#he blasts shit so loud the bass makes the house shake

[littletrumpetcat]

i hate being so noise sensitive because of my shitty upbringing*. the people above me, who's minds are physically incapable of thinking of other people, were blasting billie eillish and i was instantly just unable to think or focus on anything except for How Painful This Is To My Ears. i can definitely blame my university for being incredibly cheap when designing these apartments back in the 60s because there's very little soundproofing and that's a whole separate issue regarding the for-profit education system and the university's decades of neglect regarding these complexes. but i think if u need to blast your favorite albums through your bluetooth speaker in order to be happy or get housework done, you need to live with other people for a little bit.

[timextoxhajima]

Nevertheless: Wishful Thinking [1]

[completed] [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

synopsis: why would the college flirt want anything to do with the innocent heartbreaker? a [somewhat] nevertheless au featuring tbz's eric son young jae

genre [per chapter]: suggestive material, mentions of alcohol, SMUT *this series is a smut series so* please don't read if you're uncomfy. if you're underaged and you still wanna read, i'm not stopping you. i don't care because that's your responsibility to know what's fiction and what's not.

word count: 2.8k, half of which is probably filth

taglist: @from-xero

{this is a work of fiction}

"i'm sorry, i just... i just don't see you that way."

the boy tries his hardest not to choke (or sob) as he lowers his head, the bouquet of flowers in his hands crinkling when he brings it down to his side.

he huffs, using his tongue to poke the inner sides of his cheeks as his grimace pulls out into a smirk.

you look at him with utmost guilt, fingers awkwardly intertwined with one another as you scan the distraught on his face.

"so..." he slowly nods, looking up from the floor. "not even the most popular person on campus can win you over, huh?"

the label strikes a chord in you.

honestly, you were just waiting for him to say those words. you hadn't expected the campus star boy to confess to you tonight, much less at his own graduation party.

he was two years your senior and frankly way out of your league - leaving you with absolutely no clue how he came about to develop feelings for you.

you had wondered if he was merely capitalising on your growing reputation as the 'innocent heartbreaker'.

the pretty, new, freshman who just couldn't seem to stop heads from turning.

one of those heads was his.

wooseok scoffs, obviously unhappy and dissatisfied with your response.

how dare the pretty freshman reject the hottest boy on campus?

"okay," wooseok nods, still holding out the flowers to you. "at least take the flowers, would you?"

grimly picking the golden-wrapped roses from him, you scan his eyes, glossed with a layer of tears as his nose sours.

"wooseok-"

"no, don't," he interrupts you, sucking in a deep breath as he puffs out his chest. the yelling from outside his bedroom door calls the both of your attention.

"the party's still going on until morning, are you staying?"

with a light shake of your head, you hug the flowers close to your chest. your heart slows down, calming from the fact that he had brought you in here just to confess and not something else you were afraid of.

the guilt sinks in when you realise you didn't trust wooseok all that much.

"okay, well..." he clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. the silver shine off the school's logo on the varsity jacket glimmers under the room's ceiling light. "at least stay until we finish the first bottle of vodka? we have games later."

"oh, wooseok, i can't-"

"come on," he reaches forward and grabs your hands, his hands hot and warm. probably from the adrenaline he had to give himself to make this feat. "the first bottle."

you look up from his fingers and at his face, his fringe covering his eyes and casting sharp-angled shadows all over his lids.

your lips part, but before you can even utter a sound, he hops right in and exclaims with a grin on his face. "great! i'll see you around and come find me when you're leaving, okay?"

the smile lines extend from the sides of his nose and down to his lips, the shadow lines on his cheeks shifting as he turns on his heels, hands sliding off yours.

"i'll-" he points to his door, already reaching for the handle. "yeah. bye."

wooseok pulls the door open for him to exit, and right before he can shut the door behind him, his eyes come between the gap to take one last look at you.

the door clicks shut after he moves off first, and you're left with the roses in your arms, standing in the middle of his room, having just rejected the most sought-after bachelor in the school.

looking down at the roses once more, your finger-pads rub against the velvet petals, heart aching for him.

the neon lights in his room were casting a bright blue hue all over the walls and the carpeted ground, trophies for baseball and customised bats decorating almost every corner.

you turn to his bed, thinking of leaving the flowers on the cushion and leaving quietly through his window.

but your train of thought violently snapped into two when the party outside yells, followed by the loud thunking of the bass throughout the house.

the flowers are a reminder of how shit of a person you are.

you didn't ask to be a heartbreaker.

people tend to think you find joy in rejecting the brave ones who get their feelings across but you don't. not at all.

carefully laying the bouquet of flowers back onto his bed, you pull the door of his room open and step out into the hallway, the music blasting like everyone was deaf and hard of hearing.

the crowd in the living room comes into view when you start walking down the stairs - everybody jumping on beat to the likes of superbass and people yelling the all-time classic rap.

your knuckles whiten from gripping onto the wooden railings, unable to return yourself to the party when you've done broken the heart of the host himself.

so you turn on your heels, deciding to return to his room and crawl out through his window - only to be met by someone else.

"party's downstairs."

if you were the innocent heartbreaker...

then eric son was the vicious one - the male, sluttier equivalent of you.

"oh, well... party's not for me," you offer a tiny smile, slightly embarrassed to be caught making a u-turn.

eric tilts his head to the side, holding out an arm and resting it on the wooden railings. you lower your head, taking a step to your left in a bid to walk past him.

but you're stopped yet again by his arm reaching out, palm pressing flat into the concrete as he looks down at you.

you don't realise your fists are clenched (and sweating) until you rub them onto your dress.

"look, eric- i- i had a bad day and i just-"

"so walk out the front door," he raises a single brow, taking a step down and removing his hand off the wooden railing.

your feet fumble around each other in a bid not to topple down the stairs. turning to face you, he forces you to step back to maintain the safe distance between you.

"i don't want to make a scene-" the bad habit of picking your nails returns when your back hits the wall, and eric's standing an uncomfortable distance from you now.

"oh," he lifts his free hand and mirrors the other, keeping your neck between his forearms. but you are the scene. you can't just... leave."

a flustered chuckle runs through your throat as you lean your head back against the wall. "i don't have the time for this."

"make time for me," eric cocks his head to the side and glances down near the bottom of your face. "you can tell me about your bad day."

"i think i'll be fine on my own, thank you," carefully squatting and trying to shrink out from the wall-eric sandwich, your brows furrow as you shift.

but eric son buckles his arm and halves the distance he has between your faces, the sudden surge forcing you back upright.

now his breath is hot on your jaw and you turn away from him, lips pursed into a thin, tight line.

"the 'innocent heartbreaker'," he gently hums, fingers reaching up to play with the curled locks fallen around your upper arms. the fleeting brushes of his skin across yours draw out chills, and a harsh inhale twitches your facial expressions to his liking. "i can see why boys would fall for this."

with your eyes still glued to the party downstairs, you part your lips, wanting to explain yourself.

then eric, with the weight of feathers, reaches up to your chin and tilts it towards him.

his lips are parted as he slides his tongue across his teeth. he sighs softly, eyes travelling from yours to your lips and back up.

by now, you can feel his breath on your philtrum.

"you're pretty," he whispers, almost against your lips.

and your stomach plummets when he pulls away completely, the cool air rushing in to replace the bodily heat.

without breaking eye contact, even for a single second, eric pushes himself off the wall. lips drawn out into a wide smile, he adjusts his jacket and runs his hand through his hair.

"but not that pretty."

you don't realise your heart's racing until you feel your chest heaving, unknowingly panting from the unruly interaction the vicious heartbreaker has just provided you.

the world finally seeps back into view and into complete perfect audio, the music finally rumbling through you again when your eyes trail after eric, walking into the crowd jumping in the living room.

the taste of iron seeps out from the inside of your lips, and you dart your tongue across the mark that your teeth have left on your flesh.

clearing your throat and shaking the thought of eric out of your head, you turn back up the steps and head back into wooseok's bedroom.

the blue hues of the room start to sink into your consciousness again, the yellow shade of the bouquet wrap looking more like green under the lighting.

you take a moment to fester - over wooseok, over your reputation, over eric.

college just started and here you were, feeling guilty over something that wasn't even your fault.

the final decision comes to rest on your fingers in the form of pulling wooseok's window open, carefully lifting your feet and crawling under the glass.

now, troublemaker was playing, muffled but definitely loud enough to be heard at least 3 houses down the road. you climb onto the roof of his garage, eyes scanning to cars parked outside and along the road.

you stride to the side where you know wooseok had a wooden plating attached to one of the walls, fake vines intertwined between the planks.

it's a relief when your feet meet the concrete ground, and nobody was in sight - until you back up into someone's chest and you turn to find eric, again.

"what in the world-"

he cuts you off by grabbing your waist, slotting his lips between yours and holding your chin to align your faces.

you were nearly bought into it, but the consciousness seeps back into you and you rip your face off his, palms one his chest with his hands still on your waist.

"what do you think you're doing?"

"i could ask you the same thing."

"you already know I'm leaving."

"you can't leave just yet."

"why the hell not?"

"because I'm not done with you."

with a low huff, he hoists you up onto his hips, lips crashing onto yours as he walks you backwards, your shoulder blades hitting the wall where you had climbed down from.

there's a gentle rattle when he keeps you up against the wooden planks, his palms riding the skirt of your dress up and over your hips.

his fingers slide under the material of your underwear hugging your pelvis, hot skin gripping onto the flesh of your rear.

then you hear a tear amongst the mess he's making on your lips, and the material of your underwear loosens.

"what the-"

"shh," he smirks, now turning his head into your neck to nip on your jaw. your chest heaves from the sensitivity, the fluttering sensation of his lips on your neck drilling chills all through you. "make a sound and everyone will know you couldn't say no to me."

conscience returns to you for a split second.

"eric- we can't-"

before you can finish your sentence, eric drags the thin material out from under you and dangles it before you, his eyes clouded and dark.

the darkened patch of material on your underwear washes your face in pink and heat.

"you were saying?"

your stomach plummets, and you now register the coolness on your core. eric smiles, rolling up the material to shove it into his pocket.

"eric-" your fingers dig into his left forearm as they return to the wall by your head, his right carefully undoing his belt.

the clink of the metal followed by the zipper coming undone forms a knot in your stomach already, then his fingers coming to spread your neediness all over you forces a sharp whimper up your lungs.

"I've done nothing..." he shakes his head, sliding a single finger up and down your core. "and you are so wet."

he lifts his finger from under your skirt, his fingers glistening under the sharp, fluorescent lighting.

your hooded lids are just about tearing with the overwhelming ache that's throbbing through you, and he makes it worse by running his tongue all over his finger.

eric's pride swells when a whine escapes your throat, and he presses himself into you, chest against yours with his hands digging into your thighs. your arms circle around his shoulders, pulling him closer for a deep, slow kiss.

he prods against you, the throbbing ache spiking when his manhood rubs against your core. groaning into the kiss, your entire being squirms between him and the wall with the muffled music still blasting from the living room.

he doesn't bother to wait for you before he finds his manhood and aligns it with your entrance, gently prodding before sliding himself in like it was meant to be.

he buries himself inside you by holding your thighs around his hips even tighter, drawing a low and prolonged moan from your lips.

eric pulls away, pressing his forehead into yours to let you breathe. but he finds some kind of sadistic pleasure when he pulls his hips away, only to slam right back in, earning a sharp yelp from you.

"go any louder, princess, and i won't be the only one enjoying this."

he grins to himself, licking his lips before diving into your neck and picking at all the right spots. every kiss and nibble earned him a moan or a mewl and it ruins your pride over and over to know that you had just broken someone's heart tonight.

yet you were outside that someone's house, letting eric rail you like he owned you.

your fingers claw and grip at his shirt as you feel your back jerk and rock against the wooden plank. with every thrust he offers you, he sounds like he's laughing and panting at the same time, the hot breath on your neck making you writhe in a guilty pleasure.

he offers a few slower thrusts before grabbing your chin to look at him, eyes slightly fucked out and your thighs tired from keeping your body locked to his.

slowly pulling out and sliding back in, he takes the time to revel in the way your brows furrow and your lips fall apart, your curled hair now a mess around your chest and shoulders.

"that's it, princess," he leans into your ear and coos. "tell me how good that feels."

unable to form a coherent word in your head, you whine in response, pulling his face to yours and planting your lips onto his with every ounce of energy left in you.

his hands fumble under your skirt and find your sensitivity, pressing his thumb flat onto you. the pressure jerks you upwards and he takes the opportunity to reposition himself, changing the angle ever so slightly.

by some miracle, the tip of him buried inside you finds the magic spot, and when he picks up his pace, the knot starts to find you in eternal bliss.

eric pulls away again, huffing as he thrusts himself into you, fingers flicking and abusing you as if your legs weren't already shaking and convulsing around his hips.

"good girl," his breath is heavy on your jaw as he plants a few wet kisses there, his pants bringing you to some newer heights. your vision starts to fade into white with a few more thrusts and his fingers dig into your thighs when your lower body starts to spasm.

muscles flexing, your entire body squirms and trembles as you meet your high.

then eric hurriedly pulls out, the hot fluid dribbling all over the ground under you.

while you come down from your high, eric's strained grunts rumble through his torso under your arms. the vein that popped out on his neck was still there, and your senses only allow enough for you to focus on eric now.

he bites on his bottom lip and pushes his hair back with a deep inhale. he turns to you, eyes wide open and clear.

"not such an innocent princess now, are you?"

[hwangsies]

[10:56 pm]

lee minho x female reader (smut)

warnings: mentions of alcohol, piv, choking, magic wand (vibrator) play, fratboy!minho i guess lmaoo, dom!minho, slight degradation, praise, a little daddy kink (idk it just happend ufbiskhbi), slight dumbification, overstimulation, multiple orgasm

wc: 2.1 k

enjoy <3

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You feel the buzz of the gin tonic you had ten minutes ago slowly make its way to your head.

The loud bass is pounding in your chest as you sway your hips to the music in the crowd that had formed itself in the middle of your boyfriends spacious frat house living room.

Wondering where the hell that boyfriend of yours was, you take out your phone to check if he sent you any messages, your body still moving.

As if on cue, a muscular torso presses itself into your back and a strong thigh wedges between your legs.

You gasped softly and clutch onto your phone.

“there you are” plump lips press against the shell of your ear, the whispers that are escaping them send shivers down your spine as a big grin etches across your face.

“I’ve been looking for you” your boyfriend continues, swiping your hair to one side of your neck, his signature grin detectable in his voice.

“I got here like 10 minutes ago” you lean your head back against his broad shoulder as his hands tighten around your waist.

Your lashes flutter and a shaky moan leaves your lips when his open lips press against your jugular.

“missed you” his wandering lips mumble, your hand reaching up into his brown locks as he grinds his hips into yours from behind.

“fuck- you did, huh?” you giggle shakily when you feel him get hard right above your ass.

Minho sucks the soft skin under your ear in between his lips and you feel his fingers digging into your hips; when you tighten your fist in his hair in response and roll your ass against his crotch he lets out a low growl.

The vibrations against your neck make you giggle and you feel your panties getting damper.

Releasing your skin with a soft pop, he twirls you around and steadies you with a strong grip on your waist.

“fuck” he mumbles before a smug grin tuggs at his lips and he leans down to roughly connect yours with his.

His tongue invades your mouth hurriedly as you cling onto his shoulders and deepen the kiss even more.

He had been away with felix and hyunjin to attend a dance competition on the other side of seoul and you didn’t get to see him for two weeks, until now.

One of his hands find its place underneath your jaw as he pulls you closer to him, you can feel how needy he is for you and it drives you crazy.

His groans are being swallowed by the intense kiss you’re sharing as your one hand moves down to clutch his shirt for dear life and the other one cards through his hair.

The adrenaline that minho triggers inside of you, rushes through your veins as your tongues roll against each others.

Once more, he kisses the corner of your mouth before travelling down your neck, his grip on the back of your neck holding your head angled back.

You moan when he starts sucking a bruise into your skin and lightly grazes his teeth over it, you’re loud enough for him to hear through the blasting music but not for anyone else.

He chuckles lowly at your heightened sensitivity, which comes with the heat of his body against yours, the alcohol and probably the fact of him not touching you in two weeks.

“seems like you missed me more” he quips and nips at the soft skin on the base of your neck.

“shut up, lets go upstairs” you manage to breathe out before his lips are on yours again.

“mm-okay” he grins against your lips, teeth clinking together and breathing heavily before he presses a last peck to your kiss swollen lips.

He grabs your smaller hand in his and leads you through the crowd before walking up the stairs to his bedroom.

Opening the door to his bedroom, he lets you walk in before closing the door behind himself.

“I have a surprise for you” he grins.

“oh no” you chuckle “why am I scared” he rolls his eyes playfully before walking around his bed and patting his sheets, signalling you to sit down.

SO, you sit down and look up at him.

“okay, close your eyes and hold out your hands” he grins when your frown.

“c’mon babyyy”

“ugh alright” you give in, holding out your hands and closing your eyes.

“okay” he mutters before gently placing something heavy and long into your hands.

“open them” minho suddenly says, startling you just a little.

You blink a few times before your eyes fall onto the big massage wand with a just as big bulbous head in your hands.

“wha” your eyes flicker in between it and your boyfriend “is this…?”

He snickers and lowers himself onto his bed as well, leaning into you and kissing your lips.

“I wanna use it on you” he whispers, cocking his brows up when you just stare back at him.

“okay” you blush furiously, never before used something of this size nor seen in real life.

“would you want that?” he asks, gently caressing your waist.

“yea- I just don’t know if I trust this thing” you huff, at which minho places a kiss to your cheek before moving to your ear.

“do you trust me?” he pulls back to look at your face, taking the large toy out of your hand and placing it next to himself.

“of course” you smile before he presses his lips to yours again, making you lay back down as he hovers over you.

He is quick to tug your jeans off your legs once your lift your hips for him, his fingers finding their place rubbing over your thinly clothed core.

Your head drops back onto the sheets as he circles your clit “minho” you moan, grabbing his face to connect your lips again.

“fuck” you moan when he flattens his hand over your core.

“can I use it on you?” he whispers into the skin below your ear.

“yes” you exhale without second thought, your boyfriend grins and reaches back for the wand.

Resting the big round head on your thigh, he flips the switch to the lowest setting.

Already pretty strong vibrations tickling the skin of your inner thigh as he moves the head up and down your skin.

You moan when he gets closer to the apex of your thighs but he moves away again, teasing you.

“please don’t tease” you pout earning yourself a smooch on your lips.

“just because you asked so nicely” he grins, gently lowering the vibrating wand onto your clit.

Your thighs jump at the first contact, head getting thrown back as a startled gasp leaves your lips followed by a drawn out moan.

“oh my g- fuck!” you cry out, grabbing onto your boyfriend who’s by your side, holding your legs apart.

“tell me how it feels babygirl” he sneers.

“so good oh fuck!” your eyes scrunch together when you quickly feel your high approaching, the vibrations hitting every sensitive spot you can think of.

“m’ gonna cum” you whine, clawing at his shirt.

“already?” he chuckles at which you nod desperately, locking eyes with him.

“cum, baby, let go” he groans when he sees your eyes roll back and your toes curl in pleasure.

You cry out when your orgasm hits you, shockwaves rushing through your body as minho gently rubs the wand up and down your core.

You flinch when the vibrations hit your clit again “ahh-shit” you groan.

“I know you can cum again, doll” he mumbles, gently circling the big wand now.

“fuck” you cry out “fuck fuck”

“that’s it, good girl” he kisses your temple when your thighs start shaking.

“yes-yes” you chant feeling your next high bubble up in the pit of your stomach.

“cum for me baby” he mutters, too caught up in how ethereal you look.

Head thrown back, sweat clinging to your neck, thighs shaking and your pretty lips with the pretty sounds they make.

The knot in your abdomen snaps and you cum again, trembling with the power your of high.

“you did so good babydoll” he kisses you after turning off the wand and lying it to the side.

You connect your lips and kiss him hard, his hand soothingly rubbing over your lower stomach.

“you gonna fuck me now?” you look up at him with doe eyes and he feels his cock twitch in his jeans.

“of course baby” he grins “be good and take off everything yea?” he eyes you pulling your shirt over your head before unclasping your bra as he stands up from his bed, ridding himself of his clothes as well.

“how do you want me?” you ask when he crawls above you again, palming one of your breasts.

“hmm” he thinks out loud, lowering his mouth onto your nipple, gently suckling it when you thread your fingers through his hair lovingly.

“on all fours baby” he mumbles when locking eyes, he doesn’t miss the excitement in your gaze, grinning “sound good?”

You nod “yes”

He moves so you have enough room to turn around, resting on your forearms and knees and sticking out your ass.

“so perfect” he mumbles, smoothing his hands down your back and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“please” you wiggle your butt “please fuck me daddy” you whine, knowing full well what that name does to your boyfriend.

“fuck” is all you hear before you feel a smack land on your right butt cheek and his thick tip sliding through your soaked folds before pushing inside slowly.

Once he’s sure you’ve adjusted, his pace his ruthless.

His dancer hips not missing one beat as he snaps them against yours, leaning forward to press your whole torso against the mattress and holding your neck from behind.

Your cries are muffled but he feels how tightly you clench around him when he passes that one spot inside of you.

“you like it when daddy fucks you like this, yea?” he grits through his teeth, you can barely hear him over the sound of his balls smacking against your clit and your ass against his hips, not to mention your own heartbeat and moans.

Suddenly all friction stops and he bottoms out fully, leaving you clenching around nothing as a disgruntled whine leaves your lips.

Before you can look behind yourself, you get flipped onto your back.

The sight of your boyfriend almost knocks the air out of your lungs; his jaw is clenched, hair damp and sticking to his forehead, his chest and abs are glistening with sweat.

“cant even answer my question, hm?” he grunts, resting on his shins and lifting your hips before pushing inside of you again.

“no” you pout, hands scratching at his neck.

“no?” he huffs as he picks up his pace again “to drunk off my cock baby? is that it?”

Your eyes roll back when he spreads your legs and thrusts into your further “fuck” you whimper.

“huh?” he repeats, grabbing onto your jaw and making you open your eyes and hold his gaze.

“yes, yes” you cry out “love your cock”

Minho releases your jaw in favour for the abandoned wand next to him, flipping the switch again and pressing it to your clit.

He hisses at how tight you get all over sudden.

“fuck!” you yell at the intensity, pulling at the sheets.

“fuck, you’re so pretty when you’re cockhungry like this babygirl” he rambles.

“I love you “ you moan “love your cock- love you” you arch your neck when his other hand wraps around your neck.

“I love you baby” he groans, trying to hold off his own high but the way your walls suck him in and hold him hostage is almost too much.

“love how you get when I fuck you dumb” you lock eyes at his words, a cry tearing from your throat when he presses the wand harder against your clit and squeezes your neck.

“love it when you fuck- ah- fuck me dumb” you breathe, teetering on the edge of no return once again.

“yea?” minhos jaw cleches and his rhythm falters slighty, hinting that he’s close himself “you like being daddys dumb little baby girl?”

“yes- oh fuck yes” his words send you tumbling over the edge, you dig your nails into his forearm as you shake and cry out for him.

White pleasure blooms behind your lids when you feel minho twitch inside of you and release with a shudder and a drawn out moan.

He flops down next to you, switching off the wand before gently dropping it onto the ground.

“you good, love?” he looks over at you, flushed cheeks and a blissful smile on your lips.

“so good” your limbs still tingle when you turn to him.

“lets take a shower yea?” he kisses your browbone.

“alright” you sigh “in two minutes okay?” you suggest, snuggling into his chest and feeling your eyes droop, his warmth lulling you to sleep.

“yea” he holds you, his eyes closing as well “two minutes”

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a/n: its 3 am so i just know there are tons of grammatical errors and typos in there but hey here u go, ty for being so patient with me lol i hope you like this.

i was inspired by owen gray ngl (if you dont know who that is, go on inkognito mode and google him...thank me later skijisbejshdudbdobzf)

[bangtangalicious]

the glow up (5) | pjm, jjk

pairing: jimin x reader x jungkook

summary: after going off to college, you & your best friend committed to working out. a year later, the results show, and you cant wait for your hot hometown friends to see you. now all you wanna do is wild out and have lots of sex, and enjoy it without feeling insecure

genre: angst, smut, childhoodfriends!au weightloss!au (is that a thing) friends-to-lovers!au

word count: 3k

warnings: college boys fighting, jimin’s abs, everyone’s abs, misogyny, mentions of sexual harassment, light smut: threesome (mxmxf), tittie fuck, cock warming, a single spank, gaslighting, toxic behavior, slut shaming

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It was another scorching day. Your stomach turned at the prospect of the day ahead of you. Today was Hobi’s annual summer party. Every summer he would have a big party with literally everyone from your old high school.

