#how do you tag drinking bong water??

[just-a-random-person24]

I'm never drawing again, this is my last drawing ever

[roseyange]

smoking with mammon headcannons

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♡ TW / CW ! cursing, smoking, drugs, getting high, alcohol, mentions of Lucifer getting drunk, black mail ment. please read at your own discretion !!!

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♡ lil hc's!! nothin spicy.

◇ reader is referred to by only you/yours!

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- Mammon is a big fan of smoking. cigarettes, vapes, the Devildoms equivalent of weed? oh hell yeah!!

- loves getting high with you. literally could not think of any other perfect thing to do with his time. he adores you. your laughter is contagious, your smile is sweeter then honey, and the stuff you say while high is funny as fuck to him.

- he has a note in his notes app just of all the goofy stuff you have said while high. no matter how funny it is in the moment. he will open his phone and jot it down.

- he buys everything. don't worry about it or paying him back. he won't tell you where he gets it from, but you have never had a terrible experience with what he gets, so why start questioning it now?

- is an amazing blunt roller. being alive for eons has paid off in multiple ways, and rolling blunts is definitely one of the best. he uses fancy, expensive papers. two of his favorites are gold flaked papers and strawberry flavored ones.

- has a hidden cabinet in his closet full of bongs.

- this dude has enough bongs to make a very tall, very stinky, tower.

- he has alot of cut glass bongs. delicate detailing covering the span of the glass tube that you admire while watching him take hits.

- he is very responsible when he smokes. it's not very often that you need to call Asmo for something or even need to leave his room. he doesn't want anything to happen to either of you, and would prefer just to enjoy the high with just the two of you.

- preps snacks and has a hidden stash in his room from Beel. asks you a few hours before a session what sounds good that day, buying everything you say plus some other things he knows you normally enjoy.

- took too big of a hit and can't stop coughing? he's right next to you with a bottle of water. feel like you did too much and start crashing? he will offer to wrap an arm around you, wary if you want space or not, and talk to you calmly to give you a distraction. start having a panic attack induced by the drug? he's holding onto your hands and helping you breath. he's going to crack a few jokes here or there, but his top priority is you no matter how much he has had.

- loves crashing with you on his couch. some random show playing in the background, your head is on his chest with a blanket draped over the both of you. that is the best sleep he will ever have.

- the next morning he will wait and let you sleep for as long as you need. if you wake up needing water, he will happily get some for you.

- Akubers food the next morning. fully expects you to eat breakfast with him and remaince of the night before together. laughing over videos or pictures that might have been taken, or simply riding out the last bit of the high together in a comfortable silence.

- one night, after taking a few too many hits. you both ended up in his car, windows rolled down and doors opened. pretending to drive around while hooting and hollering loud enough to wake up the entire Devildom. of course Lucifer was not happy and came to investigate the noise. Mammon was able to ( somewhat ) play cool, but just from the smell Lucifer automatically knew the state of you two.

- the next day Lucifer cornered Mammon about it. not only concerned for your safety, but also condemning the action in general. Mammon was able to wiggle out of the situation though, bringing up Lucifers drinking habits and reminiscing some stories of when Lucifer had been black out drunk.

- Lucifer let him off with a warning. not wanting word to spread of the highly embarrassing stories. not knowing if he was more angry he had let himself slip that much to make such an embarrassment of himself, or the fact Mammon was black mailing him.

- he has a matching lighter with you ( pictured at the top ) he carries around everywhere. he only smokes in private, but he can't help the butterflies in his stomach when he thinks about you carrying around your lighter as well.

- Mammon is normally a very talkative high demon. he won't complain about holding your hand or cuddling. but sometimes, he just turns into such a sweet lover boy. only wants to be held in your arms, will pepper your face with kisses and giggle sweetly when you try to kiss him back. just a genuine lovely goofball.

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I have been thinking about this prompt for a few days now and couldn't get it out of my head :]] hope yall liked it B)

[bellarosethefangirl]

Here's a Halloween themed NSFW scenario: Jolyne and her shy boyfriend are at a Halloween party when she drags him away somewhere private as she was horny wants to fuck now and her boyfriend goes along with it.

Sure thing! I’ve been busy. It's late but I couldn't pass up writing for my waifu.

“Halloween Fun”

Jolyne x Shy Boyfriend 🦋Scenario

Warning: NSFW 🔞 Below ❗️

Jolyne has been excited for this Halloween party. She was prepared since she had done her makeup and her costume was ready. She wore high heal boots and a black mini skirt with a orange long sleeve filled with heart shaped holes. She went as a witch, wearing a mini witch hat with her outfit. She wore her hair down but left her signature braided buns. Her orange lipstick finished her look for the Halloween party. She looked forward to seeing her friends and tagging along with her boyfriend. She waited for you to pick her up.

When you arrived she greeted you with a kiss to the cheek and chatted with you on the way there. At the party the both of you greeted all your friends. They each wore costumes except for Weather Report. Everyone was playing beer bong while Foo Fighters was drinking water bottles at the punch table. You being the shy man you are headed to the punch bowl away from others.

After Jolyne was done playing a round of beer pong she teased Ermes for losing the bet. As the next round with Ermes and Wheather began Jolyne went looking for you. She felt the affects of the drinking but not enough to affect her too much. When she found you she immediately went towards you with many thoughts plaguing her mind about you. Such as how attractive you're looking and how she'd like to drag you to the closet with her. She felt incredibly needy and nothing sounded hotter than doing it in the closet. She never cared if she got caught or others saw her naked, especially around you. She slipped her tiny panties in one of her boots so she wouldn't lose them again.

As you're quietly sipping your punch you felt Jolynes needy hands touching your torso. She slipped her hands under your shirt and kissed your neck. You gasped from the unexpected touches but you’re thankful no one heard. You looked around, thankful no one saw. Jolyne made you groan when she continued her kisses and touches. They weren't as teasing as usual but it was enough to get you interested in her suggestion she whispered.

"Let's go to the closet I want to show you something." She grabbed your hand dragging you.

She knows how shy you are so she didn't let you respond as she shushed you with her finger pressed to your lips. You knew what she was up to. Her eyes said it all. Inside the closet she wasted no time as she pressed you to the door kissing you. Her orange lip prints cover your neck and lips by now but you have not a care in the world as you held her against your frame.

Jolyne enjoys your shyness and so she pressed your hands under her skirt. She teased you when you realized she wasn't wearing panties. When you asked she simply removed them from one of her boots and placed them in your hands.

"I didn't mean to put them in my hands!" Your deep voice whispered-yelled.

"Then why did you ask if you didn't want them?" She giggled.

Jolyne placed them back into her boot for safe keeping. You knew why she wore the small lacy ones. Jolyne loves to tease you. Your the first shy person she's dated so she likes getting reactions out of you. She placed her hand down your pants.

"You're so easy turning on, sweetie."

"Hey wait-!" Your deep voice was cut off with her next actions.

Before you could say another word your pants were down. You go along with it, least she teases you more and starts making you beg. You don't need others at the party hearing your whines or begging. Jolynes teasing is enough.

"No need to be shy. We're going to make some love after all."

"With how rough you are. You sure, Joylne baby?"

"How could I resist?" She grins wrapping her long legs around your hips. "You're a catch." Her pointed hat falls off due to her little jump but she didn't seem to care as she looked over your handsome features.

You give her a sweet smile as you look over her pretty face. Her eyes are such a lovely shade of green. Her loving eyes are longing for your next move. Whether you're taller or shorter than Joylne she didn't weigh much so you could easily carry her at eye level. Her strong grasp around your broad shoulders indicate how ready she is. Not being able to wait another moment longer with your gorgeous girlfriend in your arms, you shyly bury your face in her shoulder and begin.

Jolyne enjoyed your soft moans and how hot your cheeks felt every time she pulled you in for a loving kiss. Feeling your face blush was fulfilling for her. She wished she could hear your loud moans and groans. She knew you would keep quiet since you’re both in the closet. She continued kissing your neck but this time she left a few marks. You’re sure they’d be there for a week or so.

Carrying Jolyne in this position felt so blissful from how she held you. Her arms are loving and her moans are so needy. She kept whimpering your name between her moans. She tugged at your hair since your thrusts were particularly rough. She is very needy so she bounces with each of your thrusts. She has good upper body strength so pretty soon she places her hands on the wall for support caging you between her. She roughly rides you with your help. You use your own strength to help her bounce up and down onto your member.

Watching her in your grasp was erotic because her expressions were so breathtaking. She was sweaty, lipstick smeared, and her bangs became frizzy. It made for a messy yet sexy look for your girlfriend. Jolyne admired how you threw your head back or the way in which your Adam’s apple pointed upward as she observed your neck full of orange lip prints from her lips. The desire to kiss you consumed her and she kissed you as you help her bounce on your length.

You two disappeared from the party for a while but were thankful no one caught you both. You two ended up looking so disheveled it would’ve been obvious what you both were up to. You two ended up fixing yourselves in the bathroom. Of course it took a while sneaking to the bathroom since you two were on the floor inside of the closet catching your breaths.

Jolyne fixed your messy hair and used a makeup wipe to remove her lip prints off of your neck. She would smirk here and there as she looked over the marks she left behind. She fixed your clothes and cooed making remarks about how handsome you are to her.

“I love you so much, darling.”

You give her a compliment in return and help her with her crooked bangs. You grab a wipe to clean off the sweat from her body. She is currently sitting on the counter beside the sink since her body is so tired from earlier. She grabs your hand affectionately with both of her delicate hands while you’re tidying her up.

Either you’re looking up or downwards at her angelic features. Her big smile welcomes you to a kiss before you two leave the bathroom but before leaving she realizes she lost her panties. She isn’t shocked as this isn’t the first time to happen to her but she asks if you’ve seen them. Inspecting her boots you notice they’re gone.

While you’re distracted an idea brews in her head and she starts getting bashful. She scratches her cheek with a polished black finger. She then plays with her fingers bashfully before making the suggestion.

“Since they’re missing maybe we could head to the backseat of your car and you know..” She paused, knowing you would get the hint. You’re shocked so you don’t respond immediately. “C’mon cutie, only one more time. Please my beloved? I need you.” She begs in a sweet tone.

You immediately look over to her with a surprised reaction but she looks so cute you’re unable to deny her. She is embarrassed but it seems she is shy about more than she’s leading on. Jolyne isn’t so much of a bashful girlfriend. She’s looking at her lap before looking back at you. She pulls you closer to her.

“Anything for you Jolyne, but is there more? You seem so embarrassed.”

“I was going to ask if you could carry me. I’m unable to and my boots are incredibly high. I don’t want to fall.”

Finally understanding her embarrassment you also find yourself blushing. You hadn’t realized how rough you both might’ve been. As you carry her she makes some suggestions for positions while you walk. She whispers them for only your ears, knowing your shyness. She personally has no shame but she whispers out of respect for you. You go along with it hoping not another soul heard the conversation.

[obanaispy]

i love it when the sun sets ꕥ kyoujurou rengoku.

summary: y/n treats her pup boy to a nice gift as the sun sets on them.. (18+)

tags: pup!rengoku , sub!rengoku , overstimulation , marijuana usage , dom!y/n , oral sex , ‘forced’ orgasm

a/n: heyo! this is day 5 of nutvember. if you are new here, y/n will not be able to cum until the last day but luckily, rengoku is our focus here lmfaoo. pls reblog/like if u dig it! enjoy xx

the setting sun shined into the living room— directly hitting rengoku as he sat on the carpet. y/n was sprawled on the couch, bong in hand as she hacked up a lung from the previous hit— finally passing over the glass piece. “shit.. this is that shit i shouldn't be sharing with you” she joked to which rengoku just responded with a loud laugh as usual.

the bong got passed off between the couple until their eyes were low and throats too dry to speak. y/n eyed rengoku from the couch, scanning his form before leaping forward— tackling him. all he could do was let out an oof as the two started to roll around, playfully wrestling before he finally let her pin him down.

“you’ve never given up this easily”

rengoku was silent, hands rubbing along her sides before he lifted his head to kiss her passionately— the two exchanging tongues and spit as the kiss deepened. y/n’s lips moved down his jawline, parting to bite down on his neck which caused him to whimper slightly. these were the noises she loved to hear. the ones that confirmed that he was completely under her mercy. starting to travel down his bare chest, her tongue swirled and sucked against his nipples— legs straddling him as her crotched pressed against his own.

all rengoku could do was whimper and moan, cock hardening from her subtle grinds. “please..y/n” he breathed out, not sure what he was asking for completely. y/n hummed, raising a brow, “pleease? you know i can’t read minds pup.. talk to me..”. the nickname caused him to shudder, ghost ears cowering at the way she held him in her hand.

“please i.. want to feel your mouth around me..” he spoke clearly, hands moving to pull down his own bottoms and boxers. y/n laughed in amusement, dry mouth watering from his neediness. “mm?“ her brow quirked, eyes falling down to where his cock slowly rose, plopping against his belly button.

“happy to oblige, sweet thing.”

her mouth got to work, tongue paying attention to his leaking tip while her hands jerked the rest of him. all he could do was prop himself up on his elbows, mouth gaping as he resisted the urge to buck his hips. he wanted to be good for her.. to only move at her command. the control became harder as soon as she started to take more of him in, dick hitting the back of her throat. “holy fu..” he groaned, hips bucking once before planting back down.

y/n giggled around him, a hand coming to lightly press his hip down before she continued to deepthroat his cock— head bobbing at a steady pace. before rengoku knew it, he was shooting out a premature load, lips opening quickly to apologize before being cut off by a whine once he noticed she wasn’t stopping. her head continues to move, throat swallowing all he had to offer before it went in to ask for more. “y-y/n.. too sensitive” he murmured, hips still thrusting upwards into her mouth unknowingly.

coming up, she kissed his tip, brain lost in lust. “i think you have one more..”. quickly, she got back to work. one hand paid attention to his balls, squeezing and massaging as her tongue ran along the bottom of his cock—- drinking in how red his face had gotten. how his cock throbbed relentlessly against her tongue. rengoku brought a shaky hand up to her head, tugging her hair lightly as he bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood.

“you do this shit so.. so fucking good” he cursed, brain trying to wrap around how he was cumming yet again—- thoughts not as fast as the load that shot out. “t-thank you..wait..wait y/n please!” he cried out, realizing she wasn’t stopping. he wanted to please her but he felt like he would be shooting ghost loads by the time she was done. y/n pulled her mouth away, hand jerking his soaked dick as she came up to sloppily kiss him. all he could do was let out shaky breaths into her mouth, hips bucking into her pumps as his eyes watered.

“come on pup you got it.. you wanna be my good boy, right? my good boys gotta cum for me” y/n egged him on, pulling away to look at his feverish expression. rengoku nodded quickly, eyes focused on her—- “i’m your good boy i promise.. your good boy..” he repeated—- brain focused on making her proud and that alone. finally, he let out a cry as his cock came once again, eyes rolling back as y/n continued to milk him— cooing phrases of praise to guide him through. being sure that he was fully emptied, she brought her cum coated hand up to his mouth to which rengoku welcomed it eagerly— cleaning her digits. y/n chuckled, head moving down once again as she whispered words that sent chills down rengoku’s spine.

“i’m not done with you..”

