#but as a fellow curly girl I get it

[smytherines]

me: you don't actually have to ever describe how Curt straightens his hair on missions, it could not possibly matter less to the story

me two hours later: okay so definitely the Handy Hannah travel-sized blow dryer and a rounded boar bristle brush then

[trulymadlysydney]

Do you like that Harry wears his hair clip all the time? Yes or no? Personally I wish he’d take it out sometimes

YES

Let’s play “yes” or “no.” You ask me questions on anonymous or not, and I can only answer YES or NO.

[stoopidpigeonxx]

To the anon that suggested Curly Manhandling..

here bookie <3

NSFW MINORS GO AWAY

Curly’s quite the big fellow. He knows it, too. He’s always flexing his arms in front of you to show off his gym gain and taking every opportunity to show off his impressive build. You don’t mind it. It’s a bit of a turn-on, knowing all that is all yours. But the best part is when he uses that muscle he worked so hard on to fuck you dumb. He knew you liked to be manhandled and took that to heart, scooping you up and throwing you over his shoulder whenever you suggested taking things to the bedroom. He adored the squeals and giggles from you when he did. Filled his heart with a sense of pride… or maybe he just adored his sweet girl. His favorite method was pushing your legs up to your head while he pounded into you, seeing the very slight bulge of his cock outlined in your stomach when he thrusts. You’re soaked and gripping him like a vice and he could die happily right now, buried 9 inches inside you. He’d hunch over to quicken his pace, hands pinning your wrists up by your head. He’d love looking at your fucked-out face, the slight drool pooling at the corner of your lips, your slightly crossed eyes, mouth parted in an O shape. You looked so pretty like this. He wanted to take a picture and frame it, hang it above his bed so he could see it every day. Your face was amazing, but it came in second only to your moans. Your beautiful, sweet little noises. Whines of his name, pleas, whimpers, all of it spurred him on. Hearing his name from your mouth was music to his ears. “Yeah, baby? Wan’ me to go faster? Harder? You got it, lemme take care of you.. Sweet thing.” “Fuck, you’re takin’ me good… g’na make me come quick..” And you took it like a champ. When he did pump you full of his kids, you took every drop. He’d let you fall back and observe his come leaking out your poor cunt. But he’s not finished, ladies and gents. Oh no. He doesn’t normally do this out of fear of hurting you, but when he’s particularly stressed and you’re just offering yourself.. Full Nelson time!! Yup, he’s got your back pressed flush against his chest, ass against his pelvis, cock thrusting in and out of you. He has an arm locked around you to hold you in place, and his other’s holding up one of your thighs for a better angle. You find this position the hottest because he finally gets to be rough with you.he begs to differ, but as long as it makes you happy, and it really does. “Fu-uck, baby, keep movin’ like that, i gotcha.. Mhmmm. Feels so good..” He’s babbling praise into your ear while he destroys you, the gentleman that he is, and making sure to kiss you everywhere he can. Soft little ‘sorry’s on your skin. He feels bad for being so rough with you, but he can't help it when it feels so good. Even he’s moaning like a girl now just from the euphoric bliss of being inside your sweet little cunt. And he’ll keep going, until he’s filled you up with at least 5 loads of his come. He wants to pump you full of his babies in hopes he’ll start a family with you. But, more likely, he’s just obsessed with seeing you leak his seed out of your abused hole. Either way, you’re full of him, a reminder of what he does to you. You’ll certainly find it difficult to walk tomorrow, but it’s worth it. He’ll take care of you, since it’s his fault you’re in that state, poor thing. And he’ll do it all over again when you want him to! <3

[introcoryo]

— au where you’re reaped as sejanus plinth’s tribute from district 2, and he breaks into the arena to get his final goodbyes in.

coriolanus can see the brunette’s jaw tighten in his peripheral vision when highbottom announces that he’ll be mentoring one of the district 2 tributes. that tightness is followed by a deep, deep scowl when the reapings are aired, and your sweet, lamb-like face is shown on the now, sejanus notices, glaring screen. he has half a mind to storm out, but instead swallows thickly to fool his brain into thinking he’s calm and collected.

he remembers you, as if a remnant from a previous life. sejanus knows this is a shameful way of thinking. he’s no capitolite. they can throw as much money as they want at him, keep his stomach full and plump of steak and apple pie, give him the so called luxury of attending the academy, but he knows his name will metaphorically never leave that reaping bowl. for each year the hunger games have commenced, three names were picked from district 2. a boy’s, a girl’s, and sejanus’s. he is in that arena with them, although not physically. and that is what hurts him most. his name, although not verbally chosen and spoken into a microphone, is amongst that litter, and yet he has the privilege, like every capitolite, of leaving the arena every year when the victor is announced, when his fellow district 2 tributes do not have that option.

upon first greeting you at the capitol zoo, a stinging pang shoots through his throat. he has absolutely no idea how he’ll be able to mentor you without completely destroying himself in the process. it’s eating him up inside; this hope that the academy has indirectly forced you to place in him. how that hope, crushed, would leave as you, god forbid, would have to take your final breaths in that arena, with nothing to attach to that despair but sejanus’s face.

you’re timid at first. you too, remembered this familiar face. the big brown eyes, never dull of emotion. long, fluttering eyelashes. he’s much taller now, with curly hair that looks like raw hazelnut under the sun. with the way he’s looking at you, you figured he did not outgrow his tenderness. it was no look of pity, though, but a look of understanding. of sharing your fear, instead of accepting your fate. that made you feel a comfort you haven’t felt since standing in your district’s square.

after a few minutes of silence, of examining each other wordlessly, communicating with shared gazes, sejanus decides to speak up first, albeit everyone knowing it is his heart that speaks for him.

“i am so, so sorry for—”

he begins, but you stop him. there wasn’t a point to this, you think. unless he was the one who picked out your name specifically, why would he even feel the need to apologize? that certainly won’t change anything.

“it’s fine. it’s not your fault. i know, big elephant in the room, i’m behind bars at a zoo. the odds just weren’t in my favor. i’m not sure they will decide they like me later, either.”

sejanus clenches a hand around one of the steel bars at your pessimism, but how can he blame you? he has no hope himself, how could he even possibly think you would? he wishes he could effortlessly bend the barrier separating you two with his palms, grabbing you by the hand and running off somewhere else. somewhere safe. somewhere hopeful. he knows he can’t, and that leaves a shake in his voice as he chooses his next words delicately.

“i just… if there’s any way i could help you, guarantee that you would… walk out of there unharmed…”

“well, i saw the district 12 girl with her supposed mentor in here. inside the zoo. you’re mine, i assume? do what a mentor has to do. mentor me out… and some food won’t hurt, either.”

at the mention of that, sejanus’s face slightly lights up, and he reaches into his scarlet colored blazer pocket, taking out a wrapped napkin and handing it to you. you reach through the bars to take this mysterious item from him, fingers lingering just a bit, and unwrap it to find a sandwich, diagonally cut. you smile wistfully at the simple meal before you, this being the very first act of kindness you’ve been on the receiving end of since coming to the capitol. so much for hosting etiquette.

“thank you, sejanus, really… here,” you say in an unanticipated small voice, holding out one of the pieces.

the brunette freezes. you’re still kind. all of this, and you’re still kind. perhaps that’s all you’ll ever be. perhaps that’s what will be what dooms you in that arena. you will try to speak heart to heart, not sword to sword. he loathes that he’s thinking this way. he absolutely despises that he knows you will not be able to walk away from this without staining your hands red, but what has made a home in his chest is the miserable feeling of not knowing whether you’ll be able to do that. he’s district. he will forever be district, a vow he made at birth. but here he is, standing in front of you, free. here he is, handing you food as though you truly belonged in that zoo. he is everything you wished you could be in that moment, and yet you still decide to share your meal with him, despite the rumbling coming from your stomach. he wants to take it. wants to act like this is a normal picnic that you two are having together, but he knows you need that full sandwich. he knows you should take all you can get.

and so he declines politely. you begin to talk about the changes in district 2 since he’s left, and how life continued, yet everyone was stuck. sejanus emphasizes. he listens. but the dread has not left his system. he starts to think about how he’ll see you in another life if this one wasn’t enough. there’s so much time on the other side, and here it all feels like a constant countdown. never knowing if your time will be cut short. he mentally chastises himself; he needs to be optimistic. he needs to be here for you, now. he needs to think about the life you’ll have when he gets you out, not if. soon enough, you’ll believe it too.

to say that sejanus was a complete wreck watching you enter that arena would be an understatement. the cameras capture your soft features so well that you look displaced. lost. you shouldn’t be there, he thinks. no one should be there. the tears that built up in a split second blur his vision, and when the bell rings, he is there, running as a district 2 tribute.

sejanus watches as you take his advice, as you run and hide immediately, and he is kept at bay through at least that. he can’t lose it now. not when you’ve placed your entire life bare in his hands.

but sejanus is weak, too. he feels too much too often. his thoughts are frantic, and he finds himself in that arena the following night. the thumping in his chest intensifies as the voice at the entrance pleads him to enjoy the show, and he scoffs at that. he checked the cameras before coming, so he knows exactly where you are, and he’s so overwhelmed with the thought of seeing you that it doesn’t register that he has now, momentarily, taken the path he very well could’ve lived if he had not moved to the capitol. sejanus plinth, district 2 tribute.

light footed, he makes his way across the arena, and up the stands. he saw you come out of hiding when it was safe out, when most of the tributes were either asleep or in the tunnels, gathering a weapon or two from the cornucopia then settling on high ground. he figures you were startled once you heard the automatic greeting that played when he walked in, so he whispers your name.

he whispers it again. so delicately. laced with so much sweetness, it feels wrong to say it here.

and then a third time. the syllables now come out desperate. overwrought. he can’t leave without seeing you. touching you. it will break him.

“sejanus?” his ears perk up, and he looks around, frenzied, trying to distinguish the direction your voice came from. you peek out from one of the stands, and when you find those big, brown eyes looking back at you, you pick yourself up entirely and run to hold the man before you. the man who rushed into the possibility of death head on just to wrap his arms around you. he’ll face it all, just for that. oh how he wished you knew how badly he wanted to swap your places.

“you’re… but how? why? it’s dangerous here—” sejanus wastes no time, cupping your cheeks and diving in to kiss you. his hands are holding on to you for dear life, as if his knees will give out without the support. his eyebrows are knit together, focused on the feel of your lips on his. they’re dry, chapped, and cracked, but he doesn’t care. he swipes his tongue along your bottom lip to give you some relief, making a mental note to send you some water as soon as he leaves.

he kisses you until it hurts him. until his lips are swollen and red. until the way you’re tightening your hands on his broad shoulders feels as though it’ll leave bruises. when you break the kiss to breathe, he tries to take you all in. to memorize everything. he desperately needs a pen and paper right this moment so he could draw you as accurately as he can, lest his memory fails him later.

the automatic voice sounds again, and only you turn your attention to the entrance. slowly comes coriolanus snow, the district 12 girl’s mentor, and his eyes scan the arena before they land on yours. you nudge sejanus lightly to direct his gaze to his friend, but he wants more. he can’t leave now. he can’t leave you. not like this.

“it’s okay, sejanus. i’ll be okay. help from the outside, and we’ll see each other again in no time.” you whisper, a tiny bit unconvincingly, eyes glossy. “just take care of yourself, okay?”

sejanus’s lips quiver, and he too whispers. you don’t believe it’s because of the other tributes, but because if he were to speak normally, only a sob would come out.

“you are myself. please take care of me.” you glance down and nod at that, tasting the saltwater that came rushing down your cheek. he wipes the trail that settled along your face, and begrudgingly makes his way to the blond.

sejanus is motivated by the thought, the need, to get you out of there. no matter the methods he uses. no matter the consequences he faces. he has the resources to buy you more time, and he finds himself not above exploiting them.

[pasukiyo]

Omg i just read "wrapped around your finger" and JDJLDKSKS it was so good 🤤🤤 could you maybe do a part 2 where tom asks mr and mrs Lestrange to marry her and they're completely baffled and tom is just wildly in love (smut is appreciated)

𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | tom riddle

tom riddle x f!muggle-born reader 7,072 words warnings: smut, prejudice against muggle-borns. notes: reader is hufflepuff, this can be read as its own imagine, but it is part two to this fic. i would suggest you read part one for more context. summary: it’s been a few months since the lestranges’ famed christmas party. a month before graduation, tom riddle comes to a realization that you are what he wants. he doesn’t care about anything else, all he cares about is having you and how powerful you make him feel.

 “Tom… we have… to get… to class,” she managed to say between kisses, his hand in her hair, the other resting on her hip. He kissed her deeper, taking the moment and stretching it out as far as he could until she tapped his shoulder, signaling that it was really time to go. He pulled away, his chest heaving as he panted, and he gazed down at the Hufflepuff girl he had pressed against the door of the broom closet. 

 His hand dropped to the nape of her neck and he could feel the heat as it crept up her skin as she straightened her robes, pressing her fingers to her lips where the phantom of his kiss still lingered. He didn’t move, only let his gaze linger on her before finally, she broke the silence that had since ensued. 

 “Tom… I have to get to Transfiguration…”

 “Can I see you tonight?”

 She blinked and stared up at his handsome dark eyes, still visible even in the dim broom closet. She shifted beneath her weight, “I don’t know, Tom. I have to study for my Potions…”

 “Please.”

 She knew she wouldn’t be able to resist when he used such a tone, and she mentally groaned, damning him for having such an effect on her. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip and nodded, swiping the hair on either side of her face behind her ear. He kissed her temple when she did, and he dropped his head so that his lips could ghost over the shell of her ear, shivers slithering like snakes down her spine. 

 “Meet me in the Astronomy Wing tonight.”

 He began to back away and out of the closet, her hand in his all the way up until it naturally slipped out, and she smiled. “Alright,” she agreed, and he hummed in approval. “Excellent,” he said before turning to stride off down the long corridor, and she stepped out of the broom closet to watch until he disappeared around the corner, heat searing her cheeks. 

 She hugged her Transfiguration book to her chest as she touched her lips with her free hand, barely managing to contain her smile before she spun around on her heel and headed for the Transfiguration Courtyard. Clara Wingrave, a fellow Hufflepuff with brown skin and shoulder length, curly black hair joined her side as they approached the doors leading out to the courtyard, and she smiled at the girl. 

 Clara tilted her head as they stepped outside, the corner of her lips curving into an amused smirk. “You seem quite happy,” Clara said, and she flushed, brushing hair back behind her ear. “Do I?”

 “Yes, you do.”

 Clara looked around the courtyard as they strode through, making their way for the Transfiguration classroom. When she was sure nobody else was around to eavesdrop, she leaned into her friend’s shoulder, her lips close to her ear. “Who’s the boy?”

 She blinked and stopped walking altogether, taken aback by what Clara had been asking. Clara giggled behind her hand as she turned to look back at her astonished friend. “Oh, come on. Why are you acting so surprised?” Clara asked, and her friend shook her head. “I don’t know what you mean by boy,” she replied, hugging her books tighter as she began to walk again, but Clara still stuck to her side, teasingly prodding her finger against her shoulder. 

 “Don’t act coy. I know love when I see it,” Clara chuckled as they entered the Transfiguration classroom where most of the class already was, and they took their seats beside each other. Clara leaned in closer as they set the things down, and she furrowed her brows as she gazed at her friend. Clara grinned, “you’re in love.”

 Scarlet embarrassment burned her skin and she crossed her arms on the desk in front of her, hiding her face between them. Clara laughed again as she turned to face her, eyebrows pinched. “Have I been that obvious?” She asked and Clara rolled her eyes, leaning in and putting a hand over the top of hers. “It concerns me that you don’t think you’ve been obvious,” Clara whispered and she groaned, resting on her elbows to hide her face in her hands. 

 Clara leaned back in her seat and laughed again, “so, who’s the lucky boy?” She asked again, and she peeled back her fingers to peek at her friend between them. Neither she or Tom had told anyone about their relationship, neither daring to risk outing themselves to her brother, mostly in fear that she’d be tormented to no end. 

 But she could trust Clara. She knew she wouldn’t dare spill her secret to anyone else, so she leaned in, cupping her hand around Clara’s ear, shielding her lips away from everyone else as she told her friend her secret. “Tom Riddle,” she murmured her lover’s name, and when she leaned back into her seat, Clara’s lips were ajar so wide her jaw may as well have been on the ground. 

 “You’re snogging the Head Boy?” Clara asked, perhaps a little too loudly for her comfort, so she swatted her friend’s shoulder, narrowing her eyes. “Don’t make me Obliviate you,” she warned, and Clara shook her head, her laugh coming out as more of a breath. “No, no I just…” she leaned back in her seat, tapping her fingers on the top of the desk. “Wow. I just wasn’t expecting that.” 

 She tilted her head, curious. “What’s that supposed to mean?” She inquired, and Clara shook her head again, moving her hair out of her face. “Nothing, it’s just…” she rolled her bottom lip around between her teeth, contemplating her words. “…he just doesn’t seem the type to… date, you know? I’m just surprised, is all.”

 She hummed, nodding as she relaxed back into her seat. She could definitely agree with Clara there, she never imagined Tom going out with anyone before, much less to be the one he was seeing. She could only imagine how other people saw him, especially students who weren’t of Slytherin House, considering the people Tom was usually seen hanging around with didn’t have the brightest of reputations— her brother especially. 

 But she knew he wasn’t like her brother and his gang. Tom Riddle could never be like that. 

 “I thought so too but…” she trailed off as the Professor began her Transfiguration lesson, and she leaned into Clara’s side to whisper, “he surprised me too.”

 And Tom always did. 

 Later that night, she tread carefully through the corridor leading to the Astronomy Wing, the sky bruised with a dark purple, slowly morphing into black above. She searched the hallway for Hogwarts’ Head Boy, painfully aware of how close to curfew it was. Unfortunately she was not a prefect, and she didn’t dare risk detention so close to the end of her last year. 

 She paced back and forth, searching for her lover and his dark head of hair, mentally cursing as she leaned back against the wall. She couldn’t see him anywhere, and although she knew it was unlike him to forget, but still, she couldn’t help her impatience. 

 It wasn’t until she felt a pair of hands grab her waist and tugged her back that she yelped, turning in the arms of her sudden captor to gaze into the dark eyes of Tom Riddle. 

 “Tom!” She squealed, pushing her fist against his chest, stumbling back when he removed his arms. “You scared the living daylight out of me!” Tom held her hand gently, his touch so light it felt barely there, and if it weren’t for his warmth, he may as well have been a ghost. He leaned down to press his lips to the top of her knuckles, all the while gazing up at her through hooded lids. 

 “Apologies,” he murmured against her skin, giving her hand a firm squeeze when he stood back up. “And I’m sorry I’ve kept you waiting. Ran into Professor Slughorn, you see.”

