#and you still try something in my party and in front of mu whole fucking family?

[shortnsweetgf]

i need to vent about something that happened and i’ll do it in the tags of this post and i dont really know how to trigger it but it may be triggering so yeah maybe dont read it idc i just need to talk to the void

[sillygoofyqueer]

sorry i send you so many asks i might as well go live in your inbox BUT pangolin!shen yuan is SO CUTE (panyuan? shen yuangolin?), i know he LOVES climbing on wei qingwei's broad shoulders and traveling to the peaks, listening to wei qingwei talk endlessly about all the peak lords and cultivators and their swords.

as a pangolin he has no job or anything so he'd wander off to watch liu qingge train, standing there with his little paws held together in that adorable pangolin way. maybe some bai zhan kids try to kick him and liu qingge immediately punts them to the other side of the field bc everyone knows that if you mess with the pangolins, you mess with wan jian peak, and you really don't want that. or shen yuan goes to qian cao peak to watch mu qingfang work his medicine magics. an ding peak is definitely the best place for treats, esp shang qinghua who just plops a whole bag of nuts and seeds in front of him when he visits.

also he'd hide behind wei qingwei's legs, little claws clinging to his robes like a tiny scaly child whenever shen qingqiu comes by for disciple swords, because that man is intimidating and everyone is so freaking tall when you're only 80 cm long.

shen yuan has also 100% bitten people.

You've actually fallen for my trap that I set out purely to lure you into my inbox and now you're trapped here forever and ever and we WILL be having tea parties every week. Sorry. You're my friend now, that's basically what I'm like with my friends. I've just realised that I'm basically atticwifing you....but platonically. ANYWAY. Shen Yuan absorbs so much information from Wei Qingwei's rambles, even squeaking and offering little sounds to ensure that the peak lord knows that he is listening! While the rest of the sect have gotten used to this little limpet hanging onto WQW, visitors are like "is one of your peak lords actually insane" and the peak lords are like "nah just watch this" and they listen as SY seemingly RESPONDS to something WQW has said with a questioning sort of hum. Shocked Pikachu faces all around. Also, I love to think about a couple of the more spiteful, spoiled disciples of one of the peaks ganging up on poor pangolin SY because they think they're above the consequences of their actions. SY stumbles his way back to Wan Jian Peak, where he is met by WQW. The man is. Very gentle. as he treats the pangolin's wounds. Then he turns his attention to finding who has done this to his precious little pet, and all of the peak lords are reminded of just how scary WQW can be when he has a valid reason to be. The man is horrifying, normally warm and friendly smile wiped completely off his face - instead, there's a scowl. A petrifying scowl that looks out of place on his face. Let's just say that the disciples are very quickly found and...dealt with. Also!! I read the last little paragraph and just...immediately thought of a different kind of panyuan - a little demon type creature that WQW likely took in as a baby because...listen, so what if it's a demon, the shimei on the beast peak said that it's okay because "pangolin-type demons are harmless, trust me bro". This little pangolin baby has a human form, meaning WQW basically has a little baby that is sometimes a pangolin. In human form, he has his little tail and spatterings of scales over his body, and he is just a little GUY. He's just as charming as a little child, peeking out from behind WQW's robes and clinging to him, often just resorting to communicating through his little chirps and squeaks when he gets scared or far too shy for words. He is still taken to literally all of the peak lord meetings, because he's just a little guy, and god forbid anyone finds SY NOT sitting on WQW's shoulders or cuddled in his embrace. Everyone else is, at first, kind of hesitant because bro that's a child get him OUT of our meetings. Then they're hit with the big ole eyes and they fucking crumble.

[ghostdrew22]

Shut Up || Draco Malfoy

Requested: No Pairing: Draco Malfoy x gryffindor!fem!reader Warnings: implications of sex, alcohol and drugs, asshole!hermione and swearing

Summary: Not a lot of Y/N’s fellow Gryffindor’s approve of her relationship with the Slytherin Prince, despite the fact that he makes you immeasurably happy and his own friends accept you.

WORDS : 1788

Lyric snippets I used are from “shut up” by Ariana Grande and they’re not in chronological order.

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“My presence sweet and my aura bright,”

“Y/N, you’re so lovable and that begs the question; what are you doing with this insufferable git?” Blaise perks up with a smirk as he sits across from Draco and Y/N in the Great Hall for breakfast.

Beside him Pansy Parkinson nudges his ribs softly and gives you a bright smile, “Don’t listen to him. Draco’s okay once you get to know him.”
 “Okay?” Draco scoffs out as he chokes on a bite of his apple- making you and Pansy erupt in a fit of giggles. “8 years of friendship and that’s all I get?”

“Be grateful, I wanted to say less intolerable.”

“You love me and you know it.” He grumbles as he moves back to eating his apple- his hand resting faintly on the small of your back as you turn to look up at him.

“It’s very hard not to.” You say with a smile as you drop a kiss on his cheek- making him grin widely and turn rapidly to catch your lips against his own. Your kiss earns a grin from Blaise and a groan from Pansy- even though they’re both very happy that their friend is in love.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve the sun herself.” He whispers once your lips finally part and you smile goofily at his words.

“Stop.” You giggle out and he shakes his head before whispering that he never will, and allowing you to go back to eating.

You don’t miss the awkward stares being thrown toward you from the Gryffindor table but you ignore them- choosing instead to focus on the butterflies erupting in your stomach and the smiles of glee that your new beau’s friends are blinding you with from across the Slytherin table.

~~~

“diamonds good for my appetite.”

You and Draco are spending the Summer together at the Malfoy Manor since your parents are hardly ever around with work anyway and Narcissa practically begged you to come.

“Happy birthday Y/N!” Mrs Malfoy exclaims as she hands you a small box, the size of a journal, with black wrapping and a green ribbon. You and Draco are sitting on a couch that’s on side of the Malfoy’s living room, and his parents are sat on another couch on the opposite side of the room. Narcissa and Draco are beaming and Lucius is looking rather indifferent from his spot beside his wife.

“Thank you so much…” You respond with a faltering smile as you turn beside you to catch your boyfriend’s eyes in confusion, “But my birthday was months ago.”

“We know darling but we couldn’t owl the gift to you because it’s quite valuable, and we wanted to see your face when you opened it.”

“You really didn’t have to get me anyt-“

“Nonsense Y/N, we wanted to.”

“That’s really kind, thank you so much.” You smile shyly up at them and Narcissa laughs lightly.

“Now open it! We’re itching to see your reaction.”

You do as the Malfoy matriarch says and unwrap the gift, finding a black, velvet jewellery case beneath the wrapping. A gasp escapes your lips when you open the case and find a diamond necklace encased inside.

“This is too mu-“ You start but Narcissa is already laughing and shaking her head.

“Don’t even try to talk us out of giving it to you.”

“Are you sure?” You ask as your eyes scan over the glistening jewels that surround the silver chain.

“Draco, put it on her.”  Lucius suddenly interjects- shocking you all.

Draco does as his father tells him to and hooks the necklace around your neck before softly dropping the diamonds just below your collarbone. Lucius gets up from the couch, grabs a nearby small mirror, and walks toward you and Draco.

“Aren’t you sure?” He asks as he puts the mirror in front of you and allows you to see it on yourself.

Another gasp escapes your lips as you trail your fingers around the shining material, the light from one of the windows hitting it just right. “I am.” You finally breathe out with a smile, “Thank you so much, it’s exquisite.”

“Oh darling it was no trouble, I wasn’t going to wear it.” Narcissa says as she also stands up and comes to meet her husband in front of you- intertwining their fingers together- “Besides, it’s only right you start dressing like a Malfoy now.” She winks at you before pulling her husband out of the room and leaving you to be with Draco alone.

You try to resist the urge to smile like an idiot at her comment about you becoming a Malfoy.

“That’s coming out of my inheritance so I hope you like it.” Draco says with a smirk as he eyes you.

“Dra-“

“But it’s okay if you don’t, we can pick something else out if you like.” He smiles softly at you and you feel your entire insides melt at his words- the diamonds are exquisite, you can’t lie, but they mean way less than Draco’s determination to satisfy you to your heart’s content.

You smile back at him in awe, “I love it, it’s perfect.”

“Are you sure?” He raises his eyebrows.

You bring your lips up to his and cup his cheek softly before parting away from him with a smile, “Does that answer your question?”

~~~

“I vibrate high and my circle lit.”

Slytherins are nothing like Gryffindors when it comes to partying, they’re a completely different league. Draco was initially scared to bring you along to one of his house exclusive parties because he was worried that you wouldn’t enjoy them, or you wouldn’t like him afterwards, but Pansy was having none of it and insisted that you come along with the three of them and get, as she worded it, absolutely wrecked.

And absolutely wrecked do you get.

At first you’re a bit hesitant- still processing the shock of finding 7th years snorting white lines off Salazar’s ancient desk- but Draco eases you into it and ensures you that you don’t need to try anything that  you don’t want to. So you start slow, taking your time with a glass of firewhiskey while the boy beside you tries his best to outdrink Blaise and keep his attention on you- he’s definitely not beating Blaise though, not when all he can think about is dragging you off into a corner and-

“Hey Y/N, have you ever gotten high?” Pansy interrupts his train of thought and you nod your head at her question.

Usually you just get drunk at parties but if Neville’s around he usually doesn’t mind sharing a joint with you. “Yes, a few times.”

“Want to smoke now?” She raises her eyebrows at you.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to love- don’t feel pressured.” Draco says in your ear and you smile, turning your face to give him a quick kiss.

“I’m not drunk anyway so let’s do it.”

Soon enough you are as high as a bloody kite, hopping up and down to some muggle song they’re blasting on the speakers, one hand in the air and another tightly gripping the arm that Draco has wrapped around your waist from behind, trying to sing along with Pansy. The vibes in the Slytherin common room are nothing like you’d expected them to be. You’d anticipated unnecessarily expensive alcohol, boring music, snooty glances being thrown your way and absolutely no dancing but it’s nothing like that, instead there’s people bouncing off the walls, cheap alcohol everywhere, incredible muggle music surrounding you and everyone has been immensely inviting toward you the whole night- to the point where they’ve invited you to come back.

The Slytherins are nothing like Gryffindors when it comes to partying, and although a few of them are a bit too hardcore for you to keep up with, Draco and his friends are the perfect people to party with. When they all let their guards down, have a few drinks and hear the right song playing they have the most excitement you’d ever seen in your life. Partying with them is an incredible sensation- they’re exciting and fun and friendly, and they honestly make you feel breathless.

Draco in particular is letting loose a side of him that you’ve never seen before- laughing it up with everyone that approaches you, excitedly dragging you around the room to see all the different aspects of a Slytherin party and dancing, he hasn’t stopped dancing with you all night.

“You give off good vibrations!” Pansy yells over the music and Blaise nods in agreement.

“I didn’t think anyone would ever be able to keep up with the three of us but Draco picked you well.” Blaise adds and you playfully scoff.

“If anything, I picked him.”

“And how lucky was I at that?” He laughs and looks down at you to kiss you.

