#and madelaine because shes trying to help him and he takes her down with him

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Madelaine teaching Kashif how to ice skate

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Summary: Spencer and Y/n both struggle with the challenges that come with being parents, but take away each others insecurities

Can I request where spencer x reader have a 6 month old and reader is completely wore out and feels like a horrible mom. Just super comforting & fluffy.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Hurt then comfort)

Content Warning: Insecurities about being parents

Word Count: 1.8k

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Leaving work early was something Spencer avoided doing as much as possible. Even for the three years that he had Y/n to go home to. Being unreliable was something he hated, and he much preferred to call Hotch and ask him not to come in.

He'd only been back at work for three months, taking four months off to be with Y/n and then their baby. His intention was six months, maybe more if she needed him, but by the time Madelaine was three months old, she was practically begging him to leave. She knew she would have to learn to parent without him there, so she chose to drive in the deep end.

Spencer could tell that was a bad idea, so he insisted on consulting in Garica's office in Quantico for two months. After that, the cases seemed to come back-to-back. He felt terrible for only having a day or two in between them to spend at home, but every time, Y/n assured him it was okay. He had no idea how she did it, managing it all, but he had never been more grateful for his incredible wife.

Until one Thursday morning, after the team had been on a case from Sunday night. Spencer hadn't gotten back home until mid-Wednesday. Determined to make it up to her, Spencer did everything he could think of to help out. All too soon, he was out the door again, heading back to BAU to finish his paperwork.

By 11, when he hadn't heard from her, despite the twenty-one text messages he'd sent, he was worried enough to be knocking on Hotch's office door.

"Hey, Hotch, I was, uh, wondering if I could go home?" Spencer asked, his satchel already packed on his desk.

Hotch could sense the urgency in his voice and the thoughtful look on his face. "Of course. Are you feeling okay, though?"

Spencer shuffled on his feet a little before figuring Hotch would be a good person to confide in. "I'm just worried about Y/n."

"Do you want to sit?" Hotch offered, nodding to the seat in front of him and putting his pen down.

Agreeing, Spencer sat down. "I just- She's there every day, by herself, and I can't help but feel like I'm, um, not doing good enough." He spoke with uncharacteristic honesty. "And she deserves me doing the best job." He couldn't stop tapping his foot. "I just have a feeling something's wrong. She's not replying to my texts, and I'm trying not to be paranoid."

"Can I offer some advice?" Hotch asked, knowing he'd felt the same thing years before when he was torn between his job and his family. The last thing he wanted was to watch Spencer's marriage deteriorate like his had done. Spencer nodded, needing to hear someone's thoughts but his own. "Go back home, and stay there until you figure it out. You can't lose your family to this job."

Spencer stood up as soon as the words registered. "Yes, thank you." With those last three words, he was out of Hotch's office. He hurried out a few goodbyes to the team, who could all see something had been bothering him all morning.

Even on the subway, his foot bounced. He didn't even bother to take out a book because he knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate. His shaky fingers almost couldn't put the key in the door.

Hearing Madelaine's crying, Spencer quickly locked the door and put his things down. "Y/n, I'm home!" He called out, panic growing when he didn't get a reply. Maybe she was just sleeping.

All Spencer could think about was the worse possible scenario, losing both of them. It only took him a few quick steps to get to the nursery, opening the door into her darkened room as the cries grew louder. The planet mobile was still on, so was the baby monitor.

Spencer reached down to swoop her up. "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay, Lanie." He cooed, holding the baby to his chest, with his large hands wrapping around her whole body. The one-piece she was wearing was one he picked for her, white with a print of little dinosaurs on it.

Ever since he'd held her tiny figure to his chest in the hospital, all he needed to do was protect her. Only innocence that he didn't want the sometimes harsh world to tarnish.

"Hey, see, you're okay." Spencer softly bounced the little girl up and down, stroking his thumb over the back of her head. The slight amount of brown hair she had was possibly the softest thing he'd ever felt.

Spencer balanced her head on his forearm, wrapping his arm around her to stabilize her. Gently, he slipped his index finger into her mouth so she could suckle on it. When she quietened down, he felt a little calmer, still worried about his wife.

Feeling around her gums, he could tell she was in pain. Most probably the explanation for her wailing. "Aww, Lanie, princess, you're teething."

Still rocking her, he moved to the dresser to grab the tube of teething gel. He switched his index finger out for his coated ring finger.

"Daddy's sorry he didn't notice," Spencer spoke to her even though she couldn't comprehend any of it. He was just so sorry about it, and he needed someone he wouldn't burden with his insecurities. "You're a little bit flushed, aren't you? Only on the left, though, and you're warm." He listed off all the things he hadn't noticed calmly, but he had never felt like a worse parent. "It's your bottom-left central incisor. The fun part is it'll come out when you're 6." Madelaine was almost asleep in his arms, softly sucking on his finger. "I just hope it doesn't go as fast as the last six months have." He remarked, slowing his rocking and walking back over to her bassinet.

As gently as possible, he placed her in it. After he leaned forward to place a kiss on her forehead, he kept gazing at her, unwilling to miss another moment. She might have been the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, even if his judgment was biased.

Maybe it was because Madelaine was the perfect mix of him and Y/n. An incredible gift that he would forever cherish. Something he could never repay his wife for. "I'm gonna go find Mommy, okay?" He informed the sleeping baby. "I love you so much." He listened to her peaceful breathing for a moment before he left the room.

Figuring Y/n was asleep, Spencer tiptoed around their apartment, making his way towards the bedroom. He was tired enough he could probably sleep right next to her.

But she wasn't there. The curtains were drawn closed, her book placed on the bedside table, the lamp on, all signs that would point to her being asleep.

"Y/n? Where are you?" Spencer hurriedly asked, reaching for his gun in case his nightmare was coming true.

Then he heard her. "In here." It was a broken tone Spencer knew that. The one she spoke in when she was crying and her voice was hoarse.

Spencer finally was able to take a deep breath, feeling the air filling his lungs when he realized she was alive. Knowing something was still wrong, he opened the bathroom door.

Right away, he saw Y/n sitting on the tiled floor, her knees to her chest with her back against the wall. She didn't even look up at him, gazing at the opposite wall with tears streaming down her cheeks.

Sinking his back down the wall, he sat next to her. "Rough day?" He inquired, reaching out to hold her hand.

The comfort only made Y/n sob more. "I-I couldn't get her to stop crying." She confessed, not having felt so bad since Madelaine was born.

For hours, she'd tried to calm her by trying everything, but she couldn't do it. Spencer rubbed his thumb over hers, prompting her to continue confiding in him. It was maybe one of his favorite things about being her husband.

"I just left her there to cry," Y/n told him like she was admitting to a principal she'd started the fight. She drew her lips together, shaking her head. "I couldn't do it, and I feel so terrible about it. I really don't think I'm good enough for this."

Spencer shook his head, making her look up at him. "No, Y/n. I'm not going to let you think that when you're an amazing mother." He firmly stated, trying to stop the spiral of self-doubt he knew she could fall into.

"I'm so overwhelmed that I can't look even look after her properly. That makes me a terrible mother." Y/n determined, wiping her palm over her cheeks. Placing a hand on her cheek, Spencer turned her face to look at his. She couldn't bear to see him so empathetic when she listened to Madelaine crying for an hour. "You're so incredible with her, Spence. You always get her to stop crying." She complimented. "Please don't leave me."

Spencer could feel her heart breaking as her voice broke into a sob. He wrapped his arms around her, rubbing his hand up and down her back as they both sobbed. "There isn't and never will be any reason for me to want to leave you. Two years ago, I made you a promise, and I don't intend to break it." He twirled the ring on his finger, thinking about one of the happiest days of his life as he comforted her.

Y/n pulled back to look at him, her tears slowing. "I'm so lucky you're the one I get to do this with."

A humorless chuckle left his mouth, and Y/n frowned at him. "Do you know why I'm here?" Y/n shook her head, only just realizing it was odd. "Because I felt so horrible about coming home late, going to work early, and never being here for you." He explained his list of regrets, trying not to cry.

Wiping up his tears, Y/n gently kissed his lips. "You are an incredible father, Spence." She assured him. "I have never had any doubts, and neither should you."

"I love you." Spencer blurted out like he hadn't said it a thousand times before. "You've given me an opportunity I'll never be able to thank you enough for."

"I love you too," Y/n replied, resting her nose against his. "More and more every day."

Tilting his chin up, Spencer delicately kissed her. As usual, it made all the hurt go away. When he pulled away, he stood up, offering her a hand. Y/n took it, letting her pull him up off the ground both physically and metaphorically.

"Do you want to go watch her sleep?" Spencer offered with a half-smile.

Y/n nodded eagerly, walking hand and in hand with him to the nursery. "After we've done, I'd really like to cuddle."

Spencer placed a kiss on the top of her head. "You never even need to ask, sweetheart."

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Riverdale//compliments

Request: riverdale cast x fem! Reader. reader HATES getting compliments, not that she doesn’t appreciates them but she just gets uncomfortable and doesn’t know what to sayn e ways the cast is chillin in the cast tents talking posting on the insta story playing games etc. Jordan being the annoying but loving cast mate that he is start gives her a compliment and she visibly gets so uncomfortable and everyone sees that so they keep spitting compliments at her until she gets up to walk out of the tent but drew stops her saying they’ll stop so she sits back down, then cole spits out another compliment and she through a her water bottle at him

hey! i had so much fun writing this! i just really like writing for the cast as a whole group and when they’re annoying each other it’s even better! enjoy! 

Compliment. 

Even hearing the word makes you uncomfortable. 

The very thought of people saying anything remotely nice to you makes your skin crawl. I mean what do you even say to them? Thank you that means a lot? Thank you but you’re wrong? Whatever you say, you sound like an ass. 

And so whenever you hear somebody say anything that has anything nice in it apart from the usual everyday conversation, you change the subject and hope that they don’t push it. 

Which is quite ironic that out of all of the careers you could go into, you chose acting, because it’s of course known for it’s lack of compliments. I mean, it’s not like they have full on award shows that’s only purpose is to give out literal prizes to the best of the best. 

“Come on Drew, it’s really not that hard.” Vanessa groans and leans over his shoulder, trying to swipe the screen while Drew attempts to tilt it away from her. 

You pull your eyes away from your own phone and an amused smile pulls at your lips as you watch the interaction happening across from you. Vanessa’s eyebrows furrow as she tries and falls to teach Drew how to play some game that is far too loud for 8 in the morning. 

“Really Drew?” She deadpans and Drew lets out an exasperated sigh. 

“That was your fault! You and your swiping!” He argues, flailing his arms around and the two of them fall into a small row. You and Madelaine share a tired look before she decides to pull her camera out and film the two of them. 

“And here we see, Vanessa and Drew arguing over Cute Kittens Two, a game that literally no one over the age of 12 ever plays.” Cole says with a terrible british accent making the two of you giggle. Madelaine turns the camera on to him and he suddenly gets shy, a small blush spreading over his cheeks as he chuckles nervously and starts a conversation with KJ and Lili.

“Y/n, can you please entertain the people?” Mads asks and you send her a look, it screams ‘why are you making me do this?’ and in return she just sticks her tongue out at you. 

“I dunno what you want me to do?” You groan and hide your face behind your hands. 

“Literally anything is more interesting than those idiots.” Jordan interrupts while shuffling through the opening in the tent. He rubs his eyes and sips his coffee before taking the empty seat beside you and slumping in it.

“Aww, is someone tired?” Charles teases and leans over Cami to pinch his cheek. Cami elbows him, grumbling angrily about trying to cheat at the game of uno they have going. 

“Fuck off.” He mumbles and pushes his hand away. 

Mad’s sighs dramatically and turns the camera off before shoving it back into her bag.

“You know I have YouTube guidelines to stick to...I can’t have you dropping f-bombs at the beginning of my videos.” She huffs and throws an empty candy wrapper at him. 

“Hey, if you’re gonna through food wrappers and me at least make sure they have the food in them.” He sulks and Madelaine smiles before throwing a full sized snickers at his head. 

You roll your eyes at the two of them before quickly snapping a picture of you frowning and posting it to your Insta story, the caption ‘help me’, in the corner. 

“Rude.” Casey calls from across the room making you giggle and grin. 

Silence falls over all of you for a little while, each of you happily doing your own thing while you wait to be called to set. But then Jordan has to open his stupid mouth and it makes your blood run cold. 

“Oh hey Y/n.” He says nonchalantly, barely looking up from his phone as he types away. You hum in acknowledgement, glancing at him quickly while attempting to win the game of Mario Kart you’re playing on your switch. 

“I saw the trailer for that new movie your in, Wrong About The Ocean.” He starts and you freeze, Yoshi and his cute little car with ridiculously oversized wheels crashing into one of the barriers. You whine and look up, fear flashing through your eyes as you look at the dark haired man sat beside you. 

“Yeah?” You ask, your voice wavering as you try your hardest to remain calm. 

“Yeah!” He grins, dropping his phone in his lap, and meeting your gaze. “You were so good!” He says and your stomach churns at his words. Despite the kind smile on his face, you feel more like he’s just punched you and you have to force a smile onto your face as you slowly slide further down in your seat. “And Harry Styles. I mean talk about a beefcake.” He adds, stopping the group in their actions as they all stare at him, eyebrows raised and lips parted in confusion. “What? This is the 21st Century now, guys can find other guys attractive.” 

“That’s not what we have a problem with.” Charles rolls his eyes and Jordan looks at him even more confused. 

“Beefcake?” Lili repeats his words, causing the people around you to giggle and you let out a relived sigh now that the attention has moved off of you.

“Did you seriously call Harry Styles a beefcake?” Cami asks, trying and failing to hide her laughter and Jordan sends a glare her way, crossing his arms and holding his head high in offence.  

“Yes.” He nods. “And I stand by it.” He adds before turning his attention back to you and you gulp. “As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted. You were really good. I can’t wait to see the whole thing.” He says, a warm smile lighting up his entire face and you laugh nervously while staring at the failed game of Mario. 

“Thanks.” You reply, heat spreading across your entire body as you play with the sleeves of your sweater. 

“Seriously Y/n, you should be proud of yourself.” He continues and you groan internally as he grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze. 

“Thanks.” You shift uncomfortably and he raises an eyebrow at your off behaviour. 

“Are you okay Y/n?” Cami asks, concern filling her tone as her question draws the attention of the rest of your friends.

Shit

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” You nod. “I’m just not really good with compliments.” You shrug casually in an attempt to play the whole thing down. However nobody seems convinced and they all eye you suspiciously. 

“Hey Y/n?” Cole asks, a mischievous smile pulling at his lips and a feeling of dread settles deep in your bones. Your stomach turns and you shift uncomfortably again while looking at each of your friends. “Do you not like compliments.” He hums, leaning forward in his seat and glancing at Casey and Skeet. Casey winks at him while Skeet just rolls his eyes and goes back to scrolling through his phone. 

“No, no. Compliments are great. The best. I just love getting compliments they fake me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.” You ramble and sit up straight, shaking your head as you speak. “...they’re the best.” You whisper and raise your fist unenthusiastically. 

There’s a few seconds of silence as you nervously glance at your friends, each of them smirking to themselves as they try not to show just how much they are loving this, and a loud groan leaves your lips as you slump even further in your seat, preparing yourself for the onslaught of torture that’s about to be inflicited on you. 

“Hey Mads.” Cami asks, one eyebrow raised and her head cocked to the side as she pretends to be nonchalant. “Who do you think is the best actor in the entirety of Riverdale?” She adds and Madelaine hums, tapping her chin in fake thought before her eyes brighten as she looks at the dark haired girl across the room. 

“I think, it could be Y/n.” She says, staring directly at you. You gulp and look downwards as you try and fight the off the heat that’s threatening to creep over your face. 

“Y/n?” KJ says while sending a quick text. “You are the best friend I could have ever asked for.” 

“And you’re an inspiration.” Vanessa says and Drew nods along quickly. 

“I heard you’re the reason Meryl Streep got into acting. She saw you in Stranger Things and thought ‘yes, I want to be just like her’ and then she did.” Jordan shrugs and you send him a look. 

“Okay, okay.” You hold your hands up. “One, that doesn’t make any sense, so if you’re gonna annoy me at least make is cohesive, and two, you’re all a bunch of jerks.” You huff at the last part and cross your arms. “And I hate you.” 

“Well we love you.” Lili smiles, her compliment making you slightly less uncomfortable than the rest of them. 

“Do you know who I think of when I think of the best person in the world?” Casey hums and everyone pauses, trying to think of the answer. 

“Y/n?” Charles asks and Casey’s eyes widen. 

“It is! How did you guess that?” He asks and Charles just shrugs, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. 

“Right.” You stand. “You guys are the worst. I’m gonna go hang out somewhere else before you make me throw up and tear my own skin off.” You say, anger evident in your tone as you grab your switch and bottle of water off the floor. 

“Okay, okay, okay.” Drew says, running after you. You make it to the entrance of the tent, trying your hardest to ignore him, but when he grabs your wrist you have no choice but to stop and turn around. “We’re sorry.” He continues, guilt lacing his tone as he looks at you with sad eyes. “We won’t do it anymore, we promise.” He finishes, giving you a firm nod and you roll your eyes at him. “Won’t we?” 

The rest of your friends shake their head, and promise that they’ll drop it as long as you sit down again. And so, reluctantly you agree, it’s far too early to be annoyed with your friends, and even though you still feel like you want to tear your skin off, you also want to hang out with everyone. 

“Y/n?” Cole says, making you tear your attention away from Madelaine and settle on him. “We’re all so lucky to have you in our live-OW!” He shrieks gaining the attention of the rest of your friends. 

They all stare at him confused, until they notice him rubbing his forehead and the full water bottle lying on the floor beside him

“Oops.” You shrug and send him a wink. 

“Nice shot!” Jordan compliments making you grin. 

“That one I didn’t mind.” 

“Oh come on!” Cole shouts. “That’s not fair.” 

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Dark Skies

The Signs’ Face Claims

I had this idea for a while: Personification of the signs. I always wanted to write a story that presents the signs as people, with the same features and personalities that the signs are said to have, living their lives, interacting with each other. Here are a few ideas for each character, if I get to the actual story, the characters will develop a lot of course. Please inbox me your feedback, if you would be interested in a story as such. 

Here’s an idea for the face claims. (the actors’ actual sun signs don’t have anything to do with their roles):

Henry Cavill as Aries, the impulsive soldier.Strong-minded and brave, but a hot-head, which makes him dangerous in a fight. He often throws caution to the wind and goes straight to the point, which he may regret later. He lives for today, is initiative and ambitious, lacks certain gentleness, humility and sense of social act, hurts people without even intending to. He’s restless, vital and always looks for new challenges and adventures. Deep-set eyes and dark eyebrows give him the severe, serious but handsome look. He’s not into love, but does like sex. He rarely gets attached to people, only lives for war and winning battles.

Zoë Kravitz as Taurus, the confident, self-sufficient, but sensitive girl. You can rely on her, she’s honest and respects good manners. Patient and cautious, she knows what she wants and won’t let anyone stop her. She keeps her feet firmly on the ground, doesn’t like to dream or wish, she strongly believes that if you want something enough, you have to go and get it. She’s practical and responsible, but easier to break than she’ll ever show. She loves strongly, and passionately, has a big, loving heart, but knows when to let go, she doesn’t put herself down for anyone. Her doe-like, big, brown eyes will make you trust her with your life. She is exactly who a woman should be, if you could say that, confident, strong, independent and intelligent.

Tom Hiddleston as Gemini, the sweet and funny, blonde, curly-haired sunny-boy. He can seamlessly change everything, from style, ideas to work or partner. He is easy to adjust to significant changes. Surrounded by a little nervous energy, he is brilliant but sometimes emotionally unstable. Being bisexual, he likes to sleep around with different people, but doesn’t really mean to intentionally hurt anyone, he just expects other people to take life and relationships as easily as he does. He’s humorous, energetic and cheerful, but doesn’t let anyone see his sensitive side, that’s why his mysterious way seems very attractive. 

Andrew Garfield as Cancer, the typical sweet boy, who likes to play with fire and often gets burned. He can go from being in a great mood to suicidal thoughts in a second. His heart is easy to break and he doesn’t know how to get over it. Trying to bring an order to his chaotic feelings, he starts writing. For himself at first, but that’s how his talent as a writer gets discovered. It helps at first, but his vulnerable nature wants him to take revenge on those who hurt him, which starts to destroy him slowly. 

Madelaine Petsch as Leo, the Queen Bee in Louboutins. She likes expensive clothes, always looks flawless and knows it. She appears even more confident than she actually is. As a struggling actress, her life hasn’t been the easiest. Trusting and a little naive, she’s often been used and lied to. She likes to manipulate people, but sometimes ends up being manipulated herself. Trying hard to hide her generous, forgiving heart, she thinks that the key to success is heartlessness and diamonds. Her brutally honest personality gave her the name of a “bitch”, which she enjoys at times, it gives her a painful kind of satisfaction to be hated, but admired at the same time. Her long, red hair perfectly matches her ever-red lips and green eyes, that roll so often. She enjoys her naturally good looks and knows how to use it for her best. 

Jamie Chung as Virgo, the beautiful healer. She’s a doctor, she lives for helping people. But the sad truth is, she doesn’t always know how to help herself. Being a gorgeous, strong woman, she is full of insecurities, no one can understand. She is ready to sacrifice herself for others, even people she doesn’t know, because her own life doesn’t mean anything to her. Attentive, with great analytical skills, she seems to see everyone's personality through, she sees when somebody’s hurting, when somebody's lying, her eyes don’t miss out on anything. She loves to bring order into the chaotic life, and tries to make the world a better place by being considerate and organized. Being wealthy, she doesn’t like expensive and unnecessary luxuries. Taurus is her soulmate, but unfortunately, there are many struggles that come in their way. Their love is beautiful and innocent, but leaves them both heartbroken, more than once. 

Shay Mitchell as Libra, the girl next door. She has always been a girl who went by unnoticed. A wallflower kind of girl as they say. She never minds, she doesn’t like to show off, doens’t like to shine. Simple clothes and sneakers, ponytail and barely any make-up, that is her every day look. She has a soft personality and knows how to handle troubles, a diplomat, religious, fair, justice has always been important to her. People usually think that she is a depressed teenager, but that isn’t true, life is going as she wishes it to go. She doesn’t like to be pushed, pressured, she prefers to leave responsibility to others. Sometimes, she feels a little basic, that’s all. But the girl will find her place in this world very soon. 

Michael Ealy as Scorpio, the blue-eyed devil. Despite what people said, he isn’t all that bad. The often call him “the evil eye”, if your eyes meet, you always move first. He can kill you with a look, undress you with a look, send you to hell with only one look. He’s never easy, everything is important to him and he takes everything seriously. All around him is black or white, nothing in between. The only people he can call friends seem more like loyal servants. It feels like he never tells the truth, he’s mysterious to a fault and will never tell you his opinion about anything. Don’t do him wrong, he will never let you leave with it. He scars a lot of people. Not always intentionally, just by being himself. 

