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punkscowardschampions · 1 year ago

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Sylke pt.4

Jake: [Okay so, we know what the vibe is here until y’all inevitably crash, not at all casual loop of that scene 5ever which nobody is soz about, will you get to the end ever again, who knows? But not tonight clearly, anyway, it makes sense to skip to him showing up at her house at the o’clock they agreed]

Sylvie: [me like I hope you’ve got your TV volume turned down very low or your entire family is gonna know you’re watching what is clearly some kind of smutty scene as well as so many times that it would be ALARMING lmao, soz fam but byeeeee now, here trying to make yourself look hot for this boy without doing too damn much for what is y’all staying in on a school day, even though we all know what’s up]

Jake: [I wholeheartedly imagine his sister or China or both had to kick his ass to get him to even wake up when the alarm was popping off cos a late night was had, I sure hope your phone or whatever you were playing that film on died so it wasn’t still looping haha, so then he had an argument with his sister/China/both being like I’m not going flops and dragged himself out only when it was time for him to walk to hers and yet he still looks the same as always, which is hot if you’re into it, me like I hope you showered sir if y’all are gonna be hooking up on this day]

Sylvie: [just boy things, truly but clearly we are into it and there’s no denying that when we open this door to let you in and are giving you the LOOKIEST LOOK ever because we’re not about to pretend last night didn’t happen here, so we can, gesturing him in the door with all the !! nerves and energy]

Jake: [in a parallel to the other day throw your bag down immediately (cos we know you’ve bought drinks if nothing else) and throw your jacket down on the floor next to it after shrugging out of it, all without breaking the LOOK, because can’t pretend last night didn’t happen when you were so into it and have clearly been thinking about it and her the whole walk here, even if that was your intention]

Sylvie: [‘have you bought me more homework?’ with a smirk, even though we’re also not looking away to look at this bag serious because imagine if you really did just have a little study sesh, whatever does or doesn’t go down, certainly not the vibe, walk through to the lounge, having to take your eyes off him to not trip only before you’re right back there ‘what was your excuse?’ because clearly tomeena have let you have this week off because of Sam but he’s not got that excuse yet]

Jake: [the way he’s smiling so mischievously at her smirk and the way he’s watching her walk through, not at all subtly checking her out the entire time ‘late night’ because he’s that bitch who tells enough truth that it doesn’t seem like he’s lying, we’ve all noticed, sitting deliberately on the sofa where she sat last night judging from the angles etc in that content, he’s gotta ‘I couldn’t sleep’]

Sylvie: [when you’re already LOOKING at him so the LOOk you must do about what he’s said is basically a doubletake, very much grinning back at you with that mischievous energy like you’re children who got away with something because you are, throwing yourself onto the sofa next to him in a way that’s meant to give platonic and casual like don’t mind me but you already want to be that close to him so you are, laying your head in his lap and having your feet up the back of the sofa ‘we can always have an afternoon nap’ poking, but so gently, the bags under his eyes]

Jake: [getting more comfy also deliberately, really wanna be sat right where she was sat, feeling it, giving her as big of a LOOK down at her in his lap as he pulls her into him making sure she’s super comfy too and STROKES her hair with so much !! making a noise of agreement just cos he wants and needs to make a bit of a noise about where she is]

Sylvie: [truly hope you didn’t make a wet patch and this sofa escaped your antics because you were being feral and you wouldn’t have noticed nor cared, thank god for the dogs to blame for such incidents if anyone even notices, here now doing your own little squeak of !! at the everything that is happening, turning it into a happy sigh as you stroke his cheek before taking your hand away, finally]

Jake: [he’s hoping you did and he’s now sat in it, soz fam but we are feral, hence can’t help lowkey pulling her hair about the little squeak she let out because !! taking a deep breath because he feels like he’s already breathing insanely but then being like actually fuck it and breathing on whatever exposed skin of hers is nearest to him rn without having to do a crazy lean down or anything yet]

Sylvie: [the turned on laugh because he remembered and it’s ridiculous how badly you want this and have been thinking about it since last night, propping yourself up so you are, dangerously, more face to face than you being all the way down there and he has more options, hugging into him again from this new position, so you can do your own breathing and !! into his neck and put your arms around his shoulders]

Jake: [shamelessly committing to pulling her fully into a sitting position in his lap so they are the most face to face they can be, holding onto her so tightly and dramatically while he breathes onto her neck and collar bone and in her ear and her face, nbd, just all the places he could possibly want to]

Sylvie: [cannot and will not be keeping the ‘FUCK’ you moan as you settle into his lap from spilling out, near enough into his ear at this point, only putting any distance in how close your faces are together when you want to watch his breathing and match yours to his so you’re doing the in and out thing in the most extra way]

Jake: [likewise will not even try and stifle the noise he makes in response to that moan in any way at all, like, we could call it a GASP but it’s more extra than that truly, there’s some sound with it, moving as if like he’s again just making sure they’re both comfy as she settles in his lap but really we just had to, having the most fun ever blowing her hair over her face and then blowing it away again too, don’t mind us]

Sylvie: [taking your chance to have your hands all up in his hair, doing tugs with your inhales, shaking your head at how adorable he’s being, doing little circles with your hips on your exhales, keeping it slow and steady, unlike your breaths that are getting more out of control lowkey]

Jake: [hitting her with the biggest LOOK because of her hair antics cos we’re so about it, when you think that your lightheadedness and dizziness is because you’re breathing insanely and the effect she has on you and not because of the looming seizure we’re gonna cockblock y’all with on this day whenever we see fit, and you can’t bring yourself to care because you’re so in the moment, saying her name which is actually the 2nd half of it nickname he has given her now they are besties in the most indecent way, basically whispered in her ear, because you’ve never been able to say it before and you’re so !! by everything she’s doing]

Sylvie: [oh lads, soz we gotta do it to yous, not that you know right now so not a care in the world as you’re running your fingers down the side of his neck before your licking the same trail because he used your name/nickname and you are far from okay about it, squeezing your legs around him like you need to hold on, doing the tiniest bite at the base of his throat, not marking him ofc]

Jake: [we simply must, not just as a cockblock but as a bonding moment because peak vulnerability in her actually seeing him like this and not being freaked out like his friends were when they saw the first one or grossed out because he’s definitely gonna piss himself that’s often a thing, but for rn I will let you live boy, do the best moan ever before you grab her face and drag it back to yours, giving her a final LOOK before you go in for a kiss because I’m gonna let y’all have at least this before I ruin it all]

Sylvie: [it’s very valid and needs to happen but you also need to have your first kiss redux because you barely got to respond last time and you have to give it your everything this time as a result, just here putting all your pent up desire from what y’all did last night into this, your hands going under his shirt to feel his skin, to grab at him mindlessly as you’re really blatantly crashing your body against his in this kiss]

Jake: [mhmm, we gotta let you have a makeout sesh with an intensity the likes of which neither of you have felt before and which will only be topped by the post song reveal makeout sesh, it’s the law, so he’s likewise giving it his absolute all, catch him fully just taking off whatever top she’s wearing regardless of the number of layers or not, he simply doesn’t care either way, and bruising her like he said he would with his own grabbing of her wherever is the most movie inspo vibes]

Sylvie: [when you watched that so many times you could replay it moment for moment without even realising you were, moaning his name into his mouth, pulling his lip into yours and sucking on it so insistently as you unhook your bra and let it fall away to the floor]

Jake: [me like, dogs wherever you are, stay away and don’t come in and lick a nip or something, now is not the time sirs, when you pull away to LOOK at her braless because wanna see her and commit this memory but then you realise you can’t hear her properly or breathe properly in a way that isn’t just !! cos you feel v weird, but obvs you also can’t speak properly to tell her any of this because so many seizure symptoms and they are all such fun]

Sylvie: [the beat between letting him LOOK at you and enjoying how that feels and realising he doesn’t feel right and THEN realising that this is about to be a seizure, good thing you have had time to look it up and not feel panicked as all hell making you a hindrance more than a help, slowly getting yourself off and out his lap and smiling at him in that it’s okay way, kind of pointing at the sofa or the floor because he can decide where he wants to be but we don’t want to overwhelm you with options or lots of words right now]

Jake: [thank god they have had that convo of what to do and not and she’s had time to do some research or we’d truly be dropping y’all in at the deep end here, probably get on the floor so you don’t roll off the sofa when you’re mid and convulsing because you could hurt yourself and nobody needs that, also nobody needs you pissing yourself on said sofa either not that it would be your fault but it’d still be a ballache for the fam, don’t mind us, we’ll just be here having a seizure, it’s not fine but it’s fine, casually the longest 2 minutes of both y’all’s lives]

Sylvie: [I think the floor is the safest bet although you can always injure yourself, we’ll be putting all the pillows and soft furnishings under your head to minimise the main risk, very unpleasant for y’all but the NHS website has a whole list of things you can look out for to tell the person what the seizure was like when they come back around so at least you can do that to not feel totally helpless, just waiting until the convulsions stop so you can recovery position this and come at him like hey, how are you feeling now]

Jake: [we stan a helpful queen, your mother and sister would be FUMING if you hurt yourself, though again can’t be helped and nobody’s fault they’re just beside themselves at all times atm, and also he won’t remember a thing about this and just be lying here in confusion because most peeps don’t so it’s good to know some deets as this is the first time he’d really have any cos of keeping it under wraps, again, don’t mind him just reaching for her, it’s FINE, we’re all fine about it]

Sylvie: [moving so you’re kneeled more directly beside his head because you would have been giving him space there but now you can be closer and comfort him, gently patting his head as a welcome back and soothing it’s okay in one ‘don’t rush’]

Jake: [stick your tongue out at her in a playful manner and a ow look at this shit all in one because obvs you bit your tongue how could you not, finding her other hand and holding it even though you feel all weak and like you barely can because gotta say all the things you cannot with this gesture like thanks for being here and not freaking out and taking care of me and not being grossed out and sorry we got cockblocked by this and ILY basically]

Sylvie: [doing a pout like poor you but obviously we are actually sympathetic even if we’re playing it down not to be a drama queen about this, hence kissing our fingers and tapping your bitten tongue to make it better, laying down besides you in a way that allows us to hold your hand as we give it a little SQUEEZE as well as keep our eye on you, tell him how long that one was, even if we’ll save the rundown in our head for later because it won’t do anything for you right this second]

Jake: [doing an adorable lil smile and looking like the child you are, here basically giving heart eyes as he crawls even closer to her cos gotta be the closest you can be, tell her about what you’ve been told about the first one cos your 2nd one literally nobody saw but there were some peeps around for the first, however drunk and unhelpful they were and hence unreliable witnesses to what actually occurred, giving I’m glad you were here this time instead with his tone]

Sylvie: [very much cuddling back into him but letting him decide how y’all are cuddling because don’t want to crowd you until we’re sure you’re ready for that, still, must give him a forehead kiss as we listen to him, comparing the one he just had with what was said about the first ‘I told you sex was a trigger’ softly, half joking but half the tea]

Jake: [stroking her hair again but in the softest way ever as he’s talking because would feel like it’s taking you a thousand years to tell her these few deets because you’re so tired and not really with it ‘I told you lack of sleep was’ but amused and giving her a lil grin about it ‘you know, you’re meant to taste funny but you tasted like [whatever she did which is complimentary]’ cos not a symptom you had clearly]

Sylvie: [rubbing your cheek against the pad of his thumb, smiling at him, only a little sadly because kinda your fault there but also not going to say you regret it because you don’t and you both firmly believe you gotta live your lives so ‘are we camping here or do you want to get upstairs?’ because you can absolutely take that nap now sir but do you need to crash right now or can you get in bed and get comfy is the vibe, kissing his lips briefly for punctuation and as if you’re asking if you still taste of this thing]

Jake: [we all know he doesn’t regret it either and his eyes are saying so as he’s looking at her ‘do you have a bathroom down here?’ cos that’ll be the deciding factor as there’s nothing worse than properly pissing yourself and having to stay in it so you’ll wanna deal with that first before you do anything, not that you have clothes so you’re gonna have to borrow hers or her father’s but still, kissing her back as dramatically as you can which is very soft rn]

Sylvie: [nod, at first into this kiss before you are sitting yourself back up like okay, yeah, let’s do that, searching for your top to put back on because wouldn’t have done that when we had other priorities but pausing ‘do you want me to wait outside whilst you clean yourself up or?’ giving am I getting in the shower with you or at least assisting because realising it could be dangerous but also allowing you the privacy of us just being outside and coming in if you’ve been too long/we hear a thud]

Jake: [doing a lil pout like she did earlier about her putting her top back on cos playful vibes but also genuinely a bit gutted that she is and y’all got cockblocked that hard like that, genuinely considering her question because you know it would be wise to let her help you but you don’t want her to have to be acting like a carer on day 1 and that’s ultimately the urge that wins out so nod like yeah please do wait ‘Can you get me a drink for when I come out?’ cos being thirsty and having a headache are both lovely things for the aftermath]

Sylvie: [‘Promise I’ll take it off again’ cuffing his chin at this pout but we obviously mean that and are not deterred, even if for now it must be soft hours ‘Of course, I should have breakfast actually, I’ll get us a spread’ because you’ve definitely not eaten as you’d be too excited so a good idea and what you can say you’re doing and aren’t purely waiting for him ‘towels are in there’ standing up to show him where this bathroom situ is]

Jake: [pulling at it gently like you’re playfully gonna take her top off right now but using the gesture and her proximity to help you up without making a big thing of needing help, holding onto her for a sec because you both need and want to, just breathing her in for once instead of breathing on her ferally ‘Cool’ quietly but with all the feeling because it’s obvs more than that it’s a thanks and basically an ILY again]

Sylvie: [when you shamelessly would let him so you’re not even flinching, nor baulking at the way he used it to help get up off the floor, we could all use a minute, giving him the hug you’ve been wanting to, the genuine sigh of relief sounding a lot like your happy sigh because same thing and means so much more also, get this shower running for him because other people’s showers can be a law unto themselves, at least it’s probable there is a seat because Thomas injured himself dancing so you are very welcome Jake, turning to leave because now is no time to sexualise him but also gotta let him know you still are by flashing him a LOOK as you ask if there’s anything else he needs]

Jake: [Oh Thomas, love you, babe, soz we’re lowkey doing this fam so dirty health wise, this boy returning the LOOK while he takes off his top when she’s still in the room because didn’t get to before and it’s just saucy enough, not too much but still !! before you bring her back and kiss her again, it’s gotta be soft but nobody minds cos that’s a mood and a moment with the shower running and their emotions this high]

Sylvie: [just having a marvellous time making out with this boy and gently appreciating his toplessness without getting carried away, you love to see it, break apart with your own pouty noise like no, no, you must shower ‘hurry up, I miss you’ as you’re walking out]

Jake: [hurrying up because he misses her too and also he’s too tired to be faffing about and is probably doing a me where he can’t stand there for ages and ages, but it’s okay because we all get the joys of this boy only in a towel, you’re welcome, it’s what y’all deserve after what we’ve just done to you]

Sylvie: [the way we’re going to sneakily get your bottoms and wash and dry them so you can wear them home, just know it and appreciate it; for now we are WATCHING you from the kitchen moment as we’re finishing off whatever breakfast you’ve chucked together, probably fruit stuff because you know he’s that type, come over and hand him his drink, after he’s gotten himself comfy again]

Jake: [As someone who has pissed themselves a lot and knows exactly how he feels I do appreciate it v much actually, but catch him taking a drink and WATCHING her too over his glass because this is so domestic and the continental breakfast vibes are making you think about Paris]

Sylvie: [having the same thought and very much wanting to lay all over him but you have to let him hydrate and you must try to eat something lest you have your own dizzy spell, not cute, the heart eyes are so real though as we put this breakfast on the coffee table like help yourself]

Jake: [fruit is an excellent shout for how thirsty you feel just try not to go ham because an upset stomach is another thing that can happen and that wouldn’t be cute either, gesture for this girl to sit next to you and when she do feed her something, not even trying to be hot about it just being cute and domestic]

Sylvie: [again, a lovely time being had feeding each other, are going to have to kiss you also but we’ll keep it very chill in terms of how extra we could be, you can put on some chill music to match the vibe]

Jake: [the vibes are immaculate and I approve, after you’ve eaten (and smooched) you can go upstairs and lie down in her bed and snuggle that’ll be nice]

Sylvie: [y’all are teenagers so she’ll happily be able to nap with you as it’s clearly the AM and who wants to be up that early anyway; but the casual feral state of your room/bed after your night will have you BLUSHING as you’re leading him in because tidying was not a priority, doing a little sheepish grin at him because you both know]

Jake: [girls we all know his most mischievous smile is back at her own grin and most importantly her blush because rn with how tired this boy do be and the fit we’ve put him through last night feels like a million years ago so it’s lovely to have that reminder that it isn’t and let some of those mems flood back, I love the parallel of him letting his towel drop to the floor much like she did her bra earlier even though he isn’t doing it with !! saucy intent he really is just getting under these covers to snuggle and snooze, I also love that however sleepy he is he is nevertheless sat up in her bed for a minute looking around at her room and appreciating the vibes, trying to take in as many deets as he can]

Sylvie: [doing more smiling and blushing at his booty ‘cos boy's butts are always cute and funny idk why, hence we’re even doing a lil laugh but in a nice way because you’ve never been in this domestic a situation with a boy before and it’s weird but also you love it, whilst he’s looking around your room, rooting through your drawers for a slouchy pair of PJ bottoms or joggers he can put on after your snooze ‘you already knew I was a terrible hostess’ as you’re crouched in front of these drawers, looking at him in your bed, because giving sorry about the mess vibes]

Jake: [when you have been in this domestic a situation before because your gf literally lives with you so this should be weird/you should be feeling all types of ways rn that you’re just not because you also love it ‘cool room though’ with way more feeling than that suggests because whatever vibe she’s got going on he’d be here for it, both in the ways they are similar and the ways they are different, truly, gesturing for her to come and get in this bed with you like it’s the most natural and obvious thing in the world ever despite how naked you are and what a first this is]

Sylvie: [hurrying over to get in this bed with him, again, as if this is something you’ve done with anyone in this context, never mind him, no hesitation in also slipping under these covers, facing him so the ‘thanks’ is so unnecessarily in his grill, smoothing his hair out on your pillow]

Jake: [likewise 0 hesitation in getting really comfy immediately and wrapping his entire body around hers so entirely like he’s wordlessly saying thanks back for everything she did with how !! and cosy this snuggle is, no notes]

Sylvie: [doing the tiniest gasp into his neck, hugging him back and somehow making it tighter like you could be any closer, giving him some really soft kisses over his whole neck/face area like the you’re welcome it is]

Jake: [doing a happy sigh about it all because it’s the only acceptable response ‘thanks for giving me another chance’ because she really did not have to and he knows that, said so quietly into her skin like that’s nbd instead of something you mean with your whole heart]

Sylvie: [‘I understood’ with a microscopic shrug because you don’t want him to move away from you at all but you did, even if it was embarrassing and you were in the !! trenches, he has a girlfriend, you don’t feel as if you can really be offended by him trying to do the right thing there, speaking as quietly as he is, constantly touching him in the softest ways rn ‘and I’m glad I did, you’re alright’ understatement of the century purposefully there]

Jake: [a nod that turns into a soft but not little and very !! neck kiss because he isn’t and doesn’t want to move away either but she does understand him better than anyone rn and that’s just tea ‘I’m glad we’re friends again’ while he’s doing the absolute most kissing her neck obvs]

Sylvie: [just here silently, but not really because you’re breathing is crazy, pulling whatever you have on your bottom half down, shifting closer to him to get out of these clothes so he’s not alone in his nakedness, again, no thought to hesitation here ‘you’re a good friend’ with all the sincerity and !!]