Hobi’s party had a notorious reputation of being the scene where all the summer flings were established. You and Jimin would always go together and leave together, never getting too involved. It was boys like Taehyung and Jungkook who really got wild at this.

You hadn’t even thought about how different this party would be for you now, especially after Jimin’s. Normally you and him would catch up with old friends, drink a little bit, but mostly just enjoy the music and have fun together.

Not only would you not be able to hang out with Jimin, but you also would not be able to avoid the heart of party. Hook-up central. The pool.

You shuddered thinking about the last time you were in a pool, where Jungkook had just groped you so openly and you just let him. You liked it. 

You tried to convince yourself that Jungkook’s actions lately didn’t effect you, but for some reason the thought would leave you with a sour taste in your mouth. You and Jungkook had always been cordial, he was part of your friend group, but you two were never specifically that close. You were comfortable with him, but Taehyung was definitely more approachable even back then.

You had texted Taehyung about going to the party together, but he had already made plans to go with Jungkook, and that was the last person you wanted to see.

You really only had one option left.

Next thing you know, you’re back at Jimin’s doorstep, remembering with a wave of guilt how you left him to go fool around with Taehyung just around a week ago. You rang the doorbell.

“Who is it?” You heard from inside.

“It’s me”

Nothing.

“Jimin?”

The door cracked open slightly. Jimin was shirtless, his skin now significantly tanned from when you last saw him, and also his muscles surprisingly more defined. He had clearly been working out a lot since you last saw him.

“Oh hey” His eyes softened when the met yours but you could see the sadness in them. Your heart clenched. You pushed past the door and threw yourself into his arms, giving him the tightest hug you could conjure. “Are you okay?” His familiar scent overwhelmed you, and you wanted to just melt into him.

You nodded, cheek pressed against his shoulder, “God I missed you so much. Jimin stroked your back affectionately before pressing his lips to the top of your head. You looked up at him. “I am so sorry Jimin”

Jimin forced a slight smile, “It’s…fine. What’s going on, is everything okay?”

Not leaving his arms for a second you spilled. You told him everything that transpired. Every thought you had, Every regret. You told him about what really happened at his party, what happened after. You told him about jungkook, taehyung, everything. You could no longer bare to keep anything from your best friend.

You hadn’t noticed, but Jimin was now clenching your waist tightly, his eyes raging.

“Jungkook did what” After a few moments of silence to take in everything you said, Jimin was furious.

You took his hands into yours and sat him down on his bed. “Look it doesn’t matter.” Lies. “I just, I’m so sorry about all of this. I’m such an idiot—“

Jimin pulled away from you, shaking his head. “No way. You have no reason to be sorry. This is NOT your fault. I’m going to fucking kill Jungkook” He tilted his head in anger.

“Jimin, it’s okay just—“

“It’s OKAY?” Jimin yelled, “You’re OKAY with the fact that Jungkook just fucking stuck his fingers in you? And…that fucking Taehyung too…he didn’t do anything to stop him? What the fuck?”

“It’s really not like that Jimin” Jimin ignored you and cracked his knuckles.

“I didn’t” Your voice went small, “I didn’t try and stop him. It’s my fault” Jimin stared at you.

“You know, you could be a lot of things, but I would have never thought you were stupid.” He inhaled sharply before easing his voice back to an appropriate volume, “Are you okay? Like seriously.”

“I think so.”

“Shit y/n. SHIT” Jimin tossed a pillow across the room in frustration before buying his head in his lap.

“Jimin…” You ran your hand through his hair as he tried to calm down.

“I’m the one that should be sorry. God I was such as ass to you. After we had sex too, ugh I regret it so much. The things I said I mean…not the sex. You’re my best friend, it’s my job to protect you and be there for you, and make sure you don’t get hurt. I made our relationship complicated and I’m sorry.” Jim-in raised his face, giving up an intense look, “But so help me y/n, if Jeon Jungkook or Kim Taehyung have the audacity to show their face to me tonight, I will FUCKING end them”

Jimin decided it was best for you two to stick together like usual during the party. You decided to forgo the swimwear completely for the evening, opting instead for a a pair of denim shorts and a tube top. Jimin would have preferred you cover up more, but he didn’t say anything. You put a glittery body spray that added a nice shimmer to your skin in the sunlight.

Hobi’s house was gigantic. Even after all these years, it always excited you to come see all the new things they may have added. Flat screen TVs in the kitchen, a glow in the dark pool table, a whole dance floor, each year brough surprises. Hobi’s pool was on the roof of the house, infinity style. You could already hear the music blasting. It was comforting that there were already a lot of people there, so your entrance could go unnoticed. You saw Taehyung’s white convertible parked from the corner of your eye, letting you know he was already there. Jimin parked the car. You both sat for a while, simply listening the loud bass vibrate your surroundings. The music gave you a sense of confidence. You reached for Jimin’s hand but he pulled it away.

“Let’s just be normal tonight” He tried to smile. You wanted to roll your eyes. He was so hot and cold. You got out of the car. You could see people standing around smoking, old friends hugging and taking selfies. Red plastic cups everywhere. Shirtless guys, bikini-clad girls, familiar faces. It felt like an out of body experience. You followed Jimin, who chose to wear a loose white muscle tee that showed off his toned arms.

“Oh my GOD! Y/n!” You heard some familiar voices of girls from your high school. You smiled and waved, “GIRL YOU LOOK SO GOOD YESSS” You giggled. More girls crowded you, fawning you with compliments, but the attention was short living, as soon they noticed Jimin who was by your side.

Now this glow up made them drool.

“Park Jimin!” “Have you been working out?” “Holy shit, wanna come over later?” “Jiminieeee I missed you oh my gosh”

Good. Take him away sea of ladies. You thought to yourself. Jimin turned to look back at you in worry as he got dragged away. You winked and gave him a supportive thumbs up. Once Jimin was out of sight, you decided to look for Taehyung. 

Where to look first? The pool. You climbed the stairs until you finally got to Hobi’s rooftop, walking out into the intense sun. The pool was packed, music louder here than before. People seemed to be having a great time. There was volleyball, chicken, all sorts of games happening. People were jumping, splashing, it was truly a sight to behold. You saw Junkook right away, with a girl on his shoulders wrestling playfully with Hobi in the water. You stared at him, jaw clenching at how carefree he looked.

“Princess” You turned to see Taehyung, dressed still in partially unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt. In his hand was a cup of what you assumed was beer. “Good to see you” He places a firm kiss onto your lips, lingering a bit. You flinched at the sudden action.

“Taehyung what the fuck” You whispered, looking around to make sure no one had seen you. Taehyung chuckled, wrapping his hand around your waist. His eyes followed where you had been looking earlier.

“Wanna dance with me?” You had no response. Especially because while the two of you were strictly hooking up, Taehyung did seem to really like you, but you suddenly felt overwhelmed. So many people would see you two together. Someone would tell Jimin. And then Jimin would start a fight. Taehyung noticed your hesitation.

“I…I’ll be right back” You wiggled out of Taehyungs grasp and rapidly made your way through the crowd before he could stop you. You barely glanced back long enough to see a confused and slightly hurt look on Taehyung’s face.

It wasn’t long before you heard a whistle.

“Y/n! Babe! Get that sexy ass in the pool” Jungkook cat called. Hobi playfully splashed him, rolling his eyes. The girl on his shoulders just giggled. “Bet I could take you both, if you know what I mean” He winked. You glared at him.

“Excuse me” You felt yourself getting dizzy as Jimin’s voice came booming across the pool. You had no idea when he got up here. He had a few girls surrounding him, but his eyes were glued onto you and Jungkook, who was still in the pool a few feet away from you. He made his way over to you, pulling you back behind him, gritting his teeth. “Get out of the pool Jeon” He spat.

“Nah I’m good Jimin. But hey, I’d be down to share. You me and y/n. Sounds fun” You could hear Hobi mention to the girl that she should probably leave.

“I can’t believe I’ve let you live this long after what you did” Jimin growled, curling his hands into a fist.

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair and smirked, “The fuck did I do? She’s the one screwing Taehyung left right and center. Get mad at her. Bros before Hoes” You placed your hands on Jimin’s arm to keep him from jumping into the pool and pounding Jungkook’s face.

“Jungkook, that’s enough” Hobi said, trying to keep a playful demeanor, “Come on guys, let’s not kill the vibe. Take it inside”

“Any guy here could make a move on her and she’d sleep with them. Because she can. She’s a slut now.” Jungkook raised himself out of the pool, the water dripping down his intense muscles. His tattoos gleamed in the sunlight.

“Inside. Now.” Hobi’s voice became more stern. Jungkook put his hands up in defense. You followed Jimin’s lead and went down into the house, Jungkook trailing closely behind. The three of you reached Hobi’s bedroom.

“Tell me one good reason that I shouldn’t smash your face” Jimin sneered. Jungkook, to your dismay, could not stop smiling.

“I dare you to try”

“Guys!” You finally intervened. “Please, let’s just talk it out” You plopped down on Hobi’s bed. “I wanna get back to the party so just make it quick”

Jungkook suddenly pulled down his shorts. You quickly covered your eyes and Jimin yelled out “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Let’s just have sex.” He whined “It would be so good, think about it. It’s like revenge sex, hate sex, jealous sex all in one.”

You could hear him stroke himself slightly, and you opened your eyes to watch. Jungkook had a body of a God. Your heart raced, unsure if this was a dream.

“You’re insane. I am not having sex with you. And y/n is definitely not.” Jimin approached Jungkook with the intention of pushing him away, but Jungkook was stronger, and simply held Jimin in place, kissing him on the lips. Your eyes widened at the scene. Never would you have thought you would see two of the hottest guys you knew kissing right in front of your eyes.

Jimin pushed Jungkook back, “Dude what the fuck?”

Jungkook licked his lips, “Come on Jimin, don’t be a prude, live a little. It’s an experience”

“My problem isn’t fucking you, it’s you fucking Y/N”

Jungkook turned to you. “Do you want to do this? Do you wanna try it out?”

You bit your lip. You did fantasize about having one someday, just not necessarily with these people. However, Jungkook looked stunning and Jimin made your heart race. It could be amazing.

“I guess I’d be down to experiment…but I don’t know if I’ll like it” You commented, hugging your knees to your chest. Jungkook knelt down and kissed the tops of your knees.

“Oh baby girl, there’s no stopping me once I get my hands on you”

You didn’t have time to process what he said before he was pulling down your shorts and pulling off your top. Your naked breasts bounced in front of his eyes.

“Oh fuck yes” He muttered. He motioned for Jimin to join him on the ground. Next thing you knew, both boys were on their knees before you, each one with their mouth latched to one of your breasts. It was the most erotic sensation you had ever felt. It was overwhelming, and you couldn’t help the loud moans that slid past your lips.

“Oh my…holy…shit that feels” Your sentences were unable to form, it was as if the electric pulses of the way their tongues circled and lapped at your sensitive nipples shut down the rest of your brain. Waves of heat seared through your veins and your hips bucked up unconsciously. Jungkook, who was already naked, helped you lay back on the bed.

“Now, Jimin. Since you two actually like each other or whatever, I’ll let you pick.” He motioned towards your body that was squirming around and begging for their attention. “Pussy or tits”

Jimin frowned at Jungkook’s coarse language, but scanned your body nevertheless, considering his options.

“You are not getting inside her.” He mumbled. Jungkook shrugged.

“Either works” He climbed over your face so that his knees were on either side of you. His large hands pushed your breasts together as he let his long, thick cock slap against your glittering skin. The view wasn’t ideal, but once you felt Jimin’s soft fingers caressing your thighs, you relaxed immediately.

“Condom?” Jungkook asked. Jimin smirked slightly and shook his head. “Oh wow, Park Jimin’s gonna take his bitch raw. Impressive”

“I’m protected you idiot” You mumbled, shutting your eyes so you could focus on the feeling of Jungkook slowly sliding his cock in between your heaving breasts. The invasion accelerated your heartrate. The way his tip just rubbed against the valley of your chest almost feverishly as he picked up his face. You were so turned on you couldn’t believe it.

Jungkook let out soft grunts as he thrusted into you. Meanwhile you could hear Jimin undress and start stroking himself, the sound of skin on skin driving you wild. Your thighs trembled in anticipation.

Finally Jimin was hard and ready for you. He watched carefully as Jungkook fucked your tits mercilessly, his hands clenching your breasts so harshly you were afraid they might bruise. You felt Jimin tease your exposed folds with the tip of his cock. You let out a whimper when he backed up a little to continue stroking himself.

“Jimin” You whined helplessly, “Jimin please. I wanna feel you please”

“I…” Jimin still wasn’t sure that he wanted to do this. Seeing you, with Jungkook almost sitting on your face and using you like a sex doll, it made him feel queasy.

“Jimin baby please I need you” Your voice almost sounded to him like a cry for help. His eyes narrowed at Jungkook who was too fucked out to notice.

Suddenly you felt something wet sprawl all over your stomach. Jungkook came. Everywhere.

“Fuck that was so good” He groaned, releasing his hold on your aching breasts only long enough to slap them harshly before squeezing them again one last time. He carefully got off of you and stood up. You opened your eyes to see Jimin still standing where he was, only this time with his cock out in his hand. Jungkook began to dress himself.

“You missed out Jimin. Oh well” He winked, and as if nothing happened, he was gone.

You and Jimin were silent.

“I…” Jimin stuttered, slightly embarrassed that he froze up and didn’t join in, “I just…couldn’t. The way he was just, using you, I felt…dirty”

You sighed. “Come here” He obeyed, cuddling up behind you. He wasn’t as hard as he could be, so you figured you might as well assist him with that.

You reached down and began stroking his cock. He nestled his face into your neck.

“I’m so sorry y/n” He whispered before letting out a pleasurable whine “I’m so sorry”

He kept apologizing as you jacked him off, eventually spitting in your hands to increase speed at which you pumped him up and down along his length. Something about his pitiful whining was turning you on a lot. You wrapped your whole hand around his cock and guided it in between your ass. Jimin moaned loudly.

“Oh my godddd” He exhaled as you wiggled your ass back and he entered you from behind. “Can we just stay like this for a bit baby? Can you keep my cock warm while I cuddle you hm?”

You nodded, and he softly kissed your neck.

“You’re mine. I’m never sharing you again”

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A/N: i know the smut was very much not satisfying in this, i promise the next part is nice n dirty. hehe. 

taglist: (lmk if you wanna be added!!) @honeyspillings @hollowtree10

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One thing left to try

request: Could you pls write a fic with sinan? Using prompts 13,15,22,29 and 34 from the first list. I thought of maybe At a party y/n needs Sinan's help, so that Burak stops chasing her, so he pretends to be her partner, when Burak doesn't leave her alone, Sinan starts a fight. Thanks!

tag list: @peraltwolf @zaynlikfalls @wwafangirld

prompts used: 13. Don't look at me like that. 15. Just pretend to be my date. 22. You're not my friend anymore, remember? 29. Where did you get those bruises? 34. I'm used to it, don't worry.

"Işik, are you sure you're ready for a high school party?" You asked slowly, your arm wrapped around the blonde girl who held tightly her purse.

Eda next to you chuckled. "You're ready for alcohol? And for people making out with each other? And the smell of cigarettes everywhere?"

"There's nothing to worry about." Isik cut you both off shaking her head. "I'm only here because Osman asked us to come. And nothing bad will happen, they're our classmates."

Eda shrugged. "I'm here for the free booze."

You rolled your eyes with a smile, fixing a bit your skirt while you reached the house where the party was taking place.

"Should we wait for the guys?" You asked glancing at all the cars that were parked in almost the whole block, internally hoping to see one boy in particular.

You stood on your tiptoes trying to recognize any of them, already knowing that Kerem was coming with Osman with his own car.

"Nah." Eda brushed it off. "I bet Sinan isn't even coming, and it's already crowded inside."

You were slightly discouraged. You didn’t want one boy to control your whole mood without truly knowing, but you couldn’t avoid feeling that way towards him. You two had been friends for a while before you got closer with the whole expulsion thing. The girls already knew about your feelings for Sinan, but you wouldn’t risk ruining one of your friendships only because of a crush.

"Are you sure?" Işik asked a bit worried, but you were already opening the door without knocking.

You three were instantly greeted by loud music and people everywhere. The walls seemed to shake from the heavy bass blasting through the speakers, hurting your ears but you tried not to mind.

You turned to Işik with a smile. "So? What do you think?"

She opened her mouth to speak, with no words coming out as she looked around the house. You chuckled lightly. "Anyway, I'll grab something to drink. What do you want?"

"A soda, please."

"Beer. We'll...walk around until the boys show up, okay?" Eda said over the music.

You nodded before walking away, greeting a few people and trying not to bump into the many couples who were shoved up against the wall making out or the kids who were too drunk to properly walk.

“You’re no fun, (Y/N).” Eda complained with a huff.

You only took a sip of your soda. "I'm plenty of fun, in fact, I...oh shit."

Before you could notice that Işik was waving at the guys who had just arrived to come over at your place near the kitchen counter, you had already left the room trying not to run into Burak.

You two had talked a few times because you were in the same school year, but since Eda had turned him down, he seemed to be keen on going on a date with you. You wanted to avoid confrontation the best you could, already knowing that when the whole thing with Eda happened, he hadn't reacted well.

So, that was the reason why you were making your way between the crowd of people with one hand covering your can of soda trying to hide from him. The house was crowded, with almost your whole school inside. You weren't even sure whose birthday it was, only receiving the invitation from Osman who had a few extra, giving the rest to your other friends.

Once you found herself outside in the small garden, you allowed yourself to catch a breath. There were only a few people mingling outside, but a hand on your upper back startled you.

You cursed under your breath, almost spilling your soda. "God, you scared me."

Sinan rolled his eyes with an already opened beer in his hand which didn't surprise you. "You okay? I saw you storm off."

You shrugged. "Yeah, I'm fine. I thought you wouldn't come."

He furrowed his brows slightly. "Why?"

You shrugged, tugging on his arm so you could sit down on the steps leading to the garden, trying your best that your skirt wouldn't ride up. "You hate high school parties."

"What's to like from annoying music and people I can't stand being around?" He asked sarcastically making you chuckle. "I was dreading this, but Osman needed us here." He concluded before taking a long sip of his beer.

You nodded. "Yeah, I can't believe we convinced Işik. But it's not that bad."

He glanced at you, absentmindedly fumbling with his hands while you continued sipping on your soda. "You look nice."

It was no secret around your friends how much Sinan adored you. You were the only one he never snapped at unless he was really angry, but he usually kept his emotions at bay. Everybody noticed how his mood changed around you. Everybody but you, not thinking much about how he always seemed to have a faint smile when you were in the same room or how he truly appreciated that you went out of your way to talk to him at least once every day.

You gave him a side smile. "Thanks." You eyed him up and down, wearing his usual grey shirt, black jeans, and combat boots. "You don't look that bad either."

After a few minutes passed and it started to get cold, he nudged you. "Wanna go back inside?"

"Um..." You trailed off even if you truly wanted to go back with the rest. "I'm fine, you go ahead if you want. I'll catch up with you."

He furrowed his brows. "Are you sure you're fine? You seemed pretty upset before." He doubted for a moment while you looked down at the floor. "If you want to leave, we..."

"No." You interrupted shaking your head.

You certainly didn't want to leave. But you knew you couldn't avoid Burak all night, and if you ran into him you would end up snapping at him.

An idea popped into your head, remembering how Burak had left Eda alone when Kerem faked being his boyfriend. "I mean...can you do me a favor?"

It was risky to ask him, but Kerem was already dating Eda and Osman was busy with his business, the main reason why you all were there. And it was only a simple favor, you could hide your true feelings like you had the past weeks.

He shrugged, taking another sip of his beer. "What?"

You gave him a grin trying to convince him to follow your plan. "Can you pretend to be my boyfriend? Please."

He almost choked on his beer, coughing a bit while looking at you with utter confusion. "What the hell?"

"Burak has been annoying me all week and this is the only way he'll leave me alone. Please, Sinan. Just pretend to be my date." You continued, giving him your softest puppy eyes.

He scoffed, looking away to avoid your look. "Don't look at me like that." He mumbled.

"Like what?" You played dumb, continuing looking at him like that so he'd give in.

"Like you've never broken a plate in your whole life." He replied sarcastically. "Why don't you just tell him to fuck off?"

You rolled your eyes. "I've already tried to. Come on, it's only one night. I would do the same for you." You practically begged him.

You expected him to get up and leave, saying that your plan was crazy and didn't have any probability of going right. However, after a few seconds, he sighed and gulped down most of his beer, leaving the empty can next to him. "Fine."

While you smiled and mentally cheered, he turned to you. "What do you need me to do?"

"Improvise." You said like it was obvious. "Just um, flirt with me and act like I'm your girlfriend. It can't be that hard."

Noticing that he still seemed unsure of everything and wasn't really sure of what to do, you continued. "Look, from now on, we aren't friends, we're in a relationship. So, just act like I’d believe everything and lie to me."

He thought about it for a few seconds before nodding, getting up from his spot, and extending his hand to help you get up. When Sinan's fingers skimmed over your wrist gently, you rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand tightly.

"You're not my friend anymore, remember?" You teased before dragging him inside the house.

The stares you two received while walking straight to the kitchen were enough to tell you that you had made the right decision. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Burak staring at you intensely ignoring whatever one of his friends was blabbering on about to him. You could feel that Sinan also noticed that, pulling you closer to him by wrapping an arm around your waist. You almost shivered once you felt his cold hand on the small spot of skin just above your skirt, but you didn't think much about the sparks that ignited at the skin on skin contact.

Once you two reached the kitchen, you grabbed a beer and a soda, handing the alcohol beverage to Sinan who quickly downed it while you sat on the counter, your hands still intertwined.

Eda quickly joined you two. "There you are!" She grinned at you, clearly already a bit tipsy. "Aw, you're holding hands, did you tell him?" She gushed to you, loud enough for him to hear.

You chuckled awkwardly, disconnecting your hands while covering the girl's mouth. "Yes, I told him about Burak." You gritted out, already sure that your cheeks had to be red. "You're already wasted, don't do anything I wouldn’t do." You grinned playfully at the boy, receiving a timid smile from him.

"So you guys are dating now." Eda continued leaning against the counter, a smirk on her face. "That's cool."

"I'll take care of her." Sinan offered, already annoyed with her.

After a few seconds, you nodded, leaving your spot on the counter once you noticed Işik nearby, your eyes lighting up. "Işik, let's dance!"

You weren't sure how many hours had passed that you had been dancing with Kerem and Osman, but after a while, your legs ached from twirling around Işik, so you walked away from the living room to the hallway where there weren't many people.

"(Y/N)!"

A voice calling you out made you stop dead in your tracks, turning around with a fake smile plastered on your face even if you were internally gagging.

"Burak, I didn't see you before." You greeted him, continuing to walk towards the kitchen.

He just followed you, making you roll your eyes when he wasn't staring at you. "You look pretty."

"Mhm." Was all you replied, looking through the fridge to find at least a bottle of water, already knowing that if you left Sinan and Eda alone they had downed at least five more beers each one.

"Here, let me help you with that." He offered as you struggled with four bottles of water.

"I'm fine." You cut him off with confidence. "I've got it, and my friends and boyfriend are waiting for me, so..." You trailed off.

Taking to your advantage the fact that he was too shocked to say anything else, you managed to escape, making a beeline to were your friends were standing in a corner of the room.

"Here you go." You said handing a bottle to Işik, Eda, and Sinan. "I figured it would help if you have a migraine." You explained standing next to Sinan.

He nodded, a faint smile on his face as you wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Osman left after saying he had to do something, and you soon found yourself alone with the boy again after Işik said she was going to the bathroom and Eda dragged Kerem to dance with her.

