#another set i meant to make after i finished watching it lmfao

[hiemaldesirae]

Thorn here:

Oh...ohhh!! Vox arrives in hell but instead of legs he just has a Shark's tail! He has a TV head and a Shark's tail and Alastor is instantly smitten.

He gathers this new sinner up, protectively taking him to his house/radio tower and setting up aquarium and putting Vox in it, eyes warm.

Vox isn't amused. Why is this weird stag demon nuzzling him and calling him his muse? Vox is no one's anything!

Alastor adores how his muse attempts to shock him! (He has to buy shock resistant glass and he learns Vox does much better in salt water then fresh-(he brutally killed the Imps at the pet store that told him sharks would do fine in fresh water. His poor mate's gills were messed up for days!)) He is a bit irritated on how His beloved muse prefers only fish (fish sinners, but what his precious mate doesn't know won't hurt him)) but he can get past it.

HAS NO ONE TAUGHT ALASTOR NOT TO PICK UP RANDOM ANIMALS HE SEES ON THE STREET ????????? oh my god . this little FREAK i cannot believe he sees a pretty fish on the street and immediately takes him home. i really want to pry his head open and study him

i might snatch this concept to make mermay oneshots if ur okay w that btw. and im STILL working on the killer au i prommy i just have. wayyy too many wips and work to do irl lmfao. but for now. Snippet of writing because i love you /p(arasocial and platonic) (that first part is a joke. legally)

"You still haven't told me why you decided to keep me," Vox frowns as he hangs over the edge of the tank, watching Alastor steadily as he prepares a cut of sinner meat for the shark demon.

"Frankly, my dear, it was a burst of sudden inspiration on my part," Alastor hums. "It isn't every day you see someone as unique-looking as you, after all!"

"Is this about the TV head?" Vox frowns deeper.

"Well, not exactly--"

"It's about the TV head, isn't it?" Vox ducks underneath the water of his tank when Alastor doesn't reply, taking the others silence as an affirmative answer.

The deer demon sighs as his companion's body slowly becomes too ensconced in the murky depths of the tank for him to properly monitor, focusing his efforts back on making sure the fish sinner's corpse was prepared properly for Vox to ingest easily. Keeping a pet was much harder than Rosie had made it out to be- but in fairness, it was a burden he had decided to take upon himself.

After all, the day that Vox had appeared in Hell, it had been *his* arms that the sinner had fallen into- a stroke of luck, truly, as he had been vicariously gesturing to Rosie the motions he'd made for a recent and more theatrical hunt and been in *just* the right position to catch the poor dear- which was clearly a sign that Vox was meant to be his. And now, with the fascinating darling having been swimming around in the expansive tank of his living room for more than six months now, Alastor could confidently say that he had never made a choice more correct in his life.

Well, maybe not. Killing his father in cold blood had also been a pretty correct choice- maybe he should amend that to *afterlife*? Yes, that would work.

Alastor hums as he finishes the plating of the fish sinner, turning around to the tank with the finished meal in hand. He knocks on the glass wall- not expecting an answer, he goes to place the tray down next to the little window next to the bubble of air, only to be met with a much more- *human* looking face than expected.

Two glowing eyes, one the striking blue of larimar and another the rich brown of axinite, meet Alastor's own. Glowing marks stripe along the remarkably human face, as the shark sinner in front of him grins nervously. "I got rid of the TV. Will you let me go now?"

Alastor blinks.

Once, then twice. In the silence, he can see the nervous hopefulness on the demon's face flicker slightly as he breathes slowly, carefully setting the tray of food aside as he traces the outline of the other's face in the glass.

"Let you go, my dear? ...Oh, dear. I think I've been quite misconstrued. You aren't going anywhere, my lovely siren."

[the-lark-ascending69]

I didnt love S3 but Steve peaked there. Robin became the final puzzle piece he needed to complete his development - thanks to the actors because the duffers clearly didn't know what to do with him. Steve spent the last three seasons chasing after a girl who would never be his soulmate, and when he accepted that, he tried to find someone else to love instead. He tried flirting with any girl whose attention he could hold for over 60 seconds, except for Robin - setting her apart already, though for the wrong reasons initially. She was originally meant to be Nancy's replacement as Steve's arm candy, it seems, but making her a lesbian at the last moment is really what saves S3 for me, not only because she's my baby, my favorite character and I adore her with my whole heart, but also because... the improvised straightbait turned out to work incredibly well at the time to cement the conclusion of Steve's arc - he was a piece of shit and lost Nancy to someone who was better for her (say what you want about Jonathan, but that's clearly the idea the writers had with him, regardless of the effectiveness of the execution). Steve couldn't get Nancy back, and really, he shouldn't be focusing on romance at all because that's just not what he needs to grow as a person. The people who truly challenge him, push him to be better and motivate him to grow are his platonic bonds - Dustin and Robin. He couldn't "fix" everything with Nancy (meaning that he couldn't go back to before everything changed, as if he hadn't messed up). Nancy may appreciate the change but she won't go back to him. Steve doesn't need to change for love - he needs to change for himself, in order to be a better person, period. And Nancy has no reason to stay and watch him grow, she has her own matters to attend to, and she doesn't have enough space in her life for Steve. So Steve finds new people, somewhere else, away from Nancy, and he grows thanks to them.

Robin being not only just his friend but also being completely and eternally unavailable to him works perfectly here. The audience believed, alongside Steve (and the Duffers lmfao) that what Steve needed was romantic love, but Robin proves him wrong. He gets over his ex-girlfriend and finds a sister instead.

And then Season 4 ruins that, for no reason and to no one's benefit. Steve regresses. The growth is undone, for the purpose of keeping Nancy in that eternal love triangle loop that seemed to have been solved two seasons ago. It's sad and disappointing and I'm hoping they don't revisit that in S5.

What I would've done instead would've been to let Steve finish his arc in S3. S4 Steve has a flat arc now. He learned all he had to learn. He's fine. Now, he's here to teach others what he's learned, and I think it would be very interesting if the person who learned from him the most turned out to be Nancy. Steve basically just discovered the power of friendship, and deep emotional connections and trust and how closeness to others makes you stronger. Gives you a purpose. He learned to love and care for others and now that's his strength. Have him tell her about how much he cares about Robin and Dustin. Show him bonding more with Lucas and Max. Contrast him with Nancy, who is isolated, who just lost another friend after leaving him alone, and is desperately trying to protect Max from Vecna. Maybe she's hesitant to become friends with Robin, or to rely on her and Steve to share the burden, or trust the kids to take care of themselves on some capacity. Nancy has become more and more isolated as Steve grows closee to other people.

Then Steve sacrifices himself in S5 to save either Robin or Dustin or both of them idk I think that would be the best conclusion to his arc. Passing on the torch to one of them. Maybe Robin becomes the new babysitter and protector. Maybe Dustin becomes the new hot boy at Hawkins High idk but I think an ending of this sort would fit. He doesn't even need to actually die, if he somehow survives it still works, just having a sacrifice scene (not played for laughs) would be a perfect way to conclude his growth and move on to inspire others to grow like others have done for him.

[jean-kayak]

|9:38 PM|~Matsukawa I.

Warnings: fingering, spanking, unprotected sex, stop light safeword system

a/n: this came from thinking about mattsun and rings LMFAO, enjoy, and this is longer than a timestamp should be, but I didn't know what to call it 🤷🏽‍♀️

You had been watching his hands all day ever since he got those stupid rings. Your eyes can't help but stare at his thick fingers adorned with the silver circles, saying he wanted to "try something," whatever the hell that meant, but you didn't expect to be so drawn to them.

You spent the entire day just fantasizing about having his hands around your neck, in your cunt, the thoughts were endless, having you squeezing your thighs together at every scenario. Right now is no different. He's playing some game that you don't even bother remembering, and you're sitting on his lap, always telling you that he likes the weight of you on him, and your eyes are only trained on his fingers dancing across the controller.

You squeeze your legs again as the thoughts flood your mind, and he groans when he's killed before he brings a hand to rub over your back and down to your ass. "Something on your mind, pretty girl?" he asks, and you can see that smirk on his face without even looking at him.

"If you guys are about to fuck, please mute yourself," you can hear Makki say through the headset, and Mattsun chuckles softly before doing what he asks, much to your relief, and he slides the headphones off, setting them on his desk.

"Hm?" he prompts softly, and you bite your lip when he rubs your thigh, the cold metal making you shiver slightly.

Now, you're nervous to admit it, and you move to put your head under his chin. "I like the rings," you say softly, your words a little muffled, but you know he understands you when you feel his throat vibrate with a chuckle.

"Oh, that's what it is," he starts, his hand running further up your thigh, close to the hem of your skirt. "You been thinking about my rings?" 

You nod, your legs opening to give him more room, and you gasp when his hand travels under the material, his finger lightly teasing your folds, and he smirks when he sees that you're not wearing anything underneath. "If you wanted to live out those fantasies, you should've said something sooner."

Your arms tighten around his shoulders when he circles a finger at your hole and he scoffs. "You've been thinking about this all day, haven't you? That's why you're so wet?"

"Yes," you whimper softly, and he shifts you so that you're straddling his lap, his hands running over your ass, under your skirt, feeling himself getting hard when your slick starts to dampen his sweats.

"My pretty baby likes my rings, huh?" he teases as he lifts your skirt up until your ass is exposed, and your nod is cut off when you feel a sting on your ass, the noise echoing in the quiet room. You feel a wave of wetness flow out of you, coating his sweats as you moan softly.

"You like that?" he asks, not waiting for an answer as he does it again, the rings added another level--type of pain, but it also feels so good, and you whimper as your arms wrap around his neck.

He gives a hard smack to the other one, making you put your face in his neck. "Such a dirty girl," he whispers before making the same cheek again, and you feel tears starting to brim your eyes from the overwhelming, combined feeling of the pain and the pleasure.

"You want me to keep going?" he asks, and he nudges your head up to when you nod, making you look at him as he smacks your ass again, his dick straining even more in his sweats at your reaction. "I gotta hear you say it," he says softly, and the contrast of the softness of his voice to what his hands are doing to you makes your head dizzy with lust.

"Please keep going, Daddy," you breathe, and he gives you a crooked smile, planting a soft kiss on your nose.

"What's the color?"

"Green," you answer quickly, your head falling back down, and you don't know how many slaps he gives you, just feeling your ass burning, already feeling small welts from the rings forming on your ass, and you can't ignore how your cunt seems to be aching painfully at being neglected.

You squirm as he rubs over the battered flesh of your backside, and he nudges your head up again, seeing your face stained with tears. "What's up now, baby?" he asks, and you play with the curly strands at the base of his neck as you sniffle.

"Want you to touch me, Daddy," you beg softly, and he keeps one hand softly massaging your ass as he moves the other towards your pulsing core, and you instantly grind against his fingers.

"Such a needy girl," he murmurs, feeling lightheaded due to having so much blood rushing down to his dick, and it's getting harder to ignore it when he feels it jump at how soaked you are.

Your head falls back when he slides two fingers in, no resistances whatsoever, and immediately curls them inside of you, your orgasm already on the brink of being released. He thrusts his fingers in and out of you quickly, and the metal wrapped around them feels different, but oh so good as you start to bounce on his fingers when he slides a third one in.

He has to hold himself back from cumming in his pants as your movements rub against him. You don't even warn him that you're cumming, that knot snapping, hitting you out of nowhere, moaning loudly as you fuck yourself through your high, slowing down as you catch your breath.

"Feel better?" You give him a hazy smile as he removes his fingers from you, and you watch as he brings the digits up to his mouth, sliding his index finger into his mouth. He moans softly as his eyes close, cleaning off any trace of your juices before sliding it back out.

"You taste so good," he groans as he moves his other fingers to your mouth, which opens instantly. You lick up every bit of you, the taste exploding on your tongue, making sure to get under and around the rings.

He pulls them out, strings of saliva connecting his shiny fingers to your mouth. He wraps his hand around your neck, pulling your face closer to his. "You want Daddy's dick, pretty girl?" he asks, his voice dark, making you even wetter and you nod quickly.

You quickly lift up, pulling his sweats down just enough for his length to spring out, hitting his clothed abdomen, and your mouth waters at the sight beet red tip glistening with pre-cum. You take no more time to lift up and sink down on him, the stretch from his fingers doing nothing to prepare you for the feeling of his dick splitting you open.

"Take your time, baby, that's it," he praises, rubbing soft circles on your hip. He's already kissing your cervix when you bottom out, your mouth dropping open at how full you feel.

You take a few deep breaths, and they're cut off when he grips your neck tighter. "Fuck yourself on my dick, pretty girl," he orders, and you brace yourself on his shoulders as you lift yourself up and slamming back down, having trouble stopping the loud moan that falls from your mouth.

White hot pleasure flashes through your body every time you bounce back down, your body still sensitive from your orgasm, knowing you're not going to last much longer, but Issei isn't either, your tight walls pulsing around him bringing him faster to his climax.

"M gonna cum," you whine, your nails digging into his shoulders as you feel that wave starting to crash over you.

You gasp when he starts thrusting up into you, his brows scrunched in concentration before he looks up at you. "Let go, baby, cream all over my dick," he sighs, and he barely finishes his sentence before that wave crashes down, your back arching as you scream his name, and he's not too far behind, cumming after you with a couple more thrusts, swearing as he paints your walls.

Your head falls onto his neck as his hands come back to rub over your still heated ass, both of you breathless as he kisses your temple. "I'm glad you like the rings, baby."

Tags: @iwascrybaby​, @her-majesty-kiara​, @mxhriii​

[gojology]

Intoxicated. (18+)

The Request: 

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 | I’m so sorry anon, usually I finish the whole fic before adding the author’s note, and I’m now realizing that I read your request wrong. I think you meant to have Gojo and Reader as friends but uh... I kinda wrote this as the opposite? It’s more of a Popular Gojo x Loner Reader. I hope this still fits your tastes because otherwise I followed everything you asked for, you’re welcome to request more and I’ll write them PERFECTLY I swear. Also can ya’ll tell I’m bad at choosing titles LMFAO 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 | College Student! Dom! Gojo x Drunk! Sub! (as per usual..) Reader 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 | 3808 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | Suggestions of Rape (Nothing Happens Though, Also I’m Not Sure If That’s The Correct Choice of Wording...), Fluff, Oral (Male Receiving), Somewhat Public, Hair Pulling,  𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 | After attending a party due to some persistent begging from a friend, hopeful for Gojo Satoru, your long-time crush to come, you turn back empty-handed. That’s what you thought, though. Eventually he comes around and helps you in more ways then one.

           The thumping of bass was all you could hear.      Loud drunken cheering, chatter amidst the scene. Poorly discarded red solo cups littered the floor and the tables, and at the corner of your eye you could see a heap of college students piled up on top of each other, snoring.     You impatiently tap your foot against the sticky floor, most likely due to the uncleaned spilt drinks. You weren’t exactly fond of college parties. Most of the time nothing occurred, and besides, you had your eyes set on a certain man, so you weren’t quite looking for a quick night. But you had come regardless, since your friend had begged and eventually convinced you to.     Scanning the crowd once more, hopeful, you curse under your breath as you come out of your search unsuccessful once more. Not even a glimpse of Gojo Satoru, someone that always attended crazy parties, and this party was high on the scale of crazy. This had to be the most depressingly boring party you’ve ever attended.     But if you weren’t here to shamelessly stalk Satoru, or socialize, you had to do a bit of drinking, or else what would be the point?    Walking towards the alcohol was the last thing you wanted to do. Hordes of intoxicated students were blatantly making out with each other, drinks left untouched and probably forgotten, not to mention just the overall anxiety you would get to be so caught up in the life of the party.     “Yooo... ‘S that you, (Y/N)?” you heard a familiar drunken voice even through the loud music, and you whip around, glad to have some form of escape from the awkwardness.    You were hesitant to approach your friend, you knew they were the friendly type, and that was only exemplified during drinking.    “Yup, that’s me!” you smile awkwardly, setting your empty cup down on the table.     “Agh. Fuck.” your friend groaned, stumbling onto you, sloppily catching themselves using your shoulders. “Sorry... Long night. Holy shit (Y/N), didn’t think you’d actually fucking come out and party. Nice to see you... Fuck-” brushing off a pair girls dancing wildly from their shoulder, your friend cleared their throat.    You try not to make a face, and instead direct your attention to the crowd on the opposite end of the room, hoping this was enough to tell your friend that you weren’t exactly looking for a conversation.    “...Fuck... What was I saying..? Oh yeahhhh, glad to see ya out here hermit. I’ll pour your drink~! How’s class going?”     Clumsily fumbling with your cup, you had subconsciously picked it back up, your fingers itching to fidget with it and pretend your friend wasn’t there at all. Turning to face your friend again, a grin playing at your lips, hoping you looked friendly. “No that’s fine! I’ll do it myself, I’m way less drunk then you are. Why don’t you go sit down?” You mentally facepalm. Of course they wouldn’t get your body language, they were literally drunk.     Your friend grinned boldly, “Hey, you said it, not me~ You can leave anytime though... Guy named Gojo Satoru coming soon... Makes all the parties go wild. Ladies love him. Probably not your style though, eh?”     You don’t reply, instead watching your friend nod at you, perhaps as a way of saying goodbye when they couldn’t do it normally. Taking sluggish strides to mix back in with the crowd of people, unintelligibly rambling about something you presumed was about Gojo Satoru. You wave at them as they blended into the blur of faces.    It takes a moment to register everything that was just said. Your heart pounding, you turn to face the variety of alcohol instead, finally settling on some cheap beer, since you had no idea what the rest was, yet you weren’t quite thinking about the quality of the alcohol you were drinking.    You were looking down at the selection of drinks, but your mind wasn’t thinking about that at all.     You had thought your luck really was shit, but that didn’t appear to be the case any longer.     Your brain was thinking quicker then your hands could catch up, spilling the canned liquid onto the table instead of your cup, but that wasn’t what you were thinking about right now.      Setting the can down without another thought, you take a long sip, enjoying the ice cold beverage, your mouth going numb with every swig. Usually you’d throw up at the slightest thought of the after taste of beer, but that didn’t matter. Right now, all that was in your world was your red solo cup, the cheep booze inside of it, and whenever the hell Gojo Satoru would arrive.      The likelihood of him noticing you was probably in the negatives, you were a wall flower, an average college student, but him? He probably had a part-time job as a super model, or perhaps a fitness trainer. Strong toned arms, always a smug smirk on his face, strikingly white hair, and those damned circular shades.      Shaking your head, you pour another can of beer into your cup, feeling yourself go numb and ignoring the thoughts going rampant in your head. The only thing to distance yourself from these thoughts were to drink yourself to sleep, seeing as everyone else was doing the same thing, or call an Uber.      Unfortunately, that probably had a lower probability of Gojo taking an interest in you. You were, of course, a broke college student living off of pre-packaged noodles and relatively cheap dishes. It would be more likely to crash at your friends place.      You weren’t quite the drinker, much less experienced with the booze. You felt your knees wobble, and a strong urge to throw up at the back of your throat. You shouldn’t have overdrank.      Leaving your cup on the table, you shrugged your way towards the exit, murmuring (or rather slurring) polite excuse me’s and sorry’s, Stumbling your way towards the door, you were just now realizing that people were even now still coming into the party. You desperately needed fresh air, the atmosphere in the party was too hectic, too crazy, too stuffy.      As soon as you stepped an inch away from the interior, you drew in a long much needed sigh, every breath coming out as a cloud of fog.      The night was quiet and still, and you finally felt like you could vomit your guts away in peace.      Walking over to the nearest trashcan you can find, you vomited as much as you could, feeling lighter as soon as it all left your system.      Turning back towards the house, you still found yourself stumbling and struggling to walk normally. Wiping your mouth with your sleeve, you refused to look this stupid returning back to the house, figuring you could take a few more breathers.       Taking another deep breath in, without even beginning to mention your surroundings, confidently taking long strides. You knocked into someone, headfirst into their chest.    Cursing under your breath, you squint your eyes, this person was incredibly tall, you noted. Remnants of expensive smelling cologne clouded your sense of smell.    “...Sorry.” you mumbled, still struggling to see who this was due to the darkness.      “Hey. No problem girly, you seem drunk, you okay?” yet another familiar voice, yet you hadn’t heard it quite as often as your friend.      “Huh...? Uh, yeah... I think.” giving him a dopey smile, you couldn’t remember who this guy was for some reason.      “Yo Gojo! Who’s this chick?”      Immediately swiveling your head towards the direction of the voice, it came to your attention that you had seen the guy on campus hanging out with Gojo quite often. Turning back up to the guy towering over you, beads of sweat formulated on your forehead, you gulp, the confidence you got while drinking evaporated into thin air. A toothy sly grin on his handsome facial features,  you don’t even know if your heart rate is dropping to the negatives or skyrocketing.      This was the actual real Gojo Satoru. The egotistical bastard.     Stifiling an eep, you try to respond, attempting to say you were in-fact not his affirmative, “chick”.      “Chill, Geto, just some drunk girl. Hey, you go ahead with the party, I think I’ll help her.” he said, waving at whoever Geto was.      “Gojo, again? You’ve done this shit like 4 times, you want pussy that bad... Yo!” he raised his arms up as soon as Gojo shot daggers at him. “Dude, come enjoy yourself when you can, okay? Was just a joke.” Geto mumbled, you heard a few goodbye’s and words of agreement, and then the atmosphere was still once again.       “You seem really drunk. I don’t think being alone is good.” his eyebrows knitted together. Placing a firm hand on your forehead. “which fucking sucks honestly. Here, let’s go back inside sweets. You’re heating up.”      Seemingly forgetting every language you’ve ever learned, you instead look back at him in awe.      He laughed, putting his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. “Here, I’ll help you walk. If worse comes to worse, I’ll fucking carry you, yeah? Nothing to be worried about, who doesn’t wanna flex that they were carried by Gojo fucking Satoru? They don’t call me the greatest for nothing~!” he sang.      “You’re real?” you breathed, immediately covering your mouth following suit. Wishing you had the confidence like this sober.      He raised an eyebrow, looking down at you, taking long strides that you couldn’t quite catch up with. “Yeah, I’m real, don’t walk into that you’re gonna faceplant into a car.”