“Very lucky.” You mumble with a goofy smile once he pulls away and as soon as your eyes lock you both know- it’s time to go. You barely have time to say goodbye to Blaise and Pansy before he’s dragging you up to his prefect dorm and slamming the door shut behind you both.

~~~

“How you been spending your time? How you be using your tongue? You be so worried ‘bout mine, can’t even get yourself none.”

“So maybe you should shut up.”

“Y/N, I’ll never understand why you’re going out with this foul, loathsome gi-“

“Hermione, when was the last time you had a good shag?” You interrupt the Gryffindor- having had enough of her rude insults barricading your boyfriend. Beside you Draco chokes on the bottle of water he was drinking and widens his eyes at you.

“What?” Hermione asks, clearly flustered, as her cheeks turn a bright shade of pink.

“A good shag. When was the last time you were fucked senseless?” You ask again and inch close enough for your lips to be right by her ear, “Because I can tell you when last I was… Last night, prefect dorm, two hours of heavenly bliss.”

“Y/N!” She exclaims as she pulls away from you in shock and embarrassment, “That’s wildly inappropriate.”

“Indeed, it is.” You offer a smile, “So I suggest you stop talking so much shit with that tongue of yours before I tell you what Draco likes to do to me with his.”

Hermione nods- still in shock- and quickly turns to leave. You turn to face your boyfriend- who has the biggest smile of admiration on his face- with a smirk and he chuckles once Hermione is out of earshot. “Bloody hell, I don’t deserve you.”

“Not at all.” You smirk and pull a few feet away from him so that you can slowly open the first two buttons of your blouse in the empty hallway, “But maybe you can try to.”


“My room, now.”

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i hate that little scene with lucius but i literally can’t write it out because i can’t unthink the idea- that probably sounds ridiculous.

Anyway, this is just a small, cute, IMPULSIVE idea I got one day after listening to ‘shut up’ by Ariana Grande. Some soft fluff for the Gryffindors.

anyway, love you all

jean <3

[yeah-all-of-it]

I wrote a fic the other day (my first!) that included a brief appearance by an original character named Rhonda, who is Ian and Mickey’s neighbor across the hall. Decided to write a bit of a prequel, exploring how they came to be friends with her. It’s 2 parts because it’s 4.7k and I don’t have an Ao3 account. Link for part 2 is here and at the bottom. Hope you enjoy!

Spill Your Guts: Part I

“Mickey, shut the fuck up! We’ve only lived here for like four days!” Ian whispers, dragging his slightly inebriated husband down the hall toward their apartment door. “We don’t want everyone to hate us already!”

“No, you don’t want everyone to hate us. I don’t give a fuck.” Mickey replies.

“Mickey.”

Ian’s trying to convey irritation, but the truth is, he’s so giddy about the evening’s surprise anniversary party, he’s struggling to come off as anything other than completely fond of his loud-ass, thoughtful husband. He’s a little drunk himself which isn’t helping matters.

“What? The only person I want to like me is you, Gallagher,” Mickey says, trying to be only slightly quieter.

“And I do like you, very much. But it would be nice to make a couple friends here too. Waking people up at 2 am probably isn’t the best way to do that,” Ian explains.

Mickey stops walking and gently pushes Ian up against the wall, holding him in place with a hand on his chest. Mickey says slyly, “Oh, you like me, huh? How much? D’you like me… this much?” Mickey plants a soft kiss on Ian’s neck.

“Umm, yeah, I like you that much,” Ian responds.

“Okay. What about… this much?” Mickey steps closer, placing his hand on the side of Ian’s face and softly kissing his lips, just barely slipping his tongue in.

“Mmm, yeah,” Ian replies once Mickey pulls away. “I definitely like you that much.”

Mickey steps right up to Ian, pressing his body into the wall with his own. Their faces are so close, they can feel each other’s breath hitching. He slowly slides a hand down the front of Ian’s jeans.

“You like me this mu-,” he doesn’t even have the words out before Ian is devouring him. Bodies pressed together, hands gripping each other’s hair, tongues tangled together.

Things are so intense that they didn’t realize that they have somehow moved and are now up against their across the hall neighbor’s door.

The next thing they know, they are both plummeting toward the ground. It takes them a moment to realize that their neighbor, apparently hearing strange noises coming from her door, had opened the door they were leaning against.

Ian is flat on his back on the floor and Mickey is directly on top of him. Their arms are still wrapped around each other and it’s blatantly obvious what they’ve been up to.

“Do you know what time it is? I thought someone was trying to rob me! Scared the life outta me!” a slender lady, likely in her late 60s who had clearly been in bed based on her attire, yells at them.

The two men scramble to their feet, Ian panicking when he realizes that at some point Mickey had managed to undo his belt and his zipper. His plaid boxers were on full display as well as an obvious display of what’s underneath them.

“We’re… so, so sorry, ma’am,” Ian says sheepishly as he pulls his pants closed. “It won’t happen again.”

Ian grabs Mickey by the jacket and yanks him out the door and across the hall. He pulls out his keys and unlocks the door as quickly as he can, the neighbor eyeing them suspiciously the whole time. Once she’s presumably satisfied that they do actually live there and aren’t burglars, she closes the door to her own apartment.

They stumble through the doorway, slamming the door behind them and Mickey bursts into laughter.

“Holy shit, that’s one way to make friends, Gallagher! Wonder how long it’s been since that woman’s seen a dick?” Mickey laughs, as Ian’s face turns the same color as his hair.

———

It’s been almost a week since Ian inadvertently flashed their new neighbor and so far, they’ve managed to avoid running into her in the hallway.

Saturday morning, Mickey is sleeping in and Ian goes for an early run. He sneaks out the door, hoping the lady across the hall is still in bed, and walks quickly down the hall to the elevator. He manages to evade her again but when he returns, she opens her door before he’s able to get his key in the lock.

“Well, hello there,” she says cheerily. “Long time no see, neighbor!”

“Um, hi there,” Ian nervously replies.

“So, the name’s Rhonda. I figure we should be on a first name basis, you know, since I’ve seen your penis and all.”

Ian blushes and chuckles uncomfortably, but for some reason, finds himself feeling a little less embarrassed. He likes this woman already and they’ve barely spoken. She seems like a pretty no-nonsense, calls a spade a spade type of person.

“Oh, uh, I’m Ian. Ian Gallagher.”

“Well, Ian Gallagher, I was about to head out to the pool to get a little sun. Care to join me?” Rhonda inquires.

Ian looks down at his watch and figures Mickey will be asleep for at least another hour. And he does want to make friends.

“Umm, sure. That sounds nice,” he ultimately decides.

“Well, let’s get goin’ then!” she exclaims, linking her arm with Ian’s as they take off down the hall.

———

Once they reach the pool, they find two lounge chairs. Ian drags a patio umbrella over by his.

“Ginger,” he points to his hair. “I fry in the sun, even in the morning.”

Rhonda nods understandably as they kick back in their chairs.

“So,” she begins. “What’s your story, Ian Gallagher?”

“Umm, my story?” he answers, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He’s just met this woman and his “story” is… a lot. They’d be here all day if he told the whole thing. He decides to stick to the basics.

“Well, I’m from the Southside. Born and raised. Have a huge family, five brothers and sisters. Got married last year and moved here with my husband a couple weeks ago.” He decides that’s enough of an introduction for now.

“That’s all? That’s your story? I imagine it’s way juicier than that, but I get it. You don’t know me. I’m sure we’ll get to the good stuff eventually,” she winks after she says it.

This Rhonda, there’s just something so warm and vibrant about her. She has long wavy hair, white with a little gray mixed in. She has on a bohemian style dress and some turquoise jewelry. Ian imagines she’s had quite a life, well traveled and all that. Probably been outside of Chicago more times than he’s been to the Alibi. Her laugh is melodious, and her voice is cheerful and friendly. She’s one of those people you instantly like, that makes you want to open up and share your deepest secrets with.

“So that man that you were ravaging in the hall the other night. Your husband?” Rhonda asks.

“Yeah, yeah. That’s Mickey,” he replies. “Sorry again, about the uh, disturbance that night. We had just come from our first anniversary party and were, um, celebrating. Mickey planned the whole thing as a surprise for me.”

“A surprise anniversary party? Well your Mickey sounds like an absolute gem.”

“Yeah, he really is.” Ian can’t hide his sweet smile and look of adoration in his eyes. It makes him so happy when others notice the goodness in Mickey.

“So, how’d you two boys meet?” Rhonda asks, like she’s waiting for Ian to give her the real dish.

“Uh, well, we’ve known each other since we were kids. Grew up around the block from each other. I didn’t even know he was gay too until we hooked up as teenagers. The rest is sort of complicated, but that’s the gist of it”, Ian replies, and hopes that satisfies her curiosity. He’d love to tell her more but the whole unvarnished truth is a lot to unload on someone you’ve just met.

“Another Cliff’s Notes version, I see, but I’ll accept it for now,” she laughs.

Ian glances down at his watch and notices the time. Mickey is surely awake by now.

“Listen, this has been really great but I need to get back upstairs. Mickey is probably awake and we always make a big breakfast together on Saturday mornings. He’ll be pissed if I’m not there to flip the banana pancakes.”

“Oh I understand! This has been lovely and we should certainly do it again soon, Ian Gallagher!” she says with that cheery voice. Makes it hard to say no.

“Absolutely, Ms. Rhonda. That sounds great.” Ian rises from his chair and heads back inside, offering her a friendly smile that she returns.

———

“Where the fuck you been?” Mickey inquires as Ian walks through the door, not heated, just a question.

“Good morning to you too,” Ian replies teasingly. “I went for a run, then I was sunning by the pool with Rhonda.”

“Rhonda? Who the fuck is Rhonda?” Mickey asks, confused.

“Uh, the lady that lives across the hall from us.”

“The lady that liv- the one that caught us the other night? The one that saw you with your cock out?” Mickey is growing slightly agitated.

“Yeah, that’s her.”

“What’s she want with you? She tryin’ to pull some Mrs. Robinson shit on you? Saw somethin’ she liked?”

“Relax, Mickey. She’s just a friendly older lady. She didn’t do anything, we just talked for a bit. She’s nice,” Ian tries to assuage the situation. “Plus, you are aware I’m not attracted to women, right? And she’s old enough to be my grandma. Don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

“Whatever, man. Come in here and flip some fuckin’ pancakes.”

———

The next Saturday morning, Ian decides to skip his run and knock on Rhonda’s door to see if she wants to take a walk with him. He really enjoyed their chat last week; it felt good to talk to someone new, someone who had no preconceived notions about him or his life. He wanted to continue that.

He knocks on the door and Rhonda answers, dressed in lilac colored athletic wear, long hair pulled back in a ponytail. She was in remarkable shape for her 65+ years.

“Well hello, handsome. I was just getting ready to go do some yoga on the roof. Would you like to come?”

“Uh, sure,” he replies. “I was actually going to see if you wanted to come on a walk but yoga sounds nice. I’ve been wanting to try it but didn’t wanna go alone, and yoga’s not really Mickey’s thing so…” he drifts off.

“I have an extra mat, let me grab it and we’ll head upstairs!” Rhonda says cheerfully.

Once they’re all set up, Rhonda begins, ”I like to start my mornings with something called sun salutation. Do you know what that is?”

“No. I don’t really know anything about yoga, just that it’s supposed to be good for you. Always wanted to try it, especially since moving here. Show me?” Ian requests.

She walks him through step by step, reaching up to the sky and back down. They go through some basic flows, downward dog, warrior, tree pose, cat-cow. She makes sure he concentrates on his breathing.

“All done!” Rhonda chirps and they sit up from their final shavasana position.

Ian feels amazing. Relaxed and limber and strong. He’s surprised how difficult some of the poses are, especially because he’s always considered himself to be in pretty good shape. Yoga is definitely something he wants to continue. Rhonda really knows her stuff, too. Maybe he could convince Mickey to do yoga on the roof so he wouldn’t have to go to an actual class with people.

“Wow, Ms. Rhonda, that was incredible. I see why people love yoga. I feel amazing.”

“We can make this a regular thing, if you like,” she offers.

“Sure, I’d love that. Maybe I could bring Mickey sometime?” he asks.

“Sure thing, handsome!” She smiles at him.

“So, your Mickey. Tell me about him. What made you fall in love with him?” Rhonda asks casually, like she’s just making conversation but he knows she’s trying to dive deeper, get to know him better. He can’t figure out why she’s taken such an interest in him but she’s just so sincere. He can’t help but feel a connection with her.

“Well, Mickey is… complicated. He’s rough and tender. He’s vulgar and beautiful. He’s tough but so kind. He’s… everything.” Ian pauses and Rhonda doesn’t say anything, indicating she wants him to continue.

“He had a rough upbringing. I did too, actually, but not nearly as rough as his. I had druggy, absentee parents and was mostly raised by my older sister Fiona. Struggled to pay bills. Had to steal to survive sometimes. But Mickey…” Ian drifts off, not sure how much deeper he should go. There’s just something about this kind, welcoming woman in front of him that makes him want to open up. He wants to be careful though, as Mickey’s story isn’t entirely for him to tell. He wants to be respectful of that.

“Mickey was raised mostly by his dad who was in and out of prison. His dad was homophobic and violent and was awful to Mickey. Obviously he didn’t support us being together. Mickey had to hide who he truly was for so long which made it tough on our relationship. But we survived all that and Mickey now is just… he has rough edges. Anyone that is around him can see that. He’s Southside through and through. But when you really get to know him… he’s the best person I know. I guess that’s why I love him. Because he’s just… good. And he’s always had my back no matter what. He’s damn good in bed too, so there’s that,” he laughs.

“Oh trust me, I can tell you boys have no trouble in that department!” she cackles and Ian blushes.

Her tone turns a little more serious after that. “So when you say his father was homophobic and Mickey couldn’t be who he really was…” she leaves it open ended for Ian to fill in the blanks.

He sighs, “Yeah, um. His dad had threatened to kill him. And me. Actually tried, after our wedding. He caught us together once, years ago, naked in the living room. It was… really bad. Traumatizing but I won’t go into details. Mickey spent his whole life hiding deep in the closet because of his dad. My family always supported me and loved me no matter what, but Mickey didn’t have that. We had to hide our relationship for years which was tough. I just wanted to be a normal couple, be able to hold his hand in public, shit like that. But he was scared. Wanted to make his dad proud. He finally came out… I kinda pushed him which wasn’t my proudest moment. But he came out and his dad beat us up. It was awful, but he was out so it was kinda freeing too, I guess? I don’t know. Then there was my diagnosis in the midst of all this. I don’t really tell a lot of people about it but I’m bipolar. Did some crazy shit when I was in a bad manic state several years ago. Then spent some weeks in bed, couldn’t even get up. Mickey never left my side. I’m really not sure where I would have ended up if it wasn’t for him. He saved my life. I’m stable now, on meds that are working well for me. Plus Mickey is really good at picking up on shit, like if he thinks I’m starting to get depressed or something. He’ll say something or do something to help me through it, but like, subtle.” It’s all coming out like word vomit. But it feels so therapeutic at the same time, like just saying these words out loud lightens the weight of them.

“I don’t know. We broke up a few times over the years, forced apart by circumstances out of our control. Oh, and we were in prison together for awhile. We’ve been through some shit. We’d be here all day if I told you even half of it. But despite all that we found our way back to each other and never have to let go again.”

“How long have you two been together?” she asks.

“On and off for ten years. Since we were just dumb teenagers, banging secretly in the walk-in cooler at work,” Ian answers.

“Well that’s one hell of a story, Ian. I’m sorry things were bad for so long but I’m so happy you are in a good place now. Your Mickey sounds just wonderful though and I can’t wait to get to know him better. Maybe we could do dinner one night! I’m a pretty fantastic cook.”

“That actually sounds really great, thank you. I’ll check our schedule,” Ian replies.

“Anytime next week works so just let me know.”

They get up and begin to roll up their mats.

“You know, I just realized,” Ian states. “I don’t really know anything about you. I’ve just been droning on about myself. What’s your story?”

“Oh, Ian. I promise, we can discuss my wild life at dinner,” she laughs.

“Sounds perfect,” Ian smiles.

———

“We gotta do what?” Mickey complains.

“We are going over to Rhonda’s for dinner this Friday. It’ll be fun. She’s wonderful. You’re gonna love her. She’s really excited to get to know you better.”

“Better? You’ve already fuckin’ told her a bunch’a shit about me, haven’t you?” Mickey grumbles.

“Listen, Mick. Yes, I’ve given her the gist of our lives and our relationship, nothing too in depth. I didn’t go into great detail about your history because I didn’t think it was my place,” Ian explains. “Just told her how rough we had it in the past. She’s just so kind, and she really listens, no judgment.”

Mickey hesitates. “Alright, fine. I’ll go. But if this woman isn’t as amazing as you say she is I’m leaving. Unless the food is really good or there’s free booze. Then I’ll stay.”

Ian just rolls his eyes and gives him a hug, whispering a quiet “thank you” in his ear.

———

Friday is here before Ian knows it. He’s chatted more with Rhonda this week, seeing her for a few minutes in the laundry room, waiting for his clothes to dry. Then again out by the pool when he went to swim some laps. They were both looking forward to dinner.

“Mick, you about ready? It’s almost 7,” Ian yells back to the bedroom from the living room.

Mickey walks out into the living room wearing his black skinny jeans with the ripped knees and a gray long sleeved waffle knit shirt with his black boots.

“Wow, Mickey, you look really nice.” Ian walks up and kisses him on the forehead. “You smell great too, what is that?”

“Some cologne I found at some fuckin’ hipster shop the other day. Thought it smelled nice. Wanted to make a good impression on your new best friend,” Mickey states, with a slight hint of feigned attitude.

“You’re my best friend, Mick. Rhonda’s just a nice lady that I enjoy talking to and hanging out with. She’s definitely a friend though, the only friend I’ve made here and I really like her company.”

“If you insist. Let’s go, I’m fuckin’ starving.”

PART 2

[louiseleblancdiggory]

Hiding-your-face hug for Rowaelin please

Little but cute. This is heavily influenced by where I was raised so know that where I come from we call everyone uncle and aunt if they are family friend’s since your childhood. That does not mean they are family, it’s just a type of nickname. Meaning their kids are also not your cousins! Enjoy!!

Matchmaking dances

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Aelin loved her nonna’s birthday parties.

Technically, nonna wasn’t her grandmother, but she had been in Aelin’s life since birth. Aelin’s parents were best friends with nonna’s kids, and so Aelin had been raised with her around. Her father, Rhoe, used to tell Aelin stories of his childhood. Stories of meeting her mom, Evalin, and her sister, Adelpha, when they were still kids. Stories with Viktor and Amidala, nonna’s kids, and Gavriel, Cal and Marion.

Rhoe and Evalin were the first to get married, followed then by Gavriel and Adelpha. Cal and Marion married a few years later, and in the mean time Viktor had married a woman named Gaia and Amidala married  her college boyfriend, Quinn.

They had been friends since their childhoods, and when they all got married and had their own kids, they were raised together too.

Aelin’s whole childhood had been filled with memories of Elide, Aedion, Fenrys and Rowan. They had all lived near each other, but spent most of their free time in nonna’s house. Her childhood had been filled with days spent in the family estate’s garden, the house in the outskirts of the city. All five of them running around the house, almost breaking old vases and sculptures. Days spent inside the library whenever it was raining, just quietly reading or talking. Days spent at the infirmary with aunt Marion tending to their cuts and bruises, and nights spent camping on the backyard, jumping over the fire, counting the stars. All those years playing and growing together could never be forgotten by her.

The parties, however, were the best. The whole family and family friends would come together and they would celebrate from sunrise to sunrise. Aelin remembered playing tag with Elide and Fenrys. Remembered playing pranks on the adults with Aedion. Remembered grumbling every time nonna forced her and Rowan to dance. It had happened since both could walk, and it had grew extremely uncomfortable when both had the age to realize that nonna was trying to pair them up. They complained every time after that, although as they grew even older, both waited excitedly for the dancing part.

They were absolutely horrendous dancing, making up their own steps and butchering the original choreography.

Aelin barely had a memory that didn’t involve at least one of them, and she smiled whenever she thought of it.

As they grew old and moved away from the estate, the only time they really all visited at the same time was during big celebrations. Since she had opted to stay in Orynth and study art with her grand uncle Orlon, Aelin was the one that always managed to go back home and see everyone. Aedion had opted to stay in Orynth too, the two cousins sharing an apartment off campus. Elide had gone to Perranth, so she did come back but only on holidays and birthdays. To her nonna’s eternal sadness, Fen and Rowan had gone off to Doranelle, meaning that their visits were usually made by a video chat for the past three and a half years.

“Happy birthday, nonna!” Aelin said, smiling at the silver headed woman.

“A hundred and twenty seven, right?” Aedion said, and nonna hit him with a towel.

“Eighty, you little brat.” Nonna narrowed her eyes at Aedion, but he just laughed it off. “That’s why your cousin was my favorite.”

“We all know you always loved me more.” Aedion hummed, walking by her and giving her a peck on the cheek. “Is uncle Rhoe here?”

“In the back.” Nonna called and Aedion nodded, going to find Aelin’s dad.

“How is eighty, nonna?” Aelin asked softly, hugging the woman.

“Tiring. I’m sure that if I were to run after you and Rowan again to stop both from shaving off Fenrys’s dog, I’d break a hip.”

Aelin’s cheeks heated, but she smiled nonetheless. “That was once.”

“The two of you.” Nonna laughed, hugging Aelin’s side and walking her to the back. “All five were little devils, but the combination of you and Rowan alone was enough to bring this house down if you weren’t supervised.”

“It really was.” Aelin heard a sweet voice coming from the backyard, Elide walking in their direction with a devilish smile on her face. She wore a small wrap summer dress like Aelin, but instead of red, hers was purple. “It is good that Rowan didn’t go to college with Ace. I can only imagine the catastrophe.”

“You’re such a—“ Aelin said, mouthing bitch.

“I’m not stupid, Aelin Galathynius.” Nonna pestered, making sure to let Aelin know that her attempt of not cursing in front of elders had failed, and Elide cackled. “I need to speak to Aed’s mom. I’ll tell Adelpha you said hi, Aelin.”

“Thanks.” Aelin said, walking up to Elide and giving her friend a hug.

“Don’t get into trouble the two of you.”

“We would never!” Elide shouted back, but the smile she gave Aelin promised the contrary. “We have a surprise to nonna.”

“We?”

“Yes, we.” Aelin turned back at the voice, smiling at her aunt Amidala and her uncle Quinn. “My Fenrys called yesterday. He and Rowan are coming today to celebrate nonna’s birthday. Viktor and Gaia are ecstatic to see their son again.”

Aelin turned around to see her father and mother talking to Viktor and Gaia. As if they could feel her stare, both turned to her and smiled. Uncle Viktor was usually serious, reserving his smiles. Aunt Gaia, though, was always a happy presence. With her silver hair and blue eyes, the woman looked like a goddess. Rowan looked so much like both of them. He had his mother’s hair and smile, but his father’s eyes, face and seriousness. Aelin smiled back and waved at them.

“When?” She turned back to Amidala and Quinn. “I haven’t seen the two in ages.”

Aelin was beyond excited because of it. She had only talked to Ro and Fen through phone and postcards, and she couldn’t wait to see both in person again. For the next few hours, Aelin spent most of her time with Elide and Aed, all three sitting on the grass and laughing while retelling their childhood stories. They all held some sort of cocktail drink that uncle Gavriel had made them, and it was good enough that Aelin didn’t question what was inside, just asked for more when she emptied her glass. Morning ended and the afternoon sun was burning up. Aelin knew she should get up and put on some sunscreen if she didn’t want her face peppered with even more freckles, but she was feeling so calm and comfortable that she couldn’t bring herself to do so.

Coming back to nonna’s house with one of her friends always made her feel like this. She was twenty two, but sitting on the grass, laughing with Aed and Elide, she felt as if she was seven again. It was the greatest nostalgic feeling she could ever imagine.

“And then Aelin fell in the lake with Rowan.” Aedion was retelling the time both she and Rowan fell from a tree straight into the river nearby. Aedion was laughing so much he was doubling over, almost no sound coming out anymore. Aelin didn’t know if Elide was laughing at the story or at Aedion.

“Why is it always the stories where Rowan and I get fucked up that you all decide to tell?” Aelin grumbled, but she couldn’t help but laugh and smile too.

“Because you and Rowan had a penchant for trouble like no one else I have ever seen, that’s why.” Aelin heard a voice coming from behind her, and even before she could turn around, a huge smile was already on her lips. Standing there, a lot more taller than she remembered, was Fenrys.

“Oh my God!” Aelin screamed, standing up and tossing herself at Fenrys. He laughed and hugged her back, extending another arm for Elide who had also ran in his direction. “You’re back!”

“And for good this time.” Fenrys said and Aelin took a step back to stare up at him. Fen winked at her and Elide. “Ro and I decided to take the last semester in Orynth.”

“Rowan and Aelin in the same college. This will be a sight to behold.” Aedion said, getting up from his spot on the grass. He smiled at Fenrys, both sharing a hug. “Good to see you, Fen.”

Fenrys was going to reply something but Aelin interrupted him. “Where’s Rowan?”

Fenrys pointed a finger to a huge man with a silver head standing near her dad and uncles. “He’s—“

Aelin didn’t even stop to hear what he was gonna say next, tossing her sandals on the grass and running on Rowan’s direction. “Ro!”

Rowan’s head immediately snapped to her, a wide smile on his lips. He was talking something with his dad, but he fully turned to Aelin and took a few steps on her direction. Aelin threw herself at Rowan, her face hiding in his chest. His arms came around her, crushing her with the same force she was crushing him. Aelin’s feet weren’t touching the ground, Rowan holding her up by the hug.

“Oh my god, Ace.” He said, and although her face was against his chest, she could hear his smile. “I haven’t seen you in forever. I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.” She tried to say, but the words sounded muffled by his chest. He laughed, and she did too while drawing back her face and looking up at him. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He said softly.

“So,” they both broke their staring and turned to nonna standing a few feet away. Everyone was smiling at them, but nonna had be biggest smile of them all. “When are you two going to dance?”

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Party Time

This might turn into a future chapter in one of my fics, im not sure yet. 😅 Anyway! This is a Splendor and True thing, once again. Finley and Damien are mentioned, but Gage plays a bigger part. Dark and Delta are also mentioned, as well as Ben very breifly. Enjoy! 💗

True’s head popped off her pillow when she heard the bumping bass of music kick up from somewhere in the mansion. Splendor was away for a meeting of some kind, having not taken any of them with him for professional purposes, or something along those lines. The music was definitely the party kind though. The kind that got your body moving and you would expect kids in high school to grind on each other to at prom.

That being said, she didn’t know they were allowed to throw parties. It had been a long time since she’d had the privilege of attending one though, so she was curious to see if that was actually what was going on.

Opening her door, the music playing became a little clearer, Bottoms Up by Trey. Her footsteps unable to be heard over the bump of the base that had no business being that loud, she made it to the top of the staircase just as Nicki’s rap began.

Her jaw fell open at what she saw. The entire entrance hall floor was covered in small circles with odd symbols written inside of them. She knew those well. Summoning circles. It seemed a few stragglers were late to answer their calls though, as she watched them pop in from seemingly nowhere and then make their way toward where she knew one of the bigger rooms were. Now she knew the purpose of the room. It was for parties.

Finley appeared from the direction of what True now dubbed the ballroom, walking with authority she knew she had, but not over beings that she didn’t control. She seemed to take in all the circles that had been drawn, huffing as she glanced around the room, freezing when her eyes landed on True. “True, please tell me there aren’t any circles up there.”

True pulled away from the banister for a moment, glancing around for anything she might have missed before shaking her head down at the proxy. Watching her sigh in relief before stiffening as Gage spoke up.

“True!?” She watched him run in, taken a back by the stuff he was wearing. His clothing was perfectly normal, but the guy had somehow glued small glow sticks to his face, they didn’t seem to hinder his speech at all. “True! Get down here, it’s party time. You told me you hadn’t had one in a long time, and I think you’re way over due!”

She sighed, smiling to herself as she walked down the stairs. Laughing a bit at Gage and his chaotically good intentions behind his chaotically crazy actions.

“You didn’t tell me it was for her.” Finley shot at him, arms crossed as she finally seemed to relax a little.

“You didn’t ask, babe. Besides, who’s to say we can’t have a party every now and then?” He shot her a wink as he grabbed True’s arm once she was in reach, dragging her towards the ballroom and away from the troubled ginger, not letting her try and sway True into not participating in what he had planned.

Her eyes quickly took in everything that had been set up. Lights, tables, chairs, food and music. There was no way Gage set this up all by himself, but she didn’t really get a whole lot of time to think about the strategy of setting something like this up. Gage walks her to a corner of the room with a group of what she assumes to be demons, she couldn’t be sure because most of the things that had been summoned quickly took up a glamour as soon as they walked in. The only thing she knew for sure is that they were busy passing around more than just a few blunts, one of them was busy setting up a few bongs. Of course, Gage had dragged her right to the stoners.

“Dark, it’s been a while, glad you and your mate could make it. Should we be expecting Ben too?” He nudged a dark elf looking man with his foot, his glowing red eyes taking in who was talking to him before he said anything.

“Oh, Gage! It has been a while. Yeah, Ben might pop in here soon. I just shot him the message a minute or two ago.” Dark wrapped an arm over the shoulder of the person sitting next to him. Seemingly a girl with brown hair and a red hoodie, her legs thrown over his own as she puffed out in his face. He chuckled as he took a moment to lock eyes and breath it in. “Delta couldn’t resist when I told them there was probably gonna be weed and food. You know how it is.”

Gage laughed as he took an empty seat next to Dark and patted the chair next to him for True to take. She took a moment though, this not being the normal crowd that she usually hung out with, but knew how to not be a total fuck up.

Dark looked her over for a moment, detached interest in her apparent as he took a hit of his own blunt. “So, you add a forth one to your polycule or is this just another proxy?”

Gage laughed a bit, pausing his retrieval of a couple blunts from the center table to wave a hand in dismissal toward Dark. “Neither man, Dots couldn’t make her a proxy if he tried. Way too.... well, its not place to say why or why not she can’t be a proxy.” He cast a nervous glance toward True before continuing. “But were happy as a triangle, and I think Fin would have a heart attack if she had even a single other person to worry about.”

Dark’s gaze narrowed at Gage as he avoided giving him an exact reason for True’s inability to be hired. Glancing between the two before he seemed to smirk a bit and nod. “Yeah, Finley is a bit uptight, but all spitfires have their charm.” He squeezed his mate with his free arm. “And you know, in a room full of people like this... maybe try and keep the stuff about Dots and his reasonings to yourself, yeah?”

