#and then obviously we slept bc it was fucking late as shit and i was ✨️ tired ✨️

[nobodybetterlookatme]

Okay time for me to 🥰 in the tags real quick lmao

[imightgetbetter]

since we're all getting relationship therapy from you tonight mother, i have a story to share. I don't need help I just feel like telling yall bc life doesn't feel real rn

so basically I was out clubbing at a gay bar and there was a fit girl dancing and the alcohol was obviously free flowing through my veins at this point because after kinda both staring at eachother for a bit I just walked up to her and was like "hi you are really fit and I would like to makeout with you" obviously I was slightly more subtle than that- I was drunk not a man.

anyway to cut a long story short we ended up going home to hers and having (what I thought was) VERY good sex. anyway I'm leaving in the morning and I see a photo on her desk and I'm a nosy mf so I look and I'm like "oh my old best friend is in this pic" in my head and she sees me looking and casually mentions that that's her ex and she needs to bin that pic.

okay now you might be thinking- pfft that's not that awk bc you're not even friends anymore and tbh awkward isn't the word I would describe this situation as, I would say it was deeply gratifying. me and my ex best friend are no longer friends bc she cheated on her gf with another one of her exes and got pissed when I told her gf. a gf that I had never met or seen a pic of may I add... you may see where this is going.

yes ladies and gents, I slept with the same girl that was once the girlfriend I told about her cheating. I told her through text, so I never knew what she looked like and she has a pretty basic name, so it's not like I would've connected the dots.

anyway I couldn't NOT tell her, not for some dramatic reason just because I'm a massive blabbermouth and (luckily) she started immediately laughing and suddenly we were both like cry laughing in her front room at 7am.

anyway we were both very happy at the accidental fuck you we had done to our mutual ex friend/gf and then I left and we haven't spoken since!

anyway I don't need advice or anything bc I feel like this situation has kinda wrapped itself up very nicely but I just wanted to share with someone bc I lost all my close friends when I lost the shit cheater friend so rn all my "friends" are blogs on tumblr.com

that's my story anyway, sorry if this is wayyy to long and an overshare but too late now!!!

this story was a whirlwind from start to finish and to be honest i’m such a petty person i probably would’ve told the story to the ex friend just to be like oh! look who i ran into :)

[1kook]

dreamy

—pjm x (f) reader

summary; You try to not let it get to you, but Jimin is so cool and you want him to be your boyfriend so bad. warnings; ANGST lol, fwb, reader is very :(( rating; mature (18+) bc tiny smut lol  misc; small smut scene, a happy ending <3 wc; 2.5k

notes; i have to post on #JIMIN’s bday or else i cannot live with myself anyway here’s me trying to fit an entire novella plot line in less than 5k words clap for me except maybe don't bc its not proofread anyway hbd jimin <3

Jimin is a nice guy, but you doubt he’d make a nice boyfriend. He fucks you hard and fast, just as you like, but hardly goes out of his way to sprinkle in any other requests. He’s got a one track mind, doesn’t dwell too long on what you say or how you’re feeling. Doesn’t matter because he’s just supposed to be a fuck buddy, the hot guy you met at a party, so you don’t let it phase you. But, well. Jimin is dreamy.

Sometimes he holds your hand while he eats you out and it sends your thoughts into a frenzy, makes your heart pound a little too fast to brush it off as just arousal. He’s got this gorgeous smile, plush lips framing pearly teeth, and when he flashes it your way, it makes your knees weak. Tells you you’re pretty when he picks you up from class, always holds your hand on the way to his place for your routine fuck. Cute and nice like an angel, but just like an angel, he hardly gives a shit about anyone’s feelings but his own.

He laughs when you ask him to hang out that weekend.

“What, like a date?” he snorts, bare chest glistening from his post-fuck exertion. You're pressed against his side now, circling his pretty brown nipple with your finger. “That’s corny.”

You try to not let it get to you, but Jimin is so cool and you want him to be your boyfriend so bad. “Yeah, silly right,” you murmur, ear pressed to his heart. It’s calming and soothing, a slow thrum that contrasts with your own racing heart.

He’s not one for dates or for romantic things like that. But neither is he some player, a cheater, a two-timer. You can count the number of times he’s slept with someone who wasn’t you in your weird fuck buddy relationship, and all four of those had been when you first started sleeping together and only when you had been out of town. You’re no saint either, so you try to understand. He was just horny, liked getting his dick wet, and sometimes he couldn’t wait for you. Understandable, you tell yourself, but your heart hurts a little bit when he begins snoring without really answering your question.

See the thing is, you really like Jimin. It’s been a little over a year now since you’ve met, so you’ve had plenty of time to learn all about him. He doesn’t like pancakes for breakfast, prefers them for lunch actually, and laughs when you tell him that’s weird. He’s got this really dorky laugh, something between a bell and a whistle— it depends on the situation. Sometimes, Jimin likes when you play with his hair, and other times he doesn’t. He’s a sweet boy, you know he is, so why won’t he settle down?

You hate to attribute it to some past trauma, some “my girlfriend broke my heart when I was seventeen” mess, but the more time that passes you begin to believe it’s true. Jimin was a tough nut to crack, and the longer this drags on, the longer he ignores your feelings, you begin to doubt you will ever see them fulfilled.

Maybe you should end this now before it’s too late.

You don’t stay for breakfast the next morning, simply kiss him goodbye at the door like always. He’s older than you, about two years, so he doesn’t go to school anymore, just chills at home all weekend. “I’ll see you soon?” he grins, low-lidded eyes tracking the movement of your mouth as you bid him adieu. You never give him a solid response, figure a guy like Jimin will forget about you soon enough.

Then, suddenly, it’s been two weeks and he doesn’t reach out. Yeah it hurts, but it’s better than having confessed to him and losing him all at once. You’d rather this ending than the one where he terribly rejects you, breaks your heart into a million pieces, and throws you away. Still, it hurts.

Jimin was so cool. He was smart and confident, had a snappy sort of attitude that he liked to use now and then. He could be mean in bed, lick your cunt until you cried and call you a stupid girl when he wanted to. But that same tongue had snapped at a guy who was trying to pressure you into bed with him at a party. That first night you met, where you had sillily followed him home after his dashing intervention, you had thought it would be nothing more. Just a fling, just a fuck.

But then he was in your bed and in your head, twinkling eyes and cocky grin trailing after you everyday. He was so pretty and so suave, made you feel good even when he was being mean. But you suppose most cocky men like Jimin are like that. They know they don’t disappoint, even when they’re not really trying.

Jimin doesn’t call or text. You don’t see his car pull up outside your campus anymore. He’s gone and that’s that. You cry a little (see: a lot) and pretend you’re over him. You definitely don’t think about his soft laughter or his hands on your chest. Nope.

So that ends.

Or so you think.

Your friends say you’re mopey and sad, too down for someone who wasn’t even your boyfriend. It’s true, which sucks, but they honor your admittance by taking you out to a bar that night. It’s supposed to be chill and relaxing, just some drinks with the girls to soothe your aching heart. But the name of the bar reminds you of something, of someone you can’t reach anymore, and you don’t even know why. You’ve never been here before, never even knew this place existed. But everything about it brings you back to Jimin, like you’re in his space now, and you’re unsure why.

It reminds you of his laugh, his smile, to the point you swear you can hear it, right beside you, down the bar, to your left—

He waves.

There’s this look he used to give you every time he picked you up from your last class, this mix between adoration and lust that made your skin tingle with excitement. It’s not there now, in fact, it’s replaced with the complete opposite. It’s, like, the meanest look he can muster, something akin to a scowl. He smiles, but it’s so plastic-y and fake, it makes your head hurt. He’s so obviously unimpressed with you, probably because you ghosted him before he could ghost you. Maybe his pride is hurt and looking at you grosses him out. Maybe he just hates you.

Either way, eleven pm rolls around and you’re crying in the bathroom. Your friends are out on the floor having fun and singing karaoke. They think you’ve gone inside because you got your period, because that’s what you’ve told them. You don’t know how to explain that your ex who isn’t really your ex is out there looking at you like you’re a piece of gum stuck under his shoe. They’ve never even met Jimin. Why? Because he wasn’t your boyfriend. Who meets their friend’s fuck buddy? No one.

You sniffle, press a balled up tissue against your eyes in a feeble attempt to save your makeup. The bar isn’t that small, but neither is it huge. There’s only a few bathrooms in the back, and you’ve been hogging one of them for some time now. Someone knocks on the door, and you don’t even get the chance to ward them off before the crappy knob jingles and the door bursts open.

“Come on,” he grumbles, “you’re not the only one who’s gotta piss—“

He pauses, meets your eye through the mirror in surprise. “I’m sorry,” you blubber, hurriedly washing your hands in an effort to avoid his gaze. Jimin lingers at the door, which has long since fallen shut, and watches you with the eyes of a hawk. Your hands tremble and shake, fumble over the towel dispenser three times before you’re hastily making your escape. “Sorry,” you mutter again, head downcast as you move around him for the door.

Just as it cracks open, the music from outside filtering in, he slams it shut with a flat palm. You flinch, close in on yourself as he steps behind you. “What’re you doing here, doll?” he murmurs, deep yet careful. Tentative. “You don’t like bars.”

You know you don’t like bars. You didn’t know he knew that. “I’m with some friends,” you explain, jump when a hand touches your shoulder. “I— I’ll leave soon.”

A second attempt for the door is thwarted by Jimin. “Don’t,” he startles, breath heavy against your ear. “Don’t leave again…” he sighs, forehead against your shoulder. And then, quietly, “why did you leave me?”

Your heart syncs up with the music outside, thunders in your ears as you purse your lips. You don’t want to talk about it now, don’t want to confess to these emotions that drown you. Especially not when he’ll never understand nor will he ever care. It’s best to leave it as is, you convince yourself, slowly shrugging him off.

“We don’t want the same things,” you reply, eyes burning with the need to cry like a baby. But it’ll weaken your argument, make you look like the sentimental girl you know he won’t like. “It wouldn’t work anyway.”

The hand on your shoulder jerks you around, makes a gasp catch in your throat when he crowds you against the door. He’s got that same glare on from before, the one he had sent you across the bar earlier, and it makes your lower lip tremble when it’s this close. “You never asked me what I wanted,” he hisses.

It is then that you realize it isn't anger or disgust, but frustration that paints his features. It’s pure, unadulterated confusion and distress on his pretty face, furrowed brows and narrowed eyes pointed your way. You don’t know what it means, don’t know what he wants. “I,” you choke, weakly covering your face with your hand before he can see you crumble. “I just wanted you.”

Jimin deflates, steps closer until his body is pressed against yours, hands on your shoulders. “And you have me, doll,” he murmurs, bumps his nose against yours. “Always have.”

You shake your head, choke on a sob that bubbles up your throat. “No, not like that,” you stress, losing yourself in the emotions you spent so much time bottling up. “I wanted more.”

Jimin shushes you, guides your head into the crook of his neck where you paint his skin in dark mascara tears. “Is this about the date?” he sighs, patting your head gently.

“It’s more than just the date,” you cry, fists curling into the material of his shirt until it rumples beyond repair. He doesn’t understand.

Jimin nods, let’s you cry and sob until you’re feeling better and someone else is pounding at the door, yelling at you two to get a proper room. You don’t want a room, you only want his heart. 

He takes you home again, helps you out of your shoes at the door because you’re still sensitive and quiver like a leaf when you walk. His bedroom is familiar, smells like him and his detergent. You miss it so much, want to savor it once more. Something in your gut says this is the last time, this is just Jimin getting one last fuck out of you before he really abandons you.

So you cry when he sits down on the edge of the bed. He hasn’t even said anything, hasn’t even taken his socks off yet, but you’re already a mess.

And of course he’s there to catch you, tugs you between his legs to look up at you as if you’ve hung the stars in the sky. “Don’t cry,” he whispers, reaching up to brush away your tears. But it’s not your fault that he looks like that right before he’s going to break your heart.

He’s so cool, even when you’re falling apart in his hands. “You don’t want me,” you sniffle, let him guide you onto his lap. “You just want to fuck and that’s it.”

Jimin leans his forehead against yours, warm breath washing over your skin. “I never said that,” he murmurs. “We’ve been over this.”

You huff. “Well you never said you did either,” you snap, rubbing at your eyes.

You cry and cry some more, until your sobs subside and you’re left with the hiccups afterwards. Jimin maneuvers you beside him, lets your hair spill across the sheets as he lays you down. They smell just like him, make your head spin when he kisses your cheek softly. “I want you,” he confesses. “I want this.”

You shake your head vehemently. “No, you don’t,” you sniff, but you’re not so sure. It’s what you’ve been telling yourself for the longest. Hearing him say otherwise sounds weird, even if he’s saying what you want to hear. “You don’t.”

Jimin catches your hand in his, pins it to the mattress. “I want you to be mine,” he adds, swallows your cries of denial with his lips. He kisses softly, and for the first time, it feels like he’s paying attention to you. Not your body or your lust, but your heart. “Had me feeling like shit when you didn’t come back. Like I lost something big.”

You still cry when he kisses down your neck, over your chest. His hands pull your clothes off, carefully like you’re a present for him to unwrap. Those plush lips you love so much drown you in kisses, over your tummy and your mound, until they’re buried between your cunt. “You’re mine,” he husks out, hand entwined with yours.

His eyes are dark from down there, long lashes blinking up at you as he dips his tongue in the places you crave him most. It brings you to a shuddering end, has you whimpering his name into the empty air until your toes are curling and you’re coming against his mouth. Jimin has never shied away from you, and doesn’t know, sits up with a hazy look in his eyes as he wipes his face with the back of his hand.

Jimin wastes no time undressing, pushes off that sexy jacket until his lithe body is coming into view, thick thighs and lean abdomen. He slides right into you, holds your knees to your chest as he fucks you like never before. It’s slow and sensual, makes you shiver when he says your name in that low register of his. “Don’t leave again,” he whimpers, cock throbbing between your walls. He’s desperate today, ruts like you’ll slip right between his fingertips. It’s funny because you're the same way, clinging onto his shoulders until you’re practically glued together.

You come and so does Jimin. He pants against your ear, feels so warm and heavy on top of you. He doesn’t say much more that night, just plays with your hair. But he asks you on a date, mentions something about a carnival. “Yes,” you respond right away, because, well.

Jimin was dreamy. Maybe he’d be a good boyfriend.

