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infernal-fire · 4 years ago

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Love, At First Sight

Warnings: some extreme fluff, strong language/ swearing

Pairing(s): Ransom x you

Summary: Love, at first sight, doesn’t exist. And Ransom has never been proven otherwise.

Word Count: 1600

I was inspired to write this after reading “It Was Only A Kiss” by the Queen of fluff, smut, angst and everything in between: @navybrat817 :)

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Love at first sight.

That is the most ridiculous thing Ransom had ever heard. And he has heard some bullshit.

The only thing he could tell from looking at someone for the first time was whether they were of any use to him or not. So when Meg was rambling on about love, that too, at first sight, Ransom scoffed at the idea. He bit into his overpriced biscuit with a roll of his eyes, pausing the conversation that he was unwilling to entertain any longer.

“You know what Ransom, I’m not surprised you’re dismissing the idea without even hearing it,” Meg challenged.

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” he retorted, a bit amused by her slight outburst.

“If your parents bothered with you, maybe you would understand what it’s like to be loved by someone.”

Although he didn’t show it, it struck a chord in him. It wasn’t something he dared to complain about anymore, but there was a time he would have done anything for their affection.

“Okay then, let’s hear this horseshit you’re spewing,” he replied, not breaking the façade of smugness.

“When you meet someone, your subconscious and unconscious mind pick up patterns in their behaviour, little mannerisms and anything it can get its hands on. Your conscious mind interprets that as vibes. So you get a bad vibe from someone, it’s ‘cause your mind recognizes it from somewhere else, someone you don’t like.”

“And what does this have to do with love at first sight?” Ransom impatiently tapped his foot.

“I have a theory that love, at first sight, is possible if you’re in tune with your intuition. You feel good vibes from someone, you ride with it. And there’s a possibility you’ll override the rational part of your brain that tells you that you can’t love someone right after meeting them,” she concluded. “But then again, this only works if you’re capable of loving someone. Otherwise, your brain has no one to reference,” she added.

Ransom’s jaw clenched before he took in a breath.

“Like I said. Just a bunch of horseshit,” he said, getting up to leave.

He called it horseshit but he couldn’t stop thinking about it. It irked him that no matter how many girls he pulled, not one of them could make him feel the love had Meg described. He concluded that he was incapable of love because, of course, that was the only plausible explanation.

It was a friend’s birthday. To say the least, he was not looking forward to it. He was in a rare mood to stay home and call it a night instead of getting his dick wet. Unfortunately, his presence was promised - he would rather not hear about this later so he did his future self a favour and got ready.

His black pants were paired with a maroon sweater that cost a little less than his king-sized bed. A rose-gold watch adorned his wrist and he threw on his signature tan coloured coat. He didn’t want to go but he that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t miss out on the opportunity to advertise his status.

Walking into the party, he regretted his decision to come at all. The corners were brimming with drunk people, though it had been only 1 hour since the party started. Shrill and irritating voices rung through the air. As usual, girls of no substance clung to every word of the fabricated tales boys told. Despite this, the unsavoury circumstances invited him, called his name even. After all, this was the lifestyle he lived for.

Taking in the scene before him, he strode down the room. His presence alone demanded respect and attention, both which he got a surplus of at these events.

His stride was abruptly halted when a figure crashed into him, spilling wine down his chest. Sure, it blended in with the sweater, but he was still pissed. Someone didn’t notice him, which caused them to bump into him and that rubbed him the wrong way.

“Won’t you look where your going, for god fucking sake this is worth more than you,” he snapped at the unsuspecting girl.

You had a mess of your own to take care of. Wine slipped down your dress, between your cleavage and onto your stomach. You were going to apologize but you heard his comment, paused your sentence to look up at him.

Laughter echoed in the background and people called Ransom’s name but it was long forgotten when he saw you.

Love, at first sight.

It didn’t seem so ridiculous anymore.

The mere sight of you was a harsh contrast to the cruel world he has dealt with his entire life. It was like the universe wrapped and presented you as the embodiment of a second chance for his life. To think that love, at first sight, was ridiculous.

Your beauty wasn’t something he understood. It wasn’t like the beauty he sought during the lonely hours of night, when he simply required a bedwarmer to ease the ache. It was memorable, almost like a blend of warm vibrancy; a feeling resembling that of the summer’s sun, kissed his skin ever so delicately.

He thought he was dying for a second. His hands were tingly and would not ease up no matter how much he clenched and unclenched them. His heart dove straight to his stomach, refusing to come up for air as long as he continued to look at you.

You on the other hand, you were conflicted. You were going to give him a piece of your mind for talking to you like that but one look at him and you wanted to run away. It was too intense for you.

His piercing stare mirrored the moon, melted and poured into the mould that he called eyes. His aura radiated coldness. Yet, you just knew that his hands would be as warm as a bonfire during a snowstorm. Being around him would be like the slight sting that you felt when winter’s breeze grazed your skin. That sting, no matter how painful, is rewarding when you consider his arms that would envelope you as a blanket.

Momentarily looking into each others eyes, both of you knew. You just knew. You were both thinking the same thing. It felt like eons had passed since the wine spill but logically, you knew it had only been seconds.

“Don’t talk to me like that” you finally blurted. No matter how enamored you were with him, you needed to knock him down a few pegs.

“I-I… I’m”

“You’re?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” he stuttered. He felt like he would never recover from this embarrassment.

“I-uhm. It’s okay. I just…” you trailed off, realizing you weren’t even sure what to say.

“Can we get out of here?” he piped up.

It took you by surprise because you were thinking the same thing. You considered it too bold a thing to say but here he was.

You held his wrist and led him out. As soon as you marched out the door, he pulled his arm up, and you assumed he was going to take it out of your grasp. He surprised you though, instead, holding your hand.

The dress and the sweater became irrelevant; all either of you could focus on was the warm grip you both had on each other’s hands as you strolled through the overly extravagant neighbourhood.

Part of your mind was screaming at yourself, as was his. He could kill you, you thought. Or do worse. And here you are, walking with a complete stranger through a neighbourhood you don’t even know.

“I thought you felt it too,” he confessed. “That’s why I... really, I don’t ever do this.”

The old Ransom would have said ‘I know you felt it too.’ It hadn’t been ten minutes since you met him and you were already changing him.

“I've never done this either. I mean frankly, you could be a murderer and here I am, holding you hand,” you joked.

“I’m not a murderer,” he chuckled, “But I can’t help but feel a little weird about this.” You looked up at the moon-less night, convinced that it wasn’t a coincidence.

“I know… I-... I don’t even know your name,” you giggled and his heart fluttered around his chest. He couldn’t compare the feeling to butterflies - it was more like hummingbirds, refusing to settle.

“I felt something and it’s weird ‘cause I was so scared. I was scared and overwhelmed by this sort of dread. Dread that was like, what if you didn’t feel the same way?” you rambled, only slightly cautiously. You knew nothing of this man, and you were laying out how you felt in the open?

“My name is Ransom,” he stopped the stroll and faced you, picking up your other arm.

“Y/N” you meekly responded, having difficulty meeting his eyes. You had never felt such a burn in your cheeks, yet right now, you felt like your face was on fire.

“Hey, hey” he softly tilted you chin up. “Can we run with this? Whatever this is?” He would get on his knees and plead if he had to. Because you were right; he felt like he would die if you didn’t feel the same way.

“Please. Let’s run with this. Whatever this is, let’s just run with it,” you agreed and nodded lightly, not breaking out of the stare.

“What is this?” he uttered under his breath and rested his forehead onto yours.

You closed your eyes and breathed in the same air as him. His warmth and scent reminded you of sugar cookies and pine trees.

He took in a breath and felt the aroma of vanilla and fresh roses evade his senses.

“I don’t know. But I like it,” you breathed.

He cupped your face and pulled away to look at your face again. He planted a delicate but firm kiss to your forehead as you encased his waist with your arms, naturally gravitating towards him. He tenderly held your face as he pulled away. One look and you were a goner, but now, you’re utterly floored by the mere thought of him.

Love, that too, at first sight.

Wasn’t horseshit after all.

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dirty-urie · 4 years ago

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Date Night

Third Person

Brendon x Sara (OC kinda)

College AU

PWP Oneshot

NC-17

5.4k Words

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story using the names and/or likeness of at least one real person. This is intended for entertainment purposes ONLY. Please do not share or bring up my work with anyone other than fellow fans. Any similarity to real-life events involving these characters that have not been shared with the general public is only coincidence. Just because I’ve included something in my fics does NOT mean I condone, support, or encourage that behavior, language, or action in real life. Please practice safe and consensual sex practices, and just be a good person.

Warnings in Order of Appearance: Real Person Fic, Crude and Vulgar Language Throughout, Mentions of Alcohol, Brief Joke About Forgoing Contraception, Talk and Consumption of Pornography, Unprotected Oral Sex, Female Receiving Oral, Intercourse, Male Receiving Oral, Female Masturbation, Use of a Non-Sex Toy as a Sex Toy, Minor Social Anxiety

Author's Notes:

1. I spelled Sarah's name wrong on purpose because I felt bad writing porn about her. Brendon's technically permitted to write about him, so I'll do that without guilt (okay, with some guilt, but I feel guilty about everything. I have anxiety), but I respect Sarah too much to do that to her. That being said, I didn't want to use a random name, so I decided on a middle ground. Here's Sara, who is both not a real person and also not not married to Brendon Urie in real life. Schrodinger's OC. Okay, thank you for putting up with me.

2. I don’t know if I’m going to write any more third-person fics. I know they’re not really that popular, but for some reason, this spoke to me in third, so I embraced that. Anyway, give it a chance, and if you don’t like it, give whatever I publish next a chance.

3. This used to be split into two parts because I uploaded it on mobile, but I have since condensed the two parts, and now the whole thing is on this post.

Brendon fumbles with his keys as he unlocks the door to his apartment. Sara won't be there for another little while, but he's anxious to get inside anyway. His roommate is away visiting his family for the first time in nearly two months, and he hasn’t gotten any real alone time with his girlfriend since then. It’s hard, and Brendon knows Sara’s been struggling too because she spent their whole coffee shop study-date the day before whispering to him about how she's been practically crawling out of her skin. Brendon shivers at the memory of her hot breath against his ear as he slams his front door shut and hurries to his bedroom.

He's thinking about all the nasty ways he wants to get back at her for getting him so worked up in public when, speak of the devil, his phone buzzes, and Sara's name pops up in the caller ID. Actually, "Brunette from Creative Writing" pops up, but he swears he'll change it one day. Sara jokes that they'll be married with a whole flock of adult children, and she'll be calling him from the bingo hall as "Brunette from Creative Writing." God, he fucking loves her.

"Hey, babe, I just got home," he says after he hits the answer button.

"Okay, I just got out of my lecture, but I'm stopping by my dorm to grab my duffel bag, then I'm going to the drugstore to get condoms that aren't the shitty university clinic ones, so I won't be there for almost another hour," she tells him.

"Noooo, just come straight here. You can just wear my clothes all weekend. And condoms are so unnecessary; I'll just pull out," Brendon whines.

Sara laughs into the phone, knowing he doesn't mean any of that. "Oh sure, in that case, I'll come right over. Did you want to pay me $400,000 to raise a child in cash or check?"

"Uh, check, but you're gonna have to wait a bit to cash it," he replies.

He can practically see her rolling her eyes, even through the phone, "I'll be there in an hour, but I'll bring you something fun from the drugstore," she says.

"Fun like sex fun or fun like gum from the checkout stand fun?"

"You'll just have to wait and see, love you, bye!" she tells him through the phone before hanging up.

"Love you too, babe," he says sarcastically to no one. He walks into his bedroom and makes sure it's spotless. He doesn't want anything whatsoever to get in the way of fun, sexy times once Sara gets here.

His apartment is clean; he has wine and groceries in the fridge, enough money saved up to rent a movie and order dinner later, and no homework, so once Sara shows up with the condoms, he’ll be good to spend the entire weekend at home with her. With nothing else to do, he climbs onto his bed and grabs his laptop. No harm in a little pre-gaming, he figures, pulling up his favorite porn website while he waits.

He clicks on the first video without too much thought. It’s a girl, one Brendon recognizes, wearing a tiny thong and nothing else, and playing with a small bullet vibe while her boyfriend watches. She’s wet, probably just with lube and not actual bodily fluid, he realizes, but at least they bothered to make her look physically aroused at all.

He gets invested in the video, in the new toys that the boyfriend hands her, in the way both of their arousal grows as time goes on. He gets so engrossed that he’s beyond startled when Sara interrupts with, “Starting without me?” eyeing the erection already straining through his jeans.

Brendon laughs with glee now that she’s finally here, “No, no, no, just passing the time while I wait for you. No touching yet, see," he says, holding up his hands and waving them around before pausing his video.

"Well, don't stop on my account," Sara scoffs. "I don't mind you starting without me as long as I'm there when you finish," she murmurs.

They both moan, Brendon in response to her words, Sara in response seeing Brendon's cock twitch in his pants, “Ah fuck, babe, that’ll be sooner than I’d like if you keep talking like that.”

Sara climbs in next to him and snuggles against him so that she can see his computer screen, “Ooo, she’s hot,” she says, pointing to the girl now getting eaten out by the guy who, coincidentally enough, doesn’t look dissimilar to B.

“Yeah, I like a lot of her work,” Brendon says back, disinterested in the video playing on the laptop now that Sara’s actually there in the flesh “hey, you should take your pants off,” he suggests, totally smooth and subtly.

“You’re such a guy, B. No ‘how was your day? Are you hungry? Can I get you something to drink?” she teases.

Under normal circumstances, Brendon would object to such slander on his impeccable moral character. But, well, there’s not a lot of blood in his brain right now, and he knows that she would just respond with more teasing, further delaying the Fun Sexy Times, so he rolls to his side and kisses behind her ear, pressing his cock against her leg in an attempt to tease her into pliability. It works; she melts, whimpering a little bit as heat pools deep in her stomach when she feels just how turned on Brendon is. “You feel so nice, B. Bet you’d feel nicer without this layer of denim between us. Can you help me?”

Brendon unbuttons her pants and moves down to slide them off her body, moving his mouth along the newly revealed skin as he works them off. He’s paying so much attention to the warm flush of her thighs that he almost misses her panties: dark red lace, even darker where she’s soaked through them, and so delicate that they’re nearly see-through.

“Oh fuck, babe, that’s gorgeous. Are you wearing a matching bra?” he asks.

She answers by sitting up and pulling off her t-shirt, revealing the same thin lace. Her nipples are hard, practically poking through the delicate material.

Brendon settles back on his heels to fully take his girlfriend in, now stripped down to just her matching bra and panties set.

Sarah grins down at him, “Why do I get the sense that I can expect this set in every color for my birthday? Although, I know for a fact that I can get the same reaction from you wearing full-coverage high-waisted granny panties,” she thinks aloud after seeing Brendon’s wide-eyed awe.

Brendon isn’t paying attention, though. His mindset shifted from the fun and playful sex they usually have to lust-fueled passion as soon as Sara took her shirt off. Don’t get him wrong, they have great sex, but they normally have to do it fast and quietly and spontaneously, so they’ve gotten good at not taking themselves too seriously, at laughing at Brendon’s old superhero boxers, and then getting to business. Now that he has the chance to really take his time to appreciate, no, worship her as she deserves, he wants to do it right.

He moves off his heels and crawls over her body, supporting himself with one muscled arm as he moves in to kiss her. She picks up on the change in mood immediately, grasping the back of his head to deepen the kiss. He’s throbbing against her thigh now, even through his jeans, and she’s worried that she might come just from feeling him.

She, too, loves their normal sex, but even though it’s fun, it can’t always be as intimate as either of them would like. And it’s a shame too because as good at Brendon is at fucking, banging, screwing, whatever, he’s damn good at making love. At making sure she’s safe and supported and in absolute bliss, even when they’re hooking up in someone’s bedroom at a party, but especially like this when they’ve got hours and total privacy.

When her moans increase in pitch and frequency, Brendon crawls back down on the bed and settles between her thighs. “Darling, these panties are a gift to humanity, but I’m afraid they’re going to get in the way of some things I have planned. You don’t mind if I take them off, do you?” he says, voice deep and gravelly. He mouths against the soaked fabric while he waits for her response.

After taking a moment to collect herself and catch her breath, “God, Brendon, please, I need your mouth, fingers, cock, something,” she whines.

Now that he has her permission, he moves his mouth from her core to the waistband against her hip and bites it, just letting his teeth scrape her skin as he pulls down. Whether intentionally or not, Sara arches her back up, making it easy to slide them all the way down her legs. He kisses her way back up her legs, but instead of stopping between her thighs, he keeps going up. He licks up across the flat planes of her stomach all the way until he reaches her bra. Just like with her panties, he mouths over the fabric first, inching up slowly before sucking on one of her nipples through the lace.

As much as he loves how her breathing gets faster and heavier just from that, he can’t resist the actual mouth-on-skin that the low cut of the bra allows. He sucks a pink mark on each breast and then moves to lick and suckle gently on her neck. They’ve both agreed that they’re not middle schoolers and visible hickeys are beyond tacky, but they both go so wild from neck stimulation that it can be hard to resist spending a few minutes sucking a licking at the rapidly-beating pulse points.

As much as Brendon wants to keep teasing, Sara’s squirming like crazy, and he’s worried that if he kept going in the same way, she’d come before he got to touch her for real. He finally settles between her thighs for real this time, kissing and sucking gently on her vulva for just a second or two. Sara is quivering by the time he moves down to suck on her clit. As soon as he finally makes contact with the sensitive hood, she screams out in ecstasy, taking full advantage of Brendon’s roommate’s absence. He sucks around her clit just like her nipple, a few short staccato bursts followed by long, drawn-out pulls. He moves his tongue gently the whole time to stimulate her further.

Both of her hands are tangled in his hair, tugging hard when he moves from sucking on her clit to licking across her entrance. He licks across the opening in broad strokes before his tongue enters her, rubbing her clit with his thumb the whole time. He waits until her thighs are clenched tight around his head, and she’s bucking up against his mouth before he slips two fingers inside to rub over her g-spot.

“B, stop, I’m gonna fucking come!” She shrieks.

He lifts his head without slowing his fingers, “You don’t wanna come?”

“Want you to be inside me when I do. Inside me for real, not just fingers,” Sara pants, trying hard to distract herself from her building arousal.

As much as Brendon’s disappointed that Sara won’t come on his face, after all, he’s been hard for over an hour now, and he would love to get out of his restrictive jeans and get a little more stimulation than rubbing himself against the bed.

He crawls out of bed and peels his shirt off. Now it’s Sarah’s turn to marvel at her lover. His cheeks and chest are flushed a deep pink from the exertion and arousal, his face is shiny with spit and her juices, and his cock is tenting the material of his pants.

Sara strokes over herself lazily, it’s not nearly as good as Brendon, but it’s something to take the edge off while she watches Brendon unbuckle his belt to strip his pants off. He’s moving slowly on purpose. He always did love to put on a show.

Once he’s down to his black boxer-briefs, he asks Sara where she put the condoms when she came in.

“B, I love that you’re so distracted by me, but the bag is right next to you on the nightstand,” she answers.

“Hey, I’m not wearing my glasses. That’s not fair,” Brendon replies softly. He turns and opens the plastic bag with the drugstore logo on the front. Sara laughs when his eyes visibly widen. “Should I be scared?” He asks, holding up a large vibrating dildo.

Sara laughs. “No, love, I just wanted to get some toys I could leave at your place,” she answers as he pulls out a bullet vibe, two different types of lube, a cock ring, massage oils, whipped cream, a multi-pack of condoms, and yes, gum from the checkout stand.

“...I may have gotten a little carried away in the sexual wellness aisle,” she admits.

Brendon’s eyes are still the size of saucers, “God, no kidding, babe, this is all incredible,” he says, stripping off his boxers and opening the box of condoms to tear a packet open with his teeth. It’s a bad habit, and usually, Sara would scold him, but she’s so worked up that she spreads her legs in anticipation anyway. Her mouth goes dry while he strokes himself with lube before he rolls the condom on.