 She pressed her lips together and hummed, stepping closer to where Tom stood with his back against the wall, slithering her arms around his middle. “I can only imagine what he’d want to talk to you about, Head Boy,” she tittered as she rested the side of her head against his chest, feeling the tension in her muscles unravel when he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, his lips on the crown of her head. “Hilarious,” he muttered, his kisses working down her face and to her lips, and he hummed against them before pulling away, taking her hand in his. 

 “I want to show you something,” he said, beginning to lead her down the hall and up one of the large, spiral staircases. She furrowed her brows when they reached the top and he led her down the corridor only to stop at the end, turning back around to face her. 

 “Where are we going?” She asked, curious when his eyes shone, even in the darkness of the castle. “Just trust me,” was all he said before he paced back and forth down the corridor, exactly three times. She watched him in bewilderment even as he turned to gaze over at her and gestured for her to come forth.

 It was then that her eyes set upon the wall in front of him. She was certain there hadn’t been a door there before. 

 She blinked a few times, convincing herself that it must be her eyes that were tricking her. Tom released a breath that could pass as a laugh as he approached, grabbing her hand once more. “I don’t think anyone else in the castle knows about this room,” he murmured as he led her towards the door, and she watched as his opposite hand cradled the knob and twisted. 

 “This…” Tom said as she gazed around the room full of just… things. Things everywhere. Every type of thing imaginable. “…is the Room of Requirement.”

 She raised an eyebrow over to him, glancing back into the room of things. “The Room of Requirement?” She murmured, admittedly skeptical. “And you think we’re the only ones in the castle who knows about it?”

 “I’m certain,” he reassured, palm against the small of her back, his opposite closing the door behind them. “Way I see it, the other imbeciles at this school are much too ignorant to find this place.” She turned to glance at the door, eyebrows knit together. “But why wasn’t the door there before? What…” she shook her head. “I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

 Tom approached and grabbed either of her shoulders, letting his palms soothe down the length of her arms all the way down to her wrists, and back up. She relaxed in his touch’s wake, but still remained curious, skeptical, even. “This place only shows up when you’re in need of it,” he murmured, leaning in until his lips were against the shell of her ear, his breath icy hot, frosting over her bones and making her body shudder. “Can you guess why I invited you here tonight?”

 He leaned away to catch her eyes, and she felt all tension in her bones melt away when their gazes met. She pressed her lips together and drew near again, their faces so close their breaths were becoming one in the same. “I think I may have an idea…” she whispered, her glance fleeting between his irises and his lips. 

 And Tom couldn’t resist any longer.

 His lips surged into hers, like two violent waves in the sea in the midst of a storm. His hands were everywhere from her waist, to her hips, to her thighs, back up her chest all the way to the sides of her neck, creeping up until they cradled her face. She whimpered against his lips when he pressed himself closer to her, feeling her center throb and ache for more of his touch. 

 “Tom,” she whispered when he pulled away for air, his fingers tangled in her hair as he backed her into the wall, his forehead falling against hers. Tom’s lips were back on hers in an instant, and she moaned when he pulled away, his thumbs swiping over her closed eyelids to coax her into opening them. And when she did, his dark eyes were staring right back, and she was quick to get lost, falling deeper and deeper into his void. 

 “You’ve no idea how much I think about you like this,” he whispered, “I can never stop thinking about you.”

 And he kissed her again, this time with much more fervor, for Tom could never fully relate to her in words how he felt. But he could kiss her, and he could kiss her good. And when he kissed her like this, she was like water in his hands, free to be warped and manipulated in whichever way he pleased. 

 Tom loved this about her. 

 He loved how in control he felt when he had her like this, how he knew that she was totally and completely his. She could lose herself in him, and he knew it. 

 It drove him absolutely insane. 

 Her chest heaved when she panted as his kisses ventured down her jaw and to her throat, sucking dark marks into her skin. Her fingers clawed at the fabric of his robes when she gripped either of his shoulders, her knees wobbling and threatening to give out beneath her when his fingers curled around the hem of her skirt beneath her robes. 

 “I don’t…” she began, breathless as Tom’s kisses trailed back up to her face, finding her lips again. “…I don’t suppose the Room of Requirement believes we require a bed?” She managed to ask between toe-curling kisses, and Tom’s smile grew like a crescent against her lips. He gazed down at her, his eyelids hooded over his irises. 

 “I think we’ve managed quite well without beds, don’t you?”

 She hadn’t much time to laugh before his lips were back on hers, his fingers working open her robes, letting them slide down her arms until they pooled in a black heap on the floor. Her shirt was the next to go, his kisses trailing down to the tops of her breasts as he worked the clasp of her bra, letting it, too, slip from her shoulders. Her hands were in his hair as he sucked marks onto either of her mounds of flesh, his fingers curled around the hem of her skirt, tugging it down her thighs until it dropped to her ankles, and she was quick to kick it away altogether. 

 One of his palms soothed down her waist, around the curve of her hip until it could snake its way between her thighs and she gasped when his fingers traced a line up and down her slit, her slick making his skin glisten. Her eyelids peeled open just in time to catch Tom’s dark, hooded stare, his pink lips pressed together as the tip of his forefinger prod against her pearl, her body quaking in his wake. 

 “What do you want?” He asked lowly, the tip of his nose touching the top of hers as he looked down at her. “Enlighten me.” She whimpered when he circled around her clit, her back arching off the wall, her chest heaving into his. “Tom,” she whined. “Stop being such a tease.”

 He kissed his way back to her ear, his smirk evident against her skin. “Haven’t I told you I expect an answer when I ask you something?” He whispered coolly, ice frosting her skin at his words. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten? I thought you were better than that.”

 She mewled when he applied just a little more pressure on her nub, her fingernails etched so deep in the fabric of his robes, she was sure to have torn through. “M’… m’sorry I… I just want you,” she managed to breathe out, his breath like fire as it fanned over the side of her neck. “I… I want you to… please,” she whimpered when he teased her entrance. “Just want you to fuck me.”

 “Hmm,” he hummed, flattening his middle and forefinger down against her slit, rubbing up and down once again. Her chest heaved as she panted, tears falling down her cheeks like a river stream. Tom gazed at her now and could no longer help how his heart burned when he saw her like this, how it stuttered in his chest with the overwhelming feeling of desire. 

 It was then that Tom Riddle decided that he was going to marry this girl. 

 “That’s what you want?” He asked in a low murmur, removing his fingers from her sex, and she flushed when she caught a glimpse of how they glistened, even in the dimness of the room of things. She nodded, watching as he unfastened his robes, slipping the noir fabric down his shoulders, letting it join the sea of clothes on the floor. She watched his fingers as they unbuttoned every single button on his shirt, the way his veins showed through his flesh, and watched as he tugged the material off his torso. 

 There he was again. Tom Riddle was a beauty unlike any other, beautiful in his own, entrancing way. Tom was like wine, and the more she drank him in, the harder she found it harder to resist. She couldn’t, she realized, it was impossible to resist him when she knew he was utterly and completely hers. As she watched him tug his trousers down his legs, she felt her heart flutter in her chest. 

 She still couldn’t believe she could call him hers. 

 Tom’s hands were on her again and oh, she could feel his cock as it pressed against the inside of her thigh, and one of his hands slithered down to wrap around the back of it, lifting it up so he could have access. His other rested on her hip, his dark gaze surging back into hers, drawing her in, keeping her and holding her there. His lips were but a mere inch away from hers, and she fought the urge to kiss him again. Instead, she inhaled a shaky breath, waiting for him, letting him make his move. 

 She hissed when she felt the tip of his cock prod against her entrance and she felt herself throb, yearning for more of him. The hand that had been resting on her hip ascended to cradle the side of her face, the pad of his thumb soothing just underneath her eye. Her bottom lip trembled, the moment so tender she thought she’d melt to the floor and join the heap of clothes beneath their feet. 

 “I love you,” Tom said at last, and she blinked, feeling crystals of tears weighing heavy on her lashes. She was so lost in his irises now, venturing further into his ravines of darkness, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. All she saw was him, all she felt was him, her heart burned with him. 

 And he burned for her too. 

 Tom Riddle loved her. 

 One of her hands weaved through the dark hair on the back of his head, feeling his tendrils between her fingers, her breath shaky as she inhaled again. Her other hand rested on the side of his neck, his skin so warm, melting like wax into hers. 

 “Oh, Tom,” she sighed, her voice wet like her tears. She tugged him forward until his forehead was on hers, each breath she took one of his own. “I love you too.”

 And she gasped when he pushed himself inside of her wet, throbbing heat, hissing between the crevices of his teeth at how good she felt. He’d taken her so many times since Christmas Eve in the Lestrange Manor, so many times that he’d honestly lost count. But still, he could never get enough of her or this feeling. He was drunk on it, intoxicated by her. He could no longer bring himself to fear it any longer, for this burning for her only made him feel stronger. 

 She threw her head back against the wall as Tom picked up his pace, his thrusts steady and even but hard and heavy all the same. She gripped his hair tight, so tight she felt a small worry in the back of her mind that she was hurting him. But Tom didn’t care. In fact, he thrived off of the bittersweet pain of her fingers tugging at his scalp and her nails etching crescent moons into the flesh of his shoulders. It only made him burn more, made him want her even more. 

 He was so deep now, his tip was hitting the spongy part so far inside of her with every single stroke of his hips, and she cried, her sobs permeating the Room of Requirement. Tom even resisted the urge to moan himself, considering no one would be walking in on them and she just felt so good. He gripped her thigh tighter as he lifted it up just a little higher to get a better angle, and her back arched off of the wall yet again, her erect nipples grazing his chest. 

 “Tom!” She shrieked at a particularly hard thrust, her fingers so deep in his skin now she was certain he’d bleed. She felt her walls clench around him and through pursed lips, Tom groaned, his eyelids fluttering closed as he relished this feeling of feeling so infinite. “I think I’m… oh, Tom… I think I’m close…”

 Tom’s eyelids peeled open and with his hand not supporting her thigh, he gripped her chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her gaze back into his. “Is that right, darling?” He whispered, and she nodded, her teeth sunk into the pillowy flesh of her bottom lip. “Does it feel good?” He asked and she nodded, groaning at another especially hard thrust. “Oh, yes,” she moaned, cradling the back of his head closer to hers, their foreheads pressed up against one another again. 

 Tom felt his hips stutter and his member pulse when she clenched around him again, her heat so tight and warm he knew he was bound to break any moment now. His eyes remained fixated on hers, and every time she closed her lids or looked away, he was there to fix her gaze back onto his. 

 “I want you to look me in the eyes…” he began, thrusting harder and harder and harder, “…while you tell me how good I make you feel. Tell me how good you feel while you come.”

 While her vision blurred with tears, she could still make out his dark eyes through watercolors, still feel the intensity of his stare without really even seeing it. Tom was so deep now, his cock coaxing her orgasm out of her, encouraging her to let go. She could feel the bundle of tension knot at the pit of her stomach, pulsing and begging to be unraveled. 

 She was like a glass wall shattering when she came. 

 She cried and gripped Tom tighter as she released, telling him how good he felt through incoherent blubbers, not sure if she was even really making any sense. “T… Tom!” She shrieked as her body shuddered and quaked against his, his hands the only things keeping her grounded. “You feel… so… it feels… can’t… I want… Tom!” She sobbed, his chest glistening with her tears as they dropped like rain on his skin. 

 Tom was rocking harder into her now, chasing his own high as he fucked her through hers, his eyes never once leaving her bleary ones. His head rolled against hers and his nose brushed against her own, but never once did he dare tear his gaze away from hers. There was something so intimate about staring so deep into his lover’s eyes in their most vulnerable moments, so mesmerizing about losing one’s self in another’s irises. He felt so powerful when he looked at her, so in control and in his element. 

 Even when he came, Tom still felt the strongest he’d ever been. 

 Tom still remained inside of her even as they both came down from the force of their highs, their hearts beating to the same drum against one another. Tom held her close to his chest, craving the warmth her body produced, yearning for the touch of her skin. She hummed at the feeling of his fingertips absentmindedly tracing shapes into the small of her back, her lips curved into a smile as she lifted her head from his shoulder to peer up at him. 

 For a moment, neither said anything, only looked at one another. But their gazes held every unspoken word, their gazes held understanding, their gazes held love. 

 Tom never anticipated falling in love. He never felt it was a priority or a necessity, never thought it was in the cards for him anyways. He didn’t think it was necessary on his road to power, in fact, he used to think love was but a mere obstacle, something to blind him, to throw him in for a loop. 

 But love like this was none of those things. 

 As a child, Tom could never imagine that love could be so powerful. But when he found her that Christmas Eve and held her and had her, he felt infinite. He felt like the most powerful being in the universe, like she was the missing piece of his puzzle. And he had found her. 

 Tom couldn’t give a damn what Tiernan Lestrange or Clarence Avery or Liam Mulciber or the others would think of her. He couldn’t even care about her muggle-born status, he couldn’t care about any of those things. There wasn’t much that Tom cared about other than himself in this world, but he cared about her. 

 And that was all he needed. Himself and the girl in his arms. 

 It was not even a month later that they graduated Hogwarts, and Tom wasn’t sure how to feel. For seven years, Tom had known he belonged somewhere, and for seven years, he had a home. Hogwarts was in fact the only home he’d ever had. 

 But now that he was older, Hogwarts would no longer be his home. He resented that. 

 He knew he would stop at nothing to get the job he so desperately desired, the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and he knew Professor Dippet would be a fool to turn down the best Defense Against the Dark Arts student Hogwarts had ever seen in all his years. But where would he go if the Headmaster was foolish enough to turn him down? He couldn’t stay at the orphanage, and he hadn’t any money to buy himself a home.

 Although Tiernan and the others all celebrated and laughed all around him, Tom couldn’t bring himself to do either of those things. Instead, he searched through the sea of bow graduated Hogwarts students, past the Ravenclaws and Gryffindors until his eyes set upon the particular Hufflepuff he always found solace in. 

 And found that she was already staring back. 

 She smiled when their eyes met, and although Clara Wingrave’s arm was wrapped around hers, tugging her back to celebrate with the other Hufflepuffs, she couldn’t bring herself to tear her eyes away from the former Head Boy across the room. 

 Because she, too, could only find solace in him now. 

 She had no home, the Lestrange Manor was never a home to her, and now that she had graduated from Hogwarts, she hadn’t anywhere else to go. Hogwarts was her only home, the only place she knew she truly belonged. Where would she go now?

 But when she found Tom Riddle all the way across the Great Hall, when she met his dark and intense stare, she knew she still had a home somewhere. Her home was Tom Riddle. 

 And just like the first day she saw him, sitting on the stool at the front of the Great Hall, waiting to be sorted into his House, she knew that wherever Tom Riddle was, was where she wanted to be. 

 “My father’s already got a job lined up for me at the Ministry,” Clarence Avery was saying to Tom and the rest of their friend group as they packed their things in the Slytherin dorm. Tom had very few belongings, far less than the others, but he still took his time packing them. It was still bittersweet, leaving Hogwarts. “Mine too,” Dolohov was saying as he heaved his briefcase off his bed, sighing down at the mattress that had been his all year. “You know, I have to say, I’ll miss getting a good night’s sleep on a Hogwarts bed.”

 The others talked and talked but Tom Riddle was listening to none of it. His mind was still on the future, and on his lover. He had meant it, all the way back in the Room of Requirement when he thought he wanted to marry her. He wanted to marry her. He would marry her. 

 Perhaps they could build a home of their own together once he became the Dark Arts professor and she, whatever job she desired. Perhaps she’d support his dream to become the most powerful wizard of all, maybe they could even have their own little family, perhaps a son and a daughter to continue Salazar Slytherin’s bloodline. 

 The future remained unknown, but only one thing was for certain. Tom Riddle was going to whisk that girl away, away from the Lestranges and give her the life she deserved. Perhaps there would be a happy ending for them after all. 

 “What about you, my Lord?” Tiernan Lestrange asked as he gripped the handle of his briefcase. Tom turned to look at the group of boys now turned men behind him, realizing he was the only one unfinished with their packing. Calmly, he gathered the rest of his things and placed them nearly in his briefcase, letting the locks snap shut before gripping the handle and heaving it off the bed. 

 Tom turned to face them, his face expressionless, void of any emotion, the face they had all grown accustomed to. “I’m going to apply for the Defense Against the Dark Arts job,” he replied, sauntering past them and exiting the dorm room for the last time, the rest scurrying to follow close behind. “Of course,” Liam Mulciber hummed. “Dippet would be foolish to turn you down, my Lord.”

 “Yeah. You are the best student Hogwarts has had in years, perhaps ever,” Rosier agreed, and Tom said nothing more as they made their way out of the Slytherin common room, out of the Dungeons, up the Grand Staircase and out of the castle. 

 Tom searched through the crowd for his lover as they made their way to Hogsmeade Station, coming to no avail. Tom tried to not show his disappointment as he waited along with the rest of Hogwarts’ students for the train to arrive, Lestrange and the others laughing and pushing each other around. 

 “So, what’s the mudblood going to do now that she can’t pretend to be one of us at Hogwarts?” Tom could hear Nott ask, and he turned his head immediately as Lestrange snickered, shrugging his shoulders. “Dunno. Personally, I hope mother and father throw her out on the street,” Lestrange sniggered. “Now, that’d be very full circle. Wasn’t wanted then by filthy muggles, isn’t wanted now.”

 Tom never tried to show his anger unless it be in private, and Lestrange and the others had grown used to seeing their Lord rage in private, although they still trembled at the idea of it. But it was unlike him to show it around others, in fact, in all his time at Hogwarts, Tom never once showed emotion to this extent around anyone else. 

 So when he towered over Lestrange and grabbed the collar of his shirt, the boys jumped back, the hair on the back of their necks sticking straight up. Tiernan Lestrange’s eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets as heads turned their way, students gasping at this strange display of anger from Hogwarts’ former Head Boy. 

 “I do not want to hear you speak of her that way ever again,” Tom warned lowly. “Or it’ll be your head. Is that understood?”

 Tiernan Lestrange was trembling in Tom’s grasp, and all he wanted to do was shrivel up into a ball and wither away beneath his Lord’s dark, intense stare. His lips fell open with the intent of speaking but nothing could come out, so instead he nodded excessively, his bottom lip trembling. Tom held his collar for a few moments longer before shoving the boy away, turning back to face the tracks as the train approached, picking his briefcase up from the ground. 

 “Good,” he muttered as the train doors opened, and he stepped inside, the others following close behind, Tiernan Lestrange hanging back, trying to catch his breath. 

 She could see her adopted brother from across the station, her eyes wide as Tom stepped on the train, leaving Tiernan to catch his breath alone. She’d never seen Tom do such a thing before, and although she certainly was not mad that her “brother” had been put in his place, she couldn’t help but wonder what it was that had provoked her lover. 