[hangon-silvergirl]

@majicmarker tagged me to have a look at my WIPs and find the words sigh, sweet, and taste. I went a little overboard with the size of snippets, but, eh. Enjoy?

sigh, from a one-shot I'm working on for HellCheer Week that'll be called flowers in the window:

Eddie has Chrissy’s arm in his hand, and he’s doodling the outlines of flowers on her forearm and wrist with ballpoint pens, alternating between black, blue and red. “You’re quiet tonight,” he says, shading a sunflower. She rolls her shoulders in a shrug and gives him a small, sad smile, but she’s looking at the water-stained ceiling. “Everything alright?” “Yes. No? I don’t know…” Chrissy clenches and unclenches her fist, and she’s chewing hard on her bottom lip. Eddie pokes Chrissy’s stomach with the backend of the pen in his hand, and she sighs. “My mother was harassing me about Jason again.” Eddie starts drawing daisies. “Jesus,” he says. “It’s been a month, when’s she gonna give up the fucking ghost?” “I don’t know. It’s stupid. I keep telling her that it’s over, that I wasn’t happy. Daddy keeps telling her too, he keeps trying to run interference, because otherwise she’s just… Incessant. Like, God, at this point I’ll bet that even Jason’s probably telling her to get over it, when she calls him up to cry.” Eddie snorts. He starts drawing roses with the red pen.

sweet, from chapter 6 of Marigold:

“Cunningham,” he drawls, giving her a once-over, pleased smile en route to becoming a wolfish grin. “You told me that your mother buys your clothes. Gonna be a hard sell to convince me that she dresses you like a kindergarten teacher during the day then--” he gestures to all of her “--like this at night.” There’s a lot of emphasis on the this, and Chrissy likes it. It makes her feel tingly and desired, and her cheeks burn hot. Jason always tells Chrissy that she’s cute, or sweet, or perfect. He's never even called her hot or sexy during sex, though she's certainly heard him use the words with his friends when they talk about Phoebe Cates and Kelly LeBrock. But the look in Eddie’s eyes and the implication of his tone, and the juxtaposed way he's doing this very wholesome sort of leering, suggests that those words might be on the tip of his tongue. Emboldened by this, Chrissy does a little spin for him, so that he can get a good look at her exposed back. Eddie lets out a low whistle. (It’s not a wolf whistle, but she’ll take it.)

taste, from chapter 5 of the buzz:

The HairTM: I don’t even understand how you were able to DRINK Starbucks without bursting into flames. You: that is some nonsensical bullshit, harrington You: they don’t make their fucking lattes with holy water Rockin’ Robin: aaaaaaalll joking aside, steve, you actually know that eddie’s not really, like, /literally/ a vessel for the devil right You: nah, bro, i fucking wish The HairTM: Could’ve fooled me You: harrington, that’s not hard You: your last two brain cells smothered each other in 1999 The HairTM: I wasn’t even alive in 1999. You: i am aware You: such is the deficit at which you live your sad life You: lost your sense before your daddy even shot his load You: SAD Rockin’ Robin: hahaha buuuuuuuuuuuuuuurn The HairTM: You’re a dick. The HairTM: I need this barista’s phone number, Munson; she needs to know what she’s getting into with you! You: dude i’m a professional shit disturber with middling local celebrity You: i think she knows The HairTM : Yeah, well, in that case she’s got piss poor taste. You: ya know, if i WAS a vessel for the devil, i’da had you dipshits selling me your souls for tootsie pops yonks ago The HairTM : Whatever. Rockin’ Robin: overkill, i would’ve given you mine for a single shitty bong rip Big Wheeler: You can’t afford mine. You: no, nancy, no i cannot You: tweedle dee and tweedle dumb on the other hand...

I'm gonna tag @grewup2sheltered, if you're interesting in playing! Same words, because they're good ones. :D

[anothers-trash-my-treasure]

Stoners

Stoner Snaf <3 So this one's kinda weird, I based it around the Watch Me from fictober so if you haven't already read that, I suggest reading it first! It's also set in a post COVID world because I need something to look forward to. Disclaimer; I wrote this while very high last night and didn't really edit it so it's probably a mess.

Pairing: Merriell Shelton / Female Reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex (don't do this), recreational drug use, if you squint there's some kinky undertones but nothing too crazy.

Word Count: 4.4K (i haven't written something this long is forever omf)

Tags: @edteche2 @xmxisxforxmaybe @diasimar @txmel @gloriousdarkangelsworld @paradoxicaltornado @404-not-found-xix

Enjoy and happy 4:20

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Ever since the pandemic, you hadn’t been able to do crowds. Not like you used to anyways. It killed you a little bit because all the things you missed doing so much involved crowds; concerts, clubbing, festivals, travelling. Getting back into the swing of things took time. The feeling of being surrounded by people you don’t know set every one of your nerves on fire in the worst way. It felt so...

Uncomfortable.

This is probably why you didn’t last more than a half-hour at some seedy dive bar your friends had dragged you out to for the night. They begged you to go out with them, if even only for a drink or two. It had been so long since the whole group had a proper outing, it was nice to have the gang out for a night. Until some dickhead grabbed your ass and whispered some unwanted filth in your ear, his breath hot and unpleasant on your skin. After that, you were quick to grab your bag and say goodbye to your friends. You knew they were disappointed, but you could still feel the strangers breathe on your skin like it had been singed.

You welcomed the cool air of the night, feeling it immediately cool your skin. You hadn’t realized how warm it was inside but now that you were out in the open, you felt better. The burning on your neck had settled, more of an afterthought now. Your brain still felt overwhelmed, and you knew exactly how to remedy that.

Sitting down at one of the picnic table benches nearby, you began to sift through your bag when a voice rang out through the quiet streets.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,”

You’d know that slow drawl anywhere, you’d go so far as to say it near haunted your dreams.

“Merriell Shelton,” you beam up at him as he walks closer to you, nodding at his friends to continue without him, “I haven’t seen you since-”

“That last party.” He nods, smiling at you in the way where you’re not quite sure if he’s flirting with you or if he’s just that naturally gorgeous, “when I taught ya’ how to smoke.”

An excited smile bubbles onto your face and you shake your head at him, “Oh, you’d be so proud of me. I’ve grown so much since then.”

You resume digging through your bag to find your various forms of weed paraphernalia you carry with you. The pandemic had not been kind to you, and some days it felt like the only thing keeping your head above water was your bedtime joint. It wasn’t something you were terribly proud of, but it helped your anxiety and that was good enough for you lately.

He barks out a laugh at your response and you can’t help the pride the swells up inside of you knowing that you made him laugh like that. He comes to sit on the bench, placing himself close enough that it wasn’t weird, but far away enough so that he wasn’t directly in your space.

“What, you some kinda stoner or something now?” he asks as you layout your joints and pipes. He whistles, a mix between being impressed and mocking, when you pull out your vape too, “Damn, you got a bong in there too?”

Now it’s your turn to laugh, “No, that stays at home.” you say with a wink, “So, how have you been?” you ask, starting to put everything but your joints back in your bag.

He blows out through his lips and laughs a little, running a hand through his hair, “Been better lately, that’s all that matters, I s’pose.” He watched, something like a weird form of pride in his eyes as you pull out a joint and light it carefully. You certainly can’t complain, you forgot how great it felt to have his eyes on you.

You hum knowingly, “That’s what I keep telling myself, anyway,” you hold the joint up hesitantly.

“I don’t usually share my joints anymore, but if you’ve got your shots...” you shrug, your sentence tapering off. It’s a weird world you live in now, no one quite knows what’s socially acceptable anymore.

He smirks at you, amused, taking the joint from your fingers, “I’ve got my shots alright,”

His eyes don’t leave yours as he brings it up to his lips and takes his hit. He’s not even doing anything out of the ordinary, but he looks like he’s up to no good in every way. It’s like he’s just taking you in as if comparing you to the girl he met years ago.

“You changed,” he comments on an exhale, passing it back.

You nod, laughing softly, “Turns out I get really impulsive when I’m alone,”

He scoffs, “tell me about it,” and then he’s shrugging off his hoodie to reveal a handful of new tattoos covering his skin, “Buddy of mine is an artist,”

You gasp, ‘ooo’ing at some of the more complex pieces. Without thinking your hand darts out to let your fingers drag against his forearm, following the linework of the ink. His muscle twitches beneath your fingers involuntarily and you’re reminded of how long you’ve gone without intimate touches like this. You wonder if it’s the same for him. Did he long to be touched so innocently like this too?

“They’re wonderful,” you say, pulling your hand away, still admiring from a distance.

“Yea, I like ‘em.” He shrugs, nodding at you to take the last pulls from the joint, it’s your weed after all, “You get any?”

You shook your head, “No, surprisingly enough every time I finally convinced myself to book an appointment, shops got shut down again.” You said, only kind of bitterly.

He laughs and you scowl at him, “Aw, baby, don’t be like that,” he laughs, swatting at you half-heartedly, “Look, I betcha I can get you a discount at my buddy’s shop.”

You eye him suspiciously, “I can’t tell if you’re kidding.”

He puts a hand to his chest with a lazy smirk, “On god,”

You bite your lip to suppress a smile, shaking your head lightly, “Okay fine but that just means you’ll get to see a whole lot more of me,”

His smirk turns darker, into something more playfully suggestive, “I have no problem with that,”

A silence fills the space between you as you both take each other in. You had really only hung out with him that one night and nothing had really happened. You just sat and talked really. You talked for a while. You talked so long you didn’t realize the party had ended until your friend came to get you. You exchanged numbers and then just a few weeks after, you were instructed to start isolating. You’d kept up a steady social media friendship since then, but you had missed actually talking to him. He wasn’t much of a texter. The silence only lasts a moment, but it feels thick with tension.

“You look good by the way,” he comments, leaning ever so slightly closer to you, “I meant to say that earlier but then you made me strip for ya-”

“Whoawhoawhoa!!” you sputter through a laugh, “I did not make you do anything, you did that yourself.”

He shakes his head at you, “Nah, that doesn’t sound like me.”

You're giggling at this point, “You’re ridiculous.”

He beams at you, clearly pleased with himself for the moment. It settles for a second as he looks at you, eyes softening a bit before he glances down, nudging your knee with his a bit, “I missed you,” He cringes a bit, “I know it’s weird to say but, I did.”

Your nodding before you can even think to play it even a little bit cool, “No, I get it,” you assure him, smiling softly, “I missed you too, actually.”

He hums, smiling a rare soft smile at you before changing the subject, clearly wanting to shift the attention away from his moment of vulnerability, “So why aren’t you inside?” he asks.

“Oh,” you glance back at the bar behind you, having forgotten it was even there, “I was heading out, I wasn’t really in the mood for dive bars tonight.”

He nods, “The crowds right?” you nod and he’s talking again before you can ask him how he knows that, “I get it, sometimes being so close to that many people again makes me wanna crawl out my skin.” he chuckles.

You nod, a weight lifting off your shoulders to know you’re not alone, “Exactly, it’s not something I’ve gotten used to yet.”

“Well, can I walk you home?” he offers with a smile, “I’m in no rush to head in there,”

You smile and nod, “I’d like that,”

~

Somehow he had ended up on your couch. You weren’t entirely sure when walking you home had turned to him being on your couch, but you certainly weren’t complaining. You were both pleasantly high, talking anything from movie theories to possible dystopian futures and alien invasions.

“Look, I’m jus’ sayin’ that if I was an alien, I wouldn’t wanna fuck a human, are you kidding?” he reasons, eyes squinted as if he’s offended and your laughing so hard you have tears in your eyes, “Nah, I’m goin’ for a much cooler species.”

He watches you as you fight back giggles at his ridiculousness, a lazy, grin settled on his face. He reaches for his jacket that’s slung across the arm of the couch, reaching into his pocket to pull out his own stash and you gasp, mocking offence.

“You had your own weed all this time and you’ve been smoking mine?”

He rolls his eyes, settling the joint between his lips and lighting it. He inhales slowly, watching the tip as it sparks to life, eyes flicking back to you as he exhales, “I was gonna share,”

He holds out the joint for you, however as soon as you go to steal it he holds it back, just out of your reach, “what’s the magic word?”

“Oh my god, are you kidding?” you ask through a laugh, straining forward further in an effort to reach it but you’re hindered from the way you’re sitting. You make grabby hands at it instead.

“Ya want it or not?” he asks, eyebrows raised expectantly. There’s a tension between the two of you, still mostly playful but turning ever the more thick as the moments pass by.

You huff, getting comfy again in your spot, keeping your hand stretched out lazily, “Please,”

As soon as the word leaves your lips you can see his eyes get darker, that infuriating smirk only stretching across his face and you’re so mad that that’s all it takes for the playfulness between you to shatter into pure sexual tension.

Without a word he hands you the joint, enjoying the way you quickly bring it into your mouth for a deep drag to calm your rising nerves. It’s infuriating, how good he looks like this. All calm and relaxed on your couch in the low living room light, curls messy and looking at you through hooded eyelids. You want him. Just his eyes on you like this has a warmth pooling in the pit of your stomach.

You try to play it cool though, taking another slow drag and enjoying the way the smoke rises up around you. His eyes zero in on your lips, watching with a peaked interest as they wrap around the filter, watching the way the smoke escapes them. Neither of you say a word for a while. Just sitting in a comfortable quiet, a forgotten Spotify playlist playing in the background as you pass the joint back and forth.

He didn’t make his move until the final few hits of it. He shifts to sit straighter on your couch, a little more proper. What left his mouth was anything but.

“C’mere,” he says lowly, cocking his head to the side and gesturing to his lap, “gotta nice seat for ya,”

You don’t hesitate to comply, your high erasing any ideas of playing hard to get. You maneuver yourself as gracefully as you can, swinging a leg over his and settling there, straddling him comfortably with his hands on your hips. Once you're settled he raises the joint to his lips, taking in the last drag, eyes glimmering in the low light of the room. He holds it for a second, one hand moves upwards to cup the back of your neck and pulls you in closer.

Your lips are so close, the tension crackling between you like electricity. He tilts his head ever so slightly, lips parting to exhale the smoke into your mouth. You inhale on impulse and your mind goes blank as your lips brush ever so slightly together. You knew people said shotgun kisses were hot, but you had never truly believed them until now.

You know you should pull away to exhale, but you can still feel his lips brushing against yours and your mind is dizzy from the weed and from him and you can’t take it anymore. You close the distance the rest of the way, kissing him slowly through your exhale, smoke slipping through your lips as he returns the motion.

You kiss him like that for a while, enjoying his hands on your waist and the feeling of his chest beneath your hands. You were quickly realizing that Merriell was his own kind of drug. You’d only had a little taste of him and yet you found yourself craving more. His fingers flex against your body and you can’t help to low noise that slips out of your throat. It only spurs him on, emitting a growling sound of his own as he tugs you closer, dragging you against his growing erection. Your hand slides into his hair in response, feeling like you’re so high on weed and him that you might just fly away.

“Is this okay?” he asks against your lips, letting his forehead press against yours while he waits for your response.

You hum your affirmative, nodding your head quickly while diving back into for another kiss, this one much more ravenous than the last. God, you felt like you were starving for him. You couldn’t get enough at the way his tongue slid against yours, the feeling of his hands gliding up and down your body. They continue down the curve on your spine, settling once they reach the globes of your ass.

“You don’t know how many times I thought ‘bout this,” he mumbles, pulling away to stare at you teasingly through hooded eyelids. His accent, already a slow drawl, comes out much thicker when he’s high like this. It washes over you like honey. He smirks at you and before you can begin to wonder what he’s up to he brings one of his hands down in a sound smack against your right ass cheek.

You gasp at the feeling, dulled by the layer of your jeans but rippling throughout your sensitive skin nonetheless. You laugh lowly against his cheek, “likewise,”

He bites his lip on a grin, capturing your lips in a single, filthy kiss as if he knows exactly what it’ll do to you. Your hands wander up under his t-shirt, nails digging in sightly, just as a preview, returning the favour.

Like a switch, he’s on you a little more urgently and things begin to move faster. His hands tug on your shirt impatiently and you obediently part to take it off, shucking your bra off as well, and feeling pleased when he follows your lead. Your hands explore each other's bodies, every inch of new skin. It’s not long before he switches positions, standing up and dropping you back on the couch so that this time you’re laying on it properly. Without wasting a moment, you wiggle your jeans off, tossing them somewhere over the coffee table and taking in the way his eyes darken further at the sight of you.

He crawls his hips between your legs, capturing your lips in a messy kiss before starting to trail them down your body. Your high has your skin feeling so sensitive, every soft brush of his lips feeling like a shock of electricity through your body. He spends time on your breasts, marking and kneading them with his hands, enjoying how responsive you are beneath his ministrations. Though he doesn’t spend long there, clearly more interested in another prize.