Will Smith as Sagittarius, the short-tempered cop. He’s charismatic and respectful, a real fighter for justice. Straightforward, he will shoot arrows, he can’t leave anything unspoken. If you’re in the wrong, he’ll make you crack. He does have strong relationships with people, but only the ones who deserve it in his opinion. Quite tolerant, he will accept a lot of your flaws, but never cross a line, he can cut you out of his life in a second. He’s living on the edge, taking risks, jumps into danger, whether it’s about work or love. Being short-tempered, he gets angry fast, screams, even gets physical, but calms down fast and often regrets it. He does have a good soul, but not many get to see it. Mostly, all they see is a man fighting for the good in any possible ways.

Keanu Reeves as Capricorn, the lone wolf. He never really needed anyone. He was fine being alone. Growing up in an orphanage, he was used to it. Not knowing love, no one to care about. But still, he got through, fought for his degree, became a teacher, not even knowing what for. He doesn't really fall in love, he doesn't really get attached, he doesn't really need it. His good looks and seemingly cool nature attracts a lot of people, he’s interesting, mysterious behind closed doors. But no one really knows him, not even himself. At times, it feels like he's ready, to be a part of the world, to take care of people, but he struggles to believe that anyone would put up with him. He always was so ambitious, so determined, but he came to a point where nothing makes sense anymore. That's the moment he meets him. Better said, he reads his book. A book about retaliation.

Margot Robbie as Aquarius, the sharp-tongued beauty. She grew through struggles and insecurities, which turned her into this perfect human being. She was abused, betrayed and had to fight to survive, just to become a brilliant thief. She’s a woman who gets what she wants, with her intelligence and incredible looks. She considers herself a visionary, she has her ambitions and desires, she’s close to the spiritual world and has a great imagination. Overly dramatic at times, she knows her worth, and knows others better than they know themselves. People bore her quite easily, she expects mystery and entertainment from others. Sexually passionate, she suffers from lack of permanent feelings. Her life has to be a never-ending adventure. 

Jared Leto as Pisces, the lost soul. He'a a musician, struggling with drugs and alcohol abuse. His curious and creative mind can't manage between his will to get inspiration and his addictions. He always needs more, whether it's whiskey, love or music, he can never stop. At times, it feels like he's at the end, that he can't do it anymore, but only one shot, and he's back, writing, singing, playing guitar. He falls in love with creative souls like himself, struggling, even dying. For him, it's always over. Every day, can be his last and all he does is singing, dreaming, he always took the path of least resistance.

[seancekitsch]

Not to Touch the Earth

this is a prize buck 60s au bc apparently i have enough of an ego to do that

a/n & warnings: drug reference, alcohol references, no actual drug use, unprotected car sex, use of the word daddy, roughness, cult references, orgy references, none of this is even really prize buck canon but yknow we might reference it again for a joke or two. natural born killers reference also

“Some outlaws lived by the side of a lake, The minister's daughter's in love with the snake,” you sing off-key, “Who lives in a well by the side of the road. Wake up, girl, we're almost home!”

You punctuate the end of the verse by howling out the window of the car Klaus was using, voice being swallowed by the vastness of the desert somewhere on the California border. Klaus drove on, trying to remember a time you were ever so free. He figures you probably never were, not sober. Not totally sober like now. He was coming up on three years, you on six months, and your new favorite activity was definitely driving out into the desert, as far away from Klaus’ little commune as possible, and singing songs that hadn’t been written yet and making love on the hood of the car. 

He smiles and looks over, watching you lean out the window bathing in the golden light of the sunset and he has to laugh. Is this just what you’re like in a car? Or is it being trapped in time? Your first week here was spent avoiding any of his followers and trying to talk to any of the universities in San Francisco, but none of them would hire you because a woman with a doctorate was rare, and a woman professor was even rarer. You stopped trying in a fit of anger after one Dean told you your ‘husband was a brave man for letting his wife become so educated’ before offering to let you take undergraduate classes because those were available to women. So you leaned into helping him hide from the Destiny’s Children. You had fun here. You kept each other in check being sober, you kept him from being fully engulfed by the group. You like these people, you just wish they didn’t like you and your partner as much as they do.

But the times when the two of were alone were the best. Klaus loves stealing you away from everyone else and being with you like everything’s normal. He loves you without that twinge of shame you carry with you, without waking up with tears in your eyes and thinking he doesn’t notice them. You haven’t been crying or hiding it from him here. He loves how goofy you allow yourself to be, the way you don’t constantly hold yourself back.  He remembers back on earlier today, when you’d snuck up on him, licked a warm stripe up his neck and sang lyrics from the very song you were piecing together now.

“Not to touch the earth, not to see the sun. Nothin left to do but run run run,” you sang, only for him.

“Let’s run.”

You didn’t have to say it again before he grabbed the nearest set of car keys and was swatting at your ass to get you running for the passenger seat. 

You feel the hot air hit your skin, and you can’t remember a time you ever actually liked the heat. You never saw yourself even visiting southern California. Sobriety re-introduced you to the cold and you greeted her like an old lover. You like your cold weather and your jackets and your fucking hospital socks you stole and stockpiled which now didn’t even exist yet. But the heat here is different, it kisses your skin like Klaus does, frees you from the burdens of life fifty years from now. The heat is a reminder that you don’t have the struggles you had in 2019, the heat is a reminder you can rebuild yourself. You know you have to go back sometime, but you can be selfish and steal this time with Klaus. You squint into the setting sun on the horizon as Klaus makes the car slow, then veers off the empty road to park. You’d have the moonlight soon, which meant a cool night with him all to yourself. By the time he walks around to your side of the car, he blocks the sun from your view. Your eyes trail up from the tip of that ugly fucking beard he’s got growing to his chin, to his lips. To the grin he sports, saves only for you.

“Do you think they’ve noticed were gone?”

“Why? Worried Keechie’s missing you?” you snort.

“Keechie? God, no. Although, if I were you I’d be worried Madelaine was getting lonely by now”

Right; you were hiding from two members of the group in particular. Your first mistake was attempting to have sex in a five mile radius of the group. You didn’t think they’d barge into your tent and invite themselves to join. But, ever the adventurous and slightly stupid, you let them. Now two of the four that had been in your tent  were trying to recreate that moment again.

“Not my fault I rocked her world. You jealous, Prophet?”

“At first I was impressed because I didn’t think you swung that way, but yes. Yes, terribly.”

That probably isn’t much of a joke. Sobriety put a bit of a possessive streak in Klaus, and as much free love is flowing, it’s nice to feel like you belong to someone. And you do belong to Klaus, in every way that counts for your group. But you’d struck a chord with Madelaine and now shes creeping in on Klaus’ territory.  

He pulls you from the car, literally pulls you. His hands come up under your armpits and lift you from the car window until you can step out of the window and he can lower you down onto the sand. He’s thankful you’ve learned your lesson, as the last time he did this you weren’t wearing sandals and burned your feet on the sand. He bends to let you pluck the wide brimmed hat from his head and you place it on your own as you walk to the trunk to fetch a blanket. Dancing, not walking, he thinks. The way you walk is more like dancing. You grab a blanket from the trunk and sit with him until it’s night. You sit with him close enough to reach out and touch, but not quite. It’s in these moments you can close your eyes and perfectly imagine you’re back in your studio apartment with him, listening to the record player and sharing a bottle of wine, thinking about the narrowly avoided apocalypse and job hunting for him. You can close your eyes and imagine inviting his siblings over to crowd your apartment for a loud night of laughing and take out. You can hold his hand and think of how very little space the two of you took up in the world and how comforting it felt. 

When you open your eyes again it’s dark. Perfect. Night falls quickly in the desert. You look over to see Klaus equally as relaxed, an easy smile painted across his entire face, worry lines smoothed away.  He hums a song you recognize.

“Sweet Jane? Don’t you think that’s a little too ‘Mickey and Mallory’ for us?”

He hums a little more of the song before he answers.

“I was just thinking if we mixed blood in a wedding ceremony our paramours would leave us alone,” there’s a hint of something dark in his eyes, “Now get on the hood.”

It’s the way that he says it, low and commanding, that has you jumping up onto the hood of the car and eagerly arranging yourself in a provocative pose, legs splayed and leaning on your arms to arch you back a little, just to entice him even more. That’s all part of the dance, and here more often than not he leads. He commands and positions you the way he likes it and rewards you in kind. He actually looks a bit like a god figure or a superhero the way he saunters over to you in the dark and crawls above you onto the hood, sandal clad feet standing on the grill so he has more leverage for what he has in mind. 

“Now, are you ready for Daddy?

You have to snort at that.

“Daddy? If anyone is daddy here, it’s me babe.”

He grips your bare thigh, just above the knee, then gives it a little warning slap. Not hard, just a little more than nothing.

“I don’t think you’re in the position to call yourself anything besides what I feel like calling you, doctor.”

Any retort to that comment, which honestly stung a little, died on your tongue when a low growl rumbles from his throat and his mouth connects with your stomach, biting at the cloth of your tank top and the skin underneath. You sink back down and stare at the stars, whimpering as you count them and let Klaus tease you as he undresses you. 

“If you were the prophet I’d be entirely devoted to you,” He says as he pulls your shorts down your legs, “I’d follow you everywhere on Earth, I’d do anything you asked of me.”

“Don’t you already?” you laugh.

“I do,” He confirms, “I do, I do, I do” and punctuates each confirmation with a little nip at the inside of your thigh, the same one he had just slapped. The beard he’s been growing out tickles as you squirm beneath him, hands roaming wherever they wish but solidly keeping you in place for him. You think back on your first time with him, how eager he’d been to please, how you wanted to be the one he was pleasing, and how far you’ve come together. His fingers wind up your legs like ivy on an old statue and pause at your underwear, teasing for a moment, before pulling them aside and plunging two fingers into you without warning. He pushes them in deep, scissoring them back and forth a few times, before pulling them back out, and sucking on them. If youre moaning or swearing, you can't hear yourself. An appetizer for a meal, or something equivalent of that. The delighted moan that echoes from his throat as he sucks you from his fingers sends shivers up your spine, just knowing you're in for it tonight. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you dare to meet his eyes, dark and stormy and hungry for you. He has the audacity to give you his sweetest smile before roughly pulling your underwear away from your body and heavily dropping his knee onto the car hood between your own. Klaus himself is intoxicating, you didn't need drugs or alcohol. It was so easy for him to consume your senses, and you readily let him. And when he finally kisses you, you feel yourself drowning. Really truly drowning. The way his tongue dances with your own has you gripping his shoulders like hes the last rock before a riptide pulling you under. It takes him no time at all to have his pants undone and to be grinding himself against you. This is a glimpse of the Klaus of 2019, humping against you and gently whimpering into your mouth. But quickly he pushes that away, lining himself up with you and pulling back enough from you to make eye contact as he pushes himself in. No matter how domineering he could be in the 60s with you, he makes sure to look at you, to ask those silent questions, to be granted that permission to absolutely take over you.With each thrust, long and deep, punctuated with a needy moan, he takes a little more of you. And you willingly let him, and give him everything you can. 

You probably look like one of those renaissance paintings beneath him, as he thrusts hard deep fast, your breasts exposed like all of the biblical women, your body contorted on the hood of the car, like one of those angels in anguish. There was no where for your hands to find purchase that wasn't Klaus, so your hands are far up behind you, palms planted on the windshield to give yourself a better angle, a better arch of your back for Klaus to wrap his arms firmly around you, so he could kiss your chest and the long expanse of your neck and shoulders while he kept his pace. He held you as lose as possible, and for a moment you imagine its just him. You as nothing but an extension of himself, your pleasure mixing and becoming his pleasure. When he got like this, its easy to imagine he didn't have many lovers before you that cared that much about his pleasure. Sure they probably thought he was a fun time, as that was a given, but it was probably rare someone actually cared about what he was feeling. You like that he trusts you with this bare part of himself. No, you love it. You love-

A deep moan from his mouth vibrates against your breast, you feel it even more than you hear it, and it brings you back to where you are now, looking down at his lust filled, indulgent expression. 

“Keep looking at me,” he commands, thrusting harder, making you almost squeak at the angel he's hitting, “It's just me, and you, and the coyotes out here.”

Your hands scramble to grab the sides of his face as you start to move your hips to fuck back against his thrusts, eager to come for him while hes watching you. Any attempt to praise him comes out as stuttered moans and fragments of words, but there's a devilish smile on his face that tells you he knows what you're saying. 

He pulls one arm from under you, slams it on the car below right next to your head, and goes in for the kill. He’s merciless in his thrusts as he kisses and nips at your fingers that he can reach. He doesnt guide you but throws you off of the cliff into bliss, a scream parting from your lips as he refuses to slow his pace. This more dominant and possessive Klaus is wild, selfish in a beautiful way. In his face you see indulgence personified, a modern Dionysus filling each urge that swept over you. He doesn't let you calm down, doesn't let you catch your breath, overstimulating you as he reaches his own release. He comes equally as loudly, with a shout of your name and “oh, lover” tumbling from his lips before he stills, and captures your lips on his own. 

He kisses you slowly, like he's drinking in the taste of you, holding you still, feeling your skin melt with his. It's hard to tell where he ends and you begin, but you prefer it this way. It's just the two of you in the desert. Just the two of you in the world. There's plenty of water in the canteen, and after a drink to refresh you, you'll be tearing at each other again, just far enough off the road no one will see you. He pulls out of you with a hiss, like it hurts him not to be inside of you, and you find yourself involuntarily whining at the loss as well. He grabs the canteen and returns to put it to your lips, then his own, then you sit and talk of nothing and everything sweet, needlessly flirting and preening each others egos with loving words until you're both ready to go again. It continues like this until one of you falls asleep on the other. This is the desert routine. 

When you wake around sunrise, covered in bruises and hickies, hair tangled to hell, you're wrapped in the blanket from the trunk, Klaus’ shirt used as your pillow. He’s just outside, naked as you are, greeting the dawn. Something about his posture beckons you to join him, and on shaking legs you pull yourself from the car, unsteadily stepping until you can wrap your arms around his torso, his hand reaching to grab for you and sliding over your shoulders. He repositions you so you stand together, not with you behind him. The way its supposed to be. And then the moment the sun is fully in the sky, he greets it by crowing like a rooster. Loudly, freely. You join in.

[joa-quin-phoe-nix-fan]

Just A Simple Unrequited Love-Part 1-Abbé de Coulmier X reader FF

Just A Simple Unrequited Love-Part 1

You had noticed that the Abbé had been working awfully hard recently. No one knew why, but this week was the week that all the patients unintentionally and unanimously decided to all be the most difficult.

When normally a patient playing with, eating or throwing their own feces was only really a thing that happened once a week if even at all, this week there were 2-4 cases of this happening every day! This meant that the Abbé not only had to clean whole rooms and patients (with help of course but not many handmaids really wanted to do that and the Abbé didn’t really want them doing it either so he would try to just dismiss them early) but he also had to calm down these patients, volatile, rude, violent, and terrifying. He would get hit, kicked, spat on, and even have feces thrown on him, but he was always patient and kind, smiling nicely at them and comforting them.

Another thing that happened was that a group of patients were found fornicating in the chapel. Although anyone close enough to the Abbé knew that he was furious at this, but again, he was calm and patient, scolding the patients kindly and fairly before going into the chapel with all the handmaids and cleaned the entire chapel from top to bottom, then cleansed it with incense and chanting.

Then it turned out that the Marquis was releasing his novels again, embarrassing the Abbé and shaming Charenton. The Abbé had to have a talk with the Marquis that almost turned violent, but Abbé reminded the Marquis that he could very easily make it so he could never write again and the Marquis withdrew from the argument.

In between these events were many other smaller issues such as some of the torches in the great hall falling and a small carpet catching on fire, having to round up all the pyromaniacs, the library becoming infested with rats and silverfish, two patients getting in a fist fight, patients being kept up at night with terrible nightmares, and the cafeteria food being rumoured of being poisoned by a rather paranoid patient.

Needless to say, the Abbé was extremely tired, but no matter how tired he was, he kept going, kept helping, kept getting more and more tired. At a certain point, he sort of just drifted around Charenton, smiling tiredly and sadly at everyone with giant bags under his eyes, looking like a skeleton since he hadn’t had time to have a full meal for days, still having to help any way he could. He would feel destroyed if anything bad happened at Charenton and he hadn’t helped. He would feel like he had failed his cause and not know what to do with himself. This fear pushed him further and further until in that week alone, he had only had about 3 hours of sleep.

You had noticed this, like all the other handmaids, you were all worried about him and if there was work to do you would all beg him to stop and get to sleep, but he was as stubborn as he was dedicated. Every night, when you went to sleep, you sobbed at the knowledge that the Abbé was still up and still deteriorating in health and that there was nothing that you could do. You loved him so much and couldn’t stand to see him like that every day, but if you didn’t, you would feel just as sad. He was the whole reason you had become a handmaid at Charenton, you had seen him in the streets, wearing his cassock, looking at everyone with a look of comforting love and respect, this was rather uncommon in your town so it stood out like a sore thumb. This is what made you fall for him instantly, in fact, some might say that it was love at first sight. That’s when you joined the handmaidens at Charenton and as each day passed, you fell deeper and deeper in love with him. After you had noticed what was happening to the Abbé you instantly knew that what you needed to do was to stay by his side as much as possible, no matter what you witnessed or had to clean, and that’s what you did. You caught the things that slipped through his hands due to his weakness, you made sure that you cleaned much more than half of the room so he would have less to clean, you helped him reach the things that he couldn’t reach, and you helped calm down as many patients as you could, but most of them just wanted the Abbé.

One day, you were taking down the sheets off of the lines together, a morbid silence suffocating you both. You had just turned away from him for a second to pull down a sheet that had gotten stuck when you heard a loud thud and the wooden springing sound of the basket held by the Abbé bouncing on the grass. You turned to see what happened and found the Abbé on the ground, the basket by his side, looking like a mountain next to the now frail man. You ran to him, checking his pulse and his breath, he was just sleeping. You sighed with relief, sitting next to him and stroking his hair, this woke him up and his eyes shot open as he breathed in sharply. He tried to jump up to get back to work but you held his hand tightly. “Don’t do this.” he breathed “I need to make sure everything is okay” you slowly pulled him down, with him finally complying for the first time in a week. “Everything is not okay as long as you aren’t okay.” you whispered, stroking his face and patting your lap, “you need sleep, come here and rest, the other handmaids will do what needs to be done.” He tried desperately to say no, to jump up, tell you that he was perfectly fine and run off to his tasks, but he couldn’t. He knew he was in bad shape and needed sleep, your lap suddenly looked incredibly comfortable and he could no longer resist. He flopped down onto your lap, surprising you at first but you were still very happy, he was finally resting. You smiled down at him and stroked his black hair, noting that despite his young age, he was already developing grey hairs.

Eventually the other handmaids noticed the Abbé’s absence and came looking for him. At that point you had sat there with him for at least 1 hour. The Abbé was deep in sleep and would not wake up to anything. The handmaids and you carried him to his bed carefully, them then recommending that you stay with him. They knew exactly how much you loved him and they never told you this but they were all pretty certain that he loved you too. In fact, they had been trying to play Cupid for a while before the Abbé's slow descent. They all loved him too but none among them could bring themselves to say that they thought that you two wouldn’t be a lovely couple. There had always been a lovely sense of sorority between all the handmaids, this would only change much later when two new handmaidens arrived in Charenton; Madelaine and Charlotte.

You sat on the bed, with the Abbés head on your lap, he was lightly snoring, which was adorable and you had to be careful of your heartbeat, scared that it was becoming so loud that he would surely hear it and wake up with a start. As time passed, you started to study the form of his face, beautiful black hair that curled at the ends, but he never grew it out long enough for you to see if it was curly or wavy, you wondered how he would react to seeing the few grey hairs on his head and giggled. His eyes, green as the brightest emerald when open, now shut with his long eyelashes fluttering like a stirring butterfly every few minutes. His lips, not thick but not terribly thin, decorated with a thin line on the left of his philtrum, these were the perfect lips for smiling, luckily that was something he loved to do, smiling at everyone that passed him. “I smile at everyone Y/N, because I happen to know that a scowl can ruin one’s appetite, but a smile can better one’s day.” This was his only explanation, but he didn’t need one, you loved that he just did it and anything just to be nice. His lips were not ones that you couldn’t even imagine yelling, you also hoped you would never see that. His hands, worn from work, looked a little bit older than the rest of his body, but that only showed how dedicated he was to the work he did at Charenton.

After quite a while of just looking at him lovingly, you decided that you should try to occupy yourself in any way possible. You picked up your knitting needles, wool and the list of sizes and colour preferences of all the patients. You started at it, pink socks for Olivier, orange gloves for Lucille, a gold scarf for the Marquis and a blue hat for Gwenaëlle. As you knitted, you wondered if the Abbé had enough warm things for the winter, and what his favourite colour was. All you had ever seen him in was his black cassock. Once you had finished the pink socks and blue hat, you started knitting a red scarf for the Abbé. You had no clue if he even liked that colour, but you thought that it would look perfect on him. You knit and knit and knit, the scarf was probably at about your height when you finally stopped. This was when you realized that your legs had fallen asleep, from his head cutting off circulation to them. You decided that this was probably your cue to change position. You squirmed out from underneath him and adjusted him better on his bed, with his head fully on the pillow. Then you decided to sit next to the bed with your arms and head resting on it. Slowly, your eyes started to shut and you felt yourself doze off...

The Abbés eyes fluttered open slowly, when did he fall asleep? How did he get into his bed? He looked around sleepily, trying to figure out what happened when he saw Y/N, his favourite handmaid. The one he loved...her head laying on the bed next to him, she was fast asleep. There were 3 beautifully knitted things sitting nicely and folded around her. The one that caught his eye though, was a beautiful, long red scarf sitting directly to the left of her. He loved the colour red, it was the colour of roses, the colour of beautiful chili peppers, the colour of apples and jam. A thought passed through his head, what if she made it for him? Had he even told her his favourite colour? My Lord, she looked beautiful, so innocent and pure, dreaming softly right next to him. He reached over and stroked the ball of hair in front of him, her hair dancing between his fingers like water. He chuckled slightly, she was just so cute. He suddenly stopped, what was he doing? Did this count as lust? Or was it just shameful because he was so deeply in love with a simple handmaid? He shook it off. It was just a simple unrequited love, that’s it. He could keep control of his heart until it eventually passed.

[lilymanaged]

such hot blood

RATED E for #teamsin 

inspired loosely by this gif of bob morley I found while “researching” as well as this gif of madelaine petsch in riverdale

(read on ao3)

kudos to @inakindofdaydream​ for analyzing my choreo and letting me liveblog my writing to her

remember, folks: always pee after sex

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They had been playing this game for a while, she and James. Pretending whatever was happening between them wasn’t actually happening. Pretending all of their friends were oblivious to the tension between them. Pretending everything was the same as it had been for the last two years of knowing each other.