Gage sighed as he lit a blunt and passed it to True. “Yeah, I know. But my guest list was incredibly difficult to put together, you would not believe how difficult some of these guys make their circles to draw. The audacity to have a difficult phone number. I wouldn’t have invited them if I thought any of them meant harm. You know me.”

He lit his own blunt as Dark nodded, his hand making its way to card through his apparently sleepy mates hair. Their head having nestled into his neck and their arms wrapped around his shoulders as they got comfortable. “Yeah, but I’ve seen a few that are questionable. I’m sure Finley and Damien are being diligent though. You proxies always seem to be good at that, no matter who’s you are.”

Gage shrugged as he took a few puffs, glancing over at True before doing a double take. “True, you do know your supposed to smoke that, right?”

She looked between him and the blunt, contemplating embarrassing herself even further or admitting she hadn’t ever smoked before. “Uh... well, I’ve never smoked weed before so, I’m not sure-“

“Say no more, I got you. I’ll make sure you don’t get out of hand. I’ve done this before and I promise you’ll be fine.” They locked eyes for a second, her trust in him winning out as she sighed and raised the blunt to her lips. Not unfamiliar with the burn that followed, reminding her of when Tim would show random acts of kindness after hard missions and spare her a cig or two, but she still coughed a bit as she hadn’t done it in quite some time.

“There you go, already almost a natural. I’ll have you high in no time.” Gage patted her leg reassuringly, tossing a friendly arm over her shoulder as they chatted and waited for this Ben person they had mentioned before to show up.

Of course, this being her first time smoking weed, she succumbed to it’s effects much quicker than Gage did. Her head titled backwards, her eyes glazed and unfocused, taking in the way the lights moved on the ceiling above her. She didn’t resist when the bong was passed around the circle once, twice, three times. She lost track of how much she smoked, but Gage kept his promise. She didn’t even remember getting walked out of the ballroom and taken to a little alcove with a fireplace, she didn’t remember being sat down or being given a blanket, and she didn’t remember how long she sat there staring at the fire place either. The entrancing movement of the flames keeping her captive as they swirled before her, her thoughts edging on dangerous territory as she had the sudden urge to attempt to lick them, but the chain gate in front of it prevented her from doing so.

“True? What are you doing down here?” Her blurred attention was caught by a voice that spoke up from behind her, making her turn her head slowly to see who could have possibly found her in such an odd place. Finding Splendor there, a worried look on his face as he took in her appearance. “Oh my, True. How high are you?”

She giggled and made grabby hands toward him. “Splendor! You’re home! Its hi how are you, you beautiful silly man. Now c’mere.” A dopy smile on her face as she waited to be picked up by the tall man.

She heard him sigh before she felt his tendrils wrap around her and lift her, making her giggle a bit more before he wrapped his arms around her. Walking her out of the room as she watched the ceiling design change, her attention taken entirely by her moving background. “You know, I really need to go home.”

“Oh? Why is that True? Where is home?”

“Home is with Splendor, duh. He lets me live there, with him and his proxies. Damien, Finley and Gage... Gage is a crackhead though. He got me soooo high. Uuuggh.”

She felt the person carrying her laugh, making her laugh too. She didn’t know what was so funny about what she said, but his laugh made her laugh. It reminded her of him. “True, why do you need to go home?”

She hummed as images of him shot through her smoke filled brain, a small smile lifting the edges of her lips. “I still need to tell him.”

She felt the strangers pace change a bit, she was pretty sure she was on some kind of staircase, but she couldn’t be sure. The ceiling getting closer to her not even being registered as a possibility in her mind. “Tell who what?”

She nuzzled into the strangers warm embrace as she felt sleep come up on her, way too tired to care much for paying attention to anything anymore. “I still need to tell Splendor how I feel about him. Its very important to me, I’m just not great at telling people about... feelings... and shit..... I don’t feel too good right now. Can I sleep please?”

The stranger was silent for a moment before responding, his arms wrapping a bit tighter around her as he continued walking her towards wherever their destination was. “Yes, you can sleep now.”

Her eyes drifted shut and didn’t open when she felt soft fabric seem to envelope her in a warm embrace. The last thing she heard before drifting to sleep was the stranger, blankets tucked over her at the same time. “Sweet dreams, Schatz.”

[mooberg]

Chapter 7: Broken rock

No one’s more surprised by this than me. Wanna make it hurt worse? This is what I was listening to the whole time writing this.

The lvc belongs to @voiceoflarka

Word count: 3433

Warnings: Seriously, if you’ve had a bad day practice some self care instead of reading this.

Enjoy!

Horns’ scream of protest echoed off the tall buildings around the convention grounds as the mind blast echoed in his head. Everything was muffled, like the first time he fired a gun and left his ears ringing, almost like he was underwater. The sounds of his own breathing amplified in his daze blocked out the frozen world around him even as footsteps approached. It wasn’t until someone clapped a hand on his shoulder that twisted his torso a little that the fog cleared.

“Fuck!” The pain burned through it all.

“Shit, Horns are you okay?” Callow tore his hand away immediately.

“Clearly not.” Horns grunted, wrapping a hand around his torso.

Psi surfed over on a thick vine, jumping off when he got close and running the rest of the way to the two. “Horns.”

“I’m okay, I’m-.” Horns tried to take in a deep breath only to be stopped halfway from the pain. “Fuck.”

“No, you are not. Come, lay down and we will see.” Psi knelt down next to him and he and Callow helped the Satyr lie down.

“That was dumb, you know that?” Callow said softly. “Egging her on like that.”

“Yeah… wasn’t thinking clearly.” Horns gave out a slight laugh and the two shared a smile. His head shot back up with a terrible realization. “Gamma! Where’s Gamma? They were in the air when- are they okay? Psi, are they-”

Gamma landed next to him with a dull thud on the soft grass. “I’m okay, Horns, I’m okay. Lie still.”

“Psi, what can I do to help?” Equo ran up next to her mentor.

“Wait no.” The realization dawned on Horns. “There were three…”

He tried to push back up, intent on seeing for himself. He had to know it was Glitch, Jolly and Peony. He had to. But Psi held him down with gentle hands on his shoulders.

“Focus on yourself right now, Horns.” Psi’s voice was oddly soft, and it almost shook Horns out of his shock.

He closed his eyes and tried to just breathe through the pain and panic as he lay back down. “Okay… okay.”

“Now shirt off.”

His eyes flew open and met Callow’s, and the gator virus immediately understood. “Psi, just cut it.”

“Excuse me-?”

“Just cut it.” Callow practically ordered.

Without a word Psi pulled scissors from his bag and cut Horns shirt with practiced ease. Horns gave Callow an appreciative look.

“On a scale from zero to ten, ten being the worst pain you’ve ever experienced, what are you at right now?” Psi asked.

“Ngh- like a 7?”

“Tell me the moment that increases.” Psi said. “Gamma, that sun’s going to set in about ten minutes, and I need to see.”

“Got it.” Gamma flared out their wings and turned their lights on high.

“Callow, Equo…” Psi sighed. “See if you can get a tent from the stalls to cover the others.”

“But we’re gonna wake them up tonight.” Horns protested.

Psi reached into his bag without a word.

“We have to wake them! We can’t leave them here!”

“You are in no state to wake them right now.”

“But-” Horns’ breath hitched and the throbbing pain spiked. With a whimper he laid his head back on the grass.

“We’ll keep them safe.” Callow placed a hand briefly on Horns’ shoulder before standing. He and Equo took off.

“They will be alright, Horns.” Psi said softly. “We need to focus on you.”

Horns shut his eyes in resignation while Psi got to work examining the cracks scrawling across his chest. He didn’t want to look anyway. Psi explained everything as he went in a voice so oddly soft Horns had to question for a moment whether Dragon had hit his head too. But then he thought about Mu, and the soft look he’d seen Psi give his brother on the rare occasion. And he thought about Sammy, and how just his presence could soften the mentor. And of course, Gamma. He was always easier on the team when they were around.

“I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Psi replied as he focused on his work.

“I shouldn’t have freaked out. It was selfish.” He looked to Gamma. “I’m not the only one with frozen family.”

Psi’s hands stilled for mere moments before picking back up. Something cold connected with his chest and Horns hissed at the surprising sensation.

“It’s Bio Gel. An adherent to help you heal. I know, it’s cold.” He gave Horns a reassuring smile.

“Horns, everyone’s got something at stake.” Gamma said.

“I know… I know.”

 ~~*~~

 “Take a deep breath.” Psi requested.

“Nh- there’s some restriction, but it doesn’t hurt any worse now.” Horns reported.

“The bio gel will have hardened by now. I will keep an eye on it. Do you think you can stand? We will take it slow.” Psi said.

“Yeah… I think so.”

“Nice and slow, you can do it.” Psi stood into a crouch and helped Horns get up. The Satyr’s eyes traveled to where Callow and Equo stood in the darkness under a long white tent with open sides. Three viruses stood over melting ice, never to move again. He tore his eyes away.

“What now?” He asked.

Gamma whistled for the others and they came running. “We should head back to the safe house. There’s nothing more we can do tonight.”

“We’ll be back tomorrow though… right?” Equo asked, glancing back to her long time friend still unmoving.

“We need to take this one slow.” Gamma replied.

Horns purposefully avoided his teammates’ eyes as he zipped his hoodie up over the hardened pink substance keeping him from further harm.

“Okay.” Callow said with more determination than any of them felt. “Equo and I can drive back. Horns, you’re not setting foot on a motorcycle right now.”

“I will fly back with Horns.” Psi added.

“We’ll meet you there.” Gamma confirmed with Callow.

With a nod the two groups split off. Gamma hoisted Horns into their arms and Psi held on tight for the ride.

 Since coming to Dashland, Horns had always been fascinated by the city at night. He’d never seen that many lights all at once in all his years. Glitch always wanted to drag him to a quiet spot and gaze up at the stars, but his eyes were on the buildings. They created great constellations of their own of wondrous buildings and bridges, only these could be any colour of the rainbow. He could look upon the steady lights for hours while Glitch gazed up at the stars next to him.

But tonight he shut his eyes against it all.

 ~~*~~

 “We should do something fun.”

“But we’re already doing something fun!”

“I mean more fun.”

“We could get some fun food to go with it.”

“Like a picnic!”

Horns smiled at his girlfriends at they glanced around the grocery store. “Well, we really enjoyed the charcuterie at that last party Callow dragged us to.”

“Oh yeah!” Jolly nodded. “Do you think we can replicate that?”

“No, but we can definitely make the academy student version of that.” Glitch laughed.

“To the gouda!”

~

“Man, there’s already so many people here.”

The three looked around the tiny outdoor theatre. None of them realized Shakespeare in the park was quite this popular in Fictory square. They had walked twenty minutes from the nearest bus stop to get here. A little nondescript path led to an opening in the forest that sloped down to a multi-level stage where they had set up several tiered steps for seating.

“This is so cool!” Jolly would have squealed if she weren’t trying to be respectfully quiet.

“I think there’s room over there.” Glitch pointed off to the left.

Jolly beelined for the spot while the other two stepped carefully down the uneven decline. The three pulled out pillows to sit on, having prepared for hard earth under foot. Once settled, Jolly excitedly unpacked Horns’ backpack, complete with cans of pop and what was essentially slightly cooler cheese and crackers.

“Dig in.” Horns announced once everything was set.

“Horns.” Glitch elbowed his side. “Look over there. Do those women seriously have wine glasses?”

“Wow…” Horns gave a slight laugh. “They seem like Callow’s type.”

“We’re in a forest. Seriously?” Jolly added from Horns’ other side.

They all laughed for a while longer before Jolly happened to glance behind them.

“Oh my god.” She whispered.

“What? What is it?”

“The guys behind us are cutting bread on an actual cutting board.” She said.

“What the fuck?” Glitch looked down at their pre-sliced cheese and apples. “Is this a picnic in the park or a day at a spa?”

“Bougie.” Horns added. “Definitely bougie.”

“Say ‘bougie’ again.” Jolly snickered.

“Bougie.”

~

“And what about you two? How long have you been together?” The actor asked, walking up the path a little to interact with a couple just below the trio.

“Twenty years.” The man almost seemed embarrassed.

“Well that certainly is impressive!” The actor said earnestly. “Long lasting love is truly a beautiful thing. Hold on to what you have.”

Horns watched the couple share a smile before the actor climbed further up the hill. He was doing a bit during the intermission about love and its beauty, whether it was three months new or thirty years old. Jolly and Glitch had snuggled up closer to Horns as it had gone on, relishing in their connection together.

“And you two.” He stopped in front of the three of them, looking to Glitch. “Have you been together long?”

“Actually, it’s the three of us.” Glitch corrected. “And… about a year now.”

“Three!” The actor truly seemed surprised. His voice softened. “My, you three must have plenty of love to share. Plenty of love indeed. That is a rare and deeply special gift.” He met eyes with each one of them. “Hold on tight to that, for all it’s worth.”

~

As Horns slowly woke up, he became more and more aware of the tears sliding down his temples and the quiet sobs he’d been going through even as he slept. He rolled his head to the side and wiped the tears away, blurry eyes coming to focus on Psi sleeping at the edge of the bed. He’d passed out there last night after making sure Horns was comfortable. And checking on him for the hundredth time.

Horns sighed. “He looks like mom every time I came home from a bad day at school…” He’d been so worried… Horns had never seen him like that before.

He looked about the safehouse, and while he didn’t see Gamma, their jacket was draped across Psi’s shoulders. Callow and Equo were fast asleep sitting up on the couch, Equo’s head on his shoulder. Horns smiled slightly at the sight, incomplete as it was.

The sleepy inhaled breath of someone waking brought his attention back to his left, where Psi had also begun to stir. “Horns-.”

“I’m okay.” He gently assured his tired mentor. “No change from last night.”

Psi sat back with a nod. “How do you feel?”

“… I’m tired.”

 ~~*~~

 Callow slowed the motorcycle prematurely as they once again approached Dashland’s convention grounds. Each trainee scanned their surroundings with as critical an eye as they could manage. They were still learning, after all. But the scene seemed unchanged, and this time Horns forced himself to look at his teammates sheltered from the previous night.

“They’re okay.” He sighed in relief.

“Nothing was going to happen to them in a single night.” Callow said, though his elevated pulse belied his own relief.

“With our luck lately, it’s impossible to be certain.” Horns shot back as Callow helped him off the motorcycle.

“Are you really up for this?”

“I think so.” Horns sighed. “We don’t really have a choice. They no doubt have a big red target on their back for Dragon now, especially with those last few hits Glitch landed yesterday. If we don’t wake them up…”

“There won’t be anything left.”

 “Stand guard.” Gamma ordered as they approached. “If we’ve gotten a full night’s rest, so has she. I have a feeling this last fight just made her mad.”

Equo and Callow moved to form a perimeter with Gamma while Horns settled onto the grass. Psi placed a hand on his shoulder as familiar plants blossomed and grew around him. In the quiet of a frozen city, Horns could almost pretend he was back safe in his dorm, practicing with Psi while Glitch and Jolly napped, Callow studied, Equo painted, and Peony read. But he shifted slightly, feeling the hard coating of bio gel and the dull pain in his chest, feeling the unfamiliar grass below them, and the dread in his soul. He could not be farther from that comfort now.

He started with Jolly. Her gentle spark had lit up his life from the moment he’d been placed on a team with her. She had ignited it to a flame when she said yes and made them a trio. She always had a way of soothing his worries with a gentle smile and infectious laugh. Every day with her had been something new, something better. His Jolly Bear. One of his best friends.

Her dreams were soft this time. No more fear and pain, no more sadness. She dreamed of ice skating in the sky, painting beautiful clouds with her skates for everyone down below to enjoy. He almost didn’t want to wake her from such beauty. He almost wanted to join her in such simple serenity. Almost.

He moved on to Glitch immediately. He couldn’t stop now; he needed his girls back.

Glitch. His kitten. His confidant. His rock. The one who had seen him for what and who he truly was and not only welcomed him with open arms but loved him deeper and more profoundly. She had only ever seen the best in him, even in his darkest days. Her faith in him had always inspired him to do better, to be better.

She had no dreams. A pure, quiet rest. Horns laded on an old memory from early on in their team’s founding, before relationships had begun to form. Before them. It was a quiet night then, the six of them scattered to the winds of the dorm for their various interests. She lay sprawled out across the couch while Horns sat in the comfy chair he now meditated in. A book sat in his lap, long forgotten in favour of the fascinating questions only she could ask. They talked until the early morning that night, and though he’d long suspected, he went to bed feeling there was truly something more to that black cat.

He pulled out of the dive as quickly as he felt possible. His senses slowly returned to him, the scent of Psi’s flowers and the crushed grass beneath him beckoning him to consciousness. It was stupid, and pointless, he knew that, but for a brief moment he kept his eyes closed out of fear that maybe this time… maybe it didn’t work. He was so tired.

“Welcome back.” Glitch grinned right in his face as his eyes fluttered back open.

Jolly butted her head against him, and he reached up to scratch behind her ears. “You got me, don’t you, Bear?”

“I got you.” Jolly replied softly.

“Alright, Psi I think I can get Peony too.” Horns reported to his mentor. He’d just needed to see them awake before he continued.

“Take your time.” Psi gave his shoulder a squeeze.

“Scratch that.” Gamma unfurled their wings. “We’ve got company.”

“Now, now, little bird. There is no need for such… brutish actions.” Dragon’s voice sent a chill into Horns’ soul. “I simply wanted to see my little psychic in action.”

“He’s not yours.” Glitch snapped.

“Well he’s certainly not yours.” Dragon scoffed. “Look at you. Pathetic little kitten, what makes you think you could ever-”

The gunshot echoed off the surrounding buildings just as his scream had the night before. Horns holstered his gun and slowly rose to his feet. The bullet missed her entirely, but that was not the point.

“Don’t. Call. Her. That.” He growled.

Dragon gave him a quick once-over. “Well. They’ve certainly trained you well, my dear.”

It was Jolly who leapt up and pushed him out of the way when Dragon tried to strike. She twisted on their descent to catch him on top of her, ensuring he didn’t hit the ground and hurt his chest worse.

“I got you.” Was all she said before jumping up and into the fight.

They were all tired, it was easy to see. Glitch and Jolly hadn’t even really gotten a break, and it showed in their attacks. Jolly’s aim was off, her discs flew wide more than normal, and Glitch was taking more hits than she was dishing back. But Callow was faltering too, forgetting entirely about his stardust powder in favour of the canon. Horns knew well he shouldn’t get into the fray, no matter how much he wanted to send his dagger into Dragon’s stupid face, and he didn’t trust his aim with the gun in all the chaos. Gamma and Psi were clearly carrying the team but without a sound fighting strategy there was bound to be some friendly fire.

And there almost was.

Glitch landed a solid hit to Dragon’s torso just as Psi’s venus fly trap came down for a bite. Dragon let loose a string of ice shards in an attempt to fend them off, and one sailed right through the team and Past Horns’ head. He whipped around in time to see it just narrowly miss the frozen figure of Peony. In her state, there would have been nothing left to piece back together. He didn’t even get a chance to wake her back up, he wasn’t about to watch that option be taken away from him.

Horns ran into the fight, ducking under Psi’s vines and shielding his eyes at the right moments from the explosions of Jolly’s discs. He knew each one of these attacks inside and out, he knew exactly how to get around each one and into the centre of the fray. Glitch went in for another strike, and as she was thrown away with a pillar of ice from Dragon, Horns ducked in right in front of her. He spun and faced his team.

“Stop!” His voice was louder than even he had anticipated, and while it took a few moment’s hesitation from his team, eventually they paused. He was in their way, after all. He took a moment to take in each member of his team. Glitch, Jolly, Callow, Equo, Peony, Gamma, and Psi. He knew what he had to do.

He turned to Dragon. "You aren't going to give up, are you?"

"And what gives you that impression, my dear?" She smirked.

Horns just narrowed his eyes, carefully gauging her expression. He knew what he had to do.

"Take me instead. Let them go."

He felt the atmosphere shift tremendously behind him as his team bristled at his offer.

She gave an intrigued laugh. "And why would you do that?"

"To free them." He said plainly. "Not all of them have treated you so poorly, they don't deserve this."

"And if I take you?" Hunger had bled into her eyes.

"You will release those you have frozen. You won't cause any more harm to these people." He demanded. "And if you can give me your word, I will give you mine. I won't run away. I won't find a way to bring them to you. It will be just you and me."

“Wait, hold on-”

She walked up to him and this time he didn't back away. An icy hand connected with his chest, freezing him even through the bio gel. Her hand traced up along his jaw like an owner petting a prized show dog.

"You make one move to stop us and I will freeze his soul." She addressed the team behind him. "Such wasted talent. We will see it put to good use."

"Horns!"

The desperation in Jolly's voice made his chest ache more than any shard of ice ever could. He didn't turn around, even as the shouts of his team began to dim in the commotion of sand kicking up around them. He shut his eyes against it all, feeling a piece of him fall away as the sand settled around them.

They weren't in Dashland anymore.

End of Part 1

[samuelburtonblog]

DISCORD THREAD | SAM X SKY:

feat: @skyking91

date: 9/18 directly after the party

summary: sky bandages up sam’s wounds and they confess their feelings for each other 

mentioned: @nahcam & @eeveecrmchl

Sky

Sky was outside taking a juul break. She didn’t do it much but when she got drunk, she loved the fucking head rush. Anyway, Sky was minding her damn business when some crazy dude came up to her. She was terrified for a moment being a sex worker, she was always afraid of being the victim of a hate crime or attacked by one of her clients. She felt like she recognized that guy, but it was dark and the man seemed bruised and bloodied. What the fuck? “Oi!” She screamed at him as he ran away. “What the fuck?” Sky said out loud to herself. She started walking in the opposite direction that he ran, and did in fact see a man who definitely just got his ass handed to him. As she got closer, she felt like that recognized the man. She picked up in a sprint, as fast as her heels would let her go, when she realized who it was. “SAM!!!!” She screamed, her voice echoed off the tall buildings. “Oh my god!” She got down to her knees and put her hand on his shoulders. “Sammy!” She begged. “What the fuck happened? Oh god.” his face was a disaster. “We need to get you home. Her flat was close. “Can you walk a few blocks?” Not Sam. Not after Eevee. That was going to be far too much for her.

Sam

boy, was sam glad that sky had found him. he wasn't sure how long he would have been alone out here if she hadn't. he groaned, squinting as he tried to look at her but it was dark and his face hurt and he was still trying to focus on getting air back into his lungs. his throat burned and he was sure he was gonna have some bruising their as well. fuck cam was strong. he mentally assessed the rest of his injuries. his head was killing him, but it didn't feel like he was in danger of a concussion. no broken bones. he was lucky it wasn't more serious. "mmm, help me up," he mumbled. all he wanted to do was get the fuck out of here and sleep. he was so fucking exhausted and any of the energy he'd managed to generate during his brief nap had been literally beaten out of him. he reached for sky, trying to find something to grab onto, to stabilize him. 

Sky

Her shoulders fell with relief when he responded to her. Okay. He could understand her and talk back to her. Good start. But his voice was so raspy, and she could tell he was having a hard time breathing. She gripped onto him when he reached out for her. She got to her feet and tried her very hardest to help him up. He was so much bigger than her. “Okay.” Once she finally got him standing up, she wrapped her arm around his waist and gave all of her strength to helping him stand up. She was panting, trying to calm herself down and keep herself from crying. Not Sam. “The lofts not far, love.” She encouraged him, even though she was fucking panicking.

Sam

sam was almost positive that if it weren't for sky, he'd be in a lot worse shape than he was now. fuck, she was really kind of his guardian angel this week. if she hadn't been the one to tell him, if she hadn't come and gotten him and sat with him at the hospital... well that wasn't worth thinking about right now. sam needed to focus on putting one foot in front of the other right now. he tried not to lean on her too heavily. she was so much smaller than him and he didn't want to knock her over. why did he get into that stupid fight. he groaned, though it was more so a reaction to his own stupidity as opposed to the pain. and he was still a drunken mess. he really fucking hated himself right now and though he was the one bleeding out all over the place, it was sky he felt sorry for. and he told her as much. "i'm sorry." it came out raspy and quiet and sam felt embarrassed and ashamed that she had to clean him up. this whole situation with eevee hadn't been easy on her either and it was unfair for him to be so fucking selfish. 

Sky

No, no. He wasn’t doing that. That was going to set her off and make her cry. Sky was juggling so many different emotions in her mind. She was mad. She was really fucking mad. At Sam. At whoever beat him up. And just the world in general right now. She was so scared. Her mind was going to so many dark places right now. What if she hadn’t found him when she did? How much longer would he have been laying there? Scared and mu himself. In pain. She could tell he was hurting. And that her hurt. When Sam hurt, Sky hurt. Did someone else start a fight with him? Or did someone attack him? What the fuck had happened? “No. Stop that. Don’t apologize — you’re — Don’t make yourself feel like that. It’s okay.” The walk home was taking longer that normal. They were going half the speed of her normally New York City pace. “Almost there.” She should have Ubered, but her flat was so close.

Sam

once sam was cleaned up and sober he was going to make sure to tell sky how much he appreciated her and everything she’d done for him. all this time he’d been mourning the loss of the last person he felt sure he could count on, but sky had been there for him nearly the entire time since. he’d really taken her friendship for granted and he’d be sure to make it up to her once he could walk on his own. he was glad they were going to her flat. regardless of whether or not he’d ended up on his ass this evening, he wouldn’t have wanted to return to his apartment alone anyway. he nodded in response when she told him they were close, using the back of his hand to wipe away some blood that was spilling from where the skin had broken over his nose. he was a disgusting bloody mess and he was hoping sky had something for him to other wear than his blood stained t-shirt.

Sky

They finally got to her loft after what seemed like a 3 mile block. Even though they had only been walking for less than 10 minutes. They stumbled in her apartment and were greeted by a very loud Kyro who seemed to be just as panicked as Sky. She meant to tell her dog to shut up, but she was too focused on making sure that Sam was okay. “Sit.” She demanded, as she pulled out her kitchen chair for him and plopped him down on the seat. She took a deep breath of relief when she finally let go of him. He made sure he wasn’t going to fall over on himself before she turned to pour him a glass of water and get the first aide kit. He was a mess. And sky was no doctor. What if he had an internal injury or something? Sky had to stop getting so dark. He was fine. She had to keep telling herself that. She first started to wipe the blood from his face and hands.

Sam

sam sat with a heavy sigh, relieved to be off his feet. he gratefully took the glass of water from her and slowly drank from it. what he really wanted was some aspirin but sky was already hovering over him and cleaning his wounds. it stung and he made a face, biting down in the inside of his mouth as he let her work. his eyes drifted up to her face and he watched her as she took care of him. she looked worried, and sam wanted to tell her that it was okay and that he was fine, but he wasn’t sure that would mean all that much coming from him at the moment. he felt an overwhelming surge of love for her in that moment, his eyes big and sad as he continued to focus on his breathing. he reached out and touched her lightly in an attempt to comfort her.

Sky

That was it. That’s what made her lose it. The touch on the shoulder. She paused for a moment and started crying. She couldn’t handle another person she cared about being hurt. She was trying to stay strong for him again. He needed it. But she couldn’t. She was just so scared. She tried to pull herself together because she knew she needed to help Sam first. That was all that matter right now. She could cry later. “Okay. We need to clean this.” She said to herself. She got up to wash her hands before she started rubbing the antiseptic on his skin. She was trying not to press down too hard and hurt him even more. She sniffled as she cleaned him up, wiping her tears right the back of her hand. “Fuck.” She cursed under her breath.

Sam

oh fuck. he hadn’t meant to make her cry. sam panicked a little, trying to figure out how to make it okay when she got up to wash her hands. “sky...” he said, his eyes following her as she readied the antiseptic. it stung, but he was too preoccupied with the way she was crying to worry much about that. “hey,” he said reaching out to touch her arm again. “it’s okay, really, i’m okay. it’s just some blood and some bruising, i’m okay, i’m here.” and she looked so nice in her outfit for the party and he didn’t want to ruin it but he was also pretty sure that if he didn’t hug her right then that he’d never forgive himself. his hand slid up from her arm and looped round her shoulders as he pulled her in close to him. “see i’m fine,” he said into her hair, just wanting to stop her from crying. he hated seeing her sad and he hadn’t being the cause of her sadness even more. if he could help it, she’d never cry again. he kissed the top of her head before pulling back to look at her. he held her face in his hand, using the pad of his thumb to wipe away a small tear. his hand lingered, his eyes soft, and his lips twitched upwards into a small smile.

Sky

Her felt her ex grab her in a way that was meant to comfort her, but that familiar touch only made her cry more. She was used to people not being around for a long time in her life. It had happened to her all the time as a child when she was moved from family to family. Never really staying in the same place for more than a few years. But New York has become her home. She’d never lived in one place longer. And Sam had to stay. When he say him lying on the ground completely helpless, for a split second she thought she would lose him. Sam couldn’t leave her. She took short breathes, trying to catch her breathe. She finally let out two big shaky breaths when he attempted to calm her. The peck on the head was actually comforting too. She looked up at him with dark, swollen eyes. Oh God. Sky was just realizing now that no matter how many people she had cared about over the course of her life, Sam was the one that she wanted to stay with her forever. She needed him to never leave her. She really thought she had lost him for a minute back there. The actress took a deep breathe and slowly stopped crying. She reached to place her tiny hand on his cheek. Sky wasn’t think straight, and got so lost in his eyes that she almost forgot what was happening. She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, lingering close to him for a moment. It felt like a magnet was pulling them together, and she could barely stop herself from pressing her lips to his.

Sam

sky’s hand on his face was a comfort. it was familiar. and somewhere within sam a rush of feelings he’d thought forgotten came flooding back to him. she pressed a kiss to his cheek and he was more sure in that moment than he was sure of anything else that he needed her like he needed air. she pulled back, though she was still close and sam’s gaze lowered and fell to her lips, something stirring inside him that he hadn’t felt in a long time. he was so exhausted both physically and emotionally and he was so vulnerable and in the moment he felt a need to be close to his ex in a way he hadn’t been in a long time. the distance closed between them and their lips met and sam could feel himself melt into her, closing his eyes as he pulled her closer, needing so desperately for her to be with him here in this moment.

Sky