 Her mind was thrown off its course as she heard her name being called, and she turned to face Clara Wingrave as she elbowed her. “Come on!” Clara tugged at the sleeve of her friend’s dress. “Don’t want to miss the train now, do we?”

 She smiled weakly at Clara. She would, in fact, not mind if the train forgot her. 

 She complied though, grabbing her suitcase and heaving it up the steps into the train, handing it to the conductor before following Clara down the walkway and into one of the compartments. 

 She sighed as she settled herself down into her seat, gazing out the window at Hogsmeade Station. She hoped this would not be the last she’d see of Hogwarts or Hogsmeade. 

 Her future was uncertain, she had no idea what the Lestranges would do with her when she got back. Perhaps they’d make her a maid, or perhaps they’d kick her out of the manor altogether. 

 She wasn’t sure which she preferred more. 

 Her mind drifted to Tom, what his plans were for after Hogwarts. She knew he desired the Defense Against the Dark Arts job, and there was no doubt in her mind that he’d get it. But what about her? What could she, a muggle-born with no money, do? She had nowhere to go, no home to go back to…

 …all she knew was that she couldn’t go back to living like a pile of rubbish with the Lestranges. 

 She found herself longing to know what Tom was thinking, if the future he had planned for himself had her in it. She hoped it did, because she wanted him. She wanted him to be her future.

 “Hey, did you hear what I said?”

 She blinked up at Clara, her expression softening in apology as she shook her head. Clara pressed her lips together, brushing her curly hair back behind her ears before folding her arms over her chest, leaning back in her seat. “Perhaps you should get some sleep,” she said. “It seems you need it.”

 She knew her friend was right, but still, she frowned in apology as she leaned her head against the wall of the train, her eyelids feeling heavy over her eyes. 

 “I’m sorry,” she said and Clara shook her head, a soft smile on her lips. “No need. I’ll wake you up when we arrive at King’s Cross.”

 When they arrived at King’s Cross station, Tom was one of the first to leave the train. He turned back towards the train as he watched the students leaving all of the exits, uncaring when his group joined him at his side as he searched for the girl. He couldn’t even bring himself to care when Mr and Mrs Lestrange approached, greeting Tiernan and the others before greeting Tom. 

 “Tom, my boy!” Mr Lestrange bellowed as he clasped a hand around Tom’s shoulder, giving him a firm shake. “How nice it is to see you!” Tom turned to give the Lestranges a small friendly smile and nod, turning back towards the train. “It’s a pleasure to see you too, sir,” he said, distracted. 

 “You know, you’re welcome to stay with us over the summer,” Mrs Lestrange said, wrapping an arm around Tom’s shoulders, giving him a squeeze. “I’m sure my husband can arrange a job for you at the Ministry, if you’d like.”

 Tom still searched the exits, longing for even a glimpse of his lover. His heart was pounding, all he wanted right now was her. 

 “Certainly!” Mr Lestrange exclaimed. “Way I see it, the Ministry would be lucky to have someone like you on board.”

 Tom was suffocating. Where was she?

 “Tom?” Mrs Lestrange asked, circling around to stand before him, cupping either of his cheeks. Mr Lestrange joined her at her side, eyeing him up and down in concern. “Are you alright, son?” He asked. “You seem a bit ill.”

 What Tom wanted to say was on the tip of this tongue, and he could no longer hold it all back, letting the words slip out of him like vomit. 

 “Can I marry your daughter?”

 To say the Lestranges were surprised would be the understatement of the century. Mrs Lestrange gasped and removed her hands from his face, grasping the scarf around her neck instead. He could see Tiernan and the others out of the corner of his eye as they gaped at their Lord, but were unable to protest or speak against him. 

 Not after what he did to Lestrange back at Hogsmeade Station.

 “What? I…” Mrs Lestrange was struggling to find words, to even form a coherent thought. “I’m sure that there are… other more suitable girls other than my… my…” 

 It was then that Tom saw her, his lover, step out of the train in a simple teal dress, cinched at the waist by a brown ribbon. Tom’s expression softened at the sight of her, and her eyes found his, her heart pounding when she noticed her adopted mother and father standing beside him, incredulous looks upon their faces. Tiernan and the rest of his friends were there too, sharing uncertain gazes with one another. 

 Despite all this, Tom reached out for her, and she gazed at him, hesitant. They had kept their relationship a secret thus far, and were they really about to expose themselves in front of the Lestranges? 

 But Tom gazed deeper into her eyes, and for the first time, she felt like he was pleading with her, pleading with her to take his hand. So she did. 

 Her shaking hand slipped into his and he clasped his fingers around hers, tight and warm. He helped her down the rest of the steps of the train, guiding her into his side as he stared up at the Lestranges, the Mother and the Father’s faces lips agape. 

 She didn’t dare look at them any longer. 

 “I want to marry her,” Tom said again, and she tensed at his side, feeling her heart stop for a moment. This was why the Lestranges look as though they’d been to Azkaban and back? She glimpsed up at Tom and when he looked down at her, she knew he seemed the most sincere he’d ever been. 

 He wanted to marry her. He wanted her to be a part of his future. 

 She felt like she’d burst into tears any moment now. Her bottom lip quivered the longer she looked at him and through her watery gaze, her lips curved into a smile. Tom let his gaze linger on hers for a moment longer before turning back to Mr and Mrs Lestrange. 

 “Son…” Mr Lestrange began, staring uncertainly between Tom and his adopted daughter. “…I’m afraid she hasn’t been entirely honest with you. She’s… you see… she’s a mu—“

 “I understand perfectly well who she is,” Tom interrupted, his voice cold, his stare blank but intense. Mr Lestrange blinked, for once at a loss for words. “And I do not care what you think of her.”

 Mrs Lestrange scoffed, a hand over her chest. “Tom, do you not see? She’s a mudblood, she’s filthy!” She exclaimed, gesturing towards the girl. “I’m afraid I cannot let you ruin your bloodline for this… for this…”

 “Don’t you dare speak about her that way,” Tom warned in a low voice, and behind him, Tiernan Lestrange trembled, very well remembering the way his Lord spoke to him back at Hogsmeade Station. “I think I can determine who is filthy and who is not very well.”

 Mr Lestrange’s glare hardened as he took a step forward in front of his wife, staring at Tom. “Do not dare speak to my wife like that,” he warned, pointing an accusatory finger in his face. “This is the mudblood’s doing, isn’t it?” He asked, his finger now pointing at her. She gripped Tom’s arm tighter, and Tom stood up straighter, clear that he wasn’t backing down. “This… this behavior of yours… it’s because of her, isn’t it? Because that’s all mudbloods are good for, ruining perfectly good—“

 “I would watch your tongue if I were you, Mr Lestrange,” Tom warned, his voice low and menacing. She swore that even the Father shuddered where he stood at Tom’s tone. “You don’t know what kind of people may be listening. You don’t know what some people are capable of.”

 Mr Lestrange blinked as Tom gazed down at the girl on his arm, feeling his heart burn brighter than it ever had before. “I’m going to marry her,” Tom announced again, no longer a question, no longer asking. She could feel tears stream down her cheeks. 

 She was leaving. She would never have to even step foot inside the Lestrange Manor again. Tom Riddle was her ticket to a better life, and she knew it. 

 Tom turned to gaze at Mr and Mrs Lestrange again, a small knowing smile creeping onto his lips that made them tremble. 

 “And you’d do well to remember this day when you are bowing down at my feet, begging me for my mercy.”

a/n; IM SO SORRY I TOOK FOREVER TO WRITE THIS i was having a bit of writers block but i got coffee this morning and it made me want to write lol hope you all enjoy this one! i don’t like it as much as part one but hey, i finished it at least lol

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Tuna Tober Tricks Day 1:

Overstimulation - Logan Howlett. 

Warnings: Riding, power bottom!reader, fellatio, overstimulation, orgasm torture, use of Daddy.

Let’s goooo! Kicking this off with a bang. Make sure to check out my fellow Tunas who are posting for Tuna Tober!

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“Fuck, baby, that’s it.” Logan groaned, head tipping back to hit the headboard with a dull thud as you continued to grind in slow circles on his cock, both of his hands were occupied with your nipples, twisting and tweaking the stiff peaks like he was fidgeting with his keys. “Just like that, pretty girl.” He was cut off with another throaty groan as your hips twisted just the right way and a white hot bolt of pleasure shot up his spine.

“Feels so good, Logan.” You moaned breathily, torso undulating languidly while you worked yourself on his cock. The soft caress of curly hairs on your inner thighs when you ground down on him left a sweet tingle on your skin, goosebumps raising on your arms as you got closer to your orgasm. “Fuck, you feel so good.” Logan was damn-near transfixed, eyes flitting over your body on his. The sheen of sweat dusting your chest and shoulders, the flush in your face that he could just see in the dim light. Shit-

“Oh, fuck-” The sound that came from his mouth was nothing short of pornographic, and you felt the tensing in his abdomen and the twitch in his cock as he finally succumbed to his orgasm, his hands trying but not really trying to slow your hips as you continued to grind on him, milking every last drop of him into your body, mouth dropped open on a soft moan at the feeling. “Fuck, baby, it’s too much.” Logan protested gruffly, nudging a little more insistently at you as he got more and more sensitive.

“But I’m not done yet, baby.” You teased, dipping your head to press chaste kisses across his cheek down to his neck, continuing your slow rolling pace even as Logan started to gasp and stutter beneath you, bucking into your hips and squirming… You couldn’t tell if he was trying to get closer or trying to push away. “Don’t you wanna make me feel good?” He moaned at your words, rolling his neck to give you room for your kitten kisses, the soft breeze of your lips suddenly felt like heavy blows on his sensitive skin… But still he didn’t push you off.

Surprisingly, he let you continue to ride him, the tingles bordering on pain the longer he spent inside you. He could feel his cum leaking out of you and smearing on his balls with every roll of your hips, a soft smacking sound coming from between your bodies as you sought your own release. “Baby, cum please.” He whined, hips twitching at every sweet twist of your hips on him. “Can’t take it doll, shit.” He gripped your hips tighter, fingers digging into the soft flesh as you moaned, teetering on the edge of your orgasm as Logan was almost blind from the stimulation. “Come on, honey, cum.” Logan was practically begging, slipping one of his hands over your hip to run circles around your clit, driving you over the edge as you cried out, continuing to ride him through your orgasm as Logan grunted and bucked at the continued pulsing of your walls around his poor cock. Clenching and squeezing and, shit-

He was cumming again, cock alight with lightning as he screwed his eyes shut, moaning lowly as you took and took and took until he was shivering under you, pupils blown out and mouth slack, watching as you slipped off of him and leaned down to kiss him roughly. When you left his mouth he choked on a gasp and a moan, a moan that deepened as you kissed down his chest to his stomach, still further, the feeling of your hair tickling his skin was nearly unbearable.

“Baby, please, I can’t.” He protested half-heartedly, pushing a hand over your hair to hold it gently, shouting a curse as your head dipped between his legs, licking around the base of his softening cock with the flat of your tongue. The heat was like lava, and needle-like pinpricks of pleasure dotted his skin as you mouthed your way up his length. Licking the prominent vein underneath until you reached the head, cruelly sucking the tortured, purple tip into your mouth only to release it with a harsh pop. “Fuck, honey, its too much-”

“Come on, daddy.” You murmured against the little raised edge on the underside of his cockhead, pulling it between your lips to tickle it with the tip of your tongue. “You got one more for me?” You smiled innocently as you swallowed the head again, laving at the underside where it met the shaft as you moaned around him, the vibrations jolting through his cock as he buckled underneath you, nearly shouting at the pleasure-laced pain.

You paid his noises no mind as you continued to mouth on his cock, squeezing the base with your hand and holding his balls with the other, coaxing another orgasm from his body. He was almost screaming now, gripping your hair tightly as you suckled on the tip of his cock, pulling the sweet reward from his skin with every deep pull. Logan howled as he came a third time, hips bucking into your mouth as you gently squeezed his balls, closing your eyes in a moan around him as you felt a spare few droplets of his orgasm land on your tongue. You continued your ministrations, suckling gently until he was long past the orgasm and his cock was soft and bloodless in your mouth. With one last kiss to the head of his cock, which made him jump at the touch, you crawled over his body with a smug smile, taking in his drunk expression and heaving chest.

“Thank you, baby.” You brushed a hand over his forehead, pushing the stray strands of hair out of the way. Your voice was sickly sweet when you bent to gently kiss his lips, the taste of his final orgasm still lingering on your lips. You rolled off of him with a soft sigh, tucking into his side to bask in the afterglow before you inevitably had to rise and clean up.

“You fucking monster.” Logan breathed, somewhere between a chuckle and a groan. You laughed, pressing a kiss to his shoulder with a pleased smile.

“Only for you, baby.”

Thanks for reading! Make sure to check back tomorrow for the next day! You can take a peek at what the prompt will be here! A special thanks to my fellow Tunas, in particular @bellaxgiornata @sunflowersandsapphires @madschiavelique @a-leg-without-fear @millennial-birkin @vigilxnte-shit @yarrystyleeza @pastafossa and everybody else in the server you guys are incredible and thank you for indulging in my insanity.

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Passing Through - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Being the new kid in a small town like Hawkins is tough. One late October day though, you meet Eddie, and he’s always looking out for those lost sheep.

Note: Happy Halloween 🎃

Words: 2.8k

In the great game of life, you have been given a shitty hand of cards to play this round. Starting at a new high school for junior year is an agonizing yet hazy experience. You have to start over in a place where cliques have already formed, and most people have known each other since kindergarten. The best shot you have at making friends is praying there are souls kind enough to include you in their group. Or maybe there are other pariahs you could collect along the way and have your own island of misfit toys.

On the other hand, even if this experience is completely horrible, it’s only a short two years that you have to endure it. It will feel like a lifetime, but maybe you could keep your head down and push through. 

School has been in session for about two months now. The leaves are changing to the browns, reds, and yellows that always accompany the smell of fireplaces burning for the first time in months and the sickly sweet scent of apple and pumpkin permeating everything. 

Late October is always a nice chance to wear comfy sweaters and cute scarves, bundling up as you take in the views of this time of year. Jack-o-lanterns litter the sidewalks, a few even placed around the high school campus. Children laughing and jumping in any pile of leaves that would permit them to make a mess. The outside aesthetic clashes with the churning, icy storm inside of you. 

There are a few people you’ve met that you’d consider friends, yet not anyone you feel you can confide in about how alien you feel around the other teens of this small town. 

Of course, there are mean girls everywhere and they never miss a chance to pounce on fresh meat. You’ve lost count of the things you heard said about you, but some of them even made you laugh. You wish you were cool enough to be here because your family is on the run. At least it would be something exciting. It’s also better than the other rumor that you taxidermy animals in your basement and now you’re looking for people to practice on. Someone obviously watched Psycho the night before they came up with that one.

Once in a while you’ve tried to sit with some of the friends you made at lunch, but you always felt out of place. You decided to start exploring the school during your lunch period instead. Sometimes you’d have your sandwich on the bleachers in the gym or have your cup of noodles under the large oak tree next to the science building. 

Today, there’s a gentle breeze and, bundled up in your soft brown sweater, you decide to perch yourself on the short wall in front of the school. You settle yourself on the sun-faded bricks and open your lunch on your lap. Students go by, some of them in a hurry, some of them looking like they’d rather be anywhere else. It’s nice to people watch; sometimes it makes you feel less alone. You take a bite out of your peanut butter sandwich and let your eyes slip closed. The wind ruffles your sweater and brings a smile to your face as it kisses your skin. When you open your eyes, you’re greeted by a scene of two basketball players seeing who can burp the loudest. 

With a sigh you take another bite of your sandwich. Is there anyone at this school that will just get you?

As the thought crosses your mind, you feel a heavy weight plop down next to you on the wall. You turn your head and see the cutest guy you’ve seen yet in Hawkins. His curly hair is frizzy, but in the most endearing of ways. The brown of his eyes perfectly matches the atmosphere of autumn around you. But it’s his smile that has your heart racing. It’s big, bright, and most important of all, it’s genuine. 

“Ah, I can spy a fellow Hawkins outcast when I see one.”

Warmth burns your cheeks simply by making eye contact and having this man speak to you. The air around you might be getting cooler, but your body is heating up. It makes sense; he’s really cute. 

“Uh, yeah, I guess that’s me.”

“New kid?” He leans back and narrows his eyes slightly, as if he’s appraising you, but in a joking manner.

“As I’ll probably be referred to until I graduate, yes,” you admit with a breathy chuckle. He laughs in return, and it sounds like music, the melody of it being swept away by the breeze. 

“I was known as the ‘freak’ to most people. You’d think ‘Eddie’ was merely a suggestion of what to call me, not my actual goddamn name,” he says with an overdramatic shrug of his shoulders. “Didn’t really bother me after a while.”

“I wish I didn’t let things get to me as much as they do,” you admit. Why? You’re not sure. Maybe because this is the first person in Hawkins that seems to be interested in what you have to say. Eddie smiles and shakes his head, eyes turning down to gaze at his lap. 

“The assholes aren’t worth it.” Eddie waves a dismissive hand in the air, multiple chunky rings glinting in the afternoon sunlight. “But trust me, you find the right friends, and everything will be smooth sailing. They’ll have your back, and you’ll have theirs—none of the other shit matters.”

“You’re pretty wise, Eddie.”

“Don’t know if I’ve ever been called that before,” he tells you through a guffaw of laughter. 

“Well, it’s fitting,” you say. 

“Eddie the Wise,” he tries out the name, but wrinkles his nose and shakes his head. “Nah, doesn’t work.”

“I like your pick necklace,” you say, just trying to keep talking and have Eddie here for as long as you can. 

“Huh?” He looks down at it. “Oh, thanks. You like music? Good music, I should say. Because I’ve got the all-time best band right here.”

Eddie shrugs off his denim vest layered over a leather jacket, your eyes trailing every movement his body makes. Bare, pale arms come into view once he’s finally rid himself of the article of clothing. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the dark ink that contrasts against his alabaster skin. A small colony of bats taking flight. 

“Ta-da,” Eddie says, presenting his Metallica t-shirt to you and bringing you back to reality.

“Not bad, not bad,” you acquiesce, once you’ve refocused.

Eddie just grins and puts his layers of clothing back on. 

A couple of cheerleaders walk by and look you up and down, trying to be as obvious as possible about it. Because they know it will get even more under your skin, they lower their heads and start whispering together.

Eddie gives them a saccharine smile and flips them off as they go by. It makes you giggle, and it brings you satisfaction that those girls didn’t rob you of your happy afternoon. 

