#and then other times a flat out mean and jealous psycho

[theriverdalereviewer]

REALIZED SOMETHING CRAZY ABOUT MYSELF…

[jackassbrainrot]

can you make a bratty sub!bam x dom!reader smut where they have been mad at each other all day but one of them finally snaps and they make up? its okay if not but could you maybe add slapping in it :p thank you 🙏

treat me like there's no hell [bam x gn!reader]

desc: Bam seems to have forgotten who he belongs to, so you remind him

a/n: bratty Bam >>> got interrupted a bunch while writing so idk how much sense the whole thing makes but hope you enjoy anon! possessive reader whooooops!! reader and Bam do not know how to communicate properly

warnings: smut, arguing, slapping, teasing, edging, degradation, jealousy, use of the word whore (like three times)

word count: 1403

You were pissed. You'd come to LA to spend time with your boyfriend, who'd been away for ages filming, just to listen to him complain about Tremaine from the moment you landed. His bad mood soured your own, snapping at each other the whole day. But this was the last straw. You'd arrived at the hotel bar mere minutes after the Jackass crew, only to see your dear boyfriend flirting with some D list celebrity hanging off his arm. "Pretty boy in trouble?" That familiar southern drawl snaps you out of your one-sided staring contest, noticing that you've been staring down your boyfriend less subtly than you'd thought. A deep hum leaves your throat, your lips pressed together angrily, making PJ laugh. "Go easy on him!" You hear him yell after you as you made your way towards Bam, yelling back a "No chance!"

"Hey, babe! This is-" You didn't care, for them or anything Bam had to say. You grabbed his arm, pulling him up forcefully. "Hi, nice to meet you. Sorry, I have to steal him away from you for a bit." The words left your mouth faster than you thought they could, a fake smile plastered across your face as you pulled your boyfriend out of the bar, pushing him into an elevator.

"The fuck is wrong with you?" He snapped at you while you were fumbling for the key to the room you two shared. "I could ask you the same thing." He had the audacity to look at you with genuine confusion, making you see red right as the ding of the elevator signaled that you were so close to your destination. You pulled him down the hallway, unlocking the door of your room swiftly and pushing him in. The force made him trip over his feet, falling to the floor, catching himself so his head doesn't hit the hardwood. "Have you gone fucking psycho?"

He tries to get up, his attempt quickly curbed by your palm falling flat on his cheek, making his head spin, losing balance again. Your hand tangles in his hair, keeping him in place as you examine the angry red mark you left on his pale face. His mouth was agape, sharp little breaths slipping past his pink lips, but there was still a defiant glint in his crystal blue eyes. "Have you been trying to piss me off all day or does that just come naturally to you?" You were staring daggers down at him, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "I mean, I do get paid for being an asshole."

Another slap rings out, both of his cheeks now painted an angry red, his face stinging. His eyes were glazed over, the snarkiness gone from his face, and as your eyes drifted down his body, you could see the bulge in his tight jeans. "You're such a whore." Your words seem to go straight to his dick, but that little bit of defiance still left in him gave him the courage to shake his head, as much as he could with the iron grip you still had on his hair. "Oh, you are. Whoring yourself out to anyone who looks at you."

"You're jealous." He says almost gleefully, the cogs in his head finally turning enough for him to realize why you were mad at him.

"I'm not jealous, you're just mine."

His eyes closed for a moment, his breathing ragged. You let go of his hair, taking a step back. "Take your clothes off and get on the bed." You sat on the bed with your back against the headboard as you watched him strip before crawling onto the bed. You maneuver him so he's sitting between your spread legs, his back pressed against your chest.

Your fingers ghost against the inside of his thigh, dangerously close to his dick, but never quite reaching it. You ran your other hand along his ribs, tracing his tattoo, feeling the goosebumps rise on his skin. The touches were feather light, barely there, and you knew it was driving him crazy. Your breath ghosted against his neck, lips barely touching his skin. He was getting more and more impatient, body bucking into every touch, trying to make it last longer, to feel it better, but you'd just move your hand away until he settled back against your chest.

"Please." He whine out, head lolling back onto your shoulder. "Please what, Bam?" Your lips brush against his ear, making him shudder again. "Please touch me." He sounded so desperate, his voice weak and frustrated. You hummed, moving your hand to rest on the dip between his hip and his thigh, so close but not touching. "Do you think you deserve it?" He keened, a pathetic little "no" leaving his lips, swollen from how much he'd been biting them.

"Good answer." It's mocking, mean, yet you wrap your hand around him, thumb circling the head, spreading precum around the tip. He writhing in your grip, desperate for more, but he knew better than to move without your permission. Your hand moved up and down agonizingly slow, each tug pulling a new little noise out of your boyfriend. His body tenses up, muscles going taut. And you stop. Your hand moves away from his dick, leaving him bucking up into nothing.

He grabs your wrist, trying to pull your hand back. "Please, I'll be so good, please." Oh, how you loved hearing him beg. You kept your hand away from his crotch, wanting to hear him beg a little longer. "Apologize." The king of MTV, Bam Margera, does not apologize. He whined again, knowing you wouldn't touch him anymore if he didn't listen. "'m sorry" He mumbled, turning his head away from you as he did. "What'd you say?" Your lips pulling into a sly smile, knowing you had him cornered. It was either his ego or his orgasm, neither of which he was happy to let go.

"I'm sorry." He finally spoke, louder this time, after a minute of silence. It wasn't enough though, not for you. "What are you sorry for?" He groaned when he realized you weren't going to let him have it that easily. There was another beat of silence before he spoke again. "For bein' a dick today." You hummed, wrapping your hand around his cock, not moving. "And?" His chest rose with a deep breath, the heat of your hand fogging up his brain. "Bein' a whore."

"That's right." You cooed, biting his jaw lightly as your hand started moving, faster than before. His little whimpers only spurred you on, speeding up. You felt him tense up, so close to cumming and you stop, again, holding it by the base. "No, no, please, I said I'll be good. I'm being good, please." He sounded wrecked, his hips twitching up uselessly as you held them down with your free hand. "Look at me, Bam."

He turned his head towards you, meeting your gaze for the first time since he'd sat down in your lap. "You're mine. Only I get to see you like this, only I get to make you feel like this. No one else gets to touch you. Isn't that right, angel?" A ragged breath left his lips, cowering under your intense gaze. "Fuck, yeah, only yours." You smiled, connecting your lips in a sloppy wet kiss as your hand started moving again.

It didn't take long for Bam to cum all over your hand and his own stomach, moaning your name into your mouth. He curled up into you, whispering a string of love you's and all yours' into your neck, pressing little open mouthed kisses all over it. "You did so well." Your ran a hand through his hair and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "I'm sorry I got mad at you, sweetheart."

"I'm sorry I made you mad." His voice was soft, still somewhat wrecked as he nuzzled closer to you. "That was hot though." You felt him smile against your neck, reverting back to his usual cocky self. "Oh my god, you're insatiable." You laugh, pulling him into another kiss. "What!? Can I not like being slapped around a little?" He countered, laughing along with you as you both settled on the bed, too lazy to take a shower.

"Should make you jealous more often."

"Don't even think about it."

[algolagniaa]

some thoughts:

people talk about masochism like a way to punish yourself or work out subconscious self hatred but that isn’t what it is for me. for me it’s more about pain and intensity meaning I am alive. love is nothing without pain. you cannot have the fullest expression of the human experience without pain. to be alive and real and human is to feel things, both physically and emotionally.

I have always craved intensity and emotional highs and lows but at the same time distrusted it. a lot of my life (despite what it’s looked like on the outside) has been flat and blank, so much so that I might not have lived it. now it’s anything but. I was so jealous of everyone who could actually live when I wasn’t because I wanted to feel things too, but I also held myself back from doing so. I didn’t even realize I was doing this, but I did it because I didn’t trust my own emotions. I detached from them so I could keep control of the situation. I don’t even want control of the situation usually!! but not having it is scary

this actually WAS unconscious self hatred because if I didn’t care nothing could hurt me. if I never fell in love I never had to be vulnerable. if I never gave a fuck about my job I wouldn’t be upset when I got fired. if I kept everyone at arms length I wouldn’t have to ever feel rejection, and if I viewed people primarily through a lens of what I could get from them I wouldn’t have to face the fact that really I deeply deeply wanted them to like me. somehow I could never fathom the idea that I might just be good enough and find a place somewhere in the world. the area of my life I’ve been most able to let myself shine (petty crime) is something that specifically involves working against other people instead of with them, because if I can win against them I don’t have to feel inferior to them.

every decision in life for everyone is made out of love or fear or sometimes a combination of both. I never thought of myself as a fearful person but I really was, just detached from it. and now I am choosing love for the first time ever and so I am afraid all the time. what if I lose control?? what if everything I love so much gets taken away from me? what if too much of Me leaks out and everyone realizes they don’t want me around anymore and I lose everything again and I end up dying alone in the dark? i am talking about many different areas of my life not just my relationship but that one is particularly absurd to me bc I Want to hand over control in that relationship, yet I’m afraid of losing control of the ways that I give up control.

but I want to be afraid. I want to live deliciously. I want to be Hazel the person not Hazel the character played by changeling void psycho. whatever emotions I am dealing with now they are a hundred thousand times better than the grey flat void I lived in before. it’s the rush I get from jumping off a cliff into deep water or from zip lining or the biggest drop in a roller coaster only now I can get that just from living. and everything is so big and beautiful and I love being alive

[melhekhelmurkun]

Long post ahead, babes, I’m sorry ab that! And a quick reminder beforehand: this blog is anti-Denethor. I do not like him. I think he was an abusive father and a very cold man. I would have put this under an anti-Denethor tag, but there isn’t one as far as I can tell. If you are a Denethor stan, I do not mind if you reblog and add your two cents to this, just please be respectful! While I love a good debate and I like to see the other side of people’s views, I am not going to be flat-out arguing with anyone about my opinion on this character, especially not trolls who attempt to bait me into anger. This post itself is not a bait at Denethor stans. I am, again, not trying to start a fight. This is just my opinion on him, and I am sort of playing devil’s advocate against myself anyways.

You know what? I will admit that Denethor was a brilliant Steward for most of the duration of the War of the Ring. I will admit that. Before he went psycho nuts and tried to burn himself and Faramir alive, I will admit that he was a pretty great leader. Dude was a fucking abysmal dad but he was a good Steward who led Gondor through a war - a war in which Gondor was fighting MORDOR! Mordor and Sauron! Nazgul probably featured in most battles in the late end of the War, when they weren’t ring-hunting. Hundreds of thousands of orcs, all on Gondor’s doorstep.

Minas Tirith was right there! It wasn’t further back in the White Mountains, it wasn’t closer to Dol Amroth, it was right fucking there facing Mordor and Minas Morgul directly. Everyday the people who lived there had to wake up and see their doom on the horizon. They had to see black mountains and unnatural storm clouds and flames in the sky. Everyday. But they didn’t panic (much) and they didn’t flee - some did, of course, but there were a lot of citizens still in Minas Tirith! They were all there because they believed their armies would protect them. They believed the walls of the fortress would protect them. They believed their Steward would protect them, that Denethor would protect them and lead them to victory and peace!

Boromir talked about his father’s rule failing, in Lothlorien. He talked about how Gondor was losing hope, losing faith, but this is well into the war at this point. Denethor became Steward in 2984, a year after Faramir was born and the same year of Ecthelion’s death. Then, in 3001, Bilbo leaves and gives the Ring to Frodo, who Gandalf tells to keep it safe while he tries to figure out what exactly it is. That’s 17 years as Steward, Sauron will soon have enough power to start seeking the Ring in earnest - but first he must go through Gondor.

Aragorn and Gandalf capture Gollum in 3009 and take him to Greenwood the Great (aka Mirkwood) so King Thranduil can have him imprisoned. This is more or less where the War begins, I assume. Saruman starts to weaken and ensnare Theoden in 3014, 5 years after the War started. That’s 5 years that Denethor has been leading Gondor against Mordor. Then 4 years later, the Nazgul are released to find the Ring + attack Osgiliath, which is a very important control point in this War.

As everyone should well remember, it was only after Osgiliath was fully lost to the orcs that the tide of the War turned entirely in Sauron’s favor, and it was only with Aragorn’s intervention with the Men of Dunharrow and the Rohirrim that Gondor survived. This means that for about 9 years, Denethor has been supporting and leading Gondor, making sure the spirits of the kingdom do not fall as the kingdom itself surely would if the people lost hope. Boromir has of course been doing most of the fighting as Captain-General, and Faramir has been doing a good bit of it as well as Captain of the Rangers, but the Steward is just as important as either of them in making sure that Gondor gets through this War.

The Council of Elrond is also in that same year the Nazgul are released (obviously) and that takes place in October. The Fellowship leave in December, making it to Moria and Gandalf’s death in 3019. That’s another year to add to Denethor’s rule during the War of the Ring. 10 years total fighting directly against Mordor, and it is only during the last year and a half of that fight that Denethor’s rule and sanity began to decline (I assume). However much I hate to say it, he’s very strong. You have to be of strong will and strong mind to go up against such a terrifying foe, and even stronger to battle him in the sense of the mind - which he did, with the Palantir.

Denethor regularly used the Palantir to get an edge over Mordor, and though Sauron likely manipulated what he was seeing and even directly spoke to him through the seeing stones, the Steward did not give in to him. He is an incredibly strong individual. Jealous and cold, stubborn to the point of malevolence at times, abusive and downright cruel when it comes to Faramir, but strong. I can respect his ability to lead, even if I fucking hate him with all of my being. I know I definitely would not have been able to lead a kingdom like that for two weeks let alone 10 years.

Anyways, just my thoughts on this. Sorry for the long post, doubly sorry if I got some of the timeline wrong (my favorite timeline website for tolkien was taken down, so I had to rely on the fandom wiki instead, meaning I got none of the explanations and half of the important dates)

[sachas]

TASK: CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT.

BASIC INFORMATION.

Full name: Aleksandr “Sacha” Ruslanovich Tarasov

Nickname: Sacha, Cha Cha ( taking applications for others xoxo )

Birthdate: 17th of December, 1989

Age: 32

Zodiac: Sagittarius Sun, Leo Moon, Scorpio Rising

Gender: Nonbinary

Pronouns: He/him & They/Them ( used interchangeably )

Romantic orientation: Biromantic

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Nationality: Russian

Ethnicity: Russian

Rank: Dominion

Affiliation: Death

BACKGROUND.

Birthplace: Moscow, Russia

Hometown: Moscow, Russia

Social class: Upper class

Educational achievements: Bachelor’s and Master’s degrees in Psychology from The Sorbonne ( mostly paid for with daddy’s money x )

Father: Ruslan “Lana” Yevgenovich Tarasov

Mother: Alexandra “Sanya” Pashovna Tarasova

Siblings: None

Pets: None

Previous relationships: 

Though Sacha prefers to keep his relationships loose, often leaving things without labels, there are a few notable entanglements.

- Saint Warden: The two experience a brief and heady whirlwind relationship ten years ago, one Summer in Paris bringing them close together, high off the drugs and each other. While a young Saint was fast to fall in love, Sacha cuts things off quickly, rathering to keep things casual than let someone become his weakness. Over the years, they reconnect occasionally, their affairs stretching a few days or weeks before the illusion is shattered again, sending Saint off again back home to London.

- Laura Vardhamana: Who’s chasing who here? Maybe that’s half the excitement, Laura plays hard to get with ease and Sacha knows they’ve met their match. Late night hook ups meld into something more, an uncanny amount of time spent together, their relationship developing a seriousness that Sacha’s never experienced. He gets suspicious, uses connections in Death to check out Laura’s tech from a far. There it is — bank statements, withdrawals and transactions made, Sacha’s been conned and is made quite the fool. So they blackmail her, turning the same receipts into threats of prison or Death.

Arrests: Breach of the Peace ( during a Death-staged protest )

Prison time: None

OCCUPATION & INCOME.

Current occupation: Executive Producer, Pale Horse Media / Dominion, Death

Dream occupation: He doesn’t dream about working, only having power

Past jobs: Never truly worked a day in their life x 

Spending habits: As Death’s benefactor, Sacha allocates a certain amount of money from his family funds to the cause. On top of that, their personal spending could be described as excessive, spending mostly on clothes and other impulse buys.

