#Tequila Sunrise Cookie

[laiiaaa]

TEQUILA SUNRISE — RAFE CAMERON

summary: You haven't seen Rafe since you left for college—when he was still a sophomore in high school with a hopeless, boyish little crush on you. Three years later, maybe it's not so hopeless after all.

contains: drinking, smoking, shotgunning (the hot kind), pining, lots of innuendos because I have a little boy brain and enjoy terrorizing men, a kiss!

length: 3.8k

note: Rafe is such a little idiot in this. Don't even try to tell me it's out of character because it's not! Just trust me!

Rafe Cameron has never known what to think of you—not in high school, not since you left for college, and certainly not now, when you’re standing in his kitchen. He can’t believe the image of you in his mind almost became too faded to recall. With you right in front of him, though, it’s crystal. 

“Hey, Cameron,” you chirp, topping off your glass with a final splash of orange juice. “Care to join me outside?” 

He’s frozen as he watches your thumb swipe a drop that spilled over, the pucker of your lips when you taste it. Cherry red nail polish, as always, lipstick deepening the color of your lips and adding an alluring gloss. If he weren’t so shocked at your presence he might’ve laughed to himself as you split three maraschino cherries on the rim. “Why are you here?”

You press your hand to your chest and pout. “Ouch. And here I was thinking you’d be happy to see me after—what, three years now?” You pop the lid back on the jar and slip it back in the fridge. “My parents got sick of me being independent,” you sigh, “And yours still love me, so they were more than happy to invite me in. Brought cookies.” You gesture to the table, which hosts a Tupperware container, full.

He doesn’t yet know what to make of this. He’s not quite sure it’s really you, anyway. Sure, the attitude’s the same—still snarky enough to keep him reeling and put a bad taste in other people’s mouths—but the rest of you is a whole lot different (aside from that cherry red, of course). Your hair is longer, more styled and more you; your makeup now accentuates your eyes and your pout rather than trying to forge them anew; your clothes hug against curves he’s certain were not there before. You’ve grown up, he realizes, become more sure of yourself. He’s decided his prognosis is grim, bar the details.

Given his little response, you pay him no mind as you grab your purse and your red-orange coupe and head toward the balcony. His gaze lays heavy on you as you walk, though you keep your acknowledgement limited to a barely-there smile and a mental note that maybe this Cameron has grown up a little, too. Maybe.

“Where are you going?” he asks. 

You open the door and step outside. “Take a guess.” You don’t have to invite him again to know he’ll follow.

He does exactly that—after a brief pause to ask himself What the fuck?—and closes the door as he steps onto the softly-lit balcony and finds you already making yourself comfortable. You sit with your arm on the back of the couch, propping your head in the palm of your hand and setting one foot on the ground. Your shorts are definitely too low-rise for your parent’s approval, and your tank top exposes the sweaty sheen of your chest. He wonders if you still see him as the little boy who lives down the street.

“Rafe, come sit.” You gesture toward the space next to you.

And he does, reluctantly, even though he was hoping you’d ask.

You hold your drink out to him. “Wanna taste?”

His eyebrows raise as he ponders the implication of sharing a glass with you of all people, a little too giddy with himself that you’d risk having his spit in your mouth. “What is it?” he asks, though he’s already taken it from your hand and lifted it to his lips. 

“Tequila sunrise, though it’s a little more—” he sips before you finish, and nods his head instead of wincing as you expected— “Oh, wow. I was going to say it’s a little more tequila than it is sunrise, but I guess that’s not an issue for you.” It comes off more aggressive than you mean it. 

He shrugs off your comment. “I’m not sixteen anymore. I’m nineteen, I’ve had my fair share.”

It’s a little alarming that he’s older than you were before you left. You furrow your brows together at what this could mean, what this could’ve changed between you two, but you shove it aside. Fingers graze when he turns the drink back over to your hands. 

You smile as you take one more sip before placing it on the coffee table in front of you. “Little Cameron, all grown up.”

And he has grown up, you think: you didn’t miss the veins adorning his hands, the ring wrapped around his finger; his shoulders have breadth to them now, his arms far more muscular than the twiggy things you saw last; he sports a buzz cut that should scream trouble but instead calls you toward his jawline, his smile, his eyes. He looks good, but he is Little Cameron after all. You used to drive him to school, and now you’re not sure of the last time he even went. But things can always change. 

“Why are you really back?” He says it like it’s a crime to visit your hometown. 

You smile. “Do you not want me here?”

“No, that’s not—that’s not what I meant.” When he looks at you there’s part of him that wants to hold your jaw in his palms and make you his for a fleeting moment.

You find yourself leaning closer toward his bubble. “Then tell me.”

“You haven’t been here for three years, I think I reserve the right to be a little…” He searches for the words, “Surprised when you just—appear in my house.”

There’s something he isn’t telling you. You look at his face to try and read what that might be, but he doesn’t offer much. He begins picking at his nails and brings one to his mouth, letting his eyes glaze over as he looks at the nighttime sky. 

Hesitantly, you grab his wrist and bring his attention back to you. He still doesn’t face you. 

“I missed you, you know.”

His arm relaxes, but he still bites back, “You didn’t call.”

“Yeah, well,” you sigh, loosening your hold of his arm and putting your hand on your thigh. “Shit happens. Had a bad first year, lost my phone and nearly everything on it was destroyed, had some shitty boyfriends, worse professors.” You pause your rambling to take your drink back up. “I don’t even have your number anymore. Besides, it’s not like you reached out to me either.”

You expected Rafe to snap back again—nothing too mean, nothing too defensive—but he only sits there, face tight and body rigid. You’ve learned very quickly that this is not the same boy you hugged goodbye three years ago. He’s all rough around the edges now, which isn’t bad on its own, but before, he’d never spend a minute by himself in this house. He didn’t drink his fair share, or any share, really; he had an innocent naïveté about him, now replaced by a thick layer of spite. You’re not sure what you expected to find here, but this might be more than you bargained for. For better or for worse, also unsure.

Annoyed by his silence, you sigh and turn to rustle through your bag. You pause and mumble Where is this fucker, which quickly gets Rafe’s attention: were you expecting company?

He eyes you carefully as you start plucking things from your bag and placing them on the couch in the space between the two of you. He tracks your (new) phone; wired and Bluetooth headphones (because you need both, obviously); your wallet; a few tampons; and car, apartment, and house keys (all separate sans key ring, mind you, which he does find amusingly bland and irresponsible).

When he thinks all you’ve got are the reasonable necessities, you keep going: perfume, sunglasses, a tiny and tattered Moleskine notebook, a black pen (very luxe, he notes), a flask (his eyebrows shoot up at this, and he starts to think you two might be more similar than he imagined); a variety of lip products (did he just count five?), and an Altoids tin. 

Your eyes light up at this item with a triumphant little gasp and he has to remind himself not to fall for you again. She will leave again, he thinks. You pop open the tin and your excitement wanes; inside are about thirty mints. 

“Something wrong?” he asks, not so sure what you’re on the hunt for. He finally caves and turns his body toward you, carefully so as to not disturb your collection. 

You glance back up at him. “No, not at all.” You hold eye contact as you stick out your tongue and place a mint on the plain to taste it.

Rafe knows that he’s definitely in trouble. Are you doing this on purpose now? It’s difficult to swallow and he considers taking a swig of your flask to calm his nerves.

You hold the open tin toward him. “You want one?”

His mouth pops open a little, his brows raise in consideration. He eyes the tin, your lips, the tin, and your lips again. “No,” he says. “Thanks.”

“Alright,” you shrug, closing the tin and adding it to the pile. 

You find what you’re really looking for when you pull out yet another Altoid tin, followed by a metal lighter with a floral pattern engraved on the surface. You place the tin and the lighter on the coffee table, giggling to yourself before shoving the multitude of items back in your purse. 

“What now?”

“Come on, Cameron,” you smirk, “Haven’t figured it out yet?” You cast your purse behind you again before reaching over to the table and grabbing your coupe, tin, and lighter. You take a hearty sip of what’s mostly tequila and nip a cherry off the rim, swallowing the mint down and taking another sip to stave off its flavor.

Rafe keeps his gaze on your mouth, as hard as he tries not to. He considers, if he were to kiss you, whether you’d taste more like citrus, or cherries, or tequila, or mint. He wonders if you’d kiss him back, and if you did, whether you’d tug on his shirt, or bite his lip, or hold his jaw, or press your hips into his. His fantasies are only heightened when you lean closer to him, and you keep leaning closer, and he doesn’t know what to do other than watch you in awe and wait for what’s next. His breath gets caught in his throat and he has to lean backwards or else he’ll burn from your touch.

Relief and a little disappointment washes over him upon realizing you’re only setting your glass down behind him. He’s suddenly sixteen again, awkward and lanky, pining after his eighteen-year-old neighbor, listening to the music she listens to and reading the books she reads and puffing out his chest to try and compare to her boyfriend. He wonders what happened to the guy, whether the breakup was messy or if you’re still on good terms. You smell like oranges and patchouli and marijuana. 

“Rafe,” you snip, a little louder than normal to get his attention. “You listening?”

“What?” The tin is open now, he realizes. Inside he counts four joints. “Oh.”

You furrow your brows. “You okay there?”

He nods his head. “Yeah, just zoned out for a second.”

Insufficient answer, but it’ll do. “I’m assuming you smoke?”

“What makes you think that?” His smile tells you that you’re right. 

“The whole buzz cut thing makes you seem the bad boy type. Bad boys typically smoke.” 

You flick open the lighter and spark your joint, inhaling deeply as you take the joint between your pointer and middle finger. You close your eyes, tilt your head back, and exhale, enchanting the boy in front of you all over again, for maybe the third or fourth time tonight. 

He reaches for the joint, but you hold it away. “Nuh-uh,” you croon. “Everything comes with a price, little Cameron.”

He stares back at you, unconvinced.

“Tell me something interesting and I’ll let you have it.” You smile, trying to peel back the shell he built.

“That’s stupid.”

“Oh, shut up. I haven’t seen you in three years.” You lift the joint to your mouth again, watching Rafe watch you. You blow the smoke in his face to spite him. “Humor me.”

“You first, then.”

You roll your eyes, but you oblige. “My intro to philosophy professor tried to flirt with me at a bar a couple months ago.” His face goes sour. “I was bartending, too, so it was really awkward serving this guy in his fifties or sixties who’d read my musings on Plato a couple years ago. Whiskey neat, in case you’re curious.”

“Did he know it was you?” he asks, a little defensive.

You shake your head, waving him off. “Don’t think so. I’m sure he would’ve ran the other way had he known. My essays at eighteen were terrible.”

Rafe gives you a smile that says too much to decipher. “I had a girlfriend,” he offers, “like, a month after you left.”

“Oh?” Sarah never told you this. “Do tell.”

He blushes, reconsidering how much he wants to tell you about another girl. He probably shouldn’t have brought it up. “She was in my grade, but I don’t think you knew her. She was new that year.”

“Hm, a shame. You take her out on dates? Drive her around, write her love songs?” You giggle to yourself at the thought of him head over heels for a girl.

But he’s not too keen on the idea of giving details. “Can I take a hit now?” His eyes bounce between your hand and your eyes, which still show no signs of any high or inebriation.

He expects you to pass the joint over to him, but instead you lean in closer, putting your weight on your free hand as you lift your fingers to his lips. “You still haven’t learned how to ask nicely,” you quip. 

He takes the joint in his mouth, taking his hit with one hand holding your arm in place, as if you’d cheat him. He keeps his eyes on yours until you bite at your lip and smile. Smoke stays trapped in his lungs for one, two, three, and he’s breathing out as you’re already having another go. 

“You hold it like a cigarette,” he notes for no particular reason.

You shrug. “Habit. Plus, it’s sexier this way.” You smirk when he doesn’t deny it. 

He noticed that you’ve moved closer again, bringing your body forward with your hands instead of reeling the latter back in. Your knee is almost touching his. “You smoke cigarettes?”

You shake your head and reach for your glass, sipping and taking another cherry. “Used to, for like a year. Bad time. I didn’t sleep much.”

“Hm.” He can tell you don’t want him to press further.

“You?” You lift your glass to his lips and watch as he takes your last cherry. 

“No,” he swallows, shaking his head as you down the last of your drink. “Some other stuff…” He considers whether he should tell you, whether revealing that side of him would turn you away. “I’ve…” You’re paying close attention to him, but his resolve is waning. “It doesn’t matter.”

You’re not sure what he’s hiding but you figure it’s sensitive. You don’t remember the last time you saw him so uneasy, and your face softens out of consideration. He must’ve been through a lot, you think; he’s not a little kid in your passenger seat anymore. “Okay,” you say, not quite satisfied but not willing to show it, and you start to breathe into your high. 

Rafe gives you a look as if it were his turn, and you decide that it probably is. It’s only fair. With the joint still tethered to your mouth, you sit up onto your knees and shift closer to the boy, smirking as his head tilts back to look up at you. He breathes a little heavier, unsure what to anticipate as his chest goes a little ragged. What else is he supposed to do when your body is two inches from his, when you loom over him and look better than he’s ever imagined?

He’s grown more mature, into a boy you’d probably fall for, hard, had you not been through this before, and had you not known him since forever ago. It’s almost taboo, giving yourself over to him in his parent’s house the first day you’re back in town, but you’ll have the whole summer to fix it. Or make it worse. 

You draw your hands to his neck, gentle as you feel him tense. Plucking the joint from your lips with one hand, you hold his jaw in the other. You’ve settled between his legs and are nearly straddling him like you own him. It’s your turn to feel your heart racing now, for he’s built up a little more courage with your move on him and holds your waist in his hands.

His fingers slip below the hem of your tank top, and his touch feels good enough to hate. He’s grown to be much bigger, much more muscular than you, his fingers now adorned with rings that are chill to the touch. You’re more than happy to sink lower and closer into his lap, letting his hands dance up your waist and bringing his eyes lower to your body, almost put in a trance.

His hands want more, he can’t get enough, yet all you’ve done is let him get close to you. He looks up at you and lets his jaw go slack as you lean further into him, grazing your lips by his as you exhale into his mouth. It’s as if he’s forgotten what it means to breathe, and his eyes slip closed like this is a kiss. 

He has to remind himself it isn’t, but it could be, but it isn’t. Your back starts to arch as his arms fully wrap around you now, pressing you hot against his chest as blood runs south. He hasn’t done this before, or at least it feels like he hasn’t. At this point it wouldn’t matter to him if he had, because he’s sure it could’ve never felt this good before, not when your hand takes hold of his neck and pull him back to look at you. He’s inhaled all that you gave him, and he can’t quite tell whether his head is spinning and his heart is racing and his hands are burning because of the weed, or if he never lost his childish little crush on you after all. Maybe this is turning into more than a helpless crush.

You’re smiling down at him, a little surprised at the escalation but not at all disappointed, and as he exhales you lean behind him one last time to place the joint in the ashtray you’ve only just noticed. You tap it gently so as to keep it from burning and preserve the rest. When you come back to him he relishes in your hands pressing into his chest, his hands on your hips and rubbing your thighs. He could get used to this. 

As always, you don’t let him. You check the time on your watch—the watch he gifted you as a going-away present—and know that your parents are expecting you. 

They’re also expecting you to be sober, but that expectation is a little low. Maybe you’ll give Rafe a few stories next time you come around. 

You sigh as you start shifting out of his grasp. He knows better than to fight you, but a pout forms on his face as you lift yourself from his lap and begin reaching for your purse. He’s kind enough to hand you your lighter. 

You smile and toss it into the mess of your purse, brushing your hair out of your face. “Thanks, Cameron.”

He still hasn’t moved from his place on the couch like it’ll keep you from leaving. “Your parents want you back?” Oh, how he knows you so well.

“Unfortunately.” You open the door to head back inside and give him a pointed look when he doesn’t stand. “Are you not going to walk me out?”

He follows without commenting on your demand, fighting to hide a smile as he shuts the door behind him. He doesn’t remember when he started listening to what people asked him to do, but he decides it’s a bit easier when it’s coming from you. “Are you sure you should be walking home by yourself?”

“It’s a two-minute walk, I think I’ll be okay.” You note that he’s a lot cuter when he cares. It’s a little less him, but it’s sweet. 

Heading down the stairs behind you, he stays adamant in his position. He doesn’t know whether he’s all that worried about your immediate safety or if he's fighting for a reason to hold back another good-bye. “It’s more dangerous when you’re not sober.”

You act as if you didn’t hear him because you know he hates it, humming a tune he should know. Life’s a lot more fun when you get under his skin, especially when he goes ahead and lets you. “I’ve done this before, you know. And a lot worse.” 

It dawns on him that he doesn’t know as much about you as he thought he did. You open the door, but he turns you around and keeps it half-way shut before you can slip out. You’re waiting for him to say something, but he seems to have only thought up to this point.

He settles on, “I missed you,” and it’s clear he’s stumbling for something to fill the silence. He doesn’t expect a reaction. He doesn’t expect it when you stand on your toes and loop your arms around his neck; he doesn’t expect you to pull him down to lean over you with his hands wrapped around your waist again, like they’re meant to be there and never leave; he doesn’t expect your lips against his, kissing him one, two, three times as they chip away at what’s left of his sanity; he doesn’t expect you to pull away from the kiss so soon, patting his chest and looking up at him like it wasn’t you who reeled him in so tight and without warning, like you don’t know how willing he is for you.

“I know,” you answer, smiling wider than you’d like to admit. You try opening the door again and he’s too stunned to stop you, so you turn to see his face one more time—eyes wide, cheeks red, jaw slack, smile pretty enough to taste (again). “I’ll see you tomorrow, Cameron. Enjoy the cookies.”

Rafe stands frozen and a little dazed. The sound of the door slamming shut reminds him that you’re gone again. His lips feel electric and he’s starting to crave a tequila sunrise.

[covenscribe]

Amour | Tiefling (Allegedly) | Extra Dragony Draconic Sorcerer | They/Them | ~28

What is your Tav’s…

FAVORITE WEAPON: Amour's favored weapon is a pair of black stiletto (Italian style) daggers.

MOST PRIZED POSSESSION: Their daggers and armor. Amour doesn't have a lot of possessions that are strictly theirs because living at the brothel is more of a communal space.

DEEPEST DESIRE: Genuine connection honestly. Their entire life they have felt disconnected from the world around them, being told they were born wrong, constantly rejected by family and betrayed by former friends. They don't think connection is meant for them anymore.