He finally, finally, finally settles over her. “Is this position okay?” he asks.

“It’s perfect, baby; I love getting to see your face when you push into me,” she answers, whining as he drags his cock across her opening.

That’s good enough for Brendon. He rocks forward into her slowly, partly because he’s a tease but partly because he wants this to last as long as possible. After pushing in deep to rub back and forth across her g-spot, he starts thrusting in earnest, relishing her moans and pants.

“Oh B, you feel so good,” she cries out.

“You feel even better, love. Squeezing so nicely around me. So tight and wet,” he says.

Sara scratches down his back in sheer bliss. Brendon’s rhythm is steady, but he’s moving just slowly enough that they can both relish every thrust without feeling overly needy or impatient. She pushes her thighs together to feel him even better inside her.

His thrusts falter for a second, and he chokes out a gasp. “Love you, love feeling you,” he groans, “but it’s been nearly a month since we last had sex, babygirl. If you keep that up, I am going to come.”

She relaxes her thighs just a little bit. “God, I love how sensitive you are right now, babe, responding to my every touch so much. I love you collected and composed too, but it’s such a treat having you so weak for me,” she marvels, stroking the back of his neck.

A shiver goes down his whole spine, and he devotes all of his energy to not coming. “I haven’t touched myself since we last had sex,” he admits, “I figured if my sweet girl couldn’t get off, I couldn’t either. It’s been such a challenge, but fuck, it was worth it. I’m so on edge for you.”

She tightens around him, moving her hand to touch her clit. “Shit, Brendon, that’s so fucking hot. I’m just thinking about you late at night, hard and aching thinking about me, but controlling yourself so it could be all the better when we finally reunited. Did you ever cheat? Did you ever jack yourself but force yourself to pull away right before you came to roll over and go to sleep? God, I bet you had so many dirty dreams. Bet you woke up humping a pillow because your body needed to get off so bad. Bet you’d struggle to hide your hard-on in public when your mind wandered even just a little. Such a dirty needy boy, but so so good for me, aren’t you?” she pants out, squeezing tighter as she talks.

He laughs, “You know me so well, sweetheart, all of the above is true. My roommate was thrilled to have all the hot water for himself this month because… I took a lot of cold showers. I’ll leave it at that. Now, if you don’t mind, I believe you’ve taken my job,” he says, replacing her hand on her clit with his own.

Sara falls back and goes rigid, crying out. He circles his thumb faster as the pace of his thrusts picks up. “I’m gonna come!” She shouts.

“Do it, come on me,” Brendon whispers.

Sara contracts around him, shrieking and convulsing as she comes on him before melting back onto the bed.

Brendon leans down to nip at her shoulder and then kiss her lips. “Good, baby?”

She nods, eyes closed and still panting hard.

“I’ll give you a second,” he murmurs, mostly to himself before pulling out and collapsing down next to her. He strokes over himself while he waits for her to come back down to earth, still rock hard.

“Shit, B, you still haven’t come,” she finally realizes, “do you want me to blow you?”

His cock twitches at the thought.

“Or I could ride you? Let you watch my tits bounce as I fuck you?” She suggests.

“That one wanna be back in that perfect cunt.”

Sara moves to straddle him, rubbing her clit against his tummy and kissing him before moving back to settle on him for real. She lets him thrust up into her a couple of times before moving herself, relishing the way his muscles tense under his flushed skin.

Brendon loves being ridden. He wouldn’t say it’s his favorite position, but it’s up there. It’s even better when Sara takes her bra off, as pretty as it is, and he gets to see her entire naked body. She gets herself at the perfect angle and rides him as hard as she can.

“I’m really not going to last long,” he warns.

Sara tangles her hands back in his hair just like he loves. She’s pulling out all the stops to get him to come. “God, B, me neither, I didn’t think I had it in me, but I’m right back on the edge. Just rub my clit, and I’ll come.”

He moves his hands from her ass to touch her clit.

She shudders, “B, I’m gonna come!”

“Me too,” he grunts out, “do you want me to pull out?”

“No, wanna feel your hot come inside me, even with the condom,” she answers before coming again. Even harder this time as waves of pleasure roll through her entire body.

The rapid contractions around his cock trigger his own orgasm, and his entire head goes blank as he gets lost in the sensation. Sara collapses and situates herself in his arms just as they’re both starting to come down.

He moves, but she stops him. “Honey, I’ve gotta,” he starts, but she whines and shakes her head, knowing exactly where he’s going, “I’ve gotta pull out so we can clean up and eat dinner. Round two after Italian?”

She finally nods but wraps her legs tighter against him anyway, “just two more minutes. Then we can go be romantic.”

***

“Sara, sweetheart, food’s almost here,” he whispers thirty minutes later. He’s wearing pajama pants with no shirt, and his torso’s still wet from the shower he took to rinse off. “Do you wanna go get yourself cleaned up while I set up the coffee table to eat?” He asks.

Sara shakes her head, “I get clingy and needy after sex-”

Brendon cracks a grin because he knows this, of course.

“So you’re stuck with me for the next couple of hours,” she finishes.

“Mm, that’s fine with me, babe. I just want you to be comfortable,” he responds, kissing her forehead.

She moves up into the kiss and realizes that a shower might be nice after all, “Actually, I am a little sticky. Come into the bathroom with me?”

“Anything you want, love,” he says, scooping her up and carrying her to the shower.

He turns the water on for her and then goes to sit on the counter while she rubs off the sweat under the spray. “B?” She calls.

“Yeah?”

“I know it’s nothing fancy, but when you rubbed my clit in little circles, I nearly died on the spot. Normally when I’m alone, I just stroke back and forth, but god, it felt so good to feel something new,” she says. Brendon doesn’t respond immediately. “B?” She calls back timidly, shy now. “B?”

She’s getting worried that he left without her hearing, so she pulls back the shower curtain and has to choke back a moan. Brendon’s still sitting on the counter, his head tipped back on the mirror, palming over himself through his PJ pants.

“God, Sara, sorry, I just love hearing how I make you feel, and I couldn’t help it,” he tells her.

Sara shuts the water off and walks across the bathroom to Brendon, paying no mind to how she’s dripping all over the tile. She yanks him up to his feet and drops to her knees on the padded bathmat in front of the sink. She pulls his pants down just enough- no underwear, she observes without surprise- and takes him in her mouth, getting him slick enough that she can stroke him to total hardness with her hand. Once he’s fully hard, she takes him back in her mouth and sucks hard, making his knees tremble. She bobs her head up and down, stroking him with her hand when she doesn’t have his whole length in her mouth.

He’s bracing himself against the counter to stay upright and not buck into her mouth. She moves down to just stimulate the tip while quickly stroking over the rest of him.

“Can you come for me? Food is going to be here any minute,” she says, looking up at him with big eyes.

“You playing with yourself down there, baby? Getting all wet from sucking me off?” He asks, the dirty talk getting him closer to the edge.

“Oh, you know it, gets me so hot, making you feel good. I wish I had one of my new toys, though,” she pouts before licking his dick again.

Brendon gropes behind himself blindly, trying to find… well. It’s not a vibrator, but it does, well, vibrate, he thinks, hitting the button on his electric toothbrush. He hands it to Sara, who puts it between her legs without hesitation, pressing it against her clit.

She goes weak, moaning a buzzy hum over his cock while she sucks. She knows he’s close by the way his balls are drawing into his body, so she goes ahead and lets herself go. Tightening the pressure around his cock.

“Shit, babe, I’m gonna come,” he warns, hips bucking. “Can I come in your mouth or…?”

She holds up a thumbs up, and he comes, most of it staying in her mouth, but some ends up dripping down her chin. She swallows, and Brendon hands her a wad of toilet paper to wipe off the rest with.

He tucks himself back into his pants and then helps her back to her feet.

“Can I have my toothbrush back, love?” He requests softly.

Sara blushes and takes the still-vibrating toothbrush out from between her legs, “Sorry, I forgot I still had that.”

“No worries,” he responds with a soft chuckle, kissing her forehead. He takes the toothbrush and turns it off before rinsing it off under the sink. “Gosh, you did a number on this thing. It’s soaked,” he marvels, “My perfect messy girl.”

Just then, there’s a knock at the door. “Perfect timing, must be the food. I’ll deal with that while you get dressed?” He suggests, and she nods, still a little dazed from the orgasm. Well, orgasms, plural.

She goes back to his room, where she stashed her bag and rummages through it for her pink silk slip nightgown. It’s super simple, just spaghetti straps with a straight-across neckline and then deep pink fabric straight down to just below her ass, but Brendon loves it. She suspects it’s just because she can’t move very much without flashing her butt, but he insists that the slip itself is gorgeous.

As she’s getting dressed, she hears the door open and Brendon apologizing for his relative state of undress, saying he just got out of the shower. Brendon’s naked more often than he’s clothed, so Sara just shrugs it off until she hears a giggle and flirting coming from the delivery girl.

Brendon stammers out that he has a girlfriend, but he’s flattered, but that doesn’t seem to be deterring the delivery girl, who makes an extra point to linger her hand on Brendon’s as she hands him the food. Sara strides out of his bedroom, “Hey, B, have you seen my panties? I can’t find them in your bed or your bathroom or the kitchen or the sofa, so I wonder if I left them in your pocket during our multiple rounds of lovemaking,” She calls before pretending to spot him and the girl for the first time by the door. She scootches in next to him and kisses him on the cheek, plastering a sickly-sweet smile on her face. “My apologies, didn’t know you had a guest,” she lies, shooting death beams at the delivery girl whose hand is on Brendon’s bicep. The girl retracts her hand, and Sara grabs a twenty-dollar bill from her wallet on the doorside table to tip her. Sara knows Brendon would’ve already tipped her on the website, but this more of a ‘please don’t touch my boyfriend without his consent tip’ than a ‘thank you for your work tip.’ “Have a nice day, ma’am,” Sara tells her, shutting the door.

Brendon smirks, but there’s a weariness behind it, “Way to save the day, baby. Getting possessive?”

“No, I love it when others check you out. Just validates how hot I am for you. You just sounded like you do when you get overwhelmed at the grocery store, and I figured you were feeling a little claustrophobic,” she explains.

Brendon nods. “I don’t mind a flirt, but she was getting way too handsy. And even then, it wouldn’t have been the end of the world; I just felt a little vulnerable being shirtless and all. She probably just wanted a big tip. I bet that works for her a lot. And y’know, I probably shouldn’t have been shirtless at all. If I was in a restaurant, they’d have every right to kick me out, so really, I’m lucky she didn’t blacklist my address,” he rambles, turning to get plates and silverware from the kitchen.

Sara touches his shoulder and grabs the bags of food from him. “Hey, B, you don’t need to justify your feelings, okay? I get it; she was in your space. Both your personal space by touching you and your physical area by being near your home. But it’s sweet of you to give her the benefit of the doubt. You’re probably right, I would guess that works with nine out of ten guys; she was cute. And hey, I gave her a nice tip to get her to go away, so it worked on us too.”

“And you got to brag to a stranger about our hot sex life, so it really did all work out in the end,” Brendon half-jokes, and she’s happy to observe that any panic seems to have left his body.

“Mhm, my favorite hobby. Maybe we should order dessert, and I can change into something even more slutty. This shows my ass so nicely, but my chest is totally covered,” she suggests, and he cracks a real smile for her. “Seriously though, you’re totally good?”

“Yes, ma’am, everything’s perfect,” he responds, and he’s telling the truth.

“Good, let me set up dinner then. You go relax on the sofa,” she orders.

Brendon goes to sit on the couch, knowing better than to deny a direct request. Sara plates the food and brings it to the now dim living room, where Brendon’s lit three candles in the center of the table.

“Awww, how romantic,” she praises, settling against Brendon with their food.

“I had more romance planned, I promise, I just weighed my options, and I cared more about snuggling with my girl than trying to overdo it on decorating the living room,” Brendon responds. “I do still have wine in the fridge if you want that?”

She twists around to kiss him. “The romance level is perfect. Consider me totally romanced. I think I’ll wait on the wine until later if that’s okay? It’ll make me sleepy, and I’m still interested in a round two,” she says, resting her hand against Brendon’s thigh.

“Whatever you want is fine with me, love,” he says, sighing contentedly.

***

“You’re falling asleep, babygirl.”

“Am not.”

“Your eyes are closed.”

Brendon smiles, “Do you wanna keep watching the movie, or do you wanna go to bed? If you’re sleepy, that’s fine, but we’ve gotta move to the bedroom then,” he murmurs.

Sara moves off the couch and stretches, turning on the light. “I’m not even tired; I took a nap earlier. It’s just the dim lighting and carb surplus. C’mon, let’s keep watching, it’s only 10 and we’re not even to the, ‘paint me like one of your French girls’ scene.”

“Okay, if you insist, then we’ll soldier on. I’ll get dessert,” he agrees, getting up to head to the kitchen.

“Ooo what’s for dessert?” she asks.

“Cannoli and coffee,” he responds.

Sara moans playfully. “God, Brendon, I’m so turned on right now.”

Brendon rolls his eyes. “I’ll try not to take offense that you’re more attracted to sweets than me.”

Sara wraps her arms around his waist from behind him. “I’d choose you over cannoli any day. Someone could offer me a thousand cannoli and I’d scoff in their face and then go kiss all over you. I love you, babe. Thank you for a great date night,” she says before spinning him around to kiss him.

“I love you too,” Brendon whispers against her lips. “Tonight was wonderful, and I owe it all to you.”

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effymaybe · 4 years ago

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Might buy, might bite

Lisa is having a terrible night. She makes some poor decisions, unaware of a certain creature awaiting in the dark. -

Vampire!Jennie because it is not Halloween but vampires are always cool.

Pairing: Jennie/Lisa

Warnings: Mature content but the sexy kind / Vampires are not known by establishing ideally healthy relationships on the first try / I haven’t written in months and you CAN notice

The night is unusually dark.

The few stars above palpitate almost painfully, and the darkish clouds invisible against the black mattress of the sky become only evident as they engulf the full moon in a loose hug. The contrast creates a faint, somber light that coats the quiet neighborhood as in a silent spell, and the yellowish glow of the few artificial lanterns surrounding the street only contribute to the mysterious vibe of the otherwise familiar landscape.

The absolutely rational portion of Lisa’s brain knows very well that a woman should never walk alone at night. She also knows, stored along other probably-live-saving hacks, that in case of finding herself indeed walking alone at night, she should never ever choose a lonely, poorly illuminated shortcut to reach her destination.

Now, although Lisa’s rationale works quite well, her emotional side couldn’t give less a fuck about surviving.

And that’s how she finds herself walking-running-crying throughout the most dangerous way home.

Her overly-expensive makeup is intact, thankfully, but the tight white dress she chose to impersonate an angel at that damn Halloween party is crumbled everywhere. Her long, black hair is quite messy, but at least her bangs are still in place. She’s running in her heels, much at the sake of her feet, and the ridiculous white wings she was so proud about just three hours ago hit softly against her back as she rushes to burry herself under a billion mattresses.

It’s pitiable, really, how he manages to break her heart in more and more pieces every time she decides to put it back into his hands.

It’s pitiable, too, how every single person she knows manages to betray her at least once.

Lisa stops in her tracks, feeling her long legs weakening suddenly. A ragged sob escapes from her plump lips as she brings her hands up to contain the tears spilling mercilessly from her eyes.

It was supposed to be a fun, happy party to celebrate that the big group of whatever they mean with “friends” could finally gather together after a long time of isolation. She prepared herself along with the girls, her own doe eyes shining in poorly-hidden excitement. She laughed genuinely at the questionably-mannered comments about her costume, drank a bit of rosé even before they got to the gathering. Once there, her boyfriend dedicated her a crooked, cocky smile and grasped her roughly by the waist in what Lisa considered a sign of appreciation. They danced and they drank alcohol. At some point, the brunette thought that her partner was going to kiss her, but he merely hugged her stiffly every time Lisa stared into his eyes.

Then, time passed and he disappeared. Lisa’s so-called friends spread throughout the place to dance without her. Her feet started to hurt and the party got uncomfortably warm. She looked for him with her doe eyes lost under the flashing lights until she decided he wasn’t on the gigantic living room.

Then, she looked upstairs.

And she heard the moans even before she actually saw something.

Lisa didn’t want it to be her boyfriend. Her hands shook as she merely pushed the half-closed door completely open. She stared with her heart already weeping as the man that had promised her never to hurt her again twice engaged quite passionately in a much intimate activity with a girl who, amidst the dirty blonde hair covering her face, looked quite familiar.

It only took Lisa two seconds.

Her boyfriend was fucking her best friend.

Lisa ran downstairs, crying, ignoring her now ex-boyfriend’s weak protests and her ex-best-friend’s voice basically begging him to forget her and come back to bed. When she found to her group, or what she could gather of it, with her eyes already filled with tears, the simply told her that of course they knew and that she was kinda stupid not to notice, really.

Lisa bolted out of the party with her usually sunny spirit completely shattered.

Which brings her to her current situation, still sobbing desperately as the alley she is walking through gets gloomier and gloomier.

Fuck him. Fuck them, too. I deserve better. I deserve-

She catches a weak, airy sound with her left ear.

Lisa turns around suddenly sober and suddenly very much aware of the fact that she got herself in quite a disadvantageous situation.

The night got warmer, somehow. The moonlight has given up under the insisting obscure clouds.

Lisa feels the cold shiver of pure fear shooting through her spine and relaxes only slightly when she cannot spot anybody around the place.

She swallows thickly as she starts to walk faster, her footwear clicking on the pavement almost as if giving her in.

The brunette feels wired in, hyperaware. The fain sound of the wind makes her shoulders tense. She catches a quick shadow with the corner of her eye and only gets more nervous when she can still see nothing.

The narrow space crooks at some point, and Lisa inhales deeply.

She can do it.

She will walk straight home and gather plenty of strength and call her stupid ex-boyfriend to tell him-

But she cannot keep walking.

As her slender body submerges more profoundly into the darkness of the night, a strong grip pushes her against the rough, cold wall of the alley. She fights back, absolutely terrified. Her heart hammers painfully against her choked chest, and she feels the tingles of pure adrenaline strengthening her arms.

And yet, the grip remains solid.

Lisa thinks about shouting, crying, breaking down in a loud wail hoping to be rescued. Just then, with her voice already reaching her throat, she realizes that the figure keeping her in place is slightly shorter than her.

Feminine, surprisingly delicate.

Lisa can’t scream.

Her eyes search widely the ones of her captor, absolutely dumbfounded, and it is at that moment when the moon can finally push the disturbing darkness away from its light.

As the alley gets brighter, Lisa is left absolutely breathless.

Just in front of her, with both hands immobilizing her body completely, stands the most beautiful girl Lisa has seen in her entire life.

Her face is soft, but cut sharply by prominent cheekbones. Her eyes, dark as the silent sky, are drawn in a cat-line shape that makes her gaze simply melting. Her nose is delicate, small, and her indented philtrum leads to luscious, curved lips. Her forehead is half-covered by open bangs, and her light-brownish hair falls in irresistible waves against her soft jaw. Her dress, tight, black, and visibly expensive, exposes prominent collarbones and a set of curves that should be illegal for a single woman to have.

Lisa only realizes that she’s staring when she hears a soft teasing chuckle.

“Well, hello, honey”.

The brunette presses her lips together in a nervous habit. The girl’s voice is sultry, tempting.

She finds herself struggling for a few seconds before answering.

“Huh- Who…? What…?”

The beauty in front of her licks her mouth almost as if gloating. Her grip remains stoic.

“Who are you, honey?”

Lisa feels somewhat offended. She tears her astonished gaze away from the girl’s face to focus on trying to escape.

“No, who are you? What is this? Let me go!”

She tries with all her will, but the light-brunette’s grip does not give in.

There is something… wrong with it. Cold. Too steady.