Jake: [helping her get out of these clothes because you just wanna but also you don’t want her to have to move too much from the insanely close proximity that y’all are in cos you only wanna get closer if anything, catch him just running his hands over her body the way he did not get to do earlier, gently because you still feel weak and tired and all the things, but very intentionally]

Sylvie: [‘look at me again’ almost a question with how much it’s not a demand right now because we want to repeat the moment you were having before your seizure even if it is purely this moment and this moment alone, getting your top off over your head too so he can, love that you’re even more naked than you were, it’s giving progression, putting your hands on his shoulders, where you pushed him before in the kitchen, just reliving every moment you’ve had thus far and being so !! but soft]

Jake: [we love to see it, once again the vibes are immaculate well done lads, LOOKING at her with even more !! than earlier because you weren’t fully in the moment then with that seizure about to happen and you so are now, however tired, hence you gotta rub your face right after from how hard you were STARING at her unblinkingly for what feels like forever, running his hands over her body again with even more !! for this extra nakedness cos didn’t get to touch her boobs earlier and that’s a tragedy, finally PULLING her into him so they are even more tangled up than before, kissing her on the mouth with SUCH intensity even though it’s soft and romantic not like feral and frenzied, literally missing at one point cos of the sleepiness so he’s kissing her face and being the most]

Sylvie: [giving him just as much attention, truly giving how we were watching that scene with the way we refuse to look away, constantly inching closer to whatever part of him we’re looking at now, testing with our hands and then an individual finger and then just our nails, trying to make him feel how his looks and touches are making us feel, mirroring but only in vibe not in what you’re doing if that makes sense, the way this kiss is EVERYTHING and we’re so readily coming at his face with the same makeout energy like he meant to do it, just out here licking your face so indecently but the heart eyes energy of it all is still so real]

Jake: [it makes total sense and we’re all here for it, hence I’m gonna be nice and let y’all have a makeout sesh for a minute here that then turns into him kissing her everywhere on her body he can reach with how pressed together theirs are, before his eyes keep closing, despite how extra we wanna be with all our heart eyes and LOOKS whenever there’s the slightly pause for breath or anything, and he literally yawns so neither of y’all can ignore it, hard as he’s been trying to]

Sylvie: [stroking his face as he’s yawning, pulling him closer to you again and gesturing for him to get comfortable and just snaking your body around his when he does, finding one of his hands under the covers and bringing it to your mouth clasped in your own hand to kiss like a promise of more later, resting your head on his shoulder to look at him ‘night, Jake’ like it isn’t the morning because we don’t care what time it is, it feels like an endless continuation from your feralness from actual last night and you’re both finally crashing properly]

Jake: [getting so comfy and making his hold of her an even tighter one, tight like he’s relieved he can be that !! because he’s been feeling so weak up to now and this is more like his usual self, pulling her head from his shoulder to his chest like he did on the sofa, stroking her hair again as he kisses it, on her ear so he can say it back to her into it like a sleepy but hot af whisper, calling her her nickname again obvs because all the feeling]

Sylvie: [not you sleepily drawing an ‘S’ over the pec your head isn’t on over and over, lowkey hypnotising yourself to sleep with the repetition and the comforting feel of his chest going up and down beneath you, doing a happy sigh once again because you really like this nickname and I feel like it isn’t one anyone else calls you particularly so it feels like it is just for y’all which is why you like it so much]

Jake: [lowkey hypnotising this boy to sleep as well, we know because it’s a nice feeling and a simple enough letter that he can decode what you’re doing and is ofc into it, saying something that would sound like sleepy nonsense but is actually you telling yourself to remember an idea of a lyric that you just this second had, trying to make sure you don’t forget it when you wake up, and will make sense to her later when she hears said song like omg OH and yeah I 10000% agree with you about the nickname btw it’s so them vibes because the french of it all that there’s no reason why it needs to have been anyone else’s go to at any point, go to sleep though sir, you need it]

Sylvie: [we will let y’all fall to sleep and stop waffling but sorry y’all are really cute and there’s nothing to be done about that, shipping it so wholeheartedly]

Jake: [so do I, don’t mind me, in as deep as them, but yeah get some zzz because there’s no reason you can’t sleep for hours and hours uninterrupted and he’ll feel so much better for it]

Sylvie: [will be kind and say you wake up before anyone gets home because I want to and that’s still giving hours and hours, always love that moment when you wake up and have the split second of not remembering something and then this boy is here in your bed, cuddled into you so hard and it’s like OH, practically making a noise so akin to that OH as this hits you as you’re rubbing your eyes and doing a satisfied yawn ‘cos that was clearly a fire nap]

Jake: [I agree, clearly Meena had a full day of busy author things to be getting on with so there’s no reason for her to be back early but we gotta give them some time before he needs to be home instead of having to just wake up and run, he’ll likewise have the same moment of wtf and where am I but smiling so big when the realisation hits and he’s woken up by her, quiet as she was, because of how close they still are ‘I thought I dreamt it’ as the first thing you say because every moment has been such immaculate vibes]

Sylvie: [doing an apologetic but ultimately buzzing so not really that sorry grin back at him for waking him up, biting your bottom lip as you pinch his cheek with the bants of making sure he isn’t but there’s some !! behind it because pinching yourself was mentioned last night and we both remember that ‘morning’ with the same cheeky energy]

Jake: [we do all remember so pinching her side with even more !! because I’m sure he had an arm around her waist or whatever in a way that felt casual in contrast to how much that’s not, LOOKING at her as if y’all weren’t asleep a sec ago with how intense and suddenly focused it is]

Sylvie: [holding either side of his face and pressing your forehead against his chin when you make a NOISE about how he’s now holding you around your waist and LOOKING at you because you can’t handle any of it]

Jake: [when you’ve gotta make a NOISE of your own about hers because you’re likewise not at all fine or casual about any of this, really trying to PULL her entire body into yours as if you could get any closer so really you’re just leaving more bruises like you said you would, letting her know how much better you feel with how !! you’re capable of being now]

Sylvie: [LOOKING up at him, firmly yet with the softness from before pressing your fingers into his cheeks, feeling how sharp his cheekbones and then jawline are like your eyes are deceiving you ‘you look good’ casual words said so uncasually because the double meaning of how much better he looks compared to earlier as well as how into him we are right now, pushing into his hands in approval, wanting more]

Jake: [‘I feel better’ it’s obvious and casual words of your own but you gotta say it in a tone that conveys both how much you do and how much is down to her because that nap was fire and we all know the reasons why, pushing his body into hers with the same energy]

Sylvie: [‘you feel fucking incredible’ as a gasp essentially because y’all are so close and you can feel everything and you’re so about it, having to kiss him to stop yourself saying anything else/making any more noises THAT blatant, pushing his hands up from your waist to your chest insistently]

Jake: [soft hours are over sis so he will be kissing her back hard like the makeout sesh they were having earlier before we rudely interrupted them and touching her chest with 0 hesitation but with all the !! he did not earlier, doing a lil moan into her mouth about it]

Sylvie: [pinching him again in the most feral way you can, aka paying attention to his nips right now because you need to be as !! but you can’t do anything to leave a mark atm so this is a safe bet as well as as unhinged as you want to be with this boy, panting softly in contrast to how hard everything else is]

Jake: [catch him biting her tongue in response, obvs nowhere near as he did his, soft in contrast to how hard the kisses are, as if he isn’t allowed to leave a mark either but wants them to be matching, going even harder with how he’s touching her boobs rn, really doing the most but we’ve always gotta do more so kissing his way down to them until he’s eventually there having left a trail of frankly unhinged kisses and licks along the way, doing all the kissing and sucking and licking once he is like it’s his job]

Sylvie: [the disbelief turned pure pleasure that plays out as your eyes widen and then roll in your head at this tongue bite, such a strangely muffled moan about it which also gets you because sounds not dissimilar to when you had to gag yourself about it before, letting your hands follow the trail he is leaving, touching yourself where he has touched you, like you’re making reminders, tangling your fingers in his hair, pushing his head against your body, as if he’s thinking of leaving]

Jake: [we all know he’s thinking of and being reminded of the same things and is equally feral about it hence continuing to do the absolute most, here knowing we’re leaving all the marks known to man and we couldn’t be happier about it, just when it feels like he’s gonna do this all day though, moving down, giving the same treatment to her stomach and her hips for again what feels like forever but eventually pausing to LOOK up at her because gotta ask her permission to go there and do that even though last night she said she couldn’t wait for him to taste her and we’re likewise remembering that vividly, you know she hasn’t done this before, so gotta check she irl does wanna]

Sylvie: [LOOKING back at him, propping yourself up on your elbows so you really can, looking at all the marks he’s made on you and thrusting yourself almost into him like SO close to his mouth it’s like you are teasing him on purpose but it was just your genuine reaction to the sight ‘can I… take a picture of you, even just a before and after, you look like [the man from the film]’ and we want to memorise this and obsess over it just as much as that scene, frankly]

Jake: [when he was so shady about Libi always having her camera out and we all just know he isn’t letting China take content of him either unless it’s literally like him performing and band content he can post, but as Taylor would say it hits different cos it’s her and he’s so readily agreeing to this and his ‘yeah’ is not at all casual]

Sylvie: [mhmmmmm, the way we are not usually this girl either and I imagine your socials are pretty scant for a girl even if not as hard as his are because boys are like it as a rule practically and he has his personal vendetta too; but you simply gotta to a degree you don’t even understand but it is a must ‘and I want you to record it, how it sounds when you make me yours’ because all remember he said you gotta be his and we intend to be]

Jake: [I love it for you lads, I truly do, iconic of y’all, nobody talk to me about the way he LOOKS at her when she says that because he remembers too but the way it hits hearing her use the words irl is EVERYTHING, here moaning her nickname fully as he starts to do this, kissing her thighs first and doing the absolute most like he did everywhere else, me here like, when was the last time you did any of this for your gf Jake? Because it completely gives something he’d do at the start before they’ve had sex and aren’t trying to rush into it but then not something he’d do once they are, soz but it’s true and I had to say it]

Sylvie: [NODDING like he needs the confirmation that you’re serious and you mean it when it’s so blatant in your !! energy that is filling this room right now in the anticipation for everything to come ‘I think your name might always make me wet now, it’s a problem’ as a confession that comes tumbling out of your lips in response to your own name being moaned, because you absolutely were his incessantly last night and we all know it; meanwhile my boo says someone had to say it and she’s so real lmao]

Jake: [this boy going for it like he’s gotta check to see if what she said is true and how wet she is and thus how big of a ‘problem’ it is and that’s the only way, letting her take as many pics as she wants to as though he’s that bitch before reaching for her phone to put it right by his head and press record because god knows where his is rn and we’re not stopping to find that]

Sylvie: [almost smashing your head into your headboard with the force you have to throw it back to make the most noise about this, balling up your fists in the sheets ‘they were soaked’ which feels like no exaggeration with how hard and long y’all were going so we mean it ‘do I taste like [whatever he said you did post-seizure]?’ not said for the benefit of this recording but it’s all going to be here along with how indecent everything he’s doing sounds]

Jake: [when you hear her almost crack her skull but you’re not stopping for that either, soz gal, he’ll check you’re okay after I promise but rn we’re too !! tell her about the state of you cos whatever set up you had and wherever you were you were also cumming all over everything, whether that’s tissues you can tell her you used like a full box of or whatever the vibe was, we know what I’m saying and it’s that he was as extra, also telling her she tastes like an elevated version of whatever he said earlier, somehow, because duh even better]

Sylvie: [‘the way you could feed me every single one’ shaking our head and doing the hottest lol because an unhinged thing to say and mean with your whole chest, which is apparent in how desperately we’re grinding against your tongue about it, whining full 🥺 because the nicest thing you’ve ever heard and you can’t cope]

Jake: [do your own hot lol about it which will kill her because you’re not pausing any of your antics, instead getting your fingers involved too because gotta do the most in response to those sorts of reactions and give her more]

Sylvie: [doing an OMG gasp and giggle like that tickled but you’re also beyond obsessed with how it felt and he knows it from the way you are again using his hair to keep him where he is ‘I’ve never gone this far, been touched like this by someone else’ it was obvious and he knew but you’re still saying it if only to showcase how hard it is to speak]

Jake: [laugh again at how she’s holding you hostage by your hair like oh you but really you just wanna give her that feeling again ‘Is it okay?’ said not like you need permission/are checking that she is but like you want her to tell you how good it is, because of course you do]

Sylvie: [try your hardest to tell him how good this is without overthinking it, the only thing making you pause is the way you have to catch your breath from the way you are panting at this point ‘like my body was made for this and anything and everything else is a waste of time?’ letting go of your grip on his hair like you expect a response because you do wanna know how he feels too]

Jake: [‘for me’ because you couldn’t agree more sis, you feel like you could do this forever and that has nothing to do with getting your energy back after this fire nap, doing the most like you’ve really gotta make the point she’s yours and like you weren’t already doing what you both thought was the most before, surprising yourself a lil bit with how slay you’re being because we all know damn well you weren’t when you did this before, soz but it’s again too true]

Sylvie: [‘yours’ for the confirmation no one needed that you are there and you feel it, running your hands the entire length of your body for emphasis like all of me because you are slaying this for us and you are getting all the confirmation]

Jake: [you likewise don’t need to say ‘mine’ back like y’all are stuck in another loop but you are and you do, catch him pinching her inner thigh so hard rn because they both can’t believe this is happening and it is so slay]

Sylvie: [we love a loop and it’s going to be getting closer and closer the closer we get, volleying these words off each other with the !! that is growing with every second ‘is that what it feels like?’ as an interruption at the sharp shock and how it’s got you THINKING about when you eventually go all the way with this boy]

Jake: [my boo says that’s so y’all’s vibe and she’s so right for that, he clearly isn’t a bitch who usually repeats himself but you better believe he’s out here doing that in every possible indecent tone he can, in answer to her question ‘it feels like this’ and giving her the most !! lovebite, really going to town with it because you know she will love that and so do you and you’re just letting her know how much you wanna have sex with her as if that wasn’t blatant]

Sylvie: [got to love making a boy chattier than he ever is, with all the positive feedback, how could you not both get lost in this moment like you truly are the only people who exist and there’s 0 chance of anyone interrupting when you’re teens so that is never true, no fucks given, out here doing the UNHOLIEST noise about the lovebite and saying his name as indecently as you ever have]

Jake: [you’re both welcome we’ve been rude and cockblocky enough that we aren’t hitting you with a very real parental interruption because at this age that is so possible and Meena would have no reason to knock not even knowing this boy is here, I’m sure everyone’s notp has been walked in by Jake’s mum and/or sister and it was mortifying, but we don’t need to think about that when we can think about him pulling all the stops to make her keep making the unholiest noises ever]

Sylvie: [it’s bound to happen but not today, you are owed this uninterrupted glory for the baptism of fire we put y’all through, soz not soz, have to be here asking him ‘when?’]

Jake: [‘When you’re ready’ like he’s just being a caring and supportive no pressure kinda lad but we’re saying that too indecently and exactly like we want her to say how ready she is now/beg him to do it because again, of course]

Sylvie: [‘make me ready for you’ giving back the exact same energy because now it’s a game of who will end up breaking first casually and we’re as about this as we have been everything else]

Jake: [yet again so y’all’s vibes, catch him literally trying to kill her with how extra he’s being in response to that, no notes]

Sylvie: [when you raise your head again to smirk at him like I win because you can’t actually lose in this scenario but you’re only able to MOAN whilst LOOKING directly at him and that kills you so hard]

Jake: [this just turning into a staring contest while they both MOAN and he continues to put his all into making her cum is too real, living your best lives lads]

Sylvie: [your eyes only moving from his to LOOK at this phone just as meaningfully because now you’re imagining how all of this has sounded and that it’ll sound even more feral when you start to cum for him momentarily and you’re so about it you can’t even verbalise, your mouth is just open like !!]

Jake: [truly wishing for his phone (who is he and when has he ever) so that he could take a million pics of her rn like this because dare not use hers in case he accidentally stopped the recording which would be too devastating to risk, tell her how much she sounds like the gal from the film though because she’ll love that as much as you did when she said you looked like the dude]

Sylvie: [THE biggest smile ever because you do, even if you have to immediately pull the pillow he was sleeping on over your face because you’re too close to be having those big feelings, shaking your head like I cannot]

Jake: [his ‘look at me’ being said the second she pulls that pillow over her face because you just gotta, evil of you but we wouldn’t have it any other way, the way his voice sounds making it clear she has no choice about this]

Sylvie: [when all you can see are her 🥺 eyes peeping over this pillow because we’re afraid of how hard we’re going to lose it but also DYING to show you if it’s anything like last night was for you, which it will be]

Jake: [doing the hottest ever 😏 at her because she did that for you and you know you could make her do anything atm, rewarding her with an even more indecent lovebite because it starts out so slow and soft but then is so !!]

Sylvie: [pushing the pillow down and hugging it to our chest like we gotta literally brace ourselves here ‘fuck you’ at this smirk but it’s said like a fuck me, absolutely, before the lovebite just has us out here being blatant with it ‘fuck me’]

Jake: [doing the hottest lol at her fuck you before the fuck me has you back doing the most because taking it as the instruction it is duh, out here not even pausing for breath or anything so breathing absolutely insanely as per]

Sylvie: [reaching out to clutch his face to yours, saying his name like you’re trying to find him and you can’t ‘I need you’ never been truer, putting your legs around him to pull him closer]

Jake: [shamelessly kissing her so that she knows what she tastes like 1. And 2. So that then he can start over the whole kissing down her entire body shenanigans, doing the most at every step of the way until he’s right back where he was, love that we’re really acting like we have all day here to do this because it cannot be overstated how long he’s taking for the makeout sesh and to kiss her everywhere and how indecently, like sir you do have a home to go to]

Sylvie: [will be kissing your tongue the extra way we could not earlier but have wanted to ever since ‘how mean of me’ like your poor injured tongue, I did not even stop to think, doing a hot lol because we all know there is nothing else he’d rather be doing, as is apparent when he cannot resist kissing you all over again ‘stay’ like he doesn’t have a home to go to and he can ‘until we pass out again’]

Jake: [saying ‘here’ in a way that’s not coherent because of how deep inside her his tongue is like yes I shall, right here forever and always it’s fine, no notes, just here being as feral at eating her out as he ever has]

Sylvie: [‘I’m your-’ going to say home but being cut off by the biggest orgasm you have ever had, which is, only fittingly, repeating and building into multiples you wouldn’t even be able to count right now if you tried]

Jake: [both of y’all shooketh by that in the best way because he’s never seen or caused anything like it and she’s never felt anything like it, you’ve earnt collapsing on this bed beside her as she tries to recover remotely, both of you take several moments to process this, we’ve left the recording running still and I love that]

Sylvie: [just here breathing like you’ve ran a marathon, feeling like you could die but in this moment you’d be okay with it because happy doesn’t cover the literal euphoria, finding his hand and giving it the weakest SQUEEZE but a SQUEEZE nonetheless because holy shit]

Jake: [his breathing definitely as insane 100% hence we’re letting this recording run to catch it for a bit longer before turning it off, using his free hand to push her hair off her flushed and sweaty face, blowing it too like he did earlier ‘Do you want some water?’ because she got some for him before and he’s more than willing to return the favour]

Sylvie: [closing your eyes as he tickles your face with these softer antics, smiling, putting out your other hand ‘pass me my phone?’ because you need to take your after photos of him, first and foremost]

Jake: [do pass her that phone, yet more evidence of how here for it you are that you’re not even playfighting her or anything about it]

Sylvie: [telling him how long you were recording when your eyes can properly register the screen, giving you are shook by how long he kept that up as well as how the hell did I manage to last that long ‘no wonder you did that to me’ like how could I not lose it in a way I never have before, taking pictures of him, the heart eyes in the way we’re getting every angle humanly possible rn]

Jake: [shamelessly giving her heart eyes back because he’s in too deep and he can’t not, love that she’ll capture his shook expression too when she tells him how long they were at that]

Sylvie: [nodding like I know, casually, very shakily and slowly, straddling him like you need to for the shot and not just because you want to ‘no pressure or anything, but I’m going to need you to do that every day now’ like lol not living without it thank you]

Jake: [when you were gonna do a hot lol or say something sassy but in no world is he not the most turned on he’s ever been + naked so her straddling him just causes the most indecent GASP of all time ‘no pressure, but I’m going to need you to do something for me right now’]

Sylvie: [taking his dick in your hands, doing your own gasp at the way it is throbbing, shuddering as you slide him between your legs, being so wet you can easily create a smooth rhythm by rocking your hips back and forth slowly, hissing through your teeth as you let him enter you, only as far as his tongue could ‘how does that feel?’ after you’ve once again hit record]

Jake: [just doing the MOST unholy sound you’ve ever made in response because it feels so good that it’s all you can do, once again no notes, out here being super dramatic as per usual]

Sylvie: [trying to maintain the most torturously slow rhythm ever but the way this feels for you is already making you feral again too, leaning down to suck and kiss and bite at his chest, basically only his nips because you know you’re going to get carried away and you can’t mark his skin]

Jake: [likewise trying to keep up with the pace she’s set and also not put more of yourself inside her each time you thrust in and out than she did but you’re feeling as feral and definitely going to get carried away too, so absolutely pushing the full length into her when she is being !! with his nips, soz but he cannot help it]

Sylvie: [the way you will feel the sharp intake of breath we do on your skin followed by the shuddering exhale and spluttering, wet moan as you fully penetrate us ‘you have it, you have my virginity’ as if you actually can’t believe it, pressing your forehead into his chest as you ride this feeling out with a groan straining behind your bitten lips ‘Jake, take it more’ just in case he was under any illusion you wanted to stop this]

Jake: [when you genuinely did not mean to and you were gonna try your hardest to go back to just the tip after that one slip up truly but then her mentioning her virginity has you losing your mind because realising that you can’t just and then she’s also telling you she didn’t want you to, so letting yourself do this instead of holding back]

Sylvie: [kind of in disbelief that this is happening but in the best possible way, like this is all a dream again, hence pinching yourself as you unfold again, sitting up straighter so he can see you pinching your own nips about it ‘it feels better’ like you gotta let him know how good this feels]

Jake: [we’re all in shock and awe rn, this boy especially, because y’all are out here not using no protection or nothing, being so reckless like you’re in a committed relationship and old, LOOKING at her as he WATCHES her do that ‘I don’t care if it’s a trigger’ because likewise, would risk having another fit rn or a million of them if it means they can keep doing this]

Sylvie: [the way you’re both giving no thoughts just vibes so hard, iconic tbh, gotta do what you gotta do, which right now is touching on our body where he is inside us because again, can’t believe it is happening and that this is all possible ‘that’s you’ as the most !! statement]

Jake: [it’s fine we all know Alison would come through with a morning after pill if you needed it and via Mags if you didn’t wanna say it was for you, whether or not she’s actually had sex herself or not by this point, you’re welcome for that lads cos not a thought in your heads about it, he’s just here going in deeper inside her ofc]