Pretending they hadn’t kissed at Mary’s birthday party.

Pretending they hadn’t had sex after Sirius’s gallery showing.

Pretending they hadn’t had sex a lot after that.

The pretending was easier, Lily convinced herself, than acknowledging any feelings she was having that she was sure James was not.

So she pretended that it was just sex. Lily could go with the flow! She was a cool girl, and could definitely have casual sex with her best friend that she might be falling in love with without making a big deal out of it.

If he could stop teasing her, that would be great.

It was the hottest day of the summer so far, so the eight of them decided to take a “sick” day from their summer internships and jobs to spend the entire Thursday at the pool on the Potter estate.

Lily rolled her eyes. Fucking estate.

What that meant for Lily was an entire day of James smirking at her, kissing her cheek, brushing a hand down her waist when he walked by her. Every touch ignited something in her, and she shoved it down, covering it up with annoyance or indifference.

But every sly, cutting remark she made only made him chuckle, ruffle her hair, call her “love” and “sweetheart” and “baby”.

Prick.

Lily agreed, however, that the pool had been a good idea. Because, despite her determination to avoid James Potter, a pool day did mean a whole day of him without a shirt, which was a plus in her book.

She sat on the edge of the pool, legs and feet in the water, and watched him from behind her sunglasses, his smile wide and charming, as he laughed at something Sirius said. He stretched up, torso on full display in only a pair of navy blue swim trunks with a ridiculous antler pattern, the kind that fell a few inches above the knee, and her heart stuttered a beat. Even from across the deck, she could practically feel the muscles of his chest, knew what they would feel like against her own, under her fingers, pressed against her back. Knew what his hands would feel like on her, running down her sides and through her hair, tugging at her hips.

Mary kicked her, shaking her out of her reverie. She flushed, shifting, kicking her legs out to splash more water onto her legs. James smirked at her, tongue coming out to lick his bottom lip, clearly having followed her train of thought.

Sirius just rolled his eyes at James’s cheeky smile, leaning over to Marlene beside him and whispering just loudly enough for both James and Lily to hear, “just get a room already, fuck’s sake.” Immediately, blood rushed to Lily’s face, and she dropped her head, taking a sip of her drink as a cover.

“Ow! Uncalled for, mate!”

James glared as Sirius, unapologetic. Remus, no help as per usual, just laughed, swimming up beside the four of them. “What are we beating Sirius up for now? May I join?”

“James is mad I’m spitting straight facts.”

“I’m mad you’re being a five-star wankstain.”

“I’m mad I was not here to witness whatever got Sirius smacked,” Remus added. Unhelpful.

By mid-afternoon, the sun was savagely beating down on them. Lily, sprawled on a cushioned lounger, was sure she was burning, at least a little, despite the copious amounts of sunscreen she was putting on once an hour. She felt warm and sticky, but was hesitant to go back into the water, should the cool retreat only give her a false sense of security. However, the ponytail she had secured to keep her hair off her neck wasn’t helping either.

“I’m getting another drink. Want one, Mare?” Lily asked, standing up.

“Hmm? Oh, no; I’m good, Lils.” Mary said, turning over onto her stomach in her own lounger. “I think I am just going to tan a little more and then hop back in.”

“Alright, I’ll be right back.” Lily slipped her sandals and breezy cardigan cover up back on, carefully picking her way around the pool to avoid the water being splashed out of the pool: Dorcas, perched on Marlene’s shoulders, was trying her damnedest to push Peter off Sirius’s shoulders, and the incredibly competitive chicken fight was causing water to end up all over the concrete.

“Hey Lily! Come join us!” Marlene shouted, distracted. Peter took advantage of the moment to shove Dorcas, causing both of them to topple into the pool with a large splash. Sirius laughed, following them underwater only to burst up with Pete in his arms. He began a rousing round of “We Are The Champions,” singing and spinning Peter around while Marlene and Dorcas splashed water at him, gracious in their defeat.

James, amused, had essentially draped himself on the stairs leading into the pool, sunglasses on. The sun was shining in his hair, and his white teeth seemed to sparkle in the light as he laughed at his best friend’s antics. Looking up and seeing Lily passing, his smile widened, and he reached out a hand, brushing his long fingers gently over her calf to get her attention.

“Hey, come sit. The water is really nice.” She stopped, and his fingers slid down her leg and circled her ankle, holding her and tugging lightly, as if to guide her into the pool next to him. Lily looked down as he gazed up at her. She couldn’t see his eyes through his sunglasses, but she could feel the heat of his stare. Her breath caught in her throat.

“I was just headed to the bar.” His thumb began to stroke the skin above her ankle lightly, and Lily’s heart sped up a little. “But maybe after.” He just stared at her, thumb moving rhythmically.

Lily shifted forward a little bit, closer to his hand, and he smiled gratefully up at her. His hand slid up her calf toward her knee, fingers trailing lightly, causing Lily to shiver and sigh. Her blood rushed to her ears, and her body moved toward his as he ran his hand over her.

A splash broke her concentration, and James’s hand retreated. Cool water hit her feet and she looked up. Marlene and Dorcas were staring at her, eyebrows raised. Dorcas broke out into a smile, leaning into her girlfriend a little. Remus bobbed to the surface, smiling sinisterly up at them, shaking out his wet hair.

Lily cleared her throat, looking back down at James. He was watching her, head cocked to the side.

“Right, uh, I’m going to go get a drink. I’ll see you,” she said, bright and overly cheery, desperate to get away. Turning and walking quickly to the large veranda behind the house, Lily all but runs up the three steps to the tree-lined path that lead to the cabana house.

The patio, shaded from the heat of sun by the trees at the top of the lawn, was a retreat in and of itself; there was an instant temperature difference when the sun was not right above her, and the sudden secluded feel allowed Lily to slow her heart, focus on her breathing. Lily sighed dreamily after a moment, pleased to have a bit of a reprieve. Humming slightly, she kicked off her wet shoes, walked over to the little bar set up just outside the cabana house,  and began to mix a drink. Maybe a little extra vodka.

“Sun scare you away?” James said, suddenly behind her.

Lily startled, swearing loudly before regaining her composure. James chuckled, and she turned around to glare at him, though there was no real heat behind it. “No, just getting another lemonade.”

“Getting a little hot?”

Lily scoffed, rolling her eyes. “It’s the heat, James,” she said dryly. “That’s what it does.”

James just hummed a suspicious noise. “I don’t know, doesn’t seem like it’s just the heat making you sweat.”

“It’s definitely not you, if that’s what you’re implying.”

His return smile was wolfish, predatory, and his eyes were sparkling at her. Lily felt her face start to redden, and quickly turned away, back to her drink before her. She reached over, grabbing the warm lemonade. When she stood back up straight, she could feel James behind her, hovering close but not close enough to actually touch her. She froze, and she felt the blood rushing in her head, pounding in her ears at his proximity. So close. Her traitorous heart beat faster.

“I think I’m contributing. At least a little bit,” he said, voice low in ear.

She shivered involuntarily before finding her voice. “You have no effect on me at all.”

He took a half-step forward, closing the space between his chest and her back. She had to force herself not to lean back into his touch and to focus on the drink in front of her. He leaned forward, lips brushing the spot behind her ear that he knew drove her crazy. “Oh yeah?” he said, reaching a hand up to push her wrap off her left shoulder, baring it to him. “Then why are you blushing?”

Lily’s knees went weak, and she gripped the bar in front of her to remain upright. James’s arms came around her, hands resting on the bar, bracketing her in as he rested a bit of her weight on her back, pressing into her. He let out a quiet breath of laughter before kissing her neck in the same spot where he had touched her before. Lily let out a small moan, closing her eyes and leaning into his kiss. James hummed an answer from the back of his throat, slowly moving his lips down her neck until he was kissing the place where her neck met her shoulder. He bit down, sucking gently, then blew cool air over the developing bruise. She shivered again.

“You taste like sunscreen,” he murmured against her skin. A flash of heat sparked low in her stomach, and she sucked in a quick breath. Lily could feel his smile, thinking he won somehow. She pressed her hips back slightly, pulling his attention away from her shoulder for a moment. He reciprocated, right hand coming off the glossy granite countertop of the bar to rest on her waist, fingers brushing, teasing, before settling it on her hip to hold her in place.

Instinctively, she pushed back again, wiggling a little.

“Shh,” he said, lips resting on the skin of her shoulder. “Stay still.” He resumed kissing her, mouthing and nipping back up her neck. Her head started to swim a little, all of her attention zeroed in on where his lips were touching her. He was taking his time, working her up masterfully, and she cursed herself for letting this happen, no matter how good it felt or how much she wanted him to keep going. She was supposed to be staying away from him.

He nipped at her earlobe lightly, and her breath hitched. His hand moved from her hip to skim up her waist, pressing her back into him completely, every inch of his toned torso flush against her bare back. Her head fell back, bumping lightly to rest on his right shoulder, exposing her neck completely.

“James, come on,” she said, but she didn’t really know whether it was meant to stop him or egg him on.

“What, Lily? What’s wrong?” he asked, but his tone was smug. If Lily wasn’t in a daze, she would kick him in the shin.

His hand moved across her stomach, sliding up to that this thumb was edging against the bottom of her bikini top, and then around to the side of her left breast. Instead of going under the material, however, he lingered there on the outside, thumb brushing the soft skin right at the edge, teasing her. Her nipples hardened in response, and she tried to press into his hand, but he resisted, calmly rubbing his nose along the skin behind her ear, whispering into her ear.

“You know, I don’t think I have told you how beautiful you are all day. Quite rude of me, actually, considering you look more than beautiful, especially right now. But you knew that, didn’t you? Picked this bathing suit out special, didn’t you? You know I have always loved you in red. So sweet, so cute, so fucking sexy.” He nipped at her earlobe again, and Lily whined, leaning fully into his embrace. “So fucking responsive,” he murmured, shifting them both forward, closer to the bar.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” Lily said, straining into his hand again. He laughed a little, breathless, shifting his thumb to run directly over her nipple and back with the barest pressure. She could feel him hardening behind her, and she pressed back into him, against him, deliberately teasing him back. The moan Lily let out was obscene, and the rational part of her brain admonished herself for being so open with her lust, her intentions to affect him just as much as he was affecting her.

Her right hand was gripping the counter tightly, keeping steady, while her left flew to press over her mouth, quieting her noises. James continued to tease her nipple, always keeping just the barest bit of pressure, but pressing his hips fully into her bum. No matter how much she squirmed, he kept a steady rhythm, light and teasing, until she was aching and arching into his hand, desperate. Heat pooled in her stomach, warming her from the inside out. She couldn’t escape the heat - the flush in her face, her arousal, the solid warmth of James’s tanned skin against her back.

“Annoying? I think you like it when I’m bothering you.”

“Shut up.” He hummed from the back of his throat like he was considering it, dropping his head to bite at the skin of her shoulder again, right over the spot he had already been working on. Definitely going to have a bruise. Her subconscious mind preened like a schoolgirl at being marked up a bit, at the delicious feel of his teeth at her skin, scraping a little to elicit another shiver. It was possessive in a way she knew she shouldn’t like, but the dirty part of her brain revelled in anyway. James was playing her perfectly, and she hated it.

His hand fell away from her nipple. Lily whined at the lost of contact, but it died in her throat when he stretched his hand wide, covering the expanse of her stomach so that his thumb was at the lacy edge of her top, but his pinky was tucked into the lacy, elastic band of her highwaisted bottoms. James’s thumb pressed into her sternum, effectively securing her against the muscles of his chest. It knocked the breath out of her, and she froze, waiting for the hand to slide back up to her chest. Instead, he ran his nose back up her neck until it was buried in her hair above her left ear.

“Lily, if you want to stop, tell me right now.” His voice was strained, and Lily felt a sudden wave of affection for him. He really is the sweetest thing. These were the moments that tricked her brain, made her confuse the tension always threatening to boil over between them with longing, the heated gazes with a potential for connection or feeling or maybe love. Confuse the caresses for more than just desire and lust.

When they first kissed, six months ago, the mutual want had taken her by surprise, overwhelming her. She had never really given much thought to anything real with James, more of a passing fancy. She was romantic by nature, but logical about the partners she chose, and kissing James had shocked her. He had poured so much passion into the kiss, and she found herself daydreaming about it for weeks after, blushing every time they saw each other, leaning into each casual touch he offered. A year and a half of friendship had proceeded that kiss, though, and she did not want to spoil that base with visions of a parallel reality, where James Potter and Lily Evans could be more than just best friends and neighbors and organic chemistry lab partners.

But right now, she was plastered to his front, flushed, heart pounding, and already halfway to overstimulation from James Potter’s mouth on her neck. So she didn’t think about how sweet he was or her emotional or moralistic convictions in ending their sexual relationship two weeks ago.

“I don’t want to stop,” she said, turning in his arms so that she faced him. They were barely a breath apart, and the change in position forced her to press her breasts to his chest. His eyes fluttered closed for a second as she rubbed against him, her clothed nipples dragging against his bare skin, making her shiver. She pushed the rest of her cover up off her shoulders, letting it fall down her arms and pool at their feet, and then brought her hands up to rest on his pectoral muscles. He tensed slightly at her touch. “Please don’t stop.”

James stayed still despite her touch, opening his eyes to search hers, to see that she wasn’t lying, his hand now resting on her back, level with one of the ties for her top.

“Oh thank god,” he said, diving in to kiss her, pressing her fully against the bar now at her back. It was uncomfortable and dug into her back, but the ache disappeared from her consciousness as James immediately escalated the kiss from lust-filled to obscene. His teeth tugged at her bottom lip, making her gasp and open her mouth to his tongue.

He was completely in her space, crowding up against her, hand toying with the back tie of her top for a moment before moving lower, reaching down with the apparent intention of grabbing her bum. Instead, he found the countertop.

He pulled away slightly, mouth still on hers lightly, making her chase him away from the bar until she was far enough away that he could reach her bum, hoisting her up easily in his arms. “Should have told me that was digging into our back,” he said, directing her to wrap her legs around his waist, lips attaching themselves to her neck again to deepen the same bruise, this time biting down hard, as if in admonishment.  

“Sorry,” she said, moaning at his rough treatment. “Was kinda distracted.”

He smiled against her skin. “Don’t let it happen again.”

He kissed her again, setting her down so she was sitting on the top of the bar and he was nestled between his legs. His hand was still firmly on her bum, groping and squeezing, before gliding back up her back to the tie of her bathing suit, deftly toying with the strings but not undoing them. The other hand reached up to her neck, changing the angle of the kiss now that she was leaning down slightly to his mouth, holding her in place so he could lick into her mouth.

Lily shifted forward so that she was flush against James’s chest still, keeping her legs around his waist tightly, arms locking around his neck to keep him pressed completely to her body, unable to move. She rocked her hips toward him as much as she could, dragging a low growl out of him. She moaned in satisfaction at the noise, and he gripped her hip tightly with his left hand, forcing her to stop moving.

“Stay still,” he said against her lips, barely taking a break in kissing her.

“No,” she said, childishly defiant, obstinate for no reason other than to be obstinate.

“Brat,” he said, but there was affection in his voice.

She giggled into the kiss, and he bit her bottom lip, burying the sound in a sudden gasp. He pulled her impossibly closer, tilting their heads so that they were turned almost sideways. His hand on her back slid under the ties holding her top together to rest on her upper back, holding her tightly to him, stealing her breath. The kiss shifted toward desperation, frustration at being so close and yet not.

The feral urge to be as close to him as possible overtook her, and she straightened up as much as she could in an effort to eliminate all space between them. The kiss was rough and dirty-hot, tongues sliding together. James panted into her mouth, out of breath, and she moaned when the hand on her back retreated down to her bum, and the one of her hip came up to her neck to start unraveling the knot that kept her bikini top up.

“James,” she panted, pulling away. Instinctively, his lips moved to her cheek, then her jaw.

“Hmm?”

“Untie the strings.”

He pulled away to look at her. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she breathed, taking his mouth again.

James took no time at all to start working at the knot, fumbling a little in poorly hidden overexcitement.

“You’re so fucking dirty, you know that? Letting me undress you in public. So sweet to me, so sweet for me. What if one of our friends came up here looking for us? Do you want that? Do you want them to see how good you are for me?”

Lily moaned, forehead falling to rest on his shoulder as he kept whispering to her, fingers deftly untying. She felt the strings coming down, top pooling at her waist. His fingers followed it, sliding down her neck to her shoulder, then under her arm to her ribs. James pushed her back a little, and she allowed him to direct her, unlocking her arms from around his neck and setting them slightly behind her to keep her balance as he tilted her torso back.

She was completely on display like this. His words came back to her through her haze, and she felt a thrill of excitement course through her. Because he was right; any one of their friends could come up to try to find her, or them, or even just to get another drink or go to the bathroom, and see her, top around her waist, her legs wrapped tightly around James, lips swollen, lipstick smudged. And James, staring at her like she was a goddess, like she was everything. But she felt powerful, and that filled her, making her smile brightly at James’s bewildered look, despite having seen her naked more than a few times at this point.

“Oh, Lily, you’re absolutely perfect.”

She beamed at his praise, flushing a little, and arched her back a little more, pushing her breasts out further.

He swore under his breath, eyes raking over her bare chest, clouding slightly as he studied her. “Jesus, Lily, please. Can I touch you? Please let me touch you?”

She pushed herself back up, reaching for him, and he met her halfway, pushing back into her space. She put her hand down behind her again on the bar, keeping her balance, and his hands glided to her back, untying the other knot and removing the entire top of her bathing suit from her body, placing it on the counter beside them. His hands went to her waist before ascending up, over her stomach to tease her breasts lightly, taking them in hand gently.

Lily watched him, fascinated and embarrassed at the care he was showing. She was suddenly incredibly aware at the intimacy of the moment, the seclusion of the trees, and the cool air he was blowing over her nipples, watching them peak again at the stimulation. His thumbs ghosted over them, and then she felt his tongue laving over her right nipple, stroked a broad sweep and then flicking it lightly. After a moment, he switched to the other one, finger running over the wetness his mouth had left, circling slowly before pinching the abandoned nub between his thumb and forefinger. She keened, legs tightening, and arched further into his mouth, egging him on.

“Does that feel good, Lily? God, you’re so gorgeous, so sweet, I can't believe you’re mine.”

Mine.

It shot through her like lightning. Without thinking, she shoved her body forward, grabbing at his face with her hands to bring his mouth up to hers, holding him there. Shocked, his hands gripped at her hips, squeezing tightly as she reclaimed his mouth with her own, moaning as soon as their lips touched.

Lily let the emotion bubble up in her, and tried to push it into the kiss. All the confusion, the longing, the lingering touches and heated stares. The domestic daydreams, the naughty fantasies. The lust and love and fear and hope, all in one kiss. Because mine felt like a promise, and her lust-addled brain could only leap at that without any other forethought.

Her breasts were squashed against his chest painfully, and his hands were tight on her hips, tight enough to bruise, maybe. But he responded to her, pulling her in, biting at her mouth, accepting all of her passion and returning it.

She pulled away for a moment to kiss a trail down his neck, biting playfully at his shoulder where he had marked her, hands roaming his chest and arms. “James.”

“Hmm, Lil? What?” he slurred at her, eyes shut, hands releasing her hips to palm her thighs, still around his waist, her ankles locked at his lower back.

“Please,” she said, returning to his mouth, hoping he would just take the hint. No dice. He indulged her for a moment, before pulling away enough to speak to her, lips against hers.

“Please what, Lily?” His voice was deep and raspy.

“I’m, uh - hmm - just wondering, you wouldn’t happen to have a condom on you right now, would you?”

He kissed her hard, one hand coming up to hold the back of her neck tightly, keep her mouth locked with his. Her nails dug into his shoulders, scratching down his upper arms. He hissed through his teeth a little at the pain, kissing her again and then pulling away.

“I’ll be right back.”

She started, squeezing her thighs. He broke their hold gently but easily, sliding out of her grasp and starting to turn away.

“James!” she hissed. “Don’t you dare leave me half naked on the patio!”

He turned back, looking at her. His eyes swept over her form, from her messy ponytail to the bruising beginning to show on her inner thighs from gripping onto him. “Are you sure? You certainly look pretty, all messed up like that.”

“James Potter!” She gave him her sternest look, and he hummed in response, making a pleased noise in the back of his throat.

“Adorable,” he teased, fitting himself neatly into the space between her thighs again. He picked up her bikini top, rubbing the material for a moment before tucking it into the pocket of his shorts.

“I hate you, you know that?”

His eyes blazed at her, looking over her ruffled form once again. “Oh, I highly doubt that.” He leaned in, nipping lightly at her bottom lip. “I think you really, really like me, Lily Evans.”

This kiss was slow and dirty, drawing her back into his arms fully. His hands skimmed her body the entire time, teasing and gliding. As he licked into her mouth, he pulled her arms around his neck again, she placed his hands under her thighs, lifting slightly. Lily pressed her hips forward, into his touch, looking for friction as her arousal reignited.

“Hang on, yeah?” he said against her mouth, and then lifted her into his arms, walking them backwards and toward the cabana house. Lily yelped, suddenly in the air, and her arms and legs tightened around him. He chuckled into her mouth, pressing her against the glass door leading into the little house. He ground into her, lifting her slightly so she could feel him hardening against her. She moaned into his mouth, breathless. His hips locked her in place against the glass, and he took a hand off her bum to reach behind her, fumbling to get a grip on the handle for the sliding glass.

“Fuck, Lily, hang on, I almost have it,” he said against her mouth. She nodded, kissing him again, licking into his mouth. He shifted her again, causing her to rub against him, and he growled deep in his throat. “Oh for fuck’s sake, open!”

She smiled into his mouth when he finally got his hand around the door, heaving her off the glass to slide it open behind her. He shuffled them through the door, turning to press her into the wall beside it, both hands returning to the back of her thighs to squeeze them, hitching her up against him. She rolled her hips as much as she could in her position, and James groaned beneath her.

“There isn’t a bed but...” he trailed off, gesturing behind him at the room. Lily lifted her head from his, looking around behind him. The cabana house consisted of a large room, surrounded on two sides by floor-to-ceiling glass, and a bathroom off the back wall. The remaining wall had a massive television mounted on it, and a huge shelving unit filled with books and movies flanked it.  All the windows had large, gauzy white curtains, and it was set up to be a lounge of some sort. A large beige sectional couch took up most of the space on one side, the other dedicated to an indoor bar and bar sports.

“Couch is fine,” she said, breathless, nodding, pressing against him. His arms tightened underneath her.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she agreed, kissing him again. He backed them up toward the couch, sitting them down and pulling her on top of him and into the cradle of his lap, her legs bracketing his on the couch. She shimmied as close as she could, grinding down on him, rocking her hips.

James swore, pulling away to watch her. Panting, Lily’s head fell back a little, and she shut her eyes, focusing all of her senses on the feeling between her thighs. She let out a heavy breath, placing her hands squarely on James’s shoulders for balance, and ground down on him, solid and hard in his swim trunks.