He settles, this time his shoulders keeping your legs spread. He presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh, lets his fingers dust over your panty-covered pussy. Your muscles twitch at the feeling, and you feel your cunt clench around nothing. He looks good there, tattoos cover his skin and you long to be able to leave something that permanent on him. Fuck, you want him so bad.

He grins at you, knowing exactly how impatient you must be feeling. And that bastard uses it to his advantage. Sucking marks into your thigh just to watch your squirm. Eventually, he pulls your panties to the side, letting his fingers slide through your folds. He whistles lowly between his teeth.

“Mmm, baby, you this wet for me already?”

The whimper that leaves your lips is pitiful, your hips twitching in an attempt to get the pressure where you need it. He chuckles under his breath, eyes darting between your heat and your face, “Look at you,” he near coos, letting his thumb trace circles around your clit, watching as your mouth drops on a silent moan, “You want it so bad, don’t cha? Sweet thing...”

“Are you gonna be an asshole like this all night?” you ask, breathless but trying to redeem some of your dignity through what little wit you have left.

He laughs, sinking a finger into your heat just to watch the pleasure ripple across your face, “Don’t pretend like you don’t love it.”

And he’s right of course. You do love it, love the way he comments on how wet you are for him, almost mocking. Love the way he’s taking his time to find the most sensitive parts of your body and using them to his advantage. You let out a breathy moan as his finger brushes your G-spot.

The sound must do something to him because within a second he's attaching his mouth to your pussy with a growl, not even bothering to remove your panties before doing so. The heat of his tongue on your clit as his finger works that sweet spot inside of you turns your breathy moan into one much louder.

He’s good with his mouth because of course, he is. Within moments you feel like you're right on edge. And the smug bastard knows it too if the amused glint in his eyes is anything to go by. Your one hand twists in his curls, encouraging his movements while your other works at your nipple.

“God,” you whine, tugging at his hair as you feel heat wind up your spine. You swear you’ve never felt this good. It only takes another flick of his tongue against your click before your orgasm rips through you, thighs attempting to squeeze around his head, stopped by his free hand holding your one leg open so he can work you through it. Your body twitches in its aftershocks, mewling pathetically when the simulation starts to ride that edge between pain and pleasure.

“It’s just Merriell, actually,” he supplies when he pulls away with a smirk.

“I fucking hate you,” you breathe out, pulling him up your body so you can kiss him again, despite your words. He laughs, moaning softly against your lips when your hand finds the bulge in his jeans.

He kisses you for a while, letting you paw at him for a bit before he pulls away to work them off his body. There’s no real rush, the high allowing you to take it slow and enjoy the moment as opposed to the frenzied fucking drinking tends to lead you to.

You whine and he laughs at you, low and cocky as he leans down for another wet kiss, “You hurtin’ that bad for it, baby?”

You beam up at him from your place on the couch, feeling comfy and sexy with the way his eyes trail across your skin, leaving a tingling feeling in their wake. You shrug, watching with interest as he rids himself of his briefs, admiring his cock as he awaits your response.

“It’s been a while,” You say, distracted as you anticipate the stretch required for your body to accommodate him, ‘I’m excited, sue me.”

His hands use your hips to drag you closer to him, lifting one leg onto his shoulder while letting the other wrap around his body. He leans down to kiss you and you only have half a second to wonder the last time your legs were stretched like this before the feeling of his cock at your entrance steals the breath from your lungs.

Your mouth drops open, a moan caught in your throat as he slowly sinks into you. Your eyes roll back, shamelessly enjoying the stretch as he sinks, inch by slow, pleasurable inch. He continues the slowness, but you’re not sure he’s doing so on purpose.

When your eyes focus again you see the definition of bliss on his face as he thrusts slowly in and out of you, moaning lowly in his throat.

“Fuck,” he says, drawing the word out through gritted teeth, “that’s it, takin’ me so good.”

His thrusts begin to pick up, still fucking you slowly but with more force behind them. Each sharp movement of his hips as the tip of his cock dragging sweetly against the deepest parts of you, and it feels so fucking good. In the moment, it’s intense. He’s folded over you, holding your leg against your chest so he can suck and bite at your neck as he fucks you. You can’t help the filthy moans you let loose in his ear, one hand fisted in his hair while the other digs your nails into the smooth skin of his back.

“Merriell,” you gasp, feeling distinctly insane with the pleasure you're feeling. Your head drops back onto the couch, body jolting with each thrust of his hips. It’s good, god, it’s so good. But the need that burns through your veins makes you impatient, “Let me ride you.”

The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them, but it’s a suggestion he is clearly open to acting upon. He quickly pulls out, sitting back in his original position and pulling you on top of him.

“Be my gu-” he doesn’t finish his sentence, instead tapering off into a moan as you waste no time in sinking down on to him again, “Christ,”

You waste no time. Quickly stabling yourself with your hands on his shoulder and maneuvering yourself up and down on his cock. Now it’s your turn to watch him. Watch him as his eyes roll back and his hands grip your hips with a vice-like grip. That smirk never strays from his face though, clearly enjoying himself.

“You look so pretty like this,” he talks, bringing a hand down on your ass again, loving the way it spurs you on, “talk to me baby, tell me how it feels.”

You moan, loud and borderline pornographic, “You feel so good,” you breathe, biting harshly down on his lip, savouring the growl that vibrates through the both of you, “Oh, fuck, Merriell, you feel so good,” You emphasize your words with a particularly good roll of your hips.

You can tell he’s getting close by the way his hips start to snap upwards to meet yours and the way his brows furrow in concentration, “Fuck, baby girl,” he groans, unaware at the way the nickname makes you melt, “tell me you’re getting close. I wanna feel you cum around my cock.”

You nod immediately, pulling on his hair so you can capture his lips harshly, letting him bite your lip and pull your hips frantically against his own, “yes,” you whimper, “yes, yes, fuck imgonnacum,” you rush out, feeling like every touch he’d ever laid on you compiling into this one moment. It’s completely overwhelming and for a moment, you blackout.

When you come to he's kissing at your neck, hands massaging and pull at your ass, helping you ride of the aftershocks of your orgasm. His sounds have turns high and desperate against your neck, hands gripping at your skin so hard you think you’ll have bruises tomorrow. He needs you to keep going. Give him something.

The small, dare you say whimpery, “Oh baby, please,” has you moving quickly, almost as desperate to make him finish as he is to finish.

In the blink of an eye, you’ve lifted yourself off of him and onto your knees in front of him, quickly enveloping his entire length into the warmth of your mouth.

“Oh fuck, baby,” He moans urgently, both hands coming to tangle in your hair as you work your mouth over his cock, eyes trained on his face, “Fuck, I can’t-”

You hum, encouraging and within seconds you feel him reach his climax. His head thrown back, hips twitch upwards into the welcoming heat of your mouth, a low long moan pulled from his throat. He lets you bring him down, continuing to suck and lick softly at his spent cock, eyes lazily following your every movement.

When he finally pulls you up off the floor it’s to kiss you, lazy and heated. You collapse basically on top of him as you kiss, unbothered by the smallness of the couch and the cold air that bites at your cooling skin. He makes a noise in his throat when you pull away, watching in amusement as his eyes barely open to look at you.

“‘M so fuckin’ high.”

It pulls a laugh from you, bubbling up from your chest. He smiles, bright, relaxed and dazzling, “Hope you weren’t plannin’ on kickin’ me out because ‘m not movin’ for a while,”.

You rest your head on his chest, letting yourself sink into the moment with him, your own high coming back to you as you bask in the post-sex haze.

“You're still gonna get me discounted tattoos though right?"

[kazuumii]

𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙨

tw/cw: smoking marijuana, smoke, coughing (don't know if that counts but jic), sharing bong with three people including bakugo

i didn’t know how to end it so it’s really shitty and kinda confusing

y/n quietly made her way out of her dorm, she had a draw string bag that had her bong, weed, grinder and a bottle of water in it, luckily the bag was made for smoking so it was smell proof and held everything in pockets so they didn't bump against each other. she headed towards the staircase because she wasn't taking any risks of waking her sensei and her classmates by going to the elevator. there was at least two flights of stairs that she had to go down until she got to the common room, she had to take a few seconds to try to close the heavy creaky door as fast as possible but as quietly as she could.

bakugo was awake, drinking a glass of milk when he heard the staircase door close, he furrowed his eyebrows and walked to the end of the kitchen and leaned in the doorway. he saw the girl with the drawstring book bag attached to her back trying to sneak out, so he spoke, "where do you think you're going at this hour, pipsqueak?" his voice was gravelly, making the poor girl quickly turn around in fright almost giving herself whiplash. it was obvious she was holding her breath like it would help her but she exhaled, "jesus christ bakugo! what the fuck! don't do that!" she harshly whispered to the male. "answer my question, pipsqueak. where do you think you're going at this hour? huh?" bakugo repeated. "i was just uhm.. going to get some fresh air." y/n lied, "liar." bakugo called her out, "now tell me the truth."

"why do you care?" y/n asked, "i don't. you just look real suspicious." bakugo bit back, "so you could either answer me or i could go get aizawa, your choice."

y/n rolled her eyes and huffed, "since youre so worried about where i'm going how about you come along." y/n started to walk over to the door that would let you out of the building. Deciding that he should follow her just in case something happened and he would get blamed for not waking aizawa up. He huffed as he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his night pants, he followed behind her as y/n walked on the sidewalk going to the direction of the cities park that was surrounded by the woods. Bakugo huffed for what seemed like the fourteenth time making y/n stop and turn around to face the male, "you huff one more time and ill beat you with a stick until your dead, and walk beside me instead of behind me because you look like youre about to kill me."

y/n turned back around and started with her pace again and this time bakugo was on the left side of her walking in unison with y/n's stride. They arrived at the park but instead of stopping at a bench or table y/n walked toward the woods, confusing bakugo, "where the fuck are we going?" he questioned her, "youll see when we get there," y/n replied. Bakugo scoffed but trusted her as it seemed she knew where she was going, deciding it would make sense where he fell back behind her and followed her.

"Have you snuck out of the dorms before?" bakugo asked but then winced when he realized that it was obvious that she had, "i'm not going to answer that because i know you just realized that its quite obvious that i have." y/n stated

After walking in the woods for about fifteen minutes bakugo seen a light, it looked like a lamp post with an opening around it, there was concrete ledges and ramps that were covered in graffiti, it was an abandoned skateboard park, well it wasnt really abandoned since there was a few people skating, it just seemed it was forgotten about since where it was located at. y/n walked into the glade made of concrete a couple of males got up from sitting on their skateboards truck and dabbed her up, "wassup man." she greeted each of them, she noticed one of the males look at bakugo, "this is bakugo, he decided to tag along with me." y/n explained to the males.

"Yo wassup man nice to meet you, I'm mazikin but you can just call me mazzi." one of the males introduced himself as mazzi before holding out his hand so he could dab bakugo up, bakugo collided his hand against mazzi's dapping him up, "welcome to the delinquents club man, names treyvon but you can call me big t." big t introduced himself as well, dapping bakugo up.

"Delinquents club, huh." bakugo repeated what big t welcomed him to. "Yeah, this is where the rejects and delinquents hang out." y/n explained to bakugo.

"So which one are you? A delinquent or a reject?" bakugo asked the female, "both." y/n replied as she walked towards the curb as she took off her bag and sat down. Bakugo followed along forth. y/n loosened the top of the bag and pulled out her bong, the bowl, grinder, and the jar that held the flower. The street light was bright giving y/n the light she needed to see. y/n grabbed the plastic water bottle and filled the bong where the water belonged, bakugo stared at the bong as she prepped it, it looked like shes been doing this for a long time and it had just become second nature to her. y/n put the bowl into the hole where it was held at a certain degree, she then grabbed her grinder and opened it to where the pre-grinded weed was and started to pack the weed into the bowl. She then closed the grinder and put it down and picked up the bong, she reached into her pocket and pulled out her lighter and lit up the bowl and sucked in for a few seconds before pulling the bowl out so she could get the rest of the smoke out before putting the bowl back in and passing the bong and lighter to mazzi.

"I didnt know you smoked." bakugo said, "theres a lot of things that you dont know about me bakugo, mostly because we arent friends." y/n stated to the male. "Right." bakugo forgot they didnt hang out, he thought that since y/n hung out with mina and mina hung out with the rest of the bakusquad as she hung out with y/n at the same time that meant that they were technically friends but he guesses not.

"You want a hit?" y/n asked bakugo, pulling him out of his thoughts. "Will it affect my performance?" bakugo asked, "nah." y/n replied

Bakugo nodded and took the bong and did the steps that y/n did but it was a mistake on bakugos end because he couldnt even pull the bowl out before he started coughing, smoke puffed out from his mouth as he violently coughed, y/n giggled a bit taking the bong away from bakugos hand pulling the bowl out and sucking the rest of bakugos smoke out of the bong before lighting it up again so she could take her turn. By the time she was finished her turn bakugo had calmed down his coughing. "Sorry i wouldve warned you if i knew you havent smoked before, since you coughed a lot youll be high out of your mind, so ill be here for you." y/n apologized to bakugo, mazzi and big t didnt snicker or make fun of him, they just minded their business and enjoyed the high that was hitting them, by the time the bong came back to y/n there was one hit left and she took it and then started to pack the stuff away back into the bag and then pulling the strings to close it. y/n looked up, the stars were visible tonight, no clouds covering up the balls of gas, bakugo grabbed onto y/ns hand entwining his fingers into hers, y/n reciprocated the gesture, she didnt mind that his hands were overly sweaty, because she was there for him through thick and thin.

[saintqueer]

On Being 13

by saintqueer

Date Written: July 2019

CW: brief mention of an eating disorder

I will be posting a series of old creative nonfiction essays I wrote in 2019-20 every Friday and tagging them #a saintqueer original. Some might be a little outdated but I'm getting my feet wet in the experience of sharing my own writing again. Hope you enjoy! My inbox is always open.

Your name is Jordan. It is 2006 and you just turned 13. You are officially a teenager. Not a preteen. Nor god-forbid a tween. You’re in eighth grade at middle school in the Bay Area suburbs and you just got your first cell phone. It’s a silver LG flip phone without a camera. Modern social media has been born but is not yet widespread. Myspace and AIM are still the name of the game. And your friend’s Top 8s are literally worth crying over. You buy songs you like on iTunes for 99 cents. Songs like Far Away by Nickelback and Jesus, Take the Wheel by Carrie Underwood. That is, until you wizen up and start using LimeWire in 2007. By that time, you’ll think your tastes much improved. You’ll illegally download songs like Buy U a Drank by T-Pain, Wait For You by Elliott Yamin, and everything Chris Brown puts out. Every single feeling you have is so large it’s like it has the potential to kill you. Weird shit is happening to your body. You started puberty early but it shows absolutely no sign of stopping. Things just seem to be getting weirder and more emotional. You cut your own side bangs and they look hella cool.

Ok, let’s pause there. I’m gonna go ahead and break the fourth wall here. Reader, I was planning on doing this entire piece as a kind of immersive second person experience. But. I. Just. Can’t. It’s too hard and writing about being 13 is difficult enough. I think that intro was enough to get you in the right head space of Jordan circa 2006-2007.

Over the last year, there has been more truthful explorations of the adolescent experience in media than ever before. With shows like Pen15 and Big Mouth and films like Eighth Grade, I feel like for the first time I’m starting to come to terms with my own adolescence. Being 13 is really fucking hard. And 13-year-olds get such a bad rap when, honestly, they’re just trying to do the best they can with all the shit they’ve been thrown.