“Take it from me,” Eddie says with a sigh. “You’re gonna be just fine here in Hawkins. This school is a shit show, but it has its bright spots. Friends mostly. Clubs—you should look into those for sure. Some teachers aren’t half bad either. Take Mr. H. He’s a bit of a smartass, but he’s a good guy.”

“Yeah, I have him for physics and he’s great.”

The corners of Eddie’s mouth quirk up in a smirk and he pushes himself off the wall.

“Well, as much as I’d love to stay and chat with you—and seriously, I really wish I could—I’m not even supposed to be here right now.”

“Oh, you don’t have this lunch period?” you ask.

“Nah,” Eddie says as he slides his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. “I’m supposed to be somewhere, doing something, I don’t know.” Eddie’s lackadaisical nature makes you giggle. “But I saw a pretty girl sitting here all by herself and I took a detour.”

His words make you feel flushed and flustered, unable to come up with anything to say in response. Eddie goes to walk away but turns back and gives you a smile; almost as bright as the very first one he gave you. 

“Everything’s gonna be alright. This is your year. I can feel it.” He offers you a quick wink then he’s on his way.

The bell rings, breaking you out of your daze watching Eddie walk away. You hasten to clean up from your lunch so you can make it on time to your French class on the other side of campus. 

When you’ve got everything situated and ready to get to class, you look around but there’s no sign of Eddie. No curly hair, no dark delicious eyes, nothing. 

In class, it’s a fight not to tap your pencil against your desk incessantly. You’re itching to ask someone, anyone, if they know Eddie and where you can find him. At this moment more than ever you wish you’d made better friends here already. 

Screw it, you think as the bell rings to signal the end of the class. I’ve got to ask about him. 

“Mrs. Daaé?” 

Your petite French teacher gives you a kind smile. “Yes, dear?” 

“Do you know a student named Eddie?” You feel so stupid asking this; asking a teacher if she knows anything about the cute boy who came and talked to you.

Mrs. Daaé thinks for a moment, her long mauve fingernails tapping against the top of her desk.

“I don’t believe I do,” she says with a sympathetic smile. When you’re the new kid you get used to people giving you that look very quickly. 

“That’s okay,” you say, eager to be out of there. “Thank you anyway.”

It’s the same answer from everyone you talk to. The few friends you’ve made, people who sit near you in class, even your teachers. No one seems to know who this guy is or have any idea what you’re talking about. 

By the time you get to your last class of the day, you’re half convinced that you’re crazy. Gone mad, absolutely bonkers. 

Physics isn’t your favorite class, but it does have your favorite teacher, so that’s something. 

You pay enough attention to get by, but your mind constantly wanders back to the only person to make you feel welcome in this town. 

The sound of your name jars you out of your thoughts. You look up and realize the last students from your class are walking out the door. Now that you think about it, you did hear the final bell ring, it just didn’t register. 

“Sorry,” you say, but you’re not sure who to. Your teacher who snapped you out of your daze? The students you’ve been bombarding with questions today?  

Maybe you should ask this teacher. It’s the last one of the day, you might as well. But you also don’t want to look like an idiot again. 

“Something I can help you with?” The soft voice and kind smile shake you out of your thoughts. You’re the only student left in the room.

“Oh, no, I’m sorry,” you repeat the apology. As you step out the door, you change your mind, remembering Eddie referenced “Mr. H.” Taking a deep breath, you turn around and walk back into the classroom. “A-Actually… Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“I talked with this guy today, outside while I was eating my lunch. He was really nice—nicer than any of the other kids have been since I came here, honestly. But when I’ve asked around about him, no one knows who he is. He seemed to know you, though.”

Your teacher’s eyebrows furrow together, and he sits down in his chair behind the desk. “What’s his name?”

“Eddie.”

He shakes his head as he thinks. “I don’t know if we even have an Eddie in this school. We’ve got Ed Sweeney, the football coach. But I doubt it was him.”

“No,” you say with a disappointed, but not surprised, sigh. It’s the same answer you’ve been getting all day. “This was definitely a student. Curly hair down to his shoulders. Big, infectious smile, a dark red pick on a chain around his neck…”

Your teacher’s eyes widen exponentially, and you must give him an odd look without realizing it because he quickly composes himself and clears his throat. 

“Did he, um, have any tattoos?” the teacher asks. 

“Yeah!” You get excited, this being the first real hint of someone knowing what you’re talking about. “He had a bunch of bats—”

“On his right forearm?”

“Yes! That’s him!”

Your teacher slumps back in his seat and rubs his hand over his eyebrows.

“Holy shit,” he mutters under his breath. You’re surprised to hear that kind of talk from a teacher; you’re not even sure if you were meant to hear it or not. 

“Is everything okay?” you ask timidly.

A grin from ear to ear looks back up at you and your teacher leans forward on his desk, resting on his elbows. 

“You talked to him today?”

“Yes. I don’t understand, what’s–”

Before you can finish your question, he’s shuffling in his pocket and pulling out his phone. Frantically, he starts to look for something on it, obviously searching for something he deems as important as his fingers tap against the screen. Evidently, he finds what he’s looking for because his search comes to an end, and he takes a deep breath. The phone clacks down gently onto the wood of the desk and he slides it in your direction.

“Was this him?”

You take a few steps closer to the desk and peer down at the screen. Looking back at you is Eddie, tongue sticking out and hand held up in devil’s horns, standing beside your teacher–only much, much younger.

“W-What is this?”

“Is this him?” His voice is firm, but not aggressive.

“Yes, but I’m confused.” If you thought your brain was already jumbled up from no one knowing who you were talking about today, now it feels like it was put in a blender and puréed. 

“This is unbelievable,” your teacher mumbles, a smile starting to appear on his face once again. “Still taking care of lost sheep, huh?” The question is obviously not directed at you.

Confusion is starting to turn to irritation, and it isn’t like your favorite teacher to not answer your questions. He’s always willing to explain things as many times as needed in class.

“Mr. Henderson, what’s going on?”

The initial response is a chuckle and shake of his head, clearly amused by something.

“Eddie Munson. He, uh, used to go here.”

“Did he graduate?” You try to hide the pang of disappointment in your voice that he isn’t a fellow student anymore. 

The smile on Mr. Henderson’s face turns melancholic.

“Yeah. Yeah, he graduated.” Your teacher is clearly lost in a memory, and you can’t tell by his expression if it’s a happy one or a sad one. 

Now you can’t help but feel a little petty and whiney about the one person who seemed to understand you not being around. In spite of yourself, you frown and cross your arms over your chest.

“Why was he here?” you can’t help but ask, poking the bruise.

Mr. Henderson seems stumped by this question at first. He thinks for a silent moment, then his eyes spark as if something just came to him.

“Probably here to give me a message.” He doesn’t elaborate on that before looking back up at you. “Eddie doesn’t…live around here anymore. He was probably just passing through.”

“Somehow he could tell I was the new kid,” you say with a slightly embarrassed shrug—as if being the new kid is something people can smell on you.

“Yeah, Eddie always had a knack for finding new kids. Even kids who’ve been here for years but didn’t have many friends.”

“He definitely came to the right person then,” you admit sadly. In front of anyone else you would feel stupid speaking these thoughts out loud, but Mr. Henderson has seemed like a safe place ever since you arrived at Hawkins High. 

The man tilts his head and gives you a look of understanding—but not sympathy, like everyone else.

“Making friends can be hard. I was lucky I had friends coming into this school with me. Even so, I’m glad that Ed—uh, this upperclassman took me under his wing. Made a world of difference. Joined a club and made tons of new friends.”

The words spark a memory from your earlier conversation.

“Eddie mentioned that, actually. That I should join a club or something.”

Mr. Henderson chuckles softly to himself and mumbles of course he did under his breath. You’re not sure what’s so funny but it seems impolite to ask.

“I think that’s a great idea,” he says. He stands up from his chair and narrows his eyes. “I think I have a pretty good recommendation, too. Tell me, do you know anything about Dungeons and Dragons?”

[ilovepaigebueckerss]

the other woman.

p.b x reader

summary: while paige is out with her fellow UCONN team members, you join a live to see something that could ruin everything.

authors note: ummm guys this is my first ever fic? idk but enjoy and lemme know what i can fix!! i also do not know how to use tumblr at all so ignore that. also should i make a pt. 2??

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you’re kind of a loser so whenever your girlfriend paige goes out with her team you usually just stay home. your mindlessly scrolling through your phone when you get a notification ‘Ice Brady is now live!’ you decide to click on the live due to your boredom. you see them sitting around talking about their recent win and their plans for after the season. you notice everyone on the team was there except paige and azzi. you decide to just ignore it cause maybe they are in the bathroom and you don’t wanna overthink it. ice then flips the camera showing a curly haired girl and blonde girl in the corner kissing each other. ‘is that MY blonde?..’ you ask yourself. you can see the fear in ices face as she realizes what she just did, ending the live quickly. tears swell in your eyes as you try to process what just happened.

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your eyes are puffy and red from you crying all night. you read the alarm clock next to you ‘1:03’ you then hear a familiar voice calling your name. the voice makes you feel sick to your stomach. just thinking about the events that unfolded made you sick. “y/nnnn” paige calls for you all singy songy. you then realize that she isn’t alone. you hear another familiar voice and your stomach drops when you realize who it is. azzi fudd. “in the room” you reply dully but loud enough for them to hear. “hiiiii babbbyyyy” paige says, smiling brightly. “hi y/n” azzi says smiling. “hey.” you respond, not wanting to talk to either of them. “i got her from here, thanks azzi.” you say taking the drunk blonde in your hands. “no problem! goodnight!” she replies.

you turn to the drunken blonde in your arms and you cant help but smile. for some reason.. even after tonight she still brings you a sense of comfort. you should hate her, but you just cant seem to bring yourself to. “I’m gonna start you a shower, okay?” you say facing the blonde. “okkkayyyy” she responds, kissing your lips. it feels weird, knowing that her lips were on someone else’s. you lead paige on the bed and she sits down and starts scrolling on her phone as she waits for her shower to be ready.

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while paige takes her shower you set out some boxers and a white tank top for her to put on whenever shes done. you go to get her some tea and aspirin, so the hangover in the morning isn’t as bad. you start to zone out. letting your thoughts get to you. ‘why her and not me?’ you question, the next thing you know your crying. your actually sobbing. you were so busy with your thoughts you didn’t realize paige had already came back. “y/n?” she asked concern filling her voice. you quickly wipe your tears and respond “yes paige?” sounding squeaky. ‘shit’ you think to yourself. paige walks in the living room where you sat. “hey, hey, whats wrong?” she asks you. “nothing, paige I’m just tired.” you respond dully. she frowns at your response. “y/n, baby, talk to me please” you say nothing. “I’m going to bed.” you respond. paige frowns again, but decides to just leave it alone.

[frogthane]

I’ve got some thoughts on Mouthwashing. Unsurprising, really. The developer did an excellent job with the unique style of the game as well as its themes (shoutout Wrong Organ!). Anywho, I wanted to focus on everyone’s struggles and how they all remain so human despite what circumstances threw their way. Except Jimmy. Fuck you, you were a monster before the ship crashed.

Daisuke is a sweet kid, still struggling to figure out what path he should head down and feeling the pressure from his parents. Despite his internal struggle, he’s still hardworking at everything he tries, even if he may not be the best at it, and naturally brightens those around him. During the rough months that followed the crash, leading to his easily avoidable death, he may have gotten sucked into the mouthwash, but he still cared for his crew mates and tried his best.

Swansea. A man dragged back to his addiction in trying times, sucked to the bottom of a bottle. Swansea had known difficult times before boarding the ship. He’s been an alcoholic, but turned his life around to become a better father and play into the world’s capitalistic tendencies. And yet, he still thinks back on his days blackout drunk as the best days of his life. He knew what his greatest problem was. Now, there was a role he was meant to follow along with the rest of society. Get a job. Have a family. Pay your taxes. Work diligently until retirement. His days of alcoholism were controlled by the drink. The days that followed were controlled by a government that couldn’t give less of a shit about him as an individual. So yes, he was bitter. He noticed the cogs of the world and became a grumpy old man. But, he was made more human when working with Daisuke. He still saw the innocence within the boy, the innocence he once possessed before descending down a cold endless road. He could be condescending at times, but I sort of interpreted their relationship as found family. Swansea took Daisuke under his wing and guided him through the work, protected him from danger. Until he witnessed innocence stolen once more, and from there, there was no going back. The cryopod he had so desperately been saving for this young boy was a waste, he had to spare Daisuke from agony and end it then and there, and he turned his rage on the one that took it all.

Anya. A poor girl who struggled in med school, now scared of the place she had come to consider her new home and family. “I have to believe that our worst moments don’t make us monsters, Jim.” “Why does the infirmary have locks but not our sleeping quarters?” A girl also stripped of her innocence by the very same man responsible for Daisuke’s demise. Alone in her quarters, no one heard her pleas for help when someone slipped into her room. No one listened to her pleas when she confessed to the captain she was pregnant. And no one understood the danger she tried to protect them all from by hiding the gun. She was all alone aboard that shop, despite being surrounded by people. Despite her attacker’s attempts to diminish her abilities as inferior, Anya was capable. She single handed lay kept the captain alive in unsanitary conditions, with few supplies and a stressful environment. She knew that even if she ever did get off this ship, her life was over. It would have been difficult enough finding another job with her education, but now she would have a child to look after too with critique from the media. Through it all, Anya did what she thought was necessary.

Curly. Captain Curly. The alleged perpetrator of crashing the ship into a meteor. Of all his flaws and faults, this was the one action he was innocent of. This doesn’t make him a nice guy. He may have seemed like a jolly fellow, solely interested in holding his crew together and making the best of their life, but to do so, he believed he first had to ignore the negative. So no, his friend wasn’t a bad guy, he just made a mistake, but he could talk this out, figure out what really happened, because they’d been together for a while, and so he would listen. Curly had his chance to take action. He could have eased Anya’s worries and reprimanded his friend, taken action to make sure he’d stay far away from Anya. He could have prevented this crash and done something when his friend said, “I’ll take care of it.” His end was fitting. Stuck on a table, watching his crew fall apart. He had his chance to take action, and so now he would see what it was to be truly incapable.

Jimmy. Friend. Team member. Copilot. Rap*st. Crasher. Liar. Coward. Murderer. But certainly not a hero, no matter what end he desired. He was the catalyst for it all. Jimmy urged Daisuke to crawl through that vent. Jimmy drove Anya to commit suic*de. Jimmy shot Swansea in the head. But hey, at least he took responsibility, right? He stepped up, led the crew, found codes, obtained medical supplies, kept the peace. As long as he took responsibility, right? He oh so bravely sacrificed himself and saved Curly, dying as a hero. Sorry. He uttered those words to one being, and you know who it was? A fucking pony. He views Swansea as the drunk, Daisuke as a worthless kid, Anya as an inferior being, Curly as someone he’s placed on a pedestal, a god. And only he and Curly can fix this now. Take responsibility.

It’s a devastating story about how a situation can introduce an individual’s demons. And I can’t help but feel bad for Swansea and Daisuke, two members who just happened to be on the ship when the other three became involved in a horrible situation (I say became involved in instead of cause because Anya is a victim and in no way caused any of it by speaking up). The wails of Anya’s unborn infant that rang through the halls as the ship first collided at the beginning will continue ringing through my ears for a little while, and I will not soon forget this game.

[potteraep]

Hello, coukd you please write something that is more or less the plot of dead girl walking from heathers(but instead of smut, suggestive fluff pls) with Leo Valdez and reader

IM A DEAD GIRL WALKING! ౨ৎ L.V

౨ৎ- Leo Valdez x Child of Aphrodite!reader

౨ৎ- IN WHICH- drew made anyone that was out of turn in cabin 10 an outcast but after a prank falsely accused goes wrong she’ll hunt you down. so why not find your boyfriend before you (not really)get executed by your fellow siblings

౨ৎ-heavy kissing, mention of sexual acts,talk of being “killed” shitty writing ( I hate the ending)

౨ৎ- this was requested like so long ago but I’m BARELY getting into writing again so I apologize but hope you find this again :)

Maybe luck just wasn’t on your side when a “sticky” situation that had completely destroyed Drew’s new hair due and fresh clothes was blamed on you.

or maybe you were just being picked on and someone had planned to destroy your life, because knowing how drew would react it would destroy your life

but it didn’t matter now, not when you hasty grabbed your sweater and shoes before sneaking past your sleeping cabin mates and out the door of cabin 10

drew was brutal and relentless and her easy use of charm speak made it even worse no matter what, whatever drew had planned for you would be your fate it made you shiver even more then the soft wind in the night had

you weren’t exactly sure what to do but if this was your last day of living a normal day at camp why not spend it doing something thrilling?

Your steps brought you to the door that led into the Hephaestus cabin you walked towards the back end of the cabin to find a specific curly haired boy

when you found his bed you smiled at the sight he was cuddled up against his pillow one arm latched around his pillow well the other was off the bed

you leaned against the bed as you bent to one knee as you tapped his nose

Leo barley moved and just let out a groggy noise, you tapped his shoulder and shook it finally getting a respond as Leo sat up after a few seconds he fixed his hair lazily the curly messy as he sheepishly smiled at you

“ hi Corazon- wait why are you here it’s like 3am” he added a bit worried

“ drew is gonna kill me “ you whisper shouted from his side he raised a eyebrow confused letting you explain when you finished he flashed you a sad look

“ oh Hermosa I’m sorry, can I help at all?” he asked quietly still mindful of the other people trying to sleep in his cabin

you thought for a moment before kissing him you could feel him smile stupidly

before you knew it you were in his lap your hands on his cheek while his slid under your shirt as his hands caringly rubbed your hips

the kisses were soft but passionate obviously small bits of something else he mumbled between kisses about how happy he was to be with you before your live was ruined

he leaned up a bit his back no longer against his bedframe before pushing you both down against his bed you looked at him and he shyly smiled

“s’this okay?” He mumbled waiting for your nod when you gave it to him he smiled and continued knowing this would lead to a long night.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Pancake eating contest! Fellow and Gidel vs. Ruggie! Who will win!

Sorry, I felt weirdly compelled to insert L*ona into this... Don't ask why--

The guy keeping time of the eating contest is a reference to Linguini from Ratatouille :DD I kept the ending to this one vague so you can imagine whoever you want to be the winner~

So tell me, do you wanna go?

[Pancake Eating Contest!!]

[Winner will be reimbursed the entry fee and will receive a coupon for all-you-can-eat breakfast at any of the participating Foothill Town restaurants for a full year!]

[Second place will earn a participation trophy.]

"C'mon, Giddie! Let's smoke the competition!" Fellow coaxed, pumping a fist. Already, he could smell the pancakes being cooked in the back of the joint, fluffy and warm and surely filling. He pictured clouds of whipped cream and a pat of butter like the rising sun to go with them.