In debt?: Hahaha

SKILLS & ABILITIES.

Physical strength: Average

Speed: Average

Intelligence: Above average

Accuracy: Above average

Agility: Above Average

Stamina: Average

Teamwork: Because he’s so good at manipulating others to bend to his will, Sacha doesn’t mind teamwork, though he would much rather work alone if possible

Talents: Persuasion, Manipulation, making playlists and mean cocktails

Shortcomings: Detached, vain, selfish, jealous 

Languages spoken: Russian, English, French

Drive?: Yes

Jumpstart a car?: No, they have people for that 

Change a flat tire?: No, they have people for that 

Ride a bicycle?: Yes

Swim?: Yes

Play an instrument?: Piano ( strict lessons from his childhood burning scales into his brain )

Play chess?: Yes

Braid hair?: No

Tie a tie?: Yes

Pick a lock?: No, they have people for that 

Cook?: hahaha 

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS.

Face claim: Robert Pattinson my beloved

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: Dirty blonde

Hair type: Mostly straight with waves / 2a curl pattern

Glasses/contacts?: No

Dominant hand: Right

Height: 6’1″ / 185 cm

Build: Lean

Exercise habits: Combat training and the occasional run once or twice a week, Sacha’s definitely not passionate about exercise

Tattoos: General Tattoo Inspo ( x, x, x ) 

Highlights 

- Death Skull on his left shoulder close to collarbone, able to be seen from straight on

- “Тарасов” or Tarasov in Russian under left collarbone 

- a shitty stick n poke pansy on his thigh, given by Saint around ten years ago

- “Ignorant Style” tattooing, really vibe with @/bad.badtattoos on ig’s style ( here, here, here, here, here, here, here, )

Piercings: Earlobes 

Marks/scars: Freckles across skin, though none too pronounced. A few scars from drunken shenanigans gone wrong — Sacha really becomes reckless when he drinks.

Clothing style: Varied. Some days, they’re very casual, slouching on stupid graphic tee with jeans, other days are more like sleek designer boots and trendy, high waisted pants.

Jewelry: On dressed-up days, Sacha might swap his basic silver hoop earrings for something with shine, or might throw on a sleek watch to impress. His family has passed down two items of significance: a signet ring meant for each patriarch of the Tarasov family, and his grandfather’s pocket watch. Neither are worn or used on regular occasion, though might be broken out when Sacha is sent on official Tarasov Media Conglomerate business.

Allergies: None

PSYCHOLOGY.

MBTI type: INTJ - The Architect

Enneagram type:  Type eight - The Challenger  ( independent, stubborn, determined )

Moral alignment: Neutral Evil

Element: Fire

Emotional stability: Sacha keeps emotions hidden well beneath surface, often disguising one emotion as another, whatever is the most useful for the situation. Most of the time, people perceive him as detached and cold, making it hard for him to maintain regular relationships for long.

Introvert or extrovert?: Extroverted

Obsession: Finding people’s weaknesses

Phobias: Snakes! Egads! 

Drug use: Recreational, mainly drugs like ketamine, molly, acid

Alcohol use: Daily, mainly vodka

Prone to violence?: No, would rather use their snakey ways   

Prone to crying?: hahaha, no

Believe in love at first sight?: No

MANNERISMS.

Accent: With years of effort and practice, Sacha manages to disguise his natural Russian inflection with something closer to a Southern English accent, though it’s not perfect and you can hear it on occasion, especially if he’s been drinking

Hobbies: Binging shit TV, giving shitty stick-n-poke tattoos, making shitty tunes on the piano, listening to music, demanding aux privileges 

Habits: Drinking, smoking, lying their ass off

Nervous tics: Clenching jaw

Drives/motivations: Power, control, greed, attention 

Fears: Failure, losing control, submitting to others 

Sense of humor?: Kinda fucked up tbh

Do they curse often?: Tastefully

FAVORITES.

Animal: Bears

Beverage: Iced Coffee or Vodka

Book: Bret Eason Ellis’s American Psycho 

Colors: Green, Purple, Silver

Food: PIZZA! but a childhood comfort food is syrniki 

Flower: Orchids

Gem: Chalcedony

Mode of transportation: Land Rover

Scent: Vanilla, Oud, Tobacco

Weather: Cloudy, breezy

Vacation destination: Swiss Alps

ATTITUDES.

Greatest dream: Becoming bigger and more influential than his father ever was

Greatest fear: Missing a huge opportunity, becoming irrelevant, being controlled 

Most at ease when: exerting control 

Least at ease when: being forced into something

Biggest achievement: Making a name for himself outside of Russia / Becoming the benefactor of Death

Biggest regret: Not negotiating with Uriel to enter Death as a Seraphim x 

[tomspancakes]

This Way: Part 5

*not my gif*

Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress! reader

Word Count: 4557

Warnings: Dickhole Tom

Summary: Uncharted filming is postponed and Tom comes back home.

A/N: Please lmk if you’re enjoying this series or have any constructive criticism for my writing! Don’t hesitate to ask to be a part of the taglist (if i can even make it work lol) Enjoy part 5, loves :)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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“What the fuck. She’s actually crazy! We have to do something about this. I mean she’s literally blackmailing Tom into staying with her!” Harry said loudly.

“Shhh, I don’t want the other boys to hear.” You said trying to quiet him down, “I know it’s crazy, but Tom and I said we’d figure out a way for her to stay quiet or something I don’t know. But the only thing we can do right now is let him stay with her.”

“But-”

“No, Harry, if you do anything she’ll expose Tom and I. E-even though we’re broken up I’m not ready for people to go digging into my past life. We’ll figure something out I promise.” He nodded understanding how much you cared about your privacy.

“Hey Harry and y/n. You guys down to-” Haz came into the living room and saw your puffy eyes and bruises forming on your left arm where Allana grabbed you. It was still a mystery that she was able to bruise you, “Oh what the hell happened, are you ok y/n?” He said very concerned and picked up your arm to examine it.

“I’m ok,” You laughed, “Just a little accident when we were coming into the house.” You said trying to not mention Allana.

“Oh it was definitely far from an accident. Allana came looking for Tom and she was-”

“Harrison! We have to go outside! Allana is going psycho on y/n and Harry!” Tuwaine came running down the stairs to show Haz the security footage, “Oh, oops… I thought this was going on now…” You all laughed.

“Anyway, Allana is way crazier than we thought, guys. She was trying to accuse y/n of trying to take Tom, calling her a ‘stupid whore’ and such. Well you can see it in the security footage. We can’t let her near y/n if she comes back.” Harry said and the boys nodded crossing their arms like they were your body guards and your heart melted.

“Aw you guys are gonna make me cry, love you guys,” They smiled at you, “but I can take care of myself. She’s just being a jealous girlfriend.”

“Uh no. more like a fucking psychopath.” Harrison said sassily and the boys agreed.

“Ok whatever she is, it doesn’t matter. You guys also can’t tell Tom what happened. We all know he’d come back in a heartbeat if he finds out.” The boys looked at you with a face like, ‘what the fuck?’. 

“He left to have some time for himself so we’ll give it to him. Plus he’s gonna start filming in a few days so we can’t distract him from his work.” The boys agreed because you made a valid point.

“As soon as he gets here though I’m gonna tell him to break it off with her.” Harrison said sternly and you got a little nervous about that.

-*One week before lockdown*-

It’s been a few days since Tom had left. Tom tried to reach out to you a few times, but you wouldn’t budge.

You were beginning to get nervous hearing about the restrictions of travel to the US and your manager, Stacy, called.

“Hey y/n how’s it going?”

“Well, I’m sad filming was cut short, but I guess I could use a break. I’m trying to find a plane ticket home, but they’re so hard to find since everyone is trying to go back to the states now.” You said nervously.

“Yeah, y/n, here’s the thing. I don’t think you should come back home.”

“What? B-but what about my family?” Your manager sighed.

“Look, you were gonna be gone from home for a few months already, if you stayed it’d be like the same thing. And who knows? You may even start filming in 2 weeks like they said. Plus it’s really not safe to travel at this time. I don’t want you to get sick and I’m sure you don’t want to get anyone in your family sick.” Stacy was making really good points, you sighed and nodded, “I’m sorry, y/n, just try to come to terms with it.” 

“Ok will do, Stacy. I’ll talk to you later.” She gave you an apologetic smile and hung up. You were upset, but at least you wouldn’t be alone right? Quarantining with 4 other boys was going to get real interesting… especially when one of them is your ex.

“Everything alright, Y/n?” Harry sat next to you on the couch. You shook your head and rested it on his shoulder. 

“I can’t go back to my family because of the virus.” He looked at you apologetically and rubbed your back.

“It’s gonna be ok you have me, Harrison, Tuwaine, and Tom will probably be home soon.” You nodded and felt a sense of comfort knowing Tom would be back soon.

- In Berlin, Germany-

Tom got a text from the producers for the entire crew to meet in the hotel lobby. Tom already had an idea of what was about to happen. As soon as everyone got there the director, Ruben Fleischer spoke. 

“Thanks for coming down everyone, I assume you already know what this announcement is about. We’re going to have to postpone all production of Uncharted until it is safe to return. I suggest that you make your way home soon since travelling restrictions are getting worse.” As soon as he finished talking Tom got a text from his assistant, Ben, saying that he already booked Tom a plane ticket last night because he heard the news beforehand somehow. 

Tom was sad that he’d have to leave doing what he loves most, but he was excited to go back home and see you and the boys. He thought of this as a nice little break, then he remembered he had to deal with Allana and he sighed.

He sent a text to a groupchat called, “y/n and divs,” (which consisted of everyone in the house) saying he’d be going back home now.

- Heathrow Airport - 

Tom tiredly tried to hail a cab until a familiar car pulled up in front of him. 

“Hey, Tommy.” Tom's eyes widened. How the hell did she know he was coming back? “Hop in, baby.” He gulped and walked into the passenger seat.

“How’d you know I was coming back?” Tom asked, a little freaked out.

“I had Ben update me since you weren’t responding to any of my texts or calls for three fucking days! Which we really need to have a chat about.” She said getting mad, then she breathed out trying to calm down and cleared her throat, “I’m just worried about you, Tommy.” She smiled at Tom and kept driving.

“Sorry I was really busy with work and they needed me to come to set early.” He lied, hiding the fact that he was trying to get away from her. He texted the, “y/n and divs,” group chat,

Tom: Hey, just landed. Allana picked me up. She's taking me back to her flat, I’ll try to be home before 8

Harrison: Oh shit good luck lol

Tom looked confused at the text. Did Harrison know something?

Tom’s heart sped up when he saw that you texted, but in a private chat. 

Y/n: Make good decisions… Be safe please x

It’s the only thing you’ve said to him in a few days. He knew you’d come around eventually and your concern for his safety made him smile. ‘Wait, why is everyone texting me like embarking on a dangerous adventure?’ He thought.

“Who’re the texts from?” Allana asked. 

“Oh uh nobody.” Tom quickly deleted his messages with you just in case Allana would see.

“Bull shit.” She said sternly and snatched Tom’s phone, “Ugh why does Harrison hate me so much?”

“Allana what the fuck you’re driving! What the hell is going on? You’ve been really cr- uh different since the dinner.” Her mood went from mad to sad in 0.0002 seconds as she pulled over. She sighed and said innocently,

“I-I’m sorry, Tommy. I-I guess I’ve just been so insecure ever since y/n showed up and I don’t want to lose you because you're such a great guy. And it really hurt that you left without telling me because it was our 5 month anniversary.” Tom’s eyes widened because he forgot about that and began to feel bad and sighed.

“Allana, why didn’t you just tell me that? You have no need to worry either, Y/n and I aren’t getting back together.” Tom hurt himself when he said that. He wished he could get back with you, but you just wanted to be friends. Allana perked up right away and leant over the console to give him a long kiss, but Tom cut it short, still not able to trust her. She cleared her throat and began to drive again.

-

“I’m going to use the loo really quick, then we can go pick up some dinner.” Allana said. Tom nodded and decided to check his security cams since he hasn’t in a while. He casually scrolled through the usual footage of the mail men and people coming into/ leaving the house, that is until he saw a video of Allana going to sit on the porch and noticed it was from the day he left. His blood began to boil when he saw Allana yank you back and say all those mean things to you. 

The driver door swung open, “Ok, ready to-”

“Allana what the fucking hell is this?” Tom hissed and showed Allana the footage. Her eyes went wide, 

“First off you left me without any warning. I’m your girlfriend, Tom! Second you didn’t answer any of my texts or calls on our 5 month anniversary. Third it really seems like you weren’t trying to stay away from y/n, don’t even think for a second I didn’t see what Tuwaine posted.” Tom looked at her confused, she groaned and pulled up the picture of you laying across all the boys. “Care to explain? Because I’m very close to exposing your little secret.” She said darkly.

“Allana, jeez that was before you started this insane ‘deal’ of yours. I swear.” 

“Hm, you got lucky this time Tom.” She snarled. Tom was getting fed up,

“That’s it. You called y/n really rude things and would have hurt her. I can’t do this anymore you’re insa-”

“Ohp stop right there, Tommy, if you’re trying to break up with me right now remember that the ball is in my court.” Tom furrowed his brows in anger, “If you do I’ll make the story worse. I’ll go straight to TMZ and along with your past relationship I’ll tell them that you and y/n were fucking behind my back. I’ll make sure to ruin both of your careers.” Tom stayed silent. 

“Oh, Tommy, don’t look so sad.” She said in a baby voice.

“I need to go. I can’t be around you right now.” Tom got out of the car and retrieved his luggage. She yelled behind him,

“Don’t forget about what I can do, Tom. I want you back at my flat tomorrow.” 

-

Tom walked to his friend Connor’s house which was only two blocks away and knocked on the front door.

“Hold on I’m coming!” The door swung open, “Tom? Mate, it’s been so long you ok?” They bro hugged before Connor let him in.

“No actually, I uh came here for some info…” Connor raised his brow, “about Allana.”

“Oh shit, Tom. I told you you should’ve left her as soon as possible.”

“Yeah I know. I-I don’t know why I didn’t listen to anyone. I guess I just wanted to be with someone.” He sighed and his mind went to you as he plopped down on the couch.

Connor patted his back and sat next to him, “It’s ok you’re not the first guy to have troubles with Allana. Well, what’d you want to know?”

“Every single detail of her last relationship.” Tom said sternly.

-

“Thanks for giving me a ride home and for telling me everything, mate. I owe you.” Tom said, giving Connor a bro hug over the console.

“Don’t even worry about it. You already got yourself in quite a pickle.” Tom laughed tiredly and turned to walk to the house. 

“Hey guys I’m home.” Tom said in a very unenthusiastic way. Nobody came to greet him or anything, he heard voices upstairs and decided to check it out.

“Bro, that’s sick! Do it again.” Harrison said amused. 

“Haha alright I will, give me a second. Y/n, are you recording now?” This time it's a familiar American voice that’s coming through the phone. Tom walked into your room to see all the boys huddled behind you at your desk. He knocked on the door frame and everyone turned around. 

“Aye look who’s back. It’s Tom!” Tuwaine cheered. Your heart skipped a beat with excitement.

“Oh, wait a sec not yet.” You said as all the boys went to greet Tom. You sat there afraid that Allana might be watching the instagram live.

“What’s going on here?” Tom asked, coming to look at your phone. He saw you were on an instagram live with Gavin Leatherwood. His heart dropped and his body began to heat up with jealousy. 

“Hey, Tom! Long time no see. I was about to do a double front flip. Did you just get back from filming?” Gavin asked nicely. Tom had a straight face the entire time. You could sense Tom was not happy and you watched him closely afraid he’d do something bad.

“Yep. Filming got cancelled for me.” He said seriously and stood straight up to walk away without letting Gavin respond. ‘Well that went better than expected.’ You thought. The boys looked at him apologetically, but went back behind you to watch Gavin flip.

“Uh, Gavin, why don’t you do that flip and that’ll be the last thing because we gotta go.”

He nodded and did the flip, sticking the landing perfectly. The boys cheered and everyone in the comments went crazy. 

“Nice, mate, you’re so good at that!” Harry said, clapping still. Gavin laughed,

“Thanks it took a lot of time for me to get that down. Alright you all gotta go now?” You nodded, 

“Yeah sorry, it’s around dinner time here now.” You said.