James slid his hands from the back of her thighs to her hip, easing her motions, pushing up into her space when she came down. Her moan stuttered out of her, and she opened her eyes, steading herself and slowing down. She blushed to the roots of her hair when she looked at James. His pupils were blown out, and he was watching her as if she had suddenly performed magic: in awe and fascinated desire. He shifted under her, cock twitching through the two layers of clothing separating them. Instinctively, she rocked her hips again.

“Sorry about that,” she said, breathing heavily.

James stared at her, stunned. “Lily, god, don’t ever apologize for that. That was incredible. You’re so fucking beautiful.” He leaned up, and attached his lips to her neck, kissing and murmuring against her skin. “Did that feel good, love? Riding me like that? Taking your pleasure? You were gorgeous, a goddess. Take what you want, Lily. What do you want?”

She moaned under his attention, his praise. “Please.”

James made a growling sound in the back of his throat, pulling her closer, kissing down her collar to her sternum, ducking his head down to take her nipple into his mouth. His hands descended from her hips to the tops of her thighs, flexing slightly to dig in, then dipping the right one toward her center. One long finger touched her, running down the crotch of her bathing suit bottoms, then two ran up. Lily keened, hips stuttering forward to try to get his fingers closer to where she needed him.

“Please, James, just touch me.”

He hummed around her nipple, apparently pleased. He released her with a pop, free hand immediately reaching up to run over the reddened, wet nipple, kissing up her chest only to bite down slightly above her right nipple, sucking another, smaller mark into her skin. Lily moaned, pressing into his hand. “Good girl.”

Not even bothering to take her bottoms off, James shifted his fingers under the lace edge of the crotch, running a finger down the bare heat of her, growling low in his throat.

“Jesus, Lily, you’re so fucking wet,” he stated plainly. She flushed, embarrassed, biting back a moan as he ran a finger down her center, nudging briefly at the core of her, before adding a second and repeating the process several times.

“Come here, baby.” He kissed her once again, sweetly this time, licking at her bottom lip lightly. His fingers moved slowly toward the bundle of nerves at the top, sliding, teasing gently. Her hips shifted closer, inching up, urging him to the perfect angle. When he finally touched her, she whined, melting into his arms and moaning into his mouth.

He circled her clit slowly, drawing it out, making Lily squirm in his lap. The slow build was excruciating, contrasting with the desperation she was feeling, and all she could focus on was the feeling at the core of her and James’s fingers. She gripped his hand, trying to make him go faster, and he immediately stopped.

“Was that not enough? You told me to touch you. Did you need more?”

Lily bit back a whine, releasing his hand. “Stop teasing.”

James smiled against her mouth. “I can do that.”

Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from her bottoms, using his other hand to push them off of her. Lily lifted each leg in turn, shifting to sit squarely in James’s lap, legs wrapped around his waist. Pulling away from Lily’s mouth, James offered his hand instead, holding two fingers out to her with a cocky smile.

“Suck, sweetheart,” James said, tone matching the smirk on his face, other hand on her leg pulling her down to slide her bare skin against the bulge in his shorts. She moaned, leaning forward to take his fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them before sucking.

James’s answering growl ran right through her, hand on her thigh tightening slightly as he rocked up into her, pulling her attention from her task. She moaned around his fingers, pressing back down. James sucked in a breath, inhaling sharply, and she opened her eyes to look into his. He was staring at her, eyes darkened by lust. She pulled away, smiling sweetly, innocently at him.

“Oh, and I’m the one teasing? Good try, Lily,”

With a quick movement, he slid Lily back over his lap, knees on either side of him, opening her legs slightly to make room for him. Slowly, he slid one, then two fingers into her, groaning when she immediately tightened around him. Lily gasped, head coming forward to rest on James’s shoulder as his fingers moved inside her, working into a slow rhythm. His thumb came up to tap lightly at her clit, keeping a similar pace.

Lily felt like she was going to explode.

“I thought we said no teasing,” she said, voice breaking a little as she tried to keep her hips from bucking upward, setting her own pace.

James smiled at her, smug. “You said it, I didn’t listen.” Nonetheless, he increased his pace, causing Lily to sigh.

“Fuck, Lil, you’re so fucking hot and wet and sweet and soft. You feel so good, baby. You’re so lovely like this, needy and wet for me. Do you wanna cum, baby?” His voice was dark and deep, breaking, and Lily wanted to bury herself in it. She moaned, shaking slightly in his arms as he increased his pace. His free arm came around her back, anchoring her in place, and he went even faster, encouraging her hips to move, matching the rhythm he had created for them.

“James, I’m - I think I’m going to -”

James shushed her, increasing his pace.

Lily pulled away. “No, not yet,” she said, grinding down on him. “I want you inside me, James.”

James laughed a little, breathlessly, removing his fingers from her to grip her hips tightly. Lily, emboldened and a little more than frantic, reached down, sliding her hands into the waistband of his swim trunks. His hips lifted at her touch, sending shockwaves through her, and she hummed, pleased at his reaction. His eyes bored into hers, watching her closely, and she bit her lip, pausing. He pushed his hips up again, raising a brow at her.

“Payback’s a bitch, huh?” she said, ghosting her hand over him. He groaned, shutting his eyes tightly.

Swiping her thumb through the precome gathered at the tip of him, she took up a slow, steady rhythm, one reminiscent of James’s own on her. He groaned beneath her again, pushing up into her hand, desperately. His fingers tightened on her hips, asking for friction. She resisted, lifting up a little to keep away, earning a growl.

“Such a brat,” he said, strained, pleading. He looked at her, trying to seem stern, but falling short. “Stop teasing.”

Giggling, she moved her hand a little faster. With her other hand, she pushed the shorts down and away from his body awkwardly, half desperate and clumsy.

“Lily,” he growled, stopping her movements with the edge in his voice. She nodded at him, removing her hand and allowing him to shove the shorts the rest of the way down. His hands were rough on her and he settled her over him, remaining in control despite their positions. He shifted up, rubbing against her, and Lily moaned, breathless and needy and finally.

James shifted her slightly, leaning over to the coffee table and reaching under it, hand frantically grabbing around on the underside. Finally, he succeeded, and with a small noise of triumph, pulled out a silver package.

“You keep condoms taped to the underside of the coffee table? Poor Effie.”

“No, Sirius keeps condoms taped to the underside of the coffee table because according to him, we are all idiots and ‘you never know when the fancy may strike.’ It’s one of his many stashes. At least the knowledge finally comes in handy.”

Lily rolled her eyes, shifting back again for James to settle himself upright on the couch, holding her over him. With a nod to her, she lifted up, resting her weight in her hands on his shoulders. He held her close as she settled over him, and slid down slowly, biting her lip to suppress the moan threatening to rip through her as she felt him slowly fill her. James’s head fell against the back of the couch, and he watched her open up around him through heavily lidded eyes. His grip on her hips was bruising, rough, as she took all of him inside her, moaning loudly when she bottomed out. She giggled, breathless, flexing her muscles around him, making him twitch inside her.

“Fucking minx.” She smiled, pleased and punch-drunk, using her grip on his shoulders as leverage, moving over him in a slow and long and lazy rhythm, revelling in the feeling of him stretching her. After a minute, she increased her pace, tightening her thighs where they bracketed his legs.

Lily was rapidly approaching orgasm after being edged so many times, could feel it building in her lower stomach, tightening her limbs and making her gasp and grind down wordlessly each time she pushed down. She took her right hand off James’s shoulder, sliding it down in the minimal space between them, finding her clit quickly and setting a faster pace. James murmured to her, sweet nothings, mouthing at her neck and throat and jaw. He slumped down a little, giving her more room, and watched as she increased the pace once again, hand moving in tandem hips stuttering and shifting until she was shaking in his arms. She pressed down full, grinding aimlessly in his lap and she rode out her orgasm, smiling and blinking at him lethargically.

“Do you absolutely bloody gorgeous you are when you cum? God, Lily, I can never get over it. It will never get old, watching you cum for me and only for me. And you clamped so tightly around me, it was incredible. I almost came right then, watching your touch yourself and take your pleasure. So pretty for me, so good, sweetheart. Will you cum for me again, love? One more for me?”

James nipped at her throat, shocking her and causing her to moan. He gathered her in his arms, sliding them under her thighs to lift Lily up, all the while still inside her. He sat upright fully on the couch again, settling her in a straddle over him.

Lily lifted up, ready to move again, but James stopped her, holding her hips steady. “My turn.”

She nodded, frantic and needy, the waves of her orgasm still lingering. She tightened her fingers on his shoulders, and he lifted her hips again, guiding her down, pushing through the final haze of her orgasm. There was a spark of arousal in her stomach, expanding outward and burning through her, and she moaned, rolling her hips in James’s hands, long, deep strokes from below. One hand migrated to her hair, reaching under her ponytail to the base of it and tugging lightly, causing Lily’s head to fall back and her hands to fall to his thighs, pushing against them for leverage as she arched her back.

“Oh, fuck, Lily, you feel so good. So tight and wet for me, moaning so pretty. Come on, love, give me another. I’m so close, I’ve been half-gone all day just being around you in that ridiculously hot bikini. So good for me, sweet girl.” Lily’s hips stuttered down as he talked to her, voice low and husky, on the verge of breaking. She broke the pace he had started her on, and she moaned again, hair sticking to her mouth as she opened her eyes, surging forward again. Her mouth landed on his, and they clung to one another, panting.

Her hands squeezed his shoulders, frantic and overcome. As she neared the edge, she could hear James murmuring against her mouth, kissing lightly, teasingly. “Come on, Lily; cum for me.” Her hips stuttered forward one more time, and James bit down lightly on her bottom lip Her eyes slammed shut as she fell off the precipice again with a cry, legs shaking. She clung to James’s shoulders, trying not to collapse into them, when his arm pulled her closer to him, and his hips came up again once, twice, pressing fully into her, holding her so tightly it took her breath.  

After a moment, she relaxed, boneless and energized at the same time. Her breath came heavily and she let out a short laugh, lifting her head to look at James.

He leaned forward, taking her lips in a long kiss, pulling her closer. She kissed him back, pleased, humming against his mouth, and then kissing down his neck to his shoulders lightly, coming down from her high. Lily ran her hands over his chest, shifting slightly up and off of him.

James pulled her back down, into his arms, kissing her cheeks and face repeatedly. “So lovely, so sweet.” Lily settled into his arms, content for doze for a minute before she had to get up. James ran his hands up her arms comfortingly, hugging her close.

She only allowed herself to indulge for a minute before an anxious feeling settled over her. Quickly, she untangled herself from him, picking up her bathing suit bottoms, muttering her excuse and all but running to the bathroom.

While she peed, she debriefed with herself.

She liked James. She liked being around him and talking to him and also having sex with him. She knew that.

But what about the “mine” he dropped.

She didn’t want to get her hopes up - James chatted a lot of shit in bed, it was kind of his thing. She couldn’t be crushed if it didn’t go her way. Which was the whole point of trying to avoid the very thing she had just spent quite a bit of time doing.

She needed to tell him, right?

Probably. Maybe not. If she told James she loved him, it might mean the end of their friendship at most, the end of all sex with James at the least. And that was a huge risk.

Maybe just a break-up conversation. Ending the sex part of their friendship for real, like an adult, instead of just avoiding the problem would at least help her guard her heart.

She had decided. And now she just had to do it.

James’s eyes were closed when she returned to the big room, bottoms on and ponytail as fresh as could be without a brush, though still topless. She crossed her arms over her bare breasts, trying to calm down. With a final deep breath, she walked over to the couch, standing awkwardly in front of him.

“James, I need to tell you something.”

He opened his eyes, looking at her and cocking his head to the side, reaching up to run a hand through his own hair.

“I think we should stop having sex.”

His smile was slow, building. “Okay. Why’s that?”

“Well,” she started, pacing a little along the coffee table, gesticulating, forgetting her current state. “Sex can lead to feelings, and while I am not asking you how you feel, I think I may be developing some, and I do not want to make things awkward or uncomfortable.”

“You have feelings for me?”

“I might!” she said, throwing her hands in the air, still pacing. “I mean, it's possible. But I don’t know! And at the risk of me getting hurt, I think it is best that we just stop now before that happens.”

He stared at her, smiling and shaking his head. Reaching out, he stopped her pacing, pulling her down on the couch next to him. “Please sit. We are going to take a deep breath. We can talk about this.”

“I already talked about it.”

“So you might have feelings for me. Yeah?”

She looked at him, staring. His eyes were gazing at her, but blank, revealing nothing but a general intent on her. “‘Might’ meaning I probably do have feelings of some sort, yes. And they most likely trend toward emotional attachment and affection beyond that what is customary of a friend you sometimes have sex with.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “And therefore having sex with me is a bad thing, because it may lead to more feelings? That might trend toward, I don’t know, love and companionship?”

“That’s the hypothesis, yes.”

“You know, for the smartest person I know, you’re kind of an idiot.”

“James! That was so mean! Way to kick a girl when she’s down. I’m baring my soul here.”

“Lily, I’ve been in love with you since about a month after we met.”

“Oh,” she said, closing her eyes, trying not to throw her arms into the air and shout for the joy of it all. He loved her!

“Yeah, oh,” he said, a smile evident in his voice. He turned slightly to face her, wrapping her in his arms and pulling her into his lap. His nose nudged against hers, and she smiled, opening her eyes to his.

“I love you, too,” she said, leaning into his space to kiss him sweetly, tenderly.

“Well, thank goodness, because this was about to get really embarrassing if you didn’t say it back. And after all that agonizing planning in the bathroom.”

She smacked him lightly on the chest, blushing. “Should we go back to the others?”

“Probably,” he said, releasing her with a final kiss, and climbing off the couch to pull his swim trunks back on. “Though I doubt very much they noticed we were gone.”

Lily rolled her eyes, reaching into his pocket to take her top back (“Oh, cheeky”) and swiping his hand away from her bare breast when he made a half-assed move to touch her. “It’s like you don’t even know Sirius and Marlene. Of course they’ve noticed.” She reached behind her to retie the strings of her top, before just letting James do it, quickly and neatly.

He just grinned. “I know. I was just trying to make you feel better about seducing me mere feet from all of our friends. Absolutely wanton, absolutely despicable. You’re just insatiable.”

Lily scoffed in mock outrage. “Me seducing you? Please! You followed me to the cabana with the sole purpose of rubbing yourself against me like a dog in heat!”

“Two words, babygirl: red bikini.”

“Maybe you’re just too easy,” she suggested, walking out the open sliding door, picking up her cover up and wrapping it around her, primly smoothing her bathing suit like it was a dress.

“Only for you, love,” he said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Why do I like you?”

“Beats me. Glad you do though,” he said, wrapping her in his arms to kiss her one more time before they left the privacy of the patio.

When they emerged, hand in hand, six heads turned to them.

“Fucking finally,” Mary called, nudging Marlene on the arm. Marlene’s smile was vicious, spreading slowly across her face. She glanced at Sirius out of the corner of her eyes, and he nodded, with a matching smile.

“Did you two take a break to clean up? You didn’t have to do that!” he said. Lily’s hand flew to the space where her neck met her shoulder, and she closed her eyes, preparing for the incoming joke. James just chuckled, apparently extremely chuffed at this turn of events.

“No, sir, why do you ask?”

“Looks like Evans got into a wrestling match with a hoover. Glad to know it was only your juvenile snogging skills. A hickey, James, really? Are we fifteen?”

[harris-coopers]

Inside Lili Reinhart's Launch Party for Covergirl's Clean Beauty Collection

The actress speaks to The Hollywood Reporter about doing her own makeup on 'Riverdale,' as well as her experience as EP and star of 'Chemical Hearts': "It was time for people to see me in a different light."

Lili Reinhart is getting behind clean beauty. A Covergirl ambassador since October, Reinhart celebrated her first campaign on Thursday with a launch party of Covergirl's Clean Fresh line at Rolling Greens nursery in downtown Los Angeles.

The brand tapped her as the face of the collection, which includes vegan highlighters, blushes, foundations and lip oils formulated without parabens, sulfates, formaldehyde, talc, fragrances and phthalates.

"It's just walking art, living art," says the Riverdale and Hustlers actress of the power of makeup. "You can do whatever the hell you want to your face."

Covergirl — which is under Kylie Cosmetics majority owner Coty — joins other beauty labels in the clean beauty realm. Several stars-turned-entrepreneurs have put their weight behind the movement, including Jessica Alba, Victoria Beckham and Miranda Kerr, who promote more natural or safer ingredients in their respective beauty empires.

At the outdoor event on Thursday, Reinhart chatted with Euphoria actress Sydney Sweeney, both in pink ensembles. The Instagram-ready guests enjoyed fresh coconuts branded with "Covergirl"; butternut squash and coconut garlic creme pizza; and an edible garden featuring puffed wild rice "soil" with black olive and breadcrumbs, seasonal baby vegetables, mini jewel lettuce heads and housemade ranch dressing. On the drink menu was a watermelon fresh cooler, fresh pressed juices and the "Easy Breezy Rosé," of course.

Also on hand was a plant-decorating bar, where attendees received a potted aloe plant and filled the pot with quartz stones, pink sand and colorful moss to fit the au naturale theme of the makeup collection.

Ahead of party, Reinhart (who has previously repped Dermalogica) sat down with The Hollywood Reporter to discuss her work onscreen, in the makeup chair, as an executive producer and as a brand ambassador.

Why did you want to partner with Covergirl?

When the opportunity presented itself, I of course was thrilled. More people congratulated me on Covergirl than anything else. They were like, 'Oh my God, you're a Covergirl? That's incredible.' It was always a strange experience when people congratulated me because it was humbling, like, 'Wow this is a big deal.' I love Covergirl having their first male spokesperson, James Charles. It felt like Covergirl is such an inclusive brand when it comes to that and that's incredibly important.

Why is clean beauty important to you and what's your journey been like learning about the benefits?

I wasn't aware that clean beauty was even a category. It's so crazy to think that that exists, and then the opposite exists. There's obviously products out there that have a lot of stuff going on in them. Consumers are smart and they're paying attention to what they're putting on their faces, as they should be.

It's a lot harder to get away with producing low-quality products. A lot of people think of a vegan line as being very top dollar, and so the fact that Covergirl has found a way to make it extremely affordable is really admirable and cool. It's important that people have access to that. I wasn't too familiar with it until this line.

Patrick Ta (the makeup artist to Gigi Hadid and Olivia Munn) worked with you for the shoot. What was that experience like?

It was my first time working with him. It was great. I've never seen my brows look so good. I was like, 'Damn.' He used these makeup sponges from Japan or Korea. They were the softest makeup sponges I've ever used in my life. Of course you can only get them in Asia so I'm like, 'Guess I'm going to have to go to Asia and get some sponges!'

Your Riverdale co-star Madelaine Petsch said she does some of her own makeup on the show. You do as well?

I started to do my own makeup just out of comfort, when I would go to set in the morning. I love makeup sponges and I love the way they feel on my face and I was like, 'I wanna do it!' So I started doing my own foundation and I started doing everything. I've always enjoyed doing makeup. It was a very meditative thing to do in the morning. Because I'm not a morning person, it became a very easy way for me to just zone out and do my own thing.

I've experienced, over the last few years, makeup artists who really don't know my face and they try to make me look like something that I'm not. It gives me less anxiety to it myself and know that I'm going to look the way that I want to look.

How is Betty's makeup different than your own, besides being heavier for the camera?

It is heavier. Betty is natural, but because you're on a camera [there's] definitely more makeup involved. I do more eyeshadow for Betty than I do. I really don't wear eyeshadow unless I'm going out or it's a particular event that I'm doing. In my day-to-day, I wear very minimal makeup, but for Betty it's a process. You got the whole bronzer and highlighter and liner. I'm much more basic.

So how long does it take you to do Betty's makeup?

Like 30 minutes. I used to be 45, but I don't have the patience anymore. I'm just like do it, do it, do it, fast. In my real life, I only take like five minutes to do makeup. I use Clean Fresh Skin Milk Foundation, I put on the back of my hand, I put a sponge in it. I put it all over, do my brows and then my Covergirl Exhibitionist mascara and my lip balm.

What beauty tips have you learned from various makeup artists you've worked with?

I've learned a lot about what products to use — what works for me and what doesn't. I've enjoyed using more colorful eyeshadows over the last year. People in general are being more playful with the colors that they're using on their face, especially their eyes. It's been a very experimental time in makeup right now.

What trends are you loving on the red carpet this awards season?

The makeup on the runway has become such a thing now. Like Valentino did a collection where girls had [feathers] on their eyes [by Pat McGrath]. I was like, 'Oh my God.' It's just so beautiful and so dreamy. It's just walking art, living art. Makeup really is a way to just — it's like a blank canvas everyday. You can do whatever the hell you want to your face. I think that's awesome.

Sounds like you have an admiration for Fashion Week?

I do, I definitely do. I don't have time [to go] because I'm usually filming, but I do enjoy Fashion Week and I like fashion. I'm wearing Valentino today.

Well speaking of filming, your Amazon film Chemical Hearts wrapped. What's a big takeaway there for you?

One of the best filming experiences I've ever had to be honest, because I was an executive producer on it as well. I worked so closely with the director [Richard Tanne] for months beforehand and got to help with the casting process and I just think it was a script and a story that meant a lot to me.

It was based off of a book, so I read the book first and fell in love with the book. It's a bit of a melancholy movie. It's not like your average teen love story movie. It's not funny. It's almost like a teenage Blue Valentine in a way, if I want to toot my own horn. I loved working on it. It's very different from Riverdale and it was time for people to see me in a different light.

What was the appeal of stepping into that executive producer role?

That came into effect with the post-production and pre-production. I was very involved in the script and the casting, and then also for post-production, I have been involved in seeing different cuts of the film and giving my opinions on 'Does this work? Does this not work?'

Having my opinion actually matter and having Amazon executives listen to me and the director really take what I'm saying seriously, it definitely makes me want to be a producer on more things in the future. I really loved wearing that hat as an executive producer, so [I] definitely would do it again. It's a lot of work, I didn't realize, but I like having control. I like being in charge of things and having my opinion count for something.  

source: Hollywoodreporter

[alystudor]

— ♔ In the past, people were born royal and for ALYS TUDOR the TWENTY-SIX-year-old CROWN PRINCESS of WALES, that is a tradition SHE intends to keep. To others, SHE looks an awful lot like MADELAINE PETSCH and has been painted as THE MEEK SPARE but behind closed doors, SHE is TIMID & BLUNT but also DIGNIFIED & STOIC. It has also been said they are BETROTHED to MATTHEW GOODE, WILLIAM MOSELEY, ALEXANDER LUDWIG, AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON, OR UTP. 