"...!!" Gidel bounced up and down, attempting to showcase his readiness. They had been fasting all weekend in preparation for this momentous day.

"Leona-saaaaan!" Ruggie called out, waving to his dorm leader. "Watch me snag the win for us! I'll never have to--er, I mean, Magical Shift Club will never have to worry about shelling out for team meals for the rest of the year."

"... Can't believe I got dragged out all the way out here to be a wallet for some eating contest," Leona groused from the crowd of spectators. His gaze connected with Fellow's, and a fresh spike of irritation ran through him. "Damn it, you'd better win this, Ruggie--or it'll have been a waste of my time!"

Servers began rolling out from the kitchen, ferrying wobbling mounds of pancakes. The plates were set before them, glasses of water offered. (Ruggie refused, knowing that it would only take space away from pancakes. Gidel reached for a glass, only to have Fellow slap his hand away and tut.)

A spindly man with a mop of curly read hair and a stopwatch stepped into view. He checked the time, then nodded at the contestants.

"On your marks... get set... GO!!"

The feeding frenzy began.

Sharp nails and even sharper teeth pounced. The poor pancakes were eviscerated in seconds, loose bits caught by the table or floor, the rest snapped up in animalistic maws like little girls and grandmas down the hatch of a hungry wolf.

The pace with which they worked was fast, efficient. Ruggie and Fellow were raging beasts with their eyes on a distance prize.

(... Gidel, for his part, was far less quick. He clumsily sliced into a pancake, attempted to cram as much of it into his mouth as he could, then spent too long trying to chew it down to size.)

More pancakes came from the kitchen, as if produced by magic. They disappeared just as fast as they appeared, a wonderous vanishing act.

The spectators clapped and stomped their feet, kicking up a roar.

No blood would be spilt, but perhaps a glob of strawberry jam would.

[storiesfromafan]

pls pls pls do a part 2 to dance class 101 i love it

A/N: well it looks like many have asked for a part 2 lol. (Dance Class 101). So, I shall not disappoint, I hope. This looks to be a 3 part story haha.

This one does not have any romance between the reader and Mattheo. Part 3 will. Have to build up to it.

@tatumrileyslover @formula1mount @aussiehufflepuff @bewitchingbrie @leona-hawthorne @wildestdreamslover

Beautiful Swan

Theodore, Lorenzo, Mattheo, and you had always been close nit. Each having a roll in the group. Theodore was the one to always talk before thinking, with words that hurt and were almost always on purpose. Lorenzo was kind, the voice of reason. Mattheo was the one to be aloof, yet somewhat of a goofball. And you, you were the one to keep the group together, like glue. You were thoughtful and considerate, always there when they needed you.

But after that exchange of words under the tree in the courtyard two weeks ago, you had kept your distance. You didn’t care to engage with Theodore or Mattheo, for Theodore’s words had hurt. And with Mattheo’s support too, that crushed you. Lorenzo was the only one you were speaking with, as he was the only one to come after you.

Part of you had hoped Mattheo would have come after you, apologizing for his agreeance with Theodore’s words. And ask for your forgiveness. But that was wishful thinking. For he didn’t chase after you. Nor has he apologized to you. The few times he had been around you and Lorenzo, he would act and talk like nothing happened. Which only irked you more, and you would end up leaving. You didn’t want to be around someone who hurt you.

               The Yule Ball was tonight, the students of Hogwarts bursting with excitement and wonder. With how things were going with your friends, you weren’t that excited for the night. You had hoped for the night to be fun with your three friends. Maybe some mischief and mayhem, but not enough to get you in trouble or to be traced back to you. You had come to accept going stag and had hoped your friends would have been there for you.

               But from the gossip going around the school, Theodore was taking some snooty Ravenclaw girl. And just today’s gossip reached you, and confirmed your fears that Daphne is Mattheo’s date for the ball. Hearing it in passing from a fellow Slytherin girl in your year, crushed what was left of your hope and spirit.

               So here you were, sitting on your bed with your back against the headboard. Your right leg crossed and resting under your left leg, that was hanging over the side of the bed. It was a weird position to be sitting in, but somehow it was comfortable. In your hands a well-loved copy of (favorite book). It was something that always brought you comfort, and this was the time you needed comfort the most.

               But as much as you tried to focus on the words on the page, the damned curly brown hair Slytherin that you were crushing on kept invading your mind. First its sadness and hurt that he chose Daphne, how she would get your night. Then you thought about how their night would go; from her getting to walk in on his arm, the looks all the females would give her, all the while she would smile like the cat that got the cream. How they would dance and get cozy. And then how she would be the one to share kisses with him.

               Marking the page in the book, you threw said book onto the bed before you in a huff. You were now mad, practically seething. Why does Daphne get your night and Mattheo? Where is the fairness in that? You had been there for him, shown him that you were the perfect choice. Yet he chose her! Not to be vain, but you always thought you were a step up from her. Both in brains and looks. Not to say you were some beauty, but you were decent enough. So why weren’t you enough?

               Running a hand through your hair, you slightly tugged at the strands in your grasp. All the while so many questions running through your head. Maybe I’m not pretty enough…or smart enough…I’m not good enough for him… Those thoughts washed over you, leaving you cold. The fiery flames of anger being washed away with self-doubt.

               Suddenly Pansy Parkinson stuck her head into your room, she looked around till she spotted you. “Oi (Y/N/N), Lorenzo asked me to get you to see him in the common room”.

               You sat up straight, “do you know why?”

               She sighed. “No clue. Go find out yourself”. And with that she left you alone.

               Reluctantly you got up off your bed, put on a light cardigan over your casual lounge around clothing, before heading down to the common room. There were only a few students in the common room right now. It didn’t take long for you to spot Lorenzo by a fireplace up the back of the common room. Making your way to your friend, you flopped down on the two-seat lounge next to him.

               “What did you call me down here for?” You sighed.

               Lorenzo smiled at you softly. “I knew you’d be wallowing in self-pity in your dorm room. Thought it would be good for you to get out of there and out of there too” he stated pointing back over his shoulder towards the dorms and then pointed to your head.

               You rolled your eyes. “Oh please, I’m not that dramatic”.

               Lorenzo scoffed, “yes you can be”.

               You shoved him lightly, but knew he was right. It was scary how he could read you and understand you. Maybe that is why you got along so well. Leaning back against the lounge, you looked to the fire before you both. Watching the flames flicker, while soft crackling filled the silence between you too.

               “I take it you heard the latest gossip?” Lorenzo asked, following your movement and gaze.

               Absentmindedly you nodded your head. “Of course, how could I miss the proclamation of Daphne getting the honour of accompanying the Slytherin heart throb? It’s all the girls were talking about in passing on my way back to my dorm after breakfast”.

               Lorenzo nodded. “Yes, it has got tongues wagging. But do not let it get to you”.

               You shot him a series look, “it doesn’t bother me one bit. Why would I care?” you dryly laughed crossing your arms over your chest, like a pouting child.

               “All I am saying is don’t let it dampen your night. You are still going, yes?” Lorenzo asked with concern.

               Looking to your friend you wanted to tell him to wipe that look off his face. But in stead you uncrossed your arms and softened the look on your face. “Yes, I am still going Lorenzo. I might be going stag, but I will be there”. And gave him a soft, warm smile.

               Lorenzo returned your smile. “I’m glad you are. But you won’t have to go stag, I’ll be your date! Or we could go stag together? If that’s a thing” he asked unsure.

               You laughed. “Going stag together might equal us going as each other’s date. So just say were each other’s date and be done with it”.

               Lorenzo softly laughed scratching the back of his head. “Yes, well then date’s it is”.

               You both went on to discuss the smaller details about going to the ball together. Such as a time and where to meet, if you both would go on your own or with friends, etc. Once that was sorted you headed back to your dorm room to start getting ready for the ball. Starting with showering and putting on something casual till you put on your dress. Next was hair and then light make up. You had never been one for heavy applied make up, it didn’t suit you.

All the while you were getting ready, your other room mates came back to start getting ready. All four of you were conversing, talking about the ball, what to expect and being silly. You all helped each other with hair or make up if needed, and of course you all helped each other with your dresses. You went with a simple (colour) floor length light gown, thin straps resting over your shoulders. The bodice fit nicely but wasn’t too tight. The bodice itself was covered in beading of (colour) and (colour). The skirt of the dress wasn’t too poofy and flowed down in a river of (colour).

               Your room mates swooned over your dress, commenting on how lovely the shade of colour was against your skin. You thanked them and admired each of their dresses as you put on your (design) pendent on a thin chain, gloves, and matching bracelet to your necklace. One by one your room mates made their way from the room while you slipped on your shoes and made sure you had what you needed in your small wristlet bag.

               You were about to leave the room too before catching a glimpse of yourself in the full-length mirror across the room. In a slight daze you moved over to the mirror, upon coming face to face with yourself, you looked over your appearance. From head to toe you examined yourself. At first you felt unsure and doubting yourself. That was till one of the girls from your room came back.

               “Forgot my lip gloss” she laughed before taking in the scene before her. She knew the look on your face, and the mirror before you. Putting the pieces together she understood. “(Y/N), you look beautiful. You always do. Don’t ever question yourself or doubt yourself. For you are the only you. And you are always the best version of yourself”.

               You felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes at her words. Flashing her a shy but happy smile, you nodded. Finding it hard to use your words from such kindness she had shown you. Without another word, your room mate grabs her lip gloss before heading out once more but says for you to hurry up and not keep your date waiting for much longer. Which makes you laugh.

               So, with those heartfelt words, you stand up straight and make your way from your room, down the stairs to the common room with what you hope was the grace of a swan. No more thoughts about Daphne. No more thoughts of Mattheo. No more worrying about what people thought. Tonight was your night. A night to have fun with your friend, to dance and let yourself enjoy the magic that The Yule Ball would hold.

               As you had descended the stairs to the dorm rooms, Lorenzo had seen you and crossed over to meet you. Holding out his right hand, a warm smile on his face, you gladly accepted his hand and returned his smile.

               “My, what a transformation” Lorenzo mused. “From ugly duckling to beautiful swan”.

               You laughed at his words. “Oh please. I wouldn’t say I have transformed”.

               He shook his head. “Yes, there is, you have confidence and a glow about you”.

               You rolled your eyes, “it’s called letting go and not caring about people”.

               Lorenzo laughed at your reply. “Well, whatever it is, keep it up. But tonight, you are the beautiful swan, and many will notice that”.

               Deciding to not indulge Lorenzo’s words further, you linked your arm around his and made to move forward. Which gave your friend the hint you were ready to go. And go you did. Walking from your house and up from the dungeons, you both made your way to The Great Hall. You both passed other couples or groups on your journey, many noticing you both and watched you both pass by. You held your head high as you gracefully walked beside Lorenzo.

               Upon reaching The Great Hall, you and Lorenzo held back, waiting for those before you to enter the hall. Among them your room mate that gave you a peptalk. Noticing you and Lorenzo, she shot you a bright smile and a thumbs up, which made you chuckle but return her smile. Once the entrance was clear, you held onto Lorenzo’s arm once more before proceeding to enter The Great Hall.

               The space that usually house meals had been turned into a Winter Wonderland! The floating candles flickered in a warm tone, with snow softly falling accompanying them. The walls housed draped cloth in dark tones. There were small trees and shrubs around the room, giving it a cozy feel. While you looked around the room at the décor, Lorenzo was smiling watching your expressions. And watching you were everyone you passed, not that you noticed.

               Mattheo was standing with his date, Daphne, and both Theodore and his date Sarah. He was making small talk with his date, while Theodore was listening to his date ramble on about something he didn’t care to listen too. Mattheo opting to tune out his companions and thinking about you. He hadn’t seen you since breakfast, when you chose to eat on your own before taking off right after finishing eating.

               Suddenly Mattheo’s ears perked up when he heard your name come from the passing girls that walked by. Confusion crossed his face, why would they be talking about you? Now he wished he hadn’t tuned out his surroundings, or else he would have known what they had said about you. Maybe you had come alone, and they were talking about pitying you? Maybe you had come with someone that they were making fun of you about bringing? Possibly they were commenting positively or negatively on your dress?

               “Oh wow” Daphne said in shock, bringing Mattheo back to the present.

               Upon turning his gaze in the direction his date was looking, Mattheo was met with Lorenzo. And on his arm was the most beautiful sight; you. Mattheo thought you were pretty every day, but tonight you were a vision of grace and beauty. You were smiling and shining brightly. He noted how slender your neck looked with your hair up. How your (colour) eyes sparkled with wonder and joy. How the apples of your cheeks were a soft, dusty red. How your lips were painted in a glossy (colour), which was a contrast to your everyday lips. The dress you wore was the last to be noticed, how its colour complimented your skin tone and hugged your frame perfectly.

               “Oh, how the ugly duckling has transformed into a beautiful swan” commented Theodore with a laugh.

               “She does look beautiful” mused Daphne, with a slight sourness to her tone.

               Silently Mattheo agreed that you were a beautiful swan, but he genuinely meant it. It was like the beauty on the inside had finally made its way to the surface, and everyone was finally seeing it for themselves. And this was the moment he kicked himself for letting his chance slip by with you. Regret surfaced for how he had not stood up for you, and siding with Theodore. For faulting in not pursuing you.

               Feeling familiar eyes upon you, you looked around before landing your gaze on the person who had you second guessing yourself, Mattheo Riddle. You noted how good he looked in his dress robes, how he had combed his curls, yet you wanted to walk over to him and mess them up. Then you noticed his date at his side. Daphne had stepped up her game, but you told yourself you looked better.

And you felt better. You felt confident. So, deciding not to dwell on what should have been. You turned your attention from the boy who held your heart, and to the one at your side. Giving him a soft smile, you both continued to move on and further into The Great Hall. For the night was young, and The Yule Ball hadn’t begun yet.

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ CONTENT: meeting the islanders, interesting reactions, learning about the islanders, more interesting reactions, spilling some tea x2, maybe turning multiple heads, girl talk, miguel being honest, grand tour

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ SUMMARY: you finally get to meet the other islanders, will there be tension in the air? will any heads be turned? keep reading to find out!

NOTES: there are two peters! the second I imagine to be a mix of andrew’s and insomniacs peter parker bc I love them both!! hopefully it won’t be too confusing 🫢 I’ll always try to refer to Peter B w the B!! (and I’m picturing the liuk s5 villa!)

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Chapter 2. Sparks

You let go of Miguel’s arm and all the guys walked over to you both with wide smiles, “Guys this is Y/n.” He introduces you to them and you first hug Peter B, who was grinning his face off and the first to come up to you.

“So nice to meet you.” You say and he pulls away, checking you out for a second before grabbing your hand and giving you a quick spin.

“Nice to meet you too, wow you are stunning.” He says making you laugh then smile.

“Thank you! You’re so sweet.” You respond and go in to hug another islander who you recognized to be Daniel.

“Hi nice to meet you!” He says in your ear and you pull away saying the same.

You remember him being from Colombia which definitely also had him on the top spot of your list because you loved your fellow Latinos.

Up next was the second Peter and his hug was a little awkward but he seemed like the most introverted of the group so you understood. “Ooo I love your tattoo!” You compliment and point to his spider tattoo on his forearm.

“Oh thanks! It’s one of my favorite ones.” He says with a small smile making you aww.

After him was David, who was the literal definition of tall, dark, and handsome. He was for sure above 6’0, had a body sculpted by gods, and had some neat braids.

He was checking you out as Peter showed you another tattoo to which he just joked to stop hogging you.

You laughed and Peter just mumbled an apology to which you just replied saying you’d love to see them tomorrow so he wouldn’t feel bad.

You hugged David, having to reach up more than the others, and he hugged you back before realizing you were still wet and quickly pulled away from you. “What are you scared of a little water?” You tease and he scoffs.

“No… I just didn’t expect it.” He sassily says which almost had you gagging because huh?

“We just came back from the hot tub? Why wouldn’t we be wet…?” You challenge and he’s left speechless.

All brawn no brain, how sad.

And somewhat of an immediate ick, not a good sign.

The last two were the newest bombshells, Raul and Jordan. They both pulled you in for a hug at the same time making you smile. “Welcome to the villa!” Jordan said with a wide grin as they pulled away from you.

“Aww thank you!” You say excitedly, feeling at ease with other people that have been in your shoes.

“What an entrance I gotta say!” Raul compliments making you laugh.

“I wasn’t sure how exactly to go about it I can’t lie.” You laugh and they both give you smiles.

Raul is from Puerto Rico, has brown curly hair, and pretty hazel eyes. He was just gorgeous and from what you’ve seen, such a sweetheart. He was the one always making coffees for anyone who wanted one and even breakfast.

Jordan has brown skin, some locs, and from what you could remember he said his nationality was Nigerian but has been living in the states since he was a teenager.

At this point all of them caught your eye and you’ll be so busy tomorrow.

All the guys were behind you as the two new guys started a conversation with you, well mostly giving advice on toe stepping and to not be afraid to do it since you were in here for you.

You heard some murmurs behind you and you turned around to find two of the girls came into the kitchen.

“Oh my god you look so hot.” MJ says with wide eyes before pulling you in for a hug.

You laugh and pulled away checking her out too, “you’re pretty hot yourself girl.”

“Stop it.” She waves you off then gives you a kind smile.

“Now that is how you bombshell.” Gwen says, playfully pointing a finger at you and you giggle before hugging her.

“Yeah y’know someone had to do it.” You joked making them both chuckle.

“You guys are so gorgeous.” You say and admire how pretty MJ looked in red as well as how Gwen was rocking a black suit.

“Literally so hot.” You compliment making them both go on to compliment you.

You went on to say how you loved specific things about their outfits meanwhile you could somewhat hear Peter B yell behind you. “Girls come say hi!”

You tried to not make a face, given three of the girls didn’t come up to say anything since you got here. You weren’t going to say it was rude but you sure were thinking it.

It didn’t help that you heard groans as they stood up from the daybeds and at that point they shouldn’t have even bothered.

The guys in front of you were giving them slight glares and just confused on why they were acting like this because not even the guys were this petty when the guy bombshells came in.

You looked at Miguel and he was shaking his head, he then locked eyes with you and gave you a sympathetic smile. You gave him a shrug and gave him wide eyes then looked to your left and right.

He chuckled and finally you heard the clicks of heels getting closer. You looked over and there were the rest of the girls with annoyed looks on their faces.

“Geez if it’s that much trouble they shouldn’t even come.” You mutter and MJ sighs.

“I don’t know why they’re like this, it’s just unnecessary and rude.” She says and grabs your hand, giving it a squeeze.

“The guys don’t look too happy about it either.” Gwen whispers to you and you look at them.