“No worries! It’s breakfast time for me anyway. Text me and send me the video.” You nodded and both said your goodbyes to everyone watching the live.

“Man that was dope. Y/n, you have to get him to hang out with us when this is all over.” Haz pleaded before speaking with Tuwaine. You giggled and nodded in agreement.

“Y/n, I don’t think Tom was very happy about that.” Harry said sticking with you as Haz and Tuwaine walked ahead.

“Yeah no shit, he had a straight face the whole time. Should I talk to him?” Harry shrugged.

“Maybe? I mean it seems like he’s already had a really rough day.” 

“Yeah I just don’t want to make his day worse-” Harry cut you off pointing at Tom sitting at the dinner table. He was drinking a beer and had an empty shot glass next to him,

“Looks like you should talk to him, hear him out or something. I’ll help Haz and Tuwaine cook dinner.” Harry sighed and walked to the other boys.

You nodded and made your way over to Tom rubbing his shoulder before sitting down, “Not even 20 minutes here and you’re already trying to get drunk?” You joked and he scoffed. Oof. “Wanna talk about anything?” You looked at him concerned. 

“Hm yeah I do. I’ve got a lot to talk about actually, but seems like you’d much rather drool over Mr. Leatherwood instead of listen to poor old Tom.” You sighed and gave him a sad look. 

“Tom, Gavin just joined my instagram live because he was bored. We were just entertaining other people.” You didn’t want to say anything more because you were worried Tom would only get more upset. 

“That’s fucking bull shit.” He hissed taking another swig of beer, “He was literally just trying to impress you with his stupid flip, which isn’t even that impressive. You know I could do that too, y/n. He’s not special.” His jealousy was beginning to show. You smiled a bit at him and nodded, 

“I’m sure you can do that and more, but he’s just my friend and he knows that’s all he is to me.”

“Does he really? Or are you just saying that to make me feel better? Who decided to break up first in the relationship?” His voice was raising a bit and Harrison and Tuwaine kept looking your way. 

“Maybe we should take this conversation to the liv-” You said already standing up. But Tom lightly pulled your waist back down to the chair.

“No we’re going to talk about this here and now. Who decided to break up first?” 

“L-like I said, it was mutual.” You said softly

“No that’s bull. I can tell you’re lying.” You shut your eyes stressed and sighed,

“Ok, I was the one that suggested it.” Tom sat back looking satisfied taking a sip of his beer.

“Ya, that’s what I thought. You don’t like staying tied down. Did you also tell him you still wanted to be friends so that you could fuck him when you’re feeling lonely?” You stared at Tom in disbelief.

“What the hell, Tom?” He snickered darkly and shook his head.

“Oh my god, you’re not even fucking denying it. You probably go around telling guys that you’d be their friend instead of straight out rejecting them so you can fuck around with their feelings and have some sex when you feel like it.” Your vision began to get blurry with every word Tom said, but you refused to cry.

“You of all people should know damn well that I’m nothing like that, Tom.” You spat

“Do I really though, y/n?” Tom said, his voice booming. The other boys all turned to you two now. “You couldn’t even tell me the truth about you and Gavin and then I see the shit Allana did to you a few days ago? Well actually none of you fuckers bothered to tell me about it.” He said turning around and pointing at the other boys. “Damn it this is my house as well!” You stared at him with apologetic eyes.

“Hey, Tom. We didn’t tell you what went down because you said needed to leave for space and we gave it to you. Don’t blame y/n for anything.” Harry said standing up for you now. Tom scoffed.

He turned back around and looked at you straight in the eyes, “What, are you getting into my friends’ minds now? I left for you, y/n. I left so that I could fix shit and all for what? Fucking lies. That’s all I get in return,  and you never even communicated back to me. You were probably being petty because I left. Which again was for you damn it!” He was beginning to turn red and getting angrier by the second. Nobody was prepared for what he was about to say next.

“You know what? You’re a manipulative snake and get everyone wrapped around your little fucking finger so that they can do your work for you. You never probably even thought about how I felt about this situation or how I felt when you wanted to hide our relationship.” Tears rushed down your face now, “And you know what? I’ve fallen under your spell, but I can’t do it anymore, I’m done with your shi-” 

“Tom! You fucking dickhead. You don’t even know half the shit y/n has been through after you broke up. You can’t blame her for anything when she reached out to you and you couldn’t even work up the damn courage to simply reply.” Harry walked over to you and pulled you up as he glared at his brother. “Let’s go y/n. I’ll have the boys bring us food later and we can start a movie marathon now.” He comforted you as you walked away from Tom. 

“See, Harry? You’re falling for her shit too!” Tom said and Harry flipped him off. That made your heart break even more.

“Fuck!” Tom yelled and slammed his hands on the table. Haz and Tuwaine walked over to him and sat him down. All the words Tom said to you replayed in his mind and he immediately regretted saying them. 

“I fucked up didn’t I?” He asked his friends with his head in his hands.

“Majorly.” Tuwaine said.

“That was really harsh, mate.” Harrison said, “Why didn’t you tell us what was going on? You never even told us how you felt after you guys broke up. You kept saying you were fine when we tried to reach out.”

Tom sighed, “That’s because I’ve never felt that much pain before. I didn’t even know it, but I’ve been numb the whole time she was gone. I-I think I stayed with Allana because she distracted me from my heartache, and look how that’s going for me now.” He looked up at his two friends with tears in his eyes.

“W-well mate I mean anyone who was born yesterday could even see that Allana was just there to keep you busy…” Harrison said and Tuwaine slapped his neck while Tom groaned.

“God, Harrison, you’re shit at this. Tom, don’t pay attention to him. The only way you can fix this is by confronting the pain, not ignoring it. No matter how painful the feelings and memories are you need to bring them out and come to terms with it.” Harrison nodded.

“Yeah, you’re not the only one who’s felt pain before. You know I’ve been numb after a bad breakup before, and you were there to help me heal. It’s gonna be difficult to get over it trust me on that, but you have us here and your family to help you. Now if you don’t mind, why don’t you tell us what you’ve felt the past 6 months so we can help now.” Tom cried more and hugged Harrison and Tuwaine. 

“I feel very vulnerable right now, but thanks, you guys are the best.” They smiled and sat across from Tom to listen to his troubles.

“It’s ok to feel vulnerable sometimes.” Tuwaine said.

-

“Wow, I feel like shit, but also a little free.” Tom said sniffling, his eyes were beyond puffy, and they were hurting a bit. Both Haz and Tuwaine cried a bit as well.

“Yeah that was pretty heavy, but I know you’ll get through it, mate. You’re strong.” Tuwaine said with a smile and Harrison agreed,

“I think you should talk to y/n about this though. She needs to know what you’ve been feeling. Oh and of course apologize for what you said to her.” said Harrison. 

Tom nodded and asked, “Do you think y/n will ever forgive me?” 

“From what I know I think she’ll come around eventually, but you know her the best, mate.” Tom agreed and hoped to a high power that you’d forgive him even if it takes weeks. Tom was determined to win your trust and friendship back.

“Here take this food up to her and Harry as well.” Haz said, handing Tom two plates.

-

Tom lightly kicked your door because his hands were full. Harry swung the door open and clenched his jaw a bit when he saw Tom, but his expression softened when he saw how puffy and red Tom’s eyes were. 

“Well you look like shit.” Harry joked, making Tom smile a bit.

“I feel like it too.” Tom said softly. 

“Is that for us?” Harry asked looking at the two plates in his hands.

“Y-yeah,” Tom handed Harry the plates, “I wanted to apologize to you for being a dickhead, I get now why you guys didn’t tell me what happened.”

“We’re a bit at fault too, we should’ve thought about how you’d feel.” Tom nodded in agreement, “But you shouldn’t be apologizing to just me. You really hurt y/n’s feelings.” 

“Yeah I know. I need to talk to her now.” Tom said sternly. Harry peaked back into your room and said,

“Sorry she doesn’t want to talk right now.” 

“Y/n? Please let me explain everything. I-I didn’t mean what I said to you down there.” Your heart began to beat faster. The door was opened wider and you saw Tom’s tired and sad face, your heart ached, “Please, y/n, I-I need you.” You wanted to give in, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to and you shook your head.

“Tom, I’m sorry. I’m not ready to talk yet. P-please leave.” You said as tears rolled down your cheeks again, his heart dropped.

“W-well then, I’ll wait out here until you’re ready to talk.” You watched as he began to cry again and sit against the wall across from your door. Harry gave his brother an apologetic look before coming back into your room and shutting the door. He set the plates on your desk and gave you a long hug. You sobbed even more.

“H-Harry, I’m hurting.” 

“Shhh, I know. I can tell Tom is hurting right now too.” He rubbed your back.

“I-I think I should leave.” You said and Harry detached from you. 

“What? No you can’t do that, y/n. It’s not safe to leave the country a-and Stacy said you can’t remember?”

“No, I mean leave this house. I know it’s gonna be hard to find a place, but I’ve only caused problems and I don’t want to cause anymore conflict.” You looked at Harry sadly.

“I’m not gonna force you to stay, but running from your problems doesn’t solve anything. Remember when you told Tom that?” You nodded your head sadly. He was right, but you felt like a mess and you didn’t want the boys to have to clean you up.

- Hour and a half later -

“Love, I’m going to go to bed now. I can stay and sleep on the floor if you want.” Harry said.

“No no. It’s ok I’m feeling a lot better now. Thanks for making me feel better with Harry Potter.” You smiled at him, your eyes hurt a bit.

“No problem, love. Don’t hesitate to come to me if you need anything later tonight.” You nodded and he kissed your forehead walking away with the two empty plates. When he opened the door your heart melted seeing a sleeping Tom with an empty plate next to him. 

Harry looked back at you and chuckled, “He really did wait. You want to talk to him?” You thought for a bit before sighing and nodding your head. Harry nudged Tom with his foot and he stirred awake. Tom looked surprised at you before getting up. He thanked Harry for taking his plate and walked into your room. 

“Y/n, I’m so sorry-”

“Tom, before you say more, I’m going to move out.” Tom’s heart broke. He couldn’t let you leave again, not after everything he told Haz and Tuwaine.

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Think that I like her - Christian Pulisic - Phase One

‘It’a been two weeks since I first saw her, and you still haven’t introduced us’ he sighed, running a hand through his hair. It had grown too long for his liking and he was debating getting a buzz cut. When his hair grew out it became curly and he hated trying to tame that every day. 

Mason sat staring at the TV, play station controller in his hand, rapidly pressing buttons and seemingly ignoring Christian.

‘Hello… earth to Mason’ Christian swiped his hand in front of Mason’s face, breaking him out of the trance-like state he was in.

‘Sorry mate, Fik is kicking my ass here. What did you say?’ he asked.

‘Never mind. It was never going to change anything any way. Pretty sure a girl like that already has a boyfriend’ Christian sighed. He wasn’t an unconfident guy in normal situations, but when it came to girls he didn’t count himself as experienced, and this wasn’t a girl from back home. This was a British girl with British girl banter that he just didn’t get. 

‘Wait are you talking about Kara?’ Mason sat up, suddenly interested in what Christian had to say, and put the controller down at the end of his game. ‘As in my best friend?’

‘Is that weird?’ Christian asked, rubbing the back of his neck, an awkward habit he had.

‘Err… no not exactly…’

‘You promise me you don’t have some sort of lifelong crush on her or anything. I would never get in the way of something like that..’ Christian shook his head as he spoke. ‘I don’t think I have a chance any way.’

‘Funny you should mention lifelong crushes like that. It’s er, actually our other best friend that I’m interested in. You met Molly right? She’s Kara’s flat mate. They live in Putney.” Mason was the one looking nervous now. ‘Kara doesn’t have a boyfriend, but Molly does. A great big muscled semi-pro boxer boyfriend.’

‘That sounds complicated’ Christian took a sip of his bottle of water and crunched the plastic between his hands. ‘I feel like my stomach does this every time I see her’ he said, demonstrating the crunching with the bottle.

‘Yeah that’s exactly how I feel about Molly, until I see her with Mike and then I think about this..’ Mason swiped the bottle out of Christian’s hands and crushed it completely. ‘This will be my head if Mike eve finds out that I want to make a move on his girl’.

‘So how do we go about this then? I like Kara and you like her..what was the word?’

‘Flat mate’ Mason interjected.

‘Right right, that’s where they live together, in a flat…’ Christian laughed, turning a very slight shade of pink just on the top of his ears like he did every time he felt foolish ‘ Where’s Putney?’

*

Mason: 

Hey K, I really need your help with something. Can you meet me at Frankie’s?

Mason had brought Christian into London, to Stamford Bridge to be precise, to carry out the first step in his 100 step plan to get Molly to fall in love with him. He knew that Kara was such a good friend to him that she would drop anything to come to his aid, which would be the perfect opportunity for him to get information about Molly and Mike whilst introducing Christian in a way that was less intimidating than them being alone together. He happened to think that stage one was faultless and that he would have his girl by the end of the season. he thought that maybe he could count on Kara and Christian to do some serious wing-manning for him.

Kara:

What’s up Mase? You ok? I can be there in 10 depending how busy Fulham Broadway is. I’m just third wheeling M&M anyway.

Mason felt a lump in his throat as he read her message. Molly and Mike were together at the flat, making permanently single Kara uncomfortable enough that she wanted to leave and spend time with him, which was something that her job had made her too busy to do recently.

‘So what’s going on?’ Christian asked, giving Mason a smile. ‘Are the wings any good here?’

Mason rolled his eyes. ‘I swear all you think about is food.’

‘Are they coming?’ Christian looked hopeful as he asked the second question.

‘I er, didn’t ask both but Kara is coming. I said that I needed her help with something.  Which to be fair isn’t a complete lie. I’m going to ask her to help me with the Molly situation. I mean, who better to talk to her about it than the person she lives with…’ he trailed off, remembering the part of Kara’s message that had hurt.

‘Is there something else?’

‘Yeah she said she was third-wheeling Molly and Mike tonight so she would be right over’ Mason sighed, tucking his phone back into the pocket of his jeans.

‘I’m sorry mate, you don’t have to get her over here just for me. If you needed to just have a night out without thinking about, or talking about girls. We could have done that’ Christian smiled, patting Mason on the back. He took a long sip of his diet pepsi which he nearly spat across the room when Kara walked into the bar.

*

Christian felt like, and knew that he looked like an idiot. He had practically choked on a mouthful of Pepsi when she walked in but he just couldn’t help having that reaction. She just looked so damn good. She wasn’t even dressed up, but she didn’t need to be. Just the way that she carried herself, with such confidence that it didn’t matter what she was wearing. It did however help that she was wearing a cropped white sweater with a pair of high-waisted jeans that accentuated her hour glass figure. Her ash blonde hair was tied back in a loose ponytail and she was wearing just the smallest hint of make up. She was effortlessly hot and it made Christian more nervous than he was the first time he played for the national team. He could feel his mouth going dry and felt that need to fidget in his seat, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

‘Hey Mase, I got your SOS. What’s up?’ Kara was at their table now. Christian had missed her walking over and sitting down because he had been so busy replaying the first second he caught a look at her walking in over and over in his head, and it was a damn shame that he didn’t get to check out her butt as she went around the table to sit beside Mason. She put her arm around his shoulder and gave him a quick sideways squeeze.

Mason looked up at Christian and Christian felt his stomach do a jealous backflip. Damn it, why do I have to like her so much?

‘You know I trust you with my life, right?’ Mason asked Kara, his gaze flitting between his friend and the floor beneath the table.

‘Yes.” Kara nodded, concern crossing her face.

Christian had only met her a handful of times but he could tell that Kara was a very empathetic person. He wanted as she reacted to Mason pouring his heart out to her, telling her how much he loved Molly. He fell for her when they were just teenagers, they all attended their prom together and he had been too shy to ask her out but had instead slipped his jacket around her shoulders, hoping that small gesture might get Molly thinking that he was relationship material. 

Kara nodded, ooh’ed and aah’ed in all the right places and then sat upright in her seat.

‘Right Mason Mount, we are getting you that girl.’ She declared, a big grin spreading across her face. Christian thought she looked really cute when she smiled and then she spoke to him, and he felt him stomach drop to his feet. ‘I’m really sorry that I breezed in here and didn’t even speak to you Christian. I don’t know if you remember me. I’m Kara, Mason’s best friend.’