GUILTY PLEASURE: Sherry and rich desserts like chocolate

BEST-KEPT SECRET: Blood magic, until the results of it make their life to hellish of course ;)

GREATEST STRENGTH: Charisma lol

FATAL FLAW: Self sacrificial tendencies

FAVORITE SMELL: Apple cider

FAVORITE SPELL OR CANTRIP: Fireball, classic "To whom it may concern Fuck You"

PET PEEVE: Being treated like they are stupid or incompetent

BAD HABIT: Drinking a lil too much, taking on too much responsibility at once, sneaking cookies from the pantry

HIDDEN TALENT: They worked at the sharess caress they have many ;p but for real its the blood magic and they hate it

LEISURE ACTIVITY: Napping lol and baking cookies

FAVORITE DRINK: Sherry or Tequila Sunrises

COMFORT FOOD: Cookies, loves chocolate chip and snicker doodles

FAVORITE PERSON(S): asking them to choose is so mean

FAVORED DISPLAY OF AFFECTION (PLATONIC AND/OR ROMANTIC): Kisses! Cheek kisses and forehead kisses for platonic affection. Second favorite is picking people up in hugs

FONDEST CHILDHOOD MEMORY: That one time Amour and Rugan stole cookies from the bakery with other Urchin kids

I was tagged more than once and I am so sorry this took me forever

Tagging: @rasaltav @thedragonagelesbian @haarleps @bootheminiaturegiantspacehamster

[edgessunflower]

Cookies

Pairing: Stephanie McMahon x Fem reader

Description: You and Steph make cookies together spending your first holidays together

A warm smell flows throughout your shared apartment as your girlfriend Steph walks from lunch with her parents and brother smiling when she walks around the corner to see you baking in the kitchen. "I thought we'd make some cookies as part of your new tradition and our first Christmas together" her heart melts at the action and thought before taking off her heels and jacket washing her hands as you check on the chocolate chip cookies in the oven and take out the adorable christmas shaped cookies decorating them, some brownies, and small cupcakes spending the evening laughing, listening to music, and dancing before the two of you were cuddled in bed watching movies until you both were passed out waking up the next morning with smiles getting ready and having breakfast before leaving and heading to the arena for Raw placing the baked sweets out near all the locker room enjoying a small bite of chocolate when you see Chyna and Billy Gunn who were dear friends to you laughing as they hug you before grabbing a cupcake and cookie telling you to please make more baked goods laughing as they walk away turning when you hear a familiar yell turning to see Jericho who hands you a tequila sunrise laughing with a confused smile when you hear him say that he managed to get The undertaker to make some drinks after finding out that he was into quite a bit of bar mixology. As you sip on the beverage from jericho and talk to Lita outside the Hardy's locker room you hear a big conversation at the snack table turning to see Bradshaw and Farooq, The brood, Jacqueline, Test, Albert, and Trish Stratus surrounding the table laughing as Edge jogs to you "Oh my god you need to bring these on our longer days and our parties, plus they remind me of my mom's baking" your heart swells at the endearment giggling as edge lifts in a hug not seeing steph take a picture of the moment while she talks with Hunter and X-pac before the two of you were in your locker room with some chocolate chip cookies and caramel macadamia nut brownies leading to sharing to a extra sweet soft kiss between the two of you before your match against Ivory winning the match for the women's intercontinental championship match against Trish Stratus feeling over the moon as you change and head home sharing takeout dinner with steph along with a joint and champagne before making more cookies the rest of the night together.

[butterpretzel-cookie]

As I am now officially a SparkVamp blog (/hj), Throw back to the time I had so many ideas for their fankids that I couldn’t choose and just went “Fuck it” and made all of them

[cognacdelights]

until the tequila sunrise

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summary: it’s the fourth of july in the outer banks and indie and jj are celebrating with all of their friends with drinking games, sparklers and fireworks. however, indie and jj decide to take their celebrating into the next morning after one too many tequila sunrises. 

warnings: swearing. sexual references. dirty talk. sexual content. unprotected sex. drunk sex. exhibitionism. rough sex/rough oral sex. hair pulling kink. 

author’s note: a day late once again (would it even be me if i’m not late to the party?) but i hope you enjoy! as always, please feel free to leave a comment or a reblog with your thoughts or come talk to me in my ask box! i love hearing from you guys! 

The Fourth of July was arguably the pinnacle of summer for anyone. Yes, it marked the beginning of the dog days of July and served as a reminder that the precious weeks of summer were passing by in a whirlwind of baking hot temperatures — but it was an occasion worth celebrating. Perhaps the original meaning behind the holiday weekend had long since lost its traditional meaning — or, at the very least, become an excuse to party — but it had transformed into an occasion which reinforced spending time with loved ones, and cherishing that time together by making memories; large, family gatherings, cook outs on the beach, drinking strong Margaritas out of fish-bowl-sized glasses as the grill sizzled and spat with the dripping fats of the meat, an influx of flag-themed decorations covering everything you could possibly think of, lighting sparklers under the silver streaks of moonlight, and watching the grand display of fireworks over the placid waters.

Many of Indie’s favourite memories were from the Fourth of July of years past. The very earliest memory of the patriotic holiday weekend that she could remember was one of the few, remaining memories she had of her mother; they had held a small gathering at The Chateau for their friends and neighbours for which her mom had made a celebratory cake with whipped cream icing and fresh strawberries as decoration. She’d let her sit up on the worn countertops and help decorate, sneaking fingerfuls of the icing. Throughout the day, someone had been stealing little, finger-sized bits of the vanilla icing from the very top of the cake — and, of course, it was little, five-year-old Indie Routledge; she was caught red-handed, finger in the cake and icing around her mouth, by her mom. So, Indie did what Indie did best and flashed her innocent smile and big, mahogany eyes and it was laughed off. Just like that. Although, the cake was swiftly moved out of her reach for the rest of the afternoon and she was hastily guided away from the buffet table to play in the kiddie pool.

And, just like the decadently iced cake, the banana cream pie had several finger-sized chunks of filling missing as it stood in the cool of the kitchen. She watched carefully as she poured her pre-mixed virgin tequila sunrise into her fancy-shaped glass, then garnished with a sweet cherry on a stick and a tiny flag. Turning on the heels of her bare feet, she made her way back towards the fridge — swiping a fingerful of the cream on her way. She licked her finger with a satisfied smile upturning the corners of her glass-glazed lips as she indulged in the sweet banana filling.

“Some things never change,” John B’s deep chuckled reverberated around the kitchen as he stepped through the open, sliding French doors at just the perfect moment to catch her in the act. A knowing smirk contorted his tanned features as he recalled the countless memories he had of catching his little sister with her impatient fingers in the dessert; no matter what it was — lemon cheesecake, a cookie pie, or a black forest gateau — if it was in the Routledge household, there were guaranteed to be tiny, little finger-sized pieces of filling missing.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she responded with a dulcet giggle. She turned to face him — an angelic glimmer occupying the amber speckles of her eyes and a feigned look of innocence plastered across her face. She knew damned well that she had been caught in the act, exactly as she had in her treasured memory, but over her dead and lifeless body would she ever confess to the crime.

“Yeah, you do,” he accused playfully, “there’s still cream on your finger.”

She sucked the remainder of the sweet cream from her finger before flashing an imperious grin — her head cocked ever so slightly to the side, “what cream?” Even in her twenties, she was still as mischievous as ever, and still a master of the butter wouldn’t melt look. Something which her daughter had very obviously inherited from her; as they say — like mother like daughter.

Then, with her full to the very brim mocktail in her hand, she made her way back out onto the lightwood decking. Indie perched herself back down on the soft, cream cushions of the wicker furniture in her previous place, nestled between Cleo and Kiara. Her bare, lemon-painted toes once again stretched over her long-time friend, Kiara’s, lap — and dangled mid-air as her golden, moon charm anklet jingled with every slight movement. She leant herself backwards against the plush cushion, her head falling backwards as her dark lashes fluttered closed, and soaked up the gloriously scorching, midday sun.

“Ugh, I wish I had time for sex—” Liberty complained with a dramatic sigh as she gently bounced a propped up Tilly in her lap, “—I’ve been working mostly nights lately and barely even get to see my man, let alone jump his bones. Death Valley has more life than my sex life right now.” Then, as if she hadn’t just unloaded such inappropriate information, she peered downwards — grinning animatedly at the bouncing baby. Her loose, ringlet-like curls fell in front of her face and bounced vigorously as she mimicked Tilly’s excited gurgles.

“I’m sorry—” Kiara apologised in advance, “—but I still can’t imagine Pope having sex. He’s still the awkward kid who talked to girls about dead bodies at the boneyard to me.”

“Or the guy who refused to rub my tanning oil in because he was afraid of my brother,” Indie added, a subtle smile playing on her lips as she faintly recalled the times in which a nervous Pope would blurt out the most absurd excuses as to why he couldn’t rub her tanning oil in. Then, her full lips twitched once more with a brisk exhilaration as she remembered how JJ would nonchalantly offer to instead. A layer of goosebumps rose along her skin as her free nipples perking ever so slightly as she recalled the rough touch of the palms of his hands as they glided along her own, sun-drenched skin — and how his dauntless fingers would slip beneath the meagre fabric of her bikini, his thumb delicately grazing over her taut nipples as he massaged her breasts.

Liberty’s let out one of her infectious laughs before rolling her eyes in a light-hearted manner. “Hey! Pope is a good lay, and he’s very handsy too. When we do get to have sex, he does this thing with his tongue on my you know and it feels like heaven. He’s just respectful of other people, that’s all.”

“Oh—” Indie taunted playfully, “—she likes being disrespected. She’s got a degradation kink.”

“I starved myself of sex during finals and let me tell you—” Madi chipped into the conversation with a cheerful tone, “—the first time we did it after… best orgasm of my life. It was like I was a born-again virgin experiencing everything for the first time again. Me and John B went for hours that night. He did the pillow thing — you know, under the hips trick? And then he had my legs over his shoulders. Hit me with the slow and steady rhythm. Fuck— I’ve never had sex like it.”

“I’ve never been more disgusted in my life,” Indie grimaced at the mention of her brother’s sexual exploits — eyes remaining firmly closed as she continued to bask in the ethereal rays of sunlight.

Madi giggled amused, “your brother fucks. It’s not that hard to believe.”

“Oh, it is—” she responded with a dulcet laugh, “—I grew up with him. That fucker is gross as fuck. I’m just shocked that he isn’t still a virgin. No one should want to go near a man who had a mullet up until he was thirteen and only showered once a week. And that’s on a good week.”

“JJ’s pouring the liquid Firestarter on the grill,” Cleo commentated the men’s actions as she observed with a keen eye. Her slightly drunken gaze watched on as the tousle-haired blonde squirted a generous amount of the flammable liquid onto the steadily burning embers of the grill— causing the flames to flare up with a wild and dramatic sizzle. “Drink,” she commanded with a sing-song tone of voice.

Indie reluctantly allowed her thick, mascara-coated lashes to flutter open as she straightened her posture. Holding her non-alcoholic mocktail up to her gloss-covered lips, she attempted to find the metal straw. Then, in unison, they all took a long and indulgent sip of their respective drinks. It led to a moment of silence as everyone but a sober Indie took a brief second to let the strong alcohol sink in — the quiet groans of a strong, alcoholic taste settling on their tongue and the invigorating burn of liquor trickling down their throat filling the gap in conversation.

“Anyways—” Madi brought the conversation back to their previous, scandalous topic of their sexual exploits with a jesting accusation, “—you’re just jealous because you don’t get your back blown out anymore and I do.”

An audacious half-smirk crept across the young Routledge sibling’s doll-like features as she peered across the glass-topped, wicker table at Madi, her mischievous eyes meeting with hers over the rim of her cocktail glass. “Please—” her gaze rolled upwards, towards the glorious heavens, before focusing back on the fair brunette across from her, “I do just fine, thank you very much.” She took another, quick sip of her virgin tequila sunrise before continuing — ready to spill all of the salacious details, “just this morning me and JJ took a shower together. Had me pinned up against the tiles, taking me from behind. And you don’t even wanna know what he did to me last night.” The very corners of her full lips quirked upwards even further as her complacent smirk consumed her sunkissed features. “Spat in my pussy and called me his dirty, little whore before railing me on the couch.”

“Jesus, you’re having more sex than me and I haven’t just had a baby—” Kiara informed, disappointment weighing heavy in her tone, “I haven’t had sex in so long I think my vagina’s shrivelled up and died.”

“That’s why we keep saying you should let Lib set you up with the girl from work. She’s not going to be single forever,” Madi encouraged, gently nudging her sock-covered foot against the raven-haired girl’s thigh. “You’re gonna have to put yourself back out there eventually, or you’re going to end up a crazy, old cat lady who beats people with her purse for littering on the beach.”

“Yeah—” Cleo continued with the encouragement, coiling her long, tight braids around her hand and securing them in a loose, top-knot style bun, “—it’s just one date. If you don’t like her then you don’t have to see her again. It’s just a bit of fun and it don’t hurt to try.”

Kiara let out a deep exhale, her exposed shoulders slumping down heavily, “I’ll think about it.” She pressed her plump lips together in a contemplative straight line, leisurely stirring the half-melted cubes of ice around her balloon glass, before finally admitting, “I haven’t been on a date since Alyssa. I wouldn’t even know what to do or say.”

“Just have fun. Ask questions and get to know her. But don’t interview her. Let her do the talking but also don’t say nothing. You’ll be fine when you’re in the moment, trust me. You’re just nervous because it’s been a while.” Liberty always had a way of comforting someone; she was such a kind and loving soul that had so much love to give. She also radiated positivity and optimism; she was most definitely the uplifting ray of sunshine within their family-like friendship group.

“Where do you even take someone on a first date?” she questioned with a curious tone of voice.

“Don’t ask me—” Indie let out a lone laugh as she sipped her sweet-tasting cocktail through her straw once more, “—I didn’t get a first date. I just got fingered on the couch with a hand over my mouth and reruns of an old football game in the background.”

“Ever the romantic is JJ,” Madi jested.

Liberty posed a genuine question as Tilly wrapped her tiny fingers around her forefinger in a vice-like grip and waved her arm around — gurgles of satisfaction pouring from out her mouth, “what are you going to tell Tilly when she asks?”

“Anything but that.”

“John B’s shirt’s come off—” Kiara announced — continuing to watch as his garish, rubber-duck-patterned shirt was thrown nonchalantly over his burly shoulder and swiftly replaced with his infamous, naked chef apron, “—and the grilling apron is on.”

“That’s two drinks,” Cleo enthusiastically informed. She sat forwards, perching on the very edge of the cream cushions, and reached for the half-filled pitcher of pina colada. With a slow and enticing pour, she refilled her empty glass to the very brim — garnishing the cool beverage with a fresh cocktail stick flag and hitching a slice of lime onto the rim. Then, the five of them once again, in unison, took two sips of their respective cocktails and mocktails.

“You know—” Madi began, her throat still feeling the strong burn of the coconut rum as she spoke, “—this is going straight to my pussy. I’m starting to think he looks good in that god awful apron.”

Indie mocked once more with a melodious and tuneful voice, “I’m grossed out again.”

“I’m with Indie—” Kiara agreed with an entertained laugh and a subtle smile, “—that apron is a huge ick.”

“You’re completely ignoring the bigger ick here… John B,” the youthful Routledge girl teased once more.

“So, going back to this first date thing—” Liberty brough the conversation back to it’s previous topic, much to Kiara’s upmost dismay, “—any suggestions?”

“She’s not even agreed to go out with me yet. I’ve not even agreed to go out with her yet,” the raven-haired girl let out another, deep exhale as she folded her arms across her chest. Her dark, mocha eyes widened slightly in emphasis of her point as she stared down both Madi and Liberty — who were seated on the wicker furniture directly across from her.

“You want something chill where you can just hangout. Dinner dates are way too much pressure, especially when you’ve been out of the game a while,” Madi gave her input.

“Something fun like mini golf, or that bar downtown that has the arcade games in it?” Cleo suggested, her thick eyebrows raised inquisitively.

“Oh, I know that place—” Liberty perked up, her signature, wide smile upturning her full lips, “—me and Pope went there a couple of months back. It’s really cool. She’d be down for something like that.”

“Okay, fine—” Kiara caved in with an obvious reluctance, uncertainty seeping through her defeated tone of voice, “—set it up. But if it goes badly, I’m blaming all of you.”

“You’ll be fine—” Indie chuckled, gently ruffling her fingers through Kiara’s long ringlets, “—as long as you cheer up before you meet her.” Another, dulcet giggle slipped from between her gloss-glazed lips as the older girl retreated from her reach, desperately swatting her manicured hands aways whilst attempting to keep her half-filled glass upright in the process. “You have to at least act excited for the date in front of her.”

Their salacious conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Pope. He casually sauntered over — metal tongs in one hand and his ‘Grill Master’ apron tied over his floral-print shirt. He placed a serving plate of what appeared to be jerk seasoned chicken thighs down on the glass-topped table, before poising his favourite pair of tongs and clearing his throat. “Time to put in your orders, ladies,” he announced with a proud grin, “JJ’s got the grill up and running.”

A loud chorus of laughs erupted from the wicker seating area. Their intoxicated giggles sounded throughout the cul-de-sac, capturing the attention of a previous sleeping Axel, as they all leaned forwards. Their cocktail — and mocktail in Indie’s case — filled glasses clinked together as they sent knowing grins back and forth, before taking a drink. However, this time, instead of take a mere one or two sips, all five of them continued on — emptying the remainders of their glasses. One by one they each placed their now empty glasses atop the coffee table, drunken giggles still slipping from between their lips.

“Another round of drinks it seems,” Liberty answered with a teasing tone and a devilish twinkle illuminating the golden speckles of her eyes.

“And one of John B’s steaks,” Madi made her request. In the same breath, she turned her attention from the taller, tong-baring man back to her friends as a somewhat gratified half-smirk curled her lips upwards, “he’s been practicing his marinades and rubs for the past three weeks to get them perfect.”

“That in itself is worth at least two drinks,” Kiara mocked with yet another amused laugh — the generous portions of liquor flowing freely through her veins.

“What’s going on?” Pope questioned, confusion lacing his deep tone.

“You don’t wanna know.”

It was later that night — when the cloudless, cerulean sky had long since dissolved into the deep sapphire of night and the sprinkles of twinkling stars were beginning to peek through. The once hot and sultry atmosphere had dissipated into an occasional, comfortable breeze as the green foliage of the surrounding trees rustled softly with the nonchalant wind. A subtle waft of burning embers danced through the summer as the gentle flames of the lit fire pit flickered with the ocean draught, followed by the indulgent aroma of the leftovers that lay heaped atop the silver-plated serving plates. It was the epitome of a July night; lukewarm and cosy, with the comforts of home-grilled food and the company of loved ones.

Indie stood from the comfort of the plush, cream cushions and strolled leisurely towards the very edge of the decking. A tired Tilly lay against her chest — freshly changed into her new, flamingo-printed pyjamas and contentedly sucking on her favourite pacifier. Her reddened, chubby cheek lay against the bare skin of Indie’s chest as her tiny, doll-like features nuzzled themselves further into the crook of her neck. She placed a soft kiss against her warm forehead and gave her daughter a gentle bounce. Then, with a disturbed half-gurgle and half-shriek, the dark-haired infant perked up ever so slightly. Her tired eyes opened and focused on the events surrounding her as Indie rubbed comforting circles against her back.

Stepping across the freshly mown grass, JJ brandished several unlit sparklers and an excited grin etched across his chiselled jawline. He swiftly made his way up the wooden steps of the decking and joined his soon-to-be wife at the railings. His smile widened further as his hazy eyes set upon his daughter — a similarly mischievous smile plastering itself across her face the very second that he came into her eyeline, and her cinnamon eyes wide with excitement. Incoherent gurgles spilled from between her full, rosy lips as her tiny hand reached outwards. She cleverly attempted to reach for the unlit sparklers, and her grasped the very bottom with a rigid and unyielding grip.

“You want Daddy to light them for you?” he asked — his voice as animated as ever as he directed his words towards Tilly. Once again, he was met with a chorus of unintelligible gurgles and excited squeals as her big, doe-like eyes peered upwards at him with an almost beg-like glint hidden within them. Gently, he pinched her flushed cheek between his ring-cladded thumb and forefinger before ever so carefully grazing the pad of his thumb across her silk-like skin. “Daddy make sparkles for you,” he reconfirmed with a slight slur to his words.

Once more, he was met with a stimulated squeal as she flailed her arms around — still death-gripping the very end of the sparklers.