This was not the time nor the place. They were both hurting. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.  They just needed to feel some type of comfort. She was trying to convince herself of anything else besides the truth. She felt him pull her into closer, and she deepens their kiss. She put both hands up to his face gently, being careful not to hurt him. She breathed him in for a moment before she before she pulled away to scan his face for a reaction. She needed to know what he was thinking. Because she was so damn confused, but wanted this to so badly be genuine. There had been a few times she wished she would have giving up sex work for him, but she hadn’t felt that more until this moment. How could she ever take him for granted?

Sam

sam was not in the frame of mind to be rushing into anything but it felt so good to be with sky like this again. she meant so much to him and he’d been so happy when she’d told him she still cared for him. hell, that she’d still loved him. and for the split second between her confession and the gin spraying out of his nose, he’d thought she was talking about this. he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed kissing her, holding her, and he was breathless when she pulled away from him. his eyes were on hers and they were so full of genuine need. a desperation to be close to her again. he cradled her face in his hand, trying to gauge whether or not she wanted this as much as he did.

Sky

Sky didn’t know what to say. Clearly he was waiting for her to say something next. But for once in her life, she couldn’t seem to find any. She suddenly realized that Sam was still bleeding and needed to be bandaged up. “Let’s just...get you cleaned up right now.” Again, she needed to remind herself that taking car of Sam was her first priority. “Here.” She grabbed something Motrin from her purse and handed her three tiny pills. “If you weren’t drunk I’d give you some of my ambien.” She joked as she started to wrap bandages around his arms and taped some onto his hands. “I still have your Fleetwood Mac shirt. You can wear that tonight.” She told him. They needed to have a real talk but she knew that they were both too fragile for that right now. She dropped her head to pulled of his shoes. “Go wash up in the bathroom and I’ll look for the shirt.” She told him as she finished wrapped his wounds and stood up to offer him a hand.

Sam

fuck. she was pulling away from him. it was the sensible thing to do. they were both so vulnerable and they weren’t thinking rationally. but what sam was feeling was so real and he was fearful that if they left things alone then he’d regret it. he let her bandage his wounds, watching as she busied herself with taking care of him. when she offered a hand he took it, but he stayed seated. “sky,” he said, and he hadn’t intended for his voice to come out the way he did, all quiet and pleading. “can we talk about this?” because sam was still thinking about the kiss, and he wouldn’t be able to think about anything else until they’d settled this.

Sky

She felt her throat tighten and heart stopped when he asked her to talk. She wasn’t ready for this tonight. Her head hung in defeat as she sat across from him at the table. She just realized that she had some of his blood on her outfit, but that was neither here nor there at this point. This was a conversation she wanted to have in the morning, but deep down Sky knew that neither of them would be able to sleep if they didn’t. “Okay.” She told a few shaky breaths. She looked over at him silently, hoping he’d start.

Sam

her reaction concerned him. had he misread things entirely? was she not feeling the same way he was feeling? he cleared his throat somewhat uncomfortably, looking at her as he spoke. “did you not... i mean do you not...” he looked away then, slightly flustered, trying to figure out what it was he wanted to say. this was definitely a conversation better suited for the morning when they were rested and emotions weren’t running so high. but sam needed to know. “did you not feel that?”

Sky

That was actually kind of adorable. The way he was getting all flustered. Of course she felt that. How could hell she ignore a feeling like that. “No. I did. Of course I did.” She wiped them rest of her tears from her face. “Sam...” She reached for his hand. “I thought something way more terrible happened to you tonight for a split second. And thats when I realized that I felt...the...that.” She waved her hand to motion between them because she could really find the rights words fo describe how she felt. It was love, but it was also fear and uncertainty.

Sam

sam felt guilty about scaring her like that. it’d been his own fault that she found him that way, bleeding all over the pavement, struggling for air. if he’d have found her like that... he didn’t want to think about it. but he was here now and he was okay. sky was doing a great job bandaging him back up. he squeezed her hand gently. “i’m sorry i scared you...” he murmured, meeting her gaze again. he thought about how grateful he’d been that sky had found him and how he’d wanted to tell her how much he’d appreciated her when they were walking back to her flat. “sky... if you hadn’t been there... if you hadn’t been here through all of this i don’t know what i would have done.” something really stupid, probably. “sky, i need you,” he told her, his voice urgent.

Sky

Fear struck deep through her body when he told her that he didn’t know what he would have done if Sky hadn’t been there. She needed to stop thinking like that. She reached out for his hand, dark eyes pleading with him. “Sam...” She began, taking a shaky breath. “I need you too. I’m — im sorry I didn’t realize just how much I needed you until now. You’re the best man I ever met. I’m sorry...I’m sorry I took that for granted before. Her eyes grazed over his beaten face. That was so hard to look at, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of him. “I’m sorry for everything.” Of course, she was referring to what she refused to give up which inevitably caused their break up. She still completely blamed herself that one.

Sam

sam ducked his head, eyebrows knitting together as he frowned, shaking his head. it had sucked, ending things with sky. in many ways sam felt like she was his other half. they just really got each other and sam felt like a better man when he was with her. she was such a positive force in his life. but she wasn't entirely to blame for things ending. sam had been jealous and possessive. and while he knew that sky didn't have feelings for those other men and knew that it was just a job, something he'd known about before they became involved, it still got to him. he wanted her all to himself. and it had been unfair for him to ask her to give it up entirely for him. "don't be, really," he said. "that doesn't matter now," he told her. and it didn't, not after everything else that had happened. what was important was that they were here together now, here for each other to hold each other up when they both felt things crumbling around them. "we're here now, you and me, that's what matters, right?" he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "you mean so much to me... more than you know..."

Sky

Sky had never been happier in her life than when she was with Sam. Of course, there wasn't many good parts of her life to compare it too. Still. He made her feel like a fucking queen, like she deserved nothing but good. When she had gotten her first role on broadway, Sam was the first person she wanted to tell. She wanted to share her life with him, and she never stopped wanting that. It just took this to make Sam realize that. Of course, deep down she had always been thinking that. She had just tried so hard to push those feelings back. This was just so complicated and Sky was so confused, but everything that Sam was saying...she felt that too. "Sam..." She looked down at their hands then back up to him. "I love you."

Sam

sam couldn’t believe it’s taken him so much time to realize what was right in front of him. he’d felt so alone as if everyone who’d ever mattered to him had left him in some way or another. and while he and sky had spent their time apart, if he had ever needed anything, she would have been there for him. she was just amazing like that, always had been. at her words sam’s heart swelled and he felt safe and he felt home. seeing sky always felt like returning hole after a long day and in the moment sam couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. he reached up and touched sky’s face, smiling at her meaningfully despite the pain. “i love you too.”

Sky

Sky hated that it took something like this to make her realize how she felt about him, but her heart was still full regardless. This was Sam. Her Sam. She closed her eyes and smiled softly to herself when he touched her, just focusing on his calming touch. Her eyes opened when he spoke to her. Her heart swelled. She took his hand from her face and kissed the back of his palm. This felt so right. The few months they spent apart felt so wrong. “I’m so glad you’re okay. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” She confessed.

Sam

“it was stupid, it was my fault,” sam admitted. his gaze dropped to his lap, ashamed. looking at it with a bit of clarity now, it was really a cry for help. he’d really been slipping lately, thinking he could handle everything on his own. he looked at sky again and his smile widened, knowing now that he didn’t have to. “i’m not going to do anything like that again.”

Sky

“Okay.” Sky nodded. She still had so many questions to ask him about the fight. She was sure it wasn’t entirely his fault. Why though? Why would Sam get into it like this? Did it have anything to do with Eevee or was something else going on? “Come to bed.” She told him, standing up and grabbing his hand. “You need to rest. And you can tell me what happened in the morning.” She was eager to know that story. And she wanted to know who did this to him. Now that she knew Sam was okay, she was starting to get angry. But Sam’s health was still her number one priority. That could wait until the morning.

Sam

sam got slowly to his feet. he was still dead tired but he felt better now than he had when he’d stumbled through the door and that was entirely thanks to sky. he realized then that he didn’t know if he’d ever actually told her ‘thank you.’ he leaned in and gave her a small tender kiss on the cheek. “thank you, sky.” he said as he pulled away. the word ‘bed’ had never sounded so good and sam couldn’t wait to get some much needed sleep. he sensed it would be a lot easier with sky nearby.

Sky

Sky just shook her head because she didn’t need to be thanked for this. She was just grateful that he was okay, and that she was the one to have found him. Her heart fluttered a little when he gave her a loving peck on the cheek. She reached up to trace tiny circles on his face around his bloody cuts. She reached for his hand and started gently pulling him across her studio apartment and towards her bed. The idea of sleeping next to Sam actually excited her and comforted her at the same time. She hated sleeping without him for the few months they were apart, and she wanted so badly to lay next to him again. “Get undressed. I’ll clean you clothes.” She went into her closet and dig through it to find one of his old t shirts. It was a shirt that she never wanted to throw away, but felt like she couldn’t wear again.

Sam

the way sky touched his face was so gentle and loving that sam felt like his heart might explode. he let her lead him to bed and did as she said, slowly pulling his shirt off over his head. he winced a little, a sharp pain radiating from his shoulder. he must have landed on it funny when cam had slammed him to the ground. after he’d successfully removed his shirt, he stripped down the rest of the way to his boxers and sat on the edge of the bed. he’d forgotten how lonely it was sleeping on your own when he and sky had broken up. bowie helped a little, and thank god there was another living thing occupying sam’s space because he just might have gone crazy otherwise, but it hadn’t been the same. he’d missed holding her so much and early on he’d had to convince himself not to call her while he lie awake, staring up at the ceiling, trying to fight off his insomnia. he couldn’t wait to hold her again.

Sky

Sky whipped her head around to look at Sam when she heard in wince and pain, which caused her heart to sink into her arse. She had to remind herself that Sam was okay. She took a deep breath before she walked back over to Sam. She gave him a worried expression as she sat back down next to him. She needed to get him ice. With his shirt off, she could see all of his bruises so clearly. Which of course, made her heart pang again. She gently helped Sam put his shirt on, trying not to hurt him even more. Once he shirt was on Sky stood up. She had completely forgotten that she was still in her outfit from the party. “I’ll be back with your water and some ice. Lay down.” She instructed him, pulling up the covers and adjusting a pillow for him. She washed up in the bathroom, changed in pjs, and turned the shower on while she let herself have a good cry into the bathroom sink. Just for a minute. She needed to get out before going back to bed with Sam. “Here.” She said when she finally returned to her bed. “More Motrin for the morning, water...” she set both down on the night stand next to him then slid in bed

Sam

sky was really good at this taking care of people business and sam thanked his lucky stars once again that she’d been the one to find him in the alleyway. though his body was sore and exhausted, but it was also thrumming with this sort of excited energy as a result of being close to sky like this again. the act of her helping him with his shirt alone was something so intimate. he watched as she left him to get cleaned up in the bathroom. sam climbed under the covers, settling into bed and already feeling at piece. he closed his eyes, focusing on evening out his breathing as he began to wind down. he opened his eyes when sky re-entered the room, placing the motrin and water on the bed side table. the temporary peace he’d found in the brief time he’d had alone vanished as she climbed into bed beside him. they were both tired and he was certain he’d be unconscious in a matter of minutes which was really a damn shame. even after their conversation earlier, sam was still uncertain about where that left them and what that would mean for them tomorrow. he loved her and she loved him and they needed each other if they were gonna make it through this intact. though lying in bed with sky was familiar, he was nervous being this close to her like this, like he’d do something wrong. he felt kind of like a teenager again. turning over on his side was a bit of a no go at this point unless he wanted to further fuck up his shoulder. he settled for reaching for her hand under the sheets, his fingers intertwining easily with hers.

Sky

All Sky wanted to do was snuggle up next to her ex, but she didn’t want to hurt him anymore. Ex seemed like an odd word for him now. Even though it always seemed weird. Now so more than ever though. This was all so uncertain and confusing. But one thing Sky knew for sure was that she loved Sam. She loved him so damn much she thought her heart might explode. She turned on her side and propped her head up on her hand to look at him, surely not taking her black eyes off of him until he fell asleep completely. She smiled as she felt their fingers intertwine, giving his hand and firm and comforting squeeze. That felt so familiar. It was so comforting, yet made her feel so uneasy at the same time. Where the hell were they going to go from here? Was she going to quit her job now. She had to keep reminding herself to just focus on Sam’s recovery. They’d work out the details eventually. A conversation she was both terrified yet excited to have. She pressed a light kiss on his forehead as he drifted off, unable to help herself. He was all bloody and mangled and bruised in the inside too. She just wanted to give him all the love in the whole world.

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Pour Some Sugar On Me (one-shot)

Synopsys: A red dress, an innocent smile and lips like sugar- that’s enough to make Roger lose his mind. And the Reader will use everything she has to her advantage.

Pairing: Ben Hardy! Roger Taylor x f!Reader

Genre: SMUT, fluff

Warnings: SMUT (m going down on f, fingering), swearing, drinking

Word count: 3035

Inspired by Def Leppard’s song Pour Some Sugar On Me... honestly such a fucking banger! If ya want, listen to it while reading this ;)

       The house was packed as Y/N and Roger walked inside, her smaller hand tightly held in his calloused one. People cheered and hollered when they noticed Queen’s drummer walk in their midst with his beautiful lady by his side.        “I’ll get us drinks, love!” he yelled over the booming rock music and saw Y/N nod in response.        “I’ll be somewhere on the dance floor!” and with a wink, she was off. The blond bit his lip as he watched her hips sway in that tight little red number that hugged her ass so perfectly it was like the material was a second skin.        She’d worn it just for him. That much Roger was definitely aware of because Y/N knew just how fast it set him off, just how quickly the crimson dress with the deep V-neck cut and barely-there straps made him hard. When she’d walked down the steps of their apartment and he’d seen what she was wearing, Roger had actually bit on his knuckles to keep the groan in.        “You’ll be the death of me, darling,” he’d murmured pulling her body right next to him and nipping at her earlobe.        “But wouldn’t a death like this be just oh so sweet?” Y/N’s voice was sultry, and if Roger hadn’t sworn to Freddie he’d be at the party, he would’ve just ripped the garment off of her and bent her over the counter.        “The sweetest,” he muttered a reply, before detaching and grabbing the car keys. 

       The ride to Freddie’s place was one from Hell. The whole time he kept his hand on Y/N’s thigh and the dress seemed to grow shorter and shorter with every passing minute; it’s like the cloth itself was somehow shrinking and teasing him. There was even a moment where he almost swerved on the road, as he felt her fingers skim against his bicep.        “Love ya, Roggie,” Y/N muttered pressing a kiss against his shoulder.        “Love ya too, darling.” He’d never been happier to reach a destination because one more minute and he would’ve crashed the car.        As he made his way through the crowd, in one hand, he held Y/N’s preferred- gin and tonic- in the other he had the same order.        “Great minds think alike,” she had remarked on their first date when the waiter of the restaurant had come up and asked what they wished to order.        Getting through the mass of people was practically impossible, but somehow Roger managed to do it with minimal spillage. And then he almost dropped both glasses when he saw Y/N dancing.        The flashing lights roamed over her body much like Roger’s gaze. Her legs in the burgundy heels looked delectable, her waist was cinched and just screamed for Roger to dig his fingers in the flesh, and that smile… that smile was vile and cruel and horrible because there was no way they’d be able to sneak off for a quickie. Not when she was dancing with Freddie. Fuck, he was fucked. And he was so fucking glad for it.        They’d met after one of his shows. Y/N actually hadn’t been a fan of theirs, let alone a groupie. Her best friend had dragged her to the concert, the bribe being free drinks and food, and she’d never been able to say no to that.        Roger had noticed her immediately when he’d made his way on stage, and throughout the performance, he kept eye contact with pretty much only Y/N.        “He’s looking at you!” Stevie had yelled in Y/N’s ear, her grin bright and infectious.        “Who?” she screamed back trying to be louder than the crowd.        “Roger Taylor!”        “Who?”        Stevie rolled her eyes. “The blond one! The drummer!”        And sure enough, when Y/N turned back to face the stage he was staring right at her.        Instead of the usual response he got when a pretty girl caught him glancing, she had snorted and shaken her head. Even when he’d winked at her, he got zero acknowledgement.        So, he played more vigorously, kept his eyes on her, but Y/N didn’t budge. She deliberately watched just Freddie, John and Brian, and when they took their bows, Roger’s blue orbs blazing, almost frying a hole in her head, she finally gave in and threw him a wink. That’s when his heart did this weird flip thing.        At the afterparty, he sat in one specific place where he could observe the people coming in and out of the door, but no sign of the Y/H/C haired beauty. Despite the numerous women twirling around, Roger wasn’t interested in anyone apart from the stubborn girl who wouldn’t give him the time.        He huffed and stood up to get another drink when his feet stumbled. There, by the bar and chatting away with Brian was she.        Roger’s brain wasn’t thinking, it was no longer in control as his legs moved on their own accord and brought him to stand beside her.        “Hello, love,” he spoke up expecting for the woman to turn around, but she didn’t. She just put her hand up in a wave and downed a shot.        “Your turn Bri.”        Fuck, her voice. Did everything have to be so appealing about her?        “Ya know, when someone says ‘hi’ usually you say ‘hi’ back.”        “Ya know when someone doesn’t reply it means back off?”        Brian laughed at how Roger was at a sudden loss for words. He wasn’t used to people rejecting him.        “I uh I saw you at the concert,” he tried to make conversation once more. “You were in the front row.”        She simply shrugged drinking another shot and biting on a lime. “Friend’s a fan. Promised me free drinks, though I didn’t think she meant ‘get us into the after party and then disappear with the bassist', oh, uh what’s his name uhhh John. Your friend Brian offered to keep me company while the two go at it.”        Great, Roger thought to himself, even John was getting it on while he was still busting his ass. He leaned on the counter on her other side and smirked. “And what if I kept you some company?”        “I don’t know,” she spun around on the chair and rested her elbows against the table. “You must have a pretty good excuse to pull me away from the riveting conversation I was having.”        “What? Interplanetary space dust?” Roger cackled and looked at Brian who rolled his eyes.        “Actually, how quantum effects allow black holes to emit exact black body radiation. Hawking’s theory.”        Once again Roger was stumped. He hated Brian’s smug grin and the fact that she was mirroring it so perfectly.        “So no,” she said standing up and smoothing down her skirt, “not just interplanetary dust.”        And with a ‘thank you’ to Brian she was sauntering off, but before Roger missed the chance he yelled after her, “What’s your name?”        All he received was a wink. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”        Now, on most nights it was the name he cursed and moaned. The thought of that made him giddy.        “You trying to charm my woman, Fred?” Roger asked as he approached the pair and handed over Y/N her drink. Deliberately, and he knew it was so, she let her tongue wet her bottom lip before it wrapped around the tiny black straw and her rouged mouth took a sip.        “Trust me, darling, she’s the one who’s charmed me and half the guests here,” Freddie’s laugh was loud and boisterous; Roger just rolled his eyes and shook his head.        He knew the effect Y/N had on people, how all eyes turned to follow her as if she was the sun and they were sunflowers. She had this innocent demeanour. As if those lips of hers weren’t pure sin and her eyes weren’t hypnotizing. In a second, she could bewitch anyone she wanted, and they’d fall to her feet and surrender their heart. For whatever reason, she’d gone for Roger.        Y/N kept looking at him the whole time as he and Freddie spoke, catching up as the two hadn’t seen one another in a while. When she bit down on her straw and smiled at him, the drummer pinched the inside of his wrist to keep his mind in a decent place. But then she downed her drink.        In one big gulp, the G&T was gone, and a little sliver dribbled down her chin, trailing a path on her neck and disappeared in her cleavage.        “Fucking hell,” Roger whispered, his blue eyes wide as Y/N threw him a wink.        Freddie having seen that just rolled his eyes and patted his friend on the back. “Just use protection, kids.” Then he was off to mingle with the other guests.        “Something wrong, Roggie?” Y/N asked in a sweet tone that sent blood straight from his brain to his little brain as she swayed her hips from side to side.        “Nope,” he answered pulling her close to him and pecking her lips, “nothing at all. Only you looking as sinful as ever while tasting like dessert.”        In response, Y/N pulled Roger down by the open lapels of his dress shirt and gave him a passionate kiss while grinding against his front.        “What are you trying to do to me, woman?” Roger groaned in Y/N’s ear as his palms settled on her hips, tightly pressing them together. “Do you want everyone to see just how hard I am?”        She smirked feeling the bulge against her thigh. “Now, Roggie, isn’t that meant just for me?”        “Of course, it is, but when you act like the devil you are in front of the crowd, how can I control myself?”        “Mhm,” she hummed kissing his neck, “so it’s my fault now?”        “Always, baby.” Y/N’s satisfied smile was blissful.        Her hand trailed down Roger’s chest and slowly but surely disappeared under the open shirt.        “Darling,” his voice had dropped a few octaves and was laced with a warning, but Y/N only smiled at him, her Y/E/C eyes glinting with mischief as she raked her nails on the toned abdomen.        “Fucking hell, you really want to ruin me, don’t you?”        She only smiled wider when Roger squeezed her ass and slid his palms up her back.        “I mean, you can tell me to stop and I will,” Y/N said it in such an angelic tone both of them could feel his member twitch in the constraints of his pants. “But I don’t think you want me to.”        Her other hand was making a dangerous dip, and before Roger could react, she was palming him through the jeans. He was lucky that the music was as loud as it was, otherwise the whole fucking house would’ve heard the obscene moan that left his lips.        “Was this your plan all along?” he groaned in her ear, hiding his face in Y/N’s neck as she didn’t stop her motions. “Work me up? Tease me? Everyone thinks you’re so fucking innocent, you’re such a good girl… if only they knew… if only they realized what a minx you are…”        And when he pulled back, he saw the biggest smile on Y/N’s face he’d ever witnessed. “Then what are you waiting for?”        Quickly he grabbed her hand and led the way out of the large room. He tried to keep his palms from shaking and knees from buckling as they made their way towards one of the many bedrooms, but Roger was struggling.        On their way up the stairs Y/N snatched a drink from someone’s hand and downed it, but before the liquid could completely make its way to her stomach, she pulled Roger towards her and smashed their lips in a kiss.        He could taste the rum and coke and what seemed to be vanilla as his tongue licked in her mouth, gently teasing the roof of it before tangling with Y/N’s.        “Delicious as always,” Roger smirked as he pulled back.        “I think something else might be sweeter…”        “Why don’t we find out then?”            The door opened with a slam as he pushed Y/N backwards, their lips attached for each and every step as they went inside before he closed the door by lifting her up and pressing the woman against it.        Swiftly Roger turned the lock and smirked. “Don’t want an audience, do we?”        “I don’t know,” she purred, “I like it when everyone knows who you belong to.”        “You, baby,” he kissed cupping her cheeks. “Never doubt that.”        It took Roger less than twenty seconds to zip open Y/N’s dress and have it pooling around her ankles. His jaw dropped at the sight. A deep crimson bralette cupped her breasts and pushed them up together while the garter belt was connected to the black stockings, a red thong the only thing covering the rest of her.        “You like it?” she gave Roger a little twirl because Y/N was fully aware of the impact she had on him, and if there came a time, she didn’t tease her man to no end, it would be the day the world explodes.    “Remind me why exactly did I not rip that dress off while we were still home?”    Y/N smirked wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning in to bite at his earlobe. “Because you promised Freddie he’d get to host our engagement party.”        “Yeah, fuck that,” his hands sneaked around her thighs and he squeezed, telling her to jump.        “I’d rather you fuck me,” Y/N gave him a wicked grin as Roger turned around and threw her on the bed, her body bouncing a bit with the motion.        “Oh, love,” he undid the rest of his shirt and discarded it somewhere on the floor. “I fully intend to. But first, I need a taste.”        She whined at his words, but the noise was soon replaced by soft moans as Roger slid the thong down, putting it in the back pocket of his jeans with a smirk, and let his tongue lap around Y/N’s soaking core.    “Like fucking candy,” Roger muttered before diving back in and licking a long stripe right from her centre to her clit.        He worked her for a good few minutes before reverting his lips to the soft skin of her thighs and replacing his tongue with his fingers.        “How many, baby?” he asked, teasing her entrance mercilessly, dipping them in but not fully.        “Roger please,” Y/N whined, and she tried to grind her hips down, but he was stronger. When you play the drums for years, you grow some arm muscle and right now, she was very much so upset about it, because the palm pushing her waist down was very much so in control.        “Words, love,” Roger nipped the inside of her thigh. “How many?”        “I don’t care, just fucking do som-“        In a single move, his middle and pointer finger slid inside. He curled them upwards in a ‘come here’ motion, and Y/N’s eyes rolled to the back of her head.        “If only you could see yourself,” Roger muttered to her, though she was gone. The pleasure of his digits moving in and out accompanied by the delicious rubbing his thumb did on her clit had thrown her brain into another dimension.        “Fuck, you’re clenching so hard, darling,” Roger moaned trailing his mouth up from her hip, then her stomach, her chest, where he left a few blooming marks until he reached her neck, which he assaulted as much as possible before finally moving to her lips.    Her lipstick was already smeared all over her mouth, as it was around Roger's, and the knowledge of that made him grin.        Y/N’s fingers weaved in his blond mop, pulling him impossibly close, and she revelled in the still lingering taste of herself on his tongue. The sounds in the room were obscene, and even when the doorknob jiggled, someone else trying to make their way in, neither cared. Roger was too immersed in how Y/N’s walls fluttered around his digits, and dreaming of the moment he could be inside her while she was trying to keep her loudest moans at bay.        “No, love, that won’t do,” he gently scolded her as Y/N bit down on her knuckles to keep the scream in when his finger brushed against that spot deep inside. “Wanna make sure every fucking person here knows who’s making you feel this good.”        Y/N’s lips tugged up in a smile. “I’ll scream only if you scream.”        The drummer squeezed his blue eyes shut because those words were about to make him cum in his pants. “All in due time, sugar,” he said clearing his head. “But wanna hear you first.”        Now she didn’t hold back. Y/N moaned and sighed his name, and much to Roger’s satisfaction, especially when he got to that particular spot, she choked on a breath before groaning loudly.        “Come on, darling,” he cooed at her in the same tone he spoke to her when Y/N was in a sour mood, and he was trying to figure things out. “I know you’re close. Let go, love. Wanna see you drench my fingers.”        And he didn’t’ have to wait long. With her nails digging in his biceps and teeth biting down on his shoulder, Y/N’s orgasm obliterated all of her senses. She couldn’t feel how hot his skin was or the soothing kisses Roger placed all over her neck and cheeks and forehead. Nothing but white burning bliss existed.        Her body, and especially legs shook at the aftermath, and she couldn’t wait for the next day, when a pleasurable ache would settle between her legs.        “You good, baby?”        How Roger could go from a merciless tease and a fucking sex god to a concerned lover with the eyes of a puppy was beyond Y/N.        “Better than good, love,” she replied releasing a satisfied hum as he gave her a kiss. “But kinda wanna be even better.” With that said her hand cupped his still confined bulge. “What d’ya say?”        “Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”        And her lips as she kissed him were sugar sweet.

Pour some sugar on me Oh, in the name of love Pour some sugar on me Get it, come get it Pour your sugar on me Pour some sugar on me Yeah! Sugar me!

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 1)

"The Girl in the Cheetah Print Coat"

"OH!! KELLS!!"

Ashley yells from across the living room.

"I forgot to tell you, I invited my girl Luna out with us tonight. She's a bad ass chick whose an artist too. She shoots the most intimate pictures. You'll love her mus...."

Colson is sitting at the large dining room table rolling up joints for his birthday party tonight. He's listening but honestly he doesn't care who's gonna be there. His main objective is to get fuuuucked up tonight. Last year before The Big One.

"You mean Luna Smith, That Brooklyn Bitch!?!" Pete interrupts Ashley excitetedly. "I FUCKING LOVE HER!!! Dude, she's like one of my greatest friends. We go back to before I was doing stand up. She's one of the first people to push and shoot me."

"ME TOOOO!!!" laughs Ashley "I didn't know you knew her, that's crazy!"

In unison, "You ain't shit, until you've been shot by a Lunatic!!" they shout, laughing.

Colson fires up a joint as he vaguely listens to Pete and Ashley swap stories about this Luna chick. Running around Brooklyn, late night missions, this show here, that show there, .... all basic punk, riot gurl shit.... But wait.....? Talking her way outta a B&E AND resisting arrest charges!? Colson's ears perk up. He's just about to join the conversation when he's distracted by Dom, Ashley's boyfriend, plunking down beside him.

"Happy Fooking Birthday, Mate!!" he says as he helps out rolling and shots begin to flow. Colson's mind loses any thoughts of Luna.

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An hour or so passes. The rest of the band shows up and a few close friends too. They're all over to pregame before dinner and the killer house party planned for afterwards. Over the bump of the music Colson hears the door bell. Needing a break and wondering who the fuck is at his door, he yells "I've got it."