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[in-tua-deep]

Ok I totally want to hear more about this survivors au/Delores is real! How do the siblings handle having this different version of Five? Five may be better adjusted but he still has to heard his family around like a bunch of stray cats. What happens when Hazel and Cha Cha show up? How do they find out that Vanya causes the apocalypse and how does Five handle that revelation?!

here is the thing, i think the survivors au has the potential to be HILARIOUS

no one knows how to handle a well-adjusted five, and this absolutely includes the commission

So you mentioned Hazel and Cha-Cha?? Five in this au was not nearly as absolutely feral as he is in the show bc he knows how to interact with people - he was raised by a competent adult and a weird best friend and they occasionally saw other survivors as well

please picture old Five hanging around the water cooler and chatting with Hazel

the other funny thing is that Five is competent passing - he is well adjusted emotionally but functionally?? Hazel is out there complaining about dental being cut and office parties and budgets and Five is there sipping his drink having never filed taxes in his life. Five doesn't know what the fuck a dental plan is, he was a child soldier and then lived in an apocalypse.

So please picture for me Hazel being like "okay I know corporate wants us to keep what we're being paid to ourselves but fuck that, workers unite, what do you get paid as a legend old timer?"

and five is like "you're getting paid? i get to not get tossed back into the apocalypse, I think"

"but what about expense forms? what about medical care?"

"I'm like 80% sure i'm being experimented on, actually." Five says nonchalantly, "Don't get me wrong, my idea of medical care is fucked by being a child soldier but I'm pretty sure regular people don't have electrodes attached to their heads every time they get a checkup. Could be wrong though! My ex-dad used to monitor my brainwaves while I slept so like, my idea of appropriate shit is fucked, you know?"

This is a Five who was raised by Rick, he is polite to his coworkers. If Dot asked him if he wanted to grab lunch, Five would have gone and grabbed lunch with her or politely said that he couldn't.

Cha Cha only ever talks to Five when she wants to talk shop, so they've had a couple of conversations about weapons but not much else tbh, Hazel just tends to be more personable

So when they're sent after Five, Hazel is much more hesitant to kill who he perceives as a "work friend" and also is definitely thinking about all the times Five casually revealed a way the commission was being highkey shady about him, such as the potential experimentation, no pay, working under duress etc. He's much more easily turned against the commission because he's even more primed to say "fuck the commission" than he is in canon

Hazel out here like "how did Five break his contract when Five wasn't even being paid? I kind of want to read it."

Hazel out here like "I would unionize if I didn't think the commission was anti-union enough to send literal assassins after me if I suggested it :/"

meanwhile with the siblings

Five just. talks over them a lot and makes so much sense that it's actually really hard to argue with him, and he's weirdly considerate of his family's obligations

Like Diego is like "i have to go see Patch" then Five is like "that's great I'm proud of you buddy, it would actually be really handy to have some law enforcement read into the situation if you think she's up to the task. that goes for everyone by the way! If y'all have people you trust, more bodies would be super helpful I think"

the entire family, collectively, who have like zero trusted social links: uhhhhhhhh

Diego, with this weird permission, probably?? Does? Awkwardly attempt to read Patch into the situation? Patch is, obviously, like "what the fuck, Diego" but probably goes with him to the mansion (????????) because she's concerned and then meets his fucking whacko family with their superpowers and suddenly everything is 100% more realistic

Five is just like "yes hello I'm aware I look like a child, i'm actually in my late 50s or early 60s (apocalypse time amiright) because of time travel stuff. Yes I am Five Hargreeves who went missing in like 2002 or whatever. anyway it's lovely to meet you, i'm so glad diego has someone he trusts, and considering my sibling's shifty looks when i told them to invite anyone they trusted this genuinely makes me concerned that Diego is the most socially well-adjusted of them."

"That cannot be possible." Patch says, like someone who has met Diego Hargreeves.

"You haven't met the rest." Five says sympathetically, "In our defense we were raised in isolation as child soldiers."

"That... explains so much." Is all Patch can say to that, "But you seem..."

"I'm adopted." Five waves away.

"We're ALL adopted." Diego grits out, very aggrieved by this and also not sure if he likes the fact that Patch seems friendly with Five, or at least is listening to him?

"I'm double adopted."

However! With the recruitment of Patch, herding Diego becomes like 90% easier.

Honestly the worst to herd are probably Luther and Allison? Luther because he's Number One and resents Five taking charge and also resents Five's casual dismissal of Reginald and also suspects that Five (or at least the commission) has something to do with Reginald's death?

Allison because she is torn between following Luther and helping him and helping Five but also calling Patrick and Claire at every possible moment while ALSO trying to repair her relationship with Vanya. She's flighty - she'd bail on a Five-apocalypse-assignment if Vanya mentioned being hungry or if Luther called or anything like that

Vanya likes to be included and, if asked, would probably drop as many current obligations as she can. Like she would probably cancel her teaching if Five genuinely and sincerely asked her for her help, which he does because he's 100% sure Dolores would manifest in front of him and smack him if he dared even imply someone without powers wouldn't be helpful

Vanya is like "I'm not sure if i'll be helpful - I don't have powers ):" and Patch is like "wtf are you talking about - my superpowers are Gun, Backup, and Reading Comprehension and i am like the most useful member of this team right now"

Vanya gets a confidence boost just from hanging out with Patch honestly, I think they should be friends

Klaus is thrilled to be included are you kidding?? He says he does it for money but he's just happy to be there and also as one of the most emotionally intelligent siblings he is mildly concerned about the fact that Five looks like he's about to cry and also emotes

Five also gives Klaus positive reinforcement, hugs, and Five absolutely weaponizes the I'm not mad, but I believe that you can do better and I'm going to give you more chances because I love you and fully believe that next time you'll be amazing way that Rick used on him.

I feel like Five ends up saying something along the lines of "I understand that x is really important, and we're definitely going to look into it. Is it something that needs to be addressed right now, or is it something that can wait until after April 1st? If it can wait, I can write it down here on this list so we don't forget. If it can't wait then we can figure out a time to address it and help you" a lot

Like Grace malfunctioning and potentially killing Reginald?

"We don't have to make this decision right now." Five says patiently, "Because Grace is a robot, we have some options. Living with a robot who is potentially malfunctioning and homicidal is dangerous, but Luther saying that means admitting that Reginald might have made a mistake or error with Grace's programming or upkeep. I haven't been here for a long time, but I remember Reginald being very precise. Regardless, this isn't a choice between permanently shutting her off or not. We can shut her down temporarily until we can fully address the issue. We can ask and see if there is a 'system reboot' option or some sort of system check that Grace can undergo. We can try find and hire an expert to take a look at her programming to find the issue."

Five gives this speech while like, organizing the weaponry in the house on a table very nonchalantly

Five out here making buzzer noises at his siblings arguments like "yeah no that's a false dichotomy and a strawman's argument, want to try again?"

(Look apocalypse nights were long and they had games that were literally about arguing pointless shit like ranking types of chairs or the best way to break out of a prison without powers and things could get heated)

"Who died and made you boss?" Luther demands.

"Uh, the world? Were you not listening?" Five asks, looking very purposefully confused.

It gets even MORE delightful when Five reads Rick into the situation because a) he promised and b) his siblings really have like, no connections jeeze

Rick fully believes that this is his son from the future, like Five introduced himself, but Five skipped out on a few key details. Such as being adopted.

So Rick spends a solid chunk of time just staring at Five, who looks basically nothing like him, trying to think like, who is his mother ???? if we save the world will Five stop existing? why would I name my child 'Five'? Does everyone have powers in the future? was there like... a radioactive apocalypse? would radiation give future humans superpowers? when did my life turn into a comic book? am i even allowed to ask these questions? will knowledge of the future fuck things up?

and then when Five comes back and is like "what is up everyone this is my dad Rick who will be joining us, he doesn't have any memories of me thanks to time travel but if anyone is mean to him i WILL kneecap them"

"Your DAD?"

Five does kidney punch Klaus for saying that Rick is a DILF but otherwise everyone just is like, warily looking at this Normal Dad Man in confusion because?? This is the dude who raised Five, who they watched take out like an entire commission team by himself yesterday? He looks so. Normal.

Rick is very confused and like, wonders if he's supposed to be the team mascot? But Five keeps involving him and asking his opinion and in return Rick enforces snack breaks and makes everyone sandwiches and has gentle talks with everyone

Every time Five notices someone about to blow he just lovingly makes sure that that person is alone in a room with Rick

Luther ends up crying on the sofa with Rick gently patting his back as Rick calmly states that Luther seems like he's put a lot of time and effort into his family and making his father proud and that since Reginald isn't here to say it, Rick will have to be the one to say that he's proud and that they've been dropped into a difficult and stressful situation - so soon after Reginald's death when they're still grieving! - and he's doing so well

Luther, experiencing unconditional positive paternal regard for the first time in his life: i don't know why i'm crying so much

honestly this is just a comedy of juggling the gang, having impromptu therapy sessions and discussions, investigating the apocalypse and the eye, leonard trying to meet vanya continuously and failing because she's constantly surrounding by family or rick/patch, the commission trying their best to bust up the dream team/isolate Vanya/kill or remove Five, while Hazel lives out his romcom dreams with Agnes and also says "fuck the commission"

[the-hopeless-haze]

Oh, My Precious Whore

A/N: didn’t really think I’d ever be posting fic on here again… but I am tired and need a distraction so… have this as a treat

Pairing: Claire Underwood x f!reader, implied Duncan Shepherd x f!reader

CW: derogatory pet names, implied smut (will not occur in full until the next part)

Description: idk this is just pure filth bc there’s a severe lack of f!reader fic and… Robin Wright is hot af. Also had to throw in some Duncan in there bc I love Cody Fern

Maybe you should feel worse right now about what you’re doing, but you don’t.

You, at the very least, should feel scared. The Underwoods, or well, Underwood... she was a powerful woman and if you stepped a millimeter out of place your life was likely in danger. Or so they said. Your in-laws were wary of her, you know, but she was wary of them, too. You think. She’s a difficult woman to read.

The rumors concerning the crimes her late husband supposedly committed are lengthy and convoluted, but you suspect they hold some truth to them. Most rumors usually aren’t based totally in fiction. Her husband was truly a ruthless motherfucker. Claire... Claire doesn’t seem to be ruthless. Nor does she seem to be what you would describe as a motherfucker.

No, she’s a cold hearted bitch. A bitter, sociopathic cunt.

But you never wanted what was good for you.

Sometimes, you swear you love Duncan and you wish it was easier to convince yourself. He a good husband, all things considered. Perhaps a little too focused on work, but... he treats you well to make up for it. He is loyal to a fault, if anyone ever was. You met him through a friend, and though it makes you feel guilty you used him in a vain attempt to get closer to Annette.

But Annette didn’t swing your way, as she told you in not so many words. Or, rather, she said, “Just be a good pet and marry my son. You on his arm will do well for everyone all around. Your dalliances on the side are no one’s business as long as you keep them secret enough that not even Duncan finds out.”

So you agreed, and accepted his proposal you figured she no doubt hounded him into. It’s not so much that you don’t like men, you do, and Duncan is such an attractive man, and he’s a thorough lover... it’s just you suppose you have a preference for women. Older women. You used to joke in high school that you wanted to be a high-end escort for rich older women getting away from their CEO husbands for the weekend.

But your parents would have never approved of that plan. So you went to law school instead. Which was fine. You make decent money without Duncan, but with him you’re somewhat of a young, hot power couple. You’re not really interested in policy the way his family is - you just like ingratiating yourself amongst these people with influence. You get off on brushing shoulders with the powerful. Parties don’t mean much to you. Everyone is truly an evil son of a bitch, no matter what they say when the cameras are on. No one cares about progress, not unless it’s self-serving.

The first time you met Claire, you thought you might die. She barely gave Duncan a second glance but you? She stood and chatted with you about your latest case your firm had taken - how she knew about it among all the other things on her mind, you don’t know - but it was a pleasant conversation, all things considered. You know her and Annette used to be close. You wonder how much Claire does know about you.

You know you can’t trust her. At all.

But after that incident, Duncan grinned and shook his head. “Wouldn’t want to give credence to those rumors. She might have it out for you.”

“Rumors?” You asked, panicking already. Did he know?

“That Claire is a lesbian. It’s been floating around some circles, that that’s why she wasn’t truly upset at her husband’s death, that that’s why she’s pushing so hard for female rights. It’s interesting. It is the first time I met her, but having done so it wouldn’t entirely surprise me.”

You can tell. That woman probably isn’t a lesbian, or if she is, she’s very good at utilizing her charm to make it seem as though she’s not. If anything, you’d peg her as asexual. She uses sex as a weapon. Fair enough. You’ve seen even weaker women feel the need to use it.

You wonder if she’s ever had sex purely for herself and not for manipulation purposes.

You wonder if she could even do that. You reckon you don’t really care if you found out the hard way.

It’s a few weeks later that you receive a message stating the President required your audience. And you know you should tell Annette, or Duncan at the very least, but you don’t. You know you shouldn’t show up at all. But Annette said to keep your dalliances secret. So secret they will stay.

“How loyal are you to the Shepherds?” Claire asks when you arrive. Straight to the point. Good.

“As loyal as I have to appear,” you tell her.

Claire smiles a little. “Why did you marry Duncan? He doesn’t seem quite your type.”

“And what do you presume my type is?”

“Perhaps more feminine. Older.”

“Mm. And what is your type, Ms President?”

“Why did you marry him? Did Annette threaten to out you?” she repeats.

“Not in so many words,” you say.

“Hmm. Interesting. He has no idea, I presume?”

“Why did you call me here?” you ask, your anxiety getting the better of you.

“I need information on the Shepherds. And I believe I have something you’d want in return.”

Your head starts spinning, but no, spinning is an understatement. It’s fucking doing somersaults. You cannot believe what she’s proposing.

“You want to prostitute yourself to me for information?”

And Claire does the last thing you ever expected the bitch to do. She walks across the room and slaps you across the face. Hard enough to sting, but not as hard as you bet she could. You feel the cold metal of her wedding ring press against your cheek as she grabs your chin, her cold blue eyes piercing through to your soul. “Don’t you dare fucking accuse the president of the United States of debasement, and don’t ever assume you have the upper hand.”

“Claire—“

“Are we on first name basis, slut?” she asks, her hand slithering down to your throat. Holy shit, you think. This bitch might actually fucking kill me. You think you’d care more if this wasn’t possibly the hottest thing that ever happened to you. “I didn’t think so. Now. What are your loyalties? Who are you closest to?”

“Duncan, obviously. Annette lets her guard down around me because she likes that I think she’s hot, but she still doesn’t like me. Bill and I don’t get along.”