Sylvie: [y’all are truly welcome for the freakout you don’t need to have later because there isn’t a remote chance of you stopping now and that couldn’t be clearer in how we’re laying on top of him instead of straddling sitting up 1. So we can kiss him about this but 2. So we are closer and you’re deeper inside us still]

Jake: [oh good have a lovely makeout sesh while you go at this so you don’t say anything too extra because I’m saving the first ILY for when they run away to Paris and not a moment before so shh bitch, the way this is gonna get you so close to cumming because you are deeper and y’all are closer and kissing, they’re definitely not stopping]

Sylvie: [my boo says you shut your mouth sir and she is so right, as she is for saying you’re both going to cum so fast because no one was prepared for this, hence ‘I want your cum’ is as true as it is encouragement because he doesn’t need to hold on for our sake here]

Jake: [mhmm, and rn he’s gotta because he’s literally 14 years old he doesn’t have the self control to not, even Ronan did it and he didn’t even like Carly like that so, when the feelings are CLEARLY this high and she’s saying what’s probably the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to you, then yeah, you’re gonna cum so hard that you’re once again shook by it]

Sylvie: [nobody move, nobody is able, just here collapsed on top of him, dead, once again, trying to get your breathing back under control, only moving a literal finger to draw another ‘S’ on his skin, wherever is easiest to reach]

Jake: [soz I love it because if he’d had the opportunity he would’ve got really in his head about making her first time ‘special’ because he’s been that bitch and China is that sentimental girlie and y’all are not the notp and it doesn’t need to be that, so just try vaguely to recover/wait it out to see if sex is a trigger and you are gonna have another fit, which thankfully you aren’t, while you basically hold onto her for dear life]

Sylvie: [it would be really awkward if you ‘gave’ him another seizure but thankfully all triggers are only possible and it isn’t a guaranteed or idk what you would do lol, raising your head on one side to look at him for the first time since you both lost yourself in that moment, like are you okay/was that okay, just praying you’re still on the same page and it’s not about to go south]

Jake: [I like to think he’s looking at her with the exact same are you okay/was that okay questions in his eyes because it was her first time and he cares, like literally at the same moment he’s about to ask her when he sees that she’s asking him too with a look, so smiling like oh what we like]

Sylvie: [smiling back until it’s a grin ‘we just had sex’ like can you actually believe that because what a wild ride you two have been on to get here]

Jake: [‘I didn’t hurt you’ not as a question but as a statement because he didn’t and he said he didn’t want to and wouldn’t again, even though it would be more physical if he had rn and you were mainly talking emotionally then]

Sylvie: [‘next time’ before kissing the tip of his nose ‘cos you’re playing with him, finally rolling off top of him and laying beside him again, covering you both up with your duvet so you don’t get cold now the sweat y’all are covered in is cooling off ‘I didn’t know who I would do that with’ because the kind of thing you start to think about at this sort of age and then she was in her it’s never happening moment because of the diagnosis]

Jake: [doing a hot lol like oh you, grabbing her again and snuggling her once she’s got the covers over you both like she needs the extra warmth and you don’t just want to ‘I didn’t know we would yet’ because whatever ego you have you didn’t come here expecting that she’d do it all today even though you wanted to]

Sylvie: [‘why wait?’ spoken into the crook of his arm as you snuggle down because you can’t think of a reason, not now, ‘I mean-’ doing your tiny shrug that doesn’t displace you again because you know you should care he has a girlfriend but you’d be lying if you said you cared enough to let it effect this]

Jake: [you likewise can’t think of a reason and you’re not gonna force yourself to try, not now, repeating the ‘nothing’s stopping us’ that you said before like it’s y’all’s catchphrase because lowkey it is]

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Zoe smirks, leaning back against the plush booth as if she owns the moment. “Oh, you mean the one in the blazer that screamed, ‘I just learned what tailoring is’? Yeah, I caught that,” she teases, flicking her hair over her shoulder with dramatic flair. “But, Mae, let’s be real—he wasn’t checking me out. He was just too stunned by the glow of our collective fabulousness to focus. That’s what happens when you roll in with main character energy.”

She leans forward, resting her chin on her hand, her voice softening but keeping that playful edge. “And don’t try to deflect, Miss Mae. I saw you catch a few eyes on the way in. You’ve got this quiet, mysterious thing going on tonight, and trust me, people notice. Own it, babe.”

Zoe gestures subtly toward the table, where a waiter has just placed down glasses of water with a polite nod. “Now, drink up. Hydration is key to looking flawless and dancing like a queen later. Plus, you’ll need your energy when I inevitably drag you into some shenanigans.”

Her eyes sparkle as she tilts her glass toward Mae, a toast in the making. “To unforgettable nights, undeniable confidence, and making that cousin of yours regret they ever doubted how much of a vibe we are. Cheers!”

She clinks her glass lightly against Mae’s and takes a sip before setting it down with a mischievous grin. “Alright, spill. What’s the game plan if we spot someone cute? Subtle charm or full-on ‘Oops, I accidentally dropped my napkin in front of your table’ vibes? I’m flexible, but you’re calling the shots on this one.”

Mae feels Zoe’s words linger, like a balm against her nerves. She blinks at the sudden squeeze on her arm, a small smile creeping onto her face despite herself. “Coolest person there?!” she murmurs, as if trying the words on for size. They don’t feel entirely hers yet, but Zoe’s confidence is as relentless as her bouncy spirit.

Mae tightens her grip on Zoe’s hand as she’s tugged forward, letting out a quiet laugh. “Okay, okay! Mission accepted, but no promises on the cousin thing. You’re the one who’s good at stealing the spotlight.”

Her smile widens and it's like the earlier tension fades and a new one ebbs matching Zoe’s pace, if not her entire energy. She's trying to be the best copy of someone else and yet there’s a warmth in Zoe’s determination to make her feel bold tonight—a rare kind of magic.

FLASHFORWARD — a car ride later…

The restaurant exudes so much elegance, the kind of place where soft lighting and plush upholstery make everyone feel a little more important (and is that bad?). The hostess leads them through the maze of occupied tables to a secluded booth tucked away in a cozy corner.

Mae slides in, brushing her long hair over one shoulder, the subtle perfume she picked out earlier wafting faintly in the air. She can feel the hum of the room, the curious few glances following them or the people around them like ripples in water.

“This spot’s totally perfect, don't you think, Zoe?” She says, her eyes scanning the space like she’s assessing its potential or secretly seeing if it's up to Zoe's standards. Then, with a sly smile, she adds, “I still think you’re the one carrying this confidence thing, though. Did you see that cute boy walking in as we're being let out? He was totally checking you out.”

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seal-writes-stuff · 2 years ago

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Boyfriend

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: swearing, fighting, alcohol consumption, a brief mention of cults, Christian Hughes (derogatory)

Summary: Turns out things can escalate pretty quickly when it’s just you, your best friend’s asshole boyfriend and a party that you really, really didn’t want to attend.

A/N: Hi everyone! I’ve noticed that I keep subtly dunking on Christian in my fics, so I decided to change things up for once. Time to dunk on him full-force. Hope you enjoy!

“Look, I mean no disrespect and all that,” you sink deeper into the couch. “I just don’t trust these people. End of.”

Dani, who’s sitting right next to you, tilts her head. There’s no judgment in her eyes, just a mischievous sparkle that enables you to continue.

“What, not even Pelle?”

“Especially Pelle, Dani. Nobody’s that nice.”

“Pelle’s that nice.”

“Cult leaders are that nice!” you see the surprised look she gives you and quickly catch yourself. “Well, maybe not cult leaders… I don’t know, I’m getting vibes off of him, that’s all I’m saying.”

“Ri-i-ight. And Mark is…”

“Mark.”

“Yeah, fair enough. What about Josh, though?”

“Josh…” you rub your chin, mulling it over. “Alright, you’ve got me, Josh is okay. But why does he hang out with the rest of them, then? Something’s not right.”

“Maybe you just don’t like anybody.”

“I like you.”

Dani looks away with a smile while you pretend to be extremely interested in the carpet. She’s your best friend, you remind yourself, and she’s taken. Don’t do stupid shit.

“Why are you the one convincing me to go anyway? I thought you hated parties.”

Dani shrugs. There’s a deep sadness in her eyes, a sadness which breaks your heart.

“Well, Christian’s excited. I know you don’t like him very much, but…”

Well… That’s one way to put it. To be more specific, you hate Christian’s guts and the feeling, from what you could gather, is quite mutual. You bite your tongue to keep yourself from saying things you’ll regret later, though. For Dani’s sake, of course – not his, never his. You’d gladly keep your opinions to yourself if it meant her happiness.

Happiness, that is.

“Oh, Christian’s awesome.”

“You don’t believe that.”

“What gives?” you laugh as Dani taps your arm playfully, pretending to punch you. “Okay, seriously though: if you guys love each other, that’s all that matters. Who cares what I think, really?”

“Yeah, you’re right…” she mumbles. She then realizes what she’s just said and blushes. “Wait, I-I didn’t mean it like that. I care what you think, I just-”

“I know! I’m just joking around, relax,” you brush her shoulder with yours, smiling. “No hard feelings, I promise.”

“Oh, okay… Okay, great.”

For a brief moment, Dani looks down, pink still dusting her cheeks. That look on her face, that sweet smile on her lips make you speak before you can talk yourself out of the idea.

“Alright, you know what, I’m in. Let’s go together. If you’ll want to escape, just blink twice or something.”

“Thank you!” Dani throws her hand around you. “You’re the best, you know?”

“I’m trying,” your words are quiet as you hug her back, feeling the subtle scent of her shampoo.

This might be fun, right?

***

Well, who could’ve guessed. This party fucking sucks.

You stare at the kitchen floor, swirling what’s left of your drink in a red plastic cup. Dani’s catching up with some of her other friends while you’re stuck in the sad and inevitable “I should’ve stayed home” phase of any gathering you’ve ever attended.

You can’t blame her, though. You know she would’ve stayed by your side the whole evening if you asked her to, but you didn’t. You wouldn’t, too; she deserves to relax and enjoy herself. Can’t expect her to cater to your every need.

After some quiet contemplation you finally decide that enough is enough. You’ll check on Dani to see if she wants to leave, make up some excuse for the host and then dip. No, first you’ll need to call an Uber – you’re leaving either way, so better to take care of that in advance. Or maybe you should first-

“Y/N.”

You look up, only to be met with none other than Christian Hughes himself lingering in the doorway. The whole evening – just like any other evening, you suspect - he seemed like he desperately wanted to be somewhere else. You’ve never known if it was a result of your presence or his general attitude about life. Honestly, you couldn’t care less either way.

Right now, however, Christians’s not bored. Right now, he wears some kind of a strange blank expression you’ve never seen before.

Oh, to hell with that. He can’t expect people to walk on eggshells and guess his every mood.

“Christian,” you nod, pushing yourself away from the counter. “I’d love to chat, but-”

Before you can finish, Christian blocks the exit, standing right between you and the door. There’s some dumb defiance in his eyes, like’s about to cause trouble and is well-aware of that.

Except you’re not in the mood. You’re tired, you’re irritated and you’re a bit drunk – just enough to lose some of your inhibitions. The only thing you can offer him right now is annoyance.

“Oh, come on.”

“Why are you like this?”

You stare at Christian for a moment, wondering if he’s worth the fight he’s so desperate to start for some reason. You know in your mind that he isn’t. The hardest part is to convince yourself of that.

“Like what?”

“You know what I’m talking about. Look, whatever problem you have with me, it’s not-”

You sigh, exasperated.

“I have no problem with you. Now, could you please-”

“I’m not going anywhere until we sort this out.”

“Dude.”

“It’s because of Dani, isn’t it?”

You feel a wave of all-consuming rage rising deep in your chest. As if every ounce of your suppressed anger, years worth of it, resurfaced to escape your body and strike Christian right in his stupid head. But just a moment later, you take a deep breath, forcing yourself to be calm and collected.

After all, you need a clear head to really kick his ass.

“M-m-m...” you look away and bite your lower lip. “Speaking of Dani, what was she talking about in the living room, do you remember?”

This catches Christian off-guard. He blinks at you - you can almost hear the gears turning in his head.

“Wh… No?”

“Don’t you think it’s a bit weird? I mean, it happened, like, ten minutes ago.”

“Why does it matter? I’m not-”

“It does matter, Christian, because Dani finally got done with the shittier part of her thesis. Now she’s doing the stuff she actually loves.”

“She-”

“So she was excited and wanted to share with you. You know, because she loves you? And you were too busy being vaguely annoyed, or whatever the fuck, I don’t even know. But hey, at least your buddies must think you’re really cool, huh?”

“I… You’re fucking crazy.”

“I'm fucking cra- Okay, you know what, I'm not even entertaining that. You know I’m right, so you say this shit to feel better about yourself. Cause God forbid you’re wrong for once, right?”

It seems like you’ve hit a nerve. Christian huffs through his nose; his face flushes as you bite back a smirk. You’re past holding back, past feeling bad at all. He started it, and you sure as hell will finish it.

“You know nothing about our relationship.”

“Well, you know nothing about your girlfriend! It’s shocking, really, gets me every time. She always tries to talk things through with you, tries to include you in everything, buys you these … What are they called, these fucking cookies you like every time she goes to the grocery store. Every time! Simply because she cares. So tell me, does she always get that face on your face in response? That’s something I don’t know.”

Shit, what are you even saying? ‘Face on your face’?

“What does it have to do with-”

“Jesus Christ… Okay, third time’s the charm. You treat my best friend like shit. I don’t know why. I honestly don’t care why either. So yeah, I don’t like you, I don’t respect you and the sooner you leave her life the better.”

“Leave? Please. Like anyone would treat her better. You don’t know how much I-”

“Exactly, anyone would treat her better! I would treat her better!” you shake your drink for emphasis. “This fucking solo cup would treat her better! Do you even hear yourself?”

Christian opens his mouth for another retort, but stops before it can come out. His eyes widen in realization.

“Oh, so you would treat her better.”

“Are you really gonna dismiss everything I’ve said-”

“So that’s why.”

“I’m done talking to you.”

“Do you really think-”

“Hughes, if you don’t move out of my way right this fucking second-”

“Guys?”

Both of you fall silent. Christian turns back while you stare over his shoulder in horror.

Dani.

Christian says something in that faux-friendly voice of his while you’re frozen, unable to make a sound. You don’t know why, you don’t know how, but you’re so terrified that you can barely breathe.

How much did she hear?

“I’ve gotta go.”

Panicking, you finally manage to push past Christian and run out of the room, leaving both of them behind. You’re pretty sure you’re choking on tears by that point, Dani’s calling out to you, and all of this is so, so-

Focus. All you need to do right now is leave, now.

***

It’s been two weeks. Two longest weeks of your life, you might say.

You’re curled up on the couch, trying to watch a movie but failing miserably. None of that matters, you think. You’re alone and Dani’s with Christian. Hell, he’s probably having a field day right now: gloating, calling you stupid, crazy, jealous and a million other things you don’t even want to imagine. Guilt-tripping her for something you did. For something he did too, no less.

Son of a bitch.

The worst part, however, is that he wouldn’t even be that wrong. It was stupid to give in. It was crazy to think that it would change something, that it would help Dani somehow. At the end of the day, what did it accomplish? Losing a friend over a petty fight?

And you have to be honest with yourself: you are jealous. You were, you are and you probably will be. This must be the most awful way to finally realize that you’re in love, truly in love, yet you have to deal with it. You’d let go off this jealousy, though, you’d leave it behind in a heartbeat – if she wasn’t with someone who made her miserable every day. If…

You force yourself to stop this thought spiral. It’s all over, the damage is done and there’s nothing you can do about it anymore. It is what it is.

You start to sniffle when you’re started by the knock at your door. Must be the pizza you’ve ordered, you think. Your life’s falling apart anyways, may as well treat yourself. With a sigh, you drag yourself to the door.

“Hi, do you accept ca-”

The rest of the sentence dies on your lips. Dani’s standing at your door, sweet as ever.

Just very, very tired.

“Hey there. Um… I’ve made some cookies, so…”

“Oh,” you rub the back of your neck, trying not to cry. “Thank you. I-I appreciate it.”

Dani nods, pinching her lips. She fidgets with the hem of her hoodie for a few seconds, looking down.

“Are you… Waiting for someone? I didn’t mean to-”

“Oh, no. I mean, just the delivery guy. Come in, please.”

Just a moment later you’re on the couch again. The same couch you were on when you’ve decided to go to this godforsaken party. The irony.

You contemplate whether you should offer Dani something to drink, but decide against it. There’s no reason to dance around the issue – it’s what created this whole mess in the first place. You need to be open, you think, you need to be honest.

She deserves that much.

“God, Dani, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, don’t-”

“No, it’s not okay. I’ve made a scene, ran off and then flaked on you. That wasn’t right and… I really regret it.”

This isn’t a lie. You don’t regret what you’ve said – honestly, you’d say it all again. But everything that came with it, the way you spoke on Dani’s behalf…

Yeah. ‘Could’ve handled it better’ doesn’t even begin to describe it.

When you gather the courage to look at Dani again, you see her soft smile. She forgives you. Of course she forgives you, the way she always does. She forgave you before she even entered this room.

“No, that’s fine. Really. I’m not upset,” Dani takes your hand, squeezing it. “I was just worried about you, that’s all.”

You chuckle, shaking your head.

“You’re very kind, you know that?”

Dani moves closer to you, putting her head on your shoulder. You close your eyes, your temple pressed to the top of her head.

“How’s Christian, by the way?”

Dani tenses; you feel her calm breathing hitches. Instant regret washes over you, but she replies before you can do anything about it.

“Oh, he’s- I don’t know actually. We broke up a few days ago.”

For a split second, you freeze. Did you hear that right? Are you dreaming?

“Holy shit, I’m sorry,” despite everything that happened, your words are sincere. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I… I don’t know, really,” she shrugs, biting her lower lip. “Still processing, I guess.”

“That’s okay. Look, Dani, you-you don’t have to answer, of course, but…

“But..?”

“Can I ask why?”

Dani lowers her head with a bitter chuckle – something you’ve never seen her do before. You don’t say anything, rubbing her back in gentle motions. Does she feel the same warmth when you touch her?

You hope so.

“What was the final straw?”

“Um, yeah. Yeah, that.”

“Well, Christian kept saying things about you… Whatever, I don’t want to repeat it.”

You shake your head with a huff. “Fair enough, I guess.”

“No! No, that’s-”

“I mean, I wasn’t exactly a ray of sunshine to him either, so...” you shrug. “And what, that really was-”

“It should’ve been, but no. I… I can’t believe I’ve let him-”

“Hey, hey, Dani, look at me. He’s an adult. He wanted to talk shit, so he did. That’s on him.”

“But I-”

“And besides, we got into a fight. You did nothing wrong, I promise.”

Dani nods in response, still deep in thought. You know that no matter what you say, some part of her still blames herself for how things played out – maybe always will. You know you can’t change that. Because that’s how Dani is, that’s who she is at her core – reflective, responsible, kind.

You’d never want her to change. You just wish that you could make her life easier.

“Thing is,” she continues. “I-I’ve missed you. And I’ve never missed him the way I missed you.”

You swallow, trying to stop the tears threatening to come out. Despite your best efforts, though, your voice still cracks.

“Oh… Thanks. That’s…” you sniffle. “That’s the nicest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Really?”

You don’t answer. Instead, you pull her in a hug – and Dani reciprocates. Of course she reciprocates.

Like she always does.

You don’t know what will happen next, you don’t know what the future holds. All you know is that it will be better than the past.

And for now, it’s more than enough.

#dani ardor #dani ardor x reader #dani ardor imagine #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh imagine #midsommar #seal writes

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satansbastards · 2 years ago

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Theory on the Wisp family history

Purely just me making up shit that sounds cool and that I think would be interesting from a narration standpoint.

I think William’s ancestors, just the Wisps in general all had the ability to see the spirits and monsters of Deadwood. All at varying degrees of clarity mind you but I feel like they’d all at least see a bit. Yes that does include Will’s dad, but I doubt he can see spirits as clearly.

More so I think the Will o’ Wisps have taken an interest in the family, maybe offering them guidance over the years.

Their family is one of the oldest in Deadwood, like they’ve been around since the founding of the town. Maybe they’ve always had the surname Wisp, maybe it was given to them after a while, who’s to say it’s been a very long time. Mr. Wisp has some level of power or authority, enough so that he even has pull in the city of New Haven. His stepson David also went on to have a very successful business outside of the town. Maybe due to Mr. Wisp’s connections?

Read more to save your dash from my rambling but mostly just thoughts on his family and their place within this weird little town.

Originally gravekeepers, they could commune wih the spirits and attempt to help them pass on or at the very least keep them docile. Years go on they become more like protectors of the town, warding off monsters and more malevolent spirits that threatened townsfolk.

Those in the family with the greatest ability to see the supernatural were guided by the little wisps themselves. I really feel like in William’s early years they helped guide him to safety. He’s a smart kid and KNOWS about the monsters and the kind of threat they pose so I really doubt he’d just chase after the wisps to his death with no prior knowledge of them.

I will also say, likely those who were exceptionally gifted almost always died or disapeared in tragic or mysterious ways. Knowing too much or digging too deep into things is a surefire way to get into trouble and I think that Will’s intenesly curious nature is a family trait. Wisps are just like that! Always needing to know what’s going on in this strange town they’ve lived in their whole lives.