With a gentle touch, he pried the unlit sparklers free of her vice-like hands before retrieving his old, Zippo lighter from the depths of his shorts pockets. With an ever so effortless flick of his thumb, he pulled back the engraved, silver cap that guarded the lighter, and repeated his actions. A small flame erupted from the small, metal lighter and captured Tilly’s attention immediately. Her dark pupils focused instantly on the small, flickering flame as JJ brought it up to the end of one of the sparklers and set it alight.

The very second that the stick set alight and began spitting out bright, effervescent sparks, Tilly was utterly fascinated. Excited squeals and happy gurgles spilled from out her mouth as she followed the sparks. Her tiny hand reached out once more to grab a hold of the end — blissfully unaware of the danger as her fingers wiggled back and forth; it was the universal signal for Tilly wants.

Indie let out a soft, dulcet laugh as she gently cupped her hand over Tilly’s wriggling fingers, “no, baby.” Her tone was soothing and soft as she placed another, loving kiss into her thick, brunette strands and mumbled, “that’s too hot for Tilly.”

JJ languidly moved the sparkler backwards so that it was just out of his curious daughter’s reach and continued to make swirling, cursive patterns with the sparks. Tilly, of course, was transfixed — her inquisitive eyes never once leaving the spark-filled path of the sparkler. A wide, face-consuming grin stretched across her fair complexion as she continued to suck on her pacifier, the heavy eyes and tiredness seemingly a distant memory. As the sparks came to an end, dissipating into the darkness as they reached the very end of the sparkler, he swiftly lit another one. For a brief moment, Tilly let out a saddened squawk before the sparks reignited and she was entertained once again.

His watch-clad wrist flicked back and forth as he carefully spelt out ‘Tilly Adelaide Maybank’ for her. Of course, the smiling, little mite had no idea what it read, but nevertheless the tepid, July night was filled with her animated squeals and excited gurgles as she watched the sparks fly intently. A content grin fixed itself in place across his stubble-lined complexion as each and every one of her little, happy noises tugged on his heart strings; there was just something so utterly rewarding about hearing those cheerful gurgles that made him feel as though he was doing something right. She truly was such a happy, sweet baby and it was undeniable, even to him, just how well the pair of them had bonded in such a short period of time. Tilly loved her daddy, and JJ loved making these irreplaceable memories with her.

“Are you ready for the fireworks?” John B hollered eagerly from the very bottom of the freshly mown grass; a box of long-stemmed matches clasped in his ring-cladded hands. Across the length of the thriving lawn, there were several rows of at-home fireworks placed — ready to be set alight and colour the dark sapphire heavens above in celebration.

“Yeah, I think so,” JJ shouted back in response, taking his rightful place beside his beloved fiancé on the decking. His burly, tattooed arm casually crept around her waistline and the warm palm of his hand rested gently against her hipbone as his stubble-lined lips pressed sweet, but alcohol-laced, kisses against her temple. A low chuckle resonated through the very depths of the back of his throat as Tilly’s little hand reached out towards him once more — instinctively making grabbing gestures towards his silver cross chain that she so desperately adored holding onto. JJ merely patted the very tip of her button nose with his finger, eliciting a high-pitched squeal of excitement from his daughter.

The wailing screams of the bottle rockets filled the tepid air as they were set alight one by one — shooting upwards into the dark abyss of the night sky before exploding. Electric crimsons, vibrant azures, and bright whites patriotically filled the heavens above with a cacophonous bang, capturing the infant’s attention. Tilly’s doe eyes darted upwards and watched with a wonderous awe as the black canvas above was painted with a host of magnificent colours. She thoroughly loved it; her rosy complexion was plastered with a cheeky smile as she reached her arm outwards once more, attempting to grab onto the exploding fireworks above with little, grabbing motions.

“You like that, baby?” Indie’s admiration-filled gaze flicked between the extravagant display above and her daughter’s reaction, a look of contentment contorting her features. A warm, fuzz-like sensation filled her chest and wrapped itself around her heart as she immersed herself in the moment; she couldn’t quite put her finger on exactly what it was — all she knew was that it was overwhelming to the point that she felt it was going to burst through her chest and take her happy, beating heart with it.

It was a lovely, wholesome moment between a soon-to-be married couple and their daughter; it was a loving memory that both Mom and Dad would cherish for years to come; it was just a little, small moment in time, but it meant the absolute world to the pair of them.

As the sun peeked up through a haze of magnificent magentas and striking corals over in the distant horizon, the morning songbirds chirped their cheerful tunes and a significantly cooler breeze whipped through the quiet and sleepy cul-de-sac — whistling through the luscious branches of the surrounding oak trees. It was peacefully serene as the very early hours of the fifth began to roll around on the small island of Kildare. The backyard remained a messy reminder of the previous day’s celebrations; the sharp and pungent aroma of a freshly died out grill lingered within the air as paper plates and discarded, half-empty cocktail glasses littered every available surface, and the flag-themed decorations stay hung across the tall, barrier-like fence.

Her infamously mischievous giggle filled the otherwise tranquil serenity, disrupting the tuneful melodies of the tweeting birds. She stumbled several steps across the varnished, wooden decking — a three-quarter-full glass of a strong tequila sunrise clasped between her manicured fingers. She was undoubtedly drunk; after a last minute visit from Ms Lana and her husband, Scooter, Tilly had embarked on an impromptu sleepover — leaving a still sober Indie free to indulge in the alcoholic beverages. Oh, and that the doe-eyed brunette did. She laced her pitcher of virgin tequila sunrise with an overly generous helping of liquor, and now four glasses into her strong concoction, she had more than made up for her hours spent sober.

A sultry glaze consumed her dark, umber eyes as she peered down at her loving fiancé, a wicked half-smirk curling the corner of her plump lips upwards. She placed one unsteady foot in front of the other until she reached the wicker couch. Sinking her slender silhouette downwards, one exposed knee fell down onto the plush cushion beside his shorts-clad thigh as her freshly manicured fingers found themselves gripping onto his bare shoulder — steadying herself. Her other knee followed suit, resting on the opposing side of his other muscular thigh as she allowed herself to hover over his warm and welcoming lap.

“Hello, you,” JJ rasped lowly, his ring-cladded hands instinctively finding their way to settle atop the curvatures of her voluptuous hips. They remained still for a brief moment before audaciously wandering higher; the very tips of his long fingers dragged upwards against the outline of her silhouette — tracing her sensual curves up to the rounds of her free and perky breasts before leisurely making their way back down again. One paw-like palm rested against her protruding hipbone, just as before, whilst the other lustfully slipped beneath the hemline of her milkmaid-style dress. The rough pads of his thumb grazed ever so delicately over the bare skin of her upper thigh — sending an invigorating rush of electricity coursing throughout her body.

“Hi,” she breathed out in response. Her breath was sugary and sweet-smelling — the tequila sunrise evidently lingering on her tongue. The same wicked grin plastered itself across her sun-drenched features as the golden speckles of her doe-like eyes burned with an insatiably devilish flame. She nonchalantly brought her highball glass up closer as her plump, rosy lips effortlessly found the metal straw and took a generous sip — her fervent gaze remaining fixed on his as her other hand hooked around the very back of his neck, her gentle palm flat against his skin.

He slowly dragged his tongue along the length of his bottom lip, “have I told you how fucking good you look in this dress?” His hazy line of vision dropped leisurely to her perky breasts, shamelessly admiring her taut nipples as they pressed against the thin, ivory fabric of her dress.

“Mhmm,” she hummed lightly, a teasing flirtatiousness to her tone, “you don’t have to.” Her sinful hips rolled themselves steadily against his lap — feeling his hardened dick pressed against her clothed core. She was consumed by a complacent aura as yet another one of her intoxicating, dulcet giggle slipped from between her slightly pouted lips. “You’re dick said it all.”

Indie cocked her head to the side in a somewhat feigned expression of innocence and watched for his reaction with her shining doe eyes. She felt his masterful fingertips creep ever further upwards beneath the floating hemline of her dress and hook themselves into the string-like waistband of her lace patterned thong; he gave it a mischievous pull before letting go, allowing the elasticated fabric to ping gently off her thigh. She bit down into the flesh of her bottom lip in response before leaning in — embracing him in a hot and passionate kiss.

It was most definitely fuelled by lust as they continued to kiss. The pointed tips of his teeth hitched themselves into the plump flush of her bottom lip before dragging themselves backwards — his stubble-lined lips recapturing hers in a sloppy kiss as his grip on her tightened. His palm roughly groped at her voluptuous ass — his uncut nails pressing into her perfect skin and leaving red, crescent-shaped marks. She moaned into his mouth at the pressure, her head tilting backwards and her tousled, chestnut waves falling down her back ever so slightly as they continued to embroil themselves in a salacious lock.

After what felt like an eternity of long, breathless, and sultry kisses, Indie eventually retreated. Her clouded eyes met with his for a brief second before her full, gloss-smeared lips were peppering kisses against his skin. She pressed a swift kiss to his beer-laced lips, before continuing downwards — kissing along his neck and down his throat, over his Adam’s apple and down to the very base of his neck. Her lips reached his bare and sweat-draped chest where she opted to switch up her wicked tactics; she took her hot, wet tongue and trailed it painfully steadily down the length of his toned chest — ensuring to glaze over every muscular ridge of his abdomen. As she seductively descended down his shirtless body, her dainty fingers slipped from around the back of his neck, falling from his shoulder and gently grazing over the new, half-healed tattoo.

JJ let out a husky groan, the fresh ink still slightly irritated by the touch, “careful, pretty mama.”

“Sorry—” she mumbled with a low tone as her rosy lips peppered several kisses at the very end of the short trail of hair — just above the waistline of his black shorts, “—let me make it up to you.”

“I’m definitely not gonna argue with that.” He smirked smugly, his teal eyes holding her gaze as her fingers hooked into the draw-string waistband of his shorts. Nonchalantly, he lifted his hips, and she pulled his shorts down, his Calvin Klein boxers following suit.

Still intently holding his gaze, she coiled her petite hand around the base of his cock and massaged his rigid length. She pressed a soft, sweet kiss to the very tip of his dick — eliciting a deep, throaty groan from the tousle-haired blonde. With a low, sultry laugh, she flicked the very tip of her tongue over the very tip of his cock before swirling her masterful tongue around. She continued to devilishly tease him, taking the head into her mouth, and sucking ever so lightly. She was spurred on by the deep, breath-like moans that spewed from between his thin, stubble-lined lips as his hips bucked lightly upwards — yearning for more.

His ring-cladded fingers found their way into the knotted strands of her hair — his palm pushing flat against the very back of her head as he pushed her down on his eager cock. A loud, rasping groan rattled through the very depths of the back of his throat as the tip of his dick hit against the back of her throat. He continued to push down on the back of her head, and she took the entirety of his thick length into her throat with ease. Then, his stubby fingers clasped the cinnamon knots together tightly and leisurely yanked her head backwards. Once again, he groaned out of sheer elation as she grazed her the tips of her teeth against his length in her retreat. The pair of them persisted in their actions — him pushing down on the back of her head and then yanking her backwards and her grazing the tips of her pearly whites along his length — increasing the pace each time until he was teetering on the very edge of an exhilarating orgasm.

Indie abruptly reached upwards, her dainty palm coiling around his watch-baring wrist tightly and giving two vice-like squeezes. Immediately, JJ released her matted, brunette tresses from his clasp and peered downwards with curious eyes — a slight flicker of concern glazing over his cerulean orbs for a brief moment. However, any piques of concerns were swiftly quashed when she perched herself back in his welcoming lap. Her reddened knees propped themselves either side of his half naked body once more, her thighs splayed apart as she lowered herself down onto his crotch once more — her curvaceous hips moving in such salacious motions that his evidently hard erection rubbed against her clothed heat. A whining, breathy moan slipped from between her lips before she captured him in a fervent embrace once more.

His expert fingers slipped beneath the short, floating hemline of her milkmaid-style dress once more. The pad of his thumb pushed it’s way beneath the elastic, string-like waistband of her thong and languidly ran itself along — falling down as he reached her hankering cunt. The delicate pad of his thumb found it’s way to her pulsating clit and rubbed pleasureful figure eight motions against her most sensitive rosebud of nerves. As the early morning air filled with the whine-like screeches of her moans and the sloppy echoes of their lips smacking together and intertwining with one another in a hot and passionate affair, his forefinger dragged itself along her sopping folds — teasing her desperately yearning core. He slipped his ring-cladded finger with ease and curled it towards him, repeating the sensual motion several times, before retreating back to her swollen clit.

Indie whined against his lips, “I want you inside me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Then, with those hankering words uttered, JJ pushed aside the damp fabric of her lace patterned thong. He carefully positioned himself beneath her desirous pussy — allowing the very tip of his hardened dick to slide along her soaking folds and rub against her delicate bud of nerves. Soft moans spilled from between her full, rosy lips as he proceeded drag the tip of his dick back along her sensitive folds and tease her entrance. He re-positioned himself at the very opening of her heated core and slowly guided her down his thick shaft. An exhilarated, husky groan scratched against the very back of his throat as his ring-cladded fingers once again dug themselves deep into the tanned skin of her waist — easing her grinding-like motions at a steady pace.

The palm of her hand rested flat against his perspiration laced chest as she swiftly picked up her pace, emphatic moans continuing to spew from between her sinful lips. Throwing her head back out of sheer pleasure once more, the knotted ends of her hair fell against her back and her hazy, mahogany eyes rolled upwards towards the awakening heavens. Her gloss-smeared lips hung open ever so slightly as she took laboured, whining breaths in conjunction with each rock of her voluptuous hips, and back arched at an unholy angle. She continued to ride his throbbing length with sensual and masterful strokes — JJ’s hips thrusting upwards at a swift rhythm to match her own as his beer-laced lips placed a lustful trail of kisses along her neck.

The pointed ends of his pearly teeth grazed over a particularly sweet spot of hers, followed by the hot, wet sensation of the very tip of his tongue. His lips swiftly followed, leaving soft, appreciative kisses before slowly transforming into longing sucks and desirous nibbles. “Keep going, sweet girl,” he coaxed with a deep and rasping tone against her tanned skin — his rough and sweaty palms still grasping against her voluptuous ass in a tight grip.

Neither of them lasted much longer — the alcohol in coursing through their veins at a tenfold pace all but pushing over the metaphorical cliff edge; Indie let out whining screeches of unadulterated pleasure as she persisted in her riding rhythm, her tight pussy walls throbbing around his pulsing dick. The euphoric sensation was too much for him to withstand and he — with a loud grunt that resonated from the very depths of the back of his throat — shot his pearly ropes of cum inside of her. His stubby fingers continued to grip in a vice-like hold onto the curves of her waistline, guiding her as she slowed her bouncing pace into a gentle rocking back and forth and her high-pitched wails dissipated into heavy breaths.

She was just about to fall forwards against his toned and muscular chest — exhausted and lured in by the comforting warmth that his body radiated — when a light in the upstairs bedroom of their neighbour’s house appeared. “Shit,” Indie half-muttered half-slurred as she abruptly tore herself away from his loving embrace that she was so desperate to engulf her tired silhouette and adjusted her dampened thong. As JJ hastily tucked his know flaccid dick back into the tight constraints of his shorts, she settled herself into the plush cushion beside him, her bare, lemon-painted toes dangling over his lap as they feigned innocence. However, in her not-so-slick, drunken stumbling, she clumsily knocked over the half-filled glass of tequila sunrise. “Oh, for fuck sake,” she whined frustratedly, before her infamous pout tugged on her full lips.

A soft laugh vibrated through his chest as he reached a bear-like hand out towards her — attentively tucking the stray strands of her chestnut locks behind her ear, “I think you’ve had enough tequila for tonight, clutz.” His lazy gaze wandered to the now bright, turquoise skies before pressing his stubble-lined lips together to suppress another intoxicated laugh. “Well—” he began, an audacious smirk creeping across his defined features, “—more like this morning.” The very tips of his fingers ran along her the lengths of her bruised shins. “We’ve got our little princess to pick up in—” he paused briefly to peer at his watch, waiting a pro-longed moment for the blurry vision to subside, “—four hours. Fuck.”

She let out a melodious giggle, “oopsies.”

“Oopsies,” he repeated, an intoxicated grin stretching across his tanned features as a deep laugh rippled through his chest.

[ohheyitsokay]

Alright my sweet! I'm here with a soulmate request.

So I gotta go with Jack, because who doesn't love being soulmates with a secret agent man? As for the trope... There are so many to choose from and I love them all BUT let's go with "the first words you say to your soulmate are somewhere on their skin". I'm a sucker for that one.

Have fun darling!! 🥰🥰

helloo dear heart! have a fanfic about you n your man, you absolute ray of sunshine 💕

hope you enjoy!

warnings:fluff fluff fluff. enough fluff for a really nice waiting room chair.

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soulmate requests / follower celebration

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It was a weird day, but your dearest friend had insisted.

This will be a fun use of your day off, she promised. And...

If there was anywhere you were going to find your soulmate, it was here. Deep in the bowels of the distillery, there were secrets in each room, behind each lock, and sewn into every suit cuff as far as the eye could see.

Statesman Headquarters.

Sugar, that's supposed to be classified.

The words on your arm near tingled with each step you took, because you were being told with no uncertain terms, that everything you were seeing, hearing, and feeling was absolutely classified. Ginger rolled her eyes as her coworker chattered about privacy and the history of Statesman, smiling good-naturedly.

"I dont think I should be here," you murmured, tilting your head at your friend.

Her hands were stuffed in her lab coat pockets, and she shook her head. When the papers got signed and the tin on your hands was given a final suspicious look, she ushered off with you.

"Listen," she said, her strides long as she took you back through the labyrinth to her lab. "I'm allowed to bring my friend to my coworkers, so they can thank her properly for the best damn cookies they've ever eaten, just like anyone else."

You laughed, feeling lighter. The cookies had started out as an innocent gift for her to take to a holiday party, and according to her, became high demand. As often as time and ingredients allowed, she would beg you for enough to feed a small army, swearing up and down that they were like magic for her mysterious team.

She could be stubborn when she wanted to.

"You just want to show off your work to someone new."

And she winked. "Damn right I do."

After long moments entering passwords, she lead you through a heavy door, adding, "And it wouldnt hurt these guys to know that you're single."

You sputtered, wanting to protest that you were fine waiting for your soulmate, before deciding not to make a fool of yourself. Almost dropping your overfull tin was enough.

There was a handsome man sitting at what you could only assume was her main desk. And by ' a handsome man', you of course meant the most confidant, dreamy, gorgeous all-American gentleman you'd ever seen. When you snuck a glance at your friend, wondering if she was as rosey-eyed as you were, you were shocked to see a blend of annoyance and confusion instead. Any traces of teasing were gone, serious business overriding all of in a single second.

He stood, almost tripping as he looked at you, a little wide-eyed for his reputation. His mustache moved, and time slowed as you held eye contact before-

"No," Ginger's finger blocked your view. "Save the flirting, Whiskey." It was her best no-business tone, and both of you snapped back into reality. "What's going on? Why are you here?"

The man - Agent Whiskey - looked sheepish, hooking one hand in his belt and using the other to scratch the back of his neck.

"Stay here for just a moment?" Your friend looked apologetic and you nodded, nearly collapsing as they stepped away. Moments before, youd been given a brief tour of the government's most elaborate secret, but now, your knees felt weak.

What a weird day.

-

It got weirder.

You hovered nervously as lights blared and displays ran data faster than you could read and agents ran in and out.

Neck craning, searching for Ginger, you watched as she was pulled left and right, setting up a command center right in the conference room next door.

"I'm so sorry," she managed at one point, grabbing a cookie from your box, "You wont be able to leave until this mess gets cleaned up." And you nodded as she was whisked away again.