You sipped absentmindedly on your water. "Thanks for everything, I owe you one."

He shrugged, clearly not bothered by it but you weren't sure if it was because of his emotionless attitude or something else.

Once you'd finished your water, you turned to him. "Come, let's dance."

"No, (Y/N)." He refused immediately shaking his head.

"Sinan, I'm not going to leave you here alone." You persisted, continuing to pull him by his hand.

He wouldn't budge. "I'm already here, dancing crosses the line."

"You can't only come and drink everything that's alcohol."

"I..."

"Not much of a boyfriend, huh?"

Burak's teasing voice made you stop abruptly, glancing at Sinan who only looked at him with a hard stare.

"I'm just saying, I wouldn't leave (Y/N) alone if she was my girl." He continued.

"Well, she isn't yours." Sinan snapped, trying to appear unbothered by him but with a scowl on his face.

You tugged in his arm. "Sinan, let's leave."

"What are you even doing here?" Burak asked sarcastically. "You hate everybody, I'm sure she convinced you to come. Too bad, who knows what could happen to her here..."

You knew those were just empty threats, so while you scoffed and tried to tug him to leave, Sinan only pushed you behind him slightly, making you release your grip on his arm.

"If you even touch a hair on her head I..." Sinan began with his hands balled into a fist.

"Sinan, please. Just cut it off." You tried to argue.

Nevertheless, you already knew he wouldn't listen. He was furious, his jaw clenched, stormy eyes and sending daggers to the boy in front of him.

Burak only snickered. “Tell me, I want to know.” He taunted, getting right into his face. “What are you going to do about it? You’re just going to let me continue flirting with her?”

You rolled your eyes. “Fuck off.”

“Maybe if you relied more on mental strength instead of muscular strength you would have gotten a chance.” Sinan shot back sarcastically.

Burak shoved him, lifting his fist in the air but before he could even punch him, Sinan tackled him into the ground to punch him. You froze, watching how Sinan’s fist hit Burak over and over again until Burak punched his side, making him lose his breath before he pulled Sinan in a chokehold.

“Stop! Stop it, you guys, stop it!” You tried to move towards them to break them apart, stopping once a pair of arms wrapped around her waist.

“Stay out of it,” Osman advised, his eyes staring sullenly at the fight. “You’re only going to get yourself hurt. Işik, hold her.” He called out.

“What’s going on?” The girl asked confused once Osman handed you to her, going straight at the fight to stop it. “Oh my God.” She mumbled, shock on her eyes.

Kerem and Osman broke them apart along with a few other guys. You only could gasp in surprise once you saw Sinan and his bruised cheekbone, along with the cut on his eyebrow.

“Hey, hey, come here. You’re fine.” You tried to comfort him, looping an arm around his shoulders just like Osman.

You couldn’t help but furrow your brows at how he seemed to wince while you tried to get out of the house as fast as possible, not wanting another fight to happen.

You wouldn’t let him out of your sight, so you continued with your arm wrapped around his shoulders, him not complaining but supporting almost his whole body on you.

“We’re not going to fit in.” Işik pointed out once you reached Kerem’s car.

You knew Sinan would just brush it off and say he was fine, but you wouldn’t allow him. “It’s fine, I um...we’ll take a taxi and stop by a pharmacy first. You should go first.”

Before anyone could complain, Eda, still drunk, chuckled. “You two are so cute together.”

You nodded absentmindedly, trying your best to hold Sinan who seemed to still be catching his breath. “Yeah, go and sleep in the back of the car. Take care of her.”

“We will. You take care of him.” Kerem said before getting into the car.

“Bye.”

“See ya!”

“Goodnight.”

Once they left, you sighed, a bit nervous that the boy hadn’t said a word yet. “Come, let’s sit there.”

You slowly walked towards a bench in front of a park. After a few minutes, you reappeared with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and some cotton balls after rushing to a nearby pharmacy.

“Give me your hands.” Your ordered, feeling something break inside of you while you scanned his knuckles with fresh blood and open wounds scattered across them. “Fuck.”

He only pursed his lips, his brows slightly furrowed as he tried not to show how he truly felt until he couldn’t anymore. While you continued cleaning his knuckles, a shaky cough made you stop.

You raised your brow at him. “Lift your shirt.”

He didn’t have any intentions of doing so, his eyes still staring ahead of him before he coughed again. “Sinan, do it.” You ordered again tugging at the end of his shirt.

The red bruises scattered along his abdomen made your breath hitch in the back of your throat, instantly holding your still cold bottle of water against them. “Where did you get those bruises? Oh my God.”

“When Osman held you and Burak pinned me to the ground.” He explained under your worried gaze. “I’m fine, what about you?”

You scoffed. “You aren’t fine. Drink this.”

You handed him your bottle of water, sighing once you noticed the trace of blood coming from his eyebrow, cleaning with your thumb before it reached his cheekbone.

“I’m sorry you got into a fight because of me.” You said softly, your fingers lingering on the bruise on his cheek.

You cupped his face, Sinan instantly leaning into your touch. He had thought about it before, how it would feel to be this close to you, and now it was happening.

“How was I supposed to keep calm when he said that about you?” He asked, his jaw clenching again as he remembered Burak’s words.

You brushed it off, your thumb stroking his cheek to try to comfort him with a simple gesture. “I’m used to it, don’t worry. I don’t care anymore about what he says, he’s an asshole.”

“God, don’t say that.” He furrowed his brows before swallowing. “You shouldn’t be treated like that by anyone.”

His whole body was tense and his breathing was heavy, so you tried to make him listen to you so he would forget about everything. “Hey, just...focus on me, okay?”

He used all his willpower to nod, to not go right at the house again, and continue beating Burak up. "How was the party? Everything you expected?"

"No." You bluntly stated making him chuckle. "What about you? Did you have the awful time you expected?"

He gave you a side smile. "Not really, but I'm never doing it again."

"What? Faking to be my boyfriend?" You teased rubbing your eyes, too tired to care about your mascara probably now smudged.

When he didn't answer and only stared at you with a different expression you decided to take a leap of faith.

You slowly leaned forward, closing the gap between the two you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling your heart on fire while his mind raced, in disbelief that you were actually kissing him. One of his hands found the back of your head, fingers twisting in your hair as he pushed you closer to him, deepening the kiss. You felt his other hand on your lower back, just where your shirt ended.

After a few seconds, you broke apart first, your forehead leaning against his while you held his hand.

"Oh." You chuckled noticing how Sinan's poor lips were now covered in the red lipstick you were wearing and a bit swollen.

You used your thumb to clean it off, almost not noticing the small smile on his face.

"Let's get a taxi, shouldn't we?" He asked.

You nodded and stood up, the boy's arm around your waist keeping you closer to him. With your heart still beating more than usual, you couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if he had followed his instincts and hadn't come to the party.

[cesabutterflywrites]

Maybe-Nevers

@jasperwhitcock made a post that put me into a trance-like state where I needed to write this little oneshot or I’d explode 

though i chose a different song than what you put in the tags Cassandra it just came on as i wrote the first bit and felt too perfect

Summary: As Jacob struggles with the frustrations of make up homework, Bella does what she can to be there for him. What was an attempt to meet Jacob halfway turns into a moment that adds to the list of ways Jacob has helped her heal from loss. Ao3 link

Songs: Through Fire and Flames by Dragonforce , It’s the Only One You’ve Got by 3 Doors Down

Word Count: 1823

Maybe-Nevers 

It was a homework day for us, so that meant it was quiet time in the garage. 

I liked doing homework in the garage with Jacob. He had a desk in the far back that he used for making lists for parts, plans for engines, and pieces of tiny machine parts that I assumed were spark plugs. On homework days we'd push that to the side against the wall. I was content keeping my reading on my lap and my writing on the desk, since he had a habit of sprawling his work out. 

The only sounds between us were our pencils scribbling on our assignments. I was so engrossed with my history assignment about the 1960s Civil Rights movement that I didn't notice that Jacob was struggling until I heard the sharp snap! of his pencil breaking. 

I jumped at the sound. I looked him up and down. Jacob's fists were shaking. 

I tried to keep my voice calm for him. "What's wrong?" 

His mouth was shut tight, and I could tell he was grinding his teeth. I tentatively put my hand on his arm. It was hotter than his usual heat. I could feel his muscles straining, but his arms stopped shaking as he registered my touch. 

"I just-" Jacob took in a deep breath when I started rubbing my thumb back and forth. His words became slow and deliberate. "I just find it frustrating. Not only do I have a ton of make up work to do, every time I feel too stupid to get it I- I want-" 

He ripped his arm away from me. He ran his hands through his short hair. My heart ached for him. Not in the way it ached for…others…but in the way it did for him. Seeing my personal sun struggling with his new self hurt. 

"What can I do to help? I can help." I knew I was begging for my own selfish reasons. I didn’t want to see my friend so stressed. I tried to take a deep breath quietly. I don't need to be scared. Jacob would never hurt me. 

His back was turned to me. He had his arms crossed, and his breathing was ragged. "Bella, I need you to leave me alone for a sec. I need a break from thinking about math and shit." 

"Okay…" I trailed off. I grabbed my bag and supplies as quick as possible, which meant that I kept dropping pencils as I walked towards the door. 

"No, Bella, I don't want you to leave for good." Jacob rolled his eyes for emphasis. "I just need a few minutes to take a break, okay. Go wait in the house and have a snack or something." 

I was confused, but I set the stuff that was still in my arms by the door. I threw a confused look over my shoulder to see Jacob walking over to the radio. 

Oh. He was going to listen to some music, and he remembered that I don't like listening to music. 

I hurried out the door before I could hear whatever song he put on. I made it halfway down the path towards the house before I stopped. Jacob didn't listen to love songs, right? Maybe…maybe I could go be there with him. I could try. 

I made my way towards the garage with intention. If he needed a break to listen to some music, I'd be there. He already had to try adjusting on his own so much. I wasn’t there for him when he changed. The least I could do was put myself through some…discomfort...for him. 

I didn't recognize the blasting beat as I opened the door. What I did recognize was Jacob smiling as he moved things around the garage. He was nodding his head along to the bass as an electric guitar solo played. 

I didn't move from the doorway yet. I was too busy admiring the way he looked like his old self. I was too caught up in seeing my smile. The grin that reminded me of the sun. 

He noticed me as the lyrics started up. His face went from shock, to confusion, to closed off. "Sorry." He went towards the radio but I blocked him before he could. 

"No, no. It's okay." I tried to smile at him. "I'm okay."  

The song was still permeating through the garage with its loud shrieks of electric guitar strings being strained. It was tough, angry, and I really did like it. 

I tilted my head towards the radio. "What song is this?" I asked loudly. 

Jacob eyed me for a second. Probably to gauge my reaction or wait to see me fall apart. I didn't blame him, a part of me was waiting for it too. Yet I knew I would be okay. I was with Jacob. He would keep me together. 

" Through Fire and Flames by Dragonforce." 

A good, tough, angry title. I could dig that. I nodded along off-beat as the solo kept building up. I giggled, sure I was making a fool out of myself. 

Jacob seemed to loosen up just watching me. "I didn’t take you for a metalhead, Bella.” 

I laughed. “Me neither” 

As Jacob started to close the space between us, the song ended on a final guitar shriek. Soon I heard the beat of drums that were much tamer than the first song. Soon a man’s voice started singing. 

I froze. The words were draping me and skirting around the edges of the hole in my chest. I think Jacob noticed the change. He reached behind me to turn it off, but I grabbed his hand. I looked up at him. My eyes were welling up with tears, and I knew I probably looked terrified. 

Each lyric felt purposeful. Like this song was from Jacob to me. I wanted to try it out. I...needed to stay with him. Without letting myself chicken out, I put my hands on his shoulders and started to sway. He didn’t stop me. Instead he put his hands at the small of my back and swayed with me. 

We went in circles around the space in the front of the garage. The words were draping over us like waves of healing water. The singer’s voice was rough and warm but tender. So soft, just like Jacob was as he held me. I leaned my head on his chest to hide my tears. 

This wasn’t a love song. Well, not a romantic one. 

Jacob started humming along. 

“You know this one too?” I whispered. 

“Of course. It reminds me of you.” 

I blushed, and brought my face away from his chest to look at him. His face was free of anger and frustration. He was soft. His brown eyes were seeing me. It was as if he was reading my mind, something even...it was something no one had ever been able to do. 

“Memories have left you broken.

And the scars have never healed.

The emptiness in you is growing.

With so little left to feel.

You're scared to look back on the days before.

You're too tired to move on.” 

We kept sway-dancing. I recalled the time when he showed up to my school dance. We had a bit more rhythm now. Maybe because changing into a wolf had given him more than a cure from clumsiness. It seemed to have given him a sense of rhythm that I still lacked. He was strong enough to lead this dance now.

“Jacob…” I started. He put his finger on my lips. 

“Just listen, Bella.” he commanded quietly. 

I obeyed, but only because I knew that the hole threatening to burst open was only closed because he was holding me. 

The music swelled, and suddenly he started moving us with purpose. Simple steps to still keep me upright, but we were becoming one with the song as it spoke to both of us. 

“You hide behind your walls of 'maybe nevers'

Forgetting that there's something more,

Than just knowing better.

Your mistakes do not define you now

They tell you who you're not.

You've got to live this life you're given,

Like it's the only one you've got.”

I smiled, which turned into a giggle, which turned to gleeful laughter as he spun us around. He lifted me into the air. 

“Oh, what will it take?

Oh, to get you to say that I'll try.

And what would you say if this

Was the last day of your life?” 

Jacob’s voice wasn’t smooth like ice. It didn’t hit a perfect pitch. It was gruff as the man on the radio. He was hitting a deeper timbre, which seemed to harmonize perfectly. His singing voice was pleasant. I’d heard him hum to himself before, even when he tried not to let me hear. Still, I heard what he was saying clearly this time. I knew what he was asking me.

I couldn’t tell if we were still dancing in rhythm, but I knew he was holding us as we went. The garage blurred around us from my tears. He was still clear. He was radiating warmth and compassion and kindness. 

We rode out the final chorus by going back to the sway-dance we started. I was full on sobbing now. He just held me. In his unique, quiet understanding, he didn’t try to speak to me. He let me cry into his chest. Eventually he picked me up to move us to the rolling chair by the desk. He just held me as I sobbed. The radio hadn’t been turned off, but the music was just a pleasant buzzing in the background. 

He pet my hair gently. I eventually brought myself back to the present through the sound of his heartbeat. It was like a steady drum. The sweetest song I would ever hear if I could help it. 

I pulled back. I smiled sheepishly while I wiped my eyes. “Sorry ‘bout that.” 

His lips upturned in a sad grin as he helped me wipe the tears. “Don’t be. Thank you for that. I needed that.” 

I nodded. “I think I did, too.” 

He looked at the desk next to us, then the clock on the wall. It was past our usual end time. He started chuckling. “Well, I guess we’ll have to save the rest of our work for next homework day.” 

I giggled. I pushed myself up off of his lap. “Let’s eat dinner, then.” 

He helped me gather my things. Then we left towards the house where Charlie was probably waiting with Billy. I noticed that the radio hadn’t been turned off as we walked down the path to the small house. Jacob kept watching me, trying not to make me notice. I think he was waiting for me to curl up in pain. 

I didn’t, and I held it together through the night as I slept. 

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[anonfanfic]

Life of the Party || Clexa Small Town AU

The huge bonfire crackled and hissed in the distance. Lexa wasn’t sure what she was doing at this party. She hated parties, she hated crowds, and she hated most of the people gathered around the fire yelling and laughing way too loud. She could already smell the stale beer and cheap vodka all around her. 

“Holy shit, I didn’t think you’d actually show.” Lexa spun around to see Clarke holding a red plastic cup and smirking at her.

“Yeah well,” Lexa’s right hand was clutching her left forearm protectively. She couldn’t hide how uncomfortable she was in this environment. “I’m full of surprises.” 

Clarke walked over to Lexa and the second she started to speak again Lexa could smell the liquor on her breath.

“Are you staying long?” Clarke reached out and pulled Lexa into a tight hug. “Or are you gonna disappear like you always do?” 

Lexa wrapped an arm loosely around Clarke’s waist and smiled. “You know me too well.” 

Clarke pulled away and took Lexa’s hand, pulling her toward the crowd gathered around the fire.

“Come on, we’ll get you a drink.” 

Lexa didn’t want to be here, but Clarke was here and that was enough to get her to stay for at least one drink.

The air smelled like smoke and alcohol. It was a dizzying combination made only more intoxicating with each drink Clarke handed to Lexa.

At some point, music started to blare from one of the cars parked nearby. People started to jump, scream the lyrics, and grind against the nearest body.

Lexa watched Clarke in the middle of a group of people shaking her hips and finished yet another cup of alcohol. 

After a particularly loud song ended with a final bass drop, Clarke came over and wrapped her arms around Lexa’s shoulders. 

“You’re still here!” Clarke’s voice was slurred and Lexa put a hand on Clarke’s waist to steady her.

“I am.” Lexa looked down and could see just how blasted Clarke was. “You aren’t driving home tonight, right?” 

Clarke shook her head and smiled. “No, I’m sleeping at Raven’s tonight.”

Lexa’s brow furrowed in concern. “Raven just left half an hour ago with Finn.”

Clarke pouted dramatically and went to reach for another drink, but Lexa took her arm.

“Why don’t I drive you home.” 

Clarke eyes went wide. “I can’t go home, my parents would murder me.”

Lexa thought for a long moment, looking around as the crowd around them started to thin. People were pairing off or just sitting next to the dying fire still singing along with music that had long since stopped. 

“Alright,” Lexa made a decision. “We’re gonna crash at Lincoln’s tonight.”

Clarke’s eyes were wide again. Lexa could see the embers of the remaining flames dancing behind the bright blue.

“It’s fine. He’ll be cool and in the morning I can either take you to Raven’s or to your house.” 

Clarke nodded along with Lexa’s words though Lexa wasn’t sure if Clarke understood anything she was saying. 

“Let’s get out of here and maybe find you some water.”

Clarke nodded again, this time reaching down and lacing her fingers with Lexa’s as they walked back to Lexa’s truck. There was a rush of electricity that started at Lexa’s fingertips and charged through her body to her chest. The surge seemed to pull all the oxygen from Lexa’s lungs as she fought to inhale the closer they got to her truck.

Lexa helped Clarke into her truck, her mind still racing through everything that was happening. It was like the world was moving so much quicker than she could keep up, but she was trying her best stay above water.

Lincoln’s place wasn’t far from where the party had been held, and Clarke had taken the opportunity to play Lexa’s radio as loud as she could a sing along to some cheery pop song Lexa’s didn’t know. It didn’t stop her from looking at Clarke and cracking up as she pretended to be on stage performing.

They got to Lincoln’s and Lexa used her spare key to get into the small, dark house. There was little chance Lincoln would walk up and if he did Lexa knew she would need to do some serious explaining as to why a drunk Clarke Griffin was now raiding his fridge.

“Okay, let’s get you to bed,” Lexa whispered, after Clarke had downed a large cup of water and taken the leftover burger that Lincoln had in his fridge. Lexa made a note to grab Lincoln dinner tomorrow.

Lexa carefully maneuvered Clarke to the guest bedroom on the other side of the house and got her settled into the small bed. She grabbed the trash can from the bathroom and placed it next to the bed.

“I’ll be right over there if you need me.” Lexa pointed to the floor near the closet where she would be camping out for the rest of the night.

Lexa turned to walk away, but felt Clarke grab her wrist.

“Stay here with me.” Clarke patted the bed.

“No, it’s way too small. You need to rest.” Lexa looked down at Clarke’s hand grasping her wrist and felt the same shock move through her system, but this one stopped in the pit of her stomach.

“I can make room.” Clarke moved over and once again patted the bed in front of her. “Please…” Clarke stuck out her bottom lip and batted her eyes up at Lexa. “For me?” 

Lexa felt her resolve crumble. This was a bad idea. The only thing worse than Lincoln finding out Lexa had hidden Clarke here was Lincoln waking up to Lexa and Clarke sharing a bed and reeking of booze. 

“Fine,” Lexa kicked off her boots. “But only until you fall asleep.”

Clarke smiled and released Lexa moving one of the pillows as Lexa settled into her spot. 

The bed was far too small for this. Clarke’s body was flush against Lexa’s as she pulled the covers up. Clarke draped an arm over Lexa’s stomach and wiggled her body around until she finally got comfortable. Lexa felt Clarke’s warm breath on her neck and it was almost enough to make her jump out of bed. This was too close. This was crossing a line with Clarke who was too far gone to know it.

“Lexa?” Clarke’s voice came through the dark. “I love you.”

Lexa’s heart stopped. This had to be some fever dream. Lexa was at home in bed, she had never actually gone to the party. This couldn’t be real.

Lexa swallowed, feeling a lump the size of a boulder in her throat. 

“Tell me that again when you’re sober.” Lexa whispered back.

There was a moment of silence that made Lexa’s ears buzz like a nest full of wasps.

“Deal.”

[raleighcarrera]

29. Best Drunken Night vs Worst Drunken Night for Raleigh x MC perhaps? 🥺

best vs. worst prompts / 29. best drunken night vs. worst drunken night

the worst time 

“oh my god.” her voice is hushed -- awed, really, as she glances around the space they’ve closed themselves in with eyes so wide they feel likely to bug out of her head at any moment. “this is -- we’re in -- is this ariana spielman’s closet?”

cadence’s head whips around just in time to catch the disinterested, almost bored shrug of raleigh’s shoulders. “guess so.”

the door he’s leaning against is vibrating with the bass from the music blasting from downstairs. one of the silver buttons on raleigh’s jacket clanks against the wood loudly. 

“she has, like -- seventy birkin bags,” she breathes, slowly shaking her head as she takes in the expansive wall of purses to her right. “i can’t believe i’m in here. i can’t believe we’re even in her house.”

“i hate los angeles,” raleigh mumbles, pushing off from the wall and strolling over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. “this party sucks.”

admittedly, the party did sort of suck, but they’d had enough free drinks and free food to make the evening tolerable, even if the crowd at ariana’s house was mostly made up of the sort of c-list celebrities who were desperate to document everything on social media and tried to shove their cellphones in raleigh’s face every time he started mixing a drink.

it was never like this, at home in new york. most of their friends were cool and normal and while their parties were always the sort of events that kept them up until dawn they’d tended to be more low-key, lately, minimizing the amount of attention they got during what was supposed to be their down time.

out in LA everyone was looking for their fifteen minutes. so drinking downstairs with the rest of the crowd wasn’t just hanging out like it was in new york; it was a performance in and of itself. people were watching them, their thumbs already poised over a blank tweet.

she didn’t blame raleigh for disliking it. she disliked it, too. that was why she’d suggested finding some place they could be alone and let him drag her up here -- into ariana spielman’s beautiful, enormous closet.

cadence squeezes her hands affectionately on raleigh’s arms where they’re looped around her. “we can’t hook up in here.”

the sigh he expels into her ear is loud and exasperated. “why not?”

cadence lifts a hand to point up at the ceiling. “she has cameras.”

the pointed silence from behind her leads her to believe that raleigh doesn’t take issue with that as much as she does. “raleigh.”

“okay, okay. i’ll save it for the hotel. just -- i need a few minutes before we go back down there.”

she spins in his arms to look at his face. raleigh looks tired, in the awful in-between of drunk but not drunk enough. her expression softens.

ever-so-delicately, she leans in and presses her lips to the tip of his nose. raleigh sighs, tightening his grip on her. 

“you know,” cadence murmurs, “there was probably once a time where i wouldn’t have been able to drag you out of there even if i did want to have sex in ariana spielman’s closet.”

raleigh rolls his eyes. “untrue,” he argues, “i’d leave any party, anywhere, any time... for even five minutes alone with you.” there’s a beat where she tries to stifle her smile and he rolls his shoulders, pursing his lips before continuing, “but i know what you mean. i guess i just -- don’t see the appeal in playing along with all this fake shit.” his eyes focus on her face slowly, some of the cloud brought on by all the tequila they’d had downstairs lifting. “not anymore.”

she bounces up onto her tip-toes to kiss him, swallowing the drunk giggles that are threatening. if they weren’t going to commit, they probably should have drank a little bit less -- she’s wobbly and unsteady on her feet in a way that’s going to make their flight home tomorrow miserable, but not drunk enough to actually be having any fun at this party that is, admittedly, incredibly fucking lame.

raleigh’s hands squeeze her hips one last time before he pulls away. “we should probably go be seen for a little while longer, huh?”

her mouth twists sympathetically. “yeah. but we can leave in an hour.”