Sure enough they were all shaking their heads in disapproval. Especially Miguel and the Peter’s.

“What is wrong with you guys?” Peter mumbles under his breath and Jazmin just rolls her eyes.

“We weren’t like this when Raul and Jordan came in and they took four of you on dates..” Daniel mutters, making Dana scoff.

“Well they didn’t take-“ she said but then cuts herself off because her point wasn’t even going to make sense considering Jordan snatched Jazmin from Daniel last night.

“Have some hospitality, come on you girls are better than this.” Miguel mumbles and shakes his head.

“It’s not like we’re gonna be the bestest of friends. She’s gonna steal one of you from us.” Valeria complains and pouts.

“Ah so now you don’t like that the shoe is on the other foot huh?” David chimes in and she folds her arms against her chest realizing he had a point.

At this point Gwen, MJ, Raul, and Jordan were all trying to distract you by letting you ask questions about them which let you know that MJ was an aspiring actress, Gwen had a biochem degree (which had you questioning why Miguel wished there were science nerds in here), Raul was a chef, and Jordan was a model which didn’t surprise you in the slightest.

The girls sighed then looked at each other and just shrugged, now walking over to you. Valeria was the first to introduce herself, the fake facade going away and actually giving you a genuine smile. “Hi I’m Valeria but you can call me Val. Nice to meet you girl.” She says and going in for a hug.

You hug her back then pull away, your eyes gravitating to her cute planet necklace. “Your necklace is so cute! Where did you get it?” You ask and she squeals.

“It’s from Vivienne Westwood! They had a small line of jewelry with these pendants. This was gifted by a family friend.” She says enthusiastically making you aw.

“That’s such a sweet gift, it’s so pretty.” You compliment once again and she grins.

It seemed like she was easily swayed to act one way because this Val seemed nice once she wasn’t just with the other two.

She was on the shorter side, had long navy blue hair, and fair skin. She was really gorgeous.

“It’s nice to meet you Val, hope we can befriend each other this summer.” You say and she nods.

“I’d like that.” She replies and steps aside so the next one can go.

Up next was Jazmin, who gave you a wave, then went in for a hug. It was short but sweet and you were just astounded they had the mindset of not even greeting you because you went on one date.

On the first week too, which makes it like ten times scarier.

She then quickly introduces herself then stands by Val, not at all bothered to hear your response.

She was tall, had brown skin, with cornrows in a high ponytail, and wearing a black bodycon dress. She was also a stunner.

Lastly was Dana, who couldn’t wipe that look off her face as hard as she tried. And how could she?

You had just gone on a date with her so called soulmate and yet he was beaming as soon as he got back. She quickly noticed the way he and Peter B began whispering in each others faces after Peter spun you.

She couldn’t even be bothered to act nice because she needed to know Miguel’s thoughts on the date but knowing damn well he’s going to tell the guys first.

“Welcome to the villa.” She says dryly and the energy with everyone there just felt so off.

That was until Peter B yelled that everyone should go to the firepit.

“Let’s go!” He yells and everyone scrambled out of the kitchen.

Dana and Jazmin zoomed to the firepit and were whispering to each other while Daniel and Raul both offered you their arm so you linked arms with both of them as you headed down.

The rest all walked down together and your nerves grew once again. You were going to be the center of attention and it was really hitting you of what it was you had to do here.

You were going to step on so many toes and half the girls were already giving you the stank eye. All the guys were fine and you’d probably have to make you mind up after 48 hours and that’s just your anxiety thinking far ahead.

Raul must’ve somehow sensed it and just whispered some calming words, saying he felt the same way and everything turned out fine, for the most part.

You just nodded and took a deep breath as they led you to the middle of the firepit. You sat down and unlinked your arms but they still sat next to you.

You felt a shiver go down your spine and because the sun was setting, it was already getting darker which meant it’s slightly getting colder and you’re in a bikini while the girls are fully clothed.

At least Miguel was also in the same boat as you, but maybe he was good with the cold considering he was from New York.

You looked for him, quickly finding him to be next to Raul, who was on your right. He was fine. Not even shivering a tiny bit. And he was still looking as fine as ever.

As everyone sat down they all turned to look at you and you quickly remembered what you had prepared in your head nearly all day. “Hi I’m Y/n, I’m twenty four, I live in Houston, just graduated from nursing school, and I’m looking for the love of my life!”

Peter B was the first to yell, “FUCK YEAH!!” Everyone else followed suit and you quickly realized that Peter would instantly be an amazing hype man.

“What’s your type?” Jordan asks and you hummed.

“Physical type all I ask for is someone taller than me. I’ve gone out with all kinds of people and personality is a big thing as well. Also need someone I can laugh with over the dumbest things.” You reply and he nods while some of the other guys hum.

“How about last relationship?” Peter asks and you quickly respond.

“Two years ago! He was very childish by the end of the relationship and it made me realize I didn’t want to date a boy.” You explain while looking around to not have just eye contact with one person.

“Ah so you’re looking for a man?” David asks and you nod.

“Exactly. I don’t want to play any more games and hopefully I won’t have to.” You say and chuckle.

“Who do you have your eye on?” MJ asks making you laugh.

“On to the bigger questions huh?” You joke and she nods.

“Hmm… Well I think I gotta keep my cards close to my chest but all the guys are fine so I’m in for a wild ride.” you say and a few of the guys cheer but you laughed at Peter B giving Miguel a fist bump.

“Honestly I think I’m just going to get to know everyone and see where it goes!” You add and some murmur in agreement.

“Well welcome to the villa!” Raul says and wraps his arm around you, giving you a little side hug as some of the other guys cheer.

“Hey Y/n do you wanna have a little girl’s chat?” MJ asks and you nod.

“Let’s do itttt.” You say and stand up along with the other girls.

“Where do you wanna go?” Gwen asks and you look around as you all walk away from the fire pit.

“How about the swing set?” You suggest and you all start making your way there.

As soon as you were out of ear shot the guys all immediately gather together and are silent but with sly hand motions and reactions, they all get their point across that they find you attractive.

Then once they saw you were all sat, they all started talking at the same time.

“Dude-“

“I know-“

“We’re so in trouble.”

“That bikini..”

“She’s stunning.”

“Wait so how’d the date go?!?” Peter B impatiently asked and wrapped his around around Miguel’s shoulder.

They all remembered and quickly turned to look at him, wanting to know the details.

“It went… very well.” He says slowly, trying to carefully think of what he wants to say.

He knows the guys won’t entirely snitch on him but if any of the girls press hard enough one of them might crack so he’ll be safer than sorry with carefully selected phrasing than careless ones that could potentially hurt Dana.

“Come on Mig, give us more than that!” Second Peter nagged making Miguel chuckle.

“Alright, it went really good. Honestly such a nice first date, better than I could’ve imagined.” He says and tries to stop a smile from taking over his face but the guys called it out quick, and loudly.

“OH MY GOD I KNEW IT!”

“So happy for you bro.”

“It’s what you needed.”

“Mans is cheesin’!!”

After Peter B’s loud outburst, he shushed them so their reactions wouldn’t give him away just yet. He still had to have that conversation with Dana before they went to bed.

“I didn’t think an instant spark would happen for me, let alone a bit of love at first sight-“ he starts but gets brutally interrupted with the guys patting him on the back and struggling to not yell in excitement for him.

“Explain!” Daniel mutters under his breath and the rest nod their heads meanwhile Peter B next to him was nearly shaking in anticipation.

“I don’t know when I walked in and saw her I was just kind of speechless. I thought I was just going to be up there nearly drooling and not able to snap out of it but we got to talking as soon as she said hey and I can’t believe how effortless our conversations were.” He admits, feeling his face grow hot which prompted the guys to laugh and Peter B to poke his cheeks.

But he could tell they were happy for him, their wide grins were a dead giveaway.

“She was just so energetic and we had so much in common. It really felt like I could talk to her about absolutely anything.” He says and the guys nod.

“Bro I’m so happy for you.” David says and daps him up.

“Clearly the public knew what needed to be done.” Jordan snickers, making the guys burst out laughing.

“Stop-“ Daniel mutters and covers his mouth in shock.

After a few more seconds of them just laughing Miguel remembered something he wanted to tell them.

“Oh and she’s a latina. Fluent in Spanish and the conversation was flowing I forgot to ask from where.” He says and Raul gasps.

“Nah really?” Raul says sarcastically, making Miguel roll his eyes.

“To be fair Val is Mexican and isn’t fluent.” Daniel chimes in and Raul hums.

“Have a point there. Pero Y/n esta hermosa y habla el lenguaje.” He says and has both Miguel and Daniel murmuring in agreement. (But Y/n is gorgeous and speaks the language)

“Is she turning your head already then?” Peter jokes and he just shrugs.

“It’s just a plus when a girl speaks the mother language.” He admits and then gives a sheepish grin.

“Fair enough.”

“I get that.”

“Y saben es un poco coqueta..” Miguel says making Raul and Daniel both widen their eyes a little. (And y’know she’s a little flirty..)

“Nomas un poco..?” Raul asks with a raised eyebrow, curiosity getting the best of him and Miguel shrugs. (Only a little..?)

“Tal ves lo tienes que confírmalo tu mismo.” Miguel suggests and Raul just nods. (Maybe you need to confirm it yourself)

“Tal ves si lo haré.” He responds and look over at the girls on the swing but more specifically looking at you. (Maybe I will)

Miguel chuckled and looked at how confused the rest of them were before quickly translating the first thing he said, “I said that she’s a bit flirty.”

“Oh is she?” Jordan asks and Miguel had to do the same thing he did to Raul.

“Maybe you should find out for yourself.” He says earning himself a laugh from Jordan.

“Maybe I will.” He responds back and Miguel, Raul and Daniel all burst out laughing.

“Oh my god you guys do share a braincell-“ Daniel jokes and Jordan just groans.

“We said the same thing again?” He asks and just shakes his head when the guys answered.

“Best bromance love island’s ever seen.” David teases and Jordan flips him off.

“Wait Miguel what rating would you give the date then?” Peter asks and Miguel calms himself down then hums.

“Thirteen out of ten.” He replies and the guys scream and cheer, completely forgetting about being quiet.

“You’re gonna pursue her right? Like come on you have to.” Peter B says with a cheeky grin.

He takes a few seconds for a dramatic pause just so Peter B can get annoyed at him making him wait. “I’d be the dumbest man alive if I don’t.” He admits, looking at them giving him the cheesiest of grins imaginable.

“Good man.”

“Absolutely.”

“Wait Miguel did you kiss her?” David asks and he shakes his head.

“No, it would’ve been too soon and I really need to pull Dana before we go to sleep.” He says and Peter B lets out some coughs.

“Should’ve just done it.” He mutters between coughs making Miguel roll his eyes.

“I wouldn’t wanna hurt Dana like that, it’s not fair to her.” He mumbled and they nodded.

“It’s going to be tough.” Raul says, giving him a sympathetic smile.

“Knowing Dana, she is not going to believe you and will just assume Y/n turned your head, which she might have… but that’s besides the point.” Peter B rambles and continues, “she might just assume you’re only having these feelings because a new girl came in.”

“That’s why I’d like to talk to her before it’s too late.” Miguel says making the guys hum.

Luckily all the girls were preoccupied listening to your side of the story to go off on the guys for how disrespectful they were being. Luck was on your side boys!

As soon as you had sat down on the swing all the girls bombarded you with questions and you really should’ve seen it coming.

“How was the date?”

“So who do you have your eye on?”

“What’s your actual type?”

“Did you kiss him?”

You nervously laugh and look at them as they’re awaiting your answer to probably all their questions.

MJ was the only one who didn’t ask something and she was just as stunned as you. Gwen also didn’t expect for the other three to ask you anything considering how they’ve been acting since Miguel got the text.

Dana was a mess and started bawling her eyes out because she didn’t even get to say anything to him or hug him before he left. The other two instantly got into cliquey mean girl mode and said things like no girl could take Miguel from her and that you wouldn’t be prettier than her which had MJ and Gwen feeling so uncomfortable.

To them it just felt like an unnecessary thing to say and they were all in the earliest of days getting to know one another. There’s no point in trying to bring Dana up by bringing another girl down.

They tried to make her feel better but their actual kind words just weren’t what she wanted to hear. So of course the other two told her what she wanted to hear to cheer her up, not like any of them would now say any of that stuff to your face right now.

“Honestly the date was amazing, I think we just clicked and bounced off each other so naturally and quickly found out how much we had in common.” You start and pray you wouldn’t get your ass beat then and there.

“He was very sweet and I was pleasantly surprised that he could actually hold a decent conversation with me.” You added making MJ giggle.

“Honestly he’s such a sweetie, just very playful when he wants to be.” she says and you nod.

“I definitely got that vibe! He looks like he’d break some hearts but that date just showed the total opposite.” You reply then chuckle. “At least for now y’know.” You quickly add because you didn’t really want to jinx yourself.

“And as for who I have my eye on… genuinely I don’t have any names. I’d like to talk to them all tomorrow and see what’s up with them all because they all seem so sweet.” You explain and that clearly did not sit well with the cliquey trio, even Val.

“I didn’t lie about my type and no I did not kiss him.” You say and look at the two who asked.

Dana looked like she was going to explode and Jazmin didn’t really care, the difference in their reactions was very telling and you were astounded that they were this judgemental.

“Did you feel any sparks?” Gwen asks and Dana’s face got red fast.

You collected your thoughts and debated on whether or not you’d be honest. They might be able to tell if you lie but even if you did, you’d just feel guilty of it.

“I did feel some sparks but we’ll just have to see if they were reciprocated..” You say and shrug, but mentally praying that they were.

Dana’s eyes were twitching and she was very clearly not expecting to hear positive things from the date.

Now she was the one praying that he didn’t feel a thing and they’d be fine until the end. She wanted to be one of those day one couples that had an absolute perfect run, no turmoil, no heads turned, well behaved in casa, and have a smooth finish by splitting the money.

It’s something that’s rare because a lot of people find it hard to be loyal and to just stick with one person for the whole two months. She was thinking it’d be smooth sailing for her and Miguel, having no idea what was to come for her.

“Well Mig seemed very happy when he got here! I feel like it’s good to explore different connections during the first week.” MJ says and Dana gave her the biggest death glare possible.

“Oh for sure! I feel like it’s just gonna be a part of the experince.” You say and she nods.

“Exactly! It’s like a ‘what if’ situation y’know? Like what if you just click with someone more than you expected because you didn’t give them a fair shot to begin with?” Her example made perfect sense and you wouldn’t expect whoever you’d end up choosing to couple up with to just be closed off so soon. Sure some jealousy may occur but that’d be a normal reaction.

Especially if you do end up feeling Miguel more because that date really was the epitome of a perfect first date. Just getting along well, making each other laugh, and a side of flirting? What else could you have asked for?

And him being a perfect gentleman was an extra plus that was so nice to see.

“I feel like because being in here is such a different situation to the outside, you may as well get to know everyone while you can. As long as everyone’s being honest, why not?” You say and MJ nods.

“I’ve been telling Peter he could get to know other girls but he’s the one that has all his eggs on my basket.” She playfully rolls her eyes making you chuckle.

“To be fair it does look like you guys get on incredibly well.” You say truthfully, earning yourself a grin from the redhead.

“Do you really think so?” She asks and you scoff.

“No doubt about it!” You wave her off and she shrugs.

“Well I’m glad what we have is noticeable on the outside then.” She says, feeling her cheeks go warm.

“How are the rest of you in your couples?” You ask looking at the other girls and Dana just chuckles.

“Shouldn’t we be asking you more questions?” Dana asks with a raised brow.

“I mean you could… but I kind of wanted to hear how you guys feel in your couples.” You say and she hums.

“Well Miguel and I are doing great. I’ve never been so happy to meet someone right off the bat that just gets me. I honestly see a bright future with him.” She says and you nod, slightly feeling bad knowing Miguel has been wanting to tell her the truth.

“How about you Gwen?” You look to your left and she tries to hide a smile.

“I’m happy with the pace we’re going, I definitely feel sparks when I’m with him and the more I talk to him, the more I feel myself liking him.” She admits making you aww.

“He seems so sweet! I wish you two the best.” You say and she smiles, “thanks babe, you’re so sweet.”

“I honestly don’t know which I like more. I was feeling a little something with David but then Raul came and kinda sweeped me off my feet which is just making it harder for me to distinguish which I like more.” Val rambles making you chuckle.

“Go with your heart! Just continue chatting to both and I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” You say and she nods.

“I think I’m liking Danny more.” Jazmin says and shrugs.

Right after she was done talking you noticed all the guys got up from the firepit and began to disperse. Three were on their way to the swing while the other four went to the kitchen.

“Oh they must be up to something.” MJ mutters and watched as the three amigos walk towards you guys.

“Wouldn’t be surprising.” Gwen jokes making Val chuckle.

“With Peter B too, it might be over for us.” She says under her breath and they finally come up the steps.

“Y/n would you like the grand tour of the place?” Raul asks and you nod.

“Of course! Can’t say no to that.” You exclaim and get up.

He sticks his arm out for you as Peter B looks to be the second tour guide with Miguel behind him looking nervous.

Uh oh.

“Dana can we go for a chat?” He asks and she eagerly nods.

She quickly stood up and attached herself to him as they made their way to the daybeds.

Jazmin and Val walked off to the kitchen and the rest of you were looking at Dana and Miguel sitting on the daybed. “Well that’s going to be the reason for world war three.” Peter B jokes making you stifle a laugh back.

Too soon.

“Peter!” MJ hisses and he shrugs.

“Just being honest.” He mutters then looks away from them and looks to you, “well we owe you a tour.”

“That you guys do.” You say finally getting up and linking your arm to Raul’s.

“Are you guys gonna join?” He asks and the girls hum.

“It might be a good idea…” MJ mutters and Peter B was about to crack a joke but she stopped him, “don’t even think about it.”

“Yes ma’am.” He says sarcastically then chuckles.

“Alright let’s go!” He yells and wraps an arm around MJ as you all head over to the kitchen.

Dana is hearing wedding bells any time she looks at Miguel, he on the other hand looks like he’s preparing a restraining order! How poetic.

Miguel led Dana to the daybed that was on the right side, he sat down first then scooted over so she could sit next to him.

She plopped down next to him and he was already feeling so guilty. He felt even worse because he really was prepping for this very conversation before the date but now it’s just looking like he’s jumping ship because of the date which really wasn’t the case.

“So… how was the date?” She asks through gritted teeth and he turns his body to look at her.

Her blue eyes filled with worry and her hands slightly shaking just made it ten times worse.

“It was a good date, I did enjoy it but first I want to be honest with you about my feelings overall.” He starts and she slowly nods, not sure what to expect from him.

Her eyes were already getting glossy and she just had an overall bad feeling about this. Her intuition was rarely wrong and right now she wasn’t feeling too good about where this was going.