    “I think I’ve seen you before in one of my classes, humanities maybe?” he added, turning you back into the party, you heard the loud thumping music once again.      It was in fact humanities, but you couldn’t quite tell him you always marveled at him every lecture, so instead you flutter your eyelashes. “...Uh yeah... I think I remember you too.”     Before he could say anything back, you hear the steadily increase of a deafening combination of party music and loud screams and chatter.      “Yo Gojo! Got a new girl? Thought you were dating some chick named Utahime?”      “Yo! Nah, just helpin’ this girl, and no I am not dating Utahime-”      “Is that fucking Gojo Satoru? Yo! Over here, shots? Geto’s here too!”      This guy was popular, obviously. These were also top-notch names within the small college’s community, yet here you were under his arm, and not one person knew your name. Everyone just referred to you as just a girl. This probably wasn’t new to Gojo then, so you weren’t special.     You felt your heart drop.      Once again, you were in your own world, and you never felt like a burden more then now.      “Hey, where are the rooms?”      You look up from furiously studying the floor, and you realize he’s talking to your friend, tapping at their shoulder.       “Huh? Oh my god... Gojo, I thought you didn’t make it~! Want a drink?” they lifted up their red solo cup to Gojo’s lips, an easygoing smile plastered onto their face.      “Nah. Where are the rooms?” Gojo asked with a slightly impatient tone, now rhythmically drumming his fingers against your shoulder with one hand, the other shoving the cup away from his face.       “Damn, my guy.” your friend wiped their lips before speaking, their arm slack. “You’re intent... Yeah down the hallway, left, there’s some spare condoms somewhere...”       “(Y/N)? I didn’t even realize... You’re gonna fuck my boy Satoru over here?” they slapped a hand on his shoulder.      “Wha? No of course not.. Uh... He’s...” everything came out as unintelligible babble, you felt your cheeks go warm.       “She’s probably not an experienced drinker, just looking out for her to be honest. No fucking, just want to make sure she’s safe for the time being. I’ll join you later, yeah?” Gojo chirped, reassuringly patting your friend’s shoulder back.     “Shit, say less Satoru. See ya~”  your friend waved before turning their back on the two of you, striking up a random conversation with the people who just so happened to be nearby.      As you both walked down the hallway in quiet, you look up at him, grateful for the not as noisy room.      “U-Uh.. Thank you..” you murmured, “I can speak though, you know..”      He chuckled, “As fucking if, I just have experience with drunk people, I can usually tell what they’re saying when others can’t. You sounded like a crackhead back there.” fidgeting with the bedroom’s doorknob, he finally unlocked it.      “You’re mean! How do I know you’re not gonna... You know!” you retorted, collapsing on the bed without another thought, relishing the plush mattress.       “Thanks babe, if it makes you feel any better I can pull any chick within a 500 mile radius. I don’t need to resort to such cowardly and criminal shit.” he yawned, grunting before placing his shades on the nightstand, laying down next to you. “I’ll even leave the door wide open if it makes you feel safe.”       Reassured, you relaxed your body, staring at the blank ceiling. Your body felt numb and you couldn’t quite think straight.      “How’d you know I was in humanities?” you slurred, still staring at the ceiling.      “I see you all the time, you sit near me and have some cute stationary.” putting both of his hands at the back of his head, his eyes turned to look at yours, his neck twisting as he did so.      Immediately, the first thought you think of even in your intoxicated state was how beautiful his eyes were. Like rare diamonds mined from the deepest caves, placed delicately into someone’s eyes by some divine being. A strikingly vivid bright blue. It was a little on the lighter shade, but so, so beautiful.      “Pretty..” you struggle to restrain yourself, but you can’t help it, instead staring at him, eye-to-eye.       “Yeah? Just like you, sweets. I thought we were talking about cute stationary?” you couldn’t quite tell if what he just said was a joke or not, but you really didn’t want to find out. You felt your heart burst.       “...Really?” you breathed, ignoring his previous statement, lifting your legs upwards to wrap your arm around them.       “You’re pretty. Why else do you think I’d notice you in lectures?” he paused, and even you can tell he seemed slightly nervous, a slight quiver to his lips. “honestly, whenever I’m bored I just kinda look at you. You’re cute, what can I say?” Gojo added.      Unable to respond, you instead looked up at him, you felt like a blood vessel was going to pop, or your heart, whichever one was first.      Scooching closer to you, he placed a hand on your neck, breathing heavily. “Hey, I’m not lying. You’re genuinely pretty, sugar, you know? Yeah we haven’t talked to each other often, but I’ve always thought you were cute and I’ve heard things about you.”     “You’re fucking with me, aren’t you?” that was all you could pathetically muster. “Is that the joke?”       “When a cute chick is on the line, I don’t lie.” he assured you, pursing his lips.      Seeing him so up close was nerve-wrecking, so perfect, he looked like was sculpted with marble. A part of you wished you weren’t drunk, so you wouldn’t look as stupid. “I think you’re cute too.” you whispered.      For a moment, it went quiet. So quiet that you could hear the loud music and the wild party once again, but you don’t dare interrupt. It takes everything inside of you to not break eye contact, your stomach a butterfly exhibit.      “I like you.” he finally said, you couldn’t sense a damn sarcastic tone. “Bet you’re gonna doubt that too.” snickering, he ran his hand through his hair, but you swear you see him bite his lip. Sexual or something he did subconsciously, you weren’t quite sure.     Time stopped. This was way too far to be a troll, but what if it still was? You didn’t know, the stupid small thought never went away, you looked at him dumbfounded instead. Snapping out of your daze, you ask, “...But we haven’t talked a whole bunch.”      “I know that. I don’t know, I guess I liked the idea of the competition. You don’t throw yourself at me, and sure other girls don’t do that as well-” he trailed off, before finishing his sentence, “but I think there’s a lot of positive traits that I like in you, and you’re just.. Really pretty. I guess I don’t want to throw you away like what I do with other girls?”      Before you could speak, he cuts you off again, this time a tad frantic. “But you know- Listen, I know it seems like I fuck around with girls a lot, but I’m looking to change that. I know I don’t seem very genuine now, but I think I’d like to try something with you specifically. You don’t even have to say anything back, just leave if you don’t want to, and if you do I’m sorry for disturbing your night-”      Maybe it was how intoxicated you are, or how you suddenly felt a burst of confidence, but you kiss him, and you kiss him hard. His breath hitched while you rolled on top of his chest. You’re desperate to have contact between your skin and his. He kissed you back, shyly at first, soft and delicate, but that didn’t last for long.      Heat rose to your cheeks, you were rusty with your kissing, but he wasn’t. The smell of his cologne was tantalizing, he kissed you like he wasn’t ever shy to begin with. One hand under your neck, propping you up towards him, the other groping your breast. Parting your lips, feeling him explore you just briefly before slipping back out as soon as it started.      You felt him unhook your bra with relative ease, and you can’t control the flutter within. Still kissing you sloppily, Gojo shuddered and you could tell there was a sound at the back of the throat. Moan, grunt, growl, you couldn’t tell. Slipping his hand away from your breast momentarily, he hastily yanked your top off your body.      Pulling away from the kiss not too long afterwards, he licked his lips, panting, you find yourself catching your breath too.       “Sit up.” he ordered, and you did as you were told, looking up at him with eyes that practically said, “What’s next?”      “Look at you. So cute.” cupping your breasts with his hands, you gasp at how hot they are, sweating just a bit, his thumbs brushed briefly against your nipples, giving them slight twirls before finally kissing both of your mounds.      “Let’s be nice and light today, okay pumpkin? Nothing too serious.” you gaze up at him, now standing and unbuckling his designer belt, unbuttoning his jeans which dropped to the floor afterwards, an obvious bulge in his boxers.      “...The door’s still open. Close it.” you suggest, your eyes still intent on his bulge, you don’t try to hide licking your lips.      “The world needs to know who’s mine tonight. Fuck that.” he smirked devilishly before also tugging his boxers down, exposing his dick.      Now, you weren’t quite expecting that he was packing this much, but he was. You easily estimated 7 inches, maybe more, you didn’t know. A pale flush pink at the very tip, veins adorned his length. Fairly girthy, and you loved it.      “Off the bed, on your knees.”      Scrambling off of the bed, you immediately look upwards and kiss the tip. He hummed, looking down at you with watchful eyes. You didn’t care if someone saw the two of you like this, in fact you’d love it.       You instantly put your hands to work, pumping his length, making sure that you were making eye-contact. Giving playful licks along the sides whilst doing so, you note his panting is getting heavier, so you must be doing something right. Your tongue quickly darted out of your mouth to lick your lips, before suckling the tip, just as a tease.      He growled, yanking at your hair so that you were looking directly up at him once again. “Don’t tease me, sweetheart. Or you’ll see what happens.”       Letting go of your locks, with one last look at his face you engulfed his rock hard cock, slightly drooling. Once in a while, you took a risky peek at Gojo’s face, predatory and lustful eyes staring back directly at you. Grunting, he twitched in your mouth, and you brace yourself.       “Fuck, (Y/N). You’re so good with your mouth.” he breathed. You groaned in an attempt to communicate, since your mouth was so stuffed full. Precum leaked from his dick, and you bobbed up and down once more. Taking another breath in, tears began to form at the corner of your eyes. You choked a little, but you were doing well for someone who didn’t suck dick very often.      Bracing yourself for a flashflood of cum from him, your mouth worked up and down on his length before you heard a loud groan, signaling that he had came, his eyes squeezed shut, the orgasm completely wracked his body. You found yourself with a mouthful of cum, and you struggle to swallow, before doing it successfully.      You look up to him, panting, some cum had escaped your mouth, splattering onto the floor. He looked you up and down, before opening his arms out for you, beckoning for you to come forth.      “Come here, you looked so pretty doing all that. Such a good girl.” pulling you in closer to his chest, he laid down with a huff, hugging you now. Gojo’s hand rubbed up and down your bare, sweaty back, in a state of euphoria, you don’t do much other then giggle.      “I’m so glad I can call you mine now, pumpkin.” he smiles, before giving you a quick kiss on the forehead.      “Wait... We’re dating now?’ your head shot up, in shock.      “Yes. Dummy. Fuck it, let’s just crash here tonight, your friend won’t mind.” he tousled your hair, taking another deep breath in. “Let’s sleep together.”       “Again?”       “I mean it in a literal sense.” he rolled his eyes.       “.....You guys can fuck here.” a familiar voice rang out from the hallway, you hear a murmur of thanks as the voice became closer and closer, but you’re too tired to move.      “We never closed the door.” you say hazily, digging your face closer into his chest.      He grumbles in response, and you can’t tell what he’s saying.      “..Ah nope- Looks like that room is occupied by Gojo and...” your friend’s eyes looked down, before looking back up in terror. “(Y/N)?”     They looked back down at the ground, their eyes lighting up as soon as they realized what was on it: cum splatters and clothes.     You’re too intoxicated to care, though.     

[prettyboybarzal]

Ride

A/N: I think about Nolan’s thighs 24/7, so this is super self-indulgent... But I know y’all are hoes for his thighs too, so it’s also a gift (especially a gift for @bandgirlsclub​). This is short and probably not extremely well written, but please enjoy these words and thoughts put to paper!!! ✨ P.S. Maybe someday I’ll write a full Pat fic. Maybe. (Probably.)

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Thigh riding and weed smoking (an ideal day if you ask me lmfao bye)

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Nolan wasn’t being fair. He knew what he was doing in those short shorts, thigh tattoo on display. He knew that you wouldn’t be able to pry your eyes off the ink decorating his muscled leg. He did this on purpose. And the nerve of him to do it in front of your friends who had no clue you’d been hooking up while away in Philly.

You grew up together in Winnipeg and spent your summers much like you were spending your current one, with friends around a pool or skating around town on rollerblades. You’d always had a small crush on him. His carefree attitude and dry sense of humor made you feel safe, and in return, he liked your calming nature and the fact that you weren’t nearly as loud as your other friends.

When you called him to tell him you’d accepted a job in Philly, you didn’t expect him to become such a staple in your life. But he was there the day you landed to pick you up, and it felt like you hadn’t gone a day without seeing him since.

It took until the Flyers New Years’ party for your feelings to bubble to the surface. The night started with one too many glasses of Champagne and ended with Nolan between your thighs in more ways than one. It became a weekly occurrence at least, fucking Nolan, and when the season came to an end, you decided to put things to bed, at least until you were back in Philadelphia.

But it was getting really fucking hard to ignore how badly you wanted to rip his clothes off.

Nolan was a whole different person in Winnipeg. He was confident and cocky. He undressed you with his eyes every time you walked into a room and whenever he got you alone, he whispered all the dirty little things he wanted to do to you. It never got far, though, with your friends always in tow, and the two of you were perpetually sexually frustrated.

Especially with him in those short shorts.

“Anyone wanna smoke?” you asked, standing from the lounge chair in your childhood best friend’s yard. It was a Saturday in June which meant the entire friend group was together, rotting the day away around her pool.

Nolan stood abruptly to follow you, but the others declined the invite and you felt butterflies in your stomach as you slipped into the pool house and he followed. He paid you no special attention as he plopped onto the sofa in the middle of the room, but he watched as you settled down on the other end, making sure to leave space between you.

He liked to watch you roll joints. Watching your fingers move deftly over the rolling paper and your tongue swipe along it to keep it packed together turned him on every time without fail. He liked it when you placed the joint in your mouth and let it hang there while you reached for the lighter.

After taking your first hit, you handed it off to him and then came the worst part about smoking with him— actually watching him smoke. He always looked good with smoke rolling off his lips, but he looked great doing it shirtless with his thighs on full display in those shorts that left little to the imagination.

“C’mere,” he murmured, nodding his head to get you to come closer after he’d noticed you staring. You rolled your eyes at him. “C’mon, YN. You’ve been in that little bikini all day and I haven’t even been able to touch you. It’s not fair.”

“I’m not fair?” you asked incredulously. “Look at you! You’re in the shortest shorts I’ve ever seen you wear, showing off your thighs and your fucking tattoos. You did that on purpose. You’re the one playing games.”

Nolan smiled as he pulled another hit from the joint in his hand.

“So, it worked,” he stated, extending the joint to you. You snatched it, careful not to allow your fingers to touch, and rolled your eyes as he leaned back against the couch and spread his legs. He flexed his thighs a bit and took a glance to find you staring. “They look good, huh? I’ve been putting in some overtime work this summer.”

You tore your eyes away and blew a cloud of smoke out towards the window.

“Just let me touch you,” he groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation. “You haven’t let me touch you since we left Philly.”

“Because our friends are always right outside!” you whisper-shouted, pointing a finger towards the door. He laughed. “I don’t need you to get me all worked up and then not follow through because we’re interrupted by them, or we have to stop because we have plans with them, so no.”

You stood from the couch to get a water bottle for your cotton mouth and he let you go, staring at your ass as you went. You grabbed two bottles and handed him one as you walked over, but he didn’t open it. Instead, he dropped it to the couch and grabbed your wrist, tugging you down into his lap and pulling your legs around so you were straddling his waist.

“Patty,” you warned, pushing his chest away. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pinned you to his chest.

“Who says I won’t follow through and make you cum right now?”

“I’m not getting naked when any of them could walk in.”

“I don’t need you to get naked,” he murmured against the skin of your collarbone. His finger slipping beneath the strap on your shoulder. He pushed it down and kissed the skin where it once was. “Besides, you’re already naked enough.”

He moved his kisses to the column of your throat and smiled against your skin as you lulled your head back, then leaned up to capture more of your skin beneath his lips before sitting up and adjusting himself to pull a leg out from beneath you so that you were straddling one of his thighs. You glanced down, eyes catching on the ink just below your core.

“Nolan.”

“What’s up, angel?” he asked, eyes still on your scantily clad pussy. Your whine captured his attention, eyes gazing up finally. Your bottom lip was drawn between your teeth, joint resting between your index finger and thumb. “You want me to make you cum?”

“Please.”

His hands fell to your waist, gripping tightly as he began to guide you along his thigh. You placed the joint between your lips as your rode him and took a long hit. He snatched it a moment later to replace it with a kiss, tongue swiping along your lip as you continued to rub your core against him.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he praised as he watched you grind against him. “I could watch you get yourself off on my thigh all day.” You felt his muscles ripple beneath your pussy and moaned loudly, forehead falling to his shoulder. His hands reattached to your hips and he held you tighter as he flexed beneath you. “You like that?”

“Fuck, Nolan,” you rushed out. “Yes!”

“Be quiet,” he barked, hands holding you in place on his thigh, halting your movements. You whimpered. “You don’t want them coming in here, right? You want to cum?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, detaching his hands and leaning back against the couch again. “Go ahead. Let me see you.”

You braced your hands against his chest as you slid along his thigh, slowly at first. The cockiness exuding from him as he watched you with hooded eyes and the joint between his lips heightened your senses. He looked so good, so in control of himself while you had absolutely no control, and you loved being watched by him.

It felt otherworldly, riding his thigh while high. You couldn’t help but think about how it would feel to fuck him while stoned, to feel him fill you up with that joint hanging from his lips.

He noticed that your hips begin to stutter and reached out to help you. His fingers gripped your waist, sure to leave bruises for the morning, and he set a pace that was a bit quicker than how you’d started out. He knew you were closer now, heard it in your panting and the whimpers that filled the room. With each grinding movement, he flexed beneath you and received soft exclamations of how good it felt.

“I’m s- so close,” you said, breathlessly. He held you tightly to his thigh as you began to lose the rest of what little control you had. “F-fuck, oh my—Nolan.”

“I wanna see you cum,” he spoke and, finally, you were over the edge. You threw your head back with a guttural moan and he helped you through the orgasm that washed over you by continuing to guide your core along his thigh. “Didn’t know you were such a slut for my thighs. I’d’ve shown them off for you a long time ago.”

You were moaning into his neck as softly as you could while he continued sliding your core along his muscles and he smiled softly when he saw the shake of your legs from the aftershock.

“Nolan, please.”

“Please?”

“Please stop,” you sighed out. He chuckled darkly and released the grip he had on your waist to wrap his arms around you. He held you against his chest, placing kisses along your shoulder as the rise and fall of your chest slowed and you finally caught your breath. “Fuck.”

“That was hot,” he spoke. You leaned back, smile on your face. “I’m never skipping leg day ever again.”

“Please don’t,” you said, snatching the almost finished joint from his hand for one last pull. He watched you, eyes dark and trained on your lips. You placed it on a nearby ashtray and stood slowly, hoping your legs wouldn’t resemble that of a newborn giraffe. Thankfully, Nolan’s hand shot out to steady you in case.

“You sure you’re ready to go out there?”

“I think the real question is, are you?” you asked, directing your gaze at the bulge in his shorts. He stood, sliding a hand into his shorts to fix himself.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he answered, blush rising to his cheeks.

You stepped forward, dropping one hand over the front of his shorts, fingers curling over his member. He sucked in a breath, eyes blown wide, cheeks bright red.

“Maybe, if you’re lucky, I can take care of this later.”

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

Evil Scar on 3rd life? I really like your writing btw

3rd Life rly is just a place for people to have villain arcs lmfao /hj also thank you, i’m so glad you enjoy my stuff :D

(just a reminder: do not tag this or any of my work as shipping of any kind)

…

  “Mrrow.”

  Etho chuckles and leans on his pickaxe as his cat, named Pineapple Pizza, sits down on the staircase behind him, looking up at him. “Heyo. What can I do for you? You hungry?”

  Pineapple meows again in response.

  “Okay, then. Let’s get you some fish.”

  Seemingly delighted with his response, Pineapple jumps up onto Etho’s shoulders and curls herself round the back of his neck. Etho grins and tickles her under the chin as he goes back up the stairs of his mine and emerges back in the swamp. His wool bridge stands proud through the middle of the swampy water, looking rather good for a build made of white wool. 

  Etho roots around in his chest for some fish, but by the time he finds some, he realises that Pineapple has jumped down from his shoulders. Glancing around, he spots a figure moving around in the trees and heads over to investigate.

  As he approaches, Scar emerges from behind the tree and spots him. “Ah, Etho! Good to see you.”

  Etho blinks, acutely aware of the red heart on Scar’s neck. “Hi, Scar,” he says warily, but still with a friendly tone. “What can I do for you?”

  “Oh, I was just in the neighbourhood and I-.”

  “Meow.”

  Scar breaks off as Pineapple appears between them, sitting down and starting to lick her paw.

  “Is this your cat?” Scar asks, bending down and picking Pineapple up. 

  Etho starts to reach for his cat but stops, as if afraid of spooking a wild animal. “Uh, yes. Yes, that’s Pineapple Pizza, Piney for short. Scar, could you, um… Sorry, but would you mind not picking her up? She doesn’t like being held by anyone who isn’t me.”

  “But she’s so cute.” Scar strokes the top of Pineapple’s head. “I’ve been looking for a cat, you know. Haven’t seen any Jellies on this server so I guess this one’ll have to do.”

  As Etho stares at him in shock, Scar turns and walks out onto the bridge. Etho falls into step beside him. “Scar, please,” he pleads. “She’s my cat. I can help you find one of your own, but-.”

  “No, I like this one. Not only is she adorable but she seems to be in need of a new home.”

  “No, please!” Etho’s voice rises. “Scar, please don’t take her from me! Please!”

  Scar steps back, still holding Pineapple in his arms. “I’d stay back from me, if I were you. Otherwise you might lose more than just your cat and your extremely flammable bridge.”

  “Wh-.”

  Before Impulse even finishes his word, Scar turns and strikes his flint and steel, setting the wool bridge on fire. 

  “NO!” Etho screeches.

  He charges forwards and attempts to stamp out the fire but it’s already spreading, and all he succeeds in doing is burning his leg. Stumbling backwards, Etho realises quickly that his bridge is a lost cause. As the flames explode outwards, all he can do is dive over the edge into the swampy water. 

  He swims to safety and climbs out onto the shore. By the time he turns around, his entire bridge is alight. Abandoning it, he dashes down the swampy banks, searching wildly for any sign of Scar. 

  But his former friend is long gone, along with his beloved cat. 

…

  As the sun rises, Etho sits on top of the hill with his knees drawn into his chest, gazing numbly down at where his bridge used to be. All that’s left is two blocks of wool and some fences. He’s shed so many tears tonight that he has nothing left in him. 

  Everything he loves is gone. His tree, his bridge, and even his beloved cat. He has nothing now. Nothing. 

  “Etho!” comes Tango’s call from somewhere to his left. “Etho, where are you?” 

  Etho doesn’t respond. 

  After a moment, Tango and Impulse emerge from the forest and discover him sitting on the edge of the hill. Neither of them speak; they’ve already heard what happened. News and gossip travels fast on the server. 

  They sit down on either side of him, neither of them entirely sure what to say. 

  “How you holding up, buddy?” Impulse asks eventually. 

  Etho closes his eyes briefly, releasing one stray tear he didn’t know was there. “Why does Scar hate me?” he whispers. 

  Tango and Impulse exchange a sympathetic look. 

  “He doesn’t hate you,” Tango begins. “He…” 

  “He burned down my tree and my bridge, and took my cat away from me. I must have done something to make him hate me.” 

