of my backpack? And my rings are pinkish bc they are rose gold. Oh and my scrunchie is pink, as well as my iPad

74: favorite animal cat

75: what was i doing last night at 12am i was still at work In the emergency room!

76: what do i think satan’s last name is uh honestly Jim lmao (it’s demons Jim! @cloversofshea )

77: what’s a song that always makes me happy when i hear it so good by dove Cameron

78: how can you win my heart suggest we watch a marvel movie, and I’m prob straight up in love. There are other things too but they’re pretty general, like compliment me, show you want me ya know

79: what would i want to be written on my tombstone haha, as a joke, “so realy its very thing. Just to keep everyone guessing.” But idk something funny

80: what is my favorite word i have no idea, maybe like sophisticated or something like that or aesthetic , champagne is a good one too

81: my top 5 blogs on tumblr ooh! Okay so @markiplier @lesbian-deadpool @americasass-romanoff @lesbianmariahilll @shining-rey-of-sunshine but i love so so so so so many more, and i have a lot of top blogs

82: if the whole world were listening to me right now what would i say fuck trump also I’m gay as hell and I’m growing tired of hiding it from people

83: do i have any relatives in jail not that i know of

84: i accidentally eat some radioactive vegatables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super power of my choice! What is that power lmao this question is great. Prob same powers as Wanda

85: what would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on any weird fetis- JUST KIDDING. Do you still think about them?

86: what is my current desktop picture so on my laptop, it’s fall flowers. But since that’s broken af, i use my iPad and that background is one of the apple ones. It’s just a beach idk why but I’ve never changed it

87: had sex WHY IS THIS IN EVERY SINGLE ASK GAME WTF

88: bought condoms nope i am gay as hell bye

89: gotten pregnant nope i am gay as hell bye

90: failed a class nope, definitely come close though

91: kissed a boy yes

92: kissed a girl yes

93: have i ever kissed somebody in th rain honestly, probably at some point, but I’ve never had one of those romantic kisses in the rain. I really really want to though and i think about it a lot

94: had job yeah, I’ve had three true jobs

95: left the house without my wallet probably

96: bullied someone on the internet no bc I’m not a fucking douche

97: had sex in public not yet

98: played on a sports team yeah, played softball and basketball in middle school

99: smoked weed yeah, but i didn’t get high

100: did drugs nope

101: smoked cigarettes nope, i think i asked drunk once if i could smoke, but my friend was like “really?” And i was like uhhhhhh just kidding haha

102: drank alcohol lmao i drink fucking all the time i mean. I literally have drunk writing nights , I’m drinking tonight too

103: am i a vegetarian/vegan i was a vegetarian for a while, and then an aspiring vegan, and then vegetarian, and then pescatarian now!

104: been overweight no

105: been underweight yes

106: been to a wedding yeah, but like not for a long time. I was like 4 and the flower girl. Oh WAIT. Does playing a wedding count? I played cello at a wedding so i was there???

107: been on the computer for 5 hours straight hell yeah, how would i function not doing this with class and relaxing

108: watched tv for 5 hours straight lmao definitely

109: been outside my home country yeah

110: gotten my heart broken yeah

111: been to a professional sports game yeah. I don’t really do sports though , so when i go it’s usually in suites and I’m just there for the food

112: broken a bone nope!

113: cut myself this is...a. Really deep question but bc i want to be able to speak about mental health on here, the answer is yes.

114: been to prom yes! I went to my junior and senior proms!

115: been in airplane too many times

116: fly by helicopter no, I’m not sure if i want to do this or not

117: what concerts have i been to I’ve been to lots. So first off, I’ve been to hundreds of classical concerts (and performed in them). As for pop, Bruno mars twice, maroon five like three times. Selena Gomez. Josh groban. American authors. Definitely others that i don’t remember

118: had a crush on someone of the same sex yes I’m fucking gay

119: learned another language so if this means fluent, no. I took a decent amount of French and am learning Russian right now!

120: wore make up absolutely. When i choose to wear makeup, its because i fuckign love makeup haha. Most days I’m lazy though and like to let my skin breathe and be natural

121: lost my virginity before I was 18 no

122: had oral sex yeah

123: dyed my hair many times

124: voted in a presidential election okay i think so but honestly can’t remember. But I’m pretty sure i did.

125: rode in an ambulance no and i never want to.

126: had a surgery no and i never want to haha. Well i cant say that. Depending on how my life plays out, I might freeze my eggs or something.

127: met someone famous yes, several I think, but probably Henry winkler was the one I remember most.

128: stalked someone on a social network yeah

129: peed outside nope don’t think so and definitely don’t want to

130: been fishing yes I have been ice fishing and regular fishing

131: helped w charity i have!

132: been rejected by a crush I’ve been not liked back but i don’t think I’ve ever made like a move on a crush and been rejected

133: broken a mirror ooh i don’t think i have actually

134: what do i want for birthday nothing bc i dont’ like my bday