BASIC INFORMATION

NAME: Alys Cedwyn Tudor

NICKNAMES: Aly-Cat [her brother]; Wyn [her father]; Aly [her parents & closest friends]; Al [her betrothed; a nickname in which she despises]

DATE OF BIRTH: April 16, 2094

AGE: 26

HOME TOWN: Cardiff, Wales, United Kingdom

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Russia

OCCUPATION: Crown Princess of Wales

LANGUAGES: Welsh, English, Italian 

PARENTS: King Ewen Ceri Tudor (father); Queen Anna Caitrin Tudor [ née Jones ] (mother)

BROTHERS AND SISTERS: Prince Alwyn Dafydd Tudor (deceased).

HUSBAND OR WIFE: Prince xxxx xxxxx (betrothed; fiancé)

SIGNIFICANT OTHERS: Her Pembroke Welsh Corgi, Dylan;  Emiln Evans (best friend)

RELATIONSHIP SKILLS: While Alys is rather reserved and tends to remain quiet, she listens intently. She is kind and surprisingly openminded to more than she lets on. While she has become good at feigning interest, particularly at royal functions, if she is annoyed, upset, or bored, she will politely let you know and move on. She’s loyal to those she cares about most in this world and would sooner keep a secret for someone than to destroy their good name, unless it’s going to be at the expense of her family or someone she deeply cares about. The only person she has come to despise most in this world is the man she is supposed to marry, despite trying her hardest to genuinely love him. And while hate isn’t a word she takes lightly, she has determined that if she ever meets the perpetrator who murdered her brother, she’s likely to return the favor; but little does she know, it’s the man she’s trying to love.

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

(TW: Dyslexia mention)

HEIGHT: 5′6″

HAIR COLOUR: Red.

EYE COLOUR: Brown

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Alys’ most distinguishing features are her red hair and fair skin tone.

DRESS STYLE: Alys prefers to dress casually in jeans, sweaters, and the occasional t-shirt, unless in the eyes of the public. Then you can find her wearing dresses and things tailored for her body type. While she’s never been one for keeping up with fashion trends, her stylist does know just how to dress her to keep her current with the times.

PHYSICAL HABITS: Alys does not partake in vices such as drinking, smoking, or drugs.

MANNERISMS: Alys is a very poised and polite person. Her etiquette training came from her grandmother, who believed women should be seen as ladies. She has a particular way of doing things, which sometimes confuses people or gets an unwarranted laugh because of how old fashioned Alys can come off as, but she does know when to relax, and that’s usually in the company of her closest friends. However, when she’s nervous or anxious, she rubs her hands together without really realizing. It’s also very clear when she’s annoyed or angry, but instead of yelling, she remains eerily calm, sometimes expressing her anger through the tension in her voice or simply walking off.

HEALTH: Alys is in peak physical health. She exercises regularly, including riding horses. She goes for morning runs and enjoys swimming laps, when no one else is in the pool. She’ll occasionally visit the gym, but tries to get outside as much as she can. She eats fruit and veg with very little red meat, preferring poultry and seafood. She does treat herself to sweets every now and then, especially traditional Welsh cakes. Alys does have dyslexia. Only a very select few people know this about her. And she has worked very hard to overcome it, though she still struggles on occasion. 

BACKGROUND

(TW: Murder, Death)

     For Alys, growing up second to her brother was as much of a challenge as a rat trying to free itself from an inhumane glue trap…impossible. His bright personality and commanding presence had always lit up the room as if King Ewen, himself, had already entered the building. And it didn’t take the younger of the two to realize her place in the world; silent and in the background. Though extremely bright and well rounded in her studies, the young woman remained quiet watching as her brother grew more fit and apt to take the crown someday. Of course, no one saw what was coming. In everyone’s minds, the belief that Alwyn would one day rule Wales, and quite successfully, had come as default. But of course, there had to be a set path for Alys. Like any great spare, she was set to marry.

     Arranged to a man she quietly despised, Alys didn’t counteract her mother and father’s wishes. Though loving him didn’t come easy. While she could tell he longed to be in the spotlight, much like her brother, she thought nothing of it. Instead, she went about her daily life, sometimes bluntly wrangling him back into his place by reminding him of whom he would be marrying. Life carried on until a trip to Rome. King Ewen, trusting in his son to negotiate policies with the leaders in Italy, sent the young Crown Prince, and his wife. And with some convincing, Alwyn managed to bring along his sister and future brother-in-law.

     The trip was a success. The Crown Prince had brought together two nations just as his father had hoped; a sign that he would be a great ruler someday. And to celebrate, Alwyn, along with Alys’ betrothed; a young liaison who had been present at the meeting of the two countries; and a young diplomat to Rome, left the women of their own accord for a night out in Tor Bella Monaca to celebrate. Not exactly the greatest place for two princes, but the perfect coverup for the heinous crime that Alys’ betrothed was about to commit.

     Word of the Crown’s death came sometime over the next several hours and the next several months were like a blur. No one had suspected a thing, and the one coherent witness that was there that night was threatened to great lengths. However, in all of this, Alys’ life was thrown upside down when she was soon announced as the new Crown Princess of Wales.

     Mourning her brother’s passing would be put on hold as she would take over a role she never expected. But relations between the country of Wales and Italy had turned sour. And with tensions mounting elsewhere in the world, Alys’ father and mother felt it best to send her off to Russia for protection. Losing their pride and joy had nearly destroyed their family, and the idea of possibly losing their daughter as well, and the right to hold the throne in the future, couldn’t be fathomed. But what they didn’t know was that the murderer of their son was engaged to their daughter and set to be the future King of Wales, if all continued to go according to his plan.

HEADCANONS

Though her brother was the center of attention and the apple of their parents’ eye, Alys was still extremely close to him. They would often come to each other and have conversations about life. Him, spilling the details and annoyances of holding the title of Crown, and her, explaining how invisible she had felt at times. Surprisingly enough, this helped to keep their relationship solid, and if one was ever jealous of the other, they would speak it out loud. They were each other’s rock, so when Alwyn was killed, Alys had felt like she had truly lost a part of herself.

Because of how open Alwyn was with her about his duties as the Crown Prince and how observant she was over the years, Alys does have more of an understanding of what is expected of her than her parents and the media think.

While she seems rather reserved and quiet in the public eye, Alys does enjoy having a good time with her closest friends. However, alcohol and recreational drugs have never been a desire of hers.

Horses are a passion for her. Coming from a long line of horse breeders, she knows her stuff. It was also her biggest escape, when the focus would be on her brother. She has many trophies and ribbons from the competitions she’s entered over the years.

Dylan, her Pembroke Welsh Corgi, is whom she misses the most. Despite being betrothed and having her parents back home, the small dog has been the one that’s heard her sobs, seen her tears, and somehow managed to make her laugh despite how broken hearted she’s felt since her brother’s death and the passing of the title of Crown.

Alys enjoys jazz and classical music. It helps her relax and to clear her mind. But she secret loves hard rock. Only Alwyn knew this about her, and they would have jam sessions together to let out the day’s frustrations.

She enjoys studying history and how the world came to be in its current state; a quality vital to ruling Wales someday. She particularly enjoys reading about rulers of the past and the United States fascinates her greatly. She also enjoys reading biographies, but does enjoy a good dystopian tale every now and then or a book about the stars and space.

More to come...

[violctx]

— && guests may mistake me as ( madelaine petsch ), but really i am (violet madden + cis female + she/her ) and my DOB is ( 10/24/1996 ). i am a ( up-coming actress/model ) and would like to stay in suite ( 310 ). i won’t be much of a bother because i am ( ambitious & determined ), but i can also be ( cunning & reckless ) at times. personally, i like to ( sunbathe, shop, take trips to the zoo, play poker, take photos & sing ) when i have the time to relax, and my favorite snack is ( chocolate covered strawberries ) to have in my suite.

Basics:

name : violet aurelia madden

nicknames : vi, red, cherry

age : twenty-three

birthday :  october 24 (scorpio)

sexuality : bisexual

birth place : new york, new york

hometown : los angeles, california

height: 5′6

favorite color : red

hogwarts house : ravenclaw

occupation : upcoming actress/model

fluent in : english, french, & italian

hobbies : sketching, fashion, poker, singing, dancing, photography, drive-in movies

Family:

father : everett madden (49)

mother :  adelaide madden (45)

older sister : freya madden (25)

twin brother : elliot madden (23)

Info:

violet and her twin brother spent a lot of time together when they were little, they were inseparable.

they have an older sister, who liked to spend a lot of time helping their nanny with the twins, guiding them as much as she could.

their father, everett, spent his time managing and running chains of casinos in california, new york, and florida while their mother, adelaide, never wanted to be a mother, she’d rather sit by the pool and organize events that required minimal effort.  

growing up adelaide drilled perfection into violet, if her hair was slightly out of place she’d be forced to go back upstairs and fix it again. making mistakes didn’t go over well, which made the girl pretty sneaky. when she was caught she’d get privileges taken away while her brother got a slap on the wrist unless her defended her, which happened often.

she rebelled a lot through elementary school, okay through most of her school career. from stealing crayons to skipping class, the red head knew how to get what she wanted and most of the time that involved getting her mother to act like a parent and not the socialite she actually was. 

with perfection came violet’s modeling career which started when she was scouted back in new york.

through modelling and dealing with their mother she soon found herself drawn to acting, that and sketching up the outfits she’d like to wear when she became famous. 

the sketching came to a surprise to her, but it was one of things that managed to calm her down throughout and after a stressful situation.

half way through junior year of high school those scouts paid to fly her and her entire family to la, seeing her potential. this made her mother so proud, for once, that they didn’t need to think about it. plus with her father’s hq in la, the move made sense.

originally her plan was to continue her education in california, but when she got word of her brother going to chicago she changed her mind so he wouldn’t be entering a new state alone. that and being with her mother without him was her worst nightmare. she knew freya would be fine, studying to be a doctor left her older sister very little free time to worry about everyone else these days and violet was glad she was finally doing something for herself.

after getting her move approved by her manager, he agreed it’d be good to add more things to her resume, plus the new tv series she landed shot in chicago. it was a win/win.

Extras:

she goes to the zoo when she’s stressed, she also likes the scenery when she has a mental block and needs a jump start on inspiration.

she doesn’t take no for an answer, she likes speaking her mind

she wants to be able to be able to wear her own designs on a red carpet one day

she likes to laugh and go on drives with no specific destination.

her father owns and runs a casino back in la so she quickly gained a love for poker from being in that environment constantly.

she’ll try anything once

she won’t start something she knows she can’t finish…mostly.

there’s always a rare chance if you find her sketching that it will be a person instead of clothes.

she’s used to having to sneak around and do things in secret not only to get around her parents but her brother and his protective nature…especially when it came to dates.

[savsfm]

madelaine petsch, twenty-three, cisfemale, she/her. —  SAVANNAH WALSH was just spotted out and about in los angeles with their signature VINTAGE DENIM OVERALLS. the paparazzi tried to be subtle, but the ACTRESS caught them snapping pictures and DARTED INTO THE NEAREST SHOP. they jetted off to A SECLUDED, PRIVATE BEACHFRONT before getting asked about HER UPCOMING SERIES FINALE this time, which kinda coincides with their notorious WARY attitude towards fame, doesn’t it? 

HELLO hello , i’m bay & this is my sweet lil savannah ! actress , sports fanatic , dog lover , confirmed adhd ball of energy ( as far as you know ) . if she had a label , it’d be the benevolent , and . . . well , let’s just get right into this ! 

·   ☆     .    𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚜  !

full  legal  name :  savannah raine walsh . –– her mother had a hand in her middle name , and boy was that woman a hippie . age :   twenty  three  .   gender :   cis-female . nicknames : sav , savvy , little walsh ( when in context with her older brother )   pronouns : (  she/her  ) occupation : actress ; sophie turner career claim . inspiration : listen . . . there’s a reason i chose sophie . also jane sloane . details : growing up with just her father and her brother , for the most part , sav was very much the tomboy type , and despite her father’s history in the mlb , the walsh kids often spent time away from him and lived a relatively normal life . this made sav’s climb to fame a bit more of an adjustment , but people seem to love the down - to - earth way she has about her . after wrapping an iconic fantasy series ( think game of thrones ) and starring in a blockbuster ( think dark phoenix ) , everyone seems to be wondering what’s next for america’s favorite sweetheart .

·   ☆     .    𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍  !

micah “mickey” walsh came from nothing . he was a natural born athlete with the drive of a kid who had nothing to lose and everything to gain , and he could’ve stepped right out of high school and onto a minor league baseball diamond , but his parents –– loony as they seemed –– insisted he go to college first , and he spent four years playing for vanderbilt , where he met his wife marnie . they fell in love , hard and fast , and by their senior year , they were throwing together a shotgun wedding in order to say their vows before her baby bump began to show . 

the first few years were a whirlwind with mickey never giving up his dreams of having a family and having a professional baseball career. two years in , he was called up to the big leagues , and thus began the ICONIC career of mickey walsh , second baseman and a monster at bat . after three years in the mlb , the walsh family grew , and when SAVANNAH RAINE was born in chicago , illinois , wrigley field filled to capacity celebrated . 

three years later , mickey was traded to the boston red sox , and the walsh family moved again . for some time , things were well , and they appeared to be living the dream . mickey loved boston , and boston loved the walshes , so much so , that contract after contract was renewed at fenway . when savannah was five , however , tragedy struck and her mother fell ILL . by the time sav was six , she’d succumbed entirely to her illness , leaving her and her brother , luke , to grow up without a mother .

the walsh family was devastated , mickey taking indefinite time off from his career to be with his children . his parents moved to boston shortly there after to help out with things around the house . mickey tried to keep a happy way about him , but after a season out , everyone could tell he was itching to get back , if only for the DISTRACTION of the game . . . so luke & sav grew up darting around fenway park . they attended every home game , stayed up to watch all of the away games , and they genuinely loved it . babysitters chased after them in exhaustion , and their grandparents did the most they could to raise them right .

savannah was always a FIERY little thing , and it had nothing to do with the red locks she’d inherited from her mother . she was joyful and playful , kind and a lot for any one person to handful . she asked too many questions and had QUITE a knack for theatrics . most of all , though , from a young age , she was simply good . . . and she really never expected to get into acting .

all of that energy had to go somewhere , though , and seeing as she was dramatic as is . . . she was enrolled in dance classes and school theatre projects . she took a liking to acting , starring in school plays and toying around writing her own short films . in high school , savannah was everywhere . . . spread far too thin . but hey ! keeping busy is what this girl lives for ! 

at sixteen , she enrolled at an acting camp during the summer in los angeles , and this is when she found out that her family and friends weren’t simply full of shit ,  like she’d assumed .  she had talent , and she could make a career of acting . . . and unlike others , her rise was a bit too quick . she spent the summer going to auditions , and her BREAKOUT role was one of her first . . . v much a sansa on game of thrones type of deal .

sav finished off high school through a personal tutor and online schooling , but NOT going to college , for either of the walsh kids , was never an option . so she wagered a gap year from her father ,  so she could film seasons 2 & 3 of her show . other seasons were filmed during summer months , on breaks , and on long weekends . she SPED through her degree at new york university , and graduated in 3 , freeing up time to act full time .

there’s a GENUINE way about her that just . . . captures people , when she isn’t in character . in interviews , on talk shows , on red carpets . . . she’s just blatantly very soft , very sweet . skeptics think it’s an act , but anyone who KNOWS savannah knows that the only thing she fronts for the camera is constant energy . ya girl is tired . . . all the time , but will never admit to it ! 

after one of the most watched television series finales of all time and a franchise film –– along the lines of x-men/marvel –– stunning the box office , savannah is taking a moment to SLOW DOWN , because she’s never exactly done so . . . right now ,  she’s trying to figure out where to take her career next with a pile of scripts sitting at home and the world of the silver screen at her fingertips . 

·   ☆     .    𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 & 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜  !

like i said , miss savannah is very outgoing , very bubbly . she’s good with people . . . but let it be known that she’s an introvert at heart . my girl is queen of leaving parties early . 

definitely the lost-in-a-daydream type , and she’s always been a bit of a QUIET hopeless romantic . less grand gestures and magnificent romantic adventures , more of just . . . a genuine believer in love . which . . . CERTAINLY lines up with the way her life threw her for a loop , just after nineteen , and one (1) nate carpenter absolutely turned her world upside down . it took all of one chance meeting , and sav was completely smitten . despite the fact that their dads kind of sort of ?? hate each other , they are happily planning on spending the rest of their lives together , dipping out of Famous People Things by 9:30pm at the latest .

painfully honest . . . maybe a little too honest. if she’s not careful ,  she can occasionally say too much and put her foot in her mouth . no amount of media training can REALLY rein it in . . . so her publicist is well paid and honestly . . . she has a hell of a time keeping spoilers to herself , so a lot of interviews regarding big plot lines are often with castmates aksdjfha

has a dog named hercules ! not named after the greek hero . . . or the disney movie . . . but rather named after the massive beast in the sandlot . her hercules is a mutt she rescued as a pup . they’re not really sure what he is . . . only that he’s kinda big and definitely has some german shepherd in him . 

sports fanatic af . her dad played professional baseball , and now he coaches for the new york yankees . her brother is a household name for hockey fans . . . and , well , catch her in a bright blue dodgers jersey with the name carpenter on the back , every baseball season !! 

she hasn’t TOTALLY grown out of her tomboy-ness . she still wakes up early to go surfing , still does far better in beat up converse than she does in HEELS , insists on the thrill of doing her own stunts , curses like a damn sailor , and loves a good worn in denim . queen ! of ! rocking ! overalls ! 

thinks about her mom a lot , but tries not to do to the fact that it just fuckin . . . makes her sad and anxious . the grief , she can handle , but the nerves ? her mother died of breast cancer , and savannah STUBBORNLY refuses to get tested to see if she’s got the genetic marker for it .

still visits her grandparents in boston often 

has a very .. . strange relationship with fame . she knows it’s fleeting , and she doesn’t really care for her private life being prodded into . in fact , that’s the worst part of it all . it’s taken a toll on her self - esteem , here and there , but for the most part. . . . she tries not to let it get to her . if she could do the acting thing without the fame , she honestly would . 

ok that is . . . my girl savannah . i hope y’all love her as much as i do bc i am vERY EXCITED ok !!  HIT ME WITH A LIKE & I’LL COME SWOOPING IN FOR PLOTTING !! 

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Riverdale//without you i’d be nothing

Request: Reader plays a Northsider River Vixen on Riverdale and when the show’s on hiatus the cast takes a trip to New Orleans and her boyfriend Douglas Booth invites them to see him film a scene as Nikki Sixx for the Netflix movie The Dirt and he and reader are super cute after he finishes the scene and the cast totally ships them. The scene is from the YouTube video The Dirt - Shout at the Devil/with backstage (Turkish subtitle). Nikki’s bass guitar in the opening of the scene is really cool.

hey! i really hope you like this!! and i also hope you’re having a good day! 

“Hey guys! It’s me, Madelaine and welcome to the last day of shooting before our hiatus!” Madelaine beams into the camera and you lift your head up from your phone to watch her talk excitedly at the camera. 

“I’m sort of sad because I’m gonna miss all of these.” She does a twirl to show off the rest of the cast sat waiting to start filming and they all take a break from talking to wave and smile at the camera. “But I am very excited for the break. Plus, we won’t really be away from each other for long because in a few days we’re going on holiday!! Aren’t we guys!” She asks and zooms in on Charles while he scrolls through his phone. 

“Huh?” He asks when he feels everyone looking at him. You all stifle a laugh before looking back at Madelaine again. 

“Okay, let’s see what everyone is doing.” She smiles playfully and wiggles her eyebrows before flipping the camera and choosing who to annoy first. “KJ. What are you doing?” 

“Eating.” He replies through a mouthful of food before glaring at the red-head. 

“Vanessa?” 

“Ignoring you.” She replies, not bothering to look up from her phone. 

“You know, you all think that Vanessa is lovely, but this is what I have to put up with.” Madelaine frowns. “What about you Y/n?” She asks and you glance at her before sending your text. 

“She’s texting her boyfriend.” Jordan teases as he looks over your shoulder and you roll your eyes at his childishness. “Aww, they’re sending each other kisses. And now she’s opening Instagram and liking a picture of him-wait, that’s not his real hair is it?” He asks and you send him a look. 

“Of course not.” You laugh. “It’s his costume, for the Mötley Crüe movie.” 

“Ohh.” He replies. “Okay.” He starts again, faking a British accent and you roll your eyes again. “Now, she is liking the photo of her boyfriend and his cast members. She’s typing something and now she’s going into her notes and typing something else. It’s for me, and it says Jordan...fuck off.” He trails off and a playful pout replaces his smile. 

“Somebody please send help.” Madelaine deadpans as she flips the camera back. “I’m gonna have to put up with all of this for another week.” 

“Holy shit.” Madelaine mouths as she shoves the camera in her backpack. The rest of the cast are just as mesmerised with the stage set up in front of them. 

The stage is more light than actual stage and for a while you can’t really decipher between the lights and the many, many speakers they have. Four microphones are dotted around the black stage, just waiting for sound. The guitar amps wait to be plugged in and you remember watching Douglas walk in and out of your bedroom as he tried to master the way Nickki Sixx would walk on stage. Tommy Lee’s drum sits at the back of the stage and the pentagram really brings the whole dark aesthetic together. 

It genuinely looks like one of their shows. After Doug was offered the role, the two of you sat and watched countless videos of their shows together, just so he could really get into his role.

Normally you’d join them in staring wide-eyed at the bright set, but you’re too excited to see Doug that you can barely take in anything surrounding you other than him. Your eyes scan the countless people passing by. Crew members carrying large speakers and microphones back and forth, and hundreds of extra’s mill about around you, making you feel like you’ve just walked through a time machine. 

You feel eyes on you and it’s only when you look back at them do you realize you were bouncing slightly. 

“Be cool.” Jordan shakes his head and you flip him off making him feign offence. 

“Can I help you guys?” A woman asks and you quickly direct your attention to her. 

“Hi!” You beam. “Douglas Booth invited us to watch him. He said he got the okay from the director. I’m Y/n, his girlfriend. Nice to meet you!” You smile and stick your hand out in front of her. She blinks, trying to process what you’ve just said in the short space of time before a small smile twitches at her lips and she introduces herself. 

“I’m Amy.” She replies. “And I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s nice to finally meet you in person instead of being shown countless of pictures of you.” She teases and your cheeks heat up.

Cami and Lili share a look before nudging you and you stare at the floor, too embarrassed to look at them again. 

“Come with me.” She tells the rest of the group. “And help yourself to snacks and drinks.” She says and everyone’s head’s perk up at the mention of food. “We’re just about to film, they’re putting the final touches to everything, but if I see Doug I’ll let him know you’re here.” 

“Thank you!” You grin and sit down. Behind the camera’s are a bunch of seats, none of which match and it’s a race between the ten of you to get the comfiest seats first. It ends in KJ and Casey standing and they grumble quietly to each other while the rest of you smile sarcastically back at them. 

“Okay. Quiet on set!” Someone shouts and you stand up to crane your neck over the camera’s. For a second everything’s quiet, and then the lights go up and everyone screams. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, from Los Angeles, Mötley Crüe!”