The people of Deadwood may not know about what the creatures are but I do think they have all kinds of practices and little rituals they do to keep themselves safe. These would have been passed down from the Wisp family to the rest of the families in town as a way to curb the disappearances and deaths.

Halloween? Nah they’ve got like a whole week dedicated to talking about this stuff. Every night of said week since the Wisps started up the practice people would dress up as these monsters and tell the tales of beasts of Deadwood. On the surface, to outsiders and tourists? It’s just a fun local festival designed to tell spooky stories to scare children. In reality, it’s a way to warn the children on what places to avoid, how to stay safe and ward off the monsters, and to let them know that they are not necessarily safe, even in their homes.

But times change, technology advances and the people of Deadwood sort of forget to take things seriously. The Wisp family are no longer the guardians and guides they were once respected as. And maybe the family itself stopped taking things as seriously.

So over the generations less and less Wisps are born with clear sight like that or if they do have it they go on to ignore their abilites and get the hell out of dodge. Will’s the first Wisp in a while to see as well as he does.

Maybe the wisps were just excited to have someone around with his ability, maybe they even gifted him with it. I know they’re mischievous little creatures so honestly they could have subtly suggested the name William to his birth mother via ghostly shenanigans as a sort of sign of their favor.

I don’t think the Will o’ Wisps were human once, I’m not convinced they were ever even alive. They just give off the vibes of just these ancient beings that come from the Spirit World. They’ve been around forever, they take an interest in the mortal world though for what reason I couldn’t tell you. Maybe it’s just a fun little thing to do.

I think they gift these powers to this family and now with Will, maybe because of the threat of the Trickster, they decided to take things to an extreme. Gave him some REAL powers, not just the ability to see spirits.

All this to say, William’s family has always had the favor of the Will o’ Wisps who offered up guidance through the darkness and led them to safety. At least up until their curiosity got the better of them and led them too far to be helped.

Would explain why William would give chase after one despite the potential danger of dealing with spirits and monsters. Would also explain the bitterness and confusion Will has about what they want with him. Imagine trusting something to keep you safe your whole life only to be led to your death by them in the end. Without even a hint of an explanation.

I don’t even think they were being malicious about it either! I think as these spirits that were never alive to begin with, they don’t really have a concept of life or death. You just are or you aren’t. And William still very much IS. If that makes any kind of sense.

#william wisp #prime defenders #jrwi pd #jrwi #look i have been reading WAY too many horror stories and ghost folk tales and stuff #and the wisps just do not seem like the kind of spirits who are really attached to the mortal world

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frosted-night · 4 years ago

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Jack Frost Designs Review

Yes it’s finally his time. This is going to include his book designs including previous incarnations in said books. There are more movie concept designs than book so, let’s dig in shall we?

This was in fact the first ever Jack Joyce designed while he came up with The Guardians Of Childhood. He even comes with his own backstory! (Which was cut. Sorry Joyce posts walls of text so it’s a girthy read.)

So instead of a young mischievous trickster, we got a much more depressing story of Jack. (Jack by default is sad obviously) but this one... It kind of hits differently and almost reminds me of the story he crafted for Pitch. A dad who tried to defend his family but through tragic events was ripped from them and changed completely. Design wise, he’s a lot more tree than snow. There doesn’t exist a colored version of this so we’ll never know if he sported winter and dull dead leaf colors rather than grassy greens.This Jack has a weird presence to him, I can’t put my finger on it. Rating: 6/10 He’s really neat! Just a little too Autumn feeling rather than a blend of both Autumn and Winter.

Nightlight feels like the baby evolution if Jack was a pokemon and that's what I’m gonna stick with. Below is a more recent version of him colored.

In all honesty that one is easier on the eyes proportion wise because sometimes Joyce has ‘interesting’ anatomy choices but we aint going into that today. It’s interesting how his hair somehow looks shorter and longer than Jack’s at the same time. Could be because the longer strands float seamlessly but star boy hair physics what can ya do. It’s a little hard to tell what is his skin and what is his armor, so that is a casuality in making a character only have one or two colors in their color scheme. I love other artist’s depictions of Nightlight but the canon one feels a little weak color wise. Rating: 5/10 Sorry, get some better LEDs and then come back.

Here we have a book Jack but I can’t entirely recall if this was used in the books or not. I digress. This design looks like him still wearing very Nightlight-esque armor/clothing and slowly growing into his new persona as Jack Frost. The intricacies are hard to make out but we’ll work with it. This one is very interesting to me because he very much looks like an older teen close to young adult. His hair looks very fluffy too. Not many complaints about this one but not much praise either.

Rating: 6/10 Not great but doesn’t stand out that much.

Remember when I said Joyce had ‘interesting’ anatomy decisions? Jack looks like he has half a head here and it bothers me GREATLY. This is the adult Jack design he went with. Supposedly he likes the opera and he sure looks it. This! Exists!! Kind of wish it didn’t. The outfit is nice but it just doesn’t fit Jack as a whole. This just screams to me that it’s someone else with a similar-ish hairstyle.

Rating: 3/10 Guess he’d be the...Phantom Of The Opera. (I’ll go home and so should he.)

And finally the final Jack. This is the one that almost exactly resembles the Jack we got in the movies(Probably because it was made after the movie but w/e) but just add a cape on him. I can’t really tell if hes got a hoodie and a cape, or just a cloak+hood on top of a sweatshirt. It isn’t too important because my thoughts on this one are obvious. Rating: 10/10 Edna Mode would have a field day with you boy.

MOVIE DESIGN TIME

Joyce claims this is a design he drafted when Leonardo DiCaprio was considered to voice Jack and I can kind of see that with how his face is drawn here. This Jack looks a lot more like a warrior and less of that trickster look. I can’t say I’m a fan of the weird antenna his hood has but his sword is really cool looking.

Rating: 4/10 Nice bow and sword but it can’t save your fashion choices.

This looks like a lanky 11-13 year old who would put rocks or slugs in my shoes and relish in my disgust. He has the exact look of a snot nose kid and I’m unsure how to feel about it.

His various hairstyles drafted here sort of make him softer looking or just more of a snot nose, no in between. Maybe even an Anime Protagonist.

The top right one almost looks like Hiccup from How To Train Your Dragon if you squint. It’ll be a little hard to rate them all as one individual but why not.

Rating: 5/10 I don’t hate them but they aren’t my cup of tea.

AH- IS THAT A FUCKIN GREMLIN?

Oh wait no it isn’t he looks like a 10 year old. Whatever don’t feed him after midnight. The staff’s design of not being shaped like a G is an interesting tidbit but the whole design looks like he’s really young or like a troll etc. This Jack looks like he thinks girls have cooties uses outdated slang.

Rating: 4/10 This is me being generous.

It honestly looks like he hiked his pants up all the way to his chest. A late teen with horrid fashion choices once again. Not many other thoughts here.

Rating: 2/10 Get a sweater on or something.

This is one is very interesting looking to me. His clothes looked a lot more leather based and very human-like. The tatters, tears and frays all make him look like he was a victim of an accident that never changed his clothes. It makes me wonder if this Jack had the same death as the final movie Jack or something else entirely. Either way, this one looks like hes a mid to late teen which really adds to my intrigue.

This was another image that greatly resembled the design so I included it here. It almost looks like his skin is blue here which is pretty neat to me at least. He’s also got leaf motifs here, which from the first Jack design Joyce made, we can see a pattern here.

Rating: 8 /10 I was originally weirded out by his head but now its not so bad.

This Jack is definitely dressed more like a nature boy rather than him having human influenced fashion and it’s an appealing touch. The tiny leaf sprouting from his staff is also kind of cute since the designers seemed to want to put leafs somewhere on his designs. His hairstyle is also very cute but it reminds me of Sasuke Uchiha in a sense. (Not a setback for me at least)

Rating: 7/10 13 year old Jack is going thru a phase.

I thought this Jack didn’t show up again in story boards but I was wrong!

They look a little different from each other but just similar enough to pair together, so bare with me. The first one obviously has looser pants, slightly longer sleeves and got his leaf motif going. This second Jack is a VERY green. It gives the impression that this Jack made his clothes out of plants and natural materials. Again I’m not wholly sure if greens fit his color scheme but they sure went for it for a while. I can’t say I’m a fan of it because it heavily reminds me of Peter Pan.

However a very similar looking Jack could be found in this storyboard. It doesn’t look as green as the other storyboards made it out to be and looks more like dead grass. Which is a pretty nice touch.

Rating: 5/10 I don’t hate it but it just doesn’t vibe yknow.

Speaking of a vibe...hoo this certainly has one. This Jack isn’t old but certainly doesn’t look very young, maybe in the 20-30 range, thats just me. He has facial features that remind me of Pitch but resembles the Jack Frost of Santa Clause 3

That being said, I wondered if him looking similar to Pitch was in the storyline of them being brothers.(Which was a scrapped thing, who knew.) He’s a bit more menacing in this design but certainly seems like he relishes in his work.

Rating: 4/10 I’d make it a lower score but I gotta give it props

NOW THIS JACK IS KINDA INTERESTING. This one looks like he’s 16 and going through a grunge phase. He’s gonna play Nirvana loudly and not turn it down even if you tell him too. His staff itself has mini icicles hanging off of it and leafs look stuck to his shirt. Did you glue or staple those on Jack? His hair also looks much longer than his other designs and I kind of dig it( Shut up I’m bias.) I’m not wholly sure why else this design has stuck with me but it just has something about it that I just love. I wish there was a full body drawing of it.

(He also kinda has the same hair as the Jack Frost in Runescape but I wont go on about that hoo hoo)

Rating: 9/10 *Bad Boy by Cascada plays in the distance*

This one definitely feels like middleschooler trying to be in a band. His sticks just resemble drumsticks to me what can I say. I’m a big fan of his shoes and his color scheme screams a hibernating tree in winter. His hair also looks like it’s covered in frost rather than it being wholly white, which is very neat!! He looks like he wants to fight but has slight hesitance. Overall a very balanced Jack.

Rating: 8/10 He’s ready for band practice

Not many thoughts here, I just found these tiny Jack designs cute. His hoodie being a jacket instead just adds to the charm of this one.

No talk to him he angy.

Rating: 6/10 fun sized boi

Now this Jack resembles the one earlier that dressed entirely in leather brown colors, however he clearly is different than that one. I’m gonna say it, he looks like a zombie or undead in this design and its pretty fucking gnarly. I don’t know whats going on with his hair but I’m gonna assume it’s just the wind making it look like that. He just has the vibe that he was once human but was turned into something else entirely. It isnt in uncanny territory but borders that. This version of Jack meeting Pitch and the others would have been *very* interesting. Rating: 7/10 Eat a twinkie Jack you’ll feel better.

The final design! I can’t complain much about this one. The way his staff subtly has a G shape and a hexagon(his signature shape) is a wonderful touch. Additionally, the way the frost is gathered mostly where his hand is such an intricate detail. His signature hoodie is iconic at this point so I can’t bad mouth that either.(I can’t anyway because there's no complaints from me here.) Although, I never understood the leather straps that his pants had or their functions. I couldn’t find any colonial outfits that resembled Jack’s pants so its a total mystery to me at least.

And I can’t go on about this design until I mention the snowflake pattern in his eyes

Pure beauty. It’s at a hue of blue that almost looks impossible to have, combined with the electric blue color of the snowflake in his eyes. The amount of detail in this movie amazes me to this day. Rating: One Great Blizzard <3/10

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viia01 · 4 years ago

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A random thing I wrote that has no ending

Bruce hid a sigh as he listened to the third speaker of the night tell another terrible joke. He laughed with everyone else, too tired to do more. Ordinarily, he would lean into the opportunity to act the part of Brucie Wayne.

But he really wasn’t in the mood tonight.

The last mission with the Justice League had run overtime and Bruce was running on two hours of sleep. Ordinarily, lack of sleep wouldn’t slow Bruce down any, but for some reason he just wasn’t in the mood tonight.

Briefly, he wondered why he hadn’t allowed Alfred to make his excuses.

The presenter came back onto the stage, not so subtly wrestling the microphone away from the rambling, somewhat drunk speaker from Luthor’s company.

Bruce tuned out the speech about Wayne Enterprises’ contributions to the development of new jet propulsion technology. He had had very little to do with the development, only funded it, so most of the technical talk was going straight over his head.

“You look like you’re having fun.”

Bruce glanced to his right and saw that Hal Jordan had sat himself down in the chair behind Bruce. “Go away. We’re not supposed to know each other. People will talk.”

“Please, they’re too busy making eyes at the pretty boy you got up there singing Wayne Enterprises praises,” Hal scoffed. He was dressed in a well fitted tuxedo, though he had swapped the black jacket out for a forest green jacket decorated with elaborate rose designs.

There was a thump against the back of Bruce’s chair, and he looked down in confusion and saw that Hal had tipped his chair back on two legs, the back of it now resting against the back of Bruce’s. “Really? Are you five?”

Hal grinned at him lazily and leaned his head on Bruce’s shoulder. “No, but we’re both bored so I thought I’d entertain myself.”

“You were invited because of Ferris Air’s work with Wayne Enterprises, not to entertain yourself,” Bruce said, putting on a smile when he saw a few people looking over at him. It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for Brucie Wayne to be distracted by a pretty face at an event, but Bruce didn’t have the energy or patience to put on the act tonight. “Go back to your table and Ms. Ferris.”

“See normally, I’d just put up with the crappy puns and eat all the food, but the food sucks. So now I’m not just bored, but also hungry,” Hal said, ignoring Bruce, head still resting on Bruce’s shoulder. “Is that your doing? Because if you paid them for this catering… you should get your money back.”

Bruce sighed again. “Hal…” he warned.

“Watery champagne and tiny canapes, Bruce!” Hal said teasingly, tilting his head to look at Bruce. There was a mischievous glint to his eyes.

Bruce looked at him, putting on another smile. Most people were still listening to the presenter talk about the new jet propulsions, but there were bound to be a few people watching them. “Go. Back. To. Your seat.”

Hal blinked at him a few times. “I really don’t want to. There’s an old couple there that keeps asking me if I want to ‘join them afterwards for drinks’,” he said with a grimace. “Somehow I don’t think they want drinks.”

Bruce was tired. And sore. And the last thing he wanted right now was to listen to Hal Jordan’s whining.

“And I’m getting the vibe that the rich-guys-masturbating-over-their-own-money scene isn’t exactly your speed either,” Hal continued blithely, still ignoring Bruce’s irritation. “What do you say we go and find somewhere that’s serving actual food?”

“I have responsibilities,” Bruce said immediately, clapping politely when the presenter introduced General Thomasson as the next speaker.

Hal tipped his head back further to look at the stage. “Oh shit, the big wigs are here,” he said dryly. “What do you say, Spooks? Wanna go find a burger joint?”

“No, now go back to your seat.”

Hal sighed dramatically. “You’re boring,” he said, letting his chair fall back onto all its feet with a muffled thump. He rose, the dim light playing over his face in a way that made his eyes look more amber than brown. “Guess it’s back to eating stale canapes.”

Bruce sighed as Hal walked away, ambling back to his table. In his ridiculous suit jacket, Hal looked very much the epitome of flashy West Coast flyboy and Bruce wasn’t the only one watching him.

Bruce shook thoughts of Hal Jordan away, focusing on the stage again.

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Bruce ran through the notes he needed to hit in his speech. It was a fairly standard speech, talk about the minds behind the advances, explain the advancements as the video played, make a few jokes, and then close out by thanking everyone for coming.

For all of Bruce’s practice at playing the gregarious, fun loving Brucie Wayne, he actually didn’t enjoy it very much. It was exhausting, wearing the mask all the time and he was tired.

And hungry.

Hal had been right about the stale canapes.

“You did some really good work, Wayne,” General Thomasson said gruffly, clapping Bruce on the shoulder. “These planes will give us the edge over our enemies.”

“Anything for our troops,” Bruce said, mustering up a smile. “Can’t have them going without the best.”

The General chuckled. “And it’s only going to set the taxpayer back a couple billion, right?”

“Got to keep those stocks high,” Bruce countered jokingly. In reality, he and Lucius were already planning to wean Wayne Enterprises off the military contracts that sustained the R&D department and supplement it with investment into green energies and space exploration.

But the General didn’t need to know that just yet.

“Well, I need to go and prepare for this speech of mine,” Bruce said, even though he really didn’t. “Lots of technical speak tonight and I have to make sure I pronounce everything right.”

The General gave him a patronizing smile and wave. “Off you go, Wayne. We’ll talk business some other night.”

Bruce ducked behind a set of piled speakers and sound equipment. He pulled out his phone, to give himself a convenient cover of taking a phone call.

He took a moment to compose himself. All the small talk had taken a toll on his patience and his eyes stung with exhaustion. He knew he needed sleep and a good meal, considering how fuzzy and slow he was feeling. And the thought of going up onto that stage and enduring hours more so small talk and smiles-

“You make a big sale with the military brass?”

Bruce didn’t jump but he was surprised that he hadn’t noticed Hal’s appearance behind him. “What are you doing back here?” he asked.

Hal was holding a tray of canapes and his bowtie was untied and hanging around his neck. “Hiding from the creepy couple,” he said, offering the tray to Bruce. “You want one?”

“No. Go back to your seat,” Bruce said in exasperation. “How did you even get back here in the first place?”

Hal crunched on another canape and pulled a face. “My good looks and charm. Sure you don’t want a stale canape? It tastes like cardboard.”

“I don’t want a canape.”

Hal shrugged lazily. “So why are we hiding behind a bunch of sound equipment?” he asked through a mouthful of canape, looking at one of the speakers curiously.

“I’m not hiding, and you’re not supposed to be here.”

“I’m not supposed to be a lot of things,” Hal countered immediately. “And you’re totally hiding.”

“I am not hiding,” Bruce snapped, irritated by Hal’s very presence. He had hoped that tonight, Hal would just spend his time as far away from Bruce as possible, especially since they had had a blow out the mission before. “Go away.”

Instead of listening, Hal just arched an eyebrow at him, munching on his cardboard canapes. “You don’t want to go on that stage, huh?” he guessed.

Bruce waited for an insult or a joke at his expense.

But Hal just looked around the speakers, in the direction of the stage. “Well, I can’t say I blame you. We’ve had like ten different speakers and I remember nothing of what was said or who said it.”

“Maybe you should pay more attention, then,” Bruce replied. “And I enjoy honoring the men and women who worked hard on this latest breakthrough.”

“None of them are even here,” Hal pointed out blandly, shoving the canape tray behind one of the pieces of sound equipment. “You probably already gave them a billion dollars anyway.”

“If I gave everyone a billion dollars, I wouldn’t be a billionaire for very long,” Bruce couldn’t help but say in exasperation. He really wondered if Hal ever thought before he spoke or if he just made it up as he talked.

Hal swiped a tongue over his teeth, giving Bruce a funny look.

On stage, Bruce could hear the presenters winding up to his introduction. He steeled himself with a sigh, pulling Brucie Wayne back over himself.

Hal tilted his head and then smiled, cocky and self-assured. “I wasn’t kidding about that burger, by the way,” he said.

“What?” Bruce asked.

Hal held out a hand, palm up. “You wanna blow this popsicle shop, Spooks?” he asked, eyes glinting mischievously.

“Popsicle stand,” Bruce corrected, irritated.

“Whatever, Bruce Wayne,” Hal said, rolling his eyes.

There was a beat and Bruce could hear the presenters bantering with each other. It was nearly time for them to introduce him.

Bruce had responsibilities.

He had to give this speech and thank the team for their hard work. It was their accomplishment and the least Bruce could do was show up to thank them publicly.

He couldn’t just leave and galivant around like Hal seemed to think he could.

Hal arched an eyebrow at Bruce questioningly, hand still out. His eyes were alight with amusement, the same cocky self-assuredness that got on Bruce’s nerves.

Only now it seemed less annoying.

“Offer’s expiring,” Hal sang, eyes darting to the stage and back.

Bruce took his hand.

#batlantern #hal jordan #bruce wayne #halbruce

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pizzaboat · 4 years ago

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My brain came up with the pre-emtive theory that the reason–besides plot reasons–that the golden gaurd has an owl mask, besides him potentially being a clawthorne, is to possibly tie a parallel to Eda.

Okay so to list off the parallels, they're surface level so far, but they feel intentional, he has the owl mask, he's a genius teen prodigy, his brand of unique while definitely his own thing is kinda giving off eda vibes. He's also lazy much like eda as shown in the drawing of him with kikimora.

And let's not forget the "bye!!!" Thing that was done by both of them in the same episode, and early last season by eda too, proving this isn't some coincidence, it's an intentional detail that the writers want you to pay attention to.

Now, he's also different to eda. Morally, he's..Not great. He's a kid who has no problem giving gruesome deaths to people while completely blaze. He works for the emperor, and is from what I can see so far, loyal to him.

Because the golden gaurd is only sixteen, I'm putting this down to brainwashing. He's clearly desensitised to how fucked up the coven is.

Because we don't know much else about him, including his actual name. The rest of this is mere guessing and the result of too much time on my hands.

So anyway, the reason I think he's going to be a contrast to young Eda and not old Eda is that the current Eda has alot of history behind her at this point, and the message I'm trying to focus on is potential.