I first felt compelled to write this piece when reading a section of a book from my favorite podcaster, Karen Kilgariff. Karen describes a lecture series she went to in which one of the presenters made a case in defense of 13 year olds. Karen writes that being 13 “is the hardest age you ever have to be because of all the chemicals and hormones constantly raging through your body. It’s like you’re being drugged and then woken up with speed on a daily basis. All social structure implodes and resets itself in a totally unfamiliar way. You’re simultaneously the oldest version of a child and the youngest version of an adult, so you don’t belong anywhere. You don’t get babied, and you don’t get respect.” Basically, it fucking sucks!!!

At 13, my eating disorder was already in full swing and my body-dysmorphia-riddled brain had no shortage of reasons for why my life would be so much better if I weighed 25 pounds less. They would weigh us in gym class, one by one, and assign us our BMI classification (mine was “overweight”). I was constantly dieting, with resounding approval from family and peers; starving my growing body of whole food groups and then binging. My school used to sell these pizza hot pocket things in plastic wrapping called pizza sticks (they were so DELICIOUS). One time, I found an unopened and still-warm pizza stick on the floor next to a garbage can. Wildly hungry from my meager carb-less lunch I picked it up off the floor and shoved it into my mouth, facing the wall, in as few bites as possible so no one would see. OFF THE FLOOR…OUTSIDE. I think it was on a pile of leaves and other trash (though unopened, it was slightly flattened on one side so it might have been stepped on?). This is actually the first time I’ve told anyone that I did that. Blogging is fun.

I was truly beginning to understand that my body was a commodity in society. I couldn’t take up space as a girl and to be beautiful was to be frail. My body was a sexual thing but I was not allowed to be a sexual being. Boys were the horny ones, not girls. But boy, was I! The thing was I couldn’t tell anyone, only the bathtub faucet could know. This was heightened all the more by my church and my faith. Youth group taught me the importance of dressing modestly and how we had to do everything within our power to help easily tempted boys remain sexually pure. I had so much shame that I had any kind of sexuality at all.

A majority of us wanted to fit in when we were 13. And I wanted it desperately. It’s not necessarily that I wanted to be cool, it’s more like I just wanted to belong. I wanted to have best friends. I wanted boys to have crushes on me. I wanted to be wanted. And it never happened for me. I didn’t develop deep lasting friendships until my late teens. I didn’t have my first kiss until I was 21, for god’s sake. My friends at 13 were changeable and excluding. I felt like I was constantly vying for their approval and as I entered high school in 2007, my social life became the center of my world.

Admittedly, high school felt much more enjoyable than middle school. I had established my place in the cool crowd and shirked academics. I stopped listening to Christian Rock and started listening to Lil Wayne and learning how to twerk. I cut class with a friend to straighten my hair with my hot pink straightener in Starbucks. I got in trouble with the cops for underage drinking. I got better at actually starving myself for a few days at a time instead of just dieting. I was significantly better at swearing. However, every single thing still felt like the biggest deal ever and it felt like it would always be that way.

Now, over a dozen years later, I hardly ever think about how it felt to be 13. I always forget that I “fell in love” with a boy named Alex at church summer camp who I saw from afar five times and talked to once for two minutes. It’s hard to believe now that I wrote his name in sharpie on my converse sneakers and sang I Drive Myself Crazy by *Nsync while crying and staring directly back at myself in the mirror.

This might seem unforgiving but I feel like the one redeemable thing about being 13 is that it doesn’t last forever. It ends. You grow and you change and you work through your trauma. If you’re lucky, you get better friends and you go to therapy and do some healing over ten years later by watching tv shows and movies that remind you of every painful feeling. Then you look back and laugh. You laugh at that school dance where Peter said he’d never, ever slow dance with you. You laugh at the school dance less than a year later where you grind provocatively on a dude you don’t know to Get Low by Lil Jon and the Ying Yang Twins. You laugh (hysterically, I might add) at eating that pizza stick off the floor. You laugh at smoking weed for the first time using a plastic water bottle your friend somehow turned into a shitty bong. You laugh at shoplifting your first thong from Ross. You laugh at your self-cut side bangs. You laugh and you laugh and you laugh and then you, finally, move on.

[childofhalloween]

A Story With No Name Aka Why You Don't Ask Idoits for Dating Advice

So this was a short little one shot I got an idea for after binging Graystillplays Sims videos for days. If the formatting or anything seems off it's because I wrote it all on a phone. Well this short one shot turned out 9 pages long opps. So I hope you enjoy. Also writing an Austrillis slow burn not really sure where it goes but if anyone is interested let me know. Anyways onto the show! Thomas Alan Wenis better known as Tommy looked down at the paper in his hand. This address had to be a mistake. He had just flown down to Florida to get away for a while, see the ocean, maybe even clear up his depression. He hadn't brought much with him just an old suitcase and what little money he drained from his savings account.

That was exactly what attracted him to the random message board offering low rent living. With the price of rent all Tommy was expecting was a cot in a closet somewhere. Not that he minded as long as he had a roof and somewhere to put his black boots he didn't care.

But this, this wasn't right. Couldn't be right. The place was huge. Probably the biggest house he had ever seen. 4 floors are least and he could see the corner a large pool in the back.

He checked the address of his contact Melvin, and it matched. This had to be some sort of scheme. He knew it was too good to be true, like everything else in his life.

With a sigh he picked up his bag walking to the front door. Maybe they would be able to at least point him in the right direction.

Ringing the bell he sat out on the front step for a moment before the large oak door opened and a man dressed only in a towel and some sneakers opened the door.

"Uhhh hi. I'm sorry to disturb you but I am looking for someone at this address. His name is Melvin." Tommy said avoiding eye contact with the red haired man.

"Yeah that's me! Melvin Eugene Johnston. But everyone just calls me Florida Man." He said holding out his hand Tommy awkwardly taking it. "You must be Tommy!"

"Uhhh yeah. I'm sorry did I come at a bad time?" He said motioning to the towel.

"Huh this? Nah. Just like to feel a cool breeze if you know what I mean." He joked opening the door motioning for him to come in.

The place was almost too much for Tommy to take in but nonetheless followed Florida Man on a tour around the house.

"I uhhh….I hate to say I think I miss understood about the price." Tommy said knowing their was no way he could ever afford a place like this.

"Oh don't stress about it. Just get me the $300 whenever. Everyone here is pretty cool. We all just pitch in when we can ya know? We all take turns cleaning and cooking….well except for Aussie. Fire department said they are gonna fine us for another kitchen fire." He said casually. Tommy couldn't help but wonder what he was getting into.

"Then toss in some cash for some beers or food when ya can. Everyone just kind of does their own thing. You will see all kinds of people come and go. Right now we got a lot of our 'lifers'."

"How can you afford this place?" Tommy said looking at another large staircase.

"Oh it's already paid for. I bought it with the money from my lawsuit with Madonna."

"You sued Madonna!?!" Tommy said, not believing what he was hearing.

“Oh yeah I did. Her show was supposed to start at 8 she didn't go on till 10. I wasted so much money on overpriced water down beer I don't even remember the damn thing. Next thing I know I'm in the hospital. Apparently I fell down 12 rows of concrete stairs trying to get some nachos from concessions." He said casually as he continued. "Then I used the money I won to buy this place but it got lonely & quiet by myself so I started renting out rooms. Made for one big odd family."

Opening a door he motioned to Tommy "So here's your room. Get comfortable. When you're done feel free to head on down to the kitchen, meet everyone."

Tommy had hoped he could even find his way back down to the kitchen. It was going to take a little while to get used to this place. He still couldn't wrap his mind around all of this.

But unbeknownst to him the craziest part was yet to come. His new roommates.

Finally finding the kitchen he saw Floridaman busy having a beer next to a tall man with the most epic red beard he'd ever seen and a smaller but seemingly louder blond wearing sunglasses. And behind them both a slightly deranged looking man with jet black hair.

They all seemed to get quiet as he walked awkwardly into the kitchen.

"I was wondering if you were going to find us." Florida Man said thrusting a Bud Lite in Tommy's hand not bothering to ask if he'd want one. "Boys this is our newest guest Tommy Wenis"

The blond let out an almost mocking laugh.

"Wenis!?! Ya gotta be bloody kiddin me. Bet that must have been a rough primary career. The names are just endless!"

"Don't listen to him, he can be a jerk but he doesn't really mean it." The redhead said standing up holding out his hand cordially. "Names Tim by the way."

"Ahhh I'm just taking the piss with ya mate...kinda. Name's Trevor but everyone here likes to call me Australian Man. Ya know obvious reasons."

Finally the dark hair man with the slightly odd shaped face spoke up. "And I'm Colono. Colono Scopy"

"Uh huh...so is this everyone who lives here?" Tommy said looking at the motley crew in front of him.

"No the girls are off doing something or another. I think they mentioned girls day. I don't know I wasn't listening." Florida Man said, looking at the clock on the stove. "But they should be back any minute."

As if on cue the door opened and the sound of over lapped talking was heard.

"Speak of the devil mate." Australian Man said slightly in awe of Florida Man's timing.

A brunette wearing what looked to be a thrift store tourist shirt walked into the kitchen.

"Hey Whitley come here meet our new roommate Tommy." Florida Man said.

"Hey I'm Whitley " she shook his hand. He couldn't help but notice the slight smell of cheap bottom shelf vodka radiating off her.

Next a woman walked in with the best blond afro Tommy had ever seen.

"Hey Bab this is our new roommate Tom-"

"Maybe he'll last longer then the others." Bab said almost miserably as she walked out the back door not stopping.

"Sorry she's kin-d of…." Florida Man tried to think of the word.

"Manic Depressive." The girl with blonde and pink braids said matter of factly. "Text book diagnosis really."

"Are you a Dr?" Tommy asked everyone just laughed.

"Not in the slightest. Just been through a lot of psychologists."

"Ellis Dee, meet Tommy." Florida Man introduced.

"Tommy Wenis." Australian Man said with a snicker.

"Oh my God do people call you Tiny Wenis?" Ellis said with a giggle.

It didn't matter though because all Tommy's attention was now focused on the tall blond with golden hair walking in. He had never seen anyone like her. She was like nothing he'd ever encountered. She was…..she was…..she was absolutely stunning.

"Whose that?" Tommy asked Tim quietly.

"Huh? Oh that's Beth. Be nice, she's a sweet girl." Tim whispered back.

"Hey Beth say hi to Tommy the new guy." Florida said.

"Hi name's Beth." She introduced herself in a thick Southern accent.

"I….uhh...I'm Tommy." Tommy managed to mumble out.

All the guys exchanged an odd look.

"So where are ya rollin in from?" She asked with a smile.

"....I uhhh… I come from….places. I gotta go." He said, scrambling out of the kitchen to his room.

"That was odd." Colono said all the others nodded.

As the months went on Tommy found he had more in common with this rag tag bunch then he ever had with anyone else. He spent his days joking with Colono, drinking beers with the Florida Man & Australian Man, discussing art with Bab Ross, hitting the occasional bong with Ellis Dee, and pretty much bonding with everyone.

Everyone that is except for Beth. It seemed like every time they had a moment together his mind just blanked. Like it shut down to nothing and he couldn't figure out what the hell to say so he would say something awkward and just excuse himself.

It became apparent to everyone what was going on, everyone that was except Beth as she walked into the living room one day.

"Mind if I sat by ya hun?" She asked. He looked up at her eyes wide.

"I….uhh….murder show…..its over…..here you go. For you." He said, tossing the remote at her feet before running out the room.

"Ouch that was painful to watch." Australian Man looked up from the card game the guys had been playing.

Tommy pulled out a chair and plopped down not responding.

"Hey man, it's0 ok you will get her next time." Florid Man said putting a hand on his shoulder sympathetically….well really trying to sneak a peek at Colono's cards

"Ughhh. It's like everytime I try to talk to her I look like a total ass." Tommy grumbled.

"Yah we know, we all seen it." Australian Man joked as threw another chip in the pot.

"Well what am I supposed to say? Hey I think you're gorgeous, will you have a coffee with me?" He said, causing all the other men to laugh.

"No, no. You're thinking too much into it. What women love to hear is compliments." Tim Horton said as Bab Ross happened to walk past. "Watch this."

"Hello Bab you are looking positively radiant today!" Tim said, putting on a charming smile.

"Whatever you say Tim." Bab said with a shrug as she kept walking.

This caused all the other men to crack up.

"Laugh all you want but she acknowledged me. That's progress."

"Nah ya got it all wrong mate. What birds really dig on is a badass." Australian Man said getting up walking to the back yard. "This is how it's done boys."

Strutting slightly he slid up to Ellis Dee who was sitting outside enjoying the sun.

"Hey Ellie." He said acting casual.

"Oh hey Aussie what's up?"

"Did I ever tell you about the time I fought off a whole colony of bog frogs?"

"No I don't think you have."

"Yeah I was out with some blokes and came across these wee little bog frogs must have been mating season or something because next thing I know I'm surrounded by the little wankers! So I start beating them off me. Kicking, punching them in their little frog faces. Just throwing them off left and right. Turns out the little bastards were poisonous. Woke up in the hospital 2 weeks later handcuffed to the hospital bed. Turns out those little piss frogs are on the 'endangered species' list. Luckily for me though the judge granted the coma as time served. All I got was probation and I'll be off that by next year." Australian Man said cooly before something hit him.

"Probation…..OH SHIT! My probation meeting!" He said looking down at his watch. "I'm 6 fucking months late! I can not be arrested again! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!" he said running into the house leaving behind a very confused Ellis Dee.

All the guys watched as Australian Man ran through the house screaming obscenities as he looked for his cell phone.

"Anyways….what about you Florida Man. How do you talk to the ladies?" Tim Horton asked.

Florida Man shrugged and got up walking to the kitchen to see Whitley at the table drinking a large glass of orange juice.

"Bud Lite?" Florida Man offered holding out a beer. She looked at him confused.

"Its only 11 not even noon. Too early for beer." she said.

"Ok." Florida Man said walking back with both beers.

"Mornings are for screwdrivers." Whitley said to herself pour more dollar vodka into her drink.

"No, no I am sure I called. Yeah right when I landed. No I made sure I message with a Shelly? Or maybe a Jan? Or was it a Steven? I'm not sure. Mighta been a new?.....oh maybe a temp! Bloody hard to find good help huh? I'm sure it's there just check the last few months. Ring when this is all cleared up." Australian Man said, hanging up his phone not waiting for a reply on the other end. "Bloody cunts..….so what'd I miss."

"That's it. That's the only move I got." Florida Man said with a shrug.

"You guys are hopeless. No wonder I'm the only one in a relationship." Colono complained before turning to Tommy. "Tommy don't listen to them they are all going to die alone."

"Hey!"

"Fuck ya too!

"That was rude….but true."

"Women, they love romance. You can sweep a woman off her feet just by words. Just watch my example gentlemen." Colono said as he sauntered out the door to Flo Cane who was watching tv.

"Oh there she is mi amor. I was looking everywhere for you." He said sliding next to her.

"What is it? On no! Are you having issues again? Is the burning back? Have you been taking your meds? Do I need to call the Dr for you again?"

"What!?! No! That's not it!" Colono said in a panic as the sound of laughter came from around the corner.

"Hey don't listen to them. You know stress makes it worse." Flo comforted.

"It's not that!" Colono said frustrated.

"Are you sure? I know how cranky you get when you forget to take your meds."

"I'm not cranky!" Colono yelled as he stormed off.

"I'm making you an appointment just to be sure! I know you are scared of making phone calls." She shouted after him as he stormed off.

The other guys were currently in a huge pile on the floor in total hysterics none of them were able to stand. It took almost 10mins for them to calm down to breathe.

Finally collecting himself Tommy stood up straightening out his clothes. After all that advice he had finally figured it out. He knew what he had to do. Mustering up all the courage he could he moved forward before he could chicken out.

"Where are you going?" Florida Man asked as Tommy made his way outside.

"I'm going to do what I need to." He said walking out into the back yard where the girls currently huddled together talking about how weird the morning had been.

"Hello ladies. Can I talk to Beth alone please?" He asked.

Suddenly a lot made sense as they gave each other a knowing look.

"She's all yours." Whitley said with a l knowing smirk.