There was no one you knew in sight except... that Agent Whiskey. Jack someone called him. Hands on his hips he took control, steady and stern, neatly reigning in the chaos.

You told yourself you were watching him for guidance, comfort maybe. Not because he was handsome as a sunrise. Certainly not because his gaze kept meeting yours, no matter the crowds, and each time the clocks seemed to stall. Not because your whole body ached to be close to him and ... and you almost thought he looked like he wanted to be close to you, too.

When he caught you watching him, he'd smile, almost proud, fingers twitching at his side. He kept stepping your way, too, before a call of his name made him turn on his boot-heels, cursing under his breath.

You felt small.

A man they called Tequila kept tapping his hands on the table. You heard protests that the agents in the field needed backuo or at least guidance and headsets were tossed. He and Whiskey shared near-crazed grins and worried glances as the muttered urgently into their communication systems.

The tin of cookies near sang at your side, and you slipped forward, just placing it open between them.

You wanted to help.

And at their big bites and briefly closed eyes, and sagging shoulders, it was your turn to feel proud.

Then you retreated again, savoring a certain cowboy's nod of thanks, accompanied by a wink that warmed you to your toes.

Eventually, things seemed to calm.

There was no cheers, but deep sighs and clumps of people dispersing with claps of hands on backs and shoulders.

Headsets were hung to charge, and you walked back towards Gingers desk, hoping for your friend to reappear.

Instead, when you arrived, Jack was already standing in front of it, holding a box cleaned even of crumbs.

"I can give you the recipe," you offered, feeling suddenly shy. What they did here... it was so intense. All the little texts of thanks Ginger had sent you finally made sense - your cookies were extraordinarily normal, beautiful in their simplicity. Absolutely lifesavers in their chaotic world.

The man in fron of you shook his head, perfect brown hair ruffled slightly, the ends peaking out from beneath his head. Feeling like you already committed to the offer, you tried to reach around him for a wayward stack of sticky notes and a pen.

"It's just flour and butter and brown sugar and -"

"Sugar, that's supposed to be classified."

Oh.

Oh.

He smiled more confidently, the realization in your eyes apparently spurring him on.

"Next time, whaddya say you just show me how it's done?"

Dark eyes, crinkling with genuity and twinkling with mischief.

"Can I? I mean - would you - I mean," He stepped forward, right in front of you, and you squeaked. "Sure."

He was so close and... and you felt like you were missing something.

"...Now?"

Not taking his eyes from yours, his hand found your hand, gently guiding it to his arm, where he had at some point pushed up a single sleeve.

I can give you the recipe.

Your eyes found his again, the confirmation almost moot. He had been pulling you in since the moment you laid eyes on him, he was just... right, he was... you would have to leave a note for Ginger.

It felt like you were the only two in the world that mattered right now. Jack could feel it too - you could see it, even as he smirked.

"Sounds like a mighty fine idea to me."

Now.

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Whiskey taglist: @0celestialbitch0

[cantstayawaycani]

Thank you for tagging me @megamindsecretlair. This is helping me decompress!

5 Drinks to get to know me!

In the morning: Reg Hot Cookie Butter Latte (Coffee Bean, LA)

Afternoon: Cold WATER (from the tap, filtered)

Evening: Room temp WATER (from the tap, filtered)

In the courtyard: Riesling or Moscato (Barefoot)

At the bar: Mezcal Margarita (Encanto bar and restaurant, LA)

Bonus - On vacation: Tequila Sunrise

5 Drink to Get to Know Me

taking the open tag from @goodwithcheese

Here are 5 drinks that I frequently consume lol (some alcoholic some not)

1. Whiskey and Coke - I’m a Kentucky girl and I love my bourbon, but I love it even more with a splash of Coke. I also like irish whisky in a pinch.

2. Dirty Chai Latte, 2 pumps vanilla, sweet cold foam - my official Starbucks order.

3. Vodka Sprite (with lime) - this is what I drink when I can’t have a hangover the next day. I can slam these all night and wake up totally fine.

4. Victory Sour Monkey - it’s a sour beer and it is so fucking good. It’s the only reason I actually kinda like some beers now. The ABV is really high for a beer tho so I usually will have one “as a treat” on the weekends

5. Sweet Tea - though i’m trying to cut down on sugar so I started buying gold peak sugar free sweet tea. I used to make it myself on the stove and add about 2 cups of sugar per gallon.

tags: @beskarandblasters

[peeterparkr]

perennial;tom holland|eleven.

chapter eleven: snapdragons & sunflowers (Vol. 1) 

↳ flower meaning: snapdragons: deception. sunflowers: unconditional love.

chapter summary: to ask for a kiss. 

pairing: tom holland x y/n

warnings: fluff, angst, comedy, all in one, mentions or allusion to sex but not smut :), you’ll see, alcohol. 

You’ll hate me. 

word count: 11.2K

SOCIAL MEDIA BEFORE THE CHAPTER:

masterlist & profiles  

ten (Instagram): in which they share set pictures

ten (tweets & texts:in which the groupchats are…loud

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perfidy  ( series masterlist)

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So, please help me out I think tags aren’t working. So yes, hope you enjoy this :)

Y/N was made of the people she loved or once loved. Everyone is, really, but y/n probably made sure it showed.

 Like her habit for photography had come from her very own best friend, of the way she started watching cooking videos because of her other best friend and always read the ingredients on any of the food she ate. Her clothing style had come from her very own first boyfriend who had introduced her to the magnificent world of the 80’s.

Her love for 80’s movies had come from Louis introducing her every night to a different one, a new story, a new song, and honestly it was good he showed her to it, y/n found her one true love. Louis, really, had shown y/n a lot of things, like how to lie to see him at indecent hours, and how  And how Louis taught her that love doesn’t have to last and that sometimes people aren’t what we expect.  

How she loved pancakes because that’s what her mother used to make them every Sunday, and how she’d learned from her father that sometimes sitting outside in the grass on a sunny day could bring back happiness to us. 

How her grandma had taught her how to have a perfect poker face, and how her grandfather had shown her how to peel an orange in a ‘correct way’. 

 How she had started to drink her tea with lemon and honey because James had once given her one like that and it brought nice memories. And how James had told her that it’s okay to love, even when people tell you not to, you have to fight for your love, you shall never be afraid of who you love. And James teaching her that she should love for herself, for her own, and not having to share her feelings if she didn’t want to. 

How y/n had started to watch subtitled films because Timmy had shown her some hidden gems. Or how she had learned from Tim to enjoy little moments, like the sunrise if she ever had to wake up early, or how she opened the windows to listen to the rain splattering. Tim had taught her too much about life, like enjoying wasting time. 

Y/N was made, the most, of the people she loved the most. Like how she made pasta the way James had taught her to once when their parents had gone out and James was left in charge. 

Or how when she was sad she’d watch that movie her childhood friend had introduced her to, and how they didn’t talk now. How y/n had learned that music was a way of healing because of that same friend. 

Or how to make a story sound great with Harry, and how Harry had shown her songs that probably were her favorite ones. How Harry and her knew that they didn’t like tequila because of that one time, and how they had learned that mixing cranberry, and grape juice and vodka tasted great thanks to Sam’s idea. 

The way that Emma had taught her to use certain hair products, and how Emma had taught her that sometimes we have to sing out our feelings, and scream and shout. How Emma had taught her the importance of a friendship and having someone’s shoulder to cry on. That she didn’t have to be lonely. 

How when she kissed she usually liked to place her hands behind their neck because she’d done that on her very first kiss with Tom, or how she usually ate some of the chocolate chips when she baked cookies because Tom and her used to do that. She had learned how to wrestle from a very young age and beat Tom, and she had learned how to play with his hair in a way to make him smile. She had learned the meaning of a rose, when all her life she had never understood about it, Tom had shown her how to approach a dog, and Tom had taught her how to cuff her jeans in a cool way. Or the habit she’d picked from him of undressing the beer bottle when they were talking or how he opened it with the table. How Tom had taught her how to kiss, from their very first one to the last one, different kisses each time, how he’d taught her each and every kiss is a journey, a mystery. How she’d learned how to deal with heartbreaks and to fall in love all over again. And how she had learned that he’d come back to her. But really, how a heartbreak feels when it’s real. 

That’s who y/n was. All the beautiful things of the people she loved. 

But she was also the bad ones, unfortunately, because people shape us. Y/N was also made of the ugly parts, very ugly parts. 

One that stood out the most, she’d learned from Tom, from James, from her family, was to avoid talking. 

Everybody wanted to talk, everybody except y/n. She knew she was being immature, but she’d learned that from everyone around her, not to care if you don’t have to. But she was too overwhelmed, everyone had something to say about, except her. How could she talk if she didn’t know what she wanted? 

Tom, Harry, Emma, Tim, James, Sam, Cherry, Aunt Eliza, even Josh and Clark.  

Everybody wanted to talk. She didn’t. 

She had caught on to what Tom was doing. She'd go along with it, he was the only one she wanted to talk to, honestly. 

And Emma, because she knew Emma didn’t judge her, Emma understood y/n, and Emma had been the only one who really didn’t tell her she was wrong. Even if Tim was her best friend, Ema understood that y/n’s heart belonged to Tom. 

“Clark is great, I may have fallen in love with him,” Emma had stated. 

Y/N nodded. “He’s great, I—“

“Why didn’t you know?” Emma asked. 

“I did know. But I didn’t—James was—you know how I’ve only dated three guys?” Y/n asked, she was putting on makeup, she had a date. 

“Yeah.” 

“James is exactly the opposite, he’s dated like half the gay population his age in London,” y/n scrunched her nose, as she was choosing between lipsticks.. “So I just—Never paid attention to any guy he dated because I never thought it was serious.” 

“Are you talking to him now?”

“I did today, only because of Clark,” y/n admitted, giving up on the lipsticks and instead choosing to work on her hair. “James is still angry I am in love.” 

“Not angry at that, you know that,” Emma pointed out. 

“Is it that wrong I am so in love with Tom?” Y/n left the brush on the table as she turned to look at Emma. 

“It’s completely bollocks y/n, but then again,” Emma sighed, “I wish I could be more like you and just love—I mean and I also wish Harry wasn’t so scared okay? He’s just so bloody scared, I wish he’d just say hey, Emma, d’ya fancy to go for a stroll? But no, we are both so… Gosh, I wish we were more like you and Tom, throwing everything down the drain.” 

“We are-” 

“You are, y/n,” Emma rolled her eyes. “He blows your mind and you basically want to yell it to the world, and he gets you all stupid, and you’re happy again, that’s alright, though-” 

Emma was laying down on y/n’s bed, her feet up against the wall, as she was nibbling on a popsicle. 

“Yes, I know, we have to talk,” she sighed. 

“Who says it has to be right now?” Emma had said. “Right now you barely have time to think, and I see you all happy and giggling, and besides, talking doesn’t have to be dramatic.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“It’s just… I don’t get it why James wants it to be dramatic, it’s just hey, you guys love each other, what else is there to know?” 

Y/N nodded, turning back to the lipsticks. 

“You do have to tell him you know about Cherry, though, which-” 

“Yeah, n, no, but I get it,” y/n sighed.

“Which, I love you’re ignoring, just pretending like she doesn’t exist, ” Emma laughed. “She just arrived yesterday, didn’t she?” 

“She did,” Y/N sighed. “Ugh, I don’t want to see her and she wants to talk, what does she want to talk about? We’ve never cared about each other before, met her like three times growing up because my mum and hers didn’t get along, which by the way, I’m scared James and I are headed in that same direction.” 

“You won’t,” Emma said. “James loves you too much to ever leave you.” 

“You never know,” y/n said. “Besides that’s not my point, my point is why does she want to talk? We have nothing in common!” 

“Dunno, you’re blood related and you both rode the same dick, seems like you’ve got a lot in common.” 

Y/n closed her eyes as she forced a laugh, “Emma!” 

“I’m just saying, y/n, that’s why you and I became close, we’ve both kissed the same two guys.”

“It’s different,” Y/N scoffed. “I—just don’t want to see her okay? Because I know I’ll be reminded of every single insecurity I have,” she admitted. “Because I know that the moment I see her I’ll get just so anxious, you know? She’s so pretty, and she’s so perfect and from what-” 

“From what I’ve gathered from Eliza, she’s also a mess,” Emma added. 

“That’s an issue, that’s Tom’s type, just look at me,” y/n laughed as she stared at a bright red lipstick. 

Emma scoffed. “Oh, hadn’t thought about that, Tom’s into messy girls with your genes.” 

“It’s so fucked up, though,” y/n said, as she looked up at the wall, she needed to change the flowers, they were drying out. She hadn’t changed them in a while. 

Emma shrugged, “considering how small his brain is, he probably thought it would feel the same way if he closed his eyes.” 

“As if it would,” y/n replied cockily, finally choosing a light pink, changing it up a bit, she’d always used bright red lipsticks with Tom,  “I’ve known him his whole life, and now I’ve—“she cleared her throat. “ I know exactly how to work him up.” 

Emma let out a loud and long laugh. “I can tell, Jesus, what did you do to him to have him oh, so mesmerized? Are you a sex goddess or why are those two men so bloody entranced by you?”

Y/N blushed and shook her head laughing. “You’re an idiot.” 

“How do you really feel?” Emma wondered, getting the conversation back as serious as it was supposed to be. 

“I don’t know,” Y/N admitted, she was still on some pair of pjs. “I… I’ve been talking with Tom, or…” She rolled her eyes. “He’s found a way to talk, and I think it’s worked out for both of us.” 

“Oh, what is it?” Emma sighed. 

Y/n walked over to her closet, it felt so weird to choose something to wear, Tom had warned her to be casual, something her style, something very her. 

“We use the script so we can… I guess we’re projecting it all, and well, I think he’s been understanding about it, and I think I’m starting to understand his point of view, about Tim at least.” 

“Please, I don’t need to listen to him to know why he feels that way,” Emma pointed out. 

“Really?” Y/n turned back to Emma as she was choosing between them. 

“I like the red one,” Emma suggested. “But please, y/n,” Emma scoffed. “Timmy was the one who stole his chance, Timmy was the one who got the girl when he had fucked up and everyone around Tom said it, we’ve all said it at some point, Tim is perfect for you.” 

“But—“

“and besides, Timmy was the one-” 

“The one who opened the door when Tom came to apologize,” y/n finished Emma’s sentence as she sat down hugging the red dress Emma had suggested. 

Emma frowned. “What?” 

“Guess Timmy had secrets, too,” y/n said.

Emma seemed confused. 

“He never told me about it, how Tom had come a second time, and…” She sighed. “I mean I guess I’m thankful he didn’t but I’m… I’m only wondering—“

“Oh, back when you first started dating,” Emma recalled. “He did tell me about it, and I.. was the one to advise him not to  tell you.” 

Y/N gulped. 

“Would you have run back to Tom?” Emma wondered, embarrassed. “Honestly I told him not to because—Well, I had asked Harry about it, you know? Harry had said you hated each other and that you had been avoiding Tom for a while now. That you were enemies.” 

“We were.” 

“And I mean—Back then, you really hated him.”

Y/n nodded. “Yeah, I did.” 

“So I told Tim not to tell you about it, because I thought—I didn’t know the background but I thought Tom was going to—hurt you, you know? And I guess, we all did, and we all kept that mentality even when he wasn’t trying to.”

“Yeah.” 

“Wow, I’ve never thought about that,” Emma nodded. “Even when I knew you were dating back in New York, we were just waiting for it, for Tom to—“

“Yeah, for Tom to pull a Tom,” y/n ended the sentence. “And I mean—He kind of did, but it was my fault.” 

“Tom really sabotages himself, it seems.” 

Y/N reached out to hug her frog, she was thankful James had brought it, “he does, but because he’s expected to, you know? Maybe that’s why— I haven’t brought it up because I’m not—I’m not expecting the heartbreak this time, and I know bringing up the whole Cherry thing is looking for it,” y/n explained. “I trust him this time, and he really wants to make it work out.” 

“Would you have gone back to him? Had Tim told you he had showed up?” Emma questioned. 

Y/N breathed in heavily. “Dunno,” she said. “I was so heartbroken back then, I thought— and I had promised myself back then I would never fall back for him, and… I mean, I had even thought I would never love again because that’s how dramatic it was, I really didn’t want to see him, that heartbreak is what led to all this mess, you know?” She explained. “Now Tom knows that, I think he really understands it, and he feels guilty and I mean, I was angry when Tom told me about it, because… Tim, well he didn’t know back then, he just was too sure that Tom loved me but—After learning all of this? Tim should’ve told me, because just now, learning it, I guess it changed a lot of things, not that it erased anything, but I lived all this time thinking he hadn’t… He really hadn’t cared, and it took him a lot of time, still, but he had tried to apologize again, and Tim keeping it to himself knowing that what broke me the most was that Tom had never shown up? Tim keeping it to himself is just—so selfish.” 

Emma bit her lip. “He’s still in love with you.” 

Y/N remained quiet. 

“I mean, you can’t blame him,” Emma said. “You guys were… I mean before Tom, you really seemed to be hitting it off, I thought you’d end up dating again.” 

“I did, too, at some point,” y/n admitted. “But-” 

“But you love Tom, I know,” Emma shrugged. “No but… Y/N you also, have to acknowledge it, you can’t keep playing with Tim which-before you say anything, I mean it’s also on him, he knew it, but then again, I… I believed it at some point y/n, that you were going to get back together with him because… The way you looked at him just… and it was just—” 

“I know, I know and I thought… I don’t know, okay?” y/n admitted as she sat up. “I… It’s cause I never… I had closure with Tim, alright? I gave him the ring back because I thought, I know it, I want Tom, okay? It’s Tom, yes, it’s Tom.”

“But?” 

Y/n sighed, “Timmy—alright as I said before, I had said I would never love again after the whole Rome thing,” she cleared up. “And then Tim came along and just showed me this beautiful life and taught me how to love again, and I—He became a very special part of me.” 

“Yeah, and? That doesn’t explain your flirting.” 

“I didn’t—flirt.” 

“Well you answered to his flirting,” Emma pointed out. 

“We were—“

“You guys were flirting y/n!” Emma replied quickly, slightly stressed. “You guys don’t flirt like everyone else! Your flirting style with each other was by showing each other songs and him watering your plants, y/n! You were basically having sex with each other,” Emma rolled her eyes. 

Y/N stayed quiet. 

“But I know, Tom, Tom—“

Y/n gulped. “Yeah, Tom.” 

Emma watched y/n, confused. “Why are you acting like it’s the last time?” 

“What?” 

“Like it’s your last chance with Tom.” 

“I...don’t know, because what if it is, you know? It’s… stupid, we’ve had plenty of chances and… Last time, I just… Had I known it would lead to that. I know it’s my fault, and like we’ve both blown it up so it’s—“

“Neither one of you will fuck up.” 

“I know—But Tom… We are trying and I’m happy but I feel-” 

“Y/N you are pretending, I know, you won’t be happy until you talk about it with him.” 

She sighed. “I know, and we’ve been talking and I…” She coughed. “I really want to try it out.” 

“But…?”

“Am I allowed to forgive something like that? Am I even allowed to get angry about Cherry?”

Emma sat up as well. “Y/N, had he slept with anyone else I wouldn’t be so sure but that’s your cousin, that’s fucked up and-” 

“What if he finds out about Tim?” 

Y/N grabbed the pillow that had once been under her head and proceeded to get it in her face and scream into it. 

“Wait, I’m… I’m gonna try that,” Emma laughed, doing the same. 

Both of them were screaming into the pillows, pitying their sorrows and problems. 