“Interesting. How much does Duncan know?”

“I know more than Duncan.”

“Really, now? Are you just saying that? Because if you don’t prove to be useful...”

“What? You’ll kill me?”

Claire laughs. “No, you’re much more fun to me alive. But tell me… do you know where Duncan came from?”

“I mean, I truly don’t know how Annette’s cunt could birth anything, given how much of a bitch she is, but…”

Claire smiles. “Yes. Much more fun alive. Duncan is not her child.”

“Well, that’s a relief I don’t have any chance of keeping the Shepherd bloodline alive,” you snicker. “Where did he come from, then?”

“I’ll tell you… in time. But you have to tell him, too. In front of Annette and Bill. I want them all to know.”

“They’ll skin me alive if they knew I was here.”

“Do you want to fuck me or not? These are my terms.”

“So that is why I’m here?”

She only smirks at you, the wrinkles around her blue eyes crinkling as she does. “Your attraction to me is far more interesting than... well, men are pigs, right? I’m sure you are well aware. But you, you look at me like you want to fuck me, sure, but you also know your place. You respect me, even if you try to talk back. Men don’t know any better.”

“Have you ever slept with a woman before?”

She only smiles. “Does it matter?”

“Just wanted to know if there was credence to the rumors.”

“Rumors? You’re quite bold. I’m the one with my hand...wrapped around your throat.”

“It’d be pretty messy for you if you killed me right now,” you retort, wincing and rubbing your legs together as she increases the pressure on your neck.

“You’ll learn not to talk back, whore. To think you’re a married woman...”

“Yeah? Did you hold your marriage sacrosanct?”

There’s that smile again. She’s beautiful, ethereal, but there’s something so inhumane about the way her lips move upward to smirk at you. Maybe you should learn to shut your mouth, but you always were a brat. Besides, it’s more fun this way.

“I did.”

“Liar,” you accuse, smirking at her as you do, and she lets go of your throat and before you can miss the feeling too much she slaps your face again, the right cheek this time, much harder than the first time. You let out a startled, strangled moan on impulse, stumbling back a little against the wall.

“Oh, did that hurt?” she coos at you condescendingly, fixing a piece of your hair that fell out of place as you stand back up, pressing your back flat against the wall for stability. Claire crosses her arms and stands directly in front of you.

“I can take it. I can take more than that,” you say boldly.

“Oh? What else do you like, slut?”

“You name it, I’m game.”

“Anything? Handcuffs? Whips? Knives?”

You nod at everything she comes up with. Jesus, you would let this woman carve out your heart if she wanted it.

“If I make you bleed?”

“Better.”

“Interesting. Does Duncan play these little games with you?”

You laugh. “No.”

“You only want a woman to do these things to you?”

“Precisely. Are you kinky, Madam President?”

“Whatever my partner requires... I make certain I provide.”

“But what do you want?”

“I’m a hard woman to please.”

“Oh. Is that the kind way of saying Frank wasn’t good in bed?” you ask, feigning sympathy. She only smirks again. “I’m surprised you didn’t slap me for that. He must have really been awful.”

“You think you could do better?”

“Women do everything better,” you laugh, earning perhaps the only genuine smile you’ve gotten from this woman the whole time. “That’s why I wanted to know if you’ve been with a woman...”

“No. But I’ve thought about it. Never had a woman as interested as you.”

“I find that very hard to believe. Maybe you just never noticed. What gave it away?” You’re aching for her to touch you again, give you anything, even pain, but she stands still in front of you.

“I can just tell. Besides, I was interested to meet you. You’re the Shepherd’s weak link. I knew Annette didn’t vet you carefully enough.”

“Are you saying me being gay is an issue?”

“Are you so naive to think it wouldn’t be, given the state of this country?” she retorts. “But that’s not all. I can tell you don’t like them. I could tell you were easy... on more than one account.”

You roll your eyes. “I fucking hate Bill. I mean it’s awful to say, he’s not doing well physically, but he’s just made life a living hell for me.”

“Why?” she asks, tilting her head to the side.

“I don’t know. Maybe he hates gay people. Maybe he hates women. Both. Don’t know.”

“So everyone knows but Duncan? Funny how he’s kept out of all the good family secrets that concern him.”

You sigh. “See, sexuality’s a funny thing. I like Duncan. I do. And sometimes sex with him is good if not great. He’s a good partner. But I just prefer women.”

“Must be nice to have it figured out. Your generation did have it easier.”

You look at her questioningly. You never thought someone like her was human enough to struggle with such a thing, but perhaps that’s an unfair assessment.

Or she’s playing you.

Still. She’d have to be quite a good player - not that you should underestimate her skill - to talk about something as personal as her struggles with sexuality. Straight people just don’t get it. Would she really be this easily well versed if it was a game?

“There’s still a long ways to go,” you say.

“I intend to rectify that.”

“Of course you do.”

Her eyes narrow at you and she tilts her head. “Do you think I should be doing better?”

“Yeah. Come out, for starters.”

“Says the woman in a sham marriage.”

“It’s not a sham. I love Duncan,” you protest.

“Then why are you here, selling out his family just for a chance to fuck me? You’re not much better than I am.”

“I don’t think I’ve told you anything yet. Besides. It’s not his real family… as you say.”

“No. You haven’t told me anything I didn’t already know. But I haven’t fucked you yet either, have I?”

“Touché.”

“Come over here,” she beckons, leaning against the desk and once again it strikes you where you are - the fucking Oval Office. Are you seriously going to have sex in the Oval Office? Conservatives would be disgusted by this (although it wouldn’t be the first time this office was defiled). “Don’t look so scared now. You can’t back out at this point.”

You nod, trying not to look as nervous as you feel and walk the few steps over to her, your legs inches from hers. God, you’re practically dying from the anticipation alone.

“Does Duncan ever tell you how beautiful you are?” She asks. You’re absolutely shellshocked. There’s no trace of sarcasm in her voice.

“Sometimes,” you murmur.

“Just like men to not appreciate what they have.��

“Mm. Frank didn’t appreciate you, Claire? Didn’t make you feel good? I would. If you were my wife I’d make you come every fucking day,” you say, and boldly you decide to punctuate that statement by pressing your lips to hers.

Mistake. Or maybe not, you don’t know.

Her hands tangle in your hair and you feel her stand up, press against you firmly before backing you into the desk, pushing you onto it until your back is flat on the wood, and she’s hovering over you, her lips ghosting yours.

“I’m a hard woman to please,” she reiterates and you realize she never fucking lost her breath while you feel like the wind was knocked out of you. “I’m ambivalent about attention in general. But look at you, whore. You crave it, don’t you? Just want someone to tell you that you’re a good girl... oh, look at you squeeze your thighs together. Are you wet for me, slut?”

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” You ask, spreading your legs slightly for her.

She shakes her head, her straight platinum locks shifting as she does so, brushing against your face. “See? You’re not a good girl. You’re a dirty filthy whore and you just don’t know when to shut that whore mouth or close your fucking legs.”

You stay silent - you’re not sure what to do now. Do you antagonize her, push her further, see if it will rile her up again? Or do you try and kiss her again?

Claire has other ideas. “Beg,” she hisses in your ear. “Get down on your knees and beg for me.”

—- and I am evil and ending it there! Plz let me know if I should continue this!

[moved-meadows]

My head is Empty of prompts (hence why I haven’t written anything in a hot minute myself akdjs) but may I be extremely predictable and ask for some fwt 👉👈 I think it’d be funny if Dream did something real dumb and needed Fundy to help fix it but honestly anything you come up with would be high quality so whatever you’re feeling really - fwt anon

You’re alright fwt ! hope that inspo comes to you soon <3 your writing (the little that you’ve shown to me) is so wonderful just like you. and yk what? this prompt got me thinking. i love my lil georgebur anons, but i feel as though i’ve been neglecting you fwt shippers. i feel as though the world has been neglecting you (skephalo simps ily but y’all can wait a bit right? i’m still working on that third feelings realization prompt I promise you I have like a whole outline going on in my head it’s just taking A Minute) so here. sorry i didn’t really do your prompt. kinda did? dream sorta helped fundy out? it’s.. it’s a stretch i know. and i know someone’s done this prompt before (i know bc i loved that shit and rbed it) but i think it’s super cute so we’re doing it again baby.

saturday mornings are lazy mornings in the fundywastaken household. it’s the only day where they both get to sleep in and cuddle until early noon, limbs loosely wrapped around each other in bed. dream’s arm often curled around fundy’s waist, the other buried in his hair, fingertips lightly brushing against his ears. fundy, on the other hand, finds himself curling his tail around any part of dream he could reach, whether it be his arm, his leg, even his stomach sometimes (though the last time that happened the blond had accidentally smushed it when he tossed and turned in his sleep. that hadn’t been a good night.)

that is, aside from Saturday's where they have Minecraft championships.

“babe, babe, wake up.” fundy jolted a little as he felt and heard dream rushing out of bed and groaned, curling into himself and away from the blond. “fundy!”

wait, what? fundy sat up in a rush, suddenly remembering that this was the weekend that they had MCC. his eyes snapped over to the clock on the wall, his heart dropping to his stomach. yup. they are late. they are so late.

by the time fundy was even getting out of bed and shrugging on the first pair of clean looking clothes he saw, his fiance was already halfway out the door without even a goodbye. which was fine. they’ll be seeing each other in the tourney anyway, and he knows how competitive the blond can be. fundy was quick to follow, not wanting to keep his team and the entire competition waiting for too long.

fuck. did he lock the door on his way out? no time. the competition hall is, luckily, easy to get to through the teleportation hub, which fundy has gotten used to taking over the years, though it doesn’t make it any less disorientating.

“fundy, there you are!” he hears niki’s voice before his eyes can catch up to suddenly traveling thousands of blocks. “do you know what time it is?”

“i know, i know, i’m sorry. i slept in,” he groaned, holding his head. waking up and teleporting all in the span of, like, five minutes, was definitely not good for him. especially since he hasn’t even had breakfast yet.

“must have had a rough night, huh master? dream arrived just a few minutes ago as well.”

“oh my god, it’s too early for this hbomb,” he groaned louder hearing the other male snickering loudly as the dizziness fades and he’s finally able to stand up properly on his own two feet and look at his team.

“nice costume, fundy.” someone from behind him called out. fundy glanced down quickly, flushing as he realizes he’s wearing a very familiar green hoodie, just slightly big on his frame.

“oh, fuck. i totally forgot we were supposed to be wearing costumes.”

“it’s fine! you can say you dressed up as dream,” niki tried to reassure him, her eyes flickering to someone behind him. something comes down over his face as he turns his neck and immediately feels chapped lips pressed onto his.

“morning,” dream said, grinning cheekily at fundy’s expression, knowing how shy he gets with physical affection out in public but knowing he can’t complain since he hid them. he handed him some kind of hollow oval plastic thing while he recovers from what happened. when he finally does (and it takes an embarrassing ten or so seconds), he looks down to see he’s holding dream’s mask. fundy looks between the signature item and his fiance, about to protest when dream holds up one similar to it, except with a lighting bolt scar on the top. that’s when fundy notices his long cape and half-assedly done green tie.

“how come you didn’t remind me that we were supposed to be wearing costumes?” fundy huffed lightheartedly, securing the mask on the side of his head and reaching up to fix his tie.

“don’t, it fits the vibe,” dream moved his hands away, making fundy roll his eyes, “and i forgot too. karl brought this for me cause he knew i was probably gonna forget.”

“yeah, but you didn’t forget to get your morning kiss.”

“never. i’m not gonna forget to get that congratulation kiss from you after my team wins today, too.”

“oh shush. go kiss gogy or something. we’re obviously the ones who are gonna win.”

[lovespelt]

(I kinda like Sharing my weird AU Ideas with you lmao, this one is gonna be weird, buckle up)

Among Us + Bnha AU

..... But not in a game setting.

There are 10 people heading to THE SKELD.

7 crewmates.

3 Imposters.

2 are killers.

1 is an Alien.

Ok now that we have the dramatic effects aside.

Izuku is obviously the Alien. He's green all over lmao. ANYWAY.

He Stumbled upon the ship when he killed one of the supposing crewmate down on the launcher.

The humans have taken his spaceship with his food and one way ticket home.

He was hungry. And Mad.

He was so hungry, he ate a Human, but when he had his first bite, he couldn't stop. Human flesh was starting to be addicting to him.

He needed more but he didn't want to get caught. That's when he heard a buzzing voice in the helmet of the human he ate.

"Zzz... Izz...Ku.. D.. Come in... We are going to launch—1 hour.. —are sending you to.. — planet.. unknown.. Zzzzwe had this unknown..zzz..map on —... UFO... Ther—zz believe —hav—zzz a... Unknown life.. Zzhere. your crewmates — waiting...Zzfor You.."

A ship huh? Hundreds of miles away from earth? Heading to his so called home planet? With food Humans on board? And no secret government humans in it? Sounds like a vacation-back-home to Izuku.

He looks at the suit the previous human had worn.

He smiled.

He puts on the helmet.

And transforms.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•

AAAAND AFTER THAT WHOLE SHIBANGBANG. He went to the ship and basically the whole thing started to have like the "1 Impostor" but none of the crewmates knew.

After Izuku's first kill of one of the crewmates. They panic.

They contacted the government officials about having an Alien on board that might potentially be the one that was inside the UFO they have back on earth.

So they became weary of each other.

Izuku feels full for a while but he's starting to feel hungry again.

Izuku kills another one. Another dead body and one witness.

He froze. He didn't think someone would come here in electrical.

He thought that person was gonna report him. He still had his tongue out, with blood all over his suit, a dead person on the ground.

He thought it was over for him. He closed his eyes. Waiting for the report.

5 seconds have past.

He opens his eyes to see the witness—

Blushing??? Was this person blushing?????

Then he heard a soft "oh." From him.

His guard is still up but now he's a bit weary. Why isn't this human freaking out? Why is he just standing there? Is... Is he ok??????

Izuku waved his hand in front of the human. Who is wearing a cyan colored suit.

The human snapped out of his trance.

"Why... Didn't you report the body...?" Izuku asked.

The human said nothing for a few more seconds. Until he said—

"That...uh.. was... Kind of hot."

".... What—"

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Ok so after a bit more explaining, there are now 2 Impostors, If you haven't guessed, Cyan is todoroki.

He would do killings as well now, with a knife he found in cafeteria. He would kill and cut the upper half and feed it to Izuku. so that way they wouldn't be sus of Izuku being alone all the time as well. He taught Izuku how to go through vents lmao.