“here’s hoping.”

they shuffle back to the closed door together, though when raleigh reaches out for the handle it doesn’t budge, holding firmly in place. he frowns, jiggling the knob.

“what’s wrong?” she asks, blinking slowly, her brain struggling to process what’s happening.

raleigh’s frown deepens into a scowl. “i think it’s locked.”

“from the outside? no.” pushing his hand away, she tries the door, too, eyes widening when it holds resolutely still. “oh my god.”

“you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he says, stepping away with a groan. “can we call someone?”

“i don’t have her number. do you?”

she squeezes his shoulder as he pulls out his phone, mumbling to himself. her head is still swimming, but even she can understand that lately it feels like neither of them can quite catch a break -- there’s always something.

and she definitely had higher hopes for their weekend in LA, and even tonight. she’d expected this party to be a chance to get away from it all and let loose, not be some place where they had to constantly keep looking over their shoulders for cameras.

“maybe it’s a sign we should just stay up here,” she suggests, nuzzling her face into raleigh’s jacket. 

the hum he gives in response is equal parts interested and annoyed. “don’t tempt me.”

the best time

they’re definitely past capacity on their penthouse.

everywhere she looks there’s wall-to-wall people dancing and drinking, laughing and shouting. the floor beneath her feet feels like it’s shaking from how loud the music is.

raleigh’s standing on the countertop in their kitchen. his eyes light up when he sees her.

raising his voice to be heard above all the excitement, he screams, “cadence! come up here!”

the crowd parts to clear a path for her, cheering as she makes her way over. climbing up onto the counter in her miniskirt is far from the most graceful thing she’s ever done, especially after the bottle of wine she’d had at dinner and the four or five or forty-five martinis raleigh had poured her, but she manages, and soon she’s squeezed into the space beside their cabinets with her boyfriend and he’s got one strong arm slung warmly across her shoulders while the other lifts the bottle of dom in his left hand high enough that the top smacks into their kitchen ceiling.

“a toast!” raleigh declares, to the delight of the crowd below them. she tilts her head to grin at him and laughs loudly when raleigh glances at her out of the corners of his eyes and then grins back, wide and goofy like the both of them are in on the same private joke. “to the beautiful, phenomenal, exceptional, fantastic, talented --”

“jesus christ, raleigh.”

“ -- brilliant,” he continues, even more loudly, “can i get a drum roll please? thank you, visionary, otherworldly, and of course, devastatingly sexy vinyl award winning cadence dorian!”

he doesn’t give her a chance to bury her face in her hands like she so badly wants to. as soon as people start to cheer, he leans down and presses his lips forcefully against hers, smacking a loud, almost aggressive kiss onto her lips. 

then he shoves the bottle of champagne in her face and forces her to tilt her head back to accept the drink he’s quite literally pouring down her throat, her laughter giving way to coughs that make him laugh, too, the broad palm he’d had settled on her shoulder slowly making its way down her back to rest on the curve of her ass.

“to cadence!” roars someone again from the floor, and as everyone pounds their feet harder, she looks back to raleigh, flushed and grinning while he drains what’s left in the bottle and immediately switches it out for another. 

“speech!” raleigh crows into her ear, “speech, speech, speech --”

“oh my god, thank you everyone!” her palm claps over his mouth and doesn’t move even when his tongue licks across her hand slowly, back and forth and back again. “it means so much to celebrate with all of you tonight. thanks so much for coming and for all your support and -- remember that anything that happens here tonight was all raleigh’s fault, okay?”

the volume on the music increases as the crowd turns their attention back to dancing. raleigh slips both his arms around her waist from behind and presses up against her, somehow managing to stay on-beat with the swing of his hips despite the fact that he’s so drunk he can barely stand. she laughs as she rocks back against him, then laughs louder when he groans lowly into her ear.

“don’t think that you can get away with murder just ‘cause this party is for you, okay?” 

the words are said so quietly she almost misses them, each consonant soft and slurred. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“yeah, right,” raleigh counters, the sharp bark of his laugh punctuated by the way he presses forward firmly, the hard line of his body shiver-inducing even through the layers of fabric between them. “you think i’m just gonna let you get away with that? i’m --”

“you should at least get down, if you’re going to do that.” cadence blinks, glancing down to see zadie screaming up at the both of them. “we don’t all need to see you dry hump each other.”

raleigh’s arms tighten around her before she can even think about moving, though her face feels hot beyond just what the alcohol should’ve done to her. “hey,” he calls back, “it’s her party.”

she wiggles down to her knees, plucking the mostly full bottle of dom from raleigh’s hand and holding it out to zadie with her eyebrows arched. “call it even?”

“totally,” she agrees, taking the bottle from cadence and departing back into the living room with barely a wave over her shoulder. 

cadence moves the rest of the way down and slides to the edge, letting her legs dangle off the counter. within moments raleigh is beside her, gangly limbs tangled around her again near-immediately. “are you having fun?”

“best time of my life,” she answers honestly, though that was how parties with raleigh always felt -- like he was in constant competition with himself to outdo their last evening out together. “thanks for making this so special for me.”

“i’d do anything for you.” his voice is suddenly oddly serious, out of sorts with the playful mood he’s been in. she blinks at him, then laughs when he shatters the stillness as quickly as it’d come by ducking back in to steal another kiss. 

raleigh jumps off the counter abruptly, before she can deepen the kiss to something more extreme, and hooks her legs around his waist from behind. “c’mon, popstar,” he directs, before she can question what he’s doing, and as if on autopilot, her body swings onto his back so he can carry her, her hands finding his hair and her lips spreading into a delighted smile. “let’s go get you the kudos you deserve, eh?”

[hellishchrissy]

chapter 7 - there’s no one like you, sava

SATURDAY

14:35

Eva What time r you guys gonna hit the party?

Silvia Around 21? Me and Fede were gonna get together and pregame around 19, you guys wanna come?

Sana I’m good, I’ll probably be late to the party anyways. Gotta do something with my mom.

Eva Where are you pregaming?

Fede My place, mom and dad are in Venice for the wknd.

Eva What about Ele?

Eleonora I’m good too, I have a ton of school stuff before I get to the party.

Silvia Ok, that’s chill.

Silvia Brb, gotta go raid my closet to find something to wear.

Fede Ugh, same. Crisis incoming.

SATURDAY 20:56

Filippo stopped his car in front of Edoardo’s grand house, his eyes gazing over the house approvingly. There were people standing on the front lawn of the house, some of them smoking cigarettes under the night sky, and the open doors of the house emitted a warm glow. Eleonora hopped out of Filippo’s car, but before she could slam the door shut, her brother said:

“Hey, I don’t know why you’ve been feeling so down for a few days, but promise me you’ll try to have fun?” Filo’s voice was full of concern, his eyes sympathetic. It was clear that he was trying to detect any clues of Eleonora’s thoughts on the girl’s face, but there were none to be found.

Eleonora nodded, adjusting the bag on her shoulder in an attempt to avoid eye contact with her brother. “I promise, Filo. I’m fine.”

Filippo’s eyes on her were knowing, and for a moment he hesitated  as if there was still something to say. But instead he smiled, nodded and gestured for his little sister to go, his smile wavering only for a second. Eleonora slammed the door shut and followed Filippo’s car with her eyes until it was out of view, stalling on the moment she would actually have to turn and face everyone - especially Edoardo - at the party that was clearly already raging on. A few people were already greeting Eleonora before she even reached the house itself; some of the faces were familiar friends of Edoardo’s, some of them complete strangers. But they all knew who she was.

“Ele!” Eva crashed onto Eleonora as soon as she stepped, her arms wrapping around the girl. Eva was wearing a pair of shorts over her bikini, her hair still damp from the chlorine water. Eva smelled of alcohol, chlorine and a fragrance that Eleonora had learned long ago to associate to her; it was a sweet scent, somewhat fruity and bubbly. Just like Eva herself.

Eleonora pulled back from her friend’s embrace. “Hi! How’s it going?”

Eva spread her arms and spun around in a drunken manner, giggling as she did so. “Amazing! It’s been so much, Federico threw me into the pool!”

Eleonora turned her gaze to the other side of the crowded livingroom, where Federico and Chicco were loudly playing a game of cards, surrounded by a curious crowd of intoxicated teenagers. Even Silvia and Sana were following the progress of the game, the blonde girl clutching a half-empty bottle of wine in her left hand. Loud music was emitting from the glass doors that led to the backyard, where the majority of the party was obviously happening - it was a pool party, after all.

For the first time in a while Eleonora felt nervous at the thought of seeing Edoardo, but she didn’t protest when Eva grabbed her by her arm and started leading her across the crowd, slipping through the masses of people like it was her second nature. “Eleonora, you have to come swimming with us!”

Eleonora shook her head at Eva as they stepped outside, the warm night air caressing their faces. “No, I… Totally forgot my bathing suit at home.”

Music was blasting from a large set of speakers, and the pool was filled with drunken people moving their bodies to the beat, there were couples making out in the water, there were girls dipping their toes into the pool. And then there was Edoardo, shirtless, immersed in conversation with a bunch of friends. Eleonora stood there for a second, frozen, trying to decide whether to continue her little effort of completely avoiding the boy, who she had barely said a word to after their little scene on the roof terrace of Eleonora’s apartment.

But before Eleonora could come to a conclusion, Edoardo looked up, his eyes setting immediately on Eleonora. A smile twitched at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes lit up in the slightest, most warming way possible. But just as fast it had appeared, the expression was gone. Edoardo turned back to his friends, said a few words to them and then turned back to Eleonora. Eva’s eyes were curiously jumping between her and Edoardo as the boy made his way up to them, his expression stern when he stopped in his tracks right in front of Eleonora, so close that she swore she could almost taste the chlorine on Edoardo’s skin.

“Hi,” Edoardo said, his eyes hard on Eleonora’s.

Eleonora felt breathless. “Hey.”

Eva looked like a frightened child left in the middle of their parent’s argument, leaning backwards on her heels when she caught the cold expression in Edoardo’s eyes. Eleonora could see Eva gaze glossing over the crowd until she spotted Elias sitting on the edge of the pool. “Guys, I gotta go say to Elias,” the redhead said, her care-free voice so artificial it almost made Eleonora chuckle. “I’ll catch you later, though!”

Edoardo waited until Eva was far enough not to hear them before he said anything. His hand reached for Eleonora’s almost instinctively, his fingers brushing at hers. “I missed you.”

Eleonora felt like there was not one single coherent thought in her heard when Edoardo was looking at her like this, his fingers still caressing the skin on her palm like it was the most natural thing for him to do. There was a worried look twisting his usually carefree features, and Eleonora felt so guilty that it felt nearly impossible to maintain the eye contact Edoardo was so desperately seeking. Eleonora brushed a lock of hair behind her own ear, shrugging. “Sorry, I uh… Got really caught up with school. It’s crazy how much homework piles up once you have actual friends to hang out with.”

Edoardo was not dumb. He caught the artifical tone of lightness in Eleonora’s voice, he heard how desperately the girl was trying to make a joke out of the entire situation. Edoardo gave the girl a half-assed smile to giver her some peace of mind, and it seemed to work - something in Eleonora’s posture changed, and it looked like she released a breath she had been holding in for minutes. “Okay, I get it.”

They both were lying, and they both knew it. There was a hint of blame in Edoardo’s eyes, and there was a hint of a secretive shame in Eleonora’s, but neither said anything about it. It had always been better to brush things under the mat in Edoardo’s experience, so he figured that Eleonora  would not be any different. Maybe it was useless to try to figure things out with her - maybe it just freaked her out. Maybe she needed some time.

Time. The only thing that Edoardo and Eleonora were seemingly running out of. Fuck. Edoardo felt pain in his chest when he remembered Eleonora’s strange message: Fine. But after that we tell everyone that we’re over. The girl had put a clock on their time together, and the clock was running on its last hours. And even the thought of that felt somehow painful to both of them, yet neither knew nothing of each other’s feelings.

“You wanna go swimming?” Edoardo asked, desperate to break the heavy moment between the two.

Eleonora shook her head again. “I forgot to bring my bathing suit.”

Edoardo laughed, and this time there was truth in the gesture. “You forgot to bring a bathing suit. To a pool party.”

“Well, you know me,” Eleonora said, her tone nearly playful this time. “I’m all over the place.”

Edoardo smiled tenderly, turning his gaze to the sky with a laugh. “Yes you are, Sava.”

23:58

The party had gotten only louder the past hours, and even Eleonora had gotten to the same, festive mood as her friends around her. The girl was sitting on the backyard lawn with Eva, the two of them slightly detached from the rest of the party so that they could hear each other speak - and though they were sitting on the edge of the lawn, Eleonora swore she could still feel the bass of the music in the back of her teeth. She took a sip of her beer, her eyes peeled on the city lights below them. If there was something Eleonora loved about Edoardo’s house, it was the view; the slight hill the neighbourhood was situated on offered an amazing view across Rome, and it was only better at night.

Eva next to her looked thoughtful, her fingers fidgeting with the glass bottle. “So, how are things with you and Edoardo?”

It was a simple question, but Eleonora didn’t know how to answer. She tore her gaze off of the city, taking an extended sip of her beer - the alcohol was humming in her bloodstream, making everything warmer, safer. And suddenly, as if it were the most natural thing, Eleonora felt the absolute need to confess the truth to her best friend who was now eyeing her with a worried look in her eyes. Eleonora opened her mouth, but it felt like the words were getting stuck to the back of her throat, suffocating her.

“Ele?”

The brunette took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “We’re faking it.”

“What?” Eva asked, confused.

“We’re faking it,” Eleonora repeated, turning her gaze to the redhead beside her. “The relationship is fake, we’ve been pretending for like a month. Edoardo wanted to make his ex jealous and I wanted to get the opportunity to meet new friends at school.”

Eva stared at her, clearly waiting for the girl to burst into drunken laughter. The moment never came, and the redheaded girl kept opening and closing her mouth in an attempt to give Eleonora something to hold on to - some kind words, some consolation, anything. But what the hell was she supposed to say. “Oh.”

“I’ll just pretend that this isn’t the weirdest shit I’ve ever heard,” Eva continued, shaking her head. “Well, how long are you guys gonna go on?”

“Today’s the last day,” Eleonora stated, her voice almost cold. “I told Edoardo that we’re done.”

“But why?” Eva asked her best friend, taking a long sip of her beer.

“It’s nothing,” the brunette lied, avoiding Eva’s eye contact.

“You’re full of shit, Sava.”

Eleonora hesitated, as she knew that there was no point in lying to her friend. Eva had gotten to know her so well that it’d just be insulting to continue lying to her and pretend like the girl didn’t know the truth. And besides, why wouldn’t she tell Eva? She had already told some of the truth to her, so there really was no point in withholding the rest of the story from the redhead.

“Well… I’m just so confused. Edoardo’s still hung up on Elena, and I’m yet one of the girls that fell for the Incanti charm just to get nothing back,” Eleonora huffed out, shaking her head. She took a sip of her beer. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Listen, Eleonora,” Eva started, putting her beer bottle between her feet to prevent it from tipping over. “I don’t know what the fuck you’ve been doing the past month, but clearly you have not been seeing any of the obvious signs around you. Edoardo likes you, girl. I can tell by the way he looks at you - like he’s trying to figure you out, and he quite can’t, but he’s just enjoying the fact that you’re there.”

Eleonora couldn’t help a slight smile from climbing up her lips, and she turned her gaze to the grass to hide it from Eva.  The girl continued: “So I’d say if there’s anyone who stupidly fell for someone who doesn’t like them back, it’s not you. It’s Edoardo.”

There was a certainty in Eva’s words, and whether it was the alcohol in Eleonora’s system or something else, Eleonora felt slightly more confident. “You think he likes me?”

“Oh hell yeah,” Eva said, truthfully. “He’s probably just waiting for a sign. He’s a respectable guy after all, not one to jump a girl who gives no indication that they’re interested in him. Though I doubt that there have been many girls in his path that have not been interested.”

03:45

It wasn’t even four in the morning when Eleonora woke up in one of the guest bedrooms, still fully clothed. The girl scrambled up from the bed, noticing that Eva, Fede and Silvia were laying on the bed, as well. No wonder it had been uncomfortable - the bed was barely big enough for two people. Eleonora made her way out of the bedroom barefoot, closing the door quietly in attempt not to wake up her friends. She made her way down the hallway and back to the livingroom, where many people were passed out on the couches, some of them still clutching half-empty bottles. It was still dark outside, the night air in the backyard illuminated only by the lights in the pool.

Eleonora walked to the backdoors, avoiding the empty beer bottles, cups and the occasional human being lying on the wooden floors, careful not to wake up anyone. The chlorine-scented night air felt good on Eleonora’s burning skin, and for a minute she considered whether it was too late to call Filippo to pick her up - maybe he was awake, it was the weekend, after all. Though if he were awake at this hour, it was more likely that he was in no condition to drive, as he had mentioned a new club opening in Trastevere. Fuck.

Edoardo’s voice pierced the silence, making Eleonora jump. “You’re awake.”

Edoardo was sitting on the steps that led to the pool, submerged in water up to his chest. His arms were spread on the edges of the pool, a cigarette between his fingers. There was a bottle of vodka and an ashtray on the edge of the pool, close enough for the boy to reach - clearly he had taken advantage of the party dying down to have a moment of his own, as Edoardo had never been to person to fall asleep early. It was something Eleonora had learned over the course of their weeks together, through countless of late night text messages and hang outs.

“Yeah,” Eleonora admitted eventually, walking to other side of the pool. She sat down on the edge, putting her feet in the warm water. Edoardo followed her with his lazy gaze, frowning as Eleonora seemed to sit down as far away from him as possible.

“Are you okay?” Eleonora asked eventually, forcing herself to look at Edoardo. The blue light illuminated his features beautifully, colouring him in a completely new way. The light bounced off of his eyes, and Eleonora couldn’t look away.

Edoardo took one last drag of his cigarette before stumping it onto the ashtray. “I’m good. You know, though I was pretty fucking surprised that all of a sudden you wanted us to end this.”

There was such a deep hurt in his voice that Eleonora nearly flinched - it was like a knife thrown right across the pool. The girl turned her gaze back to the surface of the water, suddenly feeling the burn of Edoardo’s disappointment.  “Shouldn’t you be thanking me? Elena’s so damn jealous that for a moment I thought that she might actually kill me.”

Edoardo sighed, throwing his head back to look at the stars. “You know, for such a smart person you can be really fucking dense sometimes, Sava.”

“What?” Asked Eleonora, her voice sharp.

“This has nothing to do with Elena anymore,” Edoardo stated, looking at Eleonora again. “At least not for me.”

“What do you mean?” The girl asked again, suddenly feeling extremely nervous under Edoardo’s gaze.

“You know what was the only thing I cared about tonight? The only reason I was so excited?” Edoardo asked and paused like he wanted to give his words more weight. “You. I got to see you. And that was all I could think about all damn day. And you know what that means?”

Eleonora shrugged, a smile twitching at her lips. “You have severe problems with concentrating?”

Edoardo rolled his eyes and splashed some water, though it did not reach Eleonora on the other edge of the pool. “You are impossible.”

A wider smile twitched at Eleonora’s features, and for a brief moment Edoardo was relieved. They fell into a silence that felt somehow fragile, like the slightest of sounds could break it. Edoardo wanted to break it. He wanted to shatter it, he wanted to say every single thing that had been keeping him up for days, he wanted Eleonora know how he felt. The words kept getting stuck in his mouth, and after a few moment he gave up, turning his gaze to the side. And that’s when Eleonora started moving.

The girl pulled off the long cardigan she had borrowed from Silvia, leaving only the white, simple dress she had worn to the party. For a moment she hesitated on something. Seconds passed, and Edoardo swore every last one of them felt like eternity. And when Eleonora dropped into the pool, Edoardo couldn’t tear his eyes off of the girl.

“Uh. You’re coming in. In your dress,” Edoardo said, stalling on the words like he was trying to figure out the sight in front of him.

Eleonora shrugged as she made her way closer to the boy, the water getting more shallow as she got closer to Edoardo. “I didn’t bring my bathing suit, remember?”  

Eleonora didn’t stop until she was close enough to Edoardo to touch him; she stood there, shivering in the cool night air, the weight of her soaked dress pulling her down. She looked beautiful even then, the blue light dancing on her features, creating shadows on her eyes. Edoardo sat there on the stairs looking at her, and suddenly it felt ridiculous that they were so far apart.

Eleonora took a deep breath. “Hi.”

A wide smile spread across Edoardo’s features, lighting up his eyes. His right arm reached for Eleonora under the water, wrapping around her waist. Slowly he pulled Eleonora to his lap on the stairs, his eyes locked on hers. His voice was rough when he whispered: “There is no one like you, Sava.”

Eleonora’s hand made its way to the back of Edoardo’s neck. She felt breathless as she sat there, looking at him, close enough to feel his cool breath tickling at her skin. Edoardo’s left made its way to her waist, securing his grip on her like he was scared Eleonora would disappear from under his touch. Eleonora’s eyes on him were gentle, and though her hand was shaking - from nervousness? - as she brushed a runaway curl from Edoardo’s eyes, there was a certainty in her eyes that she had lacked before. Something had changed in her, something in the way she looked at Edoardo, her lips so close he could almost feel them brushing against his own.

And that’s when Edoardo kissed her, making Eleonora gasp against his lips. It was slow at first, careful. Edoardo’s arms around her were secure but gentle, and the kiss on his lips so intoxicating it felt ridiculous that it had taken him almost four weeks to finally give into the feeling that had been driving him insane for days on end. The kiss started deepening when Edoardo felt Eleonora’s hand sliding from the back of his neck to his jaw, her small hand cupping his face.

“What?” Edoardo asked, breathless, when Eleonora pulled away a mere few inches.

Eleonora shook her head, smiling. “Nothing.”

Slowly, their lips crashed again. Edoardo’s arms let go of Eleonora’s waist and wrapped around the girl, pulling her so close she could feel Edoardo’s racing heartbeat against her own. The water splashed around them from the sudden movement, and Eleonora giggled the most adorable laughter against Edoardo’s lips, making his heart jump ever so slightly. How had it taken him so long to get here? How was it possible that he had wasted these past weeks not kissing Eleonora? Fuck.

 She was the best thing he had ever felt, and if Edoardo could have frozen this moment, at four in the morning, and live it forever, he would have. 

chapter 1 - this will sound dumb

chapter 2 - we need rules

chapter 3 - we’re in this mess together

chapter 4 - just don’t do anything i wouldn’t 

chapter 5 - so fucking special

chapter 6 - it’ll mess everything up

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 104 1Xs2) "Late Nights and Lazy Days"

@creatureofthen1ght-v3 @crystalbaby12 @5sosfam1dlover @backoftheroomandnotbelonging @findingmyths

The show at The Roxy was a huge success. The venue filling with electricity as soon as The Boys took the stage. Outside, the sight of Luna had given Colson an extra boost of energy to his mind. Inside, OnStage, her touch was a direct shot of adrenaline to his body. The crowd growing even more insane once Dom and Travis joined him OnStage for an intense encore of I Think I'm Okay.

BackStage, Luna had offered up her repacked bullet to whomever wanted it while hanging off of Colson's back. Collecting their things, they sent their luggage to the LA house after deciding to spend their night in The Valley at Roger's Bowling & Arcade. Luna calling Frannie and Paris while Colson invited Mod and Noah.

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"You're goin' down, Sucker!" Luna wiggles her loose arms and fingers as she grins at Benny and he chuckles.

With so many of them, they have to break off into teams. Luna and Colson call Captain in unison, leading him to complain about how They Won't Be On The Same Team. He only pouts out a Fine when Luna gives him First Pick and a kiss.

Choosing Slim first, Luna takes Paris. Eyeing Luna and knowing how his last interaction went, Colson tries his luck by picking Fran. Making Luna shake her head when she catches her friend rolling her eyes at his effort. Luna takes Rook as a response. Colson snatching up Travis, AJ, Mod, Benny and Bullet while Luna secures her team with Ashleigh, Dom, Baze, Noah and Paris's boyfriend Gabe.