It feels like she’s struggling against iron.

Another chuckle heats up her cheeks.

“I’m Jennie”, she hears, and Lisa stops fighting for a moment, “There is no need to be so rude. I was just trying to put a name on my next meal”.

The tallest girl scoffs loudly but grows quiet at the girl’s determined expression.

Jennie doesn’t sound like she’s joking.

“You smell so good”, the shortest girl murmurs. Lisa can’t move. She’s suddenly scared again, as her brain tries desperately to put some of the pieces of all that nonsense together. “Let me….”. The light-brunette shifts, burring her face bluntly against her neck. Lisa is still terrified, really, but Jennie’s chilly breath against her skin rises pleased goosebumps here and there.

The shortest girl runs her nose up her prey’s throat, absolutely delighted.

“Oh, sweetie, you smell fantastic. Fuck”.

Lisa trembles as her skepticism falters.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. What the hell are you?”

She hears a delicate, throaty chuckle vibrating against her pulse point.

Lisa’s knees give in further, somehow.

She tries earnestly to remind herself that the serious possibility of getting murdered in the same night she found her boyfriend having sex with her best friend should not be sexy at all.

“You know the answer, already, cutie. Don’t you?”

Jennie pulls away to lock her gaze with Lisa’s again. There is a predatory glint, a paralyzing edge that makes her cat-like eyes seem as if they could pick on every piece of the tallest girl’s soul.

“I… yes. No, I mean…. You don’t exist. This can’t be”.

The shortest girl’s lets a perfect eyebrow curve in a teasing manner. Lisa can tell that she’s plenty enjoying whatever sick pre-murder game she’s playing. She’s beautiful, the dark-haired girl thinks helplessly. Stunning. Jennie’s luscious mouth spreads in an open, gummy smile that would look adorable if it wasn’t for the –absolutely threatening and not at all attractive- sight of her pointy fangs in display. Lisa manages to stop staring at the girl’s reddened lips to focus on her intense orbs once again, and she lets out a breathless gasp when she sees deep coffee turning into bloody red.

“I do very much exist, gorgeous. And this definitely can be. I wasn’t even going to hunt today, but…” Jennie brings mouth closer to Lisa’s jaw. “Your scent… I had to have you”.

Jennie is not exactly courting. She’s more like being a blood-thirsty, all-powerful, over-intense vampire. Yet, Lisa finds herself blushing like a damn idiot. She knows, at a relatively conscious level, that the smoking light-brunette is just speaking about the very much needed liquid that runs through her veins and not about her whole physique.

She’s about to be Jennie’s next meal. And as the vampire´s fingers indent more profoundly in her skin, she discovers that there is no way out.

So she stays, somewhat embracing her destiny. Her ex-friends are shit. Her ex-boyfriend is shit. Her father is shit. She doesn’t really know whether her mom is shit or not because she abandoned when she was a child so- well that probably makes her shit, too.

At least she’ll die at the hands of a gorgeous woman.

Meanwhile, Jennie’s stare has changed. Deep red has settled in her orbs, but now she’s staring at Lisa’s features with scrutinizing detail. Her head is tilted. The tallest girl can see the delicate mole sitting just above her left eye. Her aura is intense, and definitely hypnotizing, and the brunette finds out that she has stopped fighting against the vampire’s embrace long minutes ago.

“You are so beautiful, sweetheart”, Jennie murmurs suddenly, and lets the pad of her index finger run softly against Lisa’s forehead, then the bridge of her nose, her pouty lips, her strong jaw. The tallest girl trembles, finding it difficult to draw deep breaths. Jennie’s touch is icy against her overly-heated face and it feels so nice, so charming. “So beautiful, baby. Tell me your name”.

And Lisa doesn’t even put up a fight.

“Lisa…Manoban”.

“Mmh, we’ll see that”, Jennie answers, and licks her lips as she traces her blunt nails against her prey’s throat. “You are so enticing, darling”, then, as an afterthought, Jennie brings her gaze up to Lisa’s mouth, “I bet you have an owner already… well… that’s not my problem, really”.

A twisted smile crawls up Jennie’s smug expression, and the brunette scoffs loudly.

“I do not have-”, her voice falters as the vampire’s starts to trace messy patterns up and down her thigs, “An owner. I mean, nobody does. It is not-”, the shortest girl’s nose dips back into her neck, “It doesn’t work like that”.

She feels another cold chuckle pressing against her skin.

“Fine, then. A boyfriend? A girlfriend? A partner?”

Lisa opens her mouth to answer. She’s about to be dismissive, really. If the vampire is really about to suck her dry, there is no need for her to put her fingers inside such a hurtful open wound.

But she can’t speak. She feels her lungs aching for air as Jennie starts to drag her velvety lips against her racing pulse point.

“I asked you a question”, she hears up her jaw, “Do you have a partner, Lisa?”. Jennie’s left arm squeezes Lisa’s small waist firmly, demanding. The tallest girl feels hazy as the vampire leaves open-mouthed kisses along her exposed skin.

“I- no. No, he… he cheated on me”.

Lisa guesses that the mere thought of the past events in the night should make her feel profoundly depressed. It’s actually kind of hard to think properly with the vampire’s sweet scent engulfing her senses.

Jennie stops suddenly, and the tallest girl feels irrationally disappointed.

“Is that why you were crying?”, the shortest girl asks, her red eyes- now more threatening than ever- burning into Lisa’s doe stare.

“I… how long have you been-”

The light-brunette frowns as her mouth curls downwards.

Lisa realizes that the girl likes her answers straight.

Well, damn.

“Since you left that stupidly loud party. What a waste of time for a beauty like you”.

The brunette is left speechless. She stares at the shortest girl with slight surprise. She doesn’t really know what a cold-blooded vampire that clearly has her under her entire disposition could win by such a display of sensibility.

Then, something changes. The light-brunette smirks once again, as if empowered, her aura shifting towards something dangerous, irresistible. Her soft hands start to run up and down Lisa’s body slowly, grazing the underside of her breasts, and the tallest girl cannot even think about the fact that she could try to run away once again.

“Don’t you see, sweetie?” Jennie murmurs deceiving against the skin of her neck, “Don’t you see that I could treat you so well?”.

The vampire inhales deeply just pressing against her prey’s pulse point, as if trying to contain something extremely forceful. “I could make you feel so good, baby, so good”. When Jennie’s hands reach to palm her breasts gently, Lisa gives up. She closes her eyes, powerless, and her mouth falls open as the shortest girl licks along her jawline, now exploring her back. “I love this”, the brunette hears vibrating against her ear, and it takes her a moment to realize that Jennie is talking about the damn wings, “They look cute. It was so fun following you around”.

“Oh my god”, Lisa breathes, and the shortest girl smiles against her neck.

The moon shines brightly now. The shadows of the night highlight Jennie’s acute features almost dangerously. There is a faint scent, hers, all hers, that clouds Lisa’s thinking. When she feels a firm, naked leg parting her own thighs, the tallest girl can’t help but to throw her head back in a spur of delight. The firm pressure against her moisty heat sends her into a frenzy.

“You are so beautiful baby. All for me. You just have so say yes”.

Lisa’s dizzy judgment wonders why would a vampire need permission for something that she can take so easily.

When Jennie starts to suck reddish spots on her sensitive skin, the brunette can hardly gather another thought.

“Say yes, beautiful. Let me taste you”. The vampire nibbles at Lisa’s velvety throat with her front teeth, soft at first and more insistently due the lack of response. A needy groan goes past Jennie’s lips as the tallest girl’s flavor falls onto her tongue. “Fuck, sweetie. Come on. Say yes. Give in, Lisa”.

Jennie uses her strong hands to guide the tallest girl’s waist so she can ride her leg in a steady pace. The dirty mewl that breaks off Lisa’s throat should be enough, but she knows that the vampire wants straight answers and she would give her anything, anything she wants just to keep up with the pleasing friction.

“Yes”, she lets out in a moan, feeling her body pleasingly trapped between the vampire’s strong body and the rough wall. “Yes, yes, oh-”.

Jennie doesn’t want any longer. She doesn’t think she can actually. The smell of Lisa’s thick blood now combined with her raw wetness unveil an animalistic nature she tried to keep at bay. She drags her piercing fangs along the brunette’s neck once, just to tease her a bit further, before actually biting down in pure need.

The taste alone almost gets her off.

It’s delicious, succulent, rich, even more addictive than she expected.

Jennie has never stopped herself from drinking blood, whether fresh or packed, whenever she needed it. She has been in it for centuries, damn it, and yet Lisa’s tangy-sweet savor is something her now gleeful taste buds have never experienced.

The vampire smiles in an almost sick euphoria as she feels the thick liquid spilling here and there. She alternates between sucking earnestly and lapping in a happy delirium, and feels the girl against her getting desperate to speed up her delicious motions.

For Lisa, it was brief pain, the feeling of sharp needles piercing through her skin.

And then, pure, consuming bliss.

She didn’t even know it could feel like that. It probably can’t, in normal conditions, but she is not even able to consider it properly properly with her clothed core grinding wet against Jennie’s bare thigh.

“Fuck, baby. You are the most exquisite thing I’ve ever tried”.

Lisa hears the vampire’s words coming in short gasps. It turns her on even further. Everything feels so nice, so damn right that she can’t bring herself to care anymore. When Jennie tongues the fresh wounds in her throat, she clenches hard.

“Such a good girl, Lisa. All mine”.

The brunette feels the vampire’s tongue deep inside her mouth before she realizes that she’s moving. A tang of copper combines with a cherry-like flavor that can only be Jennie’s. She mewls against the shortest girl’s mouth, her eyes shut closed as she takes in the relentless waves of pleasure that shoot through her body.

Lisa begins to thrust in abandon. She wants to thank Jennie for helping her find the perfect pace with her steady hands. She wants to thank her for making her feel so, so fucking good. She wants to be perfect for her at that moment and offer, just offer it all. A burning fire sets low, and it grows impossibly grand. She feels it tying and tying and she wants to cry out in desperation. She pleads right against the vampire’s demanding lips.

“Please, please… Please, Jennie”.

She doesn’t even know what she’s asking for, but the light-brunette does. With just a flicker of her wrists, Jennie changes the angle of Lisa’s thrusts. The shift hits perfectly, just there, all that the brunette needed, and she hears as the occasional moans she can’t help but to let out when Jennie releases her swollen lips get increasingly louder.

“It’s okay, sweetheart”, the vampire sucks in her tongue just for another moment, “Come for me. Show me, baby. I want to see it all”.

Lisa does not need any more convincing.

As if wired to Jennie’s firm orders, her body lets go in a powerful release that has her high for a few minutes. When she comes down, she feels Jennie’s lips catching a few tears of pure overstimulation falling from her eyes.

She is panting, damp, and incredibly exhausted, she gathers both because of the astonishing peak and the non-incidental loss of blood. Her head falls almost shyly on top of the shortest girl’s shoulder, but the vampire seems completely unbothered by the gesture.

She keeps holding her, waiting. Her hands run through her back almost soothingly, and then begin to fix her clothes in a surprising display of care. When Jennie’s knuckles graze against her underwear, Lisa jolts and whimpers a half-serious complaint.

The vampire smiles.

“You did so well, beautiful”, Lisa feels soft pecks pressed against the skin of her neck, “but I think you ruined your panties”.

The brunette allows herself to chuckle before inhaling deeply.

It’s clearly over.

A shiver of fear runs through her spine but there is not much else to do. She knows that there is no point in even trying to run away. She’s not even sure of being able to stand without Jennie’s anchoring arms.

“Are you… gonna kill me now?”

Lisa feels as the vampire detaches herself slowly from her body.

Her heart starts to beat furiously against her chest.

It’s truly over isn’t it?

She makes an effort to meet Jennie’s intense gaze with hers. When she finds pure confusion in a renewed coffee tone, she doubts her own words, too.

“Kill you, darling? What are you talking about?”

Lisa hesitates for a moment.

“Huh, since you are… a vampire and all”.

Brief recognition illuminates Jennie’s expression to then be replaced by an almost edged amusement.

“Oh, baby”, she murmurs, and uses her knuckles to caress the tallest girl’s features almost reverently, “You really thought I would kill you? And deprive myself from a gorgeous human like you? Absolutely not. I’ve been looking so long to find someone exactly like you. And now that I have…” her fingers grasp the brunette’s chin, forcing their stares to melt, “you are mine, Lisa. And I take care of what belongs to me”.

The tallest girl opens her mouth, stunned. She figures she should feel furious.

She’s mostly in disbelief.

“But…”

“You already said yes, cutie”, Jennie giggles. She looks so young, suddenly mischievous, happy with herself. “I have already marked you. There’s no way out”.

Again, Lisa figures she should feel furious.

She’s mostly… considering.

“I’m going to take you home now”, Jennie tells her, and eyes Lisa’s neck in a bust of pride. “I promised the girls that I was going to take a human someday. They’ll be ecstatic”.

“The girls?”, Lisa mumbles. She feels Jennie’s hand grasping hers, pulling her in, dragging her somewhere.

Her feet follow as if in a spell.

“Rosé and Jisoo. They are getting bored, I guess. It’s been only us three for centuries. They could use some new company”, there is a pause, “as long as I make their boundaries really clear”.

“Boundaries?”

Lisa is lost, but not completely. There is something growing in her chest. A warm, fuzzy feeling.

“I don’t share, Lisa”.

“Oh”.

They stay in silence for a few seconds. Jennie analyzes Lisa’s expression carefully. Her hold is firm and cold, yet somewhat tender. The tallest girl simply waits. There is no need to make a decision. She feels her own limbs going back to a relaxed, pleased position.

“Ready, darling?”

Jennie is testing her. In response, Lisa licks her lips. The faint taste of iron and strawberries makes her smile.

“Yes, I am ready”.

Jennie’s eyes light up in silent happiness only to turn deep brown again.

“Perfect. Let’s hurry up. I’m dying to taste the rest of you”.

Lisa wonders if she’ll get to sleep before that happens. Or if she’ll make it into some form of a shower.

As she delights herself with the gorgeous figure of her captor, she figures she doesn’t mind, really.

#jenlisa #blackpink scenarios #jennie scenarios #lisa scenarios #blackpink fanfic

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lucas-koh · 4 years ago

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Stitches - Bryce Lahela x MC VIII

Parts 1-7 linked in my bio!

Doesn’t exactly follow canon, but elements of canon. FWB.

Song: Waking Up Slow (Piano Version) - Gabrielle Aplin

Rating: M, implied sex, sexual language, swearing

Word Count: 3738

Taglist: @lahellacute @lahamseiroshoe @anotherbeingsworld @fuseboxmusebox @choicesficwriterscreations @bubblelaureno @bratzlahela @eleanorbloom @bryceslahela || please let me know if you would like to be added to or removed from this list

Chapter Eight: Whiplash

So there Suki was again. Rushing down the hospital corridors in an attempt to out power-walk her thoughts. Step-step-step-step-I like her body-STEP-STEP. Suddenly the day didn’t feel so hopeful. And she found herself questioning why this was bugging her so much; but even more so, why she suddenly wanted to avoid Bryce at all costs. She didn’t want to look into his eyes and think about his face as he said those words. Those dark, enigmatic mahogany eyes, probably smirking knowingly. But she definitely didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that an offhand comment like that had affected her. Not after all the lengths she’d gone to to assure Bryce she was unaffected by things like this, at least where he was concerned.

This was what she signed up for – she knew that. But still. When the only nice thing he could say about her to someone else was about her body - how it looked, what it did – well, it wasn’t exactly a confidence boost in terms of who she was as a person. And she’d thought after the fact they’d all been hanging around together as a group so much that they all gelled well and were friendly. And yeah, the other person had been teasing Bryce about having a crush on her, which he obviously didn’t, and she didn’t want him to, but he still could’ve replied saying she was a cool girl or something.

Luckily for Suki, they barely ran in the same circles at work so avoiding him was fairly easy. She only saw him in the halls a few times, and would focus her eyes on whatever chart or equipment she was holding. Every time she caught a glimpse or thought about Bryce (much more often than she cared to admit), Suki felt uncomfortable and upset. And then silly for feeling as such.

For two weeks she’d managed to ignore his texts, and the group hadn’t had time to meet, either. Part of her wanted to cave a few times, but Bryce had given up after the third nose went unanswered, clearly getting the hint. He hadn’t texted anything other than that.

Finally, she felt like she couldn’t avoid it any longer. It was consuming her thoughts too much to not do something about it. She’d just have to get over herself and either suck it up and accept she was just a warm body to Bryce, or break it off for her own sanity. So that was the plan as she texted Bryce mid-December. Which way she was erring towards… she’d figure out when the time came. Either way, she wasn’t planning on making it easy for Bryce, because whether she had the right to be or not – Suki was pissed.

Unfortunately for her, Suki was also soft and awkward and indecisive and far too forgiving. But she was going to try her best.

Santa Fe: 👃be here in 15.

Scalpel Jockey: yes ma’am 😳

When Bryce arrived he texted to let her know, since knocking would only make someone else answer the door. Suki waited until she couldn’t hear anyone in the living room and snuck over to let Bryce in. The door opened to his habitually grinning face, but Suki didn’t return the favour, instead just setting off to her bedroom and waiting for Bryce to follow.

Once Bryce had shut the bedroom door behind him and could be sure no one else would hear, he finally greeted her:

“Hey, it’s been a while…”

Well, maybe by their standards.

But Suki was already unbuttoning her blouse and shimmying her trousers down her legs. Bryce laughed, she was simply looking stoically at him as she unclothed and she hadn’t even said a word to him yet. But okay. If that was the plan.

Bryce stripped down to his underwear and perched at the head of the bed, uncertain and waiting for Suki to make the first move.

“So,” she stood at the foot of the bed in her lacy black underwear, hands curling around her waist, “do you like how I look today? How my body looks right now?”

But Bryce didn’t notice the hint, he was too enraptured by how good she looked. And by how sexy her forwardness was; first that text, then the jumping straight in. It was certainly something and Suki could tell Bryce liked it.

“Yes, I definitely do.” He crawled down the bed to her, pulling her in between his legs. That smug grin was all over his face, all through his eyes as they raked up and down Suki’s body. All in that tongue which stuck out to moisten his lips. God. That’s gotta be exactly what he looked like when he said he liked my body.

And she was pissed again, seething for god knows why, so she turned her head to the side when he moved to kiss her.

“Oh?” Bryce questioned just before he would’ve collided with her cheek.

“Actually, I’m kind of tired right now.”

“Uh, yeah, okay.” He dropped his hands from her waist and let her step back a bit. “You do realise you texted me, right?” He laughed a bit, trying to bring his usual easiness to the conversation. He was sitting at the end of the bed, legs spread and leaning back on his hands. It was proving incredibly difficult for Suki not to admire his physique, his pose, his ambience. And uh, something very obvious right in the centre of her view.

Damn it. Why did he have to be so understanding? She wanted to piss him off. She wanted him to push back a bit. Actually, she wanted to shout at him and ask him why he wasn’t fighting her on this, why he wasn’t being the asshole she had assumed him to be when she’d eavesdropped. She just wanted some strong emotion to spark, to be able to stoke the flames. Because right now it was like the chemicals in her brain had abandoned all logic or sense and the plethora of emotions whirling inside it were confusing.

But, that wasn’t the sensible thing to do.

“Yeah, I changed my mind.”

“That’s okay. I’ll just head out,” he gave her an understanding smile – for fucks sake – and stood from the bed.

She stayed where she was, crossing her arms over her chest this time and watching as Bryce dressed.

He gave her that smile again as he pulled his jeans on, but there was a slight crinkle to his brow as though he were concerned. He looked like he was biting his lip from something to say.

Suki felt bad, now. He’d been there maybe five minutes and she was already sending him home because he hadn’t even reacted in the way she’d wanted.

God Suki, grow up. You’re a twenty-seven year old doctor who is having a tantrum because her fuck buddy doesn’t vibe with her? It’s laughable. Definitely not where I thought I’d be four months ago.