Douglas looks out into the crowd and your sure he’s seen you, despite the room full of people. Then the lights come up and the spark machines go off leaving all you to stare in awe at what is happening. 

The sound of drums pound along with your heart while you watch your boyfriend transform into somebody else in front of your very eyes. He strums the guitar in time and hops backwards while looking out into the darkened crowd and you follow his gaze, wanting to see what he’s seeing. 

You watch as the camera zooms in on Douglas’ strumming and you nudge Cami excitledy as you point proudly at him. She stifles a laugh before the two of you continuing watching. 

“Title track is from our up and coming album. We call it ‘Shout At The Devil’” Danny shouts and the crowd goes wild. The camera zooms in on Iwan playing guitar.  

‘Shout, shout, shout!” They sing, the camera zooming into each of them, focusing longer on Colson as he twirls the drum sticks around in his fingers.  “Shout, shout, shout! Shout at the devil.” Danny kicks his leg out and does a spin before starting to sing again and you can’t believe what you’re seeing. 

They all look so cool! Especially Douglas and you can understand why bands back in the day had so many groupies if they did stuff like this on the stage. The atmosphere is electric and it’s not even a real concert, so you can only dream of what it would feel like to be at a real one.  “He's the wolf screaming lonely in the night. He's the blood stain on the stage.” Danny points out into the crowd and you hear a few screams and squeals making you laugh. “He's the tear in your eye. Been tempted by his lie.” Douglas rocks back and forth, and despite your earlier teasing through texts about the wig, it does look good when he’s up there head banging. “He's the knife in your back, he's rage!” Colson raises a hand in the air before banging the drums again. 

Danny leans forward, his voice going up an octave and you watch impressed. “He's the razor to the knife. Oh, lonely is our lives. My head's spinning 'round and 'round.” He points out into the crowd again and you catch Pete Davidson’s eye. 

Colson throws a drumstick in the air again before drumming, and you don’t know where to look anymore. There’s so many incredible things happening and you wish you could film this or take a picture or something so you can remember. It’s going to be amazing when you see it in the actual film, but to see it being recorded in real life, that’s something you don’t think any movie theatre will be able to live up to. 

“But in the seasons of wither, we'll stand and deliver. Be strong and laugh and-” 

“Shout, shout, shout. Shout at the devil! Shout, shout, shout!” Flames erupt from the stage during each beat and all ten of your eyes widen when you see someone flash the band. They head bang and jump around and your eyes widen each second that passes. 

But it’s over far sooner than you’d like it to be. You could spent forever watching your boyfriend pretend to be a famous rockstar, and you’re surprised at how at home he looks up on stage. 

The band shout and cheer, before the director shouts cut and they suddenly all erupt into laughter. Douglas and Iwan high five before they disappear off stage and previously still crew members start moving again. They hurry past you, with props, costumes and coffee in hand. 

And you wait excitedly for Douglas to appear. 

“So, we’re on the set of a super important Netflix movie. We’ve just watched them film literally the best thing ever. Like I have goosebumps, look. Anyway, I’m not gonna show you much, but I am going to show you this.” Madelaine whispers, a soft smile lighting up her face before she flips the camera and zooms in on you and Douglas. 

You wrap your arms around him and he picks you up, twirling you around making you squeal. He puts you back on the floor and wastes no time in capturing your lips in a kiss. You’ve been waiting months to kiss him again and it was definitely worth it, even if he is wearing that ridiculously large wig. 

“I’ve missed you so much baby.” You mumble against his lips. 

“Me too.” He replies and kisses you again. 

Madelaine flips the camera back to her and she pouts in response to how cute the two of you are. 

“She hasn’t shut up about him since he invited us out here.” She says and rolls her eyes. “It’s been the only thing we’ve heard. Hasn’t it V?” She asks the shorter girl as she walks behind her. 

“What?” Vanessa asks and takes a sip of the coffee Cole stole for her from the snack table. 

“Y/n and Doug.” It’s only three words, but it sets Vanessa off into a whole ramble about how excited you’ve been to see him. 

“It’s a good job they’re cute.” She replies making Vanessa giggle and the two of them watch as you and Doug catch up with each other. You move his wig from his face and he smiles thankfully, before kissing your cheek. “Something that isn’t cute though is these two.” Madelaine interrupts her own vlog by swapping the camera again and zooming in on Jordan and Drew taking pictures of each other with badly put on wigs. 

Her and Vanessa shake their head and watch as they laugh loudly and try to knock the other ones off their head. However their laughter soon dies down when a crew member comes over and scolds them for tampering with props, and now it’s Vanessa and Madelaine’s’s turn to laugh. 

“I can’t wait for the internet to see that.” Vanessa giggles before sending a disapproving look at the two men now pouting sadly in the corner. 

“Knowing them, it’ll just make more people love them.” Madelaine rolls her eyes. She turns the camera off and lets Vanessa lead her to where the majority of the cast are. 

“Hi guys.” Douglas introduces himself nervously and the conversations slowly die out. You stand beside Doug, your hand in his to keep him calm and a reassuring smile on your face. 

He’s never normally nervous when meeting new people, however he’s only ever met a few of these people a handful of times and he knows how important they are to you so he wants to make the best impression he possibly can. 

Although, you’re pretty sure he already has done with that they’ve just watched. You’re sure that could turn even the most cynical and hard to impress people, so you’re not worried. 

“Hi!” They all reply, each of them moving to shake his hand first. 

“Can I just say, that was great. I’ve never seen anything like it!” Drew gushes and Doug waves him off bashfully. 

“Seriously. Y/n is very lucky.” Jordan replies making you shove him lightly. 

“I’m definitely the lucky one.” Doug replies and kisses you gently. Your friends roll their eyes and gag in response, but you know they’re doing it out of love. 

“So, how are you all enjoying New Orleans?” He changes the subject.

“We haven’t really seen much of it. We got here yesterday and we spent the majority of it sleeping.” Casey explains making him frown. 

“Why don’t we go sightseeing.” He smiles. “Before you guys get kicked out.” He adds and looks at Jordan and Drew who smile back awkwardly. 

“You guys go ahead.” You interrupt. “We’ll catch up with you.” 

“Ooo.” KJ teases and you flip him off making him laugh loudly. “Get out.” You shove him and Lili grabs his arm pulling him towards the exit. The rest of the gang follow until it’s just you and Doug standing in an empty room. You’re only company is the very large snack table and various chairs dotted around the room. 

“I’ve missed you so fucking much.” You admit and wrap him into a tight hug. He wheezes at the force but hugs you back and warmth fills your chest. “You were also amazing up there. I mean, it was like I was at a proper concert!” You ramble proudly and he rolls his eyes. “You are so talented.” 

“Nah.” He shakes his head and you send him a glare. “It was all you, you’re my good luck charm.” 

---

March 18, 2019, ArcLight, Hollywood. 

The fabric of your dress, bunches and un-bunches in your clammy palm. The pale blue silk is soft against your skin and it’s quite a comforting feeling, it’s good to know that you can still feel something, even if the rest of you does feel numb. 

Camera’s flash outside the tinted windows of the black car, and you can hear hundreds of people shouting and screaming. The last time you were at a movie premiere, it didn’t feel anything like this, and it’s not even your movie. You wonder if you maybe need to do more than two acting jobs to get used to stuff like this, maybe you never get used to it. 

The more you think of it, the weirder it feels. All of those people lining the streets and wanting to take pictures of you. Riverdale premiers feel a whole lot less scary than movie ones. You thought it was because you always have your friends around you, or maybe because you’ve been to every single one of them since the show started, you kind of know what to expect as they’re all the same. 

But then you glance at Doug and you feel a whole new set of nerves creep up on you. He looks so good in his suit, and you watch his fingers tap anxiously against his knee as the two of you wait for the door to opened. 

Maybe you’re more nervous because it’s him. You have no reason to be though, the small part that you saw being filmed was amazing, and if the whole film is like that, then he’s got nothing to worry about. But you know he’s nervous and maybe that’s what’s making you feel the same. 

“Doug?” You place a gentle hand over his, stilling the movements of his fingers and he looks back at you, his expression softening as he takes you in. 

“You look beautiful.” He smiles and presses a kiss to the back of your hand. 

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” You reply and he rolls his eyes. “Are you okay?” You ask and the question seems to take him by surprise.

“Yeah-I. Why wouldn’t I be?” He stutters and you send him a look. He knows you can read him like a book, it’s something you seemed to have mastered by the first day you met him. 

“You just seem a little nervous.” You shrug and give his hand a squeeze. 

“I’m okay.” He shakes his head. “Maybe just a little bit. But nerves are good.” He finishes and you look at him unsure. “Why? Are you nervous?” 

“A little bit.” You admit and drop his gaze. His finger hooks under your chin and pulls it up again so you can look at him. His hazel eyes seem to see straight through you and the way he’s looking at you makes your heartbeat increase. For a few seconds, it just feels like the two of you sitting in the tiny cab. 

The rest of the world disappears, it’s just you and him, and that’s all you could ever really need.  

“Come on, you’ve done scarier things. Remember when you found out you had to do that British accent. I’m pretty sure you told me, you’d considered dropping out of the film.” He says and you nod your head. 

“I suppose, yeah.” You agree. “That was very nerve-racking. Especially when I had to do it in front of the cutest British boy I’d ever met.” You add and he rolls his eyes playfully. The two of you giggle quietly to yourselves

“We’re ready for you.” A tall man dressed all in black tells you once opening the door. You look at Doug and the two of you take a deep breath. 

“Are you ready?” You ask and he nods slowly. 

“As I’ll ever be.” He grins and you mirror it. The nerves turning to excitement when you think about how proud you are of him. “Wait!” He shouts and you freeze, dropping your purse in fright. “Sorry.” He apologises awkwardly and you roll your eyes at him. “I just wanted to get a picture with you before we’re both whisked off by our adorning fans. I want to show off how lucky I am, and I want Danny to see what he’s missing.”

“Where did you say he was again?” 

“He’s off filming some other film. But I think he did a video message or something, basically thanking everyone.” He replies. 

“Oh, that’s sweet.” You nod. “Anyway, adorning fans?” You repeat and he nods, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “You know this is a premier for a film that you’re in right? I’ve got nothing to do with this.” 

“One. We all know that the majority of the people here, are here for you because they just assume you’re coming with me.” 

“They assumed correctly.” You nod and cross your arms. You raise an eyebrow as you wait for him to continue with this point that you know is going to be stupid. 

“And two. You have everything to do with this.” He says and your roll your eyes, pushing him bashfully. “I’m being serious Y/n.” He says, making you look at him. “If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t have had the confidence to say yes to all the offers I got, I wouldn’t have been able to recover from the many no’s. I wouldn’t have been able to learn my scripts and come to you for advice and support and just for a hug. This has everything to do with you, and the way you looked at me when you watched me film, gave me all the confidence I needed to keep going, even when the hours were long and I missed you like crazy.” 

“Douglas Booth, you’re going to make me cry and my makeup is perfect.” 

“And you look beautiful.” He replies and wipes a stray tear away. A curl falls in front of your face and he tucks it behind your ear, his fingers leaving a trail of heat along your jawline. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” You laugh and wipe away another tear. 

He gives you one last smile before grabbing your hand. You step out of the cab and into the bright flashing lights and the overwhelming sound of your names being shouted. He looks back at you, concern growing in his eyes but you grin back at him and he mirrors it. 

The two of you make your way up the red carpet, posing together and separately as people shout your name from all angles. The camera’s always disorient you, but as soon as you’re back beside Douglas and he wraps an arm around you waist, you feel yourself become more comfortable with the sheer amount of press. 

Douglas talks to a few of his co-stars and you take the few minutes of zero attention to really take in the moment. There’s so many people here, all of them to see your talented boyfriend and his friends and you feel like your heart is going to burst with pride. 

Your gaze catches Jordan, Drew and KJ, all three of which are staring wide eyed as the real Mötley Crüe walk the red carpet. You watch as they try their hardest not to implode and a chuckle escapes your lips when they finally realize that you’re watching them. 

“Holy shit!” Jordan mouths and you roll your eyes. Drew points awkwardly at them and KJ makes small talk with Tommy Lee before he stares at you in shock. 

“Be cool!” You mouth back and roll your eyes at your friends. The three of them just stare back at you in shock before they notice Vanessa and Madelaine having a full on conversation with all four members. 

It looks like they’ve just bumped into each at the grocery store with the way they’re talking to each other, and even you must look a little surprised. 

“I’ve seen you’re show!” Nikki says and your jaw drops. “It’s fucking weird.” He adds making the girls laugh. 

“Yeah.” Madelaine nods. “It sure is.” She adds before they walk away to get their pictures taken. Madelaine and Vanessa stare at each other, frozen for a few seconds before they grab each others arms and squeal. 

“Your friends sure are weird.” Vince says and it takes you a few seconds to realise he’s talking to you. 

“Oh yeah. There are.” You laugh awkwardly and the rest of the band greet you. You take a second to glance back at your friends who are all staring at you with varying degrees of shock on their face. 

“Are you ready to go in?” Doug pulls your attention away from the silent conversation you’re trying to have with Vanessa, and a soft smile graces your lips. 

“More than ready.” You nod excitedly. “I’m so proud of you baby.” You whisper in his ear and a blush creeps up his neck. 

“Not as proud as I am of you.” He replies and nudges your arm. The two of you take a deep breath before stepping through the door, ready for whatever adventure is waiting for you next. 

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it’s a... girl!

TAGGING: KJ @itskjapa​, Cami.

LOCATION: Vancouver, BC.

TIMEFRAME: August 22nd, 2020.

NOTES: The gender of Baby Apa is revealed.

KJ: The party was in fully swing, people laughing and sharing stories as if they hadn’t seen each other in months. When in reality they had been hanging out on a weekly basis as soon as they had found their way back to Los Angeles. Unable to stay away for very long. KJ looked on from his spot under the porch of the main house they were staying in — the wide green space surrounding them giving the place a little something magical. Taking another swing of his beer, his eyes trailed from their friends to the numerous goodies that had been placed onto a very large table. Blue and pink adorning everything. From the tablecloth to the napkins. And there was no way to miss out on the balloons awaiting them in the corner — their faces plastered on the texture that matched the sex they were each rooting for. Although he had been adamant about their baby being a boy, the thing that truly mattered was for them to be healthy. That still didn’t prevent him from playing the part he had so much fun with. “Here comes my little boy in his mum’s belly.” he teased as Camila moved toward him with a hand placed over her stomach. The sight alone eliciting a wide grin that was on the verge of hurting his cheeks. “You won’t be too disappointed, aye. Not the first time I’m right and you’re wrong, babe.” The last sentence earned him a slap over the head as his dad passed him by — not acknowledging him much more as he continued on his way and mingled with the others. “I swear, he just gets a kick outta this.” Separating the distance between them, KJ wrapped his arms around her form and caught her lips in a soft kiss. One that lingered as they both stood still in the embrace they were sharing. “I love you, babe. And I can’t wait for us to finally know the gender of our baby.” he told her with a genuine smile, looking down at the belly that kept on growing as time passed them by. So fascinating to think an actual human being was currently laying in there. This pregnancy never failed to amaze him.

Cami: Their first weekend back in Vancouver was an important one for many reasons, but the main reason was the party they were currently in the midst of participating in. Everyone had arrived the night before, settling in quite nicely to the houses they had rented for all of their friends and family. Camila had woken up early this morning to pee and hadn't been able to fall back asleep because she's been so excited for the party. They had kicked off the festivities at noon and the happy couple had made their rounds to everyone that filled the space. Escaping to pee again, Camila had spotted her baby daddy on the porch of the main house, taking a swig of his beer and taking everything in. Cradling her bump with one hand, the raven-haired girl rolled her eyes as he teased her about their baby being a boy for what felt like the millionth time just as his father walked by, earning him a slap over the head which brought a laugh out of her. "Myself and your granddaughter thank you," she called after her future father-in-law with a cheeky grin on her face. "I get quite the kick out of him always slapping you upside the head," she giggled as KJ separated the distance between them by wrapping his arms around her form and catching her lips in a soft kiss. Camila hummed against his lips and pouted slightly as he pulled back to talk to her. "I love you too. And I can't wait to prove you wrong, very soon," she teased, watching as his eyes fell to her growing belly. "How do I look?" she said with a smile, smoothing the fabric of her dress down so her belly was really exposed. Camila looked around at the party, the decorations, treats and all of their favorite people in one place and couldn't help but feel overly happy. "Everything looks perfect, I can't believe we pulled this off," she whispered, reaching for KJ's hand to place it on her stomach. "Everyone here loves you so much, Baby Apa."

KJ: As Camila's question tumbled from her lips, KJ leaned back to take into the view she offered -- the sight of her belly sticking out eliciting a soft chuckle. There was no need to ponder on the question in the first place, not when she was, and would always be, the most beautiful girl he had ever set his eyes on. Though her body was going through numerous changes during the pregnancy and he knew just how self conscious she could be when it came to her appearance. Which is why he always did his best to reassure her whenever she gave him the hint to do so. "Like a magnificent soon to be mum. You're literally glowing, babe." he told her, the adoration crossing his features letting her know he meant every word. It often felt like a dream or another reality -- life had been so kind to them, so amazingly fantastic that he couldn't help but fear he would wake up one of these days and realize his imagination had been too vivid. Luckily for him, when such thoughts crept up suddenly, there was always a moment that appeased his worried mind. And in this case, it was when his fiancée reached out for his hand and placed it on her stomach. The swell of it filling his eyes with brimming tears that he willed away as soon. "More than anything." he added to what she had uttered to their child, his gaze flicking back to her features before he drew her into another kiss -- this one more intense and passionate than the first. It was the hollering from their friends and family that made them pull back; laughing quietly to themselves before they turned around to acknowledge them. Cole jokingly reminding the couple they couldn't inject another baby in her womb no matter how hard they would try. "Shall we get to the main event, aye?" he asked Camila with a cocked eyebrow, loudly enough that the question alone had everyone cheer in agreement. They weren't the only ones impatient regarding the gender reveal.

Cami: Watching as KJ leaned back to take in the view she was offering him, Camila couldn't help but smile. "Glowing?" she repeated as a question, her cheeks turning slightly red as she blushed at the compliment. She watched his face as his hand came in contact with the swell of her stomach, the tears that he quickly willed away seemed to just resurface in her own eyes. This time when he drew her into another kiss it was more passionate than the first. When their friends and family began to holler, she pulled back, blushing again as they both giggled. At Cole's teasing reminder that they couldn't inject another baby into her while she was already pregnant, the raven-haired girl stuck her middle finger up at him with a chuckle. At KJ’s next question directed at her but loud enough for everyone to hear him Camila nodded as their friends and family hooted and hollered. “I totally think we should,” she breathed out with a smile, wrapping his free hand around her waist and placing her own hand over her stomach. They approached the spot that had been deemed the reveal area where two balloons waited for them with their own baby pictures on them. The intent was for them to pop the balloons and see which color confetti fell out of them. Camila had her sights set on pink and KJ had been dreaming about blue for a little boy ever since she’d told him she was pregnant. She would be happy either way, because all that mattered was their healthy baby, but she was still hoping for a girl deep down. Cole positioned himself in front of them to get pictures of the reveal while Madelaine stood with her camera ready to record the moment. The rest of their friends and family had phones out, some FaceTiming people who couldn’t be there and others ready to record and take photos. “Ready, babe?” she said, reaching for her balloon and one of the pins they had to pop it. “On the count of three,” Lili called out from her spot next to Mads. “One... two... three...”

KJ: The smile gracing his features widened as Camila agreed to finally get to the most awaited event of the party; hand gently resting on her waist as they made their way to the balloons awaiting them. The anticipation of the moment was at an all time high and as he stood where he was guided to, KJ felt himself becoming nervous. Not because the confetti could prove him wrong, but for the simple fact that the reveal in itself would bring them one step closer to their baby. He often thought about what their life would be like as soon as this little human being would join them -- it was exciting and frightening all at once, knowing another person would count on them to make the right decisions and take care of their every need. When the gender would be revealed, their adventure would suddenly take another turn. Glancing at Camila as they both waited for the countdown -- holding onto their balloon with a pin firmly held into the other hand -- he winked at her, having the feeling that they were both on the same wavelength regarding the matter. Anxious but thrilled. "One... two... three..." Two loud popping sounds echoed, pink confetti streaming along the gentle breeze flowing around them and spreading itself in the wide area. A girl. He barked out a laugh and immediately hid his face behind both hands, shaking his head as he heard the screams and joyful interactions erupting at the sight of the color. A little voice deep down had been telling him for weeks he was probably wrong, but KJ had held onto his pride of never giving up; especially when it came to a bet with Camila. A girl. Before he knew it, he was submerged with a wave of emotions he couldn't contain. His eyes filled with tears and he dropped his hands in order to catch his fiancée's gaze, allowing her to witness the bright grin etched on his lips. "Fuck." he breathed out, a giggle following suit as he pulled her into his arms for a tight embrace. Finding refuge in the crook of her neck while the tears fell.

Cami: As the loud sound of balloons popping filled her ears, Camila momentarily shut her eyes before remembering the whole point of what they were doing. The sound of screams and cheers filled her ears as she opened her eyes to catch sight of pink confetti streaming through the gentle breeze that was flowing around them. A girl. She let out a gasp as her hand went straight to her mouth in shock. KJ had been so convinced it was a boy, she had almost expected to see blue confetti just because he'd talked such a big game. Camila would've adored a little boy, but the sight of pink confetti made her heart burst. Looking over at KJ as he dropped his hands, she could see tears filling his eyes which immediately brought them to her own eyes. The grin etched on his lips warmed her heart and she couldn't help but also giggle when he breathed out the f-word. "Watch your mouth, our little girl can hear you," she whispered, letting her own tears fall as he pulled her into his arms in a tight embrace. His face found refuge in the crook of her neck as she brought her hands up to run through his hair. "You are going to be the greatest girl dad on the planet." Everything was slowly starting to sink in more now that they knew their baby's gender. A girl. Camila was completely over the moon. Suddenly she felt a strong kick from inside her stomach, one that was much different from the flutters she had started feeling last week. "Shit, babe, did you feel that?" she asked, pulling away from him a bit to rest her hand on her stomach and there it was again. "Give me your hand, you've got to feel this," she exclaimed, rather quietly as their friends and family continued to mingle and celebrate. It was almost as if time stood still for the couple, because all Camila could focus on was her fiancé and their baby who was now making her presence quite known. Taking KJ's hand in her own, Camila laid it flat against her stomach in the spot where their baby had just kicked.