Silence still overcame the 2 as they sat there totally obvious to the group of 8 peering around the corner.

"What did you want to talk about?" Beth asked looking over slightly confused about what had been going on. From what she heard it's been a very confusing day.

"I…..I…." He took a deep breath before blurting out quickly. "I think you're absolutely gorgeous and would you like to get coffee with me?"

It took Beth a moment to even figure out what he had said and then another for it to really register.

"You, you think I'm pretty?" She said shocked no one had said anything like that before.

"Gorgeous actually." He said his face was burning red. "Look if I offended you, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Yes." She cut him off.

"Huh?"

"I would love to get coffee with you." She said as a big smile crossed her face.

"Ok when?"

"Now?" She suggested.

"Sounds great." He said getting up offering his hand to her. "I know a great place."

They both walked right past the group of the gawkers so invested in their conversation they didn't even seem to notice.

"Oh my God that is the sweetest thing I've ever seen!" Whitley gushed.

"Guys are never that romantic. She's so lucky." Flo said wistfully.

"Man I wish I could find someone who thinks like that." Ellis mused.

"Yeah it was pretty nice." Bab said in her bored Bab tone.

"Are ya fucking kidding me right now!?!" Australian said, throwing his hands up in the air as he stormed back inside.

"Seriously? That? That's it? Thats romantic?" Colono complained following behind.

"Wow guy did have some skills after all." Florida said patting Tim on the back sympathetically as Tim mumbled to himself annoyed.

"What's their problem?" Bab asked.

"Men are weird." Whitley said all the other girls nodded in agreement.

[korkisobsessions]

The Oath

XVII. Gifts

Hi guys, I know I´m a terrible at posting, but you know, Christmas is coming and whole this year is crazy. So I´m very sorry this chapter is quiet short. Hope you enjoy it anyway :) 

I wish you all merry christmas <3

You look like you sleep as well as I was.” Jae-Bong greets him with tired eyes. He didn’t say anything and head behind the house to the barn where they took body of the dead man.

“I was awake all night, listening to every crack. I was worried that Miho will sneak inside the barn and see it.”

Man was laid on the big table covered by old sheet. He started to stink and Jae-Bong needs all his strength to not throw up. Yeong shin experienced worse.

“Miho was running around our house again.”

“If that’s a problem...” big man spoke through piece of cloth pressed to his face.

“No. He is a good kid. Nilah really likes him.”

Yeongshin was glad when he saw Jae-Bong’s son in the morning. He knew that he will be the best companion for Nilah. She had bad, restless nigh and woke up pale and tired. But she smiled at him and let him go, even though he wanted to stay with her.

“I didn’t noticed this, when we found him yesterday.” For the first time, he was really sick.

“Oh no...” Jae-Bong growl and leave the barn with pale face.

Man on the table had cut off his manhood. His crotch was just bloody mess.

Yeong shin covered him again and followed Jae-Bong outside.

Leader of village was sitting on the ground, white as snow with cold sweat on his forehead.

“I never saw something like this.” He mumbled and took little flask from his vest. It looked almost same like Byung Chul used to have. “Someone killed him and then violated the body?”

“No, I don’t think so.” Yeong shin sat down next to him and accepted the flask with alcohol. It was weaker than Byung Chul’s. “Someone who did this wants his victim to suffer. He enjoyed the torture. He did this and then beheads him.”

“But why? I don’t understand...” Jae-Bong hides his face in palms.

“It looks like revenge.” Yeong shin lay on his back with hands behind his head. “There is nothing we can do.” He thought how such a beautiful day could have so terrible secret. There really was nothing to do. He wasn’t investigator. He was best in tracking and there were no tracks. He search surrounding of that place, but only footprints were his or Jae-Bong’s. It was almost unnatural how clean of track that place was. The murderer knows what to do and how to hide his presence.

“Yeong shin!! Father!” Miho’s Scream stops his heart.

“Miho? What is it?”  

Boy was running to them with wide eyes. He barely can catch his breath. His face red and hair damp with sweat.

“Some weird man is heading to your house!” he stuttered that few word with struggle.

Yeong shin’s stomach drop and his blood froze.

He didn’t wait, grab his rifle and run. He didn’t care about Jae-Bong shouting behind him, or Minho trying to run with him. He was glad that kid can’t keep up. If that weird man is ‘that’ weird man, it will be bloody fight and he didn’t want him to see.

His lungs were burning when he run like insane. His muscles working with urge.

He run through the village, people were shouting and getting out of his way. But he didn’t care. He was trying so desperately to behave from their first day here, and now he act like rogue. They will leave if they have to. He was ready to sacrifice their house and life here. He was ready to sacrifice everything, just not Nilah.

He approaches the house. Everything looks fine from the outside, but he did not trust that sign and run inside.

And then he saw him.

Siting in their kitchen with wide smile on his face was Cho Beom Pal in all his glory.

Yeongshin lean on the wall and slide to the ground. His lungs hurt and heart missing the beats. Weird man, of course.

“Is that you my friend? You look like you see a ghost!” came laughter through loud buzzing in his ears.

He pressed his hot and damp forehead to cold metal of his rifle and closed his eyes because he starts to see light dots. “I should stay with His highness and hunt the dead. It was calmer life.” He mumbled and tried to catch his breath.

“Oh gods Yeong shin? What happened?” Nilah’s worried face appeared before him and dark shadows were dancing around.

“He throws himself inside like thunderstorm. I think he will pass out?” Beom Pal’s voice was coming from far.

“Yeong shin?” Nilah pressed damp cold cloth on the back of his neck and give him cup with cold water. “What happened? Are you hurt?” she was really worried and was trying to find any injury.

“I’m good. It’s nothing. Just Miho making mess.” He smiled and closed his eyes for a few seconds. He needs to calm his heart, nerves and brain. Wipe out all that disasters he was imaging.

“And I thought, you will be bored.” Beom Pal laughed and sat back on his place.

Nilah looked happy to see him. She was serving food and opened the bottle of soju.

“What are you doing here my lord?” she pours him a drink and one for Yeong shin. He drinks it with one gulp and pours himself another. His hands were still shaking.

Beom Pal’s face light up with pure happiness.

“I’ve got gifts for you two.”

“Gifts?”  Yeong shin raised his eyebrow, finally calm enough to enjoy Beom Pal’s unexpected presence.

“Yes, but first, drink!” he give Nilah her cup and took his. “Toast to your new life. I hope you two are married already.”

Nilah’s cheeks turned red and she cough.

“No, we are not. It’s complicated.” Yeong shin drink his cup with serious face.

“Oooh, don’t be like this Yeong shin! It’s not complicated! Marry this gorgeous lady before someone else will.” Beom Pal laughed, but Yeong shin’s face paled and knuckles of his fist turned white.

“Please my lord. Leave it.” Nilah laid hand on magistrate’s forearm. She saw how much pain his words make to her beloved man.

“I just don’t understand...” Beom Pal was still mumbling while he took out small package. It was something wrapped in silk paper. “You love her, she saved your life, and probably more than once, you dragged her from hell...just marry her you foolish...”

“Stop it!” Yeong shin’s nerves cracked. His fists hit the table with loud bang. Beom Pal grew silent but he had small mischief smile on his lips.

“There is nothing I want more than made Nilah my wife. I would be honoured to be her man...It’s ridiculous, because I’m her man already, I don’t care if it’s official. I belong to her. My every heartbeat belongs to her.”

Nilah was speechless, listening his words with glossy eyes and blushing cheeks. She was touched by his words.

“Here, my gift.” Beom Pal gives Yeong shin small package. He took it with questions in his eyes, still wildly breathing.

He opened it and for a while he was still like statue. He just lifts his eyes to Beom Pal and Nilah through she saw them gloss.

“How did you...?” his voice was trembling when he put his hands on the table holding his gift in tight grip.

“I’m very important man, remember?” Beom Pal smiled happily.

“What is it?”  Nilah was trying to recognise, what made him so touched that even his hands trembled.

“It’s my name tag.” Yeong shin whispered with tight voice.

It was little tag with the name ‘Seo Yeong shin’ and it was made from fine wood that was probably very expensive.

“It’s your new name tag. You are in the King’s favour.” Beom Pal smiled with satisfaction. It took him a long time to found Yeong shin’s name in books and bring him back to the world of living. He must talk to lot of magistrates, to negotiate and sometimes used just a little threat. Until he was holding two fresh pieces of wood.

“And this is yours.” He gave Nilah same piece of dark wood.

Her breath hitched and she covered her mouth to not let out loud sob.

“You are officially citizen of this kingdom.”

“Thank you my lord. I don’t know what to say...how to make it up to you.” She hugged him and didn’t think about, how inappropriate it was. She was just happy. Maybe more for Yeong shin than for herself.

“Don’t be silly. I’m glad I could help you.” Beom Pal shushed her and took the bottle “So, let’s drink!”

 Nilah never saw Yeong shin drunk. She was sitting on the floor with bottle in her lap, she felt her cheeks red and hot like in fever, but she wasn’t sick. She was drunk and happy...maybe happier she ever was.

She was singing old songs she remembers from home. It was drinking songs of her nation about sun, sea and honourable deaths and reunion with gods.

And Yeong shin was dancing. She was happily laughing when he was swinging in the centre of the room waving with his hands. His cheeks red as hers and eyes glossy.

She never saw him so happy, smiling so long and wide. She wants to cry with happiness.

And Beom Pal was dancing too. Wobbling around and trying to sing songs in language he didn’t even know.

It was a long night full of joy. And in the end of it Nilah was sleeping and Yeong shin was sitting outside with Beom Pal, watching night changing colours.

It was silent and peaceful moment.

“She is still scared.” He whispered into the dark. “She has nightmares and last night I found her scared to death, just because she saw shadow, or something.”

It was like throwing away heavy weight from his back. He was so glad that Beom Pal was there.

“I have this trouble too, sometimes.” Beom Pal admitted. “Nightmares or these weird feelings. Last time someone run behind me and I almost pissed myself because I thought it’s undead.”

Beom Pal was suddenly serious when he spoke.

“She is not scared of the dead. It’s the living that scared her the most. And I feel so helpless. All I can do is calm her.” He hated how he was fighting with invisible enemy. With her demons he couldn’t shoot or stab.

“You are doing great. Trust me. I had few mistresses but not a single one can’t stand my nightmares. When I woke up with scream, they always run away. And it hurts. Be with her it’s the best you can do.”

Yeong shin was looking at the magistrate with compassion. They were too damaged by games of Hae won Cho clan. Even their own member.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered and held Beom Pal’s shoulder. He knew he could lose his hand just for touching someone so high rate, but he didn’t mind. He just wanted to comfort a friend. “I’m really sorry.”

[archangelgabriellives]

Rich Appreciation 2020 Day 1

Word count: 880

Fandom: Driven

Pairings: eventual Roger x Reader (maybe)

A/N: It’s Rich appreciation week! And since my copy of Driven just came in the mail the other day, I’m making it about Roger! So I’m going to try and write a 7 chapter Roger fic with the prompts from Rich appreciation week. Fingers crossed I can do it. Hope is high, but I have my doubts.

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Chapter 1: Coffee Shop AU

Nights like this were always a mess. Torrential rain falling in thick sheets and lightning cracking so close the walls shook. Customers were scarce. Not like Y/N could blame them. Just the short walk from the parking lot to the open doors of Shuffling Zombie Coffee was enough to drown someone. 

But Y/N wouldn't close her doors. She really can't right now. This is a fresh business still. Just recently opened and every second those doors stay locked is another cup she could have sold. Another bump to get her out of the red. She’s put her whole being into starting her life over, and come hell or high water (literally) she would make this work. 

Y/N had already sent her only other employee home for the night, Oliver, a sweet kid who just needed a steady job, something stable. He really didn't want to leave her here all alone, but Y/N insisted. The storm coming was a big one, and Y/N couldn't handle the thought of letting him drive in that. He was young enough to be her son, and Y/N just wanted to make sure he was safe. 

She hummed as she listened to the rain pouring on the other side of the front window, wiping down the glass cases and counters.  Might as well clean up since it was highly unlikely anyone would be walking through the doors for the rest of the night.

No one in their right kind would be out in this god forsaken weather. 

Bing bong

The sound of the door chime surprised her, but hey, a sale’s a sale.

Y/N eyed the man still standing at the cafe’s threshold. He was peering through the window, gray hood pulled up high to block her view of his face and his overcoat dripping pools of water onto her floor. There was a satchel clutch tightly in his hands. 

“Uh...Hello?” Y/N called. The man turned his head sharply, clearly not expecting anyone to speak to him. His eyes were still hidden under his soaked hood, but Y/N could see a bearded chin and the point of a nose, a drop of rain dripping off the end. 

Y/N felt a small pang of nervousness. But just as quickly the man turned to her completely, a hand coming up to toss his hood back, a warm smile on his face.

“Hey there!” 

The pang of nerves slid away, making room for a smattering of butterflies to make their way up Y/N’s throat. Oh, he’s cute.

“Some night out there, huh?” The man’s attitude was loose and carefree, the tense air surrounding him when he first came in dissolving away. 

“Oh. Yeah, it’s terrible.” Y/N flashed a smile, admiring amber eyes as he closed in on the counter. There was a moment where the two of them stood at either side of the counter in silence before Y/N remembered she had a job to do. “Um, welcome to the Shuffling Zombie. What can I get for you tonight.” 

“Um…how about…” The man sucked a bit of air through his teeth as he mused over the menu. “Let me get a macchiato with a double shot of espresso.”

“Wow,” Y/N said with a chuckle as she typed in the order. “A double shot this late? Must be a night owl, huh? That’ll be four seventy five.” 

“Nature of my job, I guess.” He handed over a crisp twenty.

“Sounds like that’d be exhausting,” Y/N said as she handed him his change. A step to the left and she picked up a paper cup, sharpie poised above the empty speech bubble over the snarling (but not overly terrifying) zombie face printed there. “Name?”

“Roger."

“Roger,” she repeated, a coy smirk on her lips  as she wrote. “I'll, ah, have that ready for you in a few minutes.”

“Thanks,” Roger smiled as he dropped some singles in the tip jar. “I'm...I’m just gonna step into the bathroom for a quick sec. Try to dry off a little bit.” 

“Should be ready by the time you get out.”

Y/N watched him go, caught the nervous look back he gave her, and mentally slapped herself with a chuckle. You can't ogle people like that. So she busied herself with making Roger’s drink. True to her word, his double macchiato was ready before he returned, but the real surprise was the new customer that had appeared at her counter. 

She hadn't heard the chime go off. Maybe she was a little too distracted thinking about the guy peeling his few outermost layers off in her bathroom. 

“Sorry about that,” she said, embarrassed. “Didn't hear you come in.” The woman across the counter said nothing. Just stared at her. Y/N’s nerves were starting to go off again. “Uh, what can I get you?”

The strange woman closed her eyes, lifted her head and took in a long slow sniff of the air. Her eyes opened again, and Y/N found herself taking a few steps back. “He’s here,” the woman said, her voice scratchy and deep.

“W-Who?”

She smiled, a terrible looking thing that had Y/N’s heart beating frantically in her chest.

“The man I'm going to kill.”

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[moonlightreal]

Fate ep 3, first half

They should’ve just changed everybody’s names.  I like Terra but she’s nothing like Flora... but Aisha and Musa are nothing like themselves either and Stella is the polar opposite.  Bloom is the only one with anything like her own personality and that’s ‘cause “destiny-ridden protagonist” is a pretty universal personality.

But let’s dive back into the show we do have!

When we left our heroine, Bloom had gone all white-eyed!  Looks like she’s having a vision of her own birth!  Hospital monitors and whatnot, then an old lady leans into view and says, “When the time comes, find me.”  Well that was proof you’re a destiny-ridden protagonist if ever I saw it!

So it’s still evening of day 3.  Counting days is important.

Aisha asks Bloom what happened and Bloom says, ‘I think I just saw the fairy that left me in the human world.”

Opening sequence!