He let out a concealed puzzled exhale as he looked back at Suki, and checking the coast was clear slipped out of her bedroom with a ‘I’ll see you soon?’. She didn’t see him out.

So Bryce left – even fewer words spoken between them, and Suki slumped back into bed with a long, dramatic sigh.

—-

A few days later, Suki was just coming back from delivering some good news to a patient, and was wandering down corridors. As she looked up to be sure she wouldn’t walk into anyone, Suki saw Bryce at the other end of the corridor, passing over a lady in a wheelchair to a doctor. Technically, she’d still been avoiding him for around two weeks since their last meeting barely happened. She felt the heat in her cheeks and immediately swivelled on a heel to go in the other direction.

But it was too late, moments later she was confronted by the very thing she’d been avoiding.

“Suki!” Bryce called from behind her. Immediately Suki felt herself freezing up at just the sound of his voice. But they were in public – sort-of – so she couldn’t ignore him this time.

“Hey,” she didn’t quite meet Bryce’s eyes as she turned to him.

“Are you doing okay?”

Like you care.

“Yeah, fine,” she shot out ice cold.

Bryce crinkled his brow in that same way he had before, and Suki had to scream at that little voice in her head which told her it was cute.

“Have you been avoiding me?”

Yes, yes she had. Pretty definitely.

“So what if I have?”

“I mean. Why?”

“I’m just not in the mood to see you.”

“Did I- did I do something? The other night you seemed… I don’t know. Please tell me if I upset you.”

He looked so concerned that she melted on the spot and the edge in her voice immediately disappeared.

“Look, I just- I realised it’s weird because we share a friend group but we’re not even friends.”

“We’re friends.”

She furrowed her brow, his words from before running through her head. “We are? Since when?”

“Somewhere between the list making and spending so much time as a group - I don’t know, but I like to think we are.”

Hearing him say that had made Suki pretty much forget what she’d overheard. Maybe he had been worried about her. Maybe she was overreacting and assuming or maybe she should just let herself go with the flow. After all, he’d never, ever, been cruel to her. So yeah, Suki liked that Bryce said they were friends. Agreed with him.

In fact, her heart fluttered a little at him recognising her as more than just a body.

“Upgraded from Fuck Buddy to Friend With Benefits – I like it.”

“Me too,” Bryce grinned and brought a hand up for a high five. Suki obliged. She wanted to leave her hand there, feel his beneath it, but she couldn’t. “So, we’re cool?”

And then she knew she couldn’t leave this conversation without some answers. Even if it made her look like a gigantic idiot.

She hesitated. But it was better to be upfront. And it would keep bugging her if she didn’t get the truth. Hard-ass Suki was now tucked away in a cupboard and the usual awkward, nosy, bumbling Suki was back in her place.

“There is… one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“I swear I didn’t mean to but the other week I was coming in and I heard you talking with someone else and you told them that you only like me because of my body and like that’s fine of course you’re not obliged to like me as a person but since now you’re saying we’re friends I don’t know I just wanted to like ask you since it would be weird to be friends with someone you only care about having sex with and–“

“Breathe!” Bryce cut her off with a laugh. Suki inhaled a big breath - she had a tendency to ramble when she was nervous.

“Look,” he gave her a comforting smile, “that was Ben, another surgical intern. He’s a dick. I’m not going to go round telling him anything about myself if I can help it. But I suck at lying so it had to be at least somewhat truthful.”

“Oh. Right. Yeah. That makes sense,” she nodded like a car accessory. So obviously he’d known about the surgery too, since they were in the same field. She felt stupid for jumping to conclusions.

“You’re my friend,” he reassured.

She let out a heavy exhale and a gentle laugh, wow she’d been silly. “Cool.”

“So that’s why you’ve been avoiding me, you were hurt?”

But she didn’t answer him. She didn’t need to let him know she’d been overthinking the entire thing. So she simply stepped back from him and as she moved to leave said:

“Come over after work.”

And with that Suki flounced off down the corridor to her next patient.

But she didn’t hear Bryce as she retreated, muttering: “I’m so sorry I hurt you.”

—-

Clambering up the last of the stairs to her apartment floor, Suki spotted Gia and Tommy on their way towards the stairs.

“Hey! You two doing okay?”

“Yes! Tommy’s missed you two.”

“Aw, Tommy! We miss you too!”

“When can I see Byce?” Tommy asked the two women, not quite having worked his way around ‘r’ sounds yet.

“I’m not sure hun! He’s very busy.” Suki smiled, it was nice to see Bryce had made such an impression.

“You’ve got a good man there, Suki.” Gia said.

“Oh he’s not- um- we’re not.”

“Ha, okay love. We should be off now, anyway.” She pulled Tommy up onto her hip and began to make her way toward the elevator before turning and saying softly with Tommy’s ears obstructed by her hand and chest, “he looks at you like… like I wish Tommy’s father looked at me.”

Suki’s breath hitched as the elevator doors shut on Gia’s bittersweet expression and left her alone in the corridor.

She didn’t realise until she heard the elevator coming back up to their floor that she’d been standing there for a while. Thinking about everything yet nothing.

As though in a daze, Suki floated over to the apartment and let herself in.

It had to be a desire thing right? Bryce looked at Suki like he wanted to push her against a wall at any moment – she knew that. Maybe Gia and her partner didn’t have that anymore if they ever did. That’s gotta be what she meant. In any case, she’d only seen them together very briefly when she’d picked Tommy up, so her opinion wasn’t based on much evidence. Or so Suki thought.

Before Suki even knew it – too consumed by overanalysing that one sentence – she got the text to let her know Bryce was there.

—-

Suki and Bryce laid on either side of the bed post coitus as he was telling her about a surgery he watched. There was still no mention of his assisting, but, Suki figured she’d work it out eventually.

“No way that happened. Patients don’t just ask for surgeons because they think they’re hot.”

“Oh yeah? Then how come it did happen?”

“I call bullshit.”

“You gonna try and tell me I’m not the hottest surgeon at Edenbrook?”

“I dunno… Dr Tanaka…” Suki sucked in a breath through her teeth.

Bryce looked mock offended then said: “I can’t blame you. He’s a very sexy man.”

He scooted over from his side of the bed and hovered over her, taking her jaw in his large, precise hand. He leaned down to kiss her, Suki immediately giving in and roaming her hands across the muscles on his back and shoulders. Basking in the fresh mint of his lips, the smell of his familiar cologne and a faint hint of cinnamon permeating all of Suki’s senses, she felt a little lost.

“But I think it’s safe to say this speaks for itself in terms of your preferences,” he whispered into her lips.

“Have you been baking?”

“Hm?”

“You smell like cinnamon. You usually smell more citrus-y, freshly washed towels – or is this holiday edition Lahela?”

Suki didn’t even realise she was thinking out loud until it popped out. That citrus-y, freshly washed towel scent and the peppermint on his lips was incredibly familiar to Suki. She’d thought about them in moments she probably shouldn’t have been thinking about them. She associated them with sex, of course, but also a warmth and an easy comfort. His cologne was gorgeous, it smelled expensive and perfectly balanced, mixing with the pH of his skin artfully. But there was something extra special about that underlying natural aroma. Less sexy, more familiar. Homely?

But it made her feel slightly uncomfortable in the pit of her stomach that she remembered these details so vividly, that she focused so specifically on them; even more so that she’d spoken them out loud.

“Well, I do roll around in my clean orange-scented towels just before I see you purely so that you can smell it under my expensive cologne,” he mocked.

She swatted him playfully as he began to kiss down her neck, pinching the skin with his teeth. It was just enough to be a perfectly balanced mix of pleasure and pain.

“What does Dr. Tanaka smell like?” She teased.

“Cigarettes and B.O.,” he muffled into her collarbone.

Suki’s laugh tinkled around her bedroom like chimes. “Now I know he smells sexy.”

“He’s not the one whose scent you seem to have memorised so I’m okay with that.”

“Hey! We see each other in close quarters, I’d be a bit worried if you didn’t know what I smelt like.”

“Moon lilies and cotton. Also antiseptic and that coconut hand sanitiser you use.”

Suki laughed again, as Bryce tried to hide the shock in his eyes that he’d actually just said that. But then he just grinned cockily like that was the intention.

“Well I’m glad it’s not cigarettes and B.O.”

“But to answer your question: No, I don’t bake, or cook, at all.”

“Seriously?! What do you eat?”

“Takeout, whatever’s in the hospital cafeteria, ramen.”

Suki just looked at him with horror. “Any… vegetables?”

“Yeah I always order vegetables. And I have an apple every morning.”

“Is that to keep me away?”

“What would be the point in that?” He leaned down to kiss her lips again, and once more Suki got sucked into the moment.

“Okay, okay, you should go now.”

“Probably,” Bryce looked up to Suki’s clock which read 11:08pm. “It’s later than I thought.”

They’d lost track of time talking about the most random topics, but secretly neither of them minded. —-

Five A.M. the next morning found Suki stumbling out of bed and blinking her way through her routine. Bryce had stayed way longer than he should’ve, again, and now Suki was paying for it.

She sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror, she didn’t look her best. As she crooked her neck in a stretch she felt a sensitive spot on the left side. Moving closer to the mirror to inspect and blinking more sleep from her eyes, she saw the rough purple mark. Shit.

“Bryce… what the fuck?!” She whisper-yelled to herself. “He is so getting shit for this.”

She had two options. 1. Leave it as it is. She didn’t really have time to do a botch job of covering it up and she was a doctor, she just needed to get on with the job no matter what. 2. Cake it in layers of concealer, colour corrector, and foundation so that instead of a hickey, it looked like she had a weird rash.

Given Suki’s intense aversion to anything even slightly humiliating, she went with option two. She’d forgotten how much these things actually hurt – it had been years – and Bryce had gone deep. Mottling from a deep-blackish-purple to a lighter, but still intense pinky-lilac, Suki’s neck looked pretty bad. Thankfully the area itself wasn’t too big, and so she got to work covering it up. She made sure to snap a picture first to show Bryce the exact damage he’d done.

The first few hours of work went by as usual, diagnoses, charts, tests, discharges. She knew she had to talk to Bryce about her, ahem, problem, but she wasn’t going to let something so silly take precedent over her job.

When she spotted Bryce in the atrium later she luckily had a few moments to spare. He was leaning on the desk talking to the receptionist.

“We need to talk,” she muttered behind him, pulling him along with her to somewhere more private. He rushed out a wave to the receptionist as he stumbled along after Suki. She pulled him over to the side of the atrium under the stairs. Not the most private place, but better than nothing.

“So…” Bryce said searchingly.

She huffed and moved her neck under the light, making it obvious that it was caked in cover-up. But Bryce was a typical man.

“What am I looking at? I mean, you have a very nice neck but…?”

Then she pulled out her phone and brought up the picture she’d taken as insurance this morning.

“Oh,” Bryce snorted, and actually zoomed in to the photo to get a better look.

“What are you – 16?!” She snatched her phone away as she chastised him.

He laughed, not seeming at all bothered. “It was an accident, relax. I’ll be sure not to do it again.”

Accident, my ass. You were sucking on there like a pacifier. Then again, I probably should’ve stopped him…

“Fuck you,” she was actually frustrated about this, but the words came out more lighthearted than intended.

“That can be arranged.”

“Bry!” Almost as soon as it came out of her mouth Suki wanted to kick herself for the cringey nickname. Where the hell did it come from?? And why! She was meant to be mad at the guy not giving him cutesy nicknames.

But Bryce didn’t pick it apart, simply winking.

“Think of it as an early Christmas present.” He teased as he moved away from the corner. She huffed again as she watched him leave, flashing a cheeky grin back at her. What a fucking douche.

Maybe I *should’ve* tried propositioning Dr. Tanaka, at least he would be more careful.

She was annoyed at the actual thing, sure. But she was more annoyed that rule number five: no visible marks, had been pretty astoundingly disregarded. It wasn’t the hickey itself, it was the principle. The meaning behind the hickey. And the struggle of having a serious conversation with Bryce Lahela.

She found herself asking why she hadn’t brought the rule up, why she hadn’t called him out for ignoring their very clear rules put into place for exactly this reason. Perhaps she didn’t want to stop blurring the lines, even if they were advancing into dangerous territory. Recently she’d been letting him come to hers more often, the threat of roommates not feeling so worrisome anymore, and the thought of sneaking around was sexy. And the relief, the joy she’d felt when it turned out Bryce didn’t only like her body was far from casual.

She didn’t want to be so careful anymore, and that scared the shit out of her.

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diazpoems · 4 years ago

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Me watching Riverdale S2:

THE WAY KEVIN IS RAISING HIS HAND TO THE MOTHERFUCKING SKY WHEN HIRAM ASKS FOR A VOLUNTEER FOR A WRESTLING DEMONSTRATION. THIS THIRSTY MOTHERFUCKER. HIS FACE IS PRICELESS.

I wish I could just jump into Riverdale and shake the characters and be like

Cheryl: Your parents fucking suck

Josie: Your parents fucking suck

Veronica: Your parents fucking suck

Betty: Your parents fucking suck

Archie: Your dads okay so far, I don’t know about your mom

Jughead: Your dad used to fucking suck but as a person, at his core, I don’t think he’s evil, and he’s getting better, but he’s got a ways to learn. I don’t know about your mom

Kevin: Your dad’s decent so far? Don’t know about your mom

Like especially Josie because I know it’s hard and that a lot of the trauma her mom felt probably manifested itself badly and Josie probably feels attached to her mom and like she owes her being a good daughter because her mom’s had it bad but like I also DON’T CARE. FUCKING TREAT YOUR CHILD RIGHT. I DON’T GIVE A SHIT WHAT HAPPENED. THATS YOUR CHILD. WOMAN UP AND BE A FUCKING DECENT PERSON. I DON’T CARE THAT YOU PUT A ROOF OVER HER HEAD, FOOD IN HER MOUTH, GAVE HER A SINGING CAREER (But continue to control it and not give her leeway to think and act on her own). SHE DON’T OWE YOU SHIT. FUCK OFF WITH YOUR WEIRD LIFE-FUCKING-SUCKED-FOR-ME-BUT-IM-ALSO-A-CLASSIST-BITCH PARADOX. MY DAD’S GOT IT MADE RIGHT NOW BUT HE HASN’T FORGOTTEN HIS ROOTS, HASN’T FORGOTTEN THE DISCRIMINATION HE FACED AND THE FACT THAT HE GREW UP SHIT POOR EARLY ON AND HE HASN’T DECIDED “Hey, let’s ridicule people for being in a similar position that I was in!”

Basically, this is me begging for for Josie’s mom to ✨fucking do better✨

Anyways yeah normalize Riverdale characters disowning their own parents ✌🏽🥰

Hmmm. If I wasn’t completely and utterly for the Serpents before, the white serpents learning to shut the fuck up and stand with Toni and her grandfather in opposition of the genocide and colonialism that was perpetrated by Cheryl’s great great grandfather? Hell fucking yeah

Dude I’m sorta crying at the scene with Hiram seeing Veronica in her confirmation dress because he’s a piece of shit but this is how it goes down, like it’s a whole thing

I love that I immediately knew the meaning of “Catholic chic”. Apparently that’s all going to church every Sunday for the formative years of my life accomplished

I hope Penelope Blossom dies in a fire :)

OH MY GOD, LOVE SIMON CAME OUT RIGHT AROUND HERE, KEVIN IS ASKING MOOSE TO IT, MY COMFORT MOVIE OH MY GOD-

Ugh, I don’t trust Midge. Something about the tropey-ness of her being The Girlfriend™️ and her face, as well as the fact that she played Gen in tatbilb, something doesn’t sit right. The haircut feels too manic pixie, like she’s hiding something. Bad vibes

NOOO CHERYL ILL GO ON A VACATION WITH YOU 😭 GOD IM SO GONE FOR HER

Aaaaand she did some fuck shit. Aaaand Toni is pretty. Aaaand there’s the internalized homophobia.

Jughead saying that growing up Betty’s and Archie’s windows being parallel always bothered him sounds more like a jarchie admission than a bughead one, I’m just sayin’

BETTY AND JUGHEAD’S REACTIONS WHEN THEY HEAR THE BED SQUEAKING IS ME. Like the little amused but lowkey confused and baffled expression on his face as he’s like “is that their solution to everything? Can’t they ever just talk?” Like no apparently not. Me too Jug, me too-

Idk Vee, maybe he’s asking questions about your father’s line of work and the business of his associates because your dad and mom are fucking evil

What the fuck Veronica. I mean yay because that just gets us closer to Jarchie kiss but like what the fuck Vee. Also Jughead is super cute, like why does the blue eyes black hair thing absolutely melt my weak heart, like I didn’t choose to fall for this pasty ass white boy but here we are. Also Veronica’s eyes are really big and dark and pretty like girl help im falling for these two-

BETTY LITERALLY POINTED IT OUT, C’MON NOW CW, I KNOW WE’VE MADE THE MISTAKE OF GROVELING WITH SPN BUT PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU WE NEED A JARCHIE KISS-

CAN HETEROSEXUALS PLEASE STOP FUCKING ALL THE TIME ON TV. WHY DO YOU HAVE TO SHOVE YOUR STRAIGHTNESS IN MY FACE. NOT EVERYONE IS STRAIGHT YOU KNOW.

“Entertain Jughead” 😏

DUDE. They were sitting ALONE. TOGETHER. In the WOODS. With them being the ONLY ones who haven’t kissed. DUDE.

C’MON MAN, THEY’RE STARING FUCKING LONGINGLY AT EACH OTHER

If there are weird gay ships for straights then Jeronica is the weird straight ship for gays

Ok so is there a legitimate reason why Veronica is faithful to her parents and defends them to a tee and partakes in their mob shit or is she just daddy’s little fucking girl. Like it isn’t her fault that she’s been manipulated but it pisses me the fuck off. And people who want her to stay with her parents because supposedly they’re the only ones who love her even though it’s toxic and warped? Like do you have a brain?

Archie and Veronica really love supporting gentrification, classism, and Vee’s rich daddy and mommy’s innocence huh

Look i actually agree with Reggie for once, get Hiram’s ass, deal with it Veronica

Wow, nice, shaming Jug for eating. That’s cool, Arch. That’s awesome. And no Betty, she doesn’t have everybody’s vote. Because Veronica’s parents are motherfuckers and when it comes to choosing between a murderer/abuser/rich/classist/gentrifying fuck and supporting your bestie uwu guess which one im fucking picking. Also, THANK YOU JUG for explaining to your friend that even though he lives in a fantasy land where northside Riverdale is the only one worth referring to when talking about Riverdale at all and thus the only one that matters and is worth protecting, the southside exists and people live and have grown up in the southside and building a prison there where it will be even more easy to profile and incarcerate southside residents under false or exaggerated pretenses ISN’T A GOOD THING. That his own friend isn’t quite apart of his and Veronica’s and Betty’s socioeconomic caste and that he’s not going to pretend like he is, he isn’t going to be quiet about it just because you’re friends again. That he’s not going to lay down and let Archie explain what a good move for Riverdale is when he clearly means northside riverdale, let him explain how the southside needs to be dealt with to someone who grew up on the southside and knows it more (not the most, I’m not saying Jug isn’t out of his depth with certain aspects of being a full southsider) intricately than him. LIKE FUCK. ARCHIE. WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE TALKING TO. Like he just doesn’t get why building prisons and stereotyping and condemning all southsiders and gentrifying entire neighborhoods is really fucking bad and a big deal and it annoys me so much. Like yeah Arch, obviously you don’t see the big deal because it doesn’t affect you and you delude yourself that it doesn’t affect your friend either, but it actually is that bad.

In conclusion, Archie and Veronica and sometimes Betty are giving me headaches rn. Like I’m not saying Jughead is perfect at all but in this particular instance he’s the only one I agree with for the most part right now.

Yeah Arch, you see things differently because you’re not the one who’s on the receiving end of the problem

YES MOMMA ANDREWS. SNAP! GO FERAL! SHOW THAT SOB SOME CONSEQUENCES!