Young Eda was a genius teen prodigy. There's no disputing that, she was gonna graduate at sixteen(the same age as goldy bio leading the emperors coven now) this means she would've skipped two years at the max and would've been shooting straight into the emperors coven where with her brains, raw power and skill would've probably reached goldie Bois position fairly fast.

Things didn't turn out like that though for a number of reasons. One. Eda was cursed, limiting her magic use and leaving her ostracised. And two, she hates authority and denounced the coven publically at around his age. Something happend to sixteen year-old Eda for all of that brain washing that all the other kids her age were facing to be pealed back enough for her to take a leap of faith and not join a coven.

I think this might have something to do with the illegal history book she seems to own and the portal which she did have at that point as shown in one of the trailers.. she got exposed to the truth, if even just a sliver and could never turn back.

Eda's life took a drastic veer away from her peers and her own sister.

Now, about gold boi, he seems to live in the castle from what Dana's drawing implies, he orders Kikimora around so he can slack off(showing he also doesn't take the job to seriously like a hypothetical young Eda wouldn't have either). The emperor gives him special treatment from what we heard from Lilith and that is proof. If he's leading the coven, than its safe to assume that Lilith would've been killed for even daring to pull that kinda stunt.

I'm gonna assume. And this is only an assumption since I've only seen the first two episodes, but I think he was actually raised in the castle for this very job. Or for something atleast. Maybe a successor.

Natural talent snatched up at a young age and heavily brainwashed, far more than the other kids his age, (because he would be that close to the emperor/there also the chance he knows the titan thing is bulshit and is loyal to belos out of familiarity.)

Again. Speculation and guessing.

But what I'm trying to say is that young Eda and him are so similar in their feel, but there's this cold devide that separates them.

Young Eda was and is a violent, mischievous trouble maker, but I doubt she's a killer. Eda only lashed out to kill in ybos and agoaw because of extreme emotional distress she was in. Call it temporary insanity after her world had crumbled down around her.

Goldie kills because its his job. And while he does subtly warn Luz and eda to stay out of trouble for their own good (I think this implies there's a bit of good in him under all that) it's hidden under arrogance(another trait both versions of Eda have) making Luz react negatively to him.

He's also clearly terrifying to grown witchs that have to deal with him (because he sends the emperors threats and warnings and could probably fuck their shit up in a second.) Call him a messenger of death and other bad news.

I'm just gonna remind you again he's sixteen.

He's obviously his own character but he already feels like a reminder that if Eda had been born under different circumstances, if something happend along the way or if she was snatched up by the emperor like I'm guessing goldie was we'd have a more morally iffy Eda if that's even possible.

She wouldn't have had her sister to look out for and be looked after by. She wouldn't have met these mysterious friends of hers that I think played a crucial role in what she became. Idk.

This is an unstructured mess and I hope you're as confused as I am. I've suffered through this for a week. But its your problems now.

#the owl house #toh #eda clawthorne #edalyn clawthorne #toh eda #lilith clawthorne #luz noceda #toh lilith #toh luz #the golden gaurd #toh golden guard #emperor belos #the emperors coven #toh speculation #the owl house speculation

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blessedboo · 5 years ago

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Pipe Down | Oscar Diaz.

Oscar Diaz x Reader

Summary: You and Oscar broke up. You’ve decided to show off what he’s lost. Things don’t go completely as planned.

Requested: No

Warnings: None - just a little angst.

Word Count: 1.9K

A/N: Hiii! I’m new to Tumblr, a little new to writing. This is my first post and written work published online, so I apologize if it’s not the best - feel free to give me feedback. With that being said, I love On My Block and I love Oscar “Spooky” Diaz’s character even more. After reading some fanfic and imagines on here, I felt inspired to write my own. Enjoy, my loves!

It had been 2 weeks since your breakup with Oscar, and up until a few days ago, you’ve been pretty miserable. Although you were feeling better, Izzy wanted to help you get out of your funk and take you out to brunch. You’ve been declining any hangouts thrown your way lately, but you did miss your best friend. Besides, food is good for the soul and healing was very much needed.

“What to wear? What to wear?” you mumbled to yourself.

It was summer and you were going to brunch. You had the perfect outfit. You pulled off a white, flowy tie-up top with long bell sleeves from the hanger, paired with your favorite denim shorts and lace-up heels.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, turning from side to side to see if it looked good and it sure as hell did. It was the best you’ve looked in weeks - you looked like sex. The plunging neckline of the top only made it better, showing off just enough cleavage.

“God, if only Oscar could see me now,” you thought to yourself as you admired your beautiful assets. Which brought up another mischievous idea. Well, maybe he can. But you couldn’t just show up without an excuse.

You looked around the room and your eyes landed on the pile of Oscar’s clothes you neatly stacked and folded. You meant to give them back to him, but you couldn’t bring it upon yourself.

Until today.

You grabbed a spare bag and put the clothes in, along with other things you didn’t want anymore, like pictures of you two together. You stared at the polaroid photos one last time before putting them in, using the moment to reminisce. You smiled sadly as you did, maybe you missed him just a little.

You quickly shook off any bad vibes you were feeling, “No, not today, no sad bitches up in here, Y/N.”

After glamming yourself up just a tad, you grabbed the bag and gave yourself one last look in the mirror.

“Let’s do this, baby,” you said, winking at your reflection.

You still had time to kill before Izzy came by to pick you up, so you made your way across the street, striding in full confidence. You didn’t see Oscar on the front lawn, only two other Santos who greeted you by nodding their heads as you smiled back at them. “The rest must be inside,” you thought. You made your way to the front door and knocked.

You felt your heart beat a little faster in anticipation, the nerves just starting to hit you. As you waited for the door to open, you tried to convince yourself you weren’t nervous. It’s just Oscar, no big deal - okay, big deal.

You heard the door knob click, quickly tossing your hair back and pushing your breasts closer together.

Too bad it was Sad Eyes who got the door.

You cringed at your desperate attempt, but smiled at your friend right after. “Hey,” you greeted as he brought you in for a hug. “Hey Y/N,” he said before his eyes widened, strangely looking back into the room behind him and then back at you.

“Uh, Y/N, If you’re looking for Spooky, now ain’t a good time.”

You raised your eyebrow at this, “What do you mean?”

He looked down before looking behind him again, “Uh, he’s ... busy.” Typical, but that didn’t explain why he was acting so weird.

“Oh, don’t worry I won’t be long, I’m just here to drop off some stuff,” you said before pushing past him and walking in. Your sexy ass had a mission to make Oscar see what he was missing, and you were willing to accomplish it by any means necessary. Sad Eyes tried to grab your arm to stop you, but it was too late.

As your eyes wandered around the room, you saw a few cholos on the couch laughing, smoking and drinking. Until you caught a sight of him ... with some blonde hyna on his lap, laughing together as well.

Now you got why he was acting weird.

You initially felt a slight twinge in your heart, but other than that, you weren’t that fazed - good on you, sis.

Eventually, all eyes in the room were on you, including Oscar’s. His eyes widened as he gently pushed his new friend off of him and made his way over to you. After pulling you aside, he took you in.

His eyes roaming over you from head to toe, practically undressing you right there and then as he licked his lips and looked back at you.

“Y/N ... ¿Qué pasa? What are you doing here?” You took your eyes off of him and looked at the chick sat on the couch, who was clearly fuming on the inside, before bringing your attention back to him. You handed him the bag, “This is for you, I figured you’d want this stuff back, I know I don’t,” a trace of attitude in your tone. He slightly opened it to take a peek before closing his eyes for a moment and nodding his head. He looked hurt.

Why do I feel bad?

“Now that you’re here, can we talk?” He asked, only loud enough for you to hear, looking at you with those beautiful brown eyes of his as they softened. You gained back your composure, not giving in.

“No - 1. I don’t have the time, as you can see I’m dressed nice for a reason, 2. I don’t have anything to say to you and 3. You’ve got company,” you replied quietly, raising your brow and nodding at the lady friend behind him as you crossed your arms over your chest.

This made him look down, taking in the deep plunge of your top as your breasts were slightly exposed after all. He hummed, giving you a small smile as he subtly bit his lip.

“Mm, I do see that. Still looking good, nena,” he whispered, mischief hiding behind those eyes as he stared into yours. You gulped, only now noticing how close you two had been standing as he towered over you.

“Ahem!” You heard ‘Blondie’ obnoxiously exclaim as you and Oscar both turned your attention to the girl behind him. Oh shit. You realized that you were still in a room with other people and not in your own little world.

The other cholos knew better than to pry themselves in your and Oscar’s business, but they’d be lying if they said they hadn’t slightly paid attention to the conversation you were having. They noticed you looking at them and quickly turned their heads or continued using their phones. You brought your focus back to Miss Whoeverthefuck.

“Spooky, baby, who the fuck is this?” She said in disgust as she glanced over to you. You scoffed and looked in the other direction, not wanting to entertain this situation. “None of your business, stay out of it,” Oscar replied, shutting that shit down real quick. You were impressed and tried your best to keep yourself from smiling, which Oscar caught as he turned back to you. Your features hardened coldly as soon as he did.

Resting bitch face activated.

“You picked a real catch, hm?” You kissed your teeth. Oscar chuckled quietly, dimple on show and everything. Fuck.

“You jealous?” He mouthed silently, just for you to read his lips. You rolled your eyes and gave him the middle finger as he turned his head down to the side, visibly trying to contain his laughter. Your lips pulled into a thin line, eyebrows furrowed at his reaction - you weren’t amused one bit, but seeing that signature smile of his again wasn’t the worst sight.

“What? What’s so funny?” Walmart Eiza González’s bitchy self asked. Jesus Christ. You didn’t want to before, but it looked like it was time to take matters into your own hands.

Glaring at her, you retaliated. “Listen, sweetie. Our conversation doesn’t concern you, so stay the hell out of it, mkay?” Throwing on a fake smile for extra pizzazz. Oscar watched you while you handled things, clearly amused at your reaction considering the smirk he wore.

“Yeah? Well I don’t remember asking you, I was talking to my man.”

You laughed at her remark. “YOUR man, right.” You sighed in laughter before staring her down as you put your hands on your hips, that feistiness that Oscar adored bursting out.

“I’m not going to tell you again - pipe down, puta.”

Blondie’s eyes almost shot out of her head, scoffing loudly. “What did you just call me?”

“Do you need me to spell it out for you?”

The face she made was so punchable, but you resisted.

“P U T A, put-“ you were cut off short as you felt Oscar’s hand cover your mouth and another on your waist, carrying you towards the front door. You mumbled against his hand angrily.

You looked back at her. She was seething, and also being held back by Sad Eyes before she had the chance to attack.

“Uh, Spooky?!” She yelled.

“Cálmate, It’ll only be a minute,” Oscar said as he nodded to Sad Eyes, signaling to calm her down. He lead you out the door with a hand on the small of your back. Annoyed, you slapped his hand away once you both stepped off the porch stairs. He chuckled once again as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“You miss me, admit it.”

You fake laughed and rolled your eyes at his comment, “Ha ha, as if.”

His laughter died down and he took a few steps towards you, smiling down at you as he slid one hand down your arm. He sighed, “Well, I miss you Y/N. A lot.” A certain sadness could be heard as he confessed.

On instinct, you stepped closer and looked up at him, lost in thought. He brought a hand up to your face and caressed your cheek with his thumb.

“What’s on your mind, nena? Hm? Dime.”

You looked at the ground, considering to pour your heart out to him. He always had a way of making you feel safe and comfortable. As your lips parted to speak, you heard a horn blaring behind you. You jumped in shock, turning around to see who was responsible for the obnoxious honking.

You sighed disappointedly in relief to see Izzy’s face in the driver’s seat.

“Come on, mama, let’s roll!” She called.

You turned back to Oscar, his face painted by the pain that hid behind those sad puppy eyes he was looking at you with. You bit your lip, closed your eyes and took a sharp breath in. Stay strong, Y/N. Don’t cave, don’t cave.

“You’ve moved on, it’s over between us,” you were lying. You knew he hadn’t moved on, he knew it too. That hyna didn’t mean shit. “Have fun with Little Miss Blondie,” you sent another jab at him, anything to distance yourself even further. He glared at you with his mouth open and brows furrowed, confusion and hurt written all over his face.

“Y/N, no, that’s not tr-“

You quickly cut him off, “I really have to get going, Oscar. I’m sorry.”

You turned on your heel, walking towards the car and hopping in. Hesitantly, you gave him one last glance. His lips were parted as he looked at you in defeat, Izzy driving off when he did.

You slumped in your seat.

Mission accomplished ... or was it?

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Spanish translations - [Correct me if I’m wrong]

¿Qué pasa? - What’s up? / What’s going on?

Puta - Bitch

Cálmate - Chill out / Calm down

Dime - Tell me

#oscar diaz #spooky diaz #on my block #oscar diaz x reader #spooky diaz x reader #omb #omb imagine #oscar diaz imagine #spooky diaz imagine #netflix #oscar diaz fanfic #julio macias #x black!reader #x poc!reader

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littlefreya · 5 years ago

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Bad Reputation

Synopsis: Henry and his girl can’t get enough from one another. They keep finding themselves in rather sticky and lusty situations while other actors are present around them. 🤭

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Word count: 2.3K

Warnings: Smut, thigh riding, exhibition kink, public display of affection, dirty language, slight fingering, daddy kink.

A/N: This is by request made for thigh riding! I see this as a slight sequel to Putting up a Show and Good Girl just because in my mind they are the same couple. Many thanks again to the marvellous @agniavateira for doing the beta! Masterlist is here.

Let me know if you want to be added/removed! Thank you for reading as always :)

PR fucking nightmare - that’s what our managers call us.

They thought it would go away after our first year of dating. But the sad truth is, Henry just loves to touch, and I’m a hot-blooded woman who loves to fuck shit up. Three years in being married and the line is so goddamn blurry by now; I am never quite certain which one of us initiates it, nor do I even care.

I see my bear sitting sprawled across the red leather sofas, legs spread open as he can never keep them shut. I know I’m terribly biased but that black tuxedo suit sure as hell looks great on his strong figure, especially with the crooked bowtie and the beard he’s been growing for his new movie role.

And as if the bad boy vibes and big dick energy he sends everywhere wasn’t enough, the half-empty Grey Goose bottle on the round golden table next to him and the slight sweat that covers his forehead is a red flag that we are definitely getting into trouble tonight.

Bring it on.

Armie is sitting right next to him, telling him about some scheme by the gesture he is making with his hands. But I can tell Henry has other things on his mind. I can feel his eyes looking at me even when I am standing far away. Our gazes meet, he offers me a mischievous smile, showing off the large dimples of his cheeks. This is what I call a wet, slippery invention.

I blush and look away. I mean, I have Rebecca Ferguson holding my forearms. That woman makes me want to invite her into our bedroom, but Henry doesn’t like sharing, not even with women. It doesn’t matter how much I’d pout and beg, he likes me all to himself, and he loves it when others can see that I am his.

It’s always his hand between my thighs, riding up higher, thumb tickling at my clit teasingly. We sat through an entire acceptance speech with him working me hard. If anyone looks closely at that video on Youtube, you can see the exact moment when he hits the spot.

Sorry, Leo, I wasn’t smiling because you won.

This is us being subtle. Hotels and parties, however, are a different story. We already had a manager quit on us because we made sure the entire floor hears what we are doing through the night.

Rebecca kisses me on the cheek, the gorgeous Swedish redhead is already tipsy, and I’ve had my second glass of wine. She’s in a red satin dress, her impressive breasts showing through her cleavage. I also spot a few freckles on her chest. It makes me pout and look at Henry, who shakes his head in refusal.

“Where is your hubby anyway?” she asks playfully, and I point in the direction of where he is sitting. Armie is just getting up, leaving Henry alone. He pours himself some more vodka, fills the glass with ice and then takes a sip with a lustful gaze. That’s probably my cue to keep him company and take that glass away.

That video when he told everyone to get naked will forever be online. He also has a tendency to start making impressions of others when he is flustered, and I can’t contain my laughter when that happens.

“He’s too drunk to get up.” I sigh, shaking my head while he makes playful, sad faces at me. I shrug and take my phone out my purse, seeing two text messages from him.

Henry: “Where are you, babygirl?” Henry: “I want to squeeze that ass.”

I text him back “Armie’s? Go for it. Can we have Rebecca, pleaaaaase?”

He reads my reply, rolling his eyes and shaking his head in complete refusal.

“Not. sharing. you. Do you want me to spank you in front of all these people?”

Rebecca is oddly enough very touchy-feely, her hand sliding down my forearms while she speaks about how wonderful Henry is, and how fun it was to work with him on MI6.

“He’s not like all the other ones, he is an actual friend,” she explains to me, her beautiful green eyes lighting up.

“I know, that’s how he got me, pretended to be my friend for years.” I chuckle, remembering the times we were still just friends. If you look at videos of us from interviews and photos from events from the time we worked together, you’d think we’ve been dating already. He always touched me subtly, his eyes staring at me intently when I speak. And of course, no one cracks him up the way I do.

But Henry waited 5 years for both of us to be single at the same time to “kidnap” me during a walk with our dogs at the forest, where I’d literally be unable to run away. He did that so he can tell me he’s been in love and growing in love with me ever since we met.

I smile at the sweet memory. I held my tears when that word left his lips.

“I’ll come to say hello later, I’m starving,” she says and rubs her belly gently. I nod and lean forward to kiss her, deliberately kissing her soft, red-painted lips for Henry to see. Us girls, we really don’t mind.

As I turn to face him, he is already frowning. He’s not amused by my vexing behaviour. I give him my best angelic posture, batting my lashes and holding my hands together while my head is tilted to the side. In that pale blue and silver dress, I might look like some saint right now, but my darling knows I’ve come from south to heaven.

I make my way to him, walking slowly, a smile both in my eyes and between my cheeks. I can feel the fire burning in my chest, the sight of him is dashing, those thick thighs ever so inviting. He spreads his legs even wider, the bulge in his groin made only for me. He has his pinky finger pressed between his teeth while checking me out.

My body heeds his calling, I’m tingling wet.

I stand in front of him, my cheeks warm as if this is a first hook up of some sort. Henry rises his beautiful blues to stare straight into my eyes. The beaming lights in the hall make his sweaty skin glow in neon pink and gold, his eyes flashing bright as the different colours dance across his face.

“How many of those have you had?” I ask, gesturing at the glass, noticing the half-empty bottle. I hope not too much, I expect to be rammed tonight when we return to the hotel.

He shrugs, putting the glass away without bothering to finish it. He is British, and boy, he can drink a lot. He is not as half as flustered as a different guy would be, but yes, he is certainly quite drunk. Enough to give me that look of his-one eyebrow rising up-while his eyes drink in my dress, cleavage, ass, and that slit that runs from my legs to my thighs.

My friends asked me if Henry is an ass or tits man, to which my answer was “he is ‘all of me’ man.”

“Gotta love women's liberation.” He speaks in a deep, low voice, gesturing at my provocative dress.

“Come to daddy.” He demands, holding out his hand for me to come and sit on his thigh. To which I am more than happy to comply.

I spread my legs, moving to straddle his muscular thigh. There is a burning sensation at my core as my pelvis meets his taut muscle. My body always reacts to his touch. Henry’s hands immediately take my face, thumbs stroking at my cheeks.

“Why do you tease me, beautiful?” he murmurs, his fierce gaze tracing my face, always taken by me, memorizing every freckle and flaw as if it’s the first time we ever sit so close. God, he makes me feel so beautiful even in my ugliest of ugly days.

I lean forward to get even closer, my ass riding up his leg and my hands reach out to tug at his white buttoned shirt. “Oh, Henry-Bear, it’s. So. much. fun.”

Someone sits right next to us on the big red sofa, saying a friendly hello. We answer at the same time, without breaking eye contact. We never bother looking who is the actor, producer, or whatever who moved to bug us. Too lost in our own little mist of admiration. Henry’s fingers descend from my face to my neck, fingers skirting down my neck sensually.

“You know what I love about these ceremonies and parties?” he asks as he leans closer to whisper in my ear and then places a wet, lingering kiss on my shoulder. His chin pushes the straps of my dress away, letting it fall on my forearm as if by accident. I let it glide, shivering as the coarse hair of his beard marks my flesh.

“I get to show you off while you’re wearing these outrageous dresses and everyone knows I am taking you home to fuck you until sunrise.”

I chuckle lustfully, my tongue pressed between my teeth. “Last time we didn’t even make it home remember?” I hum gently, feeling his rough touch on my breasts. The tip of his thumbs circles my nipples, teasing them to harden through the thin fabric of my dress. I wouldn’t give a fuck if Henry had me topless right now and sink his fangs in my tits for everyone to see. But he is far too selfish, I was made for his eyes and his eyes only.

He settles for a “chaste” show, laying a kiss beneath my chin and then pressing his face at my cleavage, inhaling the scent of my body lotion before nibbling at my breast through my dress. His breath smells like vodka-sweet and spicy at once.

“I remember, Cumberbatch saw the whole thing,” he answers, his hands holding my ribs, slightly guiding me to move my body on top of his thigh in ghostlike movements. I am searing hot, my mound feels as if it’s seconds from catching fire. I am certain he can feel it, his blue eyes now hazy and dreamlike as they watch the pink tint that runs through my neck to my cheeks.