He opens the door to find the back of a tiny body in a black leather jacket with long golden blonde hair cascading down it. There's a short, flowing red dress under it, booty popping out, tattooed legs and chunky heeled combat boots.

"My kinda style..." he thinks to himself, looking her up and down.

She turns around revealing bright, blue eyes. "HI!!!" She says, a wide smile spreading acrossed her face, making her eyes dance. "I'm Luna, Ashley's friend. You must be Colson." She continues, sticking her hand out to shake his. "Uh, yeah..." He stumbles, running his hand through his blonde hair subconsciously after he shakes her hand. "C'mon on in...." He steps back to allow her inside.

"Fuck Dude. Where have I seen her before??? He wonders to himself. "GOD, I KNOW I FUCKING KNOW HER. FUCK, FUCK, FUUUCK. God she's beautiful. I hope I wasn't an asshole. Fuck."

As Luna follows Colson inside she gently grabs his wrist. When he turns to her, she says "Ash told me it was your birthday. I hope you don't mind but I made you a gift."

"Wow. Thank you." Colson says, caught even more off gaurd.

"Wanna see it?" She asks.

"FUCK YEAH!" he replies with a huge grin.

"Cool." She says with a smile. "I need a table."

"Oh, it's like that???"

"It's like that." She shrugs.

Colson guides Luna to the dining table which now is littered with liquor bottles, cans of monster, rolling papers, joints and jars of bud. He clears off a space for the black leather portfolio case he just notices that she has been carrying.

"I hope you like it." She says, looking up into his sparkling blue eyes with a tiny smile.

She unzips the leather case exposing a canvas with the logo from his Lace Up album painted as the background. In the middle is a black and white photo of a young Colson looking directly at the camera from side stage. It's safety pinned on top of a peice of studded leather. Scattered through out the canvas are cut outs displaying little negatives. The top showcases his stage name MGK and under the picture is a ripped ticket stub. Luna steps aside, watching Colson's eyes light up in excitement and disbelief.

"HOLY. FUUCK." He says, looking over at her. "This is fucking amazing. Thank you".

He reaches to hug her but she ducks out of his grasp.

"Wait, wait, wait..." She says, lifting the art peice out. She touches the bottom of the canvas, making all the negatives light up bright to be clearly seen. They are of him performing during the same show.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!" He yells bouncing around the room, geeking for a second. "THAT IS FUCKING BAD ASS!" he exclaims. Without thinking Colson grabs Luna tightly around the waist, lifting her up and spinning her around. She laughs loudly, pleased with his happiness. "Thank you." He softly says again, kissing her lightly on the forehead as he puts her down, blushing. She can't help but notice how delicious he smells, with his long arm draped around her shoulder and his 6'4 body towering over her 5'2 frame. He engulfs her as he leans in to take a closer look. He recognizes that night immediately. Leaning back and staring so deeply into her eyes he can see the ring of yellow around her irises for the first time.

"Two things. Your eyes are fucking insane. And who took these?" He asks directly.

"Uhm... Thank you? And I did, at The Gramercy, I believe. It's on the stub on the bottom." She replies.

As Colson looks at the ticket stub his heart is racing. It confirms what he knows. "It's her. It's her. It's her." His mind keeps repeating. "Holy Fuck, she's The Girl in Cheetah Print Coat!!!" his brain can't help but scream. "Fuck it" he thinks "Shoot your shot."

"You gotta boyfriend?" Colson asks Luna ducking down closer to her face, mustering all his bravery, while his left arm is still around her.

"No." She says quietly, lightly shaking her head with a look of intrigue.

With that he craddles the side of her face with his whole right hand, kissing her deeply.

Luna's body had been warm since he first scooped her up but it immediately sets on fire the moment his mouth presses upon hers. She feels a wave wash over her, making her nipples hard and vagina plump. "WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?? I haven't since Just..." She thinks with a flash of pain in her heart before she allows herself to give into Colson completely and the electricity he sends pulsing through her body.

She kisses him back fully. Tongues dancing and exploring each other's warm mouths. Ending it with a long, intimate kiss on the lips, Colson stares at her deeply again.

"Be my birthday date?" He asks

"Yes." She answers without hesitation.

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From across the room Ashley and Pete stand side by side watching their friends interact. "Well, THAT was unexpected." Ashley says. "Yeah." Pete replies. He and Ashley know both Luna and Colson very well. As good friends do. "They're either gonna soar or crash and burn. Either way, it's gonna be one hell of a ride." Ashley goes on. Pete stands with his hands in his pockets. "Yep.....and I blame it all on you." He jokes, lightly jabbing her in the ribs. She shoots him a 'bitch please' look. "They've both been through a lot." Ashley says. Pete sighs. "I know." As they make their way over to their newly acquainted friends.

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"LOOOOOONS!!!!!!!!!" Pete and Ashley both scream.

"What she make you, Kells? Ashley asks while grabbing a laughing Luna for a tight hug.

"Yeah, she makes the best presents..." Pete chimes in, waiting his turn to hug and greet his friend.

"DUDES. Check this shit out." Colson says. Picking up the canvas and displaying it proudly in front of him.

"Damn, Loons!! You really out did yourself with this one!" exclaims Ashley. "How'd you do the lights???"

Luna beams. "Thanks, Ash. I just cut the canvas and ran a little watch battery powered strand of lights around the inside of the frame to put behind the negatives. It really wasn't that hard."

"It's fucking bad ass art is what it is. Thank you again." Colson says leaning in to kiss her directly in front of their friends. Luna blushes when she catches Ashley's eye afterwards. Ashley smiles back, happy for her friend.

"NOW WHO'S READY TO GET THIS FUCKING NIGHT STARTED!!!!" Colson yells as he carefully puts his gift back into its case. "Yo, Bro" he says turning to Pete. "You mind running this up to my room so it doesn't get fucked up? Thanks, Man." He finishes as Pete agrees and takes the case.

Colson turns to Luna. "You are something else, aren't you?" He half asks, half declares to her, while holding her face with both of his huge hands. She smiles as he slides his warm tongue back into her willing mouth.

"I could kiss her all night." He thinks.

Pete interrupts them when he returns. Colson kisses Luna hard before breaking away and declaring "AND WE OUT!!". He grabs Luna's hand tightly and leads her into the night.

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At TAO everyone is laughing, eating and drinking. Luna is set between Colson and Ashley. Across from Pete and Rook, whom she just met but immediately decides she likes when he brings his drumsticks to dinner.

"Why do they call you That Brooklyn Bitch?" Rook asks.

Pete laughs "Because Loons over here is the ultimate underground scene queen. She knows you're hot before YOU know you're hot. Plus, her grandparents are Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe. AND, she'll fuck you up, no questions asked. You don't get anymore Brooklyn than that." Pete continues laughing.

Luna rolls her eyes and smiles. "Thanks, Bud. You describe me so well. Fuck that I'm an artist. I make people cooool" Luna smiles, giving Pete the finger. "And of course you just gotta fit my lineage in there, hunh? Fucking Ass." She says laughing, throwing a peice of bread at him. "No," she continues, still smiling, turning to look at Rook. "I've had that nickname since I was a kid. It started because I was never afraid to throw down. No matter where you or I are. If you are my friend and there is a problem, you can count on that bitch from Brooklyn to be there."

"TRUTH!!" Shouts Ashley next to her. The girls laugh, as Ashley raises her glass to Luna's, cheersing all the shit they have experienced together through out the years.

Luna turns back to Rook "Ultimately it morphed and took on a life of it's own. I eventually began using it as my pen name when I first started putting my work out because I wanted to succeed on my merit, not my name. None of my art... visual, audio, none of it, is signed with my real name. It's all That Brooklyn Bitch."

Rook nods his head in acceptance. "Scraper trying to make it on her own name. I can dig it."

"Hold up. You're Patti Smith's granddaughter. Like THE Patti Smith?" Colson chimes in.

Even though his hand was on her thigh, Luna didn't realize he was listening. "Mhm." She replies.

"That's crazy. I'm reading Just Kids right now. I didn't know they had a kid. I thought he was gay????"

Luna chuckles at his confusion. Smiling she says "Yes, yes he was gay. But yes, they did have a baby. My mom's not in the book upon my request. They had put her up for adoption and only reconnected when I was young, shortly before she died. That's how I ended up with my Mom-mom's last name. She adopted and raised me afterwards."

"Damn Babe, I'm sorry." Colson says putting his arm around her shoulder.

"No need, I'm ok.... As long as you don't ever call me Babe again, you're much more creative than that." She says with a smirk, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.

"Word. We'll come up with something special." He says with a smile kissing her on the lips. "You ready to party?" he asks as he stands up lifting one of the dozens of shots of Patron that have magically appeared on the table. "To a great night. Great friends, and to an upcoming great year!! Let's get FUCKED up! The only thing I wanna remember from tonight..." he continues, looking down at Luna "is that tonight was the night I finally met Luna Smith, That Brooklyn Fucking Bitch!!!"

Laughing everyone cheers and slams the celebratory shot.

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To be continued.... Because after dinner is the ride to the birthday party and after the birthday party is the after party.... And exactly what is up with The Girl in the Cheetah Print Coat????

🎉😈 🎉

[clemanime]

Slytherin Tonight

“Y-your eyes! What’s happening to your eyes?” w/Ivar

WARNING: Harry Potter and Smut, lots of smut like.. porno level smut (joking but it’s still smutty).

(A/N: I’ve been reading a lot of... manga one would say. I can feel those eyes on me. I can’t help but be entertained by them.)

@dangerousvikings and @ivaraddict

You stood at the punch bowl, mixing everything together so that the liquid looked like the Polyjuice potion from Harry Potter. You were in charge of drinks while your friends were in charge of everything else. Ubbe was making sure that everyone was enjoying themselves, Hvitserk was busy dancing between two girls, and Ivar… well Ivar was holding up the wall on the farthest side of the room. You looked up from mixing to see him staring at you before looking away. You smiled as you shook your head, finishing up before heading over to your friend. “You know the wall is sturdy on its own.” You handed him the cup before looking at him with a questioning look. “Professor Snape?”

“Yeah. I feel that he and I are similar in some ways.” He smirked.

“I get that.” You nodded. “So why are you being a pretty wallflower?” You leaned against the wall next to him.

“My brothers are more of the party animals but sadly I am not.” He cleared his throat and sipped some of the punch. “What is this?” He questioned.

“Polyjuice Potion. What did you want butter beer instead?”

“As long as I don’t turn into a dog or something.” He chuckled.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged as you looked at him. Fake fear on your face as you looked at him. “I-Ivar… Y-your eyes! What’s happening to your eyes?” You pointed, causing him to touch his face. “I’m kidding.” You grabbed his hand and he sighed with relief. “You know this is supposed to help you open up.” You motioned to the party. “Ya know… make new friends.”

“I do not connect with these people.” He answered. “I’d rather not waste my time.”

“But you won’t know if you’re wasting your time if you don’t put yourself out there. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Rejection.” He answered.

“Well you’ve got one friend.” You nudged his shoulder. “And that’s me.” You wiggled your eyebrows as you moved your head side to side. “No let the wall hold itself up and let’s go dance.”

You pulled Ivar to the center of the dancefloor and started dancing on him, urging him to move as well. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you pulled him closer, your foreheads pressed against one another. Ivar placed his hands on your his and pulled cupped your cheek, kissing you. The two of you blocked out the people around you, creating your own universe and escaping to it. It was as if everything stopped. You broke for air and the music was booming in your ears again, your eyes on him as he stared at you with lust in his eyes. “Come with me.” You said in his ear, walking away from the crowd of people and into the hall of the hotel the party was booked at. You walked towards the elevator and pulled Ivar in with you, pushing the button to your floor and making sure the doors closed before wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him, moaning as he caressed your ass and pushed his hand up your shirt. “I can’t wait for you to Slytherin my bed tonight.” You smirked as he stared at you, understanding the pun. The both of you laughed, Ivar pushing his hair out of his face.

“You are adorable.” He kissed you again, pressing you against the wall of the elevator as he pinned your arms above your head. The doors opened and the both of you were greeted with an employee of the hotel, he cleared his throat and the both of you separated, laughing you yourselves as he stood in the corner.

When the elevator reached your floor the both of you walked out. “Have a good one.” Ivar chuckled as he looked back at the guy who seemed embarrassed. You grabbed his arm and pulled him towards your room down the hall, getting it open. Before you could close it, Ivar was on you again, kissing the back of your neck and squeezing your hips before turning you around and latching to your lips. You pushed him back so that he was against the door, a smirk on his lips as he stared at you. “You don’t look like the dominate type.” He watched as you tore the buttons off his shirt in order to get it open.

“When it comes down to it. I can be impatient.” You kissed from his chest to his pants line, biting your bottom lip as you took his belt off and unbuttoned them, pulling the zipper down with your teeth. You looked up at him, enjoying how his cheeks turned red. “Was that a first?”

“Yeah.” He breathed out. You pulled his boxers down, jumping when the head of his cock tapped your nose.

“The disrespect.” You said in mock hurt.

“I can’t help myself.” He chuckled. You opened your mouth and took all of him into your mouth without hesitation, moaning at the feeling of his head touching your throat. You wasted no time, bobbing you head as you looked up at him, wanting to see the expressions on his face. Ivar threw his head back, hitting it against the door as he held your head. He let out heavy sighs as he tried to contain his moans. He bit his bottom lip and looked at you in shock as you sucked only the tip and pumped the rest of him. He slammed his hand against the nearest wall and growled out as he pulled your hair. His cum spilled into your mouth and you pulled away, looking up at him with a confident smirk on your lips. “Shit.” He huffed out. You stood up and kissed his cheek. “My turn.” He picked you up, carrying you to the single bed in the middle of the room. He put you down, tearing your sweater in half as he stared at you. “I think I have a thing for this.”

“For what? The innocent school girl look?” You questioned.

“No that’s kind of… never mind.” He shook his head. “The whole you dominating me and me dominating you thing.”

“How about we discuss this after sex.” You said as you motioned for him to move things along.

“Right.” He nodded, going back to tearing your clothes apart.

You both were naked, taking each other in. He kissed you, moving down your body like you did him a few minutes ago. Your legs hung off the bed as he kneeled in front of you, picking them up and spreading them apart as he looked at every part of you. He slowly licked at your folds, his eyes locking with yours as you watched him. He wiggled his tongue against your clit before sucking on it and inserting two fingers into your wet core. He moved them back and forth at a quick pace as he continued to suck and lick your bundle of nerves.

You arched your back, feeling yourself getting closer to your climax, whimpering when he slowed down. “Ivar.” You gasped. He picked up the pace again, pumping his fingers into you relentlessly.

“This is payback.” He chuckled.

“No.. no fair.” You whimpered again as you looked at him.

“This is fair.” He chuckled as he moved up your body and continued to finger you. “You made my knees weak so it’s only fair to turn you into a mess.” He breathed in your ear.

“Ivar!” You squealed as your climax raked over your body. “Fuck!” You grabbed his wrist, trying to stop him but he grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head. “Oh my-!” You felt another one build up, your body shaking as he rubbed your clit. He stopped and looked at you, smirking as he licked his fingers. “You evil, evil man.” You breathed out.

“You love it.” He put the head of his dick against your folds, stopping as he looked at you. “Before I forget. We’re going on a date.”

“Ivar you are the first guy that I’ve ever slept with that talks so mu-” He slammed into you, putting his hand on your neck as he stared at you.

“I don’t want to hear about the guys you’ve fucked before.” He growled out. “You’re mine now. Got it?” He hooked your leg over his arm as he started pounding you. You gripped his arms for support, your eyes closing as you moaned under him. Ivar groaned as he pushed himself deeper with every thrust. “Fuck.”

“I-Ivar!” You cried out as you felt yourself getting closer already.

“Cum as much as you can.” He huffed, staring down at you as he spread your legs farther apart. You hollered, your nails digging into his skin as you climaxed. You hadn’t been dominated before, not like how Ivar was doing it. The others were to scared that they would hurt you. But you could tell that Ivar didn’t have a care in the world if he bruised or choked you. In fact, he aimed to leave as much marking on you as he possibly could, just so everyone would know that you belong to him and he belonged to you.

Ivar pushed himself deeper inside of you, squeezing your airways harder as he smashed his lips against yours. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as maximum pleasure raked over your body, sending a pleasant shiver through your veins before they heated up again. Ivar was close as well, the both of your moans mixing together as they grew louder and louder. He hit your spot repeatedly, causing your body to self-destruct and shake as you let out a scream.

He pulled himself out of you, moving up your body as he pumped his member rapidly. He gasped and shot his cum on your face, his hand still on your neck as you closed the eye that it landed on. He slumped over, trying to catch his breath as he looked at your cum stained face. “Shit.” He stood up on weak legs and moved towards the bathroom, wetting a towel so he could clean you up.

You tried your best to sit up, but it wasn’t working, your body already sore. Ivar came back from the bathroom and cleaned you up.

“So, about that date we’re going on.” You looked at him with a small smile on your face. “How about breakfast and coffee?”

“Sounds good.” He nodded. He picked you up and placed you farther on the bed, covering you up before kissing your forehead. “I’ll see you in the morning then.

“Yeah.” You nodded.

As Ivar put his pants on there was a knock on the door, sleep trying to take over his body already. He opened the door and looked at his brothers, the three of them shocked to see each other. “That was you?” Ubbe pointed. “And Y/n.”

“Finally.” Hvitserk said as he put his hands in his pockets.

“You knew something was going on?” The elder brother questioned. “It would have been nice to know.”

“Ivar didn’t know it until now either.” He pointed. “He didn’t know that he booked a room right next to Y/n. But now we’re going to head to bed. We’ll see you in the morning Ivar. And keep it down would ya. My hangover is going to be a killer in the morning.” Hvitserk walked away, Ubbe following behind him still confused.

Ivar closed the door and walked back over to the bed, laying down next to your sleeping body and falling fast to sleep.

[classic-rock-roller]

1. You’re hanging out with Kevin and Bonham one day when you get a call from a producer. He says he’s the producer for Ninja Sex Party, and that their singer saw an Instagram video of Bonham singing something and he wants her to do a duet with them of Close My Eyes Forever on their next cover album. What do you guys tell the producer, and what do you all say when you’ve hung up the phone?

She all but grabs the phone out of my hand and screams “YES!!!!!!” so it’s decided. Bonham is bouncing off the wall once we have up and Kevin goes sarcastically, “Oh yeah, you’re not excited at all.

2. You get a call one day from Arin Hanson at Game Grumps. He says that they saw your latest music video and interview (which was your collab with QR), and want one member from each band to join them as guests on the Ten Minute Power Hour. Do you accept? Who does each band send? How does the episode go?

We of course accept and we send Bons (Because I think she’d kill me if we didn’t send her) and QR oddly enough sends Carlos. It was pretty funny but that was mostly because Carlos and Bons were constantly bickering and the hosts had to sit between them to stop them. Even so, they kept glaring at each other the entire time. 

3. You’re going through a bunch of Bonham’s great grandma’s stuff one day and come across an ornate but unlabeled bottle. It’s got a brownish liquid in it, and you say, “Is this whiskey or perfume?” Before Bonham can answer, Kevin grabs the bottle from you, chugs it, and says, “It’s perfume.” How do you and Bonham respond?

Bons: Kevin, you’re an idiot. 

Me (smacks his head lightly): Don’t go drinking unlabeled bottles. What do I tell you?

Kevin: Use the brain that God gave me. 

Me: Yes, now Bons, we’ll be right back. I’m gonna take crazy over here to get checked to make sure that stuff won't kill him. 

4. You and Kevin are meeting Bonham and her brother Chuck at a restaurant one day. You walk in and immediately Kevin says, “God it stinks in here.” Chuck responds with, “Yeah you get used to it after about never.” How do you, Kevin, and Bonham respond?

Me (Breathes Deeply): Mmmm It smells like home. Or like the oil fryers haven’t been washed in a while. Either way, it smells like a Yoccos. 

Kevin (gags): Don’t remind me of that place. You took me there once and I never want to go back. 

Bons: What the fuck is Yoccos?

Me: Look, just because it’s not five star does not mean it sucks ok?

5. Kevin is in costume for a QR video one day and you see he’s in Victorian dress. Bonham says, “I thought you’d look better in a suit, but you still look stupid.” He just looks at her and pokes her with his walking cane. “Fuck you, I have a top hat now.” How do you respond?

Me: Well, I think he looks very handsome. 

I then give him a kiss. 

Bons (shaking her head): I still don’t get how you find him attractive. 

Kevin (pokes her again): Hey! I’m like sex on toast! 

6. Your band is in the studio one day and you’re struggling with the vocal line. It’s too low to sing naturally at a good volume, but not low enough that taking it up an octave will help. You’re all stumped until Bonham shouts, “I got it! Be right back!” She leaves and comes back with a balloon. “How’s this?” She says, before sucking helium and then singing the line. “Think that’ll work, or do you want to try?”She offers you the balloon. What do you do, and how does the rest of the band respond?

I, of course, give it a try because sulfur hexafluoride is known to lower your voice and it helps us get the note. 

Sean: Whoa! 

Linus: That’s one way to fix it 

Erik: Your voice sounds weird. 

7. Your band and QR are playing poker one day, and Bonham is continuously getting shitty hands. After the fifth one, she says, “Is this origami class cause I can’t stop folding.” She laughs a bit at her own joke. How do you and the rest of the boys respond?

Kevin and Rudy roll their eyes.  Frankie wasn’t paying attention and Carlos goes, “I don’t get it.” I stifle a giggle. 

8. You and Kevin are walking down the street one day when a Japanese tourist points excitedly at Kevin. He says to his wife in broken English (he wants you to hear him) “Look Suzy, that’s Kenny G!” How does she respond, and what do you and Kevin do?

I’m laughing out loud full on bending over holding my stomach and Kevin screams, “I am not fucking Kenny G!” 

9. You and Kevin come home one day to find Rudy on the couch and Bonham lying on the floor. “Rough day?” you ask? She says, “I drink to forget but I still remember.” Kevin looks at her confusedly. “You’re eating skittles?” How does she respond and what do you and Rudy say?

Bons: Because SOMEONE (looks at me) drank all our alcohol last week and we haven’t gotten any more of it yet. 

Me: Hey, I can’t help that my guy friend was over. 

Kevin: Who is this guy friend? I’ve never heard of this guy friend?

Rudy: Oh, I’ve met him. He’s super nice. 

10. Bonham makes no bones about the fact that she hates Rush, but one day you and Kevin come over to find her listening to Limelight at full volume. Kevin says to her, “But you hate Rush.” She just gives him a look and says, “’Scuse you, this is Ninja Sex Party.” It’s still a cover of a Rush song. How does Kevin respond and what do you say?

Kevin: It’s still a Rush song though...

Bons throws a pillow at him but it hits me in the face instead. 

Me: Hey! Watch where you’re throwing next time, please. 

11. Bonham’s been fangirling a bit over Dan from Game Grumps lately. Kevin can’t stand it, and one day he asks her, “What’s your deal with Danny?” She says, “He’s a beautiful Jewish man.” “So am I, what does that have to do with anything?” How does Bonham respond and what do you say?

Bons: Yeah, but you’re not Danny...you’re...you. 

Me: We literally have this argument every time you ask, Kev. Just stop. 

12. Bonham is singing along very intensely to Africa one day when you and Kevin and Rudy are over. When the song ends, Kevin says, “That bop of yours was more passionate than your whole career.” How does she respond and what do you and Rudy say?

Bons: Fuck you

Me: It is not. (lightly slaps him upside the head) Stop being an ass 

Rudy: You should have learned by now not to be stupid.

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1) You, Randy, and Kevin are in your singer’s kitchen in her dorm while she’s doing something in her room. All of a sudden, you hear her scream and a huge thump. She then comes out of her room with her forehead bleeding. She glares at herself in the mirror before mumbling, “You’re such a fucking klutz. It’s bad enough that this happened last year you have to go two for two?” Before dabbing her forehead with a wet towel and grabbing out the band-aids. How do you, Kevin, and Randy respond?

2) Your singer is driving and taking you, Kevin, Rudy, and Carlos somewhere. When you stop at a red light, she looks over at Kevin and goes, “Kiss me at red lights because if you don’t, I’ll kiss you.” She leans over and gives him a kiss. How do you, Rudy, and Carlos react to this display of affection?

3) You come home from work to find you and your singer’s apartment oddly quiet. You come into the kitchen to see a broken glass, a bottle of pills, and blood. You don’t know what happened, but you soon find her in her room passed out on the bed and there's a small pool of blood on the sheets. What do you do?

4) You, your singer, Tommy, and your singer’s friend are following her to her dorm. When she opens up the door to her room, her friend stops, which makes you and Tommy run into her. You follow her gaze to find her staring at your singer’s wall, which is covered in photos. Your singer’s friend says, “I think you’ve gone a little overboard. You have like a metal shrine on your wall.” How do you, your singer, and Tommy respond?

5) You and your singer always get ready in the same dressing room before your concerts. One day, you’re getting dressed while she’s sitting at the vanity. Right after you’re finished getting dressed, Erik quickly pops in. Your singer takes a breath, blinks twice, and then crosses herself. Erik gives her a look and says, “You’ve never been religious.” She looks to him and goes, “It calms mu anxiety before a show and it usually brings good luck.” How do you and Erik respond?

6) You come home from work one day to find Kevin leaning his forehead on your singer’s door and quietly knocking, “Come on, Hon, please open up.” You ask what’s going on and he says, “Her aunt passed away today and she’s had her door locked since I got here. I’ve heard her crying for the past two hours.” What do you say to Kevin and what do you do to help your singer? 

7) You, Kevin, and your singer are in the car. Your singer is driving and has her phone hooked up to the Bluetooth. While driving, she keeps skipping songs going, “No, nope, nuh-uh, nope.” Finally, Kevin screams from the back, “Oh my god just pick something!” How do you and your singer respond?

8) You and your singer are sitting at the table drinking coffee when Roxanne comes in with a picture of you and your singer. She places it in front of your singer and goes, “Mom, who’s that with you?” Your singer picks up the picture and goes, “Oh my god, Bons, do you remember this? This was that picture that started the news outlets saying we were dating.” How do you and Roxanne respond?

9)  You, your singer, and her friend Ryan are sitting at the kitchen table while listening to Metal Health. Your singer will periodically ask him who the band is to which he’d respond, “Quiet Riot.” He does this one time as Kevin and Rudy come in and Kevin goes, “Oh you know my band?” Your singer doesn’t look up from her book but goes, “Don’t take it as a compliment. I’ve conditioned him since college to answer that question with Quiet Riot because that’s all I play around him.” How do you, Rudy, and Kevin respond?

10) You and Kevin are sitting in the living room when you hear your singer scream. You run to her room to see what’s the matter and you find her picking Nikki, her and your cat, off a record. “How many times do I have to tell you, Nikki? We don’t lay on records.” How do you and Kevin respond?

11) Rudy and Kevin are over working on a song. Kevin is making noises and doing little screams here and there. Your singer comes out f the kitchen with this smile on her face and goes up to Kevin. He gives her a weird look before she kisses him on the nose and goes, “You’re a screamy boi.” How do you, Rudy, and Kevin respond?

12) You and your singer are at the bar with Nikki and Tommy. Your singer and Tommy are bored so they’re pointing out people in the bar and whether or not they’d date them. Tommy goes to your singer, “I dare you to go make out with Kevin.” She steels herself and you, Tommy, and Nikki watch her walk past Kevin to a completely different guy before kissing him. You’re all staring at her when she comes back and she goes, “What? That’s Kevin.” How do you, Tommy, and Nikki respond?

13) Your band is kind of stuck for one last song for their album. You don’t know what to do when one day, your singer runs in and goes, “Guys! listen to this!” Before she plays you this song Hunger (available upon request) She looks to you and goes, “Can we please, please, please cover it?” You’re about to say something when Linus goes, “Sure but none of us can make that opening Ohhh sound anything like that.” How do you, your singer, Erik, and Sean respond?

14) Kevin is trying to teach Mal how to ride a bike and he can’t seem to do it. Mal goes to you, “Auntie Bons, can you teach me?” After about twenty minutes he’s riding just fine. How does Kevin respond and what do you and your singer say?

@osbournebemydaddy   your turn Bons :)

[auroraphilealis]

The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot

The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot | Dan has never been a fan of frat houses, and after Phil comes onto him at a frat party and then pushes him into a pool, Dan can’t help feeling vindicated. Phil, on the other hand, just wants to apologize. | Phan | Teen and Up | Drinking, Uni, Frat Houses, Misunderstandings, Fuck Boys, Pledging, Texting | 10,876 Words

This was written for Rachel ( @botanistlester ) who was desperate for a good frat boy fic with pining. I'm not sure this counts as good, but I did have fun writing it, so that counts for something hahaha.

Disclaimer: In no way do I pretend that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

(Ao3 Link)

It wasn’t that Dan was against frats, so to speak. It was just that, well. He wasn’t exactly willing to put himself through all of the torture and torment that was freshers week and pledging, not to mention what actually being in a frat would entail. His best friend had done it all his first year of uni, and while Dan had intended to follow in his footsteps when he joined him the year later, having to listen to Chris throwing up at four in the morning because he’d been asked to chug nearly a gallon of beer had completely turned Dan off.

Plus, Dan had met most of Chris’ fraternity brothers by this point, and the fact of the matter was they were all complete and utter fuck boys, and that just wasn’t Dan’s thing. Sure, he was a flirt, and at times he knew he could come off as a fuck boy himself, but it was never intentional. In fact, Dan wasn’t even sure when he was flirting, and more than once had inadvertently flirted with more than one classmate when he’d just been intending to borrow their homework.

His own personal awkwardness didn’t help. Dan had been on one too many agonizing, unintentional dates by now to be willing to put up with some hot older guy just for a booty call. He’d much rather be left alone, thank you very much, and if the way Chris had been encouraged to hook up with each and every girl he eyed up at one point or another, Dan was pretty sure that if he joined a frat as well they’d attempt the same thing on him, and he just wasn’t about that life.

No, Dan would much rather wither away in his own dorm room, doing his homework, drinking lonely, luke warm beers, and watching shitty tv shows than going out every weekend to party. Mostly.

But sometimes, when Chris invited Dan to a party, Dan just couldn’t help saying “yes.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to pledge this year? If a member swears you in, they’ll even give you a free pass and let you join late.”