Ah, so this is the jarchie “break-up” scene. You know what. I feel no heartbreak. Get his ass Jug.

Get. His. Ass.

They sent Cheryl to a conversion institution. I’m literally crying. This isn’t an exaggeration. I feel like I want to cry. Just. God fucking damn it.

SHE DOESN’T WANT TO GET BETTER. SHE’S NOT SICK. YOU ARE. DIE. FUCKING DIE. BURN IN HELL. AND PENELOPE BLOSSOM TOO.

“That’s not how things go in Riverdale” is a veiled way of saying “don’t challenge the upper class and don’t try to stifle gentrification,” I hope you all know

#she speaks #riverdale #cheryl blossom #josie mccoy #veronica lodge #betty cooper #archie andrews #jughead jones #sierra mccoy #you know how spn and merlin fans have that one tag?#u kno the one #john winchester’s a+ parenting #uther pendragon’s a+ parenting #petition to use the same thing when a riverdale parent does something shitty and manipulative to their kid #sierra mccoy’s a+ parenting

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jazzman-19-blog · 5 years ago

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Crazy Little Thing Called Life

*This picture doesn’t really go along with this chapter but I thought it was a cute photo :]*

A/N: Wow, Chapter 7 is finally here. Sorry for such the delay like always, I’m horrible at time management. This chapter gets a little steamy and of course ends in a cliff hanger. Sorry to do that to you. But a lot kinda of happens in this chapter and it’s all over the place so sorry for everything horrible in here. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! Bye for now. ;]

~with lots of love, Jazzman~

Summary: A road trip/vacation between two old friends turn into something more(basic plot but whateva)

Song: Stand By Me by Ben E. King

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Word count: 3993

Warnings: language, slight naughty things, horrible writing skills.

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Ch. 7: Who’s The Blonde?

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This was the worst hangover you have ever experienced before in your entire life! Your head was pounding and throbbing, you felt like somebody had knocked you out. The room was spinning and the light from the windows were so bright, it was a pain to your eyes. You tried to stand up but when you got off the bed, your legs were weak that you almost fell, and oh my god, your stomach was whirling. Next thing you knew, you were running for the bathroom trying not to fall over on the way there. Sure, you had experienced small, little hangovers before but this, this was new. Maybe it’s because you had two whole bottles of wine last night. You can’t even remember anything from the night before, if you were being honest. You could have shared all of your feelings for Ben, with Ben, for all you knew! Your main concern right now, was getting rid of your sickness.

Ben walked into the bathroom from his room and saw you on the floor next to the toilet with your head down. He knew he heard someone throwing up when he walked into his room. He woke up an hour before you and had just gotten over his killer hangover. He crouched down beside you and lifted your hair out of your face and the toilet, you hadn’t really noticed that Ben walked in. You were too busy throwing up and your head was still throbbing.

“Love? Are you ok?” Ben asked as he rubbed your back to comfort you. As much as you loved Ben’s back rubs, you were not in the mood and you were too sick to care.

“Do I look like I’m OK?” You snapped at him as you placed your forehead against the seat of the toilet. You felt bad for snapping at him like that but god, you just needed some time alone right now.

“I’m sorry. I mean, do you need any help? Is there anything I can do?” Ben felt bad for you, he really did and he was just trying to be a good friend but damn, he just needed to give you some space right now.

“Yes Ben I’m fine! Can I please just be alone right now?” You were getting irritated and it wasn��t his fault. You didn’t even want to look him in the eyes or even lift up your head for that matter. Then another wave of nausea hit you and you ended back up in the toilet seat, throwing up everything in your stomach.

“Ok, I’ll be in my room if you need me…” He left through the bathroom door, into his room. Damn it, he was trying to be nice and here you are being a total bitch to him. You would call him back in here but you always stood by your word, even if you were wrong. What you didn’t know was that Ben didn’t stay in his room, he knew to give you space so he found another way to help. He went downstairs and made you tea to ease you up, got you some water to rehydrate you(that’s what he heard would help), and some ibuprofen to take for the headache. He secretly snuck back into your room and placed everything on your night stand next to your bed with a letter.

You felt like you were done puking but you were scared to go back to bed and have to run into the bathroom again. Your arms and legs felt weak but you pushed yourself up anyways and made your way out of the bathroom. Your hands tried to find things to hold onto as you made your way to your bed. Once you reached it, you moved all of the covers up and slid into it, all you wanted right now was some rest. That was until you realized the tea, water, and meds on your night stand. Of course you knew Ben put it there ‘cause it sure as hell wasn’t casper.

You sat up against the headboard and grabbed the ibuprofen and water, drinking the water as you took the medication. Your headache had gone down a little before, so maybe the meds would make it go down even more. As you were about to grab the tea, you noticed a little slip of paper under the warm cup. You pulled the note from under the tea and opened it. The slip of paper read:

I know you wanted space but I REALLY wanted to help because I felt bad, but I gave you some ibuprofen, tea, and water to at least help in some way. If there’s anything else you need, I’ll be in the room next door like always. Also I was gonna say let’s go to the beach today but your probably sick as fuck so we’ll just plan that for tomorrow but for right now I’m heading to the grocery store, if you need anything just text me! Ok bye Love! Get better soon!

Well ok then Ben. Damn it, why did he always have to be so nice to you even when your a complete bitch to him? You place the note back on the nightstand and resume back to your warm cup of tea. You just sat there and sipped your tea while thinking of anything you needed from the store. Nothing came to mind at the moment, but you knew the minute Ben comes back, you’ll finally remember something you needed. That’s just how your brain liked to play games with you. Stupid piece of shit, stop making life more difficult than it has to be.

Once you finished your cup of tea, you put the empty cup back on top of the note and tucked yourself away under the covers. Maybe taking a little nap wouldn’t hurt, Ben was out shopping so he probably wouldn’t care. Your eyelids suddenly got heavy and then before you knew it, you were passed out.

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Ben decided to go out and go grocery shopping which is new to him. Sure, he went shopping with his mom but never by himself. It was new territory for him. Especially since he’s in a whole new state too. He didn’t know exactly what to get either but he didn’t want to call and disturb you. He went to this place called Vons, it had the same vibe as a Safeway back in Arizona so maybe it was all connected somehow.

He went through the aisles one by one and literally packed the cart with junk food and some alcohol to replace the two wine bottles you both drowned in last night. One girl came up to him and asked if something was wrong since he looked confused.

“No, I’m alright. I’m just new here actually.”

“You’ve never been to Vons?” She looked quite puzzled.

“No, but I also meant I’m new to Cali.” Ben chuckled as he saw how the girl’s face turned to a shade of pink from embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, I’m stupid, I didn’t realize that’s what you meant. Of course.”

“It’s alright, really, no need to be sorry love.” And with that, the random girl started to help him with his shopping once he explained everything and why he was here. She had to scurry away to her own cart but she gave him her number in case of anything. She seemed nice and she looked like she was in her 20’s. Sadly, he didn’t catch her name at all.

Ben checked out all of the items and was on his way home. He knew you would probably be asleep or dying over the pain. Either way he wanted to make sure you were at least better now than earlier. He pulled into the driveway and started to unload the groceries into the house from the back door. Once he was finished, he started putting all the food in the cabinets and the fridge and freezer. After that, he just went upstairs to check on you.

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While Ben was away you took a relaxing nap. It was all you needed and the tea really did help. You woke up and checked the time to realize that you slept for only an hour. The hangover had gone away and you decided to go see if Ben was home yet. Right when you were about to walk out of your bedroom, you bumped into Ben at the door frame. You were about to fall back until Ben caught you with his arm.

“You alright Love?” His warm smile and soft, green eyes made you melt right into him.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Didn’t notice you came back.” You smiled as you stood up straight, out of his grip. You walked over to your bed with the little bit of grace left in you and patted the bed for him to go and sit next to you. You were still in his Bumblebee outfit from last night.

Ben quickly walked over to the edge of your pink, fluffy bed and sat next to you. You were still kinda tired from earlier so you laid your head in Ben’s lap. His thighs were extremely warm even though it wasn’t even hot outside or inside. Ben’s face turned into a crimson red as you did so. He wasn’t expecting that. He didn’t really know what to do. So Ben just started fiddling with strands from your hair.

“Hey Ben?” You said in a low hum that sent goosebumps up his body.

“Yes Love?” Ben said in a deep voice that sent shivers down your spine.

“Can you sing something to me?” Your hand was on his thigh now as you stared off into the dresser across from your bed. You rubbed your index finger in a circular motion in only one spot on his right thigh.

“I don’t see why not, but I’m not very good.” Ben said as he was thinking of something to sing to you. He picked Stand By Me by Ben E. King. He loved that song and he knew every word. He started to hum the beginning.

“When the night has come

And the land is dark

And the moon is the only light we’ll see

No I won’t be afraid, no I won’t be afraid

Just as long as you stand, stand by me

So darlin’, darlin’, stand by me, oh stand by me

Oh stand by me, stand by me

If the sky that we look upon

Should tumble and fall

Or the mountains should crumble to the sea

I won't cry, I won't cry, no I won't shed a tear

Just as long as you stand, stand by me

And darlin', darlin', stand by me, oh stand by me

Oh stand…”

Ben whispered the song and sang at such a low voice that it was making you sleepy again. You loved it when Ben sang to you, he has such a beautiful and deep voice. And only you get to hear it whenever you wanted.

Even though Ben was good at singing, you were great at many different instruments. Such as the double and electric bass, the piano, and the guitar. Sure Ben could sing but you were the talented little bean. At least that’s what Ben called you.

You had fallen fast asleep in Ben’s lap and weren’t planning on moving. He didn’t want to disturb you but he had to get ready for tonight. He decided to go out again but this time without you. Only so he doesn’t have to watch over you. At least, that’s what he would tell you later. He picked you up bridal style once again and laid you on your bed while tucking you in your cozy blanket. He tiptoed his way through the bathroom and into his room before shutting the door.

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You woke up to find yourself in your bed and the morning light shining directly on you. It would be perfect if you weren’t so tired. All you remember is Ben singing to you before you passed out on his thigh. You want to get up but at the same time, you don’t. You’ve never been a morning person anyways. But you need to shower because you reek. Your hair was so greasy and matted. Don’t even start on the fact of how gross your face feels. Your face, for some strange reason, has always been oily and greasy as fuck and it gets on your nerves to the point that you take makeup wipes with you everywhere just to make sure your face isn’t shining like the sun.

You push over the covers of your bed and waddle your way to the bathroom. You turn on the hot water to full blast and hop on in. The scolding water feels somewhat refreshing and great on your skin. It feels good and it wakes you up a bit to start the day.

You jump on out of the shower and pick out some shorts and a giant t-shirt to wear. You felt kinda bad for being mean to Ben yesterday and then falling asleep on him. Maybe you’ll make breakfast for him if he isn’t already up.

You walk through the bathroom and to Ben’s door and creak it open a little to peak. He’s still asleep in his bed and barely covered by the sheets. He’s naked alright but hopefully he has some boxers or briefs on. You quietly close the door. When your done with the bathroom, you make your way down the stairs to the kitchen.

Just as your about to make ground level, you hear footsteps. Weird, the last time you checked, only you and Ben were living here. You turn your head around the corner to see a pretty blonde making herself some cereal in the kitchen. Why the fuck is she here? Does Ben have a secret sister you don’t know about? You slowly but surely go back up to your room to figure out a plan on what the hell to do.

You instead, go into Ben’s room and start to poke at his biceps slightly. He’s literally flexing in his sleep, Ben is a power machine while you on the other hand aren’t even able to do anything that requires upper body strength.

“Ben…” You whispered, feeling like a helpless kid who has to wake up their parents to tell them they threw up in the middle of the night. You stab at him a little harder this time and a little louder.

“Ben, c’mon wake up.” All he did was move around a bit and grumble something. You stabbed at him a little more.

“Ben,” you were giving up at this point until he said something.

“Come back to bed love. How about a second round before you go?” He grabbed you with both arms and put you on the other side of him on the bed. You could tell that he was only half awake. What did he even mean by second round?

Before you knew it, Ben was hovering over you, in nothing but his boxers and you could perfectly see the indent in them. You didn’t know what to do, you were too flushed and red to think properly. Ben was getting closer to your face by the second. His knee was in between your legs now, inching closer and closer to your core. Until eventually it was rubbing against it. Even though you’ve been liking this so far, it had to stop because of the problem downstairs. But before you could say anything, all you heard from Ben’s door, was a slam.

His eyes fully opened and realized that he wasn’t on top of his little fling from last night, but his best friend. He hadn’t fully comprehended who it was and had mistaken Y/n for the blondie, who he had completely forgotten the name of.

“Shit!” Ben quickly stumbled back to the edge of the bed until he fell on the floor. You were left laying there on his bed staring at the ceiling. You let out a breathe you didn’t know you were holding in. You felt cold without Ben’s body flushed up against you in every physically possible way. Almost every way.

Ben sat up and looked at you. He noticed your chest was heaving up and down rapidly. Not that he was staring up there anyways. He was breathing fast.

“I’m sorry, I thought- I didn’t mean-” Ben didn’t even know where to start. He felt like he violated you.

“It’s okay Ben. Just wasn’t expecting that.” You looked over at him. His eyes were intense, usually they were soft and gentle, but these were different. They had this sort of darkness to them. You shook your head and tried to focus on the real task here.

“Who’s the model in our kitchen?”

“Model?”

“The pretty blonde downstairs? Do you know why she’s here?” You still hadn’t gotten the full image.

“Oh. Well, she’s not here anymore,” Ben sighed as he got up and sat on the bed. “She just slammed the door when she saw me on top of you, I guess.”

“Why was she here though?” You still weren’t getting it.

“She was my little fling last night, if you want to call it that,” Ben sighed, “I had mistaken you for her and that’s why I got on top of you love. If I had known it was you, I wouldn’t have done that.”

Your face was bright red. He didn’t play with you like that because he wanted to, it was because he thought you were somebody else, he doesn’t like you like that. At least, that’s what you told yourself. You thought that he did that purposefully for you, not for her. You felt embarrassed and oh so much more.

“Oh.” Everything was clicking into place now. You brought your legs up to your chest and sat up against the head board. Ben can’t even look at you.

You decide to climb out of Ben’s bed and wobble your way back to the hallway. Your legs had fallen asleep, which for some reason your brain hadn’t comprehended, and you fell face flat on the floor next to Ben’s bed. He rushed over to you to try and help you up, but you just laid there. You didn’t want to move. All you wanted to do, was turn into a puddle and disappear. You felt like a distressed child.

Ben didn’t even know what to do, he just stood there looking down at you with his head tilted to the right. He bend down beside you and began tickling you uncontrollably. You turned into a laughing fit and felt like you couldn’t breathe. You even flipped over which was a poor choice since he just assaulted your stomach even more. Tears were springing from your eyes as you tried to fight him off.

Benny Boy lifted you off of the ground and threw you over his shoulder and carried you down stairs. You were still recovering from that tickle war with Ben and helpless on his shoulder. He sat you down on the couch and brought out the two blankets from your grandma’s house. He sat down next to you while you snuggled into the warm blanket.

“So Ben, why’d you bring me down here?”

“I just thought we could talk or hang out for a bit, love.” He said as his bright sage eyes bore into yours.

“Like?” You were curious on what he wanted to talk about. He seemed confident, until it was his turn to talk.

“Like, who that girl was. To be fairly honest, I forgot her name.” he chuckled. He felt bad but it’s not like he’d ever see her again.

“I have a question.”

“Ask away, princess,”

“Where’d you go last night? And how did she end up here?” You were curious because you didn’t know what happened after you fell asleep.

“Well, after you fell asleep, I tucked you into bed and I got bored so I went out to a club for a bit,” He started rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “I also wanted to have a night where I didn’t have to watch over you.”

“Oh. Well you could’ve just told me, I know I’m younger than you, but I’m not a child.”

“I know. But I met the blonde at the bar and we really kicked things off and the next thing I know, we’re back here doing, you know.”

“Ew Ben, please don’t describe anything to me. I may be eighteen but I’m still a child! Also I’m never going on your bed again.” Now that you think about, you probably were laying exactly were they were- ew, that thought made you want to vomit. You’ve been a virgin all your life, so anything that was sex related was gross to you. You acted like a twelve year old learning about sex in middle school for the first time.

“Sure sweetheart but knowing you, you’ll probably just end up back on it in a few hours, snuggled in my blankets and clothes.” Ben had a little grin on his face because he knew he was right. You were about to smack it right off his face when Ben threw a pillow at you, hitting you right in the face. You basically pounced on him and got yourself tangled in the blankets with him. It was the start of a pillow fight.

In just five minutes, Ben was laying on the floor with you straddling him, trying to put your hair in a ponytail as he tickled your stomach. Ben was still just in his boxer and your shorts weren’t very covering so of course you felt his bulge through the fabrics. You didn’t say anything though because you didn’t want this to end.

Before you knew it, Ben flipped you over so now you were the one on the floor. He was hovering quite close to you.

“Back where we started huh?” His eyes were hooded and dark. It frightened you a bit but it was kinda of exciting to see this side of the Benny Boy you knew.

“I guess so.”

The last thing you said before Ben closed the gap between the two of you. His lips were soft and smooth as they pressed against yours. You thought it would be a soft, sweet and slow kiss but Benny Boy over here was going at it. You wrapped your arms around his neck and tried to flip him back over which he did. You let go of the heavy kiss as you started to straddle him again, purposely pushing against his bulge. Ben let out quiet groan from the friction.

“Oh Benny Boy? You okay down there?” You usually liked being the dominant one in almost every situation, and maybe even in bed.

“You’ve got to speak to me baby.”

“I-I’m fine,” His head was thrown back as you kept grinding up against the ever growing bulge in his boxers.

You leaned back down and started to pepper kisses along his jaw and neck. That was until you noticed the giant ass hickey on his neck. Why hadn’t you noticed that before? Now you weren’t really in the mood anymore. That hickey had sort of set something off in the back of your head.

You stopped grinding against Ben and climbed off of him. You quickly grabbed your blanket and dashed to your room upstairs where you locked the door and sat against it. Leaving a confused Ben downstairs.

He didn’t know what happened, did he rushed things too quickly? Had he done something wrong? All he saw was the sad look on your face before you got up and ran off. What he didn’t know was the reason why you left…

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hitchell-mope · 5 years ago

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Just put on the movie

And there we go. The dedication is there.

Oh god the rapping.

My palms will be bloody by the time this is over.

But I like the parallels to the first movie

To much auto tune

There goes my heart Disney.

Oh lord that’s high

Bbys. Smee twins

WHY WASNT DIZZY THERE FROM FILM TWO

There’s my child Celia

MY BOY!!!!

I mean Mal has a point.

He thinks it through

I love him so fucking much

Loving Doug’s hair

Rat bastard. Rat bitch. Rat fairy (Adam belle Verna)

Fuck off leah chad Audrey

😍😍😍😍. This version is better then d1

SUCK IT PASTEL COW

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

Oh Evie love. Just tell him you love him

FUCK OFF YOU GERIATRIC BITCH

YES WE WOULD PREFER MAL TO YOU YA BITCH

I hate you Adam and belle

Ben and the other three are adorable family

Still hating Audrey. So. Fucking. Much

Love the purple limo

WHY IS TREMAINE NICE. IT MAKES NO SENSE

Bal parent vibes are strong

They shoulda painted the limo roof purple

Dying of cuteness

Proud fiancé Mal. Love it

Fuck off leah

Here’s papa hades. And the ham.

DRAGON MAL. WHOO HOO

Ah well. Nice while it lasted

NOT HER JOB PASTEL COW

So. Much. Ham.

Poor girl. Ouch.