So after this encounter, Izuku was still a bit more weary of todoroki. He would try to be more careful now, he wouldn't kill Todo anymore, he would look too suspicious if he did that now. Plus Todoroki gives him food to eat anyways so he'd be useful like that to him.

He saw a crewmate in reactor, doing the square button-thingy. He looked at the hallway of upper engine and lower engine.

No one on sight.

He was feeling a bit hungry now anyways.

He sneaked closer to the brown suited human.

And ate his upper body.

Then there was a gasp behind him, he turned around and saw 2 crewmates.

Where the hell did they came from?!?! He was sure nobody was walking down the hallway.

Then he remembered.

The Cameras.

Shit.

The white suited one reported the body.

_-_-_-_-_

Everyone was at the table. It was discussion time. There are 7 people left.

Izuku is now panicking. There are 2 witnesses already. How did he not see the camera light up? It was so bright! So much for being more careful.

Now he's gonna get ejected.

"I-IT'S HIM!! THE GREEN ONE!! I SAW HIM KILL BROWN IN REACTOR!!" The girl with the white suit exclaimed.

"I-IT'S NOT ME!!!" Izuku's defended weakly.

"THAT WAS A WEAK ASS LIE!! I SAW YOU!!! THE GUY WITH AN ORANGE SUIT WHO WAS WITH ME SAW YOU!!" White proclaimed.

Izuku is now sweating outside his suit. Todoroki decided to speak up.

" it's not him. I was with him last round, he did a scan on medbay, the scan can identify him if he is an Alien if his blood is different. He's a crewmate. He's not the Impostor here. You are sounding so sus right now." Todoroki lied.

White was shocked. "H-HE'S THE IMPOSTOR! IT'S IMPOSSIBLE FOR HIM TO SCAN!! YOU'RE LYING!! I SAW YOU BY ADMIN LAST ROUND WHERE THE BODY WAS!! YOU MIGHT BE WORKING TOGETHER!!" The girl in the white suit said.

She was very accurate to the truth.

"That makes sense... Two Impostors." The yellow suited girl thought out loud.

Izuku didn't know what to do.

"You can't prove that. It might be you who is Impostor. Blaming Green because he was near." Todoroki injected.

Why is he trying so hard? Why is he defending an Alien like Izuku? It makes his stomach feel weird. Must be the skull.

"Hah it's too late for that now pretty boy, Orange was with me the whole time, he saw green killed brown. Right Orange?" White smirked.

Orange has been silent for the whole meeting. He didn't speak up.

What is he thinking about??? Why isn't he confessing that he saw him kill??? Izuku was confused.

Then—

Red eyes meet green.

Orange opened his mouth and he said—

"White sus."

What.

"WHAT?!"

.White was ejected.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

OOOOOOOH, WHO COULD ORANGE BE?? *cough* Bakugou *cough*

ANYWAYYYYSSS

There are now 3 Impostors.

Would you look at that.

(yes this is a TDBKDK if you are wondering)

LMAO, I might make a part 2 of this tomorrow—or today? Idk I haven't slept for a while lol. Should I even do a continuation of this??? It's kind of long LMAOOOOO. This is it for now. I'm too fucking sleep deprived to think of an actual plot hahahahahahaa.

1) i am not normally a fan of evil izuku but i love izuku winning over todoroki and bakugou w his cuteness (yes i am weak for todobakudeku djndsad)

2) seriously dude do you have an ao3??? bc your writing is amazing and i feel like any of these au’s would make awesome full-blown fics :D!!! (like seriously!!)

[purecamp]

If you get inspired.... 6 (and?/)or 12 for Witney <3

this may be one of the funniest things i have ever written, but let me warn u that i did this thing i often do where i take the prompt which is obviously leading me in a very clear direction and then i wildly run away with it to make it something completely stupid and different instead. i hope u get a kick out of this bc it's the dumbest thing ever flgkjsslkjs i love u

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

It’s just one of those days, where you come home from a long tiring day at work and you just know that a green smoothie and a good yoga routine will put you right back on track again. There’ll be time for a bit of journaling, maybe even some meal prep, and if she’s feeling really indulgent, Courtney might even treat herself to a granola bar. Now this is living.

Except – Willam’s in her bed. Under the covers, granted, but stark naked as the day she was born. She flashes the covers to prove it, then resumes protecting her modesty as if that matters in the slightest. Courtney gets the feeling that her nice calm evening will maybe not go down as planned.

“There is! And it’s not a sex reason!” Willam announces proudly.

Well, thank god for that.

“Spill, then. I think we need to talk.”

She launches into a tale.

“So here’s me and Alaska, right? We decide to go out for brunch, it’s been a while since I’ve seen her properly, turns out it’s because she’s been holding out on us but we’ll get into that later. So I’m like hey girl, let’s meet up for lunch today and she’s all ugh babes I’m so sorry I can’t do lunch I have to go pick up you-know-who from the you-know-what and I’m like okay that’s fine so how about brunch then? A little earlier? And she’s like sure thing darling text me the address and I’ll meet you!

Of course I’m fashionably late but I get there looking gorgeous as anything, little flirty wrap skirt and a crop top and my amazing beach tan because hello, look at this complexion darling. Laska’s already there and we grab a bite to eat and then we find out they’re offering a bottomless brunch package and Alaska’s like hey, I know I gotta run but we have time for one, I mean she would encourage this right and I’m like duh of course she would and plus I really wanted to get into those mimosas so I wasn’t gonna say no.

Anyway we’re just slamming them down like there’s no tomorrow and then some girl walks past and Alaska like dives under the table, which by the way is a terrible thing to do when you’re as tall as she is because she smacked her head off the fucking thing, but I ask her what’s going on and she’s like help I slept with that girl a few nights ago and she had to leave in just her big t-shirt because she couldn’t find her skirt and I told her I’d text her if I found it but then it was so cute that I just didn’t text her and now I’m wearing it and if she sees me I’m dead.

Like isn’t that hilarious? Court, I’ve taught her so well.

Naturally I offer her my skirt and we can trade, so we run to the bathroom and do a little switcheroo, girl ends up none the wiser. I promise all of this is relevant. Then Alaska realises she’s late to grab you-know-who from the you-know-what so she just calls her and she’s like heyyy gorgeous so sorry about thaaaat and venmos her for an Uber and the bitch won’t stop complaining but we’re both kinda tipsy so we didn’t care.

We decide to go to the beach because it’s like five minutes away and it’s empty and hey we want even tans. We just stuffed all our clothes in Alaska’s bag and sunbathed and it was so fucking hot I love it, this is truly the best time of year. So that’s all going great and it’s like half an hour and then the phone rings and Alaska picks up and it’s you-know-who again and she’s outside Alaska’s place but she doesn’t have a key and all fucking hell is gonna break loose if she doesn’t get there because – well, you know what she’s like.

So Alaska gets dressed and grabs her shit and rushes off, says to me we’ll meet up again properly soon and I’m all down for that. Then I realise five minutes after she’s gone, my clothes are still in her bag.

Anyway so I had to stroll along the beach completely naked because running would make me look desperate and insane and I couldn’t go along the paths in the city instead because I’d get arrested for being this sexy so I had to stay on the beach which made my journey much longer and I realised it’d take me like fifty minutes of naked beach walking to get back to my place, or it would be twenty minutes of naked beach walking to yours, so I did that. I found your spare key under the doormat because apparently you’re just inviting robbers into your home and then I got cold and got into your bed. I didn’t wanna grab any of your clothes because they’re all ugly and also too big for me because you’re huge.

So that’s how I got here.”

Courtney blinks. “Did you get sand in my bed?”

“Just for you, baby.” Willam winks.

[insporaelynn]

📲 raelynn && cillian

WHEN: january 25th

DESCRIPTION: rae gives relationship advice she is in no way qualified to give. 

TRIGGER WARNINGS: sex, drugs, feelings

@cilliankelly

raelynn.

slurp slurp bitch

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

well if it isn't my second favorite taylor

raelynn.

i know, the first one is swift.

how're u doing tonight sweetheart

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

honestly? good.

relieved maybe.

raelynn.

good. J told me what happened with Claudia.

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

oh yeah? what specifically? bc there's a lot.

raelynn.

probably just the cliffs notes version. you guys have been fucking her, feelings got hurt, you guys fought about money and you left to go to hers, "if you fuck him you're dead to me" was said, the word slut was thrown. you know, the basics.

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

oh that's... that's actually most of it. yeah.

raelynn.

so first of all i couldn't believe that was for real happening.

i mean, not that i'm puritanical, obviously, i've had threesomes. but you know.

and secondly idk like, i told jude that i honestly think u two are too important to risk messing things up bc of her. like. i think she's super toxic.

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥y

yeah. i know you hate her rae.

raelynn.

but even if i didn't hate her, i'd say it's stupid to risk you guys for her.

i think love is a chemical con job but also if it exists for real, i think it's what you two have, u know

ᴄɪʟʟɪᴀɴ ᴋᴇʟʟʏ

yeah? fuck. i mean i do. i really do love him.

raelynn.

of course you do. i know that you do. it's the most real and honest thing i've ever seen in action.

it's too late for me but not for y'all, and i think you should protect it.

and i know jude's scared that he'll lose claud in. his life, but honestly, she treats him so bad. i just hope he realizes that it's okay to stand up and say that he doesn't deserve to be treated that way.

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

okay but... i mean, claudia’s our friend, rae. and i know you don’t like her. and that you’re pissed at her for hurting jude. but she’s... it’s complicated.

i care about her. we both do.

and she’s... in trouble. and she needs us.

raelynn.

the drugs?

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

yeah. and i know that there’s not much we can do but... i can’t just cut her off.

raelynn.

that wasn't what i was saying, what i mean is you don't have to have a sexual relationship to keep her in your life.

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

but we don’t know that...

and i think maybe i need her. and i can’t... i don’t want to risk it.

raelynn.

cill....someone who wouldn't want to be in your life unless you fuck them...i mean, think about it. that's...you don't want that.

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

i feel guilty. jude and i, we have each other. but claudia... i worry about her.

raelynn.

also not a reason to keep fucking someone: guilt. why don't you sit her down and just...explain that you think that part of your relationship has become unhealthy and that you want to continue being friends and supporting her?

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

that sounds like a nightmare tbh.

raelynn.

why?

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

well the three of us... don’t sit down and talk through shit. i don’t think we ever have.

raelynn.

i mean, i usually don't, so i feel u

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

the last time we tried to do that was when we all slept together for the first time.

raelynn.

hm yikes.

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

yeah...

our relationship with claudia... it’s always been really complicated. and i don’t know how to sort it out. or fix it. if it can even be fixed.

jude’s still halfway convinced that if he doesn’t bring claudia into the relationship that i’ll leave.

raelynn.

but that's just not true.

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

of course it’s not. and i’ve told him that.

raelynn.

poor kid. he needs to get that out of his head. we're both fucking crazy, but that's next level.

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

we’ve both got our own shit. and we’re working on it, together. but it’s... hard.

raelynn.

of course it's hard. maybe that's why it's so worth it, or something.

you gotta know, i'm really makin up so much of this as i go bc. i haven't loved anybody since carson and i don't think i'm ever gonna. lmao.

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

no i know, rae. i mean all of this shit is fucking confusing. half the time i don’t know what i’m doing.

more than half the time really.

but i don’t want anything to fuck this up.

raelynn.

you are doing your best. and J knows that's good enough. his best is good enough for you, yeah?

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

yeah, of course.

raelynn.

and so i think you need to trust that he feels the same way about you.

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

i want him to be happy you know? i wanna make him happy.

raelynn.

you so do, cil. like, so much. I mean, have you ever seen him happier?

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

you really think so, rae?

raelynn.

i don't know a whole lot. but i know my brother.

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

this is like

really gay

but he means the world to me

raelynn.

golly are you gonna ask him to wear you class ring soon?

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

stfu, rae

raelynn.

you stfu, you know i love u

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

i know i know

thanks

raelynn.

that's the part where u say I LOVE U TOO, RAELYNN and i'm gonna bring u a slurp on the weekend

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

okay okay, sheesh.

i love you too rae.

raelynn.

if you don't bring me a slurp on the weekend, it means you hate women, blonde hair, and people with the last name taylor.

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

you're demanding slurp delivery now???

alright, fine.

raelynn.

i mean you can hang out and smoke also

i'm not gonna KICK YOU OUT

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥y

oof.

alright, sounds like a plan.

raelynn.

my brother can come if he wants ofc.

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

well he's definitely gonna have to drive me, so i figured lol

raelynn.

my fellow queer who can't drive

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

i'm working on it. jude's gonna help me get my permit.

raelynn.

omg you can be my uber

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

hey, this isn't driving miss daisy, alright? i'm just trying to do some adult shit.

raelynn.

no it's driving miss raelynn

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

ur lucky i like u and that i'm in love with ur brother or whatever, ma'am.

raelynn.

and i'm also your fav person in the world

𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

i'll give you the number two spot. but you're on thin ice

raelynn.

ugh fair enough.

[lovelyparkers]

my bday special random head canons with peter!

hi it's my birthday!!! as promised i'm writing a bunch of headcanon requests and they will all be here in this chapter MWAH <3 yuh let's get into it

-so first off my fave request

-so ur an avenger on a mission in the snowy mountains

-you and peter are teamed up ofc

-being you, you decide to get way too into the battle and not care about your own well-being

-peters yelling at you like

-"YOU BETTER NOT GET HURT"

-and

-"IF U DIE I WILL KILL YOU"

-but he really does care about u and he's scared asf

-anyways so

-you get hurt

-basically some creature

-who the fuck knows

-launched you in the air and into the freezing snow and knocked you out

-peter couldn't find you and immediately got nervous

-he was able to track you down with stark's tech and dig you out of the snow where you were lowkey freezing to death ok

-he pulls you up into his arms and holds you tight and starts crying because he doesn't know if you'll make it

-he swings over to the cabin tony bought just for the mission

-because we all know tony is extra asf

-bruce checks you up to see if anything's broken

-it's not

-you most likely just have a concussion and knocked out for awhile

-peter carries you bridal style to the living room where the fire is blazing

-he sits on the couch with you in his lap

-you have layers of warm clothes on

-he strokes your hair and makes sure your head stays up comfortably

-he wanted to be there when you woke up duh

-and when you do wake up your really confused and have a headache

-but when you recognize peter you automatically feel safe :)

-and he's like crying again bc he's so glad you woke up but also mad at you for going crazy

-he'll squeeze your hand a lot and cup your cheek to make sure you're actually there

-and he'll say "you scared the crap out of me y/n. don't do that ever again. promise me?"