‘Well I might have to fight you for that title because we have grown pretty close’ Christian retorted, trying to sound funny and playful. It sounded that way in his head but he wasn’t sure if that was how she would take it until she grinned mischievously and said ‘You’re on’.

‘Do you want a drink Kara? You’ve been here like 20 minutes and neither of us have offered to buy you one.’

Christian hoped that, just like teenage Mason had hoped offering a jacket would, buying her a drink would help secure him the girl.

‘Yes please. I’m taking the tube so I can probably be naughty and have one drink. Only one though, I have work tomorrow. Could I have an Archers and Lemonade please.’ She started to reach into her bag for her purse but Christian was on her side of the table by then and put his hand on hers to stop her pulling the purse out.

‘Don’t you dare, I offered.’ 

*

Once Christian was over by the bar, Kara felt that he was a comfortable enough distance away that she would speak to Mason about him without him overhearing.

‘He is really hot’ she blurted.

Mason nearly did a spit take and grinned mischievously, ‘Oh really?’

‘I uh- I didn’t mean… Oh don’t look at me like that! I’ve been single for years, I was just…looking.’

‘If you are interested in him I think you should say something’ Mason said.

‘Oh really, says you who has sat on the secret of liking someone for the last 6 years!’ She laughed, playfully smacking him on the arm. ‘You are quite possibly the last person i should be taking dating tips from. Your last ex was a psycho. She still messages me on Insta from time to time, just to make sure we’re not fucking.’

Mason spat his drink for real that time.

‘Who’s fucking?’ Christian asked, laughing at Mason and handing him a paper napkin so that he could wipe his drink off his face.

‘We were just talking about Mason’s crazy ex girlfriend checking that he isn’t seeing anyone else.’ Kara felt the need to explain herself, hoping that Christian hadn’t got the wrong idea from whatever he had heard. She hadn’t noticed him come back to the table so she wasn’t sure how much had been overheard.

‘Ah, not one of those.’ 

‘You know the type?’ She asked curiously, a tiny pang of jealousy prickling in her stomach. She didn’t want to think about this hot American boy being with another girl.

‘There was this one girl I was seeing in Germany, nothing serious… well she used to turn up to the training ground and to the stadium and just hang around after I broke up with her.’ 

‘And you were so scared that you fled to England? Good plan.’ Kara nudged Christian’s arm playfully, and just that slight touch felt like there was maybe a spark between them. Kara couldn’t really tell whether he was flirting or not because she thought the difference between American and British humour could be misinterpreted and he was a playful kind of guy in general. 

Kara sipped her drink and tried to relax back into her seat now that Christian had moved back to his, but she felt on edge, like every move she made mattered. She twirled a small amount of her hair around her finger nervously as the boys chatted casually across her about their team mates and the games they had coming up, getting lost in their own little world.

Kara hadn’t felt this nervous around a guy since her ex. He was a musician in an up and coming London indie band and had made her feel like some kind of fan girl rather than a girlfriend, and he didn’t even have any real fangirls. To any outside observer, she knew that she came across as confident, but she definitely didn’t feel it now. 

She looked across the table and caught Christian’s eye.

Those eyes, so brown…like a Hershey bar.

She had googled him after the second time that they met, wanting to get to know more about him but not wanting to ask for herself. What was the internet invented for if not for looking up where people come from?

Neither one of them broke their gaze for a second before Kara looked away first, looking down at her drink and taking her straw between her lips so that she could take a sip. She then realised how suggestive that might look after their semi-flirtatious look at each other and cringed internally. 

This is why I am single. So smooth.

She got to the bottom of her drink and yawned involuntarily.

‘I think it’s someone’s bedtime.’ Mason laughed. ‘Are we boring you with all this football talk?’

‘Sorry, no not at all. I just had a long day and I have court first thing in the morning.’ She picked her bag up from the floor and slung it over her shoulder.

‘Are you in trouble?’ Christian asked.

I could be, if you like a bad girl. She thought. CRINGE CRINGE

‘Oh no it’s for my job. I’m a Social Worker and I have to see a judge tomorrow about taking a child into foster care.’ she spoke softly, almost embarrassed about her profession. It wasn’t glamorous and neither was getting ‘child snatcher’ shouted at you from across the street, but she did love what she did, protecting kids and advocating for their rights, knowing that she was making a difference in someone else’s life got her through the hard parts.

‘Wow that’s amazing, well good luck. Maybe we can hang out again soon?’ Christian asked, looking hopeful.

‘Kara nodded. ‘I’d like that’. 

*

‘Well I think that went well’ Mason laughed, relaxing back into his seat once he had seen his best friend retreat out of the bar. 

‘You think?’ asked a now very hopeful Christian.

‘Mate, I definitely see a spark there… now we move on to Phase 2’.

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Simon had desperately tried to mind his own business when Mark's phone chimed obnoxiously from the kitchen counter top of their now fully co-habituated flat. He cast a curious glance in the general direction of the iPhone that Mark had carelessly abandoned ten minutes prior in favour of a shower. “Clean body, clean mind, Si,” He'd called over his shoulder on his way into the bathroom. “Ye should try it.”

Under any normal circumstance he wouldn't give two shits about what Mark Renton's few and far between friends had to say but three texts in seven minutes was enough to pique even Simon's interest. He filled the kettle, fished himself and Mark a mug from the cupboard and came to rest casually against the counter beside Mark's phone where he definitely was nottrying to talk himself out of checking his best friend's notifications. 'Since when dae I give a fuck what the cunt gets up tae?' he had reasoned with himself only to counter his own point seconds later with a 'could be his Da. Could be an emergency like; a better check. Just incase.' and with that Simon found himself pressing a thumb to the side of Mark's phone, eyes scanning the screen as it illuminated.

4 new notifications:

Screen Time: Weekly Screen Report Available

Grindr: 1 New Message

Grindr: 1 New Message

Grindr: 1 New Message

'Fuckin' Grindr? What the fuck is he daein on Grindr?...is he-' Simon was ripped from his thoughts by the sound of the bathroom door creaking open ever so slightly and Mark calling out for help.

“Si? Could ye git us a towel? A forgot tae bring one in wae us.”

“Uh... wha-? I mean.. aye. Aye, I'll get yae one now.” he called back and okay, maybe he sounded weird and maybe Simon was having some what of a hard time convincing his head catch up with the fucking rest of him but... Grindr... Mark fucking Renton was on Grindr.

Their evening was quiet; a Connery marathon and little to no chit-chat. Simon was thankful to say the least. It wasn't that he cared- 'It's no like a mind if he's a buftie.' he thought, unable to focus his full attention on the film in front of him.

'A just wish he'd ae spoken tae us aboot it.' Simon was hurt, that was it. That's all it was; he was hurt that his best friend hadn't felt comfortable enough to confide in him. He was hurt that-

Mark's phone had chimed again in his pocket and Simon couldn't help but stare as the secretive wee cunt across from him fished his phone out of his pocket to read the message. Simon watched as Mark's mouth pulled itself into a modest smirk and he quickly typed out his reply before planting his phone firmly back in his pocket.

“Somethin' funny?” Simon found himself asking, an undeniable bite to his tone.

Mark only responded with a shrug, his eyes barely leaving the TV. 'Oh, aye. Cunt's got time tae look at his phone and reply tae his boyfriends but won't even look in my fuckin' direction when am speakin' tae him.'

Simon wasn't jealous. He really wasn't; he was just... concerned? Mark was his mate, his bestmate. Always had been and it was highly likely that he always would be. Si couldn't shake the cunt and truth be told he wasn't sure he wanted to. He had grown used to having Mark around again, though the Mark he knew now was a stark contrast to the Mark he had known when they were still wains. This Mark was bigger, stronger; both physically and emotionally. He was domesticated and responsible. This Mark was holding down a job, paying his rent on time, keeping their flat clean, cooking dinner, ironing his fucking boxers for christ's sake. This Mark was his.

Simon shoved himself up from his slumped position across their couch and mumbled nothing more than “Am goin' tae bed.” as he retreated to the dark, quiet confines of his bedroom; door slamming behind him before Mark had a chance to respond. Simon needed time alone, time to think and process all of the information he had acquired in the last four hours. 'Fuckin' Grindr. What if he's meetin' up wae psychos? Doss cunt's gonnae get himsel killed.' Simon didn't know much of anything about dating apps; Tinder, Grindr, Bumble, Hinge... 'all ae load ae old pish!' but he knew enough to know they could be dangerous and honestly? He couldn't fucking stand the thought of anything happening to Mark. He couldn't lose him again. He refused to lose him again; Not this time.

That is how Simon Williamson found himself staring down at his own phone, deep in thought as his thumb hovered apprehensively over the download icon for Grindr. He was just being cautious. Just looking out for his best friend and making sure he wasn't being lured in by the Begbie's of the world; 'Meetin' up wae fellas expectin' ae quick shag an' windin' up wae yer heed kicked in instead.'

With a deep breath, he took the plunge and watched as the app planted itself firmly on his home screen, wee yellow face fucking smirking up at him. 'Cunt.'

The sign up process hadn't been as long and arduous as Simon had anticipated; a few minor details entered, location and notifications turned off and a quick photo of his chest uploaded to his profile, he was set. Mark's profile was easy enough to locate; another shirtless torso but Simon knew what to look for, immediately recognising his friend's undeniably attractive torso and the scar from Mark's surgery. Mark didn't have a bad body, Si would give him that. Broad shoulders, toned biceps and a light dusting of chest hair all combined with strong, trim abs; aye... he could see the appeal (not that he was a wee buftie mind).

Mark (48) Online Now.

Bartender, traveller, fitness enthusiast based in Edinburgh.

Looking for mates, dates & anything in between.

Weight: 175lb

Height: 5'10

Body Type: Toned

Gender: Cis Man

Prnonouns: He/Him/His

Position: Vers Bottom

Tribes: Rugged, Daddy, Discreet

Simon found himself biting his lower lip in attempt not to laugh as he read through Mark's profile, thumb flicking back and forth between the other man's photo and his bio. “Never would ae pegged yae as a bottom, Rent Boy.” Simon mumbled, tapping to exit out of Mark's profile with every intention of calling it a night but oh... oh... “Wit the fuck is ae tap?... how do I undo a tap?.. wit have ae done?” Simon's phone buzzed in his hand, altering him to a new message; his first message in fact.

Mark>> Thanks for the tap. Great pic.

Fuck. What the fuck was he supposed to do now? Ignore the poor wee cunt? What was the point in that? He was on here to keep an eye on Mark; nothing more, nothing less. He couldn't do that without at least fucking talking to him... Simon groaned inwardly. Why the fuck did he think this was a good idea to begin with?

Aye. No bother. You look good too.<<David

Mark>> Looks like you're close by. Local?

Somethin like that. <<David

Sorry, am new to all this. A don't really know wit am doin.<<David

Mark>> I get it. I've no been on here long either.

How long?<<David

Have ye met many people off here like?<<David

Mark>> A few. Usually only if they can accom.

Accom?<<David

Mark>> Accomodate. I cannae bring people home. Flate mate.

Is that all Simon was to him? A fucking flat mate?

Oh. A see.<<David

Mark>> Disappointed? ;)

Why would a be disappointed?<<David

Mark>> You tapped me? and there's usually a reason people are on Grindr at 11:44PM.

Aye. Right enough. <<David

Mark>> So, you didn't actually answer my question.

Mark>> Are you disappointed?

Simon took a shaky breath, his palms suddenly clammy as he continued to gnaw nervously as his lower lip. Mark was flirting with him. No, not with him; Mark was flirting with David and it didn't feel bad... It didn't feel bad at all.

If Simon was to be completely and utterly honest with himself, he liked it. He enjoyed this playful, out-going side to his friend that he had rarely (if ever) seen. Maybe Mark had just never felt entirely comfortable around Simon or maybe Mark had spent most of his adolescence too smacked off of his wee ginger tits to worry about flirting and building strong, meaningful relationships. Aye... probably the latter.

Simon stared down at his phone, contemplating his next move. This wasn't right; he knew it wasn't right. He'd heard about this, there was a whole fucking TV show based around the idea. Was he really about to Catfish his own best friend? (or fucking flat mate as Mark would rather have it)...

Aye, fucking right he was.

[themangoyogurt]

Misguided Youth: The Air Clears

Chapter Five

“Ow! Let go!” You shouted as Kylo continued to drag you down a hallway. So focused on the fact that you were being manhandled by the brooding man, you were completely unaware of how many twists and turns he had pulled you through. How big was this fucking Willy Wonka factory of a home anyways?

“I said, let go you fucking psycho!” You cried as you shook your arm out of his grip. Somehow he had corralled you into a study, and despite your agitation and confusion, you couldn’t help the first response to spill out of your mouth.

“You actually read?”

Kylo spun around and slammed the door shut. Still facing away from you, he had one hand flat against the door, while the other laid balled up at his hip. You could tell that his chest was heaving up and down, and instinctively stepped away until the back of your thighs hit a sturdy oak desk. Looking around in silence, you took notice of the floor to ceiling bookcases filled to the brim with books and journals.

Judging by the worn through covers, it became clear that this was a functional office and you were immediately hit with a pang of guilt. Sure, Kylo might be a rockstar who ran around chasing tail while destroying public property, but that shouldn’t imply that he was stupid. There was more depth to the mysterious man, and you reluctantly admitted that you might have judged him too quickly.

But then he had to go and open his mouth and make you hate him all over again.

“Yes, of course I fucking read. I’m glad to see that Brooklyn’s finest waitress has deduction skills.”

“Excuse me? You know what, fuck you. Fuck you and your judgmental pompous attitude. Where’s my friend. I’m leaving right now.”

Kylo turned around, but stubbornly refused to meet your icy stare. Your eyes slowly narrowed into slits as you took in his expression. Was that...guilt? Stepping forward, you cautiously ventured, “Kylo. Where’s my friend?”

He ran a large palm through his locks and replied, “There wasn’t exactly a friend looking for you...per se...”

“Then why did you drag me away from Poe?”

Kylo finally met your glare with one of his own. “I was doing you a favor, you know. Poe would never actually be interested in someone like you. He’s a total player who...”

Your jaw dropped in incredulous anger. “What? You have no right to dictate who I can or cannot talk to! Who the hell do you think you are? Besides, who said that I was interested in him?”

“Fine! Go back to Poe or your friend Jim then. See if I care who you waste your time with. I hope you and Jim had fun fucking around in my house drinking up my booze.”

Without missing a beat, you threw both arms out in exasperation as you shrieked, “WHO THE FUCK IS JIM?”

Kylo’s brow furrowed as he took in your genuinely confused expression. Stepping back a little, he stuttered, “I thought...I thought you were here with a guy named Jim. Phasma...”

Throwing a palm up to your face, you tightly pinched the bridge of your nose as you hissed, “Oh my God, you are such an idiot. My friend’s name is Jyn. Ji-nuh. And I can assure you that while we have indeed been drinking up your expensive booze, I’m not dating her.”

A realization suddenly dawned on you as a coy smile slid across your features. Slowly, you began to advance towards the man - all fear and concern lost. Now standing close enough to touch, you tilted you head upwards and teasingly asked, “Why would it matter to you who I date? So what if I liked Poe? Or if I had a boyfriend name Jim? Or even if I was together with Jyn?”

Kylo turned his head to avoid your shit eating grin and muttered, “I don’t care. Get over yourself.”

“Sure, sure. Because it’s totally normally to go dragging people away from potential love interests, right?”

Shuffling forward so the tips of your toes were gently nudging his feet, you carefully swept his bangs out of his face. Moving your hand downwards, you barely grazed his cheek as your fingers rested against his chin. From this distance, you could feel his breath stutter while your nimble fingers danced down the column of his neck to rest at his sternum.

“Are you jealous, Kylo?”

Kylo reached up to grip your wrist in his palm as he pushed your hand away from his chest. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He still couldn’t look you in the eye though, and that only made you smirk.

Tugging your wrist out of his grip, you moved to brush past the man as you sauntered towards the door. Pausing just before exiting you turned to murmur, “You’re right. I don’t know what I’m talking about. But I don’t think you do either.”

With one last gaze, you stepped out into the hallway and the door loudly shut behind you. Kylo remained rooted on the spot as he stared into the space you once occupied.