On the way to class, with backpacks and books.  Aisha is wearing a very acceptable teal snakeskin-print outfit.  Bloom’s in a red shirt. Bloom stops to look at the alumni photos on the walls, trying to recognize the fairy from her vision.  Aisha is unimpressed with this plan, which I think is pretty sensible.  The most powerful fairies come through Alfea and this fairy was powerful enough to easter-egg a memory in Bloom’s head for sixteen years.  Bloom of course hopes this fairy can lead her to her birth parents.  Aisha just doesn’t want Bloom to get her hopes up.  Clearly aisha does not recognize the signs of protagonistness.

Outside it’s cloudy and all the specialists are doing their martial arts stuff.  Silva’s looking remarkably healthy for someone who was extremely poisoned yesterday!  He corrects some students, and Sky and Riven put on a great show.  Props to the actors and choreography people!  Riven fights with two swords, and he dumps Sky on the mat at the end.

...nope, it’s been a week since the attack.  It is now day ten and the boys are worried about their teacher.  And so am I, if Burned One poison is always deadly how is Silva still up and about?  And after the way he described his father dying of it he seems the type to totally take his own way out.  I wonder if he’ll survive to the final battle in episode 6 and heroically sacrifice himself, that’d fit.

There’s Stella wearing pastel pink and a skirt the real Stella might almost put on.  And a sweater and scarf.  I wonder how much of the costume choices are just because it’s quite possibly really dang COLD in Ireland and they don’t want the cast to suffer.  They also could be trying for an otherworldly feel by having the clothes be unfashionable but that’s a very strange choice.

Stella has given no thought to poor Silva and thinks he’s fine, only “Are you training later or are we hanging out before the party?”  Sky also infodrops that Burned Ones are like vampires and if they kill the one that tagged him Silva will survive.

So either there’s two Burned Ones or Aisha didn’t kill the one she pinned to the tree.  I guess they didn’t mention to Dowling that they went out and pinned a Burned One to a tree.

Anyway Stella kisses Sky, who barely notices ‘cause he’s worried for his mentor’s life, and goes to class.  Riven starts guessing why Sky took up with Stella again and assumes it’s ‘cause Stella does kinky stuff.  Riven giggles like a twelve year old at the thought and Sky pushes him off the bench.  Then in a more mature moment Riven pretty much says ‘I'm there for you’ on the whole Silva thing.

I have this suspicion that we’re gonna find out Sky and Stella aren’t having sex, that Sky is trying to help Stella with her magic behind closed doors.  Sky’s vibe is so unseduced.

Classroom scene!  Potions, I’d guess by the flasks on the desks.  16 students at 8 desks in a very skinny room with Dowling at her desk at the end. The teaching is specific to each student though.  Terra blooms a dandelion.  Musa’s instruction is to focus on one thought.  Bloom has a little pile of twigs and is instructed to light one and keep the fire from spreading to the rest.  She says it’s impossible, but then manages.  Beatrix just has a little fizz of lightning.  She snarks Dowling a little and Bloom and Beatrix share a look.  Aisha lifts a sphere of water but when Dowling instructs her to separate drops, the whole thing falls splashing Aisha and Bloom.  It seems like she should be able to just un-wet them but I guess not.  Class over, Aisha heads off for a swim.  Beatrix senses weakness and smirks.

In the greenhouse Silva is getting treatment.  Poor guy’s got a great rotting crater in his back with black veins spreading from it.  Ouch!

Harvey goes out to get something and Terra’s outside waiting to ask how Silva’s doing.  Harvey lies and says he’s fine, and praises terra again for the brave rescue.  Terra catches on, ‘You can tell me. I’m not a little kid anymore.” but her dad doesn’t tell her, just kisses her hair and heads off on his errand.  T

Terra’s left looking at her reflection in the greenhouse glass.

Beatrix and Callan plot.  No luck getting through the barrier in Dowling’s secret passage.  They have this chat while walking in the gallery above the cafeteria in public.  Callan says they shouldn’t be seen together and Beatrix goes with, “everyone’ll just think you’re perving on me.” and calls Callan a pedo.  She shoves him off and twirls right to Riven, who in a charming-slash-weird display, chomps an apple then leans down so Beatrix can bite the apple still in his mouth.

Terra is as baffled by this as I am.  Dane describes Beatrix as a huge nerd who can recite the entire history of the Otherworld in between bong hits.  So bongs exist in fairyland, and also dowling does a really bad job at keeping her students off drugs.  Maybe she needs more than 3 staff members.

Anyway Riven invited Dane to the party and Terra is shocked and clearly territorial/protective over Dane.  

At their table Musa and Bloom are talking about Aisha’s failure in class.  Turns out Bloom’s parents call her at two in the morning because that’s a sensible hour Switzerland time and it wakes the whole dorm up!

Terra comes over to incoherently ask why Beatrix the history nerd is getting action while she can’t keep Dane’s attention away from a jerk like Riven.  She doesn’t say that with words but that’s the real question.  

Off in the background Sam catches Musa’s eye and holds up snacks, inviting her to come share.  Musa picks cute boy over awkward conversation.

Terra deflates.  “I know why really.  ‘Cause she drinks and smokes and looks like her and I’m… sorry.  How are you?” and Terra turns the conversation to Bloom’s search for the old lady in her memory. Which leads to yearbooks to how Silva is to if Sky’s ok to Terra basically saying, “Sky is a great guy but Stella will straight up murder you if you look at him.” to Stella staring at them from another table.  Bloom says she’s just worried about Sky and Terra says, “Ok.” realizing Bloom does not grasp the gravity of the Stella murder situation.

Sky arrives in the greenhouse where Silva is putting his shirt on after another treatment.  They talk, Sky offers to take over some teaching so Silva can rest.  The army is tracking the Burned One but Silva is running out of time.  He starts the ‘my final wishes’ thing but Sky is more interested in how to fix things.  But for soldiers, final wishes are as fixed as things can get.  Sky says, “I already lost one father.” so Andreas is indeed dead.

Cut to Stella hangin’ with the minor fairies!  they’re gossiping about the soldiers!  “hot Marco” is leading them, they’ll get that Burned One no problem.  Stella looks relieved.  She’s not actually heartless.  

Cut to a sign that says “18 Winx Suite’ there it is, the word.

Bloom looks through yearbooks.  Aisha tries to waterbend with no luck.  So little luck that she asks Bloom how the search is going.

We see a page of yearbook with names including “Ranger Colly” “Sparta West ‘Red’”  “Devon Waller”  Maybe the one nicknamed ‘Red’ is Bloom’s mom?  Also a little sad that they didn’t stick in the names of a few of the minor fairies, it would’ve been such a tiny thing so few fans would’ve caught it, but it would have cost them nothing.

Bloom has an idea!  She had the vision after using lots of magic, so maybe if she goes to the stone circle and draws on lots of magic again she’ll get back in touch!  

Aisha knows a bad idea when she hears one.

They are interrupted by Terra calling from the bathroom, she tried to do a cat eye and failed in floods of eyeliner.  Bloom and Aisha rescue her and Musa comes into this strange scene as Terra tells them, “I need full suite support, we’re gonna go show everyone we’re cool and fun...” the girls crowd in front of the mirror and smile.

This is exactly the kind of scene where the real Stella could have shone, sweeping in to make Terra look amazing... but the Stella we have is in Sky and Riven’s room doing her makeup because sharing the mirror with firsties is a nightmare, as Riven pours booze into his flask in preparation for the same bullying he pulled on Dane at the last party.

Wait, a party every ten days?  That is the most Winx Club thing about this show!  Hah!

Also the “there’s not enough staff to keep the students from abusing substances” is gonna be the new “the Winx band needs security guards” innit.  Sigh.

Riven brings the truth bomb: “If everyone around you is a nightmare, it’s not them.”

Stella wants a sip, but Sky isn’t drinking.  Stella thinks she knows why, she turns to reassure him, “Marco is on the Burned One.  As in, badass Marco?  Strongest fairy in a decade?”  But Sky’s still not drinking.  I get such a vibe that Sky is getting his life straight, growing beyond Stella while she remains a bundle of needs and fears.  Of course Bloom is ALSO a bundle of needs and fears so I’m not sure how that’ll work out.

We go to Badass Marco himself, out on rolling green fields.  He and his team are reporting in by radio: they’ve tracked the Burned one up to a river, which may stop it.  Burned Ones have difficulties with large bodies of water.  They should have killed it by morning.  Back at Alfea Dowling says they may not have ‘til morning.  She and Silva, whose eyes are white-ing over but still seems himself, are tracking progress on a map.  Marco and his team move out.  I want to know more about this battalion, Marco’s second is a woman with sort hair who seems to be named Laura, Harvey says her name as he comes to join the other two.  They’re in the cafeteria under the arches. Harvey pours shots all ‘round.  They wish they could be out in the action, not babysitting while their former students face danger. Marco and Laura are the best of the best but have never faced a Burned One.

Then Harvey mentions “the specialists’ annual debauched kegger.”

Silva: “I imagine they think we don’t know.”

Dowling: “I imagine they think you didn’t start it.”

Ok, I adore these three. Mixed feelings about the teenagers with familiar names but all three of the adults seem such solid characters.

...and with that revelation, I need a break from reviewing.  Got a sewing experiment to take apart and put back together, so we’ll have to wait until tomorrow to see if Badass Marco and his team survive or if the first-year students have to take over!

[satanvincent]

hey @sohvi thanks for tagging me!

rules: tag 8 people you want to get to know better and answer these questions

favourite colour: orange and like brownish yellow but also like blue…?

last song: janteloven - daniel kvammen! i don’t really know how i got into this daniel kvammen rabbit hole back in 2018 but, hey, here we are

last movie: bong joon-ho’s snowpiercer (2013) and if i may add my two cents: not impressed. i thought it would follow more along the lines of the tv show, with a slow-building, don’t-really-know-what’s-happening political development, but no… the movie is just violent from start to finish

last tv show: ted lasso. ted lasso. ted lasso. it’s so good & i cannot emphasize it enough. funny and touching and thoughtful and everything we needed from a tv show at this point in 2020

sweet, spicy or savoury: never spicy, always alternating between sweet and savoury

bubbly water, tea or coffee: coffee… i mean, drinking unhealthy amounts of coffee was one of the habits i picked up at the physics department back in uni… and it was only exacerbated with the free espresso machine at the office… an addiction which, now that i am working from home, i have to maintain or i’ll very easily spiral down into a dark vortex of desperation… i’m on my 4th espresso today

and i shall tag *rips cafeteria menu in half* [community reference] everyone who wants to do this but probably like @starkwillendurestone @space-cramps @saffronstonehendge @glitterweave @japanesebonustrack @brightclear @ifuckinglovestvincent and uhhhh oh @satanvincent -- i’d love to get to know him better

[nazariolahela]

Best Beloved: Chapter 3

A/N: Hey y'all! This is a PM AU I’ve been working on. It’s a bit different than my previous fic series and I’m really excited to try something new. I hope y’all enjoy it. This story is told in dual first-person narrative, from Kaia (F!MC) and Damien’s POV. The first half of this story takes place during Kaia’s freshman year and Damien’s senior year of college. The second half is two years after Kaia graduates. There will be sprinklings of canon in this fic, but we’ll try to step out of the box for the most part. Thanks for reading, and please leave feedback, and/or if you would like to be tagged.

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This chapter contains scenes of underage drinking. Please read at your own risk.

Synopsis: What happens when you find yourself crushing on your best friend? For years, Damien and Kaia have been best friends, while secretly harboring feelings for one another. Everything changes one night after a little too much alcohol and years of pent up feelings. Can they control their emotions and salvage their friendship, or will the feelings they hold for one another destroy everything they have?

All characters are the property of Pixelberry Studios. Thanks for allowing me to borrow them.

Chapter Summary: The gang attends their first college football game and frat party.

Kaia

I laid back on my bed and threw my arm over my head, my phone pressed to my ear. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to wear to a college football game, Nadia. Can you please come over and help me?”

She laughed. “Just wear something with the school logo on it. You’re telling me you don’t have anything Bobcats in your closet?”

I sighed. “No, I forgot to run over to the bookstore and pick up a shirt. Do you think they’re still open?”

“You can grab one at the team store on the way to the game. They’re always open before kickoff. Just throw a cute tank top on and slip the shirt over it. Or change in the bathroom.”

I huffed and shoved a Twizzler in my mouth. “Fine. I gotta let you go so I can jump in the shower. Text me when you’re on your way.”

“Will do,” she singsonged and hung up the phone. I dropped mine on the mattress next to me and tried to work up the courage to get up. The mattress wasn’t the most comfortable, but after the crazy first week of classes I had, it was more tempting than getting up to go to a football game. Or a frat party. My roommate Victoria marched in, holding a bag under her arm.

“Just call me your fairy godmother,” she said, tossing the bag on my bed. I sat up and looked inside, seeing a Hartfeld Bobcats t-shirt inside.

“Where did you get this?” I asked.

“Bought one last weekend, but it was the wrong size. I’ve been meaning to take it back, but I never got around to it. Try it on. If it fits, you can have it.”

I jumped off the bed and pulled the shirt from the bag, slipping it on over my black cami. I gasped when it fit like a glove. I stood in front of the floor-length mirror in our dorm room, checking myself out. Daaaamn, I looked fine!  I engulfed her in a hug. “You’re the best!”

“It was nothing really. Go have a great time at the game. And tell me all about it tomorrow.”

“You’re not going?” I asked.

“Nah. I met this guy the other night and we have our first date tonight. He’s taking me to this Italian restaurant the next town over. Apparently, the plates are bigger than your head.”

“Ooh! New guy? Dish,” I probed. I didn’t know much about my roommate’s love life. Mainly because she kept things like that to herself. Although, I did find out that first night we hung out that she lost her virginity to some guy named Spike. She told me he roared like a motorcycle when he came. We laughed about it for a good twenty minutes.

She turned crimson, hiding her face behind her long black locks. “Well...his name is Drake. He moved here for school from some foreign country named Cordonia, but he doesn’t have an accent. I think he said his family is from Texas, but he grew up overseas. He’s kind of brooding. Wears a lot of denim. I really like him.”

I squealed and pinched her cheeks. “Well, good luck. And if you bring him back to the dorm, put a sock over the doorknob so I know not to interrupt anything.” She blushed and I winked at her. “Okay, I gotta hit the shower. My cousin will be here shortly.” I grabbed my clothes, a towel, and my shower caddy and made my way down the hall to the shared bathroom in our dorm. Thankfully there wasn’t a line, so I took the first open stall.

After my shower, I slipped on my favorite pair of Levi’s jeans and the Bobcats shirt Victoria gave me. I applied neutral eyeshadow, false lashes, a light sweep of blush, and a swipe of nude lipstick on my lips, checked my reflection one last time, and headed back to my dorm. My phone chimed with a text from Nadia announcing that she was on her way, so I grabbed my crossbody and a hoodie in case it got chilly and headed downstairs. I saw Nadia and Sloane sitting in the cab of a royal blue 1990s Chevy Silverado pickup.

“What is this?” I asked, holding my hands out.

Nadia jumped out of the driver’s seat and rounded the vehicle, swinging her arms out like she was Vanna effing White and this truck was the grand prize. “You like? It’s Steve’s. He’s letting us borrow it to go to the game.”

I scrunched up my nose, examining the beat-up body of the pickup. Is...is that a racing stripe? 

Sloane remained in the truck, fiddling with the dials on the in-dash radio. “Come on, you two! We’re going to be late,” she shouted from the front seat. My eyes darted to Nadia, then back to Sloane. I sighed and moved over to the passenger’s side, crawling up onto the bench seat next to Sloane.

We drove the five minutes it took to get from the dorms to the Robert Q. Harris Memorial Stadium, going over our game plan for the night. As we pulled up in the parking lot, we noticed a tailgate in progress. 