🤮🤮🤮🤮. I still hate her and her geriatric bitch of a grandmother

Oh bitch please. First words out of your mouth were creel. And it ain’t abated

I’m supposed to be sorry for this sad act? I don’t think so

So. Much. Rapping

Oh. SPARE ME WOMAN

Still theft. Throw her on the isle with her grandmother

Lonely and friendless. Because Mal is so much better then you ya limp noodle

Gotta be bad on the back

YOU DESERVE A SLAP AROUND THE FACE YOU SPOILED BRAT

Seriously though. The actual singing is better then the rapping. So gotta give satah her dues

Fuck off grown ups.

YOU PUT THEN THERE IN THE FIRST FUCKING PLACD

Blue bitch. Just like always belle

Ok. People. You can see it’s hurting bal to do this. KILL THE BEAST

DONT CRY BABY BOY. PLEASE. LAST TIME ALMOST KILLED ME

Murder. The fucking. Parents

Evie. Evie’s sensible. Listen to your sister Mal.

And here comes the guilt. Like always. The narrative blames Mal

That darn cake

Ah. Pain. Hug them now

And jump scare

Oh god. Shut up Audrey. You’re a sore loser

Eh. The prosthesis look ok

Audrey. Nutter. Ben was more then ready to start the honeymoon when Mal was a dragon. Do you really think a hag would stop him?

😂😂😂😂

Oh boy

That’s a lie and you know it bluey.

At least the bikes have an explanation

Why the red for Evie though

And the mutt speaks

Fuck off Chad. I hate you so much

This bitch again

So shrieky.

Kiss ass

Real original

Jump Jane jump!

So many neck cricks

No one tells him anything

Cella’s right Mal

Overly long gag. But cute

Awww 🥰🥰🥰🥰. At least he’s a good dad

Nice reference

And the fear mongering begins.

And here’s the cryptid. He shoulda died in it’s going down

Psycho bitch pirate whore

Cella’s a troll and I love it

The vehicle needs an oil change

At least he’s sleeping. Though that position can not be comfortable

At long last the reveal.

He’s funny. And hot. (I can see where @mochacake2016 is coming from)

We know! We know

And here’s the music

😂😂😂😂.

He’s got a point

Ok.

THERES NO PHONES ON THE ISLAND QUEEN MAL

She actually sounds like jade west here

So far. Besides the proposal. This is my favourite song. Mostly for Hades great looks. Great voice

And the tambourine

Would be better with purple and blue fire effects. But no. We can’t have nice things. They spent the budget on pirate whores make up

She’s got a point. They both do

LISTEN TO HIM

Proud papa

C’mon girl. Cry

Of course she told her sister

He’s a good king.

T-shirt should be ripped.

🤮🤮🤮🤮. Hate her so much

And. Here. We. Go.

Benny. I love you. But did you not hear what she said to Evie when you first met the vks. Of course not. You were lost in Mal’s eyes.

Oh god. PLEASE SOMEBODY GO AND MELT HER

Whore man is probably skunk drunk. Gil’s cute as ever though

Throw hook in the water. And keep it there.

🎶she’s back🎶

And there screwed

He makes feel physically sick

Uma. I love ya. But honestly. Mal owes no one anything. It’s not her job.

No it ain’t

Jay’s got a point

Oh honey

Hook. In the words of the irreverent Captain Jack Sparrow “if the bikes be crashed properly. You be crashed along with it”. Not you Gil. I like you

Mother hen strikes again. Uma ain’t buying what she’s selling

Pure child Celia. (I don’t use this very much but) Gil’s babey (it feels wrong to type£

Chicken arms. No brains. No wit. No dance skills. No rapping skills. Ya basically a walking corpse hook

The dogs giving me a nervous twitch.

I hate the pair of them so no. No sympathy for prince douche bag

Gil makes me cry so simply

Stab the pirate jay. Please. For all of us

Psycho bitch

I want. It. Dead. Brutally. Dead

And more music. If this weren’t Disney they coulda melted them yo pukes of goo and pour it down Harry’s throat.

Oh god

So she can’t count either. Just like her brother

Definitely cha cha slide.

Deep sigh

So much ham.

Here’s a funny idea. How about instead of a bloody pantomime. ACTUALLY FUCKING FIGHT YOU FECKERS

Synchronised armour dancing. That’s new

Oh for fuck sake

Ha ha. Save it for the sob story bitch

What’s next a kick line

Thank god I was wrong.

Hook should be suffocated under the armour right now. Put us out of our misery

Care bear alert

I had to have a flu jab today. And it weren’t as painful as every single nanosecond hooks on screen

Love the platonic affection (I hate the very concept of malvie. What did you expect?)

Mother alert

Don’t eat wild fruit honey

So cute. But so dumb

Oh. Phineas and Ferb reference

Awww babies.

Don’t you dare tell me Mal doesn’t care.

THEY FOUND DOUG

Uma’s so done with care bear bs

More singing. Yay(!)

Please. Remind me again exactly why this is a DCOM. Cause it honestly does not feel like it what with the backstory pirate whores entire existence and the choreography

How has evie not broken a leg in this number.

Believe me Mal and Uma. I feel your frustration they go together like peanut butter and chocolate spread. (Perfectly if you didn’t know)

Where is she going?

She knows how R&J ended right? Double suicide. Why the romanticism huh?

HE IS NOT A RAG DOLL! Though props to Zachary for not corpsing

How can you hate Doug. He’s adorable. Best straight couple ever

There’s ma boy. Rip Harry’s throyatvout plwae.

Ben’s always been hot. But this is definitely working for me.

Awww. Carlos helping his papa

Wet Ben. Yum

Awww. Janelos cuteness.

Love the beard. So good. 🤤🤤🤤🤤

Someone murder the man whore before I do.

He makes me wanna throw up. And I’m not physically capable of doing that

@rpsocsandcanonohmy. I get where you’re coming from. But I also get where Ben is coming from. Sunbeam did get him abducted. And man slut tried to feed him to sharks. So I do understand both points. Doesn’t mean you’re wrong though

JUST. EXPLAIN. HIS MIND IS BEAST ADDLED

Shoulda let Ben slash hooks throat jay. You’re slipping buddy

Mal’s eating crow

Hopefully he chad suffocates. Then she’s have done one thing that wasn’t completely worthlessly reprehensible

🎶feelings🎶

And it had to ruin it

Te-am work. As plankton says

Proud sister

Boys are back. (With dude and the mutt in tow)

YAAAAAAAAAY

I hate happy harry. But I do like happy Uma. Eh. Double edged sword

BAL THIRST. FINALLY

Shoulda gone with Janelos. Jarlos is from big time rush

Oh they’re so cute

Poor Doug.

DOUG AND GIL FRIENDSHIP.

So. Update. Might be like Mal. (Definitely loving Ben’s facial hair)

Yawning over chad. So pathetic

Her seat from him douchey mcuseless

Poor Janey

Cats outta the bag

Once again. I kinda understand all points. Yeah Mal shouldn’t have lied. But Uma didn’t really give her and choice. And Evie just kinda assumed. And no one really lets her explain anything.

Hooks still pathetic. Even hurt emotionally I still wanna punch his roger rabbit looking face (Sorry Roger)

Oh dear

Mal. Don’t apologise. You did what you felt you needed to do. And no gives you a chance to explain. Ever.

Yes. You needed to do what you could.

Excellent acting all around as usual

Evie. Look. I love you. Your favourite number seven. But WHY IS IT YOUR SISTERS JOB. WHY DOES EVERYONE MAKE IT MALS PROBLEM

Ha! Evie said it. She said family.

Oh fuck. Taken for granite

More singing.

Monster/story/invincible

I do want to stab Harry in the mouth with the hook

More flashback. Yay(.). Couldn’t they fill out the runtime

Flashbacks. TO THE START OF THE SO G THE FLASHBACK IS FROM. OH FOR FUCK SAKES

More dragon.

Audrey’s performance might make me a vegetarian

How is it not crushed by the claws?

Fire should be green

Yay. Auds dead. Please say yes?

The twins say literally one thing

From magical incantation to vaguely irritating verbal tick. Well alright then

Evie. Why do you sound so sad. It’s a good thing Audrey’s dying. The ultimate price and all that. You should be glad. It’s a good thing

Mal: he’s my father. Ben: shocked face. Me: makes a sound like a boiling kettle

Bye bye facial hair

Die slut

More eating crow

The in laws meet

Exactly hades. Exactly. Knee beast in the dick

God Ben’s so hot.

Bite Adam’s throat out please hades

Should’ve let Audrey waste away. And sent granny to Tartarus to meet her

OH SPARE ME YOUR BLEEDING HEART ROUTINE! I still hate you in a fundamental level

OH FINALLY YOU GERIATRIC BITCH

Nice little family moment

What the fuck is Evie’s dress?

Queen Mal has a very nice ring to it.

Sure you can. You owe them noting. You owe nobody anything

Jay has a pull back braid in his hair. Yay!

“Audrey would be gone”. You say it as though that’s a bad thing

“Insert woody woodpecker laugh”. Fuck you Adam

Compromise. Bring the vks over. And plop Adam Audrey chad anleah on the isle. Sink it into the ocean

Why didn’t Verna bring the barrier down. Oh yeah. Cause then she’d be useful

More singing

At least this takes place in daylight

I still hate harry

Push Harry in the drink please. IM LITERALLY BEGGING YOU

God I love Ben and Doug

Why the Charleston?

I still hate tremaine

Well. Jane. In ZM. You met Mal. She’s Carlos’s mother in this au

Giljay. It’s cute

So Harry makes me ill right upbto the end. Now he’s related to purple and blue

🎶a bitch is in the dog house🎶. And deservedly so

🤮🤮🤮🤮

Sweet little king

Oh boy

Whore has a turkey neck

This is the end. Good movie. With some unneeded bits. I’m gonna change a lot in ZM part three. And both dedications broke me.

#disney descendants #descendants 3 #anti harry x chad #anti harry x doug #anti harry x jane #harry x jay #anti harlos #anti malvie #anti haudrey #anti benrry #anti harry hook #anti audrey daughter of sleeping beauty #anti chad charming

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hrharthurkirkland · 6 years ago

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ASD Headcannon - Ludwig

Your local aspie is here to throw out some sweet headcannoning about why I personally headcannon Ludwig aka APH Germany as Autistic. other than identifying with him deeply

I’m not an expert in autism - I just have it. so like... feel free to jump in.

Difficulties with Social Queues - Throughout the series it’s very obvious to me that Ludwig doesn’t always see when people come across as scared of him or trying to be nice to him so he doesn’t shout. He takes a lot of things at face value, and the things he does question are thought more inwardly as if he was taught specifically to question them - be that through experience or being physically told, who knows. When he does follow a set of queues, it’s very practiced as if he’s studied on it to get it right.

Difficulties conceptualising emotions (both his own, and others) - This is very similar to my last point, but maybe more detailed. This is more about trying to figure out what he’s actually feeling - considering he tried to read a book to figure out if he had feelings for Feli. Coming from a lack of understanding on what that specific emotion is, and that someone else is feeling something he can’t get his head round. He’s also seen as quite emotionless half the time, just stern faced and straight backed - which isn’t true but is perceived due to not being able to tell what he’s feeling, so he goes to default settings.

Think before you Speak - More common in girls diagnosed with autism, this is a set of trained behaviours that are learned for you to fit in, whereas boys diagnosed are often more obvious and say what they think immediately. This lends to taking in your situation and conceptualising it from what you have been taught (usually through observation). So you stop and pause - is this the right reaction for this situation? do I sound as interested as I should be? what is the appropriate response? And so on. From observing other’s responses, you can guide through how the conversation/interaction should go by ““normal”“ standards. I see this specifically in Ludwig a lot, because he’s so level headed and often quiet, it’s easy to assume he’s going over the correct response/reaction to what has been said to him.

Social isolation - Ludwig has been displayed to be lonely, Feli being his first friend. a lot of autistic people often choose the path of distancing from friends because it’s easier than keeping up with other people. this is definitely more of a childhood thing though, but explains why we never see any of Ludwig’s actual childhood. We just assume he spent the majority of it alone, and in fact enjoyed that peace.

Various special interests - Out of all the characters in hetalia, I think he’s one of the main examples of this, because his interests aren’t necessarily to do with his country all that much. he’s been displayed to be interested in multiple things and have a very childlike interest in them. I hesitate to say “childlike” but what I mean is a certain type of wonder/joy that comes with having a special interest. there’s a little buzz that goes with it from my experience. He’s interested in movies, science, history, dogs - and all of these things (and more probably) have very obviously been studied on relentlessly, perhaps in periods of hyperfixation seen in most people with autism. When he’s interested in something, he has to know everything about it.

Eye contact (both avoiding and being excessive) - He’s easily flustered. that’s obvious. Ludwig is actually shown to be quite shy and often avoids eye contact when he can. it’s one of the main things with autism that can be pointed out, not being able to hold it or always looking away when listening or speaking. I believe this is from a difficulty processing information, hard to look at someone’s face and listen/speak at the same time. I think Ludwig goes in and out of this a lot more when he’s in a less professional setting, otherwise he’s completely the opposite - too intense eye contact. this adds to his unintentionally intimidating vibe because he can only switch those two ways.

Need to stick to a routine - a strict one at that. He’s clearly shown as particular with a need to have control over his life - such as cleaning and keeping things tidy. These routines are a stabiliser, if they go the wrong way it’s a full melt down and suddenly everything is wrong and nothing can correct it. as long as these routines go according to plan, he can work to a perfect pace and fit in everything he needs to get done correctly. I don’t personally identify with this because I’m a god damn mess who’s bad at time management, but i think Ludwig has spent so long perfecting that control that he can get it down to the second if he really needs that grounding.

Volume Control - LOUD but also sometimes very quiet. This is something a lot of autistic people struggle with. Knowing how to level your voice correctly. Ludwig is shown to be loud and shout a lot when trying to get his point across when it’s unnecessary to raise his voice to that level (i mean that’s arguable). I don’t know why this happens in an ASD diagnosis - it might have something to do with the sensory aspect of it. but i think he could also go the other way, end up being too quiet for people to hear when he’s not in a meeting setting.

Sensory Overload - this is very common in people with asd, because our brains software doesn’t pick and choose what to process, we end up just processing it all at the same time. And when this gets too much, it results in a complete overload of information. Lights become too bright, the slightest sound too loud, feeling everything from the clothes you’re wearing to your organs moving. While I don’t think it happens to Ludwig so often, I think he requires moments where he’s on his own somewhere quiet quite a lot to tackle that feeling before it gets too much. it’s incredibly frustrating so I can see why it may be perceived as anger by others.

SO. That’s my mass info on Ludwig being autistic. I’m sure I have more - such as stims and other things, but that’s about it so far in the way of explaining it to the best of my ability. again, I’m only using the experience of myself and some friends. if you want to add things, please do! I’ll probably do more posts like these for other hetalia characters.

#hetalia #aph germany #long post #HI WELCOME TO ME INFODUMPING #It's 1:30am #will make one about Arthur tomorrow but I also have sleep to do aND stuff to write #but it follows mostly the same pattern.#I haVe examples but they're hard to explain idk where to find the comic strips #examples for both lud and arthur actually lol

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panda-noosh · 7 years ago

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could you do a thing where the paladains are gushing over their cute short Ace S/o?? if not that's perfectly understandable! (I love your writing btw!)

p2: cuteshort Ace request anon, forgot to add,Bonus points if you add thayce(he needs more love, especially since I probably spelled his namewrong lmso)

Hereyou go! x

Shiro:

“Andyou don't think there's anywaythat you'll let me order take out?”

Shirogroans, shrugging your grip off of his arm once again. “For thelast time, Y/N, we don't order take out in space. It's not safe. Godknows what they're putting in that stuff.”

“Igrew up on that stuff!” you protest. “Look, I know it might bedifficult for you Earthlings to understand, but I really, reallywantsome Galactic Space Goo right now, and I don't think I'll be able tosurvive without it.”

“You'rebeing dramatic.”

“No,I'm not! Ask Allura and Coran. They've seen me when I havewithdrawal-”

“Y/N!”Shiro exclaims, spinning around to look at you now. His eyes arewide, face red with frustration, but the expression of hostilitymelts away whenever he catches a glimpse of your face. The face whichnever fails to make his stomach feel warm and his entire being meltaway.

Yourstaring up at him, your height being another thing which he finds soendearing about you. You were small to the point where it was cute.You reminded him of a gnome a little bit.

“Stoplooking at me like that,” you grunt, slapping his chest. “All Iask is that you order it in for me. You know I don't do well withphone calls.” Shiro shakes his head, folding his arms overhis chest as if you were a child he was scolding. “And what happensif you get sick?”

“Thenthat's my fault,” you say. “Nobody elses. I won't even blame youfor it later on.” “Yes you will.”

Youshrug. “Okay, I might. But that will be the hurdle we jump when weget to it! Now, please Shiro!”

Youlatch onto his sleeve again, tugging at his arm as if you really wereachild. He can't help the smile that arises on his face, looking downat you now – so desperate for something so simple. That was anotherthing that made you cute – you were so easily pleased. Whilsteverybody elses main goal was to make sure the universe was safe, youtook things a little easier. You wantedtheuniverse to be safe, but you knew that was a goal that you would meetin the long run. Right now, all you wanted was food.

Shiroshakes his head lazily as you lean your head against his arm,grinning up at him.

“You'reso annoying,” he grumbles. “But fine.”

Keith:

“That'snot your jumper.”

Youshrug your shoulders, pulling the sleeves of Keith's hoodie furtherover your hands – only your fingertips are seen, and the sight ofyou in an oversized hoodie, totally unbothered by the way itbasically drowns your body, makes Keith smile.

“Howmany jumpers of mine have you stole now?” Keith continues, leaningback in his chair with the pen aimlessly twiddling between hisfingers.

Youpop a strawberry into your mouth, giving Keith a teasing glare. “Notenough. It's cold, Keith! My clothes – people tend to think thatjust because I'm small means they have to make the clothes thin. Ihave nothing warmto wear!”

Keithshakes his hand in front of his face, telling you not to bother.“It's fine, Y/N. Really. Besides, you look cute.”

Youblank now, staring at Keith with half a strawberry still in yourmouth. The sour taste makes your face crinkle up and a 'bleh'noiseto escape your throat that makes Keith immediately flush and burstinto a mild case of laughter.

“Yousee? You can't even eat a strawberry without looking adorable.”

Youblush, hiding your face in the sweater paws you had created. “Lookat you giving me compliments. Who would have thought?”

Keithrolls his eyes. “I only have compliments for you, my littlefriend.”

Lance:

“No!You can't do that! Not to them. Please. I'm begging you. They're allI have left!”

Lancestares at you in shock as you drop to your knees in front of theGalra who was currently trying to send him and the other Paladins totheir untimely death.

Yoursudden outburst had everybody shocked. All eyes locked onto yourshort frame as you burst through the doors, took in the scene infront of you and immediately shifted into character – the characterof a scared school kid, apparently, because those were the vibesLance was currently getting off of you.

Youwere shaking. Yourhands were raised above your head, tears slipping down your cheeksbut Lance saw right through it. He saw the way your fingers twitchedtowards the sword in your belt – one the Galra's had been toodistracted to even notice yet. Clearly you had once had everyintention to come spiralling in here guns blazing, but a better planhad sprouted into your brain at last minute.

“Whois that?” the Galra that held Lance growled into his ear.

Lancebecame flustered. “She's – uh – she's our-”

Youstand up all of a sudden, spinning around to look at the Galra crowd.“I'm nobody. Nobody special. They saved me from bad people way backand they're the only ones keeping me alive. If you're sentencing themto death, you have to sentence me to death, as well. I can't stayalive on my own.”

TheGalra leader's eyes widen a little bit – not enough that it'sentirely noticeable, but the beady glare Lance has on him gives himjust enough time to catch it. The uncertainty, the way the cogs areturning, his plan doing a 360.

Youhad done it. You had bloodydone it. How,Lance had no idea. You were small and cute looking, chubby cheeks andeyes that lit up at every other chance, but he had seen you inaction. He had seen you be ruthless, and it was becoming increasinglydifficult for him to accept you in any other form.