The rest of the party went by in relative ease. You caught back up with Jyn, and immediately gave her an earful about ditching you. Afterwards, you found your way to Phasma’s side, and the blonde drummer insisted on clearing the air. She had only meant innocent fun when keeping you in the dark about who she was, and hadn’t meant to offend you. There was nothing to apologize for though, and you admitted to being too quick to anger. The two of you enjoyed a shot of liquor together - promising to continue exploring your budding friendship.

By the time you ran into Kylo again, you were well and truly wasted. Stumbling out onto this balcony, you tilted your chin up to take lungfuls of the crisp autumn air. The moonlight gently cascaded against your features, creating a halo behind your profile as you closed your eyes to bask in the peace. The sound of shuffling caught your attention, and you opened your eyes just in time to catch Kylo attempting to slink back into his home undetected.

“Is the big bad rockstar suddenly shy? No mean retorts left?”

He stopped in his tracks and slowly turned to face you. “Mean?”

Crossing your arms in anger you seethed, “Yeah. You’re a bully.” Kylo gave a dry laugh and crossed the balcony to stand next to you. “What, are we in middle school? I have no interest in ‘bullying’ a waitress. I’m a fucking millionaire with shit to do.”

Turning to jab a finger into his chest, you spat, “See! There you go again. Do you even know that I’m in grad school? All you’ve done since we met is talk down to me, when you don’t even know the basics of who I am. You don’t know anything about what I’ve been through.”

Too drunk to care about how you looked, your jaw quivered as you continued, “Do you think I like waitressing? Do you think I enjoy wearing a fucking costume at work literally doing a song and dance just so I can get shitty tips from haughty hipsters like yourself? Some of us don’t have a support network, and I’m doing everything I can just to stay afloat in this city without losing my goddamn mind. So I’m sorry if I’ve been too busy juggling a budding career as a 50’s impersonator along with an impossible workload to not have known who the fuck you were when we first met.”

Turning on your heel with a huff, you were stopped when Kylo reached out to grab your hand. Slowly tugging you back towards him, he quietly whispered, “It’s...it’s not like that. I don’t look down on you, and I don’t care that you’re a waitress. I’m a shitty person, okay? I don’t make friends easily, and every fucking time you open you snarky mouth I’m put off my game. Everyone acts like I’m a character in a movie, and you’re the first person to treat me like I’m a real person. I guess I wasn’t ready for that.”

He let go of your hand to turn so he could lean against the balcony. Carefully stepping up to his side, you mimicked Kylo’s posture by resting your arms against the cool metal bar as well. Soft wind swept through the air, picking up strands of your hair to dance against his arm. Playfully nudging his shoulder, you asked, “So...should we start over and try and be friends then?”

Kylo laughed and turned to meet your eyes. For the first time that night, your gazes were amiable. Nodding, he gently replied, “Yeah. Friends.”

You leaned a head against his shoulder and murmured, “But I can’t promise that I’ll stop the teasing. You make it way too easy for me.” He let out an honest chuckle as he returned to staring out into the night sky.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

[demaury]

On Film (or Between The Sheets) -- high school AU

CHAPTER 1. Life hasn't been the smoothest for Lucas in the past couple of months, family wise. When his dad ends up leaving the city to work in Paris, he's ready to do absolutely anything to be able to stay in his current school and keep his life on tracks. Anything. Even becoming a film student and moving in dorms. (read on ao3)

MERCREDI 12:41

If you were to ask Lucas how he’s managed to find himself in a situation like this, he’d probably have to explain quite a few things, but it’s pretty much a given that one of those things would be that, originally, he doesn’t even care about cinema all that much.

Certainly not enough to pick it as his main option for the BAC, that’s for sure.

“Come on,” he hisses through gritted teeth as the camera sways dangerously back and forth on its tripod.

Why is this not working? Why does the fucking world hate him that much?

He swears he’s been there for ages, crouching down and trying so fucking desperately to get that stupid camera to somehow fixate itself on that fucking support. His eyes travel around helplessly, but everyone’s busy around him. To be fair, it’s not like he’s exactly counting on it. There’s a schedule on the wall behind him, whose sole purpose is to remind them that they need at least three more pairs of arms each to be able to function with the shitload of tasks they were assigned at the beginning of the week.

A group of three third-years are glued to a computer screen and obsessing over whatever video editing software they’re using, two first-years and Emma are in the middle of filming an interview in the couch area of the movie theater hall, and Arthur’s gone seeing whatever movie he’s been assigned to watch. He briefly considers running outside to beg Alex to come help him, but the guy’s smoking with a third-year friend and Lucas doesn’t think he’d survive the humiliation of being brushed off, so he just sucks it up and focuses back on that stupid tripod instead.

If his teacher is back before he’s set it up-

“What are you doing?”, asks a voice behind him, just after he may or may not have clinked the camera a little harshly out of spite.

Lucas’ head snaps to the side, cheeks burning from being caught red-handed. He’s fucking sweating when his eyes meet Eliott Demaury’s questioning ones.

Of all fucking people, he screams to himself.

“I can’t get it to… I don’t know, fixate itself,” he says weakly.

He doesn’t even know the proper words for all that shit, how come are people even expecting him to put it all up on his own?

Eliott cocks an eyebrow. “Well, I’d say that smashing it probably won’t solve it, but I’ve never tried that either,” he shrugs with a smirk.

Lucas gives him a look. “Fuck you,” he mumbles, half-astounded by his own bravery. He turns his back on him, since the last thing he needs is some third-year know-it-all to make fun of him, and refocus his attention back on the biggest problem at hand instead. “If Chassart is back before I’ve finished setting this up, he’s gonna fucking kill me.”

“C’mon, let me help,” Eliott says as he crouches down next to him.

He reaches out to grab the camera, and Lucas glances at him from the corner of his eye before letting him. It’s not like he’s gonna do any worse than nothing, Lucas admits begrudgingly. Eliott starts fumbling in his jeans pocket, holding the camera nonchalantly from his other hand, and eventually he exhumes a coin that was apparently lost in there. Lucas barely holds back a snide comment — really, who still uses coins these days? —, but every bit of sarcasm fades out instantly as Eliott flips the coin expertly between his fingers. Next thing Lucas knows, he’s using it as a makeshift screwdriver to loosen the screw at the top of the tripod. Just like that, with a few movements that go way too fast for him to process and a satisfying click that he was so desperately waiting for a minute ago, the camera is fixated infuriatingly fast on its support.

He wants to die. Or at least for the fucking ground to open under his feet and swallow him.

Eliott tucks the coin back in his pocket like it’s nothing. “There you go,” he says casually, nudging the camera in his direction.

If only it was arrogance or made-up casualness, but really, no matter that Lucas talked with him a total of one time throughout his life, he knows Eliott is just that guy. Nice. Helpful. Exasperatingly good — a fucking natural. No wonder why he’s become Chassart’s favorite in no time. He’d be mad, jealous even, if being in the man’s good books was on his to-do list, but as it is he just wants to make it through that stupid hellweek that is his first film festival ever in one piece, and fuck the rest. If they’re being mistreated this way for a second-class film festival, he can only imagine how shit goes down when the third-years go to Cannes.

Cheeks burning and jaws clenching, he mumbles a small ‘thankyou’.

Eliott shrugs. “Why didn’t you just ask them before?”, he says, pointing at the trio of third-years on their computer from his chin.

“Didn’t want to bother,” Lucas groans, dropping himself flat on the carpeted floor.

It feels like forever since he even sat down, courtesy of a particularly busy morning.

“So you were just gonna wait for Chassart to come and yell at you?”

“Something like that, I guess.”

Eliott snorts and sits down, mirroring Lucas’ position. “Aren’t you supposed to team up with a third-year at least?”

Lucas swallows down a mean comment. Grow a pair, Lucas, I’m not here to fucking babysit you, is the last thing Léonie, the bitchy-third-year he was assigned to work with for the week, told him before turning on her heels with an overly exasperated sigh.

“Léonie’s gone to watch one of the movies,” he simply says, settling for a neutral observation.

He’s seen him hanging out with her quite a few times since Eliott arrived last September, the last thing he wants is to piss him off by being a bitch about one of his friends — even if said friend is the actual bitch.

“She told you to fuck off?”

Lucas glances up at Eliott, meeting his disturbingly beautiful eyes. “Kind of, yeah,” he admits.

Eliott hums noncommittally. “Who else is in your group?”

“Emma,” he says, gesturing at the couches where his friend is busy holding the fishpole over the film director they’re interviewing, “but she’s replacing someone missing in another team, and, uh, Maria I think. She’s a first-year.”

Obviously he had tried to team up with Arthur, but Chassart had purposely put them in different groups to ‘avoid any incident’, as he had said — what an asshole, he could have said he just wanted to feed off Lucas’ struggles at this point. He doesn’t bother enquiring about Eliott’s. He knows that one of his classmates, Sarah, has been literally close to fainting when she found out she was in his group.

“You can join mine,” Eliott says casually after a second.

Lucas quirks a brow. “I’m not sure this is how that works.”

“Not my point,” he waves. “We can make a trade. No offense but I’m sure Léonie would be happy.”

Lucas flips him off, offended, and Eliott starts laughing — the sounds sends fucking butterflies in Lucas’ stomach. Before he can even say that Sarah would murder him with her bare hands for being kicked out of Eliott’s group, he’s already standing up in a jump and walking right to the white board where the schedule is written, slaloming his way between the group of third-years and their chairs occupying most of the space.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Lucas whisper-screams as he bolts up and follows suit, just when Eliott wipes Sarah’s name off the board. “Do you have a death wish or what?”

“Chassart likes me, he won’t say a thing,” Eliott shrugs, then he pauses halfway through wiping off Lucas’ name too and turns to him. “Unless you like being mistreated?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows.

“Are you fucking serious now?” Lucas huffs, another wave of laughter erupting from deep within Eliott’s chest. On the other side of the lobby, a flock of people is emerging from the depths of one of the dozen auditoriums, making his attention snap back to reality. Chances are that Chassart will be here in a matter of minutes, maybe seconds even. “Alright, but just move your ass already!”

Eliott grins, blinding, and wipes the few other mentions of Lucas on the schedule, while Lucas is busy fumbling on the table aligned against the wall to find the black pen they need. He manages to find it under a bunch of papers sitting there and to toss it in Eliott’s hands. He has to admit, Eliott’s recklessness forces the admiration. Chassart is a bit of a psycho, there’s no fucking way he’s getting away with it.

And yet. He keeps watching as Eliott is writing his name down, in small caps that he isn’t even remotely trying to make similar to their teacher’s messy handwriting, until it’s all done and Eliott closes the pen with a satisfying click of the cap.

“Lucas!”

They spin around in time to see their teacher walking inside their designated area of the lobby. “What are you doing here?” Chassart asks bluntly, ever so amiable. “And what’s that camera doing here? I told Léonie that the interview was delayed to this afternoon!”

Lucas’ stomach churns and he hates it. Fucking asshole, he thinks, but he doesn’t really know if it’s about Léonie or about Chassart.

“I took Lucas with me,” Eliott says, barely more serious than he was two minutes before — meanwhile, all the fucking alarms go off in Lucas’ head, as Chassart’s eyes dart onto Eliott. “I needed him for something, so I made a trade.”

There’s a one-second blank, and behind Chassart’s back, Lucas can see Arthur making a ‘what the fuck?’ face. I’m going to die, that’s what’s happening, he wants to say, and if telepathy really is working then maybe Arthur will be able to remember his last few words.

But to Lucas’ astonishment, Chassart seems to deflate.

“Really,” he says after a pause, but it doesn’t really sound like a question. He heaves a sigh. “Alright. Whatever, if that works best for you,” he groans with an eyeroll.

A first-year slides in next to them at this moment, and it’s a much-welcomed distraction that allows Lucas to start breathing again. Chassart looks at the kid, who blabbers a question, when something nudges Lucas’ arm. His eyes jump onto Eliott, who lets him know with a subtle movement of his chin that it’s fucking time to move.

“See?”, Eliott says to him once they’ve retreated a couple of meters away. “I told you it was going to be fine.”

“Tell that to my fucking heart,” Lucas mumbles grumpily.

MERCREDI 13:01

“Why did you pick cinema as your major now anyway?”

Lucas looks up from his kebab, halfway through making a fool of himself thanks to an uncooperative tomato. Eliott’s questioning eyes are on him, which would be fine if they weren’t so piercing and intimidating all at once that his skin literally prickles under them.

They are on their five-minute lunch break, but rather than running like madmen to the McDonald’s next door to wait in line desperately long for a mere box of chicken nuggets and a few cooling French fries, like they all did twice a day since the beginning of the week, Eliott insisted that they push their luck to the kebab place across from the crowded parking lot.

And, well, like most things with Eliott Demaury, apparently, it had all gone too fast for Lucas to even process. Before he even realized they were ordering food and sitting down to eat.

Just the two of them. In a particularly silent restaurant.

That too would be totally fine. In another universe. Where he doesn’t have to smear mayonnaise all over his face and end up with a mouthful of tomato and kebab meat when Eliott Demaury happens to be willing to make conversation.

He has to bite down onto the sliced vegetable to tear it into pieces and free himself from the embarrassment, which ends up feeling like the longest seconds of his life. “I wanted to stay in that school,” he says after hastily swallowing down. He reaches for a paper napkin to wipe his mouth clean. “My dad moved away and since it was no longer in my designated area, it was the only solution. That or European section, but I know basically three words in English and my grades aren’t good enough to get in there, so yeah,” he shrugs and spreads his hands, “here I am, I guess.”

Eliott’s brow furrows, and it makes Lucas swoon a little bit. That story isn’t even remotely interesting by any means. But somehow, there’s something in Eliott that makes it seem like it’s a big deal that deserves his undivided attention. He’s not even sure his dad gave him half this amount of attention when Lucas told him about his plans for the new school year.

“You literally went from S to L just to stay in that school?”, Eliott asks, looking surprised.

Lucas makes a face. “Yeah. Stupid uh? To be fair I was lame with science and physics. I only liked math.” He realizes something just as he’s picking up a French fry in his plate. “How do you even know I was a S student?”

Eliott takes a sip from his Coca Cola before answering with a grin. “Alex is pretty chatty at night. I guess that’s the only perk of being the new guy, everyone wants you to have the audio-detailed version of everything that went down, ever.”

The way he has to look at him, waggling his eyebrows once to mark his words, makes Lucas feel naked and exposed. How much did Alex tell him exactly? How much does Alex care about him anyway? They do hang out sometimes, and Alex has been dropping by every now and then in the dorm he shares with Arthur and Basile, but that’s mostly it. Ending up in a street fight with him doesn’t magically forge lifelong ties, so he does wonder. It’s always been a strange feeling to think that people might care about him, especially when it’s someone he barely knows. The most he’s talked with Eliott until today has been a quick ‘hi’ at some point last September — a little breathy on Lucas’ part, actually. Really, not his finest moment. But if anything, he blamed it (and still does, and will probably keep blaming it until his dying breath) on the fact that he hadn’t expected the new third-year to look like that. If he had gotten the memo, then maybe he’d have reacted otherwise and not looked like he had been struck by lightning.

“What about you?”, he says, trying to sound casual as he grabs a few fries. There’s the nagging reminder, at the back of his head, that they’re supposed to hurry the fuck up if they want to make it back in time for the movie, but it’s not fair that is only shot at talking with Eliott should be reduced to nothing just because. “Why did you switch schools just before the BAC?”

He’s heard stories, or rather theories, about why he transferred, but if anything they all seem pretty stupid and rarely seem to work with reality. Last time he heard about it, he was chilling with the drama kids in their assigned work room at school between two periods, and Daphné said, with a trembling voice, that he had gotten involved with shady kids at his former school, including some who had a record already. He could not really tell if it was supposed to be a bad thing or not in Daphné’s books, given her excitement over sharing that particular rumor.

Eliott doesn’t really acknowledge that he’s talked for a good minute, looking too absorbed in the content of his plate to bother, and Lucas wonders briefly if he should repeat himself or not.

After an agonizing silence, Eliott finally glances up, looking awfully serious. “My parents sent me away from Paris because I helped my twin sister run away with her boyfriend,” he says, and Lucas blinks slowly, trying to keep his eyebrows from jumping up. “They didn’t approve of their relationship, and we’re like, related somehow. A whole mess.”