It's way passed midnight. Having been ON since before Noon, Luna's hitting her fifth or sixth peak by now. Just as it starts to kick in for Ashleigh and The Boys. Having only hit the bullet upon arrival with Frannie and Gabe, Paris dutifully sets up their bowling screens as everyone crowds around and the two teams talk shit to each other.

"You don't know what these guns can DO!!" Benny laughs at Luna as he flexes.

"We gonna take her cocky ass down?" Colson nudges Frannie trying to break the ice between them.

Paris had rallied for Colson on the way over, still trying to persuade her to give him a chance. Deciding to bite her tongue tonight for Luna and P, she nods with a small smile. Agreeing with him that, THAT Bitch Could Be Knocked Down A Peg Or Two. It's Colson's laughter that draws Luna's eyes over to the two of them.

"Ugh... With all this bullshit with Sam, I really fucking hope tonight goes well..." Her mind flashes before it catches a trail of colors and is off flying in a different direction.

"Alright.... Here we go!" Paris calls out.

The pure MDMA is now coursing through all of their bodies, minds and souls. The stream of black lights wraps around them, causing them to glow. The bass driven music making their hearts pound as they laugh, trip and bowl.

"It's so great to finally get to hang out with you!!" Luna exclaims as she grabs a seat beside Gabe.

"It truly is!" He agrees with a wide smile.

"Tell me.... What are you guys working on right now. P said you have a mini tour coming up?" Luna asks regarding their band The Soundflowers.

"Yes!!!" Gabe beams as Paris approaches them after picking up a spare.

The three go on to talk about The Couple's music and plans. Colson making his way over as they take turns bowling. Wrapping himself around Luna from behind, he kisses her cheek before joining their conversation. Colson and Gabe clicking quickly as they bond over their love of Sublime and Oasis.

"Your turn, LunaTic!!" Rook hollers.

With her body warm from happiness, content, love and drugs, Luna leans her head back into Colson's chest. Lifting up, she kisses him under his chin before going to support her team.

Grabbing her bearings along with her ball, Luna poises herself as the different colors and objects dance around her. Blinking twice, she swears she can taste cotton candy as she throws a Strike.

"MY GIRL!!!!" Colson yells to her squeals as he spins her around. "I don't even care that you're supposed to be my rival right now!" He laughs as he pulls her chin up for a kiss after he sets her down.

"Come on, Loooove Birds!!" Mod teases them. "You're holding up the game!"

They're really not though. All Sixteen of them are ON, distracted by the black lights and lasers. Slightly Slipping. Bodies still bouncing and bobbing to the music that surrounds them as they chat uncontrollably with each other about EVERYTHING.

Growing bored after the first game, The Slipping Sixteen venture into the Arcade. Simultaneously finding a row of ski ball lanes alongside a line of electronic basketball games. Entering into more challenges against each other, they drop tons of shiny quarters into the game's slots along their way.

Slim, Colson and Benny battle it out in basketball while Luna, Frannie and Ashleigh go head to head in ski ball. Paris and Rook switch out when Luna wins as Baze steps up to challenge Slim along with Gabe after Colson loses to him.

"I got next!!" Colson calls on ski ball.

Luna wins again. Squaring up against her and Frannie, Colson takes his stance in front of the middle lane VERY seriously.

"You two have NO idea what you're in for." He says confidently as he laces his long fingers together and stretches them out in front of him.

Lights, lasers and images dance around them. Flowing in through the windows of their eyes, down into their souls. Binding them together like sticky, magical taffy.

Popping their quarters in, the wooden balls fall down the slot with a loud SMACK. The sound making the three players grin as it brings back goosebumps from their individual childhood memories.

With Rook shouting 1.2.3. GO! They're off. All three being incredibly skilled, it's a close call. Luna coming in 3rd as Frannie takes Colson by two solid 100K point hits. A slightly smug twinkle glints in her cool, blue eyes. It's the only sign of how pleased she is with herself.

Comparing ticket winnings with each other, Luna notices Baze is a little quieter than usual. Part of The Slipping Sixteen going on to wander around the Arcade, giggling and wiggling while they taste the sounds and hear the colors. Finding Travis, AJ, Mod and Bullet, they're consumed by the vivid, original arcade games as the others join them.

"You okay?" Luna asks Baze as she hooks her elbow into his and they continue to wander together.

"Is it that obvious?" He answers with longing eyes.

"Only to me." Luna reassures him as she leans her head against his large arm.

"I miss her, MaGoons..." Baze sighs.

Passing a mirror, Luna stops them. "Let's tell her." She smiles at him before taking a selfie of them and Snapping it to Sam.

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Sam is at Pier 97 with Ashley, Stephanie, Mack, Jackie, Logan, Jason and a bunch of their other friends. Continuing to celebrate at Pride Island, a 2day music festival created solely for the end of the week long event. Checking her phone in the bathroom, she finds the Snap from Luna.

Sam sighs when she sees Steve's face as her heart flutters for him. They have a strong connection but Sam is incredibly independent... And if she'll admit it, incredibly scared of intimacy. Reading Luna's words, she's annoyed with her but can't help Snapping her back with love along with her trademark sass.

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"Yo!! You game?" Slim challenges Luna when he sees the beaming lights of an open AirHockey table.

"Bet, Motherfucker." Luna laughs as she digs in her bag for more quarters.

Slim drops the plastic disc on the table as it begins to roar and cool air blows from it's sides. With a nod, they signal their beginning. It's an intense, fierce game. Both talking shit as they slam the disc across the board with all their might.

"You ain't got SHIIT!" Slim tries to intimidate her as they match up at 2to2.

Pulling the puck from her slot, Luna holds it in place as she points at Slim. "Watch me, take your whole life and FUUUUUCK it all up in one shot." She grins as she rearranges and recites Colson's lyrics.

"You're such a fucking dork." Slim laughs at her.

The two of them are quick as they make the plastic object zoom across the flat surface. Luna's wide eyes steadily following it as it turns from one disc into four. Glowing orange trails fly around behind it, causing her to become distracted by it's zip as Slim connects just right. Slamming it into her goal, he wins the game.

🎶Who fucked who's life all up in one shot? I DID! Beat THAT bitch when I made THAT disc drop in her slot and YOU KNOW that I'm so good that I can't stop.... Because SOMETHING'S FUCKING WRONG WITH ME!!"🎶

Slim raps as he teases Luna, laughing as he dances around the table. Quickly grabbing her to happily jump and shake her around with him. They're slowly becoming friends.

"FUUUUUCK Yooou!" Luna laughs with him as she rolls her eyes before giving him playful shove.

"You gonna let THESE BOOYS play us like that, B?" Frannie asks with a grin, throwing her arm around Luna. "I got next, Big Man." She taunts Slim with a welcoming smile.

Frannie is naturally suspicious of all people, growing up in the environment she did. It's when her third eye is open that she let's her guard down, fully enjoying herself as she kicks Slim's ass 3to1. Lightly teasing him along the way.

"You got an eye, Girl, don't cha?" Slim compliments her after her win, making Frannie laugh.

Coming back together, The Slipping Sixteen decide to bowl another game. Keeping the same teams as they continue to be entertained by each other and mesmerized by the different colors. Noah and Mod argue over Who's Ball Is Who's while Colson and Slim both High Ten Frannie when she hits a strike on her first bowl. Ashleigh flicking them both off when she nails her own solid strike.

Only picking up a spare, Luna checks her phone as she sits on Colson's lap. Finding a Snap back from Sam, she opens it.

Seeing the Snap over her shoulder, Colson realizes for the first time that Sam didn't come back with Luna. He's called for his turn before he can ask Why.

Having a blast, they finish up their game. It's a close one, Luna's team only winning again because of Rook's impeccable Turkey.

Gathering together, Paris and Gabe exchange GoodByes and Love before catching an Uber home. Frannie uncharacteristically choosing to head back to Colson's with Luna along with Noah and Mod. Dom catching another Uber with Travis to his place, choosing to crash there while Ashley's still in NYC.

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Back at the crib, they let loose with all of them being happy to be Home. Making their way through the house, only Twelve Tripping Twits remain. Pumping up some old Blink 182, Colson immediately starts jumping up and down on the couch before hopping off to grab whatever he can find to juggle. Being pool balls this time.

Luna watches him adoringly. She can feel her brain and heart throb for him as her body continues to tingle during it's own personal rollercoaster ride. "Fuck, I missed him." She thinks. Regardless of the stress from the loss of his Adderall, traveling or even Sam's issues, Luna's glad to be Home. Colson being her Home. Not The West Coast. Not even NYC. Her Home lies where Colson is. Always.

Hooking up Casie's Dance Dance Revolution, at different points they all succeed in both excelling and destroying their attempted dances. The Twelve Tripping Twits laughing uncontrollably at each other throughout their turns as they pass joints amongst them.

They continue on with their magical journey. Gliding in and out of the house, talking about and touching everything. Different Twits alternate in and out of different jam session at different times.

Colson, Luna, Rook, Frannie, Noah, Slim and Mod take to chasing each other around the house, wrestling about and hitting each other with pillows unexpectedly as they round corners blindly. Ashleigh, Benny, AJ and Baze are curled up in fuzzy blankets while Mario Kart escapes from the television. Bullet can be found outside lounging by the pool, staring at the stars.

There's a lot happening at all times. The Twelve Tripping Twits making a huge mess out of the house with their amusing antics.

"Lemme set you up...." Luna says to a still wild eyed Frannie.

"I can't sleep right now, Loons.... I'm on some seeing and feeling shit." Frannie let's out with an exasperated gasp.

"That's okay... I just wanna show you that you've got a safe space when you're ready to crash." Luna answers lightly as she takes Frannie's hand.

Already talking to Colson, Luna shows Frannie to Casie's room. It's a special privilege. Frannie may not be aware of it, but Luna is. NO ONE sleeps in Casie's room.

"This is The Kid's room. You can sleep here without being bothered..." Luna trails off as her swirling mind struggles to formulate words again in order for her to speak. "But... If you're not ready to sleep, you gotta stay the fuck outta here." She asserts by closing the door to Frannie's all too knowing nod.

"There's our killer!" Slim shouts as he comes out of his room, finding Luna and Francis in the hallway.

Wrapping his arm around Frannie's shoulders, he asks What They Were Doin'. Fran answers with a NunYa to Slim's laughter as they follow him back downstairs into the ongoing House Party.

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Rolling hard, the music is still loud as Luna offers up Xanax for calmness and sleep. BB King easily grooving through the living room as The Twelve Tripping Twits begin to slow down. Lounging around while burning HARD. The blues guitar slipping, ripping and vibrating through their enlightened souls.

Exploring each other's bodies slowly on the floor behind to the couch, Luna coaxes Colson to his room. Not bothering to say GoodNight as they slip away. Thinking they're quiet, they loudly laugh as they fail at racing each other on the stairs. Tripping in different ways as they make their way up them.

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In his bed, there's a sweet sensuality to Colson and Luna. Trying to focus, they slowly take each other's clothes off as they kiss the other with soft touches. Uncontrollable colors, feelings and love radiating off of them. Luna's breasts are full as she runs her hands down the sides of her throat, then along her shoulders. Pulling down the straps of her black, lace bra. She unhooks it, letting it fall off of her body as she drags her hands down alongside her ribcage. Still rolling hard, even the lightest touch to her body is amplified by a million.

"I don't know if I can handle fucking you tonight." Colson let's out with a slight hint of fear in his voice.

"Mmmm... That's okay... Can we just lay and touch?" Luna asks delicately with an understanding of the intensity that drugs can bring.

"Yes, please...." Colson answers, wrapping his naked, long body alongside Luna's tiny one as they lay together side by side.

Getting comfortable, he can't help but cup her breast. It's not long before his coarse thumb finds it's way to her pierced nipple. The rounding strokes of his hard thumb making her body heat up as her pussy becomes plump for him.

Their touches are kind and sensual as Colson pulls Luna closer to him from behind. With his right arm under her, distracting her nipple, his left hand slides over her hip. She can feel his growing cock against her as his fingers slowly reach for his goal. Running his two tips up her vulnerable lips, he grows harder as he feels how warm her insides are.

"I wanna live inside her pussy." Colson's drug addled mind wishing for the impossible

Pulling her lips open with his index and middle fingers, Colson slowly makes his way inside of her from behind. His touch causing Luna to arch her back as her whole body tingles. Taking his time as he slowly slips his dick into of her, making her quiver at not only his girth but also his touch.

"Holy fuck...." Luna's body erupts as her brain slowly repeats "Holy Fuck....." Over and over again. The sensation of Colson being inside of her so insanely strong that she feels like they're melting into each other.

Taking his time, he rocks her back and forth along his cock slowly. Colson grunts louder with every inch of him that she pulls further inside of herself.

"Oh, Kitten..." He moans as he sucks on the back of her neck.

"Mmmm....." She coos, enjoying the way he fills her.

Colson holds Luna closer to him, making her juicy pussy clutch his cock tighter. Picking up his pace as he drives into her deeper. Still playing with her piercing with one thumb, he reaches down. Using his middle finger of his other hand to tickle her clitoris, Colson has full control over Luna's body.

"Oh FUUUUUCK, I'm cumming." She moans, not being able to control herself as her body gyrates.

Feeling her tighten around him even more, he let's go also. Bursting inside of her like an overfilled balloon.

"God Damn, Loons.... I swear, your pussy gets better every FUCKING time." Colson pants as she kisses her naked shoulder with a sigh.

Luna let's out a light snicker from his words, causing him to pop out of her to both of their disappointment. Placing his tired dick against her bare ass, they drift off wrapped in each other.

Sticky from their sex as the Xanax begins slowing down their running minds. Their touch calming more than just each other's soul as they end another late night together.

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Feeling Colson shift, Luna rolls over with him, turning him into The Little Spoon. Nuzzling in between his shoulder blades, she kisses his bare, tattooed skin as she whispers out an I Missed You. Squeezing his body tighter against hers. Lifting her hand, he kisses it as he mummers the same. The two easily and instantly falling back to sleep together.

A few hours later, Colson stretches out long as Luna curls up against him under the covers. It's a Monday, the first of July. Just coming off a month long tour, they're taking the day off. A lazy day if you will. Already deciding last week that business will resume it's regularly scheduled programming tomorrow.

Wrapped in each other, their too hungover to talk. Both of their brains feeling like mush from the massive amounts of drugs they not only consumed the day/night before, but throughout the last 2mnths or so. Although their insides feel like dehydrated fruit, there's an intimate relief as they simply cuddle. Enjoying the quiet moment to themselves, they drift back off. Catching up on some much needed sleep.

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Colson and Luna finally make their way downstairs after lazily fucking each other awake. He's bare chested in a pair of EST basketball shorts while she's in an oversized Hotel Diablo shirt with a pair of Colson's black boxer briefs underneath and a loose bun.

They find Frannie, Slim and Ashleigh surrounding the island as Baze controls the kitchen. Joints flowing freely while Neil Young plays lowly in the background. Noah and Mod are knocked out in the living room on separate couches with Bullet sprawled out across the floor. The sight of him making Luna happy. While Rook, AJ and Benny can be found still snoozing in their bedrooms.

"Holy shit, that smells delicious." Luna compliments Baze as she peeks around his arm. "What 'cha makin'?" She asks as she accepts a cup of coffee from Colson with a grateful Thanks.

"Homemade bacon cheese burgers, REAL fries and grilled asparagus along with spinach and mozzarella stuffed garlic mushrooms." Baze answers proudly as he checks the oven.

"You truly are a Norseman's God, aren't you?" Luna teases as she slides into a chair between Colson and Frannie, accepting a joint from her pal.

"Viking in the HOOOUSE!!" Baze shouts as he triumphantly thrusts his fist in the air, making the room laugh with him and Luna.

"How'd you sleep?" Luna asks as she turns to Fran after passing the joint to Colson.

"Fucking GREAT!! That bed is a dream. Literally." She laughs. "Thank you for letting me crash in your daughter's room." Fran goes on to speak to Colson as she leans up against the counter to look at him.

"No problem, I'm glad you were comfortable.... Just don't let her know her when you meet her. She can be a little anal about her room and things." Colson says with a smile as he exhales a large cloud of smoke.

"Wonder where she gets THAT from.." Ashleigh chimes in as she rolls her eyes.

"Not THIS guy, EVER." Slim laughs as he jerks his thumb towards Colson.

"Fuck you both, you don't like people touching your shit either." Colson counters as he throws them both a middle finger.

"Facts." Luna laughs as she backs up his statement.

"You're just as bad!!" Frannie exclaims to Luna with another laugh.

"Who's just as bad and what are we eating, My People?" Mod asks happily as he comes bouncing into the kitchen just in time to intercept the joint.

"All of 'em, apparently." Frannie answers through her laughter.

"Hey!! Don't you lump me in with them fools!" Baze threatens with a smile as he points his spatula at Fran.

"My bad, Dude." She continues to laugh with a grin.

"You fuckers are soooo LOUD...." Rook complains as he makes his own appearance.

"IF YA CAN'T HANDLE THE HEAT, GET THE FUCK OUTTA THE KITCHEN, YA FUCKING ROOKIE!!" Colson yells at him with a teasing tone.

This catches him a middle finger from Rook and a solid NO from Luna as she puts her hands over her ears. Colson retaliating with another loud I DO WHAT I WANT before Luna skips him and passes a fresh joint to her Favorite Drummer Boy.

"You're such a bitch." Colson complains with a chuckle once he realizes what happened.

Noah, AJ, Bullet and Benny slowly trickle in as Baze throws the burgers on the grill. Making The Twelve of Them a complete set again as they fill the kitchen with bodies, music, smoke and coming food. All surprisingly functional once coffee and bud hits their blood streams as they recount the madness of last night.

"You totally stole that kid's tickets!!" Noah shouts at Colson.

"No I didn't." He shoots back immediately with an undeniably guilty look.

"You stole a kid's tickets!?!" Luna and Frannie ask together in wide eyed shock.

"No." Colson asserts. "He walked away, I just grabbed the loose tickets that were hangin'." He shrugs with a smirk.

"Seriously?" Luna asks with a cocked look.

"I mean, yeah... But, I gave all our tickets away to a bunch of kids at the end of the night so fuck 'em." Colson shrugs again as he sips his coffee.

"You're such a fucking dick." Luna replies with her face still twisted in disbelief.

"Whatever. Someone else would've jacked 'em if I didn't. And at least I spread the wealth... Because I REALLY wanted those fucking light sabers." He laughs.

Slim, Baze, AJ, Benny and Rook solidify him with a RIGHT. Leaving Luna to lean across the counter now, looking over at Ashleigh for someone else besides Frannie to shake her head with.

"So, what, you fancy yourself as the Robin Hood of Arcades?" Fran challenges Colson. "Robbing from the dumb who are probably in the same poor crowd that you're rewarding?"

"Ohh, FUCK ME." Luna mentally sighs as Colson cocks his chin towards Frannie.

"No." He answers with an attitude. "But if you're stupid enough to leave your money hangin', I don't give a fuck what age you are. Imma snatch that shit up. Don't be dumb and you won't get played like you're dumb."

"Truth." Slim agrees, tossing his bestfriend an elbow while Luna's tosses her an unamused eye.

"I get what you're saying, Kells... But that's fucked up. You can't tell me you wouldn't snap if someone swooped up on Case's tickets." Ashleigh says, putting her two sense in.

"Case wouldn't be dumb enough to leave her tickets behind." Colson replies smugly.

"I had you until then...." Luna laughs lightly as she leans across the counter again to Ashleigh's sigh, both knowing he's right.

"So, what's that make you... A partial dick?" Fran asks not letting it go.

"Oh no, I'm that FULL dick. Through and through. Ask Luna." He smirks.

"Shut the fuck up." Luna replies as she sucks her teeth. Going on to roll her eyes at him and shake her head, she displays the three quality signs of an annoyed woman. "No one here gives a fuck about your dick." She continues as she SideEyes him.

"Yo! Check my mushrooms!" Baze interupts them as he hollers from the patio.

"Gotcha!" Ashleigh shouts back as she hops up.

"All I know is, I'm gonna FUUUUUCK this food UUUPPP." Luna declares, making the entire room agree for the first time.

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Crowded around the dining room table, they all compliment Baze's cooking skills as it's sweet scent fills the room. After passing plates of food and condiments around they all dig in. There's a collective sigh of Oh SHIT when they sink their teeth into their burgers.

"Holy fucking cracker balls." Luna moans as she bites into the homemade potato wedge. "PLEASE fucking teach Colson!" She requests with her eyes closed in pleasure.

"Hey... I know how to cook." Colson states as he shoots her another SideEye.

"No Bunny, you know how to grill. Not cook. We both know this. I love you, but there's a difference." Luna sighs in delight as she takes a snapping bite off of her asparagus.

"Facts." Colson admits. "To Truck, our Viking cook!" He says as he raises his beer. "Great food, better friends and MOTHERFUCKING HOTEL DIABLO!!" He shouts as everyone clinks their glasses and beers with his.

Enjoying their meal, each other's company and being off of The Road, The Twelve of Them relax around the table as they shoot the shit. Bodies slowly recovering as the delicious food regenerates their beings. As always, continuing to bust each other's balls as they laugh with full bellies over a round of drinks and joints.

Once they've finished, The Girls begin to wipe down the kitchen and do dishes as The Boys clean and clear the table while carrying things in from the dining room. They wrap up leftovers before helping with the rest of the clean up. Baze being the only one who's exempt. It's been said before, if you cook in Colson's kitchens, you do not clean.

Coming up behind Luna as they finish, Colson lightly touches his lips against the back of her ear lobe. Sending instant goosebumps down her spine as his deep voice crawls into her brain.

"I wanna show you something when we're done." He husks.

"Okay." Luna agrees without hesitation.

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[unapologeticallyjaylos]

descendants 12 days of holidays: holiday parties

title: this right here (with you)

pairing: jay x carlos 

warnings: a few curse words

this was for yesterday’s prompt and i apologize for posting this a date late :) 

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“I don’t go to parties.”

“I am the goddamn party.”

Jay and Carlos spoke at the same time, staring at Evie who was holding out two invitations. She raised an eyebrow, her gaze flicking back and forth between the two.

“Glad you’re on the same page,” she said wryly, handing Jay one of letters and Carlos the other. “It’s not being thrown by me - trust me, it would be a lot better if it was - but everyone is talking about it.”

“Oh, yeah!” Jay glanced over his invitation with a nod. “The guys on the team have been talking about it all week! Apparently it’s a pretty big rager.”

“Rager?” Carlos wrinkled up his nose. “Gross. No.”

“It’s alright,” Evie smiled at him. “You don’t have to go. I thought I’d just pass along the message.”

“Come on, Pup.” Jay ruffled his hair. “Just come for a little bit? Please? It’ll be way more fun with you there - I promise!”

Carlos wanted to say no. Carlos should say no. But Carlos had an unbelievable, indisputable, completely pathetic soft spot for Jay. So instead of shaking his head and promising to help him get ready, Carlos nodded.

“Alright, fine.”

Shit.

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The bass was shaking the ground at least thirty feet in front of the actual party venue. Evie looked perfectly festive in black leather boots and red dress; Jay had cleaned up nicely, and even Mal looked more presentable than usual.

Carlos pulled at his white sweater, furrowing his brows. God, why did he let Jay pressure him into coming? He’d so much rather be back in his room with Dude working or reading or… doing anything other than this.

“Come on,” Jay grinned. “I can smell the booze from here.”

Evie raised an eyebrow. “Make good choices.”

“When has he ever made a decent choice?” Mal shot back, earning herself a jab from Jay.

They walked towards Chad Charming’s house - an off campus living space purchased for him by none other than Cinderella and Kit of Charmington. Privately, Carlos thought it was ridiculous for their son to have a space all to himself; it only invited trouble. For a moment, he wondered how the boy managed to keep it all clean, but once he walked in, he realized that Chad just… didn’t.

Beer bottles, half strung lights, bags of chips, and boxes of pizza littered every surface. The walls and the floor and the furniture vibrated with the force of the music volume and there were people everywhere.

“Holy shit,” Carlos muttered under his breath, his feet stalling in the doorway just long enough for the party behind them to bump into him.