Timmy had walked in. 

“What the hell?” He asked. 

Emma was the only one to peak her head out of it. “It’s therapeutic.” 

Timothee had only chuckled. “I bet.” 

Y/N had stopped screaming but kept the pillow over her face. She didn’t know how she felt about Tim, there was no point in being angry at something from the past, but it did change a lot of the way she saw him, maybe he had forgotten. But Tim was never one to forget, he was observant and he was quiet, and he was all about the stories. 

“Um, y/n?” Tim said. 

Emma watched Tim, and the small object he had in his hand. She shot him a warning glare, scared of the inside. 

“Yeah?” y/n answered from her pillow which now had a nice stain of makeup on it. 

“Can I talk to you?” He asked. 

Another person wanting to talk, what was it with everybody wanting to say words and listening and whatever? Y/N thought to herself. 

Though Timmy hadn’t asked for it yet, she knew it, but he hadn’t really said it, not the whole y/n we should talk. 

She wanted to say no, but she knew that she couldn’t keep doing that. Counting the days until it finally had to blow up, and then end up with bruises, no, she didn’t have to do that. 

She finally let the pillow down, “Yeah, sure,” she said before walking out of her room. 

“Sure, leave Emma behind,” Emma pointed out. 

“I… well,” Y/N looked at Tim. 

“It’ll be quick, darling, Emma dear,” Tim assured her. 

Emma rolled her eyes. “It never is with you both.” 

Tim rolled his eyes before leading the way outside of the apartment, y/n frowned, asking him to wait up so she could put on her sneakers, still wearing her pj’s. 

“So your birthday is tomorrow,” Tim had said as they had walked out, he had sat on the stairs. 

She chuckled as she sat beside him. “Yeah.” 

“You look really pretty,” Tim had said. 

“These pj’s really accentuate my features huh,” y/n joked. 

“Your makeup looks pretty and hair, idiot,” Tim chuckled. 

She only gave him a sad smile. 

“So, what are your plans?” He asked. 

“For… tonight? I’ve got a date,” she explained.

“No, tomorrow.” 

She shrugged. “Tom’s got some plans, apparently, he hasn’t told me anything about it, honestly I don’t… I don’t want to…” 

“What?” 

“Do anything you know? I will be too tired after filming, and I… I just feel like… Dunno, James and Clark will be there and I don’t want to talk to James still, and apparently Cherry invited herself, too so… And you’ll be there, and Harry and Emma… and Josh, and I just... ” She chuckled. “I’ve got a bad feeling.” 

“Why?” 

“Dunno, seems like a perfect combination for disaster.” 

“I met Cherry today,” he admitted. “Well, we’d met before but-Yeah, I thought you’d be at the flower shop. “And she was there, instead.” 

Y/N scrunched her nose. “Yeah I know she’s there, that’s why I haven’t gone there,” she explained chuckling shyly. 

“Why?” 

“Because then I’ll start feeling insignificant, because let’s face it and don’t you dare say no, but she’s really… Pretty, like she’s everything a girl would want to be and I’m jealous of her,” she admitted, truthfully. “I’ve never been the jealous kind but with her, I feel like—Of course anyone would choose her over me, and don’t—Say anything okay? I just feel that way. And if I see her I’ll be reminded of the elephant in the room waiting to be addressed, and I… If the conversation about you went wrong I don’t want to know how that-” 

“About me?” 

“Yeah,” she looked down. “Dunno.” 

Tim bit his lip. 

“How did he-?” 

“I don’t want to talk about that, Tim,” she quickly answered. “I can’t blame him for feeling the way he feels and that’s on me, too, I mean… I… really.” 

“What?” 

She looked down. “I— well, I don’t…know alright? If I feel anxious about Cherry I can only imagine how he feels about you, no, I can’t even imagine it, and look Tim, I—you know you’re very important to me but I’m… I’m dating… Or whatever is going on now, but It’s Tom right now, alright? And I know it’ll be for a long time.” 

“I know.” 

She looked at him, confused by his statement because it really didn’t feel like he knew it.. “And I don’t… want you to think there is an open door or-” 

“Y/N, I know,” he said. “Yeah, I know it’s Tom, now.” 

“But it’s not just—“

“I know,” Tim looked away. “I know.” 

She looked down. “I’m sorry.” 

“Just….” He took a deep breath. “I know it’s him, but that doesn’t… I mean, we’ve been friends, and I—I just ask you not to push me away, alright? I don’t know how I’d live without y/n in my world, and if having you around means having you with him, then I just have to deal with it, move on you know? And I know we are friends, so this is… This comes from your friend, Timmy.” 

She smiled, just slightly, very timidly. It hurt, hurting him but of course, keeping him around meant jeopardizing her relationship with Tom, and she really didn’t want to give it more excuses. 

“Timmy,” she sighed. 

He smiled. “I’m serious, it’s alright, no… no resentment, alright? We both know we… I don’t…you know it, I’ll always love you, but we—I mean you—you love someone else and it’s be stupid of me not letting you love him, that is just pathetically selfish. And don’t get me wrong, it hurts like a bitch…. Yeah, I know it, but… I don’t want to lose you, I am not stupid… but I also… I know that if I give this to you tomorrow, Tom will lose it and I… don’t want that, so I’m giving you this, today.” 

He pulled out a film canister. And it felt like one of those times when life likes to punch you with reality. She felt a fear deep inside her stomach. Last time he’d given her one of those an engagement ring was hidden in it. 

“It’s… It’s not what you think,” Tim rolled his eyes. “Oh, you really thought I’d propose again?” 

She let out a soft chuckle. “No--I… I mean,” I’m-I didn’t think you would-” 

“Your face,” He chuckled softly. “Yeah, no, I… I’m…” 

“Yeah, just last time you gave me one of those-” 

“Yeah, and look where it led us, I’m not… I wouldn’t… No,” Timmy laughed. “No, it’s not… and—do you really think I’m the type of guy to propose on a bad time—-Actually don’t answer that,” he chuckled. “Okay, open it.” 

She grinned, and took the film canister from him. “Man I hope it’s an iPad,” she joked, warning a laugh from Tim. “No, you—you shouldn’t have.” 

She shook it just slightly, listening to no sound coming out from it, before finally opening, carefully. “A…there’s nothing?” She asked. 

“Yeah,” Tim laughed. “I know.” 

She frowned, confused but then chuckled. “I love it… I hope I… can get to wear it soon,” she joked. 

“It couldn’t fit there, but I—Well, you know, we had that tradition, ,” he said before finally giving her the box that sat beside him. 

She took the box and smiled, opening it, an old vintage Polaroid camera stood there. 

“I know you’ve—I think it works, it’s—It’s an original, I've noticed you haven't really taken any Polaroids, and I know you love them,” he coughed. “So, yeah, happy birthday.” 

Y/N had only looked up, giving him a true smile. 

“Thank you, I love it!” 

But of course, the timing could not have gone any worse. Tom had arrived. Y/N had momentarily  forgotten she had agreed to spend the night with him, nothing too serious but Tom had insisted because he had a surprise for early in the morning and he’d come pick her up for dinner and then she’d stay with him. 

Maybe she should’ve seen the trouble coming. 

Tom cleared his throat loudly, “hello,” he said, standing with sunflowers. Yellow flowers with pretty meaning, y/n thought. 

Y/n looked up, calmly, knowing that if he saw any hint of her freaking out it would blow it up because his mind would go places.

“Oh hi!” She grinned. “sorry—I’m not—“

Tom clenched his jaw at Tim, but then turned to y/n and chuckled, “Darling,  when I said casual—I didn’t—“

She chuckled nervously standing up. “Sorry, I—“she squeezed her eyes shut. “I was discussing with Tim something about some pictures he’s planning on—yeah,” she lied, as she hid the film canister and box behind her back. 

“Yeah,” Tim said, clearing his throat, standing up as well. “Hello, Thomas.” 

“Tim.” Tom was nervous already, y/n could tell. 

“Are those for me?” Y/n questioned staring at the flowers  before they could say another word to each other. 

Tom chuckled between his teeth, “yeah, they’re most certainly not for Tim.” 

“Oh,” Tim said, “and here I was getting excited about them.” 

Tom faked a very quiet laugh and then turned to y/n. “So? Don’t get me wrong, you literally look so beautiful—but—“ He smiled looking down at her clothing. 

“Yeah—right!” She excused herself, not forgetting to kiss his cheek, before running back to her room, where Emma was waiting with the red dress and had pulled out some heels for her. 

Emma  walked out of the room, “hello, Tom, long time no see,” she said with sarcasm. 

“I know, these couple hours have been long,” Tom joked back, as he had walked in. 

Tim had followed after. It felt so tense, Emma could swear she could cut the tension with a knife. 

Emma hummed a fake laugh. “There are flower vases over there, you can guess which ones are y/n’s now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna steal Tim from you just a bit, I hope you don’t miss him as much.”

Emma had dragged Tim to her own room. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Emma snapped. 

“A lot of things,” Tim answered. “But let’s not go there, please.” 

“Oh don’t play that with me, I know exactly what you’re doing, and Tim—“

“I’m not—“

“Don’t fucking pull the whole I’m not doing anything bullshit with me,” she rolled her eyes. “I know exactly what you’re doing, and I’m sure you gave her the Polaroid today, really? Exactly when you know she’ll go on a date with Tom? And you take her to the stairs? So he can see it right?

Tim clenched his jaw. “I—Well.” 

“Sabotaging her relationship is not the way to go, Tim,” Emma warned him. “And I—I just told you—Best thing you could try is...move on, alright? I know you love her and that she was—She seemed perfect for you, and I still think you guys worked so well together but… She is so in love with him, and by doing this you’re only hurting her more—Besides, really Tim, you know her better than this,” she pushed. “I—“ Emma sighed. “I'm telling you this because I love you, I don’t want to sound harsh but—“She closed her eyes. “I know she is confused, and making her even more confused won’t help you, let her settle it, let her have it right now.” 

Tim didn’t say anything and just walked out of the room. He had gone to his room and unfortunately had left his door open to see y/n walking out on a red dress to run over excitedly to Tom, who had pulled her close to him to kiss her cheek and smell her perfume. 

Timmy knew Emma was right, y/n was in love with him. So, very deeply in love. And it hurt, seeing her. And Timmy asked for more patience, or for more time, or strength to move on. 

It felt weird, Tim felt lonely and broken hearted, and he just missed her, and it was stupidly incredible that she lived right there in the same apartment. He knew she loved Tom, that was it but it…. It still didn’t make any sense. Honestly, it felt like they were completely strangers. 

Especially y/n, she really felt like a stranger, even to Tom it seemed. She seemed too… distant to everyone.

Tom felt it, too. He felt that y/n was just off, even if she was happy or tried to be and even if she was kissing his cheek, she was being… different. And Tom only wanted to get over with it, the awkwardness. 

And he wondered if she wanted to get over with it, too. 

They went out for dinner, not in the place where she’d imagine Tom would take her, it was a nice dinner place with lightbulbs hanging around, a flower in a glass bottle, candles around, very… cozy, and romantic, and they were talking about barely anything, and maybe for a bit it felt like they were each other again. 

Y/N knew this, she felt weird with herself, as if even when she seemed to be saying what she wanted to say, she really wasn’t saying what her heart wanted, but as if her own heart was keeping secrets. It felt like Tom didn’t know her, though. And it had never felt that way before, but it felt like they were both trying to get to know each other again. Because neither of them were being themselves, not entirely. 

“So, you were clearly not talking about pictures with Tim,” Tom had mentioned. 

y/n looked at him and nodded. “Yeah, I wasn’t….”

“So?” Tom seemed anxious about it. 

“He gave me a birthday present, a…he gave me a polaroid,” she cleared up. “A vintage, original one.” 

“Oh, that’s cool,” Tom nodded, and gulped. “As long as he doesn’t give you a ring.” 

She rolled her eyes. “Tom.” 

Tom shrugged. 

“I… told him,” she cleared her throat. “That well… it’s you.” 

“It’s me?” Tom wondered, and a smile came to his face. “What am I?” 

She rolled her eyes, chuckling softly. “An idiot, that’s what you are.” 

Tom chuckled. “Uh-huh, I am, and what else?” 

She blushed. “Nothing.” 

Tom hadn’t pushed it any further. Their conversation kept flowing. Talking about them. What made them so… them. 

“I remember that everyone was in love with this one guy, ugh, what’s his name? The one that bullied you,” Y/N tried to recall. 

“Edward,” Tom remembered. “He was so big.” 

“Well, everyone had a crush except me, because well, I was the idiot, you know?” 

“You loved that scrawny guy who-” 

“Adorable guy,” she added. 

“Scrawny guy,” he continued. “Who did ballet and everyone crushed on Edward, who-” 

“I actually was… dating Louis back then,” she recalled. “But…” She chuckled. “But my point is… I was the one who… hid a rat in his car.” 

“No way!” Tom’s eyes popped as he leaned over. “You’re kidding.” 

“I… Look, nobody could be an asshole to you unless it was me, that was-” She was nervous. “I was so angry at everything he said at you, I…” She rolled her eyes. “And I… genuinely don’t know.” 

“Where in this bloody world did you get a rat from?” He wondered. “I mean thank you but I didn’t think you’d-” 

“Please I had experience from pranks for you so of course…” She gulped, hiding a laugh. “I...Well, there was a rat in Louis' house, and well they trapped it and instead of… you know killing it I… well told Louis to break into Ed’s car and I hid the rat there.” 

Tom was shocked. “And that was because of me?” 

“No, I hated Ed,” she looked away. “He was the biggest asshole.” 

Tom grinned. “Are you sure? Because I remember that rat incident being right after he had hit me in the hall.” 

“Really?” y/n coughed. “I wouldn’t remember,” she blushed looking away. 

“Which actually brought attention to me, they said it had been me!” He recalled. “I got into detention.”

Y/N grinned. “Yeah, killed two birds in one shot,” she smirked. 

“I’m serious did you-?” 

“Yeah, maybe I did it for you, okay? Whatever, yes, I had feelings for you and I was angry someone else was taking away my job, let’s remember we were enemies back then, alright?” She was nervous. 

Tom smirked. “You had a crush on me.” 

“Shut up,” she chuckled. “You had a crush on me, too.” 

Tom shrugged, smiling. “Yeah, I did. I’m not trying to hide it.

Y/N avoided his gaze, not believing he was actually making her feel butterflies, even after all this time, she was still nervous. In a good way. She wasn’t always nervous, most of the time, she didn’t, she felt so calm around him, but on the edge, as if she didn’t need to worry about being herself but expectant of each other’s attitude. 

Tom watched her, “Why do I always feel like there’s always something on your mind?” 

“Because there is,” she laughed. “Don’t you?” 

“No, I’m dumb, remember? I can actually blank up my mind,” he smirked. “Or well, not at all. There is a constant on my mind,” he had reached for her hand. 

“Oh?” her eyes had brightened up, a timid smile on her face. 

“Yeah, Spiderman,” he joked, earning a glare from y/n. 

It was so stupid. But they were… back being them. Probably because they were alone. As if someone was brushing y/n’s dream, and she couldn’t get enough of him, his laugh was her everything. She couldn’t help but sigh and run out of breath, and never stop blushing, there was no doubt about it. And she had once thought about it, ‘the day that Tom loves me, the world will party’. She had been wrong, the world wasn’t partying, and there were no flowers blooming and no fireworks. The world instead, stopped, as if it was them and only them. The stars were probably jealous of them seeing them shining even more brightly than them. 

“You know, from the moment we met,” he had said. 

“When we were kids, you mean?” She chuckled . 

“Truly met,” Tom gulped. “Rome, I mean.” 

She blinked. “Yeah.” 

“I… Why didn’t you kiss me?” He asked. 

“Hm? When?” 

“That one night, you know the one, lovely evening, I remember I asked for a kiss,” he recalled. “And… you said and I quote: ‘No, Thomas, don’t ask for a kiss’.” 

She looked away, remembering. “Because I didn’t want you to ask for it.” 

He frowned. 

“It’s silly but that’s the way I am, I didn’t want you to ask for it, I was clearly begging for one,” she explained. “I wanted you to… do it. One should never ask for a kiss, or not… verbally.” 

“How so?”

“I mean certain contexts,” y/n said. “But that night? I thought I had hinted it enough 

“So you did want me to kiss you,” He grinned. 

“Of course!” She beamed. “I—it’s not secret by now that I—“she cleared her throat. “Well, enjoy when our lips come together.” 

“Oh, so you enjoy that?” He mocked. 

“Very much so,” she answered shyly. “And—it had been the perfect evening! It would’ve cost you nothing,” she smiled. 

“Cost me nothing,” he laughed. 

“I think you’ll find that kissing me is quite cheap,” she pointed out.

He scrunched his nose. “That’s a lie.” 

“No, no, I was the one who could lose there,” she sighed.

 “No, y/n. Because kissing you costs a lifetime.” 

She scoffed. “How so?” 

“I kissed you once when I was 13 and never stopped thinking about it,” he said. “And after that evening.” 

“Would I have been so bad?” She questioned, “if we had realized it back then.”

“Think we did,” he said, “but you didn’t kiss me either.” 

“No, but—because you had asked for it.” 

“You’re right… I should’ve, but there’s a lot of things I should’ve done...still can’t believe it, how stupid I was,” he said. 

“It didn’t click you know,” she nodded. “When you broke my heart,” she continued. “I mean, the excuses you gave me… They didn’t make any sense.” 

Tom looked down. 

“And…” She sighed. 

“Would you’ve forgiven me? If I had come earlier?” He asked. 

She stared at him. “Maybe,” she admitted. “Probably, if I’m honest… I did wait for you to come again with yellow flowers, and I’d have my hand right in my heart, and I would wait for you to come and apologize and I would see it, you know, wait for you to stand up in the rain and said you didn’t mean it, and I… I was angry, alright? It was stupid letting my life pass by waiting for it besides the whole scenario...but then again, it wa shot and it’s still you and I’m—it’s silly.” 

“It’s not silly,” Tom said. “It’s you,” he took a deep breath, “and I knew you’d like that… kind of stuff, but when I finally realized it, it was too late.” 

“But it’s not late now,” she admitted. “We’re finally on time. And I’m glad I’ve always been so stubborn when it comes to you because otherwise we wouldn’t be here.” 

The evening had continued to flow, as both of them had become quieter, in a way that they didn’t need to talk to communicate, between whispers and giggles and hand brushing, it was all they needed. 

The ticking had stopped, y/n had noticed. It’d come, she knew but… God, when she was with him, she didn’t have to worry about anything. Because it seemed that it was made for them, all her doubts disappeared because he was the answer she needed. It was them against the world. 

They hadn’t talked about Valerie and William, not that night. It was Tom and y/n,.

They hadn’t kissed. Tom had ceased the kissing when James had arrived, which y/n hated, she missed his lips so much her own were begging for them. She wouldn’t ask for it. Never ask for a kiss, not out loud. 

She was wearing his jacket back on their way, he had said: ‘I wasn’t cold but I knew you’d be so that’s why I brought it’. Her hand was on his hair as he drove, listening to music, windows down as they hummed the lyrics, and as y/n stared down at the lights the city was giving her, her hair flying. 

She was sad, though, Tom hadn’t even tried to lean over and kiss her, not even seeing a hint of him trying to do so. 

They had walked in, the guys seemed to be all too invested in a video game, all except for Clark who was rather interested in playing with James’ hair as y/n’s brother yelled at the screen. He looked up when seeing them walk in, he smiled at the sight of y/n’s shoulders being covered by Tom’s jacket. 