  “No, buddy.” Impulse puts his arm over Etho’s shoulder. “Scar is… He’s… different than how he used to be. This server has changed him, and I guess it’s changed all of us. Just… him in a different way.”

  After a moment, Etho stands up, shaking Impulse’s arm off his shoulder. 

  Tango and Impulse also simultaneously rise to their feet. “Are you gonna be okay?” Tango asks. 

  Etho takes his gloves out of his pocket and puts them on. “Eventually.”

  “Not sure I like that answer. Etho, don’t push us away, okay? We’ll help you out, we’ll support you. Anything you need.”

  “Yeah,” adds Impulse. “Anything.” 

  “Alright, I appreciate that. I think I just need to be left alone for a while.”

  Exchanging another look, Tango and Impulse reluctantly nod. “Okay,” says the former. “You know where we are if you need us.”

  Etho waits until they’re out of sight before climbing into his boat and taking off across the swamp. He has somewhere to be.

…

  Etho climbs the sandy hill and stands a safe distance away from the small castle at the top. “Scar!” he calls. “Scar, come here!”

  He spots Grian dithering just inside the entrance of the house, but before he can call to him, Scar brushes past him and stands in front of him, crossing his arms. “What do you want, Etho?”

  “I want my cat back,” Etho responds steadily. “You’ve now burned down two things that meant a lot to me and I couldn’t stop you, so I’m here to fight for the only thing I have left. If you don’t give her back to me, I WILL resort to violence.” 

  Grian glances sharply at Scar. “That black cat is Etho’s?” 

  Scar shrugs. “So what if it is? He’s not gonna do anything about it. The rules say that PvP can only begin if a red lifer initiates it. And if I do initiate violence, I promise you, you won’t last long enough to strike me back.” 

  Etho’s narrowed eyes flicker to Grian, who reluctantly nods. “He’s right. If Scar strikes first, you’re allowed to strike back. But if he doesn’t, you can’t legally touch him.”

  Etho curls his hands into fists. “Why are you doing this, Scar? First my tree, then my cat, then my bridge. Why do you delight in taking away everything I care about?”

  “You have no idea how delicious it is to take things from people and watch as they slowly come to realise they can’t do a single thing about it,” replies Scar, grinning maliciously. “Maybe if you had a red heart like me, you’d understand.”

  “You get how being on red isn’t a GOOD thing, right?” Grian says warily from behind him. “One more death and you’re gone. And Etho could kill you right now, you know. He’d be breaking the rules, but that wouldn’t bring you back from the dead.” 

  “You shut up, Grian,” snarls Scar. “I didn’t ask for your input.”

  Grian flinches and turns away. 

  Seeing his friend mistreated like that pushes Etho over the edge. Grian is clearly scared of Scar. There’s no reason for him to be, unless Scar isn’t exactly his friend anymore. 

  Etho grabs Scar’s lapels and shoves him against the wall. Before Scar can even make a noise, Etho shoves his face close to Scar’s and snarls, “WHERE. IS. MY. CAT.”

  “I-I put her upstairs in the bedroom,” yelps Scar. “G-Grian, save me! Don’t let him kill me!”

  “I’m not gonna kill you.” 

  Etho shoves Scar aside and barges into the building. Grian wordlessly leads him upstairs to the room in question, where Etho finds Pineapple curled up on the bed. “Piney!”

  She opens her eyes and, upon spotting him, jumps down from the bed and circles his feet, rubbing her head against his ankles. 

  Etho almost cries with relief. “Oh, Piney… I’m so glad you’re okay.”

  He picks up Pineapple and lets her lie across his shoulders, before turning to Grian. “You don’t have to stay with him anymore, Grian. I know you said you owe him your first life, but just look at yourself. You’re miserable here with him. Scar’s turned into a bully, and you’re the person he targets when there’s nobody else around. You don’t have to live like this anymore.”

  Grian sighs quietly. “Where would I go? I burned all my bridges when I came here with Scar. And would I even be safe from him?”

  “Come live with me in the swamp,” Etho urges. “I’ll protect you. He may be on his red life but if he strikes one of us, the other can take him down. I’ll make sure if he strikes either of us, it’ll be me. You’ve been through a lot since Scar’s first death; you deserve your freedom.”

  For a moment, Grian doesn’t seem convinced. 

  Then Scar’s voice yells his name from downstairs and Grian again finds himself flinching. 

  This clinches it. He can’t spend the rest of his time on the server doing Scar’s bidding, waiting for either Scar or himself to die. That’s no way to live and he knows it.

  Finally, he nods. “Okay, I’ll come with you. Th-Thank you.”

  “No problem.”

  Etho leads the way back downstairs. He finds Scar standing in the doorway, arms crossed again, seemingly having regained his composure. “I heard what you said. Do you really think you can get away with stealing my cat AND my best friend?”

  “She’s not your cat,” snaps Etho.

  “I’m not your best friend!” Grian bursts out at the same time.

  Scar blinks. “Grian, what’d you just say?”

  “You’re not my best friend, Scar! Not anymore. Ever since you lost your first life, you’ve been different. And you’ve only gotten worse since you lost your second. I-I can’t live here with you anymore.” Grian’s voice cracks. “I’m sorry.”

  Scar’s shocked expression quickly turns into a ferocious glare. “Fine, then! Go, both of you. But don’t expect any mercy from me when I’m ready to start killing people. I’ll be coming for you first.”

  Grian freezes.

  Etho takes hold of his wrist and skilfully pulls him past Scar and out of the house. “You’ll be okay, Grian,” he says reassuringly. “I promise.” To Scar, he says a simple, “Goodbye.”

  Scar turns away as Etho and Grian head down the sandy mountain. “Did that really just happen?” Grian says numbly. “Did I really just abandon Scar?”

  “You did,” says Etho warmly, putting his arm over Grian’s shoulder. “How are you feeling?”

  Grian takes a deep breath. It’s the same air, but somehow, it tastes fresher. “Good, I think. You?”

  Etho smiles as he feels Pineapple rub her head against his cheek. For the first time, he hasn’t let Scar get away with taking something he cares about. It feels great. 

  “Never better.”

[joheun-saram]

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Chapter 3 - Coincidences

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Summary- Do their dates ever go according to plan? Well, who knew watching George Clooney was such an aphrodisiac. 

word count- 6.2k

pairing- idol!namjoon x ceo!reader

rating- R

genre- series, slow burn, fluff, smut, strangers2lovers

warnings- unwanted sexual advances (don’t worry, it’s not namjoon and it’s not overly discussed), alcohol consumption, oral sex (f. receiving), hickeys, dry humping, sex

a.n- okay so I wrote my first smut scene. AAAAH. I’m sorry if it’s not the best - I tried and realized I don’t know how to get into a guys headspace during sex lmfao 🙃  Namjoon is also a high-key cheeseball and God of Destruction strikes. I’m sorry but I had to - his face when he breaks things makes me simultaneously laugh and uwu.

Also, in case you missed it I have a lot of feelings about Batman having a credit card. Batman and Robin is an absurd movie but I still love it.

Feedback much appreciated! 💕

taglist - @beach-bitch-bitch-beach​, @sassyuniversitytacopeanut​, @rjsmochii​, @jinjccns​

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You were greeted by Siwon and a coffee as you walked to the elevator of your office building yawning furiously, uncharacteristically dressed in a navy pantsuit with a white turtleneck in anticipation of your big meeting today. To say you were nervous would be an understatement. You were meeting one of the big tech companies’ senior VP and your deal hinged on his approval. You were not looking forward to it - he was a certified creep. 

“Alright so your meetings in about four hours, we can finish the proposal in about two and then we can prep for the next two.” Siwon was in full assistant mode, rattling off details to add to the proposal that unbeknownst to him you had already finished last night.

“Proposal’s done so let’s skip to the prep,” you say as you step out of the elevator to your floor.

“Did you stay late? Yah Y/N! You know you can’t overwork like that! Also, this building is so creepy at night. Don’t tell me you stayed here alone.” He scolded you, effortlessly switching from employee to friend. You loved that he cared so much about you.

“I’m sorry, but if it makes you feel better - I wasn’t alone.” As you make your way to your desk you notice the kitchen filled with pink pastry boxes. “What’s all that?” you questioned as you forego your desk making a beeline for the kitchen, having skipped breakfast that morning for a much needed hour of sleep.

“What do you mean you weren’t alone?” Siwon was looking at you suspiciously with his eyebrow quirked. When you reached the boxes you noticed that they were filled with all sorts of breakfast goodies, from croissants to danishes to doughnuts. Your mouth watered as you grabbed a buttery croissant, anticipating the taste before it even made it on your plate.

“Y/N! Someone sent them over this morning with this note.” Timothy, your head of curriculum, handed you a pink envelope that matched the boxes. Placing your breakfast on the table you opened the note, hoping it wasn’t a client because that meant you would have to send something to them and would get caught in one of those one-upping gifting circlejerks. Arguably the worst part of corporate life.

Good luck on your meeting today. I’m rooting for you!

-N

PS: this is also your reminder to drink water - stay hydrated! ;)

Your mouth flew open as you reread the note, a grin slowly spreading on your face. As Siwon read over your shoulder, he gasped loudly. Luckily no one else was within earshot or else they would notice you not so gently elbow your assistant and call HR.

“Oh my god… Is this from who I think it’s from?” He sputtered, grinning and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Was he the one keeping you company last night?”

“What? NO!” You giggled nervously as he playfully smacked your arm. “Maybe…” you whispered, shrugging, giving in to his charms.

“Is this why you are wearing a turtleneck? Did he rock your world? Did he bangtan that sonyeondan?” 

“Shut up please!” You hissed at Siwon. You really wished you had a closed office now as you walked to your desk and grabbed your laptop, going into one of the meeting rooms that hopefully no one else booked that morning.

“So spill.” Siwon said as he settled into the chair next to you on the long stained oak table.

“There’s nothing to spill. We worked together and had pizza. And before you ask, no we did not have sex. It was our first date!” You huffed as you started your laptop.

“What did you do to him?” He asked in awe.

“Excuse me?” You were getting irritated now. To insinuate that you did something to him was pretty callous of Siwon. It reminded you of the times in university when your best friend dropped you because her crush told her that he liked you instead of her. You had no intentions of liking that guy, he was honestly not your type, too lazy and self-entitled to ever catch your attention, but she did not hesitate in cutting all ties and insisting you moved out of your shared apartment. According to her, you seduced him with your looks and personality. Pfft. As if life were so easy that you could manipulate whoever you liked into liking you back. However, Siwon was unaware of this incident so you decided to calm your annoyance a little.

“Sorry. I mean he’s sending the whole office breakfast after a first date. He must really like you.” He caught on to your tone and corrected himself. He was good at catching your tonal nuances by now, and you were grateful.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to get annoyed.” You sighed, smiling forcefully, as you pulled up the proposal you worked on earlier that morning. “I really like him too.” You admitted. It kind of felt nice to share that with someone. Usually you would pick up your phone the moment you felt a date go right and tell Jiyoung right away, but knowing what a huge fan she was you wanted to feel out the situation more before she got too excited.

While relaying the events of last night to a very excited Siwon, you texted Namjoon.

Y/N: Wow. Breakfast for the whole office? Big moves.

Namjoon: Well I am trying to woo the CEO. Gotta bring in the big guns!

Y/N: And you think you can woo me with baked goods?

Namjoon: That depends…

Namjoon: Is it working?

Y/N: Yes. Yes it is...

Y/N: Thank you btw. This was really sweet!

Namjoon: Then everything is going according to plan :)

Y/N: I’m excited for tonight

Namjoon: Me too! I miss you!

Y/N: Joon you saw me like eight hours ago!

Namjoon: Eight hours too long!

Y/N: Omg! Stop! You’re so cheesy...

Namjoon: Never!

You walked into the conference room with Harry and Siwon twenty minutes before noon and the three of you started setting up, nerves on high alert. You wrung your hands as you rearranged the printouts on the table for the sixth time, before Harry pulled you into a hug.

“You got this bub! We’re gonna kill it and then celebrate and blow all the money from this deal.” You laughed as your nerves melted. This was the reason he was your best friend and partner in crime. You got out of the embrace, infinitely more calm as you settled in your seat at the end of the table. 

Soon, your client, Mr Li, arrived with two other people from his team. The presentation went smoothly if you were to ignore the fact that every time you glanced at Li his eyes seemed to be fixated on your chest. His team, however, was much less sleazy. After you finished presenting, you and Harry spent about an hour answering their questions and concerns before negotiating another lucrative contract for your company. With this deal done, you will be able to meet your company’s quarterly goals. 

As soon as the meeting ended, Li’s team, now joined by their legal team, that arrived a few minutes before the end, was escorted to your legal floor to sort out the details of the contract.

“So this is a cause for celebration!” Li booms loudly as he shakes Harry’s hand, before pulling you into an unwanted hug. The hug was extremely tight as you felt your chest being squished by his, knocking the air out of you. You awkwardly try to escape, confused by his less than professional behaviour, eyes widened and staring at Harry. “We should all get some drinks in a few weeks to truly seal the deal.”

“Yes, we will definitely set up something with our assistants. I’m not sure if Y/N will be able to join because of her hectic schedule, but I will definitely be there.” Harry swiftly stepped in to shake Li’s hand one more time, subtly but clearly giving you an out. You were immensely relieved till you heard Li’s next words.

“It’s no party without the CEO. I bet she’s a real firecracker with a few drinks in her!” He laughed full-bellied, elbowing an uncomfortably stunned Harry as you gave him a tight lipped smile.

“Of course. We’ll set something up soon, Mr Li. Now if you excuse me I have another meeting to attend. We’re very excited to work with you!” You forced a fake smile as you exited the cringe-inducing situation. You grabbed some water when you reached your desk, drinking it to get the nasty taste of the situation out of your head. Sometimes you truly hated having to plaster a smile to appease clients, but unfortunately it was part of the job.

Your mood lightened significantly as your phone buzzed, instantly forgetting about the creepy old man. You picked up to hear Namjoon’s baritone voice greeting you as you ducked into a small meeting room, locking the door and settling on the comfy couch at the end.

“How did it go?” He seemed a bit out of breath.

“Nailed it! Although the guy was a certified creep.”

“Oh I’m sorry for that. What happened?” Genuine concern laced his tone.

“He just didn’t have any concerns for personal space” you sighed but your heart warmed at his worry for you. “Why are you out of breath?”

“That sucks! I just got done with dance practice.” He quickly picked up on your hesitance to go into further detail. “I haven’t danced this intensely in a while!”

“Oh! I would love to see you dance!” You giggled.

“Trust me I’m not good. It is not worth it.”

“I don’t believe you. I guess I’ll have to see it to judge for myself.”

“Hmm… maybe. Fair warning, there are literal twitter pages dedicated to my terrible moves.”

“Well then those people are assholes. I bet they’re jealous because you are an amazing dancer.” 

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Namjoon hung up the call and stared at the call log on his phone, displaying that he had been on the phone with you for over thirty five minutes. It felt like it had been barely two. He didn’t know why talking to you improved his mood this much, but just hearing your voice was enough to make him forget the stress from messing up the choreography almost every run though this morning, and especially Hoseok’s disappointing face as he tried and failed to correct his moves.

Getting back to the big mirrored room, he decided to go through the steps again alone to really nail down the routine, his head full of your plans later this evening. Initially, he had planned a romantic dinner to a high end restaurant in Gangnam but after his manager’s email this morning that he might be being followed, you both had decided on a quiet evening at your apartment. You had insisted it would be safer this way since the suspected stalker would not know where he was going, but he still felt a little uncomfortable about possibly putting your home in danger. He remembered when Yoongi had a stalker three years ago and they all had to pretty much be holed together in the dorms to ensure their safety. Luckily, they were smarter now with a much larger budget for security so these incidents barely encroached on their everyday activities. Still, this was the first time he was seeing someone while dealing with this and that made him wary.

After practicing for another couple of hours, Namjoon headed back home before getting ready for the evening. The closer the clock ticked towards 7, the more nervous he seemed to get. He had butterflies in his stomach as he styled his hair for the fifth time. Giving up, he grabbed the small bouquet of sunflowers he had prepared for the evening and headed towards the car waiting to pick him up downstairs.

As much as he had talked to you over the last few days, the pressure of this being a real date made him want to make a good impression. He was disappointed that he couldn’t wow you with a gourmet meal and even though he was confident that you enjoyed his company, the fact that you would basically be forced to stay with him if you wanted to leave tonight made him uneasy. 

Fidgeting with the collar of his black t-shirt, he braced himself as he knocked on your door. You took his breath away when you opened the door, dressed in a beautiful red sundress that hugged all your curves perfectly. You smiled widely at him as you greeted him. Your pink dusted cheeks and the way your eyes sparkled as you saw him, made all his earlier worries disappear. His heart sang as you excitedly took the bouquet, sniffing the flowers before busying yourself and looking for a jar to place them in. He was glad he went through the effort of buying them. Well, the effort of bribing one of the staff with lunch for them.

“How did you know these are my favourite flowers?” You sounded shocked.

“I saw them everywhere at the gala, so I figured even if they weren’t your favourites you at least liked them.” He smiled widely, internally celebrating going for those over Jin’s suggestion of the typical roses. He watched as you carefully snapped the stems of the flowers and placed them in the jar a little too small to contain all the flowers. He couldn’t help but think how stunning you looked biting your lip concentrating while arranging the flowers, taking care not to break off any leaves.

Your apartment reflected your personality it seemed. The kitchen was attached to the large living room, separated by a large island that you were working on. The living room had a large comfortable yellow couch with a few fuzzy blankets and white pillows, facing a television on the wall surrounded by framed posters of music festivals, which he gathered from the dates were ones you attended. He also noticed a vintage looking record player next to the opposite wall with a shelf full of books and records, arranged in seemingly no order; the books differing in lengths with random records popped between them. Everything was extremely clean but he could make out some clutter like a pair of keys attached to an Apeach keychain next to the window, and a pair of sunglasses that were precariously hanging off the edge of a small table in the corner. He felt that he was looking inside your brain a little, and it made him extremely grateful that you had deemed him worthy enough to invite him over. He didn’t know if that was something you were comfortable enough doing with everyone you met or dated, or if inviting him to your apartment was an anomaly, and he’d be lying if he didn’t hope it was the latter. The thought that he was getting special treatment made him giddy.

After arranging your flowers, you made your way to Namjoon, and he felt your arms around his waist as you wrapped him a hug. 

“Thank you” you whispered into his chest and even this small gesture made him blush.

“I just wanted to cheer you up after that shitty meeting.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He could feel you smile into his chest, something that was confirmed when you separated after a few seconds and made your way to the couch. He missed your warmth already.

“Honestly, just talking to you after it cheered me up.” He sat next to you on the couch as you poured two glasses of white wine, handing him one. “I know we just talked but how was the rest of your day?”

You both shared news about the rest of your days with each other while waiting for dinner to arrive. The conversation was easy and fluid, easily shifting from mundane everyday events to anecdotes about your friends while you ate your pastas and finished the bottle of wine. He appreciated that unlike other people he had dated you didn’t seem surprised that he had friends outside the band and that most of his stories revolved around them rather than BTS. He always felt that so much of his friendship with the guys was broadcasted that he’d be retelling something that people had already watched so to the disappointment of a lot of his dates, he shared more about his other friends. Like how last year he went on a trip to Paris with childhood friends and got kicked out of the Louvre because they accidentally almost knocked down an exhibit. Or when one of his friends got so unbelievably drunk he had to bribe him with actual money to ensure he didn’t sleep in the park. He enjoyed hearing your university tales too, laughing out loud when you recounted the time you had drunkenly won a debate with one of your friends on which Batman was the best, resulting in the said friend to streak around the neighbourhood.

“Wait so you’re telling me if you lost, you would have to streak instead?” His eyes were wide as he looked at you. He had not expected you to have this wild side. He was intrigued, if not slightly turned on by the idea that this side might show up later.

“I would. I never break a promise.” You looked smug as you smiled over your wine glass. “But if I’m being honest, I knew I would win. Who thinks Clooney is the best Batman? He had a bat credit card for crying out loud!” He smiled as you ranted about how Batman would even apply for a credit card and the unlikelihood of him having a social security number without giving away his identity. Sure, Namjoon had never seen this particular Batman movie, or any to be fair, but the way you passionately discussed the superhero was so endearing to him that he couldn’t help nodding along enthusiastically at each point you made, giggling as he did so.

“Okay. I have not seen that movie, but that sounds hilarious.” He commented as he finished the last of the wine in his glass.

“What? It is a cinematic meme masterpiece! We have to watch it!”

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That’s how you ended up watching Batman and Robin, a second bottle of wine open on the coffee table. You hadn’t imagined that’s how you’ll be spending the next few hours with Namjoon. In fact, you did not want to impose your nerdy views on him at all, but tipsy you had other ideas. He seemed to be enjoying the movie too, laughing justly at the bat nipples and stupid ice puns. However with each corny flirt Poison Ivy threw at one of the many men on screen, you couldn’t help but notice how closely you were sitting next to a man hotter than any on your television. He had his arm around your shoulders and your head rested slightly on his chest, engulfed in his woodsy scent. You couldn’t help but steal glances at him, resisting the urge to reach up and kiss his jaw where it rested on his hand.

You had wanted to kiss him the moment he walked in the door with flowers in hand. No date had ever brought you flowers before and it set your heart aflutter. If he was any more perfect, you’d be worried you had imagined him and that you’d wake up from a very long, very surreal dream. The next time you glanced up at him you found him looking at you, a soft smile on his face, his dimples looking extra cute as he looked into your eyes.

Feeling uncharacteristically bashful, you smiled back at him, willing yourself not to avert his gaze. “Hi,” you muttered.

“Hi” His deep voice reverberated through your body and before you could tell your heart to stop thudding at your chest, Namjoon closed the space between you. His lips were slightly chapped as he brushed them against yours gently -  unrushed and soft. He took his time, his lips dancing around yours as if in a practiced waltz, as he moved his hand to your cheek, thumb stroking your cheekbones. Before you could deepen the kiss, you separated, much to your disappointment and he went back to watching the movie.

“Oh look! It’s the credit card scene.” He said nonchalantly as if he had not just taken your breath away.

“Joon! This movie is stupid,” you whined as you reached for his face, but before you could reach it he grabbed your wrist.

“But it’s a cinematic meme masterpiece!” He teased you with your earlier comment, his eyes lit with mirth. 

You pouted in defiance. “You can’t just kiss me like this and expect me to go back to watching the movie.”