“Ooh! This is going to be exciting! Your first tailgate, Sloane!” Nadia squealed. She pulled into a spot and put the truck in park. “Okay, girls. Here are your pom-poms,” she said, handing Sloane and I each a pom wand. We exited the truck and walked over to where some other students were playing beer pong.

“Oh, my gods! I’ve heard of this game, but I’ve never seen it played up-close,” Sloane said, clutching her hands to her chest. She moved toward the table and watched the two guys in Bobcats jerseys line up their shots. The first guy’s ball bounced off the rim of the red Solo cup, and his companions all groaned in frustration.

“I’m usually way better than this,” the guy protested as his friends laughed at him. We watched a few more rounds of the game before moving on to another group. Three girls in cut-off Bobcats t-shirts were holding a funnel and a tube above another girl’s head and pouring beer into the funnel.

“Why are those girls drinking beer out of a funnel?” Sloane asked.

“That’s a beer bong. They do this so they can get drunk faster,” I explained to her. She nodded her head, watching the girls in concentration as they assisted their friend in “funneling” her beer, then cheering when she finished it.

“Fascinating,” Sloane said, observing the girls as they lined up for another hit. We made our way through the parking lot, stopping occasionally at different groups to check out their tailgating activities. After several minutes, we made it to the stadium gates. Nadia fished our tickets out of her purse and handed them to the attendant. He scanned our tickets and let us through. We walked through the concourse, checking out the different food and drinks offered at the concession stands. We found our gate and made our way to our seats.

We took our seats and settled in, squeezing into the front row of the bleachers, right behind the home bench. A guy in a BU Wolves jersey sitting at the end of our row slid across the bench and wrapped his arm around Sloane’s shoulder.

“Hey, cutie! You here to check out a little sports ball? Greg here will tell you all you need to know. So, the guys in burgundy are the home team. They’re who you need to root for. That weird spherical object in the middle of the field is called a football. That’s the name of the sport.”

Nadia leaned over and gave the guy a death glare. “Excuse me! Are you actually trying to mansplain football to my friend?”

He raised his hands in defense. “Calm down, babe. I’m just trying to help her out. She doesn’t look like she’s ever watched a game in her life.”

“Who are you to assume she’s never watched football because of how she looks? Get lost, creep,” I spat out.

Sloane cleared her throat. “I’ve got this, girls.” She straightened her glasses and turned to the guy. “For your information, I’ve watched plenty of organized sports. Did you know that the main physical actions of American football, such as blocking, running, and tackling illustrate several fundamental concepts in physics, biomechanics, and math? It’s quite interesting to calculate how many pounds of water a player loses on the field or how much energy it takes to stop a running back in a full-on sprint.” She crossed her arms over her chest and smirked at the guy. He hung his head sheepishly and got up from his seat, scurrying away embarrassed. Nadia and I sat there in awe, then dogpiled her in a group hug.

“Have I told you you’re my hero?” I asked her.

“I’m dating the first-string wide receiver and I didn’t even know that,” Nadia chimed. Sloane laughed and returned our hug before turning her attention back to the field. Both teams were announced and we leaped from our seats and cheered as Steve jogged past us to the bench. He spotted us in the crowd and shot Nadia a wink.

The game kicked off and the Bobcats received the ball first. The quarterback threw a 20-yard pass to Steve on the first play, and he took it to the house an additional 60-yards to put the first points on board. I thought Nadia was going to pass out with how hard she was screaming and jumping up and down.

The opposing team got the ball next and their running back broke through the line on the first snap for a 45-yard play before he was tackled by the Bobcats defense. They drove down the field on the next play and tied it up. Both teams went score for score throughout the game, and it came down to a tied score of 35-35 during the final two minutes of the fourth quarter.

The Bobcats had the ball at their own 45-yard line. It was 3rd and 2. The running back lined up in the backfield while Steve lined up off the line of scrimmage to block and wait for the center to snap the ball. The QB called an audible at the line and when the ball was snapped, he slung it to a wide-open Steve, who danced down the sideline 50-yards as time expired to give the Bobcats a 42-35 win. Nadia tossed her popcorn and her pom in the air as the stadium erupted in cheers. Steve’s teammates engulfed him as they celebrated on the field.

We filed out of the stadium and waited by the team entrance for Steve to arrive. When he emerged a few minutes later, Nadia took off in a dead sprint and leaped into his arms, nearly tackling him to the ground.

“YOU DID IT, BABY! I’M SO PROUD OF YOU,” she shouted as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, peppering his face with kisses. Sloane and I watched in amusement as Nadia and Steve mauled each other in the parking lot.

“Okay, lovebirds. Let’s save some of this for the afterparty,” I said, rolling my eyes. Steve set Nadia down and we made our way to where his truck was parked. We climbed in and set off for the Delta Mu Kappa house.

When we pulled up to the curb, the party was spilling out onto the front lawn of the frat house. We exited the pickup and weaved through the throngs of partygoers to enter the house. The bass thumped through the room and dancers moved erratically to the beat on the makeshift dance floor. 

Steve held Nadia’s hand and guided us through the living room to the keg set up in the kitchen. The guy operating the tap extended his hand to Steve for a high-five, which he returned, then poured beer in cups for him and Nadia. He then offered Sloane and I a drink. I declined, but Sloane accepted. The guy poured her a beer and she took a sip, a dollop of foam coating the tip of her nose. Her face turned up in disgust.

“This tastes awful,” she said, wiping the foam off her nose and upper lip and handing the cup back to him.

“It’s an acquired taste,” Steve laughed, taking a sip of his own. Nadia pulled on Steve’s arm, urging him to the dance floor. He nodded at Sloane and I, then followed her to the living room. Keg Guy pointed to a red cooler and offered us a couple of Smirnoff Ice Wild Grapes. Sloane and I took the drinks, clinking the bottles together in cheers, then each took a swig.

“Oh my gods, this is delicious,” she shouted over the loud music. We leaned against the kitchen counter, scanning the crowd. After a few minutes, she noticed someone from her Spanish Comp class and excused herself to say hi. I continued to crowd watch, sipping on my Smirnoff, when I noticed Damien striding toward the keg. His eyes met mine and a grin spread across his face.

“This doesn’t look like your scene,” I said to him.

“Yours either,” he retorted.

I laughed. “Touché. Nadia’s boyfriend invited us. At least the refreshments are top-notch.” I tipped my drink up to him. He chuckled and moved over to the keg, grabbing a fresh beer from Keg Guy. He nodded thanks and walked back over to where I was standing. 

“Nadia’s here? I’m going to have to say hi to her sometime tonight.”

“Yeah, she and Steve are out dry-humping on the dance floor.”

He threw back his head in laughter. Gods, I missed that laugh. “So, what do you think of your first college party so far?” 

“Who said this was my first college party?”

“Just a guess. If it was, I’m sure we would have run into each other by now,” he said, taking a drink. “Nice shirt by the way. It looks good on you. Did you go to the game?”

I looked down at my shirt, noticing the way it hugged my curves. My cheeks flushed as I avoided his gaze. “Yeah, Nadia’s boyfriend is the star wide receiver so we went to watch him,” I said, brushing a piece of lint from my shirt.

“Mhmm, Tennyson. Yeah, he had a hell of a game. That 50-yard TD at the end was nuts. No one could cover him. The kid’s a machine.”

What a weird thing to say. I took another sip of my Smirnoff and scanned the crowd. “So, where’s your girlfriend tonight?”

He sputtered and started choking on his beer. I leaned over and slapped his back a few times until he regained his composure. He wiped the beads of beer dribbling down his chin with the back of his hand. “She’s around here somewhere. What about you?”

“My girlfriend is at home waiting for me. Parties aren’t really her thing.”

His eyes widened, which caused me to burst out laughing. “I’m kidding, I don't have a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend for that matter. I’m just here with my friends. Who have all conveniently disappeared. But that means I can scout the local talent for my next boo.”

He cleared his throat and hid a smile with his cup. “Well, good luck with that. You have your pick of the litter with this new crop of freshmen. What about him over there?” He pointed his cup to the dance floor.

I squinted, trying to follow his line of sight, but with it being so dimly lit, I was having trouble making out most of the faces in the crowd. “Who?”

He leaned in to guide me to where he was looking and I got a whiff of his scent. Masculine. Earthy with hints of leather and sandalwood. I closed my eyes and inhaled, trying not to make it obvious. The smell caused the butterflies in my stomach to flutter wildly. Memories of our last night together flooded my mind and I took a step back and chugged the rest of my drink, trying to tamp down my urges. I spotted the guy he was pointing at — a shorter guy with curly brown hair and glasses — nursing his beer as he made eyes with different girls on the dance floor. “Wait...I-is that Brad?”

He burst out laughing and I leaned over to slap his arm. My palm touched his bicep and the firmness of his muscles against my hand caused my breath to catch. I narrowed my eyes at him and shook my head. “Not funny, dude.”

“It was worth a shot. Hey, I’ll be right back. I gotta hit the head,” he set his empty cup on the counter behind me and winked as he moved through the crowd toward the bathrooms. I watched him until he disappeared from sight and clutched the empty bottle in my hand, willing my nerves to calm. You can do this, Kaia. It’s just Damien.

But could I?

***

Damien

I made my way through the packed fraternity house, trying not to bump into anyone as I headed for the bathroom. When I reached my destination, the door was shut and only one person was waiting. I leaned against the wall and tapped my fingers against my thigh. The door swung open and a drunk guy stumbled out, allowing the girl in front of me to enter.

I looked back toward the kitchen and could still see Kaia leaning against the kitchen counter. The strobe lights danced off her features as she was leaning over talking to the kid manning the keg. Whatever he said made her throw her head back in laughter. A tinge of jealousy coursed through me. Why was I jealous? She wasn’t mine. And besides, I had a girlfriend. Somewhere in this house. Speaking of. I pulled my phone from my pocket and sent her a text, asking her where she was. 

The girl in the bathroom came out, and I entered. I shut the door and leaned forward, resting my hands on the sink. Staring at my reflection, I sucked in a deep breath and tried to get my emotions in check. Having Kaia back in my life after four years was fucking with my head. When she laughed, I wanted to do everything possible to keep hearing that sound. When I leaned in to point Brad out to her on the dance floor, her hair brushed against my nose and I inhaled the scent of her shampoo. It smelled like lavender and rosemary. When she smacked my bicep, I wanted to grab her wrist and pull her to me, to feel her body pressed against mine.

My phone chimed with a text from Alana, breaking me from my Kaia spell. She said she was in the backyard and asked where I was. I gave her my location, then set my phone back down on the sink and turned on the cold water faucet. I cupped my hands and splashed water on my face. A few moments later, someone knocked and I heard Alana’s voice on the other side. I swung the door open and she strutted inside, closing the door behind her and leaning back against it.

“Well, looks like we’re all alone in here, huh?” she said, sashaying across the bathroom to where I was standing. “Why don’t we pick up where we left off since we were so rudely interrupted the other day?” She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my head down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss.

“Alana, baby. We can’t. Not in here.”

“Why not? We’ve never done it in the bathroom of a frat house before. It could be fun.” She said, pulling the shell of my ear between her teeth.

“What if someone comes in?”

She backed away from me and locked the door, never breaking eye contact. “Better?” she said, arching her eyebrow. I sighed and moved in, kissing and sucking the curve of her neck. She brought her hands up to my hair, raking her fingers through the thick strands. “See, this isn’t so bad, is it?”

I growled into her neck and dragged my hands down her hips, catching the hem of her shirt and pulling it up. When my fingers skimmed the strip of skin, she inhaled sharply. Our lips crashed together and she scraped her nails across my scalp. My fingers trailed lightly up her ribcage and brushed against the lace trim of her bra, causing her grip on my hair to tighten. A loud pounding on the other side of the door startled us.

“Yo, you about done in there, bro? Some of us gotta take a piss,” A guy’s voice called out.

Alana growled, “Motherfucker!” She huffed and pushed herself off of me. Fuming, she straightened her clothes, checked herself in the mirror and yanked the bathroom door open. The drunk frat bro on the other side jumped when she appeared.

“Whoa! I didn’t know it was this kind of party! Hey, baby! If you’re done with this dude, I believe it’s my turn,” he said, reaching out to stroke her arm.

She rolled her eyes and brought her knee to the frat bro’s groin, dropping him like a hot potato. The people in line behind him all groaned as Alana stomped away. I leaned down and rested my hand on the drunk guy’s shoulder. “You should probably learn how to talk to girls, bro,” I said, patting him a few times before walking off. I scanned the party for Alana, but when I couldn’t find her, I pulled out my phone and texted her to ask her where she went. Several minutes passed with no response, so I made my way back to the kitchen. I saw Kaia still standing in the same spot, talking to a girl with curly brown hair and glasses.

“Took you long enough. Did you fall in?” she said, raking her eyes up and down my body.

“Long line. It happens.” I turned to her friend, “Hi! I’m Damien. And who might you be?”

The girl extended her hand. “Sloane. Sloane Washington. So, you’re Kaia’s mysterious hot older friend. Wow, I can see why she’s so enamored by you,” she said, winking. My eyes darted to Kaia and her cheeks instantly turned pink.

“Sloane! What the hells?”

“Oh, whoops! Was I not supposed to say that out loud?” she giggled, slapping her hand over her mouth. “I probably should stop drinking these.”

I chuckled and turned back to Kaia. “Hot older friend, huh?”

Kaia looked down at the floor, her silky strands falling in her face. I resisted the urge to reach out and brush them away. “Don’t let it go to your head, Dames. You know how good you look.”

I cocked an eyebrow and Sloane giggled. “Well, thank you. I’m glad that my looks haven’t gone to shit yet. I figure I’ve got about five more years before Father Time superkicks me in the face.”  My comment drew laughs from both of them.

“So, how do you two know each other?” Sloane asked.

“We grew up together,” Kaia answered quickly before taking a long pull of her drink.

“What she means is that she lived next door to me and always hung out at my house because all the kids her age were losers, so she wanted a ‘cool friend.’”

Kaia rolled her eyes, trying to hide a smile. I turned back to Sloane. “How was your first week of classes?”

She pushed her glasses up her nose. “Pretty good, but my Calc class is going to be tough. The professor is a nightmare.” 

“Dr. Carson? Yeah, he’s a real ball-bust...err...I mean, he’s strict. When I had him freshman year, he made a girl cry the first week of class. He also grades on a curve.”

Sloane’s eyes widened. “Don’t tell me that! I have to take Calc II with him next semester too.”

I laughed and turned to Kaia. “What about you? Any classes or professors you want to run screaming from yet?”

She shook her head. “Thankfully, no. Although there’s this super creepy guy in my Interpersonal Comm class that keeps hitting on me, even after I’ve rejected his advances.”

I hummed. “You should probably punch the guy. I’ve heard that gets your point across pretty effectively.”

She laughed and I felt my chest tighten. Gods, I loved that sound. I asked the girls if they both wanted another drink, and they nodded yes, so I made my way over to the cooler and retrieved three Smirnoff Ices. I handed them to the girls, and when Kaia took hers, our fingers brushed. Her breath hitched and a smile tugged at my lips. She twisted the bottle cap off, not meeting my eyes. I popped the top of mine and took a long swig, my face turning up in disgust. Holy shit, this stuff is awful. How do chicks drink this garbage? I looked over at Kaia and saw her watching me. She noticed my facial expression and burst out laughing.

“You gonna finish that?”

“Fuck, no. This is all you,” I replied, handing her the bottle. I moved over to the kid manning the keg and asked him if they had any rum.

“I think there’s some in the liquor cabinet, bro. Right over there,” he replied, pointing to a China Hutch on the other side of the fridge. I walked over and opened the cabinet, examining the contents inside. A few bottles remained. A thin layer of dust coated the shelves where liquor bottles once sat. I spotted the bottle of spiced rum toward the back. Thanking the liquor gods, I grabbed it and dusted it off. I grabbed a red Solo cup off the counter and poured two fingers of the golden liquid into the glass, taking a sip. Damn, this shit is smooth. I made my way back over to where Kaia and Sloane were still talking and held the bottle up to them.