“I have been thinking a lot the past few days. Firstly I’d like to say that I was going to have this conversation with you after I was done talking to Peter B earlier but I got the text and then I wasn’t able to talk to you until right now-“ he rambled and she cut him off, “Just get to the point!”

“Right... So I didn’t feel an immediate spark with you and I thought it’d be one of those things where maybe it’ll grow after a few days so I gave it a few days to get to know you better and see if I would feel it.” He says and takes a deep breath.

Her lip started to quiver and she already felt her whole future come crashing down in front of her eyes.

“I didn’t feel it. I feel so bad about it because you’re such an amazing girl and I’ve had such a good time talking to you, getting to know you, and making you laugh. But I’m not feeling a romantic connection and it was time for me to not only be honest to you, but to myself as well because it’s not something that can be forced from either side.” He admits and she’s just sat silent.

She looks away from him, tears threatening to spill but she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. She quickly wipes under her eyes with her left hand then takes another deep breath before turning to him.

“Fuck.. I really didn’t expect to hear this from you.. at all.” She mutters and gulps.

“I know I’m so sorry. I didn't think things would turn out this way. I genuinely did love getting to know you but I just… didn’t feel it.” He says and she nods.

She quickly thinks of something to say and although she did feel a sting in her heart, she knew she couldn’t really blame him for it.

Sparks might not always come up and she had to accept that one way or another.

“Well thank you for being honest, I can’t say I’m happy about it obviously… but I appreciate the honesty and hope you do find someone.” She says and gives him the smallest of smiles.

“I know you’ll find someone who’ll give you all the iced coffees and sarcasm you could ever ask for.” He says and she chuckles as a singular tear falls down her cheek quickly.

“I sure hope so.” She whispers and wipes the tear away then fixes her hair.

She stands up and he quickly follows suit, “Friends?” He asks and opens his arms wide.

“Friends.” She says and accepts his hug.

What would now probably be the last one ever and she can’t believe it. She could tell from his eyes that everything he said was true. Especially how he looked almost panicked when he said he wanted to have the conversation before he got the text.

She probably would’ve believed him nonetheless because there have been signs the past two days. Signs that she swore would just go away or a part of her imagination, but they weren’t.

Like how he didn’t cuddle her in bed. Or how he never tried to kiss her outside of a challenge (which she was always waiting on).

The good thing was he definitely was trying with her because he didn’t get to know any other girl so that counts for something.

They both pulled away and he gave her a small smile. “If you want I could leave you the bed, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything. You could have your space.”

She hums and shrugs, “Hmm I’m not sure.. ask me later and I’ll decide then.”

He nods and they both walk together for a few seconds but Miguel heads to the firepit while she goes on to go to the kitchen to talk to her girls.

Never been so gutted a couple split up before….. well let’s move on to new girl Y/n getting a grand tour of her new home!

“Obviously up first has to be the kitchen! Drama free, filled with delicious food, and underrated part of the villa to have a chat.” Peter B says and gasps at seeing an opened bag of Lays chips.

He grabs a handful then throws half in his mouth, “Tho now we cun go inthide.”

“What?” You laugh and shake your head.

“Babe, manners please.” MJ pleads, making him roll his eyes.

He swallows and leads the way to go inside, “tough crowd.”

You giggle and Gwen whispers to you, “he is the definition of a goofball.”

“I can tell.” You whisper back making her giggle.

He opens the door for you all and you’ve already seen the beds but now you looked at the neon lights on each side of the room. They illuminated the room a bit more and Raul let you go so you could walk around a bit.

“It’s so much prettier in person.” You say and Gwen quickly agrees.

“We fell in love as soon as we walked through the doors.” She says with a chuckle.

“You’ll get use to the bright light soon enough.” She adds and you nod.

“Ooooh Y/n your bed is already ready.” Peter says and points to the corner bed.

“Oh fuck yes!!” You scream and run towards it then jump on it.

At this point you were more or so dry, so you didn’t hesitate.

It was so soft and was luckily like a cloud. Good thing it’d help the back problems and you’ll get to sleep like a baby.

“A bed all to yourself huh?” Raul says and you flip to look at them.

“Just for the night but better believe I’m gonna enjoy it.” You say and sigh, just letting yourself sink into the bed.

“Alright, alright let’s get going.” Peter says and you pout but get up anyway.

“Are you on a schedule?” You joke and he playfully nods.

“I am so if you don’t mind and keep your hands in the ride.” He says and pretends to point to a file line.

You laugh and walk over to them, now Raul opening the door for everyone while you walk to the main entrance.

Peter takes a right and you follow suit, now walking into the lounge room. There were a few couches with brightly colored pillows on them, plants, more neon light signs, a coffee table, and cute bunny chairs.

It was a cute little hangout spot and right behind the couches was the doghouse.

“I feel like my boy Mig might be sleeping here tonight.” Peter says earning himself a smack on the arm by MJ.

“WHA—!“

“Don’t say stuff like that Pete!” She says in a hushed tone and he waves her off.

“Okay listen most of us already knew it was coming so it’s like… getting used to the idea.” He explains and she just raises a brow.

“We’re gonna have to work on your big mouth.” She playfully jokes, making him groan.

He wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him then kisses her cheek.

He then points to the door that was straight ahead “This is the hideaway which you already knew but you’ve been one of the first to see!” He says and you chuckle.

“Wasn’t really paying too much attention to the actual room…” you say, earning yourself a gasp from him.

“Naughty.” He mutters then lightly elbows your side.

“Oh my god not like that-“

“Yeah yeah sure.” He cuts you off and leads you all to the stairs.

“Let’s keep it going before I feel the need to puke.” He jokes, making you groan.

“Ladies first.” He says, letting go of MJ.

She lets you go first and you’re grateful because this bikini was starting to feel tight and didn’t want to give either guy a free show.

You carefully go up all the stairs and MJ points to the left. You both head their first but Peter catches up to you and just shakes his head. “It’s the beach hut, you’ll be called in before and after challenges, after a date, and all throughout the day.” He explains and you nod.

You do a 360 and Peter leads you straight ahead. You turn to your right and there was the bathroom. You could peek through from the little hallway and see the showers and all types of products on the left and right side of the walls.

Peter ushers you to go in and you do. You walk in and there was a huge mirror against the wall as soon as you walk in and to the right is a bathtub sandwiched between two sinks.

Across from the sinks were two showers and a door to the left of them. “The toilet.” Peter says and you turn to look at him with wide eyes.

“Toilet? As in singular?” You ask, completely stunned.

“Unfortunately.” Gwen groans and you gasp.

“That’s- that’s fucking insane.” You gasp then wince at the thought of having to share a toliet with men who might not know how to aim correctly.

“Well sometimes they occasionally let us use the hideaway bathroom. On rare occasions…” Raul says and you nearly let out a cry.

“Listen, we all get used to it and swear it’s not that bad.” Peter says then lets out a burp.

“Give me a second.” He says and opens said door to utilize it.

One of your eyes twitches and the girls unfortunately don’t have anything to say that’ll make you feel better. It’s been hell.

“Can’t even say it’ll get better girls?” You ask nervously and it was crickets.

“I’m not gonna name any names but some of the guys apparently just don’t know how to piss.” Gwen says with a gag.

“This is probably the worst revelation to all mankind.” You say and shake your head.

“Hope you’re not a night owl either because out here you’re gonna be an early bird.” Raul says and you gasp.

“Y’know what guys I think I can make tinder work…” you half joke and pretend to walk off.

But then you look at the second mirror that was next to some face and hair products on the wall. You fix some stray hairs and your bikini top when you hear a flush.

You look behind you and Peter walks directly to the sink. Everyone looked at him, just patiently waiting while he made sure to wash his hands for a solid minute.

He dries his hands with a small towel then claps his hands, “alright let’s go.”

He took a right and after a few steps you were inside the dressing room. It was somehow the brightest room in the whole villa but it made perfect sense since this was where the girls would do their hair and makeup.

“Oh my god-“ you say and take it in.

In the middle was a big circle table with small chairs below them, and on top were mirrors, hair curlers, Dyson airwraps, and makeup scattered all over it. “Sorry we didn’t clean up our mess..” Gwen chuckles and you wave her off.

“Understandable.”

To the left side were drawers and cabinets of just makeup and hair products.

To the right side was the closet where some of the sliding doors were slightly open which showed how filled of clothes they were. The best part was that the doors were all mirrors, and took up two walls so it was perfect for group selfies or just checking out how your fit looks without bothering someone else.

You walked a step to where there were makeup products, probably from sponsors that production will make you wear, and open two different drawers. One was filled with lip liners and the other with lip sticks.

“This might just be heaven.” You mumble making the girls giggle.

“You’re gonna blend in fine girl.” MJ says, now stood to you and held your hand.

“I hope so! Not sure I’d be able to deal with awkwardness too well though.” You joke and Peter just scoffs.

“I think you dealt with awkwardness just fine earlier. With pure grace if you will.” He says and you shrug.

“Thought I was going to get eaten alive with that girl's chat.” You joke and fake shiver.

“Oh my god you haven’t even seen the best part.” Gwen gasps and grabs your other hand, spinning you to follow her along with MJ, who didn’t let go.

Gwen opens the door to the terrace and the sun has now set, it was pitch black until you walked out and got to the couches and saw the beautiful fairy lights illuminating the garden.

You had a view of the entire garden, besides the kitchen because it was right below the terrace. You saw a few of the guys on the firepit and could barely see the girls by the beanbags which was right by the long pool.

“Wow.” Was all you could manage to think of.

“It’s even more beautiful in the mornings!” MJ excitedly says and you sigh.

Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.

You sit on the cushioned sofa to look over at the garden before facing them and seeing a cute coffee table in the middle of all the little sofas. There were plants by the walls next to the door and you were stunned by how pretty and surreal the villa looked.

“On second thought I might stick around for a while…” you joke making them chuckle.

Suddenly you heard noises below you and your eyes lit up, “can I finally shower?”

“You gotta go beat everyone else!” Peter exclaims and you get up and run as fast as you can inside.

Luckily your suitcase was in the dressing room so you quickly put it down and opened it, quickly scrambling to find a pair of undies and some pj’s.

Today must’ve been your lucky day because your cute pjs sets were right on top and found your underwear to be on a side pocket. You chose a random one and sprinted to the bathroom as the rest of the islanders went inside to get ready to go to sleep.

As you quickly hopped in to one of the two showers, the three other girls were coming up the stairs and the guys were in the bedroom getting undressed.

At this point Miguel had had his chat with Dana and spilled the beans with the guys. Dana had done the same, or at least tried to because she started to sob before getting a single word in.

Raul and Peter went downstairs as the girls went into the dressing room and Dana’s smeared makeup was not a good sign so they sprinted downstairs to know what happened.

“What happened?!?” Peter yells as they walked into the bedroom and Raul quickly closed the door.

“I ripped the bandaid off.” Miguel responds then sighs.

“She took it better than I thought, at least in front of me she did.” He said sadly and Peter frowns, walking up to him.

He gives him a bear hug and pats him on the back as Miguel hugged him back. “You had to do it. You weren’t feeling it and there was no point in letting her fall in love with you while you didn’t feel jack shit.” He says bluntly making a few of the guys murmur.

“Brutal.”

“When it comes to love, you have to be.” He quickly says and it sounded much deeper than he wanted.

And coming from him was just something else.

“You’re here for you alright? Don’t forget that.” He says and lets him go.

Raul then steps him and gives him a shorter hug, “he’s got a point, we’re all here to find love so it’s only fair you’re true to yourself.”

“Thanks guys.” Miguel chuckles as Raul pats his back.

“Alright well I think I have to hit the showers.” He says but Peter makes a face.

“Y/n’s up there right now, maybe wait a bit so it won’t look a type of way.” He advises and Miguel nods.

“That’s fine by me.”

After you had finished your shower now feeling all clean and refreshed in your cute pj set, you only caught Jordan brushing his teeth.

“Oh here are the toothbrushes by the way!” He says and pulls a little bin under the sink to show you sealed toothbrushes.

“Thank you!” You exclaim and grab a red one.

“After you’re done most of us put them in these little tube boxes and you just write your initials on it, and then put it in your own cabinet over there.” He shows you another bin with the boxes and pointed to the drawers on the sides of the wall.

“It’ll take some time to get use to but you’ll catch on quick.” He adds and you nod.

“Thanks.” You say and open the toothbrush then throw the packaging in the garbage below the sink.

“Gonna have to assume the toothpaste is….” You guess a random bin next to the tootheburshes and of course, there they were.

“See you’re catching on already.” He teases making you chuckle.

You open up the tube and put a dollop on your toothbrush when you see a shirtless torso walking by through the opening on the wall. You follow it then look away once they’re in the bathroom. You brush your teeth looking at the mirror and the shirtless torso made an appearance behind you, it belongs to none other than Miguel.

You check him out in the mirror and you were just admiring his biceps as he grabbed a towel and put it on the rack by that shower. You shook your head and spit into the sink before quickly finishing up.

You take another looks at the bins to find one with floss and it only took two tries to find it. You took out a decent amount before flossing your teeth, getting closer to the mirror so you could see better. At that point Jordan had left and you were alone besides Miguel, who was in the shower.

You threw the floss into the garbage and were wondering what they used to write on the boxes. You bit your lip and wondered if there were sharpies or something around.

Then an idea clicked and you put your wet toothbrush into the box before walking over to the empty dressing room and going through the drawers until you found eyeliner. You wrote your initials in cursive just to be a little extra.

You put the eyeliner back into the drawer then closed it before walking back into the bathroom. You grabbed all your things and opened drawers until you found an ideal one to put them in.

Just then the water turned off and that was your cue to leave because you didn’t know if you could handle shirtless wet Miguel at that moment.

So you saw yourself out and went downstairs and into the bedroom where everyone was on each others beds, Gwen was racing Peter B from jumping to bed to bed. You closed the door and shook your head in disbelief.

You covered your mouth as Peter nearly knocked over the second Peter, who didn’t see him coming.

“Bro move!!” Peter B yelled and Peter gave him a scoff.

You walked to your bed and sat on the edge so they could still finish their race.

Gwen was beating him by two beds and with her fast speed she beat him by a landslide. MJ clapped for Gwen which prompted Peter B to give her a playful glare before he sprinted towards her like a bull.

He then began tickling her and she immediately started yelling for him to stop but that devious look on his face did not look like he was going to stop anytime soon.

You looked at the bed next to you and it was Jordan and Jazmin’s. Jordan was already snuggled to the blankets but Jazmin was in Dana’s bed.

Then as if remembering something Dana got up and walked out, going upstairs. She went directly to the bathroom and Miguel was coming out of the shower.

Droplets were dripping down his body and she had to remind herself to stay focused. “You can sleep in our bed, it’s absolutely fine.”

“Are you sure?” He asks as he dries his hair with a towel and she nods.

“Yes.”

Meanwhile Peter B made his way to your bed and was giving you a fat ass hug while saying, “I hope your first night was good.”

“Honestly was better than I expected.” You said and hugged him back.

It felt as if you had been friends for years. He was so laidback with a good amount of playfulness and goofiness, you didn’t even mind the gesture.

That was until MJ and Raul followed his lead and jumped on top of you, making you both fall back onto your mattress. “Fuck-“ you groaned and felt Raul’s body weight on you.

“Get your fat ass off the poor girl Raul.” You hear a voice say as you fake groaned some more.

He was then off you thinking they were real and you gave him a laugh when he realized you were playing. He was about to pounce on you again when Miguel held him back, “let her be man, come on it’s her first night.”

Raul shrugs and goes in for a normal hug which you accept, “Buenas noches, duerme con los angelitos hermosa.” He whispers in your ear and you felt a shiver go down your spine. (Goodnight, sleep with the little angels gorgeous)

Damn.

“Igualmente.” You whisper back and he pulls away with a grin. (Likewise)

MJ then hugs you and pulls away with Peter B giving you yet another hug. He pulls away and they went on to their own bed.

You then notice Miguel leaning against Jordan and Jazmin’s bed, just looking at you. “What did you want me to tuck you in?” You joke and he chuckles.

“I wouldn’t mind that.” He jokes back making you laugh.

“But I’m luckily not in the doghouse tonight.” He says and you chuckle.

“Good for you!” You say and he shrugs.

“Still feels bad.” He mumbles and you nod.

“Obviously it would but you did what you had to do!” You whisper and he nods.

He then gets up and sits next to you before leaning in, “Thank you for an amazing first date. Espero que hayan más en nuestro futuro.” (I hope there’s more in our future)

“Me gustaría eso.�� You whisper back and he tried to hide his smile back. (I’d like that)

“Goodnight, sweet dreams.” He says and hugs you.

You hug him back and feeling his arms around you just felt so.. right. You felt safe and it was sending loads of butterflies to your stomach.

He pulls away and you whisper, “goodnight.”

He smiles and gets up before making his way to his and Dana’s bed which was by the middle of the room.

You now got into bed as all the other couples, and two singletons, got comfortable in their own beds.

All the lights turned off and you turned to your ideal spot to sleep in then pulled the covers over you.

“Goodnight Y/n!!” Peter B’s voice yelled and it was followed by the same from all the islanders.

“GOODNIGHT!”

“Night pretty.”

“Sleep well Y/n!”

“Goodnighttttt.”

You yelled a loud goodnight to them all then closed your eyes and quickly drifted off to sleep, completely oblivious to a handful of noisy couples and individuals snoring their heads off.

[unknownperson246]

Hello^^ could I request a 80s slash x reader fic?

It’s 1986, the night was still young and everyone was having good time at one of Motley Crue’s coolest parties yet. Slash sitting on the sofa in the living room while people roamed and danced onto each other. When the reader who was trying to be a groupie for the first time tries to shoot her shot with slash?

With smut and a bit of fluff also?

Thank youu^^

Hiii sorry its a bit late but here it is

First Time

Words: 886

Warnings: *smut* *fluff* *mentions of alcohol* *cussing* *first time* *blood* *slight praise kink* *unprotected p in v* *inexperienced groupie*

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It is the year 1986 and Slash was invited to one of Motley Crue's parties. The party was at Vince Neil’s house. You were around 20 years old. It was the best one this year and every rockstar was coming. It was your first time being a groupie because you just started and you were hanging out with other groupies until Slash caught your eye. He was lying on the couch with his hat and sunglasses he had a lot of curly hair you have never seen him ever. He was in the living room while a lot of people were dancing and making out all over the place. People were even dancing with each other and drinking their beers having a good time.  A groupie saw you staring at Slash with starry eyes. She walks past you and you stop her. “Hey, who is that?” You ask her.

“You seriously don't know?” She looks at you in shock.

“No that's why im asking. It's my first time being a groupie” You say to a fellow groupie.