“Keep moving!” one of them barked, shoving past Carlos to make a beeline for the alcohol.

Carlos inched towards the corner. He’d always thought holiday parties consisted of hot chocolate and eggnog and soft music and presents, but apparently, those were too calm. The entire school preferred this… rager.

“The island parties are still better,” Mal shouted at him over the music. “But this is at least passable.”

Carlos only shrugged, inching closer to the corner where - hopefully - no one could step on him or bump him or run him over.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an orange cat slink along the wall and up the stairs. Finally. Something worth coming to the party. Carlos followed the cat, looking around to see if anyone would yell at him for venturing upstairs. Luckily, everyone else seemed to be pretty wasted.

“Hi, there,” Carlos said gently when he reached the top, noticing the cat standing at the end of the hallway. “What’s your name?”

He stepped closer - slowly, so he wouldn’t frighten it. The cat seemed wary, but not terrified, and after a few moments, it allowed Carlos to sit nearby.

“Don’t like the party much either?” Carlos asked, reaching out to stroke the cat gently - making sure to avoid the negative spaces where cats didn’t like to be touched. “That’s alright. Me neither. It’s way too loud, right? Too many people?”

In response, the cat purred a bit. Deciding that Carlos’ touch was acceptable, it moved closer, running up against his knee. Carlos smiled for the first time all evening. His cat Beezlebub used to do the same thing.

“You know,” he laughed softly. “I had a cat once. I loved her. Her name was Bee, and I miss her every single day. She wasn’t orange, like you, but she was pretty.”

He let himself remember Bee for a moment; she had been his one source of comfort on the island… sort of like how this cat was his one source of comfort at this party.

“I wouldn’t even be at this party if it weren’t for him,” Carlos told the cat with a grimace. “Honestly, feelings are so overrated. They make you do stupid things like agree to go to stupid parties.”

The cat meowed, as if in understanding.

“Yeah, exactly.” Carlos nodded. “He’s gonna be shitfaced by the end of the night and probably take off with some other girl. It’s gonna be an absolute blast. I don’t advise you to ever develop a crush.”

“You have a crush?”

Carlos whipped around, staring at Jay who had just come up the stairs. “Where the fuck did you come from?”

“Uh -” Jay blinked, pointing down the stairs. “From… down there. I was looking for you and someone said that they saw you go upstairs, and -” His gaze fell on the cat and understanding dawned in his eyes. “Oh, you found a friend.”

“The only good part of this party.” Carlos could feel his cheeks getting hotter by the second. “Uh - how much did you hear?”

“Just that your crush is here.” Jay was still grinning as he sat down next to him. On the whole, he didn’t look as drunk as Carlos would’ve expected. “Is that why you agreed to come?”

The irony wasn’t lost on Carlos, and if he weren’t too busy wishing the earth would swallow him whole, he might’ve laughed. “Uh - I don’t -”

“Come on,” Jay laughed. “I won’t tell anyone. Not even Mal. What’s he like?”

Carlos made a face. “Do we have to talk about this? Wouldn’t you rather go drink downstairs with everyone else?”

“No way!” Jay shook his head. “I can do that anytime. But I may never have the opportunity to sus out who your crush is.”

Carlos mimed zipping his lips. He hated that a tiny little part of him wanted to tell Jay who it was.

He’s up here. With you. Not at the party, his brain whispered unhelpfully. That means he at least cares about you.

“Look, ‘Los,” Jay said. “I get that parties aren’t your thing. You must really like the guy if you agreed to go.”

“Yeah, well,” Carlos mumbled, picking at a spot on the carpet. “He looks cute when he says please.”

Jay’s eyebrows rose and an evil grin spread across his face. “Hey, there’s one hint. Even though it’s pretty fucking useless since every Auradon prick’s first word was ‘please.’”

Taking a deep breath, Carlos gathered up his courage. “Who -” he cleared his throat, “Who ever said he was from Auradon?”

He watched as the information sank in. Jay’s face morphed from confused to understanding to stunning in a matter of seconds.

“Say something,” Carlos begged after a few seconds, wincing. “Look, we can pretend this never happened, alright? Or - or I’ll switch rooms! Or I’ll -”

“You could go out with me.”

Now it was Carlos’ turn to be stunned. He coughed for a few seconds, choking on his own air. “I - I don’t understand.”

“Go out with me,” Jay repeated steadily, staring right at him. “This Friday.”

“Why?”

“Because, you idiot,” Jay grinned. “Have you ever stopped to consider that maybe your feelings aren’t one-sided or whatever? I mean… I’m up here. Not at a party. With you. How much more obvious could I get?”

The butterflies in Carlos’ stomach started flapping madly, circling around each other and bumping right into his ribcage.

Jay likes me.

“Uh -” Carlos blushed, laughing a little. “Do we have to wait for Friday?”

And downstairs, no one seemed to notice when Jay and Carlos slipped out the back door.

[jjmaybanksbaby]

The Summer Game: The Kook Party (Chapter 1)

word count - 3.2k words

warning- a fair amount of swearing, underage drinking, some smut at the end, vomiting/throwing up

Meets the OCs! Ember Elizabeth Mason Blakely Marie Turner

Catch Up On the Story! Prologue

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The second that Blakely woke up, a wave of nauesa hit her. She covered her mouth with her hand and ran to her attached bathroom, desperately trying to avoid puking her guts all over her bedroom. She kneeled in front of the toilet just in time for the evidence of last night to make an appearance. A horrible headache loomed in the back of her skull. This was not an ideal way to start the morning but Blakely lknew better than anyone how to handle a hangover. 

The events of last night were still fresh in her mind and Blakely didn’t have much trouble remembering them. Blakely had swiped a bottle of champagne before Ember and her had snuck out of their own graduation dinner to escaped to the beach. While they had sat there, staring at the ocean, Ember had proposed a sort of game to ensure the summer was that much more interesting. The girls had laid on the sand ironing out details and drowning themselves in champagne until Ember’s mother found them. The disappointment on her face when she discovered the girls covered in sand and well on their way to drunk was obvious. But Blakely was use to disappointing her parents so she didn’t care much; however, she felt a bit bad for her best friend who was sure to get a stern talking to about responsibility or something like that. 

Blakely peeled herself off the bathroom floor and stood in front of her mirror. She went through her daily skin routine, something she’d been doing since the first signs of acne appeared on her face in 6th grade. If she had nothing out, Blakely had flawless skin. She twisted her long blonde hair into a bun at the top of her head, examine herself in the mirror for a moment more before finally heading downstairs in search of something to eat. 

Blakely entered the kitchen to find her mom sitting at the island, a cup of coffee in one hand and her phone in the other. No one could ever accuse Blakely’s mom of being “tech-illiterate”. She was up to date on all the lastest who’s who and what’s what across every social media. While some kids might love having such a hip mom, Blakely found this extremely annoying. 

Blakely walked over the platter of pastry sitting in the middle of the island. Her dad had the biggest sweet tooth so there was always some form of sugar laying around the house. 

“Oh, honey. Are you sure you want to eat that?” Blakely’s mom said as Blakely reached for pastry. “Why don’t you have something a little healthier. You don’t wanna start the freshman 15 early now, do you?” 

This was subtle way Blakely’s mom had body-shamed her ever since she hit her teen years. It was never explicitly just a little comment here and there about what Blakely was eating or how great another girl looked in her size 00 whatever. You couldn’t even call it “fat-shaming” because Blakely had never weighted more than 115 pounds in her life. 

Blakely replaced the croissant she had picked and grabbed a banana from the bowl of fruit instead. Sometimes she would ignore the comments from her mother and do whatever she pleased but right now, the hangover was putting her in no mood to get into a fight with her mom. 

Down the street in the Mason household, Ember wasn’t having that much better of a morning. Ember’s older brother, Dylan, had decided today was a great day to announce to the family that he was dropping out of Brown to focus his energy on his start-up. The concept for which had yet to decided so really he just wad dropping out of college. 

Ember had grabbed her plate of breakfast and made a quick exit from the kitchen after her brother dropped this bomb. Now, she was sitting on her bed listening to muffled sounds of the argument coming from below. In reality, she owed her brother a small thank you. His announcement would take the heat off her for a little while. Lately, her mom had been pressuring her to make some firm decision about what she was going to study in the fall but Ember couldn’t seem to picture any of her future. 

Ember reached over and grabbed her cell phone off her bedside table. She unlocked it and sent a quick next to Blakely. 

E: want to go for a drive? family drama bleh 

B: be there in 15 bb

Ember and Blakely’s drives were a staple of their friendship. They had taken the first one the day Blakely had turned 16 and been gifted a Jeep by parents and they’d only grown from there. Sometimes they would talk the whole time, venting to one other about their problems. Other times, they would blast the music and scream every word. 

Just as Ember was about to get up and change into something other her pajamas, her phone buzzed with another notification. She opened to find a text from Sarah Cameron to their group chat. 

Sarah: party tn @ kelce’s place 9pm be there bitches 

Ember shut off her phone without responding to the text. She knew Blakely and her would go, there wasn’t a party on Figure Eight that they missed. It partying was an olympic sport, Ember and Blakely would have more gold metals than they could count. They could turn any party into the best time and more importantly, they knew their limits so they were never the ones throwing up and having to be carried home. It was a science they had long mastered. 

Ember traded in her sweatpants for a pair of faded denim short and pulled a Georgetown crewneck over the cami she had slept in. She ran a brush through her gorgeous brown hair before finally pulling it up in a ponytail. Only a moment after she had finished getting ready she heard Blakely pull into her driveway. Ember slide her phone into the back pocket of her shorts, slipped on a pair of sandals and ran down the stairs. 

“I’m going on a drive with Blakely.” Ember yelled as she slipped out the front door. 

Ember strutted down the driveway putting on a little show for her best friend before she pulled herself up into Blakely’s Jeep. Ember plugged her phone into the aux cord, queuing up one of their classic driving playlist as Blakely backed out of the driveway. 

“So,” Blakely started. “What’s new in the Mason household?” 

“Dylan is dropping out of Brown to, and I quote ‘focus on his start-up’.” Ember replied. 

“Since when does he have a start-up?” Blakely asked. 

“That’s the best part. He doesn’t even really have one. My parents are trying to talk him out of it but he’s turning 21 in July so there’s really not much they can do to stop him.” 

“Shit.” Blakely laughed. “Didn’t see that one coming from Dylan.” 

“How life in the Turner home?” Ember question. 

“Just my mother preaching her ‘A man won’t love you if you weight more than 120 pounds’ bullshit per usual.” 

“You know that’s not true right?” Ember said. 

“Yeah, I know.” Blakely responded. “Half the time it’s just easier to eat the nasty whole wheat shit rather than start a fight with her.” 

Ember glanced over at her best friend. “Should we get coffee?” 

“Yes, please.” Blakely said a she turned onto Main Street, heading to their favorite coffee shop. 

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It wasn’t until later in the day, when the girls were at Blakely’s house, getting ready for Kelce’s party that one of them brought up the game. 

Blakely was standing in front of her full length mirror in just her undergarment holding up different dress opinions. So far, none of them were clear winners. Ember was sitting at Blakely’s vanity transforming her straight brown hair into beachy waves. 

“If I fuck Kelce tonight, I’m still counting it for full points because even though we’ve done it before.” Blakely declared as she held a leopard print slip dress up to her chest. 

“Are you gonna fuck Kelce tonight?” Ember countered. 

Blakely shrugged her shoulders. “It wasn’t bad the last time. Plus I keep getting vibes that he wants to do it again.” 

The first and only other time that Blakely had slept with Kelce had been during the senior spring break trip to Florida back in April. Both Blakely and Kelce had been pretty tipsy when it happened and they didn’t talk about it afterwards but Blakely wouldn’t be too surprised if it happened again tonight.

Blakely disappeared into her closet to search for her hot pink chunky heels to pair with the dress. “Who do you have your eyes on tonight?” She yelled out to Ember. 

Ember set the curling iron down for a minute and sighed deeply. “Nobody really.” She admitted. “God, I hope there’s some body new at this party.”

“Willing to take half points and slum it with a Touron?”

“You know Tourons never end up at Kook parties.” Ember answered as she went back to curling her hair. 

“You never know babe. Tonight could be your lucky night.” Blakely said. 

“I doubt it.” Ember muttered softly to herself, not feeling very optimistic. 

•••

Ember and Blakely walked into the party just after 9:30. The bass coming from the speakers was so loud it caused the walls to shake slightly. The furniture had been pushed to the sides of the room to make space for a dance floor which was covered with plenty of couples pressed up against each other. The stench of beer was overwhelming and the number of red solo littered around the house made it obviously that many of the night’s activity would be alcohol induced.  

Sarah Cameron jumped up from her spot on Topper’s lap when she spotted Ember and Blakely enter the room. 

“You came!” She giggled, pulling the girls into a hug. Her breath reeked of alcohol and she had to yell over the music for Ember and Blakey to hear her. “Oh my gosh Blakely! Kelce has already asked about you twice!” She held up two fingers in front of Blakely’s face as to emphasis her point. 

A smirk slowly spread across Blakely’s face. “Did he now?” Blakely threw her arm over Ember’s shoulder. “Should we go find the boys?” She asked her. 

“I’m sure they’ve been patiently waiting our arrival.” Ember replied. 

Sarah lead Ember and Blakely through the dance floor to the corner where Topper, Rafe and Kelce were currenlty camped out. 

“Look who finally showed up.” Rafe said as the girl approached. 

“We wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” Blakely responded as she plopped down between Rafe and Kelce. 

“Be a gentlemen and get us some drinks, Rafe.” Ember said, shoving him off the end of the couch so she’d have room to sit down. 

“Get your own damn drinks, princess.” He snapped. 

Ember pushed out her bottom lip in a pout. “Please Cameron.” 

Rafe rolled his eyes before stomping away in the direction of the keg. Kelce stiffed a laugh as Rafe walked away. 

“He’s for sure afraid of you two.” Kelce said. 

Blakely turned to face Kelce and ran one of her fingers down his biceps causing his adam’s apple to bob. 

“And what are you?” She asked him. 

Kelce took a long drink from the cup he was holding. “This feels like a trick question that I’m gonna pass on.”

Blakely playful smacked Kelce on the arm. “What a cop out.”

Rafe finally returned to the group holding a few couple of beer between his fingers.

“Rafe’s back with the beer. Thank God.” Ember said, taking the drinks from him.

“You’ll aren’t gonna fucking believe who’s here.” Rafe said. 

“Who?” Blakely asked as she took a sip of her beer. 

“Kiara.” 

Ember froze at the sound of Kie’s name. “She’s here?” Ember managed to say. 

“Right over there.” Rafe pointed over his shoulder to the kitchen. 

“What the hell is she doing here?” Blakely asked. 

“Oh! I invited her!” Sarah chirped. 

Ember’s eyes got big. “Why the fuck would you invite her?” 

Sarah rolled her eyes dramatically. “We talked it and we’re friends again so I invited her. Friends invite friends to their parties, duh.” 

One look at Ember’s face let Blakely know that Ember was about two seconds away from going off on Sarah if she didn’t intervene. 

“Kelce.” Blakely said. “I think Ember here need’s something a little stronger than this beer. Where might you be hiding the good stuff?” 

“In my dad’s study. Third door on the right. Don’t mess up anything.” 

Blakely leaned down to whisper into ear, “You’ll be properly rewarded for this when I get back.” Then she grabbed Ember’s hand and pulled her up. “C’mon Ember, we’re way too sober to deal with this shit.” She flashed Sarah some deathly side away before walking away. 

“I can’t believe she fucking invited her.” Ember said the moment they were out of earshot of the others. 

“I can’t believe how fucking annoying Sarah is the second she gets a drop of alcohol in her system. Like learn how to hold your liquor.” Blakely replied as she opened one of the doors in the halfway. She sighed in frustration when it was only the laundry room. She spun around and opened the door across the hall. This time, the door opened to reveal an expensive looking study. “Bingo.” 

“She may have forgiven Kiara for all the shit she caused but I’m never going to.” Ember said as she followed Blakely into the study. Ember sunk down into the leather couch that was positioned under the large window while Blakely flung open the cabinets behind the large oak desk in search of some vodka. 

“Okay so simple solution. Just grind on Rafe all night and pretend Kiara doesn’t even exist.” Blakely opened the bottom cabinet on the right to find it stocked full of top shelf liquors. She shuffled the bottles around until she found a bottle of Tito’s. “Now were talkin’.” Blakely said. 

Blakely unscrewed the cap and took a decent size swig before walking over and handing the bottle to her friend. Ember happily accepted it and pressed the bottle to her lips, taking a decent sized swig herself. 

“You gonna be okay if we go back out there?” Blakely asked Ember. 

“Sarah’s a bitch.” Ember replied. 

Blakely laughed in response. “And Kiara’s a fake who doesn’t deserve the time of day from you. Now, let’s go.” She stood up once again and offered Ember her hand. Ember let Blakely lead her back out to party, determined to not let Kiara’s unwanted appearance ruin her night. 

When they rejoined the group, Ember grabbed Rafe’s hand and dragged him out to the dance floor.

“Woah, woah woah.” Rafe protested. “You know I don’t spend parties on the dance floor.” 

Ember turned around to face him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her face was inches from his. “Can you just shut up and let me dance on you for a while.” 

Rafe threw his hands in surrender. “Anything for you, princess.” 

Ember took another swing from the bottle of vodka that now had become permanently attached to her hand before turning back around and grinding her hips into Rafe’s pelvis. 

Meanwhile, Blakley had wasted no time climbed onto Kelce, straddling his legs.

“I think it’s about time you get that reward I promised you.” 

Kelce brought his hands to Blakely’s ass and gave it a little squeeze. “I think so too.” He said. 

Blakely cupped his face in her hands and pressed her lips against his. Kelce tangled his hands in Blakely’s hand as he slipped his tounge into her mouth. Blakely slide closer to him as the kiss turned increasingly sloppy. 

“Let’s go upstairs.” Kelce said as Blakely lowered her face to leave a hickey on his neck. She nodded and quickly slide off his lap. Kelce grabbed her hand and lead the way up the stairs to his bedroom. He had barely kicked the door closed before Blakely was attaching her lips back to his. 

The two of them stumped backwards in the dark room searching for the bed until Blakely back fell onto it. Kelce broke away from the kiss for a moment to pull his shirt over his head and Blakely felt a tingle between her legs at the sight of his perfeclty chiseled stomach.

Kelce slide back on top of her, moving his mouth down to leave little marks on her throat. Blakely wrapped her legs around his wasit in an attempt to keep him close to her. Kelce slide the straps of her dress down her arms until Blakely’s boobs slipped out. Kelce moved down her body and attached his mouth to her left nippled. He flicked her nipple with his tounge while he squeezed her other boob causing Blakely’s back to arc in pleasure as she screamed his name. 

Kelce started to plant kisses trailing down Blakely’s stomach when the door to his bedroom opened and Rafe bust in.

“Hate to interrupt what’s going on up here but Ember is puking her guts out downstairs and you need to go handle it.” 

Blakely let out an audiable groan as she sat up and slipped her dress back up onto her shoulders. She gave Kelce the kindest smile she could mangane. “Let’s finsh this another time, kay?” 

Even more than securing points for the game, Blakely was disappointed that she and Kelce had been interrupted. Blakely wasn’t interested in doing anything other than sleeping with Kelce but based on how the night had been doing, the sex would have been quite good.

Blakely hurried down the stairs to find Ember leaning over the kitchen sink. Sarah was holding back her hair and rubbing small cirles on Ember’s back as She vommitted into the sink. The bottle of Tito’s the girls had taken from Kelce’s dad’s office was on the floor completely empty. Blakely did a quick calculation in her head. She had taken a few shots of it but other than that, Ember must have drunken the majority of it.

“Oh fuck.” Blakely said which got Sarah’s attention. 

“Look’s who here. It’s Blakely. She gonna take you home and make sure you’re alright. How does that sound?” Sarah said to Ember in a voice usually resrved for puppies and small children. 

Blakely’s mentally rolled her eyes at the Cameron girl. “Thanks so much Sarah.” Blakely said in the sweetest voice she could muster up. “Ember is lucky to have you.” 

“I hope she’ll be okay.” Sarah replied. 

Blakely just smiled at Sarah and turned to Ember. “It’s time to get you outta here.” Blakely slung Ember’s arm around shoulder and half dragged, half carried Ember out of Kelce’s house, trying not to make too much of a scene.

They only had to stop one time on the way to Blakely’s car for Ember to puke. Blakely held back Ember’s hair as she barfed into the bushes out front of Kelce’s house. 

“We’re definitely gonna have to talk about this in the morning.” Blakely said to Ember. Tonight had make it incredibly obvious that Ember wasn’t over what had went down with Kiara four years ago. It hadn’t take one unexpected appearance at a party for Ember to throw all her boundaries out the window and get totally shit faced.

Blakely lead Ember to her Jeep that was parked just a bit down the street from Kelce’s house. She helped Ember up into the passenger seat then walked around the driver’s side and slide behind the wheel. 

“Please God don’t puck in my car Ember.” Blakely said as she turned on the ignition and shifted the car in drive. “And you definitely aren’t gonna remember this in the morning but I’m offically ahead in the game so at least tonight didn’t suck for both of us.” She added as she speed down the road toward home. 

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“Tʜᴇʏ ꜱᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ᴍɪɴᴅꜱ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ꜱᴏʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ, ʏᴇᴀʜ. Aɴᴅ ɪꜱ ɪᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ, ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ? I ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ...'Cᴀᴜꜱᴇ I ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴡᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏxɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ɪɴᴇʙʀɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ..ᴀɴᴅ, ʙᴀʙʏ, I ʜᴀᴛᴇ ɪᴛ. 'Cᴀᴜꜱᴇ I ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴀʏ, ʏᴏᴜᴜ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ, ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. 'Cᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɢᴏᴇꜱ, I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ...”

·⚘·

It was one of those nights where the PRETTYMUCH boys threw a party, most likely dozens of people were under the one roof. The bass could be felt pulsing through one's body before even stepping through the front door, the speakers blasted rap and hip-hop music to the max. I sighed as I mentally prepared myself for the massive anxiety that was going to swallow me whole when the front door opens. Too many times I had already walked to the door and lifted my fist, only to walk to the end of the driveway and go through every coping skill, therapy talk, or similar situations I've been through to build up enough mindset to set foot into the chaos.

The last cycle of this pattern, Brandon had sent another series of texts to explain how urgently I was needed and I needed to speed up the pace. I exhaled again as I hated myself for visibly shaking when I lifted a fist and knocked firmly on the front door. For some reason, I felt the urge to step back as I waited for the door to open, I didn't realize I was also holding my breath until the reality of the oh-so-scary scene sunk in.

Okay, it's not that bad...You know what's going on now. They'll be in your space, it'll be loud, but you can deal with that...Just make sure they. don't. touch. you. And although it wasn't my intentions to seem rude, when one of the many of the boys' friends answered the door, I quickly rushed past him and focused on the main objective of my mission: find Caleb Zion Kuwonu. It was as if it was one of those slow motion scenes in a movie as I slithered and dodged moving bodies to keep any contact from happening. My mind and heart raced as I walked through the house with no destination.

I nearly crawled out of my skin when a firm, but gentle hand grabbed my shoulder. I quickly swiveled my head to land my gaze on the curly, black haired, glasses wearing boy. "Breezy, he's out there." My eyes followed his gesture, leading to the backyard. I didn't fail to rush there and let out a breath of relief as I closed the door leading to the enclosed scenery. I pulled the collar of my jacket further over my face and tightened the hood, "What are you doing here?" Zion's deep voice mumbled as I saw the illuminating flicker of the lighter he used to light his blunt, "Stop being rude just because you're in your feelings, Brandon texted me." I ducked the half of my face back into my jacket after pulling it down to speak clearly.

The scoff was clearly heard with a grumble of, "Of course he did...I didn't need you to show up only to put me in my feelings and help me 'process' shit."

"Okay, but it makes you less of an ass."

Zion's eyebrow quirked, "You know what—?"

"I don't know what, why don't you tell me?"

He took a hit of his blunt, holding the smoke in to then let it escape his lungs and occupy the air around his body. "I saw the comments, you deleted the post, and I know you're bothered. You internalized the sarcastic comments and now you feel hurt by the BEANZ..." I stated with a shuffle of my feet, hoping moving around would make me warm up.