Butyou had showed a completely different side to yourself today. Onethat made Lance almost giggle in delight.

TheGalra leader snaps his fingers, catching the attention of hissoldiers. “Let them go. We'll work out a plan for the girl and thenwe can recapture them.”

Youcan feel theair get sucked from the room, shock overtaking the crowd as youimmediately burst into fake tears of joy, acting as if your knees hadgiven in as you crumble to the floor in a heap of your own tears ofjoy.

Shirogoes along with the plan. As soon as his hands are released, he'stumbling to the floor next to you and wrapping his arm around yourback, pulling you into his side.

“Godbless you,” Lance hears Shiro whisper in your ear. He's too stunnedto do anything but watch you as you smile and thank the Galra leaderover and over again. You and the Paladins were getting out of herebecause of your quick thinking.

AlthoughLance had to keep in mind that this day was perfect for teasing youwith. He'd use it to his advantage eventually, but he had to keep astraight face now. You had just saved his life with your adorablepersona.

Hunk:

Achoo!

Hunkyelled, his usual over-dramatic aura showing through at the suddennoise that sparked through the work room. His eyes shot over to you –you, who was sitting innocently on the spinning desk chair with apencil previously balanced on your nose, now laying scattered on thedesk due to you sneezing.

You'rerubbing at your nose cutely whenever Hunk looks over at you, nosescrunched up and eyes crinkled. Hunk finds himself smiling at thesight, leaning back in his own desk chair as he watches you.

Yousigh, shaking your head in an attempt to snap your concentration backto the task at hand, though your eyes catch Hunk's and you freeze.Why was he staring at you?

“DoI have something on my face?” you ask.

Hunkis quick to avert his gaze, shaking his head as a response. “No.You look fine.”

Buthis sudden change in demeanour doesn't go unnoticed, and you findyourself growing more and more curious as the time passes. The two ofyou had been tryingtodecode some enemy ship signals for the past three hours, but hadeventually given up and had succumbed to sitting in silence.

Nowit seemed like the silence was shattered as your curiosity peaked.

Youleaned forward on your forearms, the desk creaking as you did so. Thenoise causes Hunk to look up, startled at your movements.

“Somethingson your mind,” you point out. Hunk shakes his head again. “Don'tlie to me! Come on! What did I do?”

“Youdidn't doanything,”Hunk says. “You're just – You look cute, is all.”

You'renearly sure you didn't hear him right. Did he just call you cute?Asin – cute? You?A badass fighter pilot.

Andyou'd just been called cute.

Youcrinkle your nose up and lean back in your seat. “That'sdegrading.”

Hunkscoffs. “What? You do! You sneeze like a kitten.”

“Pleasestop talking-”

“Andthe way you crinkle your nose up – aw! It makes me want to pinchyour cheeks, and-”

“Anyway!”you exclaim, standing up so quickly that you have to grip the desk asthe blood rushes to your head. “It was nice talking with you, HunkyBoy, but I'm afraid I have to go.”

Pidge:

“HaveI ever told you just how cute you are?”

Youlook up from the book in your lap, raising an eyebrow at Pidge as shesits across from you at the dinner able. Neither of you had spoken inquite some time, giving you a chance to study whilst the silence wasstill peaceful. You both knew that the moment Lance and Hunk arrivedhome, you would have no chance of studying anything.

Youdon't reply at first, daudling on her words as they float around theboth of you.

“Youlook weirded out,” Pidge says, finally.

Youshake your head briskly, leaning back in your own chair. You can feelthe pages of the book slipping between your fingertips until thetextbook has closed over completely, basically meaning that studyingwas done for the day.

“No.Not weirded out. Just confused.”

Pidgeshrugs. “I mean, it's probably because you're shorter than me. Idon't find that very often, so you're a nice change.”

Yousnort, rolling your eyes at her words. Despite the sassy move ofdispleasure, Pidge still can't help but awoverjust how cute you made the daunting move look. Your eyes glistenunderneath the uneven, yellow lights of the kitchen, and Pidge stillcan't seem to comprehend how you make such bad, grainy lighting shinedown on you in a way that still flaunts your adorable features.

“Ifeel like I have to protect you or something,” Pidge continues on,watching a blush sprinkle it's way on your cheeks.

“Pidge,give it a rest.”

“I'mserious! You're like – like a younger sibling to me, almost.”

“Matt'smy favourite.”

Pidgescrunches her nose up. “I take everything I said back.”

Thace:

“Isthere a particular reason you're in my office?”

Youyelp, shooting upwards. Papers fly out around you, the open deskdrawer suddenly seeming less subtle than you had planned.

Youhesitantly kick it shut, giving Thace a large grin that screamedinnocent,despite you being caught red handed.

“Thace!”you exclaim. “Hey! You're back early. How was the mission?”

Thacedoesn't reply right away, instead opting for narrowing his eyes,trailing them over the office you had so badly destructed in his timeaway. Papers littered the ground, drawers pulled open and chairspushed back to the corners of the room as way to create more spacefor your scavenging.

Youfollow his gaze, wincing at just how bad of a state you had left theroom in.

“Iswear I was going to clean it up,” you say. “I just didn't expectyou back so soon, you see. Give me ten minutes and the entire placewill be spotless. I promise.” Thace shakes his head lightly.“I don't – I don't care about the mess.” He looks back at you.“What are you doing in here?”

Youpurse your lips cutely, dimples popping on both cheeks as you lookaround the room as if an excuse will fall out of the air if you staysilent for long enough. Your dazed demeanour doesn't go unnoticed byThace, who notes on the way your shoulders are scrunched up by yourjaw line and the way you gently sway back and forth.

“Iwon't be mad if you tell me the truth,” he says. “The damageisn't that bad.”

Youlook back at him and smile sweetly – anythingtolighten mood a little bit. “I was – uh – I was actually justlooking for some pictures. Photographs. Them earth things, you know?That capture moments and put them on paper?” Thace raises abrow. “Pictures of what?”

Youflush a deep red colour. “Pictures of me and my family.” Yourwords fall short, your voice cracking as the embarrassment floods in.You weren't upset at the memories of your family – it was moresothe fact that Thace now knew you hadn't let go of their memories justyet. Like everybody else on this ship had done, you struggled to doso. You couldn't just forgetaboutthe people who had raised you.

Thace'sfeatures soften as he shakes his head. “That's cute, Y/N. I'll findthem for you. I promise.” Your eyes widen, snapping up tolook at him in shock. “Wait, for real? You're not mad?”

“Howcould I be mad?” Thace scoffs, gently rubbing your arm as he walkspast you, kicking closed desk drawers as he does so. “Come back tome in a few hours. I'm sure I'll have found the pictures by then.”

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ligbi · 7 years ago

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Animorphs Liveblog #1

I borrowed Animorphs from some friends and liveblogged my thoughts for them. I thought some tumblr folks may enjoy them as well. Animorph content warning for fucked up shit. For kids!

The Invasion 1996 Jake is a Lizard, and this weird CG render of him in a shoe is actually pretty damn good for the time. I forgot about the flipbook corners.

Everything I tell you is a lie, but you have to believe me The Andalites promised they'd rescue us, and knowing what I know I do not believe that a smidge Marco and Jake already already friends, Tobias is a new, awkward guy, Rachel is Jake's tall cool cousin, and Cassie is black and 'mythical' So begins the heteros Tell me more about Jake's brother Tom and how you two have become distant Cool one sentence into each girl and I love them both already. Fuck the patriarchy! But also being a girl in public is scary Ha. Ax murderers.at the construction site. Ax. They're 13 right? Babies but also I call bullshit on towns with walking distance malls Marco was right Jake the idiot Shit wait which one dies how bad will I regret reading this? I get Tobias man. Looking at that sky. Also Cassie just "ufo" Marco is looking to make a buck off a ufo sighting. Okay Jake is a dweeb so says Marco Oh no baby bird you're clearly the best dude curse eager bird men We all just stood there like fools Hey the ship is burned and some of it has been melted! Also blue lights because all technology has glowing blue lights Jake's family has a minivan (oh god these are small children), and Marco wants to be on Letterman. Letterman Oh god right it's '96 you have to Go Somewhere to Call Someone. Wow 96 was I was 5 I just turned 27 Technology Rachel wants to Solve the spaceship and Cassie points out Star Trek is monolinguistic. As with all series, Girls. Blue deer-taur with no real mouth and extra eyes on stalks with scorpion tail. I've been meaning to re-read Wrinkle in Time, but I think when I first read that at like, 10, I pictured those blind creatures like this Please note, I recall fully reading one (1) of these books ever to completion. Rachel turned into a squid in that one Yes Ax does look like he can kill. I assume he does at some point Jake is almost crying upon seeing Ax, who already feels like a friend. Due to time travel and reincarnation, I am scared to find out why this is Yes I Am Dying. Oh aliens. This is not Ax, is it? Whoops Cassie's family are vets. And she's ready to jump into helping Hey whoever you are, just saying, it sounds like you're implying literally every other alien in the universe wants to kill us. Which is fair but Yeerks. Rat sized gray-green slug parasites ...How does this Andalite (right?) know none of them are controlled by a Yeerk right now? Marco is a bit of a pragmatist Oh jeez lingo uh let's see: Yeerks have Bug Fighters, a Blade Ship, Dracon Beams which destroy things to a molecular level, Andalites have a Dome Ship and Z-Space is a thing Expected Yeerk takeover time: A year or less Yikes Hey Jake fuck you get the box Ugh so straight Got the cube and hey look a hologram of their family WOW MEAN Ok so most (all?) Andlaties have a morph power to Alteans! blend in and hide also we acknowledge they are young Cassie and Tobias for best kids right now Two red streaks for Yeerks Bug fighters these are He looks at Tobias and feels weird like a chill. Normally I'd call Gay but predestination/time-travel/something is up ...How do they know how long two Earth hours are? Oh shit Visser Three. And he can Morph that's uh legit concerning? How'd he get that and what horrible things have he done? Has? Have or has? Also, what WILL he do? Third black ship, and what's his alien touched Tobias' head and did/conveyed Something Oh cool construction equipment just pfffff'd out because a giant battleaxe ship with scimitar wings Was this ship designed by the Hork-Bajir, who have blades on their wrists elbows knees and tails, and t-rex feet and falcon-beaked snake heads with three horns. Who are good people but all (?) controlled Taxxons are Big centipedes with lobster claw hands, jello eyes, and a top mouth that's a pointy circle Again, I demand quick satisfaction as to the positive vibes they get from Andalite1 Ah Visser Three is a controller of an Andaltie. Who was that Andalite? Prince Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul is a mouthful So if he takes over enough places, Visser will become One. Who's the current One? Oh cool we're being targeted because we're over-populated compared to other species Humans behind the Visser? Is it ya'll? Please be ya'll I love me time-travel angst Now V3 is a big Monster and we're blowing up ships and I know this is a construction site but where is anyone else? Aw Jake you wanted to help. That's dumb but aw Death count: 1 Are Taxxons the ever-hungry aliens I've heard about? Or do the Yeerks just think it's fun to eat a dead guy? Oh cool those were Human Controllers and Jake seems to know one. I assume it's big bro? Most people are crying and Macro pukes I HEAR THAT FRIENDS Split up? Jinkies Rachel knows bad words. WHAT ARE THE WORDS K.A.APPLEGATE. TELL ME THE FORBIDDEN LANGUAGE (I assume Son of a Bitch from context but shout out to Rachel if it's Fucker) They can kind of speak English? Ghafrash? Hobo man: maybe dead? Probably dead Jake's strongest real memory is of aliens smiling at him. Get it boy-you're a child get nothing please So you're not close with Tobias, but you know he has a cat named Dude. Also: Cat is named Dude I love it BTW Jake, noticing another dude is Glowing? ;) Oh dang so Tobias doesn't know his Dad, Mom just left him around ten, and we're on a coast, with his aunt living on the other because his uncle is on this one How long does it take to morph? This sounds like a concerning amount of time Multiple minutes. Alright. Nightmareish. Side note: semi-crouching warped human with long butt and stubbed feet stage of morphing in the corner here Watching someone morph into a cat is giggle inducing. I will cherish these times won't I Telepathy is a good, easy answer to lots of questions about weird powers and communication Two year old string in a messy room. Boy Ha naked. Also the cat instincts mean ...oh dear this is gonna cause problems Why does Tobias get to decide Jake is the leader also why Jake? Not why like bleh why him but plot-wise something is the pre-meditated choice Homer the dog. You watch The Simpsons boy? Taking the dna puts the animal in a trance and it doesn't hurt to morph Bones feel like they should hurt yeah that sounds right Scrapping sounds are wonderful Right you're not just A Dog you're The Dog you took from Awww you're not a bad dog Jake. And Tobias is a good kid. And damn it I did not want to right about the brother. Cassie has a farm and big brother Tom is in a club called the Sharing He's obviously a Controller, but also "It's just sports" I'm pro-anti-sports but anti-cult clubs UGH WE HAVE TO RECYCLE Jake pls Wildlife rehabilitation. Convenient to touch wild animals also a cow Plus zoo mom so let's all be giraffes Dang kids with their fireworks, taking over humanity and making cops somehow worse Marco is scared and picky and right poor kid Who also has reasons? Tell me more Mom body was never found, Dad can't be around people. Ouch Cassie is not only cool enough to have clothes, but can control the morph enough to play centaur "We want them real bad" jesus yeerk cop, tone it down will ya? Hey you look like your brother- come to our yeerk cult Help endangered species? You mean like *eyebrow waggle* Is Tobias/Rachel a thing? CD game we were going to play on my computer. Wow Hey not-Tom, why would these kids have read anything in a newspaper? Wow this is shamelessly manipulative and creepy and thanks Applegate for teaching kids to be reasonably creeper out by overly forceful and manipulative folks Jake honey Marco is right please stop living in denial Let's remind Tobias, who is already a hawk, about the time limit Feathers made of wax. This boy is going to fly too long in the sun And then he was naked because boys don't care about that too much I guess? So as long as the DNA isn't bad for any reason, the state of the animal doesn't matter. What about dead animals? Let Tobias be superman. Poor kid Yeerk pools have Kandrona rays, and Yeerks have to go back into a pool every three days. Yeerk home sun particles Protect this child who can't fight for himself but will fight for the world Time to infiltrate I guess? Gotta sneak into this night volleyball game They live near a beach I suspect this is Cali, like all kid lit about young teens unless it's from the UK Can you grab a morph from a friend if they've changed into a whatever? Kids and Adults? Smidge weird Poor actual Tom trying to protect Jake They Would notice a horse wouldn't they? Tobias hun no please don't make excuses I know being human sucks but come on Oh course the Assistant Principal is a big bad Convert or kill. Yeesh Evil cops also Cassie being Black makes vague threats uhhh worse Let Jake be a dog! Ok but just pet all the animals? Lizard yes but deer? Wolf? Buzzards? Wildcat? I just climbed into my locker all cool like playing it chill because everyone climbs into lockers all the time This is a very small lizard The animal brains being way more in control is fucked up Cool so you just almost was stepped on, lost a body part, and have a still semi-alive spider inside your body after having seen an alien be eaten and knowing your brother is alive but controlled and may be sent to kill you. For kids! And of course the brain slug pool is under the school Do ya'll remember that Nick show about the bully who like, was about to die or was cursed, and he was a dog and only one kid could hear him and no one remembered him and he had to do a bunch of good stuff to be human again? Locking children into animal forms is a special kind of 90's torture I think Rachel/Tobias is a hard thing and good because someone needs to love this kid my word I appreciate Marco though. Hey shit head this is a dumb plan but you're my best friend so I'm in or what fucking ever. Asshole I liked Cassie's little speech about Mother Earth Marco named the band. Marco is a good shit, but what does it even mean that Jake's always been a Lizard? Are you calling him cold-blooded? Flaky? A bug eater? No family guest passes for the zoo? I don't know what Bush Gardens are but is this that? Roller Coasters and Monkeys Big Jim the gentle gorilla. Also bless Jake for riling Marco up Let's drive! hits wall Go right says Jake. Marco goes left You had a chance at a rhino Marco has a dark and tanned face Male siberian tiger. I assume if you turn into THAT animal, you can be a boy turning into a girl hyena or a girl becoming a boy turtle right? He's majestic and doesn't seem like he cares about you as long as you don't run Lol ya'll almost died from a tiger? Sure you did Jake's mom is a writer who is opposed to any TV but her own. Dad is a jokester. Is it Jake's mom who dies? I know a mom dies Dad is a doctor Cassie where are you did you get home from the zoo are you okay? Okay Rachel and Tobias are just a thing already ok. Oh cool the cop has Cassie I fear for her We are Controllers. We are here to... Kandrona, Please give us the girl for... evil? Great plan If you're so advanced, why don't you have elevators- me at Akio So large underground city, small pool, cages 10 people per, aliens, construction equipment Can Tobias communicate with Cassie from where they are? Yeahhhh people volunteering to be controlled by evil alien slugs sounds sadly right. And hey, you get to watch TV Poor Tom. And Rachel is ready to fuck shit up. One alien of each two kinds dead, and a human controller flung somewhere to maybe live? Elephant and Tiger time And Marco is a gorilla Later you would think about this moment WHY WHAT'S ABOUT TO HAPPEN TOM'S FREE AND WE'RE SAVING CASSIE RIGHT? Can horses stairs? V3 thinks they're Andalites. Ouch. Also where's Ax? 8 legs and 8 arms with 3 fingered claws, and 8 heads, tall as a tree. Vriska's aliensona Oh good and it shoots fireballs from its mouth Mouths Jesus Marco just twisted a guy in half and his guts spilled out. Alien guy but still Gotta love half morphed elephant ladies with shriveled trunk faces Something happened to the cop, and Cassie won't say what. Hum Tom is captured again. But you all saves One (1) human woman. It's a fucking start kids. And Tobias done fucked up. Wonderful. End Book #1.

Oh cool now I can finally start listening to Morph Club, an Animorph pocast by some cool kids

#animorphs #liveblog #the invasion

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overseerjules · 8 years ago

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First off, I’m so so so sorry that this is so late! I ended up rewriting this almost 4 different times and I’m still not completely happy with it but it’s my first fanfic so screw it, I like it enough to give it to you @hisagishuuhei I hope you like it! P.S. Sorry if its cringy lmao For the @yuri-on-ice-valentine-exchange

Pairing: Emil X Mickey

Disclaimer: I wrote this like one would write a diary so everything that’s written is in Mickey’s viewpoint until the very end

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 3 days until Valentine’s Day

Current time: 3:27 pm 2/11/17

I’ve got it bad…….. Like extremely bad. I can barely sit still during this stupid ass lecture it’s so bad. I know I know, I need to calm down. It’s only love. Well… it’s probably love, all I really know is that I want to make that boy mine and never let him go. God the things I could do to him, I could just eat him up! Wait I’m in class so I shouldn’t be thinking about this, I could pop a boner if I continue. Ugh, how much longer is this class??? I swear I’m gonna die here. I wish I never took this stupid marketing class… I DON’T EVEN LIKE MARKETING! I should’ve taken like a sports history class or somthn. That would’ve been waaay better. I need to just chill out… I mean there’s only like 40 minutes left in the class anyways, and then I can go back to the dorm and see Emil! Just mentioning him in this journal gets me so excited. I’m a lovesick mess huh?

Current Time: 5:58pm 2/11/17 My original plans to go straight back got totally ruined! All I wanted to do was go home and see Emil…. But nooooo. Sara just had to come and jump me after class and she even dragged me to this stupid cafe. I mean it wasn’t that bad tbh but it still was not what I wanted. I think the only good thing that came out of it was that she agreed to help me buy something for Emil. So now I’m stuck waiting in the car for her to ‘properly get ready’ since she didn’t think she was pretty enough to go out on the town like she was. Like, what does she thinks gonna happen? That some mysterious and hot af guy is just gonna pop up and ask her out?? Besides even if that were to happen, I’d never let someone touch my lil sister…. hmph .