For a moment Lucas doesn’t say anything and simply stares, silently, as Eliott takes a sip from his drink.

“Did you really just give me the shitty plot of Riverdale?”, Lucas deadpans. A wide grin blooms on Eliott’s face, eyes crinkling and dimples popping out, and Lucas has no other option but to huff a laugh that sounds fonder than expected. “You’re such an ass.”

“But the fact that you’re finding it shitty makes me love you even more,” Eliott shrugs, crumpling a paper napkin between his hands.

He’s too busy checking the time on his phone to notice the way Lucas nearly chokes on his food — which, honestly, might be best for everyone.

MECREDI 17:48

The afternoon rolls around quickly, most of it being taken over by the interview Eliott is busy directing. At least the director is a nice guy in his forties who’s mostly grateful to have been invited at all, so it makes everyone relax a little — everyone except Eliott, whose level of concentration probably amounts that of a mine-clearer. Lucas, for his part, is mostly busy stealing glances at him, but it’s not like his job is a difficult one. Eliott has put him behind the monitor, so the majority of his task is just sitting on a chair behind the screen and making sure the fishpole doesn’t just appear at the top — The place where you’ll do the least amount of damage, Eliott has said, grinning, and he was rewarded by a kick of Lucas’ elbow in the stomach.

It should probably have bothered him, to be just an obstacle or something, but he can’t decently argue with Eliott’s reasoning, mostly because he’s right. He knows next to nothing about literally anything and he’d rather sit back and do nothing than to make Eliott mad at him.

He blames it on team work, that relevance that Eliott suddenly acquired in his life since this morning.

It’s because they’re working together and because Eliott Demaury is so much more used to all of this that suddenly the guy he’s been talking to only once prior to this day turns into the person he’s looking for in a crowd. It’s got nothing to do with his good looks.

“The movie’s about to start,” Arthur says after checking the schedule. “We should go now.”

Thanks to Chassart’s careful planning, it’s the most he’s heard from his friend since they left school after breakfast this morning.

Lucas doesn’t mean to do it, but while he hums in response, his body shifts towards where Eliott is standing. He’s chatting with Alex, retrieving his jacket from the back of his chair, and soon they’re already walking away to cross the lobby.

He blames the way his heart clenches on the fact that Alex could have told him to join too.

He knows Alex.

Alex knows him — well enough, apparently, to tell stuff about him to the new guy. It was only the least he could do, the polite thing to do. But he doesn’t, and Lucas simply stares as Eliott and Alex join two or three more of their classmates, before the group disappears in the depths of carpeted halls.

Yeah. It’s all because of Alex, he decides as he finally follows Arthur through the lobby.

[pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles]

Like A River (Girls Talk Boys part 17)

Shut your mouth, baby stand and deliver Holy hands, oh they make me a sinner Like a river, like a river Shut your mouth and run me like a river

Choke this love till the veins start to shiver One last breath till the tears start to wither Like a river, like a river Shut your mouth and run me like a river

(A/N this is a longer chapter than usual. I seriously considered splitting it into two but I couldn’t do it)

18+ label on this one for sexual language and situations

Previous Chapter

Chapter One

The pounding on his front door jolted Calum awake. Why was he on his couch?

“I'M COMING” he yelled and the knocking ceased.

He blinked still confused until it all came back in a rush.

The Halloween party, Cher, Camille, the alarm, finding Duke asleep next to a purse.

Calum got up and headed towards the door.

Michael's text, Ameena's anger then the tears, Camille's hurt, going back to the party, finding out Camille had ended up in bed with -

He opened his front door. Ashton was waiting. “Last night was shit, and tonight is gonna be shit if we don't clear the air” Ashton hugged him.

“Calum?” A voice called out from upstairs.

Ashton looked at him incredulous “Ameena's still here?”

Calum nodded “she cried herself to sleep on the couch.”

“Of course she did” Ashton snapped.

“Calum who the fuck was at the door? Oh Ashton it's just you. Got your chubby little girlfriend with you?” Ameena let out a sharp bitter laugh as she narrowed her eyes at him.

“Just so you know I don't want you in my house ever again. Last night was uncalled for, you embarrassed and insulted my friends.” Ashton glared at her while Ameena smirked.

“Whatever works right?” She asked

“Not this time Ameena” Calum spoke up, his voice weary and harsh from a restless night and too many cigarettes. “I can't do this anymore. Last night was just pointless. It didn't accomplish anything except embarrass me and make me realize how tired of all of this I really am. I have tried to be nice about this because I really loved you once. Right now I just need you to get anything that's yours out of my condo, give me back your key and leave.” Ameena and Ashton both stood there stunned and speechless. “You have 15 minutes I suggest you hurry” Calum snapped, cooly turning his back to Ameena as he headed into the kitchen to make some coffee.

Ameena stormed back up to the bedroom and slammed the door. Calum could hear her cursing and banging of drawers. Duke came barreling down the stairs to hide under the couch. Calum poured a cup of coffee with a splash of milk . He nodded towards the machine but Ashton shook his head.

“Look Cal about last night” Ashton started.

“Not right now” Calum shook his head. “Wait until she leaves.”

Ashton shot him a look “you ok man?”

“I will be” Calum sighed looking at his watch. Grabbing his coffee mug he walked back into the living room. They could still hear Ameena upstairs. Calum walked over to the closet grabbed two jackets one grey leather, one red suede. Reaching down he grabbed a small pair of rain boots and a large duffel bag. He laid the jackets on the bottom and put the boots in a plastic bag on top.  He went into the downstairs bathroom and snagged her emergency makeup bag.

As Ameena was coming down the stairs with two full travel bags. Calum was gathering up framed photos, things she'd bought him, and anything in sight he knew belonged to her and putting it in the bag.

“You're really fucking serious” Ameena started to sniffle.

“You can cry if you want but just go. We're going out for breakfast. We'll follow you out so I can make sure you give back your parking pass.” Calum's voice was flat and emotionless.

Ameena let a tear fall but when Calum met her eyes with no reaction she switched tactics

“Ashton must be disappointed you're going through with this. Now he has to give up your whore.” Ameena's voice was pure venom.

“Don't call her that” Ashton spoke up pushing himself off the wall.

“Of course you'd come to her defense. I saw the pics on Lucy's IG you two were all over each other last night” Ameena lashed out only finding the tiniest hint of satisfaction watching Calum's jaw twitch slightly.

“Your key” Calum held his hand out. Ameena pulled it off her key ring and threw it against the wall. Calum calmly took her key ring out of her hand removed the actual key, handed her the bag he'd packed and pointed towards the door.They watched as Ameena walked to her car and peeled away. They caught up to her at the security gate. Ameena pulled the parking sticker off her window and handed it to the attendant. She flipped Calum and Ashton off behind her and sped away.

Calum and Ashton sat down across from each other in the booth. Both ordered near identical breakfasts of eggs, bacon, toast and hash browns. Ashton added on a side of pancakes while Calum got a fruit cup.

Waiting for their food Ashton took his phone out and handed it to Cal. He already had Lucy's Instagram page up and Calum scrolled through the pictures. Sure enough there were Ashton and Camille wrapped around each other. Camille hanging on his arm while they played beer pong. Ashton behind Camille with his arms wrapped around her waist while they danced. Then a video of the pass the ice cube game with Camille in between Harry and Ashton. Calum handed his phone back to him.

“So what happened?” Calum asked him.

“After you left Camille was trying to hold it together but then she started to cry.” Ashton's voice wavered slightly. “I chose to stay by her the whole time and try and salvage her night. Yeah we got flirty and yeah we had a cheeky little kiss and a few cuddles. The whole time she's looking around for you.”

Calum closed his eyes and dropped his head into his hands. “Don't you dare feel bad. Ameena went psycho and I'm so proud of the way you handled her today.” Ashton told him placing a hand on Cal's shoulder. He pulled back when the server brought their food.

“Cal look at me. What is it? Talk to me please.” Ashton was worried about his best friend.

“This has been so hard. The fighting with Ameena, this shit with Camille fucking hell maybe I should walk away from both of them and just start over.” Calum shrugged and looked away.

“Are you fucking serious? Is that really what you want?” Ashton couldn't believe what he was hearing.

“I don't know ok I don't fucking know ok” Calum's voice went up and people began to look their way.

“Cal it's ok I'm here for you. We'll get you through this.” Now Ashton was really worried.

“I'm just exhausted. I don't know anything anymore.” Calum looked away and began eating. Ashton followed his lead shoveling food into his mouth while keeping an eye on Calum.

“So why did Camille sleep in your bed?” Calum asked.

“Camille was absolutely shitfaced and I was afraid she would turn into a  crying mess. I don't know if you heard everything Ameena said to her but it had Camille rattled. Cody split and Cher left to shag Spongebob. I was literally the only guy who didn't bring a date left to see to her. I gave her a pair of pajamas and we slept in the same bed. Nothing happened, all we did was talk about you.” Ashton told him.

“Do you like her?” Another question from Calum.

“Listen to me” Ashton leaned in and looked Calum in the eye. “I adore Camille, but not in the way you do and you of all people know I'm interested in someone else.  Camille and I are very good friends who bonded over wanting something we couldn't have. Why are you so worried about it anyways? You know I would never go behind your back.”

“That's the craziest thing about all of this. You know I've never been the jealous or possessive type. I mean that fight I got into with Brandon was because he put hands on Ameena and wouldn't stop. With Camille it's this violent rush of emotion. The second day she was here I got jealous over her and my brain has been fucked ever since.” Calum rubbed his eyes.

“Go home get some rest. Tonight we're all going out to Harry's club. You and Camille can kiss and make up. We can all relax and have a good night.” Ashton smiled at him picking up the check.

Calum kicked off his shoes and headed upstairs to shower. He let the water pour over his skin and soothe his nerves when out of nowhere all the pent up stress and emotion he'd bottled up came crashing down on him in waves. Unable to hold back Calum broke down and cried.

First came sadness tinged with regret. Even though it all went wrong Ameena had been his first love and they'd had some wonderful times together. His mother would call tomorrow after word got back to her from one of her best friends aka Ameena's mom. He felt guilty about the disruption it would cause in other people's lives. He gave himself up to the tears, no longer trying to hold them back. There was the relief  being done with a relationship that had long since turned toxic. Sobs racked his shoulders as the frustration and anger hit him. He'd hurt everyone by not having the strength to end it with Ameena months ago or at the very least in Europe. He was furious Ameena had lashed out at Camille and hurt her and panicked that Camille might not think he was worth the trouble after being publicly insulted twice.

Camille. Camille. Camille. Fucking hell. He sniffled regaining control again. He washed his face and hair, gave himself a quick tug and finished up his shower routine. He padded to his room naked using the towel to dry his hair. His room was a mess. Ameena had dumped clothes everywhere. Nothing was broken but she'd taken a few things that weren't hers.

The cologne she'd bought him last Christmas. His green hoodie was swiped and she took the damn candle. For some reason that cracked him up. There he was fully nude, laughing his ass off in the middle of his wrecked bedroom. Duke who'd been sleeping on his bed was staring at Calum as if he'd lost his mind. Maybe he had. He realized he needed to get some sleep if he were going out tonight. It was 1pm there was plenty of time. He crawled into bed and Duke snuggled in for a nap. He could leave the mess for tomorrow. Calum wondered if Camille would even want to be around him never mind actually have sex with him now.

It was Retro Rewind at The Chelsea which meant the music was all 80's, 90's and early 2000's. Britney Spears’ Toxic was playing as Camille and Cher showed up with Harry and his date Kaye along with Lucy and Tom.

Harry was rocking one of his trademark suits.  This one was purple paisley over a white shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest. Kaye coordinated in a cute lilac mini dress. Tom went with a more casual look burgundy button up and black jeans. Lucy was a stunner in a bright blue swinging halter dress alongside him.

Cher wore black denim shorts a white tank top and a blue and green tie dye duster with black combat boots. Her hair was up in two twisty buns like mouse ears.

Camille had a root touch up that morning but they hadn't put the color back in so instead of pink hair it was platinum blonde worn loose and wavy. She was wearing a red leather mini skirt and a black corset top that gave her cleavage up to her chin. Black knee high lace up boots and bright red lipstick completed the look.

Camille had never been in the VIP lounge before. The Chelsea went all out. Overlooking the club there was a separate bar just for them, bottle service, plush couches, a dancing pole in case anyone felt daring enough and even a private bathroom so one didn't have to mingle with the peasants just to pee. Even a separate entrance/exit for celebrity guests.

“If you'd told me 4 months ago we'd end up in the VIP of The Chelsea as personal guests of Harry Styles I would've slapped you and called you a liar.” Cher leaned into Camille handing her a margarita.

“I know right?” Camille laughed and shook her head. They heard a commotion behind them. Camille whipped her head around but it was just Lucy's brother and a couple Tom's friends.

“Waiting for someone?” Cher raised her eyebrows.

“Shut up” Camille poked her.Just then as if on cue the music changed and the boys appeared.

What a man, what a man, what a man,

What a mighty good man

Gotta say it again now

What a man, what a man, what a man

Camille smacked Cher in the arm as both of them tried not to be too obvious. Holy fucking hell they all looked incredibly sexy.

Michael was in his usual look. Black skinnies, high necked black and white shirt, black coat and boots, rings and glasses.

Luke was killing it with his red shirt showing off plenty of his chest, matching nails, skin tight black trousers and silver glitter boots. Both dates dressed to match with Crystal in black and silver shorts and a crop top and Summer in a black catsuit trimmed in bright red.

Ashton was cheeky in a pink silk short sleeved top and black pants and boots. His gold necklaces glinted against his exposed skin.

Camille’s eyes landed on Calum and she couldn't breathe. His hair was curly and in his eyes which in itself was enough to make her melt. He had on the black long sleeve button up with white pinstripes, black skinny jeans that made his ass look extra cute and boots. Camille licked her lips and tried to calm her racing pulse. Blushing furiously she had to look away certain the entire room could read her thoughts.

Lucy came over to grab them so they could dance and Camille snapped out of her trance. A much as she wanted Calum after last night he had to make a move.

Calum and Ashton took a shot and then grabbed a beer before looking around the room. Lucy and Tom had their usual crew. Cher looked adorable with her hair up. Calum didn't know the curvy blonde girl Cher was talking to as he glanced away searching for Camille before it clicked in his brain.

His throat went dry and he couldn't swallow. Camille usually dressed modestly rarely trying for overly sexy, so to see her dressed so blatantly provocative caught him by surprise. Calum wasn't the only one appreciating her new look as what appeared to be Lucy's brother hovered nearby.

Calum scowled at him and sat down on one of the couches to gather up the courage liquid or otherwise to approach Camille. Camille saw Calum frown at her and decided against trying to talk to him if he was in a bad mood. Besides Drew, Lucy's brother, was pleasant enough for the time being. Although he was drinking at an alarming rate and Camille sensed he wasn't a pretty drunk. For right now she was gonna drink and dance with Tom and Lucy.

Cher didn't hesitate to make her way over to the guys. As the couples had separated from Ashton and Cal, Cher headed that way.

“What's up Cool Guy Cal and Mr Bravo” Cher giggled.

“Hey pretty lady why don't you sit next to me” Ashton was quick with a joke.  Cher settled in between them for a chat and a drink.

Calum chugged his beer and ordered another. Cher raised her eyebrows. “A little liquid courage never hurt” he told her sheepishly.

“For fucks sake Calum just go talk to her” Cher was exasperated.

“She looks busy” Calum pouted watching Camille dance with Dan? Dave? Drew? Drew, that's it. He looked like a fucking Drew.

Camille was absolutely sick of Drew and had finally screwed up her courage to go talk to Calum bad mood or not. She leaned in to whisper in Lucy's ear telling her she'd be back when she felt strong arms wrap around her waist. She squirmed to get away but Drew wasn't letting go.

“C'mon Camille let's dance” he slurred in her ear thrusting against her.

“Drew knock it off you're drunk” Lucy smacked her brother's arm to no avail.

Camille tried to get away but he was locked on to her. Until he wasn't. Suddenly she was free and Drew was on the floor. She turned around confused to find Calum enraged and standing over Drew.

“That's my girl. If you touch her again it'll be the last thing your ever do.” Calum's voice was tight and controlled and no one doubted he meant what he said.