-you promise and just cuddle into his side

-he presses several kisses to your head

-and you him in response

-u two just hold each other so close

-babies!

-okay next one!!

-SECRET DATING AS AVENGERS

-i LOVE this

-AIGHT

-after meeting peter you ask HIM out and ofc he says yes

-you guys totally hit it off ok

-like theirs just natural chemistry between you guys

-there's so much flirting and you get to know each other while having a picnic on the rooftop garden

-MWAH LOVE

-he kisses you on the second date and you m e l t

-and gosh he's so pretty like hot damn

-from then on you guys become a couple

-secretly

-because we ALL know the avengers love to tease

-especially sam, bucky, and tony

-nat would be here for it tho let's be honest

-you go to her for boy advice and she's so chill and begs you to tell her who u like

-she probably knows it's peter tho bc she's smart

-ANYWAYS

-you have to try really hard to keep it a secret

-and that's not easy living with the avengers

-you find yourself holding hands and then tony will walk in whatever room to get you guys for a mission and you pull apart real quick

-another time you and peter were in the movie room

-CUDDLING

-like awe

-you were cuddling duh and just holding each other

-sharing kisses every now and then

-your head was on his shoulder and his arm was around you

-then bucky and sam walked in

-with popcorn tho

-and you and peter scooted away from each other real quick when he heard the door open

-sam would tease u guys anyway

-"what's up guys? confess your love yet?"

-and bucky would be like

-"pretty sure we heard you guys making out a second ago"

-they obviously didn't hear or see anything but like to tease the only teenagers who always flirted

-but OH GOSH

-ONE TIME

-it was late at night

-like LATE late

-peter snuck into ur room ofc

-and you guys were just sitting on your bed making out right

-hands in each other's hair

-lip biting

-all that good stuff

-and nat just barges on because she knows u never sleep and likes to just talk with you or play a game or watch a movie

-this time u forgot to lock the door

-and she screams

-you jump up off peters lap and shut the door after pulling her in

-"i knew it i knew it!"

-she's smiling though and laughing

-shes genuinely happy u two are together

-but peters all blushing

-and shy

-because you guys just got caught making out by an adult

-she'll ask you a bunch of questions too

-and ur like "nAt u cant tell aNyBoDy pLEaSe"

-she promises bc she knows it's not her place

-shes great at keeping secrets bc she's an ex assassin

-but she's very happy for u guys and tells u to always be safe and all

-then you and peter go back to making out hehe

-ok my fave requested this next one hi ily

-ALL NIGHTERS W PETER WOULD BE THE BEST

-LIKE LITERALLY

-also this is best friend peter who has feeling for you but doesn't want to admit it so ur just friends but he loves u and u secretly love him

-so this is still avenger!reader bc u guys know i'm a hoe for this shit

-"i mean i'm not a slut but who knows"

-so u guys have a lot of energy one day bc u got a day off from training since tony and steve were out all day

-u slept in that day and could NOT fall asleep the next night

-u and peter had been texting late at night

-it's like midnight i'll say

-and u tell him to meet you in the grand kitchen

-so u bring urself and a blanket and run down to the kitchen in your pyjamas

-shorts and one of peters tee shirts hehe it's summer and it's hot!

-peter walks in with a big smile on his face and just wearing some shorts

-that is all

-yes

-ok so you dig into the freezer and get ice cream out for u guys

-i cant have dairy ahahha rip

-off track but let's go

-peter gets the spoons and you don't even say a word bc this is just how it always goes

-you migrate toward the living room and flip down on the couch side by side

-he is very close to you

-bare arms touching

-PREMARITAL ARM TOUCHING???????

-sorry

-he just groans bc he's bored as he hands you a spoon

-u guys always talk and eat ice cream

-passing the tub around

-peter eventually says something dumb

-like u know when u pull all nighters w ur friends and it gets to that point of the night when someone says something really dumb or weird and everyone just loses it?

-this ALWAYS happens with you two

-he deadass says something like

-"i think we have the same size feet"

-and you start cackling bc what the fuck

-"y/n no hold up ur foot to mine"

-so u do bc why not

-u do not have the same size feet ❤️

-but wow how intimate

-jk

-but you honestly CANNOT with this boy

-so you flick a blob of ice cream at his nose

-and it just immediately drips down onto his chest bc he tries to look down at his nose

-so now there's ice cream on his bArE cHEsT

-like that's hot

-jk idk u decide

-and he is literally whining

-"y/nnnnnnn what the hell?"

-ur just laughing softly but admiring his toned abs and chest

-"want me to lick it off for you?"

-peter just freezes not believing the words that just came out of your mouth

-"uhhhhh"

-he's stuttering and mumbling and BLUSHING SO MUCH

-he don't know what to do

-you laugh and say "KIDDING"

-bc again u say weird shit in the middle of the night

-u get up and get a paper towel tho

-peter is still very flustered

-kinda wishing u did

-but you come back and lean a hand on his shoulder and start cleaning the ice cream off his chest for him

-and he's just looking up at you bc

-god ur so pretty and ur practically on top of him rn

-peter probably gets horny i'm the middle of the night too let's be honest here

-but after that moment where peter felt like he was the main character

-everything is fine now and you continue talking

-eventually u turn on a movie and lay your head in peters lap

-much to his surpRisE

-and just watch the movie together

-he like doesn't know where to put his hands

-so he just lays on over ur waist

-he cant stop staring at u bc omg ur laying on his lap and omg ur so pretty and ahhhh

-when u laugh it makes him tremble

-and when the sun starts coming up u guys make pancakes and like

-y'all still aren't tired

-and ofc u spend the day together then eventually crash on the couch on top of each other

-it's very cute and tony takes pictures

-okay now for my own lil idea

-PETER WOULD BE THE BEST PERSON ON UR BIRTHDAY

-like the amount of love he would show u

-immaculate

-so ofc he would sleep over the night before bc he's in love ok

-u guys watch movies and cuddle and kiss

-at midnight he throws confetti on you and blows a horn

-he says hbd like a million times

-and he gives you a long passionate kiss mwah

-cuddles cuddles cuddles

-u sleep in each other's arms

-peter wakes up early before you to make ur fave breakfast

-he's practiced cooking so it's perfect for ur special day

-he presents it all pretty too

-then he goes to wake you up

-because you always told him to wake you up when he gets up so you can spend time together

-ur like that

-and he loves it

-he wakes you up by pressing kisses all over your face

-and rubbing your arm and fixing your hair

-you wake up with a sleepy smile and he just melts he's in love

-you give him a big hug and kiss his cheek

-then he tells you about breakfast

-he helps you walk to the table while covering ur eyes bc SURPRISE

-peter's presentation is very much adequate

-he has little gift bags lined up for you

-and balloons

-and streamers

-he just wants to make you feel so special :,)

-ur so grateful for him

-you give him big hug and kiss again bc UR IN LOVE TOO

-you sit together and eat and peter makes you open his gifts

-he made some homemade gifts too because how heartfelt it that

-he gets you one really nice present

-and a bunch of little ones like snacks

-maybe an inside joke gift

-AND PROBABLY SPIDER-MAN UNDERWEAR AS A JOKE

-you guys just burst out laughing when you open it and it's so cute

-he's just admiring you

-you spend the day either going on walks

-having a nice date

-or just staying in together

-lots of cuddles again of course

-peter parker is a cuddler

-ALSO

-MAKING OUT

-a must

-like ugh i yearn for bday makeouts

-he takes care of u so well phew

-it's very intimate and hot and passionate let's be honest

-MJ AND NED BUST IN YOUR APARTMENT WHILE UR MAKING OUT ON THE COUCH

-ned just screams

-mj was like "really? y'all knew we were coming over"

-but she's soft for u

-gives u the best hug and tells u hbd

-you guys have a mario kart tournament bc that's really fun

-snack snacks snacks

-the four of you have cake and they make u so happy

-after ned and mj leave it's more peter time

-yum

-more making out

-maybe sumn else😳

-he treats u very good to say the least

-overall it's a lovely birthday and peter is the best ok

thank u guys so much for the birthday wishes <3 i seriously don't deserve you guys ur all so sweet!!! hope u enjoyed this lil hc special mwah!

[lookwhatilost]

andrew is trying to quit nicotine and it’s turning him into an irritable brat. he slept over last night even tho he wasn’t intending to. like, he didn’t pack an overnight bag, he dosed off at like 7 and was asleep for 4 odd hours, woke up when it was too late to justify going home, and went back to bed.

like 2 hours into his nap I went downstairs and talked to my roommate. he said he “might be back, might not be back” which basically means he’s going to his gf/fling/whatever she is to him’s apt. he leaves. I get a txt from Justin when his shift ended and we talked back and forth briefly

went back upstairs when I heard andrew walk to the bathroom (it’s like 11 at this point) and sit down on my bed. joked abt how long he’d been asleep. he was very very annoyed w me, asked me why I didn’t wake him up earlier and I said I didn’t want to disturb him bc he was complaining abt how tired he was earlier. he went on the same rant he always does abt hating his job and wanting not be there and I tried to sympathize w him. i know hes pissed that he lost his hazard pay raise. i know he hates working at the hardware store to begin w and it was only supposed to be a temporary thing while he looked for something better. then all this happened – the world shut down, he was deemed essential – i get why he’s angry tho I’ll admit I’m getting a little tired of hearing it. he ended up getting very angry w me for no reason. kept snapping at me. I told him something like “sweet dreams” and he jst was like “whatever” and we both went to sleep. felt like total shit for no reason.

woke up this morning abt 20 minutes before he left for work and he apologized for getting so upset. He pointed out that dans truck was still gone and I was like, yeah, he mentioned he might not be home this morning when I was talking to him last night. he asked “did he say where he was going last night?” and I said “nope” and he muttered “did Justin?” And I was like “what?” And he backtracked all “oh, nothing”

which is rly weird bc I have no idea how he’d have known we were talking? the whole time he and I were texting, I was downstairs, and we exchanged like 3 msges tops. it wasn’t anything weird or sketchy.

not to mention super fucking hypocritical of him bc I know he still talks to Kristen and is mad secretive abt it for reasons I dnt think I trust

like I’m so tired of his stupid grudge against him even tho they haven’t had any meaningful contact in five. fucking. years. and everything “horrible” that justin ever apparently did to him either sounds like a flat out lie or is jst something petty. sorry he met me first. sorry i had significantly more intense feelings for him (obviously I have not disclosed that to andrew). sorry that he’s more responsible than you are. sorry you feel inclined to stir the pot completely unprompted

[martiniblves]

mijoo and her iconic entrances DFKLSJGDF

yes, i really am recycling the intro some of you probably Just caught when you followed me DGSFLJLGSD

hey y’all, i’m kat, english student and an old hag :/ also slowly coming down from an anxiety moment, hence only deleting old shit now and potentially going rogue from my blog for the night after posting this ( aka, best if y'all send me your d*scord users bc it's much easier for me there ) sfdgjgfd i’m super excited for this group and can’t wait to read all about your muses !  and hoping you feel the same, i’ll get right to introducing avalon bay’s resident messy brat, dahlia !

[ lee mijoo ] dahlia kim, twenty-four, cis female, she/her, radio dj — a world-class traveler in the making, self-proclaimed “ reformed ” groupie, has been a tennant at avalon bay for two years, her cherry blaster obsession is the sweetest thing about her, she slept with an ex-best friend’s roommate and crush as revenge. [ kat, 22, nt, she/her ]

she often goes between dahlia and dia, first and foremost sdfglkj

came from a super small town in upstate new york where there wasn’t much to do or much to see, so growing up she had an adventurous streak that would run rampant when she was able to go off by herself, able to drive, and finally able to leave it behind

her family life was rather average, her parents scraped by financially but her and her two younger siblings never really went without — aside from a toy or two at christmas or a brand new car for their sixteenth birthdays sfgkljgdf

gets on fine with them, but her and her little/middle sister have had an on-and-off contentious relationship that, at the moment, is very much ON SDFGFG

small town life was.. okay overall, she was social Enough and polite but never really maintained any close relationships with her childhood pals once high school came and went, mostly bc the town was full of gossips so everyone thought poorly of each other and passed it onto their kids LSKFDGJGDFL

and yes, i’m kinda basing this off of the antics of adults from my hometown, what about it ??

she spent most of her formative years with her head in the clouds and music always around her or on her mind

so you bet she wound up taking guitar and piano lessons when she was a kid and well into her teens, and dare i say she was pretty good at it fsdglkjgdf

having that skill gave her the boost of confidence she needed from middle school onward, having been a tad reserved before then

idk what else to add bc i honestly can’t think of anything else about her past Before moving away. dull as hell probably, more than it’s already been said LKGSDF

upon moving to the city, she attended nyu just to keep her parents from completely losing their minds over her not.. wanting to go on a sure path, majoring in communications and spending much of her time as a dj for the campus radio station’s late night shows

soon began searching for dj gigs at major radio stations once she’d graduated and landed a spot as an intern to meet with artists the station wished to interview, etc, and even had an opportunity or two to interview them herself

through that job, she became more exposed to the groupie lifestyle and — having always been somewhat intrigued — soon became one ( of sorts ) 

sorry if you’re a fan of h*lsey bc this might come across as a dig, but this is where she becomes the chill version of groupie!h*lsey that h*lsey wishes she had been DFLSKJDGSFL

she liked the attention from drummers, singers and rappers alike — plus having sex with talented, rich people whenever they were in town didn’t hurt one bit — and she kept it all separate from her job, although it did help the station land more interviews, tickets for contests, etc

wasn’t big on hard drugs, but she never shied away from a bong being handed to her or a couple of xanax tablets, just so we’re clear here sdflkgjfdgk

however, the no-strings set-up quickly shifted for dahlia upon meeting a rising indie band’s lead singer

he was smooth as hell, which she already knew alongside his tendency to get bored easily with fangirls-turned-groupies like the rest of the musicians she’d met, so when she played along with his game, it didn’t take long for him to maintain an interest in her and for them to forge something of a friendship

she’d never admit it to anyone, but he was her first love as the initial sexual attraction very quickly became romantic after long conversations about music and aspirations, mundane happenings in their lives separate from their encounters and who should’ve won immunity on the recent ep of masterchef; dia knew he wouldn’t settle down now and she knew that while she was his number one at that point, she wasn’t the only one he had. a couple of months passed where it seemed like he was going only to her, that his interest rarely waned to the other girls that would swarm him, which led her to believe he was at least somewhat into her and to her confessing when they were both drunk one night — only to be shut down but not shut out

dejected and heartbroken, she still couldn’t quite distance herself from him like she knew she should and the front she put up — that she exaggerated her feelings and would get over it — made him none the wiser

however, he couldn’t get over the thought of his fwb still being in love with him and cut ties with her abruptly before his nth departure from nyc

it took her right out of her bubble, left a horrible taste in her mouth to even go back to being a groupie for others over how poorly it all went with him, so she abandoned the sexual aspect and potential intimacy of it — but not before taking herself completely out of that lifestyle for a few months to get over him

which.. lbr, she’s only 90% of the way there to this day sfdlkkdfsgl

upon going back, she showed up to shows and parties solely as a friend of the performer.... before that got old Quick and she realized how soul-sucking it was for her sexually frustrated And repressed ass KFSLJGS

though ask her pals and they’d think she’d given it up altogether, hence her supposedly being reformed