KJ: Another giggle tumbled from his lips as Camila chastised him for his foul language, though all he did was squeeze her closer against his frame -- eyes fluttering shut while the last of his tears continued their journey along his cheeks. Their little girl. KJ could already envision a mini Camila running around their house in Los Angeles, chased by an eager Truffle. The thought alone made his heart soar like never before. "Oh, baby." he murmured against her flesh, peppering it with a multitude of kisses as they kept their embrace. In their own world while their loved ones were celebrating with each other. He could barely hear the sound of their cheers anymore, simply focused on the amazing woman who was carrying his child and the bump that stood between them. Her words almost brought another set of tears, though he exhaled loudly and willed himself to keep his composure. "And you will be the greatest girl mum ever." He had barely been able to utter the last syllable that a quick motion against his stomach made him jump slightly -- a chuckle elicited by the way she reacted before he pulled back to look into her wide brown eyes. Full of wonder and excitement. "Language." he teased with a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, just as she done previously with him. Though he was quick to give into her request, impatiently waiting to properly feel what had went down mere seconds ago. KJ knew exactly what this was all about and he was amused by the fact that their girl was so timely. Giving her first kick the day they were celebrating her. When it happened again and this time around where his hand was firmly pressed against her belly, he dropped to his knees -- cradling the bump and resting his forehead against the fabric of her dress. Never had he been more grateful for his life than right now. With the woman he loved and their child interacting with them for the very first time. "My girl's gonna be so strong. Just like her mum."

Cami: At his murmuring against her flesh followed by kisses pressed against it as he held her in his embrace, Camila burst out into another fit of giggles. “I hope our baby has your cute little accent and calls me ‘mum’ all the time,” she whispered. At his teasing words about her language, Camila rolled her eyes but continued to laugh as he placed his hand on her stomach and waited to feel another kick. She couldn’t believe their girl was showing up with her first big kick on the day they had found out her gender and were celebrating her. As he dropped to his knees and cradled her bump before resting his forehead against the fabric of her dress. Camila’s hands went to his hair, running her fingers through it. “And she’s going to be so cool, just like her dad,” she whispered fondly. Lili called them out of their bubble to offer up cupcakes which they happily took, she’d added an extra one to Camila’s plate which she appreciated because she was eating for two now. “Thanks, Lils,” she whispered, turning to focus on their friends and family who surrounded them and were now focused back on them in this moment. “Sorry everyone, baby girl just wanted to really make her presence known,” she giggled, reaching out to hold KJ’s hands with a grin. “We love you all so much and we’re so lucky to have you all in our lives,” she continued, focusing on their friends and family. “Let’s get this party started,” she cheered, raising her hand that was clasped in KJ’s up in the air as music began to play from the speakers they had gotten set up for the party. This was a gender reveal, but any excuse to dance and have fun was a good idea in Camila’s mind. Finishing one of her cupcakes, she grabbed KJ’s hand and dragged him out towards the dance floor, wrapping her arms around his neck as she swayed in time to the music.

KJ: The words she uttered made him look up, a soft smile dancing on his lips. But before he could tease Camila about how cheesy their current interaction was, they were interrupted by Lili -- cupcakes in hand and thus reminding them they had never been alone in the first place. Despite the bubble they had locked themselves in after the reveal. “Thanks.” he said as he straightened his body, reaching out for the plate and immediately pulled into a playful embrace by his mates who didn’t fail to mention how wrong he had been all this time about the sex of their child. Joshing him relentlessly with friendly pats on his back and an excitement that was animating every single person attending the event. KJ had been stubborn enough to share his immovable views with every person that was in the known; it was only fair game of them to make fun of him. “Fuck you.” he exclaimed through his laughter before moving back against his fiancée when she tugged on his hand while addressing everyone. There was nothing more to add on his part; she had said enough regarding the way they both felt when it came to the unwavering support and love they were constantly surrounded with. It was with a bright grin that he echoed the cheering going on, the music playing in the background becoming louder and people entertaining themselves in the way they saw fit. The cupcake had been destroyed in two bites as soon as he had munched on it -- his gaze skimming along the table in order to find something else that would tickle his fancy. Though Camila pulled him away before he could even attempt to grab something. “I was trying to eat, aye.” he informed her jokingly, arms sneaking around her waist and holding her close to him. The look in her eyes so full of happiness and love, it only increased the intensity of his own emotions behind his brown orbs. “Careful, I reckon I could ask for another kind of food if you keep this up.”

Cami: Watching fondly as the guys pulled KJ into an embrace, Camila took a bite from one of her cupcakes and gave a thumbs up to Lili. The boys were all teasing KJ for being so certain it was a boy when in fact Baby Apa had been a girl all along. "Language," she whispered, elbowing him in the side as he moved back against her. KJ cheered along with her sentiment after she had addressed their friends and family, knowing she had perfectly encapsulated how they were feeling he didn't really need to say much. He'd finished his cupcake in record time and she could see that he was scanning the snack table for another treat when she tugged him along. As his arms snuck around her waist, she let out a giggle in response to his teasing tone. "Well, I'm trying to dance," she proclaimed, moving her hips in time to the music, even as her belly grew she still had the same moves from before she had gotten pregnant. Moves that she knew could hypnotize her fiancé. She was so in love with him as they swayed together in time to the music. Camila had never loved anyone more than she loved him. The love she felt for their baby was completely different and she was thankful for that, because there was no way she could ever love one over the other or more than the other. "Don't tempt me," she whispered, making eyes at him. When the song over the speakers changed, Camila turned in her fiancé's arms so she could lightly grind up against him. Two could play at this game. As his hands gripped her waist, she leaned her head back against his shoulder. They were once again in their own little world as their friends and family members danced and mingled with each other. "Just tell me when you're hungry, babe," she whispered into his ear as she continued to grind against the spot where his hard on would surely be.

KJ: It had been a playful statement, the kind he often said just to tease the heck out of her -- especially when they were surrounded by people. There was always a part of him that reveled in the fact that Camila could get aroused by the simple thought of doing something that was forbidden. Something dirty under such circumstances. Though it usually never went further than this, unless there was a way for them to disappear from view without looking suspicious. KJ wasn't certain today was the case, but the way she kept grinding against him didn't allow him much room to think this through. To think period. The grip on her waist tightened, applying more pressure on the growing erection she was toying with and his eyes fluttered shut for a brief second before he remembered exactly where they were. "You're going to pay for this." he whispered back, the tone of his voice firm and full of promises. He was going to make it happen one way or another, even if his own parents were aware of their situation. His thoughts were bold in the moment, but a little fluttering in the pit of his stomach made him look up quickly to make sure they were both busy. A sigh of relief flowing past his lips when he saw them along with her parents being entertained by Cole. Now that was bound to help their horny selves. "I'm heading inside first. Join me in five minutes." As nonchalantly as he could, KJ pulled away from his fiancée and made his way toward the main house -- humming along the song that was currently playing and tugging on the shirt he was wearing to hide his discomfort. Five minutes had never felt so long as he waited in the kitchen, the anticipation coursing through his being awakening a fire that was on the verge of burning bright. As soon as Camila crossed the threshold of the front door, he appeared in the hallway as rapidly as the Flash and dragged her by the arm inside; mouth crashing upon hers hungrily before he pushed her body flush against the door.

Cami: A chill ran down Camila's spine as KJ whispered in her ear about making her pay for the way she was grinding up against him. "Oh yeah?" she questioned, giggling as his grip on her waist tightened. Cole was currently entertaining their parents which the raven-haired girl was thankful for knowing exactly where her fiancé's mind was at in the current moment. At the next words out of KJ's mouth, Camila nodded her head, slowly stepping away from him to make her way over to the refreshment table. Grabbing a cup of water, she cupped her belly with her hand as she quenched her thirst. Looking around at their loved ones all enjoying themselves made her heart burst. All of these people gathering to celebrate their daughter who wasn't even born yet made her so incredibly happy. Their baby girl was already so loved before she'd even made her entrance. Smiling fondly at the thought, Camila realized time had passed and she was meant to meet KJ inside, her stomach filled with butterflies as she thought about her fiancé waiting for her in the house. Making her way over to the door that brought her into the kitchen. As she crossed the threshold she couldn't help but giggle as KJ appeared as rapidly as the Flash in-front of her, dragging her inside by her arm. Suddenly his mouth is crashing into hers with a hunger they both have in the current moment for each other and a quiet moan slips from her mouth into his. Usually in these situations she would have jumped up into his arms by now as he held her flush against the door, but that wasn't possible with her belly now. "We should go somewhere," she mumbled against his lips, knowing full well he couldn't just take her here in the kitchen. Their room was all the way upstairs but there was a few rooms downstairs plus a bathroom they could use. "We've got to get away from the windows, babe," she giggled, hands going to the hair at the nape of his neck as she tugged on it.

KJ: The giggle that flew past her lips and was swallowed by his mouth prompted him to emit the same sound. Acting like two teenagers who were so eager to partake in something they weren’t supposed to -- the thrill of the moment stimulating their senses and taking over. Camila had invaded his mind and every thought swirling around pertained to her. The warmth of her body pressed up against his own, the taste of her mouth driving him wild and the way she delighted him by her mere presence. The proof of such overwhelming effect currently straining in the confinement of his shorts. His hands had already found their way under the fabric of her dress, hiking up the material and palming her scrumptious ass. Which is why KJ groaned in protestation when his fiancée suggested moving their secretive rendezvous in another room. “Babe...” he trailed off in a breathy voice, reluctantly pulling away from her mouth but keeping his lips attached to her skin -- trailing them along her jaw and down the crook of her neck. “We’re good right here. Ain’t it so fucking exciting, aye? Knowing we could get caught.” His actual brain had stopped working minutes prior and there was only one part of his body in full control now; the kind that was reckless and driven by very precise needs. It was made clear when, despite the good point Camila had made regarding the large windows, his right hand ventured to the front of her lower body and boldly cupped her heat. Fingers poking through the panties she was wearing. “You’re gonna get it so good.” he murmured before biting down on the soft flesh he had been relentlessly lavishing with his tongue. One last attempt to convince her to give into his crazy plans. Though he knew quite well they would end up doing exactly as she wanted. No matter how good everything felt. The spell he was under would not fade away even if she were to drag his ass to the bathroom on the other side.

Cami: As his hands found their way under the fabric of her dress, palming at her ass, Camila couldn't help but let out a moan. KJ's protesting groan when she suggested moving their rendezvous to another room made her giggle against his lips. As he trailed off in a breathy voice, pulling away from her mouth, keeping his lips attached to her skin by trailing them along her jaw and down her neck, she let out another moan. "It definitely is exciting, but if one of our family members caught us, I'd surely melt into the ground," she whispered, throwing her head back as his right hand ventured to the front of her lower body, boldly cupping her heat. "Fuck, Kaje," she cried out, gasping as his fingers poked at her core through the panties she was wearing. "You're going to give it to me so good, aren't you?" she questioned, closing her eyes as his fingers continued to poke and prod at her flesh. He had bit down on the flesh he was lavishing with his tongue, which caused her to let out another moan. His name fell from her lips again as he continued to worship her body. After a few more minutes had passed, she worked up the strength to push herself off of the wall to try and move them somewhere else. "Bathroom, babe, come on," she whispered, grabbing his hand to quickly drag him towards it so they could continue the fun they had been having. Once they were in the bathroom, Camila reached down to pull her panties off and then she tried to hoist herself up onto the sink which she failed at due to her ever growing belly. KJ quickly helped her sit on the sink as she leaned back, spreading her legs to give him something to look at once he pushed her dress up or got under it. "Have your way with me, baby," she whimpered, knowing she was already wet from his teasing just a few minutes ago. Camila leaned herself up against the mirror, gripping the edge of the bathroom vanity.

KJ: The numerous sounds filling the kitchen and the simple fact that she hadn’t pushed him away — quite on the contrary, bucking her hips against his hand as he continued to tease her folds through her panties — was enough for KJ to think he had won this round. His trademark smirk painted itself on his features as he bit down harder on the flesh of her neck, eager to give into the sensations that were coursing through his being. Just as he was about to hoist her up and free himself from the painful state his erection was in, Camila pushed herself forward and thus prevented him from going any further. A flash of confusion crossed his face, but the question on the tip of his tongue was quickly answered when just like he had thought about earlier, she dragged him to the bathroom. There was a tinge of disappointment that rose the more distance was put between them and the kitchen, though his brown eyes settled on her ass while they walked — the hypnotizing sway of her hips redirecting his thoughts on the one thing that mattered the most. Her. One second he was lamenting about the thrilling adventure they had given up on, the other he was looking at his fiancée as if she was a goddess he wanted to worship without any restrain. “Fuck, Cami.” he grunted as he maneuvered her onto the sink, his hands pulling up her dress and exposing what he was craving the most. With her legs spread, the invitation was clear — it didn’t take him long to yank himself out of his shorts and show her just how much she had been affecting him ever since her little dance. “You’re damn right I’m gonna have my way with you.” There was no time to be wasted when anyone could come knocking on the door, which is why KJ gripped her thighs to keep her in place while he moved between her legs. Guiding his length past her neither lips in a firm stroke as a loud moan echoed in the space they were in. His motions were hard and fast as soon with only one goal in mind. Bringing them both to new heights.

Cami: With his hands pulling up her dress, exposing exactly what he had been craving, Camila let out a giggle. The sound quickly turned to a gasp as he quickly yanked himself out of his shorts to show her just how much she had been affecting him. "Fuck, Kaje," she whispered, letting out a moan as he gripped her thighs to keep her in place while he moved between her legs. She couldn't see him guiding his length past her neither lips due to her ever growing stomach, but she felt it and heard his loud reaction in her ear as she reacted the same way. Just as quickly as he had pushed himself into her he was moving hard and fast against her, bringing them both to new heights. Camila bucked her hips towards him, gripping his waist and keep him steady. "Holy shit, babe, you feel so good," she cried out, leaning back a bit to give herself some sort of relief in the moment. "You fill me up so good, always, baby," she whispered, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the air. The rush of getting off like this somewhat in public was causing her to be extra loud. She knew that if someone were to catch them she would be embarrassed, but she also couldn't help but react in this way. "Touch me, come on, find that spot," she whimpered, begging him to find her bundle of nerves to really get her where she wanted to be. Camila had been wet as soon as he'd poked at her core through her panties so by now she was a mess. She was almost certain she would fall apart fast in this situation. The heat of the moment and the circumstances would have her coming around his hard on in a matter of minutes. "Fuck," she called out, bucking her hips again as he continued to slam into her, harder and faster than before. "Holy shit, babe," she whispered in his ear, already feeling like she was close and he hadn't even put his hands on her yet. She knew that he was waiting, hoping to drag it out just a little bit longer.

KJ: There was no holding back as they both got lost in the sensations washing over them. Unabashedly loud while they shared their appreciation despite the fact that anyone could walk inside the house at any moment. Camila had turned off her brain as well it seemed, so focused on the way their joined bodies kept clashing in a well perfected dance they could never seem to get tired of. KJ watched her through hooded eyes, his thighs slamming against the surface of the furniture she was currently hoisted up on the more he increased the pace of his motions -- the slight pain inflicted adding to the pleasure that was building up in the pit of his stomach. “Fuck." he uttered between gritted teeth, willing himself to focus on his current actions rather than the overwhelming orgasm that was creeping up and threatening to overcome him. The blame could only be placed on the situation itself and the way they had teased each other previously. Rendering him so powerless and unable to do anything but give in the overwhelmingly tempting emotions coursing through him. Her plea was like a sweet melody that entranced him and it took a handful of seconds until the info reached his brain; a groan flowing past his lips just as his thumb grazed the bundle of nerves that was seeking his touch. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard." Leaning his forehead against hers, his brown eyes locked onto her own -- warm breath tumbling from his mouth and tickling her flesh. The look in his eyes was filled with a craving she never failed to elicit and finally taking pity on his fiancée, he found himself stimulating the sensitive bud that would push her toward the edge just as he once again picked up the pace of his movements. Eager to watch her fall apart around him like she had done so many times. A sight engraved in his mind.

Cami: At the sound of a groan dropping from KJ's lips, Camila's head rolled back as a gasp fell from her own. His thumb gently grazed the bundle of nerves that had been desperately seeking his touch and she let out a moan. "Fuck, babe," she whispered, biting down on her lip as he leaned his forehead against her own and told her he was going to make her cum so hard. "I'm looking forward to it," she breathed out, locking her eyes with his own and shivering slightly as his warm breath tickled her flesh. Camila could tell that he was craving her and it turned her on just as much as the sight of her turned him on. When he finally took pity on her and began to stimulate her sensitive bud, she couldn't help but cry out, leaning forward to wrap her mouth around his shoulder to quiet her noisy reactions. If anyone were to pass by this bathroom they would surely hear her. "Holy shit," she cried against his skin, trying to focus her breathing as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. The fire that had been ignited inside of her moments ago was already completely aflame as he pounded himself inside of her and stimulated her very sensitive bundle of nerves. "I can't hold on much longer, fuck, I'm gonna—," she cried out, bucking her hips against his before she was spilling out around him. Leaning her forehead against his chest, Camila did her best to catch her breath, hoping he would follow after her. The raven-haired girl brought her fingers up to slip under his shirt and rake over his chest. "Come on, baby, be a good boy, cum for me," she whispered. Her fingers crept downward to his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze as she waited for him to fully come undone as well. She hadn't lasted too long and she knew that he was going to be quick to follow her. They had gotten really good at quickies in public, so it wouldn't be long until he was spilling out inside of her.

KJ: The shadow of a smirk settled on his lips as Camila found it impossible to hold herself back, the cry tumbling from her mouth and the way she quickly attempted to muffle it with his bare shoulder sending a surge of pride coursing through his being. KJ would have surely teased her about it under other circumstances, though his own pleasure was starting to unravel and his main goal in that moment was to cater to her needs -- his own taking a back seat for the time being. Eyes squeezed shut, he intently focused on his motions, relentlessly thrusting inside of her warmth in order to provide the push she needed. Reveling in the sensations that washed over him as her walls contracted around his length and the orgasm that submerged her soon after rending her speechless. Only then was he able to let go himself, a weight pulled off his shoulders while he maneuvered his hips faster against her lower body -- seeking that long awaited edge that seemed to be so close and yet out of reach. "Fuck, fuck." he loudly grunted in her ear, the attention her fingers bestowed upon him acting like a switch; the fire in the pit of his stomach invading him whole and taking over in a blink of an eye. The brunette came with her name on the tip of his tongue, the hips that had been frantically slamming against her own gradually coming to a stop. His body slumped against hers mere seconds later, heavy limbs finding comfort in the embrace they were currently in. With how careless they had been as soon as they had stepped in this bathroom, KJ wouldn't be surprised if someone had been the unfortunate witness of the sounds they had both emitted. But the thought of it brought more amusement than anything else. "Best gender reveal party ever, aye." he whispered once he felt like he was in control of his own body, pulling back to look into her beautiful dark brown eyes with a bright grin. At this rhythm, they would get to throw another next year.

[femmefatclle]

Hello everyone, I’m Ivy and as per usual, I do things in the last minute. Bellow is everything about my girl Ella who is one big mess but I’m planning huge things for her in the near future, so if you can help me to make it messier - it’ll be even better. The intro got a bit long so everyone who gets to the end, gets a present!

✎⌠madelaine petsch. cis female. she/her⌡❝ — well, look who’s just arrived ! if it isn’t the one and only elienna willard. though, around here they’re known as the femme fatale. don’t tell ‘em i said this but the twenty three year old assistant to a photographer / intern at a small firm kinda has a reputation of being deceitful and self-indulgent. but y’know, they can be versatile and intellectual too. typical aquarius. anyways, welcome home and stay safe ella !❞  

tw for death, abuse, attempted suicide, addiction and attempted sexual assault

NAME: Elienna Willard NICKNAME/S: Ell/Ella AGE: twenty-three GENDER: cis female PRONOUNS: she/her SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual HOMETOWN: Misty Hollow HEIGHT: 5′5 EYE COLOR: dark brown HAIR COLOR: red

/insert Madison Beer’s song - Dear society/

Elienna was born in Misty Hollow, Connecticut to Darius and Alice Willard. Her father was working as a car seller and her mother has a degree in bio engineering - it was known that she left her very promising career because of love after meeting Darius and moved with him in Misty Hollow.

As the years passed, her parents noticed that their daughter was showing signs of being way smarter than the average kids - it happened around the time when she was five years old. Apart from that she tended to stay away from most of the kids, closing herself in their house and showing much more interest in her mother’s books on bio engineering then socializing with people.

Growing up and being even more different because of her red hair, Elienna taught herself to use it as just another of her advantages, learning that manipulating and playing people is the only way she could keep her heart intact from the cruelty of those around her. She became really good at putting the right facade for different people, that way many thought of her of being two faced and even a cruel child. Yet her brain couldn’t make her immune from doing stupid things in the future.

When she was eleven her mother decided to leave her father and both of them moved to San Francisco. They lived there until Elienna graduated Golden Gate University with bachelor in business and pr at just 19 years old.

The university was the place she met her first and probably only real friend she’ll ever have. Best friend even. Because Elienna tended to appear as cold and distant, always standing away from people or acting as if they were beneath her, not to mention that she was way younger than all of the university students, her first months there were very difficult for her to adjust to. But then she met Sage. She was the complete opposite to all of Elienna’s constantly changing moods - three years older than her, wild, reckless, with short black hair and one-two small tattoos on her body, Sage was the light in the redheads life, taking her under her wing and then shoving her into the center of all the troubles.

Both of them became so close that for their second year they decided to move out together. Elienna’s mother was against it but eventually, seeing how happy for once her daughter was, she let this slide.

Sage was the first person who convinced Elienna to try alcohol, then cigarettes, then something else and something else until the vicious circle got all the way around. But having a closed confident, something she never had in her life made Elienna blind to how destructive their friendship was. After all it was all fun and games… until, in her third year, Elienna got way past the line - she eventually had gotten addicted to drugs and a lot of drinking. Her grades dropped, she was on the verge of being expelled because of not attending university for months and even her mother’s money weren’t about to fix things soon if something drastic wasn’t done.

This was the moment where her mother stepped in, trying to get Elienna out of Sage’s poisonous grip. In secret her mother put her in rehab against her will for two months so she could get clean and graduate. Indeed, that way her daughter got clean… but not from Sage’s friendship.

When she was 14, a photographer saw her as she and her mother were walking in one of the parks at San Francisco. Since natural redheads were rare to find, he asked to photograph her for fun, but then seeing that Elienna was natural in front of a camera, even with her shyness, he publicized his pictures. A lot of people were mesmerised by how pure and beautiful the girl looked so with that she even managed to get a few more photo shoots. Then, the era of Instagram appeared and Elienna easily became “star” there with over 16k followers at this time.

Her father died in a car accident five years ago, leaving his house to her. She refused to return to Misty Hollow for the funeral and later sold the property.

After graduation, her mother thought that she’ll continue her promising future in San Francisco, becoming one hell of a business woman, but the redhead surprised her when she announced that she was going back to her hometown. The reason - Sage managed to convince her how good it would be for her to go back to her hometown for a few months, a year maybe, reconnecting and healing from past wounds, before delving into the adulthood.

Going back to her hometown brought out a lot of memories. Since she wanted to try something new, Elienna got the job of an assistant to a photographer and used it as a way to get even better at her side “job” - modeling & being an Instagram star.