Dan rolled his eyes at the age old question, and rolled his shoulders in reaction, hunching further in on himself as they approached the frat house where the party was being hosted. Chris had been begging Dan to join for weeks now, ever since Spring semester had begun and the fraternity had opened its doors for more pledges. Dan wasn’t even sure how many times he’d said no at this point.

“Yes, I’m sure Chris. I told you, fraternity’s just aren’t my thing.”

“But Daaaan,” Chris groaned. “It’d be so much fun. I swear, once you get past all the pledging, it’s just partying it up and hooking up and -”

“Literally everything I don’t particularly care for,” Dan replied, interrupting Chris before he could continue. Honestly, at this point, Dan just didn’t want to hear it anymore. He’d been given this talk by Chris every day for the last week, not to mention back when he’d first started at university and he was trying to convince Dan that life in the fraternity house was ten times better than life in the dorms. He didn’t need to hear another round of it now. “I’m serious, Chris. I’m not pledging.”

“Fine then,” Chris shot back. “Your loss then.”

Dan just snorted in response. He didn’t particularly agree with Chris there, but there was no point in saying so now.

They were nearly at the frat house anyway. Chris had picked Dan up after his last class had ended that Friday afternoon, and they’d played mario kart in Dan’s dorm room before the party. Now, Dan was kind of wishing they could be back there, despite having actually been in the mood to chat up cute boys and drink beer all night for once. Seeing Chris’ frat house stood in front of him was starting to make Dan regret that decision, however.

The whole place was a mess. Dan could hear music blasting from the speakers from across the street, loud enough Dan already felt like he could feel the sound vibrating through his feet. There were people everywhere, spilling out of the doors and the windows and onto the front lawn, from what Dan could see, and he didn’t even want to imagine what the backyard looked like. If he could trust his hearing, Dan was willing to bet there was a pool party going on back there, and he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to be anywhere near what was surely going to be a mess of that.

As the two boys crossed the street onto the pavement in front of Chris’ frat house, someone suddenly shouted “Incoming!” and a bottle of wine went sailing over Dan and Chris’ head. They both ducked, just in time, too, as the bottle nearly collided with Dan’s head, and shattered on the street just behind Dan.

There was a loud commotion as Dan cautiously stood back up, eyes wide, and then a group of boys went rushing past Dan, all dressed in flimsy unitards that honestly showed way too much of their bits for even Dan’s comfort. From beside him, Dan heard Chris laugh and shout after whom were obviously pledgers, something about moving faster, but honestly, Dan wasn’t listening - he was far too busy staring at the man who’d thrown the wine bottle that had nearly collided with his head as he slowly made his way over to where Chris and Dan stood, staring and laughing after the pledgers he’d clearly intended to make run faster as well with that ill timed bottle throw.

Dan might have been glaring. The Alpha Beta Pi member didn’t seem to notice, however. He didn’t even seem to be looking at Dan; instead, he was smiling far too wide at Chris, his grin showing off his gums and his tongue poking out of one side of his mouth in a way that was not allowed to be sexy. His eyes, Dan couldn’t help noticing, were an electrifying bluey-green, and in any other situation, Dan was certain he would have wanted to chat this guy up.

But alas, not only was he a fraternity member, but he was a fuck boy to boot.

“Hey Chris!” the guy greeted, sending a cheery smile at Chris, before turning smoldering eyes onto Dan. His smile turned into more of a smirk as he very obviously gave Dan a once over, checking him out in a way that made Dan feel overly exposed. Normally, that kind of look would have made him feel hot all over, but in this situation, Dan just felt annoyed. “Who's your friend?” he asked, without taking his eyes off of Dan.

Dan crossed his arms over his chest and glared, not bothering to answer even though he knew the guy had probably intended for Dan to fall into his arms.

“This is Dan, that guy I was telling you about. I still can’t convince him to join our frat!” Chris complained. He was also smiling as he slung an arm over Dan’s shoulders and pulled him in close. “Maybe you could convince him, Phil?”

“Maybe,” the guy, Phil, agreed, and Dan couldn’t help rolling his eyes.

“You wish,” he muttered. Phil was wearing some kind of gross fraternity polo, the same one Chris was wearing, and his pink shorts were way too high up on his waist. He looked like a complete and utter ponce. Dan grimaced as he took this in.“Maybe if you hadn’t nearly decked me with a bottle of wine on our first meeting,” Dan stated, none too gently pulling out from under Chris’ arm and sauntering right past fuck boy Phil and his asshole best friend.

Chris laughed, but Dan could practically feel Phil staring at his ass, and it only annoyed him more. Wasn’t the idiot listening to a word he said? Clearly, he wasn’t interested.

“Would it help if I said I was sorry?”

“Nope, sorry!” Dan shouted back, and didn’t bother to turn back around. Phil didn’t stand a chance, tonight or any other night. Dan didn’t do one night stands, especially not with fuck boys like Phil.

“What about if I promised to not do it again?”

Dan didn’t deign Phil with an answer, and instead disappeared inside, the sounds of Chris’ laughter following behind him.

The frat house was just as stuffy as Dan had been imagining it would be. It was packed with girls and boys alike, all rubbing up against each other as they attempted to move around. The music was even louder inside, nearly shattering Dan’s ears drums, but he did his best to tune it out as he wiggled past a group of dancing girls. One of them tried to drag Dan into their bustling bodies, but Dan made a face and yanked away.

He just wanted to make his way to the kitchen to get a beer, and then, maybe, he’d find some nice boy to chat up. Maybe if he was lucky, he’d manage a date out of the night, too. Yeah, that would be the dream.

Dan should have known better than to think any part of this would be pleasant, however. The moment that he stepped into the kitchen, he was assaulted by a scent so putrid he nearly puked. He had to close his eyes and shut his nose in order to regain his sense of where things even were, and then, when he opened his eyes again, he was met with nothing other than the sight of two boys tying a third boy - another pledge wearing at too-tight unitard - onto the ceiling lamp so that he could suck beer out of a long straw connected to a too-full fish tank of beer.

The nausea was already setting in for Dan when he wobbled past the mass of people gathered to watch and snatched a beer for himself. He wasn’t sure if the chanting was his own heartbeat in his ears, or the fraternity members in their pink shorts screaming “chug chug chug chug chug!” All he knew was that he was relieved the second he escaped the kitchen.

His feet took him back into the overly packed living room, where girls and boys were gyrating on each other now with the change of music to a too sexual song. Dan still preferred this to the scene in the kitchen, and he popped the tab on his beer as he found a place to stand in a far corner that was, unfortunately, occupied with couples making out, hands down pants, and up t-shirts. Dan tried not to stare too hard at the two very obvious guys jerking each other off next to him.

Thankfully, he found that he was not alone.

Near him stood another boy, this one shorter than Dan - unlike Phil who had, miraculously, been taller - with deep red hair and brown eyes. Dan could see him darting glances at the couple near them, cheeks a deep red of embarrassment that was honestly so endearing that Dan kind of just wanted to gather the poor guy up in his arms and take him away from here.

He didn’t do that. Instead, he sidled in closer, and leant over so he could whisper in the guy’s ear.

“Kinda awkward, huh?”

Red head turned to stare at Dan with wide eyes, his cheeks only turning a deeper red at being caught, but Dan merely shook his head with an easy going smile. He didn’t want to embarrass the poor kid, after all.

“And hot, if I’m being honest,” Dan added, this time allowing his voice to go a bit more deep, and a bit sultry, so the guy would know Dan was interested as well. This time, when he pulled back to look at the kid, his pupils had gone a little bigger, and he was licking his lips with a shy little grin of his own that told Dan maybe he would have some luck tonight after all.

How he ended up being one of the guys in the corner making out with some dude, Dan wasn’t sure, but he found he didn’t totally mind. If the way the guy was grinding into Dan’s crotch, he’d say the other guy didn’t mind either, but then again, Dan really wasn’t into the whole one night stand kind of thing, and he definitely wasn’t drunk enough to just say “fuck it,” and get the poor kid off right then and there.

Thankfully, or not so gratefully, depending on how you look at it, Dan needing to end this thing before it could start ended up not being so difficult after all. Just as the red head was moving to shove his hand down Dan’s pants, and Dan was moving to pull himself away, something cold and wet dripped over the ginger’s head, splattering Dan’s face some, and making the guy pull back from Dan so abruptly that Dan nearly fell, having to catch himself on the wall next to them.

“The fuck!” Dan thought he heard the kid shout, only to look up himself and find none other than Phil stood next to them, looking far too delighted for someone who had apparently “accidentally” spilled a cup of beer all over Dan’s… friend.

He didn’t even know the poor kids name. Dan didn’t know whether to be more frustrated with himself, or Phil for interrupting them.

“Sorry, mate!” Dan heard Phil shout over the music, shrugging his shoulders delicately while the other boy glared at him. His delightful flush from before was gone, completely replaced with eyes full of rage. Dan didn’t even get a chance to try and grab the guys number before he stormed off, shaking his head and appearing to mutter to himself as he pushed through the crowd of people still taking up far too much room. Suddenly, the room was far too hot and stuffy.

Dan turned to glare at Phil, fully intending to tell the guy off for interrupting him - despite some part of Dan being relieved that he had - when Phil sauntered closer and took the red head’s place in Dan’s personal space. Dan was too stunned, at first, to stop him.

“And sorry to you, too, hot stuff. I didn’t mean to interrupt your uh - activities,” he murmured, so close to Dan’s ear that the huskiness of his voice actually sent a thrill of want up Dan’s spine. He had to shake his head in order to wipe the wide eyed look off of his face, and did his best to glare at Phil all over again. “Maybe I could finish up where your friend left off?”

Phil hardly got a chance to place his hand over Dan’s overly interested dick before Dan was reaching up and shoving him bodily away. His cheeks were flaming red, and he couldn’t deny that Phil was turning him on, but that didn’t change the fact that he was a fuck boy and clearly just wanted to fuck Dan.

Well, Dan wasn’t going to let him.

“Fuck off!” Dan yelled, furious as he glared at the frat boy in front of him. Phil’s eyes were wide and suddenly uncertain, exactly the way Dan thought they should be. “I don’t do one night stands, and you should really learn some manners. You can’t just pour a drink on someone's head because you wanna tap what they’re trying to tap!” Dan practically growled, pushing in close to Phil so that the dark haired boy could hear him. Despite Phil being taller than him, Dan merely craned his neck to glare at him, and pushed him again for good measure. Phil’s fringe swung into his eyes, making him look so much more fuckable than before, but Dan ignored that part of his brain. “Leave me the hell alone.”

Phil was too stunned to respond, which was all well and good for Dan, who turned on his heel and stalked away. If he had to shove past a few onlookers, well, so be it. It wasn’t as if Dan was planning on showing up here again for a long while anyway.

--

Except, then he did. A week later, Dan found himself being dragged along back to Chris’ frat house under the guise of Chris needing help with his maths homework, only for Dan to realize with a groan that he’d been snagged along to join another party. This time, it was Sunday night, and Dan was honestly surprised anyone had shown up to the Alpha Beta Pi frat house for a party just before classes started up again the next morning.

If Dan had been feeling any more contrary, he might have turned around the moment he’d realized there was another party going on and instead headed back home, but as it was, he was already there and being promised free beer, so Dan allowed Chris to drag him across a less rowdy filled front yard and into the frat house to the kitchen. There was another weird smell in the air and a row of pledgers tied up and on their knees with their mouths wide open while a group of frat boys walked back and forth pouring beer down their throats, but Dan did his best to ignore it all until he was safely outside again and chilling with Chris near the pool.

The party was smaller than the last, but no less rowdy. There was a group of students in the pool having what looked like a weird cross between chicken and an orgy, and another group doing some kind of drugs on the other side of Dan and Chris. The rest of the people outside were screaming and laughing as they played what looked like a game of beer pong, and chatted in small groups over the loud sound of the music coming from within. Dan’s feet were swinging softly in the pool, shoes and socks stacked beside him so he wouldn’t lose them.

Despite having come technically against his will, Dan felt pretty content and relaxed as he and Chris laughed at the failing girls who’d just fallen off some frat guys’ shoulders and into the water below. Dan, however, looked away when bras started coming off, while Chris laughed and wolf whistled in delight.

The beer in Dan’s hand was thankfully cold, and it tasted alright too. He wasn’t sure one beer was going to get him tipsy, but he could at least enjoy himself with it. As he glanced around the backyard, however, he found himself coming face to face with none other than the guy from the week before - Phil.

Dan rolled his eyes before he could help himself, and then rolled them again when Phil spotted him and his face seemed to light up. It didn’t really make sense to Dan, who chose to view the expression as a predatory one, and he turned away again to the couples now making out in the pool while the party goers around them cheered them on. He wasn’t particularly interested in the boobs suddenly spilling everywhere, but it was better than paying any attention to Phil.

As luck would have it, however, Phil wasn’t one to give up as easily as Dan had hoped.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Phil greeted. Dan looked up only to find Phil looming over him, that same cocky grin from last week greeting him, and promptly looked away again.

“I’d say the same to you, but I’d much rather not be seeing your face right now.”

Chris spluttered from next to Dan, looking completely and utterly shocked. Dan wasn’t entirely sure why.

“Dan!” he shouted, half scandalized, half amused. “I thought you liked Phil!”

“What gave you that impression?”

This time, Phil made a wounded sound, and Dan found himself rolling his eyes all over again. Carefully, Dan pulled his feet away from the water, and stood, his serenity ruined. There was no use hanging out by the water anymore, let alone at the party.

Chris couldn’t seem to help himself as he started to laugh loudly behind Dan’s back. Dan couldn’t see his face, but he was willing to bet it had already turned red from the effects of the alcohol they were drinking. Chris had always been kind of a lightweight.

“Sorry, mate. Thought you’d make a better impression than that,” Chris said. Dan couldn’t help his snort as he leaned over to gather up his shoes and socks.

Before he could manage to pull them back on, however, Phil stepped forward, words tumbling from his mouth that Dan mostly couldn’t hear, and sent Dan tumbling backwards and into the water below.

“Dan, wait. I’m really sorry about last week, I - Dan!”

The splash was spectacular, at least from Dan’s point of view. There was the sudden, abrupt sensation of falling, followed by a piercing cold that rattled Dan to his bones, and then a rush in his ears that told him he’d just gone under. The rest of the world above him suddenly became muffled, both visually and audibly, all as Dan inhaled deeply and held his breath. His arms pinwheeled aggressively as he attempted to push himself back up and out of the water, but his clothes dragged at him, and for a moment, he felt nothing but panic.

Then, Dan managed to break through the top of the water, and gasped in a deep breath, hands fumbling for the edge of the pool. What he found instead were cold hands, grabbing hold of him, and hauling him out of the water nearly as fast as he’d fallen in. Instantly, Dan collapsed onto solid grown, and fumbled in his pocket to yank out his phone, doing his best to toss it away from in the hopes that he could save it from total water damage.

For a long moment, Dan just lay there. He thought someone might have been saying his name, an attempt at his attention over the loud sounds of the party continuing on normally around them, but Dan ignored the voice. He was much more focused on catching his breath, and calming down enough to try and figure out what the fuck had just happened. He was stunned, to say the least, freezing cold and absolutely shivering as his body tried to adjust to the light breeze moving across the backyard.

He still wasn’t entirely certain what had happened, but he did know that it was all Phil’s fault.

“Dan, I am so, so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean to -” Dan could hear Phil saying, but he wasn’t really listening. Slowly, he opened his eyes, only to find Phil leaning over him, frantically wiping Dan’s phone dry on his stupid white polo t-shirt, and casting constant, worried glances over at Dan, who was still trying to recover his breathing.

His glare must have come through, however, as Phil finally stopped moving when he caught sight of it and just kind of froze.

“Didn’t I tell you to leave me the fuck alone?” Dan growled. He couldn’t help the venom in his voice. He was pissed. “Now look what you’ve done! I swear to god, if my phone is broken -”

“I’ll pay for it!” Phil instantly interrupted him, staring at Dan with pleading eyes. Dan clenched his hands into fists at his sides. Phil was probably some kind of a rich kid, and he was probably used to buying himself out of these kinds of situations. The thought of that just pissed Dan off even more. Pushing himself up into a sitting position, Dan reached out and snatched his phone away from Phil’s suddenly limp hands.

“Whatever,” he replied, shrugging Phil off. Gently, Dan pushed himself to his feet, and leaned over to snatch his socks and shoes up again. “I don’t care. Just stay away from me from now on, okay?” he snapped.

Dan didn’t give Phil a chance to respond. Instead, he turned on his heel and walked away. He didn’t even bother to respond to Chris’ worried shouts of his name behind him. He just wanted to get away. Why did Phil have to piss him off so much?

--

Dan mostly ignored Chris’ ensuing apologies over the course of the next two weeks. They were best friends, but that didn’t mean Dan necessarily had to forgive the shithead right away. Besides, it seemed the only way Dan was going to get out of being pushed into pledging for a fraternity Dan wanted nothing to do with, he was going to have to freeze Chris out, at least for a little while.

The break from the parties turned out to be something that Dan had definitely needed. He wasn’t a particularly extroverted person, after all, and much preferred to spend time in his own company to being surrounded by lots of noise and action. While his TV blaring shitty sitcoms in the background didn’t much bother Dan, loud, drunk people at a party did.

It definitely helped that no longer visiting Chris’ fraternity meant Dan no longer had any chance of running into Phil, especially after the pool incident. Dan wasn’t sure what Phil had been trying to pull that night, but he definitely didn’t want to have any part on it.

Thankfully, Chris didn’t bring Phil up at all when he did text Dan. Mostly, he just groveled for forgiveness until Dan agreed to let him off the hook, if, and only if, Chris would lay off on asking him to join his fraternity. Chris promised on the condition that Dan consider joining next semester. Figuring it was the best he was going to get, Dan shot back a quick text of agreement, and then settled himself back down on his bed.

His dorm was miniscule, nothing like Chris’ massive, shared dormitory in the fraternity house, but Dan didn’t care. His own room was his own room, and he much preferred his privacy to sharing with another individual, no matter how much extra room that ensured.

Dan was just rolling over in his bed to grab one of his law textbooks when his phone went off with another text, followed by another, and then another.

Sighing loudly in annoyance, Dan abandoned his quest to do some homework, and picked his phone back up.

The first two were from Chris.

(16:02) thk u thk u thk u

(16:02) also uh plz dnt get mad

But the third was from a number Dan didn’t know.

(16:02) hi

Dan opted to text Chris back, before even venturing close to the unknown number.

(16:06) what did u do

(16:08) a certain sm1 might have bin asking 4 ur #

(16:09) n i might hv givn it 2 him

(16:11) if ur talking about who i think ur talking about we arent friends anymore

(16:14) its phil

Dan nearly slammed his head into the floor when he finally received Chris’ response, and he groaned loudly into his pillow. The previously innocuous “hi” from before suddenly seemed like a snarling creature to Dan, and he couldn’t stop picturing the way Phil had gotten all up and in his space that night at the first party.

Phil must think Dan was some kind of slut or something, sleeping around with anyone who showed him the slightest bit of interest. Maybe part of that was Dan’s fault, but that didn’t change the fact that Phil was a fuck boy. First, he’d tossed a literal bottle of wine over Dan’s head in order to get his fraternities pledges to run faster, laughing all the while, then he’d tried to flirt with Dan and offer him sex or something in order to get him to join the fraternity, not only dumped beer on some guys head but then tried to hook up with Dan afterwards, and finally quite literally shoved Dan into a pool before offering him money in order to get Dan to forgive him.

Who did this guy think he was to be harassing Dan like this?

(16:17) dont text me

(16:17) please dan i just want to say im sorry

(16:19) fine. apology accepted

(16:19) really? :D

(16:26) no

(16:29) :(

*

(17:04) why do you hate me?

(17:17) where do i begin

(17:18) maybe bc u physically assaulted me twice and now ur harrassing me

(17:18) plus ur a fuck boy

(17:21) but im not :((

(17:24) sure u arent

(17:24) let me prove it to you

(17:26) why should i

(17:27) because you think im cute :)

(17:31) ur really not doing urself any favors right now

(17:36) you didnt disagree :D

(17:42) cmon please. just give me a chance?

(17:54) …

(17:58) fine, but dont expect me to do u any favors

(17:59) ur on your own mate

(18:01) :D

Dan didn’t get another response, so he figured Phil was done for the night. With a rather relieved sigh, Dan tossed his phone onto his bedside table, and returned to his attempt to work on his homework.

Who knew when Dan first decided to take up law, that it would be so boring?

--

The text messages started out innocently enough. Dan had honestly been expecting more flirting, or some really awkward attempt to get to know him that would alert Dan to Phil’s intentions; which were an attempt to make Dan think Phil actually cared before he started asking for dick pic’s or some shit like that.

What actually happened was quite the opposite. Despite Dan being pretty certain Phil was just playing the long game, he was quite good at acting.

If Dan didn’t know any better, he’d agree that Phil wasn’t, in fact, a fuck boy after all.

*

(17:52) so what are you studying?

(18:12) law

(18:19) really? cause you don’t look like a law kid

(18:21) more photography

(18:21) or arts

(18:32) what r u trying to say?

(18:34) that your too cute for law? :D

(18:42) sorry. i just meant you dont look like the type to want to make the world a better place or something

(18:59) clearly u kn nthing abt law

(19:01) most of my classmates r doing it for the money

(19:04) oh. sorry. i just thought it looked a little boring for you

(19:31) dan?

(19:47) its fine

(19:49) :(

(19:51) im studying film btw

(3:51) of course u r

(7:09) i hope you have a good day :)

*

(19:54) what do you do in your free time?

(20:13) y do u care?

(20:17) i told you, because i like you

(20:56) u never told me that

(21:01) i didn’t?

(21:05) i guess i didn’t :(

(21:06) well i do. and that’s why i wanted to apologize the other day...and prove that i’m not a fuck boy :(

(21:35) dan?

(21:49) please talk to me :( you promised you’d give me a chance :((((

(22:32) please?

(5:09) i like video games. and anime. and solitude

(8:10) really? i love video games :D i’ve never seen anime before though

(8:15) also how come your always up so late?

(8:21) dan?

(12:04) cant sleep.

(12:07) start with avatar:the last airbender and maybe well talk

(14:35) okay! :D

*

(10:08) just saw the cutest pupper ever

(10:09) kind of reminded me of you actually :D

(10:48) unless it was a shibe i dont believe u

(10:49) it was a newfoundland

(11:02) i literally hate u rn

(11:05) he was cute. just like you :)

(11:07) and giant

(11:09) ...fuck off

*

(8:08) who invented 8am lectures?

(8:13) i feel disgusting

(8:16) can i go back to bed now

(8:21) daaaaaaaaan

(8:25) i’m only two years above you there is no way you dont have any 8ams

(9:15) seriously?

(10:05) have u started avatar yet

(10:18) yes!!! its so good. i feel so bad for aang

(10:42) whose your favorite character?

(12:33) Zuko

(12:51) your into the villians then i take it?

(12:53) mines Sokka :D

(13:11) of course it is

(13:12) just keep watching

*

(2:54) omg. Zuko :((((

(3:21) this is literally not fair

(3:44) im not supposed to be rooting for the bad guy!!!

(4:05) you didnt tell me it was like this!!!

(4:31) stop ignoring me i know your awake!

(5:55) text me when uve finished it

(7:01) i hate u

(7:14) i know

*

(14:08) im done

(14:09) im not crying you are

(15:39) ur done?

(15:41) yes!!! It was so good!!!

(15:43) ive started on the sequel now

(15:46) im not sure i like it so far though

(16:00) DONT. STOP. DONT WATCH IT.

(16:01) ULL RUIN THE SANCTITY OF AVATAR.

(16:03) PHIL

(16:09) okay okay geez. ive stopped D:

(16:21) can we talk about Zuko though cause *heart eyes*

Video Call: 2:44:54

*

(10:15) google says avatar isn’t a real anime

(11:45) its not

(12:09) but you saaaaaaid

(12:14) i told u to start with it not that it was an anime

(12:17) had to see if u were serious

(12:45) well obviously i was

(13:02) so whats your favorite anime then

(13:59) *devil horns emoji*

(14:02) ever heard of clannad?

*

(4:22) i hate you

(4:24) im never speaking to you again

*

(16:02) can i please have a happy one this time

(16:43) food wars

*

(19:04) thanks dan

*

(18:04) do you play fallout?

(18:10) yea

(18:07) great, listen. i maaaaaay be too low level to beat the Glowing One atm and it keeps killing me in one hit :(((

(18:09) omg u fkn loser

(18:11) go arnd him or smth

(18:15) daaaaaaaaaan, you know that wont work!

(18:16) unless you’ve never beat him either

(18:17) thats it isn’t it? your just making fun of me cause you dont know how to beat it

(18:17) exuse me?

(18:19) make sure uve got a bunch of grenades and molotovs cause ur gonna need em. head upstairs and starts tossing them throu the hole and onto that binch until it blows up

(18:21) did u do it?

(18:32) *sent a video*

(18:35) i culd have done it in 2 minutes

(18:37) thanks dan

(18:47) welcs

--

After weeks of texting with Phil, Dan could almost count the guy as a friend, and part of him was even beginning to proper believe that Phil had been telling the truth when he claimed not to be a fuck boy. Not once had Phil attempted to send Dan nudes, nor had he again attempted to pick Dan up.

They’d moved on from purely texting, to video chatting from time to time, and though Phil still occasionally flirted with Dan, nothing ever seemed to escalate the way Dan had been expecting it to. In fact, after Phil had admitted to liking Dan, and that having been why he was so determined to prove to Dan that he was a good person, Phil had been quite the gentleman in every way.

Of course, that didn’t mean that Dan was ready to trust him completely. Despite numerous invitations for Dan to join Phil and his friends, or even just Phil, doing anything, Dan had always said no. He just wasn’t ready to see Phil in person and ruin the small friendship they’d begun to build.

That was why, two months after the last Frat party Dan had been too, when Chris invited him to another one, Dan still declined.

*

(21:02) daaaaaaaaaaaaaaan. Rwre u?????

(21:05) chris said u were cming tonight

(21:07) i jst wnna see uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

(21:12) how cum we neever hng in peeerson???

(21:15) ur drunk phil

(21:21) r u at home?

(21:24) daaaaaaaaaaaan

(21:26) cme oveeeeeeeeeer

(21:27) plese?

(21:31) i mss ur cute bottommmm

(21:36) i wanna lick u allllllll up

(21:41) plesase daan?

(21:56) *sent a picture*

(22:10) go to bed phil. Please. I’ll talk to you in the morning.

*

(12:52) oh god

(12:54) i am so, so, so sorry dan, i swear i didnt mean anything by it

(12:55) i mean i did but like i didnt

(12:56) i was drunk

(12:56) i swear im not normally like that

(12:57) please forgive me

(1:12) dan?

(2:18) its okay.

--

The truth was, it wasn’t okay. Dan was still reeling from the events of the previous night, when all of the hope he hadn’t quite realized he’d been building up in his head had come crashing down around him. For a moment, Dan had been certain that Phil hadn’t just been fucking with him the whole time. For a moment, Dan had thought that maybe, just maybe, he’d found a really hot guy who’d actually want to date him for him, and who could potentially actually share the same interests as him.

But then Phil had gotten drunk, and for all that Dan knew, the truth had come pouring out.

Phil still seemed to see Dan as someone easy, someone he wanted to fuck more than anything else. There hadn’t been any pronouncement of affection in those drunken texts; just naked sexual need.

The picture had been almost innocuous. It hadn’t been the dick pics Dan had been waiting for, just a shot of Phil with his shirt torn over his head and a leering grin, but it had still bellied the first image Dan had ever had of Phil being a fuck boy.

Had the last few weeks been nothing but a charade, then? Dan didn’t know. He couldn’t ever be entirely sure, but he did know that at least for right now, he needed a break from Phil.

--

The party had seemed a safe enough bet. Dan had planned it perfectly. Chris had been talking about his Frat house hosting a party that Friday, and a classmate in one of Dan’s law classes had been talking about a party he’d heard about on Friday that was being hosted at some Alumni’s house. Dan had, naturally, assumed that there would be two parties that night and, chances were, Dan would not be running into Phil if he showed up at a party that was not associated with Phil’s house.

It seemed the perfect way to take a break from his… friendship with Phil if he were to go out and socialize with someone who was not Phil.

Naturally, he’d been wrong.

The night had started off positively enough. Dan had shown up at the alumni’s truly massive house, just on the other side of campus with wide windows that took up so much of the wall space in the back they might as well not have been walls. The party had been in full swing, and Dan had slipped in almost unnoticed before moving swiftly to the kitchen to grab a beer.

Then, he’d found a corner to settle in, and waited for the flies to come dripping in.

Of course they had, and at first, Dan had thought it would be all right. There were a few obnoxious guys, as there always were, a few flirty girls who’d only had to hear Dan was very much so gay before they walked away, and then, finally, someone who’d seemed just as awkward as Dan himself who stopped and chatted with him for a bit while he sipped at his beer.

Unfortunately for Dan, that guy didn’t last very long before he was replaced with… well, what Dan would call hell on earth.

His name was Logan, and he had a smile that could scorch the Earth. He was incredibly hot and he knew it, with curled, brown locks similar to Dan’s own if he actually chose not to straighten it, and incredibly warm brown eyes. His jaw could pierce glass, it was so sharp, and if Dan didn’t know any better, he’d want nothing more than to trail his lips over the delicious skin.

But Dan did know better, and the moment that Logan sidled up to Dan, he knew he was in trouble. They guy was known for not being the most considerate when it came to “consent.” Don’t get Dan wrong, he’d never actually done anything to hurt anyone, as far as Dan knew, but he would push when someone said no to him. He didn’t quite know how to accept a rejection, and it usually ended up in the people he showed interest in, leaving the party early.

Which meant that Dan’s plan to forget about Phil for a little while tonight was officially over.

“Hey hot stuff,” Logan introduced himself, offering Dan that oh-so-charming smile of his that, usually, might disarm a person or two. Instantly, Dan felt his skin prickle in discomfort, and he offered Logan a bored glance.

“Not interested,” he replied. Dan already knew it wouldn’t be near enough to get Logan off his scent, but he could at least try, and the best way to dissuade the guy was to start out the conversation with a quick rejection. Otherwise, he might just think he had a chance and try harder.

Logan pouted, a can of beer in his hands that he used to press against his cheek and attempt to make himself look cuter. Dan had seen the trick a thousand and one times in the past year and a half he’d been at Uni. It honestly did nothing to him anymore.

(Dan wasn’t going to mention the fact that it had once made his stomach flip.)

“Aww, come on, baby. I could show you a good time if you just gave me the chance.”

Refusing to meet Logan’s eyes, Dan merely shook his head, stoic, and knocked back the rest of his can of beer. He could feel Logan’s eyes on his adam’s apple as it bobbed, but Dan didn’t care. Plopping the can down on a surface nearby, Dan turned with the full intent to walk away.