“Hello, you two,” Clark had greeted them. 

Tom peeked to see the screen, not letting go of y/n’s hand. 

“Hi,” y/n said, knowing she’d most likely lose Tom’s attention to the screen. 

“How did it go?” Clark asked.

“Bloody hell, Samuel!” James yelled. 

“Piss off,” Harry yelled, too. 

y/n chuckled. “It went well,” she said. 

“Well?” Tom lost focus of the screen, as he turned to her. “Well?” 

She ignored him and kept staring at Clark. “Can you believe the evening has gone by so splendidly but he still hasn’t kissed me?” 

Tom immediately blushed. 

“Good,” said James. “Kissing is gross.” 

“Is it?” Clark asked before kissing his cheek. 

James coughed. “Straight kissing is gross,” he corrected himself. 

Harry laughed. 

Sam scrunched his nose. “Why haven’t you kissed her? you usually bloody eat each other’s faces.” 

Harry scoffed. 

“Don’t you dare eat my sister’s face,” James warned. “Or anything for that matter.” 

“James,” y/n closed her eyes. 

Tom laughed. “We’re gonna…” 

“No, why don’t you guys stay? We were about to play Mario Kart” Offered James. “So why don’t you both play with all of us, you know you can sit over there with your brother and y/n can sit over here, everyone’s happy.” 

“Jamey, love, don’t be a dick,” warned Clark. 

Y/N chuckled. “Fine, I want to play,” she admitted. 

“Great, mario kart is the real deal breaker between couples.” 

Of course, they hadn’t followed James’ instruction for their sitting arrangement, y/n had sat on the couch, and Tom had sat on the floor, resting his back against her. Y/N was still bothered by the fact she hadn’t yet been kissed that night, but she soon forgot it as it felt like one of those nights when they were younger, all of them playing and yelling at each other. 

Tom had left the room without any explanation at some point, but she was too busy trying to beat her brother at rainbow road to even notice. 

Time went by, and before she knew it, the lights had gone off, and they all had turned with a smirk as Tom had walked in with a cake with candles. 

‘Happy Birthday’ they all sang as she stared at the cake, pretty cake, sunflowers again. Tom kissing her cheek. 

It felt… like years ago, the Holland’s, James, and now Clark, too, of course it was Tom holding the cake now, not Harry, and now she didn’t have a wish, usually she’d plan ahead her birthday wishes, because that’s something James had taught her to. Instead, she wished for everything to keep flowing as easy as it could with Tom. Funny, how many birthday wishes had not involved him already. 

They had sat and ate cake like old times, y/n smearing some frosting to Tom’s cheek and then kissing it off, making the boy blush and getting James to glare at her. Laughing at each other, telling old jokes as y/n was laying against Tom, his arms around her and his lips brushing against her head. 

How many years had they not wasted by being enemies. 

Eventually, they had all gone to bed knowing the next day would expect them, except for Clark and James who had stayed in the kitchen. 

Tom and y/n had stayed on the couch. 

“So, I’m gonna be honest,” Tom had said as he had sat with her, he had left yet again to get something 

She only stared into his eyes, begging her with her sight to kiss her already. She should’ve probably wished for that, instead. 

“I—this wasn’t going to be your birthday present.” 

“You didn’t need to get me anything,” she said. 

He had sat up and pulled out a small box, he seemed nervous, but excited. The box… gave her shivers. But it couldn’t be. 

Y/n only smiled watching him, resenting her head against her palm. 

“I—back when,” he gulped, “back when I was still in London debating whether or not to direct dos-a-dos,” he continued. “I—well.” 

“Yeah?” 

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you because—Well,” he grinned. “I am so stupidly in love with you.” 

She only blushed. 

“So—one day,” he gulped. “I went—Well, you know, to the mall and whatsoever, and—I saw this shop.” 

“Right.” 

“And so I bought a pair of boots for me,” he said, leaning against the couch, trying to recall. “They were very—nice, you know?” 

“Uh—huh,” she rolled her eyes. “And did you bring those boots to LA?”

“No, I didn’t,” he side eyed her, “should’ve, you would have loved them.” 

Y/n rolled her eyes giggling. “I bet.” 

“But anyway, after I bought the boots—I passed by that shop you like.” 

Y/n blinked. “Care to be more specific?” 

“The one with the vinyls, and vintage stuff,” he reminded her, but she looked down at the tiny box he was holding, it definitely wasn’t anything from that shop. 

“Oh, yeah, love that place,” she smiled. 

“Yeah, and I—went in,” he admitted. “And I couldn’t stop thinking about you, everything they had… so I—“

She just waited for him to continue. 

“I bought a fee vinyls for me, too,” he nodded seriously.

 Y/n bit her lip, holding back a laugh, “amazing, which ones did you buy?” 

“I bought a Beatles one… uh, Queen.” 

“Great choices,” she grinned. “I’m proud.” 

“And of course Rolling Stones, because I thought of you,” he said. 

Y/n scooted closer to him to gently run her hands through his hair, he couldn’t hide his smile. 

“And then—One day, I went out again,” he grinned. 

“Hm-hm?” 

He coughed, “yeah, and I walked again to that one other shop you like, the one with the clothes.” 

“With the clothes,” she laughed. 

“Yeah, you know the one,” he chuckled, avoiding her gaze. 

“And did you get in?” She asked. 

“No,” he grinned. “I went for an ice cream, you know, I was really craving one.” 

She stared at him, so mesmerized by him, even when he was being the silliest. “God, I love you,” she blurted out, without really thinking of it. That’s how it should be, realy. Nothing wrong with that. 

He finally locked his eyes with her and smiled, he took her hand in his and kissed it. “Yeah, so—“he grinned, “none of that has to do with your birthday present.” 

Y/n chuckled. “Really? I thought the birthday present would be seeing you with those boots and dancing with you to the music on those vinyls and eating ice cream.” 

“Ah, that would’ve been great huh,” he grinned staring into her eyes. 

“Would’ve loved that.”

“I actually did bring the vinyls,” he admitted. 

She kissed his temple. “Great, let’s play them—“

“Yeah, but—I haven’t finished,” he admitted. “I… Well, I've had a lot of time, you know? To reflect on—on the script, on us. But especially the script.” 

Y/n stared at the features on his face, fixating on the freckles on his nose as he kept talking. 

“So, I kept avoiding the script, even if I wanted to direct it because—Well, it was your dream, I remember and I think I’ll never forget how in Rome you told me your biggest dream was making a film of a ballerina,” he said. “I—well, and I wanted to read it, but I couldn’t because I thought—well, dunno, having something yet to read was something I still had to look forward to, you know? And so I kept listening to the vinyls because they reminded me of you, and I kept—trying to find you everywhere, alright?” He confessed. “On every single face and—The days just went by and I—eventually read it.” 

Y/n silently watched him. 

“And I fell in love with it, because—it’s you. The script is so—you, it was like reading an open book about you, and I don’t mean it in the way that it’s our story, like I genuinely—you really poured heart and soul in it, the songs you put in, the setting—and, well, it was really you, you know? I know you’ve always loved 80’s movies because they seem so ridiculous but so magical.“

Y/n chuckled nervously. “Where are you going with this?”

“I know it’s your biggest dream,” he sentenced. “And well—I’m sorry I didn’t get you a pair of boots like mine.” 

She laughed rolling her eyes. 

“And I didn’t get a vinyl.” 

“Tommy,” she nudged him. 

He only handed it to her, the small box. A very stupid and scary suspicion in her head had completely been erased as she picked the small box.

As she opened it, it revealed a necklace with a small pendant of a ballerina hanging from it. The brightest beam had appeared on y/n’s face. 

“I know you’ve—never liked the idea of someone giving you jewelry, especially bracelets or necklace because they don’t hold any meaning, but—I think—I know you’re not a dancer but, I think Valerie is your own special project, and—“Tom grinned. “I was saving it to give it to you on the premier but—“

“I love it, I...No, really this… This is perfect,” she whispered looking at it. Tom had once taught her that roses weren’t always basic. And Tom had now proven to her that this didn’t have to be either, because it was them, and it held such a special meaning to her. 

She leaned over to kiss his cheek, and he only smiled. 

“I was gonna give you a T—“

“As in Troy?” She mocked. 

“That’s exactly why I didn’t.”

She laughed. “I love it.” 

He looked deep into her eyes and she just waited for it… But he didn’t kiss her. 

“Yeah, so, let’s go to sleep,” he quickly stood up, letting her fall flat on the couch. 

“Thomas,” she hissed playfully. He had already left, and she could feel his smirk from afar, so she followed after him. 

“So, you can have my bed, I’m gonna leave to sleep on the couch because that was my agreement with James,” he explained, picking up his stuff as soon as she got to the room. 

She frowned. “No?” 

“Yes,” he replied cockily. 

“I’m not letting you leave until you bloody kiss me,” she replied. 

He paused and then turned with a proud smug smirk, “Then that gives me even more reasons not to kiss you.” 

She opened her mouth to complain, but really she was in such a state of shock that not a single word came out. 

“Goodnight love,” he grinned as he headed to the door. 

“Why are you like this?” She rolled her eyes, giggling. 

Tom took a deep breath before staring her down. 

“For the love of god, kiss me.” 

“No.” 

“Why not?” 

“One shall never ask for a kiss,” he replied smugly. 

“Are you kidding me?” She closed her eyes, not believing it. 

“No, you said it yourself,” he grinned. “Not verbally.” 

“Just shut up and come here, idiot,” she laughed before pulling him close to her, finally placing her lips on him. It felt like just the very first time, Tom and her had that magic, of making each and every kiss feel like they’ve never kissed before, so unique and so perfectly synchronized with each other. 

“Don’t you guys fucking dare to do anything,” James was just walking by with a glass of water. “People need to sleep.” 

Clark had mouthed an apology before following after. 

Y/n had pulled away and then smirked. “Want to prank him?” 

Tom had only given her a weird face. 

Y/N knew James was staying right on the next room, and that she definitely was not going to be able to do anything without him hearing, that of course, meant she could piss him off, to get back at him for being a dick. 

Y/N explained her idea to Tom, and he immediately accepted, with the sole condition to leave the door open so his life could actually be spared. 

Both Tom and y/n had settled in their places, sitting right on top of the bed, right against the headboard which was conveniently against James’ wall. 

And so they started.

Both of them repeatedly, and in perfect sync started, Tom hitting his elbows against the headboard, making sure the noise it made was perfectly identifiable as something else as y/n was jumping on the bed. 

A faint “no, no, no, no, fucking hell, no,”  had been yelled from the other room. 

Tom and y/n tried to hide in their laughter, but proceeded to make it even worse, adding dramatic moans and “oh yes!” “Y/n!” “Right there!” “Tommy!” In between. 

“NO FUCKING WAY!” Now it had been louder. 

“Jamey, love—“ 

Tom and y/n smirked and went in even louder, “yes!” “So tight!” “Harder!” “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” 

“No! No! No! No! Bloody hell y/n I’m in the bloody next room!” James yelled. “I’m gonna kill you, Thomas!” 

And then they heard the loud and quick stumping as James’ door was open as he ran to knock on y/n’s and Tom’s door, but instead, the door was wide open and he could see what actually was happening, Tom and y/n, fully clothed and not even an inch close. 

That’s when both y/n and Tom lost it, bursting into laughter. 

“YOU GUYS FUCKING SUCK!” James yelled at them before joining in their laughter, red from embarrassment. 

Clark had followed right after, laughing with them. “So that—“

Y/n couldn’t stop her laughter, even tears had come down her cheek as she stared at her brother so embarrassed, watching them. 

“I can’t believe you fell for that!” Y/N had laughed. 

Clark couldn’t stop giggling either. 

“And by the way, thanks Clark,” Tom laughed, “you’re a real one.” 

“I fucking hate you all,” James rolled his eyes. 

“Now let’s go for the real one,” Tom had joked, probably with a death wish, but he quickly regretted it, “no, no, no, I’m joking! I’m joking!” 

“You bet your ass you’re joking,” James warned before laughing again, defeated, “I hate you both.” 

He had left with Clark laughing behind him, leaving y/n and Tom still laughing at their prank. 

Laughing and laughing until they ran out of breath and laughed again. 

“Shit, I love you so much,” Tom had said with one last breath after laughing. 

“I love you, too,” she had said, “that was the best fake sex I’ve had in my life.” 

“Hm, I’m pretty sure I’ve given you the best non fake one, too,” he had said cockily. 

“Non fake,” she scoffed. 

But then they’ve gone back to laughing, eventually somehow it transformed into kissing, and they had spent the night kissing, and giggling and nothing more, probably because they were aware that it was a very risky situation having James right beside and honestly, they were decent but mostly because they didn’t need more. Just the two of them laying down, and merging their lips together, becoming one with the other, was all they needed. 

The next day was rather perfect, filming had gone as smoothly as it could go, and though they kept their distance because they were professionals, y/n could tell there was something different about her and Tom. Not sure what but it felt like things could work out. A ray of hope, if one must say. 

There had been more cake, more people congratulating her for her birthday and just—Flowers. Sunflowers here and there, Along with blue hydrangeas. Pretty combination. Tom had made sure to fill up the place. She did love the sunflowers. Her mother calling her, auntie Eliza sending her pink carnations, it was—good. Especially after they told everyone about their prank, that made it even better. 

“You do have that fake sex aftermath glow,” Emma had joked. 

Perfect day, a perfect day until the sun was yawning down, she had put on her best clothes, and she was nervous. Not sure why though.

Tom had invited the cast as well. Nothing could go wrong, and it definitely wasn’t going to, right? Y/N had thought maybe it was a good day after all. 

The place had been packed and the first song playing had been Ironic by Alanis Morissette, James had been the first one to point it out, he really liked that song. And though the combination of friends seemed like the perfect recipe for disaster, y/n thought it had gone calmly. At least at the beginning. 

The club seemed to be picked out of y/n’s dreams, an 80’s and 70’s paradise playing the songs she loved to sing along to. There was a karaoke, too, in the background, separate from the dance floor. Honestly, the place was perfect. Fun. 

And y/n had ignored Cherry’s presence as long as she could, she hadn’t been rude, but of course she’d been avoiding her, because the moment she saw her, y/n did feel insecure. She had shown up with a tight dress that gave nothing to the imagination, and her hair perfectly falling down her shoulders, her whole body shimmered. She was beautiful, beyond compare, perfect. 

“Y/N!” She had greeted her. “I’m so glad I see you, I love your dress, hun, happy birthday!” 

Her high pitched tone had only made y/n even more insecure. And y/n had seen her dancing, she’d caught Josh’s attention, it had seemed. Even Asa’s and Gregg’s attention. Because of course she would, the girl was perfect. 

“Is Tim your boyfriend?” Cherry had asked y/n. 

“What?” Y/N didn’t know if she’d heard right. “No… No, he’s not.” 

“Oh, I thought he was!” 

“Happy birthday!” Someone had yelled as they popped off a bottle. 

Y/N could take care of Cherry later, who was actually picking out mostly everyone’s attention. 

“Who is she?” Josh had asked her. “If it weren’t for Emma, I’d say she’s the prettiest girl in the world.” 

There was a lot to unpack from Josh’ statement. 

“That’s my cousin,” she explained. “She’s single, so why don’t you give it a go?” Y/N had suggested, knowing perfectly that if he did, she’d take away another problem. Because she’d seen Harry anxious the moment Josh had showed up.  

Y/N didn’t know why she felt like Harry did know about Josh, she wasn’t sure but the same face Harry was giving Josh was the face Y/N gave to Cherry. 

Initially, she had seen Cherry approach Tom, she had whispered  something in his ear, and he had only gulped before walking off to one of his brothers. It made y/n anxious. 

“You know what? You should go and sing Jolene,” Emma suggested, y/n could tell that Emma probably was slightly dizzy, as she had dragged her, Clark and Auli’i to the dance floor, a...very strange combination. Y/N was just a bit bothered by this, since she wanted to be with Tom, or rather, she wanted to pull him away from where Cherry was. 

“Jolene?” Auli’i laughed. Felt rather weird for y/n hanging out with celebrities. Tom didn’t count… Not in that way, at least. 

“Yes, Jolene,” Emma said. “I’m begging you please don’t take my man!” 

“Your man?” Auli’i had asked. “As in Tom?” 

Y/N chuckled. “Uh...Well….er.” 

“Please, you’re dating, right?” She laughed. 

Y/N didn’t answer. 

“Please, it’s kind of obvious,” Auli’i explained. “You guys have tried to be subtle but we all know it.” 

Well, there goes their attempt at trying to be professional. It didn’t matter, honestly. But it did bother her knowing that Cherry was the only girl in there, but thankfully, her own brother had kept Cherry occupied, thank god.  

Y/N was also bothered by the fact Tom wasn’t by her side,  just slightly bothered. She guessed, however, that he was having fun with his brothers. She wondered where Timmy was, because all she could see was the guys, and Cherry, at the table getting their asses drunk. 

Especially Timmy. 

Emma had dragged them back to the place, y/n had  tried to get close to Tom, who had also tried to pull her close to him, but somehow she had been dragged away again. It was annoying, and the night kept going like that. She hadn’t had one single minute with Tom, and it was bothering her. Tom, too, it seemed. 

Tom was very bothered by the fact that y/n kept being pulled by her friends, not that they were doing it to specifically bother him, but it was… annoying. Also, having Cherry around, was not a perfect situation, especially because she was insisting on talking to him. What in this world was she trying to do? 

He didn’t want to deal with that, he only wanted to have fun. Besides, a club with loud music was definitely not the place to talk. Not on his… girlfriend’s? Birthday celebration. 

The night was getting blurry, to him, to everyone. Half past twelve, it was getting darker, and the drinks had come and gone, drink after drink.  Everyone seemed to be having a very good time, and he wasn’t sure but the lights on the club had probably lowered, flashes green and yellow were blinding him. The group was constantly divided, and he had had only a small chance to dance with y/n. The music was buzzing too loud, as he escaped through the crowds, trying to find y/n, and he saw her, dancing with everyone and then, Timmy had dragged her close to him, she didn’t even notice as she danced and sang along to the… 70’s, yeah 70’s song playing. Tom feared it, because it’s not difficult to know when someone wants to kiss the person you’re in love with. Tim was drunk, Tom knew this, and the look in his eyes was saying everything. And though he didn’t see that look on y/n, he feared it. 

Tom quickly had pulled her by the hand and finally wrapped his arms around her so they could dance. 

Tim had only rolled his eyes but kept dancing with Emma. 

“Hi!” y/n had cheered as soon as she saw Tom. 

“Hey!” 

“Where have you been?” She asked, leaning to his ear.  

“Here and there,” he admitted, she only giggled to lean over to kiss him. 

Everything was going too quickly, the lights and music were not helping. They had barely danced before Emma had dragged y/n. 

“I’m sorry, Tom, but it’s y/n’s and I turn to go to the karaoke!” Emma had said before getting her away. 

“You were getting too comfortable,” Tom had barked at Tim. 

“Pff,” Tim had scoffed. “You’re scared it’ll happen again?” 

“What?” Tom frowned. “I’m-- she’s with me.” 

“Yet she slept with me just before you arrived,” Tim had blurted. 

Tom had felt the music getting louder, and louder, just as Tim had left and Tom was sunk into the dancing crowd. 

He didn’t have to believe him… right? 

In the state of shock, he only tried to follow after where Emma and y/n were heading.The karaoke music was playing, Emma had chosen ‘Gimme, Gimme, Gimme (A Man after midnight!)’ for her and y/n to sing, and they had started, happily singing as she was so unaware of what Tom was feeling right now. Not sure if it was anger, disappointment, jealousy, or all at once. 