Camille's jaw dropped as Calum stalked past her into the bathroom trailed by Ashton and Lucy's friend.Seconds later Camille pushed into the bathroom.Calum was leaned up against the wall with Ashton on one side and Lucy's friend Jessica hovering trying to touch him but he shrugged her off.

“Can you give us some privacy” Camille asked.Ashton moved towards the door Jessica continued to hover.

“Get out” Camille snapped at her and she scurried off behind Ashton.

“What the shit Hood?” Camille was standing inches from him. “Last night you leave with your girlfriend and never come back and now you wanna act like I belong to you. You can't have it both ways.”

“I packed Ameena's shit this morning. Took her key and her parking pass. Its over and done. I don't want it both ways. I only want to have you.” Calum's face was just inches from Camille's.

“So take me” Camille raised up on her toes and snaked her hand to the back of his neck pulling him in for a kiss.Calum's hands dug into her waist as his mouth met hers. Camille's melted under the soft yet demanding feel of Calum's lips against hers. His tongue finding its way to battle with hers as they clung to each other battling for dominance while submitting to desire all at once.Camille reached down to rub his hard cock through his pants while passionately kissing him with so much hunger that Calum falls back against the bathroom stall door.

He pulls back “Are you sure this is what you want? You really want to do this here in a bathroom?” Calum searches her face for any sign of hesitation.

Camille stares back at him. “Every time I hesitate something gets in my way. I don't care where it happens. I just want you.”

Calum smirked before yanking her hair back and attacking her neck. Kissing, biting and licking his way across her throat sending shivers down her spine. His hand slid into her shirt twisting her nipple between his fingers causing Camille to cry out.  Camille grabbed his cheeks kissing him fiercely as her hands clawed at his belt.

“You don't have to” Calum told her.

“Oh but I want to” Camille gave him a wicked grin causing his heartbeat to quicken before she ducked onto her knees and her mouth was on his cock. Swirling her tongue around the tip while gazing up at him Camille savored the moment before taking his length down her throat. Calum grunted and tried to grab her hair but she swatted his hands away. Camille set her own pace using her hands to pump and twist while she sucked him off. She used her fingers and tongue in ways Calum  hadn't experienced before making it impossible for him to speak. The strained moans coming from his throat sent shivers to her core. “Oh shit” Calum threw his head back against the stall his fingers unable to resist tangling in her hair as Camille made him cum down her throat. Calum's knees went weak and he looked up at Camille who stood up and  wiped her mouth with a very satisfied smirk.

“You're in so much trouble now” Calum told her grabbing her wrist. He used one hand to hold her wrists behind her back while the other slid up her thigh and under her skirt. Camille gasped as she felt him move her panties to the side and one of his long fingers slide into her slowly. She hissed as he moved excruciatingly slow pulling out then adding another finger and sliding back in. “Please don't tease” Camille whimpered.

“As you wish” Calum shot her a devilish look before releasing her wrists and pushing her skirt up her hips. Continuing to pump his fingers inside her Calum's lips found her clit wrapping around it and sucking gently.“Fuck Calum” Camille tried and failed to be quiet.Calum had her on the tip of his tongue and between the way she tasted and the sounds she was making he could feel his dick getting hard again. He was relentless his mouth and his fingers driving her to orgasm as she quivered against his face her fingers desperately tangled in his dark curls. Camille felt herself shatter against him. Her legs quaking and turning to jelly she thought she might collapse.

Instead she found herself wrapped in Calum's strong arms as he picked her up and carried her over to sit on the edge of the sink. He held her face in his hands. “You're sure you want this” Calum asked.

Camille smiled blissfully never taking her eyes from his she took his hand and raised it to her mouth. She kissed the palm of his hand lightly which brought a soft smile to Calum's now swollen lips. Then while maintaining eye contact placed his fingers that had been inside her to lips and began to suck her own juices off of them. “Oh fuck me” Calum swore reaching for his wallet as Camille giggled.

“You won't be laughing in a second darling” Calum muttered putting on the condom. His mouth met hers again as he found her entrance wet and waiting for him. Snapping his hips he buried himself fully inside her making her hiss and throw her head back.

“Does that hurt” he asked.

“Yes but don't you dare stop” Camille panted in his ear.

Calum tried to set an easy pace as he took his time enjoying the feel of her around him.Camille squirmed impatiently making him grin.Until she clenched around him and grabbed the back of his neck.

“Fuck me hard Calum. Do it.” She whispered before kissing under his jaw right on the sensitive spot she'd found. Raking her teeth along it she knew she was leaving marks. Calum responded immediately. He leaned her back partly against  the mirror.  Grabbing her hip with one hand and her throat with the other he set a punishing rhythm.  Camille couldn't help but squeeze around him every time he'd slam into her g spot causing them both to moan. Camille reached one hand down between her legs to rub circles on her clit the other caressing her own breasts. He'd never seen anything hotter. Calum could feel his orgasm building as he fucked Camille into oblivion.

“Are you close” he asked her.Camille just whimpered and nodded sending Calum into a frenzy.He watched her climax hit her. Her eyes screwed shut and his name tumbled from her lips again and again. Right as she hit her high her hips began to buck. Wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and he could feel her tremble around him. “Oh God what the fuck” it was too much and Calum's orgasm hit him harder and sooner than he expected. “Camille” he cried out her name as both a curse and a prayer.

Next Chapter All On My Mind

@biba3434 @vfdsstuff @babygirlcashton @toofadedtofight

[chinatea]

Ian/Baby G(Jiyeon), criminals, implied premeditated murder.

The party is so-so.

And yet, Jiyeon is here anyway, sipping his non-alcoholic cocktail, minding his own business and trying not to visibly gag at the vultures leering at him from the dim corners of the club. Most of them are his boyfriend’s cronies, and that’s probably the only reason he’s left alone to pout into his drink.

The criminal world is so, so dull, save for an occasional blood splatter on his lovely satin shirts. The travesty. Still, it’s another petty jibe to prickle his asshole of a boyfriend with. That fucking dipshit truly believes just because he doesn’t beat him, he’s some kind of glowing beacon of benevolence or something. Which is too bad. Jiyeon would rather take a punch to the face, something to make him so worked up he’d actually nut up and stab the guy in his sleep or something, and then take a bullet to the head from one of his lackeys, because he knows what happens to the rogue bitches of dead druglords - they bury them in the woods.

Or backyards, because gas prices are steep these days.

Stewing in his maudlin mood, he is startled to see a tall shot winding up in front of him, almost like magic, liquid like warm gold licking up the brims.

“I thought you might wanna have something stronger than whatever you’ve been having for the past hour, sweetheart.”

That’s...a long fucking sentence and Jiyeon’s brain breezed through most of it. There is only so much stimulation it can handle simultaneously and this man, whomever he is, is plenty stimulating. Visually so. He perches onto the stool next to Jiyeon, easy, suave and handsome - too handsome to be wasted in a jealous rampage, but what does Baby G care. All men are trash anyway. Including him.

He kisses his teeth, loud, just to let this hunk know how he’s not impressed - which is, actually, a coded signal for ‘I’m very much impressed. Please continue, honey, you’re doing great.’ And if the guy is not a total tool, he’ll get it. This is how Jiyeon filters out gems from trash.

(His boyfriend is pure trash, by the way. He never gets it.)

“And you’re, what, some kind of party police? I’m here and I fucking hate it, so there.”

Jiyeon’s upper lip curls into a snarl, right before he downs the drink offered, because he doesn’t have to explain himself to anyone.

“You wanna to talk about it?” the man says with a tranquil grin, eyes flickering down to his full lips - sinful as hell, Jiyeon is very much aware, as he swipes his tongue over them, a habit of his, nothing more. “I’m told I’m a great listener,” he then adds, eyes roaming his face, quite unabashedly, before meeting Jiyeon’s eyes, dragging him down into the deepest pools of black he’s ever seen.

Maybe Jiyeon likes him enough to skip all the pleasantries. Time spent on chitchat is time wasted, anyway.

“Do you wanna talk about it or do you wanna fuck me?”

The guy takes the cheekiness of his tone in stride.

“Can’t it be both?”

“As much as I like good ol’ chinwag for foreplay, I’d rather get fucked the marbles out of me, preferably before my boyfriend gets back from the backrooms, where he’d drilling some whore right now, and makes a scene. I’d give him about five more minutes. Can you do me in five minutes?”

Jiyeon, all business-like, checks his makeup in his compact’s mirror. If there is one rule he holds holy in this world without order, it’s to look flawless as he’s being railed through a wall, or something. Who knows what’s awaiting him on the other side of that wall. The world is unpredictable like that, but at least, his mascara doesn’t flake all over his face.

“I’d rather take you out for dinner, first. How does tomorrow sound?” the guy asks.

What a spoilsport, Jiyeon thinks, clicking his compact shut, as he stares at him, one perfectly trimmed eyebrow quirked in bemusement.

“Sure, I’ll just go ask my psycho boyfriend first,” Jiyeon says. “His name is Seunghee, by the way. I’m sure you’ve heard of the guy.”

“He won’t be a problem,” the guy shrugs, all blase about the name that makes even the old underdogs act like their buttholes are on fire.

“Wish I could say the same,” Jiyeon sighs as he tucks his fists under his chin. When he’s not having sex, he’s a mellow bitch, ready to cry his little heart out. “He’s been the pain in my ass, pun intended, ever since we met at some shady host bar. And I wasn’t even working there, you know. Got dragged in by a friend, but he saw me and...”

...harassed him into this fucked-up joke of a relationship. Sometimes Jiyeon can hardly believe he’s being forced to waste his youth being that asshole’s ragdoll. One of these days, he’s going to snap and kill the bastard, to hell with the consequences.

“Hey, there, we’re talking now,” the guy says, matter-of-factly, with the tiniest pinch of a taunt. As if he knew not to provoke Jiyeon with faux sympathy. Smart move. “Wasn’t so bad, was it. Tell me more.”

“What’s there to tell? I hate his guts and wish him dead. End of story.”

Jiyeon finishes his own drink, the non-alcoholic gin and tonic, before hopping off the barstool, ready to be on his way. If he’s not getting dick tonight, then what’s the point.

“But thanks for asking, yeah?” he smiles, brushing his hand over the guy’s shoulder. The guy who catches his hand and pulls him closer as he leans over to whisper intimately.

“What if I can make it happen. And you let me take you out for dinner. How does that sound?”

Jiyeon looks at him and then starts laughing. Maybe it’s the alcohol in his system, although he could probably douse himself in vodka and still feel sober afterwards, but the off-handed way the guy made the delivery was really fucking funny to Jiyeon.

“You know what,” he giggles into his palm. “Forget about that, I’ll fucking date you, if you kill him.”

He reaches out his tiny well-groomed hand to shake on it, all in good laugh, of course, and the guy takes it, bringing it to his lips and pressing a chaste kiss to his pulse point. For everyone else to see, but unbothered in the slightest, dark eyes trained at Jiyeon the whole time, unwavering and intense.

“Deal.”

And that was a week ago. This morning Jiyeon wakes up to an empty flat, meaning that scumbag didn’t return home last night, probably still stuck up some slut’s butthole. Meaning Jiyeon can have one peaceful morning all to himself. Bless the small mercies.

It’s almost nine in the evening when Jiyeon starts wondering, some very peculiar thoughts drifting through his mind, as he stares at his phone, blissfully silent the whole day - the possessive prick would send him a deluge of messages throughout the day, checking on him, and god forbid Jiyeon switches off his phone or something. Today, however, silence.

It’s twelve AM, next morning, that Jiyeon finally turns on the TV, from boredom, and it’s all over the news: the bomb in the penthouse, possibly an assassination, possibly drug-related, gang war(?), only one casualty. The former drug lord, Lee Seunghee. The police currently is investigating the suspects…

Jiyeon’s hands are shaking as he scrambles for his phone. One message, unread, time of the delivery - 2:45AM. Right after the bomb went off, according to the reports.  

‘So, about that dinner tomorrow...’

And Jiyeon smiles.

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So, who do u think Ian is? (Ya know, I’ve always wanted to write an au where BG is just as fucked-up as Ian is. So, I guess this is it.)

Some of you might notice a slight discrepancy with the timing, like if the bombing only happened last night, where was BG’s bf the whole day prior? I don’t know if I wanna explain it here without giving away who Ian is. Maybe in part two, then.

Now, I feel like I need to write a second part, or smth.

[crossroadsimagine]

hi cutie! could i get a match up from psycho pass, my hero academia, attack on titan or naruto? (sorry if thats a lot to choose from, to limit it, ill go with mha or aot) im 5’5, a bisexual female, i love cooking and painting. im pretty clumsy sometimes and im fairly reserved and quiet until you get to know me. im very shy and submissive but also very defensive and protective of the ones i love, i have quite a temper but i never act on it. (1/2)🖤

☰ Matched with Kirishima

Kirishima will show immediate interestin you though not necessarily in a romantic way at first, more so just a genuinekind and caring attitude towards you and an interest in becoming friends withyou especially since you can seem reserved, shy and quiet at first, whichpiques his curiosity to want to learn more about you as well as just wanting toinclude you in activities. 

Once he does develop feelings for you it’ll befairly obvious because he can become noticeably nervous and flustered while he’sstill figuring out his feelings for you and how to ask you out. When he doesask you out it will be when the two of you are alone and most likely at the endof the day, he will be pretty flustered to ask you out but bounces back and isquick to act like his normal self when you agree. 

From the moment the two of youstart dating he is very loyal and dedicated to you and takes the relationshipvery seriously, and while he doesn’t flat out make plans with you for the longterm future because he rarely plans ahead even for the next day but any time hedoes talk about the future you’re included meaning he sees the relationship aspermanent. 

Kirishima is very outgoing and adventurous and will like spending timewith you, he’s also very attentive and shows real interest and curiosity inthings you like and enjoy. If he sees you doing something like painting, he’llbe curious about what your painting and will ask questions about it, “What areyou painting?”, “Is it for someone?”, “Why are you painting it?” etc, he’ll be thisway with nearly all your hobbies and even showing an interest in helping orjoining in if possible, such as seeing you cooking he’ll offer to help you. 

In general,he is very caring and helpful and if he thinks you could use some help, he’lloffer help, offering to carry things for you, get things for you, help you withcooking, chores, shopping, studying, exercising, anything. 

You can be pretty clumsyat times which can worry him a bit and you are rather reserved and quiet, buthe will push to break you out of your shell and push you out of your comfortzone not forcefully, but he will like to see you try new things with him. Youare very defensive and protective of the ones you care about and can have atemper but never act on it. 

Kirishima can be very protective and quick todefend the ones he loves as well, and he will do anything to keep you safe andsound. He is very understanding and can be a good listener which makes him verysympathetic and comforting towards you when it comes to your insecurities andtrust issues and he will not force you to open up to him or trust himimmediately, he will constantly work hard to prove himself to you and get youto feel comfortable around him but he absolutely won’t pressure you or push youto get close to him and open up to him over night. 

He is one that will stay byyour side comforting you during your downs and cheering you up and constantly praisingand cheering you on during your ups. He is not one to argue with you and whilehe can have a temper at times it’s never directed at you and he does remain ratherlevel headed even when angry. 

He will be affectionate and loving towards you rightfrom the start and especially when he’s trying to cheer you up or comfort you,he can be more physical especially if he’s at a loss for words on what to sayto cheer you up. 

He’s not very romantic but can be very considerate and can becompletely selfless at times wanting to spoil you and give you anything youwant, loving to see you happy and smiling.

☰ Headcanons between you two

■Is very loving and affectionate and can be open to PDA because he has atendency to be close to you, invade your personal space and lean on or againstyou even before a romantic relationship if the two of you are just friends. So,he’s more than comfortable with being affectionate when the two of you aretogether especially when it comes to holding hands.

■Doesn’t get very angry or argue with you much at all and you would really haveto rile him up over something important to get him to argue with you. Even ifyou get snippy or lose your temper, he can be surprisingly calm and will wantto talk things out and make peace rather than fight, especially if he feelslike you’re mad about something else and not really at him.

■Very polite and respectful with you and really protective too though he doesn’tget jealous as easily and tends to be more concerned with your safety andhappiness. This makes him quick to react in dangerous situations or quick tostand up for you in social situations and defend you if anyone dares to criticizeyou in front of him.