“Aww! Cute!” He cooed as you huff, but before you could protest further, he kissed you again. Unlike the first time, this kiss was fierce, sparking a need in you. His lips pressed firmly against yours as his arm moved from around you to maneuver you on top of his lap. He did not hold back as he kissed you with a yearning you felt pulsate through you. He coaxed his way into your mouth as you didn't hesitate for a second, your hands running through the hair at the nape of his neck.

His hands were on your hips and as he pulled you closer you couldn’t help but roll your hips on him, feeling him hardening under you, a moan escaping from your mouth into his. Your dress was almost pulled to your waist and the rough material of his jeans felt delicious against your lace panties. You couldn’t help but roll your hips again, wanting him much closer than he already was.

“Baby you can’t do that to me.” He whined, his voice heavy with desire, as he started placing kisses down your face to your neck.

“Why not?” Your eyes spoke of challenge as you once again grind on him, a light moan escaping your lips, teasingly.

He stops kissing you as he looks up at you sternly, his jaw jutting out slightly. “Because I’m trying to be a gentleman here.”

“Fuck that. Let’s be b-” 

Before you can finish your sentence, he is spinning you around to lay you on the couch, hovering above you, your legs on either side of his body. Your head is caged between his arms, your dress barely covering your panties, as he smirks at you before rocking his hip against you, eliciting a loud gasp from you.

“Are you sure?” He asks as he kisses your neck, softly biting in a way that you’re sure there will be marks tomorrow, before soothing it with his tongue.

“Yes” you whisper as you reach down to palm him over his pants, making him groan where he’s kissing behind your ear.

“Fuck… Can I take this off?” His hand is on the zipper of your dress and as soon as you nod, he is pulling it down, increasing his force when it gets caught. Suddenly he stops, his eyes wide with alarm. Leaning up slightly you follow his gaze to his hand where he holds your zipper, no longer attached to the dress. He looks like a kid that broke an expensive vase in a store and you can’t help but laugh.

“Oh shit! I’m sorry!” The more he apologizes, the more you laugh at the situation, tears filling up your eyes. How could he be sexily growling in your ear one moment, making you drench your panties, and be this adorably guilty looking the next? Pushing him off you stand up and coax the rest of the zip down, letting the dress pool at your feet, as you grab his hand, urging him to stand up.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” You lead him across the hall to your bedroom, and he quickly recovers from his blunder, wrapping himself behind you as he continues to kiss your neck and face.

“I’ll buy you a new dress! Sorry!” He says as you sit down at the end of your bed.

“Joonie, stop apologizing and fuck me.” You pull at his shirt, and thankfully he gets the hint, smoothly taking it off and throwing it beside you with a quick “Yes, ma'am.” You are mesmerized by his body, as you trace your hands up to his toned chest, thanking the god you didn’t believe in for this moment. Smirking at your adoration, he kisses you again, pushing you to lie down with his arm around your waist as he pushes you further up the bed till your head hits the pillows.

He continues kissing you as you run your hands over his chest and back, wanting to consume all of him. “Mmm, you’re so beautiful.” He moans as he kisses down your neck to your chest, rubbing himself on you, his fingers lingering at the waistband of your panties. He looks to you for consent and seeing your enthusiastic nod, he pulls them down, groaning at your arousal that liberally coats them.

“Baby, you’re so wet.” He whispers, amazed as if you had any other choice considering his earlier teasing. He kisses your lips again as his fingers slide against your lips teasingly, making you rut your hips against his hand in an effort to feel him inside.

“Joonie, please. Stop teasing” You whine against his lips, and thankfully he does, pushing one finger inside, making you cry out as you tip your head back against the pillows. Taking advantage of your angled head he presses his lips to your neck, leaving another hickey as one finger becomes two, deliciously stretching you and making you clench against him. Your head is cloudy with endorphins as he curls his fingers expertly thrusting in you, filling the room with your wanton moans. He kisses up to your ear, nibbling a little at your lobe.

“I want to taste you.” His voice is heavy with want and it sends a shiver up your spine. You clench around his fingers in anticipation as he kisses down your body, pulling your bra cups down to pay extra attention to your hardened nipples. His bangs brush against your skin raising goosebumps as he places multiple small pecks on your soft belly before reaching his destination.

“Look here, baby.” He says and as soon as you make eye contact, he pulls out his fingers, placing them in his mouth sucking on them with a groan, making heat rise up your neck. “You’re fucking delicious.”

Your heart is about to explode out of your chest and you can’t help but squirm but he holds your legs apart, slowly kissing each inner thigh as he takes his time. He really has a knack for teasing, and you wouldn’t complain if not for the aching between your legs. You’re desperate for him.

Finally, he lays on his stomach, his long legs dangling off the bed, as he holds your gaze, grinning, before giving you a long lick, making you shudder. He moans into you as he continues his long licks, your fingers making their way to his hair.

He focuses his attention on your clit, sucking and increasing his speed. No one has eaten you out like this. You remember after drinks with your friends claiming that it sucked that you were straight because guys always suck at eating pussy. Oh how wrong you were, you thought as Namjoon added his fingers back into the mix, thrusting as his tongue lapped at your clit, making you see stars. You could feel the familiar heat in your core as you tugged his hair, making him groan, a chant of his name on your lips as you feel yourself becoming undone. Your toes curl into the comforter below you as your legs shake screaming his name. He coaxes you though your orgasm, slowing his thrusts and licking you clean as you come down. When you could feel the overstimulation, you called his name, lightly stroking his hair. You kind of felt bad for pulling on it that tightly earlier.

He wiped his face as he came up towards you, smiling triumphantly. He kissed you and you could taste yourself on his lips. 

“You did so well for me, baby.” You had never been praised for orgasming and although you had just cum you felt yourself getting wet all over again. You kissed him again, reaching to undo his jeans and struggling.

“Are you sure? We can stop here if you want.” Namjoon says against your lips.

“Shut up and get naked, Joon” you huff against his lips as he chuckles, flipping on his back next to you to undo his pants and pulling them off along with his boxers. You bite your lip as you see his cock emerge, bouncing against his stomach, his head dripping precum. Your mouth waters as you undo your bra, tossing it to the side, before reaching for his generous length. He hisses as your thumb runs over the tip, and you use the precum to stroke him slowly.

Suddenly, he grabs your wrist, stopping your exploration. “I’m going to cum if you don’t stop.”

You peck his lips as he lets go, turning around and reaching out for the condoms in your bedside drawer. Ripping the packet open, you pinch the tip, smirking as you place it in your mouth, enjoying the way his eyes widen in surprise as you stroke him twice before using your lips to encase his length in latex. 

“Holy fuck. You’re perfect.” He grabs your face as soon as you’re done and kisses you fiercely as he once again lays you under him. His length rubs against your clit, sending jolts of pleasures up your spine as you rut your hips upwards. Getting the hint, he grabs his cock and lines it to your entrance. Your insides flutter as you feel him run his tip between your folds collecting your arousal, making you mewl a weak “please”. His face is flushed and his eyes are dark as he guides himself in smoothly, both of you moaning at the pleasure. The stretch is unbelievable, and you close your eyes as the sensation.

He waits a beat for you to accommodate him and as soon as you nod, he pulls back to thrust in again. Slowly he builds up to a rhythm that has you both panting. The room is full of the sounds of your bodies colliding and heavy breaths. You open your eyes to see him with his tongue between his lips and his jaw clenched. The same look of concentration he had when he was writing his songs in your office last night, and you felt yourself clench around him in pleasure. He moaned lowly and it was like you could feel his voice travel through you.

“Oh my god, Joon!” you cried as he changed his angle, hitting your g-spot directly, and increased his speed, thrusting harder.

“I got you, baby. I got you.” He reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers, pressing his forehead against yours, pressing kisses against your cheeks. You could feel yourself getting close again as he continued his pace, and by the way his grip on your hand tightened you could tell he was getting there too. You wrapped your legs around him as he started to get sloppier, getting lost in chasing pleasure.

“Cum for me baby, please.” He pleaded as his fingers reached between you to tease your clit, shooting waves of pleasure through you. He sucked on your neck and the sensation was too much. You feel yourself tighten around him and he groans as the tension building in your stomach snaps, making you cum hard around him, his name on your tongue as your fingers dig into his back.

He fucks you through your orgasm, hard and fast, before cumming himself with a loud groan and collapsing on you. Your bodies panting in unison as you both try to catch your breath. You’re both still holding hands, as he sweetly kisses your cheek, before pulling himself off of you, discarding the condom in the trash can, and laying back next to you. After you both calm down, he speaks staring at the ceiling.

“Do you have cameras in here?”

“What?” You are confused as you turn to look at him.

“Wouldn’t wanna make a sex tape on our second date.” He laughs, turning on his side and wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Oh my god. I hate you.” You playfully swat at his chest.

“Nah, you like me.” He grins, kissing the tip of your nose as you roll your eyes. “But it’s okay because I really like you too.”

“You are so cheesy!” you groan, but your face flushes at his words, your heart dancing in your chest. “I’m going to pee.”

“No, stay.” He whines pulling you close to his chest. You oblige him for all of two minutes, before grabbing his shirt from the end of the bed, putting it on, grabbing a fresh pair of panties, and making your way to the ensuite.

When you return you find him still on your bed, albeit in his boxers now, lying amongst your many pillows with his hands behind his head. Hearing your footsteps, he turns to you and smiles, reaching his hand out to pull you in with him. Cuddling you into his chest, he pulls the comforter over the two of you.

“You’re staying?” You hadn’t expected him to stay and you felt your heart warm at the way he did not rush to leave after sex. You knew he wasn’t the kind of person to just be in it for the sex, but it was your second date so you had kept your expectations low.

“Do you not want me to?” He asks with a pout, stiffening, and you could hear how fast his heart was beating.

“Please stay.” You snuggled closer to him, wrapping your arms around him, as you felt him relax and kiss the top of your head. “Want to see something cool?”

He hummed as you asked your google home to show you the sky. It was a dumb impulse purchase you made after a week of late nights of work at home and you hadn’t had the opportunity to show it off yet. You watched his mouth open in awe as the connected device turned off all the lights in your room and projected the milky way on to your ceiling. You chuckled at his child-like reaction. After talking to him this much, you were kind of sure that this would be how he’d act. You were pretty similar and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t had the same reaction when you first saw the constellations on your ceiling. He was quiet for a while, taking in the view and the only way you knew he was awake was by the way his hand softly caressed your hair.

“Hey Y/N. Do you ever think how crazy it is that we met?” His voice was almost a whisper as he turned on his side to look at you. Turning to face him, you placed your hand on his cheek as he continued. “Like you would have to make a company at the perfect time, get your contract with Samsung, decide to move to Korea, convince my boss to sign with you, and then throw that gala, and at the same time I would have to decide to be a rapper, sign to this company, make it big at the right time, come across your non-profit at the right time, and successfully convince Bang PD to let us go to your event. Isn’t that crazy how all those little decisions led to this?”

You were stunned. You had never thought about it that way. How everyone you met was by such a coincidence, how you met Joon was such a coincidence. The way he phrased it made it seem like fate. Maybe it was.

“You forgot about the part where I almost didn’t let you come to the gala.” You joked. You knew he was being serious, but your internal defense mechanisms were in full gear. You didn’t know why you were making light of his beautiful statement, but you felt if you didn’t, you’d fall for him even further and you weren't ready for that.

“What do you mean?” He chuckled, his hand rubbing circles into your waist.

“Your team asked me four hours before the gala that you were coming.” He snorted at your response. “You’re lucky Jiyoung is a fan.”

“Well, then I’ll send a thank you card to her.” He gazed at you adoringly as he pulled you closer. “You know I wasn’t joking earlier… I really like you.”

“I really like you too, Joon.” you whispered as he captured your lips into a kiss. You both continued discussing the coincidences that had to align for you to meet, stealing kisses as you drift off to sleep. 

Wrapped up in his arms, with the twinkling stars on your ceiling, it was the best sleep you had had in a long while.

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[spacegirlapollo]

Birthday Party for Two (Aizawa x Female Reader

Title : Birthday Party for Two 

Pairing : Shouta Aizawa x Female Reader 

Genre: Fluff / Smut 

Summary : I’m really bad at summaries but its some fluff then its some smut lmfao thanks for reading ! 

Steam hissed out of the electric iron as you pressed the steaming button. It was warm on your skin in the freezing cold of you and your husband's apartment. It was a simple and small space and both of you liked it that way. You especially loved the feeling of the cold wood floor underneath your feet in the morning, even if other people thought you were weird for that. 

Besides the dimly lit lamp in the corner, the perfectly white button up shirt on the ironing board were the only things lighting up your small living room. Inside the room was a long couch and a desk with a desktop that you and Aizawa shared. It was scattered with a mixture of your work papers and his students papers. 

The red light on the iron turned on letting you know that the iron was ready for use. You thought of your husband as you begin to press the hot metal over his shirt. It was 3 am in the morning and Aizawa had finally gone to sleep in your shared bed. 

You’d left work early to bring him lunch that day, because you were sure he didn’t bring any to work that day. One of his students Katsuki Bakugo had been kidnapped the night before by the League of Villans and, even if he didn't show it to his students, he was a wreck. You were greeted with small tight lip smiles when you’d walked into the teachers office carrying his lunch. Everyone was too busy with damage control and meetings to chat with their former co-worker. 

You’d worked for U.A for years, working side by side with Aizawa before you had the idea to open up your own company. It was still getting off the ground but you wanted to create a safe space for abandoned and homeless children with dangerous quirks. 

Usually Aizawa was able to sense your presence when you were close but today he had his head on the desk. His long black hair was cascading past his shoulders since he had it in a bun. It was your favorite look on him. But you knew that, usually the bun meant business. A single email web page was open on his computer. You softly put the food down on the table and knelt down next to him, placing a soft hand on his back. 

“Shouta?” You almost whispered. It hurt your heart to see him like this. He was always the composed one of the relationship. Always the one to ease your anxieties and be the yin to your yang. If you were freaking out, he was extra calm, soothing even. When he was extra anal you were there to help him loosen up. It was a good system. He opened his slightly bloodshot eyes and looked over at you. You could tell that he had been close to sleep but not quite there yet. 

“ Mei.” He said softly. It was his voice that he used when you were all alone, in your cold little apartment, and you couldn't help but give him a small smile. He was so cute without meaning to be. 

“I brought you some lunch. Come and eat with me.” 

You didn't phrase it as an option, because if you had, he would have declined politely and returned to his current state. 

You could see the reality of this setting into his eyes and he nodded, defeated but not upset. 

You stood up grabbing food you’d brought and made your way out of the room with him. The other staff were still busy chattering nervously about the current situation. 

It was a quiet walk back to your car which you chose because it would be quiet. You honestly hadn't planned on eating there. You were going to just drop off the food and leave but seeing him made you sad. 

In the car he ripped into the food quietly and it dawned on you that he probably hadn’t eaten in over 24 hours. You caught yourself staring at him and you looked down at your own food and started to eat. 

“ I’m sorry” he said after a while, half of his food was gone. You turned, your mouth full of food surprised. 

“For what?” You asked bewildered. He looked up at you and your brows furrowed further. He seemed genuinely upset. 

“ Your birthday is tomorrow.” he said. “ And the principal has asked that I come with him to do the press conferences tomorrow. I won’t be able to celebrate with you.” 

You’d completely forgotten that the next day was your birthday. With all the news and worrying about Bakugo and Aizawa, it flew out of your head. 

“ Shouta.” You said, swallowing your food and pointing your fork at him. You always did this, waiving something around when you reprimanded him and he secretly loved it but he wasn't going to tell you that. He loved that you’d come to see him, even if he didn't have the words to say it outloud. He was drowning in his thoughts and just your hand on his back was enough to pull him to the surface again. And you looked cute, he thought, cheeks full of food waving a fork in his face.

“ You don’t have to be sorry! It’s just a birthday. And of course with everything going on right now, it can wait!” 

He opened his mouth to say something else but you bulldozed on not letting him speak. 

“ And were married, so I plan on spending a lot of birthdays with you. So not celebrating one out of the rest of our lives isn't a big deal. Besides I’m more worried about you not eating! You should really- “ 

You paused abruptly as he cupped your face and brought you towards him planing a small kiss on your forehead. You didn’t know it but you had said all the right words. He loved knowing that you thought about being together until you were old. 

He pulled away and continued to eat his food quietly. You smiled inwardly. It was his way of saying “ I love you, thank you, but please shut up” without having to say anything. And so you did shut up, munching along with him in a nice silence. 

He eventually left, taking the trash with him and leaving with a much nicer, much longer kiss before exiting the car. Even from behind though, you could tell he was still stressed, and a little sad. 

---- 

So here you were 3 am on your own birthday ironing his clothes for his press conference in secret. He’d come home late, and you’d gotten out of bed to see him doing even more work at the little desktop. You didn’t bother him though, and right at 2:30 am he got into the bed with you, thinking you were asleep as well. 

You knew he wasn't thinking things all the way through, and that in the morning, he would be in a flurry trying to get ready and be calm and collected. Ironing his clothes and looking presentable was one less thing you wanted him to worry about. 

When it was finished you hung it up in the room, and proceeded to make his lunch as quietly as you could in the kitchen. 

With food and clothes ready, you crawled back into bed tired, falling asleep listening to the rise and fall of your husband’s breath. 

--- 

It was 7 am when Aizawa rose, feeling his phone alarm vibrating in his pocket. He quickly shut it off and pulled the covers off of himself. He turned to see you in bed, still asleep and not having to wake up for another hour or so. He allowed himself to drink you in for only a minute, taking in your sweet face as you slept and your hair all over your pillow. You were a year older today and he was going to miss celebrating with you. 

He turned away forcing himself to start going over his talking points. What did he need to do to get ready? He needed to get his suit, but he was going to have to iron it, which was going to see him back in time. As he made his way to the closet he stopped seeing his, one and only suit already hanging on the door frame ready for him, wrinkle free and appropriate. 

His heart was swelling in his chest, you’d gone out of your way again to do this for him. He looked again at you in the bed before going to finish getting ready. 

-- 

Night fell and you stumbled into your home, your friends had taken you out on the town for your day and you were just a little buzzed. But not enough to see that your husband wasn't home. You stumbled over to your bedroom, leaving a trail of your items through the house. You’d had an absolutely great time and you were glad to have such great friends. You couldn't help but sneak and watch bits and pieces of Aizawa’s press conferences, but your girlfriends kept you pretty preoccupied. 

You couldn’t get your dress off though, and you remembered one of your friends had to help you into it in the first place. 

“Shoot.” You said twisting around trying to get it off. 

-- 

Aizawa entered the apartment, his coat slung over his forearm. He closed the door with his foot and his eyebrow raised as he saw the two heels, coat and underwear making a trail to your bedroom. He followed it and couldn't control the slightest smile as he saw you hoping up and down trying to get your dress off. 

You turned at the sound of his footsteps and your face split into a dazzling smile. 

“Shooutaa” You drawled a bit lifting your hands up. You were not drunk, you felt good though, really good. 

Then you pouted. “ I cant get this stupid dress off Shouta. It’s cursed.” 

Aizawa chuckled at this putting his coat down on the dresser and coming closer to you, he pulled you into a loose hug and reached behind you for the tricky zipper. 

He was close, very close and his hair was still pulled back, and he smelled good, and damn it that really got you going. 

Neither of you were very forward when it came to sex. You both quickly learned to tell which kiss was a -I love you kiss- rather than a -lets go to bed right now kiss-. You couldnt recall a time either of you had verbally communcicated before sex. It was always a look, a smile, a kiss. But you were feeling good, really good.

You grabbed onto the black tie tightened on his shirt and brought him closer to you, his composure broke for a bit in shock but then he quickly regained his Aizawa cool. 

“You know.. I really like your hair like this.” You said softly. You reached up with both hands and began to loosen his tie. You could feel him messing with the zipper which was down almost halfway, but it was stuck on something and without being able to see he couldn't get it off. 

“Mei.” Aizawa said softly, but it was a warning. A warning that any further, there wasn't any going back. You tossed the tie to the floor and let your flat hands travel down his body, all without breaking eye contact. You were firmly ignoring his warning.

“How was your birthday.” He asked, his voice sounding a little breathier than usual. 

“Good.” You said looking from his lips to his eyes. “ It's better now though.”  

You’d successfully unbuckled and unlooped his belt and it made a small clink when it hit the floor. 

Then the button to the dress pants came off as well. 

“ I can't get this dress off.” Aizawa said his voice is truly husky now. You could feel him,hard and pressing into your exposed thigh. 

“You gonna let that stop you?” You asked challenging, being a brat , but you couldn't help yourself, suddenly you were really worked up. He still hadnt made the move , and you brought your hands back up to his hair sliding it through his locs and you brought your lips together for a kiss. 

The hand in his hair, which you knew for certain, drove him crazy and the kiss was a dangerous combo. But you lived for danger, so you couldn't help the slight squeal of excitement when he moved, fast and decisive, grabbing you up by your butt. You moved reflexively wrapping your legs around his back, moaning as he returned your kiss. He sat down on the edge of the bed. 

And then he was hiking up your dress, and you were clawing at his pants, getting them down just enough. His grip on you tightened as he positioned you over him and slowly brought you down onto his cock. 

You broke the kiss to moan, your hands positioned on either side of his shoulders. Neither of you wasted time and again he was slamming up into you. His head buried in your neck and his hands painfully gripping your ass, slamming you down onto him in deep strokes. 

You didn't hold back on the moaning, because it felt so good. Too good. It was criminal. 

It was hardly ever that the two of you were this worked up. To worked up to even take off your clothes. 

Your left hand was clutching his back for balance and the other snaked into his hair, gripping it at its roots. His heated breaths were in your ear, and they were becoming uneven as he stroked you. The sounds of your ass slapping down filled the room with your moans, and neither of you were going to last long. You could feel his cock throbbing as he filled you up. 

“A- ah Shouta!” You cried out as he descended into short but strong strokes against your spot. 

Aizawa got a glimpse of the two of you in the body length mirror in front of him. His pants pooled to his ankles, shirt loosely buttoned. And you still in the silk dress, that was hanging loosely from your shoulders and exposing your bare breast, clinging to him tightly. He felt a little ashamed at how he loved to watch him filling you up ,and the way your face changed with every stroke. 

“Shouta - I’m gonna -” You could hardly get out, before you were cumming, your pussy throbbing in ecstasy. And Aizawa can't control himself anymore, releasing into you hot and fast, with a deep groan. 

You let him ride out his orgasm, kissing up and down his exposed neck and nibbling a bit at his ear. When you could feel his heart rate slowing you pulled back a little to see his face. You kissed him again, softly this time , sweetly. 

You noticed that he was still hard inside of you, and pulled away. 