The group had followed after them, too, as they were expectant to see the birthday girl, first receiving a very flattering shot of… Tom thought it was probably vodka as soon as she got to the stage. Emma and her sang and yelled, and the group danced and danced. Emma being such a crowd pleaser, yelling and making them cheer. 

Tom couldn't. 

Is there a man out there? Someone to hear my prayers…

There was no sight of Tim, that was alright, he guessed. But then it… Tom’s mind went to every single time he’d seen her around Tim. It was so fucking obvious, of course they had slept together, and y/n probably still had feelings for him. 

Tom was the only one who wasn’t dancing. 

Emma had jumped off the stage to land on Josh, and then without even thinking about it, she had kissed him, right in front of Harry. 

Sam and Clark had joined y/n on the stage, everyone was just too bloody drunk, and the song seemed to be never ending. Or maybe Tom hadn’t noticed when it had changed, it sounded like another ABBA song. And it was… ‘Voulez-Vous’. Now it was Y/N, Sam and Clark. 

Tom didn’t even realize when Cherry was around him, and it probably was the alcohol working out but he danced with her. Not sure why. 

Y/N saw it, right from the stage, but luckily Clark had been kind enough to dance with her as someone else had hopped to the stage to sing with them, now that y/n was definitely not able to sing. 

And just as the song was ending, and as the next group of girls had popped on the stage,  she saw it, perfectly happening, Cherry’s lips were on Tom’s. 

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christmas with you | chapter four

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Rockin' around the Christmas tree

When Dorine had told you that they would be having a small family dinner, you should’ve realized it would’ve been anything but that.

Mark’s three other siblings and their respective families had all made their way to the house at around five o’clock.

Mark’s younger brother Joey stood by the fireplace with Mark and his father, Raymond who you’d met a little before the party started.

Like Dorine, Raymond was friendly, but he didn’t pry too much and didn’t bother to ask you any questions when you’d met for the first time.

Mark’s eldest sister Grace laughed in the kitchen with her wife and Dorine.

Mark seemed to be more like Grace, she was quiet but observant. She held out a hand for you to shake when she’d met you and made small talk, asking about the weather in Korea

Feeling out of place, you tried to make eye contact with Mark, hoping he’d come rescue you.

“Y/N!” Dorine called out from the kitchen. “Come join us.”

Grateful, you immediately rushed to the kitchen. “Can I help with something? Should I lay placemats on the table?”

Laughing, Dorine shook her head, “Oh no dear, you just seemed a little lost.”

Slightly embarrassed, you blushed. “I guess I didn’t really realize how big the family was.”

“Even Patricia didn’t realize.” Grace chimed in. “Her first time at a Tuan Christmas was quite a shock for her too. Don’t worry, you get used to it eventually right babe?”

Squeezing her partner’s hand, Grace kissed the back of it. Patricia smiled at Grace and then at you, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“You two are just adorable.” Dorine cooed. “I only hope Mark settles down eventually too.”

Your eyes widened slightly as you took in her knowing glance. She thought that Mark was going to marry you?

“Ha ha ha.” You faked an awkward laugh. “Anyway, how about those placemats?”

Grace, Patricia, and Dorine laughed at you.

“I can see why Mark likes you.” Grace grinned. “Here,”

She got up from her seat in the small table at the kitchen and headed over to a cabinet. Handing you a stack of placemats, you thanked her and scurried off to set the table.

Laying a mat at each seat, you were so concentrated on your task you didn’t even notice the hand on your arm.

“Y/N? Earth to Y/N?”

Whipping around, you were relieved to see Mark.

“I’m sorry I left you alone like that, my dad was just asking me about work stuff.” He apologized. “I hope my mom and Grace didn’t trouble you too much?”

“Not at all, they’re wonderful.” You smiled.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, Mark grabbed a few of the mats and helped you finish your task.

“Y/N!” A voice boomed.

Mark and you looked to see Raymond standing at the bar.

“Can I make you a drink? I make an excellent tequila sunrise.” He offered.

“Oh! Uh, no thank you Raymond.” You said politely.

“What? Come on! Don’t be shy, Mark do you want something?” He asked again.

“I’ll have whiskey on the rocks, thanks dad.” He answered. “Have something Y/N.”

“That tequila sunrise did sound pretty tempting…�� You gave in.

“Coming right up!” Raymond said happily as he got to work on making your drinks.

“Tammy, Get everyone at the table, we’re bringing the food out!” you heard Dorine call out from the kitchen.

You soon heard the pitter patter of everyone’s feet making their way to the dining table.

“I’m starving.” Joey said, taking a seat at the table.

Unsure of where to sit, Mark caught your wrist and brought you to sit next to him.

As the food was brought out and everyone took their seats, Raymond tapped his glass of whiskey with his knife.

“Everyone, I’d like to make a little toast.” he started, raising his glass.

All the people gathered at the table suddenly became silent, eagerly waiting to hear Raymond’s speech.

“First, let us thank God for the wonderful food and people gathered tonight. I can’t tell you how overjoyed Dorine and I are to have all our children back under one roof tonight.”

“Amen!” Dorine cheered from across the table. “My babies are all home.”

“Yes, and we welcome everyone gathered at our table tonight, especially this year’s newbie, Y/N!” Raymond raised his glass in your direction.

Shy at the attention, you blushed.

“Cheers everyone! Let’s eat.”

+++

After drinks, laughter, and more than enough food, the Tuan clan congregated in the living room. Though California wasn’t known for it’s white Christmases, the fifty degree weather at night was more than enough reason to get the fireplace started.

You watched as Mark helped Joey place a few logs inside to get the fire started, out of the corner of your eye you could see Kylia and Leila peeking around underneath the Christmas tree.

“What do you girls think you’re doing?” Raymond asked his granddaughters.

“We just wanted to check if Santa came early.” Leila said cheekily. “We thought maybe he left something under the tree early.”

“Santa Claus only comes on Christmas night, not a day earlier or later.” He explained firmly. “We have to leave milk and cookies for him,”

The adults in the room exchanged some glances before chuckling at the sight of a pouting Kylia and Leila. As the laughter died down, you could feel all the eyes on you.

“So Y/N,” Joey started. “I don’t know anything about you and Mark. How did you guys meet?”

This was easy, you and Mark had agreed to keep the lies to a minimum so you replied honestly. “I live in the apartment across from him, and we were friendly. Sometimes he’d help me carry my groceries in.”

“How chivalrous.” Joey mocked his older brother.

“I raised him right!” Dorine chimed in.

“So then how did you guys start dating?” He pressed further.

You glanced at Mark as his eyes widened slightly, the two of you hadn’t talked about a specific story yet…

“Um, I bumped into him with my pizza and ended up dropping it.” You started, embellishing an already partly true story. “So then he offered to buy me a new one and that was our first date…”

“I thought you guys met at a mutual friend’s Christmas party last year?” Tammy frowned. “Isn’t that what you said Mark?”

Mark jumped up, ready to clarify “Yeah, what I meant was, that was the first time we met, but then our first date was when we had pizza, right baby?”

“Yeah, right.” You nodded fervently.

“Baby?” Joey raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you two just the sweetest.”

“Quit teasing him,” Tammy scolded her younger brother. “Do we say anything to you when you start gushing about your girlfriend?”

That put an end to Joey’s mocking real quick.

“Well I think they’re just adorable!” Dorine smiled.

“I think I speak for everyone when I say, thank god Mark brought you home.” Grace spoke up and turned to you, “we were all worried he was going to die alone at the rate he was going.”

The room rumbled with a chorus of laughter.

“Hey!” Mark frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” Raymond assured his son. “All we’re saying is that we’re glad you found someone as kind and beautiful as Y/N to share your life with.”

Mark rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah.”

The night soon came to a close with everyone shuffling out of the house. At your insistence, Raymond and Dorine retired to their bedroom for the night. You and Mark worked quietly, cleaning up whatever mess had been left behind.

You stood at the sink, rinsing plates and loading them into the dishwasher. You could hear Mark shuffling around the room and collecting the extra glasses left around.

“What are you thinking about?” Mark asked.

Snapped out of your trance, you stood a little straighter and placed the dish you were holding into the dishwasher.

“I’m not thinking about anything.” You denied.

“Y/N, you were rinsing that plate for five minutes. You were definitely thinking about something, just tell me.” Mark insisted.

You silently stacked the rest of the glasses into the dishwasher before closing the machine and starting it up.

Walking to the front of the house, you opened the door and sat on the steps of the porch with Mark following closely behind.

“Okay, spit it out.” Mark said, folding his hands in his lap.

“You’re very close with your family… Aren’t you?” You said slowly.

“Yeah, they’re my anchor. I don’t know what I’d do without them.” He nodded.

“You’re lucky.” You told him. “Not everyone has a family like yours.”

“I know.” He admitted quietly.

“Do you? Because I don’t think you understand” You frowned. You paused before collecting yourself, “I’m sorry. It’s just, with everything that happened with my sister, I guess I just didn’t realize how bad things were until I met your family.”

Mark placed a hand over yours, “It’ll be okay.”

“Will it?” You asked. “I think I’m just starting to realize how alone I am.”

“You’re not alone Y/N.” Mark said firmly. “You have me and my family.”

You snorted at his response, “You mean the one we’re lying to?”

Letting out a breath, Mark shook his head, “Yes.”

“Why Mark? Why are we doing this? All they want is to see you happy. I don’t deserve their kindness, you should’ve brought someone you actually care about.” You told him.

“I care about you.” Mark frowned. “You’re my friend.”

“You know what I mean.” You rolled your eyes.

“It’s just for a few more days. Look, it’s already the 20th, we just have until the 26th and then we’ll be back in Korea before you know it.”

“I don’t know Mark…” You trailed off. It had only been one day and you were already doubting if you could do this.

“Please Y/N, I need you.” Mark looked into your eyes.

“Okay.” you sighed in defeat. “Alright, let’s just hope that the next few days go by quickly.”

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aesthetic.

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[ COLORS ] ~ burgundy. red. crimson. scarlet. maroon. mahogany. copper. amber. chocolate. brown. tawny. tan. bronze. brass. orange. gold. saffron. yellow. chartreuse. spring green. lime. mint. green. olive. forest. turquoise. teal. cerulean. blue. navy. cobalt. periwinkle. indigo. pewter. plum. purple. magenta. fuchsia. lilac. lavender. pink. coral. peach. ivory. cream. white. silver. grey. smoke. charcoal. ebony. black. pastels. vibrant. matte. metallic. muted. dark. light.

[ BODY ] ~ mutations. claws. fangs. wings. tails. feathers. webs. spikes. scales. fur. stripes. spots. freckles. acne. bruises. scars. scratches. gashes. lashes. wounds. amputations. burns. brands. teeth. gums. tongues. lips. beards. mustaches. cheeks. noses. ears. eyes. eyelashes. eyebrows. hair. heads. neck. shoulders. collar bones. arms. elbows. wrists. hands. fingers. breast. back. ribs. abs. belly. hips. curves. butts. legs. thighs. knees. shins. ankles. feet. toes. nails. sweat. spit. tears. blood. heart. stomach. lungs. liver. veins. guts. bones. spine. muscle. skin. feline. canine. masculine. feminine.

[ WEAPONS ] ~ bites. fists. kicks. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. bow. crossbow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. bombs. missiles. boomerangs. lethal pets. lasers. canons.

[ MATERIALS ] ~ metal. gold. silver. platinum. pewter. titanium. iron. steel. copper. bronze. brass. tin. bismuth. diamonds. pearls. rubies. garnets. sapphires. emeralds. jade. peridots. alexandrite. opal. topaz. jasper. quartz. rose quartz. smoky quartz. amethyst. citrine. fluorite. amber. malachite. turquoise. lapis lazuli. sodalite. pyrite. labradorite. moonstone. petrified wood. wood. paper. parchment. hemp. canvas. burlap. oils skin. muslin. rayon. faux. wool. fur. lace. leather. skins. suede. corduroy. silk. satin. chiffon. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. rocks. flint. asphalt. brick. granite. marble. dust. rust. glitter. sand. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. nylon. polyester. plastic. glass. porcelain. bone. shells. coral.

[ NATURE ] ~ grass. leaves. trees. bark. flowers. roses. daisies. forget me nots. tulips. lavender. sunflowers. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. roots. ocean. pond. river. stream. waterfall. creek. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. tropical. jungle. marsh. moors. swamp. plains. hills. highlands. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. fire. lava. ice. frost. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. shadow. tornado. hurricane. water spout. thunder. hail. twisters. humidity. dryness.

[ ANIMALS ] ~ birds. penguins. eagles. owls. falcons. vultures. hawks. swans. parrots. parakeets. doves. pigeons. ducks. robins. cardinals. blue jays. bluebirds. blackbirds. crows. ravens. magpies. mockingbirds. flamingos. ostriches. seagulls. albatross. peacocks. condors. finches. pelicans. chickens. geese. quail. bats. sheep. cows. buffalo. deer. hedgehogs. elephants. horses. giraffes. cats. lions. tigers. pumas. cheetahs. jaguars. foxes. dogs. wolves. coyotes. bunnies. mice. rats. monkeys. apes. bears. pandas. polar bears. snakes. iguanas. chameleons. alligators. crocodiles. turtles. lizards. frogs. toads. whales.dolphins. fish. sharks. stingrays. octopus. lobsters. crabs. bugs. spiders. moths. butterflies. flies. maggots. roaches. ladybugs. beetles. cicadas. dragonflies. fleas. termites. leeches. worms. snails. mosquitoes. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. dinosaurs.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] ~ pepper. salt. sugar. honey. syrup. caramel. candy. bubblegum. mints. candy canes. gumdrops. lollipops. chocolate. vanilla. cinnamon. ice cream. cake. cookies. brownies. biscuits. pie. tarts. lemonade. soda. champagne. wine. brandy. rum. whiskey. vodka. tequila. sake. beer. soju. gin. crema de cacao. cocoa. latte. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. fruit. apples. oranges. lemons. cherries. strawberries. blueberries. raspberries. cranberries. watermelons. cantaloupes. bananas. coconuts. grapes. kiwi. pomegranates. tomatoes. vegetables. potatoes. cucumbers. carrots. turnips. onions. leeks. celery. broccoli. cabbages. lettuces. roots. nuts. white meat. red meat. raw meat. veal. pork. chicken. beef. venison. fish. lobster. oysters. pizza. ambrosia. pasta. sandwiches. soup.

[ HOBBIES ] ~ music. piano. flute. woodwinds. whistles. drums. guitar. cello. synthesizer. violin. lute. harp. fiddle. harmonica. trumpet. brass. singing. composing. folk. classical. bluegrass. blues. jazz. big band. pop. country. rock. punk. metal. electronica. hip hop. reggae. ska. rap. vinyl records. cassettes. cds. soundcloud. itunes. spotify. art. sculpting. pottery. painting. watercolour. drawing. pastels. charcoal. sketching. graffiti. printing. inking. collecting. fighting. martial arts. self-defense. boxing. fencing. sumo. wrestling. jousting. paintball. lazer tag. duelling. hunting. fishing. climbing. weight lifting. training. sports. football. football (usa). rugby. baseball. cricket. lacrosse. volleyball. basketball. tennis. badminton. skating. cycling. sailing. swimming. rowing. hiking. running. gymnastics. dancing. ice skating. hockey. reading. writing. cooking. sewing. acting. photography. video games. horseback riding. gardening. smithing. shopping. traveling. movies. theatre, libraries. books. magazines. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. science.

[ STYLE ] ~ nudism. perfume. cologne. piercings. tattoos. henna. body paint. war paint. make up. lipstick. mascara. eyeliner. eye shadow. powder. beauty marks. blush. nail polish. lingerie. fishnet. pantie-hoes. socks. stockings. leggings. long johns. under armor. corsets. sports bras. bustles. camisoles. blouses. button ups. tunics. vests. waistcoats. leather jackets. ponchos. sweaters/jumpers. hoodies. skirts. jeans. kilts. breeches. scarfs. cravats. ascots. belts. sashes. gloves. heels. sandals. platforms. tennis shoes. penny loafers. jordans. slippers. boots. cowboy boots. rain boots. army boots. armor. justaucorps. trench coats. capes. cloaks. burqa. suits. tuxedos. kimonos. saris. sun dresses. gowns. jewelry. earrings. nose rings. lip rings. tongue piercings. belly rings. gauges. eyebrow rings. necklaces. pearl strings. leis. bracelets. bangles. cuffs. watches. friendship bracelets. rings. pendants. lockets. broaches. boutonnieres. pocket watches. cuff links. hats. crowns. circlets. flower crowns. helmets. hijabs. turbans. baseball caps. cowboy hats. brocade. doublet. gorget. bracers. masks. cowls. braces. glasses. sun glasses. eye contacts. pajamas.

[ MISC ] ~ balloons. bubbles. candles. battle. war. diplomacy. peace. money. power. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. sex. hugs. duality. sin. lust. greed. wrath. envy. sloth. gluttony. pride. virtue. chivalry. honor. piety. charity. diligence. chastity. gentleness. aggression. romance. hatred. grief. pity. success. bitterness. sorrow. joy. fear. anger. good. evil. relativity. vampirism. sapphism. life. birth. time. death. illusion. silence.

Tagged stole from: @ababwa Tagging: @direbcrn @sunsreign & anyone else who wants to do iiit

[riverdaledreaming]

Tag Game

Tagged by @moons2stars​ 😘

1. what is the color of your hairbrush? Light blue with black bristles 

2. name a food you never eat: Uhhh maybe tofu? I’ve had it a few times but not my fave

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? Always too cold omg

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? Chatting with my future roommate at a café

5. what’s your favorite candy bar? KitKats

6. have you ever been to a professional sports game? Yeet, my dad had season tickets to the Blazers basketball team when I was a kid

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? “Bonne Journée” (That’s good day in French)

8. what is your favorite ice cream? Phish Food if Ben and Jerrys, cookie dough if anything else

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? Grand creme latté

10. do you like your wallet? I do indeed it’s got RFID blockers and soo many lil pockets

11. what is the last thing you ate? A lil biscuit with my latte

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? Nope

13. what’s the last sporting event you watched? Probably part of an NFL game while my dad was watching it on TV last week

14. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? This theatre in my hometown makes it with rosemary and it’s soo good

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? Text specifically? Probably my teacher contact in France. But message in general my mama

16. ever been camping? Yeah! Love it. Been a minute though

17. do you take vitamins? No but I prob should lol

18. do you regularly attend a place of worship? Nope

19. do you have a tan? There is a semi-permanent tanline in the shape of my Chaco sandals on each of my feet so compared to that yes but generally not really

20. do you prefer chinese or pizza? Pizzaaaa

21. do you drink your soda through a straw? When I have my metal one on me

22. what color socks do you usually wear? I like multi-colored or patterned ones, currently my socks have arrows on them

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? Ooooops yes often

24. what terrifies you? Pain and being hurt or sick

25. look to your left, what do you see? My finished knit sock :)

26. what chore do you hate most? Not sure, maybe cleaning toilets

27. what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? I think of my old friend from there and wonder what he’s up to

28. what’s your favorite soda? Dr. Pepper

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? Depends on how busy the drive thru is but generally would just hit the drive thru

30. what’s your favorite number? 13? Idk I like 3′s

31. who’s the last person you talked to? My future roommate here in France

32. favorite meat? Pork

33. last song you listened to? Golden by Harry Styles ayoo

34. last book you read? ”The Starless Sea” by Erin Morgenstern

35. favorite day of the week? I guess Fridays

36. can you say the alphabet backwards? Haven’t tried in a min but at one point yeah

37. how do you like your coffee? Sweet or with milk/cream

38. favorite pair of shoes? My green Rifle Paper Co rainboots 😍

39. time you normally get up? Omg lately like 9am but it really varies

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? Sunsets

41. how many blankets are on your bed? Currently just the one but I would prefer more

42. describe your kitchen plates? Well in my current Airbnb they are Ikea and like robin’s egg blue

43. describe your kitchen at the moment: Airbnb kitchen again, it is small and clean but lacking in some necessities like spatulas

44. do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? My go-to cocktail would be a Tequila Sunrise but I always check for signature cocktails at new bars, I also really love ciders

45. do you play cards? Not more than normal? Like it is not an activity I seek out but not one I avoid either

46. what color is your car? Aww my sweet electric blue Hyundai, how I miss her already 😭

47. can you change a tire? Nope

48. your favorite state or province? I meeean I love my homestate of Oregon but really enjoyed Louisiana when I visited

Tagging my girls @kagszzy @crashhale and @cherryliqueurkinks if they are interested but no pressure 😘

[chocolatspring]

Random Questions

Tagged by: @violagoth!