“You girls wanna play a drinking game?”

Sloane shook her head. “I’ll pass. But thanks for offering. I’m going to go use the bathroom.”

My eyes darted to Kaia. She shrugged. “Sure. Why not? Let’s do this.”

I smirked and moved over to Keg Guy, asking if he had a deck of cards. He pointed me to a drawer next to the sink. I opened it and found a deck of adult-themed novelty playing cards. The box had pictures of women in various states of undress. I rolled my eyes. Classy.  Kaia and I moved over to the kitchen table and I poured more rum into my glass. “Okay, so this game is called the Nazario Chug…”

“Wait...you have a card game named after yourself?” Kaia asked suspiciously.

I chuckled and began shuffling the cards. “Long story. We came up with it my freshman year. So here are the rules. You take the top card. Black card means dare, red means truth. If you fail or want to dodge your task, you drink according to the number on your card.”

“Ooh, a new twist on truth or dare. This should be interesting,” she said, taking a sip of one of the bottles of Smirnoff.

I smiled and cut the deck then placed it between us on the table. “Hey, save your drinks for the game. Okay, since this is your first time playing, you go first.”

She leaned over and grabbed the first card and flipped it towards me. “Five of diamonds. So, red.”

I nodded. “Truth. So, what do you think about Hartfeld so far?”

She cocked an eyebrow at me. “Softball questions right off the bat? I thought this game would be more of a challenge.”

I laughed. “I don’t want to be too hard on you your first time. Answer the question or drink.”

She pressed her lips together and hummed. “It’s okay.”

“Just okay? Come on. You can do better than that.”

“Well, the classes are good. The professors seem cool. And I’ve already made a few friends.”

“But…” I probed.

“I don’t know. It’s only been a week. I feel like I can’t give a more detailed answer just yet.”

I nodded. “Fair enough.” I reached over and pulled the next card from the deck. Three of Clubs and black. I shook my head and Kaia’s eyes lit up when I turned the card to face her. She laughed maniacally and rubbed her hands together. “You’re going to make me embarrass myself in front of the whole party, aren’t you?” I groaned.

She tapped her finger against her bottom lip, the motion drawing my eyes to her mouth. Her lips were so plump, I wanted to lean in and taste them. She caught me staring and snapped her fingers in my face. “Hey, space case. Pay attention. Here’s your dare. See that blonde doing a keg stand over there?” she pointed to the keg where a freshman girl — being held up by two frat bros — sucked the beer from the lever while a small crowd cheered her on. After several moments, she gagged and beer shot from her nostrils, causing her to start coughing.

“You want me to do that?” I asked. She giggled and nodded. I shook my head and moved over to the keg. One of the frat bros noticed me.

“Hey, man. You wanna get in on this?”

I sighed. “Yeah, let’s get this over with.” I braced my hands on either side of the keg’s rim and lifted my body weight. The two frat bros grabbed each of my legs and held me up as I grabbed the tap and opened the lever, allowing the foamy liquid to pour in my mouth. I chugged the beer as Kaia and the crowd around us started chanting, “Chug, chug, chug.” Thirty seconds in, the beer must have gone down the wrong tube, because I started choking and spat up beer. The crowd moaned and the two frat bros helped me down. I moved back over to the table, where Kaia was crouched over laughing, holding her stomach.

“Holy shit. That was awesome!”

“Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, freshman. Draw your damn card.”

She wiped the tears from her eyes and retrieved the next card. A frown formed on her face and she turned the card to face me. The King of Clubs, black.

“Payback,” I smirked. She groaned and threw her head back. My eyes scanned the crowd, looking for someone to recruit for Kaia’s dare. I spotted a kid with frosted tips and a denim jacket that screamed late ‘90s, leaning against the wall. He looked completely out of his element. Bingo. I pointed to him. “See that guy over there? I dare you to go over to him and pretend you’re his biggest fan.”

“Wh-what?”

“Then, you have to get a selfie with him.” 

She gnawed on her bottom lip for a few beats, then nodded and took a deep breath. My eyes stayed glued to her as she rose from her seat and straightened her clothing. “I’ve got this,” she said with a cocky tone. She smirked and marched over to where the guy was standing. I watched in amusement as she gripped his arm with both of her hands and shouted, “Oh wow! Are...are you Niall Horan?” The guy gave her a confused expression as several people turned around to look at them.

She released his arm and pretended to fumble with her phone. She then tapped the screen and handed it to a random girl standing nearby. Jealousy coursed through my veins again as the guy snaked his arm around Kaia’s waist and pressed a kiss to her cheek. The girl held the phone up to snap the photos and I watched them, trying to tamp down the feelings. I pushed back from the table and started walking toward them when a pair of arms caught me from behind.  

“There you are! I’m ready to go when you are,” Alana slurred, clutching my midsection as she swayed on her feet. 

I watched Kaia as she chatted with the guy. A smile spread wide across her face as he leaned in to whisper something in her ear. As much as I wanted to go over there and claim her, I knew I couldn’t. I sighed and turned around, wrapping an arm around my intoxicated girlfriend’s shoulder. “Yeah, let’s get out of here.” 

She slipped her hand in my back pocket and guided me through the crowd toward the door. I looked back and caught Kaia’s eye as we retreated from the kitchen. She stared at me, her face void of emotion. I gave her a weak smile and led Alana out of the house to our car.

[pekoh]

tag game: 50 Qs

i was tagged by adriana @joe-nicky !! ty <3

what is the color of your hairbrush? i use a wooden wide toothed comb! no brushes in this house

name a food you never eat: uhh idk lime jell-o?

are you typically too warm or too cold? cold i guess?

what were you doing 45 mins ago? moving stuff around my living room to prep for my sister moving back in

what’s your favorite candy bar? twix?

have you ever been to a professional sports game? i went to ONE jays game probably 15 years ago jsbxbdjdbff

what is the last thing you said out loud? “what, is it your bong?”

what is your favorite ice cream? black cherry!

what was the last thing you had to drink? ice water

do you like your wallet? it’s fine! it’s red and black and has a rooster on it and smelled like coffee at the start bc it’s made out of a coffee back

what is the last thing you ate? blueberry buttermilk pancakes!!

did you buy any new clothes last weekend? no

what’s the last sporting event you watched? vancouver 2010 winter olympics canada vs usa hockey final

what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? reg salt and butter BUT i also make a mean parm + herbed butter popcorn

who is the last person you sent a text message to? gf!!

ever been camping? we went group camping a lot when i was a kid, but the last time i went “camping” was for a music festival djxbdhfkxnd

do you take vitamins? i’m. SO bad at taking vitamins so no

do you regularly attend a place of worship? no and i’ve only been to services twice in my life

do you have a tan? no! usually i get slightly less pale in the summer but it’s covid so i’ve barely left the house

do you prefer Chinese or pizza? to quote a much younger me playing would you rather on the way home from camping “straight no.” (this question is mean)

do you drink your soda through a straw? YA there’s just. something about pop through a straw

what color socks do you usually wear? green and brown maybe?

do you ever drive above the speed limit? i’m 22 and from the city i don’t drive

what terrifies you? being Caught:tm: in general. no i won’t elaborate

look to your left, what do you see? cat and back of decorative gourds

what chore do you hate most? All Chores

what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? austalians dont @ me but “she’s a sheila” sorry

what’s your favorite soda? lemon? pop is so sweet tho so i drink soda water w lemon juice OR sprite if it’s Pop

do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? a bitch doesn’t drive!! i never got my license!!

what’s your favorite number? 3? in middle school i started vibing with 284 though and i still use that for stuff sometimes

who’s the last person you talked to? sister

favorite cut of beef? who?? cares??

last song you listened to? blood under the bridge by frightened rabbit

last book you read? the last book i completed was day 21 by kass morgan on audiobook djxbxvxjc

favorite day of the week? y’all pre covid i worked retail days of the week have made little difference to me for the past five years

can you say the alphabet backwards? no i’m normal

how do you like your coffee? homo milk with honey!!

favorite pair of shoes? for walkin it’s my brown blundstones for general Being In Shoes it’s my extra cushy birks

time you normally get up? between 8-10 am?

what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunset!

how many blankets on your bed? one except on extra cold nights in winter there’s two+ because i hate turning on the heater

describe your kitchen plates. they’re white corelle and some of them have blue flowers around the edges and some have brown

describe your kitchen at the moment. there are some dishes on the counter but it’s tidyish

do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? magners/bulmers cider but if i’m at a bar i get a gin and tonic with lemon

do you play cards? no BUT i loved playing spit as a kid and it would get VERY heated

what color is your car? these questions were either written by an american or someone who lives outside of a city

can you change a tire? NO

your favorite state? i’m canadian and have only been to Not Ontario to go to montreal but!! i’d like to go to the maritime provinces!!

favorite job you’ve had? i’ve only had one job and worked there for six years but i really liked when i doing custom framing!!

Tagging: @percivlgraves @nicolorenaldigenovia @blood-suits-and-tears @kingyusuf if y’all want!!

[real-life-catgirl]

Drunk Confessions

Pairing: Jordan Connor x Reader

Warnings: alcohol, mentions of drug use, sexual descriptions, swear words (i usually dont tag this as a warning)

Description: You, along with most of the Riverdale cast, head to a party to celebrate the finale of season 2

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The beat of Drake's '0-100' played throughout the house, the intensified bass pounding every corner and crevice in the giant rooms. Everyone could feel the vibrations under their shoes, but the glasses on the counters and tables got the blunt of it. Drinks were being tipped, spilled and chugged, tipsy highs buzzing through each vein.

Lyrics spewed out of most mouths while vomit the others. A group of people in one room were taking turns on a bong, causing the chamber to smell like weed and fill with vapor. Two people outside were smoking, and a couple making out in the bathroom nearest to the entrance; you accidentally opened the door on them.

You, Madelaine, Lili, Vanessa and Camila were by the bar, seeing as the girls had taken one car while the boys took two others, waiting for the rest of the crew.

Jumping, you turned as you felt an arm snake it's way around your shoulders, seeing a cheeky looking KJ. "Fancy seeing you here, girls. What're you lot doing?"

You shook off his arm, rolling your eyes playfully. "Where's the others?"

"Ooh," he whistled, "you looking for pretty boy, Y/N?"

The girls all laughed at his teasing, Lili even chiming in with a, "can't wait for him to see you in that dress," and wink.

"Shut up!" You whined.

Jordan, Vanessa and Cole all volunteered to not go any further than 4 shots, seeing as you had three cars and needed a driver for each. But only as long as no one drank before everyone arrived.

"Speak of the devil," Camila giggled, motioning her head to the literal pack of guys walking in. "Here he comes!"

Charles, Casey, Jordan, Cole, Skeet and Drew all piled out of the door, looking around until they spotted you all.

Drew waved frantically, while Cole was trying to put his hand down in embarrassment.

Drew already seemed drunk.

Once they were in earshot, which was relatively close since the music was so loud, Madelaine made a sly remark about getting drunk enough to kiss someone, keeping her pointed gaze on you.

"Honestly, Mads, if you got drunk enough, who would you kiss?" You quipped playfully, watching her knit her brows.

"Um.. I don't know," she laughed bashfully, "I seriously have no clue. But.. I know who you would!" Madelaine wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, first at you and then at Jordan when he looked away.

You felt your eyes bug out of your head, waving your hand in a 'quit it' motion.

"Oh yeah," Vanessa chuckled, "me too, definitely."

"Y/N totally would kiss them. Drunk or not."

Jordan turned his attention away from Drew and back to you, "Y/N would kiss who?"

"No one! No one at all! Don't worry about it," you smiled tightly, sending a death glare to KJ, Vanessa and Madelaine, causing them to laugh under the breaths.

"I don't believe that.." He chuckled, raising an eyebrow, "you'd kiss someone! Come on, Y/N/N, who would it be?"

You sighed and placed your head in the palm of your hands, "I'm not drunk enough for this," slowly standing up, you spoke louder, "I'm gonna get us some drinks. One second,"

Everyone waited for you to get far enough away, before attacking their fellow co-star with teasing questions. "We also know who you would kiss, Jord."

Jordan blushed, shaking his head as he asked, "who?"

The group turned to each other before speaking simultaneously, "Y/N."

"Our little Y/N and our giant Jordan," Lili sighed dramatically, "too blind to see their obvious attraction to each other."

"But that's okay, we'll help them out. Right, team?" Camila added.

They all nodded before Jordan groaned, "okay, okay, I'll do something tonight. But you guys aren't allowed to interfere. The last thing I need is for everything that could go wrong, go wrong."

"What could go wrong?" Your voice spoke from behind him as you placed a tray of 11 shots on the counter, each of you grabbing one.

"Oh, nothing. Don't worry about it, Y/N/N. Also you look really good tonight." Jordan winked.

You downed your shot, desperate for some highly needed confidence, "thank you. You don't look too bad yourself,"

"Oh God, they're flirting," Lili whispered, "I don't know if it's cute or disgusting."

Madelaine shrugged, "I think it's cute. It's been how many months they've given each other googly eyes? It's about damn time." She laughed.

The rest of the group nodded in agreement, watching you smile at a compliment Jordan gave you.

As the night progressed, you became considerately drunk, in fact, the most trashed person in the cast. Understandably so, as you had the lightest alcohol tolerance, and three of them didn't even drink an ounce of whiskey. You were dancing around with Lili, playfully grinding on each other, when Jordan tapped you on the shoulder.

Lili excused herself with a knowing smirk, leaving you with him. "Hiya, sexy!" You over-excitedly exclaimed.

Jordan smiled, and it was hard for you to see the lust he was desperately trying to hide in his eyes, but you did. "Hi, Y/N/N. I'm here to take you home, okay?"

You frowned, "what? What—What about the others," your words were slurred and Jordan almost couldn't hear you.

"They said they'd cram into the other cars," he put his hand on the small of your back, guiding you to the door.

"W-Wait!" You yelled. "Wh-What.."

Jordan raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Aren't we gonna tell the others we're leaving?" You toned with a, "duh" at the end.

Your actions amused the man in front of you, but he rolled his eyes and sighed, turning around to take you back to your friends.

"Guys!" You flailed, "this weird.. g-giant.. man thing is trying to kidnap me." Crossing your arms, you pouted. "Doo something..!"

Jordan's head reared back, his face scrunching up in a, 'are you serious' look. "Really..? 'Weird giant man thing', seriously?"

"Y/N, this man is your—" Casey looked to his friends in help of a definition, but they just shrugged half-heartedly. "Thanks guys.." He drawled under his breath. "He's safe. Now you two get going, you're going to have a massive hangover tomorrow. Goodnight, Y/N/N. We love you!" Casey sang.

You thought about having a tantrum, and if it weren't for your lingering common sense, you would've. "Okay.." You sighed. "Come on, cute giant weird thing man! Let us venture on!"

Jordan chuckled at your bipolar attitude, but taking place on the small of your back once again, waving bye to his cast friends.

"Wait!" You shouted again, causing him to let out a huff of annoyance. "I think I left my TV on.."

"Oh my God you're killing me, Y/N. If you left your TV on, we need to get home to turn it off, yeah?"

You nodded frantically, "right.. Right.. Smart!"

The second you two arrived at your apartment, you rushed over to your TV, seeing the black screen staring right your reflection at you. "Is this a mirror?"

"No.." Jordan chuckled. "No, that's your television, Y/N/N."

You breathed a sigh of relief before falling, back first, onto your couch while he went to go get you water and Advil. "Hey cute guy who brought me home.. You wanna know a secret?"

Jordan let out a hum, placing the water and medicine on the table. "Okay.. Okay but don't! Tell Jordan."

"I won't, scouts honour,"

You giggled, before burrowing your brows, "I really.. Really.. Really like him.. But sh! Don't tell!"

"Oh, really?" Jordan smiled when you nodded, "well, I'm sure he likes you a lot."

You gave a thumbs up and allowed yourself to pass out, leaving your co-star to his thoughts.