■Can seem a bit clingy or nosey at times because he is very attentive and likesspending time with you, which means he tries to involve you in as much aspossible and experience as much as possible with you. He can easily push youout of your comfort zone as well because he’ll want you to try new things anddo new things especially when it comes to things, he feels like you should havedone already. Like if you’ve never been to the beach, he’ll insist on making ithappen.

☰ Other possible matches

◐ Eren is encouraging and loving but can bea bit blunt or easily irritated at times and can argue over small things but canget over it relatively quickly and will even reluctantly apologize if he knowshe’s in the wrong. He can be spontaneous and adventurous and will likeexperiencing new things with you, but he can be extremely over protective attimes and gets jealous pretty quickly too, he’s also quick to jump in anddefend you from criticism no matter who the criticism is from. He does likebeing affectionate with you but can also be easily embarrassed by it especiallyat the start of the relationship.

◐ Kagari is very laid back, loving andaffectionate with you and even a little too affectionate and flirty onoccasions, sometimes to the point of being smothering he has absolutely no problemswith PDA or being affectionate towards you in front of others and really isn’tvery shy about it either. He likes spending as much time with you as possibleeven if it’s just relaxing and talking, he will like hearing about your day,your passions or even just listening to you vent about things. He is quiteoptimistic and encouraging at times and will like making you smile and takingyour mind off of any problems you’re having, he may be a bit distant at timesthough or reluctant to talk about himself on occasions deflecting questions.

◐ Shisui is very positive, outgoing andwill push you to do and try new things with him, he loves to do things with youeven if it’s just staying home and cooking together or playing games. But hewill like having new and unique adventures with you so when he hears aboutsomething new or different that you haven’t done before he will be very persistentabout getting you to go with him. He is also very patient and understandingwith you so if you have trust issues or problems he is sympathetic and will becomforting towards you about them, wanting you to come to trust and open up tohim but he certainly will not rush you but he stays by your side and makes sureyou know he’s there for you if you need him.

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The Deal Set - Jim Moriarty

Request: Yo! What about something platonic between reader and Sherlock and John and Jim? Like, the super sleuths never interact casually with the psycho, but we get little snippets of Sherlock and John having tea with her, and later Moriarty shows up at her place and they just read with each other. Each person knows that this happens, but they never mess with her or use her because they’ve agreed she’s off limits, and she would kick their asses if they tried. They just all really like her company, lol.

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.

ALL MASTERLIST’S Requests are OPEN for anime characters!! See what’s acceptable here!

“I can’t stay for too much longer, i’m afraid.”

John sighed, and Sherlock’s eyes slowly fell shut as both of their shoulders slumped upon your words. You, being fully away of their less-then-please reactions, only giggled against your teacup, shaking your head. “Now,” you begun, raising a brow, “we know the rules, boys, don’t we?”

John and Sherlock made eye contact, a moment of silent passed as the both of them argued silently over who would answer. After a solid minute passed and it was clear Sherlock wasn’t going to answer, John set his teacup down with a heavy sigh and nodded. “We get you for morning tea on Wednesday’s, and he gets you for the evening.”

You smirked, biting your lip; “he has a name John.”

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, Y/N,  Moriarty is dangerous.” Sherlock finally spoke, taking his guarded eyes and setting them on your figure. He seemed uncaring, but you knew from experience that the man was actually quite worried. You knew this - but it wouldn’t change a thing. “We don’t know his true intentions.”

“You don’t know his true intentions.” You snapped, sending a warning look Sherlock’s way - he promptly shut up.

Taking a deep breath, you set your hand on both of John’s and Sherlock’s free hands. “Listen, I know you’re both worried,” you sent them gentle smiles. “But I know what i’m doing. I’ve known him much longer than either of you have, I knew him before he was a murderer and I know his intentions. I love him, just like I love the both of you. I don’t meddle in your investigations, so don’t meddle with my life.”

Guilt flooded Sherlock, though he remained eerily silent - giving you your answer.

“Well,” John began, to lessen the tension. “You can’t blame us for trying,” he smirked, “we are the good guys.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you sipped the last of your tea. “I won’t deny that,” you grinned. As your laughed dwindled, you set your teacup down and stood up, dusting the imaginary dirt off of your hands on your jeans. “It’s been fun boys, but I should head out. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

John nodded, sending you a smile; “of course.”

You sent them both a wave, excusing yourself out and grabbing your coat off of the coat hook, slipping it over your shoulders. You bundled up tightly - it was winter after all - wrapping your scarf tightly around your neck, you prepared yourself for the cold that would hit you the moment you walked down the stairs.

Just as your hand fell on the door knob, a voice stopped you; “Y/N?”

That was definitely Sherlock. “Yes?”

“Be careful.”

You paused, closing your eyes for a moment before nodding. “I always am.”

“Jim?”

Slipping off your boots, you hung up the same coat you’d left Sherlock’s flat in, up in the closet, peering around the corner for your mysterious boyfriend. “Are you home?”

“Kitchen.” Jim’s voice cut through the silence of the house. You frowned, he sounded quite pissed.

Making your way through the living room, you entered the kitchen, finding Jim sat at the breakfast table, still in one of his pressed suits and a bitter expression on his face. “Hello,” you smiled, eyes crinkling.

“Did you enjoy your time with Sherlock?”

You paused at Jim’s question, hands gripping the kitchen counter as you sighed heavily. Normally your boys weren’t so pushy about the issue at hand - maybe the reality of your little ‘deal’ was starting to hit them. “We’ve talked about this Jim,” you mumbled, voice sharp. “If you enjoy spending time with me, then you have to deal with me spending time with Sherlock and John.”

The chair Jim had been sat on screeched as he stood up, stepping across the short distance over to you. His hands fell on your waist, pressing his chest against your back. “I’m aware,” Jim whispered, placing a bit of pressure on the grip he held on you. “Doesn’t mean I can’t be jealous.”

You grunted a bit as you felt his fingers dig into your sides. Twisting in his grip, you peered up at Jim, crossing your arms over your chest. “Jim.”

The seemingly psychotic man suddenly grinned, all traces of anger gone. “Yes, love?”

You rolled your eyes, smirking as your hands fell on his chest. “Just thought i’d let you know,” you grinned mischievously, “i have a wonderful time with Sherlock and John.”

A dark glint flashed through Jim’s eyes but still, he continued to grin. “Well, i’m sure we will have a much more amazing time.”

“Oh?” You questioned, raising a brow. “You promise?”

“Of course.”

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[uniformbravo]

tagged by @kittensintinytophats (aaaa thank u for thinking of me!!)

Rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 followers you want to know better!

Age: 23

Birthplace: california

Current time: 6:49 pm

Drink you last had: literally just took a sip of water wo

Easiest person to talk to: probably.... my mom

Favourite song: at the moment!!! the flip flappers ed is!!!! extremely good!!!!!! and very fun to play on the piano!!!!!!

Grossest memory: dont make me relive that shit???? why is this on here

Hogwarts House: gryffindor babey

In love: what is what i wont say i am

Jealous of people: hmm less jealousy & more like, goals? like if i see someone at a place i wish i was i just kinda go “ooo me too” & fantasize abt it w/o actually u know doing anything to get there whoops

Killed someone: a detective wrote this question

Love at first sight or walk by again: what does this mean

Middle name: uniformbravo

No. of siblings: 4

One wish: that mob psycho s2 will have 25 eps (imagine)

Person you last called: um like does a doctor’s office count?? i literally never call anybody lol

Question you are asked most: “where’s mom”

Song you last sung: the uh flip flappers ed lmao u shoulda put this question first?

Time you woke up: so like im gonna take this opportunity to complain abt my current state of sleep bc LMAO so i recently had a minor surgery & they were like “u gotta sleep elevated for a while” & the easiest place to do that is the couch in the living room. however i am a very light sleeper, which is super inconvenient for me bc sleep is like the most important thing in my life 2 me & i get extremely grumpy & pissed when my sleep is messed with. unfortunately for me i live w/ 5 fucking Hooligans who are either up rly late or waking up at uhhh fuckin 6 in the morning for whatever goddamn reason?? and there is literally not a single sound they could make that wouldnt wake me up so im like. i have maybe this 6 hr window where i get to have a good sleep at night & i operate on like a 9-10 hr basis so i’ve been fuckin dead as SHIT lately, & i cant even take naps bc sleeping elevated is rly fuckin hard for me & i only get tired during the day if im laying down flat so ive been pretty fucked, boiys, lemme tell u,,

anyway to answer the question this morning i woke up at abt 6:45, which was 4 hrs after i fell asleep, which has nothing to do with sleeping in the living room or anything, i was reading fanfiction until 12:30 (it made me cry :’( ) & then writing fanfiction until abt 3 am (to cope) so like. u know

Underwear colour: navy blue ya weirdo!!!

Vacation destination: disney parks lol..... im too nervous to go to any outside of the us tho unless i learn fuckin french chinese and japanese first

Worst habit: absolute worst?? letting friendships fade bc i cant maintain the energy required to keep them hooOOOO *air horns*

X-rays: like uh. back. hand/wrist. the other wrist that one time. teeth a lot

Favourite food: probably mochi ice cream but not green tea

I tag: @pachelbelsheadcanon @cry-beeby @docnoctem @dolichomorph @saigems

thats all i can think of rn srry i kno it was like “tag ur followers” but i dont feel comfortable reachin out to ppl i dont know in case they hate me???? byeghjdhfsd

(if u follow me & u dont hate me do this)

[darkisucksanditwrites]

Privilege

for @steffelchen, aomomo 10. First time he/she felt jealous about a relationship he/she has

“The new guy is weird.”

Tetsu looked at Aomine, his neck twisted in a weird angle. There was a wrinkle between his brows and his thin lips were pressed together, forming a tight line.

And then Aomine realized he was probably pushing on him too hard.

“Oh. Sorry.” He said and let Tetsu sit up more comfortably on the floor. The other boy heaved a sigh of relief and after performing one last stretch stood up.

“You mean Kise-kun?” He asked and they moved to the other part of the gym to reach the benches.  Tetsu picked up a bottle of water and took a sip.

“Yeah.” Aomine said and looked around the gym. Finding Kise wasn’t a problem, not even in a crowd. He just stood out with his mop of blond hair, flashy personality and melodic laugh.

“He has his quirks as everyone.” Tetsu said with a shrug. Aomine scoffed.

“He’s a total masochist. Yesterday, he told me to play one on one with him ten times. And you know what happened?”

Tetsu simply blinked.

“He lost every time.”

“I see.”

“That’s your only reaction?!” Aomine felt annoyed at his friend’s indifference. Tetsu rolled his eyes.

“Wow Aomine-kun, that’s amazing Aomine-kun, you’re so great Aomine-kun.”

“Shut up.” He threw his towel at the shorter boy who simply dodged it and made Aomine angry even more.

“You’re a shit friend Tetsu.”

Kuroko hid his smile while he sipped on his water.

“Good morning!”

They both looked when a high voice cut through the air and Momoi walked into the gym, carrying a stack of papers.

Some of the bolder players replied to the greeting, and the shyer ones muttered, nodded or tried to hide from their manager.

Aomine through it was stupid, that some of the guys were harboring a secret crush on Satsuki of all people. It’s not like this was an all-boys school and not like she was the only female manager either.

The other two girls, Aomine forgot their names, could be pretty cute he supposed. Though compared to Satsu they were pretty plain.

Aomine scowled at his own thoughts and turned away from approaching Satsuki, after she put the stack of papers on the stage.

Aomine sat on the bench and pretended he was very much into tying his shoes.

“Dai-chan!”

“What do you want.” He grumbled but didn’t look up.

He glared at Momoi’s ankles and heard her sigh and shift, probably putting her hands on her hips.

He looked up at her and glared when she looked at him with accusation.

“Good morning to you too. You didn’t wait for me today.”

Aomine shrugged.

“I had something to do.”

She mock laughed and shook her head.

“You also didn’t yesterday after you finished.”

He simply shrugged.

“What do you want woman. Can’t you see were busy with practice?”

“I don’t see you being busy with practice. All I see, is you being busy with being a lazy a- “

“Momoi-san.” Tetsu spoke suddenly, probably having enough being ignored and they both jumped suddenly.

“Jesus Christ.” Aomine felt slightly embarrassed, because he was just talking with Tetsu and he suddenly forgot he was even there!

I’ll never get used to this.

“Tetsu-kun!” Momoi said in a high-pitched voice, but quickly recovered and served Tetsu her most brilliant smile while she did that thing when she pushed a bit of her hair behind her ear. She stopped wearing it in a ponytail and just left it loose suddenly and Aomine had a suspicion it had to do with their friendly ghost.

Aomine wanted to snort at all the guys from the team who were not so secretly in love with Satsuki. He kind of felt bad for them since none of them could compete with Kuroko.

They’d have to find him first.

“Momoi-san.” Kuroko acknowledged her in a flat voice. “Can we help you?”

“Huh? Oh yes!” Aomine rolled his eyes. “The coach asked me to prepare a menu for you. Here.” She gave Kuroko a piece of paper. “It’s personalized.” She added, sounding extremely proud of herself.

Tetsu read through it and then eyed the stack of papers on the stage.

“Did you write all of that yourself?”

“Oh! No, no. I only did the first string. Acchan and Micchan, helped me with the rest,”

“Still. That’s amazing.” Tetsu muttered to himself as he read his menu and completely missed the way Momoi blushed and clapped her hands over her cheeks.

“Hey guys! Hi Momocchi! What are you doing?”

“Ki-chan!” Satsuki turned to the approaching Kise who grinned back.

Aomine felt like if he was stabbed. Ki-chan?

“I’m distributing menus. Here’s yours.” She said and gave Kise his sheet of paper.

“Thank youuu.” He drawled but didn’t look at what she wrote.

“Momocchi!” He gasped and Satsu straightened suddenly.

“Y-yes?”

“You got that hairpin!”

Aomine blinked, confused.

Satsu’s eyes went wide and sparkly as she touched the silver piece of metal in her hair. Aomine completely missed it for some reason.

“I did! Thanks for the advice.”

“No problem. If you need any more tips I’m always here. I can finally use my experience with having two, older sisters.”

They both laughed. Aomine felt like if he was in a comedy skit.

“Actually, I have a question.” Satsu took out her smartphone from the pocket of her blazer and scrolled for a moment.

“Here. What do you think of this?” She showed Kise the screen.

Kise frowned and hummed for a moment, turning serious.

“It could work, but how about this?” He pressed something on the screen. “That’s a better one for you.” He said and looked at Momoi from top to bottom and nodded to himself.

“Yep. Definitely better.”

“Oh, I see.”

Aomine was shell shocked. If he did something like this, she’d probably threw the phone at his head.

“Ki-chan, listen.” She said and and again Aomine felt as if he was hit over the head. He scowled. “Do you have time to go shopping with me on Saturday?”

“This Saturday? It could be difficult. I have a session. Is next one okay?”

“Sure! I can’t wait.”

“Great, me t- “

“Okay, ladies.” Aomine said and stood up suddenly between them.  “You can continue this girl talk after practice, and after I kick your ass again.” He said pointed a finger at Kise.

“Huh? I thought you said you didn’t want to anymore after yesterday, because it was boring.”

“Well, I changed my mind.”

Kise’s eyes sparkled with a dangerous gleam.

“Bring it.” He said with a smirk.

He’s a psycho.

Aomine humped and then felt something hit him in the back.

“Ow!”

“Who died and made you coach?” Momoi took the stack of papers away. “That was very rude.”

Aomine shrugged.

“You’re interrupting practice. Right Tet- where did he go?“

“Uh, I think there?” Kise said and pointed under the hoop where Kuroko was unsuccessfully practicing three pointers.

“Tetsu-kun is so diligent and polite, you could learn from him.” Satsu said and grabbed Kise’s arm. “Come on Ki-chan. You’ll help me give these out.” She pulled him away.

“See you later Aomine-kun.” She said and stuck out her tongue at him.

Aomine almost yelled after her calling her ugly or stupid, but she wasn’t listening to him anymore, so there was no point.

He kicked the bench and some of the other first stringers sent him a weird look, including Kuroko.

He grabbed a ball and started dribbling. He’s going to take it out later on Kise.

Ki-chan. He thought with annoyance. Was this some kind of joke? He scowled and run up to the hoop to perform a dunk.

He was the only chan here okay?