.. at least she isn’t indulging in drugs like she occasionally used to, so that counts for something lksdfjlgdf

as for her time in radio, she got promoted to a morning slot as a dj with a couple of co-hosts last year, though once an afternoon slot opened, she high-tailed it out of there

anything to get back to her chill, late night roots and this was the first step

lastly, she moved to avalon bay 2 years ago, after uni was done and she had to move out of the dorms. in that time, she’d become best friends with another girl and had a massive falling out bc the other was. well. changing for the worst sgfjgfd

she became selfish, judgmental, advantageous and disloyal, and soon dia had enough of her hypocritical and generally nasty antics ( and not without a brutal argument that left both of their egos bruised )

dahlia isn’t always one for petty revenge, but when the ex-bff’s roommate and crush — who dia had a slight interest in as well — bumped into her in the hallway of their dorm one night, she took her chance to knock the other down a peg by initiating a flirtatious conversation that quickly turned sexual

with her ex-bff being on the other side of the wall of said roommate’s room

safe to say that their ( final ) conversation in the morning was a fucking disaster SDFLGKJGFDK

it’s not something she’s entirely ashamed about, but dia doesn’t feel the need to disclose what happened

PERSONALITY AND OTHER SHIT

she loves her friends, would die for them, would kill for them. let’s get that straight first and foremost !

does that mean she’s the nicest or even the most tolerable person ?? fuck no SFGLJGKDF

i described her to one of my pals as a “ chaotic free-spirit with a mean streak when she doesn’t get her way, ” which. could also describe a couple of my bitchier muses tbh FLDKGJDS

but she’s stubborn, irritable and has a sense of high self-worth and self-preservation

she obviously has an attitude that can and will come out if you hurt her or someone she cares about/someone she thinks doesn’t deserve it

or if you think you’re a god or something

and it can get ugly.. as explained above dfskgdgkf

however, we love confident women on this blog and here you have one !

she’s chill for the most part, so you ( probably ) won’t have anything to worry about if you stay on her good side gfsdkljgfd

passionate af about radio and music as a career, wants to have a gig like zane lowe’s beats hosting job or even annie mac’s one day

although she also wishes to put out music of her own at least Once before she dies dfgsljdfgk

bit of a wild child, likes to party and just do her own thing — partially bc she’s scared of getting older and having to give that all up/being forced to act her age

doesn’t mean she doesn’t like her quiet nights in though !

closet romantic, just wants to be swept off of her feet..... but no one needs to know that, at least she doesn’t think so FSDJKGFD

won't let you see it anyways, at least unless she's Interested and knows you're not someone who's only useful for her in the short-term

also quietly doting, will never be the mom friend bc it’s too much responsibility and patience, but will always be a good shoulder to cry on who tells you your feelings are valid before she tells you to toughen the fuck up and amend a situation yourself, might even tell you how

some exceptions may apply FDLSJGSFLK

a bit vulgar at times, just warning you now fgldskf

wants to see the world and has travelled a little as it is bc of her connections. loves it

JFKDGS

has a pet succulent bc she Knows she can't look after the big fluffy dog of her dreams rn

named him bobby after one of the characters from the love island game DFLKGSJF

i honestly dk what else to add rn, plus i’m eager af to post this so we’ll end it here ! cute extras can always be posted later !

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #220

“as long as god in heaven dwell, your soul, your soul shall scream in hell.”

Would people consider you more immature or mature? It depends on the context. Emotionally, I think I'm considerably mature. As far as eligibility to be a proper adult goes, yeah. No. Would people consider you more funny or serious? I personally don't think I'm very funny, but I'm not super serious, either. Are you currently in love with someone? Who is this person? So... I'm quietly pondering over whether or not I'm just biromantic, not bisexual. I genuinely think I'm in love with my girlfriend, I do, but we have so, so little actually sexual experience that I don't know if "bisexual" fits me. I totally adore her romantically, I know that, but maybe sexually, I'm not into her? I don't know. It's hard for me to say because when I picture doing certain "things," I can't really tell what I feel. I don't take that as an "I'm not into it" though, considering I've wound up liking things with a guy I didn't think I would with anyone, something I only discovered by doing it. This whole situation was driving me insane a few days ago to the point I felt sick, but I've calmed myself out of it to where I've accepted I just have to wait and learn, being long-distance. I'm still entirely invested in us and am going to be honest learning about myself. I haven't actually talked to Sara about it and don't want to unless I come to learn this hunch has credibility. Which room in your house are you in? What color are the walls? My bedroom; light puke green, Why God. What is your absolute favorite hobby? Who got you interested in it? I don't really know about my "absolute favorite." It depends on my mood, really. I think maybe watching my favorite YouTubers tops the list, something Jason actually started with PewDiePie; or RPing, which I got into myself thanks to Meerkat Manor. Would the people you know say you have a nice singing voice? Barely anyone ever hears me sing, so idk. I personally feel my voice suits only few songs. Would you say most of your friends are older/younger than you? Ummm, good question. All but two are very close in age range, but most of my friends/closer acquaintances are kinda split around either side. Were you named after anyone famous or anyone on television? Nope. Are you listening to music right now? If so, who’s singing the song? Yeah, I'm listening to Khemmis' cover of "A Conversation With Death." It's the intro song to that new game Man of Medan and is so badass. All the comments are like "came here from so-and-so's LP because this is epic" and same. What is your dream career? What inspired you to pursue this career? Probably meerkat biologist if I could handle the heat and was okay with moving, or paleontologist if I wasn't opposed to heavy travel. I love meerkats and dinosaurs v v much. If you have a significant other, do you get jealous of people a lot? No. What would you say is your favorite holiday? Why did you choose this? Halloween bc spooks and costumes and candy. Does it feel odd being around your friend’s parents? Why or why not? If I'm alone with them and don't know them very well, sure? What is your favorite fast food restaurant? Is there one in your city? Sonic, probably. And no, but in our neighboring city. What is your favorite sit-down restaurant? Is there one in your city? Olive Garden. See above. Do you ever take pictures with family members around the holidays? Mom pretty much forces it, lol... Have you ever thought you were adopted because of opposing interests? Y'ALL not kidding I legit asked my fucking mom if I was adopted in elementary school bc I thought she hated me one day versus my little sister lmfao. I went through a phase of feeling like she couldn't be "this mean" to her legitimate child. Are you more interested in indoor activities or outdoor things? Hm, that depends on the activities available. Most outdoor things are more fun, though. When is the next time you’ll see someone you’re crushing on? We were just talking a couple days ago about our next visit, actually. If I can financially, I'm probably coming up to see her for her birthday again, as that's when I have a decent break from school. Speaking of which, how many people are you crushing on right now? Lol I mean it's been just shy of two years, a "crush" doesn't cut it. Have you ever played Super Mario Bros. for Nintendo DS? Was it fun? No, actually. I didn't grow up playing Mario games. What exactly is your favorite gaming system? Do you have this system? The PS2. It had a giant graphical leap, contains SOOOOO many goodies, and you can still play PS1 games on it. How often do you talk on the phone? Who do you talk with the most? Very very rarely, pretty much only ever with my mom or dad. I hate talking on the phone. Do you normally do what other people around you want you to do? Depends. What does your trick-or-treat bag or pail look like? I don't have one anymore, but it used to be an orange, plastic jack-o-lantern. How old will you turn on your next birthday? 24... wow. What are your plans to celebrate? Probably just go out to dinner with family. What floor do you live on? I only have one floor. Do you have a balcony? No. What is your favorite fall drink, if you had to pick just one? None. Which X Factor audition(s) was/were your favorite? I've never watched it. Were you a straight A student in spelling and grammar? I'm pretty sure I was in my entire school career... Damn dude, proud. Were you a straight A student in math? HA hell no. I could get a C sometimes. Were you abused or do you know anyone who was abused? I wasn't, but I know people. Are you a Democrat or Republican, or neither? Neither. Independent. Who would take care of you if you needed surgery? My mom and dad, as far as bills go. Do you think you have an accent? Not really. Sometimes you can hear it, though. Have you been told you have an accent? Only when I was younger. I had a SERIOUS one. My family in NY couldn't even understand me sometimes, lmao. Where do you live (country or state)? North Carolina. If you could start a church, what would it be like? I wouldn't. Are there any shades of blue that you don’t like? If so, which ones? Nah. What is something you want to accomplish before you turn 30? Get a goddamn stable job. Do you know what your purpose in life is? Spreading the love and respect of animals and conservation. If you live in an apartment, what is the maintenance man’s name? N/A What are some fall activities you would do with your kids? Hypothetically, if I had/wanted kids, I'd enjoy carving pumpkins with them, obviously taking them trick-or-treating, autumnal crafts would be fun together, and watching Halloween/scary films appropriate to their age would be a nice experience. I'd decorate the house with them. Oh, a hayride would be cool together, I love those. AND DON'T FORGET JUMPING INTO LEAF PILES! I have a lot of ideas for someone who doesn't want to be a mom. Have you ever seen a fox? Yeah. At least one alive, a handful as roadkill. What color are the squirrels where you live? Brown. What do the trees look like where you live? Pine trees. Pine trees. What was the best vacation you’ve been on so far? Disney World as a kid. What is the best class trip you’ve been on? I really enjoyed the trip to Beaufort to an island of wild horses. The water was rough that day, and goddamn... watching the ocean in its aggression was unbelievable. Did you like field trips when you were a kid? UM, DID ANY KID NOT????? Do you find museums boring or interesting? Very interesting! Gimme a science museum and I'm SOLD. What are three issues you are passionate about? GAY RIGHTS, wildlife and nature conservation, women's rights and the pro-choice argument. What are three countries you have no desire to visit? North Korea, Iraq, and... uh... idk. I guess the Middle East in general. That shit's rough. Do you like your country’s flag? Sure? Stars r dope? Would you ever wear a shirt with your country’s flag on it? NO. What’s a medicine that makes you sleepy? Oh. My. God. When I was on three Klonopin a day (I'm now on just one and don't even take it every day), I literally could not function. There was one day in particular (I was on three very briefly bc of this) where I just slept until evening. I physically could not stay awake. I remember I was in the middle of watching a Game Grumps' Mario playthrough, and I'd only last like, ten minutes before I HAD to lie back down, and I'd fall back asleep in like, a minute. That was one of the most awful days ever, I was miserable. Do you like bath bombs? Sure, they're pretty. Who is your favorite neighbor? I don't actually know any. Who are your favorite small YouTubers? He's not very small, I think he's at about a million and a half subs, but Timmy Timato is so fucking iconic. He is an Actual Mood. I have no interest in what he actually posts; I just watch for him. As well, Johnny Paranormal is cool; he's a fuckin awesome guy and is chill and relaxing to watch. I don't watch him religiously, though. Rarely, actually. Who are your favorite big YouTubers? HAVE U HEARD OF????? THE MARKIPLIER GUY??????? What was your favorite girl group when you were growing up? I think it was the Pussycat Dolls, fuck off, don't say shit 2 me "Buttons" is still dope. Do you like Disney movies? Blocked & reported if you don't. What’s your favorite superhero movie? Man idk, I enjoy a lot. I enjoyed The Avengers, and Logan REALLY tugged at my heart. Do you have any credit card debt? I don't have a credit card. Have you ever been really late for work because you slept past your alarm? No. What was your favorite way to spend a summer day as a kid? Swimming. What’s the longest you’ve worked without a day off? Probably like... two days, lmao. It's not like I have a lot of experience. Have you ever been scammed? I don't think so. Where were you the last time you kissed someone? The airport. How’s your mental health? Are you feeling well? It's fine. Do you struggle with acne? No, not anymore. Do you have any uncommon interests or hobbies? RP is definitely the "strangest." Have you ever fostered an animal? No. Are you the clubbing type? Definitely not. Never been, not interested. Bar goer? No. I don't trust strangers + alcohol, and I'd be really scared of being hit on. Song you can’t stand? I don't think there's a song I've heard that I hate more than "Welcome To The Machine" by Pink Floyd. Well, correction, "Friday" by Rebecca Black. That autotuned to all fuck voice is just... major ew. Is your ex sexually attractive to you still? Jason is. Well, if he looks the same as last time I saw him, which was in 2017. Juan doesn't look half bad. Aaron's cute. What is unattractive about them? Jason: fucking communication skills. Juan: his reckless streak. Aaron: nothing that I know of, he's a sweetie and on a great path. Your hottest ex’s name starts with the letter what? J. Pick two highlighter colors: Yellow, Pink, Blue, Purple, Orange. Pink and orange. Has anyone ever written on you? Who hasn't been written on by friends with markers as a kid? Have you ever dated a fat person? Yes. Have you ever dated someone with a fine ass body? I mean this with total respect and love towards her: Sara's body is genuinely sexy. Her figure is amazing. Have you ever had any article of clothing tailored? What for? Yeah, for prom, as well as my sister's wedding. Do you welcome people back when they say they have returned? Yes. What are two foods you think taste good with whipped cream? I fucking hate whipped cream. How long would it take you to walk to the nearest fire hydrant? I've never paid attention, actually... Do you own anything that has the words or picture of ‘mustache’? Well my Mark tribute tat has the Iconic pink mustache on it, and the texting screen background on my phone is also a pink mustache collage-y thing lmao. When you see a feather on the ground, do you ever pick it up? Yeah, sometimes. If you eat it, what is your favorite way to eat beef? On a burger. How would you feel marrying the man you love who has already a son? I don't love a man, and I wouldn't marry anyone with a kid. Have you ever played Roller Coaster Tycoon? What did you think of it? No, but I had SeaWorld Tycoon or whatever it was called. I loved that game. When you are chopping onions, does it really affect your eyes personally? I've never cut an onion myself, but when I'm in the proximity of someone doing it, I feel mild irritation. How long can you hold your breath for? Is there anyone who is better? Idk, I don't feel like testing it. When was the last time you had a pet goldfish? What was its name? I couldn't even try to guess. Are you insecure about your height? What made you think this way? No. Do you enjoy mayonnaise with French fries? Why or why not? Um that sounds disgusting. Did your last significant other have a huge temper? Actually, he warned me that he can and he was nervous about me ever seeing it. I, thank Christ, never witnessed it, though. I would've broken the fuck down, I can't handle angry men. What was the topic discussed in the last meeting you attended? I don't know the last time I went to a "meeting." Honestly, when’s the last time you genuinely liked someone? Now. Are you Team Jacob, Team Edward, or you just don’t care? I've never been into Twilight, but I find Jacob way more attractive. Do you like it when questions are long and make you think? Yes. Have you ever had love at first sight happen to you? No. Do you think Avatar is really all that great? I'm assuming you mean the movie and not TLA? I never saw the full thing, but I would love it. Love or trust? Trust, I think. You can't love someone in a healthy fashion if you don't trust them. What do you think about sexting? Not about that personally. That'd be so awkward. Have you ever done it? Those days where RP mating scenes on YouTube were over private message, timeskipping wasn't a thing... oh boy. It WAS uncomfortable. Would you ever swim with dolphins? Yeah! Have you ever believed a stereotype? Probably at some point. Have you ever tried marijuana? No, though tbh I probably would (but not through smoking it) for anxiety and panic attacks if it was legal in my state. Is there any reason you should be in jail right now? Can you go to jail for illegally downloading, or it is just a fine? Idk. Did the house you grew up in have a big yard? I mean, it was decent. What has been the most difficult class you’ve ever taken? Latin. That shit was so hard. Do you have any medication that you keep with you at all times? Yes, for panic attacks. What’s something that’s much more difficult than a lot of people realize? Heartbreak. Were you raised by both of your parents? If not, then who raised you? Yes, but Mom played a larger role. Did any of the classes you took in high school count towards uni credit? No. First thing you wash in the shower? My hair. Do you plan outfits? "Not unless it’s a special occasion." <<< Are your parents strict? No. Would you go sky diving? Probably not. I'm afraid of heights, and I'd be really scared the parachute wouldn't deploy. Who sits behind you in your math class? Quite honestly, a bitch. She always has shit to say under her breath. Do you have good vision? No, it's awful. When was the last time you watched a show for people younger than you? Last I was with Sara. We're watching Avatar: The Last Airbender together. Have you ever snuck someone into your house before? No. Is there something your significant other does that bothers you completely? She's competitive and admits to it. A lot, particularly in writing, is a "mine needs to be better" thing. When was the last time you kissed someone on the cheek? When I saw my niece and nephew at my nephew's birthday party. How many best friends do you have? One. Did you ever get bullied as a child or were you the bully? Neither. Would you rather eat grape or strawberry jelly or jam? GRAPE. I hate strawberry jam/jelly. Do your parents ever send you to do their grocery shopping for them? No. Do you know anyone who has a speech impediment? I don't think I do personally. If you have your ears pierced, when did you get them pierced? When I was like... 11-12 or so, maybe? Possibly younger? Have you ever had a significant other who hit you? Fuck no. Do you own any exercise machines? No. Do you still leave/receive voicemails? If I need to, sure. School leaves me voicemails sometimes if I miss a call. Do you live in your hometown? No. Are you a festive person? Do you enjoy holidays? Not very festive, but I mean, I enjoy 'em. Did you/Will you attend college? I'm back in college now!! You’re feeling down - do you listen to sad music or happy? Sad. Listening to music fitting my mood helps me feel related to and not alone. You’re looking for some new music - what’s your preferred way to discover? YouTube recommendations. Do you watch the news? No. What hooks you to a television show? The most important thing is A GOOD PLOT!!! It needs to be really interesting to me, bc I do NOT get into shows easily. As for funny shows, they need to be fuuuuunny. I don't think I could ever get "hooked" on a show again, though. I just don't watch TV. Have you ever received anesthesia or morphine? Yes. On the morphine occasion, it didn't do jackshit. I don't think they gave me nearly enough. Is there anyone that makes your skin crawl? The #1 thing that most fits the definition of "skin crawling" to me is seeing a fetus move from outside the stomach, especially the further the mother is along. It's fucking alien-esque and actually makes me scream and panic. Are people more likely to tell you to tone it down or to speak up? It can be either. Do you have a dining room in your house? No. Do you know the alphabet in any other languages? Very close to all of German's. I blank and aren't sure on a couple. How many people have you had sex with? One. Have you ever been surfing? No.