Unfortunately for him, Logan wasn’t having that. Before Dan could get far at all, Logan’s hand wrapped around his wrist and pulled him back in place. Dan’s body moved of its own accord, then, and though he turned and found himself directly within Logan’s very personal bubble, he yanked his wrist free from Logan’s clutches, and glared straight up into his pretty little face.

“Don’t touch me,” Dan hissed, teeth gritted as he glared. He was the slightest bit taller than Logan, something he was glad for, as he loomed over him. Surprised, Logan didn’t even seem to know how to respond to Dan’s sudden violent reaction, and he just stared for a moment. Taking advantage of Logan’s uncertainty, Dan reached up and shoved at Logan’s chest. “And I said I wasn’t interested. So back off.”

The party was loud around them. Dan watched as Logan glanced around the room, seeming to wonder if anyone had seen his rather shameful rejection. Dan merely continued to glare, hands clenched into fists at his sides. The corner they’d stood in was relatively dim, at least compared to the flashing lights in the middle of the room. No one was looking their way.

Finally, Logan turned to look back at Dan, a sneer on his face, and then, as if he hadn’t been the one rejected, turned on his heel and, with a rather ridiculous flourish, walked away.

Dan felt his shoulders slump in relief, but his night had been successfully ruined.

There was no point to him in staying at this party any longer. Taking a shuddering, and somewhat frustrated breath, Dan relaxed his hands, and turned to leave. He could feel his bladder weighing down on him with the urgent need to pee, so instead of heading straight for the front door to leave, Dan turned and walked down a hallway he’d spotted earlier.

There was no way he was going to walk all the way back to the dorms with a full bladder, no matter what he might accidentally see pushing open random doors in the strangers house.

The corridor was sort of long. Dan could see a garage door at the far end, propped open with a stick, and could smell weed wafting through. The air was so misty on the other side Dan couldn’t believe anyone could even breathe out there. On the right side, there were two doors, and on the left, an additional three. Dan could only hope that, of the five unidentified doors, one of them would be a bathroom.

As Dan walked, the loud sound of the music from the party continued to rock the house. There was screaming and shouts of laughter, the occasional broken moan that Dan didn’t want to identify, and so much chatter Dan almost felt like he was going to go deaf. People littered the hallway he walked through like cockroaches, slumped over each other or making out, some sat on the floor, and others flatout sleeping.

Dan tried the first door he came upon only to find it locked, knocked just to see if it might be a bathroom, and grimaced at the loud “Fuck off!” followed by a squeak of what Dan guessed might have been a sound of pleasure. Praying that that wasn’t the bathroom, Dan continued down the hallway, and turned to the right to try another door.

This one was partially propped open, and what Dan found inside was the last thing he’d been expecting, and yet everything he’d known would come in the end.

The lights were dimmed when Dan peered in, a bedside lamp with a thick orange shade the only source of light in the entire room. There were three men stood at the foot of a bed - stood being put loosely. One was sat on the floor with his mouth on the dick of another man, whose trousers were pooled at his feet, and the other was sat on the edge of the bed stroking his own dick while he watched.

What shouldn’t have surprised Dan, and yet surprised him the most, however, was the sight of a familiar figure being the fourth person in bed, adorably rumpled, and propped up by a thousand pillows, watching the whole scene unfold with wide eyes.

Phil, the very person Dan had been avoiding all along, sat in a room where an apparent orgy was going on.

The sound that came out of Dan’s mouth was a complete accident. He hadn’t intended to give away his presence at all, and yet he couldn’t seem to help the pained grunt that escaped him. He felt like he’d been punched in the gut. Everything he’d thought was true about Phil was true, and not it was glaring Dan in the face.

The flirting, the sexy pic, the drunken desire to fuck Dan, that had been the first straw, but still, Dan had hoped.

Now, he was crushed.

Instantly, as if having been waiting for a distraction, Phil’s gaze snapped up to meet Dan’s, and Dan watched as horror dawned on his expression. His mouth opened until he was practically gaping, and he reached out with unsteady fingers for Dan, who was suddenly grateful he was so far away.

“Dan,” Dan thought he saw Phil say, but he didn’t wait around for an explanation. He merely shook his head, turned on his heel, and fled.

His eyes burned, but Dan refused to let the tears drop as he took off for the front door of the Alumni house, and started the long trek home, bladder be damned.

--

(22:07) its not what it looked like!

(22:15) i swear dan i wasnt involved in that!

(22:45) please talk to me, i just want to explain what happened!

(23:32) dan? Please, dan, please…

*

(7:21) hi dan

(7:43) i feel like i really fucked up and i dont even really know what happened

(7:51) i swear im not like that. Im not a fuck boy, im really not. no matter what you believe

(8:01) please just… can i have one more chance?

*

(16:03) hey. i hope your okay

(16:04) chris said you arent answering your phone

(16:04) and that you havent been to class

(16:05) i really messed up didnt i?

(16:06) please just talk to me

*

*1 missed video call*

*

The clock glared at Dan, red letters unblinking as they ticked his life away. His hands felt numb under his pillow, eyes sore and tired from restlessness, and he was stiff all over. When was the last time he’d moved? Dan could hardly remember, except he could, because he’d been staring at his alarm clock for a good six hours now. Before that, he’d stared at his phone, eyes practically unblinking as he watched Phil frantically text him, over and over and over again.

He didn’t know what to believe, or what to think. All he knew was that he hadn’t really stopped crying since last night. He hadn’t wanted to cry, but he had, and it wasn’t until the first tear had dropped that Dan realized just how hopeful he’d really been.

Some part of him, no matter how Dan had tried, had begun to believe that Phil really had been telling the truth the whole time. Some part of him really had believed that Phil wasn’t a fuck boy, and that maybe, just maybe, Dan could have something with him after all.

But then he’d walked into Phil at that party, and now, Dan didn’t know what to believe.

His heart ached to give Phil that one more chance, to hear him out, but he didn’t know if that was really a good idea. What he’d seen… it had seemed pretty clear to him. Where could he have gone wrong? In what way could his impression be altered? Dan didn’t think it was possible, and so he’d laid in his bed since near midnight last night and just… stared.

He’d been so tempted, when Phil had video called him, to pick up. He’d been so tempted, more than once, to send an angry text, breaking up with a boy he’d never really been dating in the first place. He’d been tempted to throw himself into Phil’s arms and forgive him for everything if only he could just prove that what Dan had seen had been false.

But it was hard.

Dan didn’t know what to think anymore.

So in the end, he’d just laid in bed and left it there. It was easier not doing anything than trying to think of the right thing to do, after all.

Maybe it wasn’t the smartest thing, but it was the easiest, and right now, Dan just felt so numb that going the easy route just appealed to him so much more.

Dan’s phone beeped again, and for the first time in a while, Dan closed his eyes.

He knew it would be Phil with another pleading text, one that would shake at Dan’s nerves and break down his defenses the same way Phil had done in the last few weeks alone. He knew he shouldn’t read it, and yet he craved some kind of explanation, craved for Phil to just tell him what was going on.

He just wanted Phil to make things alright again.

And then, quite suddenly, Dan’s phone beeped again and again and again, so many times Dan lost count, and he found himself rolling over to grab at his phone in a panic, unsure what in the world might be going on.

(1:18) Dan: I understand why you don’t want to see me right now, and even why you aren’t responding to my texts. Or, at least, I think I understand. I just want you to know that I was never lying when I said that I liked you, and I wasn’t lying when I said that I wasn’t a fuck boy. I thought we were finally getting somewhere when I… well. I’ll explain in a minute. But I thought I should start at the beginning.

(1:36) When Chris brought you to our frat party earlier this semester, I was… well, incredibly attracted to you would be putting it lightly. I was completely enamoured. I wanted nothing more than a chance with you, but I thought, surely someone as attractive as this boy would never want anything more than a fling with nerdy old me, so I came on to you. I thought flirting was your game, and if I could just have you for even one night, that was better than nothing. But I was wrong, and you weren’t game for that, so you rejected me.

(1:36) The next time I saw you, you were making out with some guy and I thought maybe I’d just not been forward enough, that maybe you’d wanted me to chase you, so I got a little jealous and I spilled my drink all over him. I really didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or to accuse you of being easy or something when I… took his place. I just… wanted a chance with you, and I didn’t know how else to get it when, within an hour or two of meeting you, you’d hooked up with someone else.

(1:36) The night I pushed you into the pool was an accident. I’d just been meaning to apologize for the way I’d treated you, but I was tipsy and I got too close and you fell. I am still really sorry about that, by the way, but I also don’t really regret it because it got me your number from Chris and then we were talking. It was more than I’d ever anticipated getting.

(1:37) The last two months have been the best of my life. I know that sounds cheesy and stupid and you probably won’t believe me but I don’t care. They have been. I’ve gotten to know you, and tease you, and watch your favorite shows. We’ve had phone calls and skype calls and played stupid games with each other over the line and I just. I really like you, Dan. Even more than I did back when I first met you.

(1:37) Last night...last night was a mistake, but not the kind you think it was. I had gotten drunk, upset because you’d stopped texting me as much since I’d gotten drunk and flirted a little too blatantly with you, and I didn’t feel very well, so I went and found an empty room to nap in. The party we were at, that’s my brother Martyn’s house, and he was hosting, so I knew where all the guest rooms were. By the time I woke up, those three guys had wondered in, blasted out of their minds, and having a threesome or whatever, and that’s when I saw you.

(1:37) I swear, Dan, I wasn’t in on that. I’m not that kind of guy. Sure, I sleep around sometimes, but I would never, ever do that to you. I would never sleep around when I was with you, not even now, when I’m trying to be with you. You mean too much for me for that. I’d rather have you than anyone at all, even if having you just meant being your friend.

(1:37) So I’m sorry. I’m sorry I ruined everything and that I made you feel uncomfortable, or like I was a fuck boy, or whatever. But I just needed you to know the truth from me. I uh. I think I’m in love with you, Dan Howell, and if you’ll still have me, even just as a friend… well, just let me know.

The words blurred on the screen. Dan could feel his heart racing in his chest, the sound loud enough it beat at his eardrums, and he was shaking, as if a sudden chill had come over him. Dan curled further in on himself, and squeezed his eyes shut as he took in the last of the words.

His phone slipped from his hand and fell with a loud thud to the floor, but Dan didn’t care. He was too busy clinging to what he’d seen last night, clinging to the last three months in total, and trying to match Phil’s words up to Dan’s perceptions.

It all just felt so fucking surreal, so unreal. Dan didn’t know what to believe, but he wanted, ached, to believe every word that Phil had said. He wanted to cling to the hope he’d been feeling build within him since he’d first let his guard down and allowed Phil to text him, and he wanted to believe that maybe he and Phil really did have a chance after all.

But it was hard, and Dan found himself shaking far into the night, pillow stained with more unsure tears, as his heart squeezed so tight in his chest that Dan imagined this was what heartbreak felt like.

--

“Hello?”

“Finally, fuck. Where have you been, Dan!?”

“At home.”

“Yeah, I got that dumbass. I meant why. Phil’s been harrassing me for the last few days wondering what’s going on with you, and I’ve got to be honest mate, it’s starting to really get annoying.”

Dan didn’t really know how to respond to that. When he’d finally picked up the phone for Chris, the last thing Dan had been expecting was for his best friend to bring up Phil, of all people. Dan might have been offended if Chris hadn’t sounded so relieved and worried over the phone, but he did, and Dan knew that he’d truly worried him.

Rather than answering, Dan merely sighed and closed his eyes all over again. Phil, the messy conundrum that had kept Dan cooped up in bed for the last three days.

He hadn’t texted again since his long confession, but for once, Dan was glad. He’d needed time to process what he’d been told, and now, he needed time to decide if he believed Phil.

“Did that asshole do something to you?” Chris eventually asked when Dan didn’t say anything, “Cause you know I’ll kick his ass if he did. I don’t care if we’re fraternity brothers, you and I, we’re real brothers.”

That was enough to shock a laugh out of Dan, who reached up in surprise when his lips pulled up in the first smile he’d felt in days. He shook his head as he remembered just why he loved Chris as much as he did, and listened as Chris continued on with long, drawn out threats of what he would do to Phil for hurting Dan the second that he got the chance.

Dan didn’t interrupt, because if he was being honest, right now he needed to hear it.

“... and feed them to the neighbors cat. I swear, Dan, I’ll do it if you ask me too! I won’t even hesitate! I’ll wear gloves and everything, they’ll never even know it was me!”

“It’s fine, Chris,” Dan finally interrupted, still laughing with a now-content smile on his cheeks. He could feel color returning to them, and reveled in feeling something other than sad for the first time in days.

“Are you sure?” Chris asked immediately, still sounding fired up and ready to go.

“I’m sure,” Dan promised, and shook his head. Just the knowledge of what Chris would do for him warmed Dan, and suddenly made it easier for him to do what he’d been planning since he’d decided to pick up the phone when Chris called. Carefully, Dan cleared his throat, and allowed himself to fall back onto his bed. “I actually wanted to ask you something, if that’s okay.”

“Anything,” was Chris’ immediate response.

Dan shouldn’t have been surprised, and yet part of him still was. He reached up to card his fingers through curly hair, and sighed into the phone. He could feel his heart starting to race in anticipation just at the thought of how Chris might respond, but Dan was ready.

He’d given himself three days for this, and now, now he just needed one more thing.

“Dan?” Chris asked, when Dan didn’t speak again for too long.

Deciding it was nor or never, Dan just let the question loose.

“Has Phil had anyone over, like, over, over, in the last few months?”

The line went dead silent for the first time since Dan had picked up the phone. He could feel his heart desperate to race right out of his chest, but Dan did his best to wait patiently for a reply, and to not hang up or take it back before Chris could tell him what he needed to hear.

He just needed to know. If even one person could just corroborate what Phil had claimed, even just that one tiny detail, Dan would feel safe enough to give him another chance.

And god, did Dan want to give him one more chance.

“Is that what this is about?” Chris finally responded, voice quiet, soft. “Are you interested in him?”

“Just answer the question,” Dan replied, trying and failing to keep his heart from leaping out of his throat. He choked on the words, and recognized that he’d inadvertently answered Chris’ question just with that.

On the other side of the line, Chris laughed, and suddenly, all of the tension that had lined Dan’s body seemed to drain away.

“No, Dan. Phil hasn’t seen anyone since he met you. Not even at parties.”

--

Dan’s hands were shaking. He couldn’t seem to keep them still. His entire body felt like it was shaking, if he was being honest, but he wasn’t going to admit to that that easily. It wasn’t as if anyone else could tell anyway. Other than his hands. But there was really nothing Dan could do about that.

Dan’s hands were shaking, and he was stood out back of Phil’s frat house, and his phone was in his hands. There was no one else around, but Chris had assured Dan that Phil would be home.

Dan had a plan. Sort of. But he couldn’t stop shaking. He’d never done this before, not really, and he was nervous, okay? He might be a flirt and quite good at catching people’s interests normally, but this was Phil, and everything about Phil had been different.

So why should anything change now?

Dan’s hands were shaking, and he really needed to just suck it up already before somebody else came along and everything fell apart.

So he took the leap.

(3:06) ur still a fuck boy

(3:07) dan! thank god you messaged me

(3:07) are you okay?

(3:08) im so sorry. did you get my message from a couple days ago? i just want us to be okay

(3:08) yea, i did

(3:08) and ur still a fuck boy

(3:09) im sorry

(3:09) thank you for texting me back

(3:10) but i understand if you never want to hear from me again

(3:11) who said anything abt that?

(3:11) ????

(3:11) come outside

This was it. Dan’s heart was racing inside of his chest, and his entire body was shaking. He shut off the screen on his phone, and slipped it easily into his pocket. For the first time in a long while, Dan actually felt hopeful, and when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching the door Dan stood at, he even felt safe.

The door opened, and Phil stood, wide-eyed, in the entryway. Dan thought he could even see Phil’s hands shaking just like his were. His expression was disbelieving, and Dan couldn’t even blame him for being guarded, unsure.

Carefully, Dan arranged his expression into a smirk.

“Dan?” Phil finally asked, his voice breathless. It sent a surge of affection through Dan to know that he could do that to Phil, that he’d been the one to make Phil willing to wait, to stick it out, to do anything just to get Dan.

Dan didn’t want Phil to have to wait anymore.

“Hi Phil. Are you going to invite me inside?” he asked, cocky as ever. He didn’t miss the way that his voice trembled, and with the way that Phil’s eyes widened even more, Dan didn’t think Phil missed it either.

“I - does this mean - can I -?” Phil stuttered, quite obviously completely stunned. Dan couldn’t help it - he laughed, and as Phil continued to sputter at him, Dan moved forward, and fit himself straight into Phil’s arms.

After so long of holding back, Dan felt like he’d come home.

[paigerambles]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAYLEIGH!! (PT. 7) --- THE FINALE ft. TMY @lists-andrandomshit

“God, you’re no fun when you’re tense!” ( Marlene & Rita )

“If that’s your way of offering to give me a hot-stone massage, you don’t have to be so coy about it. I’m all yours, Marlypants.”

“You’re crude and unprofessional.” 

“I don’t care, it was riveting.”

“Oy with the poodles already.” ( Bernie & Robin )

“Oy with YOUR poodles already.”

“Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.”

“Aye, maybe if we were actually in a car but the chances of me falling off the back of this broomstick are high so hear me complain. I am your music, ye bass!”

“I think I’m adorable” ( Bernie & Rita )

"Mhm, you and the rest of the year it would seem.”

“I wish I couldn’t feel a damn thing.”

“Yeah... Me too.”

“I’m sorry I haven’t hung up the “Hang in there” kitty poster yet, Amos.” ( Bernie & Amos )

"I suppose there really is no way I can convince you to genuinely participate in my pity party, is there? Fine, fine, save the sarcasm. I’m hanging in. But starting next week, we’re doubling practice and no amount of pouting or cute little smiles will change my friend. Probably.”

“Please accept this sandwich as a gesture of solidarity.”

“Thank you. I love you.” 

“I found a liquor store, and I drank it.” ( Nate & Rita )

"Yeah, I can see that. You do remember that you have things to do, right? Lectures to give? I'm all for rolling into class late, hungover and in recycled eyeliner but I look hot doing that. You just... Okay, you still look totally, unbelievably hot but that is so not the point. Obviously something is going on with you Nate so quit being so me about it and just spit it out. Or, at the very least, don't throw up on the couch."

“I’m not going to die in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot.”

"Oh my god, you're not going to die, you big idiot! Stupid."

“And you’re… well, I’m sure you have a wonderful personality, dear.” ( Leone & Danny )

"Wow. You really are an arsehole... Excuse me, I need to go wallop my best friend over the head for being fucking batshit enough to put himself anywhere near...all of this."

“Daniel, we’ve talked about this. Personal space?”

"Personal space? You do remember what we were doing, together, not ten minutes ago? I'm down for giving you a refresher but like, it just happened. You remember."

“Hey, assbutt!” ( Luke & Dirk )

“Mate.”

“Well boohoo, I’m sorry your feelings are hurt, Princess.”

“You ate my fucking guitar, you absolute wanker. Joelene. JOELENE. Right, you know what? Me and you. Right now. Square the fuck up, Cresswell.”

“We’re all going to hell. Might as well enjoy the ride.” ( Robin & Dirk )

“Mm... Yeah, no. Nope. We still have to tell Krys what’s been going on.”

“I’m the oldest which means I’m always right.”

"Wit? That's the literal worst excuse I've ever heard in all my puff! I demand a recount! There's no way you managed to beat me six and a half times at this game, man. This is injustice in action! I'm calling my union rep and there's nothing you can do about it. Know your rights."

“Hey, switch seats.”

"Could you just like, go over there and talk to her? Please? You're going to break your neck staring even I do switch seats with you."

“You don’t have to be ruled by fate. You can choose freedom. And I still believe that’s something worth fighting for.” ( Molly & Mary )

"You know how effective it is to tell a patriotic Scot that they can choose freedom... But, Moll, you have your kids to think about. They need their mum more than this war needs more canon fodder, more death to report on the front page in a long list of death. I- You know I'd want to help. You know that but they're not winning. Can't you see that? The world is falling apart and soon all we're going to have left are our lives. You saw what- what Mulciber did to me in school, surrounded by staff, by- by the most powerful witches and wizards and he just got away with it and that was all for just being born. Being muggelborn. A mudblood. So no, just no. Don't fight, live. Choose to live, Moll, please."

“I swear the next person who ask’s me if i’m okay, I’m going to start throwing punches.”

"Not if I start throwing them for you first even if there is a certain beauty to the thought of a pregnant women throwing fists. Trust me, I get my hands on Lockhart and there won't be anything left for you."

“You are so fucked!” ( Molly & Gilderoy )

"Why did you have to have so many brothers!?"

“Seriously? Fuck you.”

"Ah, well, if you'll recall it does turn out that we, technically, did...not do that so. It would be a fresh experience, at least."

“I don’t trust people.” ( Emmeline & Robin  )

"Yeah, me too. I mean, well, I trust Dirk. And Bernie. Oh, and Krys! My dad like, obviously and mu--- I mean, yeah me too. You just... All your points are special."

“And in the middle of it, as grateful as you are, the reality starts creeping toward you like the tide, and it’s the first time you have the thought… ‘what do I do now?’”

"That is so deep. You're so pretty."

“The day started with bagels, but that abruptly changed.” ( Emmeline & Ciara )

"You don't have to talk about every single run-in with me like it literally ruined your whole life, Vance. You already stole my fiancé, you won--- you don't have to pile on any more of your crap, okay? Okay. I hope you and your kid are doing just super with Death Eater daddy in tow."

“Did you commit a felony and write a book about it?”

"You really don't think a lot of me, do you?"

“If you look down, that’s where you go.” ( Gideon & Gilderoy )

"Is- Are you... Please, refrain from hitting my face, I beg of you."

“I’m hiding in the bathroom.” ( Kahlan & Logan ) 

"Right, aye. I can see that... Well, I can see your feet at least and you've another thing coming if you think I'm squeezing into that cubicle with you so could you just come out. Please. If you need me to scowl in someone's direction until they cry, it's fine. I'll do it but it smells weird in here and the last time I crashed a bathroom I walked in on a mermaid having a bath."

“Did anything good come of this? Not really. But I’ve learned something encouraging: I’m very hard to kill.”

"Kahlan..."

“I just…. I – I need you to believe me, okay?”

"Of course I believe you. You could be talking the awfyest shite and I'd still believe you. Okay? I'm here."

“Don’t be afraid of it. Don’t play defense.” ( Everleigh & Logan ) 

"Listen woman, it doesn't matter how many times you tell me not to be afraid of it, you keep your tail over there while you're in a mood. There's no telling how it'll act out at me."

“That’s a question that’ll haunt me for all my days…”

"You just can't ever make it easy, can you?"

“Catch me. Come on, catch me!”

"I'm not an Olympic athlete, Everleigh. Some of us actually have to put a bit of effort into swimming, we can't just go flapping our fins and away we go. Just- Give me a minute."

“You don’t have bargaining power here.” ( Jamie & Patrick ) 

"Jamie, please. Sit yourself down before you trip on your big boy trousers."

“I like destroying lives.” ( Kyra & Avery )

"Okay."

“Ah. You lied just then.” ( Travers & Ciara ) 

"You would know, wouldn't you, Travers?"

“Where are they? Why are you in this alone? Where are your friends?“ ( Veronica & Dolohov ) 

"I don't have any friends, Veronica. Not anymore and you very well know that. Things... Things are progressing too fast, falling apart at every turn and it's only a matter of time before half of us end up dead and the other locked up in Azkaban. You knew this was coming, Veronica. My fate was sealed from the moment I was born and we were doomed from the day we locked eyes. This is goodbye."

“There’s no law that says you can’t just hit him in the head.”

"Veronica, please. I would hardly waste the energy."

“I realize what I did was wrong.”

"Oh my, I may need to sit myself down. Did Veronica Alona Wilder just admit that she was wrong? Say it ain't so."

“And that’s your fault? That’s not your fault!” ( Veronica & Lucinda ) 

"I don't know, Roni! I- He's my father! Mine. And he's out there doing- doing god knows what... Killing people. Our classmates, kids... He sleeps in my home, he- he's my daddy and now it's like I don't even know him. Or anything! How can I not feel like this is my fault? How could I not have noticed? I- I just---"

“Is this self-imposed punishment? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

"Ron, don't! You know exactly what I did and with that a-hole... I will literally never live down making out with a 6.5 on a miracle day! I don't even want to look at myself right now."

“Any time you want to run away from home, you can come live with me.” 

"I love you, Veronica."

“How’s this for hubris?” ( Delilah & Heather ) 

"Delilah! Will you just--- Stop it. Stop! Enough of all this- this crap! We need to sit down and have a real damn conversation about what's going on before we can't anymore. You need to start taking this seriously. I am trying to help you. I am trying to save your life, don't you get that? Don't you have any regard for your life? For me? I am your sister."

“Even by teenage girl standards, I would appear to be irrationally angry at nothing in particular.”

"I'm not going to comment."

“Did it take a lot of soul searching to get you there?” ( Sam & Dean )

"Can you quit busting my balls, please? I already said I was sorry for being an ass. You want me to beg? Grovel? Do a little dance? 'Cause... Yeah, I'm not gonna dance but I am sorry."

“If what happened last time were to happen this time…”

"Sam, relax. Nothing's gonna go wrong. I've got your back and you've got mine- that's all we need."

“Dean, sit the fuck down.”

"You... Sit the fuck down."

“You’re playing without the weapons you need to win.” ( McGonagall & Danny ) 

"Is... What does that mean? I mean, I'm into it but... What does it mean?"

“Listen, it’s not a big deal, but from what I saw out there, I think you’re having a small breakdown.” ( Paige & Dolohov )

"I believe you may have just earned yourself 'wife points' for such an observation."

“Do you know how many witches were burned in Salem? None. They didn’t burn witches, it’s a myth.”

"... Yes, well. Thank you for that riveting fact but we really do not have to fill every second of silence together."

“You think what I need right now is a therapist?”

"You are married to me, are you not?"

“Old man, do you really not recognize sarcasm?” ( Yvonne & Danny )

"Hey! I am only like... One... Two--- Not that older than you, young lady!"

“You’ve gotta do it. Not doing it is insanity, you must be able to see that.”

"Alright, alright! You're overwhelming me with your love and support here, Yvonne. Back up about a hundred feet before you do something wild like leap into my arms and kiss the crap out of me. Wink."

“I’m saying it can’t fucking happen again.”

"It won't! It- Look, it was a one time thing. Leone isn't even--- Please don't tell Nate."

“You’re gonna have to pretend I didn’t tell you.” ( Darlene & Danny )

“Whoa, hold up. You- I thought you only spoke French!?”

“New information has come to light, now I see that that was stupid.” ( Brutus & Avery )

"You're always stupid."

“You were wrong, but it doesn’t matter.”

"Dude. I'm not wrong, you just don't want to recognise just how right I am. Cut the mudblood loose, you're embarrassing the team. I only tell you this because I love you and it'd suck if I had to kill you."

“You know what makes me feel okay about losing? Winning.”

"Do you ever stop for like, a minute? Have a nap or something. Damn. You're so fucking dramatic."

“When was the last time you slept?” ( Brutus & Mary )

"None of your goddamn business."

“I’d always figured sophistication would be easy to learn if I ever needed it.”

"You're a monster. You disgust me."

“Ask around about me.”

"I know everything I need to know about you and if you know what's good for you, you'll get lost."

“I promise you, it couldn’t matter less.” ( Alecto & Amycus )

"You think that about everything, sis."

“You look like the cat that ate the canary and then told the canary’s parents about it.”

"What? I'm not allowed to look pleased? You're always so suspicious. Relax Alecto, I'm only having my fun. Perhaps you should do the same."

“Well, I’m gonna blow them up, I am literally gonna use explosives, and scatter the remains in the sea.”

"You're so fucking creepy."

(x) (x)

[gguksgalaxy]

Mix-Up pt. 1

Masterpost <- Prologue | Part 2 ->

Short: After joining the sorority on your new university you accidentally get roomed with a notorious frat boy called Jongdae. Pairing: Jongdae x Reader Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut Words: 4468 Notes for Update: 25 Warnings: ppl being mean, frat boys being frat boys, really nothing.  A/n: The first part of my new series, i'm excited and had fun writing this actually. It's based on a dream i had once. Thank you to @sechens for inspiring me to write this series.

Your pov

You wrapped your hair up in a towel on top of your head, drying off your skin and rubbing some cream onto your face. The tiny bathroom was fogged up from your warm shower, but you felt properly refreshed now. After that bullshit of a hazing you needed it. You had to be at class in 3 hours, so you had enough time to rest and read a bit before going.

When you exited the shower you bumped into something, staggering back and holding onto your towel for dear life.

“Excuse me?” an unfamiliar, male, voice sounded.

You looked up, finding a boy, or man, how old was he? His hair was pitch black, eyes a dark brown, lips seemingly curled up in a smile. “Uhm, how did you get in here?”

His brows furrowed underneath his messy fringe. “I have a key, this is my room.”

You snorted. “Sure, now please get out and let me get dressed.” You though you must’ve left the door unlocked, so you pushed him aside to get into the room. “Hello, did you not hear me?” you motioned at him to leave.

He didn’t seem so amused though, and reached into his backpack to pull out a paper and hand it to you. Kim Jongdae, room 3 - 85 - N. That was your room, you were staying here. N building, 3rd floor, room 85. What the hell. “See, now there has to be some misunderstanding along to your room. But I’m tired as fuck and determined to catch at least 2 hours of sleep before I have to be in class.” He moved past you, dragging his duffle bag over the floor and flopping down onto the bed you hadn’t chosen as your own.

You snatched your clothes of your bed and grumpily went into the bathroom to get dressed. What the hell was this guy thinking? Just barging in here like he owned the place. What the fuck. His note wasn’t lying though, but yours said the same with your name. Maybe it was an administration mistake, it had to be right? You’d never get roomed with a guy, it wasn’t even allowed for as far as you knew.

When you were dressed and brushed your hair, you went back out and found your note on between your books. He was fast asleep though, one arm hanging off the bed. His lips still curled at the ends, maybe it was natural. It looked like he hadn’t showered in a few days, some kind of mess on his neck that could’ve been lipstick or food. He was wearing a dark grey sweater that was way too big on him, and light blue torn skinny jeans, maybe a bit to warm for this time of year? It was early September, and he was wearing a sweater.

It didn’t seem like he was going to wake up soon, so you decided to just let him sleep while you did your mandatory reading for today’s class. Taking small notes. It started with simple history of Psychology, a recap of what you’d learned in your bachelor.