“Fuck me, daddy, I am so horny!”

My whisper comes out as half a cry, weak and desperate. My body is a void, it suffers without his touch, it aches when we’re disjointed. I hope we’ll never stop feeling this way toward one another.

“Ride me, babygirl.” he urges me, raising his thigh up higher, so I’ll slide down closer. The friction makes me lose sight for a moment. My vision blurs as I throb wet and hot onto him. Good thing his trousers are black, otherwise, everyone would be able to detect the wetness I am leaving on his pants.

I can’t reject his decree, my body needs him.

“You like it when they watch, don’t you?” he asks me with a slightly slurred voice. His hands glide down to squeeze my ass, assisting me in dancing on the rock-hard muscle of his leg. I am grinding slow and rough, shifting my weight forward, my right hand reaching his other thigh, clawing at him with growing pleasure.

Everyone is looking at us, I am sure, some embarrassed and perhaps even appalled. How puritan of you Hollywood. These people formed their own religion and hidden sex clubs. But I am convinced many enjoy this facade and discreetly salute us, some probably holding out their cameras.

I roll my hips up and clench my inner thighs, whimpering as my body begins to tremble.

It doesn’t matter who is staring while I ride him so passionately, seeking my pleasure with urgency while Henry’s hands support me, saddling my hips and pulling me toward him. We don’t see anyone else. We’re locked into one another, the way we always did, just like when Henry had a girlfriend, when we were “just friends” when I dated that asshole. We’d walk into a room, and it was just me and him, hearts and chest bursting with love.

Every moment we couldn’t have one another was stolen from us, we now fight to own it back.

“I’d sit you on my face in front of everyone, but I think Gretchen would kill us.” Henry half whispers against my throat and then licks up my neck as I lift my chin to the ceiling with gaping lips. He has his hand between my legs, drawing at my centre and sneaking between the slit of my dress to finish the job.

“Fuck!” he teases my clit, his middle finger travelling at my seams. My entire existence shudders. The bass of the music blasts through my chest, my eardrums throb, and my eyes see all the colours of the neon at once as my cunt implodes with orgasmic bliss. Henry steals my gasp into his mouth, his hand pressing my cheeks, crushing my mouth with hunger.

Who could ever hate us for our expression of true love?

I gasp feverishly, holding onto him as if I’m about to fall. Henry’s lips are on my temple and then my cheek. Pressing against me and not moving away. He envelops me in his big arms, a clear statement to all our viewers that I am his and he is mine. We both move our heads to see who's been sitting next to us this entire time.

Alec Baldwin and Jake Gyllenhaal. They pretend not to stare, at least Alec does. Jake gives us a wide, knowing smile. Everyone else has also been staring as I hear the whispers and gasps.

“Really? They did that again!?”

We bump our foreheads together and snicker with delight. Like we ever gave a fuck about being caught. It’s not the first time, won’t be the last. We just can’t get our hands off of each other.

“Better call Gretchen now.” I tell Henry, hanging my arm around his thick neck.

“Before or after I fuck you in one of the back rooms here?”

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kiwi-bitchez · 5 years ago

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You Can Bet On It

Summary: Your roommate drags you out to the club where she beets a tall, blonde, handsome brit. You hand back at the bar and happen to meet his roommate.

Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: smutttt, a little rough, spanking and light choking, use of vibrator, alcohol consumption

Word Count: 8k (got a little carried away with this one...)

Oh god, what is that horrible squeaking sound?

You are ripped from your trance to realize that the irritating noise was coming from you. Your bad habit of scratching off beer labels when you are nervous was starting to show, as your nail had worn completely through the thin paper, and had been obnoxiously rubbing into the glass.

You had zoned out, letting your eyes land on the ground and drift out of focus, clearing your head for a moment or five. Bars weren’t your favorite place. Scratch that, this kind of bar wasn’t your favorite place. Watered down liquor, slurred speech, thumping music, and people who were drunk enough not to care that they were practically having sex in public.

One of those people being your roommate Madison. You loved her, but god you couldn’t be more different. She is wild, sparkly, loud, fun. You’re…not. Your squeaking had pulled your focus back up to the dancefloor of the club where she was swaying her body back and forth with some tall blonde stranger.

You had to give it to her, she had a way with men at bars. Barely even setting her stuff down before someone buys her a drink, uses a line, offers to dance. This was Madison’s cup of tea, or tequila rather. She loves getting dressed up and going out to the busiest clubs, finding some handsome stranger to whisk her away for a night.

You didn’t judge her, not at all. You actually found yourself jealous of her, wishing you had that kind of confidence. She had tried to help you on many occasions, being your self-proclaimed wing-woman and trying to help you pick up guys at bars, but you could never quite get the hang of the awkward small talk and rushed physical intimacy.

You did, on occasions like this, let her drag you out with her. It kept her off your back about being “antisocial” and a “hermit,” and you liked keeping an eye out for her, making sure no one was trying to take advantage. Not that she couldn’t take care of herself, Madison would snap if anyone tried to pull anything, but a more sober pair of eyes never hurts.

You had managed to grab a seat at the bar, facing outward to observe the bustling crowd. People-watching could sometimes prove to be an interesting way to pass the time, and truthfully you’d rather observe than interact most of the time. A few people had started conversations with you at the bar, and you weren’t a bitch or anything, you just clearly gave off the vibe that you weren’t interested in being bought some fruity cocktail and wooed onto the dancefloor.

Madison had her back pressed against the guy she was dancing with, his hands on her hips. The song was ending, and she made eye contact with you, nodding her head not-so-subtly towards the bathroom, signaling to you that she wanted to talk. Laughing to yourself at how un-smooth, yet totally smooth she managed to be at the same time.

“What’s up girl,” you ask as she pulls you into one of the single stall bathrooms.

“Y/N,” she grabs your shoulders, “he’s BRITISH.”

“Who?” you ask before registering that she was probably talking about that boy she had been grinding on.

“His name is Harrison, and he’s BRITISH, got the accent and everything,” she pressed her back up to the wall, pretending to fan herself off.

“Damn, going international now?” you joke, twiddling with the bottle in your hand.

“So, I need you to check him out, get a vibe, and let me know what you think,” she locks eyes with you, trying to be serious, unable to keep a few giggles from slipping out.

“I saw you two dancing, he’s definitely really good looking,” you tell her. She would always do this, try to make you feel involved, ask your opinion about the guy she was flirting with. She said she always wants your truthful opinion, but she always got the hottest guy at the place no matter where she was, so there wasn’t much for you to tell.

“Ugh, I’m totally gonna fuck him. Should I? I’m going to. I HAVE to. He’s British, and I can’t pass up an opportunity like that,” she was definitely talking to herself at this point.

You turn her towards the mirror, help her fluff her hair, straighten her dress, and give her some words of encouragement.

“You are hot. You are amazing. And you are going to have amazing hot sex with British Harrison,” you chant to her in the mirror, encouraging her to say it back to herself. Not that she needed the encouragement, but these little rituals you had in club bathrooms were always funny and sweet, it was one of the reasons you didn’t mind going out with her. You appreciated that she liked having your opinion, having someone she trusted around.

“Go get ‘em tiger,” you give her butt a tap as she exits the bathroom and shuffles back out onto the dancefloor, finding her man right where she had left him.

Your seat at the bar had been stolen, but you spotted an empty area over by a wall, somewhere you could comfortably stand and wait until Madison left with her suitor. Deciding to order another drink, something a little stronger than the beer you had been nursing, you make your way over to the bar.

Forearms leaning against the hard surface, you poke your head forward trying to get the bartender’s attention. She walks over, but immediately starts chatting up the guy standing next to you. Typical. If she pushed her boobs up a little bit he would probably leave a fat tip, so you couldn’t blame her.

You shift your eyes over to get a look at the guy next to you as he orders his gin and tonic, all you could see were his toned forearms and a glimpse of his profile. Not bad. You understood why the bartender was so eager to ignore you. She eventually stops fake laughing at his order, because what the fuck is funny about a gin and tonic, and looks your way.

“I’ll just have the same,” you say quickly, wanting to get out of there quickly and claim your spot by the wall.

“Are you copying me, love?” the stranger asks, leaning his bodyweight against the bar in the same position as you, “is that your move? Order the same drink to chat me up?”

“What’s your move, love” you quickly quip back, “being a dick to girls at the bar and hoping they’re into that?”

“You just didn’t strike me as a G and T type of girl, that’s all,” he puts his hands up defensively.

“Hmmm I see, be a dick and then tell me what kind of girl I seem like.”

You finally turn to him, allowing yourself to make eye contact. You hoped that he wasn’t taking your banter the wrong way, you weren’t trying to be nasty, you just found yourself in a particular mood.

He opened his mouth to say something back to you, but you cut him off before he could. In the two seconds you had made eye contact, you had realized that the stranger you were having your little back and forth with had an accent. A British accent.

“Are you here with that guy?” you gesture over to Madison on the dancefloor, “tall, blonde, striking blue eyes. English.”

“Harrison? Yeah, he’s my mate. If you’re interested in him you should probably have made your move a while ago, because he seems a bit occupied,” he chuckles.

“Yeah, occupied with my roommate,” you laugh back.

“Ah, I see,” he takes the two drinks from the bartender, handing you yours.

“Is he a good guy?” you ask, not sure why this man would tell you otherwise, “he’s not going to like, tie her up and murder her or anything like that?”

“Harrison? Nah, good guy, decent guy. He might tie her up, but he definitely won’t murder her.”

“Ha ha,” you sarcastically respond, “just looking out for my friend.”

“Why do you ask? You think they’ll go home together?” he asks.

“Oh, most definitely,” you tell him, “she dragged me into the bathroom a minute ago to gush about how she’s about to fuck a British guy.”

“Haz is a bit of a slag, so that won’t be too hard on her part.”

“Yeah, I see they are already well acquainted,” you turn to see Madison’s tongue down his throat. This night may be ending quicker than you had anticipated.

“I’m Tom,” he pulls your attention away from the public displays of affection and back to where he was seated at the bar, an empty seat opening up next to him.

“Y/N,” you stick out the hand that wasn’t holding your drink.

“It’s weird that you shake hands,” he says as he takes your clammy hand into his, his grip tighter than you had expected.

You shrug and take a gulp of your drink, abandoning hope of claiming the spot by the wall and deciding to camp out here with this strange British boy until Madison goes on her merry way.

“So how do you know him,” you nod back to where Harrison and Madison are.

“Oh, Haz is my best mate, we go way, way back,” he leans on his arm again, giving you a good view of his biceps against his black t-shirt, “we live in South London, but we’re here in the States for the summer. Work stuff.”

“Oh, so you two live together?” he nods at your question while sipping his drink, “so we can be sad and lonely at the bar while our hot roommates get it on.”

“Wow, I’ve never been told I’m lousy company before,” his humor met yours, “and I even paid for your drink you copycat.”

“You didn’t,” you give him a stern look but he shrugs back, a mischievous grin creeping across his face.

“Is this your ploy,” you smack the side of his arm, “the two of you find girls at the bar to lure back to your fancy apartment to have a freaky foursome with or something like that?”

“Now who’s being a dick and assuming things,” he says through broken laughs.

“Although,” you draw out your words, “your friend is pretty hot, maybe I’ll just go home with them.”

“Haz most certainly would not be opposed to that,” he jokes back.

You gesture to the bartender to make two more, and to put them on your tab. Tom gives you a look, but you give him one right back.

“Now I don’t owe you anything,” you explain.

“Hey, I’m not like that,” he gets defensive again, “I’m not quite as sleazy as my friend over there.”

“I’m just trying to help you out,” you narrow your eyes, “you’re the one who’s going to have to put up with the two of them all night.” You gesture over towards Madison and Haz.

“Pardon,” he coughs as he downs the rest of his drink, getting ready for the next.

“Oh, you thought they would be going back to our apartment?” you laugh sarcastically, “no, no, absolutely not.”

“Are you being serious? Or are you fucking with me? Cuz I honestly can’t tell.”

“Oh, you’re going to wish I was fucking with you. By the way she’s looking at him, I’m gonna give them, I don’t know, three, four solid rounds,” you try to make an empathetic face but can’t help the grin that creeps onto your face, “and Madison’s a screamer.”

“Too much information, thank you,” Tom covers his ears.

“Hey, I’m just trying to give you a heads up,” you cackle.

“Who’s to say he can’t convince them to go back to yours. I bet it’s closer.”

“She’s good at getting what she wants, and she “doesn’t shit where she eats”,” you make air quotes around the phrase, “in whatever twisted way that means she doesn’t like to bring guys back to our apartment. Weird personal rule, but I don’t question it cuz I always get to sleep peacefully.”

“You wanna bet?” Tom suggests, clearly not having thought this through, “My boy Haz is a smooth talker, and it seems like she really likes him. I say you’re the unfortunate roommate who’s going to have to put up with all that.”

“You’re on,” you set your drink down, extending your hand to him for the second time that night, “what do I get when they go back to your place?”

“If they go back to mine, I’ll cover your tab and leave you alone. And when they go back to yours, you’ll agree to let me take you out sometime,” he shakes your hand with a cocky grin on his face.

“Doesn’t seem like much of a bet, either way you’re buying me a drink.” He was growing on you, the accent, the floppy brown hair, the dimples. You were still wary of meeting strangers at bars, but something about him seemed genuine.

The two of you flipped around in your bar stools and faced the dancefloor. You liked that he never asked you to dance. Most girls would be dying to dance with a guy like Tom, but you liked just sitting at the bar, shooting the shit and sipping your drinks.

“Okay, okay, here they come,” you whisper and jab your elbow into his side.

Madison and Harrison stumble off the dancefloor and make their way to your place at the bar.

“Hey mate,” Harrison slings an arm around Tom’s shoulder.

You tune out their conversation as you notice Madison making a ridiculous face at you, eyes practically bugging out of her head.

“THAT’S his roommate?” she mouths to you, gesturing to Tom. You nod, trying to signal to her to be more subtle.

“Y/n, what the fuck?” she continues to mouth words silently to you.

“What???” you mouth back, trying to not let Tom and Harrison notice this awkward side conversation you were having. Luckily, they were occupied by their own.

“He’s fucking HOT,” She starts to whisper, you scrunch up your face, trying to tell her to stop making a scene about it. She gets the hint, but proceeds to point to you, point to Tom, and then do the finger going in and out of the hole gesture.

You slap her hand down as she starts to laugh, “Jesus Madison, cut it out,” you whisper, “you two are going back to his?” you change the subject.

“Yeah, obviously,” she says a little louder, “sooo, perfect opportunity for you…”

“Chill out, please,” you bring your hand to your temple, knowing she was being anything but subtle and Tom had probably noticed by this point.

“I owe you big time,” Harrison says to Tom as he starts to back away, taking Madison under his arm, “I’m serious bro.”

“Yeah, yeah, be safe you two,” Tom swats the air towards Harrison and turns back towards the bar, burying his head into his hands.

“Ha ha,” you poke his side, “told you that was a bad bet to make.”

“Know any cheap hotels around here?” Tom asks, looking exasperated.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you look at him seriously, “he kicked you out for the whole night?”

“I offered,” Tom sighs, “he would do the same for me.”

“Damn, you’re a good friend. Certainly a better roommate than me,” you turn to him, trying to be sympathetic, “but honestly, you probably didn’t want to be present for any of that anyways.”

Tom gestures towards the bartender with his card, telling her to charge for both your bar tabs.

“You really didn’t have to do that,” you say.

“Hey, a bet is a bet, and now I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want.”

You grab his arm as he starts to get up. Something inside of you told you to help him out, to not let him leave.

“It’s no Four Seasons, but I may know a place where you could kill a few hours,” you tell him, his eyes wide with excitement that you wanted to spend more time with him.

“You sure? It’s really no trouble…”

“Yeah, I’m sure, it’s only a few blocks from here.”

The two of you exit the loud club, only a few minutes behind Harrison and Madison. The stark contrast of the freezing outside air from the sweaty atmosphere of the club hits you. You take a few steps out onto the city sidewalk. Suddenly your feet buckle out underneath you and you are slipping backwards rapidly.

Tom quickly grabs you, one hand catching your shoulders and the other grabbing your hand, helping steady you. You gasp from the fall, but are grateful that you never hit the pavement.

“Hey, watch out for that patch of ice,” he jokes.

“Thank you,” you were a little flustered, both from falling and from being in his arms.

The two of you continue down the street, his hand still tightly gripping yours. You look at him questioningly, raising an eyebrow.

“Just making sure you don’t slip again, love,” he squeezes your hand a little tighter. You roll your eyes at him but don’t let go.

Typically, you would hate the pet names, “love,” “darling.” That stuff usually made your skin crawl. But there was something about his demeanor, maybe it was the accent, that made you not mind it at all. You actually kind of liked it.

“So where are you taking me?” he asks.

“Secret.”

It actually wasn’t anything worth keeping a secret. You worked at a small bar a few blocks away from the club you had been at. It was very different however. It was small, and never crowded other than a few regulars who would take the same booths and order the same drinks every night. It was down a side street, relatively difficult to find, hence the lack of business.

What you weren’t planning on telling Tom was that this was also the building you lived in. Your apartment was a few floors up. You picked up night and weekend shifts at the small bar to help cover rent, plus it wasn’t a bad place to spend your extra time. You never had to work too hard, and you could read or do homework behind the bar when not tending to customers. Plus, you got the pick the music.

You stomped your feet against the doormat, scraping all the collected snow off your shoes. Tom didn’t seem to be bothered that you had brought him to another bar, he seemed happy even. You watched his face intently as his cheeks grew rosy from the warmth of the indoors. You liked how the tips of his ears turned pink.

“Voila,” you gesture to the generally empty room, “the Four Seasons.”

He smiles at you and offers to take your coat. He makes his way over to the bar, choosing one of many empty seats. His eyebrows knit together as you continue walking away from him, hopping behind the bar.

“I’m not sure you’re allowed…” he starts.

“Hey Ernie,” you yell into the back office. Your boss replies with something muffled that Tom can’t quite make out, “no, not working tonight, just here with a friend,” you respond to him.

“Ah, so we’re friends now?” Tom asks as you start to make two drinks.

“Oh sorry,” you respond sarcastically, “I’m just here with the roommate of the guy who’s fucking my roommate, my bad.”

“No, no,” he brings his hands up, “we can be friends.”

He takes a sip of the drink you’ve handed him, asking you what it is.

“Moscow mule, fresh ginger, extra lime.”

“This is great, I’ve never had one of these.”

“What can I say, I’m kind of a pro,” you lean on the bar across from him, folding your arms on the countertop.

He liked your sense of humor, how you always had a comeback or something snarky to say. He also really liked your casual attitude, how you seemed unphased by everything. Little did he know you were constantly screaming inside, completely unsure of everything you said and did. Completely unsure as to how you ended up making a cocktail for one of the most attractive boys you’ve ever met. You tried to keep your cool though, and so far, it had been working.

You faced one another, sipping your drinks. At first an awkward moment of silence settled around you, exposing that the two of you truly had just met and knew virtually nothing about one another. You quickly slipped into easy conversation. You didn’t talk about the typical important things like where you worked, where you go to school, how you ended up in the city. You didn’t ask him why he was in the states, or any details about his personal life.

The stuff you talked about was far more personal than that. You exchanged theories about the ending of Lost, debated what Ben and Jerry’s flavor is best, shared the local vernacular and slang you used. These are the things that are important. You didn’t care what he did for work. But you did care what his favorite sitcom was.

“Does this place serve food at all?” he asked when your conversation had turned to what shape of pasta goes best with what sauces.

“Nah,” you gesture to the bar, “this is everything, no kitchen.”

“Damn, I could go for something to eat. Any good places around here?”

“Unfortunately, no. Everything near us either closed at midnight or will for sure give you food poisoning.”

He ate the lime out of his drink, sucking on the pulp until nothing but the skin was left.

“Really that hungry huh?” you joke, taking his lime wedge and tossing it in the garbage, “cuz I can cut up as many of those as you’d like, maybe even find you some maraschino cherries.”

“Don’t bother, maybe I’ll just drink myself into an oblivion.”

“Hey, don’t do that,” you were going against your better judgment when you said this, but it just slipped out, “I can get you some food, follow me.”

You walked around from behind the bar and instructed him to follow you. You slipped through a back door into a spiraling staircase. The air was cold and musty, and the stairs were slightly rickety under your feet. This was the fastest way to get up to your apartment, and you realized now it was too late to turn back, he had joined you in the stairwell and you started making your way up.

“You were worried about your roommate getting murdered by Haz, but now I’m starting to think I should be the one worried,” his tone was joking, but you wondered if he actually thought you were crazy.

“Very funny,” you dismissed it as a joke, “I live in this building, smarty pants.”

You raced him up a few flights of stairs until you arrived at your floor. You started down the hall, not looking back to see if he was following. Your breath grew a little shaky as you searched for your key, realizing you were letting this stranger, this hot stranger into your apartment.

You were just going to make him some food, you remind yourself. Maybe if he’s lucky you’ll let him crash on your couch, who knows. You kept telling yourself you had no reason to be this nervous. He’s just a person.

A person with big brown eyes and strong arms. A person who held your hand and laughed at your jokes. A person who willingly followed you to your apartment door from the sketchy bar you brought him to. Oh god, maybe you did have a reason to be nervous.

“It’s a little messy, hope you don’t mind,” you open the door for him, taking off your shoes at the door.