“ How about you go get the scissors to cut me out of this dress, and I go get the hot water ready in the shower.” 

----

Another round and a shower later, you were both in bed. You were cuddled into his shoulder, your legs tangled with each other. He was tracing a finger down the small of your back, fighting a wave of exhaustion. 

“ I love you” He softly moving his hand from your back to your neck stroking your cheeks softly. 

You felt like you could have cried, maybe the alcohol was still coursing through your system making you emotional, you thought. 

Aizawa was a big believer that saying I love you, too much can make it meaningless. So he always showed you instead, how he loved you. So when he did say it to you it meant so much more. It was the best birthday gift he could have given you. 

“I love you too. Shouta.” You said before the two of you drifted off into sleep. 

[zodiyack]

Close, But Not Quite Correct

Requested by anon: Hey do ya write for Peaky Blinders? If yes could you do a reader x Tommy !platonic one where the reader is really tough but at the same time quite laid back and everyone just assumes they are dating and they are shocked when she intruduces her love interest to Tommy at a family dinner or so?

Pairing(s): Thomas Shelby x reader platonic!, Michael Gray x reader

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst, fluff, alcohol, probably a tad bit ooc Michael

Note: So I apologize if you didn’t want the love interest to be anyone Tommy knew, I just didn’t really know who to put, my apologies, I can always rewrite it!

Also now that I think about it- I can’t tell if you meant where she has a crush on Tommy or if she has a different love interest and I’m so sorry if this is not what you had in mind aaaa!

Note numero tres: I got carried away and I apologize. Hope you enjoy

Final Note: I don’t even know wth that ending is. Okok bye enjoy the story lmfao

taglist: (it isn’t Tommy x reader, but I’ll still tag ya @captivatedbycillianmurphy and @stydia-4-ever​)

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Y/n and Tommy had been friends for a very long time. They had similar personalities and traits, some people had said that they were like female and male versions of each other. But the thing that was argued about the most, was if they were a couple. Everyone wondered it! Even the Shelby family! Ada and John made a bet that they were, and Polly and Arthur did as well. Making bets with the same goal wasn’t possible, but that’s not what the bet was about.

Their bets were about who would introduce it first. Would Y/n announce that they were engaged or that she was pregnant and Tommy was the father? Or would Tommy reintroduce her as his lover? Maybe they’d walk in on them kissing? Who knew, the bet was just on who would come out and say it already.

People felt like the tension was there. It was strong and obvious to them. They claimed that the two flirted quite a lot. However, in reality, there was nothing there. The “tension” and “flirting” was just the brotherly and sisterly bond they shared. It wasn’t even flirting, more of teasing and mocking in a fun way. The tension wasn’t romantic, it was them wiggling in their seats as they resisted the urge to jump and laugh at one another.

Tommy and Y/n were aware of the assumptions, and it had gotten old fast. Just as Tommy was, she was tough and hard to break. Alas, there was one very large difference. She was more laid back than he was. Tommy was cautious, always ready to move or attack, while Y/n was comfortable and quiet until she felt anything that would make her feel otherwise.

Best friends...but with a few secrets. Tommy was single, free, and didn’t really mind it at all. Y/n on the other hand, was seeing someone. She didn’t tell Tommy, which normally would make him concerned, but he brushed it off when she said she would introduce him to the entire household sometime.

That’s when the idea hit Tommy. Electrocuting him just as lighting would a lightning-rod. If him and his family hosted a dinner party and invited Y/n, while hyping up the family to meet said boyfriend, she couldn’t say no. It would disappoint them as well as make them lose faith of ever meeting him. Plus she owed Tommy some favors.

He reached over and set the paper on his desk, scribbling names of the people to invite. Arthur, John, Finn, Ada, Pol, Michael, Y/n and Y/n’s secret boyfriend. It was perfect. The list was complete and he was already thinking of what to have for dinner. Would the kitchen staff be able to cook anything that Y/n’s lover could eat? He didn’t know that yet, so he still had to ask if there was anything.

There they sat. Curled up on the sofa and watching the fire calmly. As subtle as possible, Tommy brought up the topic. “Say, Y/n, if your lover-boy were to eat with us...is he allergic or incapable of eating anything?”

“Incapable?” She laughed, “You make him sound like a two year old. And no, I believe he isn’t. Why?”

He kept it in mind. “No reason. Thank you, um, enjoy your book or whatever it is you were doing.”

“Tom-”

He rushed out of the room and back to his office. The list was still on his desk where he left it the previous day and a sigh of relief left his mouth. Tommy sat down and wrote the new information down. Next was dinner ideas. What sounded tasty? Nothing came to mind, so Tommy went to the next person he could for advice.

“Ada.”

“Yes Tom?”

Her eyes never left her book, but Thomas knew she was listening. “If we were to eat a special meal as a family...what do you think it should be?” That caught her attention. And just enough to make her head snap up to look at him.

“We’re eating dinner as a family?”

“I didn’t say that. Just-” he sighed. It was just now coming to mind that he didn’t think of what to do or say if anyone got suspicious. He needed to think, and fast. “Uhm, I just need to know what kind of food we would all enjoy.”

Ada squinted at her brother but nodded and went along with whatever it was that he was doing. “Alright. How about...soup? Soup and roast? I’m not sure Tom, but good luck.” Just as quick as she was too look up, she looked back down and continued reading her book.

Tommy thought for a second and nodded before walking back to his office and writing dinner ideas. The last three things were needed and they didn’t require anyone’s assistance. One, dress code if there is one in mind. Two, making the invitations. And three, giving the invitations.

He finished, no dress code needed, and got ready to try and sneak the invitations to each person. The first one was for Ada, so he walked past the room she was in and saw that her book was open but she wasn’t in sight. Tom took the chance and set an invitation in the center of the book, closing it now that the paper worked as a bookmark.

Next, was John, Finn, and Arthur. Tommy learned his brother’s schedule for that day, so he knew that John was currently with Arthur elsewhere. He set three invitations, one labeled John, one labeled Finn, and one labeled Arthur, on the desk where their stuff was placed.

Not quite last, but before it, was Aunt Polly and Michael. He walked over and leaned his head through the door way, seeing his aunt reading. She noticed his presence and raised an eyebrow. “Tommy?”

“Ah, hello Pol.” She gave him a kind smile before returning to her book. She didn’t notice Tommy setting the papers near the door. He excused himself from the room and they said their quick goodbyes. Tom knew Polly would give Michael his, so it wasn’t that big of a fuss.

Finally, it was time for Y/n and whomever this unknown male was. Tommy had gotten away with a subtle question once, but he wasn’t sure he could get away with this one. He walked into the room but quickly moved back out to the hall and against the wall when he heard Y/n giggle and a kissing noise. Just as he thought he got away, Y/n and the male heard his footsteps attempting to make it out the door in time.

“Shit! Hurry, go out the other door!” She recollected herself as her boyfriend ran out the opposite door of the room. Her hair was every which way until she smoothed it down and breathed in. “Uh- uhm...come in!”

“Y/n! Was uh someone in here with you?”

“N-nope. No. Nada. Negative... Hey Tommy?”

“Yes?”

“What are those papers?”

Tom looked down at the papers in his hand. The invitations. “Um...nothing! Just work. Have you...by chance...seen Michael?”

Her eyes widened and her face turned red. Thomas didn’t know why, but he kept it in mind. It was possibly that it could be a sign or a valuable piece of information. He brushed it off, for her sake and for his curiosity’s sake.

“W-what? M-M-Michael? Noooo.”

“Alright then. If you don’t mind, I’ll be setting these here,” he walked over to the sofa and set them on it just as he said he was. “Don’t look at them...okay?” It was the master plan in his mind. Since when did she agree to not look or touch something he specifically told her not to. She nodded and he walked out the door, satisfied with his work.

. . .

Dinner was served, the guests were now arriving. Polly and Ada sat down at the table first, Pol already sipping away at her beverage. Next was John, Finn and Arthur, both John and Arthur joining Polly on the alcohol train. Michael walked in, his hair messed up and his collar positioned to cover his neck, just like it had been the past few days.

Finally, Y/n walked over to the table and sat next to Michael and Tommy. They began to eat. Everyone, except for Tommy, thought Y/n or Tommy was about to introduce their relationship. Pol was determined to win her bet against Arthur. So when no one spoke up, she decided she’d had enough.

“Alright you two. Time to fess up. Tommy put this all together to tell us that you guys are seeing each other, didn’t he?”

Y/n, Tommy, and Michael choked on their food and drinks. Tommy hit his chest a few times and shook his head quickly. Y/n knew she had to speak up and soon because once Tommy announced the reason, which she caught onto rather quickly, non one would allow her to get away without answering.

“Close,” She wiped her mouth with a cloth, “but not quite.”

The entire table, minus a gaze averting Michael, turned to her. Tommy raised an eyebrow and started naming names jokingly, each person that was named and present shaking their head. “So when is he getting here? Or is he already here? John? Arthur? F- no that’s just nooo...um... that boy you met at the Garrison? The other boy? Who is it then?”

“I’m seeing Michael.”

“Michael? What Michael? Our Michael? That’s very funny Y/n.” John chuckled, but stopped after Thomas gave him a serious look.

“Are you being serious, Y/n? I’d like it if you answered what John inquired because I am quite curious. So, Y/n, who-”

“Tom.” A new voice entered. Everyone’s heads turned to the direction it came from. Michael fucking Gray. “She’s seeing me. I’m seeing her.”

Newfound silence filled the room. Tension, undecided whether it was good or bad, snuck in with it’s silent friend. Y/n’s eyes darted from her best friend to her now public lover. She was sure of it now. Thomas was staring daggers right into Michael’s soul. If looks could kill, Michael would be more than just dead.

“Thomas. Don’t.”

“Stay out of it Ada.” He stood up and walked to the other side of Y/n, staring Michael down more intense than he was only a second ago. “You mean to tell me, Gray, that you’re romantically involved with my best friend, with the person who means the world to me, with the person I would give my life for? I need you to answer me honestly. Are you prepared for this question?”

Michael didn’t answer. Instead, he gulped and widened his eyes. If he didn’t already fear Tommy, he sure did now.

“I asked you a question, god dammit! You answer me or I’ll make you answer me!” Everyone, really everyone, either gasped or flinched. It was known. Tom didn’t yell like that unless he was very very very serious. Pol would’ve normally stepped in to defend her son, but she too was curious and somewhat hesitant now that Thomas was red as a tomato.

“Y-yes?”

“Do you love her?”

“W-what?”

“Do you love her!!?”

Y/n’s hand thrusted itself into Michael’s. Now even she was scared for him.

“Yes! Yes I do! I love her with all my heart!”

“Would you die for her? Or rather, protect her with your life?”

“Yes! Yes to both of those!”

“Would you ever lie to her or have an affair?”

“No!” He was squeezing Y/n’s hand. His hand was sweaty, and also red from how tightly he was gripping hers.

She took it as the last straw. Seeing both of her boys fight pained her to an extreme measure. Knowing that it was because of her, even a little bit, pained her just the same. “Enough! Thomas! Michael! I am in love with Michael, he has made it clear that he is in love with me! He is kind, listening, caring, loving, protective, and overall and amazing man. I want to spend the rest of my life with him. And I love you Tom, you’re my best friend and you always have been, so please. Don’t let him and I being involved change our or your relationship.”

She finished her sentence, plopping back down and sighing loudly before digging into her food. The rest of the family, not including Michael or Thomas, slowly eased back into eating their food. They still felt the tension, so it was a very quiet dinner.

A smile formed onto Y/n’s face when she felt Michael’s hand rub her back. She leaned into his arm and thanked him. After she finished scolding the boys, she sat back down with teary eyes and Michael was the first to notice.

Thomas froze. The sight in front of him, Michael comforting Y/n as she sobbed silently into his shoulder...it all clicked into place. Her nervousness, Michael’s collars, the giggling and freak out when Thomas was trying to deliver the invitations. She was head over heals for Michael.

He sat back in his seat beside Y/n. His arm rested above Michael’s, rubbing her back as well. Y/n turned and faced Tommy with red puffy eyes that made his heart ache. He really hurt her that badly? She spoke up, and what she said shocked Tommy greatly. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry Y/n/n, I should be the one who’s sorry.”

“Y-you’re not mad?”

“Close, but not quite.” He repeated her answer from Polly’s previous question.

Y/n opened her mouth to speak but closed it and squinted. Visibly in thought, he murmured to herself. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not mad, I’m more...protective. Ya know? If he hurts you...don’t think that just because he’s my cousin I won’t shoot him dead.”

“Like hell you will!” The table burst into laughter due to Polly’s comment. Michael and Thomas this time as well. Y/n smiled genuinely. She was proud of her work. While Tommy was chuckling and distracted, she turned her head to him and tackled him in a hug.

“Thank you Tom-Tom.”

“Of course Y/n/n. I just want you to be happy, safe and loved.”

She let her smile drop and an eyebrow raise. “You’re still gonna beat him up a bit, aren’t you?” The question was more of an observation. A very accurate observation.

“You are one-hundred percent correct. Now finish your food and enjoy some family time.”

[choisgirls]

Circles. {Saeran}

A/N: Time for my yearly angst drop LMFAO

TW: Abuse in many forms mentioned, such as hints at physical, emotional, and verbal.

Based on the song Circles by Post Malone

The bags under his eyes were heavy, a deep midnight. It—no, he—or was it just ‘it’? He didn’t know anymore, if it were his fault or a mixture of theirs as well, he just knew it was getting too much to handle.  

Saeran did it again, yelling and knocking their shared furniture over. He couldn’t hear the words leave his mouth over the terrifyingly loud thud of his heartbeat in his ears. He could hardly see through the crimson glass or the burning of tears, he just saw enough to know they were a mirrored image. Saeran was not stupid—but he was desperate. The only way to get them to talk anymore was picking a fight. He’d go back to who he was, if he got a glimpse of a reminder of their long nights, soft touches, and gentle whispers. Saeran will be the bad guy if it gives him the memories of what they used to be. He figured he couldn’t be what they needed so long as he was broken; he couldn’t love them like they needed. They apparently couldn’t do that either.

Saeran could look out the window and watch his flowers bloom, the sun take longer to set, and even watch the leaves change colour—the space between the two of them always felt as icy as the depth of winter. All their words felt like icicles and the silence blanketed like snow, suffocating him only to melt and drown instead. He could no longer breathe, and apparently, neither could they. With a chance to expel liquid from their lungs, they’d kiss and make up, warming their bodies the only way they knew how anymore; soft whispers and desperate kisses, Saeran would wake to find his bed empty once again. A new day brought the same routine; the fans feeding the flames only cause him to choke on the smoke that replaced the water in his lungs. Hearing their voice scream at him was better than not hearing it at all, he thought.

“I’ll change,” they whispered against his skin, hoping to coax him back into their dance, “I promise.”  

A ring of fire, dance of death, and smudges of burns across both of their bodies. The cold that followed hurt the worst.

They held his hand so gently, fitting their fingers in between his, only to drag him through thorns. Their words hurt, cutting deep and never getting time to heal before it’s done again. He was just as bad, he knew, though he wished he weren’t. Days he stayed silent were worse; they’d come at him relentlessly, hoping to make him return the gesture. What was once a gentle bloom was now a raging briar bush; he remembered that flowers tend to thrive with gentle language—he understood now why the flowers sitting in the vase on their nightstand had wilted. He grew so tired of watering dead plants only to receive thorns that caused him to cry out; he’d wait and hope the rain watered them instead, though rain never came, and the lifeless flowers would call him a murderer.  

“I love you.” The words rang through his head, almost a forgotten memory. “You and I will make it.”

Where had those words gone? Where was the sentiment behind them? Where had his love gone? He warned them several times before giving up that loving him would never be easy, yet they pressed and pressed, wrapping his heart in such heavenly words and shielding his eyes with blinding endearment. He was special, they told him, love that could never be achievable by anyone other than the two of them: all just pretty words passing through sinful lips that dragged him to bed each and every time. Praises and sunlight only touched his skin so long as his heart bled on satin sheets. Words would bounce off of ice and occupy his mind while MC occupied the space beside him in bed throughout the night, only to keep him up like coffee. Maybe he did need some coffee.

Keeping tallies for cups of coffee had or nights awake were useless at this point. He’d refuse a shirt or a robe, welcoming the cold shock of the counter against his gut like a familiar punch. He’d look into that mug that warmed his hands, and swirl the contents inside around, hoping for a clear answer to show up as though it were a crystal ball. Some nights, it was the only voice he had. Saeran would never finish a single cup, continuously filling it up or simply allowing the remaining half to grow cold. He realized now that MC never finished one either.

“I get it.” They didn’t. “I’m here for you.” They weren’t.  

Maybe that’s what shattered the moon. Well, he thought, the moon hasn’t shattered—but wasn’t it plausible for it to be close? Surely it could only take so many hits, suffer through so much pain in the form of craters, before giving up on loving the Earth? Couldn’t it be possible that the Earth’s neglection to how hard the moon had tried to protect it caused its downfall? Saeran shined like the moon, going through the waxing phases of himself to expose himself entirely as he was full; MC became the Earth who only saw him at face-value.  

His therapist told him, “Try talking.” How was he to do that when all that ever came out were screams? “Try explaining.” What good did it do to speak during a dead winters night when everyone has locked themselves into their warm homes?  

So, like the moon, he suffered alone. Going through the phases of himself alongside the phases of their love, suffering in silence when his throat grew tired of yelling. And like the moon, he accepted every hit hurled towards him—words, or whatever else. Quietly, he’d look at the flowers in the garden that slowly started to wilt no matter how hard he tried to keep them alive. Waning gibbous.

He’d grow openly insecure, apologizing and telling them they had deserved better. He could no longer muster any energy to match their anger. He’d play the dirty game—manipulation within pain is easy to achieve—it was only him, after all. What would they lose if they left him? The venom leaving his lips only seemed to poison himself from within, instead. Third quarter.

Their threats grew more and more mundane as the days passed. The fire inside them seemed to die down now that he’s distanced his. Slowly, they started to avoid one another. Sleeping on alternate schedules, avoiding routes, anger and aggression behind movements to make noise that replaced the words they used to say. Those satin sheets never saw another drop of Saeran’s heart.  

One night, he made coffee. They leaned over the same counter beside him, their own mug rapidly cooling within their hands. Broken whispers, silent tears and shaking hands. A question, an answer, a decision. Never an apology. Waning crescent.  

Guilt. Saeran can smell the emotion a mile away, though it didn’t come from him. The chips on his shoulders were now steel spikes, and he folded into himself to protect himself from low blows. He could feel it—his old self—angry, hurt, and defending himself the only way he knew how. He didn’t want to be here anymore. Pleas, begging, broken sobs were muffled behind the door to his heart, but he had already lost the key. “Please, don’t leave.” They ask him. “We can work it out.” They’re wrong. “I love you.” They lie.  

Saeran supposed that, maybe flowers were meant to die. Once you cut them off, the rest of the bush starts to grow once more, and flourish much more than it had before. Stronger, vibrant, gorgeous. It took time for new ones to grow, and all he had to look at now, however, was an empty, withering shell of what was once beautiful. It made him feel hallow. It was only just him, what had it mattered?

“Let it go.”  

New moon.

[laws-yellow-submarine]

A Special Kind of Magic

I know it’s literally the last day for One Piece of Summer stuff, and I’m one of the people hosting it, but I really wanted to write this and it fits and it’s within the deadline soooo here ya go lmfao I have a lot of writing I wanna get done this week, and I feel pretty good about this, so I’m hoping that confidence and drive continues! @doctorgerth​ feel free to add this to your masterlist if you’d like!

Characters: Zoro/OC (Hazel, and it’s really more hinted at lol)

Word count: 1440

Might actually consider adding this into Together With Fruit at some point if I feel it fits well enough, but otherwise it’s considered non-canon to the fic; timeline placement would be post Arlong Park, pre-Loguetown!

"Hazel! Look at this!"

Hazel blinked at the sheet being shoved in her face, taking a step back to see it clearer. Luffy continued waving it through the air, his enthusiasm getting in the way of any common sense he may have (and there was very little to begin with). "Well stop waving it around, you noodle, and let me see it!"

"Fireworks!" The boy said instead, pulling the advertisement away to beam at her with wide, excited eyes. "We have to go! CanweCanweCanweCanwe-!"

"Alright!" Hazel shouted, though there was laughter in her voice. "I'd double check with Nami first, though. The way the wind's been blowing has me nervous."

Luffy nodded, taking back off through the galley door to find their navigator. Hazel watched him go with a smile on her face before turning back to her notebook, sucking her cheek between her teeth as she stared at the page. Two hours and the sentence had yet to write itself.

She heaved a great sigh, sliding her hands down her face and pouting at the wall. Maybe a fireworks show was just what she needed. 

Nami gave them the all clear about two hours before sundown, and the pirates excitedly decided to make a picnic out of it. This meant they needed to pick up extra supplies. They split the job evenly: Nami and Usopp would procure a picnic blanket, sparklers, and find the perfect spot on the beach to watch the fireworks from. Sanji and Luffy would find food and plan the meal (much to the cook's dismay as he watched the navigator turn away with a wink). That left Hazel and Zoro with the most important task: booze. 

"Don't get more than we need, and stay close to the beach! I'm not missing the fireworks just because we had to come looking for you two!"

The pair merely rolled their eyes at the girl's scolding. "Just don't move the ship this time and we'll be fine," the swordsman whined, already squinting against the verbal lashing Nami gave him. 

"That has never happened! Just - don't get lost!" And she turned away, grabbing Usopp by his overalls, and stomped down the street. 

"What's her problem?" Zoro asked, scratching his ear as the two walked away. Hazel laughed and shook her head, grabbing him by the elbow in an effort to lead him to the nearest bar.

"She just worries," she said, enjoying the pink in his cheeks at that notion. "Come on, let's hurry so we don't miss anything!"

Unfortunately for them, it appeared everyone in town had also decided on a picnic. The first three bars they went to were already sold out of their extra stock, and were either unable or unwilling to part with more. They wove their way through the town, getting farther and farther from the Going Merry. By the time they found someone with booze to sell, the two were on the complete other side of town.

"There you kids go!" The barkeep said, loading three full crates of beer into Zoro's arms. "It's a good thing you brought this strong fella along, huh Missy?"

Annoyed, Hazel took all three crates from Zoro, turning her nose up as she walked out the door without another word. "Alright, you've made your point," the swordsman said as he joined her outside. "Hand 'em over."

"No. My pride's at stake."

"You can't even see over them…"

Sure enough, the top of the pile reached just over her head, and to the passerby she probably looked like a walking box with purple curls. "Whatever! I don't need to see, I know exactly where we are!"