You’d come to this university for two simple reasons. The first being that it had one of the best Psychology masters in the country, and second being that your mother had attended here when she was your age.

Your focus was broken by the sound of a phone ringing, but it wasn’t yours. Must be his then? Maybe you should go get this sorted now? But right now just going to class and doing what you had to do was more important. You weren’t going to let some guy take you out of your schedule. His phone rang again, and you sighed deeply. Then a third time, which was when you were done with it.

You got off your chair and looked over. It didn’t seem like the sound would wake him anytime soon. So you tried to find the source of it. Hoping it wasn’t somewhere on him. Maybe his bag?

It was on the floor beside the bed, stuffed full of things he’d probably need when he moved in here. You unzipped the top, the sound becoming louder. So it was somewhere in this mess. Nothing was folded, everything just thrown in there messily. The first thing you pulled out was a laptop, a MacBook Air to be precise, and books identical to the ones you had to get. He was in the same classes as you?

The next obvious thing was a leather jacket, a white one, with something on the back. You turned it over. Sigma-Mu. Of course he was one of those dicks. You’d heard of their fraternity, basically the brothers of your sorority Xi-Chi-Phi, they’re renowned for being empty minded fuck-ups though. Smart, but not using their brain for the right thing. Rough parties and lots of wild nights out with girls like you. Ha, not that you’d ever fall for one of them. You especially knew better than to date a frat guy.

“You’re really cute and all, but would you mind not touching my things?” his voice was a bit hoarse and rough from the short sleep he’d had. He looked at you with sleepy and puffy eyes, brushing his hair away.

“Your phone was ringing, it’s annoying.” You stated blankly.

He sighed and flopped onto the floor beside the bed. Rummaging through his bag to find his phone that was now ringing for the fourth time. “Here it is.” He didn’t even bother to look at it before turning it on silent. “Now can you let me sleep?”

You raised your eyebrows at him, sort of offended. “Excuse me? I wasn’t making any sort of obvious noise. It was your phone that kept me from studying.”

Jongdae, that was his name right, smirked lightly. “Most girls wouldn’t be so casual around me.”

Of course. “Your frat sign or status means zilch to me, now let me study.”

He shrugged, climbing back onto the bed. “Not saying that I was offering, I don’t do studious types like you.”

What a dick. But you weren’t going to indulge him, so you rolled your eyes and went back to your book. You felt his eyes on you, staring at you from the bed. With your jaw clenched you forced yourself to focus.

“You wouldn’t last a week with me in here.” He stated then.

You chose to ignore his cocky voice and lingering eyes and moved onto the last pages. Reid, Berkeley, Locke, Darwin, it was almost Philosophy, but you knew that they blended a bit back in the far history. Natural selection, and bananas that when you don’t see them aren’t yellow but certainly bent. Boring stuff, but easy.

When you closed your book, he was fast asleep again, tiny snores escaping his parted lips. He was attractive, for sure, moles dotting his forehead and hairline, ears jutting out cutely. But his mouth told you something else. Frat at heart.

Maybe you should just go, grab a coffee and something to eat before class. So you got up from your chair, put your laptop in your bag and took a thin coat from the hanger. For a moment you considered waking him up to let him know class was starting soon. Maybe you should try keeping him as a friend instead of an enemy.

You wouldn’t last a week with me in here. But you decided against it, and left through the front door.

***

The class started on time, and you didn’t see any of the girls you’d gotten along with from the hazing in here. You did see some older sisters sitting further up the back of the lecture hall but you preferred to sit in the front third of the class. Not completely up front, but far enough up front to concentrate.

Your lecturer, a male in his mid 30’s, was in the middle of his explanation on the banana thing from Reid when someone took place next to you.

“You know sweetheart, you could’ve just woken me up before you left. I’d have appreciated it a lot.” He sounded, and you just wanted to backhand him right there.

You gnawed at your lip, not reacting to his stupid comment, but taking a look out of the corner of your eyes to see what he was doing. He opened a container with grapes, and his laptop. Popping two in his mouth and typing away, looking up at the projector screen.

The whole 2nd half of class he was silent, paying attention and munching on grapes. It surprised you maybe, that he just quietly concentrated and listened to the lecturer. He was a fast typer, and his little container was empty quickly. Your coffee was finished too soon and you wished you’d gotten a refill halfway through the class.

When the class ended and you fully looked at him beside you, you noticed he’d taken the time to freshen himself up. There were still slight bags under his eyes, but his hair was pushed back now underneath his baseball cap. He was wearing a white shirt with a dark blue plaid shirt unbuttoned over it, still in his ripped jeans. Jongdae sneezed into his hand, and looked at you. “See something you like?”

You rolled you eyes. “Just surprised you can keep up the concentration for that long.” When you’d gathered you things in you chair you stood up, but he made no sign of moving. “We have to go, we have biological psychology in 10 minutes.”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “Are you always this snappy?”

“I around guys like you.” You grumbled, turning around to get out on the other side of the isle.  But he stopped you. “What?!” You didn’t really expect the hurt look on his face right there.

“Let’s walk to class together yeah?”

“Why would I walk with you?”

Jongdae avoided your gaze, packing his things. “I’ll buy you coffee, come on.”

The offer was tempting, and maybe you should say no, but you followed him. Up the stairs and down the hall towards your next class. “You’re so typical.”

“What?” he asked when you were in line for the coffee corner. “How am I typical.”

“Frat guy, comes in late, half asleep. Tries to flirt with a girl being cocky, realises it’s not working and tries to bribe her.”

He was silent for a little, and you tries to decipher what the print on his shirt was actually saying, but it was something with palm trees. You couldn’t complain about his clothes, he looked well in them. His backpack was slung over one shoulder and he had his wallet in his hands. There was a ring on his pointer finger, silver with some pattern on it. He apparently chose to ignore your comment. “What do you want?”

“You’re not going to expect something in return?”

“Hmm.” He smiled lightly. “Maybe notes of the things I’ve missed this morning?”

“That’s not going to be a regular thing.”

He sneezed again, and you noticed then that he might just be sick. “Yeah sure. I normally try to not miss class you know.”

“I like Latte’s with an extra shot.” You answered him, stepping out of the line to open up your bag and finding something in the little toiletry bag you kept. When he returned you handed it to him. “Here.”

Jongdae looked at the little tube in your hand like it was something weird. “I buy you coffee you give me pills?”

“It’s flu medicine.” You took your coffee from him and put the little tube in his palm. Not before nothing that his hands were warm and the skin was soft. “Just put it in your mouth and let it dissolve under your tongue. I have more at home.”

For a moment he stared at it, but then unscrewed the top and threw the contents back like taking a shot. “God it tastes disgusting.”

His face made you laugh, and you took your coffee, going in front of him to class. “Thank you.” He smiled at your gratitude, his smile was nice, the corners of his mouth going up further. “What?”

“You’re cute.”

“Don’t try that on me, it doesn’t work.”

“No really.” He chuckled. “I’m not going to try sleep with my roommate, I’m not that stupid.”

“But you are stupid?”

“From time to time.”

***

Jongdae’s pov

“Okay so what’s up with you?” Baekhyun asked him, sitting in his room. “You’re moping around a bit.”

“Flu.” He mumbled, rubbing his nose. His eyes were tired and his mind wasn’t following him. He really just wanted to go to sleep, but you were there and he hadn’t decided on what to do about it yet. On one hand he thought it might be good to room with someone who actually had their shit together and wouldn’t bring home random girls every other night. He’d moved out of the frat house for a reason.

“Jongdae?” Baekhyun flicked his forehead. “Dude?”

“Okay so, you know how I moved out this year right. To the normal dorms?”

“Yeah.” His friend took another slice of pizza from the box. “I’m rooming with Chanyeol now, but I don’t know if that’s such a great thing.”

Jongdae had roomed with Baekhyun for the past 3 years, they’d grown quite close. But he was just done with the whole shit of being at the frat house all week. “Yeah well. I got to my dorm this morning and there was a girl.”

“A girl?” The other’s eyes lit up at the comment. “They sent you a welcome gift?”

He rolled his eyes. “No.”

“Wait, your roommate was fucking someone that early? I mean morning sex I’m all for it but, not when I’m expecting my new roommate?”

“Baekhyun.” He sighed, pinching his nose. A headache was setting in and he wanted to sleep. “No, my roommate, it’s a girl.”

He laughed. “Funny.”

Jongdae shook his head. “No really, it’s a girl. She had moved in already and all that.”

Baekhyun frowned, looking at the last slice of pizza in the box. Jongdae motioned for him to take it, his stomach was done with the greasy shit. “Okay so you’re roomed with a girl, that’s great. Try and get into the good corner with her.” Baekhyun was a ladies man, he liked to play around. Not the way Chanyeol usually did, Baekhyun just had a lot of…friends on call. “Is she attractive?”

Jongdae has looked at you, the way your hair framed your face and the way your top hugged you body. “I guess.” He didn’t want Baekhyun to get too excited about this. He’d probably just call administrations tomorrow to fix it.

“You guess?”

“I mean, yeah.”

Baekhyun squinted his eyes at him. “What’s her name?”

Jongdae thought about that, and realised he hadn’t even asked your name. How could he have been that stupid? He really was out of it. “Not sure.”

“You’re telling me, you’re roomed with this hot chick, and you didn’t even ask her name? Man what happened to you over summer?” His friend sighed, tomato sauce on his cheek.

“I’m not feeling well okay.”

“What did she look like?”

He closed his eyes, laying back on his bed, describing how you looked. It wasn’t like he hadn’t paid attention to the way you walked, or brushed your hair out of your face. But Baekhyun wouldn’t let that go easily. He did mention the tattoo with the Chinese characters he saw peeking up from the back of your shirt.

“Wait, you said she had a tattoo on the back of her neck? Chinese characters?”

“Yeah, why?”

Baekhyun was smirking, a look Jongdae knew well. “Oh, I know that girl. You’re in for something man.”

“What? How so?” he knew he shouldn’t push Baekhyun on with things like this, but he was too tired to try talk around it.

“Her name is y/n, she’s two years younger than we are, spicy chick. Taking the same classes as you, very nice legs and chest. I think she works out regularly.” He hummed, standing up and moving into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

Jongdae groaned when he sat up. “You know this how exactly?”

“She’s in Xi-Chi-Phi, I saw her in the hazing, you know, me and Yeol were involved in their hazing. Like Seulna and Noni were helping you guys out.”

“Wait, you’re telling me, I’m rooming with a Xi-Chick? Why…”

Baekhyun was laughing again. “You got it good man, keep her I’d say. I think she’d a nice one.”

“Uhmm, I’d rather keep my ass out of the rumours.” Thing was, each time a Sigma-Mate and a Xi-Chick hooked up it somehow got out and the rumours could last for weeks. Especially if it was more than a simple hook-up. It’s almost like becoming a celebrity couple in the school. Baekhyun was lucky his girls kept silent, Chanyeol tended to be a little less lucky in that department. But Jongdae thought you’d also not want all that attention. You’d just had to find a way to fix it without anyone finding out. “I think I’m going to go home.” He mumbled, getting up and finding his hat from the floor. Pushing his hair back, he set it into place and put his face mask back on. The flu sucked.

“We’ll see how long you last man. Do I see you on friday? At the entrance of the year party?”

“Yeah sure,”

“Jongdae man, really, you used to be so excited for these. We need you there to hype the place up.” His friend whined.

“I’ll come if you keep your mouth shut to Chanyeol about my roommate.” He shot back, smiling lightly. Chanyeol really couldn’t keep his trap shut when it came to stuff like this.

Baekhyun thought about it for a bit. “I mean it’ll only be time before someone sees you together right?”

“Just don’t tell him please.” He begged, whining a little.

“Fine fine. But you owe me Kim!”

“Yah!” jongdae called out from the door. “I’m coming to the party, that’s enough.”

Baekhyun threw something at him, and he wasn’t able to dodge it before it hit his face. He immediately threw it away with a disgusted face as soon as soon as he noticed it was one of his dirty socks. “We’ll talk about this!”

Jongdae waved him off casually before closing the door behind him.

***

When he got back to the dorm, he found you at one of the desks, bent over a book with a steaming mug of tea or coffee next to you. Arrays of coloured highlighters in a glass and a notebook open beside the book. Your hair was up messily on the top of your head, and you’d changed out of your soft striped pants and light tank top. The shirt you were now wearing was a light grey and seemed a few sizes too big. “If you’re going to stand and stare at me from there, please do close the door.”

He snapped out of it. “Sorry.” Jongdae noticed a pan with leftover food on the stove.  “You cooked?”

“Noodles.”

“Oh.” He noticed a sharp edge in your voice, but decided to shrug it off. “I’m going to take a shower okay.” Jongdae walked to his bed, coughing away the slime in his throat. There was a small packet on there, with some kind of medicine.

“It’s the rest of those pills from this morning, you should take them twice a day.” You said when he picked them up. “I emailed you the notes via the uni email.”

He nodded, mumbling a thank you before taking clothes from his bad and walking over to the bathroom. All you stuff, makeup, toothbrush, hair products, were neatly stacked and placed throughout the room. You seemed a lot more organised than he was. His body was aching, and he just wanted to sleep. The warm water soother it a bit, and he took another tube of the stuff you gave him before he brushed his teeth and put on a pair of boxers and a shirt.

For a moment he wondered if he should put on sweats, but he’d left them in his bag. Well you’d probably not even look up at him, so he just went. Not that he was shy really.

“So what are we going to do about this situation?” you asked, closing your book and turning around just as he exited. To his surprise you didn’t even give him a once over. Definitely nothing you hadn’t seen before.

He sighed. “Can we talk about it tomorrow? My head is hurting and I just want to sleep.” Jongdae flopped down on his bed, still unmade and all. “Please?”

You cocked your head to the side. “You really are sick aren’t you? When you came back before I thought you might’ve had a hangover.”

Jongdae licked his dry lips. “Well I did drink yesterday night, but not that much. I probably caught it during the hazing. With all the water and cold nights.”

You sighed, and he watched you stand up to move into the kitchen. “I’m y/n by the way. I realised I never gave you my name.”

He almost said he knew, but decided against it.

“Go to sleep, we’ll talk in the morning.” You said, shooting him a soft smile from the other side of the room. He smiled back and crept under the covers, curling up on his side and willing sleep to take him in.

***

Your pov

The next morning you woke up before him, taking out a minute to look at him sleep in his unmade bed. He looked small, curled up like that. Why were you going soft on him? He was just coming up with the flu, once he’s back to normal he’ll change again.

You quietly tried to take a shower and did your makeup, packing food for the day and the sitting down at the desk to do some reading. But a groan caught your attention.

“Morning.” He said, voice hoarse and deep.

You actually chuckled at the sound. “Hi.”

“So…”

“So what?” you turned towards him, watching his rub his eyes. His hair was falling over his forehead again, messily reaching till just above his eyes.

He moved his mouth and scrunched up his nose. “Are we calling administration this morning?”

“I could also pass by today after class, maybe that’ll be easier?”

He groaned, stretching his body on the small bed, chest bowing up. “I do meant what I said yesterday though.”

You frowned. “That you’re stupid.”

Jongdae sent you an unamused glare. “No, that you wouldn’t last a week with me in here.”

“What do you even mean by that? Have you roomed with a girl before?”

He got up, mussing his hair around and pushing it away from his eyes. “No, but I’ve been around plenty.” His shrug was casual, it annoyed you. “As I said, studios types like you, not my thing. However, I do tend to catch your eye after a while.”

“Jongdae what the fuck are you trying to even tell me?”

“Just saying, if we’d keep this it’ll be time before you develop feelings for me or something. Or we end up in bed together.”

He seemed different from yesterday after class. What even was his deal. Was he trying to scare you away, or trying to keep you here as a challenge. The former was completely unnecessary and the latter totally useless. “Your point is?”

“Nothing, jut noting.”

“Jesus christ you are all the same stuck up kind of pricks aren’t you.” You grumbled, turning your back to him and going for your earphones. If he was going to be like this you might as well cancel him out. Definitely going by the desk today, or you should make him go? “If you’d be so kind to walk to administration? Or call, I don’t care. I don’t have any obvious need to be around people like you.”

He hummed, that you heard before you turned your music on. Behind you he got up, pulled things out of his bag, and shuffled into the shower with a loud cough. All the same, frat boys. You scoffed and shook your head.

Today you had the same lecture as yesterday morning, and the first philosophy lecture. Your favourite. You were doing readings on Berkeley’s full philosophy, much more deeper than yesterday. His theory didn’t always make much sense to you since it was contradictory on it’s own, but you’d learnt to just memorise the stupid thing.

You felt a hand on the back of your chair and a warm breath fan by your ear. “So, what are you studying?” he asked, his wet hair dripping onto your shoulder.

You pulled away, pushing him back. “Philosophy, you should try it, maybe it’ll clear your mind up.”

He looked pretty shocked at the tone of your voice, eyes widening. With his hair wet, and a towel over his head he might’ve actually passed as cute. His black shirt was tight around his biceps, and you duly noted he probably worked out. “Philosophy is good, I don’t mind it. A bit too much blabbering for my liking.” He stated.

“So, you’re going to call?” you asked, pointing at his phone.

He nodded with a look you couldn’t point. “Yeah, do you have the number?”

It had to be somewhere on your desk, you found it under your file, handing it to him and watching him as he dialled the number. He put the phone to his ear and cocked his eyebrows at you with a smirk. You rolled your eyes and got up, towards the kitchen area to grab some grapes from the fridge. They were sweet, you’d always kept some around in your bag as well as snacks.

“Hi, Kim Jongdae.” He said, frowning. “I’m calling because of my room. Or well, my roommate. I think a mistake was made because I’ve been roomed with a girl. We’d like to fix it somehow and get switched or placed somewhere else.” His frown grew deeper the more he talked. You couldn’t hear the person on the other end though. “Are you sure?” he mumbled, and then his eyes grew wide. “That’s not what I’m trying to do! Can’t you check?” his voice raised, the pitch became higher, he sounded a lot different like that. Whining on the phone. “Fine, okay. Yeah, thanks.” He hung up, putting the phone down beside him.

“So?” you asked.

“They’ve made no mistakes, we’re roomed with the right person.”

Well wasn’t that nice.

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[chipsandwaffles]

Nu Kappa Tau - Milkshake

You get drunk and cry over your love for Doyoung, Doyoung tries to save his own ass after an argument, and you want five milkshakes. Your relationship in a nutshell, really.

I wasn’t going to post this because it’s technically an “end credits” scene i suppose for a different fic, but, an anon wanted some doyoung because they were stressed and this is something i could post so. i hope it makes you feel a little better lil anonnie <3

Other Dad, 1:27 A.M Doyoung your girlfriend is at it again  

Doyoung <3, 1:27 A.M ???? 

Doyoung <3, 1:27 A.M Is she okay?? 

Child, 1:27 A.M She’s currently crying on the sofa at the psi epsilon house because dk asked if you and her broke up  

John John, 1:27 A.M She downed like six shots and two cups of SOMETHING before this so 

Doyoung <3, 1:28 A.M …how drunk is she ask her about her dog back home and if she cries about it I’ll come get her  

Child, 1:28 A.M Why don’t you pick her up before she starts crying about that  

Other Dad, 1:28 A.M Stop being stubborn and just come get your girlfriend  

Doyoung <3, 1:29 A.M she’ll cry if she sees me why would I do that  

John John, 1:29 A.M You need to apologize at SOME point don’t you??  

Doyoung <3, 1:30 A.M Just ask her about the dog and if she cries I’ll come get her  

Child, 1:31 A.M Asked and she is straight up balling  

Other Dad, 1:31 A.M She said she wanted to raise a dog with you oh my god thats so sweet  

John John, 1:31 A.M She’s talking about how she wants to pick all the stars from the sky and give you each one oh my god this is so sweet  

John John, 1:32 A.M I think yuta is tearing up just listening to her  

Doyoung <3, 1:32 A.M  ...im on my way  

- 

It’s late. You’re pretty sure it had to be almost 3 am if the groups of people walking down the street were anything to go by.  

You’re not sure when you ended up in a car, nor when you had even left the party at Psi Epsilon. The last thing you remembered was Johnny passing you a shot and then DK asking if you and Doyoung broke up. You’re pretty sure you had cried, but, that could’ve been any girl. (Who were you kidding you know it was you). 

You’re not even sure who the driver was, because you’ve yet to look at anything else besides out the open window. The breeze felt far too good for you to move away, plus it was sobering you up which is exactly what you needed. The driver knew what you liked.  

Whoever the driver even was. The person had access to your car though, because you’re not sure anyone else had a broken mirror with a rubber band wrapped around the part that connected the mirror to the car. And who had that piece of glass missing from the broken part of the mirror. No one but you.  

Which it meant it was either Doyoung or Ten, and since Ten had been at the party getting drunk with you, that meant it was Doyoung.  

You guessed that was why there was a hand on the back of your neck, Doyoung’s thumb busy tracing circles against your skin. That gesture was always something he did when you drove together, whether he was in the driver’s seat or you were. It calmed him down mostly, having a hand on you, and you never minded.  

Until now, because you and Doyoung were kind of fighting and him having his hands on you meant that he had apologized and you had forgiven him, which you absolutely did not. If he had apologized when you inevitably fell asleep an hour ago or something, then he was going to be hit. He always tried saying important things when you were too out of it to really know what he was talking about.  

You give up your life of looking out the window and enjoying the cool breeze, turning your head to look at Doyoung. His hand immediately falls away from your neck and finds a place on the steering wheel, not welcome near you until he had been forgiven.  

“Hey, sleepyhead. You hungry?” Doyoung asks. You don’t like that tone of his, sweet and asking for silent forgiveness. He wasn't getting that from you.  

“Why? You planning on buying for me? Oh! Is this supposed to be a date?” Doyoung must know you’re mocking him because he sighs and doesn’t reply to your remark.  

You stare at him as he drives, silence settling between you. You’re not as drunk as you were before, you’re sure, the nap you had fell into helping you out a little bit. Instead of being overly emotional you were just feeling kind of bitter, but you’re pretty sure if Doyoung did anything or you talked about your fight you'd probably start crying, so you couldn’t count emotional you out of this yet. 

Two streets down from the one you’re on (which you figure out is not the frat block, which makes you think Doyoung has just been driving around until you woke up, which means he totally owed you gas money that fucker) is Food Street, so lovingly named because of all the restaurants and convenience stores that lined it. It wasn't actually called Food Street, but no one really bothered to remember the name when Food Street was so nice to hear.

Doyoung passes all the closed shops, and like the beacon at the end of the road, pulls into the 24 hour diner (and not the McDonald’s, thank fuck). He parks the car and shuts it off, unbuckling himself and you. You both open your doors at the same time, making you mumble under your breath about being in sync even when you were fighting.  

Doyoung, even to your protests, helps you make your way into the restaurant. A gentlemen as always, really.  

He helps you sit down and even orders your drink for you when the waitress comes over, and you grumble but sip quietly at your soda anyways. 

“What do you want? Burger? Just fries?” Doyoung asks. You glance at the menu, immediately seeing the milkshake adorning the front of it. A smile spreads across your face and you look up at Doyoung.  

“I want five milkshakes.” His eyes narrow at you.  

“I’m not buying you five milkshakes.”  

“Then I’ll buy myself five milkshakes.”  

“I’m not gonna let you buy yourself five milkshakes.” 

You cross your arms and sit back, pouting. “Why not?”  

“You’re going to get halfway through your first milkshake and then feel sick. I’m not going to waste my money because half-drunk you wants to be bitter towards me.”  

“Half-drunk me is bitter towards you for a reason, you know.”  

Doyoung looks away from you and back down towards his menu.  

“I know.”  

Joy, your waitress and the only girl in Sigma Mu Epsilon willing to still talk to you after you got kicked out comes over to ask if you're ready to order. Instead of ordering five milkshakes and wasting Doyoung's money (as much as you want to) you just order a plate of fries that you can munch on. Doyoung orders an actual meal, because Doyoung's appetite could match Jaehyun's, even at three in the morning. 

"...my parents asked if they could meet you the other day," Doyoung suddenly says. You glance up from your drink and frown at him. 

"Are you seriously talking about your parents right now?" You ask. Doyoung opens his mouth to talk again, but, he must realize that his topic of choice was kind of stupid to talk about right now because he closes it a moment later and goes to sip at his own drink.  

This was stupid. This entire situation was stupid. You wanted to go back home and just curl up in your bed and sleep. You didn't want to be here with Doyoung, especially if he wasn't going to apologize or talk about shit with you.  

You sit back in the booth again and stare at your now empty drink, debating whether or not you could walk home as you were. You were still somewhat drunk, maybe even at this point just buzzed, so it would be possible.  

If not, you'd just end up at one of the frat houses. It wouldn't be such a big deal.  

"I don't know what you want me to do," Doyoung speaks up. His words break you out of your thoughts and you look up at him once more. "You always encourage me to go for things. So why is it any different now?"  

You roll your eyes at your boyfriend. Of course he didn't understand. "Overworking yourself so bad that you pass out the second you walk into my place isn't the same thing as encouraging you to do things, Doyoung.  

"I never said be president of three different clubs plus the president of the frat plus have a part-time job plus study for what, eight classes? You don't need a part-time job when your school is paid for by scholarships. You don't need to be part of clubs when you hate each of them but one. You don't need to take eight classes just because you feel like taking three extra classes- you're gonna kill yourself from fucking exhaustion, Doyoung!" 

"You can't die from exhaustion, Y/N- 

"Are you seriously backtalking me right now?" Doyoung shuts up again, and, just like you, sits back in his seat with his arms crossed. You sigh looking at him. 

You know he's not purposefully trying to overwork himself. You know he's just trying to keep himself preoccupied because it was Doyoung and if he was bored, he needed to find a way to stop his boredom. 

That didn't mean he had to work himself to death though. He was only president for two of three clubs because people asked him to be, and he took the extra classes because he thought they'd be interesting, and the whole part-time job thing he never told you why he took it, but you know he probably didn't need that either. He wasn't short on money by any means, so you're not sure what he was doing.  

It was too much, even for him.  

"Doyoung, when you came over that day you scared the living shit out of me because you just… Fell over and didn’t get up for so long. And then right after you got sick- I just don't want you overworking yourself like that. Everyone at the frat is worried about you. And I'm worried about you. Just... think about quitting some shit. Please." 

Doyoung is silent across from you, refusing to look at you. At least it was better than him yelling back at you or you stomping out of the frat house.  

The silence continues even when Joy brings over your food, and when she picks up your empty plates. It continues on for the car ride back to the frat, your walk up the stairs to Doyoung's room, and as you sit next to each other on the couch in his room.  

Your head is resting on his shoulder, and his hands are playing with your fingers, gently and of course, in silence.  

Silence was never really a thing between you two unless Doyoung was thinking really hard about something, so usually you just left him to it. And, when you were fighting you usually didn't let him touch you, but at this point, you were tired and he was a good pillow. Who were you to complain? 

"You still like me, right?" Doyoung mumbles out randomly when you're practically on the verge of sleep. You move your hand to entwine with his, smiling.  

"Of course I still like you. I love you, loser. Just... don't love you overworking yourself."  

Once more, silence settles between you. You're drifting off to sleep again, the warmth from Doyoung and the comfort of his hand in yours and the quietness of his room makes it so easy, especially when you haven't been hanging around each other for a couple days. Being with Doyoung after a while always managed to comfort and relax you.  

And, when you're nearly in dreamland, you hear him speak again. You're too far gone to reply, but, you swear it sounded a lot like an apology. 

Typical Doyoung, always apologizing when you were practically asleep.

-

Other Dad, 1:27 A.M Doyoung she’s At it again  

Doyoung <3, 1:27 A.M What now?? 

Other Dad, 1:27 A.M Drunk and talking about you  

John John, 1:27 A.M She’s being so cute though  

Child, 1:28 A.M She sAID SHE WANTS TO MOVE IN WITH YOU WHEN SCHOOL IS OVER bye I’m not crying again  

Other Dad, 1:28 A.M Come get her she's asking for you 

Doyoung <3,  1:28 A.M …on my way 

-

You wake up to someone humming in your ear, their hand stroking up and down your arm to probably soothe you to sleep. You don’t remember getting there, but you’re not sure you minded much, because whoever was holding you was very comfy and warm.  

You’re guessing it was Doyoung anyways, considering you probably wouldn’t let anyone hold you so intimately in a car. Was this your car? It was probably your car.  

The more you wake up, the more you start thinking about the situation, kind of curious as to why Doyoung had your car. Last you knew it was sitting parked out front of the Psi Epsilon house, and your keys were somewhere with Wonwoo who was far more responsible than drunk you. But at some point Doyoung got your keys, got you into your car, and drove you someplace. You wondered when all this happened.

Maybe you fell asleep on him back at the house.

So many questions, so little answers, truly.

“Are you awake?” Doyoung asks. You nod your head and end up shifting your body so you could look at him.  “Just making sure. I asked you two times before that but you were just mumbling in your sleep.” 

“What was I mumbling about?”

“…It was embarrassing. Do you really want to hear?” Doyoung asks. You shake your head. You could live without knowing what sleepy you might have said.  “Okay.”

“When did you get my car anyways?” You ask. “When did you even come to the frat party? I thought you were studying.”

Doyoung shrugs. “Studying can wait. I came up to pick up my drunk girlfriend and spend the rest of the night with her.”

You try to hide your smile, but it’s really hard. Doyoung making time for you, especially when he was still so busy (not as busy as before, thankfully), makes you happier than anything else ever could.

“You’re a dork,” you mumble, burying your face back into the crook of his neck. Doyoung chuckles, mumbling something about how he’s your dork. He’s right, but it doesn’t make it any less cheesy.

You two fall into a comfortable silence, Doyoung continuing to hum under his breath while you listen. These kinds of things were your favorite things with Doyoung. Things like this made up for all the times you had been stressing over whether he was going to kill himself over school, and your own problems, and everything in between.

Because in this moment, it was just you and Doyoung, with no worries in the world and only each other to focus on.

It was what made you happy.

“Hey.” You hum out a sleepy, quiet reply for Doyoung to let you know you were listening. He laughs a little, and then speaks.

“You wanna go get a milkshake?”

“…Are you going to buy me five?” You ask.

Doyoung pauses, and then sighs. “…two.”

“Three and I’ll throw in five kisses.”

“Two, and make it twenty kisses.”

“…deal.”