"God, I hate how you can read me like a book, shit's annoying."

"I can fly back to Houston if you're going to bullcrap me, Caleb."

Zion huffed and grumbled underneath his breath, "Yeah..." It wasn't hard to see him rub his eyes the way he does, reminding me of some of the toddlers i worked with, they subconsciously rubbed their eyes to show their frustration as they grew sleepy. "Let's go inside, dodge the party, I'll tuck you in." I snickered as I teased.

[disabled-queen-hc-blog]

hey uhhh idk if you write this kind of thing, but i have an alcohol problem. in the past i’ve found your writing about depression really validating bc i’m a big Queen fan and it kind of... normalises my issues? idk, i just wondered if you’d ever write about alcoholism? maybe the band coming to terms with the fact that the affected member isn’t just a “party animal” and actually has an addiction, then getting them help? yh sorry if this is a weird ask 😅

Content Warning for Alcoholism/Alcohol Abuse

♚

John’s eyes fluttered open, the room still spinning, the bathroom lights looking like the spotlights on stage. His cheek was cold and flush against the rim of the toilet seat, his body hunched over it. He spit the foul taste from his mouth into the bowl, lifting his heavy head up, to look over at Roger who was standing by the door.

“At least you made it this time,” Roger said with a chuckle. John smiled at him, nodding slowly in agreement. Throwing up in anything but a toilet or trash can was a definite way to end a party and ruin the mood. And the both of them still had a lot more dancing and drinking to do.

Roger helped him up, John flushing the toilet before washing his hands and rinsing his mouth. The nausea was already fading. A good puke was all it took to get back in the game. It worked nearly every time.

Roger pat John’s back as they walked back out into the party, John intent on keeping up his antics. One instance of vomiting was not going to keep him from participating in this rager.

The music blasted, the bass rattling the windows of Freddie’s house. Colored lights spun all around the room, illuminating the party goers smiles and laughs. The dance floor, which was once Freddie’s living room was packed with hot bodies all pressed against each other, writhing and swinging to the beat that was almost too loud to be heard. Hands groped and pushed, feet shuffling. Heads were thrown back, liquid courage streaming into open mouths.

John lost Roger in the crowd, the blond probably craving another fix of the white stuff going around like candy. John needed his own fix, so he headed for the makeshift bar. One plastic cup, a dash of orange juice and a helping of vodka. His heart sped up as it slithered down his throat, nestling into his irritated and hot stomach. Immediately, the warmth spread through his core, his limbs beginning to feel like lead again, his mind beginning to fog.

He made himself another, forgoing the orange juice in favor of plain vodka. He let out a fiery sigh, now ready to join the others on the floor.

He floated over to a familiar puff of curly hair, a loopy smile on his face.

“Enjoying yourself, John?” Brian yelled over the music.

John began to sway side to side, the music dictating his every move. “Yes,” he said with a bubbly giggle.

Brian couldn’t hear him but figured he was. He continued on with his awkward dancing, his hands in the air, unknowingly moving away from John.

John didn’t care. He let himself get carried away by the funk, his knees bending, shoulders rolling, head bopping. He felt careless and free. He danced up women and men alike, accepting every drink that was pushed into his hands. He was rained with cigarettes and even found his way back to Roger, his nose red and white.

The room was ill-lit, but Roger’s eyes looked black, consumed by the pupil. “Want some?” he asked, holding up a plate. John held up his cup, graciously filled with brandy. He shimmied away, working his way over to Freddie, half naked and drenched in sweat from nonstop dancing.

John wrapped his arm around Freddie���s waist, startling the singer. Freddie playfully slapped John’s shoulder, saying, “You scared me! How’re you holding up, Deaks?” John just hummed the lyrics in response, too far gone to make any sensical words. Freddie found the answer sufficient, letting the two of them bop together to the music for a bit before scampering off to make out with Jim again.

John downed the last of his brandy, the world beginning to spin again. He laughed, unsteadily walking back to the bar for a refill. He could barely coordinate himself, but he got there in one piece. More vodka, his preferred vice. One swig, two swigs, three. A stranger, whooping and hollering, added more to his cup. He couldn’t say no. Down it went.

He unbuttoned his shirt, fumbling with the buttons. It was hot and he was roasting.

Everything became too woozy. He sipped more. The music sounded like blurs. The lights looked like smudges. He sipped. He felt nausea tickling the back of his throat. Another sip.

His conscience told him to stop.

Something deep in his heart told him to not listen.

Bottoms up.

He fell back onto his ass, his cup spilling all over him. He licked at his arms, trying to salvage what he could. And then he laid down.

He was 10 and on a merry go round, laying flat on the middle, being spun over and over, faster and faster by someone he didn’t know. Faster and faster until the sky white and he was soaring.

A torrent of vomit came out of John and all over himself. He rolled over and continued heaving and retching until he was pure again, the floor defiled with his filth.

I didn’t make it this time, Roger, he thought.

♚

“You went real hard last night, John. Just came to see if you woke up this morning,” Brian said as he hung his coat on the coat rack, walking into John’s house.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Got too excited is all,” John said, shuffling to the kitchen in his bathroom, trailed by the guitarist.

Brian chuckled, rubbing his neck. “I think we all did. Roger called me this morning, not knowing how he got home. I was the one who got him the bloody taxi!”

John snorted, walking up to his coffee machine. “He looked manic last night. His eyes were all wild. Sounds about right,” he said, pouring himself a cup, offering one to Brian who declined.

He rummaged through his medicine cabinet, pulling out some over the counter pain killers. This time, Brian accepted the offer.

“Even the virtuous Brian went hard last night, hmm?” John teased, popping 4 tablets into his mouth, swallowing it with the black coffee. Brian waved him off, taking his tablets with water.

“It was Fred’s birthday. Kinda hard to resist the devil when Freddie’s the one throwing the party.”

True that.

Brian sat by the kitchen table, sipping his water and wincing at the sunlight that poured through the window. He became so quite that in John’s hung-over brain, he forgot he was even there.

He poured himself some more coffee, throwing in a dash of sugar, a splash of creamer and a hearty glug of vodka from the flask he had in his robe pocket.

“John, you’ve got to be shitting me,” Brian said, making John jump in surprise.

“Jesus Christ. Sorry. Sorry. Bad habit,” he said softly, his face reddening as he dumped his concoction down the sink.

“Habit? You’re telling me you not only do this daily, in the morning none the less, but you walk around with a flask in your bloody dressing gown?” Brian asked incredulously, the tendons in his hands popping out.

John was faced away from Brian, holding onto the edge of the sink. He squeezed it tight, letting out a sharp puff of air. “I’m hung over. I- it was a mistake is all. Sorry.”

Brian wasn’t so sure about that but left anyways, his welcome clearly overstayed.

Once the door was closed, John ditched the coffee and cream, going straight to his flask.

He wondered if Brian would bring this up again.

♚

John felt a firm slap to the back of his head, flinching as he woke up, looking around for the perpetrator, wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth.

“Why’d you even come over if you didn’t want to help?” Roger asked, throwing an oil stained towel at John’s face. John was too slow to catch it. He set the towel down on Roger’s work bench, lazily getting up and toddling over to Roger who was crouched by an old car.

“Sorry. Tired, you know,” John offered, a weak excuse but the only one his hazy brain could make up.

Roger recoiled at his presence, nose scrunching up. “Jeez, John. Were you partying last night?”

John shook his head. He was home all night, watching TV.

“You fucking reek like a pub, mate. What’s up with that?” Roger said, his perfectly blue eyes looking him up and down.

John should’ve probably been scared from the interrogation, but he felt too loose in the joints to care.

“Oh. I had a few drinks,” He admitted easily.

“A few?” Roger spluttered out.

“Maybe more.” John shrugged.

Roger’s lips pressed into a tight line, taking in John. Dirty clothes, disheveled hair. Bloodshot eyes and a 5 o’clock shadow. He didn’t look put together.

Roger looked at the asphalt at his feet and then up to John’s eyes.

“You know...Brian told me he caught you putting vodka into your coffee one morning…is that true?” His head was tilted, eyebrows furrowed.

John thought for a moment. “Probably.”

Roger cleared his throat, not prepared for that answer.

“Are you drunk now?”

“A bit.”

“And you drove here?”

“Mh-hmm.”

Roger got up, dusting his jeans, his head shaking. They all knew John had an affinity for drinking. It was obvious during parties and after shows. The man liked a stiff drink. Who were they to think any worse of it?

But lately, John hadn’t been himself. Sloppier and lax. Always dozing off, always up in his head. They thought he was going through a down period. None of them would’ve guessed he was a functional drunk. Not until right now.

“You need help, John.” Roger said, his voice a mixture of confusion, fear and sternness.

John leaned back to look up at Roger, frowning. “What? No, I’m fine. Really. Don’t worry about me.”

“I’m way passed that mate. You need help and I’m gonna get you it.”

John huffed, standing up, wobbling some. He walked past Roger, back into Roger’s house, saying, “I did not come here to be lectured. I don’t need help. I’m fine. I’m going.”

There was a tight grip to his arm, tugging him backwards. He was now in front of a red-faced Roger.

“And I’m not letting you drive home,” he said, teeth grit.

“You don’t have any right to do that! Let me go, Roger. I’m fine! I’m fine! Let me go!” John hissed, struggling against Roger’s unwavering hold on him.

“Fine,” Roger said, his eyes big as he let John go. John crashed to the floor, his flask and keys flying out of his pocket. He scrambled to pick it up, but swiftly and with sober ease, Roger snatched both of them up. He walked away after that, without so much as a word to John.

“Where are you going?” John yelled, fighting a losing battle with gravity as he tried to get up.

“Gonna make some phone calls. Meet me in the kitchen whenever you can,” Roger replied with a bitter sting.

John gave up, laying down on the cold tile. He shivered, his stomach churning.

I didn’t make it this time, Roger.

♚

Dear John,

I’m terribly sorry I never noticed you were suffering. I should have been a better friend. I took you under my wing after all. I should have noticed.

I hope that here, you can begin to find peace again. I’m still not sure what’s ailing you, but when you get out, we can work on it together, alright? I need you to know that you’re not alone. That you aren’t bad. That you’ve done nothing wrong. The human condition can be treacherous at times. The need to numb it isn’t a sign of failure. It’s a sign of a fight to continue in any capacity possible.

I love you so much, Deacy. I can’t wait to see you again. I want to go shopping with you and maybe you can stay with me and Jim sometime, if you’d want.

Take care of yourself. Heal. Breathe.

Love, Freddie.

♚

John,

I apologize for my lack of initiative to figure things out. I’m sorry I chose my own comfort in ignoring this rather than reaching out. I promise I won’t ever do that again. You are one of my greatest friends. I’ll never do anything to jeopardize that. I need you here with me ‘till I’m old and grey and I’ll make sure that you never go through something like this again.

I pray that once you’re out, we can talk together and do some soul searching. I know what it’s like to be so down that only a substance feels like the right medication. I understand more than I’ve let on to you guys before. You can always come to me to talk. I guarantee you, I probably was there too at one point or another.

Until then, I hope this place does you well. A break from the stress of life is always a good thing. Don’t rush it. Take your time here. Let yourself unravel. Be truthful with the psychologists. Don’t be afraid to sound silly or obnoxious or rude. You won’t be any of those. The mind is a weird place. Let yourself be vulnerable.

I’ll be seeing you soon, Deacy. Keep your head up and you might just see the stars!

Bri.

♚

I’m so sorry.

RMT

♚

John sniffled, putting away the letters his best friends had written for him. He got out of his bed, walking towards the window. He leaned against the windowsill, the morning sun heating up his skin, lighting up his face.

This was the first day he felt completely detoxed. No shakes, no anxiety, no nausea. He finally felt free of the chain around his ankle. He could move better, think clearer, breathe deeper. He felt like this whole recovery thing might work. He might be a human again. No need for liquid crutches. Just a man. A free man.

He cracked open the window, sticking his head out to smell the spring air. His cheeks felt an invigorating cool breeze and not the frigid porcelain for once. A smile tugged at his lips, his hands running through his hair. He was ready for today.

He had group therapy in an hour. He had time to bang out some letters before then. He rushed to his desk, pulling out some pen and paper.

Rog,

Don’t be sorry. It should be me who’s sorry. Without you, without the other guys, I would’ve kept spiraling.

I wouldn’t have made it.

But I’m here and alive and I think I’ll soon start to thrive.

So, I want to thank you. Thank you for putting up with me. Thank you for still loving me as a brother even after I yelled and cursed at you. Thank you for taking my life into your own hands. I’ll never be able to repay you. But I’ll try.

I want to tell you about my time here. I don’t know, maybe you’d be interested.

Every morning, we wake up at 8. We get to….

[tomnhaz]

tom getting overprotective and jealous and fighting a guy for you and then you patch him up? maybe heavy angst and some light fluff?

Here ya go love, kinda got carried away, so my apologies…

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: mentions of sexual harassment, angst 

Notes: sorry i’ve been inactive, I’ve got a few in the queue so hopefully i’ll remember to post them

Tagging some mutuals to promote… @h-osterfield @hollandharrison @hollandsosterfield @hazthediv @spideymood

You and Tom had decided to go out tonight with a few of his castmates to celebrate the successful release of the trailer for the new spiderman movie. You had decided to wear your new pair of high waisted, dark wash jeans because hey, it made you ass look great; you paired them with a bright floral crop top the dipped low and exposed a semi decent amount of cleavage.

Harrison had picked the two of you up a few hours ago, blasting pump up songs in his car on the way to the bar. Tom had ‘pregamed’ before you left the house, earning him a nice buzz in the car. Despite his tough guy appearance, Tom was a total lightweight. After a couple drinks he was buzzed and got super handsy, a couple more and he was loud and very extroverted, but give him a couple more after that and he became very easily irritated.

But while the three of you were singing along to the bass in Harrison’s car, Tom’s hand were roaming between the sliver of skin along your stomach that was exposed and rubbing circles against your inner thigh. Several times you had to grab Tom’s hand and pull it away, looking up at him with a smirk and shaking your head disapprovingly.

‘What?’, Tom would ask, feigning innocent, his eyes blown wide with lust.

You were sort of relieved once you reached the bar because it meant Tom would roam around instead of clinging to your side. Don’t get it wrong, you loved Tom, you really did but it was difficult to enjoy a night out for yourself when you were constantly worried about him. Instead, you passed him off to Harrison once you stepped through the door and walked straight over to the bar and ordered yourself a drink.

You turned around and leaned against the counter of the bar and surveyed the room, flashing smiles at people you knew. You scoped out a group of people across the bar who you knew, and turned back around to pay for your drink. As you handed your credit card to the bartender, you felt someone move up against you.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see a tall figure with his back leaning on the bar, his large, hairy hands clutching a drink. You turned your attention back towards the wall behind the counter, but you could still feel his eyes on you. You tried to focus on the bottles of alcohol sitting on the shelves in front of you, and you smiled weakly at the bartender as he came back with your card. You moved to put your card back in your purse, grabbed your drink, and moved to turn around, but you couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped your throat as you felt the man’s arm wrap around your waist.

You could feel the man’s pungent breath against your ear as he whispered, ‘Hey, darling. I know you can see me.’. His arm pulled you closer into his chest, so your back was pressed against his chest, his hand traveling down to your hips, pulling your body flush against him. ‘What do you say we get out of here?’.

You could feel his arms wrap around your waist and tears brimmed around your eyes. A burning feeling trapped in the back of your throat; you wanted to scream, to shout - to do anything, anything to get someone’s attention.

From across the bar Tom watched a man move to stand next to you. He felt his jaw clench and his grip on his drink tightening. Tom knew you were tough and that you pride yourself on being independent, but when this strange man wrapped his arm around your waist his patience was gone. He thrusted his drink into Harrison’s chest, the blonde startled and confused as he watched the brunette shove his way through the crowd of people in the club. His eyes wandered towards the counter until he spotted you and your unwanted company, he muttered an ‘oh shit’ under his breath before he set the drinks down and chased after his best friend.

The first tear fell from your eye as your body tensed, you attempted to struggle in his arms, small pleadings falling from your lips, wishing for anything that would make this stop.

‘Hey pal’, you heard someone shout behind you, and a sigh of relief left your mouth as Tom’s voice sounded behind you.

The man dropped his hold on you, and turned around, ‘Look, buddy I’m just trying to have a good time here. Why don’t you-’ he started, but he was cut off by Tom’s fist connecting with his jaw.

A shocked scream escaped your mouth as Tom tackled the man to the floor. ‘Tom!’ you shouted in surprise as he continued to deliver blows to the guys face. ‘Tom, please, stop!’ you begged, tears falling freely down your face at the sight of your boyfriend beating this man.

Harrison was quick on the scene, reaching down and pulling Tom off of the stranger, whose nose was grabbing at his bleeding nose.

‘Tom! Mate, stop. Come on, calm down. Come with me, let’s go.’ Harrison muttered, struggling to keep Tom from swinging out at the man again. You watched silently from the bar as Harrison dragged you drunk boyfriend from the club. The man on the floor looked up at you with a glare, wiping the blood off of his face. You cringed and turned to follow close behind, reaching up and wiping the tears from your eyes as you walked out of the club.

When you got outside you stood there for a minute, letting the cold air flush over your body and wash away the burning feeling from where the man had touched you. You closed your eyes and tried to erase the thoughts of the event from your mind, but the feeling of his hands on your body brought tears to your eyes as a choked sob escaped your throat.

Tom watched you walk out the door of the club, and he watched as you stood in the entryway of the club, your eyes squeezed shut in pain. His own eyes pricked with tears as he watched tears fall down your face, and he lunged towards you to catch your fragile frame as a sob slipped from your perfect lips and you stumbled forward.

‘Y/N, love, it’s okay.’ Tom’s hands grasped ahold of your waist, trying to hold you up but the feeling of touch against your exposed skin sparked that familiar burning sensation and you pulled back abruptly. Tom looked slightly taken aback, ‘Y/N, darling, it’s just me.’ he said calmly, his arms stretched out in front of him defensively.

You looked up at him in anger, ‘You didn’t have to do that, Tom’, you whispered, crossing your arms to shield yourself from the world - from Tom.

Tom face scrunched up in confusion in anger, a little caught off guard by what you had said, ‘Done what? Protected you from that piece of shit? Yea, I did, Y/N. You obviously couldn’t handle the situation yourself.’ He scowled down at you, not comprehending how you could possibly find anger for him at the moment, given how he had just saved you from potentially being assaulted by that guy.

‘Tom-I’ you started, but Tom was quick to cut you off, the alcohol he had been consuming at a quick pace all night beginning to have an affect on his mind.

‘No, Y/n. Why the fuck are you mad at me right now?! What did I do wrong here? Forgive me for wanting to protect my girlfriend from that fucking creep!’ he shouted back at you. You couldn’t tell if his cheeks were red from the alcohol or his anger, but you pushed that our of your head as you felt your own cheeks begin to flush.

You just stared at your boyfriend. Yes, you knew he was drunk, and yes, you knew that if he was sober he wouldn’t be saying any of this, but that didn’t make his words any less hurtful. You could feel your heart tighten in your chest as the love of your life stood 3 feet in front of you, his chest heaving as his breathing quickened, and his typically shining brown eyes blown wide with anger. Your gaze traveled to his hands, which were still stretched out in front of him from when he reached out to you, and you saw the blood drying on his knuckles.

You didn’t know if the blood was his or the other guys, but at this point you didn’t care, you just wanted it off of him. You took 3 steps forward and grabbed your boyfriend by the forearm and all but dragged him into Harrison’s car, who was sitting in the driver’s seat anticipating your departure. You pushed Tom into the back seat of the car and climbed in after him, looking up briefly at Harrison who gave you a knowing look and pulled the car out before heading towards home.

In the backseat, you leaned Tom’s head gently against the headrest and reached over him to grab the seat belt before wrapping it across his body. You could feel Tom’s gaze piercing into you, but you refused to say a word. Once his seat belt was buttoned you sat back down in your seat, your gaze falling on the passing buildings outside your window. You found your mind wandering back to earlier, and the burning feeling returned, but you snapped back at the feeling of Tom’s fingers intertwining with your own.

You gazed up at him briefly, a look of concern and love resting on his tired face. You wanted nothing more than to reach over and brush his long hair out of his eyes. He had been saying for weeks how badly he needed a haircut, and yet he never went; you were beginning to think it was because he knew you liked it longer. You gave him a small smile in return, rubbing your thumb against his and shifting slightly in your seat so that you were resting against his shoulder.

The two of you remained in this position until Harrison pulled up in front of your shared home. You unbuckled yours and Tom’s seat belt and helped him from the car, before turning around and saying a quick thanks to Harrison for driving the two of you home.

‘No problem, love’ he responded, his blue eyes shining bright, but something else you couldn’t quite place was lying just beneath the surface. ‘Hey, Y/N?’, he called out just as you were turning around to help your drunk boyfriend up the stairs to your apartment.

‘Yea?’, you answered. Dread began to pool inside you as you knew exactly what he was going to ask, the look of pity on his face revealing everything you needed to know.

‘He was just trying to protect you, Tom.’ he glanced behind you at the brunette, who had plopped down on the second stair, his head leaning into his hand, his eyes closed; the sight made your heart flutter and swell with love towards the young actor. ‘He loves you, Y/N. More than he cares to admit, and he’d rather die than watch any harm come to you.’

Tears were building behind your eyes once again, and you nodded fondly at Harrison, knowing that everything he had just said was one hundred percent accurate. Tom was absolutely, head over heels, in love with you, and he told you almost every opportunity he could get.

You smiled at the blonde in front of you, ‘Thank you, Harrison.’, before closing the car door and turning around, walking towards your now sleeping boyfriend. You shook his shoulder lightly, rousing him from his nap on your front porch, ‘Tom, baby, let’s go inside.’, you suggested, smiling down at the dazed brown eyes below you.

Tom stared back up at you from his seat on the porch. He raised his hands up, an indication that he wanted to hold yours, and you were more than happy to oblige, reaching down you placed your hand delicately in his. He carefully brought his lips to your palm, keeping his eyes locked on yours, before placing gentle kisses along the inside of your hand and up your wrist. He pulled lightly until you were standing in between his knees, your hands resting lazily against his back and playing with the curls at the nape of his neck.

Tom’s arms wrapped gently around your waist, and this time the burning sensation was kept at bay because you knew you had nothing to fear. You brought your hand around to trace along his jawline, tilting his chin up to look at you once again. ‘I love you, Tom.’, you whispered, placing a light kiss against his chapped lips. He was slow to respond, but eventually his lips pressed back against your own, his arms wrapping tighter around your waist pulling your body closer to his own.

He pulled away, bringing one hand out to rest upon your hand on his cheek, he leaned into your touch, turning his face to press a kiss to the inside of your hand, ‘I love you so much more, my love.’ His arms pulled you closer to him, his head burying itself into your stomach causing you to chuckle slightly as one of your hands rubbed up and down his back, the other finding its way to his curls. ‘I promise I’ll always protect you.’, he muttered faintly against your shirt.

Tears welled up in your eyes at the pure love expressed in his tone. The all too familiar burning sensation was once again creeping through your veins except this time it didn’t hurt; it calmed you, it completed you, and it loved you. In fact, the burning sensation didn’t burn at all, it healed you.

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Sweet Pea//Big Fun

March 1st 2019. Dear Diary, which is just my inner monologue as I walk to school. I believe I’m a good person. You know, there’s good in everyone, and here we are! I was asked by Kevin to help him with his new musical. Heathers! Hence this format of inner monologue. I thought I’d get in the mood. Anyway, today is the first day of rehearsal! And well, I’m nervous. I looked at the cast list and saw that Sweet Pea was JD, perfect casting by the way. Well done Kevin. Anyway, I have liked Sweet Pea since the students from Southside High were transferred, however as I arrive with ten minutes to spare and look around the other kids that I’ve known all my life. I realize, none of them know me. So how’s he going to? What happened. 

“Freak!” A footballer shouts at someone. 

“Slut!” Another one shouts at someone on the River Vixens. 

“Burnout!” Is heard from the end of the corridor, quickly followed by...

“Bug-eyes.” 

“What kind of insult is that?” I mumbled and get bumped into. 