[mss4msu]

We Never Go Out of Style

Summary: You and Steve are in a continual on/off relationship when you finally decide you need to get out of the vicious cycle. That is until he shows back up and convinces you that your relationship never goes out of style.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Words: 2461

A/N: I wanted to write a fic using the lyrics from T. Swift’s “Style”. The bolded words are the lyrics, and they’re in order based on verse, so hypothetically you should be able to sing along. Also, this used to be a NSFW fic, but I’ve edited it to be clean.

Warnings: There is some angst bc it’s an angsty song. And there is “language”.

Photo Cred: http://alphalewolf.tumblr.com/post/128652676252 @alphalewolf

After a long and exhausting week of work, you decided you needed to blow off some steam. You called up Nat and Wanda and plan to hit the clubs. You spent the past hour dancing and giggling, and were somehow convinced that it would be a good idea to do shots in addition to the drinks you had already ordered. After your 3rd tequila shot you realize that maybe you should’ve just gone home and slept after work. The quality of the dance music was rapidly decreasing, and Nat and Wanda were busy flirting up guys to get them to buy them drinks. There were only so many random dudes you could feign interest in without getting bored. He was the only one on your mind.

“Hey, guys, this has been fun, but I think I’m gonna head home,” you tell them.

“You sure??” Nat asked, turning around from the bar with yet another free drink.

“Yeah, it’s been a long week and I just need to go sleep I think.”

“So it always goes with you. How are you getting home?” Wanda asks.

“I’ll just call an Uber, I’ll be fine! I’m going to run to the bathroom first though.” you respond.

While you knew you should just call an Uber, you also knew you’d rather see him. Although, the chances of him actually answering were slim to none. He was probably still on that mission to God knows where he had left on without telling you. You get into the bathroom and let out a sigh of relief to be able to hear yourself think again. You pull out your phone and check the time: Midnight. You find him in your contacts after a few minutes of searching. You had to stop changing his contact name every time he pissed you off. With each subsequent ring, your heart starts pounding louder and louder.

“Hello?” Your heart skips a beat as you hear his voice. “(Y/N)?”

“Steve,” you whisper. You realize you’re the only one in the bathroom. You clear your throat, cursing that tequila for making you think you should call him over a regular Uber. “Will you come and pick me up? I’m out at that dance club that we went to a few times. You know the one?”

“The one on 53rd? Yeah I remember it. Sure, i’ll be there in 10.”

“Yeah, that’s the one. Thanks,” you reply and punch the red button to hang up harder than you meant to. Why did you do this to yourself? He wasn’t even there yet and you already knew the night was going to end badly. To get your mind off of it as you wait, you decide to dance one last song with Nat and Wanda. Finally you feel the buzz of your phone.

“Alright ladies, that was my last song, my ride is finally here. I’ll see you later!” you see two new guys approach them as you turn to leave. They would be fine without you.

You get outside and see people stumbling around you. You look up and down the street, but see no headlights. You then hear a honk and your heart skips a beat. This was a big mistake, you think as you run over to his car.

“Hey,” you say as you slide into the passenger seat.

“Hey,” Steve replies. You hoped he noticed how damn good you looked. You had probably subconsciously planned to call him tonight, as you were wearing the shirt that best showed off your cleavage. “So you want to go home?” he asked

“Yes, please,” you respond, buckling your seatbelt and slouching into the seat. Your head was pounding from the silence after having spent hours listening to non-stop bass, and your heart was pounding to actually seeing him again.

“As you wish,” he said, turning the car back on.

“You finally got to The Princess Bride on your list?” you asked him. You had specifically requested that he watch it, but he had always put it off whenever you were together. You could never figure out why, as it was an iconic love story and the two of you had been in love once, at least you liked to think you had.

“Yup,” he curtly replied. From his short answer you could tell this was gonna be a long drive, but you noticed that what he lacked in words he made up for in the looks he kept giving you. He can’t keep his wild eyes on the road, you thought, feeling yourself start to blush. You could feel him undressing you at every stop sign and red light. At this point, you decided the night could end in burning flames or paradise.  

You jolt awake to the car coming to a halt and as your eyes fade into view, you see Steve reaching over and unbuckling you.

“Oh!” I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep!” Wow, Steve is finally back and responsive, takes me home, and I can’t even stay awake for it, you began to internally yell at yourself.

“It’ fine (Y/N),” he answered, holding the door open for you. “You know, it’s been a while since I have even heard from you.”

“Well, I haven’t heard from you either,” you start fumbling for the light switch, taking the time when the lights are off to compose yourself.

“I’ve been busy. I haven’t had time for anyone anymore. It’s not easy being Captain America,” he says as he’s taking off his coat.

“Hmm,” maybe that was true, but it was a bullshit excuse. “Yeah, that’s why I quit.” Nat and Wanda had been trying to get you to tell him for ages, but you wanted to keep this little piece of information to yourself until it was convenient to bring it up. The fact that he had had little emotion all night, which is probably what made you fall asleep in the first place, made you finally decide to share.  

“You what!?? Since when?” he asks with shock in his voice and wide eyes. Finally, you got the satisfaction of an emotional reaction.

“I got tired of all the drama, Steve. Saving the world every day takes a lot out of a girl.”

“What drama? Saving the world I get, I say all the time that it’s no easy job. But drama? I don’t know about that...”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Steve. I’ve heard that you’ve been out and about with some other girl. You obviously have time for someone.”

“Some other girl?” he asks and then pauses. Finally he says, “What you’ve heard is true, but I can’t stop thinking about you and I. Things didn’t really end well between us and I got lonely on that last mission, (Y/N). 3 months away from everyone I know and love and care about, and then one random person starts to give me some attention and I felt compelled to give it back. I’m sorry.”

“Steve, this is the biggest bullshit. Things didn’t end well between us because, yet again, Fury gave you an assignment and you just left without telling ANYONE. I swear, right now I should just tell you to leave ‘cause I know exactly where it leads...” but I can’t, you finish in your head. You couldn’t give him that satisfaction right now. You were too angry. “How many times will we let this relationship end and then stupidly decide to start it up again? I hate that I just watch it go round and round each time and never try to change it.”

“(Y/N), I said I’m sorry. I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately and I get that we are in this cycle of on-again off-again and everything you’re thinking, I’ve been there too a few times. I want to make this work though. I’ve had these past three months to really think about everything and I realized all of the mistakes I’ve made, especially when it comes to you and I’m ready to redeem myself. But, if you want me to leave, you got it,” he said with rejection in his voice.

You angrily look him up and down. You were extra pissed that he had that James Dean daydream look going on tonight. You felt your eyes well up with tears. No. You were not going to cry. He was not getting that satisfaction from you. He never understood that tears didn’t always mean sad. Right now you were pissed. You were pissed he’d gotten with another girl and you were pissed that he had cut you out of his life and you were pissed that he still looked so damn good.

“Something in your eye, (Y/N)?” he asked gently.

Shit. You were tired of him making you cry, and you had sworn to never waste your tears on him again.

“Steve, you’ve been gone for 3 months with no communication. No phone calls, no texts, not even a fucking letter. I know you know how to send a letter. That’s the only way you had to communicate ‘back in the day’!” you couldn’t help the sarcasm that came out.

His face fell. You would maybe have felt a little badly about it if you hadn’t been so heated it. Thank you tequila! you thought. You were finally going to get all of this off your chest and he was just going to have to take it.

“You’ve been gone for months and I still can’t forget you! Anytime I go out I got that red lip, classic thing that you like. I still dress like I’m trying to impress you even when you aren’t here. That’s fucking ridiculous. We just live in this fucking cycle of being together and everything going great and then you get some ‘super secret’ assignment and go away for months with no word and then, wouldn’t you know it, you show up again just as I’m ready to move on! I’m so exhausted by it! When we go crashing down, we come back every time and I just can’t take it! Plus, this time there was another woman involved. Like fuck, not only did you not make time for me, you somehow found time for someone else. Fuck you, Steve.” You were finally crying, you just couldn’t help it at this point.

“It’s ‘cause we never go out of style,” he says quietly to you.

“The fuck does that mean? Use modern terms, Steve.”

“I mean, we never go out of style. This relationship is one that will never get old, even when we do.”

“You know what does fucking get old, Steve? You leaving and me never knowing when you’re coming back or where you went, or apparently who you’re with when you’re there. I’m surprised you even answered tonight, let alone actually show up for fucking once.”

“I’m really sorry I’ve treated you this way, (Y/N). I really want to make it up to you.”

You stared him in the eyes and the softness in his made you take a deep breath and think about what he had said. Three apologies? In one night? There was no way that was what had been happening. In your anger you had probably imagined it. These things were never this easy. Any fight you had lasted hours if not days. He always fought you on any mistake you said he made, apparently his never giving up attitude applied not only on the battlefield, but in his romantic life too.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you say, to which he just shakes his head. You’re so struck with disbelief by his apparent change of heart that you take his silence as time to regain your train of thought. This also gives you a chance to really look at him. Apparently his attitude was not the only thing about him that was different. His hair had grown since last time you’d seen him; you’d never seen it that long. You noticed he also had his hair slicked back. And he was wearing a white t-shirt that you could slightly see through. Fuck, this happened every time too. You’d get pissed, fight, and then remember how fucking hot his body was. The silence between you became more deafening than the music in the club.

He was the first to break the silence. “You’re right, I’ve been absent and it hasn’t been fair to you. I’ve never made the time for you that you deserve and I’ve always put myself first. I’ve really been re-considering my behavior and how I let my job get the best of me, and I got to thinking about how I let myself get the best of me too. You have always been the best part of my life. Everything about you is perfect for me: you are, or were I guess, in the same line of work, you’ve got that good girl faith that a God-fearing man like me looks for, and you look damn fine in a tight little skirt. And you’re right, when we go crashing down, we come back every time. So, let’s stay together this time. I’m telling ya’ gorgeous, I only need one more chance to prove it to you.”