"Then lead the way."

He followed her down the street, the crowd parting for three beer crates on legs; they curved around building after building, until finally Hazel came to a stop and said: "We're back! See? Easy!"

"Uhh Hazel? Where are we?" The violet-haired woman peeked her head around her cargo, blinking in surprise when instead of a sheep figurehead and the smiling faces of her brother and crew, she saw only trees. 

"Hey, who moved the dock?!"

"I told you to let me carry it. I should've led."

"You don't get to criticize me about getting lost!" She scolded, setting the boxes down to get a better look at her surroundings. It was beginning to get dark; the fireworks would be starting soon.

Nami was going to kill them.

"Ok, this is fine, we'll be fine…" Hazel muttered, spinning in all directions. Zoro stood back, waiting to step in if she started to spiral. Just as he thought she might lose it, the woman suddenly stopped, pointed in the direction she was facing, picked up the crates, and yelled: "This way!"

"Do you actually know which way you're going?" Zoro asked as he scrambled after her. 

"Nope!" She answered cheerily. "But if we go this way, we may see something that'll help us figure out where we are!"

Before long the ground tilted beneath them, indicating a hill; Hazel declared this was perfect, as higher ground would give them a bird's eye view. Zoro only grunted, ready to get back to the ship and take a nap.

When they reached the summit, Hazel set the crates down and stretched out her arms. Her eyes scanned the sea below, turning in a circle as she looked for any signs of their ship. She felt Zoro step up beside her, his tanned skin brushing lightly against hers as he stepped just a little too close. 

"Anything?" She shook her head.

"Nothing," Hazel groaned, biting her cheek as she pouted. Just then they heard a loud BOOM! and the night sky lit up in a shower of colorful sparks. They had a perfect view, high enough that the buildings couldn't block anything out. 

As another cannon went off, Zoro sat on the ground, pulling Hazel from her awe when she heard the clinking of glass bottles. "What are you doing?"

"Why waste good booze?" The swordsman answered, offering her a bottle. She shook her head politely, preferring to stay sober until they found their way back, and she sat beside him as he began to drink.

The cliff continued to light up under the colorful fireworks display, while the pair watched in comfortable silence. Hazel glanced at her companion, mesmerized by the way the lights danced across his face.

There's a sense of magic one finds only in the clearest parts of the forest, when you find yourself free of society's expectations. It's a magic that touches your soul, reveals the deepest parts of yourself; and if you're not ready to receive it, you won't even know it happened.

As the fireworks built into a finale, that magic poked a curious finger into the pirates' hearts. Their eyes met, breaths held, and as the sparks danced across the night sky, so too they danced between the people sitting in that clearing. But, alas, they weren't ready, and as soon as the magic peeked its head in, it pulled right back out again. The fireworks disappeared, leaving behind a smattering of stars and confusion through the smoky haze left behind. The swordsman and the record-keeper stood, dusted themselves off, and strode towards the cliff's edge to once again look for their crew.

"Hey, wait! I think I see the docks!"

As the crowds left the beach behind, the wooden edge of the docks came into view. Hazel couldn't see much from where she stood besides the end of a pier, but at least they had a direction!

"How in the hell did you finish that whole crate? We weren't even here that long!" Zoro shrugged, smirking as he picked up each crate; she didn't even have the heart to scold him. Instead, she looped her arm in his, guiding him in the direction of the pier, grinning despite his protests.

She heard Nami's scolding long before she actually saw her, giving the girl a quick apology before heading inside the galley. Hazel smiled apologetically at Zoro as she left him to the navigator's wrath, and was surprised to find him softly smiling back. Shaking her head, she continued inside, padding over to the table. 

Her notebook was still propped open, page just as empty as she'd left it; but this time when she picked up her pen, she found no resistance. Her hand moved across the page so quickly, you'd think she'd catch fire. 

Though she hadn't been ready for the clearing's gift, it seemed she'd been left something magical after all, even if she didn't yet realize it.

[connversetheuniverse]

steven and connie's first live concert as a couple

I screamed when I got this prompt, thanks anon! As someone who is obsessed with attending concerts, this was awesome to write. Inspiration drawn from all 53 gigs I have attended lmfao. Shoutout to all the independant venues with sticky floors. I hope you enjoy! I also doodled...sorry...

“I can’t believe you got tickets! I thought this was a sold-out show!” Connie gleamed with excitement as they stood outside of the small venue.

“My dad’s getting pretty good at making connections in the industry. He says it’s all about who you know, not what you know.” Steven chuckled as he readjusted his shirt.

“Thank you so much! This is going to be so much fun, I hope she plays Distance. Every single one of Emily King’s songs is perfect to study to, she’s pretty much all I’ve been listening to this past year.” Connie gripped onto Steven, wrapping her arms around him as they stood in line. She was so excited to see her favourite artist and go to her first concert with Steven now that they had been officially dating for quite a while.

Steven had been spending a lot of time travelling, but he always came back to spend time with Connie. Emily King was playing in the state across from Connie’s college, they hadn’t found out about the concert until it was too late and the tickets had sold out. Luckily, Steven begged his dad to ask around and keep an eye on any tickets which proved successful as Connie received two tickets in the mail as a surprise. Steven picked her up and away they went - to an intimate venue in the middle of a large city.

The couple shuffled in the queue before they were searched by security and given back the stubs of their tickets. Connie already knew the exact place on the wall of her dorm room where the ticket stub would sit once she returned.

Once they were in the venue Steven immediately noticed his flip flops sticking to the floor of the venue. It didn’t bother him too much, it just showed the authenticity of the independent venue.

They both managed to find a space to stand to the right of the stage - the perfect position for a concert. Steven didn’t want to lose Connie in the crowd but still managed to make his way to the bar and back without getting too lost.

“I got you some water. I’m no expert, but is a bottle of water supposed to be $6?” Steven furrowed his eyebrows at the open bottle of water before passing it to Connie. Connie looked down at the bottle and laughed.

“You’re supposed to ask for tap water, that way you get it for free! Standard bottled water capitalism, it’s all about supply and demand. They can charge you more for drinks in the venue because you can’t bring anything in, but people still need to stay hydrated. It’s both incredibly smart and also kind of evil...” Connie explained as she shouted over the music playing between the sets.

“Oh...did I just get scammed?”

“Essentially - yeah.” Connie smiled before taking a sip of the overpriced water.

Steven and Connie turned their attention to the stage as the lighting changed within the venue. It was finally time for Emily King to come out and perform. Steven nudged Connie before reaching into his pocket and pulling out two sets of earplugs. Connie smiled as she grabbed two and placed them inside of her ears, Steven closely followed suit. Protecting your hearing at concerts is no joke.

Everyone cheered as Emily King appeared on stage. Some water spilt over the edge of Connie’s bottle as she clapped and cheered in excitement. Steven shouted loudly to join in with the crowd.

Connie’s excitement for the concert was rubbing off on Steven. Unlike Connie, Steven only knew a handful of songs and that was only because Connie insisted that she used the auxiliary in his car whenever they were together. Steven would have gone anywhere if it meant that they got to spend some time together. With Steven away for the most part and Connie busy studying, it wasn’t very often they met up with each other.

Steven watched as Connie sang along to every single lyric, he was struggling to concentrate on the stage - unable to take his eyes off Connie. She was so...happy. She was so...beautiful.

Steven laughed as Connie held onto his hand and they began to dance together to the music. For someone who was once afraid to dance in front of people, Connie was incredibly good at letting her hair down in the crowd. They continued to encourage each other to dance more and more, holding each other for the slow songs and dancing erratically for the slightly more upbeat ones.

They were both pretty surprised that they hadn’t accidentally fused as Stevonnie. However, it seemed in that moment they needed Steven and Connie - not Stevonnie. They were having too much fun together - apart.

By the time that the set was over both Steven and Connie were drenched in their own sweat. The venue had become incredibly warm and everyone began to calm down as the night came to a close.

Connie was ecstatic and was convinced that she had one of the best nights of her life. Seeing her favourite artist and spending some quality time with her boyfriend? It was amazing. There wasn’t quite anything that could compare.

Connie wanted a keepsake from the concert, so they both lined up for t-shirts before leaving the venue. The cool air hit them, a relief from the stuffy room that they had been trapped in for the last couple of hours.

Once again, they stood outside of the venue and made sure that they had everything. They didn’t want to leave anything behind, they were pretty far away from Connie’s college.

“So, was it good?” Steven grinned, knowing exactly what Connie’s answer would have been.

“Was it good? Steven! It was amazing! She even played Distance and Can’t Hold Me. She was amazing live, I hope we can see her again when she comes back.” Connie excitedly exclaimed as she hugged Steven once again, this time more of a sweaty post-concert hug.

“I’m really glad you enjoyed it.” Steven commented as they held each other close.

“Thank you for coming all this way! It’s been really nice spending time with you.” Connie blushed slightly as she glanced away from Steven shyly.

“I want to spend time with you all the time - we should do this more. You’re really good at dancing!” Steven grinned as the couple held each other incredibly close outside of the venue.

“We’re really good at dancing.” Connie chuckled, knowing she may not have had the confidence to enjoy herself as much as she did without Steven being there. She was so glad that Steven got into the music as much as she did.

Steven couldn’t quite concentrate, his mind wandering as he gazed into Connie’s eyes. He was completely smitten. There was no way that he could even begin to describe how he felt about Connie. However, there was no doubt about one thing - they were madly in love with one another. They always had been and always would be.

There was a silence shared between them both. They stared into each other's eyes, completely lost in the other person’s presence. It had been a while since they had been this close, especially with them both being so busy with their own pursuits.

“We shou-” Before Steven had even finished his sentence Connie had pressed her lips against his in a spiral of emotion.

Steven closed his eyes and pulled Connie in closer. Steven had wanted to kiss Connie like this for years and now that they were finally dating...they could kiss whenever they wanted. They both loved one another more than words could explain.

The kiss lingered for much longer than either of them had originally expected, it seemed as if neither of them wanted to let go of the moment. Finally, they both gently unlocked their lips - keeping their foreheads together as they both smiled with their eyes closed. Every single kiss they shared felt like the first all over again.

“Do you want to go and find somewhere that’s still serving milkshakes?” Connie questioned as she gently moved away from Steven to get a better look at his face.

Steven blinked rapidly as she moved away, his lips slightly ajar. Connie reached up and gently brushed her thumb against Steven’s bottom lip.

“Yes....” Steven sighed with a smile, still unrecovered from the kiss. He always became so shell-shocked by the experience.

“Well, we’d better go before they close!” Connie grinned, reaching down to grab Steven’s hand to help guide him down the street. She knew after a kiss like that he would have been a blubbering mess for the next couple of minutes and that was okay…

It was one of Steven’s many ways of saying ‘I love you’.

[daffophils]

SKAM ESPAÑA SEASON 4 REACTIONS SO FAR

finally getting around to watching skam españa season 4 and i would like to document some of my thoughts after having just finished episode 4 bc i basically have no one to talk to about it lmao. pls note that these are all just initial reactions after watching the first 4 episodes and my opinions could very much change after finishing the show and thinking about it more. warning for spoilers:

these episodes are quite long and i feel like the pacing is a bit strange

dani and amira together is very wholesome and i just want both of them to be happy

i was nervous at first for how they were going to handle their relationship and (so far) i’m really happy and impressed that they are talking everything out whenever something happens and their connection is felt so strongly through the screen

when amira met dani’s friends it was really hard to watch but to see him really try and do everything he can to make her comfortable is admirable

and when i said i was impressed they’re thoroughly talking everything out i meant it especially when amira overheard those two ignorant girls in the bathroom. i thought that was going to become a whole thing But It Didn’t.

i’m pretty upset with cris because she has been such a shitty friend basically this whole time and this remake in particular does a great job of making us feel what amira feels when she’s around her friends. i love the girl squad but none of them are being all that great to amira. they’re assuming she’s fine with everything they do when she isn’t and they actively are aware of when they’re being shitty and inconsiderate to her but don’t take accountability and brush it off because they KNOW amira is a forgiving person and their excuses are shit like “i’m sorry i was so drunk”

i was put off by dounia’s character initially and the conversation between her and the girl squad was necessary but i also cringed a bit because it was so awkward

i have faith that dounia will be in my good graces again soon but based on the way she reacted to finding out about her and dani it’s unclear

i understand kasim’s difficult situation however he is handling things so so so fucking badly and i think it’s so unfair that he literally just met amira and he’s dragging her into his complicated bullshit and ruining HER relationship with dounia

like bro he was actually trying to make HER feel guilty at the park with lucas that made me so mad

and lucas not helping AT ALL being all like “girl it’s not that big of a deal is it?”

and amira said she wouldn’t out him she wouldn’t do that but all of this was so unnecessary just fuckin tell dounia you’re not dating that’s all it’s not hard and it isn’t amira’s problem that dounia keeps setting him up on dates ITS NOT HER PROBLEM also it’s not like amira necessarily wanted to hide her relationship with dani? like she didn’t say that and then kasim just jumped to that conclusion and acted as if she wanted to lie too when she didn’t

as i said before the pacing is a bit weird and i just don’t like these random povs sandwiched in between amira’s i’m sorry. i love norandro i appreciate some of lucas’ story (and i’m assuming they’re gonna show us all of the other characters’ quick side plots too?) but this is amira’s season and it feels a bit forced in a way and it’s making too many episodes too long

for example the clip of alejandro in london facetiming nora? it was cute but so so unnecessary. idk. i ship them but this sort of thing would have been nice to resolve in nora’s season. we didn’t need that clip and we could’ve just had the one where alejandro was waiting outside of lucas’ party bc that makes sense since amira found him there.

also some of these clips really drag on? just the way some of them are shot i think? like to a point where it’s not enjoyable to watch and there are certain times where silence goes on for way too long and i can tell the silence is meant to be purposeful but it ends up just being uncomfortable

overall so far what i’m gathering is that everyone is UP AMIRA’S ASS for basically NO REASON!!!!!!

cris? UP HER ASS ABOUT DANI

kasim? UP HER ASS ABOUT COVERING FOR HIM

dounia? UP HER ASS ABOUT KASIM

just fucking leave her alone she did nothing wrongggg

and that concludes my initial thoughts on season 4! I will probably make another post once i’ve finished the season or maybe before that. hope u enjoyed lmfao.

[tamarastevie]

Happier

Pairing - Matthew Daddario x Reader.

A/N - lmfao hi guys!! i apologise for disappearing on you like that! i just kinda got over matt, i suppose. but this was sitting in my drafts for ages, and i wanted to finish it! feel free to drop in a request for billy hargrove, i’ll do my best to write it! this was heavily inspired by Ed Sheeran’s Happier. I’m sorry for the angst!

Words - 1474.

Matthew was walking down the street when he saw his gorgeous ex-girlfriend walking into a bar with another man. He let out a deep sigh and entered the same bar since he was meeting his friend, Dominic Sherwood there.

It’s been a month since Y/N and Matthew separated. His work was getting the best of him and he was letting all of his frustration and exhaustion out on her. She wasn’t an angel either; her family issues were getting the best of her too. With her parents constantly pressuring her to get good grades, and get a decent job all while irritating her to talk to Matt about getting married and settling down.

Eventually all of these unspoken things brought their relationship to a downfall. Their relationship didn't end the nicest way possible. The two were screaming at each other at the top of their lungs, until finally, Matthew stormed off from Y/N's flat, and never returned.

The two haven't seen each other since. At least, until now. Y/N hadn't acknowledged Matthew's presence, since she didn't see him. As soon as he saw her enter, he fled to a nearby ally. He dialled up Dominic's number and awaited for him to answer, "Come on! Pick up you fucker!" he let out a sigh of relief after his friend answered on the third ring, "Dude, what's up? Where are you?" his friends British accent was heard through the phone.

Matt scratched the back of his neck "I-I'm not sure I can go in," he stuttered. Even though he couldn't see it, Dom's brows rose in surprise, "Why not?" Just as Matthew was about to explain himself, Dom spoke again, "Oh my god, dude. Your ex just walked in," the brunette was nodding until he realised his friend couldn't see him nod over the phone, "Yeah, exactly. That's why I don't think I can go inside. Things didn't end the best between us, as you remember all too well."

Dominic shook his head, "Look, whatever happened is in the past. You both are adults and should be able to be under the same roof without tearing each other's heads off. Come in, I'll buy you a beer, and we'll be fine, okay?" Matt let out a sigh of defeat before saying he'll be right there. He hung up and walked back to the entrance of the bar.

Upon entering, a doorbell at the top of the doorframe rang. Nobody really heard it as it was swallowed by the sounds of 80's rock music. The bar was known for its old-timey style. They even had a jukebox, just for show though. It wasn't even plugged in.

There were sets of different tables across the space between the entrance and the bar itself. They were all the same style, but different colour. The core was the same, metallic, round tables that being prepped up by a long neck that was spilt into four at the floor. All the chairs were metallic as well, but they were cushioned.

It also had booths. The booths were more deluxe looking. Wooden brown pressed up against same colour walls. The cushions were a lighter shade of brown. The dark tables were also pushed up against the walls.

Matthew spotted his friend immediately. Dominic was seated on a high bar stool, a beer already in hand and another one placed on a coaster on the table. He walked up to his pal and patted him on the back. Dominic smiled brightly and gave Matt a welcoming hug.

Dominic gestured towards the cold beer standing on the table, indicating it was for his friend. Matthew smiled and thanked his friend for getting him his favourite, promising to repay him with a tequila shot. The blonde tried to wave his friend off, saying it was okay, but the boy shook his head, already ordering two shots.

The two spent most of the time drinking the night away, hiding their sorrows in massive amounts of liquor. And it was working fantastically. At least, it did, until Matt's gaze wandered over the bar and his dark eyes landed on the girl who broke his heart no longer than three months ago.

She was laughing and he head was thrown up. She only did this when she was truly and genuinely laughing. His features softened at the sight of her, and he smiled. Until his gaze moved right and he saw the source of her laughter. His stare hardened and his smile disappeared, being replaced with a frown. His eyes were fixated on the man, thinking that if he'd look hard enough, he'd burn a hole through the man and make him disappear.

Dominic had to pull Matthew away by force, turning his head back to the bar, where he had another shot placed for the two. Matt downed it within seconds, loving the burn in his throat, as it distracted him. Sadly, the distraction didn't last long. Soon enough, Dominic went off with some red-headed girl that hit on him, leaving Matt alone. He waved Dom off when he gave the brunette an apologetic look while being pulled away from the scene.

Matt let his eyes wander once again to Y/N. She seemed so much happier now. Her eyes have regained their shine. Her smile was reaching to her eyes once again, her straight toothed smile dazzling everyone who looked her way.

Looking at her reminded him of all their good times together. How wide their smiles were. How happy they once were. Now? Now, her smile was wider when she was with her new guy. How happier she seemed. Matthew smiled sadly, looking at the couple.

He knew he had to get out before he broke down in front of the crown of strangers in the bar. He quickly paid his fare and left the place. He called an Uber and waited for it outside. He was afraid of returning to his flat, but he had no other place to go to.

Once at home, he realised how everything reminded him of Y/N. Every place he looked, he saw her. On his dark brown couch they were once cuddled on. He saw the two of them, she was being pressed up against him, arms around his waist while his was around her shoulders. They were watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

Now the couch felt cold. And empty. He hated sitting there now. Instead, he always sat in the corner of the room, avoiding everything in his place. The place that he once felt so happy in, now broke him with every glance.

Another memory flashed in his eyes. This time the two were cooking together, and Matthew accidentally cut Y/N with a knife. It was a small nick, but he apologised profusely nonetheless. Even after Y/N reassured him that she was fine, he kept going. "Nobody hurts you like I hurt you," he looked at her. "But nobody loves you like I do," he smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Time went on, and he tried moving on, and leaving without her, but he couldn't. All of his friends kept telling him that he'll move on with someone new as well too. But he tried, he tried going on dates, tried dating apps, but to no avail. Nothing worked, he couldn't get Y/N out of his head.

He wanted to message her so badly. Tell her how much he missed her, how much he needed her back in his life, in his arms, but he couldn't. He kept telling himself how happier she is now. He didn't want to ruin that for her. So he did what he thought would be best.

Matthew decided to wait.

He was going to wait until her new lover broke her heart. And if he won't, he'll keep waiting anyway. Matthew didn't want someone else. He couldn't bring himself to get over Y/N. He was still in love with her. He adored her in every way possible and he couldn't live without her.

Just the thought of her not going back to him if he ever decided to reach out to her broke him. He was so afraid to face the truth so he ran from it. Whenever someone asked him about his love life, he said he was waiting for the right time to ask. He never mentioned what he was going to ask.

And that's how he spent the rest of his life. Waiting. For the right moment to message her again. For the moment that her new lover would break her heart and he'd be there to mend it. He didn't know if such a moment would come, but he wasn't going to give up on her. He was going to keep on waiting, even if it meant forever.

[fanficobsess3d]

Just The Way You Are

summary; it’s hard not to listen to the shit the northsiders spit at you (even though you are a northsider), because it’s unrelenting torture. Sweet Pea can tell that something’s wrong, but you just refuse to tell him.

warnings: fluff, swearing (uh, duh, it’s sweet pea did you really expect any different lmfao), possibly triggering if you’ve been bullied before or have issues with weight at all

word count; 8k

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The first time that Sweet Pea noticed that something was off with you, it was a cloudy Tuesday night - two weeks after the merge of the schools. It had been raining all day and everybody had felt like the sun had completely disappeared with how dark it had been, but he was still concerned about your attitude. You typically loved the rain - the smell, the sounds, the aesthetic of it - it was one of your favorite things about the outside world.

So needless to say, when you came into his trailer looking dead tired and on the verge of crying, he was concerned.

“Babe,” he started, setting his bottle of beer down and standing up to take large steps towards you. He took his face in your hands, moving your head around slightly so he could look up and down your body to try and find what was wrong. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you sniffled, nudging his hands out of the way and plastering on a smile you hoped was convincing enough to ease his worries, pulling your jacket off to hand on the coat rack near the front door, nudging your backpack towards his small dining room table,” I’m just tired, I was up all night studying. I’m just stressed, babe.”

He knew how you got when you were stressed, and this wasn’t it, but if that’s all that you said was wrong, he would leave it at that.

You were typically a very honest person, very blunt and to-the-point, so it was unlikely of you to beat around the bush. And he knew that if something was really wrong, you would immediately tell him, because you both had an honesty policy; a policy that went into effect after Sweet Pea had almost died on a dangerous job that Penny Peabody had gotten involved in, a job that he hadn’t told you about.

He was trying to protect you from his dangerous life, but that had almost gotten him killed. Needless to say, nothing was ever kept from each other now.