“Poser.” Is heard from a classroom, but I’m pretty sure that was from a teacher. 

“Lard-ass.” Yep, definitely a teacher. 

Thinking back, I remember how tiny we were. So happy and shiny. Me and Archie would play tag, and I remember he would do anything not to get chased. 

“Freak! Slut! Loser!” They are thrown around like people’s actual names and you can’t help but shake your head. 

Singing and clapping. Laughing and napping. Baking cookies, eating paste. It was mainly Reggie who would eat the glue paste. 

“Stuck up!” Your thoughts are interrupted when you realize that you’ve walked in on somebody’s argument. But like everybody else, they don’t notice you and just continue to argue. 

Then we got bigger, that was the trigger. 

“Sorry.” You apologize when you bump into someone. 

“Get the fuck out of my way.” They reply and push past you. 

Welcome to my school, this ain’t no high school. This is the Thunder-dome. Just hold your breath Y/n and count the days. Graduation is soon. College will be paradise, if I’m not dead by June.

“Trailer park trash!” A footballer shouts. 

“Shut the fuck up!” A familiar voice shouts back and you look up. Sweet Pea is stood just in front of you looking angry as normal. 

But I know, I know, life can be beautiful. I pray, I pray, for a better way. If we changed back then, we could change again. We can be beautiful...

“Ow!” Fangs complains after being pushed over. 

“Just not today.” You sigh. 

“Y/n!” Evelyn interrupts your thoughts. 

“Yeah?” You asked. 

“Kevin told me to haul your ass to the auditorium.” 

“Sure.” You smiled and linked with her. She may be weird but Evelyn seemed nice enough, and she was the only person who seemed to actually notice you, apart from Kevin.  You made your way to the auditorium with Evelyn, who was rambling beside you. Once you got there, the main cast was already seated and waiting so you decided you would sit next to Evelyn. Kevin smiled at you before diverting his attention to the group. 

“Greeting Heathers family.” He started. “Before we start today, there’s been a slight change to our creative team. You all know Evelyn Evernever has been helping me produce the musical.” He smiled at her and everyone sighed. “But I’ve also asked Evelyn to step up and be my co-director.” He finished and everyone looked at each other confused. She stood up, and walked towards the front, stopping beside Kevin. 

“Yay.” She laughed slightly. “So fun!” 

“What? Kevin. No you always direct the musical alone.” Betty argued. 

“Which has been incredibly stressful, Betty. Especially after last year’s events.” 

“Can we just not talk about Midge, please?” Fangs asked and Kevin nodded. 

“Good idea. Let me introduce someone else. Everyone, this is Y/n.” He pointed at you and you waved awkwardly. “She’s helping me plan and sort of direct. She’s a fan of Heathers so she’s here to help you with any questions or stage directions. Stuff like that. Now, how about we do a rundown of everybody’s parts, catch Evelyn and Y/n up to speed?” 

“I’m playing Veronica Sawyer.” Josie started with a smile. “Outcast, turned Heather, turned outcast again.” 

“Hi, I’m Sweet Pea.” He introduced himself and you felt your heart skip a beat. “Um, I’m playing JD, Veronica Sawyers bad-boy love interest.” He sighed. 

“Reggie Mantle” Reggie interrupted. “Aka, jock Ram Sweeney. Gonna bro it up with my bud Arch, here. Just two single straight dudes, doing some theater.” He grabbed Archie and you and Sweet Pea rolled your eyes. Archie and Josie looked at each other awkwardly before looking at Kevin again. 

“Given how much dancing there is in Heathers, Evelyn and I felt we should bring on a choreographer, so, give a big Heathers hello to Riverdale’s resident Fly Girl, Toni Topaz!” Everyone but Cheryl clapped.  

“Um, does anyone have a chainsaw? Because what the...” 

“Cheryl!” Kevin interrupted. “I know you’s two have some issues right now but I really want this to work so please don’t start anything.” Kevin pleaded and she glared at Toni. 

“Fine!” She agreed. 

“Great. Lets run Candy Store! Y/n! You wanna help.” He asked and you nodded. 

It was the end of the rehearsal and nothing had gone that well. Cheryl and Toni went rouge causing Kevin to have a breakdown. 

“Everyone stop! None of you are listening to Y/n. She’s here to help. She knows what you have to do. You have to listen to her.” 

“No offense, but nobody really knows who she is.” Reggie replied. 

“How is that not offensive?” Sweet Pea asked. 

“I know a way we can get to know her better.” Cheryl smiled deviously. 

“What are you doing?” Veronica asked. 

“I’m in the mood for chaos. Time to go back to the better version of me. Before my heart was broken.” She replied, before Veronica or Betty could say anything Cheryl had already stepped towards you. “Come to the party tonight.” Cheryl smiled at you. 

“Me?” You asked. 

“Of course. You’re one of us now.” 

“Oh-” 

“Cheryl, do you really think this is a good idea?” Josie interrupted you. 

“Of course. Now back off. She’s one of us isn’t she? Why wouldn’t she come?” She asked rhetorically and everyone looked around. “So its settled. Bring alcohol.” She told you before walking away, Betty and Veronica following her quickly. You looked around confused, you were never invited to parties, to be honest nobody knew you existed until this musical. 

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You could hear the music from the party down the street so you were not looking forward to how loud it would be when you actually got to party. However you pushed that to the side, you were gonna have fun tonight, so you looked at the sparkling cider in your hand (it was the only thing you could find in the house) and walked into the house, to see that half of the people were already drunk. 

“My dad says I have to act my age.” Reggie complained as you walked past him. 

“You heard the man. It’s time to rage!” Archie replied and Reggie cheered. Hugging him drunkly before making their way over to the stereo. 

“Blast the bass!” A footballer shouted and Archie turned the music up. You were’t entirely sure if it could have gone any louder. Maybe this was a bad idea, you don’t fit in here. 

“Maybe I should just go home.” You mumbled and started to walk out of the living room.  

“Y/n! Turn out the light!” Archie shouted and you stopped, looking at him confused. He motioned to the light switch behind you and you flipped it off, leaving the room lit by cheap disco lights. 

“Ain’t nobody home tonight!” Reggie shouted and everyone cheered, holding their drinks up. 

“Can we smoke in here?” Fangs asked. 

“Drink, smoke, it’s all cool.” He replied. “Hey! Veronica. Lets get naked in my pool!” He made his way over to Veronica, bumping into Sweet Pea. Holy shit, Sweet Pea’s here. Like actually here, at a party, with you. 

“What the fuck dude?” Sweet Pea asked, looking down at his beer stained shirt. 

“Sorry.” Reggie slurred. “Didn’t see you there.” 

“How can you not see me?” Sweet Pea asked.

“I said I’m sorry man. Shut up.” He argued and Sweet Pea lunged at him. 

“Punch a wall Sweet Pea.” Josie shouted and he glared at her. 

“Oooo. Or start a fight!” Cheryl added. “Ain’t nobody home tonight!” 

“Josie. Reggie’s folks have a waterbed. Why don’t we go upstairs, rest your head.” He winked and Josie rolled her eyes. Reggie wrapped an arm around you and smiled. 

“Lets rub each other’s backs. While watching porn on Cinemax! Wait, sorry, you’re not Veronica.” 

“Yeah. I know.” You replied and shrugged him off you. 

“Who are you again? Actually doesn’t matter. I see Veronica!” He replied and wandered away. 

“The folks are gone!” Archie shouted, talking a break from making out with Josie. 

“Its time for big fun!” Everyone shouted. 

“Big fun?” You questioned. 

“We’re up till dawn!” Kevin cheered. 

“Having some big fun!” Fangs replied. 

“What the hell is big fun?” 

“When mom and dad forget...” Archie shouted. 

“To lock the liquor cabinet!” Cheryl interrupted and held up vodka bottles. 

“Its big fun!”

“Big fun?” You decided you would see what was going on in the kitchen because everyone in the living room was acting weird. However, there wasn’t much of a difference between the two rooms. 

“Ok, ok, ok, So its salt, and then lime, and then shot?” Evelyn asked. 

“No, its, salt, and then-” Veronica started. 

“You’re doing it wrong!” Cheryl interrupted, pushing past you. 

“Really? Cause I feel great.” She replied. 

“Yes. You dimwit.” She rolled her eyes. “Come on girls.” She pulled them out the kitchen, and you moved out of their way. Standing in the kitchen, alone, you took a deep breath. 

“Y/n. You are looking good tonight!” Sweet Pea complimented and you blushed. 

“Whoa.” You mumbled. 

“Can you pass me that beer please?” He asked. 

“Yeah. Sure.” You replied nervously and handed him it. He nodded at you before walking out, leaving you alone again. 

“A hot guy smiled at me. Without a trace of mockery!” You squealed excitedly, your nerves disappearing.  

“Oh hey Y/n.” Betty smiled at you. “I didn’t think you’d come.” She said and you shrugged. “Everyone’s high as a kite.” She complained. 

“Ain’t nobody home tonight.” Reggie interrupted and reached around her to get a drink. She rolled her eyes at him and he winked before leaving. 

“Stoned?” You asked. 

“Zoned.” She replied. 

“Maybe I should quit. I should go home.” 

“Hey, is that weed. I want a hit!” Kevin shouted from the living room. Betty groaned before walking into the living room. You decided to follow her to see what was happening, and you were not disappointed. 

“Fill that joint.” People chanted quietly. Fuck it, you thought. 

“And roll it tight!” You added. “Ain’t nobody home tonight!” You shouted and everyone cheered for what must have been the thousandth time. You looked around the room and saw Sweet Pea smiling at you. “Dreams are coming true. When people laugh but not at you. I’m not alone! I’m not afraid! I feel like Bono at LiveAid!” You said happily. 

“Huh?” Betty asked. 

“Nothing.” You shook your head. “The house is ours!” You changed the subject. 

“Its time for big fun!”

“Big fun!” You repeated. 

“Lets use their showers!” Archie suggested. 

“Why?” Betty asked. 

“Because you can fit loads of people in them.” 

“That sound like big fun!” Josie replied. Out the corner of your eye you could see Sweet Pea sigh, and look at the floor. 

“Big fun!” Fangs shouted. 

“What?” Cheryl asked. 

“Big fun!” 

“Crack open one more case!” Reggie shouted and pointed to where the beer was, however you were slightly put off them when you saw Archie and Josie practically dry humping on them. 

“I think thats what they call third base.” You mumbled. 

“Excuse me.” Sweet Pea squeezed past you. 

“Big fun!” 

“Big fun!” 

“Big fun!” People cheered as you made your way out of the house, narrowly avoiding a girl vomiting. 

“Alright, people, listen up. What is Riverdale High gonna do to Greendale High at Sundays game?” Archie shouted. 

“Gonna make ‘em go whee! Whee! Whee! Whee!” Reggie replied. 

“That doesn’t even make any sense.” Cheryl rolled her eyes. 

“Big fun!” He shouted back. 

“Big fun!” She repeated. 

Sweet Pea was sat on the curb when you found him. You sat beside him and he sighed. 

“Way to show maturity.” He sighed. 

“Huh?” You asked. 

“I said I wouldn’t get that upset about Josie and Archie and now I’m sat on the curb outside a northsiders party with someone that I don’t even know.” He complained and you winced at his use of words. 

“Were you not having big fun?” You asked with a smile. 

“Big fun.” He replied sarcastically. 

“Quit it jackass. Get off of me!” You heard Josie shout from inside, a few seconds later Archie ran out looking angry. 

“Its your fault she doesn’t want to be my girlfriend!” He shouted and you and Sweet Pea stood up. 

“What the fuck. Calm down.” You tried to reason. 

“Who even are you?” He asked. 

“Hey! Leave her alone.” Sweet Pea defended making you smile slightly. 

“This is not big fun.” You mumbled. Archie was starting to shout and you could tell Sweet Pea was trying not to punch him in the face. “Yo! Archie! Emergency! I just saw some Ghoulies sneaking over the pool fence!” He stopped ranting and looked at you before turning around. 

“I hate Ghoulies! Where are you little pricks! I’m coming for you!” He shouted as he ran to the backyard. 

“Hey, are you okay?” You asked and placed a hand on Sweet Pea’s shoulder. 

“I didn’t need your help.” He mumbled before storming back inside, you quickly followed him. 

“Aw, thanks, Evelyn, but I don’t really have to vomit right now.” Kevin said kindly and gave her a pill back. 

“The party’s hot, hot, hot!” Veronica shouted. 

“Its time for big fun!” 

“I’m sick of hearing the words big fun.” You grumbled and pushed past them so you could get to the living room. 

“You need a jello shot!” Sweet Pea said now much happier and wrapped an arm around you. You were worried about how much alcohol he had downed. 

“Thanks.” You smiled and took it off him. 

“We’re having big fun!” He shouted. 

“Big fun! I think we should take you to see Fangs.” You told him and started to pull him into the living room. 

“Toni Topaz, in the flesh.” Cheryl noticed. “Here comes the cootie squad.”

“We should-” 

“Shut up Betty!” 

“Sorry Cheryl!” 

“Look who’s with her.” Veronica pointed. “Oh my god! I can’t believe you actually came.”

“You brought her?” Cheryl asked Toni, and pointed at you. 

“What?” You both replied. 

“I’ve been here for ages. I’m getting Sweet Pea some water.” 

“Likely story. Showing up here took some guts. Time to rip them out.” She walked towards you and you backed up. “Nobody knows who you are, or what you’re actually doing here. If it wasn’t for Kevin you would still be unknown to us.” She continued and you looked at Sweet Pea. Everyone was staring at you and you wished you never agreed to come. “Oh. I get it. You like Sweet Pea? You think because Josie doesn’t want him, he might want you. How Sweet. But guess what. He’s a main part, and you’re just helping Kevin because you’ve seen Heathers too many times. Let me guess, you came here because you wanted to feel like you were apart of something. But guess what, if this was Heathers, you would definitely be Martha Dumptruck. A nobody, who wants to be like the popular people, but fails.” She finished, tears were flowing down your face and she smiled evilly at you. “But lets have some big fun.” You ran out. “See you on Monday!”  

“What the fuck was that?” Sweet Pea asked, now slightly more sober. “You do know this isn’t actually Heathers. we’re doing a school musical and you’re not actually Heather Chandler. You’re Cheryl Blossom, and she would never had been that cruel.” He shook his head and pushed past her. 

“Not cool Cheryl.” Betty added and everyone else agreed. 

“What’s your damage?” She asked angrily before storming out. 

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A few hours had passed since you left the party and you couldn’t help but think about what Cheryl had said. She was right, you were the Martha Dumptruck even though she was a great character, but that was besides your point. You decided you would go for a walk to clear your head, and reflect on the last 30ish hours of freedom until you have to go back to school and face everyone. 

“The demon queen of high school has decreed it. She says Monday, 8am, I’ll be deleted.” You sighed. “They’ll hunt me down in study hall, stuff and mount me on the wall. 30ish hours to live how shall I spend them? I don’t have to stay and die like cattle. I suppose I could change my name and ride up to Seattle, but thats a lot of hassle and I don’t own a motorbike, or car, or any mode of transport.” You sighed, stopping outside Reggie’s house. 

The party was dying down but you could tell there was a few people still in there. You wondered if Sweet Pea was still there, and what had happened when you left. You and Sweet Pea had somewhat bonded during the rehearsal, however you were nervous about having to walk him through dead girl walking. You weren’t opposed to dry humping him but you would much rather do it in a bed than on stage in front of your classmates. You were pulled out of your thoughts when you phone buzzed. 

hi, this is sweet pea. i got you’re number from betty, are you okay? what cheryl said was out of line. do you wanna come over? i enjoyed talking to you today and i think we could both benefit from talking to each other again. 

You read and re-read the text over and over again. Holy fucking shit. He wants to see you! Fuck. Right. Okay. Calm down.  

Yeah! You replied and made your way to the trailer park. 

Trailer 17 :) He text back and you had to stop yourself from running. You got to the trailer park in record time and approached his trailer. However, you could see someone standing outside one of his windows. 

“I need it hard. I’m a dead girl walking.” They muttered to themselves. “Sweet Pea, I’m in your yard, I’m literally a dead girl walking.” 

Was that Josie? You wondered to yourself. 

“Before they, well Archie punches my clock, I’m snapping off your window lock. I’ve got no time to knock I’m a dead girl walking.” She opened the window and climbed in. Slowly you walked towards the door. 

“Josie? What are you doing in my room?” Sweet Pea asked confused.

“Shh.” She shushed him. “Sorry, but I really had to wake you.” 

“I’ve kinda got someone coming over.” He replied. 

“See, I decided I must ride you till I break you.” 

“Oh.” You and Sweet Pea said at the same. “Did you hear that?” Sweet Pea asked and tried to look out the window. Josie grabbed his face, so he was looking at her. 

“Archie says I gots to go. You’re my last meal on death row.” 

“Thats why you’re here.” He replied. 

“Shut your mouth and lose them tighty-whities!” 

“Ha! Sweet Pea wears tighty-whities. Thats adorable.” You mumbled. 

“Come on Sweet Pea. Tonight I’m yours. I’m your dead girl walking. Get on all fours Sweet Pea, kiss this dead girl walking. Lets go.” She whined. “You know the drill. I’m hot...” 

“I’m pissed.” You mumbled angrily. 

“I’m on the pill. Bow down to the will of a dead girl walking.” 

“Josie. I’m supposed to be seeing someone.” He argued, but Josie cut him off by kissing him. He was surprised at first but then started to kiss back and you gasped. You turned and sat on the steps outside the trailer, wiping the tears from your face. 

“You know, you know, you know, its cause your beautiful. You say you’re numb inside, but I can’t agree.” You sighed. “So the worlds unfair.” You stood up and started to walk home. 

“Lets keep it locked out there. In here it’s beautiful. Lets make this beautiful.” Josie whispered in his ear. 

“That works for me.” Sweet Pea shrugged. 

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“Yeah! Full steam ahead! Take this dead girl walking.” You sat on top of Sweet Pea. 

Monday had rolled around but you had managed to avoid literally everyone. However that changed once you got to rehearsal. Sweet Pea and Josie had tried to rehearse Dead Girl Walking but it came across as very rigid so Kevin sent you in to show them how to do it. Much to your dismay. Sweet Pea did ask why you didn’t turn up on Friday night so you told him that when you got there he seemed preoccupied so you just left.

“How’d you find my address?” He asked. 

“Lets break the bed, rock this dead girl walking.”

“I think you tore my mattress!” 

“No sleep tonight for you. Better chug that Mountain Dew.” 

“Okay, okay.” 

“Wow.” Cheryl interrupted and you got off Sweet Pea. Sweet Pea stood up and held a hand out to you to help. 

“What are you doing here?” Kevin asked. “You’re not in this part.” 

“I thought I’d see how the two star crossed lovers are doing. Turns out its a different pair. How does it feel, this is the closest you’ll ever get to doing anything with him.” She asked and you ran off. 

“Cheryl! Why are you such a bitch?” Sweet Pea asked and Cheryl gasped. 

“Excuse me hobo.” She stepped towards him. 

“I know you and Toni broke up but thats got nothing to do with any of us, especially her. Just because you’re hurting doesn’t mean you have to take it out on any of us. Now get your head out of your ass and go talk to Toni.” He ranted before running after you. 

“Y/n!” He called after you and you turned around. “Come here.” He pulled you into a hug. “They made you cry, well Cheryl did. But that will end tonight.” He reassured you, and kissed your head. You cried harder against his chest and he hugged you tighter. “You are the only thing that’s right about this broken world.” He complimented and you pulled away, your watery eyes meeting his brown ones. “Go on and cry, but when the morning comes, well more like when they kick us out, we’ll burn it down and then rebuild this world again.” He continued and you looked at him confused. “You’re getting that this is a metaphor right? That the world is gonna change for you. Hopefully for me too.” He added sadly. 

“Are you okay?” You asked, seeing the tears in his eyes. 

“I was alone after Josie left, and then came back, and then left again, you get the picture. I was a frozen lake, again, thats a metaphor, but then you melted me awake. When I saw you in the auditorium while Kevin was introducing you, I just couldn’t take my eyes of you. I knew that you were something special and something that I needed in my life. Shit.” He laughed bitterly. “Now I’m crying too.” He said and you laughed. “You’re not alone.” His hand was cupping your cheek while the other was on your hip. He leaned in, kissing you sweetly and you felt every cliche in every movie/book ever. You pulled away and smiled. 

“You’re not alone.” You replied and leaned in to kiss him again. 

“Sweet Pea!” Josie interrupted and he pulled away from you quickly. 

“Yeah?” 

“Can we talk?” She asked. 

“Um. Sure?” He shrugged and looked at you. “Sorry.” He mumbled before following her out of the room, leaving you alone. Again. 

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“Okay. Where’s Josie!” Kevin asked stressed. Everyone looked around and shrugged. 

“I dunno.” Evelyn replied. 

“We’re missing Kurt/Archie too.” You informed him and he groaned. 

“So. What are we gonna do?” Sweet Pea asked. “We can’t do this without Josie.” 

“You can’t seem to do anything without Josie.” You mumbled. 

“Are you still pissed at me?” He asked. 

“Yes! How could I not be! I thought you liked me, but as soon as Josie wants you, you drop everything. I actually thought I belonged to a group and that people were taking an interest in me but half of you still don’t know my name and the rest of you treat me like shit! I thought you were different Sweet Pea. But you’re just like them.” You cried and stormed off.

“Great. I’ve got no Veronica, I’ve got no Ram and I’ve got no help! Sweet Pea! Stop pissing people off!” Kevin shouted, making Sweet Pea storm off. “Great. Fucking great.” He muttered. 

“Y/n!” He called after you once more. 

“What? What do you want Sweet Pea? I’m sick of playing these stupid games.” 

“I know. I’m sorry. I’ve been so caught up in Josie that I completely forgot about what was right in front of me and I know that doesn’t make it any better, especially the way I treated you but I am really sorry. I’m just damaged. We all are. Please stop!”

“Fine!” You turned around angrily. “We’re ‘damaged’. Really ‘damaged’. But that does not make us ‘wise’. We’re not ‘special’, I’m certainly not. 

“Lets be normal, see bad movies. Sneak a beer and watch TV. We’ll bake brownies. Actually forget that, I’m a rubbish baker.” He said and you laughed, moving towards him. 

“We could go bowling? Don’t you want a life with me?” You asked. “Can’t we be seventeen?”

“Thats all I want to do. I know I haven’t been the best but if you could let me in, I could be good with you.” 

“People hurt us. You hurt me. Or they vanish.” 

“And you’re right, that really blows. But we let go, take a deep breath.” He smiled at you. 

“Then we’ll buy some summer clothes. We can go camping!” You said excitedly. 

“Play some poker.” He added and you raised your eyebrows. 

“And we’ll eat some chili fries. Although, I don’t think we could play poker in Pops.” 

“We’ll just go to the speakeasy.” He shrugged. “We could go to prom, maybe dancing.” 

“Don’t stop looking in my eyes.” You cupped his cheek. 

“Can’t we be seventeen?” You both asked the same time. 

“So what’s it gonna be? I wanna be with you.” Sweet Pea asked. 

“I wanna be with you.” 

“You’re loves too good to lose.” He pulled you closer, and kissed you. 

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March 20th 2019. Dear diary/my inner monologue. Tonight is opening night. Three weeks ago Kevin asked me to help him with his production of Heathers, and three weeks ago my life changed. Cheryl apologized, begrudgingly after her and Toni got back together. And now I have a social life. I have also noticed that everyone has started to become kinder to each other which is a plus point! But the best thing to come out of this is-

“Babe? Are you okay?” Sweet Pea asked and kissed your cheek. 

“Yeah. Fine. How are you feeling?” 

“Good. Nervous though.” He admitted. 

“I brought you a rose. For good luck.” You smiled and gave him the rose. 

“Thank you baby.” He returned the smile and kissed you. 

“You’re gonna do great! You’ve got this.” 

“Well, I do have the best teacher.” He winked and you rolled your eyes. You pulled him towards you and kissed him roughly. After you pulled away he smirked at you. 

“What?” 

“You make my balls so blue.” 

“You’re so gross.” You pushed him away from you and he laughed loudly.  

“Only cast back here!” Kevin shouted. 

“I’m going!” You called back. “Good luck. You’re gonna kill it!”

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