1. What is the color of your hairbrush?: Silver ): My last one was purple and I was sad when I couldn’t find that one.

2. Name a food you never eat: Sea Food. I got food poisoning once when I was a child and now the smell makes me nauseous.

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold?: I’m gonna go with too warm.

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?: Laying on the couch watching Youtube videos. Which I am actually still doing

5. What’s your favorite candy bar?: Do Reese’s Cups count? Do Twix count?

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports game?: Yes! Our family used to do annual Diamondbacks vs. Dodgers games and it was really fun.

7. What is the last thing you said out loud?: “Oh no! Oh my god!” As I watched someone destroy a gingerbread house with a knife lmao

8. What is your favorite ice cream?: Chocolate! The more chocolate things in there, the better. Fudge? Yes. Brownies? Yes. Cookie Dough? Yes. CHOCOLATE.

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?: Water

10. Do you like your wallet?: Yea it’s nice. It’s nice and roomy, but I miss my leopard print wallet that I finally got rid of this year ):

11. What is the last thing you ate?: 2 Tamales and some rice

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?: Lol no

13. What’s the last sporting event you watched?: I don’t watch sports on tv! I find it incredibly boring unless I’m actually at the arena watching it in person

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?: Butter popcorn and caramel popcorn

15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to?: Message to my bff group chat :)

16. Ever been camping?: Once, as a child. Was not a fan D:

17. Do you take vitamins?: Multivitamin

18. Do you regularly attend a place of worship?: Nope

19. Do you have a tan?: Lmao no ): I actually had to go down a color in my makeup foundation cause I’m getting paler.

20. Do you prefer Chinese or pizza?: PORQUE NO LOS DOS

21. Do you drink your soda through a straw?: Sometimes

22. What color socks do you usually wear?: I hate socks! But I wear them cause it’s winter and that means boot season. So I’ve been wearing cute prints that no one will ever get to see.

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit?: Look, I live in Arizona. We are ALWAYS speeding. If you aren’t going 75 mph, move the fuck over

24. What terrifies you?: Bugs D:

25. Look to your left, what do you see?: My Wei Wuxian cushion who is not accompanied by Lan Wangji cause I accidentally knocked him down.

26. What chore do you hate most?: Mopping floors. Putting away laundry

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?: Chris Hemsworth?

28. What’s your favorite soda?: Dr. Pepper

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru?: Drive thru, we living in a pandemic

30. What’s your favorite number?: 23

31. Who’s the last person you talked to?: Gracie! Because she’s my roommate who is currently sitting on the couch next to me

32. Favorite meat?: Carne Asada and Milanesa

33. Last song you listened to?: Whatever plays at the end of youtube videos ):

34. Last book you read?: Look, I have no idea. I’ve been on AO3 all year.

35. Favorite day of the week?: Saturday

36. Can you say the alphabet backwards?: Yes’m

37. How do you like your coffee?: My starbucks order is a peppermint mocha frappuccino with no whip. At home, a dark roast coffee with peppermint mocha creamer.

38. Favorite pair of shoes?:Simple black strappy heeled sandals

39. Time you normally get up?: My work schedule has been so fucked up the last two months, so it’s been constantly changing. The last two weeks I’ve been waking up around 10 but starting Monday, I’ll be getting up at 6:30.

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets?: I LOVE sunsets 

41. How many blankets on your bed?: 2 blankets and one sheet

42. Describe your kitchen plates?: Light blue Ikea plates

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment: Ahahaha I went on a cleaning spree yesterday, it looks great.

44. Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?: No ): I like really sweet and fruity drinks. I tend to stick to washington apples or tequila sunrises

45. Do you play cards?: Not really

46. What color is your car?: It’s white and I hate it :)

47. Can you change a tire?: I’ve never tried but I feel like I probably could

48. Your favorite state or province?: I love Arizona but California also has a special place in my heart

49. Favorite job you’ve had?: Probably my last work place. It had it’s many challenges, but I learned a lot and I had some pretty amazing coworkers. I miss them all SO MUCH

tagging @tearosewater @little-writing-worm @omegalovaniac @goldturnedgray

[x-lulu]

50 questions tag!

thank you @nxsmss and @outerbankslut for the tag 💜

1. what is the color of your hairbrush? black

2. name a food you never eat? Idk so I’m going to say meat, because vegetarian

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? too warm I think?

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? studying

5. what’s you’re favorite candy bar? idk

6. have you ever been to a professional sports game? no

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? good night, so nothing exciting haha

8. what is your favorite ice cream? ben & jerry’s chocolate fudge brownie or cookie dough

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? water

10. do you like your wallet? nope, I really need a new one

11. what is the last thing you ate? yoghurt with fruit

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? no

13. what’s the last sporting event you watched? football/soccer

14. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? salty

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? a friend

16. ever go camping? only when I was really young, so can’t really remember much

17. do you take vitamins? no

18. do you regularly attend a place of worship? no

19. do you have a tan? nope haha

20. do you prefer chinese or pizza? pizza I think

21. do you drink soda through a straw? changes

22. what color socks do you usually wear? it really depends on my mood tbh, sometimes just white but I also have happy socks which I like to wear :)

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? i don’t have a drivers license

24. what terrifies you? a lot actually lol, just the big things like the future, being alone that kind of stuff. but also snakes...

25. look to your left, what do you see? window

26. what chore do you hate most? doing the dishes

27. what do you think of when you hear an australian accent? I just get really excited because I love the accent haha

28. what’s your favorite soda? don’t have one

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? i don’t really eat fast food, but when I do I like the drive thru

30. what’s your favorite number? 8

31. last person you talked to? a friend

32. favorite cut of beef? i’m a vegetarian

33. last song you listend to? falling by harry styles, I needed a cry haha

34. last book you read? geography textbook

35. favorite day of the week? saturday

36. can you say the alphabet backwards? nope and I sing the song every time I need to know the order :)

37. how do you like your coffe? I don’t drink coffee, I’m a tea person

38. favorite pair of shoes? I love heels

39. time you normally get up? it used to be 6.30 but my life is a bit weird atm because of mental health issues so it changes everyday

40. what do you prefer sunrise or sunset? both, but I’m more a night person so sunsets I think

41. how many blankets on your bed? one, two during the winter and other times I’m cold

42. describe your kitchen plates? white or light blue

43. describe your kitchen at the moment? just cleaned it

44. do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? maybe tequila? I can’t handle that shit so at a party it’s fun but the day after ugh... tbh I drink everything hah

45. do you play cards? sometimes but not really

46. what color is your car? i don’t have one

47. can you change a tire? nope

48. your favorite state? haven’t really been to many

49. favorite job you’ve had? still at school, but the jobs I’ve had all sucked haha

50. tagging: @thegreatestofheck @drewswannabegirl @jjaybank @ilovefandoms102 @rafeyybabyy @jeyramarie sorry if you’ve already been tagged x

[rightpath]

aesthetic.

What are your muse’s aesthetics? BOLD any which apply to your muse! Remember to REPOST! Feel free to add to the list!

[ COLOURS ]  ~  burgundy. RED. crimson. scarlet. maroon. mahogany. copper. AMBER. CHOCOLATE. brown. tawny. tan. bronze. BRASS. orange. gold. saffron. yellow. chartreuse. spring green. lime. mint. green. olive. forest. turquoise. teal. CERULEAN. blue. navy. cobalt. periwinkle. indigo. pewter. plum. purple. magenta. fuchsia. lilac. lavender. pink. coral. peach. IVORY. cream. white. SILVER. grey. SMOKE. charcoal. ebony. black. pastels. vibrant. matte. METALLIC. muted. dark. light.

[ BODY ] ~ mutations. claws. fangs. wings. tails. FEATHERS. webs. spikes. scales. fur. stripes. spots. freckles. acne. bruises. scars. scratches. gashes. lashes. wounds. amputations. burns. brands. teeth. gums. tongues. lips. beards. mustaches. CHEEKS. noses. ears. eyes. EYELASHES. eyebrows. HAIR. heads. neck. shoulders. collar bones. arms. elbows. wrists. HANDS. fingers. breast. back. ribs. abs. belly. hips. curves. butts. legs. thighs. knees. shins. ankles. feet. toes. nails. SWEAT. spit. TEARS. BLOOD. heart. stomach. lungs. liver. veins. guts. bones. SPINE. muscle. skin. FELINE. canine. MASCULINE. FEMININE.

[ WEAPONS ]  ~  bites. fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. bow. crossbow. hammer. SHIELD. poison. GUNS. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. TASERS. MACHINE GUNS. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. BOMBS. MISSILES. boomerangs. lethal pets. LASERS.

[ MATERIALS ]  ~ METAL. gold. silver. platinum. pewter. TITANIUM. IRON. STEEL. copper. BRONZE. brass. tin. bismuth. diamonds. pearls. rubies. garnets. sapphires. emeralds. jade. peridots. alexandrite. opal. topaz. jasper. quartz. rose quartz. smoky quartz. amethyst. citrine. fluorite. amber. malachite. turquoise. lapis lazuli. sodalite. pyrite. labradorite. moonstone. petrified wood. wood. paper. parchment. hemp. canvas. burlap. oils skin. muslin. rayon. faux. wool. fur. lace. leather. skins. suede. corduroy. silk. satin. chiffon. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. rocks. flint. asphalt. brick. granite. marble. dust. rust. glitter. sand. dirt. mud. SMOKE. ash. carbonate. rubber. SYNTHETICS. nylon. polyester. plastic. GLASS. porcelain. bone. shells. coral.

[ NATURE ]  ~ grass. leaves. trees. bark. flowers. roses. daisies. forget me nots. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. roots. OCEAN. pond. river. stream. waterfall. creek. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. tropical. jungle. marsh. moors. swamp. plains. hills. highlands. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. CLOUDS. mountains. fire. lava. ice. frost. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. shadow. tornado. hurricane. water spout. thunder. hail. twisters. humidity. dryness.

[ ANIMALS ] ~ birds. penguins. eagles. owls. falcons. vultures. hawks. swans. parrots. parakeets. doves. pigeons. ducks. robins. cardinals. blue jays. bluebirds. blackbirds. crows. ravens. magpies. mockingbirds. flamingos. ostriches. seagulls. STORKS. albatross. peacocks. condors. finches. pelicans. chickens. geese. quail. bats. sheep. cows. buffalo. deer. hedgehogs. elephants. horses. giraffes. CATS. lions. tigers. pumas. cheetahs. jaguars. foxes. dogs. wolves. coyotes. bunnies. mice. rats. monkeys. apes. bears. pandas. polar bears. snakes. iguanas. chameleons. alligators. crocodiles. turtles. lizards. frogs. toads. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. stingrays. octopus. lobsters. crabs. bugs. spiders. ants. moths. butterflies. flies. maggots. roaches. ladybugs. beetles. cicadas. dragonflies. fleas. termites. leeches. worms. snails. mosquitoes. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. dinosaurs.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ]  ~  pepper. salt. SUGAR. honey. SYRUP. caramel. CANDY. bubblegum. mints. candy canes. gumdrops. lollipops. CHOCOLATE. vanilla. cinnamon. ICE CREAM. CAKE. COOKIES. BROWNIES. biscuits. pie. tarts. lemonade. SODA. champagne. wine. brandy. rum. whiskey. vodka. tequila. sake. beer. soju. gin. crema de cacao. COCOA. latte. coffee. TEA. spices. herbs. fruit. apples. oranges. lemons. cherries. STRAWBERRIES. blueberries. raspberries. cranberries. watermelons. cantaloupes. bananas. coconuts. grapes. kiwi. pomegranates. tomatoes. vegetables. potatoes. cucumbers. carrots. turnips. onions. leeks. celery. broccoli. cabbages. lettuces. roots. nuts. white meat. red meat. raw meat. veal. pork. chicken. beef. venison. fish. lobster. oysters. pizza. ambrosia. pasta. sandwiches. soup.

[ HOBBIES ]  ~  music. piano. flute. woodwinds. whistles. drums. guitar. cello. synthesizer. violin. lute. harp. fiddle. harmonica. trumpet. brass. singing. composing. folk. classical. bluegrass. blues. jazz. big band. pop. country. rock. punk. metal. electronica. hip hop. reggae. ska. rap. vinyl records. cassettes. cds. soundcloud. itunes. spotify. art. sculpting. pottery. painting. watercolour. drawing. pastels. charcoal. sketching. graffiti. printing. inking. collecting. FIGHTING. martial arts. self-defence. boxing. fencing. sumo. wrestling. jousting. paintball. LAZER TAG. duelling. hunting. fishing. climbing. weight lifting. TRAINING. sports. football. football (usa). rugby. baseball. cricket. lacrosse. volleyball. basketball. tennis. badminton. skating. cycling. sailing. rowing. hiking. running. gymnastics. dancing. ice skating. hockey. reading. writing. cooking. sewing. acting. photography. VIDEO GAMES. horseback riding. gardening. smithing. shopping. traveling. MOVIES. theatre. libraries. books. magazines. playing cards. poker chips. CHESS. dice. science.

[ STYLE ]  ~ nudism. perfume. cologne. piercings. tattoos. henna. body paint. war paint. make up. lipstick. mascara. eyeliner. eye shadow. powder. beauty marks. blush. nail polish. lingerie. fishnet. pantie-hoes. socks. stockings. leggings. long johns. under armor. corsets. sports bras. bustles. camisoles. blouses. button ups. tunics. VESTS. waistcoats. leather jackets. ponchos. sweaters/jumpers. hoodies. SKIRTS. jeans. kilts. breeches. scarfs. cravats. ascots. BELTS. sashes. gloves. heels. sandals. platforms. tennis shoes. penny loafers. jordans. slippers. BOOTS. cowboy boots. rain boots. army boots. armor. justaucorps. trench coats. capes. cloaks. burqa. suits. tuxedos. kimonos. saris. sun dresses. gowns.jewelry. earrings. noes rings. lip rings. tongue piercings. belly rings. gauges. eyebrow rings.necklaces. pearl strings. leis. bracelets. bangles. cuffs. watches. friendship bracelets. rings. pendants. lockets. broaches. boutonnieres. pocket watches. cuff links. hats. crowns. circlets. flower crowns. helmets. hijabs. turbans. baseball caps. cowboy hats. brocade. doublet. gorget. bracers. masks. cowls. braces. glasses. sun glasses. eye contacts. pyjamas.

[ MISC ]  ~ balloons. bubbles. candles. BATTLE. WAR. DIPLOMACY. PEACE. money. POWER. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. OPTIMISM. pessimism. loneliness. family. FRIENDS. assistants. co-workers. enemies. LOYALTY. smoking. drugs. KINDNESS. love. sex. hugs. duality. sin. lust. greed. wrath. envy. sloth. gluttony. pride. virtue. CHIVALRY. HONOR. piety. charity. DILIGENCE. chastity. gentleness. AGGRESSION. romance. hatred. grief. pity. success. bitterness. sorrow. joy. fear. ANGER. good. evil. relativity. vampirism. sapphism. life. BIRTH. time. death. illusion. silence.

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50 questions tag game!

tagged by: @spacegirlsgang thanks for the tag!!🤠

1) What is the color of your hairbrush?

green

2) Name a food you never eat?

seafood (not including sushi lol)

3) Are you typically too warm or too cold?

too cold

4) What were you doing 45 mins ago?

watching the office

5) What’s your favorite candy bar?

mars, twix, and reece’s peanut butter cups

6) Have you ever been to a professional sports game?

sadly i have not :(

7) What was the last thing you said out loud?

i made french fries

8) What is your favorite ice cream?

chocolate chip cookie dough

9) What was the last thing you had to drink?

iced tea

10) Do you like your wallet?

yea, i guess lol

11) What was the last thing you ate?

french fries

12) Did you buy any new clothing last weekend?

no i didn’t. which is great considering i have a shopping addiction

13) What’s the last sporting event you watched?

the 2020 stanley cup final

14) What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

classic butter :)

15) Who was the last person you sent a text to?

a groupchat that’s planning to go to a haunted attraction lol

16) Ever go camping?

yep! i usually go a couple times every year during the summer

17) Do you take your vitamins?

no......

18) Do you regularly attend a place of worship?

no

19) Do you have a tan?

i have a tan all year round because i am east indian lol

20) Do you prefer Chinese or pizza?

while i love pizza, chinese is just....on another level *chefs kiss*

21) Do you drink soda through straws?

usually yes

22) What color socks do you usually wear?

classic white nike’s :)

23) Do you ever drive above the speed limit?

yes, most of the time. not that i’m in a rush, i’m just used to speeding. which is horrible

24) What terrifies you?

the dark and deep water (even though i can swim lol)

25) Look to you left, what do you see?

a wall

26) What chore do you hate the most?

dishes and laundry

27) What do you think when you hear an Australian accent?

i love it, i think i do a pretty great impression

28) What’s your favorite soda?

coca cola <3

29) Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru?

drive thru, always

30) What’s your favorite number?

19 ;)

31) Who’s the last person you talked to?

my mom lol

32) Favorite cut of beef?

ummm i have no knowledge on beef, i usually have chicken

33) Last song you listened to?

brown skin girl by beyonce

34) Last book you read?

ummmmmm.........to kill a mockingbird in my grade 12 english class

35) Favorite day of the week?

i really like saturday

36) Can you say the alphabet backwards?

nope

37) How do you like your coffee?

i don’t drink warm coffee sooo....iced coffee with flavouring

38) Favourite pair of shoes?

i don’t have a favourite pair, i think it’s unfair to all of my other shoes. i do love my collection of jordans tho

39) Time you normally get up?

oof, it’s changed a lot since covid. sometimes early, sometimes late

40) Do you prefer sunrise or sunset?

sunset

41) Describe your kitchen plates?

classic white round ikea plates

42) How many blankets on your bed?

two

43) Describe your kitchen at the moment?

what are these questions???? umm marble countertops, silver kitchen appliances, cool brown cabinets, with white/grey/darkbrown tiles

44) Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?

oooooo i love long island iced teas, a classic rum and coke, and tequila ;)

45) Do you play cards?

yea, usually when i’m at the cabin with friends

46) What color is your car?

silver

47) Can you change a tire?

no i can’t but my dad can

48) Favourite state?

ummm i’m canadian so i’ll do favourite province. i like BC :)

49) Favorite job you’ve had?

i used to work at shaw (a canadian tv/internet/phone provider) and the commission there was 💸🤑

50) Tagging: anyone else who wants to do this!! :)

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