“Why? Why should I think you have or will change? Why would I give you another chance?” you ask him, although hearing him talk about why you were perfect for each other had caused you to feel butterflies in your stomach. It had also caused your underwear to get slightly wet.

“‘Cause we never go out of style,” he repeated.

Your heart was racing. You had been avoiding eye contact during his whole apology, afraid that if you looked at him, you would give in too quickly. Hearing him talk about why he wanted to be with you and having him pledge to not break your heart again, caused you to finally look up. His blue eyes pierced yours and you felt a jolt in your gut.

“Steve, how can I be sure? How can I know you’ll treat me right this time? How can I trust you?” Tears began to sting your eyes

“Because, I love you, (Y/N). I always have and I always will.”

He stepped towards you, putting both his hands on your face, gently wiping the tears from your cheeks. You took a step towards him, feeling the warmth radiating from his chest.

You looked him straight in the eyes, “Always?”

“We never go out of style,” he replied, his fingers tangling in your hair as he put his hands on the back of your head, pulling you in for a kiss.

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Drummer Girl pt.3

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A/N: There are a lot of POV switches so forgive me in advance. Also, can someone help me make a masterlist because I’m struggling..

Roger Taylor x OC

Warnings: language, bad writing bc I’m tired

Lavender’s POV

Sunlight beams in through the windows and shines through my closed eyes. I attempt to pry open my eyes when I’m blinded by the brightest white. Groaning and closing my eyes again, giving up on trying to see anything, I stretch only to feel a sharp pain seep through my whole head. This seems bad but I’m use to it now. Yeah, yeah, call me an alcoholic, but this is the only way for me to cope. Blacking out drunk is quite a common occurrence these days, a few months back my mom passed away, at least she’s reunited with pops. My grief was too much for people to handle I guess. It was my fault anyways, moping around and my self deprecation was my way of coping, but it was too much for people to handle. Soon enough my boyfriend broke up with me and my closest friends lost contact. I guess I just decided to hide my true feelings deep down and drink ‘em away. The only thing keeping me sane now a days is the band. They’re all I got in this shit hole of a world.

I reach over for the pain reliever I keep on my nightstand, attempting to feel for it while keeping my eyes closed, but I don’t feel it there. ‘Huh, that’s weird, I always keep my pills here’ I think to myself. I squint so I can see enough and I realize, this isn’t my room. Then it hits me. This strong scent of cologne could only mean one thing. I went home with a guy. By now I’m fully awake, head still pounding, but fully awake. I look down to see I’m in nothing but an oversized shirt. The first thing that passes my mind was ‘did I sleep with this man?’ I check and see that my undergarments are still on. I sigh in relief, but I still am in a strange man’s home.

I roll off the bed onto the cold floor and shiver a little. Slowly but surely I make my way to what I assume is the living room when I hear a flirty giggle. I arch my eyebrow. Am I in a girl’s house? What is happening? I keep walking until I see Roger and some redhead getting frisky on his lap. I cross my arms and the girl spots me.

“Ummm Rogey...” she says glaring at me, “who’s that?”

He looks over at me and I smile devilishly and wiggle my fingers at her.

“I’m your worst nightmare sweetie, now scram unless you want me to prove it” I say narrowing my eyes.

Her eyes widen as she grabs her purse and struts out quickly, but not before she flips her hair and slams the door. I snicker at the sight.

“Oy! What the fuck was that for?” He says frustrated. He strides over to me and uses his height thinking that it might intimidate me. I scoff.

“I don’t think you get to ask questions before me.” I say poking his chest as he falls backwards a bit looking a bit flustered. “What did you do last night and I swear to God if you did anything to me-“

“No. I didn’t.” He said putting his hands up in defense, “you were so fucking wasted I took you home.”

“And you promise that’s all?”

“Yes! And I even slept on the couch.”

“Well then, I take back my statement.” I say crossing my arms

“No ‘I’m sorry’?” he says smirking at me, “no thank you? How bout an ‘I’m sorry about scaring my date away and thank you for protecting me life’?”

“Nope, she didn’t seem like your type anyways.” I say trying to walk away. I wanted to get my stuff and leave, I had to go to work, hungover or not. Roger had other ideas, he grabbed my bicep and pulled me back.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” He said smiling down at me, “I’m not done talking to you” his gaze fell on to me and stayed too long for my liking.

“I going to be late for work” I said turning and pulling away. He grabs my waist and pulls me me back “you owe me, and by the way, you look ravishing in my clothes only”

I don’t think, I just slap his sorry face. “Get your paws off me. I don’t owe you shit. I’m a capable woman and I could have taken care of myself last night! I didn’t need some Prince Charming to swoop in and take me home.” I spat.

Roger’s POV

I clutch my cheek where it stings. Man, this lady has a strong hit. Out of all the times I’ve been slapped, this has to be the worst. I look at her dumbfounded. Don’t get me wrong, she looked smoking in my shirt and her bed hair, all of it was instinct and it usually works. The hip grab, all of it! Who is this lady to turn me down especially after all I’ve done for her.

“You ungrateful brat” I say. This whole thing is new for me. Girls rarely turn me down, and it’s never been like this. I honestly don’t know what to do.

She scoffs and walks off. I don’t chase her, I leaver her be, except for the death glare I send her way as she walks out my door. She throws my shirt into my chest and walks out.

I should be done with her. She should be out of my head, but for some bloody reason, she’s all I can think about.

Lavender’s POV

The nerve of that man-child! How am I the only woman to put him in his place? Ugh, now I have to go to work hungover and enraged. I walk through the doors of the small music store only to be greeted with,

“Oy! Liu, you late, again!”

“Yeah, thanks for the reminder Pat” I say slowly wobbling over to the desk.

“You look gross” I roll my eyes at the statement, “are you hungover again?”

“I’m also pissed, so get on my nerves. I dare you.”

“Calm down goodness” he says putting his hands up in surrender. “How’s this, you’re teaching the 3:30 guitar class today...” he says as I groan, “but! I will sub for you, if you tune for me today.” I hated tuning, I had to go around and tune all the guitars, ukuleles, violins, etc..., but I would much rather do this than teach a bunch of noisy kids, especially today.

“Deal.” I said as his face lights up.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~time skip~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I’ve tuned like half the guitars and two violins. By now I’ve already gotten tired of it and started procrastinating. I strum the riff to “Paint it Black” by The Rolling Stones. I want to play this at our next set and was going to ask Pat about it until I heard a voice.

“That was really great Lav. I didn’t know you were into the Stones.”

“Brian?” I say looking at him, he looks pale and sickly.

“Are you hungover as well? You look like you’ve been drinking gasoline for 5 years” I say snickering.

“Thanks, but no. I’ve been pretty sick and honestly I shouldn’t have gone to that party.” He says as he takes a sip of his drink.

“Well then, I just have to ask, why are you here? Is it just a coincidence or have you been stalking me Mr. May?” I say putting the guitar back on the stand.

“Well I was going to call you, but I found out where you worked and decided that following and telling you in person would be easier.”

“That’s not creepy at all.”

“Just hear me out ok? See I have a practice tonight with the guys because we’re touring a new album soon, but I’m clearly not in any shape to go. They’re only rehearsing this one song that isn’t quite perfect yet, but I wrote it so I obviously know what I’m doing.” I roll my eyes at his last statement.

“Ok so what does this have to do with me?”

“As I said, I know what I’m doing, but the guys need to practice, but I’m too sick... so I need you to fill in for me today. I can teach you right here right now and I already asked Fred and he’s alright with it.”

It all sounds like a solid plan until I remember Roger is part of Queen and I don’t want to see that douche again today. “I don’t think so Brian. I just want to go home and sleep.”

“Please Lav! I really need you to help me out! Your the only one capable that I know.” He begs. I just look at him with an unreadable expression, “I’ll pay you!”

“Thats all I needed to hear.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~time skip~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Roger’s ROV

“Where the hell is Brian? We were supposed to start over half an hour ago?” I say getting very impatient. That stupid Lavender girl has been stuck in my head and I just want to go home and relax.

“You haven’t heard?” Deacy says looking at me

“Haven’t head wha-“ just as if the world was reading my mind, Lavender busts through the doors with a guitar slung across her shoulders.

“What the hell is she doing here?!”

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A Series of Nice Things bc We Deserve Them

Set in Eliot's 'I got drunk married to a sports superstar wat do' verse, co-starring aftg's Kevin Day but honestly if you’re just looking for some Nice Eliot & Quentin content after that dumpster fire of a finale, i welcome you with open arms;; verse tag is here, the tl;dr is el accidentally marries a Very Famous Sports Guy while drunk in vegas and shenanigans ensue and they fall in love for real. dedicated ofc to @im-possiblelimits ♥

The 'what am I fucking doing for the rest of my life if magic never comes back' fear comes creeping back on him. 

He and Kevin have multiple important conversations. 

Kevin Day gives the best fucking pep talks ever. Eliot walks away from every hard conversation with him wondering how he got so lucky. 

 Eliot becomes a fashion designer 

 And hes fahcking BALLER at it !!!!!!! 

 He collaborates with Margo for a few collections; they become instant classics. 

 Margo models in like every show. 

Eliot watches in Absolute pride. 

Frankly???? El designs all his dresses for her specifically. 

Routinely he either flies Quentin and Margo out to Chicago or goes to New York and crashes on Margo's couch. 

Obviously Margo and Q stay in The Condo, in Eliot's old room which still houses a good portion of his stuff. 

 Once he starts raking in that Goöd designer cash, he gets them both stupid expensive gifts just cause. 

 "Eliot this bikini top is made from Swarovski fucking crystal" 

"Eliot I CAN'T accept this case of Moët" 

 ........"please just let me love you :( " 

Of fuckin COURSE he gets box seats to a T Swift concert & takes Q along. 

"How did you...?" "I'm making her a dress. Oh yeah, we're meeting tomorrow to consult and you're coming with." " .O." 

 This hurts extra good and cozy bc when Eliot moves from NY he makes Q promise him to always text him a singular emoji if he feels Bad(TM). 

Eliot tells him that he doesn't care what time it is or what he has going on or even how bad Q feels, he'll drop just about anything. 

El always texts back asking if hes up for a phone call. Usually he is; cue Eliot gently asking about what he ate last, how much he's slept, if he's taken his meds. 

One time Q's completely despondent and Eliot starts racking his brain on what the next question should be when it just.......comes out of his mouth;; 

I stay out too late. Got nothing in my brain. That's what people say... 

 "...I had no idea you knew that song." 

 Kevin totally hears him but thinks better of ever saying anything about it. 

 Margo however razzes the hell out of him (only lovingly) 

Suddenly its Eliot taking Kevin to events instead of vice versa and everyone loves him 

Eliot does some of his best sketch work at Kevin's practices. 

Just practices tho, games are too high stakes and theres too many people around.  

He always makes jokes at the end of the season about it being the end of the season for him too bc of that. 

Eliot does try very very hard to balance attending exy games & practices and his own shit. 

He's way more willing to go to a game than go to an event alone; he'd so much rather go with Kevin especially as he cuts his drinking back to almost nothing. 

The exceptions tend to be when Margo (and Q) are in town. He's been known to bring them both. 

 Since its years later and his romantic feelings for Q are p much buried he gets a special kind of resentful about the fact that he can't just take Q to an event without it being An Issue(TM). 

Even when it's the 3 of them, rumors fly. Eliot's extra conscious of his body language at that point and hates that he has to be. 

He gets completely mortified one day bc of a hickey-slip that the press asks Kevin about. 

 "We think Q left it, what do you have to say?" 

 Kevin, raising his eyebrows: "No that was definitely me...." 

Eliot, putting his head in his hands: "Ohhhhh my god....." -Can we get back to politics (please?)- 

Q thinks the rumors are kind of funny He gets asked about it and hes just like "you've SEEN Kevin, right? Like......there's no competing with that, El's a lucky guy." 

Really who doesn't think Kevin's hot?????? ofc Q’s not immune

Idk how but through sheer force of will Q and Kevin become friends 

(or at least friendly-ish, which for Kevin? Fucking huge.) 

Like obviously its nowhere near the level of friendship between Eliot and Q but Somethin noice happens there however many years later. 

Q goes thru a bad breakup sometime down the line. Eliot asks Kevin if it's okay to fly him in. 

Kevin patiently tells him that he doesn't need to ask that anymore. 

 Eliot's floored bc hes never actually been with a guy who was so secure????? It gives him a lot of feelings about being trusted and loved and accepted for who he is and how he expresses his affection. 

 Idk all I can think of is it being like Friday night and the 3 of them are on the couch together. 

Q's sad and sleepy, his head on Eliot's lap, barely registering the Buffy episode El put on. Eliot's leaning against Kevin's shoulder, one hand holding his and the other absently playing with Q's hair, snarking lovingly every few minutes about the campiness. 

 Q apologizes to Kevin privately later on because oh god his head was just in his husband's lap and that's Super Weird, sorry.... 

That's probably about the time Kevin decides earnestly that Q's alright.   

Idk how but SOMEHOW Eliot's left with a toddler for a minute and we all cry together in this chili's 

 I decided its Q's, let Q be a dad tbh. He's together with Eliot's makeup artist who was a single father before Q came into their lives. 

 Anyway Eliot’s sketching--like always. He hands over his notebook for color palette planning and a few colored pencils. "You wanna color with me?" 

 Everything's fine until bab starts Screamin.   

 (Gentle voice) "What's wrong?" [Screaming] "You hungry?" [No.] "Are you thirsty?" [No] "Are you tired?" [Soft affirmative noises] "Let's take a little nap then."   

 Eliot just picks bab up with so much care and love in his eyes, holding them gently and off on a mission to find either a guardian or a soft reclining chair. 

Kevin witnesses all of this and is probably pretty sure he's never seen anything more wholesome in his damn life. 

 Kevin's most likely the one who suggests kids  (I'm guessing he's retired) 

Eliot probably would have but he just doesn't even think about it?? And then Kevin says in so many words that he'd be a good father and Eliot just about loses it 

 I can't decide if their kid's definitely a jock or definitely not a jock. Maybe they're a dancer? 

Regardless, they're both endlessly supportive 

 Eliot of fucking Course joins the PTA. 

His gym buddies flip their collective shits. 

 He's really out here advocating for good sex ed & preserving arts in schools bc hes a fuckin hero 

 Also family vacations to Everywhere but especially beachy places!!