Your apartment was small, but cozy. You and Madison had been living there for almost two years now, and the apartment was well lived in. Funny pictures donned the walls, fuzzy blankets were strewn around the couches, leftovers filled the fridge.

“What’s on the menu?” he asks, reminding you that he’s here for food.

“Hmmm,” you open the pantry, “we have supplies for stir fry, and… stir fry.”

“I think I’ll have the stir fry,” he laughs, comfortably taking a seat at your small kitchen table.

You quickly started gathering ingredients on the counter, preheating the pan.

“Any preferences?” you yell into the next room.

“I’m not picky,” he responds, “thanks again.”

You start chopping up everything in your fridge and toss it into a pan with some leftover rice. It doesn’t take you long to whip up a decent meal, as stir fry was a recurring meal in your life. You glide into the living room, two bowls in hand. He had found your speaker system and taken it upon himself to put on some music, not that you minded.

“Fuck,” he mumbles after a few mouthfuls, “either I’m starving, or you make a mean fried rice.”

“One of my many specialties,” you were glad that he liked it, glad that he seemed so relaxed despite being in a stranger’s home.

“You’re pretty cool, do you know that?” he took you by surprise

“Umm,” you weren’t sure how to respond to the compliment.

“I just haven’t really met anyone nice since moving here. Haz is really the only other person I know,” he says through bites of food, “and meeting random girls at bars isn’t really a decent way to get to know people, not really know them anyways.”

You were flattered that he was being so honest, but part of you wondered if he was buttering you up to try and get into your pants. You had let him pay for your drinks, taken him to a secondary location, and then cooked him dinner at 2 am, he really would have no reason not to believe you wanted to sleep with him. And you did, oh god did you want to sleep with him, but you were still trying to get a read, was he a flirt like this with everyone? Were you just the girl who happened to be in the right seat at the bar at the right time?

This was why you could never follow through with casual bar hookups. Your mind ran circles around the other person, who they were, where their motivations were coming from. You could never just focus on the fact that you thought he was hot, and you wanted his dick in your mouth.

“Thanks, I guess, you’re kind of cool too,” you avoided eye contact, “but you realize that I am a random girl you met at a bar, right?”

He laughed at your response, finishing his food and taking both of your empty plates into the kitchen. You tried to stop him, but he insisted that you had done the cooking so he would do the dishes, you chose not to argue.

“Yeah but most girls at the bar don’t make me dinner,” he retorts. He had a point, this was kind of an unusual situation you found yourself in. Would this have been easier if you had met him a different way? Rubbed up on him like Madison and Harrison and scurried off to the closest bed? Probably. They were probably already at least two rounds in by now.

“I’ve never taken someone home from the bar before,” oh god, why did you just say that. Why were you being vulnerable and honest, tell him you’re a pro, that you do this all the time.

“Really? I’m surprised,” his tone was nonchalant, so maybe your awkward outburst of truth hadn’t shaken him like you thought it would, “why not?”

“Why not?” you repeat his question to yourself, “I’m just not really good at this kind of stuff, not like you.”

“Are you kidding me?” He turns from the sink to see you leaning against the counter across from him, “You were the one who wined and dined me.”

“I hardly consider stir fry and a vodka mixer to be wining and dining,” you tried to cover up your embarrassment.

“Jeez, then I’d like to experience whatever you consider to be wining and dining, cuz I’m having a great time.”

“What’s your last name?” you ask quickly, suddenly changing the subject

“Holland,” he tells you, “why?”

“I just figured I should know your full name, Tom Holland, if I’m gonna let you sleep in my apartment. You know, in case I have to report you to the police cuz you’ve robbed me or murdered my cat or something.”

“No offense but it doesn’t really look like you have anything worth stealing, and I’m pretty sure you don’t have a cat,” he laughs

“Both true,” you were laughing too. Still in the kitchen, you weren’t sure how to migrate somewhere else.

“You’re sure though? I don’t want to impose. I really can just go find a cheap motel, or go back to my place and crash the orgy that’s probably happening,” he didn’t want to stay if you weren’t comfortable.

“No worries,” you start moving to the living room, “you can make it up to me some other time. I promise you don’t want to be going back to whatever noises are happening in your apartment right now.”

You truly would have been content with him sleeping on the couch, slipping out the next morning, and never speaking again. Well, no. That wasn’t true. You wouldn’t be content, but you’d live with it. You didn’t want to assume anything, didn’t want to make a fool of yourself.

“So,” you start, obviously about to make a fool of yourself, “I can get you some blankets, and you can sleep out here. Or, if you want, we can share my bed. It’s up to you and I won’t be offended either way, I swear.”

Why did you always say things that made you feel so stupid. You winced at your own statement, not wanting to see his reaction. He took a few steps towards you, standing close, but not as close as you would have liked. You continue to look away, waiting for him to say something.

Eyes down on the carpet, you feel his hand grab your chin softly, angling your head up to meet his.

“And when we share your bed,” the breath of his words hitting your face, “are we just going to sleep, or are we...” Although his voice was cool and confident, he was genuinely asking. He had a hard time reading you, and wasn’t sure if you wanted him as badly as he wanted you, or if you were just being nice.

“The second one, definitely the second one,” you reply a little too quickly before he pulls your face to his, lips finally meeting.

His face was warm, and he smiled into the kiss, loving the way your round lips felt on his. He let his hands move to the sides of your face, cradling your jaw as his mouth moved against you. You pulled him closer to you by the grip you had on his t-shirt, the white fabric balled up in your nervous grip. You pulled him backwards with you, navigating your way down the hall.

Taking an intermission on the minute walk down to your bedroom, he presses you up against the wall of the hallway, shoulders angled above yours and mouth still hot against you. You reach your hands towards his, wanting to show him that he had control, that you wanted him to take control of you.

Getting your message, he takes your wrists together in one hand and pins them against the wall above you. His hips jut forward into yours as his wet kisses trail from the corner of your mouth down to your neck.

“Fuck, I-” you moan breathily as he sucks a spot below your ear, your hips rolling forward to meet his. All the while his grip remained tight on your wrists, keeping them steadily pinned above your head. You liked the feeling of letting go, having someone else control the situation. You were generally uptight and liked to take control in other aspects of your life, but this is one that you wanted to submit to.

“You what?” he responds with a steady voice, brown eyes burning holes into you. You knew your face was probably flushed red, hair a complete mess, and neck littered with splotches.

“I want you to fuck me,” you whisper shakily, “Please.”

Letting go of your arms and lifting you up by your thighs in one swift motion, he takes you by surprise as your face falls into his neck.

“This one yours?” he starts walking down to the end of the hall.

“Mhmm,” you mumble as you start to return the favor, licking up and down the base of his neck until you found his sweet spot. Suddenly you were falling back as he playfully tossed you onto your bed, sheets unmade, and blankets bunched up.

You land in a heap, quickly moving to take your shirt off. He moves quicker, practically tackling you down onto the mattress, causing you both to laugh a little.

“Hey,” he protests, “I wanted to do that.” He takes you hands and moves them as he had done before, and lifts your shirt off your body, you arch your back to help.

He slides his arm underneath you, causing your back to stay arched, pressing your chest into his. He slips his tongue back into your mouth, meanwhile he shimmies out of his jeans, letting them fall to the floor with your abandoned shirt.

Something between a gasp and a whimper escapes your lips as his other hand snakes its way into your damp underwear. Your hands lurch up into his hair, pulling his face into yours as he starts to draw slow circles up and down your lips.

He finally slips a finger into you, causing a guttural moan to stir deep in your throat. You bite your lip to hold the noises back, eyes fluttering shut as he slowly pumps into you. His face comes back into focus as he steadies your head, running his thumb across your lower lip, tugging it away from your teeth.

Instinctually you wrap your lips around his finger, letting your tongue drag itself across his digit. You open your mouth up from its pucker, letting him alternate his thumb with his index and middle fingers, letting those slip into your warm mouth as well. You match the movements of his hand in your pussy with your mouth, sucking down on his fingers every time he re-entered you.

“Fuck Y/N,” he groans, his cock throbbing in his boxer briefs, “I didn’t realize you’d be so dirty.”

You grew a little self-conscious at his comment, opening your mouth so he could remove his fingers.

“It’s so fucking sexy,” he drags the pads of his fingers down your tongue. He moves them down and drags the warm wetness from your saliva down your throat and onto your nipples that were now slipped out of the top of your bra.

You buck your hips into his hand and moan, loving the way he was above you, fucking you with his strong hand, fingers much bigger than your own. You felt his pulsing erection pressing into your lower thigh, and groaned at the thought of him filling you up.

“Tommy,” you didn’t mean to use the nickname, but it slipped out, “condoms are in the shoebox in my bedside drawer, if you want to fuck me.”

He removed his fingers from you, bringing them up to his lips to lick them clean. Your eyelids fluttered at the sight, grinding your hips up into his to show him how bad you wanted him. His shirt came off and joined the pile of your clothes that was slowly growing larger on your floor. You expected him to be fit based on his arms, but he was stacked, built, unreal.

He clearly liked the attention, a cocky smile creeping across his face as your mouth hung slightly open, eyes dragging across his perfect body. He tugs on the waistband of your pants, that were mostly slipped off at this point, to signal to you to remove them while he rummaged through your bedside drawer.

You maneuver your way into a comfortable position, now completely naked, head resting back on a pillow. He was taking a little longer than you expected, pushing and prodding things around.

“They should be right there, blue box? Probably unopened?” you chuckle trying to make light of the situation. The smile is wiped clean off your face as soon as you heard a faint buzzing, then it stopped, then it started again. Condom in hand, as well as your purple vibrator, he climbs back on the bed up to you.

“You are dirty,” he says, trying not to laugh, “I fucking knew it.”

“Hey, you were not supposed to find that!” You try to snatch it out of his hand but he pulls away too quickly.

“You told me shoebox in the nightstand! What were you expecting me to find? You have like eight of these!”

“I do not own eight! I own five, and they are all different and special in their own ways!” you argue back, both laughing now as he jokingly pressed the vibrating wand into your side.

“You keep all kinds of fun stuff in there, huh?” he was not going to let it go. So what, you kept a few…personal items in a secret box in your nightstand, condoms included. You didn’t think he would look around and take an inventory. Your lack of finesse with strangers in bars was made up for by your wide array of battery-operated boyfriends. It wasn’t your fault that the online shop you ordered from sent free gifts when you spent over $100…like fuzzy handcuffs and cherry flavored lube.

The two of you laughed for a minute, both in nothing but your underwear. You were laughing, but the idea of him fucking you with one of your toys quickly made a crimson blush flush over your face.

“Like I said darling,” he drags the vibrator down your stomach to meet your clothed pussy, “you’re fucking sexy.”

Your hips naturally buck up against his touch, arms snaking their way around his neck to pull his face down to yours. His strong fingers, much thicker than your own, re-entered you as he pressed the vibrator firmly against your clit.

You couldn’t help but moan into his wet mouth as he fucked his fingers into you.

“Please,” you whimper, “fuck, Tom, please fuck me. I need you so bad.”

“Only because you asked so nicely,” he whispers into your ear, somehow making your pussy wetter than it already is.

He pulls out of you, causing you to groan at the loss of contact. He tosses his boxers off, revealing his rock hard cock that springs up to his lower stomach. You mouth practically started watering at the sight. He pumps his hand a few times and then rolls the condom on.

You manage to move your shaky legs enough to slip your underwear and bra off. You didn’t have the mental capacity to be self conscious about being naked in front of him, because you were far too occupied drooling over his body.

“How do you want me?” you ask innocently, not meaning to moan out the words as you did.

“Flip over,” he gestures for you to get on all fours, and your knees got weak at the thought.

You positioned your ass up in the air, open and ready for him. You let out a sharp breath as he slides the tip of his cock up and down your folds, teasing you before finally pushing inside. He only pushes in part way though, waiting for your reaction.

“Fuck, Tommy,” you try to roll your hips back onto him, but he firmly grips your ass and keeps you in position.

“You need to learn how to be patient, pretty girl,” he slowly pulls your hips back to meet his, agonizingly slow but so fucking good at the same time.

Your eyes began to water because of how good his cock felt pushed all the way into you, you wanted him to move so bad, but he wanted to torture you, make you wait for it.

“Please, will you please fuck me, I need it,” you sounded so desperate, but you knew he liked it, liked hearing how badly you wanted him.

He starts moving in and out of you, firm grip on your ass never wavering. Quiet moans left his mouth as he fucked into you, causing your eyes to practically roll into the back of your head. He leans down to place a soft kiss on your shoulder blade, despite how viciously he's pounding into you. His head cranes down to your shoulder, his hand coming up to brush your hair out of your face.

As his long fingers move your hair behind your ear, you push your head back into his hand, not wanting to lose contact. He tentatively runs his hands up into your hair, taking a soft grip on your roots.

“Is this what you want?” he whispers, “you like it rough?”

“Yes,” you manage to squeak out, “fuck, pull my hair, spank me, do whatever the fuck you want to me, please.”

He took that as a clear green light to yank back on your hair, causing your back to arch more. He keeps fucking you relentlessly, filling the room with sounds of skin slapping against skin. The obscene noises coming from your mouth only encouraged him to fuck you harder, pull your hair harder, grip your hips harder.

With little warning you feel him suddenly slip out of you, and before you could turn around to ask how he wanted you next, you feel his hands grab tightly to the back of your thighs, keeping you propped up exactly as you are. You feel his hot tongue enter your warm pussy from the back, quickly licking wide stripes up your folds.

“Holy shit,” your brain could not process the pleasure you were feeling fast enough.

He starts to feel your thighs shake under his grasp, knowing that you are close. He wanted to make you come, and hard, as a special thank you for inviting him up to your place. And that he did.

He sucked harshly on your clit, hips tilted all the way back for him, giving him perfect access. You couldn't even articulate to him how good he was making you feel. You were moaning so loud you were worried the neighbors could hear, so you take a fistful of sheets and bury your mouth in them, muffling your sounds. You legs began to violently shake as he lapped up your juices, bringing a harsh slap down onto your ass. Your hips fell to the mattress as soon as he let go.

He grabs your waist and helps you flip over so you lay flat on your back. He hovers over you, placing a gentle kiss to your lips. You feel his hard cock pressing into your core, begging for entrance.

“You good?” he asks as your eyes finally focus, your brain coming back down to earth, “do you want to keep going?” he asks genuinely.

“I’m so fucking good,” you bring him down into a more passionate kiss, pressing your hips up into his erection, “I want nothing more than for you to fuck the shit out of me.”

“Thank god, cuz I want to feel that pretty pussy of yours come all over my cock.”

His words sent shivers down your spine, more so as he pushed back into your sopping wet cunt, finding a quick rhythm fucking into you. He presses your thighs back with his large hands, hitting you at the perfect angle. Your mouth gapes open watching his perfect body thrust into you. How the fuck did you get so lucky? Is this a dream? Possibly.

You notice a smirk creep onto his face, he raises his eyebrows and gives you a look.

“You didn’t think I forgot about this, did you?” he grabs the purple vibrator from the side of the bed and flicks the switch on.

You all but explode as he brings it down to your throbbing clit. The addition of the vibrations to his cock hitting your g-spot perfectly sent you into one of the most body-shaking orgasms of all time. If that wasn’t enough, you open your eyes to see his perfect hand wrapping around your throat, applying exactly the right amount of pressure to your neck.

You can’t say anything other than his name over and over as your walls begin to contract around him. You throw your head back as you see stars. He lets his grip on your neck go and leans down to capture you in a kiss, wanting to connect with you as you reached your peak.

Making intense eye contact, you watch as he bites his lip, savoring the feeling of you coming undone around him. You frantically bring your hands to the back of his head, tangling them in his messy hair as you come down from possibly the most intense orgasm of your life.

“Holy fuck baby, feel so good around me, fuck, gonna make me come soon,” he pants between thrusts.

“Mmmm,” you were still fucked-out from your orgasm, “I want it in my mouth.”

His eyes practically fell out of his head at your comment, lips coming down to attack your breasts that had been wildly bouncing each time he pressed into you. In one swift motion he managed to flip you over. You slide down between his legs and start pumping his cock, not wanting to lose momentum.

You wrap your lips around his head, feeling his shaft twitch under your hand. Swirling your tongue around the tip while quickly jerking him off quickly pushes him over the edge, his come filling your mouth along with your saliva.

His hips jerk up as he comes, pushing his length further into your throat, but you don’t mind, in fact you kind of like it. You watch his expression as you swallow his come, making big doe eyes at him. You lick your lips a little and crawl back up to meet his face.

Flopping down next to him, you let your sweaty body fall into rhythm with his deep breaths.

“I-,” he starts, turning to meet your face, “I don’t even know what to say, that was fucking incredible.”

You turn your head away from him, pretending to act shy.

“I fucking mean it, you’re perfect.”

Your cheeks actually turn pink at this. You press your head to his chest, telling him you liked it a lot too. More than liked it.

“I don’t know if this is weird, if I should go…” he starts to move.

“Offer still stands of course,” you grab his hand, wanting to feel his chest against your cheek again, “couch or bed is all yours.”

“Bed please,” he flops back down next to you and lets you tangle up in his arms, “as long as we can do that again in the morning. You have all those fun toys, I need to try them all out on you.”

The two of you quickly fall asleep, naked and basking in your post sex bliss, a huge smile on your face.

The next morning you hear keys jangling in the front door. Opening your groggy eyes, you don’t have time to fully wake up and register what is happening before you hear Madison knocking at your door.

She barges in, wanting to tell you all about her night with Haz.

“Holy FUCK y/n, I-” she starts before seeing the figure next to you in bed.

You frantically grab the sheets to cover yourself up and make a wild gesture to tell her to get out. She silently breaks into a huge grin, waving her arms around and pumping her fists in the air. You keep gesturing for her to get out, but she continues to victory dance on your behalf.

You knew you would never hear the end of this.

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timextoxhajima · 5 years ago

Audio

Playlist Feels

Member: Yeonjun

Genre: Slice of life, idk teen romance? chaebol yeonjun? running away from reality?? no trigger warnings, whatsoever :D

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: I know all the members of txt but i don’t actively stan them like i do with ateez and nct now, but this song really hits different and it’s also the first time i’ve written a ‘playlist feel’ one shot where the member involved is the same person who sang the song attached to the one shot. usually i write the one shot based on both the feel of the song and the member, so hopefully yeonjun suits the vibe of this one shot. i apologise if i butcher it ;_;

you were anxiously biting into the surface of your nail and your finger pads, not bothering about chewing on your nails because yeonjun said it was unhygienic and unsightly. you remember you got mad when he first said it to you, because what business was it of his if you had that habit?

but that was nearly two years ago when the two of you first met. you were working at a branded goods’ store, and yeonjun had waltzed in with his parents wearing what looked like an Armani Exchange blazer over a plain white shirt. His pants were obviously tailored to fit his legs perfectly, and his shoes looked like something only a businessman would wear. you would tell him his outfit looked mismatched, but you were just a mere service staff working in this expensive branded goods’ store.

*flashback

his parents left him alone with you while they shopped for their more mature, adult clothing in the other side of the store. yeonjun was easily a head taller than you, even when you were in low, platform heels you needed to wear for work. he was fitting on a brown blazer, and you stood in the corner, biting at your nails and scanning the fit on him.

“the arms look a little long cause your shoulders are broad for your height, let me--”

“biting your nails are unhygienic and unsightly, hasn’t your manager told you that before?”

you scoff and pull your hand away. you look at him through the mirror, since you were standing behind him. he had this teasing smile on his lips, and his tone strangely wasn’t degrading. he sounded like he was your friend, telling you off about a habit that was indeed, bad.

“i’m gonna go and get you one size larger.”

you return with the same blazer in one size larger, simply handing him the piece of expensive clothing without touching him. he shoots you a look of slight surprise and smirks at you.

“mwo?” you frown at his reaction, watching him pull off the blazer and return it to the hanger.

“most female staff members, especially those around my age, usually offer to help me with clothes fitting.”

you roll your eyes at his statement. “that’s not very professional.”

yeonjun takes a look at himself through the mirror, turning around in a circle as he looks back over his shoulder at the mirror, making sure the back wasn’t too loose. “it’s not.”

you raise both brows and sniffled, bored at the conversation. you leaned against the wall nearby, making sure no superiors were around to see you acting so relaxed around a customer. but you knew yeonjun was watching you carefully in the mirror’s reflection.

rich boy’s surprised that there’s a girl who isn’t interested in him.

you snicker under your breath, trying not to look at him anymore.

yeonjun leaves with his parents, the blazer folded nicely and packed into a box, and you didn’t notice, but yeonjun already had your name and contact taken down from your boss.

*now

“i’m sorry, am i hearing you right?” your blood was boiling, and you wish you could slap the girl standing right in front of you. she was dressed in some strange Louis Vuitton fit, and her hair looked like it took three people to fix.

“you heard me right. you have to break up with yeonjun-sshi because we’re getting engaged in six months.”

how the hell did she even find out?

nevermind.

no point denying it now that she knows.

“i’m pretty fucking sure yeonjun’s got a ton to say about this.” you stand up from the expensive couch, the large living room in the middle of the mansion spanning out so wide, you wondered if yeonjun’s mansion was bigger than this.