But if you said it was just a night of studying that was stressing you out - in all honesty, you did look stressed, but normally you didn’t look this bad over assignments - then it was just a night of studying

The next time he noticed you looking so upset and “stressed” again, was no more than a week later. It was Friday, which was normally one of your favorite days of the week, but there you were, sitting beside Sweet Pea in ninth period English, looking like you’d rather be anywhere but on this planet. You had been in your seat for all of two seconds before you were laying your head on your crossed arms that you had placed on your desk.

And English was one of your favorite subjects, so you never hated coming to this class. Needless to say Sweet Pea’s boyfriend senses were tingling.

The teacher was lecturing on the metaphorical devices used in the Great Gatsby, but Sweet Pea could not have cared less. He adopted the same position that you were in, crossed arms on the table, head resting on them, before turning his head towards you and smiling softly. “You know,” he began in a soft whisper, watching as your head tilted slightly his way to hear his voice better, “I think Jay Gatsby would be very offended that you weren’t listening to all of the devices in his book.”

“Jay Gatsby can kiss my ass.” you retorted, sighing before you tilted your head towards him, giving him a small smile once you saw the twinkle in his eye that never failed to lift your spirits.

The smile that lit your mouth didn’t fool him though, because the smile quickly fell of of his and he was looking at you with a dark tint in his eye that he only got when someone threatened his family, “Are you okay?” he asked, tilting his head towards you once he saw that the teacher had glanced at them questioningly before continuing with her lecture.

“Yeah?” you asked, tilting your head in confusion, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“No offense babe,” he started, wincing when you lifted your eyebrow, “but you look like you’d rather jump into a vat of boiling toilet water than be here right now.”

“Wow,” you started, rolling your eyes with a snort, “thank you for that lovely description, Pea. That’s just what I needed to hear from my oh so loving boyfriend today.”

“You know that’s not what I meant-” he started, trying to reign the conversation back in before you got angry. Your temper was very similar to his, and when you got angry, he got angry, so he had to try and calm you down before his concerns went haywire.

“No,” you sighed, turning your head back into your arms, baffling Sweet Pea even more, “I get it, I look like shit.”

Normally if Sweet Pea started a sentence off like that you’d be pissed; but here you were, talking this lying down, turning back in on yourself like a stressed turtle. It was like alarms were going off in his head, you were never this quick to back down.

“I just mean that you look tired.” he relented, pausing to look around the room as kids started to pack up their belongings as it got closer to the bell time.

“I know what you mean, but you’re right - I do look like shit. My damn trig teacher gave us another project due in two weeks and I’m trying to get that done.”

“On top of your Euro essay?” he asked, looking towards you, bewildered.

“Yeah.” you nodded, sitting up to start packing your belongings into your backpack like the other kids. You yawned, pushing your glasses onto your head to rub your eyes tiredly, standing up to throw your backpack onto your shoulder.

He stood up beside you, lifting his backpack onto his shoulder as well before turning back to you. He had opened his mouth to say something, but stopped as he examined you. You... looked different. You looked smaller. He hadn’t really noticed it before, since you typically wear clothes that were more on the baggy side, but you were wearing jeans and a t-shirt today, one of his flannel’s over top of it.

Now that he was thinking of it, your face looked skinnier too, your arms and legs looking thinner. Just above the collar of your shirt he could see your collarbones peaking out more than usual.

Now, let’s just get this out of the way - Sweet Pea did not think that you were fat. At all. He thought you were perfect. Yeah, you weren’t skinny as a stick, but you weren’t unhealthy either. He himself wasn’t 100% muscle, but he was happy with himself, especially when he saw how you blushed when he took his shirt off, which absolutely drove him insane.

But it was concerning to see you this small when you normally weren’t.

He looked back over you again, watching you stretch with another yawn; you were stressed. Normally when you got super preoccupied with something it was easy for you to forget about the other things in the world, like food, or people. It was easy for you to become enveloped in your assignments, so he wasn’t completely concerned.

He knew that once you’d finished your assignments that you’d be back to normal.

For now, he’d just have to wait.

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You were walking to your locker by yourself a few days later, Sweet Pea having skipped the day for another job assigned to him by FP. The school day had ended, and kids were practically sprinting out of the building to get home, a feeling that you had been anticipating yourself.

You had just opened your locker to put on your coat when you heard the laughing.

Your body immediately tensed, movements quickening and breath increasing as you tried to get all of your stuff before they came over here. It was nice when Sweet Pea was here, because no one would bother you here; but without him, you were fair game to them.

“And look who it is!” you heard Reggie call, his posse laughing next to him. You were shoving your books into you backpack at this point, grabbing your last binder and slamming your locker shut. You saw them coming from down the hall towards your right, so you quickly turned left, trying to leave, but found yourself cornered by the girls on the squad.

It was some of the more lower cadets, since Cheryl herself was dating a serpent, but just because she was the captain didn’t mean that everyone listened to her; no matter how much she tried to fight for that power otherwise.

You sighed in anguish, tilting your head back in exasperation.

Fuck. You were fucked.

You turned back once you heard some of the Bulldogs snort at you, staring at Reggie with your eyebrow raised, “What do you want, Reggie?” you asked, clutching at the binder in your hand. The quicker that you got this over with the quicker it would end.

“Just came to see how you and the serpent were doing.” he said, hissing the word serpent like it would give him a disease just from saying it.

“Me and Sweet Pea,” you enunciated his name with a smile, “are doing just fine, Reginald.”

You could see his face tighten in irritation, as the Bulldogs tried to hide their amused smirks; everybody and their mother knew that Reggie hated his actual name. With a burning passion that could rival every fire known to man. Needless to say, it was your go to insult for him since it was just so entertaining to see how much it pissed him off.

“Surprising,” he started, crossing his arms with a slight smirk on his face that scared the living daylights out of you. “Considering that he had eyeballs.”

“And just what is that supposed to mean, Reginald?” you asked, watching as his eyes darkened in anger slightly.

“It means,” one of the girls said behind you, making you turn around to see her, “that we’re all surprised that he’s still with you when you’re so damn ugly and fat.”

It was the same insult with them, every time they saw you. You see, they hated the fact that you were a northsider that was dating a southsider - a serpent, no less. They couldn’t really make you break up, so the best that they could do was isolate you from everyone else, make fun of you, and break you until you guys would break up. It hadn’t been long since the merging of the two high schools, but you and Sweet Pea had been dating for much, much longer than that.

You met two years ago, on the night that your father had stormed out of the house with his belongings, smacking your mother before leaving for good. It had been too much to be around, dealing with his anger issues, so you had left and gotten lost in the southside. Your phone had died, and you had nowhere to go; so you let yourself get lost in the most dangerous part of town. It had started raining, so you hid under some random buildings sidings to try and avoid it.

Once you had stopped, you had started crying - the events from the night getting to you. That was where Sweet Pea had found you, a bruise on your face, tears rolling down your cheeks, looking utterly hopeless. Normally, he didn’t care about who he found in the southside, but you had been dressed far too well to be there.

But there was something about you that intrigued him, something that made him want to take care of you. And it was the same vice versa; something made you curious about the cute, tall, serpent boy that had helped you in your time of need. Needless to say, you let yourself get lost in the southside more often after that.

“Wow, Rebecca, that was a bit nice.” one of the other girls said behind you, startling you out of your thoughts. She turned to you, scoffing as she looked up and down your body before resting on your face, “You look like a hag, honestly. I mean, I knew that some of the Serpents were stupid, but dating you is just plain dumb.”

You rolled your eyes, hiking your backpack up your shoulder again, feeling your eyes start to burn with tears that you hated. You hated being upset over what they said about you, but you couldn’t help it. You knew that you were ugly, you hated how you looked, but somehow, Sweet Pea was still with you, even after all of this time. It was like they knew all of your fears and insecurities and just threw it at you every chance you got.

“Are y’all done? You know, y’all say the same thing every time you see me, you should really get some better insults, guys.”

You could see them all getting irritated, before one of the girls decided to speak up, “You want some better insults?” she asked, glancing down at her smoothie slightly before turning back to you, “Try this on for size then, Serpent Slut.”

You hadn’t had any time to react before she grabbed the lid off of her smoothie and threw it at you, letting the cold, mashed fruit drip down your body. It had been some weird grass smoothie too, so it was green and you were covered in it. You could feel it dripping down your skin, soaking your clothes and the binder that was in your arms.

You could hear them laughing around you, the clicking of phones echoing around you before you had finally had enough and turned around, walking away from them, praying that they’d let you leave.

But the laughing had echoed around you even after you had gone to bed that night.

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Sweet Pea glanced around the Wyrm, listening to some story Fangs was telling the group about some girl who had turned him down in the most hilariously embarrassing way possible.

“And then - and THEN she leaves my ass standing there -!” Fangs continued, reveling in the laughs that were brought out from the group, Toni bent over, cackling, as she prepared some more drinks. Cheryl was next to her, giggling as she cleaned some of the glasses next to her.

“Dude, that girl is wild!” one of the newer serpents said, causing another round of laughs to echo around them.

In the midst of all of the laughs, though, it went unnoticed as Cheryl’s phone pinged with notifications. She picked up her phone, unlocking it before going into her notifications. She gasped in shock, showing her phone to Toni, clicking some more buttons and exploring before she started swearing up and down.

Toni turned to Sweet Pea, watching as his eyes darkened in anticipation,” Dude, have you checked your girlfriend’s Instagram lately?” she asked with a scoff.

“No,” he said, sitting up straighter and watching as she shook her head angrily, “What’s wrong?”

“Show him.” Toni demanded to Cheryl, who handed the phone to Sweet Pea.

He looked over the phone angrily, looking at his girlfriend’s profile. It seemed normal; her aesthetic black and white pictures that she loved to take, pictures of her cats that were like her children, the rare one selfie she had posted that Sweet Pea had demanded she keep up so everyone could see how beautiful his girlfriend was.

He shook his head in confusion, “What am I supposed to be seeing?”

Toni sighed, “Click on her selfie and look at the comments.”

He tapped the picture, going into the comments. Before, when that picture had been posted, he was the only one who had commented on it, spamming it with texts of approval and love, but now, he felt his chest tighten with anger as he saw all of the disgusting, vile comments that kids from the high school had put on it. He could feel his vision turning red, god he hated fucking northside kids.

“Now look at what she’s tagged in.” Cheryl said softly, making him snap his head up.

“What the hell is she tagged in?” he asked, already turning back to the phone and quickly going to the tagged part of her profile. The last twenty pictures that had been posted within the last hour were nothing but his girl covered in some disgusting green drink. There was even a video that someone took of the minute leading up to the drink tossing, and every word made his blood boil.

Even in the video you could see how glass her eyes got when everyone started taking pictures of her; he knew his girl well, and no matter how much she would try to hide her emotions, there were some times when she would feel everything at once and she wouldn’t be able to control it.

“I’m gonna kill every single one of them.” he swore, handing Cheryl back her phone before stomping out of the Wyrm. He ran to his bike, pulling out his phone and blowing up Y/N’s phone with text messages. He knew that she’d be upset right now, but he needed to get her out of the house.

He knew that it wasn’t just stress! He couldn’t believe that those fucking kids were ruining her life like that; god he was so pissed. As he kept sending her texts, every memory that he’d had with her at that damn high school kept replaying through his mind.

The day that the bulldogs had scoffed at them, growling like the mutts that they were when they had walked past; Sweet Pea had thought that they’d done it at him, but now that he’s thinking about it, they were doing it to her too.

The one time the vixens had been walking around the school and had bumped into her shoulder. Sweet Pea normally never hit girls, but he didn’t discriminate in fights, so he’d assumed they’d been going after him. But they literally rammed into her; it must’ve hurt too.

God, how could he have been so stupid? This entire time, the stress, the bags under her eyes, the collarbones peeking out of her shoulders - it explained it all.

He threw his legs over his bike, revving the engine before driving to his trailer.

He knew that she wouldn’t want to do this at her house, or outside, so they needed privacy. And while he was upset about it all, he was pissed at her for lying. Underneath the anger he understood why she hadn’t said anything, but he told her over and over again that he would protect her. It was a blow to his ego - if she didn’t want to tell him, did that mean she didn’t trust him enough to protect her? Did she really not want him involved? He was a serpent after all, maybe he’d just fuck it up, like he always does.

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He had been pacing around his trailer angrily, strained breaths escaping his teeth; god he was so mad. It had taken everything in him not to grab his knife and the other serpents and tear them all apart.

Soon enough, he heard the squeal of car brakes and the slamming of a door before he heard your sprinting footsteps. You hadn’t even bothered to knock before you slammed the door open, panting heavily with worried eyes. Once you had seen him, you quickly slammed the door, running towards him and throwing yourself into his chest.

From his texts, you had assumed he’d been injured or something; you were terrified the entire way over here. You pulled back when he didn’t lean down to reciprocate the hug, looking over his body and fussing like a worried mother hen. “Where are you hurt? Are you bleeding? Do you need a hospital-”

“Y/N, stop.” He demanded, cutting you off immediately. His attitude had startled you, causing you to look up at him in confusion. You flinched back once you saw the anger in his eyes, but it was directed at you, which scared you more.

“Pea what’s - what’s wrong?” you asked, stepping back from him in confusion.

“What’s wrong?” he said, letting out a dark laugh that worried you, “What’s wrong is that my girlfriend is keeping secrets from me!”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest defensively.

“Don’t act like you haven’t seen Instagram, babe, it’s everywhere!” he swore, kicking the couch angrily. Your face paled in response, and he felt bad since he was probably scaring you, but he’d been so angry and so hurt. The only thing that was going through his mind was destroy, destroy, destroy.

“I...” you started, gulping down the tears that were causing a lump in your throat, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He turned to you with a scoff, “Stop the lying, Y/N! Everyone’s seen it!”

You had opened your mouth to retort, but you quickly shut it again, closing your eyes and sighing sadly. You ran your hands through your hair, backing up until you were resting against the dining room table. You took a shuddering breath, trying to hold the tears back, but it was like you were a waterfall at this point.

Your couldn’t stop, no matter how many times you wiped them away, sniffling and coughing, trying to get them to stop. “I’m-” you blubbered, “I’m sorry.”

The second that you had started crying it was like his anger was momentarily shut off. He looked down as his clenched fists, letting them ease back to normal again before he walked towards you, gently pressing your face into his chest and letting you cry.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” You sobbed, clenching onto his jacket in anguish. You felt so bad hiding it from him, but Reggie had threatened the Serpents, if you even thought about telling anyone.

Sweet Pea shushed you in guilt, leaning down to press a kiss on the top of your head. “It’s okay, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled.”

“I should’ve told you!” you cried, shoulders shaking with each sob, “It’s my fault, I just mess everything up!”

His eyes widened as he looked down at you, what the hell were you talking about? You made everything better! You were smart, and gorgeous, and kind, and loving and everything that Sweet Pea would ever need in this world. If anything, he was the fuck up in this relationship. I mean, shit, he literally yelled at you for not saying anything when you literally got a smoothie thrown at you today. God, he was such a dick.

“What the hell are you talking about, baby doll? You couldn’t mess anything up even if you tried.” he reasoned, shaking his head just to hug you tighter. God, with every single sob you let out it felt like his heart was pulsating in pain. He hated when you were upset, it was like your pain was palpable.

You pulled back from his chest, shaking your head in disagreement,” Look at us, Pea! You’re smarter and better than me at probably everything and here we are!” you swore, throwing your arms to gesture to your relationship. You were probably ruining his life in someway; just being near you could give someone enough bad luck to murder an entire population, honestly.

“What the hell are you talking about?” he said in surprise, letting you push his chest away and walk around him to stand in the middle of his living room. He watched you put your hand on your hips, shaking your head and taking deep breaths.

You turned back to him after you had slightly calmed down, biting your lip and sniffling, “Look at us, Pea. Look at me! You could have anybody in this damn town that you wanted, anybody! But you’re with me. There’s something wrong with that, don’t you see it?”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to be seeing,” he said, forehead wrinkling in his confusion. Were you saying that he was better than you? Seriously?

“Look at me! I am the biggest fuck up you could possible find on the northside. I’m ugly and stupid and fat and I don’t even know why you’re with me when there’s a plethora of girls lining up at your fucking doorstep.”

He looked at you in surprise, trying to figure out how to handle this. You hadn’t broken down on him like this before; sure you had talked to him about stuff, showed him your darkest secrets and family problems, but it had never been like this.

“I don’t know if you’re just being stupid, babe, because I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m a Serpent. No one on the northside wants anything to do with me.”

“And I don’t know if you’re being stupid, babe, because I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m literally the worst option of any northside girl to pick from. Hell, I’m uglier than the girls from the damn southside too - I’m just the biggest fuck up in all of Riverdale! If you’re seriously saying to me that nobody from the northside wants anything to do with you, then I might have to call you stupid.”

“Okay, now you’re pissing me off. What the hell are you talking about?” he said, taking another step towards you.

You sighed, throwing your head back and staring up at the ceiling. Damn, he could be so stupid sometimes, it wasn’t even funny.

“I’m talking about how I’m not good enough for you,” you said, startling him out of the silence. He looked at you with his eyes wide, you were being fucking serious? “Everyone constantly tells me that I’m lucky that you’d even fucking look at me; southsider or not. Nobody on the northside wants anything to do with me, I was just lucky that someone wanted me period; but you’re smarter than that. I know you are, Pea.”

“I’m really going to have to beat Mantle’s ass because if anyone’s not good enough for someone here, it’s me.” he retorted, watching you shake your head.

“I’m a disgusting human being, and I honestly get concerned about you sometimes when you tell me that you love me.....” you let more tears trail down your face before you turned back to him, “Are you just with me out of pity?”

The sentence slapped him in the face so hard it made him take a step back; had you really been this damaged by them that you were this convinced of how shitty you were?

“What? How could you even think that?” he asked, taking more steps towards you until your face was in his hands. You shut your eyes, looking down and letting more tears trail down your cheeks.

“Look at us, Pea. I’m the weak one, the ugly one; there’s no point in us being together when I’m messing it all up!”

“That’s why you didn’t tell me?” he asked, looking down at your sobbing figure in surprise, “I thought you didn’t think I could protect you.”

You startled back from his chest, looking up at him concerned, “If I didn’t think that your six foot three inches of nothing but 200 pounds of muscle could protect me, I’d need a mental asylum.”

“So you do trust me?” he asked, blushing slightly as you stared up at him with wide eyes.

“Of course I trust you, dumb ass! Reggie threatened me if I tried to tell!” you blurted out, eyes widening before you slapped your hand over you mouth. You hadn’t meant to tell him that, he would get seriously pissed and you were very concerned with the outcome of that. 

Sweet Pea looked down at you, his eyes growing dark in anger, “He what? What did he threaten you with?” You sighed, shuffling your feet sheepishly, nervously wringing your hands together. If you told him what Reggie was holding over your head, it would just piss him off more, and while you could calm him down, you were still very, very, worried. “Y/N? What did he threaten you with?”

You looked up at him before quickly looking back down, “He said he’d get all of the serpents expelled so that none of you could go to school anymore.”

Out of all of the things that Sweet Pea could’ve guessed for him to threaten you with, that was certainly not one of his guesses. That wasn’t even in the ballpark of his guesses. But honestly, the more that he thought about it, the more it made sense. “Why would he threaten you with that?”

“Because he knows how much I care about you guys; how much I want you guys to learn. You guys are smarter than a lot of people give you credit for, and he knew that I wanted you guys there.” you bit your lip nervously, playing with the skin on by your fingernails.

It was true, though. You had wanted the Serpents there more than anybody else; because Southside High was complete garbage, and none of the serpents would have any future if they went there. You had gotten into a lot of arguments with people while defending them, and Reggie had taken advantage of that.

You hadn’t grown up around them, and you certainly weren’t a Southsider, nor were you a serpent, but they had become your family. When you had met Sweet Pea, they had followed along as well; it was like you were the pretty, shiny new toy. You were smart, and not mean - it was kind of like a miracle, honestly. You had started to help the younger serpents out with tutoring and such, hoping to help them become smarter since Southside High wasn’t teaching them shit. 

You had become an honorary Serpent, without or without the initiation, with or without the damn tattoo. After a year of dating, Sweet Pea had gotten you a silver necklace, a simple chain that held a bright green snake in the middle of it; and it had never left your neck. 

You were his girl, and according to the rules; if a serpent is killed or imprisoned, their family will be taken care of. You were his family, and he would be damned if you weren’t treated like it. 

Sweet Pea grabbed your face in his hands, forcing you to look him in the eye, “Reggie fucking Mantle threatened you with our education?”

You ignored how tight his hands were pressing your cheeks together, nodding, “Yeah.”

The love that he felt throbbing for you in his chest was so overpowering that he couldn’t help but press his lips against yours. Any anger or any sadness that you had felt while you were arguing was completely washed away by the comfort that softened your body into his as his tongue pressed past your lips.

He pulled away, breath heavily panting from his chest, smiling at you softly. He lead you to the couch, laying down to pull you to his chest, lying the blanket over your entwined bodies. You laid across his chest, legs entwined with his, completely unaware of where you ended and he began.

The night had been quiet, nothing but the beatings of your hearts echoing through the night. Until...

“You do know that I’m still going to fucking merk Reggie Mantle, right?”

“You wouldn’t be the man I love if you didn’t.”

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The next morning is full of languid kisses and lingering touches, both of you taking three times as long to get out of bed since neither of you can stop touching the other. It felt like your relationship was different now - it felt more comfortable, more bonded, if you could even call it that. Sure, you guys had only fought, but after telling him what you felt was wrong with you, he still wanted you; and that was the best feeling in the entire world.

That night, you guys stayed up late talking about it; each of your fears, and insecurities. And despite the fact that those would take some time to go away, it already felt like they had disappeared, because now it felt like you both were in this together, like nothing could break you apart anymore.

He agreed that you guys would find some solution with the Bulldogs before the Serpents were blamed for anything, but that would also require talking to the other Serpents, since they were effected too. He promised that he would stop at nothing to absolutely ruin Reggie Mantle and his stupid friends for what they had done to you.

He had thought that you hadn’t trust him enough to protect you, but you had quickly reassured him that you were just protecting him instead. You knew how much his education meant to him, along with the other Serpents; you wouldn’t let one stupid jock ruin all of that progress. You completely trusted him with your safety and defense, but you just told him that this was your battle to defend right now. He could take the next one.

That had gotten you a lot of kisses that night and the next morning.

But eventually, you both had to get up for school, so with a quick shower you both got dressed and headed off, stopping at your house for your backpack and sneaking back out before your mother could hear you.