Current Time: 9:32pm 2/11/17

I’m sitting outside on the bench right below our dorm trying to catch my breath as of right now. Why is that future me may ask? W E L L. Sara being the little shithead she is made me walk home by myself after finding some of her friends but that’s not all folks! It started raining too so I had to run back here! Hence why I’m out of breath. I’m just glad that she promised to wrap up the teddy bear and the electric razor I got him. Ok yeah I know buying him one of those isn’t really romantic or anything but it’s supposed to be funny since he knows how much I hate his beard. Facial hair in general is just….. No.

2 Days until Valentine’s day

Current Time: 12:13pm 2/12/17

Last night had to be the best night in my life. It started off extremely normal, just me walking into our dorm and seeing Emil making food. Oh and have I ever mentioned how great of a cook he is? Well he is and lemme just say this now, he’s perfect wifey material. Ok but back to what I was originally talking about, we ate while we watched a movie and I don’t ever remember falling asleep but I guess at some point I did because I woke up around 4 or 5-ish and me and Emil were all cuddled up. Wait what was that? Can I repeat that you ask??? Me. And. Emil. Were. Cuddling. Oh god, I can’t believe that happened but to top the whole situation off, when I tried to move away he frickin grabbed me in his sleep and hugged me even tighter. When he did that I could barely hear him say “don’t go..” over my heart slamming in my chest. I legit thought I was going to die. I mean I would’ve died extremely happy but no I can’t die yet! Not until we’ve slept together again with roles switched, not that I didn’t like being the spoon or the warmth of his oh so strong arms around me. It’s just that I really just wanna hug him all night, hell if I could I’d do it 24/7. Ugh but I gtg finish my homework for my next class since I missed my first one , I’ll come back and write in you later.

Current Time: 3:02pm 2/12/17

I spent the whole class thinking about Emil again. I really need to stop doing that… I’m going to end up failing my classes at this point. But forget that, more importantly I think he’s avoiding me now, I mean it’s totally plausible since we are in no way, shape, or how romantically involved and we ended up on a small ass couch cuddling. But still, that’s no reason for him to jump when he see’s me or to hurry and leave the dorm. FYI, that happened about 20 minutes ago so I’m still quite hurt about that. I guess it’s whatever, we’ll be fine over time I hope.

Current Time: 10:44pm 2/12/17

Sara stole me again, not that I mind this time since I’m sure Emil wouldn’t wanna see me anyways. Kill me now please. But yeah I filled her in on what happened last night and she was more than thrilled. She kept reassuring me that he’s just embarrassed since he likes me too and that’s why he’s doing that but I just don’t know what to think about it. After we spent like an hour and a half or so just fucking around at the cafe she told me to go back and try to talk to him. Let’s just say I tried. I came home to him icing one of his bomb af cakes he loves to make, but that’s not the reason I’m pissed. He went and wrote ‘To the one I love’ in bright red icing on it. Upon seeing that my jealousy skyrocketed and I went and asked such a dumbass question. “So is that for your girlfriend?” Normally the sight of him blushing would melt my heart but the fact that I know he’s bright red because of someone else is just sickening. “Ah no… just someone I really like” “Tch, same difference, anyone who would reject you after giving them that would be brain dead” After that I kinda just stormed off into my room which is where I am and am perfectly willing to stay. I don’t want to go out there and see that stupid cake of his, or him for that matter. Oh god could I just cry right now. Fuck. I wish I could just snap that person’s neck that stole my loves affection from me. Nvm, he’d just hate me even more then. Fuck I just want things to be simpler!

1 Day until Valentine’s Day

Current Time: 1:29am 2/13/17

I was awoken by Emil carrying me princess style to my bed. Never would’ve imagined he’d do something like that but nonetheless it happened. And me being stupid like always told him to go away, which I highly regret saying but it’s not like he left anyways. He softly told me, “I’d never, you’d catch a cold sitting out like that you know?” At that moment I thought my heart was going to explode, any trace of anger I held just dissipated and turned to sadness so when he sat me down and tucked me into my bed like a 5 year old, I curled up and just layed there on the verge of tears. I guess it was pretty obvious since he crouched down and asked me what was wrong, I just told him that it was the valentine blues since it’s not like I had anyone. The smile he had on his face the was one that looked kinda pitiful, almost like he wanted to cry too. And well umm hold up, I’m not really good at inserting dialog so I’ll just do it screenplay like? No clue really but all that I know is that it’s gonna make writing in this journal a hell load easier so here it goes! Emil: Eh? I would’ve thought that you’d have girls lining up to get with you since you’re so hot.

Me: So…. you think i’m hot? *blushing like crazy*

Emil: N-no that’s not what I meant! *I think he was blushing? Couldn’t tell very well*

Me: It’s ok… I know you were messing around. *I tried smiling even though I wanted to cry even more, sooo*

Emil: It’ll be ok Mickey, I’m sure you’ll have someone this year, now go and get some sleep. Ok?

Me: Thanks for the encouraging words Emil. Anyways, night.

Emil: Sweet dreams~

Current Time: 9:57pm 2/13/17

I woke up this morning around 11 and had the great idea to watch Emil sleep. I mean it’s not like I set out to do it? I kinda just walked out into the kitchen and saw him laying on the couch sleeping. So why not? Oh I can tell you why not. Reason 1) trying to explain yourself is utter hell bc you won’t have an explanation. And reason 2) The awkwardness afterwards totally kills off any good vibes for a good two hours. He wasn’t to creeped out but I still regret doing that, and lucky me he went out of his way to make it less awkward by asking what I wanted to do today. But knowing Emil, he’ll just pick something he wants to do anyways so I told him it was his call. And that’s how I ended up watching every. Single. Episode of voltron today, and after that he turned on The Magicians and we’re currently on the 3rd episode. He kept going on about it for awhile now but as soon as he gets to watch it he falls asleep. How careless, not to mention that he’s sleeping all curled up under my arm. Man. I wish tomorrow would never come because I know he’s just going to go off to his valentine…

V A L E N T I N E ‘ S D A Y

Current Time: 6:03am 2/14/17

Fuck. FUck. FUCk. FUCK. I forgot to grab his presents yesterday. Sure he already has someone but that does not mean that I’d just not give him anything, plus I spent good money on that stuff. Anyways, almost as soon as I woke up, I dashed out of the dorm and all the way to Sara’s house. I regret running but it was worth it. I grabbed those presents after waking her and everyone else up on the block by my loud knocks and bolted back to my dorm.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Real Time~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

What I walked into almost shattered my heart. I laid Emil’s presents down and ran over to Emil who was crying on the couch. I took him into my arms like my life depended on it and we stayed like that for a good while. “Hey… Emil. what’s wrong?” I asked “I thought you left me…” “Nooo! I’d never leave you, understand? I only left to go grab something for my valentine” “Then why are you back here? Shouldn’t you go and give it to them?” He mumbled into my shoulder, crying even harder now. “Who even is it?” I could barely hear him say it but I took his face in my hands and wiped the tears from his glossy blue eyes. “It’s you, ya dumbass. Who else would it be?” “A..are you serious?” “How could I not be in this situation Emil? I’ve been trying to work up the courage to tell you how I felt the last two years but I just couldn’t do it and well this year I wanted to make it a surprise but this happened instead.” “I’m sorry…” “Don’t be, I’m just glad that I can tell you how much I like you” “Ya know… You were also supposed to be my valentine, I even made you a cake but the face you had when you walked in and saw it was really scary Mickey. I mean I know you love it when I make them for you so why’d you react like that?” “Because I thought you were going to give it to someone else. My jealousy skyrocketed and I couldn’t handle it. I’m sorry Emil” “I kinda figured” He half choked/half laughed. “Don’t die now, I just got you where I wanted you” I pulled his forehead to mine and looked into his red and puffy eyes. I was really looking forward to be the one that engaged the kiss but he beat me to it. No sooner than I opened my mouth to ask how he was feeling, I could feel his lips on mine. They’re chapped and a bit sticky from him crying but I don’t care, all I care about is how his lips are on mine and that he’s pushing me onto my back.

~~~~~~~~~~~Happy Late Valentine’s Day~~~~~~~~~~

#yoi #fanfic #yuri on ice #emil nekola #michele crispino #mickey x emil #valentines #exchange #killme please

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blameblamebts · 8 years ago

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Just One Date

Request: anything kim namjoon or kim seokjin maybe like a lil fluff scenario of a cute date perhaps? i have coffee shop, bus stop or rainy day date vibes hehe :)

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

A/N: I literally wrote this in two hours, but I’m happy with how it came out. Starting the new year off with Rap Mon because this boy needs all love. I hope that you like it! Enjoyyy :)

gif cr.

“Just one date”

She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning against the door frame.

“Uncle, I have no time to go on dates.” She sighed shaking her head.

The older man frowned, looking back at his son for any help, but the kid lounged back laughing at something on television. Rolling his eyes he turned back to his niece.

“Just meet the guy once, please.”

“Why should I?” She was stood straight now, a slight hint of annoyance in her expression.

She had simply come over to help her cousin with a project he claimed only she could help him with, but here she is, being bombarded with such a request.

“Y/N! He was a student of mine back in the day and I can’t lose a talent like him. I would’ve set him up with my own kid but unfortunately I don’t have any daughters.” He frowned, glaring at his son.

“Back in the day!—” She almost screamed.

“Exactly how old is this guy?!”

Her uncle began shaking his head.

“No, no. You’re misunderstanding, he’s only 27. I meant back when I still used to write. He was a student of mine and I told him to get back to me when his dreams come true. He now works under a very famous corporation, writing for movies even.” Her uncle laughs.

“How romantic of him to actually comeback…” She mumbled sarcastically.

Sighing she looked over her uncle’s shoulder at the younger boy on the sofa.

“Jungkook what the hell did you need help with.”

Jungkook waved his hand in the air, his eyes still glued on the glowing television screen.

“I don’t know, Dad told me to call you over.”

The older man almost face-palmed, cursing his son under his breath, while she raised a brow at him.

“Just go. It’s just one date. Besides you’ve been single for years.” Jungkook states while she glares at him.

“No.”

…

“I can’t believe I actually ended up saying yes.” She whined into the phone.

The male’s voice on the other end could only laugh, making Y/N frown even more.

“Do you at least know how he looks?” He asked, a hint of a chuckle still in his tone.

Y/N rolled her eyes, crossing the road, her heels clicking against the concrete, her eyes stuck on the cafe they’re meeting in.

“Do you really think your father showed me a picture.” She groans.

All Jungkook could do is laugh at the other end, and it ticks her off because it wasn’t helping.

“Why did I even say yes, I don’t have time for men in my life right now.”

“You and I both know you need a boyfriend, you lonely cat lady.”

She made a face, getting closer to the place she was supposed to meet the man her uncle claimed was “perfect”.

“I don’t even have a cat.” She scoffed.

“It’s not long before you get one. Then two. Then thr—”

“Bye.” She almost laughs, although it was just to see if it could calm down her racing heart. Why was she even so nervous?

When she steps in, she’s awed by her surroundings. Not bad for a first date. It’s almost like a restaurant, and she doesn’t know what to do because she’s never been to this part of the city. It’s when a waitress finally asks her, that she’s able to meet the ‘oh so famous Kim Namjoon’ who her uncle could compliment for years and still not run out of compliments. He’s sitting already, eyes reading some sort of book, and she rolls her eyes because, of course. His back faces to her and the waitress gestures towards with her arms.

“Thank you.” She smiled, and she wonders why her voice had just sounded so sweet.

Clearing her throat she stands across the table, and Namjoon looks up surprised. It’s finally seeing him, she realizes that he is...very good looking.

“Y/N? H—Hi.” He closes the novel, quick to take a stand.

“You’re early.” He glances at his watch.

A smile forms on her lips.

“Well, so are you.” She sheds her coat, and it’s enough to made him look away flustered.

Like how her uncle had described her, Namjoon is a gentleman and helps her into the comfort of her seat, ultimately sitting so himself, and asking for the menu.

“This place is so fancy, I’ve never been to such a place.” She glances around.

Just by looking at his face she knows what he would say and answers before he asks.

“I like it though.”

He relaxes and looks back at the menu. After ordering their desired drinks and pastries, they share brief introductions as they wait.

“So, did my uncle set you up too? Or…” She trails on.

He nods, but still smiles.

“I’ve seen you before, you seem like a nice girl. So it didn’t take a lot of effort to convince me.” He chuckles.

His words catch her completely off guard, a sudden feeling of guilt forming in her heart.

“I was very hesitant if I have to be honest.” She confesses, and he nods in understanding.

“It makes sense, I’m probably as equivalent as a stranger to you right now.”

“Hopefully, that will change today.” She bites back, and yet again they both blush.

A few more minutes later the drinks are set in front, the desserts are here, and they indulge in a conversation. It’s when he starts talking about his parents that she realizes how dreamy he looked. Her eyes studying his smile, the way his brown hair is styled just perfectly. She noticed the deep dimples that would form in his cheeks every time he broke into a grin or even a laugh.She stared at him, a warm feeling surrounding the atmosphere as her cheeks melted into the skin of her palms, eyes relaxing. If someone had asked her what they were talking about, she would probably hesitate because of how quick he was to connect one thing to another, jumping from topic to topic, yet somehow it all made sense. Maybe that was what made him become such a great writer, his words were able to make the listener feel relaxed.

“Are you bored.” He finally asked, noticing how she had propped her arm on the table as she stared at him talk.

Blinking back a few times she began shaking her head almost profusely.

“No!—”

It’s his low chuckle that makes her clear her throat, palms sweaty all over again.

“I mean…you have a very soothing voice. I could listen to you talk forever.” She finally confessed.

His smile was quick to fade, shy, before he looked at the now warm cup of coffee, though some steam can be visibly letting out into the air. Hiding behind the cup, he took a sip, an attempt to steady his racing heart. She did the same, trying to hide her own smile. Her brain thanking her uncle for this opportunity.

“I should’ve asked earlier, how did you get interested to become a writer.”

She noticed the way he leaned in, a visible grin on his face as his eyes lit up. She guessed it was a conversation he was willing to have.

“Well, I’ve always been surrounded by books—my mother is a librarian you see—and somewhere along the way I was just...inspired?” He chuckled.

She nodded, taking a small sip of her coffee again.

“I think I’ve been writing for almost all my life—excluding my adolescent year of course.” He grinned.

She nodded.

“So what did you write.”

He had to think for a moment, trying to recall back to his youth.

“Well, sometimes poem, fan-fiction. I’d throw in some songs here and there.” He noticed the way she raised a brow. So she liked songs.

“You wrote...fan-fiction?”

It was his turn to raise his brows, except they were that of surprise.

“Oh my god, do you still have a blog with your stories collected and such.” She laughed.

He shook his head immediately.

“That’s a dark past I don’t want to indulge in. Besides it’s very cringe worthy.” He sipped on his coffee, avoiding eye contact.

“You totally still have your blog up, don’t you?”

“No I don’t.” He replied as soon as the words left her lips, earning a giggle from her end.

“I’m very interested.” She smiled.

The way he looked at her, made her heart skip a beat, and she had to control herself from gasping out loud.

“I mean—in the fan-fiction.” Her fingers tucked in strands of hair, as she looked away, blushing.

The rest of the afternoon was spent walking the city, riding public transportation in the chill of the weather, with Namjoon showing her around his favorite shops in the area. By the time evening was coming to an end, and people began wishing each other “good nights”, the two had already eaten dinner at one of Namjoon’s favorite restaurant, though it was a little expensive for Y/N’s liking. But what do you expect from a best selling author who writes for movies and films?

Walking side by side, now under the night sky, it seemed as if they ran out of things to talk about on their first meeting. Spending almost six hours with that man that she had told her uncle “don’t expect me to like him”, she regretted her words because she seemed to have judged the book by it’s cover a little too quickly. Snickering at how ironic that sounded in her mind, Namjoon glances over.

“What’s so funny?” He questions.

She shakes her head, though the smile from her lips doesn’t vanish.

“I feel like I’ve told you everything about myself.” She laughed.

He nodded in agreement. Silence surrounds the duo, however it doesn’t last long, with his cellphone almost blaring in the quiet of the night. Glancing over at her, she smiled and he slides it to pickup, comfortable enough to speak with her still by her side.

“Now?” His voice is almost a whine, but of surprise as well.

She stays mum next to him, fingers playing with the buttons on her coat sleeve, both taking slow steps on the concrete of this almost empty sidewalk. He sighs.

“I’ll see you in a little bit.” His voice is laced with disappointment.

He looks over at her, sad eyes pointing the now dead phone, and she simple shrugs.

“Duty calls.” She smiled.

He sighs yet again, stuffing the device back into the depths of his coat pocket. They walk for another few minutes sharing brief words here and there, until they stop at the end, where they will finally part, him heading to one way of the city, and her heading the other.

“I had a...wonderful day.” He finds the right words, a genuine smile taking place on his lips.

She nodded as well, a grin on her own face.

“I would like to see you again? Just one date?” He smiles, his voice laced with sudden nervousness, as he looks away flustered.

“I thought we were already on a date.” She raises a brow.

He breaks into a laugh, a dimpled smile spreading wide on his plump lips, making Y/N look away this time, a warm heat forming on her own cheeks.

They really don’t have the desire to part, both rooted in their place. Namjoon breathes into the night air, slowly stepping in, making her slowly gaze up at his almost towering form.

“Can...I kiss you?” His voice is shy, but still a whisper.

She can’t help the smile that breaks onto her lips, slowly nodding. She had wondered all evening what his lips felt like if she had to be honest. They were cool thanks to tonight’s chilly weather, yet soft and plump, making her melt right into his arms. He chuckles at her reaction, her fingers tugging him closer to her, to kiss him the way she had wanted to from the moment she saw him.They pull apart, noses and lips red from both the cold and the contact, laughing he bites his lips, still tasting her lips on his, and she looks away flustered.

“Shit, I really don’t want to go.” He mumbles, and she nudges him.

“Go! It’s probably important.”

He groans, earning her laughter. It’s almost forever after that he finally starts pulling away from her body, steps walking backwards as he begins to wave.

“I’ll text—no! I’ll call!” He’s almost yelling.

She starts nodding, her wide grin never leaving her lips.

“Just one more date Y/N!— I’ll definitely call”

She laughs and nods yet again, until soon he’s disappearing and she sighs, content on how she sent her day—rather who she spent it with.

…

When she’s stepping into her apartment, she notices the familiar shoes on the rack and rolls her eyes.

“I’m seriously going to change my passcode.” She yells into the apartment.

The television is playing in the living room when she walks in, with Jungkook lounging on the sofa, he looks up at her with a grin.

“How was it?!” He ask right away, eyes curious with answers.

She smiles, but quickly shakes it off with a shrug.

“It was… okay.” Walking in she sits next to him.

Jungkook studies her for a moment before laughing.

“You totally like him!”

This time however, she can’t hold back the grin and covers her face as she nods.

“Holy shit.” Jungkook is surprised.

“How did this happen—the cold-hearted Y/N actually likes someone.” His tone is of both astoundment and a teasing laugh.

“Shut up.” She smacks his arm.

Her cellphone vibrates and Jungkook looks at the notification on the lockscreen. Namjoon’s name clear on the surface. Glancing over at her, he raises his brows up and down in a funny manner before laughing. She laughs as well, but pushes him back, before reaching for the device and taking a stand. Her body walking out the living room.

“I’m going to be dad’s forever favorite child for blessing him with such good news.” Jungkook yells, and she rolls her eyes because he was his father’s only child.

Her fingers are quick to read Namjoon’s text, and glancing at the words she feels giddy all over again.

You’re not leaving my mind and that’s not fair. Are you thinking of me as well? I hope you are.

I can’t wait for our next date.

Her reply is quick and within seconds the phone comes alive in her hands.

“Hello” She doesn’t withhold the grin that spreads across her lips.

“Hey beautiful.”

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