But as the time passed, Ell found out that with only being an assistant she couldn’t make much money, so she was forced to take on another job - this time, something close to her degree. Ell went on few interviews and became a business intern in one of the ‘biggest’ firms in town.

But then the strange obsession of her best friend came into her life. At this time both of them lived together again, partying and doing reckless stuff… until her friend got obsessed with the damn horror story of the town. Like, really obsessed. Strangely as it is, this was the thing that caused the first big problem in their friendship even if Elienna herself was a sucker for everything dark and dangerous that lurked in the town’s shadows.

Diving straight into the deep dark, Sage made Elienna follow her down with her. One of the last words Ell would remember that Sage had said to her was - If it wasn’t for me, your naive nature would’ve gotten you to the bottom. Now, with how popular you are and with the ability to make other people do your bidding, to be apart of something bigger then this shitty old town, you can be on top of all of them. So why are you still such a wailing bitch about it?

The next day Sage disappears.

It’s been almost two months now and no one knew what had happened to her. Elienna is a complete train wreck, practical living at the sheriff’s department and constantly posting on social media about what had happened, hoping that someone would help her find her missing friend. But with all the nasty rumours… deep down Elienna knows that she would never find her friend. At least, not alive. And sinking more and more into the pile of horrors this town has to offer, the redhead knows she’s not leaving soon.

Few months ago she was almost raped. That night Elienna was already drinking a little too much when all of it happened. It hurled her into emotionless black pit for a week, she even thought of pressing charges but at the end she didn’t do anything because Sage told her how terrible it would be for her reputation.

After the attempted sexual assault, at a moment of weakness, she thought about trying to kill herself. But when trying to do it, Elienna couldn’t take her life.

Recently she feels as if she’s stalked. And that’s when the anonymous messages start to appear…

Wow, if you’ve made it this far - congratulations! I already have full wc list posted on my blog and you can find it HERE. Ofc if you don’t find your muse into any of the positions - message me and I’d love to think of something with every single one of you. <333

[hqcolem]

The one where they got caught.

Tagging: Lili @itslilsrxinhart, Madelaine @madelaming & Cole. 

Date: Saturday 2nd of May. Night

Notes: The end of the night doesn’t exactly go to plan for one married couple and their best friend.

Cole: Seven drinks in, or was it eight? Cole could barely remember how many drinks he'd had but the number was high and the alcohol currently flowing through his veins was making it harder and harder for him to figure out if the key he was trying and unsuccessfully put into the door was his fault or whether the key hole had grown smaller. Eventually it slotted in and Cole pushed open the door, stumbling a little on the step "Shit, did we always have a step there? Watch out because someone put one in" He slurred a little, waiting for Lili to enter the house so he could lock the door behind them. He hung his coat up on the rack and slipped his shoes off at the same time, throwing his keys down on the side table. The house was dark and Cole assumed that both Charlie and Madelaine were probably asleep as it was very early morning. It had been fun to go out without a care in the world, throw back some drinks and enjoy the night out with his wife. "You think we should check on her? Or leave it?" He asked Lili.

Lili couldn't stop laughing as Cole tried to unsuccessfully open the front door to their house. "Just..stick it in. That's what she said," she offered and then was hit by another attack of the giggles. She was a grown adult and a mother of a baby, yes. When she got inside, her hand fumbled to try and turn on the light but couldn't find the switch. Oh well. She always wanted to see what it felt like to have night vision. Even if..she clearly didn't. She kicked her feet out so both flats went flying across the room and winced as they hit the wall. Whoops. She'd clean that up in the morning. "Noo, she's fine. She's with Mads," Lili shook her head and tried to find her husband's shoulders to guide him towards the couch. "This is our /alone time/ and I want to take advantage of that," she told him with a seductive smirk and somehow managed to fall onto the couch with him. Her hand hit the lamp that was resting on the table next to them and she screeched as she knocked her forehead against his. "Shh," she told herself. "Kiss me."

Mads: Madelaine had made a whole event out of her staying in date with Charlie. She still wasn't used to staying with her alone, it gave her comfort to know that Lili and Cole were still in the house or in the near vecinity, but tonight was date night so she suckered up the courage, and in the end, she was glad she'd done that. Charlie had a much earlier dinner than she did, but the redhead postmated Veggie Grill so that she didn't have to worry about the cooking as much, so when all of that was done, she brought the baby with the little snooze bed thing she'd gotten off Amazon and got into bed. It took maybe ten seconds for her to actually fall asleep with her arm draped across the baby's thighs, just for safekeeping. She got waken up by a little bit of a rattling noise, her fake motherly instincts instantly looking at Charlie, but she was still fast asleep, making her furrow her brow "What the hell?" She mumbled sleepily.

Cole: was still tempted to go and check on Charlotte but before he knew it Lili had been pulling him over towards the couch and all thoughts about his daughter had dissipated into thin air and Cole's attention was back onto Lili. "Alright" He complied, pressing his lips against Lili's. Their time for intimacy had severely lessened since having Charlotte and it was hard for them to get time alone, never-mind being too tired to do anything at the end of the night. The couch was small and although it wasn't working, Cole was trying to be conscious of the tables on either end of it that things on it. It was all for nothing though because the second he tried to move down Lili's jawline, his foot at the other end of the couch moved and Cole fell off the couch with an 'oof' landing on his back "The peak of romance"

Lili couldn't even enjoy the feeling of Cole's lips pressing against her neck because he had lost his balance and fallen completely off the couch. Forgetting that there were other people in the house, Lili let out a loud groan and tried to move her hands down to pick him back up. "Where are you?" She hissed, unable to see him and her hand swiped off an empty glass that had been resting on the table that immediately smashed into pieces. "Uh-oh," she stated into the silence. They had now woken the babysitter for /sure/. "Maybe if we stay really still and silent, she won't come check and we can go back to making out. Get up!" She swatted at Cole's hands.

Mads: She tried to fall back asleep, thinking it could've been the wind, or something that'd smashed against a window. Plus, Charlie seemed unaffected, so she laid back down and it wasn't until the sudden thud on the ground that Madelaine had a sudden realization of what it could actually be. She didn't wanna leave Charlotte on the bed without her, so she carefully picked her up and she walked into Lili and Cole's room, placing her on her bassinet very gently before storming downstairs with the anger and passion of a thousand suns. Between the first rustle, the thud and the broken glass, Madealine was 100% sure of what was going on. She flipped the light switch of the living room to find a very drunk Lili fishing for a very drunk Cole, who was on the floor "Motels are so out of trend these days, aren't they?" She said with a laugh. She wanted to be angry, but the sight was just... Too silly, and her best friends were just being.... Themselves, let's be honest.

Cole: was trying really hard to get up so he and Lili could resume with their fun but the situation was too amusing for him to concentrate on anything and he couldn't help but laugh at Lili fishing for him from just above on the couch. He could hear someone walking down the steps and Cole craned his neck through the side table to see what was unmistakably his best friend coming down the steps "Well we just figured, why go to a motel when we have a five star joint right here?" He joked, moving to sit up from where he'd been laying on the floor.

Lili went frozen as soon as the lights came on and she squinted at the bright intrusion. Ow. "Hi Mads," she waved and tried to adjust her shirt. It wasn't as if Cole had gotten the chance to be very handsy with her anyways, but she wanted to look as presentable as possible. The arching of Mads' brows and the way she crossed her arms over her chest made Lili pout. "Mads," she whined. "I just wanted to have sex with my husband! Why can't I have that chance!" Groaning, she placed her hands over her face and tried to fall backwards onto the couch but her depth perception was /way/ off and it only resulted in Lili literally rolling off to land painfully on top of Cole. "This is not what I meant," she spoke, her words muffled by Cole's shirt. "I give up."

Mads: She wanted to be mad. She wanted to be pissed off and tell them that this wasn't a way to come back home, but who was she to say that? This was their home, this was what they asked her to come here for. Running her hand through her hair, the redhead rubbed her eyes with the back of her free hand before walking over to the couch "Well, if you wanted to- Ooh!" She cut herself off when Lili started falling from the couch, trying to run a little bit to catch her but failing miserably, which made her laugh. "You can have all the sex you guys want, but Charlie is upstairs sleeping" She said with a sigh, sitting down beside a squashed down Cole and a very upset Lili, gently rubbing her head and combing through her frazzly blonde hair "Next time, I can take Charlie home and drop her off the next morning, and you guys can break as many chairs and lamps as possible" She added, looking down at the both of them.

Cole: was watching Lili when she spoke, knowing that she could be clumsy on occasion when she'd had too many drinks and although he didn't anticipate her also falling off the couch, he was still grateful she'd fallen onto him and not /really/ hurt herself. "Did it hurt when you feel from heaven?" He asked her with a smirk, watching Madelaine walk over through the corner of his eye. "The universe just hates us having sex, we always get interrupted even in our own home, even though this was definitely our own fault for being drunk" They probably wouldn't have woken anyone up if they'd been quieter and hadn't run into everything on their way to the couch and then subsequently falling off the couch. "Oh well, at least Charlie's still asleep"

Lili "You're dumb," Lili giggled at Cole's pick up line. It was very cheesy but she still appreciated it. "I'm surprised Charlie was made," she mused. Ah. Thinking back on that night..they had been almost as drunk as they were now. Maybe they had to be /alone/ and drunk to actually be able to have sex. Forgetting entirely that their best friend could hear all of this and probably didn't care to or want to, Lili adjusted herself on Cole's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck to cheerily stare at Mads. "Mads, you're so pretty. So pure. So good," she told her brightly. Gosh, they were lucky to have a person like Mads still in their life. As soon as Cole spoke relief that Charlie was still asleep, Lili could hear her cry and she pointed at Mads. "Mommy Mads, go get her! I have to pin Cole down so he'll pay attention to me tonight. Go, go, go!" She waved her arms wildly and practically planked on Cole so he couldn't get up.

Mads: This was so much. It was both endearing and a little gross because well, it was their best friends, but they were married and they'd made her goddaughter, but it was just endearing. Lili got slurry when she got drunk and Cole tried so hard. "You guys need to- Don't worry, I'll get her, and then I'm coming back downstairs and taking both of you upstairs. And then you can have sex, in the bedroom. Where Charlotte and I can't hear you"

Cole: had clearly spoken too soon because the second the words had left his mouth, the baby monitor had lit up and soon Charlottes wails were emanating over the speakers in the living room. Cole groaned, wanting to get up to her but laughing when Lili pinned him down and instructed Madelaine to go and see Charlie. She was right though, he'd definitely have gone up if their friend hadn't been there. Cole watched Madelaine retreat "Thank you, we love you" He called out, turning back to Lili. "Think we should try and make it upstairs ourselves or is it better to actually wait for her?"

Lili "Love you!" She called out to Mads, then turning her head to grin down at Cole. She had pinned down, as a lionness would her mate. Or whatever you call a lion to a lionness. Another lion? Her head was swimming. "You stay right here, mister. I have to wait for..the room to stop spinning and then we can try the stairs and our room. And then I'm having my wicked way with you." Her finger traced his lower lip lovingly and she could hear Madelaine cooing to Charlie, which made her smile.

Mads: The redhead rushed to get the little baby, who was back to wailing, probably when she figured out she was alone in the room. She picked her up and bounced her in her arms, pressing little soft kisses to her head while she hummed a lullaby until she calmed down "Now you and I are gonna go cuddle and sleep downstairs while mommy and daddy practice giving you a little brother or sister" She said with a little chuckle, rocking in place until the baby was back to being calm, and only then did she make her way to the guest bedroom downstairs. She passed the living room with her eyes closed, knowing it was a beeline across just a little bit of it "KEEP YOUR CLOTHES ON, BABY AND FRIEND COMING THROUGH" she said rather loudly, hoping they'd do as she asked, until she put Charlie on her padded bed. "Now, let's get your mommy and daddy up the stairs" She said, kissing Charlotte's head and walking to the living room "You two decent and ready to go up to your room?"

Cole: "Alright" Cole agreed, making himself comfortable where they were on the floor. "Yeah we're ready" He replied back to Madelaine when he was finished and went to move "Lil, time to go" looking down, Cole noticed Lili had fallen asleep, probably worn out from all of the nights activities. "Lili fell asleep so we're just going to crash here, you can go back to bed if you like" He told Madelaine, adding a "thank you!" at the end. Cole pulled one of the couch pillows down from beside them to put under his own head, too tired and intoxicated to bother going back upstairs, he pulled a throw blanket from the couch over them as well and soon he'd fallen asleep too and the house was quiet again.

[s-ultry]

please me - a tom holland fanfic

CHAPTER ONE

A/N: so i decided that i’d move my fanfic from wattpad to tumblr! just to give me a bit of a boost to continue it, i hope you guys enjoy!

chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six

SUMMARY: when the billionaire meets the microbiologist.

sugardaddy!tom

enjoy me writing nonsense lol

cast:

tom holland as himself

ariana grande as belle lorems

scarlett byrne as luna lorems

james phelps as klaus lorems

whoever you want as demitri and madeleine lorems

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There she sat, the only place where she truly felt at home. Although she was at her local university, the library still amazed her no matter what she read. As she indulged into the book of Geographical Mysteries she wondered, she wondered whether one day she could be a person to benefit this world or the ecosystem. Her name, as beautiful as her, Belle.

Belle Lorems, a 19-year-old girl who loved her studies and is a very ambitious female of her generation. Belle's childhood consisted of a drunk father who would abuse her mother who was more than innocent, but her mother didn't treat her that well either. All of the attention would go to her elder siblings, her brother Klaus and her sister Luna. Klaus and Belle had a 5 year age gap while Belle and her sister had 2. Let's just say that Belle wasn't the center of attention, but she was the brightest and the most intelligent of them all.

Belle currently studies at the University of New York, where she aspires to become a microbiologist. Sadly, her mother was hoping for her to become a model just like her sister, or an athlete like her brother. Her father was now completely sober but still frustrated whenever Belle was around. It was as though she was the black sheep of the family.

Whenever she used to get the top grade in her whole class, her parents say its good. She's not allowed to spend any money as they are already fed up with her wanting new clothes, mind her, she only had minimal. She was forbidden to drive a car and is obliged to take the bus back home. Which she didn't mind of course, as it was a journey for her.

Speaking of home, Belle returned her book to where it belonged and headed out to go back home. During her 10 minute walk, she encountered a cute little café where she decided to get a cooling beverage. She walked up ordering an iced coffee with an extra shot of espresso in which she savored once she held the drink in her hand.

Belle was indeed owning up to her name, she was a curvy average sized girl who had luxurious long brown hair and a pleasing facial structure. That's what people told her, but she never approved of it.

Unlocking the door to her home announcing her arrival she wasn't surprised when she heard no ones reply. The brunette made her way to the kitchen where she saw her mom baking some sort of cake that smelled delicious.

"What you baking there, Mom?" Belle questioned her mother as she placed her books on the kitchen counter.

"Red velvet cake with a sprinkle of cinnamon. Would you like to try some?" Her mother, Madelaine replied handing a piece of cake to her daughter. Belle was in bewilderment as to how nice her mother was acting.

She moaned in pleasure as the cake melted in her mouth, she glanced at her mother giving her a thumbs up. "Now, I need you to change immediately because a guest is arriving soon. They will have dinner with the whole family since he's your father's boss. Don't act weird, don't talk weird, just don't be yourself. Understand." Belle's mother scolded her as her daughter obeyed her commands grabbing her books and running upstairs.

Belle quickly jumped into the shower, lathering her hair in soap as well as her body. Minutes after her quick but relaxing shower she began her makeup routine, applying winged liner that wasn't as bold as her sisters and pairing it with a bold red lip. She then grabbed her hair dryer contemplating whether to straighten her hair or to curl it, in the end, she confirmed that she would curl her ends leaving a more natural look.

"Jamming out to music isn't what we want our guest to hear, huh?" Her sister Luna walked in wearing her silver silk robe. Belle lightly smiled as she lowered her music down, hoping for the awkward silence to disappear.

"So listen, apparently the guest that dad's bringing over is his boss, right?" The dirty blonde asked her sister in which she nodded. "So, I did a bit of research and figured out that the guest he's bringing is billionaire playboy Mr. Tom Holland!" Her sister squealed whilst her sister stared at her in confusion.

"Come on Bellatrix! You don't even know who The Tom Holland is?"

"Nope never heard of him, to busy studying!" Belle chuckled as she walked into her closet, her sister followed with her phone glued to her face searching the playboy on the internet.

"Him!" Luna pointed at her phone slightly shaking, Belle grabbed her phone and scrolled through the pictures that loaded. He looked demanding, controlling, dominant. She saw him walking out of luxurious stores with girls screaming for him.

"Well, have him all you want!" Belle chose a baggy loose dress to where in which her sister snatched away from her grasp. "You're not wearing that in front of him, I'll give you a dress," her sister ran into her room and came back with a tight-fitting, off shoulder black dress. The Lorems weren't stupid rich, but they did have enough to buy expensive items.

"No, Luna I'm not wearing that!" Belle argued in her baby pink robe as she rummaged her closet to find a dress, but since she didn't have anything she grabbed the dress from her sister's hand and slammed the bathroom door. The brunette then stared in the mirror, looking around her whole body insecurely. She would never wear anything like what she was wearing right now, she paired it with her necklace that she wore every day, it was a snakehead with jewels. Belle decided that today was the day for her kitten heels that she got from a relative a while back.

She left the bathroom to wear the pair of black shoes when she heard commotion downstairs, she cursed to herself as she heard them walk into the dining room. Belle looked at herself one more time reciting her pep talk to herself whilst walking downstairs.

"Breathe, Belle, breathe," she calmed herself down while knocking on the dining room's door.

"Finally, she decided to arrive!" Her mother exclaimed opening the grand door revealing the room of her family and a mysterious man. He stood up expecting a welcome, but as shy as she became she sat opposite of him.

"Bellatrix, darling. Would you get the dinner for us?" Her father demanded her, not expecting no for an answer in which she promptly stood up walking to the kitchen. "I'd love to help her Demitri," she heard their guest say trying to stand up.

"Nonsense! She'll get it herself," her father smiled drinking his glass of wine.

Belle then returned with two dishes juggling in her hands, but as one was about to fall Mr. Holland had caught it looking up into her brown globes, her breath hitched as she glanced at his dark, controlling ones.

"Belle take the dish from Mr. Holland! Now!" Her mother scolded her daughter leading Belle to gently place one dish on the table and taking the other from the billionaire's hand. The five-foot teenager quickly ran to her seat looking down in shame. She never liked how her parents controlled her, but she couldn't talk back as its disrespectful towards them.

Throughout dinner she kept quiet, making sure not to embarrass her family. But, she did want to enjoy the dinner with her food. "So, Klaus. What's your job?" The sharp man looked over to her brother. "Oh, I play for this football team as the attacker!" Klaus briefly explained to his guest.

"What about you, Luna?" Mr. Holland also asked the second oldest of the Lorems.

"Well, I study at a beauty college because I want to be a model!" Luna described to the man trying to act seductive as possible in order to get his number. Her mother stared both children with pride and excitement, but once it was Belle's turn she rolled her eyes.

"Lastly, what do you study Bellatrix?" He asked with a smirk plastered along his lips once he saw her blush intensifying as he kept staring at her.

"It's Belle," she whispered as her shyness was taking over.

"What?" Mr. Holland stared straight into her eyes knowing he was playing games with her, but Belle sat there trying to maintain her composure.

"Um, uh, it's Belle. And, um uh oh yeah, wait," The brunette started stuttering forgetting everything as her mind started going blank.

"It's okay darling, you don't need to be shy in front of me," his deep British accent seeped through as he was drinking his wine, never breaking eye contact.

Belle coughed, she felt weird feelings after he had said that. "I am a sophomore studying to be a microbiologist," she announced speaking loud and clear.  She then continued munching on her vegetables.

"That's quite hard. Do you enjoy it?"

"Yes, I find the topic very fascinating and requires more concentration and intelligence. In which I think I have," Belle replied looking down at her hands that were hidden under the table.

"I would've expected Bellatrix to end up as a librarian in one of those adult films," her brother laughed while the others chuckled at her except Mr. Holland. He glanced at her to see tears forming in her eyes, he felt angry. He felt hurt, mad, and wanted to punch every single one of them for hurting such a precious rose like that.

"May I be excused?" Belle asked her mother in which she obliged, the brunette ushered towards the bathroom locking herself in and looking at herself. Belle saw tears forming in her eyes, but she didn't want them to spill as she spilled enough. She glanced in the mirror and she saw someone pathetic, someone who didn't deserve anything like this hurt and abuse. Belle only hoped for a miracle.

The teenager then heard footsteps coming to the door, she held her breathe hoping it wasn't one of her family members. Then, her thoughts of panic were interrupted by a few knocks on the door.

"Belle, may I enter?" She heard the Britt question her from the other side of the door. Belle fixed herself up, but her puffy eyes were evident. She then unlocked the door to find a concerned young man looking all over her face, almost checking if she didn't hurt herself.

"Sorry I took so long Mr. Holland, forgive me," the youngest Lorems looked down fiddling with her fingers. The cunning businessman then took her hands into his own, making her gaze up at his own brown globes.

He gently pushed her back inside the bathroom locking it behind him. Mr. Holland then glanced down at her, he delicately grabbed her waist lifting her up on the countertop of the marvellous bathroom. Stood in between her legs his fingers rubbed her hands as she was trying her hardest not to let the tears fall, not again.

"Tell me everything, love," he begged her, knowing a man like him would never beg for anything.

"This has been happening since I was around 5 years old, my parents and my siblings basically bullying me for every step, every breath, every action I am being targeted. I can't defend myself because I hate the thought of talking back to someone older than me, it's disrespectful and rude. Especially when they talk about my career choice, my parents wanted me to be famous and have flashing cameras everywhere," Belle vented not daring to examine the man's facial expression.

"I-I tried to hide in my university, but I have to come home to cook and clean for them. I just have to live with it," she huffed fiddling with her fingers.

He then cupped her cheek, making her look at him. Belle's eyes closed gently as the heat of his hand introduced itself to her tear-stained cheek, leaning into it.

"You've been a very good girl, obeying everyone's command. I like that, and Belle you're the Cinderella in your own fairy tale. Hopefully, you will meet your prince soon," he sincerely smiled at the girl in front of him. Belle then pulled him into a hug, holding him tight hoping he'd never leave and inhaling his strong cologne that relaxed her immediately.

They both let go of the hug and Belle jumped down from the countertop, she turned around and gazed at the mirror, not noticing Mr. Holland's hands around her waist as he hugged her from behind.

"Look at yourself, Belle. You're stunning, beautiful, intelligent, and perfect. What more would a man want, what more would anyone want? Forget what they said, now it's time to focus on you now." He scanned her in the mirror, from head to toe she was flawless in his eyes.

In his eyes, she was indeed perfect, exactly who he imagined he would be with. Shy, intelligent, submissive.

But he wondered, what would it be like to have her all. Hold onto her, spoil her. In the end, all he ever wanted was a baby girl.

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hope you enjoyed that chapter!

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