When you had gotten to the school, you hopped off of his motorcycle, nudging him as he glared up at the building. “Hmm?” he asked, not taking his eyes off of his surroundings.

“Shit, if I’d known that you were gonna turn into a fucking hawk and ignore me then I wouldn’t have told you anything.” you joked, setting your helmet onto his bike, watching his head immediately turn down to you with a smile.

“Hey, this is my battle now,” he quoted you, gesturing towards the school as he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the entrance, “And I always win my battles when it comes to my girl.”

You blushed slightly, head turning down to step closer to him, allowing his arm to pull you closer before wrapping around your shoulder. “I wonder how different it’s gonna be today. This is the first time they’ve posted something online.”

“Well, I don’t know how it’ll go, but I do know that I’m going to beat someone’s ass today, probably multiple, so make sure you’re planned for it.” he said, a cheeky smile on his face as you whacked his chest with the back of your hand slightly.

He walked you to your locker, glaring at anyone who even looked in your direction, sending everybody running with their tails between their legs. Now that he knew what you’d been dealing with, he wasn’t letting anybody get near you.

Never again.

Once you had gathered your stuff, he walked you to your first period trigonometry class, one of your college credit classes that you hated, hoping to keep the smile on your face. You were in the middle of the hall with him, the classroom at the end of the corridor, when the smile fell off his face.

You followed the direction of his eye and gulped when you found the group of Bulldogs at the end of the hallway, conveniently in front of your classroom doorway. You nudged Pea, causing him to look down at you with an eyebrow raised, anger brewing in his eyes, “I know that you’re pissed, but you can’t take all of them on. Talk to the Serpents and figure it out before you end up in the hospital.”

He chuckled darkly, leaning down to press a kiss into your cheek, before leaning down into your ear, “I will take on whoever and however many I have to if it means I get to beat the ass of the guy who’s been making your life hell. No matter how many of them there are, I will make them regret it.”

You shivered as you felt his warm breath trailing down your neck, trying not to clench your thighs together, ignoring his chuckle as he watched your reaction, “Then do it; but do it with the Serpents. I’d rather you not end up in the hospital, babe.”

He looked down into your eyes, glancing over at the Bulldogs congregating outside your classroom doorway before he turned back down to you, nodding with a smile and putting a kiss on your forehead. “Do you still want me to walk you to trig?” he asked, gesturing towards the boys near it.

He didn’t like the idea of sending you down there alone, but he knew that if he went down there he’d do something and fight somebody, which would piss you off. This was his battle to fight, but you were his adviser, and he wouldn’t go into battle until you had both come up with a plan. You guys had already made the mistake of not including each other once, you wouldn’t do it again.

“I’ll go by myself, I can handle them. They won’t do anything to me when so many students are around.” you reassured him, smiling at him softly with a love in your eyes that made his heart skip a beat. “Hurry up and get to history before you’re late.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He said, saluting you before pressing another kiss to your forehead and walking off to find Fangs. You could hear them greeting each other from the end of the hallway, play fighting and rough housing until a teacher broke them up. Their laughs echoed around you, and when Sweet Pea turned to send you a smile, you found the confidence to walk to trig.

Thankfully when you had gotten down there, the boys hadn’t said anything to you, but they didn’t have to with how many glares they sent.

Class went by uneventfully, the day passing by until you were in ninth period English, your only class with Sweet Pea. He threw himself into his seat, sprawling out his long legs in around the desk, leaning back to stare at you with a Cheshire grin on his face.

“What did you do?” you asked, crossing your arms and biting your lip to hide your growing smile. The grin that he had was the grin that he got whenever he was up to something, and damn you if it wasn’t attractive. You clenched your legs together softly, focusing on the words that came out of his mouth rather than the smile on his lips. But his lips were very hard to ignore.

“I haven’t done anything... yet.” he said, a snort coming out of his mouth as you sighed in exasperation.

“Did you talk to the serpents, at least?” you asked, a smile coming onto your face as you grabbed your notebook out of your bag, the bell ringing for class to start.

He nodded, his smile somewhat fading as his eyes darkened in seriousness, “They’re thankful for what you did. Toni’s ready to cut someone’s head off, as is Cheryl; the rest of them just want to beat their asses.”

“Good.” you nodded, sighing in relief, “At least I won’t have to worry about you getting put in the hospital.”

He snorted, “Someone’s getting put in the hospital all right, but it’s sure as hell not gonna be me, baby doll.” there was something about the cockiness in his voice that reminded you of last night, and you turned down to your notebook with a blush on your face as you started to take notes.

You ignored his chuckles as class went on.

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When the bell had finally rung, you had practically sprinted to your locker, trying to get away from Sweet Pea and his god-awful innuendos about last night. It had been hard enough trying to ignore him when he looked good today, but that had been your breaking point.

You panted with a slightly smile as you opened your locker, giggling as you quickly tried to shove your books into your backpack before Sweet Pea could get to you. Since he was so huge, it would take him a minute or two to get through the crowd, but since you were so small, you had easily maneuvered yourself through the traffic.

Plus, your locker was on the other side of the building, so it would take him a minute to get here. When your phone pinged in your pocket, you pulled it out to find a text from him; you can run, but you can’t hide, baby doll

You giggled in anticipation, quickly putting your phone back into your pocket as you grabbed your beanie and pulled it over your head. You shut your locker, turning around to take back off into the hallway when you heard his voice.

“There she is: the resident Serpent Slut!” he called, tendrils of anger dripping through his voice. You turned to find Reggie Mantle, a few of his friends behind him, the girls next to him with their arms crossed over their chest.

“There he is: Reginald the Rat Reject!” you called back, smiling at him in satisfaction as a snort escaped your nose. You could see the anger in his eyes, which only made you giggle more.

“Funny, your Serpent isn’t here.” he said, glancing around the hallway in mock concern, “He knows about our meetings yet he still doesn’t care. How quaint.”

“Funny how you’re so ugly yet you still haven’t been exterminated.” you said, looking at him in a patronizing pity that had you snickering as he got more angry.

The girls that were with him walked past you, looking up and down your form with judgement before scoffing and walking to stand behind your back before you turned back to Reggie

“You’re just asking for this then, bitch.”

“What are you gonna d-” you had started off when you felt your beanie get yanked off of your head, hair being yanked back.

You quickly spun around, throwing out your leg towards the bitch’s stomach and watching as her body fell to the floor. Her other minions reached for you, trying to grab your arms and legs but you just continued to throw them off of you, hitting and kicking and punching until they were gone.

You turned around, about to ask Reggie the question again when you were met with a hard slap that sent you to the ground. You could hear the gasps of the guys behind him, and when you looked up, cheek stinging and eyes watering, your eyes hardened in anger.

You had opened your mouth to retort to him when someone had beat you to it, “Yeah, you’re gonna regret that, mutt.”

It had only taken two seconds for Sweet Pea to launch his fist into Reggie’s face, body flying into the lockers before being punched again, and again, and again.

You could see the Bulldogs looking at each other in question, they hadn’t agreed to hurt you, they just wanted to scare you a little bit. They didn’t like the fact that he had hit you, so they were a bit on the fence about defending him.

You could hear other footsteps before there were hands lifting you to your feet. You turned to find Toni and Cheryl, smiling at them in gratitude as they looked around you to glare at the guys who had tucked tail and run. The other serpents had arrived, along with some of their northside friends; guess they had been too scared to face off with us.

You turned back to Sweet Pea once you heard him grunt again, and found him launching punches into Reggie’s face as he tried to get up. You could see that Reggie was giving up on trying to get away from Sweet Pea’s antics, quickly allowing himself to fall to the floor unconscious as one final punch came from Sweet Pea’s fist.

He stood up, his chest panting with heavy breaths before he stepped over his unconscious body and walked over to you. Toni and Cheryl walked away, gathering the other serpents as Sweet Pea grabbed your face in his hands, looking over the red slap that was still red and burning on your face.

“Come on,” he said, gulping with anger, “let’s get you home before I beat his ass again.”

He walked us out to his bike, quickly sitting on his bike and grabbing the helmet before I grabbed his arm. I smiled at him softly once he looked at me in confusion, leaning over to to press my mouth to his lightly, sighing in content. I pulled back from him, nudging his nose with mine as he tried to lean forward and kiss me again.

“What was that for?” he asked, breath fast and voice rugged.

“Thank you,” you started, pressing your forehead to his. “For protecting me.”

He swore, pressing his lips to yours again, pressing his tongue against yours before pulling back.

“Never thank me for that, baby doll. I love you just the way you are, even if those bastards don’t want me to.”

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Snitched (SMUT)

anonymous said: Can you do some rami and reader fluff or smut pleeaaaseeee

(A/N: this is in a world where you, the reader, play Mary in the movie. We love Lucy Boynton 100%. UPDATE: I literally just found out rami and lucy are dating right after I finished writing this. I have been living under a rock but I also can’t believe the coincidence lmfao okay enjoy its rlly long so skip to the end if you just want smut)

“Who’s first?”

Gwil had taken you all to a karaoke bar near everyone’s temporary housing after filming had wrapped today. Tomorrow was an off day, so everyone was eager to get drunk and have a day to sleep it off. Rami had been gushing all day about it, how he was so excited to experience a little bit of night life in London, but Gwil had ended up getting a private VIP room at Karaoke Box.

Nonetheless, you were excited to spend some more time with Rami away from filming. Being his costar was nice, but throughout filming you’d begun to take a liking to him, and him to you. Joe always made fun of your little flirty moments, and you always had to smack him to get him to shut up before Rami got flustered and backed off. You enjoyed Rami’s attention, despite the hard time Joe gave you for it.

“Me first!” Joe called out, immediately going to choose his song as you all made yourselves comfortable and ordered drinks. Rami joined you on the couch, Gwil to his left, and he relaxed back against the couch as Joe started in with an interesting rendition of Night Moves.

Rami put his arm around your shoulder as you both watched Joe, scooting a bit closer so he could speak to you without yelling over Joe’s voice and the music. “What’d you get?” he asked, gesturing to your drink. Feeling your heart skip a beat at how close he was to you, you decided you were going to play it cool tonight and try not to look too much like a crushing schoolgirl.

You held it out to him, letting him take a sip. “It’s a pineapple mojito.” He made an impressed face after he took the sip, handing it back to you.

“Impressive taste, darling.” He realized what he said as soon as he said it, making a face and then chuckling softly as he swirled his drink around a few times. “Sorry, Freddie’s still in there somewhere.”

“I don’t mind,” you replied, smiling softly. “Although I think I prefer Rami a bit more.” You were pushing it a little bit. Play it cool, you reminded yourself.

He smiled at that, your confidence boosted a bit by your luck so far in flirting with him, but you’d need a bit more liquid confidence to do much more of that tonight. Rami pulled you a bit closer and resumed watching Joe make an ass of himself on the stage, and Gwil ordered a round of shots for everyone, tequila and lime. You and Rami took yours together, Rami making a face after the lime and laughing when you took it like a champ.

“Who are you?” he joked, setting the lime in his shot glass before grabbing his original drink and looking at you like you were an alien to him.

“What can I say, I’ve had a couple run-ins with tequila,” you responded, laughing a little bit at Rami’s curious reaction.

“Oh, do tell,” he solicited, taking another drink and watching you with pure interest.

“Let’s just say that tequila makes me really happy,” you replied, not allowing as much as Rami wanted to hear. He gave you a knowing look, though, and chuckled instead of prying further, wrapping his arm around you again.

Gwil continued to order shots as the night progressed, and you watched Ben and Joe do a few songs before Gwil pulled Rami up for (I’ve Had) The Time Of My Life. Both of them were just drunk enough to attempt a few dirty dancing moves up on stage, which had you in a fit of laughter by the end when Rami rejoined you on the couch.

“I think Gwil tried to put the moves on me,” Rami laughed, ordering another drink although he was clearly starting to feel it already. You were almost buzzed at this point, oh so close, and the shots were definitely encouraging that.

He was about to wrap his arm around you again when your name got called, so you grabbed his hand quickly and squeezed it. “Wish me luck.” He kissed your knuckles for good luck, which made your heart flutter again, and you got on stage to sing Pop by NSYNC. Being on stage and standing up finally made you feel how buzzed you were actually getting, and by the end of the song, you made your way back over to the couch, taking your boots off as you did so.

Rami was laughing at how hard you’d gone during the performance and he immediately gave you a high five, which made you laugh as you imagined how dorky you must have looked. You plopped down next to Rami, leaning against him as you tried to catch your breath, giggling on and off at yourself and how tipsy you were.

“Please tell me I looked as good as I felt up there,” you breathed out, looking up at him as you still giggled softly from the exhilaration of it all. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you as close as possible, grinning as he rested his forehead on yours. So much for playing it cool.

“You looked incredible,” he murmured, half-slurring and half-holding back laughter as his eyes crinkled up at the corner from how much he was smiling. “Dare I say, even better than you thought.”

“Impossible,” you countered, raising an eyebrow playfully before grinning goofily. “I thought I looked sublime up there, and you can’t get any better than that!”

“Well,” he laughed, pulling away a bit and nodding in agreement. “You’re not wrong. You did look pretty matchless.” Your heart soared and you couldn’t help but grin widely at him, wrapping one arm around his waist and resting your free hand on his leg. Relaxing completely against him, you smiled complacently as he started to run his hand up and down your arm soothingly, gently rubbing it.

As you watched Joe, Rami started to talk to you again, his voice a bit lower and more serious than before. “I meant what I said, you know,” he intoned, just to you and you only. “You looked incredible up there. You look devastatingly gorgeous tonight.” You glanced down at your forest green bodycon dress, which you’d covered up with a creamy cardigan that matched your boots. Did he really think you looked that good? He looked good for sure, clad in a blazer, matching trousers, and a button up shirt that looked like the softest material you’d ever seen.

“You think so? I was going to tell you that you looked fit tonight yourself,” you replied frankly, giving him as innocent of a grin as you could muster to offset how straightforward you felt you were being.

Rami smirked softly at that, looking down at you with an otherwise unreadable expression on his face. “Were you really?”

“If we’re being honest, I thought about it as soon as I saw you in the lobby earlier,” you admitted, throwing the whole playing it cool concept out the window at this point. “I just didn’t know how you’d react.”

He was quiet for a moment as he kept eye contact with you, making you somewhat anxious, so you gave him a small smile before turning your attention back to Joe, wanting to die on the spot as you realized how long he was taking to answer your admission.

Rami’s hand rested on your side and he gave it a gentle squeeze to get your attention. Before you could turn to look at him, he leaned down and pushed your hair back a bit, mumbling something along the lines of, "Let’s get out of here.” You shivered a bit as you realized what he meant by that, but any reservations that you had were long gone, so you took his hand and led him out to the limo for the short ride back.

As soon as the limo took off back to the apartment complex, Rami was all over you. Pressing his lips to yours almost aggressively, his hand snuck up to rest on the base of your neck, his thumb resting on the front of your throat. You immediately kissed back, resting a hand on his thigh as you turned more to face him. Although a bit sloppy from both of you being tipsy, the kiss was intense and slow-paced, Rami’s hand never leaving your throat as he guided the kiss, dominating it a bit more than you were prepared for.

You were putty in his hands, his lips soft and supple against your own. When the driver pulled up to the apartment complex, you almost whined as Rami pulled away, quickly pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips before climbing out and holding out a hand for you. Taking his hand, you let him lead you inside and up to his apartment. As soon as the door was closed, he was on you again, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you close as he pressed his lips to yours once again, even more demanding this time.

His tongue flicked across your lower lip, which you submitted to immediately, letting the kiss deepen as he carefully backed you up towards the couch in the living room. You shrugged off your cardigan in the process, tossing it over the back of the chair nearby before pushing off his blazer, your mind running a million miles per minute.

He pulled away for a moment to pick you up and lay you back on the couch as he hovered over you, supporting his weight on one elbow while the free hand roamed down your side.

Gazing at you for a moment, he smirked softly and kissed you quickly before moving his lips to your jaw, then neck, peppering kisses onto your skin along the way. You closed your eyes, relishing the moment, and ran a hand into his hair, curling up your fingers slightly and letting out an audible gasp as he gently nipped at your neck.

“You like that?” he murmured, his voice low and almost incomprehensible. You nodded slightly, opening your eyes as he pulled away again to look at you face to face. He then straddled you for a moment, sitting up to unbutton his dress shirt and pull it off, tossing it to the side. While he did that, you managed to unzip the back of your dress carefully.

Rami let out a low groan of appreciation as you shrugged the dress halfway off and unclasped your bra, shrugging that off too. “You’re so fucking hot,” he murmured, and you almost blushed before leaning forward and kissing him deeply, every nerve in your body on fire.

He met your kiss eagerly, but quickly moved his lips back to your neck as he tried to pull your dress all the way off. Quickly giving up on that, he instead rolled it up to your waist, his hand sneaking back down to push your panties aside, his strong, skillful fingers starting to work against your clit. You let out a quiet noise of appreciation as he did so, his lips slowly working their way down past your collarbone.

These were same lips you’d been kissing day after day for filming, and suddenly it was all real, every bit of it. This was a lot to take in. Holy shit.

As you started working on getting his belt off, Rami slipped two fingers into you, then started to slowly pump them in and out rhythmically. You bit your lip, trying to concentrate, and managed to get his belt and button undone before Rami added another finger, making you gasp and lose concentration completely.

“Oh, Jesus,” you murmured, closing your eyes tightly as Rami rested his forehead on your shoulder, his warm breath against your skin making you shiver involuntarily. Rami’s thumb started to work at your clit quickly, and you moaned softly at the sudden overstimulation.

After what seemed like forever (but was merely minutes) of Rami deftly working at your core and leaving little love bites along your shoulder, he finally relented and pulled his fingers out of you. You whined softly at the loss, but Rami paid no heed to it, trailing his lips down to your breast and quickly running his thumb over your already-sensitive nipple. He then carefully pushed his pants and boxers down to his knees before pulling away from you and standing up to get them the rest of the way off.

You took the chance to push your dress off, taking your panties with it, and Rami fumbled with his wallet for a moment before pulling out a condom and tearing the package open with his teeth. Kneeling between your legs as he did so, he rolled the condom onto his cock before leaning down to kiss you hungrily, his tongue immediately delving into your mouth and tasting you. You let him control the kiss, instead wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your hands on his lower back as he swirled his tongue around yours slowly, savoring the moment.

Pulling back reluctantly, he looked at you and raised an eyebrow. “Kind of late,” he admitted guiltily, “but are you sure you want to do this, sweetheart?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how sweet that was considering the situation, and you nodded, which was all the confirmation he needed. Lining himself up, he started to ease into you, his forehead resting against yours as he concentrated on making sure he wasn’t hurting you too much.

You closed your eyes as he bottomed out in you, and he paused for a moment before starting to roll his hips against you, a gentle beginning. It was a refreshing change from how hurried he seemed in the limo. As he picked up the pace gradually, you let out a soft moan of his name, the feeling of his hips digging into you with each thrust matched by his lips brushing against yours, just barely touching.

He softly groaned in response, burying his face in your neck as he began to speed up, one of his arms supporting his weight over you while his other hand gripped your thigh, pulling it up around his hips so he could thrust deeper into you. By the sounds of his quiet moans and groans, he was already becoming quite undone just from fucking you.

You couldn’t tell whether it was the alcohol or waves of pleasure that were making the room spin, but you tangled a hand into his hair as he began to kiss and nip at your neck again. His body pressed tightly against yours with every thrust, his grip on your thigh firm while his lips remained light against your skin.

Rami’s hips ground against you, more and more needy as the time went on, and your free hand gripped onto his arm for dear life as each thrust intensified the pleasure you were already feeling. He muttered something, mainly to himself, before pulling you flush to his body and wrapping your legs around his hips, maneuvering so that he was sitting on the couch with you straddling his lap.

You took the hint, rolling your hips achingly slow and making him almost whine for more as he looked up at you through heavily lidded eyes. His hands came to rest on your ass, and he dug his fingers into your flesh as you started to slowly fuck yourself on his cock, his head falling back against the couch as his eyes squeezed shut and his lips parted in a silent moan.

You continued to ride him, holding onto the couch on either side of his head for support, and you smiled sinfully when he opened his eyes again, rolling your hips against him harshly and nearly making him choke on his own breath.

“My God, Y/N,” he partially slurred out, looking up at you with a mix of lust, alcohol, and pride in his eyes. “If you want me to last any longer than this, never fucking look at me like that again.”

You giggled at that and rolled your hips again, his own hips involuntarily bucking forward a bit to meet yours halfway. He grabbed ahold of your hips, composing himself as best as he could, and started to meet your downward thrusts halfway with his own, both of you breathing heavily as you got closer and closer to the edge. Rami attached his lips to your nipple again, swirling his tongue around it and sucking on it as you moaned and whined in pleasure, pressing down against him eagerly with each thrust, and it didn’t take long for you to start feeling your climax building up.

You didn’t have time to warn him, however, because a particularly harsh thrust from him sent you over the edge, waves of pleasure rolling through your body as you moaned out his name and a string of curse words. He didn’t stop, though, which made your overly-sensitive core go haywire, and you couldn’t tell if the second wave of pleasure was another climax, or just an extension of the first. Either way, you just knew it felt fucking amazing, and it took all of your remaining strength not to fall over next to him on the couch.

Rami was close now too, the sound of you going over the edge pushing him dangerously close. All he needed was one more push, and you gave him that push. Rolling your hips against his as smoothly as you could manage, you took his face with both hands and forced him to look up at you, smiling mischievously as you rolled your hips again, murmuring, “Fuck, you’re good, Rami.”

His face contorted with pleasure and he moaned loudly as his hips stuttered erratically. Burying himself inside of you, he came with a wild, coarse groan of your name. Riding out his high, he pressed your body to his, kissing you desperately in an attempt to silence some of the moans threatening to escape his mouth. You kissed back searingly, pulling away once all the muscles in his body had un-tensed.

“Holy shit,” was all he could say, a weak laugh leaving his lips as he looked up at you, admiring how beautiful you looked despite the mussy hair and sweaty glow. You smiled back and quickly pecked his lips, slowly climbing off of him and going to clean yourself up, grabbing a towel to cover yourself up a bit.

When you returned, Rami had done the same, already having put on his boxers again, and you furrowed your eyebrows as you realized he was returning from the doorway, something in hand.

Smiling wickedly, he held up your boots, which you slowly realized you’d left at the karaoke bar in your tipsy state. “Oh shit,” you murmured guiltily, another round of embarrassment smacking you in the face when you realized someone had brought them here instead of to your apartment. Whoever it was knew that you’d be here with him.

“Don’t even have to worry about the secret getting out,” he teased, handing your boots back to you. “Your boots already snitched on us.”