“That’s Slash from the band Guns n Roses. They're very popular.” The groupie tells you.

“Well, he is pipping hot” You smirk as you tell the groupie.

“Yeah, he is very popular with the groupies so be careful they come to him like a school of birds. They will eat you alive so you better be careful. Also, get to him before any of the other girls get to him.” The groupie warns you so you don't get physically attacked by some dick-hungry chicks.

You muster up some courage and push the other groupies out of the way so you can talk to Slash. You were trying to shoot your shot with him.

“Hi. I’m Y/N” You say confidently as you stand in front of him with just your bra and panties. 

“Hi Y/N You are one sexy woman. Sit here.” He says as he points to his lap. 

He takes his sunglasses off and he rarely does that. The other women were watching in jealousy as he called you sexy and how he was looking at you when he took his sunglasses off. The other women were shocked that he chose a newby. His hands grab your hips and he does not let go of them. His fingers dig into your hips softly.

“Im a virgin” You whisper in his ear.

“Well, this should be fun then” Slash purrs in your ear.

“You're going to let a rockstar take it?” Slash asks you.

“Yeah, and I want it to be you.” You whisper to Slash.

Slash was trying not to be judgmental towards you. He takes you to Vince’s master bedroom. He asks Vince if he is okay with fucking chicks in there first. Vince is okay with it. “Do you know how to do it?” Slash asks you gently. 

“I mean yes but it's my first time,” You tell Slash in the bedroom. 

“It might hurt at first and it will bleed but if you want me to stop I will,”  Slash tells you.

Slash gets up on you and slowly removes your underwear. He prepares his cock for you and he slides it in you nice and easy.

“Does it hurt?” Slash asks you if you're okay.

“No it just feels weird,” you tell Slash.

Slash picks up the pace and starts to go quicker but he is very gentle with you knowing that it’s sensitive because it’s your first time

Slash keeps grunting as he slides in and out of you. He notices the blood.

“Should I stop?” Slash asks you.

“No keep going” you let out a moan. 

You make small noises and you softly whimper as you feel yourself coming close to your orgasm.

“How does it feel?” Slash asks you.

“It feels good” you Moan as your nails touch Slash’s back.

“I feel like I have to pee,” you shriek.

“That’s a good thing it means you're about to orgasm,” Slash explained.

You were happy that you were about to come on Slash’s thick cock. Your legs start to shake and your head goes back.

“Is it supposed to feel this good?” you moan as his hips grind your hips. 

“Yeah,” Slash says breathlessly.

“You’re such a good girl.” Slash moans as his hands go through your hair.

 You feel your hole clenching Slash’s cock. Your sight is blurry and you come over Slash’s cock. Slash keeps going. His legs start to shake and his head goes back. He groans and you feel a liquid shoot inside of you. Slash pulls out of you and lays down next to you on Vince’s bed.

“Is it supposed to come out? I don’t want to get pregnant” you ask Slash.

“Fuck are you on birth control?” Slash asks panicked  

“Yeah, I’m just playing with you” you chuckle.

You feel something run down your legs and you thought it was your period but remember it was blood from how you did it with Slash.

“Slash, I'm still bleeding.” You look down at your legs.

“Do you use pads or tampons?” Slash asks you.

“Tampons,” you tell Slash. 

After about 2 minutes Slash comes back with a tampon and you put it in. You both go out of the room and go back to partying.

[valentine-cafe]

˖⁺. ﹙ the hybrid hero. ﹚: rishen herrera 781 .𖹭 ݁

. . . he's a cheri cheri lady !! 🍒 : “ you feel this heart? it beats for you. I promise you that I will always return. I'll always be there to feel those lips against mine and kiss away any tears ”

꒰ verse ꒱ 781

꒰ species ꒱ spider-moth-mantis hybrid

꒰ ethnicity ꒱ mexican-indian

꒰ age ꒱ 25

꒰ gender ꒱ genderfluid, amab

꒰ mbti ꒱ esfj

꒰ alias ꒱ scarlet solstice, scarlet lights, scarlet ( hero alias ), pretty boy/girl/baby, bug boy / bug girlie / buggie ( villains ), spiderling ( villains, some civilians ), webs ( the reaper ), pequeño héroe ( auntie ), scarly ( by viper ), moth-boy / moth-girl / mothie ( villains, some civilians ).

꒰ story ꒱ 

born to a family of superheroes, rishen has always been a special case. mysteriously born with the animal powers of an aetheer, emanating that the frightful combination of spider, moth and mantis attributes, the young boy was severely different from those around him and thus lead to a life quite different from his peers. that of which did not hinder his development in mind nor his curiosity, let alone his ambition to be just like the heroes around him.

with his selfless yet stubborn attitude, rishen sets on a journey of herohood despite his father’s ( and the rest of his fellow aetheer’s ) wishes. determined to prove them wrong about the supposed ‘curse’.

along with his boyfriends, alessio and talisen, he sets out to make the city elritea a better place. extending kindness where he should not at times, and putting his life on the line, in an effort to protect those around him. though, he forgets himself in his recklessness in sacrifice of protecting those he loves —

in the end, it should all be worth it, should it not? that’s what his mentor says,

it’s what his heart says.

 

꒰ appearance ꒱

maroon eyes, his pupils constrict into slits when he is experiencing intense emotions. they can also go completely red. wears eyeliner, either soft red or blacks. when he is having moth moments his eyes get bigger and become a solid, static deep red

medium-length, fluffy and curly dark brown hair that extend halfway down his neck

bronze skin, has a bunch of beauty spots on the left side of his face and along his forearms

a very androgynous face that leans more towards feminine features

stands at a height of 5'8” with an fit body

a two pairs of upper fangs on his canines that he can retract ( the inners being a bit larger and the outers being a bit smaller )

silk slits all over his arms and hands, around his waist, all over his back and on his ankles. he also has one at the back of his throat. they are invisible for the most part but they can reveal themselves in agitated or touches excessively. they are quite sensitive

elongated tongue that can thin out quite a bit ( he can hide this, however )

claw-like extension that extends from his outer wrists and outer ankles. they are retracted

a set of moth wings on his back that can disappear and reappear as according to a moth life cycle. between these wings are thin wings of a mantis

moth antenna that can sprout at times

if his powers are having hectic days he may develop mandibles

switches a lot with gendered clothing, can wear lots of sweaters and turtlenecks, a soft boy aesthetic — but can quickly switch to a preppy girly aesthetic. very much red and blacks, sometimes whites

typically uses red lip glosses or balms, has a beauty spot at the left corner of his lips

sometimes paints his long nails red

sometimes wears glasses

wears black and red beaded bracelets

standard lobe and upper helix piercings

midline tongue piercing and a gold septum piercing

nipple and frenum piercing

 

꒰ personality ꒱

very kind -hearted and compassionate, always appears quite serene and happy. sunshine boy

polite and seemingly quite patient. exudes a certain effortless charm and glow that draws people to him at times. he can appear quite approachable especially with the smile he typically carries

hopeful and always trying to look at the positive side of things

can look a little lost at times and even quite oblivious

however, he is very intelligent, having had a knack for it from a young age, often excels in academics

sometimes deals with levels of anxiety, both internal and social. he might not always know how to interact because of his lack of exposure in his learning years

has a deep yearning to escape his former life and the expectations held onto him. wishes to escape the narrative that he feels his fellow heroes put up against him. to prove those, especially his parents, wrong about his ‘incapabilities’

don’t underestimate his soft personality, he can quickly go into a leadership roll and take control of a situation when needed

is incredibly dutiful and selfless, can be very self sacrificing which may lead into him being quite reckless

heroic, feels like he needs to protect as many people as he possibly can when he is out on the field. tries to save everyone which can be incredibly damaging both physically and mentally to him

prides himself on the betterment of others and himself, can often overwork as a result of this

can be quite stubborn, especially towards those that tell him he can’t do certain things

don’t let his soft aura fool you. he can suffer from dark thoughts that stem from a biological temper as a result of his animal powers of an aetheer that he was born with. rather than earning them in his later years like his fellow atheers

he is actually easily irked — although, he tends to mask this well. his method of dealing with this storm of emotions is by bottling up any negative feelings, which of course does not work out in his favour. this makes the young medic prone to snapping should these emotions pile up to drastic degrees.

 

꒰ with a lover ꒱

even bigger softie and adores showering his significant other in bouts of affection — it does not matter whether it is through physical affection or verbal.

another of his love languages is gift giving as he enjoys spoiling his lover — something that he may unintentionally go overboard with at times. he can’t help it! he has this forever burning desire to take care of you.

he watches over you quite a lot in regards to your physical and emotional well-being. as a medic, he is always prepared for when times such as sickness strike and he can even at times fuss at you to take better care of yourself.

as you probably would have guessed by now, rishen is a very empathetic, kindhearted and affectionate lover, who truly wants the best for you. when he sees you struggle, he will run to you as fast as possible and help you back up on top as best as he can. one call from you and he is right by your side.

calls you an array of endearments in his mother-tongues, such as ‘sundari’, ‘querida/querido’ and ‘amor.’ as he feels it gives much more depth and value to the endearments.

say goodbye to struggles with studying, with rishen’s love for academics, he is always eager to help you figure out what is in your homework — anything to help take the weight off of your shoulders !! as long as it isn’t literature. . . he might sit you down with talisen instead.

his favourite dates include watching the city lights from buildings he can swing the two of you up to, going on small coffee dates or reading in silence.

be prepared for some teasing here and there. rishen is the kind to act innocent yet catch you off guard when you least expect it and make you a flustered mess.

and when you confront him on the teasing? what do you mean? him — tease you? noooo, never. is what he will say while pressing a quick kiss to your cheek and smiling happily at you.

hugs from behind as greetings, throat kisses when he leaves and hand holding whenever has the chance are an absolute must!!

 

꒰ strengths ꒱

intelligence: highly intelligent from a young age, resulting in advanced, prodigal level of skill in science and technological fields.

increased bodily function: advanced strength, speed, durability.

heightened senses: advanced sight, smell, hearing, taste and awareness of surroundings.

healing factor: a dull healing factor that heals his injuries far quicker than an average human

magical silk: red magic silk that shoot from from his all over his arms, hands, back, waist, ankles and even even from his mouth

wall-crawling: the ability to stick to surfaces at will.

fangs: retractable fangs that secrete venoms at will ( the venoms are chosen by a magic apparition with pincers that creates a different kind of bites when he is about to bite )

magic spider eyes: has spider-eyes that appear at times — predicting future events that may or may not happen, but in vague ways that only leave rishen on his guard but never truly prepared.

seismic sense: able to feel vibrations in a seismic way whenever his limbs touch surfaces. he can feel these from quite awhile ago

wall-crawling: the ability to crawl walls.

pheromone generation: the ability to physically produce pheromones.

enhanced stealth: due to rishen’s spider, mantis and moth traits, he operates quietly and moves silently, moving along shadows and crowds extremely quietly and fitting in when he needs to.

enhanced agility: an attribute he has from his mantis traits — rishen is extremely agile and flexible, able to bend and twist in many different ways to avoid attacks from the enemy. as such his combative technique is swift and like that of a mantis

moth wings: at times, rishen may grow moth wings and have them for a while, before they eventually fade off and take a while to come back.

mantis wings: these wings are extremely vulnerable and he does not wish for anyone to touch them, not even the people he trusts the most, as it could easily damage the wings.

raptorial limbs: retractable claw-like extensions from his outer wrists and outer ankles that he can use in combat

enhanced leap: able to leap quite lengthy distances

꒰ weaknesses ꒱

senses: heightened senses can result in migraines and overstimulation, has to regularly take injectable stabilisers.

increased metabolism: has to keep himself fed constantly or he will grow weak, faint or go into a hibernative state

mania: biological temper that comes with being born with his aetheer powers rather than being bestowed them later on. can result in him having severe snapping episodes if he does not take stabilisers

heart: has a rare heart condition that he was born with, subjecting him to heart attacks throughout his life. it is vital to keep him calm to avoid cardiac arrests.

abandonment issues: has severe abandonment issues that can result in spurts of panic should they come about and he is not comforted

temperature regulation: can’t handle extreme colds and extreme heats, especially if he does not take his stabilisers. will grow quite overwhelmed if not

insecticides: while they might not kill him, they will make him feel extremely nauseous

light: if his moth traits are more prominent, he can be attracted and distracted by light

mantis wings: like mentioned previously, due to the vulnerability of these wings, one cut, shot or blunt force damage dealt to them, will cause him immense pain that can leave him almost immobilized at him.

mandibles: when his mantis traits are more prominent and his mandible extend from his mouth, they can be quite painful for him and result in constant headaches

cocoon: at times, during extreme periods of overwhelm, he might cocoon himself and stay in previously mentioned hibernative states for a long time — which is not healthy for him at all.

acidic saliva: if his spider traits are more prominent, his glands release acidic saliva which certain parts of his mouth are not entirely immune to — thus putting him through a lot of pain

moth antenna: while they can aid him in some instances, they can clash with his other senses and create disorientation. due to some of his moth abilities working in a cycle, they can pop up at inconvenient times ( effects are still applicable even when he is keeping them concealed )

 

꒰ relationships ꒱

javier hererra: father

rishima singhania (herrera): mother

lucia hererra: younger sister

gael herrera: uncle, different universe ( verse 9948e )

neva ramona: auntie, different universe ( verse 9785n )

lisse herrera: auntie, different universe ( verse 1311 )

zhào talisen: best friend, boyfriend

alessio arias: boyfriend

shalika vaiysha: close friend

shimada takara: close friend

yuè yizé: close friend

the artisan: enemy

zhào hàoyú: bully, friend, different universe ( verse 9948e )

zhào yizé: close friend, different universe ( verse 9948e )

zhào haitāo: friend, different universe ( verse 9948e )

yuè mèng yáo: motherly figure, different universe ( verse 9948e )

 

꒰ extra ꒱

he is a biochemistry and health sciences university student who takes literature as a minor ( he struggles with the latter )

he is a medic at the order of aetheers

speaks spanish ( latin american ), hindi and tamil

if he grows too overwhelmed or anxious, his powers can weaken or disappear altogether

he has a heart condition so it is vital to keep him calm

has a huge sweet tooth

he drives a motorbike and has said to be quite the show off once he’s on

his fashion often flips around between red sweaters and turtlenecks to a more feminine fashion, he is unafraid to cross-dress

[dazealigner]

also being a julien girl and being pretty girly i loveeeeeeee the idea of julien w feminine artist!gf ☺️☺️ i think a hc would be super cute talking abt clothes/makeup/hair/body language/music and overall adoration julien and her girly!gf have for each other:)))

where’s my cig i need a gf badly 😔🚬

as a fellow julien and feminine artsy girl, i had waaay too much fun brainstorming for this idea. i will say though that i didn’t really touch on the body language/music part just cause i don’t think being more feminine or masculine can truly determine those things so i didn’t know what to write for those. but here’s some headcanons i stirred up (: RPF UNDER THE CUT

jb x feminine artist!gf hcs

okay so we know that one of the many forms of art artist!gf partakes in is makeup. and i said it when i was responding to an ask, but i’ll reiterate that artist!gf puts in just as much patience and effort into her makeup as she does when she picks up a literal painting canvas

and julien doesn’t really have a lot of experience in the visual arts other than drawing, which she does do sporadically. but she does lack experience in the cosmetic department, not that it interests her a lot.

but she absolutely loves how you take your time doing your makeup. especially when you two are going out because all she needs is ten minutes MAXIMUM to get ready and then she gets to sit down on the toilet seat in your shared bathroom where you’re doing your makeup and just watch you in admiration

but she does hate when you try and leave her by herself to start getting ready HOURS before you guys even have to leave

“where’re you goin’, baby?” she asks when you get up from your spot on the couch next to her

“i’ve gotta get ready.” you reply, giggling at julien because she uses a frown and her big brown (👶🐮) eyes as an offering in hopes that you’ll stay with her a little longer

“we got a couple hours,” and now she’s scooting on the couch to reach where you’re standing before she gently grabs your hand, rubbing and kissing your knuckles, “you can give me just a couple more minutes. .?”

she inevitably ends up winning you over, and when you do leave to get ready, she just follows you

and on the days where she’s tired and she feels like staying at home and having a lazy day but you two made plans with friends prior to that day and it’s too late to back out, she’s extra clingy. once she quickly finishes getting ready, she’s walking into your shared bathroom, lazily wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her head on your back while you’re literally in the middle of doing your makeup. so now you’re incredibly stiff because you’re unable to lean forward to look into the mirror but you put up with it for her.

doing your hair is a whole other story. it can either take you thirty minutes or an hour depending on the day and what you decide to do with it (curl it, straighten it, etc)

but julien actually loves the anticipation of how you’ll wear your hair when you go out (bonus: especially if your hair’s naturally curly and you decided to wear it natural, she’s like ☹️☹️☹️, and if she’s seen baby photos of you with your natural hair, she probably just wants to tackle you lovingly and kiss all over your face)

but she just whole-heartedly loves your hair and it doesn’t matter what hair-type you have. like if your hair’s straight? she loves how it’s so soft and easy for her fingers to glide through. if your hair’s curly? she loves getting to play with the springy curls. and if it were anyone else, you’d scorn them for making your curls lose definition. but when it’s her? your perspective completely changes.

another thing is that she always has your banana clips and scrunchies in her car. so if you last minute decide that you wanna put your hair up, all you gotta do is open the glove compartment and there’s a variety for you to choose from

she’d also keep one of your scrunchies around her wrist when you guys go out in case you wore your hair down and changed your mind throughout the night. or maybe you didn’t wanna use it at that exact moment but you didn’t want the scrunchie on your wrist to ruin your outfit so she’ll wear it for you (lucy and phoebe always snap the scrunchie on her wrist to tease her)

speaking of outfits, you and julien’s fashion styles are completely different

julien’s day-to-day style consists of graphic-tees, plain colored t-shirts, skinny jeans or dickies, and a pair of converse or really any tennis shoes. your day-to-day style consists of babydoll crop tops/tees, washed low-rise jeans, and a pair of sambas.

but i think that occasionally you’d both incorporate the other’s style into your own. like when julien wore that sparkly mesh black crop top when she sung phoebe’s verse in silk chiffon, that was definitely yours. and there’ve been days where you spot a graphic tee in julien’s closet that you know you’re capable of styling in a way that’s suiting to you. and when julien sees you wearing her clothes, she 100% teases you about where you got them from knowing damn well she’s fuzzy on the inside just seeing you wear her things

random (but non-random) bonus: seeing as though she’s always with you when you’re getting ready, she’s picked up on a lot of makeup terminology and what most products do. so when you told her that setting spray makes your makeup last through EVERYTHING, she’ll leave it to herself to be the tester of that. cause is it really 100 wet kisses-proof?