“even if he did, i doubt he has a choice,” the girl, who goes to the same private school as yeonjun, had this smug, arrogant grin on her face.

life had a strange way of putting you in places you were meant to be. sometimes you wondered if yeonjun was meant to meet you at the Saint Laurent boutique. you wondered if it yeonjun’s feelings for you were meant to happen, because compared to him, you were nothing but a pauper. you found yourself stuck in a situation where your boyfriend was a chaebol, waiting to inherit whatever riches he was born into, but you were here, facing the girl he was meant to marry in the near future.

“besides, i’ve already told his parents everything about you. about your father being a criminal, about your mother being an ex-drug addict.”

her words sunk into you like knives into your gut and needles into your eyes. of course yeonjun knew you were from a family that god obviously hadn’t spent a lot of time in making, but there was never a way for him to bring it up to his parents. there was never a way you would’ve wanted yeonjun to be the one to defend you, because you knew he would if the conversation ever came up with his parents.

you felt your nose turn sour as you clenched your fists by your side. you could’ve punched this bitch right here and now, but the guards standing around wouldn’t make your situation any easier to get through. you huff from anger, storming past her and leaving the mansion altogether.

yeonjun finally found you sitting in the corner of his barn you managed to sneak into. you tried your hardest not to cry since the moment you left his supposed-fiance’s house two hours ago, but there was just nothing else you could tell yourself that life was going to go your way.

“hey... hey,” he muttered under his breath, his last few steps quickening as he neared you. yeonjun fell to his knees, opening his arms wide and welcoming you into his embrace while you quietly sobbed. this was the first time you openly broke down in his presence.

“what did she say to you?” yeonjun pulled away and cupped your face, wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

“she... she said she told your parents about my family, and... and that you wouldn’t have a choice but to marry her...” you managed to choke out between hiccups, your fingers peeling at each other at the thought of losing the one thing that you were happy with. yeonjun’s face fell to dismay at the new information, leaning back and sitting on his heels while he ran his palm through his hair.

“i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have agreed to being with you, knowing that you had so many things to worry about--” you coughed, looking down and shaking your head so aggressively, the tears flew out and hit the strands of hay on the floor.

“no, don’t apologise. none of this is on you--”

“yeonjun, please. i can’t-- i can’t watch you get married to someone else--”

“then we’ll run away.”

you immediately stopped breathing, your lungs momentarily collapsing and your head snapping up to look at him.

“mwo?” you whisper, afraid that someone would send a bullet through your head for even hearing what he said.

“we’re leaving.” yeonjun says this with the most firm, look of confirmation in his eyes. “i don’t care about the money, i don’t care about whatever i’m meant to inherit, but i was meant to walk into that Saint Laurent boutique store and i was meant to meet you. you are the only thing i care about, and i won’t let anything ruin what we have.”

you swear you could hear your heart shatter at his declaration of love for you, but you couldn’t help but to think about his family. everything that his parents had done, they had done it for him.

“but--”

“no,” yeonjun shakes his head, getting to his feet and pulling you off the ground. “we’re leaving.”

he doesn’t give you much time to process the situation, but he’s got a few staff members to pack his clothes and get it out of the mansion without his parents’ noticing.

the power of being a chaebol.

you were watching blankly, but your heart racing, while yeonjun violently pries off the license plate off the cheapest car in their garage, the few staff members who helped get clothes, belongings and some cash out for him were now looking at him like they had helped a criminal.

“it’s been nice working with you all, and i thank you for your service all these years,” yeonjun gives a deep bow, the staff members awkwardly bowing in response. one of the staff members, who a part-timer and yeonjun’s confidante, stepped up and looked yeonjun in the eye. for a split second, you were worried soobin was going to try and persuade yeonjun not to leave, but you could only look down when you overheard his words.

“i knew you were crazy, but i definitely did not see this coming,” soobin smiles. yeonjun chuckles and bites on his bottom lip, looking back at you with the softest eyes ever.

“you go and live the life you want to live. we both know you didn’t want this life of luxury, so go.”

yeonjun nods subtly before wrapping his arms around soobin and giving him a tight hug.

soobin was the only one of the staff waving you off, the other staff waiting to be reprimanded by his parents for letting their son run away.

“yeonjun... where are we going?” you quietly asked, the air-conditioner making the car colder than outside.

“oh, we’ll worry about that later. but first, we gotta pay someone a visit.”

you found yourself back in the mansion you were in just a couple of hours ago. yeonjun had managed to bypass the security system and break in through the back door because it was the same system he used back at home. yeonjun flashed you a mischievous grin before hurling a vase at the mirror, both items shattering in the process.

something in you clicked, watching yeonjun turn into the person he really is. no more rich people meals, no more blazers and expensive shoes, no more hiding.

you cackled, your high pitched laughter echoing in the halls as the sound of glass and broken pieces made contact with the marble floor. picking up the heaviest statue he could find in the room, he dropped it without hesitation on the glass table in the middle of the living room, only the golden frame of the table remaining.

your eyes sparkled as the reflection of the china and the metal cutlery shone under the light of the kitchen. you pulled out the plates carefully only to throw them across the length of the room at the wall. Like in slow motion, the plate shatters into a million pieces.

back in the living room, he was ripping the pillows up, the feathers coating the marble floor, making it look like a child's playground. he wonders why it takes so much for the house to come alive.

the person that you were both here to piss off was finally awake, wide, angry eyes fixated on them as he grabbed your hand and bowed, like you had just finished a show.

"like what you see?" he snickers, fingers interlocked with yours. The girl standing on the 2nd floor overlooking the living room looked like she had steam escaping through every opening in her face, and the look on her face only added onto the adrenaline in the blood that ran through both your veins.

"maybe you should think twice about doing what you did," he flashes her his most charming smile, the exact same smile that the wretched girl was so desperate to call her own. you didn’t know if she was more angry that you broke into her house and destroyed everything expensive you saw, or that she realised she lost the game she started.

but did you care? no. did yeonjun? no.

you and yeonjun soon found yourselves driving away at top speed in the car, away from her mansion, away from the life he never wanted to live, away from the life you wanted to run away for a long, long time.

tears were gathering in the corners of your eyes as you watched yeonjun laugh and woot out the window of the drivers’ seat. as the car stops at a red light, he turns to you, holding the back of your head and pulls you in, pressing your forehead against his lips as he whispered,

“together forever.”

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ficstoreadagain · 5 years ago

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Prayer in hell, pt. 4

On the train, the first-class travel was ridiculously lavish. You almost felt out of place, but still followed quietly behind Sebastian. He stopped in front of a closed-off cabin, knocked on the door, and then let himself in before motioning you in.

“I apologize, my lord. They seemed to have overbooked 3rd class, leaving no room for Miss (Y/L/N)- if it’s no-” Sebastian started, but was just interrupted by the young Earl.

“It’s fine, just sit down. Took you long enough.” Ciel scoffed, looking you both up and down as Sebastian took a seat across from the Earl. You took the seat beside your lover as he began preparing tea.

“Yes, we were postponed by a rather adamant train attendant, but we got everything taken care of.” Sebastian divulged as he scooped out tea leaves. Ciel nodded and hummed in indifference.

“When we arrive in London, we’ll go straight to the townhouse. I’d like to have a late lunch, as it will be a long day and probably a long night.” Ciel decided, to which Sebastian agreed “I’m sure, Sir Arthur will be so pleased to see me.”

The Earl smiled bitterly at his joke and Sebastian smirked as he poured a cup of tea, “Oh, he always is, young master.”

__________

The rest of the journey was rather uneventful, and by 2pm the three of you were ascending the stairs to the townhouse. Ciel was complaining about the absurdity of moving for the season- which you didn’t disagree but let Sebastian offer empty comforts of peach and quiet as he opened the drawing-room doors.

The sight that greeted you was shocking: Ran-Mau had her lower half sticking out of a cabinet while Lau had his head in a vase, Madame Red was rummaging through drawers and Grell was shaking a book as if it would reveal something.

“Honestly, where do they keep the tea around here?” Madame Red lamented.

“Madame Red? Lau? Why are YOU here?” Ciel demanded, gathering their attention. They looked up calmly, ceasing their search. There was some idle chit-chat but you simply glared at the Butler Grell. Since Madame Red had left him at the manor, you had nothing but distaste for him. You didn’t trust him- he definitely wasn’t human, humans didn’t have eyes like that. His incompetence never helped you frustration either.

“Let’s move to the parlor, I’ll serve tea,” Sebastian suggested, sharing a look with you. You understood what he meant immediately and waiting for the group to leave. You had work to do.

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It took fifteen minutes to straighten up the mess those buffoons had made, and then you could start your real task. Warding the townhouse. You began by unwrapping the wound from that morning, flexing your palm was enough to reopen it. Allowing you to place sigils in hidden areas all around the townhouse.

“My, my, what an artist. I love the red.” A familiar voice sounded from behind you as you finished your last sigil. You jumped, startled, before turning around to meet the phosphorescent green eyes of Grell Sutcliffe. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Yes, anything for my master.” You nodded, loosely wrapping the bandage back around your palm.

“(Y/N), if you're done, we will be heading to the crime scene now,” Sebastian called out, walking in on the tense exchange. As usual, he eyed Grell curiously, who blushed under the demon’s gaze. “Grell, I believe Madame Red could use your assistance.”

“Oh, of course, Sebastian.” He nodded furiously before scurrying off. Sebastian turned his eyes to you, with a raised eyebrow.

“Sometimes, I think you enjoy bleeding.” He sighed, bringing you hand to his mouth, tongue licking the excess blood off your hand, causing his eyes to flash ruby.

“Sometimes, I think you enjoy when I bleed.” You remarked, mocking his tone as he kissed your palm, wrapping the bandage properly before licking the last bits of your blood off his lips.

“I also don’t know why you let him get so under your skin.” Sebastian teased, guiding you down the stairs.

“Can’t get a good read on him- but he’s not human, don’t trust him.” You answered gruffly. Rolling your eyes at Sebastian’s chuckle only fueled his teasing.

“I’m not human, and you seem to trust me quite a bit, my love.” He teased, not even looking down, only watching you from the corner of his eye.

“Yes, and remember how long that took?” You questioned, quirking an eyebrow.

“One year, 4 months, 5 days, 7 hours, 36 minutes.” He listed off, obviously quite pleased with himself.

“Damn demon.” was all you growled in response.

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Despite his best efforts, Ciel couldn’t dissuade the rest of the group from joining. Which created quite the interesting march as you approached the crime scene. Sometimes you forgot not everyone knew the importance of the child that walked in front of you, other times you were rudely reminded. Like when a fresh-faced Scotland Yard inspector halted the young lord’s approach.

“Sorry my boy, I’m afraid this crime scene is no place for a child- why don’t you run a long home.” The inspector smiled warmly, tipping his hat. Ciel was unaffected.

“I’m here to see the victim’s body.” He informed, waiting to be let through. The inspector took a flabbergasted step back- which told you this was going to be an annoying amount of back and forth. Instead, you looked back the inspector and into the crime scene- you couldn’t see much except for blood, so much blood. And then you saw her, the victim, standing over her body. Only this version of her was much paler, somewhat see-through, and very very angry. Looking around the crowd, you could see other spirits who soaked up the victim’s anger like sponges. Your eyebrows furrowed, this was going to be tedious.

Ciel snatching the papers from the newly dubbed Aberline brought you back to the present- quietly you read over his shoulder just as Sebastian did. Before Sir Arthur snatched them back.

More back and forth, and you zoned out again- feeling eyes boring into the back of your head. Turning around, you saw two pitch-black eyes watching you from within the crowd.

“We see you.” He mouthed as he backed into the crowd, almost immediately get lost in the moving crowd. You looked to Sebastian who apparently noticed as well, but before anything could be discussed Ciel motioned to leave. And as dutiful servants, that was all you could do. Well, almost all, Sebastian casually slipped you in front of himself, so he could see both his mate and his prey, as they walked back to the carriage.

Inside the carriage, Ciel couldn’t openly talk to you about the paranormal- not with Lau, Ran Mau, and Madame Red with you. Instead, he just shook his head. The young lord seemed irritated but kept silent as he stared out the window.

“What now dear?” Madame Red asked, her eyes softly narrowed onto her nephew. Ciel looked to her, his classic determined look on his face.

“Now, we go see someone who may prove useful.” He announced. In response, Lau tensed up and his face showed almost fearful astonishment.

“My lord, you mean-” He gasped. Ciel nodded.

“Yes, indeed.”

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All seven of you stood outside the Undertaker’s parlor, and to your annoyance, you heard Lau’s chipper voice.

“So, where are we?” He asked, looking around. Madame Red immediately jumped on him.

“You don’t know- then what the hell was all that about?” She hissed, with an irritated expression. Sebastian seemed to tire of the group's banter, as he stepped forward.

“It’s a funeral parlor run by an acquaintance of my lords.” He explained as he guided the group inside.

Madame Red shivered, looking up to the sign, “The Undertaker?”

The Earl breezed past his Aunt, “If we’re looking for answers- this is the place.”

Inside, the Undertaker went through his usual amount of repartee: asking to fit Ciel and you for coffins, alluded to his latest customers, and then demanded jokes as payment. You always got the same vibe off Undertaker that you did Grell- but didn’t mind the former as much, as he was always very helpful on you cases when you lived in London.

While Lau and Madame Red tried their hand at making him laugh, you looked around- while everyone else was distracted you subtly looked around for information, read over his notes and diagrams on the last victim. Madame Red’s vulgar gossip momentarily distracted you, causing you to involuntarily curl your lip in disgust. Fortunately, the undertaker stopped her before she went too far.

“Now, my lord, seems like you’re the only one left. I gave a special discount last time, but I’m not going to do it again.” The Undertaker smiled wildly. Ciel groaned, readying himself before Sebastian stepped forward.

“It can’t be helped.” Sebastian sighed, shaking his head and adjusting his gloves. The Earl questioned his butler, and Undertaker just hmph-ed in response, “Everyone, please wait outside, no matter what happens, do not attempt to listen to this.”

You rose an eyebrow at the demon as he ushered you, along with the group out of the parlor. He didn’t answer with anything other than a mischievous glint in his eyes as he shut the door.

Outside, you took note of the beginnings of the sunset before checking your own pocket watch. It was getting late, and you still had so much to do today. Glaring at the four extra people, you sighed and snapped the pocket watch shut. You were ready to begin your own investigation.

Suddenly, sounds of insane laughter reverberated throughout the street, loud enough to shake your very bones. Not a moment later, Sebastian emerged victoriously and held the door open, “Please do come back in now. I believe he will tell us everything we want to know.”

As you filed in, the undertaker was still coming down off his high of laughter, “Oh, my heh, I’ve now seen the face of ultimate bliss.”

With a sigh, he motioned you to the back- earning curious gazes from the rest of the group. You ignored them as you went to examine the body, as you normally did when you visited the Undertaker- something that often told you more than anything else.

You could tell Undertaker was in the process of embalming her, the scent of formaldehyde burned your nostrils. The silver-haired man has stitched up many of the worst wounds but had very extensive notes scrawled into an open journal. You thought to yourself, reading the notes, ‘Heart still there, the liver still there, uterus missing, kidney missing- but was apparently sent to the Yard. Slit throat, many lacerations, almost all blood was drained.’

What was there and missing, usually told you a lot about your culprit and who you were after. But this just enforced your original notion that these were committed mostly by humans. But something still didn’t feel right, some of the stab wounds and lacerations had more force behind them than any human could muster.

“(Y/N), are you quite ready?” Sebastian asked, walking into the back room to see you leaning over the body, taking special notice of the dried blood that painted her lips like lipstick. You furrowed your brows, but straightened up with a nod.

“Yes, back to the house, then?” You asked, following him out to the carriage. He nodded, closing the parlor's door.

“You don’t have a very accepting audience, anything for me to report to the young master?” He asked, placing a hand on the small of your back as you crossed the street.

Nodding, you quietly told him, “Killer is definitely human, but they’re being assisted by something not human.”

The butler narrowed his eyes at the information, offering you a hand up into the carriage before following behind you. The carriage was rather cramped, you were squished between Lau (who had Ran Mau on his lap) and Sebastian who naturally took up a good bit of space. Not that you minded pressing yourself to his side, and the momentary smirk told you he didn’t mind either. As the carriage lurched into its journey, they began discussing how to proceed. Finally, Sebastian decided his course of action.

“We will conclude this investigation quickly.”

“Impossible.” Lau scoffed. Sebastian simply smiled.

“I should be able to do this much at least, otherwise what kind of butler would I be?” The demon questioned, bowing his head as he stood, and opened the carriage door. “I’ll make up a list of viable suspects and begin questioning for you, my lord. Now if you would excuse me.”

With that, he simply stepped out of the quickly moving carriage. Madame Red gaped at the sight, immediately moving to stare out of the back window. “He knows we’re moving, right?”

Ciel disregarded the question, “Sebastian will take of it for now. We can head home and have a cup of tea while we wait.”

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Upon arrival, the group ascended the steps to be greeted by Sebastian opening the door, “Welcome back everyone, I have awaited your return. Afternoon tea is ready for you in the drawing-room.”

Madame Red once again gaped at the butler, and they had at least seven minutes of back and forth before getting to actually useful information. Sebastian placed a gloved hand over his chest, “See, my lady, I am simply one hell of a butler. The Viscount Druitt: also known as Alester Chambers- graduated medical school but never gone into practice. This season, there’s been several parties that hide more intimate gatherings. There’s one last party this season, tonight, and I’ve obtained our invitations.”

Ciel grumbled something under his breath before looking to you, “Very well. (Y/N), I know you have business to attend to- you shouldn’t be needed tonight. You’re dismissed for the evening.”

“Thank you, young master.” You replied, bowing your head, turning to walk towards your quarters as they went to the drawing-room. Finally, I can get out of this skirt.

It didn’t take you long to slip on a pair of trousers, tuck in a white blouse, shove your feet into a pair of boots, and pull your overcoat over yourself. Then, just as quickly, you put all of your supplies into your various pockets- salt, demon knife, holy water, etc. Finally, you grabbed a hat that would hide your hair, a woman in man’s clothes would attract too much attention, but short hair helped give the allusion of fitting in as a young man. Feeling much freer, you left your quarters in order to stop through the kitchen. You hadn’t eaten since you left the manor, and your stomach was growling in protest.

Fortunately, Sebastian almost always left a bit of food (extra of whatever he made for the master) out for you in the kitchen. As always, he didn’t let you down- finger sandwiches, fruit, and even a small slice of cake, along with a cup of tea, and a glass of water. Relishing every bite, you quickly scarfed down the meal.

You felt his presence behind you before he spoke, so you turned around to meet Sebastian’s eyes. You raised your eyebrows at the corset draped over his arm as he carried an empty tea tray under his other arm. “If that’s supposed to be for me... I’m pretty sure we’ve had this conversation before.”

“Not for you, this time.” He assured with a teasing smile, moving past you to set the tray onto the counter. “Honestly, you’re disguised as a boy, the master will be disguised as a girl- my world is turning sideways.”

You giggled slightly at the thought, knowing the demon found more amusement in this than he was letting on. You took a sip of tea before retorting, “Somehow, I’m sure you’ll find a way to carry on.”

You reached for the grapes on your plate, when suddenly a gloved hand slid the dish out of your reach. Your head snapped up to glare at Sebastian only to be met with dark, scolding eyes.

“Are you sure it is wise to be out on your own? I’m contractually bound to my master- and I don’t like the idea of choosing between my mate and my meal.” He questioned, voice stern as he edged closer you, finally trapping you between his arms, chest, and the edge of the table. You met his eyes, setting a determined look on your own face. “I can’t be in two places at once- if you need me- I might not be able to get to you.”

“Sebastian, I’m fully capable of keeping myself safe. Besides, I’m only investigating the unruly spirits in the East End tonight.” You tried to reason, but his eyes narrowed in.

“You know I’m not worried about the spirits. You’re every move is being watched, and they’ll notice if you’re alone. It’d be a perfect opportunity for them to attack.” He growled, grip on the table tightening so much it splintered the wood. You knew he was just being protective, with a sigh, you reminded yourself that this was just part of loving a demon.

“I’ll be careful. And if I’m not back by the stroke of midnight, you are more than welcome to tear the city apart.” You promised, placing a hand on his chest and softly smiling up at him. He sighed, and didn’t look the slightest bit convinced as he looked down at you with a raised eyebrow and disapproving stare.

Instead of trying to appease him with more words, you rose to your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his lips, smiling against him as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Oh, am I interrupting something?” You growled in response to Grell’s voice. You couldn’t see him due to Sebastian’s large form blocking your view, but you knew that annoying voice anywhere.

“You’re rarely not.” Sebastian muttered so quietly that even you barely heard him, but just smiled politely at the brunette butler as he moved stepped to the side to reveal you. Grell’s expression cringed at your outfit before evening out to confusion. Sebastian just went on to ask, “Is there something you needed, Grell?”

“Oh, yes, yes, right. The Young Lord refuses to let my mistress help him get ready. He’s demanding you do it.” Grell informed, still looking back and forth between the two of you. Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Very well, I’ll be there soon.” Sebastian agreed, glowering after the other butler. With another sigh, he worldlessly scooped your hair up and placed your cap over it. “Do try to come back in piece. I don’t have the time to plan an elaborate rescue or revenge.”

“Careful, Sebastian, someone might assume you care about me. Not very demonic of you.”

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